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crash n burn | ln4

✦ word count - 1,358

✦ summary - y/n crashed out of the 2024 shanghai gp, and lando can’t help but worry.

✦ warnings - injuries, angst(?), worried lando, racing/f1 inaccuracies!!

✦ ava’s notes - f1driver!reader for this one, folks. sorry for the inactivity, i haven’t had the writing spark in a while. but here i am, and with a new sport, no less! i'm also trying smth new, no Capitalization...not sure if ya'll are into it. i got into f1 a couple weeks ago, so there might be several inaccuracies, but i tried my best. thank you for the support 🫶🏼 (sorry for the long ass note LMFAO)

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THE FAINT SOUNDS OF VOICES reached your ringing ears. you could feel your head pounding from within the totaled car. suddenly, the simple act of opening your eyes was the hardest task for your shuddering body.

“y/n, are you alright?” the voices of your engineers could be heard through your helmet.

“i’m alright,” you mumble, not sure if the words made it out of your dry mouth. as your hands reach towards your harness and disconnect the latches, you let out a sigh of defeat, a whimper slipping past your lips.

you knew the race was over. the helmet was next to come off, throwing it out of your car before shakily ripping off the balaclava from your sweaty head. the act of taking off your helmet meant you couldn't talk to your team, you knew, but you couldn’t care less. 

you felt like you couldn’t breathe with the restrictive head gear on. 

tears burned behind your eyes, but you willed them back, refusing to show weakness. you felt and heard people around you. medics, probably, you couldn’t tell.

they were whirling around you and the war, or what was left of it. you felt them help you out and you let them, too tired to refuse. as your almost lifeless body left the constricted space, you took a heavy, deep breath, the exhale coming out trembling.

hands grabbed at your waist to keep you upright. waving a hand towards the concerned yet roaring crowd, the medics helped you into the van. before the double doors closed, you opened your eyes as much as you could and stifled a sob at what was left of your car. 

you willed the strength to run your hands down your exhausted face. a blood pressure cuff made its way up your arm and you turned to the man responsible.

the thought of your family filled your head; are they worried? are they watching? your boyf-

lando.

you knew he’d be worried sick. turning your head towards the medic, you asked “c-can i speak to him? lando?”

the man – who you felt knew you were going to ask at some point – wordlessly handed you a headset, and you could already hear his yelling.

“-and none of you bloody fuckers have heard from her? complete bullshit. is. she. okay?!”

“lando?” his name spilled from your lips, relief ever so present in your voice, knowing he was okay — as well as he could be after seeing the love of his life crash, hard.

“babe? is that you? fuck- i hadn’t heard from you and i thought the worst.” he spoke, and you knew that if he wasn’t racing, he’d be running his hands through his hair like a madman.

“i’m okay lando, i promise,” you said, your hands gripping the microphone attached to the headset. “i’ll see you soon, okay?”

“yeah- yes, baby. i’m so glad you’re okay. i love you,’ and that was the last you heard before the doors of the medical van opened and you were being whisked away to the medical center in the paddock.

-

a mild concussion and a bruised rib.

you got off easy, they said. it could’ve been much worse, they said.

you just felt tired. exhausted. however many g’s your body was put through would have probably killed a normal civilian. soon enough, you saw the familiar head of dark curls jogging towards you. daniel wrapped you in a comforting side hug, running a hand up and down your back while he placed a soft kiss on top of your head.

“glad you’re alright, sugar,” he breathed out. “don’t know what i woulda done if you hadn’t ended up okay.”

a small, genuine smile appeared on your chapped lips as you leaned against his warm body. danny had dnf’d a couple laps before your crash, and you were slightly glad. it was nice to have a friend after your unfortunate end to the race. 

“thanks, avocado,” you acknowledged, a hand coming to rest on his upper arm. the nickname stemmed from an interview he did with a kid that butchered his last name, saying avocado instead of ricciardo.

“you talk to lando yet?” danny asked, knowing your boyfriend is probably worried sick.

“yeah, spoke to him on the way here,” you answered. “he was worried sick, yelling at his team until i got on the radio. sorry you crashed out, danny. it wasn’t your fault.”

“ah i see,” he teased, knowing how much the boy loved you and worried over you. “and ‘s alright, couldn’t do anything to stop it. appreciate it though.”

you squeezed his arm before letting go, knowing he’d have to do interviews and such. “you got somewhere to be? interviews ‘n whatnot?”

danny turned his watch towards himself and swore, making you lightly chuckle. the sound of your laugh brought a smile to his face and he squeezed your arm back, his worried eyes scanning over your tired body. “you sure you’re alright? i can probably push the interviews back a few…”

waving him off with a flick of your hand, you affirmed that it was fine for him to go. he left you with another kiss to your temple and hurried off, turning around with another wave and his signature large, beaming smile. you blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it, and you smiled fondly. your relationship with danny had always been friendly and flirty, lando never felt intimidated. a brother & sister bond is what it felt like with danny, being teammates strengthened your friendship greatly. 

sleep was calling, but the crowd and bustling people kept you up. your eyes met the tv broadcasting the race, seeing the drivers come towards their garages. red flag, you correctly assumed.

fiddling with the zipper of your fireproof suit, you couldn't do much other than stay hydrated and watch the race. a few more people came in and visited you, mostly your team, to make sure you were okay and alive.

on the uncomfortable hospital bed, you tried to catch up on sleep. as soon as your eyes closed, you heard the voice of the commentators. “the race has come to an early end. y/l/n’s crash was brutal. we haven’t heard much about her condition as of yet…” their voices faded out as you heard commotion outside of your hospital bed.

minutes later, lando came barreling in. his fireproof suit was still suited up, and his eyes immediately locked onto your worn out body.

