I think...this is the end of my F1 and NHL fanfic writing.
I've tried a couple times to get back into it and the motivation and inspiration is like the well finally ran dry. Which fucking sucks for the record and I hate that I can't even force myself to finish the draft ideas I have.
So I think I'm...logging out and leaving uglyduckingofthe2000s to rest. I'll still be actively discussing F1 and NHL on my side account @duckys-extra and Ik last year I took a break and came back a couple months later, but tbh that was bc I had a summer fling who then completely devastated me at the end of summer and I dove back into writing as a failsafe. This time is slightly different, there's no man in my bed fucking with my head and somehow that is even more frustrating.
Now I will admit...I haven't completely stopped writing fics. I'm actually over on AO3 now but it's not F1 or NHL and it's VERY (I really want to stress so completely different) stuff that I'm writing on there to what I've ever written on here.
I'll never delete anything from this blog (though Tumblr has been known to delete my posts w/o warning) and I hope it continues to bring people some entertainment when they possibly stumble across it or Ik a lot of you have reread fics I've written and go back to them. So nothing is going to disappear, I have backed up as many fics as I could on @duckysbackup though it's not as organised so if you go looking for a fic it might take a while to find but it should be there.
Similar to last year, if I do suddenly refind the inspiration then I absolutely will be back (mainly to finish those damn drafts) but I think I'm just moving into a different point of my life and while I'll never lose interest in either sports, writing fics about the athletes is no longer something that keeps my interest.
I love every single person who has liked, reposted, commented or followed me over the past 3 years. The type of support I've received is irreplaceable for me and I can't thank people enough for it. I'm still always up for a chat on my second account, inbox is always open over there.
If on the off chance you're nosy (bc I am) and you want to see what I'm writing on AO3 then click here and have a cheeky look. Though I do need to emphasise again, it's really nothing like what I've written on this blog...but we love some variety right?
Anyway sending love and wish the best to everyone.
Summary: Max likes keeping his hands on y/n but he loves touching her in a certain place that before him she'd never considered somewhere for a guy to touch so casually and so often.
Author's note: Slowly making my way through my drafts that I had before the hiatus. Not fully back to fic writing but figured I'd at least work through ideas I had in the bank.
Word count: 959
Y/n stirs as she feels Max's body slide into bed with her, a small smile on her lips as she feels him pulling her backwards into himself and his hands sliding over her body before he sighs and takes it home.
There's part of y/n that is still confused why Max treats her clit like a calming device for himself but he seems to just touch the bundle of nerves for a casual charge of his own inner peace. Not that she's ever fought him on it. It's all just part of their dynamic.
"Hi, baby." Max sighs seeing her look at him.
"Hi." Y/n whispers sleepily before she nuzzles into him.
Despite the stimulation of his fingers resting on her clit. Y/n falls asleep, unbothered by the feeling.
Max on the other hand, he watches her. As he always does, his hand laid in her warmest place without actually being inside her. He presses her face into her neck and smiles to himself.
This is exactly how he wants to be every time he comes home. He wants y/n there for him.
They stay there for hours, just completely settled in together and honestly Max is happier here like this than he is anywhere else.
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Y/n loves nothing more than killing time on Max's yacht in the summer break in Monaco. Max prefers coming back here with him having lived here for long enough that it to feel more like home than anywhere else.
She's been lying out at the front of the yacht, relishing in the suns heat as it tries to fry her SPF soaked skin. Something Max has been regularly topping up like the well trained boyfriend he is. Plus he uses any excuse to touch her.
At the moment her leg is bent so he can lie his head under it. Not disturb the sun soaking by acting as a block, but it's his hand resting under the material of her bikini bottoms, fingers pressed to her clit. Seeking out that touch like he's attached to her by it.
"Are you ok down there?" Y/n asks reaching down and gently running her hand through his hair that's annoyingly freshly cut and shorter than she would've liked.
Max also has fairly slow growing hair so she doesn't get the knowledge that in a week it'll be back to the best length.
"I'm better than ever." Max confirms sounding half asleep as he speak.
"Good." Y/n smiles while relaxing back into the cushioned surface while she feels Max turn his head to kiss the back of her thigh, that being the closest skin he can access without completely moving his position.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Maxie." Y/n laughs lightly.
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Another bad weekend in that Red Bull is another bad mood that Max wants to get himself out of.
Y/n is the only answer for that. Y/n, home and their babies. The cats and dog. But what he really wants is just one thing.
He arrives at his jet after y/n with the two having travelled from the track separately, much to Max's annoyance. He's wanted his hands on her right after the race or at the very least after being forced to do media.
She's got her kindle in her lap when he spots her and she looks at im with a smile before shuffling to make space for him and lifts the blanket for him to join her.
"It's not as bad as you think you know." Y/n states softly but they both know she's saying it just to try and ease his annoyance. Sometimes it works, today it definitely has not. Instead he just slides his arms around her body, holding her tight enough that if they were at an earlier point in their relationship, she might actually think he's trying to suffocate her.
Once the jet takes off, Max loosens around her but only so his hand can stray down between her legs and she smiles as his hand finds it's home. Or at least what seems to be it's home and he relaxes down around her.
It might just be one of the weirdest comforts a man could have, but given the amount of men she's been with that couldn't find her clit if she gave them a damn map and put a direct spotlight on it, she's not all that uncomfortable or mad.
"Have you eaten?" Y/n asks eventually as she pulls open the plastic container of fruit she'd swiped on her way out of the paddock. It's a mixture of different options and she suspected that Max maybe hadn't grabbed anything in the haste of his exit.
So while Max's hands are occupied she feeds him some of the fruit, giving a few pieces to herself.
"Better?"
"Better now we have a month off and I can race in another series." Max comments bitterly around chewing on a piece of kiwi. "You make everything better like this, baby."
Y/n grins at him before kissing him softly letting the taste of the fruit they'd been eating mix a little between them before she rolls back and sighs softly.
"It might not be perfect in F1, but you know you're the best thing in my life." Y/n states making Max look up at her with a small shine in his eyes, those teeth flashing at her as he smiles at her. "I love you, Maxie. Your very unique love language and all."
"What you don't like it?" Max questions mockingly, he very obviousy knowing that she has no issue with it.
"I like everything you do, Max. It's one of my greatest flaws."
This is purely a pause in uploads bc I have discovered some books that I simply cannot stop rereading.
For note bc I'm always the type to reccommend my fave books:
God Of Fury - Rina Kent (Broken boys have my soul)
Kiss The Villain - Rina Kent (read 5 times in less than a month)
Hunt The Villain - Rina Kent (actually only came out today and I read it 5⭐️)
Enchantra - Kaylie Smith (Also read 5 times in less than a month)
Actually all of these are 5⭐️, and top 3 are all MM romances (Idk if I can go back to reading anything else). Although not counting rereads my book count for the year is 26 and the goal was 15, so I'm just reading excessively regardless of my abnormal emotional attachment to these specific books.
These are all dark romances so please keep that in mind.
Anyway, all that to say I'm so busy nose deep in reading rn that I'm kind of just lacking both the time and motivation to write fics. It'll pass, I go through phases of preferring to write vs preferring to read. But I figured I'd give people a heads up and explain why the blog and uploads are quiet rn.
I've closed requests just while I get through my writing slump and reading high.
Platonic!Jack x reader x baby daddy!Luke - Little Bear sequel
Request from @jordy417 - Ok, after Little Bear, I NEED Luke and his girlfriend getting Jack a puppy!!! Doesn’t have to be same universe. Honestly, maybe like when Jack returns from the Olympics, the puppy is there waiting for him.
Word count: 1.5k
Luke grins cooing at Alya as they her gets her dressed for the day.
"I still don't know how smart this is." Luke comments making y/n sigh as she finishes doing her hair and turns to look at her boyfriend.
"He can't keep stealing our baby, Luke. The other day I almost had a panic attack because he'd taken her on a walk and you'd left for the gym not bothering to tell me-still not forgiven for that by the way." Y/n sighs while Luke winces since that phone call of y/n in tears is definitely something he regrets and the panic in her her voice was enough to make him leave the gym only 10 minutes after he'd arrived even after he informed her that Jack had Alya.
"I know." Luke sighs while y/n smiles softly. "You know you'll have to take care of the dog when we're gone."
"That's fine. It's the cutest dog ever and animals are good for babies. They help build their immune system." Y/n smiles then looking down at Alya as she gurgles. "Plus on the days we do need him to babysit, I can say that I took care of his dog...that we forced on him."
Luke hums leaning down to kiss her.
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Jack really should've known it was odd for Luke to skip a morning skate.
"Luke told me to keep you here." Nico states after Jack questions why his captain is blocking his exit. "He's almost here with a surprise."
Jack immediately smiles assuming that Alya is coming for a Hughes family skate.
10 minutes later Luke appears casually strolling in looking between his brother and the captain who doesn't actually know what's happening but himself and a few other players stuck around to be nosy.
"Come on bro, we got a surprise for you." Luke smiles grabbing Jack's shoulders to push him out the locker room and into the hallway.
Y/n releases the puppy from it's leash and Jack's bending down instinctually to greet the excitable pup.
"Who is this?" Jack laughs as the puppy bounces up to lick at his face.
"That is a puppy for you to name and own and train-aside from when we're on the road. Y/n will cover that time." Luke explains as y/n smiles pulling a curious looking Alya from her pushchair.
"He's our gift to you. Sort of a companion and sort of a well done for the Olympic gold." Y/n explains while Jack scoops up the puppy.
"Oh you're losing your roommates." Timo comments making Jack's head whip around back to y/n and Luke.
"No. Not yet." Luke assures him, though that day is pending because they are looking and they both dread the day they have to break the news to him.
"What you calling him?" Nico asks petting the dog as it sits in Jack's arms still cuddled up.
"Milo." Jack decides earning grins all around.
"I think that's perfect for him." Y/n comments approvingly then looking at Luke with a nod that their plan is already working exactly as they hoped.
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Jack and Milo have ended up being an overshadowing duo, the team and fans alike are obsessed with Jack and his new dog.
But after the season was done, Milo joined them all heading to the lake house in Michigan where he seems to thrive and finally burn up the energy which was earning him obedience lessons in Jersey after he chewed up 3 couch cushions, which did result in panicked vet visits. Including one visit at 2am for y/n by herself since the boys were away for a game with poor Alya carefully lifted from her crib to her pushchair to get him safely checked out.
With it being the summer though, y/n has relinquished so many duties to the two Hughes brothers. Luke is full-time dad mode with his breaks coming from Jack and Quinn fighting over who is the better uncle by taking Alya off Luke and y/n's hands to try and get more time in with her and therefore default as the favourite since she can't actually vocalise her favourite person.
Though Luke and y/n are in fact her favourites since she leans over wanting to be held by either one any time they reappear into her line of sight.
With none of the Hughes brothers being the most active social media users, fans have relied on y/n's twice weekly photo dumps and daily story posts for insight into Luke being the best dad ever and peeks at Milo and Jack.
Really doing the lords work.
"Hey." Jack sighs as he finds y/n on the sandy shore of the lake with Alya, giving her some sensory time in the sand since she seems amazed by it.
"Hey." Y/n smiles as she watches Milo sniff ad Alya before beginning to trot around.
He's pretty well trained and with the vast space in Michigan to run around in, he's mellowed out in his energy.
"I didn't get the chance to thank you for getting Milo...I know it was your idea." Jack states softly making y/n look up from Alya who is trying to shove a fist full of sand into her mouth while y/n keeps her hand held down much to the disgruntled huffs and grumbles from her daughter.
"You don't need to thank me." Y/n smiles lightly then sighing as she smooths her hand over Alya's blonde hair, something she definitely got from the Hughes bloodline. "I know it sucks sometimes being Luke and I's third wheel especially since Alya came along and I can't just pull you a girlfriend out my ass. But a companion that makes you feel loved. I figured maybe we could help out with that."
"You just hated that Alya liked me most." Jack jokes though he knows that's not true. No one can replace y/n since she is sort of Alya's food source.
"I know you like to think that." Y/n hums then picking Alya up and placing her in Jack's lap. "Don't tell Quinn or any of my siblings but you are her favourite beyond her parents. I think she'll consider you her first best friend."
