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What Happens in Ibiza

Sequel to Muse

Relationship: Niki Lauda x Reader x James Hunt

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Threesome, double penetration, spitroasting, deep throating, facefucking, oral sex (m and f receiving), handjobs, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, rimjobs, safe sex, condom use, under-negotiated kink, very mild petplay, male on male anal, anal sex, switch James Hunt, switch Niki Lauda, switch Reader, praise kink, reader goes into an overstimulated space and her partners don't immediately realise.

You knew what you got into when you married Niki Lauda. He warned you that he would forget your birthdays, and anniversaries. He warned you that he wouldn’t be good at making friends, and he wouldn’t be great in social situations. He told you that his driving was a strong priority, and that wasn’t likely to change. He would be busy with his racing season, and might have to miss out on her own work achievements and priorities. You would have to travel with him during the Formula One season, or be alone quite a bit throughout the year. If you did travel with him, you might be limited in what you could do for work throughout the year, and might have to dedicate yourself almost solely to Formula One for half the year.

What you did not expect was how frequently James Hunt would feature in your life. He visited while he was in Vienna, and again while you were back home in New York City to pack your belongings. He invited you and Niki to his home in London shortly after the 1975 season ended, but before your marriage. Three visits in a few short months, all quite impromptu but pleasant enough, with the excuse that he was in the area and thought he ‘might as well’. After visiting Ibiza for your honeymoon, Niki proceeded to buy a house there with enough privacy for the both of you to enjoy the off season together. Of course, shortly after you both finished settling in, Niki received a phone call which had him sequestered away in the house for nearly an hour while you lay out in the sun, naked as the day you were born. Your husband returns to you with a hesitant smile on his face, leaning down to cup your chest and give you a gentle squeeze from behind while pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Mouse.” He murmurs against your skin in greeting, and you know he’s about to say something he thinks you might not like. There’s a hint of hesitance to his tone that he only uses those rare times when he’s nervous about your reaction about something.

“Honey.” You reply, and he huffs a quiet laugh, stroking his hands down over your body, enjoying the sunkissed heat of your skin. His thumbs stroke over your nipples, and you hum, stretching lazily like a cat under his hands.

“That was James. He is coming to visit us.” Niki murmurs, and you roll your eyes, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“You mean he’s coming to visit you, with the benefit of my company as a delightful bonus.” You retort, and he presses kisses down your neck to your shoulder.

“I dare say he likes you a fair bit more than me, mouse, he is just… unsure how to react with you. He is used to women who are willing to have an affair with him, and your disinterest makes him unsure how to act with you.” Niki replies, and you snort, twisting his curls around your fingers.

“I didn’t want James before we started dating.” You remind him, and Niki smiles against your skin as if that pleases him, then gently scrapes his teeth across your shoulder.

“I know. He is unused to that. Which is why he treats you like one of ‘the guys’ when he’s around, and yet he still admires you.”

“Admires me?”

“You have not seen him? He looks at what is mine, mouse. You wore that low-cut shirt in London, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of your chest. In Vienna, you wore the dress with the slit to dinner and he kept looking at your legs.” Niki replies, and you hum thoughtfully.

“I’m pretty sure I caught him looking at your ass once.” You muse, and Niki chokes on his own spit. You can’t help but laugh as you pat and rub his back, guiding him to sit on the edge of your lounge chair. Niki’s cheeks are red as he catches his breath, and you giggle a little as you skim your hand down his back to give his bum a squeeze, “I don’t blame him. It’s a very cute butt.”

Your husband gives you a flat look, but the corner of his mouth twitches, and you tap your lower lip while pouting at him. With a quiet sigh as if you’re asking for so much from him by silently demanding his affections, he leans down and kisses you softly while skimming his hand up over your bare thigh.

“He will be here in a couple of hours. You’ll need to wear a bathing suit for once.” Niki reminds you, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Will I?”

Niki gives you a somewhat stern look, and you begin to crack, starting to smile despite your attempts at holding back.

“What? I’m not allowed to swim naked anymore? You told me you liked watching me do things naked.” You tease, and Niki smiles a little, getting up from the chair.

“At least a bikini, mouse. You have plenty of them - let them see some sun.”

You reluctantly agree, leaning up to steal another kiss, “Why’s James coming to visit, anyways?”

“He lost his drive. Hesketh went under, and he needs a break while he looks for a new one.” Niki replies. You nod sympathetically.

“A mini vacation will be good for him.”

~

Niki leaves to pick James up a couple of hours later, and you put on some music in the house, dancing around while you change out the sheets in the guest room, set towels in the attached bathroom for him, and hang a spare robe on the back of the door. You spare a thought for the bookshelf where you’ve put all of the magazines you’ve modelled in, the unused outtakes tucked between them in mini albums. In the end, you leave them, unashamed of the work you’ve done before. James has seen your ads before anyways, it’s nothing new to him.

By the time James and Niki get back to the house, you’ve changed into a knee-length white linen skirt and a powder blue crochet crop top with your newest white bikini underneath. You greet them at the door, and James grins at the sight of you, looping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground to give you a squeeze.

“Hello darling! Look at you, the sun has somehow made you even more beautiful, hasn’t it?”

“It certainly hasn’t hurt, dear. You could use some, couldn’t you? You’ve lost some colour.” You give his cheeks a squeeze, and James laughs, reluctantly putting you down but holding your waist for a few seconds longer.

“Niki, how do you get anything done?” He asks, finally letting you go and clapping your husband on the back as the Austrian lugs his suitcase in.

“Unsuccessfully.” Niki retorts, and his frank tone of voice makes both yourself and James laugh. James follows Niki up to the guest room, chattering away with him, though you can see a certain stress and sadness in him. You leave him to Niki for now, setting out a tray upon which you put your sunscreen, the magazine you’re reading, a cocktail, some sliced fruit, and a spray bottle you’ve taken to using when you get a little overheated. You head outside to the pool again after putting on your sunglasses, putting your tray down, then taking off your top and skirt.

