#brocedes smut

[orgasming-caterpillar]

And It's Too Cold//It's Too Cold

Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg | Angst | Smut | 1695 words | on ao3 | in Google Docs

Songfic Based On: Sweater Weather, The NBHF

Nico was in the cooldown room when it happened. Towel in hand, he was wiping the cold droplets trickling down his torso when Lewis burst open the door. (They didn't even use the cooldown room at the same time anymore.)

“Nico.”

The name left his teammate's mouth for the first time in weeks. Nico's throat didn't have to tighten like that— he wasn't going to speak anyway.

“I need to talk to you,” Lewis said, something desperate in his voice that Nico wasn't sure was real.

All I am is a man

Nico’s words were careful, deliberately stern. “What do you want, Lewis?”

I want the world in my hands

“To talk to you- about the race.” Abu Dhabi. 2016. “You won. Congratulations. I still won the championship.”

That seemed to snap something inside Lewis. In a swift motion, he lunged at Nico. But his childhood friend was much too familiar with his tactics, he knew about his speedy attacks and had swift reflexes to match. All those teenage years spent wrestling on hotel beds weren't for nothing.

“I don't fucking care!” Lewis shouted, his collar grasped in Nico's hands, Nico pushed all up against the wall. “I don't fucking care that I won the race!”

“You seemed to care a fuck lot about it on the track, mate,” Nico spat.

Lewis jerked his shoulders, hitting his head on the wall in the process. “Why can't you see, Nico?! Why can't you understand? I can't take this anymore.”

I hate the beach

But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

“Take what, Lewis? Because all I've been doing this year is take and take and fucking take. You haven't taken shit compared to what you've put me through.” His eyes were burning now. He needed Lewis out of here.

“I can't take this— you pretending I don't exist. I will take the accidents and the crashes and the goddamn fistfights, but I can't,” —his voice broke, eyes welling up, and Nico had the urge to wipe them before any tears fell— “I can't take this, Nico.”

Use the sleeves of my sweater

“You really think you're the only one suffering? How self centred, how typical of you, Lewis.”

Let's have an adventure

“...What?”

“You think this doesn't hurt me? this non stop fighting and competition, and never making up? Open your fucking eyes. I don't like this any more than you do.”

Lewis' hands dropped from his shoulders, chest heaving. The air between them was electric, too dangerous to breathe in.

Head in the clouds but my gravity centered

“Then why do you do it?” It was the smallest voice Nico had ever heard.

Because it's better than admitting the truth. Because it has less consequences than saying 'I love you.' “Because you started it.”

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

Dark eyes trailed from his wet hair to the damn skin of his torso, not in a lewd way, but like a man recalling all that he has to lose. When he looked back up, there was a hope in his eyes that Nico couldn't bear looking at. “And will you stop if I stop?”

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

This was a terrible idea from the beginning. The Karting, the trip to Greece, the ride-or-die friendship, all of it— terrible.

Oh, she knows what I think about

“Stop fucking thinking so much, Nico, it can't get worse than this.”

It really couldn't.

And what I think about

The answer came in the form of a desperate hand grabbing the back of Lewis’ head to bring him closer.

It was a gunshot, the way their lips met each other's. It was the sweet shock of love after a lifetime of yearning. It was like their first sip of too-strong whiskey at fourteen, knowing they've crossed a line they can never go back to.

One love, two mouths

Lewis’ surprise melted into eagerness in a split second. Nico tilted his head and grabbed his bicep. Lewis had grabbed Nico's face with both hands like he was something dear and precious.

It really was a terrible idea, and nothing could ever fix it; but if they were going to burn they'd go down singing in the flames.

One love, one house

“Take off your shirt,” he grunted. Lewis obeyed.

Smooth brown skin burned under Nico's freezing palms. He grabbed a handful of the pecs, moaning into the kiss.

No shirt, no blouse

“Is this—” Lewis pushed him away. God give him dignity, Nico almost whined. “Is this a confession thing? Or a goodbye thing? Because I have no idea what I'll do with a goodbye fuck.”

Just us, you find out

Nico had no idea either. He didn't want to leave Lewis. But for now, the only thing on his mind was the throbbing heart under his hand. They were here. ‘Leaving’ seemed like something out of a hazy dream. “I don't know.”

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

Lewis had this look on his face— like he wanted to run away but his feet wouldn't take him. Nico wanted to tell him that there was nothing he could have done to change anything. There was nothing that could have ended up with them anywhere other than where they are. He didn't say anything.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Do you really? Or is this another game?” Yes, Nico wanted to yell. He knew what Hamilton was asking. 'Do you really love me?’ and he wanted to yell, Yes, yes, yes. I do love you. I do. I'm sorry. All he could do was nod.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Lewis put a hand on his cheek, kissing him again. Only this time it was so much more gentle, yet hurt so much more. Somewhere in his subconscious Lewis seemed to have realised that this was probably the first and last time they will ever do this; and he did it like he wanted to remember.

And if I may just take your breath away

There was so much Nico wanted to say, and he couldn't say any of it. He wanted to scream.

We will never be the same again, he wanted to say. I will never love another like you. A moan. You've destroyed all that I was. A sigh. Do not destroy what I am. Hands caressed his body, so soft it was painful. Build me a pyre, and I'll still whisper your name as I burn. A prayer. I love y—

“How do you want this?” Lewis whispered, hands working him out of his pants.

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Nico grabbed his shoulders, using the stability of Lewis’ hands on his thighs to wrap his legs around his waist. He relished in the way Lewis groaned, he would never hear it ever again.

Sometimes the silence guides a mind

To move to a place so far away

Lewis was gentle, so gentle. They both loved like an ocean. With Nico it was a tsunami; desire coursing through his veins as he groped, wrecked, swallowed everything that came in his way. And with Lewis it was this; sweet, gentle and relentless like moonlit waves in the darkest hours of the night. What choice did either have but to drown?

The goosebumps start to raise

“More,” he whimpered, arching his back against the wall. The soft gaze with which Lewis was watching him was more violent than any fistfight they've ever had.

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah

It hurt— even with how tender Lewis was being. Maybe more so because of that. He harshened the pace at Nico's request, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Their hearts beat in sync, thudding against the ribcages pressed together.

These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for

Strangling begins with holding. Cannibalism begins with a kiss. They both bring grief and hurt and madness; what is love if not just tender violence?

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

He reached the peak of his pleasure first, spilling onto their abdomens. Lewis followed right after.

Coming down

One love, two mouths

They stayed like that for a while; chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, hearts broken like the promises they made at fourteen.

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

“Don't leave me, Nico.”

Just us, you find out

Why do you speak to me and why do I try to understand? he thought. We no longer speak the same language.

Not a word was uttered.

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

“We can fix this.” That damned hope.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Put me down,” was what Nico chose to say. Lewis did, searching his face desperately for an answer.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Nico picked his pants off the floor, pulling them on without another word. Lewis spared them both the pain and stayed silent as well.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

He was wiping his torso with a spare towel when Lewis finally spoke.

“You promised, Nico.”

Nico looked at him, no longer caring about the wet streaks on his cheeks. “We made a lot of stupid promises.”

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“You said we'd race together. Forever. You said you wouldn't race without me. Then why should I?”

Wasn't forever such a sweet lie? It wasn't nearly as long as people thought it was.

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“I'm leaving racing for good, Lewis.”

And it's too cold, it's too cold

Lewis was silent for what seemed like hours. “I love you.”

With a single whispered phrase, Nico shut the door behind him. “It'll pass.”

The holes of my sweater…

[muldj0rd]

I want to taste her lips, yeah, ‘cause they taste like you || Brocedes

Summary: Lewis has spent years looking at Nico and Vivian having the perfect relationship. Lewis had spent years looking at them kissing, wishing it was him in Vivian's body. Lewis had spent years hearing Nico's name being moaned from the hotel room beside his, wishing it was his throat they came from

Warnings: Cheating, angst, talk about Lewis getting kicked out as a teenager, coming out, anal, anal fingering, top Nico, bottom Lewis

Masterlist || AO3

'Never found the right one' 'Focusing on racing' 'Commitment issues' 'No good at relationships'. All the things Lewis said when he was asked about any romantic partners

'I want to kiss my best friend's wife's lips because they taste like him' Is the words he never said but the words he meant

Lewis has spent years looking at Nico and Vivian having the perfect relationship. Lewis had spent years looking at them kissing, wishing it was him in Vivian's body. Lewis had spent years hearing Nico's name being moaned from the hotel room beside his, wishing it was his throat they came from

It had become sickening lately.