"Really you think?" Jack smiles clearly elated by the idea as Milo rushes to y/n and drops down onto his back, showing his belly for a rub. "I think you are his favourite person even ahead of me."
Luke drops down, seemingly appearing from thin air as he sits so y/n is between his legs and he pulls her back against himself.
"She's everyone's favourite. Anyone who doesn't like you is an idiot." Luke declares kissing y/n's jaw while she grins still rubbing Milo's tummy which is still in it's chubby puppy phase since he's still got a lot of growing to do. "This is nice and cosy."
"Mmm..." Y/n nods then laughing when Quinn appears dropping down and practically snatching his niece from Jack which makes Milo jump up and bark, something Alya is thankfully not startled by.
"Can you guys stop leaving me out?"
"Tell you what. How about Luke and I leave Alya in her uncles' capable hands and we'll have a date night?" Y/n smiles never missing an opportunity to have time alone with Luke since their adorable baby is fought over to be watched by his brothers.
No surprise Quinn and Jack agree with Jack also starting to play with Milo in the sand, trying out some new tricks that he's trained him to know and including Alya in helping much to her squealing excitement.
"Let's go." Luke whispers standing up and pulling y/n with him a second later. "We'll see you boys later. Don't do anything stupid. If Alya needs us, please just call. Do not try and handle it yourself."
Admittedly Luke going into dad mode turns y/n on more than she's willing to admit out loud but his brothers also seem to understand the seriousness behind their younger brother's words.
Y/ is pulled away with a love dazed grin and a wave to the quartet they're leaving behind.
"I'm her favourite. Y/n confirmed." Jack declares as Alya babbles and brushes Quinn's stubbly jaw. Something she can only do with him since he's the only brother who can grow facial hair without it being patchy and uneven but it seems to pique her interest and Quinn always uses it as an argument as being her favourite because of that.
"She said that out of pity, bro." Quinn scoffs though he knows that was a little mean. "Anyway, you already got a dog that sees you as his favourite. Let me have this."
Request from @ajcs150 - could you write something with Arber Xhekaj where reader do the trend “cleaning the spoon after he eat” or if possible some kind of compilation of reader trying trend on him (like seeing if he melt into the kiss, the tinder one for exemple, or whatever you prefer)
Word count: 1.3k
Arber makes it too easy sometimes and he's never once said no when she does ask him to part-take in her tiktok trends. How could he possibly say no when she gets pouty and bats her eyelashes from the get go.
Not that she always asks, since sometimes she's purposely pranking him or aiming to catch him off guard.
On this occasion she's plotting, not that he's noticed since they're out with a few of the other plays and their girlfriends when she sets up her phone.
Arber disappeared to get them both a drink but when he comes back she grins at him.
"Good boy." Y/n grins going to take the drink as he pauses at the praise, dark brows furrowing before he pulls the cocktail glass back and downs it in once mouthful. "Ah, hey! Bad boy!"
Arber's eyes scan and he immediately spots her phone now he's looking for it before picking it up.
"She's so funny, isn't she? Ha ha ha." Arber states before stopping the video.
"You owe me a drink." Y/n pouts crossing her arms as Arber hums leaning down to catch her in a hot and heavy kiss, giving her a small taste of the cocktail he drank in protest of her praise. "I thought you'd like being a good boy."
"You're a tease." Arber huffs then pulling back. "I'll go get you another drink."
"Good boy!" Y/n giggles calling after him and while he tries to hide it, she catches a glimpse of his smile over her actions.
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"Do you want to try?" Y/n asks as she "taste tests" some ice cream and Arber sneaks into the frame, very obviously trying to soften her up so he can get a bite.
However, he's fallen directly into her trap.
"Please." Arber smiles flashing his teeth in a purposely awkward smile since he always plays up when he knows the camera is on. Such an attention whore.
Y/n scoops the spoon into her ice cream and holds it out to him, smiling as he eats it and hums considering the flavour while y/n moves to wipe the spoon clean with some tissue then scooping some into her own mouth. And initially he doesn't seem to notice, or at least not think much of it.
"More." He demands in a deep tone, again playing up for the camera. But then he sees her snag when she picks up another tissue to wipe off the spoon, not something she's doing when she gives him some ice cream but always something after he's had some. "What are you doing?"
"What?" Y/n frowns in confusion as she offers him another spoonful which he takes before watching her wipe it again.
"That! Why are you wiping it? Why can't we share a spoon?"
"I just want a clean spoon." Y/n argues beginning to struggle to keep her acting in check.
"What's not clean about me?" Arber huffs before she seems something spark up in his eyes.
His large hand comes up to her neck and he forces her head to turn as he forces her into a kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth to make the point.
"Ok!" Y/n laughs pushing him away. "I get the picture."
"Good." Arber grumbles then picking up the spoon and licking it then scooping some ice cream and holding it to her mouth.
"Now you're just being gross on purpose." Y/n murmurs wrinkling her nose but she accepts the spoon anyway, much to his triumph.
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Y/n is stretched out across Arber's lap while himself and Florian watch some the Superbowl. Something she lacks an interest in as she scrolls through her phone boredly.
"Hey, baby." Y/n mumbles earning an absent-minded hum. "You won't believe who I saw on tinder."
"Who?" Arber asks sparking up in excitement at the thought of gossip while Florian is much quicker to clock her as he frowns.
"Juraj."
"Really?" Arber laughs while Florian looks at his brother like he's an idiot.
"Why is she on tinder, bro?" Florian questions making Arber look at him with his smile dropping before he looks at y/n.
"What are you doing on tinder?" Arber questions then snatching her phone only to find it recording. "Oh for fuck sake. Is this really another prank for tiktok?"
"A prank you both fell for. Florian, I really expected you to be more on the ball in knowing trends." Y/n teases giggling to herself as Arber tosses her phone onto her stomach lightly but she continues laughing since she won this round with ease.
"So Juraj isn't on tinder?" Arber clarifies earning an eye roll.
"I don't know! I'm not on tinder to find out." Y/n laughs shaking her head as she points out the obvious.
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Arber has just came back from an away game and the first thing he gets is pulled into doing another tiktok video, which fans of his are beginning to send in specific requests for while letting y/n know they think she's hilarious for constantly harassing him and making his life hell for these videos.
"This is a nice one, I promise." Y/n states earning a grumble but he nods. "Ok, hold your arms out."
Arber looks at her with slightly narrowed eyes but nods a little, doing as he's told and holding out his arms.
Y/n smiles then turning to the camera with a grin before moving towards him which immediately makes him move back and drop his arms to defend himself.
"What are you doing? Put your arms back up." Y/n laughs while Arber gives her an exasperated look like she's asking him to accept her kicking him in the balls. "Can you stop acting like I hit you? I only hurt your balls once and it was because I fell while drunk."
"Drunk or not I thought I died." Arber murmurs earning a sigh before raises his arms up and gives a forced smile.
This time he doesn't flinch as she steps closer to him, her hands cupping his face while he keeps his eyes focused on her while she smiles softly having to pull him down since having a massive boyfriend means initiating the kisses requires literally bending him to her whim.
Arber holds his arms out for less than a second as he melts perfectly into the kiss, his arms coming down round her, hugging around her before he deepens the kiss. No surprise he's forgot they're on camera as he lifts her legs up around his waist bring her up to his own level and momentarily making her forget the camera is there too.
"Alright." Y/n whispers breaking the kiss with a heavy breath. "You passed the test. Melted into the kiss like you were supposed to."
"That was it? That's what the trend was?" Arber laughs as she loosens her legs only for him to hike them back up and move them both together her phone allowing her to reach and stop recording it. "I always wanna kiss you, baby."
"I know, maybe I just wanted a cute video to share with everyone." Y/n hums before pecking his lips.
"Can we cuddle now? That was a long flight and I missed you."
"Dammit, Arber. You couldn't have said that while I was still recording?" Y/n pouts earning a laugh as he carries her to the bedroom, clearly wanting to cuddle and nap.
"I'll let you record another video later and redeem myself." He promises earning a grin from the young woman.
Request from anon - So I recently read your fics where the mc has ginger hair, can we get more of those? I also have ginger hair so I absolutely love those 🩷
Word count: 1.5k
There's something Lewis couldn't help but be drawn to when it came to y/n and he couldn't deny her red hair pulled him in like she'd lassoed him in.
He couldn't have fought his attraction to her if he tried, not that he tried in the slightest. He chased y/n and did everything he could think of to win her attention.
Y/n had her doubts, she considered that Lewis might be trying for something that she wasn't interested in. It took time and effort but Lewis managed to get her locked into a relationship.
"I'm bored." Y/n groans lying her back over Lewis' legs and stretching to arch down so she's draped over him, feeling his hands drum on her exposed stomach as her t-shirt slips away from her skin.
"You're always bored." Lewis smiles though he has to admit flights to races, especially the longer ones are usually boring. "Let me do your hair."
Y/n lifts her head seeming to consider his offer for a moment before smiling and moving to sit down between his legs.
"Any requests?"
"No. Do whatever you'd like." Y/n smiles while Lewis hums.
He's aware that her hair obviously can't handle the same styles as his, but much like he learned what worked for his own hair, he's learned how to style his girlfriend's hair.
Admittedly, her hair is something he's obsessed with. He finds himself stuck staring at it in a daze of admiration. There's something so beautiful to him about her having the rarest hair colour, he can't help thinking that rare features are just more attractice.
As usual, y/n falls asleep from the feeling of Lewis playing with her hair to the point that he ends up lying her head against one of his knees after she jolts from her head dropping forward.
After he's finished putting her hair into milkmaid braids, he gets a few pictures, even managing a selfie of her sleeping with him grinning in the background.
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Despite y/n being prone to burning in the sun, y/n is like a cat. She'll even lie on the floor where the window let's the sun shine through and just nap there.
Lewis isn't even surprised to walk in and find her lying there.
There's a glow around her from the sunlight, she looks like something that only exists in myths or fairytales.
"You're staring." Y/n mumbles suddenly, eyes still closed as she shifts and begins to stretch out her limbs as she looks over at him with lazy hooded eyes and she looks unimpressed. "You're late."
"I'm sorry baby." Lewis mumbles while she shakes her head.
Lewis sighs knowing that while it's not down to her hair colour, y/n has spice in the form of a temper which he knows he should be apologetic about triggering. And he is. But he also can't help but love seeing her softness turn a bit more fiery.
"3 hours, Lewis." Y/n grumbles and he knows, he knows he's late and he should've given her a heads up. No excuses.
He sighs lying down, plating himself on top of her since she's unmoved from her spot in the sun, not even having sat up to speak.
He positions himself between her legs and settles down against him, cuddling into her.
"It's not going to work." Y/n states but the begrudging element of her voice betrays her physically softening under his touch. Her hand comes up to trace the partings of his hair. "How was Maranello?"
That's why he was late, the private jet was delayed taking off because he stayed longer than planned.
"Tedious." Lewis sighs earning a hum. "I'm sorry for being late."
"I cooked dinner for us." Y/n mumbles making him wince.
Neither of them are big about cooking, Lewis has the luxury of a private chef who cooks up all sorts of meals that fit the strict diet he adheres to. Y/n either eats what he eats or some variation of it since she's not completely cut herself down to the vegan diet. He respects that. He wouldn't force someone to change their eating habits to match, that wouldn't be fair.
But the point is she doesn't cook regularly because there's no need so when she puts the effort in to cook, he wants to properly appreciate that. Opportunity to do that properly has been missed.
"I still want to eat it." Lewis states earning a sigh. Mainly because even for her lack of interest in cooking, y/n is naturally gifted at making food and has yet to fail to make a dish once she sets out to cook something.
"It's cold." Not as cold as the shoulder she's giving him.
"Then we can reheat it-or I'll eat it cold since it's my fault I left you waiting so long."
Y/n sighs looking down at him while he watches her, the sun making her red hair glow with a golden hue. She's an angel.
"Alright, I'll reheat it. I'm not that cruel." Y/n smiles lightly before pushing up onto her elbows while Lewis smiles moves up to kiss her.
"I love you baby and after trying whatever amazing food you've made, I'll make it up to you whatever way you'd like."
Y/n's eyes simmer with lust over that promise and the frostier attitude is replaced by her usual warm attitude, this one a little hotter and eager to get on with eating for her own benefit.