“oh y/n,” he whispered out. lando walked closer to you and carefully wrapped his arms around you, and you could feel his body buzzing from adrenaline. 

“hi, lando,” you spoke softly, wrapping your arms around his slim torso. you could feel him hug you tighter. “they didn’t have to call off the race, y’know…i’m honestly fine.”

lando stood up straight and his eyes raked over you, similar to when daniel checked up on you. “fine my ass. you look like shit, y/n. but i’m so glad you’re okay.” his hands ran up and down yours, seemingly to calm himself and you down. “fuck the race, i had to see if you were okay.”

“just a bruised rib and-”

“and? there’s more?” lando’s concerned yet exasperated voice berated you. 

you rolled your eyes before continuing, “-and a concussion. honey, i swear, i’m fine. they gave me meds for the headache and i’ve just been in here waiting for you.” you turned your head and grabbed his hand, your lips meeting the inside of his wrist. a smile formed on your face, trying to comfort him. 

he sighed out in relief, glad you were okay. he brought you into his arms again. “i just- i don’t know what i would have done if it was worse. i’m so glad you’re okay.” you could feel him press a million kisses to the top of your slightly throbbing head. 

a few seconds passed before you spoke up, teasing clear in your voice, “you’re gonna have to apologize to your team, y’know. your yelling was quite loud, baby.” 

he groaned out dramatically and chuckled, “oh, fuck off.”

--

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intoxicated with you | lh43

✦ word count - 2,247

✦ summary - in which the sacred sleepovers at the lake house turn into something more.

✦ warnings - smut, smoking & inaccurate descriptions of smoking, swearing

✦ ava’s notes - 100 followers. HELLO. thats crazy!!! thank you for the likes, reblogs, and interactions, means a lot, truly! <3

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SLEEPOVERS AT THE Hughes’ lake house was a sacred tradition.

You and Luke had been friends since diapers; pulling pranks on his brothers, watching movies together, going out on the boat with his family.

So it came as no shock to Luke when you scaled the trellis under his bedroom window and hopped into his room. You heaved out a sigh, locking eyes with the lanky boy lying on the bed. The faint sound of Wicked Games by The Weeknd filled the room from his TV.

“Whatcha doin’?” You asked nonchalantly. 

“Was ‘bout to have a smoke. You in?” Luke asked, even though he knew what your answer would be. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a blunt, along with a lighter.

You shook your head. “No, Luke,” You recited. “You ask me every time, and every time my answer will be the same.” He whined. “Y/N, please? I’ll talk you through it the whole time, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Lukey,” You sighed, uncertainty present in your face.

Luke shot you a look, knowing that if he begged enough you’d give in. He held his hand to you, face up, and you grabbed his hand without hesitation. Luke tugged you onto his bed and you squealed, earning a shhh from Luke, knowing everyone else in the house was sleeping.

Sure, the two of you had shared a bed numerous times, and it was no different this time. …Right?

As you sat up on the headboard, Luke re-claimed the blunt. You eyed the rolled up piece of paper in Luke’s long, slender fingers. He flicked the lighter until it stuck, and lit the blunt. He took a deep hit, then exhaled, filling the room with the distinct smell of weed.

He offered it to you, a calm and reassuring look on his face. He’s here to help.

You gingerly took the blunt from his fingers and held it in your hands, inspecting it up close. You heard a chuckle and looked up, seeing a crooked smile appear on Luke’s face. Rolling your eyes, you spoke, “So, you gonna show me how to smoke this or what?”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing and shuffled closer to you. “Alright. Take it slow, okay? Start low and go slow.”

You nodded, fake confidence dancing across your face. Luke gestured his hands towards you, silently asking for you to take a hit. You brought the blunt to your lips, taking a slow hit then exhaling. A cough escaped your lips and he brought his hand to rub your back. “‘S okay, you did so good, Y/N.”

You managed to stop coughing and you were suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that his hand was still on your back, his thumb moving in soft circles.

“You okay?” Luke softly asked. You shook your head in an agreeing manner, your throat suddenly dry.

“D’you have some water?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. Here,” He grabbed the half empty water bottle from his nightstand and gave it to you. Smiling in thanks, you greedily drank the liquid. You capped the bottle and looked over to Luke, his eyes already on you. 

He took the blunt from your hands and took another hit, a slight red hue to his eyes. After a few minutes of talking back and forth, you gestured to the blunt resting between his fingers. He smirked and handed it to you. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” You replied, taking a slightly longer hit from the blunt and exhaling. A woozy smile formed on your face and a calmness took over. You looked over at Luke to see his eyes already on you. As his deep brown eyes drank you in, your heart fluttered and surged as the sight.