"How's your new neighbour?" Vivian asked as she poured some food for Lewis as they sat in her and Nico's apartment

Lewis knew what Vivian was hinting at "Oh, um... She's nice. Quite lovely" Lewis nodded softly, putting some food into his mouth.

Nico noticed the change. Everything from the change in his shoulders and the hitch in his breathing

"Not your type?" Vivian chuckled softly, not noticing how her husband was looking confused at his best friend

"No" He shook his head slightly "She's too... French" He chuckled softly "She's pretty 'n stuff, but..." He shrugged slightly, taking a sip of the water in his glass, his throat feeling dry at the stare he got from Nico

Nico noticed this too. Lewis always distracted himself from stares he felt uncomfortable with

---

Lewis sat on the kitchen counter, watching as Nico cleaned the dishes from dinner that he had insisted Lewis didn't need to help with. Vivian had to run to the store to get something for the dessert.

Nico talked... A lot, but Lewis couldn't stop thinking about how the two Germans had kissed before Vivian left.

"You like someone" Nico sighed, turning off the faucet, and drying his hands softly.

Lewis only answered when Nico kicked his foot softly "What makes you think that?" He chocked out, furrowing his brows together

"You act like you did back before you were dating Nicole" Nico chuckled, leaning back against the sink, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lewis nodded softly, looking into the floor, refusing to look at Nico

"What? You're too much of a chicken to ask her out?" Nico chuckled softly "Doesn't seem like you"

"They're married" Lewis mumbled, not correcting Nico on the gender

He never told Nico about his sexuality. He was too afraid to. His dad kicked him out at 16 when he told him... He spent a week at his mother's place, having no contact with his father until Anthony realised he needed the money Lewis was winning. He was afraid Nico would do the same

"How long?" Nico asked curious- Like it was going to make a difference

"Only a year, but they've been together for a lot longer" He explained with a sigh

"Okay. Kids?" Lewis shook his head softly "Marital problems?" Lewis shook his head slightly again "How long have you known her?"

Her. He felt sick just at the thought of it being a her "Almost my whole life" He cleared his throat softly.

"Do I know her?" Lewis didn't answer. Not even a slight shrug or a twitch of his head. Nico sighed softly at Lewis's silence "Maybe you should just tell her, and see what happens"

Lewis scoffed softly "Nico, he's married-" "He?" Lewis stopped breathing. His heart was in his throat, pounding out of his body.

"Lew, why didn't you tell me?" Nico asked softly. Lewis still didn't answer- he couldn't get himself to breathe "That's why your father kicked you out" Nico realised, saying the words with a sigh "And you were afraid I'd do the same" Lewis nodded softly, allowing himself to breathe again.

"Man, I don't hate you. I don't care who you like. You're still my best friend" Friend. Nico couldn't bare the silence in his kitchen "I liked a boy once when we were younger" Lewis came out, why couldn't Nico do it as well? Two flies with one hit

"You did?" Lewis asked softly, almost in a whisper "Why didn't you tell me?" It drew a chuckle out of both of them

"It was before Vivian and I started dating, but we were still friends. I told her, but she convinced me I was just fond of him" He chuckled, taking a few steps closer to the Brit, now leaning against the counter beside Lewis' body "Grew up and realised I wasn't just fond of him" He chuckled softly.

There was silence again.

"Lewis, who is he?" Nico asked a little more serious now, walking to stand in front of him. Lewis looked away, but Nico turned his head back by his chin, a whimper almost escaping Lewis' lips.

Nico wasn't sure, but he think he got the message right just by the look in Lewis' eyes. Nico leaned in, so slow that Lewis could pull away at any given moment if he was wrong.

He didn't pull back. He grabbed Nico by the waist, drawing him in quicker, a yelp escaping him by the surprise of it, but he kissed back immediately.

One of Nico's hands was placed beside Lewis's hip, the other softly holding his jaw. Lewis spread his legs, one hand on Nico's waist, the other in his hair, drawing him closer, the kiss getting more heated.

Lewis was so engaged in the kiss and the feeling of Nico's lips that he didn't hear the front door open- Thankfully did Nico, pushing himself away from Lewis to go greet his wife. With a kiss of course. Nico would always go back. He'd always go back to his wife.

---

Dessert was awkwardly silent between the two "What happened while I was gone? You're suddenly so quiet" Vivian chuckled, the two men shifting slightly in their seats, their dessert barely touched.

"Just tired, Schatz" Nico leaned in, kissing his wife on the cheek. It can never happen again. It was a mistake. Actions spoke louder than words.

Lewis was quick to leave after dessert, his own barely touched. He was afraid if he stayed any longer that he'd say or do something stupid that he couldn't explain later.

---

Lewis was not new to insomnia. He was used to the sleepless nights. This one was different though. He had kissed Nico. He had kissed his best friend, and their friendship was most likely ruined by now.

He wondered if Nico was a wake as well. He probably wasn't. He had probably fucked Vivian so good they were both passed out by midnight.

Nico had probably fucked Vivian so good to make himself forget everything that happened in the kitchen. It made Lewis think- could Nico be in the kitchen again without thinking of Lewis?

Maybe he'd fuck Vivian there too, deleting every memory of Lewis in there. Maybe Nico had fucked her against the very same spot Lewis was sitting when they kissed.

Nico wasn't asleep

Sure, he had fucked Vivian to try and forget- hoping it'd make his mind forget itself. He wasn't tired though. He couldn't sleep with the thoughts of Lewis in his mind.

It wasn't happy memories replaying in his head when he said he thought about Lewis at night- It was the kind of thoughts he shouldn't have with Vivian lying on his chest, their bodies interlocked, the only piece of clothing covering her body beside panties being one of his t-shirts.

Is Lewis sleeping in the shirt Nico gave him? Nico asked himself, his eyes closed. He liked the thought- the thought of Lewis sleeping in a shirt Nico gave him that he didn't want anymore.

He liked it too much. Evidently too much. All his blood had gone south at the thought of Lewis in his clothing. The thought of fucking Lewis in his clothing

Fuck- he shouldn't. His wife laying on his chest while thinking of fucking his best friend while he's wearing his clothes.

Nico probably had to go to the Vatican City if he could- get a cleansing or some shit. Drown himself in holy water.

He can't ignore his boner. He's beyond hard. He should've done something about it 5 minutes ago- he should've stopped thinking about Lewis like that 5 minutes ago- he shouldn't have thought about him like that at all.

He had two options. Take care of it, or ask Lewis if he is still awake. Option one is the right thing.

Nico You awake?

Option two is what his mind chose

Lewis Yes

It was difficult to get Vivian off of his chest without waking her up, but he managed. He couldn't think of anything else but Lewis as he walked down the few stairs of the stairwell.

He knocked softly on the door, his hand shaking slightly. Lewis barely managed to get the door open before Nico pushed the door further open, walking into the apartment.

Nico closed the door behind him with his foot, pushing Lewis up against the hallway table, one hand on the Brit's waist, the other on his jaw.

Lewis yelped softly at the suddenness and the small pain in his back as he got pushed against the small table. As soon as Nico heard the small yelp, he leaned in and kissed Lewis passionately.

Lewis drew Nico closer, causing the blond to moan slightly into his mouth as his crotch was pressed up against Lewis' thigh "Was Vivian to no help?" Lewis chuckled softly

"She was- Is asleep" Nico panted softly against Lewis's lips

"So I was the next best thing?" Lewis meant it as a joke, but he really was hurt that he would always be the second choice

"Don't say that?" Nico said, leaning away from the kiss, his lips wet from both of their shared spit "You have always been and will always be my first choice" He panted slightly

"You got married. She's your first choice" Lewis yelped softly when Nico pulled him away from the small table and guided him into the bedroom, his lips back on his

Nico softly pushed Lewis onto his bed, getting in between his legs, and forcing them open. Lewis's hands went to the hem of his shirt, but Nico wrapped his hands around his wrists when he realised which shirt it was

"You sleep in my shirt?" Nico asked breathlessly

Lewis shrugged as best as he could "It's comfy. Problem with that?" He chuckled softly

"No" Nico moved down Lewis's body "Keep it on," He said, pulling Lewis's sweats and briefs down.