-
Lewis isn't controlling when it comes to y/n, he wouldn't dare try to be she's got a personality that is independent and takes shit from no one.
However, sometimes he just..wants to be an active boyfriend with her.
So maybe he tries to dress her a bit like a doll by buying her clothes that he thinks will suit her.
Redheads own the colour green. It pairs with their complexion almost too well.
But Lewis is fashion forward, he's creative and he knows that y/n isn't limited to one colour although she uses it as a safety net, half her wardrobe is just different shades of green.
"Red?" Y/n questions looking unsure of sharing his boldness. "I don't think-"
"Baby, red is one of your colours."
"But it's so bright." Y/n winces while Lewis sighs at her.
"You know walking into the paddock with me gets all attention on you anyway. I just think you'd look beautiful-gorgeous-the sexiest woman in the world wearing thing." Lewis tries watching her fluster at his words.
Another thing he's realised about redheads, or at least about y/n, they blush harder, more easily and quicker than anyone else. It's a weakness of y/n's that Lewis didn't know he has a weakness for before her.
"I bought it obsessed with the thought of seeing you wear it." Lewis tries as she flicks her gaze to the red dress laid out on the bed while he moves around, holding her waist and pulling her back towards himself. "You know I'd never lie to you about this."
And that's how Lewis arrives with his girlfriend dressed in red and as he knew she would, the red compliments her hair and fair complexion. In fact it looks even better than he predicted. He also makes sure to make a show of it and even directs a couple of the photographers he knows and gesturing for them to send him the photos while y/n scolds him for being so shameless about it.
As they walk into the Ferrari, y/n greets some staff, having managed to pick up on Italian with more success than Lewis and with the red dress, the team seems completely taken by her for the entire day. She receives no end of compliments which Lewis, of course, takes in his stride as an indirect compliment to himself too. Plus he absolutely has bragging rights.
"Alright, don't look so cocky." Y/n laughs as they finally return to the hotel at the end of the day.
"I'll stop when you admit it."
"Fine." Y/n states sucking in a breath as if it pains. "You were right. The dress looked really good."
"It does. But you do have a finesse for making everything look even better than it should." Lewis sighs as he lift his hand, looping a few strands of her hair around his finger. "I'm glad I waited to finally get my chance with a redhead. You made me obsessed but I don't think anyone else could've achieved that."
There's so many more variations of red hair but nothing compares to y/n's hair and he swears down there's not a single person who could've made him love red hair the way y/n has made him feel mesmerised by hers. Obviously it's not just her hair, but he certainly fixates on it obsessively.
"Alright, I've seen enough of you in that dress. Now I wanna see what you've got under there." Lewis declares earning a small laugh before he leans over and kisses her.
Summary: Y/n and Oscar are having sex when his banjo string snaps and y/n freaks out more than the man bleeding everywhere.
Themes/warnings: Brief smut
Word count: 1.2k
Y/n moans as she sits on top of Oscar, riding him like she was made for it. Not that she gets on top often but when she does, it's always worth while.
"F-Fuck." Oscar groans and for a moment she smiles before she feels his thrusts stutter and his hands grip her waist with a bruising hold. "Something's not right."
Y/n frowns looking down only for her stomach to lurch at the sight of blood.
"No-No. Oh my gosh, I-Wait I'm not-It's you. Ah Oscar." Y/n screams out processing as she climbs off of him and sees blood bubbling out of his dick combining with the residue of her wetness coating him.
It's spread between her legs too and Oscar winces at the sight.
"I-What should we do? What's happening?" Y/n panics seeing the blood on the sheets and internally groaning because that's going to be a pain to clean up.
Oscar manages to grab some tissues and apply pressure to stem the bleeding while y/n watches helplessly, shifting and mumbling trying to find someway to help but Oscar is more focused on soothing her than accepting her attempts at help. There's not much she can do.
"We're go in the shower. It shouldn't bleed for long." Oscar states making her frown deepen but he offers his hand seeming to take care of her more in her panic.
"What shouldn't bleed for long? What is bleeding? Do men actually get periods and I just have never been informed." Y/n questions beginning to wonder if the lack of education she got on male anatomy is finally coming back to haunt her. Schools never should've divided them by gender to learn about sex education. It's coming back to haunt her.
"My dick. The banjo string. No, at least not biological ones."
"Banjo string?"
"It's a piece of skin, it can...tear and it hurts and it bleeds but it heals." Oscar grunts as they get into the bathroom and turns on the shower gesturing for her to step in with him. "Let's clean you up."
"But you're hurt...and bleeding."
"You're covered in my blood and it's not bleeding much anymore." Oscar smiles softly. "Are you ok?"
"Did I do that?" Y/n mumbles wincing. "Like is it my fault?"
"It happens spontaneously. No one's fault." Oscar promises then moving to kiss her softly. "Let me clean you up though because you're covered in my blood and it's not my thing."
Y/n can't relax the whole time they clean up and she insists on inspecting his dick which he tries to argue against since getting hard is not going to help his situation and that's the effect she has on him even if he knows pain will accompany it and a blood rush down to his dick certainly won't help.
But she gets a good enough look that she seems satisfied that it doesn't require emergency medical attention.
Though she still insists they call his doctor when they get and dried off.
"He said it will said a could days, keep it clean and dry. A couple weeks no sex at least." Oscar sighs then hugging y/n towards himself as she nips her bottom lip still looking anxiously refusing to properly look at him as he kisses her temple. "Baby, I'm fine."
Y/n hums and then proceeds to spend the next 3 hours making a point to do everything for Oscar, insisting he not move from the sofa as she gets him water, snacks, makes him a proper meal, sets up the sofa into a recovery nest.
"Can you lie with me?" Oscar asks eventually, really hating the unease of her restlessness.
She's blaming herself for hurting him despite the repeated assurance that it's nothing she could've stopped. These things happen, but y/n obviously isn't wrapping her head around it and probably feeling some shock over being bleed in and on.
Even that grosses Oscar out at the thought. Though it never bothered him at the thought of period sex, there's something that he can't feel right about being the one bleeding. But maybe it's just because it did actually really fucking hurt.
"Come cuddle with me?" Oscar tries again making her pause and sigh as he pats the spot next to him.
Y/n shifts moving to lie down and finally when he lies his head in her lap and pulls her hand to his head so she can thread her fingers through his head, she starts to relax. Much to his relief.
It takes ordering pizza along with too many sides for them to really eat, and hot chocolate to get y/n back to her happier self. Though she keeps fussing over him.
"How are you feeling?" Oscar yawns as they finally get into bed.
"I'm feeling like you'll never get me on top again." Y/n declares earning a grin from her boyfriend. "Does it still hurt?"
"Aches a little but it's nothing. Just pain tolerance training."
"You're not in the secret service, Oscar." Y/n snorts before shuffling closer to him and hugging tightly into him. "Seriously though, you scared the shit out of me."
"I know...I could tell." Oscar hums moving his own hand up to gently play with her hair. "I really had no control in it happening and I wouldn't choose for it to happen."
"How did you stay so calm?" Y/n asks making him smile a little.
"You looked scared enough for both of us. There was no point in adding to it. Plus trying to keep you calm helped me keep calm. I was focused on you too much to focus on myself that much."
"I can't believe I broke your dick." Y/n whispers making him laugh.
"I'm just sorry I left you high and dry. I'll make it up to you." Oscar smirks slightly already plotting, though he make have to keep his dick in a ice bucket to avoid getting hard when he carries out the repayment of his debt to her.
"That's literally the last thing on my mind." Y/n grumbles but Oscar just squeezes her.
"Stop beating yourself up. It can happen to any guy, even when he's on his own." Oscar states earning a hum before she settles down. "This better not lead to a complete sex ban. I'll cry."
Y/n looks up at Oscar in amusement since the man has never shed a tear in the time she's known him.
"You're on a sex ban at least until you're properly healed." Y/n mumbles then settling down. "But you got the job done, I'm not stressed about it anymore."
Oscar sighs in relief since y/n genuinely seemed traumatised by the event, though he has a feeling when they do finally have sex again she'll fuss and it won't be quite as passionate as it usually is but they'll cross that bridge when they get to it.
For now he's going to let his dick heal, he's going to cuddle y/n as much as he can and he's going to take care of her in other ways to make up for it.
Summary: Nico is guilty of manspreading, y/n takes it as an invitation to sit on his lap.
Word count: 1.2k
Y/n knows she should scold him, teach him better habits than to manspread and discourage him from it.
But she can't help but be attracted.
It's like she's pulled in when he sits like that. To the point where he's possibly started sitting like that on purpose just to make her trip over herself.
"Hey, baby." Y/n greets walking in from having just gone out for a walk to try and stretch her legs. Mainly because her athletic boyfriend would tease her for having spent the entire day in bed otherwise. Not that he actually cares but she decided she did need some fresh out then she got lost. Otherwise she would've got back home before him.
"Hey, gorgeous." Nico smiles as she walks into the living room and looks at his position.
If he sat with his legs positioned any wider.
The look on his face tells her she knows exactly what he's doing.
"Where were you?" Nico asks as y/n grins moving around the second sofa and towards the one he's sitting on before plopping down in his lap, maybe throwing her weight down with some force that earns a small grunt.
"I went for a walk." Y/n mumbles deciding to not mention her getting lost.
"A walk to?"
"Just a walk. I needed to stretch my legs and figured I'd find a new part of Newark to explore." Y/n smiles with a small shrug then leaning into him. "You know sitting like this is always just such an intivitation."
"It's comfortable and I like you coming over and sitting on my lap." Nico shrugs never one to withhold his honesty. She's not sure if it's the nature of speaking a second language or if it's just Nico being Nico, though she leans towards the latter of those.
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Y/n doesn't often bother picking Nico up from practice, but she took his car to the garage for him and ran some errands using his car so she picked him up.
At the end of the practice she noticed a few of the players, including her boyfriend were taking their time to appear from the ice.
So she went looking for him only to find her boyfriend sitting on a chair on the ice looking at his teammates who were still milling around. Seeming to just be watching, but his spread legs catches her attention and with her noticing all the training and coaching staff are gone. She doesn't bother to hide herself.
Nico's dark eyes snap to her as soon as she steps out on the ice. His blank expression is replaced by a dimpled smile before Jack skates to her and offers her an escort over to her boyfriend since ice is still slippery as hell even without the aid of skates. Probably more so.
"All yours." Jack smiles before releasing her a few feet away which only leads to her managing two steps on her own before she slips and just falls onto Nico's lap.
"Embarrassing and desperate." Y/n grunts as Nico repositions her.
"What?"
"Falling was embarrassing and the position was desperate." Y/n clarifies while Nico just smiles.
"You didn't have to come get me. I was about to leave." Nico smiles lightly as she sits on his thigh and sighs running her hand through his slightly damp and sweaty hair.
"How do you manage to sit like this even in practice?" Y/n questions earning a rather smug grin as he leans back a little exuding a cocky arrogance but for some reason he makes himself even more attractive in the process. "Why is there a seat on the ice?"
Nico doesn't seem in the answering mood because he tugs her into himself, loving a display of claim on her. After all Nico met y/n at the same time as a few of his teammates and he was no the only one interested, he was just the only one successful in getting her attention.
"Alright, love birds. Put it away." Timo shouts as he steps off the ice and y/n breaks the kiss smiling over at him.
"It's not out yet, but if you want a show-"
"No!" Timo and a few others shout making her grin before turning back to Nico who is just watching her in mild amusement.
"Ready to go?" Y/n prompts softly after planting another kiss on the captain's lips earning a hum.
"I'm comfortable like this."
"I mean we can stay here...but I'm starting to get cold."
Definitely not dressed for being on the ice for so long.
"Let's go." Nico states quickly managing to scoop y/n up and skate towards the exit of the ice.
-
Y/n giggles as she stumbles through the apartment door, narrowly avoiding the door slamming into the wall as it takes her weight before she pulls it back.
She wasn't meant to drink so much, it was just dinner with her sister that lead to a cocktail bar.
Nico got a text that she'd be home late from her sister, much to his amusement.
He fell asleep on the sofa, slumped back, legs spread lazily and head tilted back.
That's exactly the view y/n is met with as she fails to find him in the bedroom and begins searching the apartment for him. Then smiles as she shuffles over, trying and failing to keep herself quiet as she moves over as he lifts his head.
