Lovely

lovely

i see you | ln x she.

Pairing: lando x she.

Summary: a new voice appears on the radio to get lando through the end of the hungary race.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: we've taken some liberties on whose allowed on the team radio ok? i'm in mourning. this is also my first time writing for f1 or lando so >.>

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the small crackle in his ear was a sure sign that someone was about to patronise him again. for years, for years he had bled for mclaren. he'd turned down calls from horner and the men in red, he'd turned his nose to them every single time and now he finally had a chance to put a closer dent in his gap on the world championship and they just wanted him to give it up. it wasn't fair, oscar couldn't even keep up he was the fastes-

"lan?" the quiet voice that appeared in his ear shocked him, his frown forming in his helmet.

"love? now they're using you to get to me?" he scoffed at the thought, his foot on the throttle a little harder as he made his way around turn 11. fuck the team orders, they couldn't do this to him.

for her part, his girl could feel the guilt eating at her chest. "i think so." she'd wanted to smack will when he had looked at her pleadingly from the garage. "but you tell me right now, if you want this win and i'll fight will for the radio for the rest of the race, i'll be out of here so quick and i'll cut them off, give you the time you need." she offered and lando knew she meant it. his girl was quiet, preferred to stay out of the lime light and would always pick his jolly over the flash cars he had, but when it came down to it she was scrappy.

a small smile appeared on the racers face as he thought about the sight, honestly he hoped she managed to trip will and cause some momentary damage. noting he had gone quiet she let her head drop a little, eyes closing as she tried to imagine was going through his head. "my love...can you look at him in the morning if you don't let him past now?" she asked quietly, ignoring the glares that were surrounding her in the pit wall.

"it's a win baby, i need to prove that i can win on my own after miami and i need...i need those points for the championship."

"so drive, put your throttle down lan, drive and don't stop till the flag if you can live with being that man, but i know you and i love you and i'll love you regardless of what you chose right now but i also know you and this won't be winning on your own merit, this will haunt you my love and he'd do it for you, you know he'd do it for you."

lando paused again, swallowing as he rounded the corner. "you'd love me even if i took the win?"

"even then." and now she was pretty sure will was going to murder her if she ever surrendered this radio, at the very least, andreas was never letting her back in the garage.

"you'll love me more if i give osc the spot back?" he hated how unsure his voice sounded as he asked the question and her heart broke for him over how much she knew he would tare into himself later.

"no lando, my love for you isn't based on what you do in that car, not ever, its the man that comes home to me i care about." chewing on her lip she let her gaze flicker to the monitors. "the pit lane straight is coming up..." the comment hung in the air between them and she watched as it happened, 6 seconds, 5.3 seconds, 4 seconds - lando was letting him past.

"you're my winner lando." she whispered softly into the radio, silently wiping the tear that fell at his act. the look of relief around the pit wall was enough to make her guilt grow even more, at what they had cost lando today, what they had made her do. if they could just get their damn strategies right he wouldn't have been put in this position in the first place, he'd had been free to race as he came out behind oscar but instead she would piece together the pieces they threatened to break again as she took care of him tonight.

"i love you so much." lando urged as he watched oscar fly past him, his heart stopping for a moment before his foot found the throttle again. he didn't want to hear wills voice again, not right now and they could make it through two more laps without his help anyway. "will you stay with me for the rest of the race?" he asked because wins and races could come and go so long as he had her.

her eyes flickered to andreas on the wall from where she knew he was listening, watching as he nodded. "confirmed norris, i'm with you till the end." they didn't say much as he finished his race but she kept the line open with him. if the rest of the world would have something to say about the lovers simply existing together for the next two minutes then let them, she was the only one who saw him sometimes she was sure, the only one who knew what he had just done would be doing to him inside.

the chequered flag came and she checked the screens once more before making the call. "that's p2 baby, p2, you know what to do from here." sliding from her chair she didn't bother to take the head set off as she made her way through the garage and out through the pit lane to where she knew lando would soon be parking. she was easy to spot with the bright yellow merch she wore, forever a lando girl over mclaren and her eyes shiny as she watched her man move to congratulate oscar. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, that the win would be tainted by shitty team orders but she'd get to celebrating with oscar later once she knew her driver was ok.

she continued to chew at her lip as lando removed his helmet, the green eyes she knew so well looking around for her and she let her smile return at the way his shoulder visibly relaxed at the sight of her. lando was slow to move, not wanting to risk any more hate that he already knew he was going to get but there was only one thing he wanted right now. the hands he felt cupping his face, an instant sanctuary for the male. "i see you lan." the soft words that meant more to him than even love would.

leaning forward lando let the gap between them close, his lips find hers softly for a moment. normally she would pull away and scald him, knowing just how many cameras were in this pit lane to capture the moment but he needed her more now than she needed to shrink into the shadows. "i'm so damn proud of you." she whispered against his lips, fingers finding the damp curls at the back of his head and her chest settling now that she could hold him once more.

he'd never been as good with words as she had, always seemingly saying the same thing but he wanted to try, for her. "you mean more to me than all this you know?" he could already hear the people calling his name for media duties and as tempting as it was to just face the fines, grab his girl and vanish, lando knew that it would be better for the team if he saved them face. all the blood he'd lost for them still had to count for something right? taking a final second to lock in her face, lando lent forward for a final singular kiss. "i'll see you in my drivers room." he promised before he stepped away.

with a small nod she moved back, eyes filled with tears once more as he stepped up to take the mike from nico and he demonstrated once more why he was the man she adored. racing could continue to test him all it wanted, but she would be the anchor whilst he weathered any storm for as long as he needed her.

