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the-physicality · 1 year ago
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Sorry did I say Boston is going to 3 pride nights? I meant 4
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the-offside-rule · 7 months ago
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Lando Norris (McLaren) - Two Hands pt. I
Requested: yes
Prompt: this ask
Warnings: tensionnn and Im making this a two part series
Part 2 Sports Car
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The sun was barely peeking over the Hollywood skyline when Y/n arrived on set, coffee in hand and a spark of excitement in her step. The concept for her and Tate McRae’s new music video, Two Hands, had come together beautifully, sleek visuals, a sultry tone, and a storyline that mirrored the tension in their song. Y/n adjusted the strap of her dress as she walked onto the music video set, the sound of crew members shouting instructions filling the air. Tate McRae was standing off to the side, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and waved, her usual bright smile lighting up her face. "Hey, you made it!" Tate greeted as Y/n approached.
"Yeah, traffic was insane, but I'm here." Y/n replied, setting her bag down on a nearby chair. "What's the plan for today?" Before Tate could answer, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Y/n?" Her heart dropped as she turned around to see him. And there he stood, hands casually tucked into his hoodie pockets, his signature grin plastered on his face.
Lando fucking Norris.
Her breath hitched at the sight of him, his familiar mischievous grin lighting up as he looked her up and down. "It’s been a while." He said, striding toward her. Y/n froze, coffee nearly slipping from her grip as her mind flashing back to the string of nights they’d spent together during last season. Miami. Montreal. Silverstone. Austin. Vegas. Each memory was vivid and unshakable, and now here he was, standing on the set of her music video like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Uh, yeah, it has." She replied, attempting nonchalance.
Tate, always attuned to Y/n’s moods, sidled up beside her. "Y/n? You good?" She whispered. "Can we- can you come with me real quick?" Y/n asked, dragging Tate along to the other side of the parking lot. "Dude. What’s wrong?" Tate asked. "What's wrong?" Y/n hissed back. "What’s wrong is that Lando Norris is here, and I wasn’t told he’d be in this video." Tate smirked. "He’s the cameo. PR gold. You didn’t know?"
"No!" Y/n exclaimed under her breath. "And, oh my god- jesus- Tate, we’ve slept together!" Tate’s eyes widened before her lips curled into a sly grin. "Oh my god! Like a one might stand sorta thing?" She chuckled. "More like five seperate nights." Tate raised an eyebrow. "Five? Wow, okay, overachiever."
"This isn’t funny." Y/n groaned. "What are we supposed to do now?" Tate sighed. "It’s a little late to change things. He’s already here. Besides, we’ll just cut his scenes later if it’s too weird. PR can spin some excuse for why he’s missing in the final cut." Y/n groaned but nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But if this blows up, you owe me."
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The shoot began smoothly enough. The video was set to showcase Tate and Y/n doing what they do best; giving their fans an iconic music video, with a storyline involving sleek cars, night drives, and bold choreography. Lando's role was to add a touch of glamour as a cameo, driving a papaya McLaren around the streets at night.
The day progressed faster than Y/n anticipated. Tate was her usual cheeky self, keeping the mood light despite the awkward tension simmering whenever Lando was around. The big moment came as the crew prepped the McLaren for a scene where Y/n would ride in the passenger seat while Lando drove through neon-lit streets. "Just lipsync the lyrics while he drives." The director instructed. "We’re going for sexy but understated." Understated. Sure. Y/n climbed into the car, her heart pounding.
The beat thumped in her ears as the car accelerated. She turned to Lando, his hands confidently gripping the steering wheel. His smirk was still there, but something new flickered in his gaze as her lips curled into the sultry line: "I want them all to see, you look good on top of me." Lando’s jaw tightened, his eyes darting to hers as she sang. "At this time, at night I need. Not one, not three." Y/n caught the way his lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, and then, he bit his lip.
Oh, so we’re doing this?
Fine. If he was flustered, she’d make it worth his discomfort. Y/n leaned in, her hand sliding up to tangle in his hair as she pulled his face toward her. Their eyes locked, her lips barely brushing his ear as she whispered the lyrics. "Just your two hands on me. Like my life needs saving." His breath hitched audibly, and for a split second, she wondered if he might slam on the brakes. "Let 'em all know. Can you do it like that?"
"Cut!" The director’s voice crackled through the radio. They broke apart instantly, and the silence that followed was deafening. Y/n avoided his gaze, fixing her hair and pretending nothing had happened. When she returned to set for the dance break, Tate was waiting with her arms crossed and a knowing smirk. "You two looked awfully comfortable." Tate teased, bumping Y/n’s shoulder. "Almost like you’ve done it before."
Y/n shot her a withering glare. "Shut up."
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The buzz of the set hummed around Y/n as she sat on the sidelines, watching Tate film her solo dance scene. The spotlight followed Tate’s movements, her fluidity captivating, but Y/n’s focus wavered when she caught a glimpse of Lando approaching out of the corner of her eye.
Damn it.
"Fancy seeing you here." Lando said, casually sliding into the chair beside her. His voice was light, but his eyes held an intensity that made her pulse quicken. "It’s not like I had a choice." Y/n replied flatly, crossing her arms. "I have a job to do and you just so happen to be here." He chuckled softly, the sound low and familiar. "Still, feels like fate."
"More like bad luck." She shot back, keeping her tone cool even as her stomach fluttered. Lando leaned in slightly, his cologne teasing her senses. "You’re as sharp as ever." He murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. "I missed you." Y/n snorted, more out of defense than amusement. "Missed me? Please. You missed me in your bed, maybe." His grin faltered, replaced by something more serious, more vulnerable. "To be fair, you never gave me the chance to miss you anywhere else."
The weight of his words hung in the air, and Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. She turned to look at him, his face so close she could see the faint stubble on his jaw. He wasn’t joking. "Look, I know this is...complicated. But I want to see you. Away from all this; no racing, no music videos, just us." Y/n blinked, stunned. Her lips parted to respond, but before she could form the words, Sean, the choreographer, clapped his hands loudly from across the set. "Y/n! Let’s go! Dance break!" She exhaled sharply, grateful for the reprieve, and turned on her heel. "Duty calls." She said briskly, walking away before Lando could reply.
As she approached the center of the set, Tate intercepted her, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."
"I’m fine." Y/n lied, waving a dismissive hand. Tate’s smirk told her she wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she gestured toward the floor. "Alright, let’s get this over with. Sean’s in full perfectionist mode." Y/n nodded, forcing herself to focus as Sean began shouting instructions, his energy bouncing around the room. She positioned herself in front of the camera, her muscles tightening in anticipation.
The music started, the beat pounding through her body, and she threw herself into the choreography, letting the rhythm drown out the lingering tension in her chest. But as her feet moved and her body swayed, her mind betrayed her, replaying Lando’s words over and over like a melody she couldn’t shake.
Just us
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bunny-jpeg · 6 months ago
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the company you keep
fernando alonso & lance stroll
cw: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/40s), threesome, convincing, oral sex (reader & fernando receiving), ditzy!reader, large chested!reader
like the fic? leave a comment or suggest your own! i love hearing new ideas and would love to take a crack at any ideas you have.
i am sorry to the 5 stollonso fans out there.
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lance never thought that fernando would actually retire. he honestly thought that the older man was going to drive off somewhere and never be heard from again. but when whispers of his retirement started to fill the paddock, lance knew he had to act fast. he didn't need a new teammate, he needed fernando.
and it took dinner in montreal and putting those soft brown eyes to work to convince his darling, loving girlfriend to help him keep fernando on the team. with that boyish smile after two glasses of wine, he asked, "will you help me?"
and you, beautiful as ever replied, "of course, honey!" with an eagerness that almost made lance melt. anything for him, anything for the team, that was your personal motto.
so it took place after the canadian grand prix, you and lance's stomping ground. while the results of the race weren't spectacular for either driver, you were all smiles. you had on an aston martin t-shirt shirt that was a bit too small for your big breasts, and a short pleated skirt in white. paired with white tennis socks pulled up as high as they'd go and a pair of sneakers.
fernando couldn't believe it when you happily pulled him into your apartment with lance close behind. the older man didn't know what to expect when you placed a careful kiss on the corner of his mouth and the older driver was already smitten.
you pouted when you pulled away, "is racing not fun anymore, mister alonso?" this was your attempt to be seductive, as if your fat tits in his face and your pouty lips didn't have fernando weak in the knees.
lance wrapped his arms around fernando's waist and asked, "yeah, is it not anymore?"
fernando swallowed, he was trapped between two people almost half his age. but when you went in for the kiss, the concern left his head. especially when you giggled as he touched the bottom hem of your t-shirt.
"does someone want to me, sir?" you pressed your chest up against fernando's. you briefly looked to your boyfriend and giggled, "i think someone does?"
fernando replied, "who could resist you?" then his hands found your behind and he pulled you closer to him. he shuddered when lance's hands pulled at his t-shirt. the poor older driver was still sandwiched between you two. he felt the rush down to his cock when you lazily made out with lance while the both of you tried to get fernando shirtless.
when you pulled away, you got the shirt off of the driver before you took him by the arms and pulled him into your bedroom that you shared with your boyfriend.
"this feels a little... intimate."
"well, it can be. but you want to promise us something." you said as you took a hold of the bottom of your t-shirt. the poor fabric was straining, the logo stretched across your breasts.
lance was already shirtless and on the bed next to you. the devils in fernando's ear. the rational thing would be to leave and act like it never happened. but how was that possible when the devils were so pretty.
"anything." fernando replied.
you smiled at him, "promise not to leave us, okay? if you don't retire then we can do this all the time!" there was a joy to your voice that was the final straw for fernando. maybe he could hold out for a few more seasons. if you kept true to your word.
lance also added, "that means staying on the team too. means we'll be around each other more." he placed a had on the side of your thigh, "what do you say?"
the older driver nodded, he was trapped. seduced by two beauties who wanted nothing more than for fernando to keep racing. and would do anything to keep that reality alive. so when fernando's cock strained in his jeans when you took off your top, he knew any morals or rationality were long gone.
and soon he joined you both in.
"i told you he'd join us." lance laughed before he helped you out of your clothes and you did the same. occasionally kissing as you both did so. fernando had seen the two of you kiss multiple times, but to see it so close and with himself already painfully turned on. it was something he wanted to get in on.
he took you by the bare shoulders once you got your bra off. he looked to lance and asked, "can i kiss her?"
lance beamed at his teammate, "of course." then leaned back and stroked his cock as the older driver kissed you on the lips. he shuddered when you giggled.
"scratchy." you said in reference to fernando's facial hair. then worked to getting his clothes off. kissing him was different than kissing lance. he was more mature, older with more experience. even though he groped at you like a teen boy.
"she tastes good, lance." fernando said as he pulled you closer to him. he groped your ass and eyed his teammate, "i feel like this is a dream."
lance beamed, happy that he got his teammate where he wanted. you deserved something nice for all of your hard work. he stroked his cock at the sight of you lazily making out with fernando. he said to the other man, "well, only the best for you."
you soon ended up on your back with your face up near fernando's cock while lance was between your legs. tonight was a sampler of good things to come. this was about getting fernando to commit to staying on the team, and lance would get his way with a promise of your sweet cunt.
you kissed fernando's cock and felt the man tense up. you giggled and kissed it more. you ran your tongue up against it while you worked it with your hand as well. it was a bit impressive in size, even though your boyfriend was taller than him. fernando's cock was a bit bigger.
"trained her good." lance chuckled as he got your thighs around his head. he gave your your wet cunt long strokes of his tongue and watched your nipples grow hard.
fernando's gaze met yours as you continued to pleasure him. he cupped your face and you leaned into his touch, "she does feel very good."
"well, of course. teammates share everything." lance said before he really started to eat you out. lance squeezed your thighs around his head and felt his cock grow achy with want. all three of you naked on the bed.
you knew after you were finishing getting fernando off, you'd have get your boyfriend off too. you giggled a little against the older man's cock before you continued to stroke it.
soon you found the right angle to suck him off. your mouth fully on it as you tried to take as much of it as you could. what you couldn't fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hand. fernando was captivated by you, such a pretty thing between his legs.
he felt something course through him when you gazed up at him and smiled a little with his cock in your mouth only for your eyes to flutter shut in lust when lance continued to eat you out. he would've never guessed in all his time racing that he'd be in bed a teammate and said teammate's girlfriend. having you orally pleasure him with a promise that he'd still be in formula one.
how could he leave now?
you whimpered against fernando's cock from the sensation of lance at your clit. your eyes opened once more and leaned into fernando's touch. this was the performance of a lifetime. you had to make the older driver feel good if he was going to stay.
"such a pretty thing. i can see why you keep her in montreal, lance. she would cause problems in other places." fernando said as he pushed you further down onto his cock which made you moan a little louder.
the feeling all of hot pleasure made you squirm a little bit. it felt painfully good, it was unlike anything else you had ever experienced before. you never thought you'd be sucking another man's cock, but there you were. with fernando's hand in your hair.
lance was gorging on your cunt, he loved to eat you out. he loved trailing his fingers across your slick, needy cunt as he focused on your clit. he felt you shift under him and the moans muffled be the other man's cock.
you continued to move your head up and down, you tried to go deeper on fernando's cock, but it was hard to without tensing up too much. eyes closed, you felt amazing. it was a heat through you as you gave and received pleasure. you whined a little bit against his cock as the older man's hand tightened in your hair.
"i am pretty lucky. not every day i get to see something so beautiful. you must really want me on the team, don't you, lance?" fernando asked.
lance looked up and took his mouth away from your pussy. he fingered you quickly and smiled. the bottom of his chin covered in spit and your wetness, "well, i thought maybe we could grow a little closer."
fernando laughed, "this is a way to do that. would you like that?" he asked as he rubbed your cheek and you leaned against it. lance smiled a little before he went back to eating you out.
you nodded a little, your mouth still on his cock. unable to say much as you felt the heat in your core bloom into something more. you knew that you wouldn't last much longer. you held onto fernando's thighs and arched your back a little bit from the sensations. you had never done something like this before. you were always the good girl, a little on the dumber side but that was what lance liked about you. he knew that you'd be so good to him. like getting you to suck his teammate off.
lance worked you towards orgasm and you worked fernando towards his. it wasn't long before you were holding on for dear life and could feel yourself closer to orgasm. you whimpered with the man's cock in your mouth and arched your back a little more from the feeling of it all. you weren't think about much else besides getting to your climax. so you worked hard to get the older driver off.
you tightened your thighs around lance's head and your hands on fernando's thighs. you whimpered, it sounded muffled as you climaxed. it hit you hard and made you arched your back with want. you whined a little bit and continued to work your mouth on fernando's cock.
the older man soon finished while lance over stimulated your cunt with his fingers and mouth. the three of you moved together and you felt your thoughts go blank for a moment as both men pulled away from you and you could breathe properly for a moment.
lance eyed you with want, his cock was painfully hard. he stroked it a few times before he grabbed you by the hips. you whimpered as fernando's cock pressed against your cheek.
"we have all night beautiful. and i don't think fernando is done either." you needed to get lance off too, which meant another round. and more orgasms.
but it was all for the team, for fernando to stay.
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you almost jumped for joy when it was announced that fernando was staying another season. you did a little jump on the balls of your feet and clapped your hands a little. you and lance were so smart!
you perked up when your phone chirped and it was from your loving boyfriend. it was a request to meet them at the hotel, and don't forget to wear the t-shirt. tonight you three were going to celebrate and lance wanted to make sure it was a night none of you would forget. <3
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halfway-happyyy · 2 months ago
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sooo.... whatever happened to the brax fic about him looking up at reader all big doe eyed, pawing at her chest, mumbling he's been good all week and needed her finally. god, he'd be so pretty begging.. my boy<3
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ahhhhhhh I can't tell whether this ask added 10 years to my lifespan or took it away... either way, I'm here for it.
the one where brax likes being told he's a good boy, and reader indulges his (obvious) oral fixation - everything fun below the ✂️ because we're gettin' spicy with it.