"You-" Nico start then clearing his throat of the thickness of sleep and speaking again. "You're home."
"I am." Y/n confirms then dropping into his lap and wrapping her arms tightly around him. "I'm home and I want my cuddly, loving, gorgeous, sexy, brown eyed boyfriend."
Nico smiles leaning his head back as he settles down, y/n won't stay seated for long. She always showers when she's drunk, something about thinking a shower will sober her up. He's tried convincing her otherwise but then she just says she can't sleep without washing the bar off of her.
He's also found that rule imposed on him.
"You're always so...inviting just sitting here like this." Y/n sighs, alcohol loosening her lips as she speaks without filter while Nico smiles.
He obviously does it on purpose, he has never failed to see the effect it has on his girlfriend and who would oppose their girlfriend climbing in their lap at every given opportunity.
"I wanna live in this position." Y/n declares with a groan of frustration that instead of always sitting in her boyfriend's lap, she has to deal with him travelling and being away so this is only a part-time luxury.
"How about a deal?" Nico offers catching her attention and making him notice just how glazed over her gaze is.
"I'm listening."
"Once I retire, you get me like this on demand any time, anywhere and you'll have no argument from me?"
"Deal."
He knew that was an easy deal. But he still feels triumph for it. It's nice to feel that wanted.
"I love you." Y/n whispers leaning closer to him, lips brushing his own.
"I love you too, baby." Nico replies before being captured in a long and heated kiss.
Summary: Lando discovers just how nice y/n's shower products and skincare are and starts stealing it to use for himself. Then y/n finds out.
Word count: 660
Initially it was just because he ran out of his usual shampoo and body wash at the same time. It did used to be a 3-in1 but y/n started calling him a heathen for having only 1 bottle in use for a shower. So he had already swapped over to having an actual shampoo and a body wash.
But when they ran out in a brief and fleeting return home, he just used her product and actually he now understands why she uses so much stuff. He feels pampered every shower and it helps that he smells like her.
Something she hasn't seemed to notice. Thankfully.
Or she hadn't.
"Hey, Land-no. What are you doing?! What-Why are you using like cup worth of my shampoo!" Y/n screams walking in on him in the shower right as he's pouring, yes pouring, her shampoo into his hand.
"I uhhh...knew you were coming to join me?" Lando laughs nervously.
"I knew it! I knew my shampoo was going alarmingly quickly." Y/n groans then glaring as her arms cross over. "What else have you been using?"
Figuring that lying might just land him in some scorching water, literally she might just turn the temperature up and block him in.
"All of it."
"All of it?!" Y/n gasps putting her hand to her heart like she's having palpitations. Maybe a little dramatic. "Have you been using all my skincare too?"
Ok initially he wasn't but then he used her face wash and then he figured he'd try out all the stuff she's smothering on her face. Turns out there's good reason she uses that, it's made his skin have that same glowy and glassy look in his skin. He's almost offended she hadn't noticed the change.
"Maybe..."
"LANDO NORRIS. Do you know how expensive that stuff is?" Y/n gasps actually choking for a moment like she's pained by this news.
Thinking about it, he does feel kind of bad as she pouts and whines at him since she never asks him for money and all this stuff is bought out of her pocket. But knowing it's expensive isn't something that crossed his mind. Since when is body wash and shampoo expensive.
Of course, he's stupid enough to ask and the amounts y/n spends on her shower and skin care routine is astounding even by Lando's standards.
"Alright, what if I start paying for all of it and we can share-and you can show me how to use it properly?" Lando offers making her huff a little since she's still unimpressed.
"I should really report you for theft." Y/n huffs as Lando manages to pull her into the shower since she is actually naked and had presumably intended to join him before catching him in the act.
"What if...I wash you and do everything. Full princess treatment indefinitely as part of my apology for stealing your stuff?" Lando hums kissing her skin feeling her tension melt away. Not that it's hard, he knows the effect he has on his girlfriend but admittedly he also knows he as walking a very thin line of forgiveness vs more upset.
"The least you could do." Y/n grumbles before she fights a smile. "Can't wait to tell Max and P all about how you use my shit."
"You can tell them. It's annoying how well it works though." Lando grumbles while y/n laughs gently slapping at him which is a little loud with them being naked and wet. "Ow, baby. Kiss it better."
"Don't try that, it did not hurt." Y/n laughs shaking her head at him but kisses his chest where she smacked him anyway. "Since you're footing the bill for skincare I might try the more expensive stuff I was scared to use."
"Wow, exploiting me."
"Wow, thief!" Y/n exclaims clearly intending to use this against Lando for a while to work in her favour.
Summary: Lando's girlfriend has an unconventional means of a physical touch love language but he's learned to live with it and at this point he wouldn't accept her love in any other form.
Highkey sleep!reader x sleepy!Lando
Word count: 1.2k
Y/n is practically itching to touch Lando, her hand flexing from not touching him like she's withdrawing from him.
She almost trips getting into the apartment and seeing him lying asleep on the sofa.
"Baby." Y/n whispers in relief before she manages to shift and move to sit with him, shifting him to lie across her lap as she turns on the tv and slowly slides her hand down his stomach making him sigh and move a little to give her easier access as he stirs before settling again at the feeling of her hand pressing against his skin, just on the squishy skin around the base of his dick.
Some, in fact nearly all, men would think that y/n is teasing him or going to wake him up with her hand around his dick.
But no for some reason y/n just like to touch him there, she doesn't always do it so consciously but Lando would say unless they're up and walking or it's really impossible to hide the fact she's touching him. Then y/n has her hand tucked in his trousers.
His lips twitch into a smile for a moment before he drifts asleep again knowing y/n isn't bothered if he's sleeping, she just likes being there with him.
Y/n's fingers gently move brushing his skin, his wispy hair under her fingers since Lando has an alarming lack of body hair. Not that she cares but he does laugh a little when she plays with the thin hair so casually.
"Morning, baby." Lando yawns earning a small smile.
"It's nearly 6pm." Y/n states shaking her head at him as his hand moves down to gently rub her forearm that disappears into his pants.
"If I've woken up, it's morning." Lando shrugs continuing to hold her arm in place knowing that she's about to offer food or get up to do something now he's awake.
Though he knows if she worked on instinct rather than rational, she'd never let him move from a position like this. She'd stay like this for days if not weeks. There's nothing that would move her without force. It just brings her peace and he knows it.
"I love you, baby." Lando states loving to watch her get flustered over the words, which seems to happen every time, as if she doesn't casually keep her hand right next to his dick at every given opportunity.
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With them getting an unexpected month off due to the cancellation of races, Lando decided to use the chance to just get some time in the sun and relax.
"They should cancel races more often." Y/n jokes as she climbs to sit behind Lando and tucks her hand into his waist hand, keeping both hands down his shorts.
"You think?" Lando hums dropping his head back onto her shoulder, closing his eyes, smiling at the feeling of her hands and just her body against his. "Where did you get the habit from?"
"What?" Y/n frowns making him open his eyes, peeking at her. "What habit?"
"Your hands touching there all the time."
"Oh...I don't know I just did it with you that first time and it felt nice." Y/n mumbles the biting her lip for a moment. "I feel different with you to anyone else-everyone else. So I guess it makes sense that my love is communicated differently."
Lando practically melts into y/n, because despite being a man of poor choices of words so frequently. Y/n never fails to say the right thing.
"I think-No, I know, I'm the luckiest man alive to be loved by you." Lando smiles then rubbing his hand over one of hers through his shorts. "Especially for this."
"Maybe we're both really weird." Y/n hums kissing his neck.
"Better than boring." Lando states adjusting his position as they look out at the sun slowly lowering towards the horizon over the water.
"That's true."
-
Y/n is curled up on the private jet seat, having opted to nap while Lando plays poker with some of his friends since he's bringing Max and some others from Quadrant to Miami.
Lando eventually gets sick of losing and moves over to y/n lifting her sleeping body up from her seat before sitting down and holding her in his lap.
Y/n stirs, eyes peeking open for half a second before closing again as she nuzzles into him, her hand wedging down between them as it slots into place while he grins to himself.
"Did you win?" Y/n murmurs sleepily.
"No. They were cheating." Lando declares boldly watching a smile flicker on her lips.
"How dare they."
"I know. But it gave me a good reason to just come and cuddle with the best person on the plane. I need some y/n love." Lando sighs pulling her a little closer to himself. "You're way better than them anyway."
Y/n hums shifting her hand against him before seeming to completely relax down as her body submits back to sleep and Lando grins down at her.
In truth, at this point her hand being against him is just as much a comfort to him as it is to y/n. Possibly more. Knowing this is a form of showing love that's limited to him makes his chest thump in an unnatural pace but he just can't help but feel so special and giddy about it.
Sometimes he does struggle not to just get instantly hard and the first time y/n did it in a sleepy daze, he didn't know what the hell was going on.
They didn't even talk about it, y/n just kept doing it and eventually Lando realised it was a habit that was going to stick.
He does end up pulling a blanket over them when Max comes over to chat with him while y/n sleeps soundly with her head pressed into his neck and her hand twitching against him while him and Max actually talk about business.
"I really hope the two of you never break up." Max sighs when he finds himself ignored again when Lando pulls her closer and squishes her to himself, actually moving her hand to the other side since he's moved her to a position where her wrist was at a funny angle.
"That's not going to happen." Lando mumbles before readjusting the blanket.
"Good, because I don't think we'd be able to piece you back together after her...You're not using her hand to get off under that blanket are you?" Max questions making Lando roll his eyes.
"No, she just...sleeps with her hand in funny positions and I don't want her to lose circulation. Can we get back to the topic?" Lando sighs then leaning back a little as Max gets back into talking about Quadrant and what they've got planned in Miami.
Summary: Oscar's girlfriend has a bit of a banger as a car, insisting an expensive car would be wasted on her because she just doesn't care. But then she makes the mistake of mentioning the "emojis" on her dash.
Word count: 821
Oscar has spent most of y/n and his relationship avoiding being her passenger. Primarily because he just prefers driving but also because y/n and princess. Princess being a VW Lupo from 2001.
He got her the car when she said she didn't want to wreck any of his cars which are significantly more expensive. Princess is a faded red and was £300 when Oscar got it, he didn't think it would last long.
But it's been a year and she hasn't voice any problems.
"Can I just check on your car before we take it in for the MOT?" Oscar asks after having got a reminder for it on their calendar.
"Sure, princess' keys are...in my bag I think." Y/n smiles making Oscar nod, leaning over to kiss her softly. "She sounds a little rusty turning on but once she's going she's fine."
Oscar chooses to believe that's probably just the battery before grabbing her keys and heading out to check her car.
Y/n doesn't bother parking her car in the garage so he heads outside and sighs unlocking the door by actually putting the key in the door since the sensor on the locks hasn't worked the whole time they've had the car.
"Alright." Oscar sighs softly as he pushes the clutch down and turns the ignition.
He maybe expected some sort of light but the whole dash lights up like New York at night.
"What the fuck?" Oscar mutters turning the car off and hoping turning it on again will make the light disappear.
In fact he tries a couple times.
"Jesus Christ." Oscar groans before y/n comes out frowning.
"Why do you keep turning her off and on again?" Y/n frowns while Oscar looks at her in exaperation.
"Baby, this car is fucked. Like every light you can have on the dash is one-apart from tyre pressure."
"What? You mean the little emojis?"
That leaves Oscar sighing and leaning his head on the steering wheel to recollect himself. He mainly just wants to laugh because of course she thought nothing of them.
It's nothing to do with y/n being a woman or something derogatory. She just genuinely doesn't care about cars. It's a means of getting from A to B. She doesn't care by what means and the body work of the car definitely has more scraps and dents on it than when they first got it.
"Baby, you cannot drive the car like this-you should not have been able to even drive with the car like this. I don't know how you got it moving." Oscar states while y/n smiles innocently then it seems to dawn on her what he might mean.
"But we can fix her right? It's not the end of Princess?" Y/n mumbles earning a sigh.
"We'll fix her up, she might fail the MOT. But I'll make sure she's all working." Oscar states though he knows the mechanic will both love and hate him. Love him for a nice payday, hate him for just how much work it will take to fix the car.