The boys join you soon after while you’re rubbing sunscreen into your legs, and you hum happily as Niki sits behind you to take the bottle from you. James grins widely at you, a certain sparkle in his eye that you’re especially fond of, as he strips his shirt off.

“Mind doing my back, darling?”

You laugh, patting the chair in front of you while you lean into Niki’s firm hands as he rubs your back. James hums as you rub sunscreen into his tanned skin, and you ignore the touch-starved way that he rubs your legs, as if finishing the job you’d been doing when they interrupted you. You sigh as Niki slips his arms around you to rub your stomach and chest, and James makes a rather adorable curious noise when he hears you.

“What are you two doing back there? Are you feeling each other up? You know, it’s only fair to include your guests if you’re going to be touching each other up.” Hunt teases playfully, and you roll your eyes, reaching around him to squeeze his pecs.

“There, satisfied, dear?”

“Well, I’m certainly not lonely anymore.”

Niki snorts, giving you a gentle pat on the hip and a kiss to the shoulder, “Done, mouse.”

You release James, handing him the bottle of sunscreen, then giving him a gentle push.

“Alright, both of you, get. This is my lounge chair, go get your own.” You insist, and Niki pecks your cheek before he gets up, settling in the chair to your left. You scowl at him when he steals a sip of your cocktail, but he only gives you a smug grin, laying back and pulling his hat down over his eyes so he can relax. James rubs sunscreen into his chest, stomach and arms, then wipes what remains on his face. He stretches, then dives into the pool, and you sip your cocktail as you watch him muck about.

“Niki! Get in with me.” Hunt calls, and you watch your husband peek out from under his hat sceptically.

“Why? So you can dunk me?”

“Oh, don’t be a bore. Get in with me! It’s boiling out, and you have to be overheating.”

Niki looks at you as if for support, but you simply raise an eyebrow at him.

“He’s right, love. Go swim with the big puppy dog, he’s lonely.” You hum, taking a sip of your cocktail, “Would you two like drinks? I’ll make you something.”

Both men agree to your terms, and you head back into the house, glancing back only briefly over your shoulder to catch two sets of pretty blue eyes glued to your ass. You make them both punchy little cocktails, heading back out to the pool, and beaming at the sight awaiting you. James and Niki are splashing each other, both smiling and laughing together. James’ hair is stringy, and he looks a bit like a wet dog, while Niki’s curls only seem to get curlier when wet. You pause by the back door, watching them fondly as Niki tries to dunk James, only to have his wrists grabbed, both of them wrestling for the upper hand. James’ grin is blinding as the sun, his hair flying around his head like spun gold as he tries to avoid being knocked over by your husband. In this light, he’s no longer boring, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of two handsome men play-wrestling like children.

You haven’t the heart to interrupt them, so you put the cocktails on your tray and lay back on your lounge chair to observe. It doesn’t take long for them to tire themselves out, but by the time they do, you’ve finished your cocktail and your magazine. James leans over your chair when he gets out to collect his drink, and you squeal as he drips all over you, then anchors his hands on either side of you and gives a mighty shake like a big dog.

“Niki!” You cry for help from your husband, but he only stands over you and rings out his hair over your head, “Oh, you bastard! You’re both awful men. Awful, bad, bad men.”

James laughs gleefully, slinging an arm over Niki’s shoulders, their prior wrestling forgotten with the united purpose of harassing you. You pout at them both, fleeing from your lounge chair, and only barely dodging James’ reaching hands that would no doubt try and toss you into the pool. You don’t give him a chance, circling towards the deep end, and dive into the water to swim across the pool. When you surface, you find yourself once again being watched, and you smooth your hair back out your face to peer at the boys.

“What?” You ask. James tilts his head like a confused dog, but his eyes are intense as he stares at you, and you blink at him.

“Mouse, your swimsuit is not as thick as you thought it was.” Niki comments, his own stare fixed firmly on your nipples where they show through the fabric. You glance down at yourself, raising your eyebrows with shock when you see how transparent the white bikini has gotten.

“Oh.” You hum, and James echoes you, then grunts when Niki elbows him in the ribs.

~

Dinner is a lazy affair, all three of you exhausted from the sun, the swimming, and the play fighting. You make a spread of easy but filling tapas paired with wine, so all of you can just grab what you like. You drape yourself across one of the shorter parts of the C-shaped sofa, and smile as James thumps down on the longer part, plopping his head into your lap. You pet his hair, smiling at Niki as he enters the room and claims the other short side of the sofa, draping James’ feet over his lap without a care while he nurses a glass of wine. James practically purrs as you tuck his hair behind his ear, shivering when you trace your nail around the shell of his ear.

“I hope you weren’t looking to party too much, darling. We’ve been enjoying a lazy vacation.” You muse, and James nuzzles his cheek against your thigh.

“No, this is what I wanted.” He replies, and you smile, setting your wine glass aside so you can put a couple of braids in his hair. Together, you all watch a couple of television programs and doze together, until finally, Niki gets up from the sofa to tidy up the kitchen. Taking his queue, you stroke the back of your fingers across James’ cheek, gently coaxing him awake. He yawns, stretching across your lap dramatically, and you laugh as he wiggles and fusses like a giant golden retriever.

“Okay, okay, up you get, dear.” You croon, and he obediently sits up, pecking your cheek loudly as he slips from the sofa.

“God, is it really that early? Are we going to bed at Niki-o’clock?” Hunt teases, and you snort, getting up from the sofa to drink your wine.

“It’s nearly eleven, dear, it’s far past Niki-o’clock.” You retort, stretching, nearly jumping out of your skin when Niki puts his still-slightly-damp hands on your bare sides, “Oh! Niki, your hands are cold!”

Your husband is unapologetic, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder.

“James, if you need anything during the night, what’s mine is yours. The fridge is stocked, as is the bar cart. We’ll have breakfast in the morning, then decide on plans for the day.”