I think one of the things that gets me the most is that it really doesn't take much for brax to slip into a submissive headspace in the bedroom (whether he'll admit it or not...) like - the man spends so much of his time on - that it's nice to be able to just... shut everything off for a little while, ya know?
your apartment takes on a different feeling when he's gone for work. there is a lack of light, a lack of colour, a lack of warmth, even a lack of sound - really just a general lack of everything good. it never matters how much you fiddle around with the thermostat, no matter how many sweaters you put on - the pervasive chill remains no matter how hard you try to drive it away.
but then brax will waltz through the threshold of the front door, and the heat and the colour and the sound will return immediately, as if they'd never vanished at all.
he doesn't reach out much when he's away. you'll get a text or two because he knows how much they matter to you - just landed in Montreal, baby. miss you more than words can say. or - just leaving Morocco, don't wait up. so when he gets home, you're often hit with a tidal wave of desire for him that cannot be satiated no matter how hard you try.
tonight is no exception to that rule.
it's late when your bedroom door creaks open. you finish the page of the book you're currently nose-deep in, and glance up to meet his gaze. he's watching you from the doorway, and he's tired - evidence of it can be found in the circles that bloom violet beneath his warm umber irises.
"hi brax," you breathe - and it feels like the first proper one you've taken since he's been gone.
he lifts a hand in greeting. "hi, baby."
"come here, and let me look at you."
he immediately does as he's told - always aiming to please, and always so damn good for you.
he's got on a favourite t shirt - the inexplicably soft waylon jennings one, a worn pair of jeans, and his raven hair still bears the moisture from the rain outside. you close your book and set it on the wooden stand beside the bed.
"did you miss me?" you ask, despite already knowing the answer.
he nods, and it isn't until then that you notice the subtle swell in the hollow of his throat.
he's so touch starved, he has no idea what to do with himself.
"only every second of every day, baby."
you caress a palm to the rounded curve of his stubbled cheek, and marvel at the tension he's carrying in his jaw. shimmying to the edge of the bed, you take his face in your hands and ask, "will you be a good boy, and get on your knees for me, braxton?"
he nods before dropping to the floor beneath you.
"how badly do you want to touch me?" your voice hovers above a whisper, but he catches it the same way his teeth catch the soft flesh of his bottom lip, and he gazes up at you with irises that are already glassy and blown wide from want. "i- i want to so badly, baby, please - you have no idea..." he reaches a hand up to tease the pearl buttons on your pajama top before stopping himself midway because he knows he hasn't really earned it yet.
the pleasantly warm ache grows between your legs, and you shift ever so slightly to ease the pressure mounting there.
"you think you deserve to?"
he nods at you with wide doe eyes that carry a desperate and almost pleading intensity to them. wordlessly, he reaches for the buttons again, this time undoing the top three so that more of your skin is exposed to him and the humid air before you.
"need to hear you tell me, braxton."
you don't miss the whine that rises in his throat before he mumbles, "I've been real good all week baby, I swear." he brushes a deliberate thumb over the hardened bud of your nipple and sighs. "I've been so good and I need this, need you," he swallows hard before murmuring a soft "please."
you fight the moan rising in your throat and concentrate on the task at hand, but while holding your gaze, he brushes another fingertip over your nipple and that's all it takes to wreck your resolve. it's been too long; your desire for him has reached a fever pitch.
"touch me, braxton."
his gaze lingers on yours while he tears your shirt the rest of the way open and then leans in to press a series of scorching kisses to your chest. the only sounds in the room are the pearl buttons as they scatter across the hardwood floor. your fingers find purchase in his damp hair, and every taut muscle in his body seems to soften the moment he wraps his lips around your nipple and latches on.
his eyes fall shut, and his arms wind their way around your back - tethering you to him - and it's all you can do to keep from coming undone on the spot.
he'd be there all night if you let him, but after a while, you're able to coax him out of his clothing and onto the space of bed beside you. his erection is unignorable - the head of his cock red and swollen and drooling pre-come; he must have been sporting it from around the time he got home.
he settles into your lap and latches on to your other breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple before starting to suckle rhythmically at it.
"would you like me to touch you, braxton?" you whisper, while carding a hand through his hair. "want me to jerk your cock for you while you suck on my tits?"
brax moans around your nipple and nods his head before shamelessly rutting his hips into the air before him.
"yeah, I thought so." you simper, and trail your hand down the length of his toned abdomen, past the thatch of dark hair just above the base of his dick. you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead before wrapping a tight fist around him, and your nipple falls from his mouth as he moans into the sensation.
"you stop, I stop." you murmur, stilling your hand against him.
brax whines - the sound of it high pitch and almost pathetic - before latching back onto you, his hands pawing and clawing at the soft flesh of your back, as you begin working his cock again.
"what a good boy," you gasp when you feel the rumble of the groan from his throat against your sensitive skin. he's already close. you can feel it in the way his cock twitches in your tight fist; the sensation of his pre-come as more and more of it leaks down the rigid base of him and onto your hand. the urge to lap it up is overwhelming, but you ignore it in favour of the way his hips slam into your fist, fucking it with reckless abandon.
"I want you to make a mess, braxton. can you do that for me?"
your words cause him to mewl against you, and his teeth gently graze the oversensitive skin of your nipple, causing you to curse out into the stagnant air around you.
"be a good boy, and come for me, braxton."
your nipple slips from his hot, wet mouth again, and a desperate, high-pitch moan travels up from the base of his throat as his hips still against your hand. he comes in thick, powerful surges then, painting most of his abdomen and your hand with his warm spend.
you card your fingers through his hair, holding him tight to you as the tremors from his release wrack his body, before suggesting that you both head to the washroom so he can get cleaned up.
he peers up at you with eyes that are somehow more glassy than before and asks, "after that, can I keep doin' this?" he paws at the soft skin of your breasts. "I've missed you too much baby, can't get enough."
and all you can do is nod your head and beam down at him. "'course you can, brax."
because he is yours - will be yours until your last, rasping breath - and there is nothing you could ever deny him of.
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I'm used to writing for frank, (who doesn't really have a submissive bone in his body - pun very much intended) so this was so fun to write??? perhaps I'll consider writing more for sweet brax. hope you enjoyed !!
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sophsbookstore · 1 year ago
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Somebody Come Get Her
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Lando Norris x driver!reader 。・:*˚:✧。
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“I'm literally fine!” She is not fine. Infact Y/N is the drunkest she's been in a while.
After placing in the points at the Montreal Grand prix, while simultaneously celebrating her friend's second place win, Y/N decided that getting absolutely wasted in Montreal was the best thing for herself to do.
“Y/N how many shots have you taken?” A concerned Lando Norris questions his best friend.
“This many.” Y/N says, holding up two middle fingers in front of Landos face.
Lando tried to hold in his laughter, Y/N wasn't a big party girl. Sure she would always accompany the rest of the grid out to parties after races, she usually doesn't drink that often, going a little crazy once a season, but never this crazy.
“I'm going to get you some water, please don't drink anything while I'm gone, okay?” Lando scolds Y/N. “Can I trust you won't do anything stupid?”. When the girl gives him a thumbs up he takes it as his sign to move, quickly walking to the bar, Y/N books it to the other side of the club, spotting a small group of wag’s sitting together.
Not even thinking twice she bolts to the other side of the tight Montreal club, speed walking as fast as her designer heels can take her. Lily Z spots her, not really the party girl herself notices Y/N practically falling over herself trying to get to them.
Laughing, Lily taps one of the girls on the shoulder, they all turn to face Y/N instantly getting up and running to the girl with drunken excitement.
“Holy fuck you guys are so hot.” Y/N blushes, giving each girl a compliment before finding Lily in the back of the group. Y/N clings onto the Australian for dear life, Lily doing her best to hold half of Y/N’s body weight.
The girls walk back over to their couch in the VIP section of the club, all of them talking over one another while house music blasts throughout the small room. Back at the bar Lando is constantly looking over his shoulder, trying his best to find Y/N, making sure she stays near him.
Just as he thought, when the bartender finally hands him his drinks she's gone. “Of course she's gone.” Lando scolds himself for thinking that she would have actually stayed.
Placing his hand over the top of her drink, Lando aimlessly walks around the club, trying to find Y/N so he can take her home. Back at the couch the girls are starting to move to the dance floor, all of them going crazy for the international house music being played on the speaker.
As Y/N spins around, her eye catches something in the middle of the club, a pole. The pole is placed in the middle of the club, sitting atop an LED podium. Throughout the whole night many people have drunkenly got on it and sloppily spun around. “Look!” Y/N shouts, all the girls following her line of vision to the pole.
“I need it!” before anyone can say anything Y/N sprints to the empty pole, practically jumping onto it before spinning around. The sudden movement of the pole triggers the people around to stare at the girl. For being absolutely wasted Y/N managed to do pretty well for herself, random girls at the club shoving money in her bra as her friends and random patrons cheer or record on their phones.
The sudden cheering alerts Lando, a big crowd of people move toward the center of the club, Lando turns, seeing what he feared most. Knowing this was going to be a PR disaster for Y/N if the videos got out he abandons her drink on a random table, moving quickly through the crowd covering any camera he can in the process.
“Excuse me, pardon me, sorry.” Lando says to complete strangers before making it to the base of the pole. Without a second thought he grabs her arm, pulling her into him. Drunk off her ass Y/N collides into Landos chest. “Come on, I'm taking you home.” Lando snakes his arm around Y/N’s waist, moving the two of them closer to the door as another girl jumps onto the pole.
“Why did you do that? I was having so much fun.” Y/N pulls away from Lando, folding her arms in front of herself, trying to get some stability.
“Y/N come on, you're too drunk right now.'' Lando puts his hands on his hips, the both of them knowing she has no chance in this fight.
“I'm staying, that's final.” Y/N turns away from Lando, walking back to the big group before suddenly she's swept off her feet. Lando kneels down next to Y/N grabbing her waist once more before throwing her over his shoulder.
Holding onto the back of her knees, Lando pulls his keys out of his pocket as he walks toward the exit of the club, eyes following the pair as they walk away. “Damn Lando, why didn't you ever say anything about this dumpy back here?” Y/N giggles, her face against his lower back.
Lando laughs, carrying her all the way to his car. He holds the door open for her, helping her into the front seat before buckling her in. Lando quickly moves to the other side of the car, typing in Y/N’s hotel a few blocks away, before starting the car and driving off.
“Oh shit!” Y/N shouts, pulling the money out of her stuffed bra. “I'm rich!” She cheers, throwing the money all over Landos car.
“Where did you get all of this?” Lando says, picking up a twenty from the dashboard.
“People just kept giving them to me, I ate.” Y/N shrugs. Lando smiles at the girl, Y/N turns her attention to the window beside her, resting her head against the glass as her eyes start to shut.
Lando plays some soft music to help Y/N fall asleep, within seconds she's out. The drive doesn't take long, about fifteen minutes, when Lando parks he takes a minute to admire the girl beside him, carefully tucking a loose hair behind her ear to wake her up.
Y/N stirs in her sleep, Lando whispering for her to wake up as he goes to her door to help her out. With a combination of alcohol and sleep deprivation it's a miracle Lando got Y/N to her room, avoiding eye contact with guests and staff on his way to the elevator. 
Lando lets the both of them into her room, helping Y/N into bed before placing Advil and water next to her bed. “You're so hot.” Y/N whispers, her glassy eyes stare at Lando.
“You're so drunk.”
“It doesn't mean I can't point out the obvious.” Y/N shrugs, closing her eyes and pulling the comforter close to her body.
“I'll see you in the morning, Y/N.” Lando smiles, setting up a “bedroom" for himself in the living room.
Lando spent the whole night thinking about Y/N, her dancing at the club, what she said before she went to bed. Lando has liked Y/N ever since they joined Formula 1 together, the two have always been inseparable, an iconic duo in motorsport. 
CLACK! “Fuck!” The sound of something falling, quickly followed by a semi quiet swear, wakes Lando up.
A shirtless Lando moves his head toward the sound, his gaze falling upon Y/N wearing a tank top and plaid pajama pants. The pair look at one another, Lando notices her wet hair and beautiful bare face.
“Goodmorning!” Y/N gives lando an awkward smile.
“Good Morning to you too.” Lando gets off the couch, stretching before walking over to Y/N, the girl's eyes looking him up and down before the two become face to face.
“Be honest, how drunk I was last night.” Y/N grabs a banana off the counter.
“Honest?” Y/N nods, wanting to know what stupid thing she did. “There was a pole at the club, it may have gotten a lap dance from a certain female driver.”
Y/N drops her banana, her face getting hotter by the second as she covers her mouth in shock. “No I didn't.'' Lando decided that he wouldn't tell her about how many strangers filmed the whole moment. “Please tell me that was it.”
“You told me I’m hot, which boosted my ego an unhealthy amount.” Lando laughs.
“Oh, that's not that bad.” Y/N shrugs, picking the banana up off the floor. “You are.” She starts unpeeling the banana, taking a bite out of it before going to get a cup of water.
Lando was shocked, too stund to speak. Y/N turns around laughing at Lando’s expression. “What, you seriously didn't know?”
“Know what?” The man quickly asks.
“I've had a crush on you for the longest time, I thought it was so obvious!” She finishes the water, throwing away the remainder of her breakfast.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Y/N stares at Lando, trying her best to read his emotions. “I've had a crush on YOU for the longest time!” Lando explains, both their smiles getting bigger and bigger.
“Well then what the hell are we waiting for!” Y/N steps closer to Lando. “Can I kiss you right now?”
“Always.” Lando replies, taking Y/N face in his hands before kissing her passionately.
“Finally.” Y/N says as the two pull away from one another. “But seriously, remind me to never drink in Canada again.”
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goodnightoilcountry · 1 year ago
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jo's nhl fic rec list !
hi - welcome to my attempt at being a fic writer again. i have a wip list in the works but first things first: my fic rec list of all the works i've found and adored.
if you don't know yet, you will know soon that i am such a sucker for angst. i hope you find something new to love from the list below !
how to navigate
i update this list weekly (try to) and place all the new fic recs at the top under NEW.
when searching for a specific player, they will always be listed under their current team.
* updated saturday 15 march 2025 *
weekly note: the last few weeks i got to really find out how lethal the flu can be! probably for the best bc this fic rec was both an update on the recent fics i've found and loved and a shuffle for players to their new homes. enjoy!!
all summaries outlined have been written by their respective writers. if you do not wish to be featured on this list, please don't hesitate to let me know! this is just an outlet for me to share all my favourite works 🫰🏼
like my selection of fic recs? have a player who's not been featured? let me know and i'll go on a deep dive for you!