But the tears that have built up in her eyes over the thought of losing the car is something he will pay anything to prevent spilling over.
"We'll get her fixed. But next time one of the lights pop up, you gotta tell me. It means there's something wrong." Oscar sighs as he stands up out of princess and pulls y/n towards him with his fingers hooked in her waistband which earns a grin. "Ok?"
"Ok." Y/n nods biting her lip for a moment before she throws herself on him and kisses around his face. "Thank you."
"Yeah, no problem."
-
As expected, it cost about 20 times what the car is worth to fix it and it took the better part of a month just to get it done. The mechanic tried talking Oscar out of it nearly every day for the first week. But he couldn't bear the thought of telling y/n to say goodbye to that car.
It's not that she genuinely cares about the car per se, but she's emotionally attached to the inanimate object just because she's named it and the idea of giving it up is simply out of the question.
"Alright, baby. This is for you." Oscar smiles handing her the keys back.
"Princess! I've missed her so much." Y/n beams then bouncing and hugging Oscar in excitement.
"No more emojis on that dash."
"I don't see why there isn't like some sort of proper alarm to tell me what's wrong with the car." Y/n comments with a small shrug while Oscar hums. "Thank you. I'm so happy you got her all fixed up."
"You're welcome baby." Oscar smiles honestly just relieved that y/n won't be pouting since that entire month any time she wanted to drive to do something, primarily get some sort of fast food.
Summary: Lando is newly single again and seems to be trying hard to catch someone’s attention. But did their history of his consistent rejection do too much damage for him to change his mind now?
Russell!Reader
Word count: 2.6k
They had a history. A past that y/n intended to leave buried in the past.
He moved on. He chose someone else.
So she moved on. She made herself move on.
"Lando is single again." Her busybody brother smirks as she walks through the Melbourne paddock with him. Obligated to attend the first race of his season that is already looking promising in that Merc.
"Good for him." She hums feigning disinterest. Though really she just don't want to hear about that asshole.
"Yeah, he was asking about you too." George comments making her glare. "Oh come on, you two were close."
"Key word. Were. I haven't spoken to him in almost a year and quite frankly I'm happy for that to extend indefinitely." Y/n declares with a huff.
George sighs since he knows he shouldn't pester y/n but he genuinely thought Lando and y/n would work out and they seemed such a perfect pair. Neither ever divulged what happened that made them part from each other and sever the strings of whatever had been going on. But second chances exist and surely what they had is worth another try.
He'd spoken to Lando, who asked about y/n without provocation. Asking if she'd be attending any races, how she'd been recently. George questioned why Lando didn't ask y/n himself and was informed he was blocked on every platform and then she changed her number just to make sure he couldn't get a new number.
Whatever he did, it sliced deep. George knows his sister isn't the extreme or dramatic type so for her to go that far to evade Lando then her feelings were stung and so was her pride.
But George is a matchmaker and he is certain that Lando and y/n pair up well together. Lucky for him, Lando agrees so he only has one party to change the mind of and see sense.
-
Y/n isn't stupid. She knows her brother is trying to force her hand and make her stop being so stubborn.
"Hey, y/n." Lando smiles pulling up to her walking to the paddock after George left early and said Lando offered to give her a ride. "George said you needed a ride."
"No. I'm good." Y/n states with a strained voice as she keeps her head forward and refuses to look at him as he rolls along side her, probably going slower than he's ever driven before to keep pace with her.
"Come on, y/n. Either you get in or I follow you all the way to the paddock and that will make some lovely headlines for the media." Lando sighs leaning back and continuing to drive at a snail pace. Somehow the road is empty so he's not getting anyone's way.
Y/n keeps walking stubbornly for another 3 minutes and Lando doesn't seem to be wearing down.
"Fine! Fuck sake fine. But we are not talking. We are sitting in silence." Y/n huffs making Lando grin which says just as much as if he actually opened his mouth and spoke.
The car journey is as silent as y/n demanded but when the car stops y/n goes to almost throw herself out only for the door to lock.
"Resorting to kidnapping. I thought low of you but I guess I was generous." Y/n comments dryly earning a sigh.
"Can you stop with this? Y/n, I'm sorry. I don't even know what I did." Lando pleads making y/n look at him with a glare. "Please, tell me."
"You think I'm just going to sit on ice waiting for you to choose me? I'm done, Lando. You enjoy all the women you like, let them ride your dick till it fucking falls off. But stop coming back to me like a safety net when you get bored of the new bitch you've had your hands on. I'm not interested in this game."
Lando doesn't get another word out as she yanks the handle twice, unlocking the door and slamming it as she marches off.
Lando sighs leaning back in the driver seat with a curse. He'd not intentional made her a back up. Actually last time they talked about it y/n said that she didn't think George would approve and she didn't want a relationship anyway. Maybe she was lying to cover for herself and thought wanting a relationship would scare Lando away, but Lando was stupid enough to believe it and now he's realising he broke her heart.
-
After y/n came to George with angry tears, he stopped trying to push for y/n and Lando to reconcile so much.
Lando on the other hand, has not given up.
Endless bouquets, gifts, letters, all either binned or returned. George kept hold of a couple of the letters for her, leaving them sealed because he thinks that she might want to read them one day.
"Hey, Jon." George greets watching him leave the Merc hospitility, sent with yet another gift placed in front of y/n as she sits at the outdoor tables.
Staring at the gift as George approaches her, he sits down looking at the wrapped gift that Lando clearly made a point of wrapping himself because it's the worst wrapping ever.
"I can be the messenger to take it back if you want." George offers making her look at him. "Or you could open it and keep it."
"It's material. My forgiveness can't be bought." Y/n mutters then curling up on the chair and looking away from it.
"Then tell him. You clearly want to forgive him, y/n. But he's trying and failing because he doesn't know how to earn it." George tries knowing he promised to stop but he can't help it. "I'm not saying you have to forgive him. But give him a chance to earn it and if he still fucks up then I will personally make sure he never tries to speak to you or send you anything ever again.
Y/n is miserable and Lando is relentless but something needs to give.
"He wants what he can't have. I made myself so easy for him George and he chased other women. Now I've rejected him suddenly he's fighting to have me."
George frowns realising that's a completely valid reason for her not to want to give Lando an opportunity to lose interest and make her regret it all.
"Can you just butt out?" Y/n mutters and despite it going against every fibre of his being.
-
Lando didn't let up till the unplanned break with the Bahrain and Jeddah races cancelled.
Y/n thought she finally escaped him. But instead he showed up at her door.
"Lando, have you not had enough?" Y/n frowns crossing her arms.
"Come out with me." Lando tries earning an eye roll. "One date. Please."
"I'm not dressed for a date." No in fact she was dressed just back from the gym, having showered off there and changed into some joggers and a hoodie.
"It'll work for this one. You look amazing in everything you wear." Lando promises and the fact he's not dressed up formally makes her feel like she's not being lied to but she still doesn't feel right leaving for a date like this. "I can give you some time. It's not like we're on the clock."
Y/n bites her lip before sighing and holding the door open.
"Come in, I'm not going to make you wait outside like a stalker. I'll be quick."
Lando smiles lightly trying not to let himself think too much of the chance. For all he knows she's pitying him or plotting to give him this date just so she can spit in her face that he's never getting her.
She takes about 30 minutes but Lando remains at the doorway, not snooping in the space he's been a few times before. She got the London apartment about a year and a half ago, so he visited before she'd cut him off.
"Ok, let's go." Y/n sighs having changed into a dress and some trainers, looking more make up with some make up though she's opted for just keeping her hair down.
She locks up and they head to his car where he opens the door for her and helps her in before he looks at the sky thanking the universe for this chance as he moves around to his door.
"So where exactly are we going?" Y/n asks making Lando grin at her. "Lando..."
"Just trust me. Please, this once trust me and I promise it'll be worth it."
Y/n sighs slumping in the seat as they drive and she realises they're leaving London.
"Are you kidnapping me?"
"Just momentarily." Lando teases earning an eye roll.
Y/n sighs rubbing her palms on her thighs as Lando drives them, he's always happy to just settle in a silence but y/n hates it.
"Why did you do it?" Y/n finally asks making Lando flex his hand, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel with a sigh.
"You said you didn't want a relationship."
"I didn't think you wanted a relationship." Y/n mumbles then biting her lip. "I thought you would get scared and leave if I suggested one so I just...said it so you wouldn't leave. But clearly I was wrong and you found someone else easy enough anyway."
"We have some work to on communication." Lando declares earning a side eye. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Give me the look like I'm entirely to blame. You should've asked me."
"Lecturing me about my assumptions is not the move you think it is." Y/n states but Lando only grins at her. "Can you please tell me where we're going?"
"No. It's a surprise."
"That's not very good communication."
Lando looks at y/n with a deadpanned expression before she sighs and accepts her fate for the night.
Eventually they arrive at MTC and y/n frowns looking at Lando since it's late and while the centre isn't empty, she's not sure that they should be here.
"Come on."
"But-"
"Come on, y/n." Lando smiles cutting in while y/n huffs at his abruptness.
Y/n sighs moving with him and frowning as they walk into the centre and y/n finds a blanket laid out in front of the window that overlooks the lake.
"What is this?" Y/n mumbles as Lando pulls her to the set up that clearly he recruited some people in to help with given it's about an hour drive to get here from her place.
Y/n sighs looking at the F1 driver before she bites her lip as she sighs and sits down with him.
The sky is clear and with the lights turned off, the stars are so pretty in front of her.
"I was going to put us outside but it's freezing so I thought this was the second best." Lando explains with a smile then beginning to pile food onto a plate for her then placing it down for her.
"Thank you." Y/n mumbles before swallowing thickly.
"You know I'm not actually that scary." Lando comments while y/n sighs at him. "I am sorry you know? For fucking things up. I just...thought that you saying you didn't want a relationship was you friend-zoning me and telling me that you want nothing to do with me."
"I never said that."
"I know but you never said otherwise either, y/n." Lando points out then biting his lip. "I fucked up by not trying harder. But I'm going to try so hard that you can't deny it."
Y/n smiles softly before she shoves some food in her mouth to try and keep herself from smiling though Lando clocks it anyway but doesn't say anything.
"So go on, tell me about the past year since my 2025 was well documented." Lando comments making y/n sigh a little.
Y/n does fill Lando in on her year. She tells him everything and Lando listens, being completely in love with listening to her talk after so long of her ignoring him and his entire existence.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/n whispers making Lando smile softly at her.
"I missed you." Lando confesses and it's a pretty effective way to make y/n get flustered, her face practically burning under his gaze. "I know I probably seemed happy this past year and there were a lot of things to be happy about. But I missed you and I wish I'd not been so stupid because I would've loved to have those experiences with you there too."
Y/n blinks trying to swallow the lump that's formed in her throat.
"I'm sorry." Y/n whispers biting her lip. "God I really fucked shit up for us."
"I'd say it's at least equal parts. I didn't have to go out and find a rebound but I did." Lando mumbles with a shrug then shifting closer to her.
"I missed you too. That's...why I couldn't let myself see you. Seeing you with someone else, it hurt more than I wanted to let myself feel." Y/n confesses before shifting. "I'm sorry for fucking it up like I did. You didn't deserve to be...rejected then given the cold shoulder and blamed for rightly trying to move on."
"Do I get a chance this time?" Lando asks making y/n grin at him, nodding lightly.
"Yes, and I promise not to fuck it up this time. Really it's my second chance." Y/n mumbles before smiling when Lando shuffles closer and finally wraps his arms around her.
"I'm going to be trying harder to make sure you know exactly what I mean and what I want and never leave room for us to be confused and mess up." Lando declares earning a grin as she leans back on him a little. "I also don't want George to break my hands which is what he threatened if I didn't leave you alone."
"I'm going to do so much better. I promise. No more fucking up." Y/n whispers then tilting her head back to look at him but she hardly gets glimpse before he's kissing her.
A long overdue kiss. They have kissed before but that obviously was kisses of hidden feelings and some serious restraint.
"Not that I would be opposed to it, but we can't hook up here." Lando states when y/n deepens the kiss a little before she laughs a little.
"No. That might be pushing our luck a little." Y/n hums before settling back against him again. "Thank you for all of this and not just...giving up. I thought you were always chasing me because you couldn't have me and you wanted what you couldn't have."