"W-why? Gonna fuck me in it or something?" Lewis's voice shook slightly as he reached over to the bedside table to get the lube from the drawer, handing it to Nico

"Damn right, I am" Lewis hated how Nico was always so much more confident than himself.

Lewis whimpered softly at Nico's answer, closing his legs as best as he could- which was short-lived when Nico forced them back open again after he had gotten the lube warmed up on his fingers.

Nico chuckled softly when Lewis whimpered at the feeling of Nico circling his hole with his lubed fingers.

"Nico- Please" Lewis whined quietly, Nico drawing the time out unnecessarily long "Need it- Need you" He panted heavily.

"I got you, Schatz" Nico soothed Lewis, slowly pushing in a single finger, loving the small whimper he let out and the way he grabbed Nico's biceps.

Nico slowly started moving his finger, pulling both whines and whimpers out from the man below him. Nico eventually got Lewis worked up to three fingers, having him a moaning mess under him the more he curled his fingers to hit his prostate.

Nico slowly pulled his finger out of Lewis, chuckling softly at the desperate whine Lewis let "I was so close" He mumbled as Nico wiped his finger clean onto Lewis's thigh.

"You don't want me to fuck you?" Nico mocked a pout, standing up from the bed

"No, no- I do want- I wasn't-" Nico shut Lewis's nervous trembling up with a forceful kiss, leaving Lewis panting when he pulled back again.

"Just lay back" Nico chuckled softly, leaning back to pour lube onto himself, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with Lewis.

Lewis whimpered softly as Nico pushed into him, both moaning when he had pushed in. Lewis's skin burned where he could feel Nico's hand. It wasn't his hand that burned, but the cold wedding band that dug into his skin.

The feeling was quickly forgotten when Nico started moving slowly and softly at first. Lewis's whimpers encouraged him to go faster and harder, angling his hips to thrust into his prostate, moans ripping from Lewis's throat.

When Lewis started leaking onto his stomach, his back arched sharply and his nails digging into Nico's biceps- most definitely leaving a mark behind, did Nico wrap his hand around his neglected cock, stroking him to the same speed as his thrusts, the Brit came quite quickly after that, squeezing tightly around Nico.

A few more firm thrusts where Nico avoided Lewis's prostate, and he came, pressing his hips firmly against Lewis's ass, a string of German curses being moaned.

"You are always my first choice" Nico panted as he lay softly on top of Lewis.

---

As they sat in the tub, Lewis's back pressed against Nico's front, Lewis took Nico's right hand, softly slipping his wedding ring off of him, putting it on the counter beside the tub "It annoys me" He sighed, to which Nico chuckled softly.

"He was it?" Lewis asked curiously, turning his head to look at Nico

"Who was who?" He asked confused, wrapping his arms more tightly around Lewis, like he was afraid he was gonna evaporate

"The boy you were 'fond' of" Lewis clarified, with a small smirk

"It was you, dumbass" Nico smiled softly when Lewis became flustered. The blond leaned in, kissing Lewis's neck softly "It has always been you"

[maxillness]

I’m writing a Brocedes smut which is gonna be posted on my AO3 and my other tumblr blog, and never have I written anything more accurate

Lewis was a pussy, he knew that, not when it came to women he knew he was never gonna see again, but a pussy when it came to some blond, German, twink he had known most of his life

[menagerofmischief]

Ask and you shall receive!!! With nico rosberg

Stuffed cherry tomatoes served cold with fish and chips, chicken quesillda, and spring rolls. Drinks are ice tea, black coffee, and iced water.

Have fun!! 😉

Dia's Diner Menu

stuffed cherry tomatoes sugar daddy cold appetizer rough sex fish and chips "Where are your manners" chicken quesadilla "So pretty with my cock down your throat" spring rolls "All you do is complain, perhaps I should shut you up" ice tea oral black coffee chocking iced water dirty talk

Nico Rosberg x sugar baby!reader

TW: blowjob, mean-ish!nico at the start, gagging, chocking, hair pulling

WC: 1k

A/N: nico rosberg, my favorite pop queen <3. this is actually so bad, I hate it but I'm mentally drained and this was the best I could do. also I added lance, arthur and mick to the menu if anyone is interested in requesting for them.

The whole car ride home was unsettlingly quiet. Nico was mad, I knew it. His hands gripping the steering wheel as he sped through the busy city traffic, passing cars like he was still on the track.

“Nico,” I said his name, trying to break the silence we had fallen into.

His head snapped towards me, his eyes narrowed and he gave me a look that conveyed what he wanted to say rather clearly. Stop talking.

I shut my mouth and tried to lean back into the seat of the car, knowing that we were going to be home soon and how things would go once we got there.

Soon enough we made it up to our, or rather Nico’s, penthouse. The moment the doors were shut, Nico grabbed me and pushed me against the door. 

“What was that, huh?” He asked, his voice rough. One of his hands trailed up my body and wrapped around my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. Not enough to stop my breathing, but enough to put pressure. “Is that how I taught you to behave?”

I did my best to shake my head, my cheeks warm. “No,” I said, the word coming out as a whisper. 

Nico’s eyes fixated on mine, his pupils blown wide, and desire and lust clear in his gaze. He removed his hand from my neck and I immediately sucked in a breath. Nico moved his hands down and the sound of him unbuckling his belt filled the room.

I knew the rules we played by, I should have already been getting on my knees, desperate and wide eyed and asking to pretty please, suck his dick. But my mind was blank, my eyes focused on the way his hands moved as he opened his jeans and pulled them down. On the bulge in his black boxers, on how he took them of and on his semi-hard cock.

I snapped out of my trance once Nico’s hands were on my shoulders. Without a warning he pushed me down, making my knees hit the floor. I hissed at the contact, the tiles cold and digging into my naked skin.

I whined, looking up at him through my lashes. “You pushed me,” I said, pouting my lips. “That’s mean, Nico. You could have bruised my knees.”

I was going to keep talking but Nico grabbed my chin roughly, towering over me and looked down into my eyes. “All you do is complain,” he said, the tone of his voice dark. “Perhaps I should shut you up.”

With one hand he grabbed ahold of his dick, giving himself a few tugs and growing harder before slapping the tip against my lips. When I noticed him about to do it again, I opened my mouth, hoping that the tip would just slip right in but instead he grabbed my hair and tugged my head back.

“You really are acting like a dumb little whore tonight,” Nico said. “Where are you manners, huh?”

I whined, looking up at him, one of my hands braced against his thigh. “Please,” I said, my voice giving away how desperate I felt. “Please let me suck your cock. I need to feel it in my mouth.”

Nico humed, satisfied with my response. His hold on my hair eased up and he placed his hands against the back of my head. Not pushing me, just giving me the sensation of knowing he’s there.

As soon as he nods his head, I’m surging forward. My lips wrap around the tip, suckling on it and running my tongue over the slit to collect some of the precum that had started leaking. Nico groaned at the feeling, his hand pushing my head further, forcing me take him deeper into my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

He held my head there for a moment and I gagged around his length, providing the additional sensation of my throat tightening which made him moan. His hand moved away and he let me start working at my own pace.

I started bobbing my head, trying to take him all the way every time my lips glided along his dick, hollowing my cheeks and running my tongue along the vein that was on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, there we go.” Nico said with a groan. “My pretty little slut, sucking me off so well. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.”

Nico moved one of his hands to my neck and wrapped it around my throat just as I was moving down his shaft. He laughed, the sound mixed with a moan of pleasure, and it sounded beautiful. “I can feel my dick sliding down your throat,” he said, his hand staying where it was placed. “God, your mouth feels like heaven. Keep going, baby, I’m almost there.”