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the world never ended (jack hughes) by @leaderwonim summary: y/n and Jack Hughes have been inseparable since childhood, spending every summer at his family’s lake house—until his hockey career takes off and leaves her behind. As Jack’s life moves forward and Y/N tries to do the same, the distance between them grows in ways neither of them expected. But when their paths cross again at a breaking point, they’re forced to confront everything they never said and the feelings that never really went away. word count: 3.8k
the puck-cident (clayton keller) by @captain-huggy-bear summary: You are the unfortunate soul that takes a puck to the face during one of Utah's games, Clayton sees whole thing and demands to be let off the ice. word count: 5.5k
i just had sex with my ex in a new york apartment (nathan mackinnon) by @mattyanonwrites summary: the biggest trade in hockey in years has you texting your ex, something you swore you would never do. but you thought it would be harmless. word count: 7.1k
it ain't me babe part 1 + part 2 (sidney crosby) by @angelsuecult summary: you feel out of place at a wedding with Sidney, left wondering where your relationship is going. word count: 13.3k total
you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes) (matthew tkachuk) by @antoineroussel-archiveword count: 1.8k
double or nothing (quinn hughes) by @sweethischier summary: Falling for a hockey player was risky, but falling for a hockey player your dad coached was an entirely different gamble. word count: 7.4k
so damn needy (quinn hughes) by @sweetestdesire summary: in which Quinn Hughes is a surprisingly needy boyfriend. word count: 1.3k
five chances and one kiss (quinn hughes) by @777bae summary: Five times Quinn has the chance to kiss you, and one time he takes that chance. word count: 5.8k
FIC REC MASTERLIST
total number of fics: 208
anaheim ducks fic rec list players: trevor zegras
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carolina canes fic rec list players: andrei svechnikov - pyotr kotchekov - sebastian aho - seth jarvis - tyson jost
colorado avs fic rec list players: cale makar - erik johnson - jack drury - nathan mackinnon
dallas stars fic rec list players: wyatt johnston
detroit red wings fic rec list players: jt compher
florida panthers fic rec list players: matthew tkachuk
montreal canadiens players: juraj slafkovsky
nashville preds fic rec list players: brady skjei - michael bunting
new jersey devils fic rec list players: jack hughes - luke hughes - nico hischier
new york islanders fic rec list players: mat barzal - matt martin
philadelphia flyers fic rec list players: jamie drysdale
pittsburgh penguins fic rec list players: sidney crosby
toronto maple leafs fic rec list players: auston matthews - matthew knies - mitch marner - william nylander
utah hc fic rec list players: clayton keller
vancouver canucks fic rec list players: arturs silovs - brock boeser - quinn hughes
washington capitals fic rec list players: anthony beauvillier
ALL OUR WONDERFUL WRITERS
thank you to all the incredible fic writers on this godforsaken app ! i am always so in awe of how creative people are and am constantly inspired by your minds ! i can't wait to find more of you on here 🤍
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papenathys · 9 days ago
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Top Books of 2025 (Jan-June)
Thank you @fluoresensitives for tagging me. I am the same, I usually do half and half wrap ups, instead of per quarter, simply because it gives me enough time to accumulate a good number of reads. Giving a short summary for each so people can look them up:
Some Desperate Glory (adult, sci-fi): a child soldier raised on an imperial military space station unlearns some hardcore fascist propaganda when she rescues an unlikely war prisoner from her unit. really well written military deradicalization arc for mc, and overall a solid sci-fi space odyssey novel.
The Calcutta Chromosome (adult, thriller, speculative fiction?): a magnus archives-esque story about computers, scientology cults, time travelling ancient gods and lots of mosquitoes. take three benadryls and walk the streets of north and central kolkata during the monsoon and you'll see this novel unfold vividly.
DD's umbrella (adult, litfic): two novellas about two queer couples in Seoul, Korea, navigating adulthood, economic crisis, personal losses and the nationwide grief following the 2014 sewol ferry tragedy. just beautifully written and endlessly heartbreaking, but ends with hope.
The Fall That Saved Us (adult, paranormal romance): a woman who fled her abusive, religious family of demon hunters and now lives a secluded life in the Midwest, realises one night that she is being haunted by a succubus. it's slow paced, sapphic, sensual, deals with religious and familial trauma and is genuinely poetic and lovely.
Mrs S. (adult, litfic): a young butch matron at a secluded girls' boarding school in England falls for the headmaster's wife. BANGING beautifully written, feverish and horny with lesbian desire, plus captures the nuances of life in a convent school that I really liked.
My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness (adult, manga): recounts the author's journey with coming to terms with her lesbian identity, figuring out her adult life choices, and how alienating it is for queer working class adults in Japan. Really heartbreaking but also weirdly comforting if you are queer and live in Asia and feel like this.
Salt Slow (adult, magical realism): short story collection about bodily transformations, femininity, and all things grotesque, macabre and haunting. I want to be wrapped up in Julia Armfield's prose and put to bed, except it will probably be slimy and smelling of fish scales and salt water and I'll have nightmares.
When We Lost Our Heads (adult, historical): retells the lives of Marie Antoinette and Marquis de Sade by reimagining them as spoilt teenage girls growing up in 1800s Montreal during the American Industrial Revolution. I reviewed this for the Lesbrary, which you can read, but anyway, banging exploration of queer desire, sexuality, class privilege, identity politics, unions and labor movements + what a fun retelling concept!
Small Things Like These (historical, litfic): in 1980s Ireland, a coal merchant discovers the horrifying truths behind the convent operating in his sleepy little hamlet. probably the best book on this list: short, powerful, and somber story about the Irish Magdalene laundries, asking the reader what we owe to each other, but also to ourselves.
Tagging @ripley-stark @somerabbitholes @cuntylittlesalmon @ghostpoetics whoever else wants to.
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sydwritess · 6 days ago
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The Life of Racing Pt. 4
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Lando Norris x fem!reader
Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.
Second Person POV
Warning: swearing
Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!
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It had only taken an hour to get to New York, being so close from Montreal. Everybody started getting off the plane, bags in hand, crowding the exit.
You waited by your seat, not wanting to get involved with the crowd yet. Once it died down, you started making your way forward, eventually exiting the plane.
You were walking through the airport, the crowd separating in their own ways. You just wanted to make it to your hotel for the night so you could get ready.
The airport was busy, security lines filled, people shopping and eating their just because, the homeless people. Just what you thought. It wasn't any different.
You looked at the address of the hotel. It was downtown. You walked outside the airport, standing off to the side and going on your Uber app.
"Y/n, you need a ride?" A voice says next to you. You look over to see Lewis standing there.
"Uh, sure. Yeah, thank you." You say. He nods, and you start walking to his car. You put your bags into his car and got in, he started driving to your hotel.
"So... you and Lando, huh?" He asks, his voice cutting sharply through the silence.
"How do you know?" You say quickly.
"Lando wasn't exactly quiet on the plane." He said, a smile forming on his face.
"Damn." You whisper. "Please don't tell anyone. He can't afford to get fired or, worse, or something -" You say.
"I won't, I promise." he says, putting his hand up from the wheel slightly.
"It's not that I'm ashamed of dating him, but..." You pause. "You see all the shit Horner's going through." You say quietly.
"Trust me. I do. It's not pretty." He laughs out. You nod your head and look out the car window.
He drove you down through the city, reaching the hotel. he parked the car and you sat in there. Not getting out.
"Do you... do you still- you know." You say quietly. He looks at you confused.
"Do you still smoke when you're nervous?" You ask.
"No, that was a couple of times in the past." He says. You sigh slightly.
"Why? What's going on?" He asks.
"I just... I don't know, maybe it's stress. But I can't like calm down. Whether it's at night, restless nights. Or at work, or just... anywhere, I guess. I don't know, people say that I'm too on edge sometimes." You say.
"Well, first of all. I wouldn't listen to them unless you see it yourself. And second... do you think that's the best way?"
"Look, I've trying multiple fucking things, a fucking north pole's list long of things and none of them work." You say. He let's out a slight laugh.
"There's this place my friend works at. On West 33rd Street," He says. You nod.
"Thank you." You say you open the door and step out of the car.
"Y/n."
"Yeah?"
"Just... don't get into much. Once a month. That's your limit. Once every other month at that." He says, pointing to you and smiling.
"I know. I won't." You say. You shut the door and get your bags out of the back before walking into the hotel.
"Hi, Y/n Y/l/n, should be one of the top floors." You say.
"Yep, I just need you to sign in here, and here's your card." The lady says. You sign on the tablet and take the card.
You walk over to the elevators and click the button. The doors open, and you walk inside, clicking the top floor button. The elevator slowly rises up, taking a couple of minutes before you finally reach your floor.
You walk down the hallway, reaching your door quickly before walking in. The room was small, which you didn't mind. You drop your bags down and take out your phone to look at the time.
4:30 P.M. You had three hours before you had to be down to time square. You grab your keys and your phone and walk out of the door.
You go down the elevator and through the lobby, walking outside and through downtown. It was only a couple of blocks until you reached 33rd Street.
You walk down it, seeing the shop lit up. You walk inside, the bell ringing. No one was in there, only the shop owner.
You look around, not even knowing what to do. Or to get.
"You must be Lewis's girl, huh?" The guy asked behind the counter.
"Friend. Just a friend." You say.
"Okay... what are you here to get? He said it's your first time buying." He said. You walk over to the counter, standing across from him.
"Yeah... I have no idea." You say longingly.
"Well, what's the main reason you need a buy?"
"Uh- I just feel like, nervous all the time, overwhelmed, maybe." You say, he nods his head.
"Can't sleep at night, just... restless."
"Restless or awake?"
"Just restless. I'll be tired but can't go to sleep. The people I talk to say I'm on edge all the time." You say.
"Alright, give me one second." He says.
He starts slowly walking around the shop, looking at everything he has. You let out a deep breath, staying at the counter.
"Alright." He says, walking back over to you.
"I got this." he says, putting a jar down on the counter.
"And these. Do you know how to do this?" he asks, placing papers down on the counter.
"Yeah, not that clueless." You say.
"Alright. And since you're good friends with Lewis... family friends discount comes to 29.30 dollars." He says.
"Thanks." You smile. You give him the money and grab your bag, walking out of the shop.
You quickly shove the small bag in the pocket of your hoodie and walk down the street. You reach the hotel again going up to your room.
You unlock your room door, shutting it quietly. You walk over to your bed and put the bag down.
You look around the room more, and you notice a door there. You didn't even notice it before. Suddenly, you hear a knock come from it.
You slowly go over to it, opening it slowly. On the other side, Lando stands there, once again, a big smile plastered on his face.
"Hey, Roomie." He smiles, walking to your side of the room.
"Hey?" You question.
"Isn't this nice. A doorway between our rooms." He said, sitting on your bed.
"You requested it, didn't you?" You ask, shutting the door and going over to your suitcase.
"No, it's just the luck of God love." He smirks. You laugh slightly, opening your suitcase and going through your clothes.
You finally find a dress to wear for tonight. It was somewhat tight fitted but ruffled, making it loose looking. It was kind of see-through to and strapless, but one shoulder was covered by the fabric, making one arm into a sleeve.
You went into the bathroom to put it on. Meanwhile, Lando was exploring your room, acting like it was a different country. You fixed the dress just right, folding it where it needed to be folded, and adjusting the sleeve.
You walk out of the bathroom and go sit at the desk, grabbing your hair supplies on the way.
"Oo, what's in here?" He asks aloud. He starts going through the bag from the smoke shop. The one you hoped he wouldn't pay attention to.
"Wait... your smoking?" He asks. You snap your head around to face him.
"It's - it's only to help me sleep." You say your body freezing.
"You can't sleep?" He asks.
"No... not really."
"Why haven't you told me?"
"I haven't really had time to. We have to hide from like everyone. And when someone does look at us, they think that were together." You say.
"But we are together."
"I know, but they don't know we are." You say, turning back around in the chair. You continued doing your hair. The room was silenced.
"So why don't we show them we are." Lando says.
"What?"
"Tonight. We show up and say we're together." He says.
"Cute."
"I know... you've told me many times before." He said flattered.
"Lando-"
"Please? Look, if we get fired, then so be it. If people give you a hard time, then I'll say it was my idea. If people want to assume shit, then let them assume it." He says.
You sat there thinking. Silent.
"I'll be back." He said, walking back into his room. He was gone for around ten minutes when he came back, full suit on and hair somewhat done.
He walked over to you as you just finished your hair.
"Let me do this. If they have something to say about it... then we'll shut them down." He said, wrapping your arms around you lightly.
"Okay." You say. He smiles before patting your shoulders.
"We have a good hour right?" He asks.
"Yeah, why?"
"Want to smoke?" He suggests, holding up the jar.
"Not here, are you crazy?" You say.
He sighs. "Fine, but later. We'll have a party." He says, smirking.
You finished getting ready for the event, Lando was ready in ten minutes, doing nothing but watching you. Once you're ready, you leave the hotel. You and Lando were in the elevator, almost to the lobby.
"Alright, so do we get the triple chocolate muffin before pictures or after pictures?" He asks. The door opens, and you both walk out.
"Your really hung on that muffin aren't you?" You tease.
"It's sounds good!" He expresses. You make your way to his car. You walk out to it, get in a drive off.
You quickly get to Rockefeller Center. You both walk in and go to the elevators. Instead of clicking the up button, Lando clicks the down button.
"Oh my God." You say quietly, smiling. He looks back at you and smiles.
You both get in the elevator, slowly descending down. You reach rock bottom quickly. You go down the hallway filled with people and reach the shop.
"Wow, look at all of these options." Lando says, mesmerized by the bakery. You stand back and let him order. The women get's the muffin quickly, and he pays and walks towards you.
"You should really have a bite. It's so good." He says, his mouth full of food.
"We need to go." You laugh out.
The two of you rush down to the elevators, getting in one and going all the way to the top floor.
"That... was the best muffin I've ever had." He said.
"Is that your new liking?" You ask.
"Remind me to order a dozen of these before we leave." He says you can't help but laugh.
It takes a while to get up to the top. When you do, you step out of the elevator into the hallway. There were benches inside where people were sat.
"Ready?" He asks, holding up your hand.
"Not with that mess." You say, pointing to the chocolate on his hands.
"Oh shit- can I just- uh." He looked around and found a towel dispensary. He takes one, wipes his hands, and throws it out.
"You are such a man, child." You say, giggling at him. He grabs your hand, walking you out to the balcony where you saw every driver there. Oscar was the first to see you.
"I fucking new it mate." He smirked.
"Good at keeping secrets." Lando said.
"Not that good." He said, turning to you. "I mean - just gawking at you every second he could, like - he was in a trance." Oscar said, smiling widely.
"You can go fuck right off." Lando joked.
"That's your fault." You say.
"Ah, amigo. Veo que finalmente conseguiste a la mujer de tus sueños." Carlos says, opening his arms, walking up to the three of you.
Lando just smiled widely.
"And she took me to get a triple chocolate muffin." Lando said, shaking hands with Carlos.
"Ah, I bet you heard non-stop about that." Carlos says, looking at you.
"Sadly." You say.
Lando and you jump around the balcony, talking to multiple other drivers before picture time. The cameraman had each person stand in a specific spot and a specific posture.
You and Lando stood of bext to each other towards the end. Multiple pictures were taken before you were free to go again.
"Mate, you ready for this premier? Time square shut down just for is." George smirked, looking at Lando.
"Yeah, I know. That's great." Lando smiled. He and George talked for another five minutes or so until Lando started pulling you away back inside.
"What are you doing?" You giggle as Lando grabs your hand and pulls you to the elevator.
"Going down to the bakery before we leave." He smirks.
"Oh my god." You mumble, smiling at him.
The elevator doors quickly open and you two start slowly going down to the basement again.
"You know... now that were official official." Lando said.
He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him and slowly kissing you. You hear the sleeve of his other arm rustle and look over to see him flipping off a camera in the corner of the elevator.
"Oh my." You laugh out. He smiled before kissing you one last time. Just in time for the doors to open.
You both quickly walk down to the bakery and inside.
"Yeah, hi. Can I just have your whole stock of those muffins there." Lando asks the women, pointing to the chocolate muffins.
She nods politely and starts grabbing the tray, more then 15 were on there. She quickly boxes them up, and Lando paid for them, grabbing the bag and walking back out.
You went back to the elevator and slowly rose to ground level.
"You seriously need to try this." Lando said, mouth full of food and bakers box open in his hands.
You laugh slightly before taking a small bite of his.
"What- hey no no no! That's my muffin!" He whines. You giggle at him.
"When you stop wiping your shoes in my car, I'll get my own muffin." You say, smirking.
You walk out of the elevator and through the lobby of the building.
"Wow, you really did buy the whole stock." Carlos said, catching uo with us.
"Mate, these are the best muffins I'll ever have." Lando said. He closed the box and put it back in the bag, walking our to the car and putting it in there.
You and Lando got in his car, driving off to the premier downtown.
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Hey loves! Pt. 4 is here! Hope you like! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open!
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disneyprincemuke · 1 year ago
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what happens in vegas * fem!driver
in their defence, there should not be chapels so readily available to drunk people
pairings: mick schumacher x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver
notes: hi guys i told u i didnt forget about vr, i was just a little mentally blocked from it huhuhu
(series masterlist)
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she takes another shot, stumbling slightly as she hisses when the taste of alcohol finally hits her. she giggles when mick’s arm comes up to steady her slightly, leaning forward to giggle with her after she’s almost fallen to the ground.