"I always wanted you. I'm just stupid."
"Guess we're both kind of stupid."
"Makes us even more perfectly matched." Lando grins making y/n laugh before she picks up some more food and bites into it. "So as far as first dates go, how are we doing?"
"We're doing so well. 5 out of 5 stars, would recommend and will do again."
"Good. Because if you said badly this was about to be a crime scene for your kidnapping."
Summary: Nico is so effected by y/n's touch he can't help that his body reacts to even to something as simple as a kiss. He's just happy she hasn't noticed....until she does notice.
Word count: 1.1k
It's not a crime to be attracted to your girlfriend. In fact, Nico would argue that it should be a criminal offence if you aren't attracted to your girlfriend.
But when something as simple as her kisses result in his dick stirring to life. That's when he knows he needs to get a grip on his self control.
It's not a bad there per se that Nico gets hard from y/n. But he also knows there's a time, a place and kisses should be able to just be a moment of affection.
An innocent moment of affection.
"I have to go out." Y/n sighs leaning over the back of the sofa where Nico is lying after getting back from a game that was pretty early in the day. He's beat after taking a big hit, not that it took him out the game but when the adrenaline drops, his body feels the ache and usually he maybe relishes in y/n spending the hours afterwards cuddling him. "No...Don't give me the big sad eyes."
"Where are you going?" Nico asks not bothering to remove the small pout.
"I'm going to the dentist. I was going to go for drinks with the girls but since you're giving me that sad puppy look, I'll rearrange with them." Y/n smiles then lowering her head to kiss him a couple times, each one making his dick stand further to attention. "I won't be long. It's just a check up with the hygienist."
Nico grumbles a little before she pecks his lips once more.
"Love you."
"Love you too." Nico nods managing a smile as she walks out and he groans once the door closes.
He'll have to take care of this before she gets back unless he wants questions about how and why he got hard.
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"Hey." Nico smiles seeing y/n arrive at the edge of the rink, interrupting the end of practice but half of the boys are already gone anyway.
"Hi. Guess what I got." Y/n grins as she kisses him and Nico, even as he tries to focus on her words and the fact he does have teammates around him, still feels it go straight to his dick.
"What?" He asks with a dimpled smile, thankful that all his hockey gear pretty much covers any semi-hardness.
"I went to the market and got all the fresh produce that you like. I thought maybe we could try some new recipes that you were talking about the other day." Y/n smiles brightly before she leans up to kiss him again. "I always forget how much taller you are in skates."
Nico smiles taking off his gloves and moving towards her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her. His mind distracted enough that as they exchange several short kisses that earns hoots and cheers from the few other players still on the ice.
"Are you getting hard?" Y/n whispers making Nico flush.
"I'm going to change." Nico mumbles placing y/n down while she grins. "Don't look at me like that."
"I don't even know what I did to make it happy. We just kissed-we just kissed, is that all it takes, baby?"
Nico grumbles but tries to rush his changing including a cold shower to quickly scrub the sweat away and thankfully it gets rid of his semi, even if it literally pains him.
It was only a kiss.
-
Y/n couldn't help but play into it.
Now she knows all it takes for Nico to get hard is just a kiss.
"I got you something." Y/n grins leaning over to kiss him after having answered the door to the delivery guy for a package.
"You did?" Nico hums looking like he's waiting for another kiss that she's happy to give him which gives him more of a blood rush.
"Yes." Y/n nods with a mischievous glint in her eye than makes Nico frown a little in thought of what she's bought.
Y/n wiggles away from him and tears into the packaging.
"Since you can't receive a kiss from me without getting a little hard. I think this t-shirt was necessary." Y/n declares pulling out a t-shirt and turning it around to find the phrase I'm A Slut For My Girlfriend written on the back.
Nico chokes out a laugh of shock over his girlfriend's arrogance about his physical reaction to her kisses. Not that he can blame her. If he knew that she was getting turned on from every kiss, but sadly women get the privilege of hiding that type of thing with ease.
"I'll wear it if I get a kiss." Nico hums watching her squeal in excitement and climb on him, kissing him in a very hot and heavy kiss which is far more intentional to rile him up.
Also aided by her hands gripping his current t-shirt and pulling it off of him and pushing the new one over him.
"Happy?"
"Not as happy as you are." Y/n smiles sweetly while looking down.
Nico wears the t-shirt and y/n takes joy in seeing his shorts tent any time she kisses him. It's somehow gotten worse. Though it's not as if she addresses it every time. They both acknowledge that one kiss doesn't immediately need to lead to sex, though maybe 7 out of 10 times it does.
Fans lose their minds when y/n shares a mirror selfie of her hugging Nico in his new t-shirt, one he's worn to a game but with the front being plain white, he hit the graphic under a jacket.
Not that it stopped Timo and Jack from spotting it in the locker room and taking great joy in teasing him about it.
Y/n gave him a kiss goodbye before he left, though sometimes he does think that in those brief sweet moments, which should absolutely be innocent in nature, she forget that he gets hard and he likes that. Even if he still does feel the blood rush just for being on the receiving end of her affection.
He's accepted defeat to his automatic reactions and decided that if y/n doesn't care, in fact she thinks it's "adorable" (not necessarily the way Nico would like his girlfriend to talk about his dick, but it's better than disgust) and even finds it flattering.
After the game, Nico returns home to the young woman who greets him from the sofa with open arms that he flings himself into.
"Awww my big puppy eyes teddy bear." Y/n coos scratching his back through the t-shirt. "Kiss?"
Nico smiles moving up and pecking her lips before they both decide to ignore his bulge on her thigh.
Request from @minecraftinyopool - quinn hughes giving beard burn PLEASE 🙏 like playoff beard and he is obsessed with kissing or eating ur meow meow and u get beard burn
Themes/warnings: Smut (oral)
Word count: 1k
Making it into the play offs wasn't as hard in Minnesota as it felt in Vancouver. As much as Quinn is grateful for Vancouver and the time he had there, and they had made it to the play offs before but it just wasn't feeling possible the past couple years that they had a real chance.
But with the play offs comes the play off beards.
Y/n isn't even sure why so many players seem to decide that shaving holds no place in the play offs but she certainly feels no urge to force his hand.
So when she wakes up to the brush of his beard on her skin while he kisses her neck, squeezing her to himself and grinding his dick into her ass for a moment. She's really not complaining.
"You know what I love about waking up at home." Quinn mumbles against her skin while y/n hums in satisfaction at the feeling of his hands dragging down her body.
"Quinn." Y/n yawns while he smirks pulling her to lie on her back as he slides over her. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you what I like about waking up at home." Quinn declares as she frowns in confusion, her head very much still swimming in the depth of sleep trying to clear it away but Quinn's soft touch is soothing her.
"You like the beard, baby?" Quinn asks as he pauses, now lowered between her thighs. Y/n swallows thickly finally getting over the sleepy confusion as she feels him gently brushing his beard against her inner thigh.
"I love it." Y/n confirms watching him smirk before she bucks her hips a little. "Quinn, I wanna feel it."
"You wanna feel it?" Quinn echoes in a chuckle but he doesn't make her wait any longer or even wait for an answer, mainly because he doesn't want to wait longer either.
Quinn growing out his beard isn't just a case of looking rugged and unkempt and that being a turn on.
The actual feel of the rough beard hair against her skin as his tongue thrusts in and out of her, switching between wiggling into her as deep as he can get and licking laps of her pussy.
Y/n is burning in an inferno of of his attention. It's almost shameful how quickly she comes the first time but Quinn hardly seems to notice, or he's too drunk on the taste of her to care.
He continues diving into her while she begins to feel the aggressive brush of his beard burn against her skin begins to add to her stimulation, a buzzing through her body as he devours her like he's on a mission.
Her second orgasm comes like a string snapping in her stomach, she soaks Quinn's face adding to the friction of his beard against her skin. If she wasn't in such a daze she'd find it in herself to make him stop.
Quinn stops after that, giving her the reprieve and letting her catch her breath as he just holds her and lets her catch her breath.
"How do you wake me up like that just to basically knock me out?" Y/n whines making Quinn chuckle before he kisses her forehead and mumbles he's gonna clean her up.
Y/n hums dozing in and out of sleep before he returns and begins wiping her up but the moment he hits her pussy lips she hisses sitting up and almost throwing herself up the bed away from him.
"What?-What's wrong?" Quinn asks in a panic.
"That just hurt a bit." Y/n mumbles making Quinn frown before he stands up and turns on the big light making her eyes burn and her pull the blanket over herself. "Quinn, what the hell?"
"I need to look. Let me see." Quinn demands though he's squinting a little from the bright light too.
Y/n grumbles but she opens her legs, grimacing at the soreness even from moving her legs from the damp skin.
"Oh baby." Quinn states trying to hold back some laughter.
"What?"
"I think...you might have beard burn."
"You-I what?" Y/n chokes out pushing up on her elbows. "Your beard burned my vagina? Are you kidding me?"
"I'll find some ointment or something. Don't move." Quinn chuckles leaning over to kiss her again.
"No...why does the beard have to come at a cost?-I blame you entirely. It would've been fine if you stopped after one."
"I'll take the blame. I'm sorry, baby. You just taste too good for me to stop with one. You know that." Quinn chuckles before moving to the bathroom. "This has never happened before."
"Your beard isn't usually that long." Y/n shrugs then smiling to herself as she hears Quinn rummage around the bathroom for something to soothe her sore skin. "You know injuries from sex aren't exactly something to be all that upset about. Plus at least we're not in a sex sent me to the ER scenario."
"Not yet. Never say never, baby." Quinn smirks reappearing with a white tube in hand. "This should help. Might have to be careful for chaffing...maybe just walk around naked for a few days."
"I'm not really sure that's legal." Y/n teases earning a eye roll as she feels the cool cream spread around her skin. "You're not even sorry for it."
"No. I'm not really. At least you've got a reminder of me for a bit while I'm on the road." Quinn hums since he has to leave another away game.
"You sound deranged." Y/n mumbles but she's be lying if she said it wasn't a turn on. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"The orgasms and after care?"
Quinn snorts at her bluntness but nods a little.
"No, problem baby. May have to shave if I'm giving you head again when I come back."
"I'm gonna miss the beard though." Y/n pouts since she does love a beard on her boyfriend. She just clearly can't handle it though.
Request from @elliante67 - can you make more like the “mine first” reader x jack Hughes where the reader in Luke’s bsf and reader and jack are dating I lived it sooo much I and I need more lol
Word count: 2.2k
Y/n squeals as she sees Luke waiting for them leaning against his car.
Her return with Jack and Quinn from the Olympics was more exciting than his brothers coming back.
"Lukey! I missed you so much." Y/n grins as he catches her with one arm, still being cautious of his shoulder as he squeezes her while Jack's near constant smile wavers seeing that their time apart has only meant he's going to go from being y/n's constant number one for attention to sharing her again.
"Don't be jealous, Jacky. Y/n just likes me because I actually have teeth that are intact and doesn't whistle when he mouth breaths." Luke grins still holding y/n who tsks pushing at him with a scolding look.
"Be nice. He won the gold for the team." Y/n states moving back to Jack. "And for the record, Luke cried on facetime with me when it happened."
"Aww bro." Quinn teases while y/n pecks Jack's lips.
"Ew. We agreed no PDA." Luke huffs as himself and Quinn put the luggage in the trunk.
"Then don't look, Luke." Jack grumbles making a point to pull her closer, hand squeezing her ass which earns a startled grunt.
"Behave."
"No." Jack murmurs earning a laugh before y/n pulls away only to be yanked back when he loops a finger through her belt loop.
"Hey, don't manhandle my best friend." Luke frowns earning an eye roll from both which only eggs him on. "See my y/n never had this attitude before you, Jack. You're a bad influence on my best friend. I might have to step in and intervene."
Jack and Luke begin bickering as Jack falls for the ragebaiting threat of Luke having any influence of y/n at all.
"Are they always like this?" Quinn questions making her smile a little as they watch the two.
"Not always...if they're in different rooms they're not." Y/n shrugs while Quinn laughs a little. "I thought you being here might subdue them a little. Apparently I was wrong."