“I’ll see you both in the morning, then.” James replies, and you all head up the stairs together, splitting off at the guest room. Niki squeezes your hips as you enter your bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him, then dragging you into the bathroom with him. You take a blissfully warm and lazy shower together, and Niki promises to fuck you in the morning since Hunt is never up early and neither of you are awake enough to manage tonight. You pull on one of Niki’s shirts to sleep in, forgoing underwear, and Niki only tugs on a clean pair of boxer briefs. He drags you into his arms the moment you crawl under the sheets with him, and you sigh happily as he curls himself around you, tangling his legs with yours.

~

Warm skin brushes against your legs, and you come to consciousness quite suddenly, groaning softly as the bed dips beside you. You blindly reach out, hands sliding over planes of muscle without the normal softness that you’re used to. You let out a confused noise, and are gently hushed, warm hands gently stroking your arms and sides until you relax and melt into a sleepy puddle. The hands leave you, and you chase after them, wrapping your arms around a frame far bigger than what you’re used to. You snuggle closer, pressing your face into the bare expanse of warm back in front of you, and wedge your leg between the thighs of the body you’re clinging to. It isn’t Niki, which should be disconcerting, but the smell of it is familiar enough that your brain isn’t waking up.

Niki moans quietly, a waking-up sort of moan that tickles your brain, and the body in front of you vibrates as it once again shushes, except this time it isn’t aimed at you. Finally, you blink your eyes open and yawn as you take in the golden tan skin of the man in front of you. You reach past where your hands are currently laid on his stomach and find the softness of your husband. You put two and two together, and blink blearily as you realise that James Hunt is in bed with you, and he’s spooning your husband, while you spoon him.

“James?”

“Mmm?”

“Why are you in bed with us, dear?”

“... I was lonely.” James admits, and you sigh quietly, stroking your hands over the man’s stomach soothingly.

“So you thought it was good idea to get in bed with us?” Niki asks sleepily, his accent even thicker when he’s only just waking up. You peer over James’ body, your chin resting on his ribs in a way that you’re sure isn’t comfortable, but you couldn’t care less. Your husband hasn’t moved to try and get away from Hunt - the Brit’s arm is wrapped around him, and you can see him stroking his stomach. A smart plan. Niki is easily soothed with petting.

“I was lonely. You said what’s yours is mine.” James reminds him, and Niki huffs, stretching leisurely in Hunt’s arms. You drop your head back down onto your pillow, shifting a little to get comfortable, and James’ breath hitches. He shifts a little against you, and you grumble, petting his chest soothingly to get him to stop squirming.

“What is it, Hunt?” Niki snaps after a moment, then makes a weird squeaky sound, continuing after a suspiciously long pause, “are you hard?”

“Sorry, sorry.” James mutters, pushing at your knee gently to try and get it out from between his legs. You only obey after quite a bit of pushing.

“What is it?” You ask, and he scrunches up a little, pushing Niki’s arse away from the curve of his body.

“Your leg keeps rubbing against my dick, and you’re not wearing knickers, and I can feel it. Plus, Niki’s arse pressing back on me.” James retorts. Niki hums, and you swear you hear a hint of sympathy in his tone. You can’t help but practically purr behind the Brit as you realise he’s hard. James Hunt is hard over you and your husband. James Hunt is at least somewhat bisexual, just like you. Niki knew about you - you had discussed it before, despite having minimal experience with women, and he didn’t judge you at all. He didn’t admit to any feelings for men himself, but he wasn’t close-minded at all, so you weren’t necessarily surprised to find him feeling arousal for a man he had an emotional connection with.

“She doesn’t like wearing underwear if she doesn’t have to.” Your husband explains, a bit of heat in his voice as he glances back over his shoulder at you both. James groans, a hint higher and more submissive than you expected from him, and you pet his tummy reassuringly.

“Shh, it’s okay. Poor pup, you’re just needy, aren’t you?” You whisper, and Niki lets out a quiet, approving moan. James freezes between you both, and you sigh blissfully, sitting up and climbing on top of the Brit who snuck into your bed, straddling his lap while he lays on his back beneath you. Niki rolls over, propping himself up on his arm and peering at James with pink cheeks and desire darkened eyes.

“Is this what you wanted, James? When you crawled into our bed?” Niki asks, and you smile, leaning down to pull him up into an eager kiss while James stutters out a shaky ‘yes’ in response. Your husband sighs against your mouth, cupping your cheek, and you gently bite his lower lip.

“Are you okay with this?” You whisper, and Niki nuzzles his nose against yours, then presses your foreheads together.

“I am, mausi. Is this what you want?” He asks, and James watches you two with eager, wide eyes, his blond eyelashes fluttering as he breathes heavily.

“I suppose I could be persuaded to indulge our dear guest.” You reply with just a hint of dismissiveness in your voice, and James grabs your hips as you roll your bare cunt down on him, gasping for breath. He stares up at you with blatant desire on his face, chest heaving as he reaches out with one hand to grasp at Niki’s thigh while the other digs into your hip. Niki licks his lips, reaching out to pet your other hip, and turning his gaze on James.

“Do you have condoms? You are not fucking my wife without a condom.”

James laughs shakily, letting his head fall back on the mattress, disbelieving of how lucky he’s found himself. He lifts you so easily you let out a loud gasp, then lays you down beside your husband, who begins to strip your shirt off while Hunt heads for the door.

“In my room. I’ll be right back. Feel free to get started without me.” He calls as he practically bounds back towards his room. You immediately reach for Niki, finding him hard and aching against your palm, and you giggle. Niki curls over you to steal a couple of gentle kisses, and you arch beneath him as he sweeps his hand over your ribs to cup your breast, pinching your nipple. You roll your thumb over the head of his cock, tapping the pad of your thumb against the precum beaded at the tip to show the string of cum connecting the two.

“Ahh, my poor husband. Did the big handsome golden retriever get you hard?” You coo, and he sighs blissfully as you wrap your hand around him fully and give him a couple of strokes. Niki bats your hand away, pressing you back into the mattress while he crawls between your legs and swipes his tongue through the wet heat of your cunt. You gasp, and he pushes two fingers into you, scissoring them to spread you open. James rejoins you both with a box in hand, dropping it on the night table and smoothing his hand over Niki’s ass. Your husband moans into your cunt, and you grin, leaning up to meet James in a gentle and somewhat tentative kiss.