The way his eyes darkened after making eye contact should have been illegal. The way his lips parted with heavy breaths. The way Luke-

Your inner thoughts stopped when you saw his eyes dip to your lips. You subconsciously licked your bottom lip and his hand darted out to rest against your thigh.

In a split second, Luke’s lips were on yours.

A quiet gasp left your mouth and his tongue took the opportunity to explore. Before you could bring your hand up to cup his face, he suddenly pulled back, his eyes darting between yours.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking! I-”

You smiled at his rambling and grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his once again. 

Luke’s arms snaked around your waist, and he moved his body so that you were laying on the bed, Luke hovering over you.

His mouth trailed from yours and down to your neck, sucking on the newly found sweet spot. “No hickies, please, Lukey.”

You felt his smirk against your skin. “No promises, baby.”

Baby.

The new nickname echoed in your head while his mouth trailed from your neck to your chest, a soft moan escaping your lips. Luke tugged on the hem of your shirt and you sat up, raising your arms so he could undress you.

Luke’s eyes immediately locked onto your breasts, and his hands reached to knead them. His hands on your body had you clenching your thighs together, the feeling more sensitive than ever. Your hands clutched the back of his head, your fingers running through his unruly curls. He brought his lips back to yours while fumbling with your sweatpants.

You lifted your hips just enough so he could slide them down your legs, and he unattached his lips from yours to take his shirt off.

You had seen his abs plenty of times before, out on the boat or swimming, but not in this type of setting. As your eyes appreciatively raked down the ridges of his toned abdomen, he ran a hand up and down your thigh.

You locked eyes with Luke again and you could have sworn a low groan came from his mouth. His breathing was erratic and he was feverishly biting his bottom lip. His hand, the one on your thigh, skimmed along your stomach, leaving goosebumps everywhere his hands were. 

The look in his eyes made your stomach flip. He looked so desperate…so needy.

“Can I touch you?”

The simple question snapped you out of your haze, and you stumbled on your words. “Yeah,” You coughed out. “Yes, of course.”

His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, and you yet again lifted your hips to help him. The way Luke was looking at you had you shivering under his dark gaze. 

His eyes locked onto your wet cunt, and he couldn’t help but run his two fingers up your pussy. Your hand shot to your mouth, muffling a squeak that left your mouth. 

“Fuck me,” Luke whispered out, entranced with you and the way your body was reacting to his touch. 

Luke shimmied down until his mouth was inches away from your already dripping pussy, his warm breath hitting your sensitive area. He hiked your legs on top of his shoulders. 

“Please, Luke. Do something,” You groaned out. 

As your fingers found his curls, his mouth met your core. Your thighs immediately began to quiver on his shoulders. He expertly moved his tongue in motions that had you seeing stars, and quickly. 

You babbled incoherently as he lapped up your essence. He retracted his mouth from you, and you whined out. Luke quickly entered two fingers into you and you sighed in pleasure. His thumb expertly found your clit and you felt yourself approaching your climax already. 

You pulled on his curls hurriedly, your orgasm on the cusp of release. He added his mouth to your heat and it sent you over the edge. You arched your back and bit into your hand to try and silence your moans. 

Luke’s fingers left your now dripping cunt and he kissed your shaking inner thighs, working you down from your climax. 

“Holy-“

“Yeah,” He breathed out. He brought his fingers to his face, wiping your juices onto his fingers and bringing them to your parted lips. You opened your mouth and greedily sucked on the slender digits. 

His eyes locked onto your puckered lips. The sensation of your mouth on his fingers was euphoric to him. 

Luke leaned over to reach the half-smoked blunt and brought it to your lips. You inhaled the drug and exhaled, a blissful smile on your face. The mind-blowing orgasm coupled with the blunt had your head spinning, in a good way. 

He then brought the blunt to his lips and took a hit. The fog in the room only intensified. Luke had a hazy look on his face, the smirk on his face rhapsodic. 

You sat up on your elbows and spoke, “Sit up on the headboard? Wanna ride you.”

Luke’s eyes widened at your words, momentarily speechless at your order. He nodded nonetheless and perched himself against the headboard. “Yeah,” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

You shifted from laying on the bed to your legs on each side of his, your slit slightly catching on his sweatpants everytime you moved. Your foreheads touched and your breaths blended together.

You reached under yourself and dipped your hand under the waistband and palmed his erect cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He let out an embarrassing groan at the feeling. 

As your hand worked itself over his dick, your lips met, teeth clashing and he sucked on your bottom lip. His hands reached to tweak your nipples and you moaned into each other's mouths. 

When he had enough, he shoved his pants and boxers down as far down as he could, kicking off the rest. His hard cock sprung to his lower stomach and your eyes locked onto it for the first time. 

“Is it gonna fit?” You embarrassingly asked. 

Luke covered up his smirk with reassurance. “It’s okay, Y/N. Promise. We’ll make it fit, ‘kay?”

The question held heavy in the air and you nodded. You brought your hand to your mouth and spit, rubbing the saliva on his cock as lube. Luke shuddered and you lifted yourself off of his thighs to line up his dick with your wet entrance. 