That made me speed up, bobbing my head faster and doubling my efforts to make him cum. Nico’s fingers gripped my hair and that was all the warning I got before he was twitching inside of my mouth and shooting his load down my throat.

I pulled off him with a pop, the taste of his cum salty against my tongue. Without as much as a second thought I swallowed everything inside of my mouth, sticking my tongue out proudly and looking up at Nico to show him.

He smiled down at me, his cheeks flushed and mouth open as he panted, trying to catch his breath. One of his hands came to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. “Good girl, baby,” he said. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

Nico helped me up and pulled me into a messy, passionate kiss. He lifted me up into his arms, making me giggle and started making his way towards the bedroom. “Now, how about I give my good girl a little reward?”

[lipringlrh]

if anyone has a race by race breakdown or major event breakdown of brocedes PLEASE send it my way xxx

[regulus-lantsov]

Really thinking about writing a fanfic about Formula 1 and Harry Potter.

With Piarles as ennemies to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers. Pierre as a Slytherin and Charles as a Gryffindor.

Galex as love at first sight but George try to hide it very hard. George being Pierre best friend and dragging him to the Gryffindor party to see Alex and poor Pierre and Charles having to be the third wheel and snickering about the other while George and Alex are akwardly flirting. George as a Slytherin and Alex as a Gryffindor.

Maxiel as the two shennigans who are trying to hide their relationship but Daniel is very bad at hiding it so Max has to silence him. Max as a slytherin and Daniel as Hufflepuff.

Landoscar as grumpy x sunshine. They are forced to work together for a Defence against the Dark arts. Lando is very energetic and try to conceal his crush for Oscar that is as since Oscar took his hand to show him the right way to cast a spell.

Brocedes as teachers / ennemies to lovers. Nico is the charms teacher who always make snarky remarks about Lewis without naming it. Lewis who's the arithmency teacher that everyone likes. They were lovers until the NEWTs came and put them in an over competitive relationship. And now, everyone wonders if they fucked.

Simi as 'everyone wonder if they're a couple or not while they're married'. Kimi being the potions teacher and Sebastian is the transfiguration teacher. Everyone absolutely loves Sebastian because he's always caring and joking with everyone.

One year younger, we have Kimi and Ollie who are under Charles' wing. They both have a huge crush on the other but Kimi as a girlfriend and think Ollie isn't gay.

Of course with other ships like Mark Webber + Fernando Alonso or Esteban + Lance

All of that during starting when Harry enters his third year at school. So going from year 5 to the Great War. Dealing with purebloods idea and just relationship. Voldemort is even scared by the couple because they're very powerful wizards.

[drspleenmeister]

*Holding my smut!logistics head despairingly in my angry little hands*

Ugh.

Okay.

Girls, guys, whomever: I've said it before and I'm going to say it again now, because I've read more logistically implausible fics in the last few days than I dare to count on my grumpy little claws. The writing may be smoking, but if you can't get the logistics of sex right then you are just going to make your readers go, "Eh, what?!"

You cannot deepthroat someone while breathing through your nose. You can't. Unless you have gills. If you're writing smut for fish then by all means continue to have your characters comfortably taking in oxygen whilst choking on a cock. Otherwise, stop it.

Throat-fucking is hot, HOTTT, but again. Breathing is not possible simultaneously. Please. This type of breath-play is sexy. Use it.

Have you ever tried to hollow your cheeks with a cock jammed down between your tonsils? No? That's right: you can't. Your characters are either using their tongue and cheeks or they are using their throat; I guarantee they can't do both at the same time. Also, having a man able to feel the outline of his cock through the cheek of his partner while they are going down on him: only possible if he is JABBING his fingers into his partner's cheek and forcing the flesh between their teeth, or fucking the head of their cock into their partner's cheek-flesh. Either way is really not going to be comfortable for the partner who is doing the work.

Having your characters stop kissing because they can't breathe is fucking stupid. Have you ever kissed a human? You have a NOSE (which in this instance is NOT being blocked by a cock). It is perfectly possible for two humans to mack on one another for hours at a time without having to come up for air. Drawn-out snogging is hot; have you ever kissed someone so much that lube/prep is not even needed? Trust me, it's awesome.

Limbs. LIMBS. Block your smut scene out in your head, for the love of God. I can't count the number of times that a writer has led me to believe that a pairing are facing one another on a bed, only to find in the next sentence that one is actually behind the other up against a wall; or they're laying down; or one is seated and the other standing.

Get your names and pronouns straight (heh heh...), with m/m or f/f fiction it's so easy as the reader to lose track of who is doing what if you're only referring to the characters as him/her. Don't be afraid to use names, it's better to be too clear than not clear enough.

If you don't have the first-hand experience yourself to write about certain sexual experiences then LOOK. IT. UP. I am neither male nor queer, yet I adore m/m explicit fic and I've done my goddamn research; it drives me up the wall when a writer puts their men into a position that does not warrant easy access to the prostate, but then go ahead and try to write the act as if it's as natural as breathing. My dude, if you're making me - a straight female - shake my head at the logistical inaccuracies of one hot man fucking another hot man, then just imagine the fits of hilarity that you're sending an actually gay man into, who attempts to read your work!

I would say I'm sorry for ranting, but I'm not. I've been reading fanfic for a very very long time and it makes my cold, dead heart so happy when writers get it right, and so sad when they get it wrong.

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

my boy only breaks his favourite toys — lewis hamilton x nico rosberg (full work)

chapter 4 - unforgettable

tags: mentions of mental disorders, dirty talk, smut

summary: when lewis and nico ended they relationship and when some years later realize it never actually ended

note: finally a less angsty chapter lol. I will probably keep this going but I won’t update as often. I have other contents upcoming from the requests tho

Nico came to his house some days later to give him his hat back. They had sex. That was the last time and they knew it.

Some months later they fought again over a race. In his driver’s room Nico even took him from the Mercedes overalls and angrily pushed him against the wall. They ended up kissing, but this time it was Lewis who put an end to it. “No, not this time. No more mind games, Nico. It’s over.” And he left.

He was convinced Nico was trying to mess with his head with all that push and pull, that purposely hitting him and then saying sorry, making him forgiving everything, and then again being ruthless on the race track. That was the last straw.

Lewis was remembering those final words as they were said yesterday, laying on the bed the night after the conversation with Nico. He was so angry. Why telling him all that right now? Now that Nico had a wife and daughters, now that they didn’t talk for years after he left the team, now that he thought he had finally moved on. He began to think he never actually did, because he never dealt with his feelings after the break up. He couldn’t lie to himself, he wished that kiss would’ve last longer. He wished Nico would’ve stayed longer. Now he couldn’t get his pretty face out of his head. That wasn’t news of course, he had often dreamt about him, but now that they kissed in real life, after a period that seemed short and endless at the same time, it was definitely something else. The thought of having him again was tormenting him, preventing him to fall asleep. Not even music could help: every song reminded him of him. That damn german couldn’t really keep himself away from him, couldn’t he?

The day after he felt so tired he couldn’t even do his morning exercises. He felt like shit. Anger turned into pain and longing for a different life. A life were him and Nico were still together, as friends, as teammates, as husbands. He tried to rest in the morning and after lunch he went out for a run anyway. He prayed not meet Nico somewhere along the way and fortunately it didn’t happen. When he came back he was exhausted. He went to the building’s lodge to collect the mail. He noticed a letter that didn’t look familiar at all. Lewis never received letters. The adressee was undoubtedly him, but when he opened it to discover who the sender was, he found Nico Rosberg’s name written on the inside.

“This must be a mistake.” Lewis turned to the doorman. “Maybe I should put it back in Mr and Mrs Rosberg’s mailbox.”

“It’s no mistake, Sir Lewis.” Replied the doorman. “And by the way, they’re not married anymore.”

Lewis was taken aback. “What?” He realized he had sounded too emotional. “I mean… I didn’t know.”

“They divorced some months ago. I thought it was public knowledge.”

Maybe Lewis would have know it if he hadn’t blocked Nico and Nico’s name in every social media platform. Why didn’t Sebastian tell him?