“You’re very occupied with his ass. You can take his boxer briefs off, if you want.” You offer to Niki’s delight, as evidenced by the way he sucks eagerly at your clit and crooks his fingers. James obediently helps Niki out of his underwear, then smoothes his hands over Niki’s ass, squeezing. You watch through half-lidded eyes as James stares, somewhat awkward and unsure. A soft laugh makes James blink at you, and you slip up from the mattress to give James’ hip a squeeze. 

“You’ve never done this before?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“Not with a man.”

“It’s not that different, darling. Niki, love, lay on your back for me. I’m going to show James what I reward you with when you’re very, very good.” You coo, and your husband is quick to follow your directions. James tilts his head curiously at the obvious excitement, and you offer James a wink as you lay on your belly on the bed and push Niki’s legs up. Gentle strokes to start with, your hand slick with spit and precum mixed, squeezing gently around the head on each upstroke. You swipe your tongue over Niki’s hole and he groans deeply, head tossed back into the pillows at the mixed sensations. James watches, fascinated, while you lap at your husband and stroke his cock, stopping briefly to roll his balls in your mouth before returning to your work. When he’s suitably relaxed and pliable, you open the night table drawer and hand James a bottle of lube. 

“Warm it up with your fingers. Go slowly - I’ve only put two fingers in him before, and mine are much smaller than yours. No such thing as too much lube, so add more if you need it. And this is a marathon, not a sprint, darling. Take your time.” You purr, your arms around James’ waist, hands stroking over his chest and stomach while he coats his fingers and rubs the viscous gel over Niki’s hole. You release James to duck into the bathroom and brush your teeth, returning to find James two fingers deep in your husband, whose hands are fisted in the sheets while he moans for more.

“It’s easier after what you did. Last time I did this, it took longer.” James admits to you as you approach, kissing across his shoulder, then wrapping your hand around him loosely. He gasps, then groans lowly, leaning back into you but continuing to fingerfuck Niki.

“Niki likes to be treated gently.” You reply softly, your voice full of love and desire in equal measure, and James looks back at you with a hint of longing in his big blue eyes, “He’s much easier to play with when he’s nice and relaxed, aren’t you, honey?”

Niki grunts an affirmative as James adds a third finger, “Show him where it is.”

You giggle, crawling onto the bed with Niki and leaning down to kiss him.

“Aww, are you missing how easy I find it every time, love? We’re not looking to make you come yet. Have patience.”

Niki frowns, and James chuckles as he crooks his fingers awkwardly, seeking but missing the mark. You would help him, but you know your husband. Prostate orgasms always take him out of commission for much longer than anything else, and you want to make this last a little. You fetch a condom and roll it onto James while he sighs blissfully at the feeling of your hands on him, though it turns into a groan as you pour a generous amount of lube in your hand and shamelessly coat his cock in it.

“He should be okay.” You murmur, and James carefully pulls his fingers out while Niki whines at the empty feeling, quickly replaced by a whimper as you notch the head of the Brit’s cock against your husband’s hole, “Go ahead, puppy. Don’t worry about making him come, I want that for myself.”

Niki makes a ‘huh?’ sound at your declaration, though it quickly turns into a deep, shaky groan as James slowly begins to push his hips forwards. You watch closely as James bottoms out, drawing moans from both himself and Niki, and you frown as James begins to pull out a little too quickly. He starts to thrust at an even pace, lost in the pleasure, while Niki scrunches up his face in discomfort but doesn’t voice any complaints. You grab James’ hips, holding him still with just the tip inside of your poor husband, digging your perfectly manicured nails into his skin a little.

“Naughty puppy. How inconsiderate. You’re being very ungrateful when we welcomed you into our bed, mutt. You have to be gentle, and take it slow. Niki hasn’t done this before.” You scold the big blond Brit, and he pants for breath, dropping his hand to rub Niki’s thigh soothingly.

“Sorry Niki, sorry.”

“Fuck off.” Niki retorts through gritted teeth, and you pout, stroking his softening cock gently.

“Was that unpleasant? Lookit you, poor thing. Lemme help, honey.” You purr, taking your husband’s cock into your mouth and giving him the softest, wettest blowjob possible just to ease him back into things. Niki tangles his fingers in your hair, breathing heavily as he starts to get hard again, and you drop your hand to stroke your fingers around his rim so that you can feel him relax. Only when you feel Niki loosen up do you pat James’ stomach again. He starts to thrust slowly, measured and gentle, and Niki grips your hair a little tighter to guide your head and keep himself interested. You guide him through it for a little while longer, bobbing your head in slow, leisurely movements until he’s starting to really enjoy the gentle thrusts.

A pouty moan leaves Niki’s lips as you let his cock slip from your mouth and slap wetly against his stomach, and you kiss your way up his body, then lay back on the bed to watch them together.

“You can hump Niki a little faster, puppy.” You purr, and James immediately speeds up, clinging to Niki’s hips for dear life, “Does he feel good?”

“So fucking good. So tight.” The Brit moans over the loud slap of skin on skin, and you smile as he lets his head fall back, stomach muscles rippling with every thrust. Niki reaches for you desperately and you lovingly curl up behind him, the back of his head pillowed on your tits while you pet his plush little tummy. You brace him as James picks up his pace a little more, losing his rhythm as he gets closer. Niki doesn’t look anywhere near coming, but you’re happy enough with that. You want him to fuck you once James is done with him, and you know he’ll be desperate, which is just how you like him.

“Are you close, pup?” You coo, and James groans out a ragged yes, struggling to make and maintain eye contact with you, “poor, desperate mutt. Go ahead and come.”

James practically howls as he gives a couple more sloppy thrusts, clinging to Niki as he comes, his fingers leaving marks in your husband’s plush thighs. He’s quick to pull out, pulling off his condom and tying it off, then heading into the master bathroom with his typical swagger, buckass naked. He returns a few moments later, collapsing onto the bed next to you both and humming pleasantly.

“Fuck, darling, you two are far more fucked up than I thought you’d be.”