You slowly sank down on his dick, inch by inch. Luke’s hands met your waist, guiding you down his cock. Once your thighs met his, you both let out sighs of pleasure and satisfaction. 

You started moving your hips against his, with help from his large hands. Leaning forward, you nibbled on his ear and neck, earning groans from the man underneath you. His hands lowered themselves to fondle your ass, squeezing the flesh. 

“Fuck, just like that , baby. You’re doin’ so well.”

You pressed your lips together to prevent any moans from escaping while hiding your face in his neck. Luke kissed your shoulder and lifted you so you were hovering over him. He planted his feet on the end of his bed and thrusted into you, causing you to cry out. He set a steady yet deep pace. 

He moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, and you did the same, adding to the intimacy in the room. With your eyes shut tight and fingers digging into his shoulders, you could feel your second orgasm approach just as fast as the first. 

His other hand reached in between your thighs to rub your overly sensitive clit. You felt your breath hitch and your heart sped up, the heat pooling in your lower back spreading throughout your whole body. 

You knew he was getting close to orgasm, his thrusts started to become slightly erratic and uneven. His hand left your mouth to run and hand up and down your back. 

Reaching behind your body, your fingers found his balls and massaged them. Luke tilted his head back as far as he could and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, almost too overstimulated. 

“Atta girl,” He managed to choke out. “Jesus Christ, keep doing that.”

His words only spurred you on, your walls fluttering around his cock as your climax washed over you in waves. The drugs heightening your senses, making your orgasm three times more intense. Your body sagged over top of him, too tired to hold yourself up. 

Luke followed not long after, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises as he spilled himself into you. 

The room fell silent, aside from your heavy pants and his sighs of relief. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you,” Luke whispered out. 

You nodded against his chest, pressing kisses to his chest here and there. 

“I’ve liked you for a while now,” You admit to Luke, your eyes slightly red. Raising your head to meet his eyes, you could see the love he held for you. 

“I have too, sweetheart,” He hummed. You hurriedly pressed your lips to his, hoping to convey the love you held for him in one, passionate kiss. 

Breaking away from the kiss left him chasing after you. You slowly got off of him, his dick leaving you. You sat beside him and plucked the blunt off of the nightstand yet again. Luke took it from you and took his final hit of the night, you doing the same before crushing it up and throwing it out. Your fingers reached out to intertwine with his and you smiled at each other. 

“I’m intoxicated with you, Luke Hughes.”

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homecoming | jh86

✦ word count - 1,736

✦ summary - jack goes out to celebrate a win with his teammates, and he stumbles home drunk; y/n takes care of his drunk, whiny ass

✦ warnings - a little bit of suggestive content :)

✦ ava’s notes - i used the prompts “Will you play with my hair?” and “Let’s make a deal, one kiss and I’ll do whatever you want.” for this fic <3 (not very edited)

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RAPID KNOCKS ECHOED throughout your apartment, and you groaned. You hear voices from beyond your apartment door, and could distinctly hear Nico and Luke talking to each other, or someone else. After getting up off of the couch and unlocking the door, you were faced with quite a sight. 

An arm on each of Nico and Luke’s shoulders, and a very, very drunk Jack in between them.

You sighed a deep breath and pursed your lips, seeing Jack’s face light up at the sight of yours. He leaned forward and before he could faceplant, you placed your hands on his waist to steady him. 

“I’m so so sorry Y/N,” Luke rushed out, running a hand through his unruly curls. You felt Jack nuzzle into the crook of your neck and sigh. “I didn’t think he’d get this drunk, I swear. And he was begging to see you…” He trailed off. 

“It’s fine, Luke, I swear,” You breathe out, still holding onto a wobbly, and probably dizzy, Jack. “He can stay the night, not a problem. I’ll see you guys later? It was nice to see you, both of you!” 

Nico nodded with a slight smile. “We’ll see him at practice tomorrow. Thank you, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver. And, sorry again.”

You wave your hand in a no problem way and send a smile their way. Once Jack is through the threshold of your apartment, the guys wave goodnight and close the door for you. 

“Hiiiiii Y/N,” Jack says through a dopey smile. You can’t help but send a grin his way. Yes, he woke you up from almost falling asleep, but it’s worth it. 

“Hey, babe,” You smiled, walking backwards to lay him on the couch. “Did you have fun?” You asked, and he nodded sleepily. As he dramatically laid down, you brushed yourself off and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and two ibuprofen. 

You place the glass and pills on the coffee table in front of him, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you down to him. His face lit up again at the sight of you and Jack giggled.

You can feel his breath against your cheek and can smell the alcohol radiating from him. He was warm and pliant, and his lips were so, so soft. Jack wrapped his arms around you, and you moved closer to him. Your hand found its way to his jaw, and your thumb was caressing his skin.

Jack broke the kiss and sighed against your lips, and you felt him pull you impossibly closer. Your body was pressed up against his, and you felt him wrap his legs around you.

His eyes were closed, and his nose was touching yours. His lips were still touching yours and you couldn't help but lean forward again, kissing him and smiling against his lips.

You were straddling his lap, and one of your hands was on the arm of the couch, steadying you. The other was resting at the nape of his neck, playing with his hair, and his grip on your waist tightened.