Let me make you feel good 𐙚

Jude Bellingham x Pop Star!Reader

nsfw [18+] warnings! soft dom!Jude, creampie kink, soft sex, emotional intimacy, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected, backstage sex, gentle possessiveness

summary, you've performed in sold-out arenas with the world at your feet for the months you've been on tour, but Jude is the only one who makes you feel like this. On the final night of your tour, he sneaks into your dressing room before curtain call, unable to keep his hands off you. You're glammed, trembling, and desperate. And he’s there to remind you exactly who you belong to.

There was a soft knock on the dressing room door. You didn’t have to ask who it was.

“Come in,” you whispered, heart already fluttering.

Jude stepped in and shut the door behind him, slow and quiet. He was in all black, hood up, cap low, the way he always moved through the stadium unnoticed. But his eyes? His eyes found you instantly.

“You look…” he breathed, taking a shaky step forward, “...fucking unreal.”

You stood in front of the vanity in your stage fit—tight, sparkly, tiny. Heels high. Lip gloss on. Hair pinned perfectly.

But the second he touched you, it all slipped away.

“You nervous?” he asked, voice soft against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

You nodded. “It’s the last night. It’s a lot.”

Jude turned you in his arms. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “You always do too much,” he murmured. “Always give everything. Just for once… let me take care of you first.”

You didn’t speak. Just leaned in, lips brushing his and that’s all it took.

He kissed you slow, deep, fingers sliding up under the hem of your outfit. You gasped against his mouth when he touched you, already soaked, already aching.

“Need me that bad, baby?” he asked, voice all silk. “You’ve got a stadium full of people waiting for you and you’re dripping for me like this?”

You whimpered, hips rocking forward, desperate.

“Jude, please…”

He didn’t rush. Just walked you back gently toward the couch, laying you down like you were something delicate. You clutched at his hoodie, eyes wide.

“I’ll be careful,” he whispered, kneeling between your legs. “You’ve only got a few minutes, I’ll be good, I swear.”

And then—

“Five minutes, Y/N!” your manager’s voice called from down the hall. “We need you out of here and heading to stage in five!”

You gasped, but Jude only smiled. “Perfect,” he said, pulling your panties down. “That’s all I need.”

He slid inside you slow, careful, stretching you sweetly. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, head tilted back in pleasure.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered, brushing your hair back as he rocked into you. “Don’t think about the show right now. Just let me love you.”

It was slow. Deep. Every roll of his hips a soft promise. He kissed your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, murmuring how proud he was of you, how beautiful you looked, how tight and warm you felt around him.

You tried to hold back tears, overwhelmed by the softness, the fullness.

“You gonna come for me?” Jude whispered.

You nodded against his chest, thighs trembling.

“Gonna let me fill you up?” he breathed. “Let my cum drip down your thighs while you’re out there performing like the star you are?”

“Please,” you whispered. “I want it—I want you—”

He picked up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster as you moaned against his skin. The feel of him stretching you, you squeezed around him causing a groan to tear from his lips.

He kissed you as you came, shaking around him. And he followed seconds later, with a soft groan against your lips, burying himself deep and staying there, not moving, not rushing, just holding you while you caught your breath.

When he finally pulled out, you were still twitching, still full of him, your body humming with everything he gave you.

You stood slowly, shaky in your heels.

Jude helped fix your outfit. Smoothed your hair. Tucked a stray lash away with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered against your temple. “Now go make them scream for you.”

You smiled, eyes glassy. “You gonna watch from side stage?”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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mclando81

7 months ago

I'm just gonna say this:

I hope your favorite driver(s) NEVER has to endure the treatment that Lando has received for simply *existing*. It's honestly heartbreaking that people think this behavior is okay.

Maybe I'm an outlier, but hate towards ANY driver is wrong.

We need to do better.

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mclando81

7 months ago

Charles : Yes whatever you want as always, I did my job, but being nice fucks me over all the fucking time, all the fucking time. It's not even being nice, it's just being respectful. I know I need to shut up, but at one point it's always the same, so- oh my fucking god

Fred : CHARLES

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mclando81

6 months ago

Lando joined McLaren when they were in the trenches. He has helped the team's development since 2017 (when he was test driver). he did his apprenticeship with them.

He was part of mclaren's resurgence in 2019. He stayed after 2022, even though he could have easily gone to another team to taste success. He stayed in years where getting a p7 was celebrated like a fucking podium. He kept faith and believed his team had the talent and capability to be the best of the best.

Every time he has re-signed he's talked about how he did it so the team would have stability and would know he believed in them. In 2022 and the start of 2023, he told his team he believed in them, he told the media his team could turn it around. He was constantly protecting them in front of cameras, despite people saying he was stupid to stay. He is the team leader, their lead driver, willing to do anything to make sure McLaren is on top.

he's been with them for almost a decade now. In that time, McLaren has gone from last on the grid to constructors champions, and through it all Lando has been there, the constant, working towards and hoping and believing they would get there. No one deserves this success more than him🧡🧡🧡

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mclando81

10 months ago

is the luke x reader marriage talks in the hera cabin still happening?

aaah hi, sorryy i've been absolutely swamped, lot's of stuff is going onn..

but i doo have a rough draft or twoo, would you still be interested in reading it? or has the hype around luke gone down ?