The bickering suddenly pauses when Luke catches sight of Quinn next to y/n and Jack, whose find was still latched in her belt look as he used his free hand to poke and point at his younger brother, tightens and pulls her from his older brother.
"Hey, she's my friend. You don't get to come visit and be a pest too." Luke states making y/n sigh and hug into Jack.
"Can we go now? I'm starving."
"Yeah, I've missed my personal chef." Luke jokes looking at Jack who smiles since as much as he dislikes Luke and y/n's friend and the fact Luke will never let him forget that y/n was Luke's friend long before she was Jack's girlfriend.
"I've missed it too. The hotel is good but you are good at making food." Y/n smiles earning what would be a toothless grin if there was a gaping gap.
-
Y/n and Jack are curled up together, finally his post-Olympics PR tour with Quinn, he has more time for her. Outside of the games and practice, he's been very much latched onto her.
"Y/n." Luke whispers then poking her in the ear making her jump and naturally that makes his brother wake up from the jolt on top of him.
"Fuck off, Luke." Jack grunts hugging y/n more closely to himself.
"What is it?" Y/n asks softly with a tired smile as she slowly blinks awake.
"I'm bored. Wanna come out for milkshakes?" Luke offers making y/n gasp and begin to peel herself away from Jack but his grip is iron around her.
"Jack, let go. He's going to buy me a milkshake." Y/n states since for some unknown reason milkshakes are always a weakness for her. Luke knows it's one sure way to get some bestie time in with y/n.
"I'll order you one to the apartment. Don't you dare fucking leave right now."
"It's not the same." Y/n scolds before she bites into his bicep making him hiss.
"Y/n." Jack groans releasing her while Luke smiles in triumph.
"That's my best friend."
"She's my girlfriend."
"You two are going to have to get over this. You realise I live with both of you and you are both a priority to me?" Y/n points out as she picks up Jack's hoodie from the back of the sofa which makes him smile. "I'm going to get milkshakes with him. Do you want one?"
"Yes. Actually I think I'll come with you."
"You weren't invited." Luke deadpans before wincing when y/n elbows him in the ribs, which with their height difference is more just under the ribs. "Ow."
"I'm going to get the two of you one of those this is our get along t-shirts." Y/n declares earning eye rolls from the two. "Sometimes you're more alike than I want to admit."
"I knew you were only dating my brother because you secretly loved me but knew I'd never give you a chance." Luke smirks which provokes a glare from his brother. "Never forget, Jacky. She loved me first."
"You fuck-"
"Hey, we've been over this." Y/n states stepping between them her back to Luke and her hand coming out to Jack's chest before she distracts him with a peck on the lips. "I love him. I'm in love with you. It's different types of love."
"Yeah. First love vs settled for love." Luke grins making Jack finally lose his temper and growl rushing around y/n who surrenders her mediator position. "Y/n! Stop him!"
"You did that to yourself." Y/n calls back hearing the two running around and despite the height difference when she hears the thud and cry out for help, she's not surprised to find Jack has Luke flat on the ground, sitting on his back. "I'm not explaining to your trainers that you injured Luke because he ragebaited you. I'm also not explaining you got injured because you couldn't cope with Jack, my boyfriend, getting my attention."
They both look up to find y/n sighing down at them with her arms crossed and a brow raised.
"Jack, get off him. He promised me milkshakes." Y/n declares since she really won't let anything get between her and a milkshake. "We'll bring you something back. Luke get up and get some shoes on if you're intending to actually follow through and be a good friend."
"I'm your best friend. Best because there's no one better than me in your life."
"Stop provoking him." Y/n scolds with a smile shaking her head before Luke takes off to find some shoes as she turns back to Jack and loops her arms around his neck. "What can I offer for you to stop looking so pouty?"
"Wait 20 minutes and leave with my cum leaking out of you."
"Jack Hughes!" Y/n gasps but she is pressed into the wall with his mouth latched onto her own and his hips pressing to her own.
"I'm better company than him and orgasms beat milkshakes."
Y/n takes a breath and he knows she's about to taunt him so he silences her with another kiss.
"Hey! She wants milkshake in her mouth, not you." Luke exclaims reappearing which makes y/n smile into the kiss, her chest shaking as she laughs before Jack turns his head.
"You wanna know the last milky thing she had in her mouth-"
"You're disgusting." Luke gags while Jack smirks in triumph while y/n groans hiding her face in Jack's chest. "Y/n, tell me he's wrong."
"Can we just get the milkshakes?"
"Y/n y/l/n! You tell me he's lying right now."
"Let's go before it closes." Y/n insists while Luke gags and continues his dramatic disgust. "You just had to turn it into that."
"He should probably not sit on the sofa ever again if that's his reaction to knowing you've given me head." Jack whispers continuing to smirk.
-
Luke was y/n's comfort person for so long. They were a duo who just did everything together.
Jack and Quinn have often been closer with each other than to Luke, even wit Luke and Jack living together and on the same team. So y/n was always a bit of a substitute sibling for him. She balanced him out.
"You know he's just going to keep staring." Luke points out as y/n sits across from him at the bar for the Sweep The Deck gala the team has every year.
"I told him that you get me for half the night. Plus I know you've been feeling left out recently and I'm not going to do that to you." Y/n smiles softly as Luke slides her drink along to her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Thank you for making time for me." Luke mumbles a little flushed at her attention to the fact she knows he's been feeling left out. "You sure I can't talk you out of being with him?"
"No...It's love." Y/n smiles sadly. "But you're my best friend and I'll always make time for you. Plus I had to be with one of your brothers, how else could we become family? I know you would only agree to marry me for tax purposes."
"That's true." Luke nods since he might wind Jack up by fighting for y/n's attention but it truly is a brother-sister type of bond between y/n and Luke. It'd be like him crushing on one of his own brothers. Though he does maybe instigate some jealousy from Jack by suggesting y/n loves him more and loved him first which is something a sibling wouldn't really do. "I think I aid your relationship though."
"Yeah, constantly triggering Jack's jealousy is so generous of you." Y/n comments sarcastically.
"Incoming. Guess my time is up." Luke smirks nodding over y/n's shoulder but she doesn't bother to turn smiling when she feels the heat of her boyfriend's body radiate.
"Can I have my turn with my girlfriend now?" Jack asks making Luke frown and pull y/n off her chair towards himself making her stumble a little with a laugh.
"No. It's my turn with my best friend. Who has been my best friend for over 2 decades and your girlfriend for less than a year." Luke states while y/n looks at him knowing he was fully ready to hand her over for Jack to get time with her for the night. But Jack just had to have an attitude.
"You done?" Y/n asks making Luke nod then to make his point he leans in and kisses her cheek.
Jack manages to laugh it off while dragging y/n over to him as Luke decides he's going to go find some of their teammates to pester.
"You know he just does it to get under his skin and the more you let it work the happier he is with himself." Y/n smiles before hugging around his waist. "You two aren't really letting me get between you, are you? It's not like...causing problems."
Y/n hates the idea of this playful rivalry of her best friend vs her boyfriend who just so happen to be brothers being something that actually results in upset or a rift between them and she would end things with Jack if that was the case and they both know it.
"No, we're all good. Even if he's a bit of a dick." Jack smiles then kissing her nose. "I know how much you care about us both. But I'll never love sharing you with him...I didn't like sharing him with you before we dated either though."
"You should spend more time with him. Not just hockey stuff." Y/n states as she raises her hand to fix his hair. "I think he probably tries to get both our attention more than anything."
Jack hums knowing she's not wrong. Before they started dating him and Luke still spent a lot of time just doing brotherly things but now Luke mainly third wheels or Jack is left as the extra when y/n and Luke are doing something.
"I love you." Y/n smiles earning a beaming grin.
"I love you too."
"Aww I love you guys too." Luke grins throwing himself on them before kissing them both on the forehead while y/n blinks in shock, she knows he'd been drinking when they sat together but it seems to have hit him all at once.
"Babysitting duties may be needed." Y/n smiles squeezing Jack a little while he sighs knowing that actually Luke is the funniest drunk and easiest to handle. He gets a little clingy and soppy, especially when talking to Jack about how much he appreciates him and with y/n he is either mildly bullying her or getting her that she gives the best cuddles.
Once he just picked them both up in a hug and refused to put them down. Alarmingly strong when he's got alcohol in his system.
Request from @sassytrailnymph - Could I request where lando is having protective sex with his girlfriend, and in the middle of having sex, he convinces his girlfriend to remove the condom and spills in her for the first time
Themes/warnings: Smut (protected then not - seriously though wrap it and keep it wrapped unless you're really trying then...good luck ig?)
Word count: 1.1k
Lando is big on protection when it comes to sex. But it's y/n who insisted on condoms and he thought it would just be till she was comfortable, but somehow 2 months into daily sex, usually more than once a day. Lando's putting more money into condoms than anything else right now.
He can't help but want to remove that barrier.
He wants to feel her, he wants nothing between them and while it's never mattered to him before. For some reason the thought of filling her with his cum and watch it leak out of her.
That thought unlocks some sort of feral animal in him that's been dormant.
He can't help it.
And now he's rolling yet another condom down his length, lust-filled eyes gliding over to y/n where she's lying, swollen lips, hickeys across her chest. He's already got her in a heat.
Admittedly teasing her the whole dinner and whispering filth in her ear at every opportunity got her exactly as riled up as he was aiming for.
"Ready for me baby?" Lando asks already knowing the answer, he can see her dripping in a wet patch on the sheets.
He loves when she gets too needy to form words that are anything less than begging. Her whimper and positioning herself from kneeling on her knees to dropping back onto her back with her legs spread, a true offering of herself open to him.
"Oh baby." Lando chuckles moving over her, not wasting time with anymore foreplay. He slides into her with only the tightness of him not having been inside her in the past 12 hours enveloping him as a form of making it harder to fuck her.
Their moans fill the air and Lando pulls her towards himself, his thrusts getting deeper and harder. Y/n moans and whines at him, his name reverbing off the walls before he whispers more filth into her ear. Promises of wrecking her, making her scream, leaving a permanent mark in her.
He builds himself up just as much as she does.
"Baby, I want to feel you. Properly." Lando states making her look at him, eyes already teary from the stimulation. "Fuck. Baby, I need to feel you. Let me take it off. It'll feel so good. So so good."
Y/n whines bucking her hips into his, one hand moving from gripping the sheets to his bicep and for a moment he thinks that's her stopping him from daring to take it off.
"Please. I wanna feel you." Y/n whimpers, nails cutting into his skin. Her actions betraying her words.
"You'll love this, baby." Lando promises, leaning down, kissing her neck as he slips out of her.
"Lando." Y/n huffs from the loss as he reaches down almost grimacing from the speed he pulls the condom off and tosses it aside without thought. He'll pick it up later.
He takes a couple heavy breaths, excitement of this moment making the air prickle with electricity that makes her breath hitch before he slides back into her, and while he's aware that it's more about what he feels that what she feels. But y/n shudders at the feeling.
Y/n can feel more of him, the veins, every ridge of his dick no longer smoothed by latex brushing through her walls making her moan, bearing down to try and feel more of him.
"Fuck. You feel incredible, baby. How have I waited this long?" Lando grunts not feeling like any word describes how y/n feels wrapped around him. "You were made for me. This pussy was made for me."
Y/n twitches around him, her orgasm nearing more.
"You going to let me fill you up, baby? Going to let me make you mine once and for all? No going back after this." Lando states since he's pretty sure hitting it raw is an addiction.
It's like heroin, one hit and he's already hooked on the feeling. He'll chase this high for the rest of his life and he'll keep getting his hits every time she lets him feel her pussy around him.
Y/n's orgasm hits with no more warning than that first twitch, she yanks him down onto her legs wrapping around him like she can't get enough of him. Lando spills into her without any control.
He actually gets dizzy feeling like he's never came so hard or so much in his life.
"Lando?" Y/n whispers making Lando blink a time. "Are you with me?"
"I think I might've died in your pussy and gone to heaven." Lando croaks then frowning. "Did I pass out?"
"Yeah...a bit." Y/n laughs then gently pushing back his sweaty head, her own face glittering with her. "I'll take it as a compliment...Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. I think I might just put blood into you from how hard I came."
"That's ok." Y/n giggles before kissing him. "We can stay like this a bit longer."