His lips were moving against yours, and his tongue darted out. You smiled, opening your mouth slightly, and let him explore your mouth. You felt his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, and you moved even closer, feeling his hard-on against your thigh.

Jack moved his head away and groaned, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. You smiled, knowing that he was getting too worked up.

"Y/N..." He whined, and you laughed.

"Shhhh, you're okay, Jack. Come on, let's watch some TV, hm?" You asked, and he nodded, a dopey smile taking over his lips.

Jack nestled himself into the corner of the couch, snuggling against you. You smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around him. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as your show came to its end. 

As you admired his side profile, he suddenly spoke. “Will you play with my hair?”

You feel your cheeks flush and you immediately comply, running your fingers through his long hair. Jack sighs in contempt. He was likely drunk out of his mind, he was never this openly affectionate with you. 

“I love you,” He whispers out, and you look down to make eye contact with him. You feel a slight grin tug at your lips before you return the sentiment. 

“You’re so pretty,” Jack said, his speech slurred with alcohol and love. 

“I think you had too much to drink tonight, Jack,” You teased. “You’re talking bullshit.”

“Not bullshit,” He affirms. “You’re just so pretty and I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You’re always taking care of me and I just love you.”

Jack looked up at you like you hung the moon and stars, and you felt your eyes sparkle with the utmost of love for him. “Give me a kiss,” You announce, and he happily closes his eyes while you lean down, uncomfortably, and give him several quick pecks on his lips. He hums contently into the kisses.

After a few moments or so, you let him go and he rests his head back on your shoulder. The grip he had on your shirt loosens and he lets his arm fall to wrap cozily across your stomach.

Soon enough, you feel your legs start to go numb from staying in the same position. You pat the side of his face lightly before his eyes snap open, making eye contact with you. 

“Can we go to the bedroom? My-“

Before you can finish your sentence, you see a smirk start to form on his face. “Oh, you wanna take me to the bedroom huh? What d’ya wanna do?”

“Shut up, you idiot,” You say fondly. The bed is calling my name, and evidently yours as well.”

Jack sits up rather quickly, and the room is no doubt spinning for him. You can see his eyes trying to adjust to the quick change in position. Jack quickly takes the two pills and gulps down the water as you walk towards the bedroom. 

“Let’s make a deal,” He starts off and you turn back around, intrigued. “One kiss and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk back over to him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“C’mon Jack,” You hold out your hand, and he grabs it to help him stand up, but not before bringing your hand to his lips and sloppily kissing your knuckles. You clasp his hand in yours and haul him up from the couch.

Jack stumbles slightly, but your tight grip on his hand keeps him steady. You walk him to your bedroom and once he’s past the threshold, he immediately flops down onto your bed and starfishes. You giggled at his dramatics.

You quickly take off his shoes, wanting to get into bed and fall asleep. Jack groaned out when he heard you leave the room, flopping around until his head landed on a soft pillow. You took in the sight of him: fully dressed, hair disheveled, and seconds away from falling asleep in your bed. 

“Jack,” You whisper, running your hand over his hair. He turned to face you and his blurry eyes locked onto whatever he could, that ‘whatever’ being your face. His eyes scanned your face, from your eyes to your nose, to your gentle smile and flushed cheeks. 

“Jack, c’mon, we gotta get you ready for bed,” He grumbles to himself before lifting off of the bed and stomping over to the bathroom. 

You walk in and see him sitting on the toilet seat cover. “Brush my teeth f’me please Y/N,” he rushes out, wanting to get into bed as soon as possible. 

“Okay, you man-child,” You scold playfully, and you grab his toothbrush, wet it, add some toothpaste, and go through the motions of brushing his teeth. Once finished, you have Jack rinse his mouth out, and before you could say anything, he immediately jumped into bed. 

“Too tired,” He whines. “Let me sleep.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” You chuckle, and you quickly change into your pajamas. Once you got him settled in bed, he tugged on your arm, and you complied, climbing into bed and cuddling into his side. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You were lying with your head on his chest, and you could hear his heart beating.

In typical Jack fashion, he slides a hand over your breast, always needing to hold one before nodding off to sleep. You run your hand over his hair again and shortly after, you hear light snores coming from his mouth. 

“I love you,” You hear him whisper out into the dark. 

- 

The next day, Jack groans loudly. You stir awake, not expecting the loud noise. He was still lying next to you, his head covered by a pillow.

"What the fuck," He groans out, and you turn on your side, facing him. You rest your hand on his hip, and rub a circle on the exposed skin.

"Hi, sunshine," You say softly.

"Why does it feel like I've been hit by a fucking truck," Jack whines, and you laugh at him. "Y/N, it hurts."

"You got yourself into this mess," You remind him, and he sighs.

"Can I have some water?" He asks, his voice hoarse.

"I'll be right back," You whisper, getting out of bed and heading towards the kitchen.

You fill up a glass of water and get a bottle of Tylenol. As you walk back to the room, you hear him talking, presumably on the phone.

“Yeah, Luke, I’m fine. Y/N took care of me.”