“mate,” she says excitedly, grabbing his arm with a wide smile. “thanks for coming out with me tonight! stupid logan got a stupid date.”
“of course,” mick mutters, nodding. he puts his shot glass down on the table and slumps his shoulders. “is there anything else to do here besides drink? this can’t be the only thing vegas is good for.”
she shakes her head and licks her lips. she plants her hand on his shoulder and climbs onto the high seat of the bar, dropping herself into the seat. her eyes widen as she feels herself leaning back slightly, snorting when mick firmly grabs her arm to steady her once more. “we should just keep drinking.”
mick looks around the bar with flushed and puffed cheeks. realistically, they shouldn’t be drinking as much as they are. but she had made a good point when convincing him to get drinks with her at one of the bars on the strip — the day starts late, so why not grab some drinks and make the best out of their time in vegas?
it was a good argument. while they tried reeling liam and oscar to come with them, their girlfriends were in town for the race, which left them both in the bar together.
and logan had simply scored himself a date specifically tonight. which prompted her to curse at him, rambling about how he’s ditched them on an important date.
which then prompted logan to fight back, screaming at her about how they never agreed to do anything together tonight.
sebastian outright claimed that he did not want to take care of a small drunk girl that had the ability to disappear in 0.5 seconds so he chose to sit tonight out. it made her sulk a little bit, but when mick reminded her of the bar they were heading to, she was immediately all smiles and sunshine once more.
she slams her palm down on the slab of the counter top. “mate. do you want to go for a walk and see what else is on the strip?”
“can you even still walk straight?” mick grins, turning to her slightly with his shot glass held up to his lips. she nods enthusiastically, a hand on the back of his seat as she climbs off hers. “are you going to show me that you can walk straight?”
“yes, yes!” she shrieks with her arms in the air. “look at me.”
“heel to toe.”
“yeah, yeah. i know how the sober test works. remember montreal?”
“yes, i was there.”
“okay, whatever. watch me,” she giggles, waving her hand in the air to catch mick’s attention. before she starts walking, she looks up again. “can you even walk straight?”
“yeah, duh?” mick hops off his seat, wobbling when he plants his feet on the ground. “i’ll even show you.”
“ugh, copycat!” she shrieks, shoving him back.
they erupt in giggles when mick stumbles back, grabbing her shoulder to stable himself. “okay, let’s go for a walk.”
mick grabs her arm and yanks her towards the direction of the exit of the bar.
“mick schumacher!” she shrieks, stumbling forward to grab the tab from the table. “we haven’t paid yet! hold on!”
“oh.” mick pulls her into his body, arm slung around her shoulders lazily. “i got the bill tonight.”
“yeah, okay,” she mutters to herself, wrapping her arm around his torso. “let’s go for a walk by the strip? i’m in the mood for some ice cream.”
“i feel like having pizza,” mick mutters, tapping her shoulder lightly. “pizza then ice cream?”
she hums, leaning her head on him. “hawaiian pizza? i know you don’t really like it but–“
“i can’t feel my face.” mick fishes for his wallet in his back pocket. “i’m just hungry — i don’t care what pizza it is.”
“oh, nice,” she nods proudly with a smug grin. “we should hang out more.”
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come to the strip!!! 💗💗💗
oscar tilts his head as he wipes his mouth on the towel. he steps out of the bathroom and pops his head into the room. “babe,” he voices out. “did you get a text from mick?”
“yeah.” she lifts the phone the show oscar. “it doesn’t sound like he sent the text.”
“you reckon they’re immobilised from drinking so much?” oscar giggles, crawling on the bed over to her. “should we go to them?”
lily hums, opening up her arms to receive oscar. he drops himself right next to her and rests his head on her stomach. an arm wraps itself around lily’s waist. “if you want to.”
oscar hums. “i don’t think so. i kinda want to go and sleep.”
a hurried knock lands on the door, making oscar lift his head and look at lily. “are you expecting company?”
lily raises an eyebrow. “i grew up in the uk. i don’t have friends out here, oz,” lily hums, rubbing his back.
another knock lands on the door. “open the fucking door! i know you’re inside!”
“what?” oscar screams, climbing off the bed. he drags his feet to the door, glancing at lily with an eye roll. “i thought you were on a date!”
“didn’t mick text you?” logan asks, appearing out in the hallway with a jacket over his shoulders. “that’s so not mick! we need to go!”
oscar steps back, blinking blankly at logan. he’s already in a different set of clothes than oscar last saw him in. he’s in a pair of sweatpants and a random sweatshirt he knows for a fact that came from her, because it’s got a picture of hello kitty in a racing helmet.
that’s in contrast to his proper date outfit from when he left the paddocks.
“what? mick is definitely taking care of her,” oscar snorts with a laugh. “don’t worry about her, mate.”
logan pushes past oscar. he looks at lily. “what did mick text you guys?”
lily hums, resting her head on the headboard of the bed with a giggle. “ask us to come to the strip. with lots of heart shapes.”
logan throws his head back, pulling at his hair in frustration. “no, mate!” he screams. he bends down to the ground and grabs oscar’s jacket, shoving it into the australian’s chest. “let’s go! get dressed!”
“are you jealous or something?” lily laughs softly, tearing the duvet off her legs. “i’m sure her and mick are doing fine.”
“no!” logan screams, waving his arms into the air. “you’re not listening to me! the text they sent me is different!”
“what do you mean?”
“dude,” logan sighs tiredly, hurriedly shoving oscar towards the door. “they’re at the chapel — they have plans to get married.”
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lily has never run out of the hotel so fast in her life. not out of concern for the situation their friend has gotten herself into; just for the simple adrenaline of a bad decision made in vegas while drowning in alcohol.
logan leads her and oscar through the vegas crowd.
lily squeezes oscar’s hand. “do you really think mick is so drunk that they’re getting married in vegas?”
oscar shrugs. “i really don’t know. we know he’s got that big crush on her, but would he really take advantage of her being so drunk like that?”
“i hope not,” lily mutters. “maybe they’re just as wasted as one another?”
“it would be funny.”
“would it, though?”
oscar shrugs again. “we’ll see.”
“you guys,” logan stops momentarily to turn and beckon them forward, “walk faster!”
lily lets out an airy breath, throwing her head back. “logan, relax. i doubt mick took advantage of her,” lily voices out, walking slightly faster to catch up to him. “he’s a good guy!”
“i don’t care. let’s go.”
they find the chapel fairly easy, logan pushing the doors to the reception area with a mission in mind. “who’s in there right now?” he asks, heading straight for the table with a woman standing behing it.
oscar and lily follow behind him slowly, quite unsure what they’re truly doing here. she’s an adult now — she should be able to stand behind decisions she makes.
especially ones that are made when she’s drunk.
“oh, hey! what are you guys doing here?”
oscar tilts his body, looking past logan. there sebastian sits on the couch with a bag of chips in his hands, leaning back with his legs spread on the ground.
“mick texted you?”
“no,” sebastian shakes his head. “mick called me. told me he was gonna marry my driver and be a full-time wag.”
“they’re inside right now?” logan whirls around, pointing at the closed doors that lead to the makeshift chapel in the building. “why didn’t you stop them?”
the older man shrugs, shaking his chips to get another in his mouth. “they have to learn their lesson.”
“seb!” logan cries, throwing his head back and his arms into the air. “her mother is going to kill you!”
sebastian shakes his head, tilting the bag towards the group of them. “she was called before they walked into the chapel.”
oscar laughs, taking a chip for himself. “really? what did she say?”
“she said good luck with the married life,” sebastian laughs.
“am i the only one who isn’t okay with this?” logan raises an eyebrow with his hands on his hips. “seriously! she’s getting married! they could be signing the papers right now that makes it official around the whole world!”
“lighten up,” lily laughs, rubbing his arm. “i’m sure they’ve got a logical explanation for everything that’s happening.”
the large and grand doors open, high pitched gigges filling the room. “oh, hey! you guys came!” she shrieks, arms linked with mick as they stumble out into the common area.
“dude! what are you doing?” logan screams, throwing his arm into the air. “why are you– no! what were you thinking?” he turns to mick. “come on!”
she stares at logan, smile disappearing she drops mick’s arms. “what?”
“why did you get married? what are you doing?”
mick snorts. “free pizza,” mick shrugs, eyes half open with a smug grin.
“what?” oscar laughs, dropping himself on the couch next to sebastian. he clutches his stomach. “you got married for free pizza? you guys are getting paid millions a year and you’re getting married for free pizza?”
“no, no,” she slurs, crossing her arms in the air. “the thing is–“
she looks back at mick, giggling as mick comes up to pull her into his body. “okay. the story is–“
“tell the story faster!” logan screams, begging them to quicken up the storytelling. “come on! what does free pizza have anything to do with you getting married? in vegas?”
“relax, dude,” mick sighs with a sloppy smile, waving a hand in the air. “it started when we went to this ice cream parlour earlier to get her rocky road.”
she giggles, her hands coming up to cup her cheeks. she taps her fingers against the skin with a giggle. “this guy proposed to this girl in the ice cream parlour — it was so cute!”
“okay?” sebastian raises an eyebrow. “how did this bring us here to the chapel?”
“and they got two free pints of ice cream!” she screams, throwing her arms in the air. “i wanted free ice cream!”
“dolce and gabbana don’t sponsor you so you can pull crap like this for two free pints of ice cream!” logan drops his head into his hands. “i still don’t see how any of this led to you getting married!”
“so i proposed to her in the ice cream parlour jokingly,” mick explains exasperatedly, rolling his eyes jokingly. “with a zip tie we found in her purse, but still.”
“oh, my gosh!” lily squeals, stepping forward to clasp her hands together with the girl. “do you have pictures?”
mick beams. “i do! i asked this random lady inside to take a video of me proposing to my ‘long-term girlfriend’ as a surprise!”
he fishes for his phone in his back pocket, immediately typing away on the screen. he whimpers, pouting his bottom lip out when logan snatches the phone from his hands.
“the story!”
“don’t you wanna hear our backstory as a couple?”
“not really.”
“i’m curious, actually.”
“so my ‘girlfriend’,” mick squeezes her shoulder, “and i grew up together! neighbours, actually!”
she sighs dreamily, resting her head on mick’s arm. she links arms with him and closes her eyes. “classic story of falling in love with the girl next door.”
“wait,” sebastian says. “if he proposed to you inside the ice cream parlour…”
lily tilts her head, looking around. “where’s the ice cream?”
“oh, we snuck into the paddocks and put it into the freezer in my driver’s room,” she giggles, throwing her head back. she leans back lazily, prompting mick to drop his hand to push her back to his feet.
logan steps forward and grabs her arm, yanking her up. “finish the damn story!” he turns to mick again. “seriously, have you both lost all working braincells that you decided to get married in vegas? in vegas? while you’re shit faced drunk?”
“yeah, so after we left the parlour, we went walking by the strip and we walked past this shop that sells pizza,” she explains. “they give free pizza away to newlyweds!”
“you did all this for free pizza?” logan asks, sitting next to oscar on the couch. “i’m gonna be on the news.”
“she suggested that we go to that chapel we walked by — this place — and then go back to that pizza restaurant with all of you to celebrate our… ‘marriage’!” mick laughs. “free pizza, anyone?”
the group stare at the pair in silence: logan showing his distaste for their antics with a scowl, oscar with an amused grin, sebastian still eating his chips and lily simply holding her hands in excitement.
sebastian shrugs, pushing himself off the couch. “convinced me.”
“as long as she doesn’t force me to eat hawaiian, then i guess,” oscar throws his arms into the air. “do they give out drinks too?”
“yeah!”
“really? and everyone is okay with this?” logan asks, narrowing his eyes down as he looks at sebastian. “you’re okay with this?”
sebastian shrugs again. “i’m not her manager or anything — i’m just her race engineer. sometimes grid dad. not tonight, though. all of this happened while i was sleeping tight in my hotel room.”
“oh, lighten up,” she giggles, tapping logan’s shoulder. “i’ll get you a whole pizza for yourself later. don’t be a party pooper — it’s my wedding night!”
— bonus
"alright, wife," mick grins, walking down the hallway of her hotel room floor. "i will see you tomorrow for our fight that will lead to our separation."
"okay, husband," she giggles airily, stopping right by her bedroom door. "i had fun being married to you, mick! i wish it could last longer than this one wonderful night."
mick laughs, stepping back with a grin. "don't forget to drink some water."
she doesn't answer, just grins at him as she taps her card onto the reader. she hears the lock whirl around before she pushes the handle down to open her door.
she takes a deep breath and turns around with a smile. "do you wanna come in for some coffee?"
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Word Count - 7200
Summary: Cole loves to train, and it’s no secret that’s how he’s number three on the Grind ‘24 list. But it’s also no secret that in the summer he loves taking his girl with him to the gym. But what happens when the new check-in doesn’t get the memo that Cole is in fact taken. 
Warnings: jealous girlfriend, easily embarrassed boy, talks of different kinks, VERY sub male, dom female, praising kink, thigh riding
Author's Note: I don’t know a lot about lifting, but I know enough to write this. Also if you're someone who goes to the gym regularly. They are doing a full-body day because you can fight me on it but it’s actually better as far as recovery time. As per usual, I was too lazy to do a full grammar edit, so sorry in advance. Anyway, thank you for reading as always. 
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One of your favorite things to do in the summer was go to the gym with your boyfriend. Honestly, you don’t know what it was that made it your favorite summer activity. Maybe it was because you knew Cole cheered you on like no other when you beat a PR. Maybe it’s because he’s one of the only humans who you truly trust as your spotter knowing that man will injure himself before anything happens to you. Maybe it was that somehow he always wears the same damn white snapback and tightest shorts he has. Maybe it was because you loved being able to tease him in between sets. Maybe it was the fact that you were able to just stare at him while his muscles tensed to lifting the heavy weights. If you were being honest with yourself it was probably a mixture of all the above that made you happily jump your ass in the car before him when he asked if you wanted to come. 
This time was no different when Cole walked into the kitchen and hugged you from behind as he asked if you wanted to go to the gym with him. You happily agreed, especially since you couldn’t go the other day with him due to your work schedule. Quickly nodding your head yes, you ran upstairs to get some leggings on, crew socks because you liked lifting in socks, and a random Montreal crop top with 22 on the sleeve. Once you were done, you threw some vans on and went downstairs to meet Cole in the car. He already had the AC blasting and music on. As soon as you buckle your seatbelt, he is pulling off and handing you your water bottle he filled up. “Here you go Mamas” he shyly says, rarely does he call you by that name and whenever he does it makes himself blush. Deciding to reward him for the pet name you reach over and lightly kiss his cheek. 
“Thank you, baby boy.” you can’t help your smile grow as his cheeks get even more red.
It’s like time escapes you and before you know it Cole’s parking the car.  Both of you are shuffling out of the car. Cole waits for  you at the back of the car and flexes his hand, you know he wants you to hold his hand but he won’t say it out loud. A large part of you loves how shy he still is even after almost a year together. Slowly you reach for his hand that isn’t holding your water bringing it to your lips and leaving a small kiss. “Happy baby?” you ask shyly, he didn’t have to answer you already knew the answer. As you watched his cheeks stay that light red color, and smile shyly down to you.
Once you're inside you hear someone call Cole’s name, you turn your head to see it’s a girl you don’t recognize behind the desk. Cole starts to walk over, pulling you automatically due to your interlocked fingers. “Oh hey Chesley, nice to see you again.” Cole starts to make small talk with the girl and you can’t help but notice how she stands dipping over the counter trying to put her breasts on display. As if that’s not already too forward, she lightly touches Cole's upper bicep as his arm rests on the counter. 
“I’ve been great, I’m so glad to see you again… you know after the other day.” Her voice makes your stomach hurt.
“What was the other day?” you ask even though you know ignoring this girl was probably for the best. The little jealousy that started to brew in your gut couldn’t help but want answers.