“Right, it probably is. I should open more newspapers.” He gave the doorman a little smile and went up to his apartment with the letter in his hand. That was a big information to handle.

Lewis read the letter sitting on the couch. He straightaway recognized the handwriting.

I’m sorry for yesterday. I think I have some more explanation to do. Meet me in the building spa at 9 if you want. Please don’t be angry.

Lewis knew Nico liked to leave hand written notes. He also knew he liked going to the spa to relieve the stress. Lewis was sick of explanations and sick of playing games. Still he had the feeling he would go anyway.

Nico thought he was imagining it when he saw Lewis in the jacuzzi room. Of course he knew were to find him. That was such an intimate place, it helped him meditate. He usually booked it for an evening and went to relax alone.

He watched him close the stone door. “Hi.” Nico said, trying to shorten the tensed distance hovering in the room. He got no answer.

Lewis approached him in the bathtub and entered the hot water, sitting in the furthest point of the small rounded pool. He was only wearing bermuda swim shorts and Nico couldn’t help but let his eyes wander on his godly physique. He realized that was the first time in years he saw his half naked body that close. He blushed a little when Lewis noticed. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought I scared you away. I’m sorry for–“

“Stop apologizing. I initiated the kiss.”

Nico lowered his gaze. There was a moment of silence until Lewis broke it. “Why didn’t you tell me you divorced?”

Nico didn’t expect the question. “I– I don’t know, I thought you knew.” Didn’t he listen to the news?

“I didn’t.”

“Well,” Nico didn’t know what to say. “Now you know. It was a mutual decision, we thought it was for the girls’ best to stay in good terms.”

“That means I’m the replacement.”

“No, no, that’s not– that’s not like that at all. If anything…” It was the opposite, he wanted to say, but he had the feeling it was unnecessary, Lewis understood.

“We really fucked up our friendship, right?”

Nico nodded. “It was mostly my fault. I became a horrible person. All those mind games I used to get the title… I don’t think I wasn’t mentally okay at the time. That’s not an excuse, anyway.”

“I know, and I forgot you when you needed me because all I was thinking about was winning over you. I didn’t care about anything else. We swore we would have both become World Champions. You know… all these years I had the time to realize we were best friends until I was the one who came first and everyone knew I was the best. But when you proved everybody wrong, I couldn’t take it. And then there was Vivian. And then you left Formula 1. Why did you left our dream? Why did you left me?”

Nico couldn’t look at him in the eyes. “I– you can understand it wasn’t easy. I accomplished what I wanted, and it was so draining. I couldn’t take it anymore, I wasn’t okay. Physically and psychologically. It didn’t help I lost everything had with you. There was no reason for me to stay.”

It was unbelievable: after eight years they were finally talking it out. Eight years. It seemed to be so much time yet Nico was in love just as when they were teens.

Nico took a deep breath. Now they were both grown out of their mistakes, their bad habits and their flaws. At least of most of them.

Lewis made a step closer. “I won’t lie, I thought about you a lot since I saw you in the paddock. I mean, more than usual.”

Nico finally looked at him. The dim lights made Lewis’ dark tatted skin glow in different colors in rotation: purple, green, blue, orange, red. He kept himself from blushing again. “I did too.”

Lewis came even closer, forcing him against the tub wall.

“What are your intentions?” Asked Nico.

Lewis was thinking exactly “hearing again those moans of yours that sound so much like a needy kitten and hearing you say ‘right there’ and ‘yes just like that’ as you used to do”, but those were too many words, so he simply put his hands on Nico’s thighs and made him sit in his lap. Nico’s breath was taken away. There was no distance separating their bodies anymore. That was a big step from interviewing him by standing 20 feet apart.

Nico put one hand on his neck and pulled him in a kiss. A passionate kiss. No more anger, no more regret, no more desperation, just a simple exchanging of everlasting love and desire.

His hands finally travelled eagerly on the Brit’s chest, his thumbs brushing his sensitive nipples. Lewis let out a soft little moan, letting his hands slide on Nico’s hips and pulling him in return.

“I think we should–“ go upstairs, that’s what Nico was trying to say, hardly breathing because of Lewis’ move.

“My place?” Asked Lewis, between one kiss and another. Nico nodded.

They stepped out of the tub and dried each other with a towel, trying to ignore the growing hardness in their pants. They raced to be first to the lift, laughing and bumping into each other, then kissed all the way through Lewis’ apartment. That night they had the best sex of their lives.

Lewis woke up the next morning having the feeling it was way too late. He turned on the phone on the bedside table to look at the clock with eyes still sleepy. 10:12. It was definitely too late. He put the arm back under the sheets when the memories of the night before flooded. Nico. Oh, what a sweet night it was. And hot. He remembered it very hot too. They must have fallen asleep late because he never woke up past 8. He turned around expecting to see Nico but there was no trace of him. He began to worry. There, he got screwed one more time. He had let him play with his feelings again and now he was alone. Lewis was beginning to feel angry again when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He stood up and walked in the other room. Roscoe, barely awake as well, followed him.

Nico was there, cooking breakfast in boxers and t-shirt. Lewis thought he was dreaming, but then the blond man turned and saw him. “Damn, I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Lewis gazed at him in awe. “I thought–“

“What?” Nico smiled gently. “I could never leave you. Not anymore. You make me happy.”

Lewis couldn’t help but returning the smile.

“Besides, who would leave a seven times World Champion? It would be crazy.”

Lewis got closer and wrapped him in a hug from behind, smelling his scent. Roscoe wagged his tail next to them. “Come back to bed.”

“The breakfast will get cold.”

“Please.”

Nico sighed. “If you’re asking like that.”

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[britenysbitch]

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[samu-writes]

As a trans person, I love to include as much of it as I can into my writing

So… I’m including trans characters in my smutmas and fluffmas fics

Specifically, my victims for now have been Oscar, Yuki and Charles respectively in day 10 (fluff-physical touch), day 17 (smut-size difference) and 19 (smut-dom/sub and overstimulation)

How do y’all feel about this?

[muldj0rd]

Love was the law and religion was taught || Brocedes

Summary: “I would rather not be able to love you, and still be friends with you, than be with you and have no contact with my family”

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, internalised homophobia, angst, blowjob, drunk sex, top Nico, bottom Lewis, handjob, is Spain ‘16 a warning? No beta read, no happy ending

Masterlist || AO3

A kid

Lewis was just a kid when his father told him that he could never love a man

Lewis met Nico the day before, having told his father that the blond boy was pretty, even if they didn’t speak the same language

“Son, loving the same gender is a sin. God created Adam and Eve”

”I just think he’s pretty, is all”

”Men can not find other men pretty or attractive”

’I’m no man. I’m a boy- a kid’ Did he want to say

He grew up. Nico became even more pretty. It was still a sin. Lewis became jealous when Nico asked if he looked good for a date he was going on- why was he jealous? It’s a sin. He shouldn’t

When they were younger 15-17 or so, Nico was more fit than Lewis. He envied that. He looked. He looked damn long if they were out swimming or something else we’re Nico had no shirt on

He kissed a man for the first time when he was barely an adult. 18 or so. He might’ve been 17 actually

He wished it was Nico he had kissed- that was the only reason why he did it. But it wasn’t Nico he had kissed

He came to his dad the very same night, his head lulled forward, his hands interlocked in front of his body “I am so sorry, father” He started before he went on to explain what a terrible sin he had done

He called Nico an hour later, having finally stopped crying after his dad had given him a beaten

Lewis immediately felt better just by hearing Nico greet him on the phone

Lewis didn’t say anything

By the time Lewis had reached Formula 1, he had tried forgetting everything about Christianity, and whatever stupid sins

Lewis had… Fallen in love? He wouldn’t say that. Lewis was… Fond of Nico. It wasn’t love

Sure, he wanted to know what it felt like to kiss Nico, he wanted to know what it felt like having his lips around Nico’s dick and afterwards wanting to know what it felt like getting fucked by him

Lewis knew Nico had have sex before- his family wasn’t religious. Nico could screw around like he wanted. Men, women, everything in-between, even long before he was married