Jack stops talking, and you take that as a sign to walk into the room. He smiles when he sees you.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later," Jack says, and he ends the call, dropping his phone onto the bed. "Thank you," He says, and he takes the pills from you.

Before you could sit down next to him, he pushes you down gently and you feel him wrap an arm around your waist, his head resting on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair, and his breathing starts to even out.

"G’night, Y/N," He mumbles.

"Night, Jack," You whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

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shameless | mt19

✦ word count - around 1.2k

✦ summary - in which matthew fucks reader in a club bathroom.

✦ warnings - smut, dirty talk, mentions of drinking

✦ ava’s notes - ended up writing this at 2am with minimal editing, hope you guys enjoy!

a/n pt2: thank you so much for over 500 notes on my jack hughes fic!!! didn't expect so much support <3

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Say it louder, say it louder Who's gonna touch you like me, like me?

The loud, ground-shaking music was all you could hear. Shouts, singing, glasses clinking, sports matches on the TVs, you name it. You shouted over the noise your order to the bartender, and he simply nodded. You braced yourself against the bartop, and scanned the crowd for your boyfriend.

Almost immediately, you spotted Matthew, with a girl seemingly hanging off of his every word. You rolled your eyes before turning back around and the bartender had just set your drink down. With a grateful nod, you grasp the drink in your slightly sweaty hand and take a swig, thankful for the burn. 

Yet again, you locked eyes with Matthew’s frame and gulped down the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the bar and moving through the throng of sweaty people dancing.

“Hey!” You had to shout over the booming music, and Matthew thankfully heard you instantly. He sighed in relief, wanting to get rid (nicely, of course…) of the stranger close to him.

“Hey, baby,” He shouted back, walking up to you and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“Who’s this?” You asked, as innocently as you could. Through your peripheral, you could see the dirty look she gave you.

“Olivia,” She answered, and you rolled your eyes yet again. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend, now get lost.”

The stra- Olivia hurriedly scurried away, seemingly embarrassed from being caught flirting with another girl’s boyfriend.

“You coulda just left her and came to me at the bar, y’know. No need to entertain a desperate girl,” You comment, trying your best not to sound jealous.

‘Jus’ didn’t wanna be rude,” Matthew muttered. “Wait- Are you jealous?” He remarked incredulously. “There’s nothing to be jealous of, sweetheart.”

You pursed your lips and straighten your back, not willing to admit that you are, in fact, jealous. “No! I mean- why would I? I have the hottest boyfriend ever, and I totally don’t see every girl that stops and stares at you. That would be crazy!” You exclaimed, and you immediately saw the smirk form on his face.

Matthew chuckles, and grasps your waist in his hands carefully. “Ooh, so you admit you want me all for yourself?” He says with a wicked smile, his dark blue eyes full of mischief.

You nod slowly, nervously running your fingers through your hair, wondering if it was even possible to deny what he had said. 

“Let me show you that you’re the only one I want, yeah?”

You wordlessly nod, and he quickly leads you out of the packed bar to the bathroom stalls, checking for an empty one. After finding one, he ushers you and follows you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it shut. 

In a flash, Matthew’s lips meet yours with fervor and his leg slotted between yours, keeping them parted. 

As he deepens the kiss, your arms reach around his neck and run down his back, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to you. Your hips involuntarily rock against his thigh as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

You whimper when he finally releases you from his lips and breaks contact. A trail of small, feathery kisses travel down your neck until they stop right below your earlobe. His soft lips trail and nibble against your ear before brushing lightly across your jawline. “You taste so good…” He whispered huskily into your ear.

He finally breaks contact with you and opens his eyes, grinning devilishly at you as his tongue flicks across his bottom lip. “Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

You nod feverishly. Lifting up your dress, Matthew hitches it to your hips and immediately drops to his knees. He lifts your leg and sets it on his shoulder. Without hesitation, he slides your panties to the side and enters a finger. His tongue soon joined his finger, and you couldn’t help the moans and whines that left your mouth. Your skin prickles, and you feel a heat pool in your lower back,feeling goosebumps overcome your sensitive skin.

“Doin s’good for me, sweetheart.”

“Don’t stop,’ You begged, and when he added a second finger, you could feel yourself reach climax. You came with a muffled moan, and Matthew lapped up every drop of your sweet release. 

Matthew rose from his knees with a sinful smirk. His next words had you following commands quickly: “Bend over the sink f’me, ‘kay?”

Once bent over, you looked through the mirror held above the sink and saw him undoing his belt and shoving his jeans down his legs. He massaged your ass, and you preened under his touch. 

Matthew gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and with his other hand, he lined his hard length up with your wet entrance. Upon seeing your disheveled state through the reflective glass, he buried himself to the hilt. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape your mouth. 

He pounded into you roughly as he watched your ass bounce against his hips with every thrust. “So fuckin’ tight,” Matthew groans out. “Like this sweet pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, all yours, Matty,” You whimpered out. Your eyes met his through the mirror and he swore he almost came at the sight of your teary eyes and gaping, pouty mouth.

Matthew’s fingers hastily find your clit, and he heatedly rubs the sensitive nub. Your walls flutter around his cock and he groans out. “Shit, baby,” He groans out. “You’re so perfect. If you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won’t last much longer.”