“Oh you know when you were working the other day. That’s when I met Chesley and you know how the locker room door gets stuck sometimes y/n/n, well she didn’t know how to get it unstuck and she had to use the bathroom” you nodded your head yes but your eyes never left the girls as she wouldn’t stop staring at you “- and I was the only one here so I helped her.” Cole sounded like he had no idea what he just walked into and he probably didn’t. “Oh wait let me introduce you guys - Chesley this is my girlfriend Y/N, Y/N, Chesley.”  
“Hi nice to meet you.” you say your other hand is going to wrap itself around Coles arm that was still holding your hand. Not caring if it came off bitchy when you didn’t extend your hand especially since she hasn’t stopped batting her eyelashes at Cole since you got here. 
“Hi. oh Cole well if you need anything I’ll be here. I know last time you forgot your water.” The way she said it slipped like it was some secret between them. But it did cause your face to wrinkle in confusion because it didn’t make sense.
“Water? Baby you never forget your water.” you say turning to him.
“I know, but I was leaving as my mom was calling and I guess I got distracted.” His cheeks are still a soft pink from earlier in the parking. You couldn’t help but smirk at how easily embarrassed Cole gets sometimes. As you glance back to the girl, you see her smirking thinking she’s the reason for Cole’s blush, and something twists in your stomach. 
“It’s okay because I let him drink from mine. Plus you earned it shoving that door open after your… Hard workout” As she reached up to touch his arm again. Cole must have finally realized what was happening and pulled away. He really isn’t big on physical touch from people he doesn’t know and the fact he pulled away makes you smirk.  
“Well we're gonna go see ya” you don’t even pretend to be nice as you pull Cole away. You can feel her eyes following you to the turf as you put one earbud in, put on your playlist, and shove off your shoes. 
“Hey mamas, do you want me to spot you first?” he asks as he sets his water down, as you shake your head no. Handing him the other earbud and he quickly puts it in his ear. 
“It’s okay Cole you can go first today, I need to stretch anyway.” Cole can tell by your voice that something is wrong but decides not to push it. He walks over to the barbell that’s on the floor, adding the proper amount of weight while you finish your dynamic stretching. As you look up you can see Chesley starring at Cole while he sets the bar. 
Possessive isn’t a word you would normally use to describe yourself but as you feel your jaw set with her watching your boyfriend shamefully as he bends down to make sure the weights are fully locked in. Something about this girl shamelessly staring at his thighs makes you want to claim Cole, mark him as yours even though she already knows he is. You glance over at Cole as he moves the bench to behind the bar, knowing that means he’s decided to start with hip thrusts. Cole starts his set of twelve reps, slowly raising his hips each time, you can’t help but let your mind wander as you finally start to make your way over to him. Once he’s done with his first set he sits up shoulders resting against the back of the bench, the bar rolling stopping barely mid thighs. You come up to him from behind, separating your legs so they’re on either side of him and sit down on the bench. Your hands remove his snapback teasingly put it on yourself. “Hey give it back.” he says in a fake annoyed voice. His head tilting back so he can see you with a pout on his lips. Both of you know however that his announce and pout are fake and that he likes when you wear his clothes even if it’s just a simple hat. Your fingers lightly scrap at his head, his body automatically relaxing under your touch. His hands move away from where they were resting on the bar, to moving to the sides of your calves pushing you closer to him as he sinks into your legs. “Feels good love.” softly closing eyes, letting himself get lost in your comfort for a few seconds. Although you love this little moment you're having, the jealousy in you, can’t help but glance up at Chesley, as she quickly averted her eyes as you make eye contact. 
“Alright my time for my set.” you say as you remove your fingers from his hair and place his hat back to keep his hair out of his face. As you find both you moving around the gym, you still find the girl’s eyes following your boyfriend. Later when you were benching you could feel her eyes like a bad itch on your skin. Cole being your spotter could feel you start to slip as you were doing reps until failure. 
Cole hand was right there ready to help you if you felt like you needed as you finished one last rep. But once he saw you second guess the last pushup he didn’t give you a choice. “I got you baby.” as he gently helped you lift the bar to lock it in the stand. 
“I am proud of you know, you realize you just benched as much as Luke does. AND you got more reps in than him the other day!” with a small chuckle. 
“Yeah well he’s barely been in the gym all summer so nothing to celebrate.” you mumble annoyed at yourself.  As you watch your boyfriend bend his head over the bar to look at you, slightly frowning at your pout. 
“Okay so he’s a lazy fucker we knew this. But do you want to hear the lecture about how insane it is that you're a girl and your muscle density isn’t-” you pull Cole down with a smile on your face and kiss him upside down.
“What’s that for?” he mumbles, not fully pulling away. 
“To shut you up but also thank you.” you mumble as you pull away you see Cole’s cheeks bright red and as you sit up you see Chesley looking at you both from the check-in desk again. 
This isn’t your proudest moment and you're not sure if it’s you being frustrated that your spotter actually had to rescue you or just Chesley staring all morning at your boyfriend. But you decide at that moment, to turn on the PDA even more which is wild because you and Cole never have this much PDA in general. It’s almost impossible to find pictures of you online together kissing or even cuddling because you both respect your privavy and like keeping intimate moments private. Slowly you started with little touches as Cole set the weights on the rack for himself. He was so focused on what he was doing barely even noticing at first. But as you glanced up you could tell she took notice and you couldn’t help the smirk on your lips. 
Eventually, Cole did catch on to the fact that you would let your fingers ever so slightly graze his arm, or touch his thigh after a set. Everytime, he did you could feel him getting more shy and almost twitch away from your touch in shock. His cheeks looked like a lobster shade of red almost permanently from all the small touches you left behind. 
Later as you were doing jump ups, making sure your ass was on full display for Cole. He got embarrassed when you put your ass practically in his face instead of easily going from the other side. “Sorry Coley” you whine out as you turn around and see the almost permanent blush on his face from today. Once you jump down from the box, take your hand and lightly rub it down his chest and slowly bite your lip trying to look innocent. His dick twitching in his compression shorts between all the touches and now you are looking at him with that look in your eyes.  
“Hey are you okay, love. You’ve been off since we got here.” he asks suspiciously. The gulp he let out didn’t go past you. Part of you started to feel bad for doing this to your boyfriend all morning, but you also didn’t want to hear his reaction to your insecurities about the new girl. 
“Yup peachy.” trying to make your voice a normal tone but failing miserably. He gives you that look that tells you he knows you're lying. But before he can open his mouth you sigh. “I might… be a little jealous.” you barely whisper as you hide your face with your hands and shove it into his shoulder. Naturally he wraps his arms around you, tightening his grip unconsciously as if it was the most natural thing in the world to hold you. 
“Jealous of who?” he whispers, trying to keep his voice down to have a private moment despite being in a semi crowded gym. It wasn’t often you felt insecure or jealous and Cole knew that you probably didn’t want others to hear about you having an off day.As he looked down at you, finally you felt like showing yourself to him and  you removed your hands from your face. 
“The new girl, she won’t stop staring at you and yeah I know you're hot. But I’m literally right here! She could at least pretend to respect me.” With each word your voice raises to more of an annoyance. 
Cole shyly smirks “ okay let her” as he dips his mouth to your ear. “She’s not the one who’s made me hard right now.” You tilt your head up to him and take your hand to caress his check. 
“Oh yeah?” you can’t help but tease him a little.
His mouth finds your ear again, “ yeah you have me almost begging you in the middle of the fucking gym how badly I need you.” He doesn’t bother removing his face from the crock of your neck, pressing his hard on to your thigh. 
“Oh yeah.” your hand goes to the nape of his neck pushing closer. You hear him make a sound of agreement. “What do you want me to do baby boy?” At this point you should probably stop considering you're in the middle of the gym but you wanna see how far Cole is willing to go before he whines to go somewhere else. 
“I just need you please, you can use me however the fuck you want I don’t give a fuck. But if I could choose I’d have you ride me as you used my cock to get yourself off. When my mouth plays with your boobs and you play with my hair while you tell me how good of a boy I’m being for you mamas.” Cole usually isn’t so forward with what he needs especially in public and it makes you drip at the thought of claiming him. 
“Imma grab my shoes okay baby. Can you be a good boy and go to the car and wait?” you can feel him shake his head yes. “Okay good I’ll drive us home baby. I know you don’t wanna get caught by one of the boys as I’m fucking the shit out of you in the car.” You can hear him grunt as he pulls away from you pulling down the ends of his shorts trying to hide his hard-on. He backs away and turns towards the wall where you discarded your slip-on vans earlier and your water bottle. By the time you turn away Cole is already gone and you can’t help but smirk as you know he’s probably already in the car waiting for you with the AC already blasting. 
You quickly make your way out of the gym but can’t help but hear Chesley try to get your attention. “Oh Y/N you're gone so soon! Is Cole not feeling well? He usually spends hours here… with the boys.” Trying to control your breathing but honestly you wanted to clock this girl but knew that Cole loved this gym, you took another deep breath. “Guess you don’t have the stamina that he does.” Her voice sounding like the scratching of nails on a chalkboard, although you control yourself not to hit her, your mouth isn’t as easily convinced. 
“Actually Sarah was it? We just decided to get some cardio done at home instead. Cole didn’t think the owners would like it if we fucked in the middle of the turf.” Your voice comes out so sweet and innocent pretending that you have no idea why Cole would see anything wrong. You smiled as her mouth fell open, “well see ya around” as you walked out of the gym and quickly made your way to the car. Opening the driver's door you let yourself get settled in the seat, purposely not looking in Cole’s direction. You grab your airpod case and put your airpod away realizing that Cole already put the other one away. 
As you adjusted the seat and mirrors to be able to drive home you could feel Cole’s eyes burning into the side of your face. Finally you decide to give him a little attention, “thanks for listening so well baby.” as you take your right hand off the wheel and put it on his thigh slowly moving your hand up and down. All of the teasing must have gotten to Cole more than you thought because he softly buckled his hips trying to get you to put pressure where he needed it most. “And just when I compliment you for being a good listener you try to be a brat.” Your mouth making a ticking noise of disapproval as you turn onto the highway heading back to Cole’s place. 
“Please, i’m sorry” you can hear the pleading in his voice even though your eyes are 0n the road. It kind of hurts your heart a little denying Cole when he didn’t do anything wrong. 
“I know baby boy, it’s okay, I’m not mad” you say as your hand inches closer to where he needs it. Coming up on your exit, both of you realize you're only ten  minutes away from his place. “What do you need?” you ask softly as your hand gently goes over his bulge and gives a light squeeze. His one hand was going to squeeze your wrist, the other that was leaning against the window flexing as he leaned his head back. 
“I - I na need” you could tell Cole was getting overwhelmed and for once you were grateful you were close to home so he didn’t get too worked up before he could have his release. 
“Do you want me to help you cum?” you ask, your hand still not removed from the bulge that as you glance over makes you squirm from how uncomfortable it looks like it is, Cole shakes his head no quickly.
“Nnn, no. I want you, I wanna taste you mamas.” His words have more of an effect on you than he even realizes. But sadly it logically doesn’t work if you're driving and Cole knows that too. 
“Baby we're five minutes from home now okay and then you can have me I promise.” The hand that was on his bulge moved to his face and squeezed his cheek. The pout on his lips makes your knees feel weak. He shifts in his seat so that he can lean over so that his head is resting against your upper arm. Both of your hands now on the wheel for the first time this entire drive. It takes everything in you not to pull the car over and just take care of him right here but being so close to home it just doesn’t make sense. 
“I know.” you hear Cole mumble, although you're not looking in his direction, you suspect that his eyes are closed and that he’s pouting. Removing your right hand from the wheel you find one of his and put it under your crop top. His head lifts up as he feels his hand move under your shirt. 
“Mamas?" he asks in a questioning tone probably thinking about how obvious it looks to the people we pass as I turn into his neighborhood. 
“It’s okay baby, you got tinted windows.” That's all it took for Cole to unbuckle his seatbelt so he could shift in his seat fully to face you. He dipped head under your crop top and you could feel him push up at your sports bra desperately as his mouth closed on your right boob and sucked. His right hand going across your chest to squeeze the other one. “Fuck bubs. Hmmm..” one hand busy turning on your street, while your other hand goes to press Cole’s head deeper into your chest. His mouth is swirling and sucking hard on your nipple now. Wanting him to know that he’s doing a job you let out a small moan. He moans in response with your nipple in his mouth, the feeling going straight to your core. “Coles were home” you whisper, quickly removing your hand to press the garage remote. Driving into the garage and parking. Cole still hasn’t moved from under your shirt but now that the car is parked at least you can let yourself get lost in the feeling. 
Throwing your head back against the headrest and closing eyes. Your hand going under your shirt to pull at Cole’s hair, not sure where his hat disappeared to but grateful you were able to touch his hair finally. After a minute or so you became antsy to go inside. “Cole baby, it’s time to go inside.” you say in a semi-serious tone. All you hear from Cole is a grunt that you can assume means no as he squeezes your boob not his mouth harder. “Come on baby, we gotta go inside, you're acting like a brat bubs. Don’t you like being a good boy.” knowing exactly what to say for Cole to remove himself from under your shirt and start to move finally. As he pulls away, you catch him in a needy kiss, biting his lip by surprise easily taking control of the kiss. Deciding that you need to move away before you end up not leaving the car. Both of you rush out of the car, Cole running around the hood to meet you picking you up unexpectedly makes you chuckle as he sits on the hood of his car, quickly stepping between legs. He connects your lips again but quickly you take control of the kiss, Cole moaning in response. He pulls away after a minute to catch your breath, and he pulls on your shirt, refusing to use his words. 
“Baby you know you have to use your words. What do you need bubs? You gotta tell me.” you say slowly encouraging Cole to use his words instead of pouting. He also knows when he uses his words 90 percent of the time he gets what he wants. But when he’s in this state of mind, of needing to be taken care of. He tends to struggle with using his voice, which actually turns you on even more but you will never admit that to him. 
“Can I take it off mamas?” softly pulling at the fringe at the end of your shirt. He looks up in your eyes and you shake your head yes. He quickly grabs your shirt and rips it off the top of your head. Quickly making contact with your chest leaving soft wet kisses and soft bites everywhere but not hard enough to leave a mark. The feeling makes you lean your hands back to give him more access. “I wanna taste you.” he whimpers as he continues his attack on your chest slowly moving up to your neck. 
Quickly you move your arms that were extended behind you to around his neck, crossing your legs behind him. “Take me upstairs, first baby boy.” you demand.
“Okay my love.” As he picks you up and turns you both so he can carry you up the few garage steps and into the house effortlessly. Both craving each other, you lean in and continue to deepen your previous kisses, quickly feeling more desire for eachother then before. Cole can’t stop whimpering as you pull at his small hairs at the back of head as he enters the bedroom. He softly places you on the bed, without breaking contact with your kiss. Both of you kick your shoes off as soon as you make contact with the bed. He slowly pulls away sitting up on his knees to catch his breath asking, “can I please eat you out now mamas.” 
Cole usually doesn’t whine for this long, he also usually doesn’t have to wait this long for what he wants. As much as you want to to edge him on and push his limits. The idea of him sinking when he never has before makes you nervous. “Okay baby go ahead.” The smile on his face makes your stomach warm with anticipation. Lifting your hips, you help Cole take your leggings, underwear and socks off. Deciding to take your sports bra off as well. 
“Wait bubs, you gotta take something off too” reaching forward you pull his shirt above his head. Slowly you scoot up on the bed to give him more room to lay down. Leaning against the headboard as Cole dips his head down giving you wet kisses, lightly nipping your soft skin on your stomach as he makes a trail to your pussy. Moving your legs to make more room for himself, keeping his hands on your thighs making sure they stay further apart to give him more access to your core. Slowly he dips his head down and looks up at you waiting for your direction. One of your hands is going to move the hair out of his face, “go ahead baby.” 