That Lewis also envied Nico for

Australia ‘08

Lewis won, but that didn’t matter. How could it matter when Nico was on the podium for the first time

Drinking, clubbing, dancing

What the time was? Nobody knew

All Lewis knew, was that it felt extremely good to have Nico laying his head on his shoulder

“Lew?” He spoke softly, making Lewis turn his head to look down at Nico, they were close like this now “I love you” He murmured, looking into Lewis’ eyes

“I love you too, man” Lewis said, pushing a strand of Nico’s outgrown hair behind his ear

“No” Nico shook his head slightly sitting up straight now “I love you, Lewis”

The next thing Lewis knew, were Nico’s lips on his. He felt pushing him away, but he didn’t

He kissed back instead, not like he had done with the first guy he kissed back in ‘04

This was better. It felt right. For a brief moment when they pulled away, could Lewis hear his father’s voice

’Son, loving the same gender is a sin’

Lewis didn’t care. He wanted to keep kissing Nico, and he did

They ended up in one of their hotel’s rather quickly after that

It was Nico’s hotel and room. Lewis could smell it the moment they stepped inside before he was gently pushed up against the wall

Nico reached his hands towards Lewis’ belt, but Lewis pushed his hands away, going down onto his knees instead, his hands unbuckling Nico’s belt

“Gott, Lew… You don’t have to” Nico said, a hand placed on the wall in front of him, the other placed in the crook of Lewis’ neck

“Please… Let me” How could Nico say no when Lewis were begging to suck him?

Nico nodded softly. He didn’t know how inexperienced Lewis was- he knew about how he was taught about religion, but that didn’t have to mean he was inexperienced

Nico’s breath hitched slightly when Lewis licked softly over the head of his cock

“Fuck” Nico moaned out softly as Lewis swirled his tongue around him, holding on to the back of the blond’s thighs

Lewis looked up at Nico through hooded eyes as he hollowed his cheeks, taking as much of him into his mouth as he could

The sight alone could make Nico come if he didn’t have enough consciousness to hold back

Lewis started moving his head, his warm mouth- he was inexperienced alright, but it didn’t matter to Nico, dare he say it kinda turned him even more on, knowing he was more experienced than Lewis

Nico threw his head back slightly, moaning softly, his hand tightening slightly around Lewis’ neck, needing something to hold onto

“Lew- fuck. I’m gonna come” Nico groaned softly, his thighs shaking slightly

Lewis hummed around Nico, pressing his tongue against a vein, drawing Nico over the edge, coming inside Lewis’ mouth

Lewis pulled off of Nico, swallowing his cum, both panting heavily

“Fuck” Nico breathed out, his hand on Lewis’ jaw, his thumb wiping away some of his cum from the corner of his mouth

“Please. I want you to fuck me” Lewis said softly, almost a whisper

Nico sighed softly “You sure?” He asked, softly tracing Lewis’ bottom lip

“Yes” He nodded, looking up at Nico

“Undress and get on the bed” He said, taking a step away, taking his own shirt off

Lewis did as he was told, quickly undressing himself and getting onto the bed, laying on his back

Nico stepped out of his jeans and briefs, getting the lube from his suitcase and sitting on his knees between Lewis’ spread thighs

He bent Lewis’ knees, leaning down to mouth at the soft skin of his thighs, making Lewis whimper softly, his cock leaking onto his stomach

“Nico” Lewis whined, bucking his hips slightly to emphasise how much he needed him

“You’re so damn impatience” Nico chuckled, leaning back and pouring some lube onto his fingers

Lewis moaned softly when Nico started circling his hole slowly

He whimpered when Nico slowly pushed his finger into him, pumping it in and out softly, twisting it to get Lewis more stretched out

Lewis whined softly when Nico softly pushed in a second finger, Lewis’ fingers digging into Nico’s biceps

“Shh. Relax” Nico soothed, his other hand caressing the inside of Lewis thigh, trying to get him relaxed

Nico slowly started moving his fingers again, twisting and turning them, scissoring Lewis open

Lewis moaned loudly when Nico curled his fingers, hitting his prostate. It was soft, but still gave Lewis immense pleasure

“Nico- please” Lewis moaned, hips rolling against Nico’s hand, his own tight in the sheets beneath him

Nico chuckled softly, pulling his fingers out slowly, earning a whine from Lewis from the sudden emptiness

Nico wiped his fingers clean on the inside of Lewis’ thigh, Lewis too fucked out to care about how his thigh was now sticky

Nico watched Lewis breathing hard and heavily with his eyes closed as his hands worked on getting his cock lubed up

Lewis whimpered when Nico lined himself up with Lewis

Both moaned softly when Nico slowly pushed inside Lewis, stoping every so often to let Lewis adjust before pushing further

Nico sat a slow pace once Lewis got adjusted enough, Nico’s pale hands on Lewis’s dark hips

Likewise with Lewis’ dark hands against Nico’s pale waist, holding him tight, afraid he’d leave

“That’s it, schatz. Gott, you feel so good” Nico moaned out softly, leaning over, one hand still on Lewis’ hip, the other beside Lewis’ head , holding himself up

“Faster- please” Lewis chocked out between his whimpers and whines

Nico chuckled softly, angling his hips to thrust into Lewis’ prostate faster, making Lewis moan loudly over and over again, Nico’s name rolling off his tongue like a loud prayer

Nico felt himself get close again, twitching inside Lewis as he felt Lewis’ walls clench down around him

Nico leaned back, wrapped his hand around Lewis’ cock and stroking him to the same speed as his thrusts

It didn’t take long for Lewis to be coming all over his stomach and Nico’s hand

Nico slowed his hand down, angling his hips to avoid Lewis’ prostate as he chase his own orgasm for the second time

With a moan of Lewis’ name, Nico came deep inside Lewis, bracing his body with his arms so he didn’t fell down on top of Lewis

Russia ‘16

8 years

They had been together for 8 years, and Lewis had yet to tell his dad about them

He felt bad, of course. Nico’s parents knew about them, but Lewis had never even hinted to his father that they were together

Together for 8

Lived together for 5

Engaged for 2

They were practically married at this point, but Lewis had yet to say anything, not because he felt it as a sin, but his dad found it as one

“I’ll tell my father tonight” Lewis hummed, his head laying on Nico’s chest, arms around his waist

“Yeah?” Nico sounded surprised as he looked down at Lewis, his fingertips trailing up and down Lewis’ naked waist

“Yeah” Lewis hummed, turning his head to look up at Nico

Nico smiled softly “I’m proud of you”

“Shut up” Lewis mumbled, getting flustered by the praise

Nico won the race, so it gave Lewis more confidence to talk to his father

Lewis went to his father’s hotel room, sitting on the bed nervously

“Why you so nervous, son?” Anthony asked, working on getting everything cleaned up and packed again

“I have a partner” Lewis blurted out, making Anthony hum softly

“Is she pretty? What’s her name?” Anthony asked, closing his suit case

“Yeah, he is pretty” Lewis hummed, looking into the floor

“He?” Anthony stopped in his tracks “You meant she… Right?” Lewis could hear the anger in his voice

“No” Lewis chocked out, shaking his head slightly “I’m dating Nico, dad”

“You can’t be with him. You need to break up” Anthony sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, towering over Lewis

“I can’t do that” Lewis whimpered out

“And why is that?” He sighed again

“Well, first of all, because I love him, second of all, we’ve been together for 8 years, so-“ “8 years?! Are you out of your mind, boy?” Lewis flinched slightly at his dad’s new tone

“We live together and we’re engaged as well” Lewis hummed quietly

Anthony nodded softly, scoffing slightly “Here’s the deal- you either break up with Nico, and god forgive you, or… you can stay with Nico and I will make sure no family will have contact with you again” Lewis’ eyes grazed with unshed tears “You better make up your mind the next time I see you, boy, and I will be at Barcelona. Now, get out”

“How’d it go?” Nico asked softly from where he sat on the bed with a book once Lewis got back

“I don’t wanna talk about it” He mumbled, kicking off his shoes, laying his head in Nico’s lap, closing his eyes softly

Nico didn’t read anymore. Solely focusing on his fiancé in his lap, making sure he was safe