“Are you complaining, mutt?” You ask, and James scoffs.

“Is that nickname going to stick? Not that I’m complaining.”

“No? Should I get you a collar?” You coo, then giggle as Niki gets up after a moment of resting his poor abused hips, dragging you across the bed towards him, “Ohh, hi honey, what could you possibly want?”

Niki manhandles you onto your stomach, and you gasp, then dissolve into eager giggles as he yanks your hips up. You give a playful little wiggle, practically purring as Niki squeezes your ass, rubbing the head of his cock against you. James watches curiously, surprised to find you being so submissive when moments before you’d been domming the shit out of him. As Niki pushes inside of you, he pushes you down into the mattress, his hand planted firmly between your shoulders. James reaches out to take one of your hands as you cling to the sheets, knitting his fingers with yours and squeezing gently.

“Fuck, mausi, you’re so wet. Have we neglected you?” Niki asks, and you moan plaintively, offering James a pout since you can’t see your husband, “was that a yes? My poor wife, taking care of me while we neglect her sweet, soft little pussy.”

James offers you a pout, worming a hand under you to squeeze your tits while he recovers, “is she tight? Do you think she could fit both of us?”

You moan at the mere idea of it, shaking your head, but Niki plants his foot in the mattress and pounds into you before you can say anything.

“She could, but not both in her cunt. She’s too tight.” Niki replies through grunts, digging his hands into your hips as sweat drips from his forehead. James chuckles, getting up onto his knees and stroking your cheek.

“Let me have your mouth for a while, darling. Once your husband is done, will you let me have you too?” He asks, and you hum, blinking glassy eyes up at him.

“Condom.” You remind him, and he sighs, pouting as he fetches another condom. He rolls it on reluctantly, and you flick your tongue over the head of his cock, kissing it gently.

“Tease.” he mutters, and you grin, then pop the head into your mouth, sucking lazily while Niki reaches around you to stroke your clit. You moan around James’ cock, and he pushes forwards a little greedily, his eyes rolling back in his head when you don’t gag. You nuzzle your nose into his pubic hair, your fingers holding the base of the condom to provide complete coverage, and James’ low rumbly groan sends shivers down your spine.

“Niki, mate, how do you not spend all day fucking her throat? Even with the rubber, she’s fantastic.” The Brit muses, and Niki grunts, stroking your clit just the way you like, the praise and gentle touches sending shivers down your spine.

“You should feel her raw. My wife is talented - her clever little tongue works magic, and her cunt is so sweet, the way she sucks me dry. She loves it when I come inside of her.” Niki rasps, and you hum your agreement around the length of James’ cock, lazy little bobs of your head encouraging the Brit to grab your hair and hold on. You pull back as you get close to the edge, not wanting to accidentally bite, and Niki speeds up his thrusts to that sloppy but eager rhythm he always melts down to when he’s about to come.

“Can I come on your face, darling?” James asks, and you blink at him, then shake your head and prop yourself up a little.

“Gimme a pearl necklace.” You purr, and Niki accommodates your fun by pulling you back against his chest instead of shoving you down into the mattress. His hips stutter as he gets closer, and his rhythm on your clit suffers, but you take over for him. He groans as he fills you up, his hands digging into your hips tight enough to bruise. James paints your chest and neck with cum a moment later after tearing off the condom, his fingers tangled in your hair, holding your head back almost lovingly.

You stroke your clit, whining plaintively when Niki pulls out to avoid oversensitivity, and you roll onto your back. Niki pants beside you, snuggling up to your side and slipping his hand between your legs, pushing two fingers into you and crooking them until he finds your spot. He strokes in time with you, peppering kisses across your cheeks, eyelids, temple and finally your lips until you come with a ragged cry that sounds almost ripped from you. You pull your hand away, but James simply replaces it with his own, skillfully strumming your clit while Niki grins against your shoulder and plays along.

“Wait, wait, s’too much.” You mumble, grasping for James’ wrist, but he simply grabs your hand in his free hand and pins it above your head.

“You deserve another.” He coos, and Niki immediately joins in, stroking your hair with his free hand while he devastates you with the other.

“You did so good for us, mein mausi. Take another, let us treat you right. You’ll let James fuck you after, won’t you? I think he deserves the pleasure of your sweet cunt.” Niki whispers praise against your ear, and you arch between them, lip caught between your teeth as they bring you hurtling towards the edge so quickly after the last orgasm. It doesn’t take long to get you there, between their filthy praises, their skilled fingers, and Niki’s mouth softly pressing butterfly kisses across your face. You scream this time when you come, head thrown back, grasping at the sheets so tightly you nearly rip them.

While James fetches another condom, Niki coaxes you through the aftermath, his love whispered sweetly directly against your ear as if it were too precious to be heard by anyone else. You let Niki clean you up with his tongue despite it being far too sensitive, whimpers escaping you that only seem to make him more eager. James gives him a gentle shove out of the way, already a little over half hard and sheathed in a condom, his eyes glazed over with eager desire.

“That thing is demonic. There’s no way his refractory period is that low.” You mutter, and Niki snorts, kissing your temple.

“Enjoy it, mausi.” He murmurs, holding your legs open as James slaps his cock against your cunt none too gently. The Brit sighs as he grinds himself against you, then notches the head against your hole and mercilessly thrusts into you, balls deep in one go. Niki hums a little at the sight, sliding his fingers through yours and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“God, you’re still tight.” James growls, and you gasp for breath as he sets an almost cruel pace, rutting into you like the animal you claimed he was. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you can see Niki staring at them approvingly.

“Good, fuck her hard. It makes her tits jiggle.” Niki instructs, and James gives a devilish grin that makes you squirm a little. You squeeze Niki’s hand tightly, and he kisses your knuckles soothingly as if he didn’t just tell his dear friend to fuck you hard and make your boobs bounce. Each thrust makes you cry out, tossing your head back into the sheets as the overstimulation makes your nerves sizzle. It’s too much, too fast, but neither James nor Niki seem sympathetic to your plight. Niki releases your hand to instead strum your clit, and James pushes your legs up a bit so he can fuck you deeper, until you can practically feel him in your lungs. You clench up, throwing your head back as you come so suddenly you barely even know what’s happened to you.