That’s all it takes for him, to shove his mouth in your folds licking up and down as if his mouth had been in a drought for days and this was his first sight of water. He closed his eyes enjoying tasting you after begging for it for so long. His hands pressing down on your thighs pushing you closer to you. The hand that wasn’t playing with his hair, going to your boob to play with your nipple. “bubs feels good, always such a good boy for me.” you softly coo your encouraging words to your boyfriend. He decides to put your attention on your clit, moaning as he hears your breath catch in your mouth. The sensation going straight to your core, feeling yourself being worked up. Deciding that if you were gonna cum off of his mouth you needed a new angle. Pushing his face away, he got the message and pulled away, not without a small pout on his lips. 
“Lay down on your back.” your demanding  tone leaving no room for argument. Quickly he laid down beside you, his head resting against the pillows. His leg twitching in nervousness not going past you, as you smirk down at him. Sitting on your knees beside him your hand goes to lightly go over his bulge in shorts. Knowing that it was mean but not caring as the idea came to you. “Bubs you're wearing too many clothes, I’m gonna take your shorts off.” Your fingers moving up to his lower stomach, pushing down in the start of his v-line making him whine a little in response. Then returning your hand to his bulge and giving a light squeeze, Cole bulks his hips in response not caring if he got punished for it. “Babyboy wait, then once you're undressed, I am gonna sit on your face and use your mouth to get myself off.” As you slowly start to pull at his shorts and boxers he lifts his hips automatically to help you. His brows frown, wanting to know what happens next. 
Barely over a whisper he asks “ then what?” 
“I’m gonna tease you, and suck you off until you're begging for me to ride you and let you cum inside me.” Lightly take your pointer finger and trace the vein that’s so visible on his dick. “Do you think you can handle that bubs?” you ask as you start to sit, getting ready to swing your leg over his shoulder. 
“Ahmm.. yeah mamas” 
“Good boy.” Finally, swinging your leg, before you lower yourself all the way down you ask “remember the sign if you need a break right.” making direct eye contact with his hazel-gray eyes. He shakes his head and with that you sit down, your hands resting on his chest for stability. Slowly you start grinding on his face. Cole’s hands go to the back of your thighs, kneading the flush there slowly creeping up to your ass, pushing you even closer to him. Quickly you find your pace, rolling your hands as Cole’s long tongue goes in and out of your core. The pleasure slowly starts to build, you increase the speed of hips rolling, basically just grinding on his face. 
“Yeah right there baby. Don’t stop.” you encourage him. Your nails starting to dig into Cole’s chest, the little bit of pain Cole felt going straight to his dick. His hands are scratching down the back of your thighs. Starting to feel the familiar coil your stomach straightens to tighten. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop.” His nose starts to nudge at your clit, as Cole pushes you down making you sit completely on him. That being the final act being enough for the tight warm feeling your stomach to explode. “FUCK fuck I’m coming Cole. fuck” repeating it like a prayer, Cole only mildly slowing down his actions licking up all your juices as you work yourself through your orgasm. Finally, parting from his mouth you crawl down to his boxers.
“Did I make you feel good?” he shyly asks. God how you loved this man, and how he always needed to be reassured that he made you feel good. 
“You did so good baby” you softly tell him, as you straddle him. His hands go to your hips pulling you closer as you bend down so your chest is flesh with him. Starting at his most sensitive spot on his neck, immediately getting his breath to catch in his throat. Smirking as you do kitten licks, finally putting your mouth on the spot and sucking making sure to leave a bruise. “Gotta make sure I mark you so that girl knows you're taken.” The jealous feelings from earlier today slowly rising in your chest again. 
He squeezes his hands on the flesh of your hips at your words. “Mark me everywhere, cause you're the only one who I ever want to see me like this for the rest of time.” His cheeks immediately became bright red, you know that he didn’t mean to confess so much and it was in the heat of the moment. But you can’t help the butterflies form in your stomach. Kissing his cheek giving him nonverbal comfort for his confession. 
Moving on you make your way down his chest, leaving hickies on the center of his chest. Licking down each of his abs, up and down and up again. Then softly biting each ab, probably leaving bite marks, Cole doesn’t seem to care as his moans grow into groans at the pleasure. “Ppp ple- please mamas.” almost as if he’s crying out.
Glancing up at him, you see how overworked he’s getting. “I taught you better than that bubs, use your words.” Your mouth doesn’t leave his lower stomach as you make eye contact with him through your lashes. 
Cole takes a few seconds to collect himself as his hands up and down your shoulder blades, something you know he does when he’s feeling a lot of things and needs to ground himself. “Mamas it hurts.” he whines out taking another ragged breath. “Can you please help me cum.” He begs and you swear you could never say no to him when he asks so politely. You shake your head yes, and you kiss down the side of his v-line. Quickly making your way down, you leave little love bites and kitten licks up both of his thighs alternating between the two. Moving his legs so bent and open more giving you more room to down properly between them. Cole is a whimpering, moaning mess at this point. Each sound from his loops turning you on more and more. Finally making it his almost red tip, softly kissing and licking it between the slit. Cole automatically bulking his hips. Taking your hands you push down on each of his hips so he can’t move them any more. His heads going to your hair and you know that it’s going to be a matted mess but the end of this. 
Taking your tongue, you start at the base and lick down the same vein you were teasing earlier. Then going back to kiss each of his balls which you know he would describe as ‘blue balls’ if you asked him. “Fuck mamas, feels so good” his eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure your finally giving him as your mouth puts the tip in your mouth. Softly sucking, slowly taking more and more until your softly choking. Cole usually isn’t this vocal in bed but you're loving how much he always moans and grunts when you take him in your mouth. His fingers threaded in your hair, as you moved the pace of your mouth. Cole never dares to push your mouth down, scared that he might accidentally hurt you since he knows he’s bigger than most. “Augh I- I am close” he whispers and he starts moving his hips unconsciously. Deciding to quicken your pace to help him cum faster, within minutes he’s crying out in pleasure and curse words as he shoots his cum into you. Continuing to suck until he comes all the way down, and tries to wingle out of your grasp scared over getting overstimulated. Finally you pop yourself off of him, a huge smile on your face as you look up on Cole as he looks properly fucked out, that glow on his skin as he pulls you up to his face. Softly he brings you into a kiss “Thank you mamas.” he whispers once he pulls away for air. 
Kissing his neck softly, as he arms tighten around you. Sitting up stranding is lower stomach, you have a devilish smirk on your mouth. “no love I don’t think I can” Cole says knowing where your brain is going without you even saying it. 
“Oh I think you can, but if you insist I know how to give you some rest while I still get what I want.”  your voice is cheekily teasing as you pull Cole to sit, sitting fully in his lap. 
“What?” he softly asks his forehead resting on your shoulder. 
“I'd rather show you.” as you move your leg so you're straddling just his right thigh. Taking your left hand resting it on his cheek to turn his head in your direction. Moving your head to crain of your neck, as you sit fully on his thigh grinding down. Bending down slowly whispering in his ear “what if I just use you again to get off, it wouldn’t be the first time I use your thigh.” His hands tightening on your hips, his grip so tight you would be shocked if you didn’t have little bruises on them later. He hums in response as you softly kiss the hickies you gave him earlier in the crook of his neck as you continue to softly grind on his thigh. “What do you think, you wanna watch me use you as I use you to get off. I’ll let you play with my boobs. While I use you to get off, I’m not evil bubs.” Softly moving down to the spot between his collarbone and neck biting hard as he groans in his pleasure. 
“Fuck. Please” he mumbles as he softly puts his left boob in his mouth tightening his grip on your left hip. That’s all it took for you to roll your hips at a faster rate, alternating between rolls and purely grinding down on him. Breathing between both of you becoming uneven again, as you glance down to softly tease Cole’s cock as it’s already getting hard again. Cole softly bites down on your nipple, removing his mouth to hiss as you continue to softly tease him. “Do you want me to stop, I don’t know if I can get off watching you hard on. I'd rather be riding you.” letting you confess out quickly, your intrusive thoughts taking over as you slip off his thigh fully straddling him again teasing him with your hole. 
“Yeah I need you mamas please.” as he rests his forehead. “Wanna feel your warmth mamas.” You softly kiss his pouty lips, as your core clench at his words, pulling away from kiss whispering yes. Sitting down on him getting used to him, throwing your head back in your mouth at finally feeling full. Cole starts making little kisses on your chest and down the valley on your breasts as you start to bounce softly on his dick. “I wanna make you feel good please.” as he looks up at you silently asking if he can continue his attack on your breasts. 
“Go ahead baby boy.” that's all it took for him to put your nipple in your mouth, his hand kneading your other one, flicking and pinching the hard nipple. His hand on your hip shows the first sign of dominance from him today, by helping you keep an even pace. All that can be heard is your soft moans and skin slapping. Cole takes the hand that was kneading your boob to your ass kneading the flush until you're sure it’s bright red. His mouth going to your other boob deciding it needs attention. “Ugh ugh Cole fuck, you feel so good. You always fill me so well.” you voice is low, filled with your lust for the man you love. Your hand slips between the two of you to give your clit attention, rubbing small harder than normal circles on it. Your other hand moves to his hair, threading your fingers through his dirty blonde hair pulling at the roots. Cole’s mouth opened slightly at the pressure and groaned. 
“Fuck bubs. You feel so fucking good, swear your dick was built for me.” His hand on your hip helps you fasten the pace. His hips help meet your thrusts, making him hit your g-spot with every thrust.  All you can do is moan as you feel your entire body on cloud 9 from the pleasure you're feeling. “Augh augh fuck baby, your always so good for me.” you slur out due to the pleasure you feel from the start of your lower stomach tightening. 
Cole removes his head from your breast to ask “mamas i- i am gonna cum.”
“No” you demand. “Wait for me. I’mm close wait for me. Will let go together bubs.” leaning your head back as Cole leaves wet kisses down your collarbone, quickly removing the hand that was on your ass and lightly slapping it. “FUCK.FUCK. YES YES YES” you scream. Cole going back and slapping your ass a few more times, you can feel yourself about to let go.  “Let go baby, it’s okay.” 
That’s all it took for Cole to lean back and moan in pleasure as he shot his cum filling deep in your pussy and you let go. Both not stopping your thrusts until you come completely now. Cole just holds you for the first time today, kissing down the top of your shoulder while you catch your breath. “I love when you use my body.” he softly admits. 
“Oh yeah” your head softly setting into his neck. Although you can’t see him you can feel him shake his head. His fingers lightly ghosting up and down your back as he leans back so he’s laying down still on top of him. 
“You're the only one who I’ve ever let dominate me.” he admits, your head lifting up in shock.
“What?” The confusion is clear in your voice.
“You heard me mamas. You're the only one I feel safe enough to give that type of control to.” He admits his cheeks become a light pink as he lets his words sink. 
“Thank you baby. I love you.” as you leave soft kisses all over his face. Slowly you lift your hips to remove yourself, but his hands stop your hips. 
“No, we stay like this. I like being close to you.” Turning your bodies so you're both on your sides as he looks directly into your eyes waiting for a response. 
“Okay” you lightly let out, shifting again so you're on your back, Cole’s full body weight on you, as he settles between you. As your legs come up behind his back and hold him there. His face hiding in your breasts, softly kissing the valley of your breasts as he lets out a light thanks closing his eyes. He looks so comfortable you can’t help closing your eyes, your hands playing with his hair. Sleep almost grasps your consciousness. Cole's voice brings you out of sleepiness for a moment. 
“Mamas.” in a questioning tone to see if you're still awake.
“Hmmm” still not bothering to open your eyes.
“For what it’s worth, I like when you get possessive over me.” His tone is as if he’s listing a well known fact, as he snuggles deeper into you as you can feel him pulling a blanket over the both of you. The laugh that escapes your mouth is contagious as you feel Cole’s chest rumble above you. 
“Okay baby I’ll keep that in mind, let’s get some sleep.” you let out, little did you know Cole was already letting out little snores before you could finish your sentence.
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the-physicality · 1 year ago
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.... it was like 2 minutes.... i really thought she was going to be the interview of the week but it was a headlines announcement
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chukys-mouthguard · 9 months ago
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featuring -> arber xhekaj x female reader (florian xhekaj also included)
genre -> angst, fluff, suggested smut - bar fight with protective arber standing up for his girlfriend when a drunk man tries hitting on her
note -> not proofread, been trying to get this posted for daysss, and wanted something up for y’all since it’s been a bit :)
The evening's plans weren’t anything crazy; a night out at the bar with Arber, Florian joining as he was still in Montreal competing for a possible roster spot. The opportunity to hangout with Arber and Florian was never one you’d turn down, as Florian had become your best friend next to his brother of course. Plus, anytime you got the two Xhekaj boys together you were surely in for an exciting night.
“Now boys, let’s just keep this a peaceful night out okay?”
You had each of the boys on your arms, joking as nights out with them usually resulted in some sort of drama. Both of them rolled their eyes as they reassured you that all the previous times weren’t their fault, because why would they ever admit to starting a fight? Only ever admitting to finishing them.
The bar was one you and Arber frequented, liking that he wasn’t usually recognized and you were able to enjoy a night out without loads of fans crowding him. Florian, being a younger guy in the organization, didn't have much of a following, so he passed as just another average Joe among the crowd of people. Though sometimes you wished they’d get recognized a bit more to get some free drinks out of it to lessen the hurt when you checked your tab at the end of the night. But if you had to weigh the pros and cons, you would choose them not being recognized over free drinks any day.
It gave you the freedom to dance with Arber and do as much PDA as you pleased. Not having to worry about cameras in your faces or people running to Twitter to share things about the two of you.
Arber ordered the first round of drinks, he and Florian both opting for beer while you preferred your go-to Tito’s and lemonade. Which Arber made sure to get with light ice and a slice of lemon, exactly how you liked it.
“Thank you baby.”
You smiled up at him as you traded him your card for the drink, the usual routine for nights out when Arber didn’t want to be recognized. He’d always pay you back for whatever the tab was the next day, but some nights he just preferred to avoid the chance of the bartender looking at his card and recognizing his name.
“Promise we won’t go too crazy tonight sweetheart.”
Arber smiled as he kissed your head, his hand lightly tapping against your ass playfully as you just shrugged sipping your drink.
The three of you found a high top table off to the back of the bar, enjoying people watching and just enjoying your drinks. Never being dance floor people when it was the three of you, especially considering Arber and Florian were brothers. The last thing you wanted was to be grinding on Arber while staring Florian in the face.
“Arber, your fight is getting ready to start.”
Florian gestured towards one of the flatscreens hung behind the bar. A UFC fight that Arber had been looking forward to all week long was being previewed. He smiled from ear to ear as they showed his choice to win getting ready to head to the ring.
“That’s my boy, he’s gonna win by a knockout. I’m calling it now.”
Bringing his beer to his lips you just shook your head, never much of a UFC fan, though you’d watch occasionally along with Arber.
As you finished off your first drink, your eyes went wide as you heard a familiar song begin to blare through the speakers.
“Florian, you’re kidding, we have to.”
Turning to Florian, his beer bottle frozen against his lips, you smiled like a fool as you waited for him to realize what was playing.
“Oh my god, no way. Let’s go!”
Florian chugged the rest of his beer before he took your hand, following you through the crowd as you found a spot for the two of you.
Charli xcx’s 360 was blasting throughout the bar, a change of pace from the typical music they played, but you and Florian didn’t mind. The song being one the two of you constantly sang together and were obsessed with. Arber simply watching was a smile as he laughed at how ridiculous the two of you were.
He’d never had to question Florian with you, knowing that your relationship was strictly friendly. If ever just the two of you, Florian even would act as your boyfriend to keep you safe from any drunk idiots that would try to have their way with you. So Arber didn’t bat an eye when your hands held his or your arm wrapped around his neck as you jumped up and down to the beat. Knowing it meant nothing, recognizing you were safe with his brother, he headed to find a seat at the bar to watch the UFC fight.
The song had come to an end and you were in desperate need of a drink, Florian staying behind to chat someone up on the floor.
“Tito’s and lemonade please.”
You smiled at the bartender as you found a spot comfortably next to Arber, seeing his eyes fixated on the UFC fight, but his hand lightly grazed yours to acknowledge you next to him.