“Cum in me, Matty. Please.”

With those words, his hips stuttered before emptying himself inside of you with a moan. His hand that was holding your hair was suddenly gone. Moments after, your muscles tighten and your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your cunt milks every last drop of his cum, and you swear you see stars when you shut your eyes.

Matthew slaps your ass and he slowly pulls out of your wet pussy, watching as your body goes through the aftershocks. He can’t help but gather your mixed climaxes and thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You gasp out a moan, your hands curled over the ridges of the sink.

“Fuck,” You groan out, and he chuckles out in agreement. 

Matthew grabs your underwear off of the floor and helps you into them. You giggle slightly and he sends a questioning glance to you. “I can’t believe we just had sex in a bar bathroom.” 

He shrugs in response, not stopping the smirk that finds itself on his lips. He grasps his jeans off of the floor, zipping them up before buttoning them. Once your dress is lowered to a more appropriate length and you fix your hair and makeup, he holds out his hand before leading you out of the bathroom. Some wandering and curious eyes land on you and Matthew, but he pays them no mind, opting to send you a wink. You feel your cheeks flush and before you know it, he’s ushering you into an Uber and resting a hand on your thigh.

“Round 2 at home?”

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mamma mia: here we go again better spark some inspiration !!!!

edit: the fic is out btw 😋

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nsfw alphabet | mt19

✦ word count - 1,129

✦ summary - a-z of pure matthew tkachuk nsfw

✦ warnings - mentions of smut?

✦ ava’s notes - genuinely thought this was longer, but it isn’t LMFAO. my first post about ratty matty, super excited! he’s been my fav for a while now and i’m finally posting something! hope you enjoy :)

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He makes sure to take care of you once everything has settled down. He cleans you up with a warm, wet towel and kisses you sweetly, telling you how good you were for him. About 80% of the time, he curls up next to you and naps with you. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Matthew’s favorite body part on himself are his hands. He likes gripping onto your love handles while fucking into you from behind, and loves how quickly you cum on his fingers when he fingers you. His fingers hold so much power over you, and he loves it. Matthew’s also caught you staring at his hands once in a while. 

His favorite body part(s) on you are your tits. He falls asleep holding one or the other, he loves holding onto them while fucking you, and loves how squishy they are, no matter how big or small they are. He adores your boobs and will forever be a boob man. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

He likes to cum in you, but is also perfectly fine with cumming on your face, chest, back, tummy, etc. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Matthew has fantasized of you getting a tattoo of either his initials of his jersey number, #19. He’s possessive like that. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d like to say that Matthew is indeed experienced. He’s gotten around, and definitely knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggy, but a close second is missionary but with a leg crossed over. Also loves seeing you on top of him, grinding your pussy on his dick, or bouncing on top of him while watching your tits bounce as well.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s more serious than goofy, wanting to pleasure you multiple times before he receives anything. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps it trimmed. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s romantic when he wants to be, and makes you feel as special as possible. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s jacked off to you while on away trips. (He steals a panty or two before leaving)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Matthew likes to spank you and watch as your ass reddens under his touch. 

I’d also like to say he gets turned on when he sees you in his jersey, with his last name in large letters, and his number plastered on your back. 

Matthew loves to praise you and worships your body, sucking harshly on your delicate skin before watching bruises from where his lips once were. 

Another kink he has is watching you ride his thigh, if that’s considered a kink. Watching you fall apart on just his thigh turns him on so much. The way your bare cunt feels on his thick thigh…how wet you get by grinding on him… He actually has came in his pants once or twice before. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Preferred place is the bed, but anywhere works. Car, couch, kitchen counter, shower (another personal favorite of Matthew’s), and maybe even up against a wall. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You and only you. You could literally walk past him and he immediately gets a stiffy. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anal. Sorry to all the people who think he’d be into that. And also pegging. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving oral. He loves looking up through his eyelashes and seeing your face scrunch up while eating you out. 

If he’s on the receiving end of oral, he isn’t complaining. Matthew can’t help but pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail and slightly gag you on his dick. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s angry or worked up, it’s fast and rough. On the other hand, if he just wants lazy, sleepy morning sex, it’s romantic and loving. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time with you, but if you don’t have the time, then Matthew will absolutely fuck you fast and hard.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Matthew’s definitely up to experiment. Taking risks, like fucking in a semi-public place, then he’s up for it, but you’ve gotta keep quiet. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I’d like to think he could go multiple rounds before stopping. (He boasts about how long he can last, let’s be honest)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If he’s away on a road trip and can’t be there to satisfy you himself, then he’ll let you use a toy to get yourself off, whether it be a vibrator or a dildo. 

When he has the time, Matthew loves to facetime you and watch you fuck yourself, while simultaniously pleasuring himself as well. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s very much a tease. Matthew likes to see you getting all worked up before giving you what you really, really want. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He grunts and lets out quiet moans, letting you know how good you make him feel. Dirty talk is guaranteed every goddamn time. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Matthew likes to fuck your tits and cum on your chest and face. 

Another wild card is that he loves to spoil you. Tickets to a home game, some glamorous necklace, or a spa day, he’ll do it with love. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average length, a little on the thicker side. Proud of his size. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High. Need I say more?