Spain ‘16

Lewis knew it was a shitty telling Lewis on the Thursday before the race, but he needed to do it before he saw his father again

“You okay, schatz?” Nico asked concerned, looking at Lewis who was leaning against the small desk of his drivers room

“Not really, no” Lewis hummed quietly, already feeling tears well in his eyes

“What’s the matter?” Nico wiped a tear away from Lewis’ cheek

Lewis closed his eyes, taking a deep shaky breath “We can’t be together anymore” He sighed, not daring to look at Nico

All Nico’s thoughts stopped. Time stopped “What? What are you talking about, schatz? Is this because of your father?” Nico feel his eyes water

Lewis nodded softly, sniffling “Yeah” He sighed

“Baby- I love you, and that’s all that matters. So, screw what your father says” Tears silently slid down Nico’s cheeks as he rested his hands on the sides of Lewis’ neck

“No- you don’t understand, Nico” Lewis said, shoving Nico’s hands away, making him stumble backwards slightly

“If we stay together, my father will make sure I never have contact with my family ever again, and I-…” Lewis sighed, closing his eyes softly again

Lewis opened his eyes again “I would rather not be able to love you, and still be friends with you, than be with you and have no contact with my family” He sighed

“Lew-“ “Nico. Don’t. I have made my mind. I respect my father too much” Nico chuckled sarcastically, his eyes bloodshot

“Fuck you, Lewis” Lewis flinched slightly when Nico slammed the door shut after he left

[maxillness]

Me: *Writing a Brocedes fic on my computer* “Wow, this is so nice. No angst, just smut. This is new”

Internet: “No fun for you”

Me: “Fuck you, motherfucker”

[chattahoochiecoochie]

It’s Us, Then

Summary: Answers are nice, so is letting go. 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: portrayal of weak female / manipulative language / mild dub con

A/N: And now I’ve made them boyfriends (plus you), so reality is whatever I want it to be. In order, first, second, third. Everything else is here. 

By the time Sam meets you at the front door of the training facility an hour and a half later, you are practically a puddle.

He’s got you by the hand, asking about the meeting and Ja’Marr, but you can’t answer, too lost in your own head and the heat between your legs.

You’d spent the entire meeting staring at your iPad notes, trying to focus—and failing. Your mind was split, fractured in the middle as you tried to organize your thoughts.

On the one side, you heard Joe’s silky voice on repeat. Hour and a half. And on the other, the rough laugh Sam had let out when he’d said something about taking it slow. What had he said exactly? So much for taking it slow.

Taking it slow. Hour and a half. Taking it slow. Hour and a half. Hour and a half. Taking you slow.

There are a thousand things you want to ask. What are the three of you doing? With all these rides in the morning and the hand holding and the spare keys and the looks they give each other when they think you’re not looking. What’s with all the winking at you on the sidelines of the training field and the turning up at your exam room, just to say hi. The texting, always in a group chat—never individually— and the way they hold hands with one another when you sit at that back booth of that shitty dive bar you’ve frequented over the last three weeks.

Three weeks. Hour and a half. Hour and a half. Three weeks to take you slow. Taking it slow.

But then, every time you think you’ve gotten your thoughts together, the low hum of Joe’s voice washes them away again, over and over again until your mind is numb. The words run together in your head as you walk beside Sam, spinning through your own head until you're almost dizzy when you finally reach Joe’s car.

“I—we—are gonna fuck her stupid after this meeting of hers.”

We. We. We.

You get into the passenger seat blind, only vaguely aware of the grin on Joe’s face and the way his hand snakes onto your leg.

“There's our girl.”

Our. Our. Our.

“Careful.” Behind you, Sam is sliding into the back seat, chuckling. “I think they fried her brain in there.”

“Something like that.” You mumble, tuning back in slowly as Joe strokes his thumb over your thigh.

“She speaks!” Sam sounds giddy behind you, his voice close as he leans between you and Joe.

“Something like that?” Joey’s got his left hand on the shifter, and then the wheel as he pulls out of his parking spot.

“I just…” You falter, unable to finish your sentence. You can hardly think straight, much less articulate it verbally.

“Just what, baby?”

“I think I missed that entire meeting.” You laugh weakly, shaking your head.

“Yeah?”

“My head’s on fire.” You let your head roll to the side, allowing your eyes to roam over his face. God, he’s so pretty.

“You wanna tell us about it?” Sam speaks up, putting his arm over the console so he can rest his hand on top of Joe’s in your lap.

You’re not sure you do, or if you even can, head so dizzy still. You don’t even know how to begin. But you try anyway, rambling on, barely conscious of yourself as Joe takes the side streets, sailing through green light after green light. Where are you going?

Watching the blur of the city through your window, you play with their hands in your lap, dragging your nails over them as you speak.

Everything you’d spent your meeting thinking about, all the questions you had, all the things you’d been hung up on for the last three weeks, they pour out of you until you're breathless. What, exactly, are the three of you taking slow?

When you finally trail off into silence minutes later, it’s eerily quiet. Both boys sitting patiently with what you’ve said—or tried to say. Joe’s finally hit a red light, and the car skips a beat, and then another as you sit in front of it. It’s only when it turns green, and his foot is heavy on the gas, that they eventually speak up, over one another.

“We’re—”

“I—” Sam stops short, catching himself. “Nah, go ahead man, my bad.”

Turning the car down a short city driveway, Joe nods, mostly to himself it seems. You watch him swallow, jaw tight as he parts his lips to speak.

“We’re doing whatever you want to do. That's what this is. Whatever you want it to be.”

He squeezes your thigh, looking at you from the corner of his eye as he puts the car in park. Where are you? “I think it’s all, maybe, going a little differently than we thought it would—”

“Quicker.” Sam interjects, voice low.

“Yeah, quicker.”

“Than you thought it would?”

“Than we planned it, yeah.”

“So you did plan it, then?” They planned it. They planned it.

“Yes.” Joe looks back at Sam, sounding cautious. “We did.”

You hum quietly in response. Your mind feels heavy, like it’s weighing you down. Is that an answer? Is that an explanation? Why does it sound so good? They had planned on it, on you. You can feel a lazy smile curling on your lips. That’s nice, isn’t it?

“That’s good.” What had you been thinking earlier? The words are stacked over one another in your head suddenly, indecipherable. Joe’s answer lies over them like a blanket, the tone of his voice drowning out everything you’d been caught up on.

“Yeah?” Joe’s smiling at you, squeezing your thigh.

“When you say ‘our’” You pause as Sam pulls his hand from your lap, moving to get out of the car. Wherever you are, you’re staying. “It’s us, then, is it?”

Joe gestures to himself, and then to you, and Sam who is now standing beside your open door, nodding. “Us.”

Us. Us. Us.

“Okay.” You hear yourself saying, voice distant. You roll your head on the headrest, turning to look at Sam. “Okay.”

He looks smug—a funny smile on his face as he leans down in front of you, undoing your seatbelt before taking you by the hand and drawing you out of the passenger seat. He’s got you by the wrist, pulling you into his chest, quiet as can be. You’re aware of the car shutting off behind you, and the sound of Joe stepping out onto the driveway—but only barely. Whose house?

“Good?” You look up at Sam, nodding when his eyes lock on yours.

“Good girl. Go on after him then.” Kissing your crown you can almost hear the grin he’s wearing. “I think you’ve made Joey wait long enough.”

An hour and a half. The phrase sparks in your head, fizzling out before you can grasp it. It's been almost two.

It takes a moment to find your feet, and when you do, Sam pats you on the ass, pushing you forward towards the front of the house—to where Joe is standing on the stoop, waiting for you.

He’s got the door open—his house, then—one hand holding it open, the other tucked in his pocket.

“Can you do me a favor?” He asks as you get closer, brow raised when you make the top step.

You nod, looking past him, into the house.

“Get on up those stairs, and turn that pretty little brain off for me.” He points his head to the staircase sitting beyond the entryway. “Please.”

You smile to yourself, feeling warm when you move past him. How silly. Your mind is numb anyway, he hardly needs to ask. Are you always this easy?