“Can I get that for you?”
Your smile faded as you looked to your right, a drunken man smiling from behind his beer bottle as he gestured towards your glass.
“No, it’s okay. Honest.”
He chuckled as he scooted closer to you, glancing over his shoulder before he leaned in to whisper to you.
“You know, I saw you on the dance floor. And I think you really should find yourself an older man. That boy surely doesn’t know how to please you.”
Now you were the one laughing, knowing he’d meant Florian. The man clearly oblivious to the fact of who your boyfriend actually was, because if he knew he wouldn’t dare make a move on you.
“Trust me, you don’t want to go there, okay?”
“What, that punk is gonna do something? He probably couldn’t even land a punch. Get you a real man who can actually defend you baby girl.”
Shaking your head you glanced towards Arber, his eyes focused on the UFC fight but his jaw was clenched. Letting you know that he had overheard everything, but so far he felt you were handling your own.
“I’m just warning you, making comments like that, it’s not gonna end well for you.”
“What’s that punk gonna do about it huh?”
The man leaned in, his hand reaching for yours as his face was inches from you. The smell of alcohol on his breath repulsed you as you leaned back. Arber immediately turned to catch the moment, an arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his chest.
“He’s not gonna do shit, but I will, how about that? You feeling tough now, big guy?”
A slight smile came across your lips as you could see the regretful look on the drunken man’s face as he realized he’d likely bit off more than he could chew.
“Hiding behind your girl huh? Very big of you. You weren’t opposed to sharing her on the dance floor, how about sharing her with me for the night. I promise I won’t bite, unless she likes that.”
A disgusting smirk came across the man’s lips as he reached out to tuck some hair behind your ear, Arber immediately standing up as he moved you behind him. Florian running from across the bar as he’d caught the tail end of things, making sure you were okay before he’d joined Arber. The two of them staring down the drunken man and his friends.
“Don’t you fucking touch her. I’ll put you on your ass in front of everyone in this bar and show them what a fucking loser you are.”
“You and your little sidekick here?”
The guy chuckled, looking at Florian and immediately underestimating him as he looked like an eighteen year old that you’d dragged along to be your designated driver.
“What’s the deal here huh? You guys both banging her? Or does he do the work and you just watch?”
Before Florian could spew his comeback, Arber’s fist connected with the drunken man’s jaw. Sending him stumbling into the arms of his friends as he grabbed at his face.
“God dammit Arber.”
Florian rolled his eyes, wishing that Arber would’ve left things alone. You tried to reach for Arber and pull him away, the last thing either of these boys needed was to get in trouble for a bar fight. That surely would jeopardize a roster spot for them.
But before you could get Arber’s attention, one of the drunken man’s friends sent Florian stumbling to the ground with a right hook.
“Fuck.”
You cursed to yourself as you knew things would surely be escalating from here, Arber never one to back down from a fight. Especially when Florian was involved. He didn’t even bother looking at his brother, knowing he’d get back to his feet and be fine, he’d taken worse punches in his day.
You kept your distance, not wanting to get in the middle as Arber grabbed the drunken man by his shirt, landing a right hook as the man’s friends tried to get in on the action. Florian quickly stepped in and pulled them off of Arber as you watched security quickly making their way over towards the chaos.
“Florian, grab him, we gotta go. Now!”
Florian wrapped his arms around Arber’s, pinning them behind his back as he pulled him away from the group of drunken men. The three of you heading for the door before security could get close enough to identify you, disappearing into the crowd as they had turned their attention to the men left bloody at the bar.
While you appreciated Arber standing up for you, it was a series of events you knew could’ve and should’ve been avoided. The idea of him and Florian jeopardizing their positions with the team because of a dumb bar fight was something you hoped wouldn’t become a reality. Hopefully you’d left the bar before anyone was able to identify the boys or worse take any photos or videos of the altercation.
The drive back to you and Arber’s shared apartment was quiet. Florian lectured Arber a bit which was an interesting change of pace, simply telling him he can’t be so impulsive, regardless if the guy was out of line or not. You knew you didn’t have to say anything to either of them, but you’d still take the opportunity to give Arber your two cents when you were alone at home. Which he was trying to calm himself down for so that he didn’t blow up on you or impulsively react negatively towards you.
“Alright, ice that hand a bit. Try to clean up as best you can, coach is surely gonna ask about that tomorrow. Y/n, you have my permission to give him hell in there.”
You laughed as you rolled your eyes, climbing from the back seat of Florian’s truck as you wrapped an arm around Arber’s.
“How about you worry about hiding your black and blue jaw Florian? Good night!”
You smiled at him as you pulled Arber towards the doors of your apartment building. His expression was anything but amused, his pulse still beating a bit fast as he was trying to relax but the whole event had him furious.
The ride in the elevator was quiet, his hand holding tight to yours as his thumb traced circles over your skin. Usually the only thing he could muster when he was angry, never able to be cold towards you completely.
He headed right for the bathroom once inside the door, knowing you’d follow and pull out a first aid kit to assess the damage while also giving him shit. But he never took offense, he knew it was wrong to be getting in bar fights, no matter if he thought it was warranted or not.
“So, we’ve got cut up bloody knuckles. A nice black eye forming here, a slight cut lip. I’d say it’s not the worst I’ve seen you walk away with.”
A soft smile appeared on your lips as you began to dig through the first aid kit. Arber watched you as he clenched his fist, trying to ignore the pain he felt. His anger finally subsided, an apologetic look in his eyes and you looked up at him. Your hand moving to tilt his face away from you as you cleaned up his lip.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re mad.”
You sighed as you shook your head, digging back through the kit as you turned your attention to his hand.
“I’m not mad Arber, I just don’t think you two needed to get wrapped up in something like that. I mean, you have to set an example for Florian. And bar fights, that’s an easy way for you to lose your spot and for him to earn a bad reputation right out of the gate. I just, I need you to think before you throw a punch next time.”
Arber winced as you cleaned his knuckles, trying to maintain his tough guy image despite the pressure against his cut up skin with the alcohol soaked gauze.
“You want me to just sit back while a guy disrespects you like that? Puts his hands on you? Fuck that. He opened his mouth so I had to put him in his place.”
His frustration began to slightly build up once more, replaying the words spoken by the man in his head along with the image of him touching you. Arber took a deep breath as he knew it was no use getting worked up over it all again.
“Or, you could’ve simply given him your two cents, and walked away. Because now how are you and Florian going to explain these bruises to the coaches tomorrow? You two fought each other drunk?”
He watched as you packed up the first aid kit with a sigh, his hand moving to tuck some hair behind your ear behind caressing your cheek.
“I’m sorry, I know you were trying to stop things from getting to that point tonight. I just can’t help that I love you so much. The sight of another man touching you, or hearing them talk to you like that asshole did, just made my blood boil.”
Your eyes shifted from the first aid kit to meet Arber’s, seeing the apologetic look in his eyes as he smiled softly.
“I’m happy to know you love me so much you’d fight someone for me, but as much as I like the sight of you a little roughed up, I prefer you without a scratch on you babe.”
Your hands tangled in his hair as you moved to stand between his thighs while he sat on the edge of the bathtub.
“Oh come on, you love me with my battle scars.”
His hands slid up your thighs, resting on your ass as he playfully smacked it, biting his lip as he stared up at you.
“Mmm, I do love them. Except they make it a little hard to kiss you when your lip is busted.”
Arber licked his lip, gauging the size of the wound with his tongue.
“I think we could manage not to make it any worse. Plus, I think I deserve a little thank you for being your knight in shining armor tonight don’t you think?”
You rolled your eyes as you shook your head, Arber’s hands moving from your ass to your hips as his fingers dipped below the hem of your shirt to tickle your skin.
“You sure you don’t want to call Florian? Since apparently you guys share me?”
You laughed as you headed into your shared bedroom, discarding your top before climbing onto the bed. Arber playfully gagged as he followed behind you, one hand caressing your cheek as he kissed you, the other working on the button and zipper of your jeans.
“Baby, if you’re trying to turn me on, don’t ever fucking mention my brother getting to do anything sexual with you. We both know I’d never share you with anyone let alone my brother.”
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bunny-jpeg · 1 year ago
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dutchman's tongue
max versappen
cw: oral/fingering (femme receiving), afab!reader, loosely translated dutch and french (it's been a while since i spoke it), doggy style, unprotected sex,
bunny says: congrats on the win last week max! it's good to make use of my ability to speak/write in dutch and french (although a lil rusty!)
max had a way with his tongue. growing up in belguim there are three official languages but the two being french and dutch. you found his linguistic talents very interesting.
a lot of the time it was quite comically, he'll know the word in english, but somewhere along the way of thinking it, it'll get translated into one of the other languages we spoke.
"that thing." he snapped his fingers. he squeezed his eye shut to think of the word, "come on."
you looked at him, not even know what he was thinking.
"chou-fleur."
"cauliflower?" you replied.
he nodded, "yes!" he smiled at you. you had picked up a rough estimate of the other languages he spoke. while your conversations were mostly in english, you tried to impress him with your own linguistic abilities.
he smiled and kiss the top of your head, "good job, schatje! i am so proud of you." then took you by the cheeks to kiss them.
but also max was good at other things with his tongue. you found out early on in your relationship that he quite enjoyed going down on you. he loved your thighs around his head as he lapped and finger-fucked your pussy.
it was the morning after the canadian grand prix. it was cloudy and cool out, the window to your hotel room was open. you laid in a mess of pillows and blankets with your lover. you were laid next to him.
last night was fun, montreal was the city to be if you wanted to party. but the morning after you felt tired all over. max's nose was in your hair and basically snoring in your ear. you rolled over and got closer to his side.
you yawned and lifted your head to gaze down at him. you reached out and cupped the side of his face with affection. he was the winner after all, it was no strong feat given how the weather was.
"good morning." you said as you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. his soft skin against your lips made your heart leap.
his eyes open slowly, his tongue was loose when he said, "goedemorgen, mijn schat." his hand reached for you and patted the side of your face. he looked more tired than you did.
"i guess we had some fun last night."
he nodded and yawned, "we did."
you kissed the side of his face and got up out of bed. the exhaustion hung heavy on your shoulders as you got up. but you weren't up for long as max took you by the wrist and brought you back into bed.
"max!" you yelped but were soon met by cuddles from your boyfriend. his arms wrapped around you middle and his nose dipped into your neck.
"où penses-tu aller?" his asked slowly, his hands started to touched your nude body, "j'espère que tu n'essayes pas de t'enfuir, mon amour?"
you looked behind you to glance at him, "are you trying to seduce me?"
"i am simply asking where you are going, my love. i am hoping you aren't running away from me." he rested his chin on your shoulder, "we have the whole day to ourselves."
"no we don't, you have to do interviews." you recalled.
he groaned, "and i can't stay all day in bed with you."
"nursing a hangover."
"no, no." he kissed your cheek, "to be so close to you." his cock pressed against your back, "you looked amazing last night, all dolled up for me. you were beautiful, mon amour."
you reached over, with max still clinging to you, and looked at your phone, it was still early enough. you put the phone down and turned in his arms so you were facing one another. you placed both hands on his bared chest and leaned in for a kiss.
"we have two hours before you have to get ready. i can get you something for your head... or i can give you head?"
he grinned at you, those blue eyes looked into yours. he replied, "actually, i was thinking i could... go down on you inside." he winked.
"max."
"i got all the celebration i wanted last night. i want to give you something in return. for being there, always." he let go of you and with your help got between your legs with your thighs around his head.
he rested his chin on your stomach and gazed at you. you tried not to feel self conscious about the angle of your face. but he continued to gaze at you like he had hearts in his eyes.
"i probably have the worst double-chin right now."
he shook his head, "who cares, you're still the most beautiful woman in the world." he rubbed his face against your abdomen like he was trying to his scent all over you. sometimes he'd do this thing where he'd ramble in dutch or french, he knew you weren't exactly catching what he was saying.
he started to speak about something in french as he got between your legs, your thighs now on his shoulders. the softness of them were against his ears as he leaned in to your cunt.
"et puis je t'ai vu dans les tribunes, les cheveux au vent. et je savais que je devais gagner. ce serait la seule façon de te rendre fier, mon amour. je te vois et je perds toute notion du temps. rien d'autre ne compte sauf te voir." he rambled before he lined his tongue up with your slit, he gave you one last look as he said, "je vous aime." then gave your pussy as sweet kiss before he started to lap at your sex.
you felt heat in your cheeks as he held your thighs on his shoulders. his tongue continued to pleasure you as you squirmed on the bed. he was keeping you pinned to him.
"ah, ah, ah." he said, "stay still." then continued his movements against your cunt. you could feel the burn in your cheek the more pleasure raced up your spine.
your breathing started to get heavier. pleasure coursed through your body the more than he pleasured you orally. you could admit easily that he was rather impressive when it went to going down on you.
you knew he was still running on the high of the race, his own head was racing as your thighs clenched around his head. you gripped onto his dark hair and moaned loudly.
"tu aimes ça, mon amour ? est-ce que tu aimes la façon dont je te fais plaisir?" his own cheeks were stained pink as your wetness clung to his chin.
"oh my god." you groaned, "why does it sound so fucking hot."
he kissed your inner thigh and looked up at you, "because you know how good i am with my tongue." then dragged his tongue across your inner thigh that made your toes curl.
he kept one hand on your left thigh and the other hand between your legs. he began his motions once more but this time adding his fingers. he sank them easily into your hole as he played with your clit against his tongue. occasionally his front teeth grazed against it and you moaned louder.
the rush of pleasure continued to course through your body, the more he played with you. he occasionally looked up at you to get a good look at the expressions you were making.
he gripped your thigh with love as he felt your cunt clench around his fingers inside of you.
"please, max!" you whimpered as you pressed your thighs closely around his head. you panted and moaned, the pleasure was overwhelming.
and he kept pleasuring you, he kept at it. with an endurance and focus that let him with the race the day prior. his cock throbbed between his legs, pressed against the bed as he focused on your pleasure.
"max, fuck."
"blijf stil, mijn liefste." he said softly, switching up the languages to see how you'd react.
it didn't take long before pleasure washed over you. your body clenched as the rust hit your brain and pooled in your stomach. with tugged on your hair and kicked out your legs before you felt the hit of it all.
you laid there on the bed and he pulled his head from between your legs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. those blue eyes gazed at you with such affection.
he got out from between your legs, "not it's time for my turn, mijn liefje." he rested on his heels and looked down at you, his cock stood at full attention.
you looked at him, with lust in your gaze. you let your lover turn you onto your hands and knees. your face was buried in the pillow with your ass in the air.
"my love." he said with a heat in his voice. your cunt was on full display to him. the rush of blood to his cheeks was noticeable as he got behind you. he stroked his cock a few times to the sight of your slick pussy.
"please, max." your blood was rushing which was only making your hangover more prominent.
"i have you, my love." he said as he slowly sank his cock into your pussy. he soon took hold of your hips and nudged his cock up against the back of your cunt. right up against your cervix.
"shit." you groan.
the angle of his cock inside of you felt amazing. you clawed at the covers and arched your back. you panted into the pillows.
"you like that, don't you? you love that, my love?" he groaned, his tongue was loose in his mouth, "Ik denk de hele tijd aan je op de baan. Ik had een droom toen je rok omhoog vloog toen ik voorbijreed." he chuckled.
you whined, "c'mon max."
he took you by the hair and yanked your head a little back as he closed the gap between you two, "i said. i had a dream that i drove by during the race and your skirt flew up. and they all got a good look at those sweet panties you wore." he chuckled a little more as he kissed your face. he could feel the heat in your cheeks.
his thrusts were fast and aggressive, the pleasure bloomed in his chest as he moved. he watched you grip at the covers with your back arched.
"shit."
"fuck."
"i know, my love." he said between pants.
your brain felt like mush from back to back pleasure. you panted wildly into the pillows. your back arched further as max pressed further into you. he bent you into angles that were uncomfortable butt he pleasure that raced through you cancelled out the feeling.