“Yeah, that’s it, come on my cock, darling. Let go for us.” James moans, and Niki echoes him, stroking his hand up over your stomach to gently soothe you while he whispers in your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, mausi. So fucking perfect for us.”

You start to drift a bit, lost in sensation, too much and not enough and overwhelming in the best and worst ways. You’re a conflicted mess. You can hear Niki whispering to you, and James panting as he ruts into you, but you can’t understand what Niki’s saying, let alone muster the strength to respond. A slap to your clit jolts you, and you cry out, tears in your eyes as Niki says something in an angry tone, followed by gentle stroking against your cheek that makes you blink to try and see through the blur. James groans above you like he’s been shot, and you shudder as he pulls out, leaving you empty and shivering.

“Mausi?” Niki asks, and you blink at him through the slight blur of tears as sensation floods back in, first sight, then sound, then the smell of Niki’s cologne, “mouse? Are you okay?”

“Is she alright?” James asks, voice shaky, his breathing heavy as he lays down beside you and brushes a hand over your stomach. Niki pets your hair back, and you lean into his touch.

“I’m okay.” You croak, and Niki breathes out a sigh of relief, “I just got… overstimulated or something.”

James presses a soft kiss to your cheek, “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t realise you were that out of it.”

You hum, leaning into his lips, and blinking your eyes closed.

“S’okay, I didn’t expect it. Couldn’t warn you.” You mumble, and Niki kisses you softly, helping you crawl up the bed to curl up with him.

“You need to sleep, mouse,” he purrs, and you stretch and wiggle to get comfy, “we can play more tomorrow if you’re up for it.”

“Can we?” James asks, like he thought this was a one time only thing. You shrug, nuzzling your face against Niki’s chest.

“Sure. C’mere, come cuddle me. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

~

After a luxurious shower in which Niki eagerly stakes his claim, and a quiet breakfast in which James does his damndest to eat you out of house and home, you all curl up on the sofa to figure out what you’d all like to do. A visit to the beach occupies most of your day together, along with lunch on the boardwalk. You head home together, sun-drunk and happy, and in James’ case perhaps a little tipsy as well. You only had one drink, and Niki didn’t drink at all since he was driving.

Once you get home, you make everyone cocktails, and you raise an eyebrow when you return to the living room to find Niki and James whispering with each other. Niki pulls you into his lap, stroking his hands up your bare legs before taking his cocktail from you. James takes a sip of his, then leans down to peck your cheek, leaving his drink on the coffee table as he runs upstairs to ‘get something’. You give Niki a suspicious look.

“What are you two planning?” you ask, and Niki nuzzles against your ear, then takes another sip of his drink.

“Debauchery.” He retorts with a soft laugh, and you giggle, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“What kind?”

“Which of us would you prefer fuck your ass, mouse?” Niki asks instead of answering your question, and you practically purr, leaning up to kiss him softly. He guides your shirt off, then wiggles your shorts down over your hips, discarding both.

“You. Puppy’s sloppy and overeager.” You reply as James thumps down the stairs with a bottle of lube and condoms in his hands. He grins at you, shameless in his mischief as he tosses both onto the sofa then tears his shirt over his head, “See what I mean?”

Niki hums thoughtfully, nodding against your shoulder while he strips off your bikini as well. “Lay on your stomach, mouse.”

You obey immediately, and James watches with an eyebrow raised as Niki digs his hands into your back. You moan loudly, clinging to the couch cushions as Niki makes you melt underneath him with ease. He’s done it enough times that he knows your body as if it’s his own, and it’s not long before he has you relaxed enough that he’s sure you can handle getting prepped. James watches as Niki pours lube into his hand and warms it up, then coats you liberally, fingering a bit of it into your cunt then trailing back to your ass. He pushes one finger into you, slow but steady, and you moan quietly as you relax even further to make it easier.

“God, she takes it well. You do this often, Nik?” James asks, and Niki laughs, adding a bit more lube and a second finger.

“It was a honeymoon gift. She’s indulged me once or twice since then.” He replies, working you open slowly and carefully. James hums, sitting close to your head and running his hands gently over your back to continue the massage Niki has been giving you earlier.

“If we do this again, I’m getting an STD test first so you’ll let me go without a condom.” James mutters, and you laugh, patting his thigh soothingly. You wiggle your bottom, and Niki grins as he fucks three fingers into your pert little ass. You thought you would be nervous about this, but you’re completely at ease, and even a little eager to take them both. You know Niki will take care of you, and so will James, even if he’s a little overeager.

“Condom, James.” Niki reminds him, and James eagerly obeys, rolling a rubber on and sipping his cocktail. You crawl into James’ lap, letting him pull you down on his cock, and you hum as you snuggle up against his chest lazily. Niki situates himself behind you, stroking your back as he presses his cock into you slowly. You’re more full than you’ve ever been before, and you moan softly, almost eagerly, as Niki bottoms out. He takes over the pace, though James does bounce you in his lap, and you find yourself constantly full of one of them as they seem to match paces. Whenever Niki pushes in, James is pulling out, and whenever James thrusts up into you, Niki pulls out.

It feels like endless pleasure. A never-ending fall into hedonistic ecstasy between your husband and one of his closest friends. Niki pants against the back of your neck, murmuring praise against your skin while he chases his pleasure. You can feel his sweat drip against your back and roll down your spine, mixing with your own, and you cling to James’ shoulders desperately as the pressure and pleasure builds inside of you. The Brit strokes your stomach and breasts, murmuring gentle praise to you about how beautiful you are, and how good you are. His voice raises in pitch, a heady moan slipping from his lips as he gets closer, but Niki comes first, groaning raggedly and biting down on your shoulder to quiet himself.