Matthew’s sex drive is high. He’s in a relationship with the most beautiful and sexy girl in the world, how could he not want you on a daily basis? He definitely lets you know too, whether it be straight up telling you or teasing you until you give in. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He makes sure you’re taken care of before holding you close, laying his head against yours, and sleeping soundly. 

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sleepy | jh86

✦ word count - 709

✦ summary - in which jack is a horndog, even when asleep.

✦ warnings - smut

✦ ava’s notes - first time posting my writing! i’m super nervous but super excited! i have other fics in the works but i’ve decided to post this first :) … i hope you guys enjoy!

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MOST PEOPLE DREAM when sleeping.

Some even have nightmares. 

Jack? No…no…he fucks in his sleep. 

Ever since you moved in together into a new apartment, and shared the same bed every night, like clockwork, Jack would start to stir and press his semi-hard length into your sleeping body. 

You, of course, wake up because you’re used to it by now. And usually you wouldn’t mind, but he had invited you to join him and his family to spend the summer at the lake house. 

Who were you to say no?

You and his brothers were simply separated by thin walls that didn’t keep in any sounds. One day, you had heard Quinn and Luke arguing in Quinn’s bedroom, and you could make out every word that was said. 

But Jack? He wasn’t affected by the change in circumstances. No, he, yet again, subconsciously pulled you into his warm embrace and rutted his dick into your ass. 

His hot breath was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you from behind. Hands started to wander underneath your shirt - his shirt - until he felt the swell of your breasts. 

You could feel his cock slightly twitch from under his shorts. His hand eventually made its way lower…and lower until he reached the hem of your panties. 

Ditching your underwear, at least for sleeping, sounded like a great idea from now on. From how often he does this, they’re just an obstacle. 

You bit down on your lip and he shoved your panties to the side and started to rub on your clit. Without warning, Jack slipped a finger into your wet cunt and you lightly gasped. He smirked, and you could somehow feel it. 

You weren’t even sure if he was still asleep or awake at this point. His finger curled and he added another finger. It felt too good to stop, but you knew that if he continued, you’d end up caught and the relentless teasing would ensue. 

As one hand fondled your breasts, the other one was occupied with your pussy. 

“Shhhh,” he whispered. He had to have been awake by now. You tried to wiggle away, but with how strong he was, you only managed to somehow get his fingers even deeper. 

Jack rutted his hips against your ass yet again, and you could feel him thrusting into you. “Fuck,” he lowly whispered. 

“Jack,” you whispered out, but he ignored you. Repeating his name again, which seemed to turn him on even more, had him trying to get his boxers off. Once they were on the floor, Jack gently pulled his fingers out of you, and used your arousal as lube. 

You gasped when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. As he stretched you out, you whimpered and covered your slack mouth with your hand. He just felt so good. 

“Shh baby, this house has thin walls. You gotta be quiet,” he purred out. His lips were sloppily kissing your neck and cheek while lazily thrusting into you. 

He kept hitting the right spot every time. You knew he was awake. 

“You need to keep quiet,” he moaned. His fingers left your breasts and dropped down to circle your tight bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Jack. Feels so good,” you mewled out, blubbering about how he felt so good and don’t stop. 

He could feel your climax approaching rapidly, and his thrusts suddenly started to get more of a reaction out of you. 

You bowed your head down and started to let out a moan, but Jack covered your mouth with his extra hand and muffled your noises. 

“You wanna come?” Nod. “Come with me, baby. Come on my cock like the good girl you are.” And with that, you clenched around his cock. He followed shortly after, emptying himself before slowly pulling out. 

You turned to face him, and his eyes were droopy with a lazy, fucked out smile on his lips. Pecking his lips, you embraced him and he wrapped his arms around your back, nestling his head into your neck. 

Your eyes caught the time. 2:48. Rolling your eyes, you smiled softly and went back to sleep. 

(No one caught you two, you naughty little horndogs.)

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ NHL MASTERLIST

𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 - ☼ 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 - ☾ 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 - ✩ 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 - ❀

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

MATTHEW TKACHUK - #19

shameless ✩ - in which matthew fucks reader in a club bathroom.

nsfw alphabet ✩ - self explanatory

inked desire ✩ - in which y/n gets a drunken tattoo, and matthew loves it a little too much. tbd

dangerous woman ✩ - in which reader wears a jersey that isn't matthew's, and he gets a little possessive, tbd

the after-game blues ☼ - after a particularly bad loss, reader comforts matthew, tbd

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬

JACK HUGHES - #86

sleepy ✩ - inspired by a cod tiktok…horny jack alert!

homecoming ☼ - jack goes out to celebrate a win with his teammates, and he stumbles home drunk; y/n takes care of his drunk, whiny ass

LUKE HUGHES - #43

intoxicated with you ✩ - in which the sacred sleepovers at the lake house turn into something more.

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

QUINN HUGHES - #43

the road to recovery ❀ - in which, for once, quinn takes care of injured reader, and not the other way around, tbd

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intoxicated with you (lh43) - in which the sacred sleepovers at the lake house turn into something more.

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