"please, max."
"ik heb je." he said with a reassuring voice the more he fucked you. your ass jiggled from the force of his thrusts. he felt the sweat drip down his neck and down his bare back as he fucked into your.
"i love you." you murmured into the covers.
"i love you too." he said with such softness in his voice as if he wasn't balls deep inside of you. he loved you so much, he loved how you felt against him. you felt like a dream.
"please, max." you moaned as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand so you wouldn't disturb the neighbours next door.
"i want to hear you, my love." he said softly, his voice still in your ear, "i want to hear it all."
"but next door." you said.
"doesn't matter. i won the race. i can fuck my girl whoever i want." he purred as his pace became erratic, your eyes felt like they were going to roll back into your head as you moaned into the pillows. he said, "I want them all to hear you."
oh max, ever the romantic.
you whimpered into the pillows as you felt the pleasure come to a head of the second orgasm of the morning. you didn't have an awful lot of time left before he had to get ready. but by the stagger of his thrusts, you knew he was close as well.
"that's my girl." he said.
"please, max."
"mijn liefje." he said with a bit of tension in his voice as the warmth of sex clogged his head.
the angle made it feel like he was in your stomach which caused you to choke out moans.
the bed hit against the wall as he moved against you. with a few more hard thrusts, you both came at the same time. his groan was low and heavy while your moan was high pitched and had to be covered up by the pillow.
he loved when he finished inside of you, it made his heartbeat quicken. that he marked you inside and out. he slowed down and rested back on his heels as he cock slipped out of your used hole.
he pushed hair out of his face and panted heavily. you felt like heaven. you soon laid next to one another, he pulled you into his sweaty arms.
"mijn liefste, ik hou zoveel van je. jij geeft mij het gevoel dat ik een winnaar ben." he kissed the top of your head as you laid there together.
you got comfortable in his arms and smiled against him. the rush of climax was still in your head as you clung to him.
you said to him, in the bit of dutch you knew, "Ik hou ook van jou, max."
he chuckled and kissed you once more. <3
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bunnliix · 3 months ago
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The Invisible Strings that Bind us - Chapter Ten
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I'm finally back with another chapter! I know this one isn't long, however it felt a bit clunky when I added more to it, so I decided to keep it short this time! The next chapter will be longer, I promise!
Pairing: Stray Kids x reader  Summary: Y/n has a conversation with her parents, and gets a call from someone. wc: 897 AU: soulmate au  Genre: Fluff/Angst  warnings: disapproving parents, anxiety, not a great parent/child relationship, y/n is having a rough time in this chapter, I think that's it? masterlist Note: Thank you @skzdust for helping me with this chapter!
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Walking up the stairs, she finds her parents in the living room. They’re seemingly waiting for her, having seen that she had come back home. Her mother was sitting upright in her chair, having turned it around from where it normally faced towards the back of the room, seemingly expecting her arrival. Her father still faced away from her, though she could see by his posture that he wasn’t happy. His shoulders were tense, and his foot was tapping the hardwood floor impatiently. There were a few seconds of silence, before her mother started to speak. “Where have you been?” Her mother asked. “I went on a trip, it was short notice,” Y/n replied. “A trip where?” “To Montreal, for a job interview,” She said, “I’ll be moving if I do get the job.”
“What, you really think that you’d survive out in the world?” Her father interjected, having turned his chair around right before he spoke. “What about your schooling?” Her mother interrupted, her hands coming to rest in her lap, but y/n could see that she was tensing and relaxing them, a sign that she was unhappy with her daughter’s decisions.
“I’ve already gone and sorted that out, I just returned from campus.” Y/n answered, her hands gripping her top to try and contain her nerves. She knew this conversation was never going to go over well, her parents were of the opinion that she’d never do well without them holding her hand. 
“My job would include a place to live, and would accept pets, so as long as I get the job, then I don’t have to worry about any of that. I’ll be fine, and wouldn’t you be happier if I wasn’t living at home?” She explained to them, knowing that at least one of them would protest this, though more than likely would protest not being told about this beforehand. But y/n herself was coming up with this on the spot.
Y/n wasn’t telling her parents about her soulmates, for a few reasons. Her parents weren’t soulmates, and they didn’t fully believe in the whole ‘soulmates are perfect matches thing.’ They also would be upset with her moving across the world to live with eight men she ‘barely’ knew. Well, to them at least. She thought she knew them at least better than just ‘barely’. But they were her soulmates, and though maybe it was a bit stupid to move this quickly, what other options were there? She didn’t think it was smart to be stuck halfway across the world from her soulmates. Plus the issue of their schedules and the time difference meant being so far away would be much harder. “Well, there’s nothing more to say for now, until I know if I get it or not,” Y/n stopped any further discussion. She reached to grab her phone out of her pocket, letting her new bodyguards know that she would be staying in for the rest of the day, so they could leave for now. “I’m going back down to my room, I’ll talk with you later,” she said, smiling at her parents to hide any unease or anxiety that was swirling in her stomach.
Returning to her room, she flopped on her bed, tired from everything she had done. She laid there for who knows how long, until her phone started ringing. She answered it, the ring tone telling her it was likely one of her soulmates.
“Hello,” Seungmin’s voice rang out from her phone’s speaker.
“Seungmin, hi,” y/n replied, “Why are you calling?”
“We wanted to check in on you, since you’ve been there for a couple of hours now.” He explained.
“I’m doing okay, it’s been a busy but tiring day.” She said, sighing as her body still had yet to relax, her muscles tense.
“We’ve been busy here today, Chan-hyung found a new apartment for all of us, and we’re trying to get it ready by the time you come back at the end of the week.” Seungmin told her, “That’s also why I called, to let you know.”
“Is it really enough room for all nine of us?” She asked, curious as to how they found something so quickly.
“It will be a bit of a squish for some of us, but we’ll make it work,” Seungmin admitted. “Don’t feel bad about it, yeah?”
Y/n pouted, unsure of how the younger man figured out that she was going to feel bad about it.
“You’re similar to Han and Felix. And you might want to not speak out loud,” was what she was told, blushing as she realized she spoke out loud.
“Oh.” Y/n said in reply, unsure of what to say next as her cheeks continued to heat up.
She heard a faint, “Seungmin-ah! Come on!” come through the phone, indicating that it was time for their call to end.
“I’m sorry, darling, but I have to go. Talk to you soon.” Her soulmate told her, and she said goodbye to him before the call ended.
Laying her phone down in her bed, she decided to try and sleep a bit, suddenly feeling exhausted. Curling up under her blankets and pulling her knees close to her chest, her last thought before she slipped into sleep was how she wished to be back with her boys already.
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toasttt11 · 6 days ago
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game two
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April 23, 2025
Mary was currently playing in game two of the playoffs against Montreal in the second period with the game tied up 1-1.
She was skating across the front of the goal glancing over seeing Ryan getting the puck and he passed behind her to Dylan, who touched the puck once passing right to Mary. Mary took the puck to her backhand and tossing the puck at the goal.
Mary got her first playoff goal with Ryan’s first playoff assist.
Ryan screamed loudly beaming proudly as he pointed at his girl as he reached her first tackling her into a hug that Dylan quickly joined.
“Let’s go baby!” Ryan cheered pressing a kiss on the top of her helmet making her giggle as she hugged them both.
Mary was sitting on the bench next to Ryan in the third period after Dylan just scored a goal for them and she glanced up at the Jumbotron and froze seeing who was on the screen.
Will. Will who was sitting a few seats away from her friends but sitting with their parents.
Ryan glanced over feeling her tense up and followed her eye sight and his jaw clenched seeing Will on the screen, “What the hell is he doing here.” Ryan muttered to himself scoffing.
Mary was still frozen looking at the screen making Ryan gently grab her knee making her blink and slowly look away from the screen and at Ryan.
“I know.” Ryan softly mumbled to her seeing her open her mouth but not getting any words out. Ryan grabbed her hand not caring who could see and held her hand for the last minute of the game.
Capitals won game two 3-1.
Mary was glued to Ryan’s side even more than usual heading back to the locker room.
Ryan came out the shower seeing Mary already sitting in her stall all ready to leave and she was fiddling with her necklace.
Ryan sat a hand on the back of her neck as he set his things in his stall.
“I don’t know if i want to see him.” Mary quietly confessed to just Ryan. She didn’t even know what to say to him.
Ryan softly nodded and bent down in front of her grabbing both of her hands, “The second you want to leave we leave.” Ryan promised her. He also didn’t want to see Will.
Mary slowly nodded letting out a shaky breath and squeezed his hands.
“We’ve got this.” Ryan gave her a little wink and leaned over kissing her forehead softly making her lips quirk up giving him a little nod as Ryan stood back up and helped her stand up holding her hand still.
Mary took a deep breath making Ryan squeeze her hand as they walked out of the locker room together.
Mary perked up seeing their family and friends.
James hugged Mary immediately as Grace got to hug Ryan first.
Grace immediately pulled Mary into the hug with Ryan once James let go her.
Mary and Ryan hugged their friends, Grace and Mary’s parents who were all at the game for them.
Mary and Ryan both tensed seeing Will standing there looking nervous.
“We will give you some space.” Grace decided and got a nod from Gabe, she made sure everyone left them alone and Gabe stayed to make sure Will didn’t go too far.
James looked at Mary and she gave him a soft nod before he would walk away.
“This way.” Ryan spoke lowly holding onto Mary’s hand as he started walking and opened a door to an empty office and walked in with Mary with Gabe and Will following.
Ryan just gave Will a look as Mary didn’t make eye contact with her brother.
Will swallowed having seen how Mary and Ryan both lost their smiles when they saw him and how Mary immediately grabbed Ryan’s hand and how Mary is now standing step behind Ryan and wouldn’t look at him.
“I’m sorry.” Will started fiddling with his sleeve as he looked at two people who have always been the most important people in his life until he screwed it up.
“For what exactly.” Ryan scoffed angrily, he wouldn’t forget how Will made Mary sob multiple times and made his girl miserable.
“For everything.” Will quickly breathed out, “I’m sorry that i freaked out like that and the things i said to you both were so uncalled for. I know that.”
“And then ignoring us and everyone else for months.” Ryan snarked as his thumb softly rubbed circles on the back of Mary’s hand.
“I’m sorry for that too.” Will quickly rushed out, “And i will apologize to everyone after.”
“I thought you two were together for while and were hiding it from me with everybody else, it doesn’t excuse my actions but it is why i did it.” Will told them honestly.
“We weren’t.” Ryan said simply, “And it doesn’t excuse the way you treated us.”
Ryan wouldn’t have never believed anyone if they told him that Will would just ghost his sister for months and not be there for some of her biggest moments of her life. The Will Ryan knew adored his baby sister with everything he had and would have never done that to her.
“I know.” Will quickly rushed out. He didn’t have a better reason why he did what he did.
Gabe nodded in approval glad to see Will finally figured out he’s been an idiot. Gabe won’t lie he was extremely shocked to see Will show up at the game today, he didn’t think Will was going to fix things anytime soon.
“And i’m sorry that i suggested you were my friend only to be with Mary.” Will looked at Ryan apologizing to him and looked at Mary.
“And God Mars i’m sorry for every single word i said to you and for every single word i didn’t say to you.” Will looked so sincerely at his sister with tears in his eyes realizing just how much of a dick he has been to his favorite person, “I’m so sorry for breaking so many promises.”
Mary just swallowed keeping her eyes on the floor.
“I’m so sorry.” Will breathed out looking between the two.
“I’m sorry you found out the way you did but it doesn’t justify your actions Will.” Mary spoke up for the first time. Will frowned hearing her say just his name not a nickname for the first time in a very long time.
“I don’t forgive you.” Mary told him straightforward making his face drop, “One day i might be able to but i can’t not yet.” Mary looked up making eye contact with Will for the first time and she swallowed uncomfortably seeing the tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry i can’t do this.” Mary got out and quickly rushed out of the room.
“I don’t care about your apologizes anymore, don’t make Mary cry again.” Ryan said sternly as he walked out of the room after Mary.
Will watched them go and let out a shaky breath he knew he deserved the hurt he is feeling because he knows it is nothing compares to what he put Ryan and Mary through.
Ryan quickly got to Mary gently grabbing her wrist spinning her around and saw her shaky jaw and she just lunged at him hiding her face holding onto him so tightly.
“I got you.” Ryan cupped the back of her head promising her as he felt her shaking in his arms, “I’ve always got you.” Ryan softly mumbled as he kissed her head.
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random-ikea-drawer · 11 months ago
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ok so i love les miserables
AND I JUST GOT TO SEE IT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE NORTH AMERICA TOUR (more specifically Montreal! (yes i flew to an entirely different country to see it)) and i am incredibly attached to enjolras and grantaire so here are just things i saw that made my nails dig into my thighs <3 (not just enjoltaire)
oh my dear months old source of no big sad
this is 90% incoherent rambling (SPOILERS)
- Grantaire had long hair and a long coat i think that deserves its own point
- During Red and Black, Grantaire did the old “Don Juan” with the bottle right in Enjolras’ face (he was not impressed)
- In this same song, Enjolras got really close to R’s face during “don’t let the wine go to your brain”
- Again, in Red and Black, when they tossed Grantaire’s bottle to Enj, teasing him, Grantaire grabbed the bottle in a… way… when he was giving it back to him
- Same song 😭 Grantaire was bouncing on a guy’s lap during the first few verses
- In DYHTPS, Grantaire pulled Gavroche aside away from the students crowding Enjolras (this broke my heart, he clearly loves him and doesn’t want him to be in a war)
- “Glad to do a friend a favor” with a very suggestive hand gesture
- In the “dogs will bark flees will bite”, Grantaire pointed a finger at Enjolras, the former getting real close putting his weapon between them. They got REALLY close
- Gavroche pulled the middle finger at Javert lmao
-Eponine fucking died (i knew that already, seen every bootleg and version available, still hit hard)
- During Eponine’s death Gavroche ran onto the stage, closely followed by Grantaire being held onto by Enjolras
- Gavroche tried approaching Eponine (that’s his sister bro :()) but was stopped and held onto by Grantaire. When she died however, Grantaire quickly bent to hug Gavroche, man the grief was so clear with them both.
- After she died, everyone cleared to their positions but Enjolras and Grantaire, seemingly for Enjolras to try and comfort him, but decided against it quickly and pushed past him. Grantaire placed his hand on his chest in mock offense 😭
- When the attack was about to start, Grantaire mocked and toyed with tied up Javert. When Enjolras called for hold, Grantaire threw his arms around Javert with a “yep!” and cue the battle starting immediately when that happened
- During Grantaire’s verse during Drink With Me, it’s back to Enjolras and Grantaire being center stage. Enjolras approached him, held onto his arm and with the same hand moved up to brush R’s hair, which lead to him breaking off the contact and rushing to the other corner of the stage.
-He was followed by Gavroche, who hugged him from behind and then they both fell asleep next to each other :((
- Gavroche fucking died (i knew he did still heartbreaking) and was caught by Enj, who handed him to Grantaire
- During the Gavroche solo, Grantaire stood center stage looking to the crowd, not even flinching when the gun sounded, only turning around when Gavroche was already at the top of the barricade
- He tried shaking him awake :(( then set him down and stared at him :((
- That was until Marius fell, Enjolras rushing to check on him, making Grantaire rush to his side
- R grabbed onto Enj and they both held the back of each other’s necks,, from my angle it looked like their foreheads touched but idk if they would do that but MANNN
-Enjolras fucking died first (no wtf :(( )
- Grantaire fucking died last (BRO.)
- Everyone fucking died bro
- Except Marius and JVJ of course
- Mr Thenardier, instead of singing “This one’s a queer but what can you do”, sang “This one’s a queer, I’ll try it to!” and dipped a guy in the wedding 😭
- The “to love another person is to see the face of god” line always makes me emotional just :((
that’s it haha hopefully y’all enjoy the ramblings, ty for reading this far, i seriously recommend going to watch it if you can it’s truly the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen man 😭 may be biased but i’m serious
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