James strokes your clit as Niki pulls out, thrusting up eagerly into you, his other hand clinging to your waist. He makes you come with his lips around your nipple, thumb rubbing against your clit while he bucks eagerly into you. He follows you soon after, his sweaty forehead smacking into your shoulder, a deep groan vibrating in his chest. James lays you down in Niki’s arms as he gets up from the couch, stretching as he walks naked to his bathroom. He discards the condom, washing up, then rejoins you both and collapses into your waiting arms. None of you feel fit to move. Niki lays his head on your chest, while James lays his head on Niki’s stomach in a sweaty little cuddle pile that none of you seem eager to abandon.

James leaves early the following morning, and is signed with McLaren shortly afterwards, his mood cheered up the moment he gets the news. He calls you both to celebrate, and you promise to all see each other when the next Formula One season starts. 

Perhaps, even, for a round two.

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[f1yogurt]

INTJ and ENFP - "the golden pair"

A lot of people have wondered why Niki Lauda and James Hunt became such good friends despite having polar opposite personalities. Even Niki himself said he didn't know why he and James clicked so easily. So I've decided to present an MBTI take on it by using quotes from various sources.

ENFP & INTJ - honesty, loyalty, humor, one is strong where the other is weak

Niki // INTJ: introverted, intuitive, thinking, judging James // ENFP: extroverted, intuitive, feeling, perceiving

ENFPs are curious, sensitive, trusting, fun, and popular. INTJs are thoughtful, deliberate, honest, socially awkward, but have integrity and inner strength. INTJs are the anchor in stormy weather, and ENFPs are the sails for high adventure. They both have a mutual need to be alone or independent at times, but they make a great team as they both respect people with hearts of gold. (x)

Each type’s auxiliary cognitive function is the other’s tertiary. That means there is an ease of understanding between the two of them. They both find a mutual dislike of the mundane aspects of life and will frequently look to “shake things up”. This friendship can be electrifying and helps each counterpart grow in new, exciting ways.

Why are ENFPs and INTJs an ideal pair?

ENFPs and INTJs may only share one letter preference in common (N for intuition) however, they share two common cognitive functions; Introverted Feeling and Extraverted Thinking. (x)

INTJs like to make sense of everything (and everyone) and an ENFP is an exciting challenge to say the least.

INTJs are fluid in thought and in conversation. It's an absolute breath of fresh air for an ENFP that spends most of their time engulfed by high electric mental surges.

Growth and attraction: one is strong where the other is weak.

INTJs are drawn to the ENFP’s warm, outgoing nature, and enthusiasm. ENFPs are naturally playful, open-minded, and have a good sense of humor. ENFPs, in turn, are drawn to the INTJs resolve, intellectual passion, and driven nature. INTJs have an intense focus and a natural efficiency and goal-oriented nature that is captivating to the ENFP. (x)

INTJs tend to harbor a dark side, whether in the form of emotions that they have a hard time/avoid exploring or a more intellectual dark side. ENFPs are truly unafraid of the dark. Their natural curiosity and unrelenting positivity draws them to the INTJ; the Ne desire to explore is overpowering for an ENFP when intrigued. Nothing will stop an ENFP from investigating once their attention is captured. The INTJ in turn is thrown off by the disarming level of openness ENFPs offer - it’s a true case of opposites attract. One is drawn to the mysterious, the other to the uncapped effusiveness. (x)

The ENFP and INTJ each have a different tolerance for social situations. There is a balance between heart and head with these personality types and each of you can help the other become a better, more well-rounded person. Once you’ve breached the “getting to know you” phase, the INTJ can be the ENFP’s favorite sounding board and the ENFP will become the INTJ’s greatest cheerleader.

ENFPs are attracted to the INTJ's solitary confidence, honest outlook of the corrupted world, unique ideals, passion, hard work, and charmingly witty sense of humor. Despite being extroverts, ENFPs enjoy non-awkward mutual silence, exactly like INTJs. But when the pair of them do talk, it is never shallow - they are always leaving the shore.

The Intellectual Dream Team

The ENFP and INTJ are the intellectual dream team. The ENFP’s main cognitive function acts as a tireless idea-generator and the INTJ’s main cognitive function optimizes ideas. They can be an unstoppable force for innovation.

When the two work in concert with each other, a wonderful combination of morality, ethics, and objective logic can be applied to any problem. When the two are out of sync with each other, the INTJ will see the ENFP as a head-in-the-clouds idealist who doesn’t understand how the real world works and the ENFP will see the INTJ as a stone-cold bastard who doesn’t give two shakes for their fellow human beings. 

The ENFP and INTJ will quickly click as their conversations focus on impressions, ideas, opinions, and theories. 

Similar Mindset

INTJs and ENFPs are going to hit it off and experience a natural spark because they will both live and thrive in the world of ideas, possibilities, and meanings. The INTJ may feel that the ENFP is speaking out loud intuitive thoughts and feelings that they have internalized. The ENFP may feel that the INTJ is grasping a deeper and more focused approach and insight into their ideas and possibilities, causing them to have a clearer focus and perception themselves.

For both the ENFP and INTJ, discovering new things is extremely important. In fact, when they first meet it can feel refreshing to talk with someone at length about deep ideas rather than the small-talk they both dread. This mutual connection over life-long learning and a refusal to take ideas at face-value can act as a fantastic relationship base. 

Good Communication...most of the time.

They both appreciate direct and honest communication.

The ENFP is clearly an Extrovert, so expressing inner thoughts and ideas happens more naturally than it does for the INTJ. The upside to this communication dynamic is the INTJ sometimes feels happy to let the ENFP carry the conversation. It puts less pressure on them to come up with something to say and allows the INTJ more mental energy to break down the ideas presented to them by the ENFP.  It’s a great combo, until the INTJ feels steamrolled by the ENFP. (x) 

It’s the chemistry of the mystery in meeting someone totally opposite of ourselves, yet oddly bonding. Imagine that you have lived all your life perceiving the world through a different lens than most people. Everyone around you is boring because they all think the same. You ask yourself, 'How can they all be like that? Why doesn't anyone think for themselves?’ Then in comes along an ENFP. Someone who is as weird and quirky as yourself, but with better social skills. Finally, you have found someone who actually fulfills you.

A healthy ENFP helps an INTJ grow.