"Baby, we can stay like this forever. I'll quit F1 for good if you let me live with you pussy like this around me."
"I think we might wither away and die if I do that. We have to eat...and I'll have to pee at some point-and so will you. Cumming inside is one thing, if you piss in me I'll chop your dick off." Y/n warns playfully, though he thinks that she'd fully follow through on it. Her giggling with his dick still inside her short circuits his head though and he has to hide his face in her neck, shuddering as pleasure ripples through him.
"Fuck, baby. Don't do that unless you really want to kill me." Lando groans rutting into her despite being soft at this point and feeling her leaking out around him. "I'm going to clean you up. I promise. Just give me a bit more time."
"Take as long as you need. I'm enjoying this."
"Good. Because I'm burning any condoms in the vicinity. Never fucking you any other way but raw from here forward." Lando declares earning a smile as y/n sucks in a breath and holds him close. "I think your pussy has just changed my life in a way I didn't know what possible."
"You're welcome. If I knew it'd be so easy I never would've have you wear a condom in the first place."
She would've but he's too spent to argue and now he's taken off the condom, he is just grateful they both enjoyed the experience. Though he might need to make sure he's ok. Passing out after sex might not be the best sign of something.
Dark fic + - Minors DNI- if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS
Request from @theypullmebymyhair - dark! fic where Y/N is in a pyschosis/schizophrenic episode and one of the hughes brothers who has a big big big crush on her take this as an oppurtunity to kiss her/get in her pants. being all condescending saying that this will help her etc etc. do this for the schizo girlies por favor
Themes:/warnings: Smut (dub/non con due to reader in manic state), coercion, manipulation, power imbalance, use of sedatives
Word count: 2.4k
Quinn never thought much of y/n when they were kids. He just always thought she was a bit of a pest. Much more Jack's friend than his.
But then something shifted in her teen years, and he overheard his parents discussing how y/n had been acting out of character. Then the next summer when he briefly asked if there'd been anything else happening with her.
"Oh did I not tell you boys?" Ellen asks in a morbid tone but secretly loving the fact she has information to gossip. "She's been diagnosed with something. Her mom wouldn't say what exactly but she's dosed up these days. Can't be left unsupervised most of the time."
That shouldn't have got Quinn's blood pumping the way it did. His own body and mind working in understanding that he's got an attraction to a woman who can't be trusted on her own. Who needs someone who take care of her and possibility can't even trust herself to know what's real and what's not.
Y/n is now on a treatment plan that works, her medication and dosage allowing her to have regained the trust that she'd lost in her lack of control and grasp on reality.
Safe to say Quinn was mildly annoyed at that development but he could hardly do anything about it. Especially when he only sees y/n in the summer when he's at the lake house.
But then again, y/n's condition is nothing if not unpredictable.
"Quinn?" Y/n's mom's voice mumbles through the phone as he answers.
"Hey, y/m/n. What's up?"
"I hate to ask this. Y/n isn't answering her phone. We left her to come to Europe for the summer. She seemed fine but we left her on the promise she'd call every morning and text us every night. But she's been silent for nearly 24 hours. Do you think you could go over and check on her? I-If she's unwell, call an ambulance. It's the first time we've left her for an extended period of time. I-"
"I'll go check on her and text you." Quinn states making her thank him several times, telling him where the spare key is if the door isn't unlocked before he hangs up and smirks a little.
Y/n is a well trained machine on her medication. But if she's not taken it, went just a little too long between doses and let her paranoia slither into the crevices of her brain and plant themselves in her thoughts. She's rogue.
His brothers were out partying last night so he's not concerned about them catching him.
He heads over to their neighbours house, frowning when he finds the door unlocked but stepping in swiftly and closing it behind him.
"Y/n? Are you in here?" Quinn calls out hearing shifting that sounds a bit like she jumped. But the noise echos and he can't locate it. "It's Quinn...Hughes, from next door. Your parents asked me to come make sure you're ok."
"Q-Quinn?" Y/n hiccups but he can't hear her making any attempt to move, though he begins to follow the direction he's sure she's in.
"I'm here. Where are you? I'm here to help." Quinn states before walking into the guest bathroom of the house and finding her sitting in the bottom of the tub, soaked to the skin, arms wrapped around her knees and eyes wild looking. She's not in there. That placid, calm and controlled version of herself thanks to medication nowhere in sight. "Y/n? Why are you wet?"
"I tried to swim-I tried to swim away. They don't want me to swim but I tried to swim. Can we go swimming Quinn? You'll come swimming with me." Y/n rambles, the manic look in her eye brightening as the idea of him swimming with her grips her thoughts.
Part of Quinn wants to curse at the fact she tried to swim in a lake that could and has easily killed people from currents.
Hopefully she kept to the shore and shallower water.
It's cruel and immoral to feel himself getting hard at the sight of her so vulnerable. So...easy to manipulate.
"It's a bit early for a swim in the lake. Maybe we should get your medicine."
"No. It makes me sick, Quinn. The doctors make me sick. They don't care, they don't understand."
"No. They don't understand. But I do. Do you trust me? I'm your friend not a doctor." Quinn states softly as he crouches by the tub and tucks her damp strands of hair behind her ear. "I have a different medicine that can help."
Y/n wavers, because in truth she doesn't know Quinn well enough to trust him at all. But for now she doesn't need to know that.
"I have medicine that's much better. None of that nasty stuff from the doctor." Quinn states making her swallow thickly as he stands up from the side and offers his hand out to her.
Y/n stares at his hand for what feels like a full minute before her wet hand finally reaches out, trembling as she slides her hand into his own and stands up on shaky legs.
"That's it, good girl." Quinn praises while she swallows thickly sitting on the edge of the tub before swinging her legs around and standing up.
"What's the special medication?" Y/n asks as he leads them upstairs.
"You wait and see." Quinn states, flexing his free had to avoid adjusting his shorts which are tented and he's already bursting for the relief of what his mind has thought up.
He navigates them to her bedroom which was clearly a victim of her self-induced destruction. The fleeting thought of just how long she might've gone without her meds does cross his mind but he shakes it off, turning to her and pulling off the soaked clothes.
"W-What are you doing?" Y/n stutters making him refrain from smirking.
"You can't wear clothes for my medicine. Think, y/n." Quinn tsks making her wince a little at his voice taking a harsher tone. His hand holds her waist to push her to the bed. "You need to take my medicine."
"O-Ok." Y/n whimpers with a nod trying to curl up into the same balled up position he found her in in the tub.
"No. Lie back and spread your legs, this is a special kind of medicine. It works better than the other stuff."
Should he be feeling guilty? The fear in her eyes, but there's lingering trust. She believes what he's saying, she's just scared of it.
Y/n swallows thickly as she watches his eyes assess her.
"On your stomach, chest down, ass up." Quinn instructs making her lips pout, trembling as she hesitates and he loses his patience, shorts already straining against his length. He's waited long enough and now he's been presented with an opportunity that he can't possibly deny himself.
"But-"
"Y/n, you're not well. They've been feeding you nasty pills and I'm going to make it all better but you have to do as I say." Quinn lies, his anger making it completely believable too. "Do you want them to keep making you sick?"
Y/n practically scrambles in a rush of moving her limbs as she positions herself exactly as he instructed, white knuckled as she grips the throw of her unmade bed and Quinn pushes his shorts off. The thrill of him finally getting what he wants.
Exactly this. Y/n so vulnerable that she has no choice but to bend to his whim while he takes advantage of her.
She's glisteningly wet, either turned on or her body is naturally so responsive that it knows what's happening even if her mind doesn't. His fingers reach forward brushing against her pussy making her body jolt forward.
"Quinn-"
"This medicine has to be administered a special way, baby." Quinn states, his voice so gravelly he hardly even recognises himself. "Say you understand, y/n."
"I understand." Y/n murmurs as her grip on the throw tightens so much that it creaks under her hands, she's probably cut through the material and her nails are pushing into her palms.
Quinn doesn't care though his mind is set on one thing. Maybe he's as sick as she is but in a different way. Not that that thought is about to stop his next move, he leans down, thumbs spreading her pussy to give him the access he wants before he licks a strip of her, from her clit to her hole, dipping his tongue into her for more of a taste.
He groans at the taste of her, the overwhelming urge to plunge into her practically winds him and while a taste was good. Her pussy wrapped around his dick is about to be a dream come true.
"You ready, baby? For your special medicine. It'll make you feel so much better." Quinn states tone on the verge of mocking while y/n shifts away feeling the tip of his dick at her entrance but he grabs onto her hips. "Don't."
Y/n whines practically driving him to the same brink of insanity she's tossed herself into. Her body is completely beyond her control and he's taking full advantage of that fact.
Dragging his tip up and down as he teases her, slipping as her wetness increases. Even just the light pressure, he can feel her throbbing pulse.
"Stay still, this might hurt a little." Quinn warns, not wanting her to move away and as he finally slides into her, not stopping till her body resists him purely from being maxed out for capacity, she tries to move away but he chases then yanking her back forcing more of himself in than she can really hold.
"Q-Quinn."
"Feeling good is part of the medicine. But it has to hurt before it feels good. Like injections, it hurts but it makes you healthier." Quinn states then groaning as he withdraws from her feeling her clench from the loss. She wants this, even if she's scared of him for it.
That explanation seems to sate her, she relaxes and he slips further into her with her body accepting his intrusion more willingly.
"Good girl." Quinn soothes beginning to pick up his pace, losing himself to his own urges. "Fuck. You feel so good."
Admittedly, Quinn cares less about her pleasure and more about his own but when he pokes a spot that she's clearly unfamiliar with being touched, he groans louder at the feeling of her tensing around him.
"Quinn." Y/n moans practically unlocking something feral in him.
His body lurches over her as he grips the nape of her neck, pressing his weight on her as she groans from the pressure, wiggling as if she can escape his hold. He begins pounding into her, repeatedly hitting her g-spot as more moans spill out of her.
"You feeling good baby? You feeling better? That's my medicine working. That's why you feel better."
Y/n is incoherent. Whatever she is, better is not a word anyone but Quinn would choose to use as a description for her physical or mental state right now.
He wants to force her mind to find itself, to find words but honestly he doesn't care that much. He wants to fill her up and convince her that his cum is a medicine that helps. Maybe he could keep her trapped. Or put her on her medication just when her family want to see her.
There's endless options. But she'll be his. This isn't a one time thing.
She's fair game. Easy game. So malleable.
His free hand reaches under y/n, beginning to toy with her clit which apparently sends her over the edge in the most addictive way possible as she sprays his hand with her juices. Her pussy tightening and twitching around him so much that he almost feels like he's going to hurt himself if he keeps thrusting into her so hard. But he can't stop himself.
Her orgasm rides out for so long he's not sure if she's still going or in a form of shock. But by the time he spills into her, he keeps thrusting and rutting into her as his cum fills her so much it it spills out around him.
Despite himself he manages to keep himself together enough to lean forward, hearing her whimper as more of his weight presses into her neck under him.
"That's your first dose."
Even he can hear the menace in his voice before he feels her shuddering underneath him.
He remains planted in her for so long that he gets hard again before beginning to give her another dose which earns the same results. Her compliance to her new medicine and orgasms which seems to confuse her conflicted and clouded mind.
She's still manic, but there's something about her that tells him she's in there. Her conscience behind her eyes trying to get back to her physical being. Blocked by her mental illness that's consuming her as much as Quinn is.
Eventually he's pulled out of her and while he knows good aftercare would be to clean up the mess of his cum spilling out of her. He doesn't want to.
So he just gets her some water with some advil, manages to find the sedatives that they use to knock her out in her episodes and tucked her into bed.
"Will the medicine work?" Y/n asks, voice light as she drifts a little, trying to fight the grip of artificial sleep.
"You'll need to stay with me so I can keep giving it to you. But yes. It will work." He'll do whatever he has to to convince not just y/n but everyone who poses a threat of getting in his way that he's what's best for y/n.
He sits in the bed, taking a picture and sending it to her mom.
She was a little out of it, but she's fine. Was just hungry and tired. I'll take care of her.
Her mom is elated to hear that y/n is ok and there's no need to panic or cut the trip short. Y/n will be safe in Quinn's hands. What reason has he given them to not trust him?
He play them all in the palm of his hand and y/n will be his to use and keep as he pleases.