You’re halfway up the stairs when you register Sam’s voice behind you, a low whisper he must think you won’t hear, and to his credit, you almost don’t. “So that's it, then, is it?”

“Got her wrapped around our finger.”

“Get her khakis, would you?” Mouth on your collarbone, the words come out muffled. Joe’s got his arms around you, fingers working on the clasp of your bra as he bites at you, breath hot on your skin.

“Say less.”

Sam’s got them around your knees in an instant, nudging the back of your leg with his knee. Step. You lift your foot, head back when Joe moves up your neck. You get your leg free, only to be nudged again on the other leg. You step again, stumbling between the two of them.

They’re both so close to you, trapping you in the middle with nowhere to go. It’s all you can do to collapse against Sam, hoping he’ll keep you upright as Joe drags the straps of your bra down your arms.

Letting your eyelids flutter, you let go of whatever else you’re holding on to. Turn that pretty little brain off for me.

“Can I?” Sam asks. There’s a hand on your thong, holding it by the band—it must be his.

“Waiting on it.”

It’s hardly hit the floor by the time they’ve got their hands on you, a mess of fingers playing over your center.

Through heavy eyes you can see them on you, Sam with his right hand snaked around your waist, palm pressed to your belly as he plays with your clit—fuck. You groan when his other hand moves across your chest, grabbing at your breast. God, that’s good. And when that’s almost too much, there’s Joe, curling his fingers between your legs, groaning when you drip on down his wrist.

Your head falls, knocking against Sam’s bicep. Blinking slowly, you catch them above you. Sam’s got his mouth on Joe’s neck, tongue flashing briefly as he sucks on the spot beneath Joe’s ear—just how he does with you.

Us. Us. Us.

His eyes are closed, lips parted. He looks delirious. You whimper at the sight, knees weak when Joe looks down to catch your eye, blush rising on his cheeks. Delirium turns to something else, flashing across his face as he turns his focus back to you.

“Bed.” He mumbles, brushing off Sam as he leans down to press his lips to yours, fingers slipping in when you part your mouth for him. “Now.” He speaks into you, voice weak.

Sammy’s got you off the ground before you can catch your bearings, tracking backwards until he falls onto the mattress, holding you in his lap, a hand on each knee to hold you apart. Did they plan this too?

“On your knees, Joey, I got her.” Sam's voice is gruff, right by your ear.

You watch through your lashes as Joe sinks to the floor in front of you, free hand working at the band of his shorts until he pulls himself free. His eyes are dark, pupils blown. The sight of him, staring at you, the feeling of him touching you—no, licking at you—you can hardly breathe.

He’s so soft on you, clean shaven and smooth, the tip of his nose buried against you as he goes even lower. His brow is raised, blue eyes trying to find yours. He’s wet, covered in you. For half a second, you can feel your consciousness drip away, pooling under the base of your skull.

Chest heaving, you crumple in Sam’s arms, trembling. He’s dragging his fingers up your legs, back and forth, forcing your legs open every time you shudder under Joe’s tongue. He’s so good, so patient. Take it slow.

A smile comes over your face as Sam’s words cross your mind. Taking it slow. Tongue sliding up the center of you, lips over the bud, and then back down he goes, fingers working all the while, curled up inside you, getting at the one place you can’t find on your own. Fuck.

“There she is.” You're shaking, forcing Sam to hold you tighter, nails digging into your skin as you try to pull your knees together. “You got her?”

Joe mumbles something in response against you, lips tugging into half a smile. It comes hard and fast, the rush of nerves running down your spine until you fall apart on him, tension going slack as it passes over you.

Offering you no time to recover, they move around you quickly, indifferent to how limp you’ve gone. Sam’s got Joe by the wrist, taking the blonds fingers in his mouth, a moan echoing when he tastes you on his hand.

“Fuck that’s good. I get it next time, yeah?”

“We’ll see.”

“Dick.” Sam’s tone is gentle, and when you let your head roll, you can see him smirking, trademark glint in his eye.

Then suddenly there's a shift in your space, thighs moving under you, Sam’s got you around the waist, dragging you up the bed. In front of you, Joe is working his way out of his shorts, tripping onto the bed once they hit the floor. You blink slowly as he crawls up to you. Why does he look so hazy?

Halfway up the mattress and still behind you, Sam’s let you loose for half a second, squirming out of his own clothes, a hand back on you before he’s even got his shirt over his head.

Holding you tight, he pulls you onto his chest, spreading your legs with his knees now. “Come on then.” He pats between your legs softly, sending a shiver up your spine as he grazes your bud.

Three little words, that’s all it takes. Joe’s in you moments later, hips knocking into your legs as he bears down on you. You feel your jaw go slack, caught moments later when Sam puts a hand around your throat—holding you steady as Joe strokes.

Fuck her stupid.

Who’d said that?

You're drooling onto Sam’s hand, eyes fluttering every time Joe pulls back, just waiting for him to drive back, each time harder than the last. Take it slow. You wish he wouldn’t.

“You want it, too?” Joe’s voice is strained when he speaks, each syllable said over a stroke of his hips. Your back arches at the question, not understanding that it’s not pointed at you. Someone laughs, but you can’t place the sound between the two of them.

“I know you’re not asking.” Sam chuckles under you, the vibration of it coming in time with another shudder of nerves. So close.

“Get up then, big man.”

You want it, too? You want it?

Sam’s slow, letting his hand fall from your neck first before sliding you off his chest and onto the comforter. Sitting up beside where he’s left you, he’s got his fingers on your temple, pushing your now damp hair from your eyes.

You’re shaking, cheek pressed into his hand when Joe falters against you seconds later, cock throbbing. Shuddering as he pulls out of you, come drips from him as he lets himself spill on you, warmth hitting your clit as he lets himself go.

You whimper something unintelligible, tears burning down your cheeks as Sam takes his place before you can catch your breath.

It’s insanity—a blur you’ll hardly remember. He’s bigger, harder somehow, and rougher just like he was last time. Calloused hands hold your hips as he drives into you, lacking the patience Joe had. It’s quick, pleasure towing the line of pain every time he strokes.

Joe is somewhere close, hand ghosting over your head and then your chest—fuck—and then your clit—fingers muddy with the mess he left on you.

“Fuck me—” Sam groans, “You got her? I can’t—”

“Go ahead.” Joe’s fingers work faster, digging into you harder. “I got her.” So close. So close. Please.

You look for him through your lashes, making out the shape of him sitting beside you. “Please.”

“We got you baby, let go.” His voice is clear, sure and his tone makes you whine.

You're quivering under Joe’s fingers when Sam finally follows you, collapsing onto your chest as he finishes inside you, come dribbling out every time he makes the slightest move.

Shaking, you try to find your breath, gasping under Sam’s weight. It hits you like a wave, consciousness flooding back all at once beneath him. Jesus Christ. You can hear his heartbeat on yours, beating in time, and over it, a low laugh emanating from Joe beside you.

“Y’all good?”

“Man shut up, you got to go first.” Sam speaks into your shoulder before heaving himself off of you, knocking into Joe as he hits the mattress.

They tussle for a moment, the bed shaking as they wrestle, taunts flying. There’s a certain sudden sweetness in it, the intimacy between them as you lay nearby, presence waning. You sink into it, losing yourself in the sound of your own heartbeat and them giggling with one another.

It goes quiet for a moment, when they finally notice you lying limp, with a lazy grin on your lips. You can feel them looking at you, sitting still. You let them watch, blinking slowly only after another beat has skipped in your chest.

Sam’s got Joe in his lap, broad arms wrapped around his waist. They’re staring at you intently, waiting. For what? You offer them what you can manage as a smile, lips hardly moving despite your effort.

“There she is.” Sam grins at you, squeezing Joe around the middle.

“Our girl.” With pink cheeks, Joe relaxes against Sam, letting his head rest on the larger man's chest.

Our girl. Our. Us.

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carrying on with my post about brocedes timelines i’m going to write a brocedes inspired fic with either lewis or max following the event of the real thing (if not lewis based a bit more on the drivers results) so which driver’s preferred for it

also i can never finish series so if anyone has any tips PLEASE lmao also if it’s another driver suggest which pretty please🙏