#anyways this was fun #mbti #classic f1 mbti #intj #enfp #niki lauda #james hunt #classic f1 #enfp x intj #intj x enfp #lauda archives

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Hii, I saw your f1 request post and I would like to ask if you could write some James x Niki when they were sharing a flat? Maybe James was bringing home so many girls and Niki was like hey I want a piece of that (James) too

my love mine all mine — niki lauda x james hunt

cw: not that I can think of

note: this is short but I had a lot of fun writing it

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Niki was so tired of that continuous bustle of girls in their flat. He knew that living with James would’ve been tricky, but the fun they had in those little moments off track, when they shared a few jokes and a laugh, led him to the decision that after all it wasn’t such a bad idea. James was all in all a good flatmate: generally clean and he almost never cooked for himself (sometimes Niki would make dinner for both of them). Maybe a little too loud at times, but nothing he couldn’t bear. They even found themselves often talking about races and cars and watching Formula 1 together. Basically the only real issue were the girls, and Niki wondered if James interpreted his discomfort as jealousy towards him. It was on the contrary towards them.

Niki knew without any doubt he wasn’t quite a ladies’ man, if not for his not so good looking appearance, for his asocial and at times grumpy attitude. And the strong german accent certainly wasn’t of any help. Besides, he was focused on his job now more than ever. Though he sometimes caught himself thinking about a relationship, he never actually looked for it. Far more were the times he caught himself thinking about James.

One night Niki came back home late. He changed in more comfortable clothes and decided to make some scrambled eggs with berries jam, one of his favourite dishes. The noise of an opening door caught his attention. James and two beautiful girls headed talking and laughing out of his room. They inevitably looked in Niki’s direction. He understood they were about to leave and that James was walking them to the door.

“Good night.” He said with a shy smile. The girls waved back at him and then quickly disappeared in the hallway, the door closed behind them.

“Is everything alright?” Niki asked to his roommate, stirring the eggs on the pan with a spoon.

James walked in the kitchen and leaned on the countertop. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“They usually leave in the morning. I was ready to make breakfast for everyone tomorrow.” The statement was sarcastic, but he actually made breakfast for the guests all the times.

“I wasn’t really in the mood.”

“Oh, that’s a news.”

James looked amused. “For real. I just thought we could watch the race together tonight.”

Niki was flabbergasted. Weird. James Hunt giving up on sex just to spend time with him? “I repeat: are you sure you’re okay?”

“What? You wished to have a piece of that too?”

“I don’t think they would’ve welcomed the suggestion.”

“I wasn’t talking about them.”

Niki froze.

What in the actual fuck. He couldn’t believe he just said that. How was he supposed to answer that? What was James even thinking? Was he trying to build a castle of false hopes and erotic dreams in his already overthinking mind? Mein Gott, he hated when he did that.

He turned towards him, praying the redness on his cheeks wasn’t so evident to the eye. “Are you drunk?”

James’ lips curved in a smirk. “I’m not. Your eggs are burning by the way.”

Niki went instantly back to the pan, muttering curse words in german.

Laughing, James walked out of the kitchen. “I’ll buy popcorns and some ice cream to eat on the sofa. You try not to set the building on fire.” And just like that he left the apartment.

Well, that was definitely one of the most embarrassing episodes of his life.

#james hunt #niki lauda #james hunt x niki lauda #formula 1 #f1 #launt #fanfiction

[agendabymooner]

better enemies than strangers ! jenson b. x ofc (hunt!driver!ofc)

summary: the brawn gp documentary had a fifth episode in which julia james ‘jj’ hunt, daughter of late james hunt, discussed the story of her one-year career at brawn gp as driver number two. she talked about him quite a lot, to say the least— especially when he had done nothing but get on her nerves and defend her for being the only woman in the grid back in the 2000s.

content warning: enemies-to-lovers trope (briefly), teammates-to-lovers, ofc-heavy, mentions of sexism in f1, brawn gp documentary based, tweets at the very end, godparent!niki lauda mentioned

note: it’s been stuck in my photo gallery for a while now. expect some honey honey sometime next week or this week! enjoy xx

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BRAWN GP DOCUMENTARY: PART 5

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[profeyandere]

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐋. ─── ☾ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

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Word Count: 3.7k

Warning: Mentions of anxiety attacks, taunts, nervousness, mentions of an accident, mentions of burns, mentions of operations.

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Reader

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Niki was aware that he had been the most recognized driver of the season, something that he did not doubt at the beginning of the season due to his victory the previous year and his championship title. Many were going to praise him for his superb racing performance, but by 1976, he had been recognized for something other than his superb and slightly careful driving, having stood out among the other competitors for always being mindful of the risks involved each race would carry with it a certain amount of danger, or they could have even named him in various magazines over the months to talk about his rivalry with James, being a topic that was talked about a lot during conferences, or even his way of being so surly with the rest of the participants in the race, being nicknamed in different ways for this. But this time, it was for various reasons that publicists and distinct media tried to get an interview with the well-known Formula 1 driver, and it's not like you'd have to be smart enough to know why. You only had to see Niki, his physique, and the reasons why the man was now being so valued after the competition had ended was summed up by seeing his face. The Austrian knew that he had never been considered the most graceful man on the entire planet, not even in Europe or Austria, but he had enough confidence in himself not to give importance to the comments of his fans, and those who were not so much, and it did not depend in any sense on public opinion; if that had been the case, it is most likely that he would have already gone into depression due to the number of fans of the sport who insulted him for being the rival of another runner or for his very different personality compared to other pilots. The bad thing happened with that happy accident that changed his life so radically, with which he almost lost it due to the great pride that prevented him from withdrawing from the race before the catastrophe happened, merely guided by the desire to shut up James Hunt, and to those who had suggested that he was a coward for simply wanting to cancel the race due to the dire conditions in which the German track was found after the heavy rain that was suffering that first day of August. That same thing caused not only his life to have been hanging by a thread, even the fact that he could have left the good woman who had become his friend and who had accompanied him that day to encourage him in his career helpless, but also all confidence and self-esteem that he had vanished in the same way that the rain did when his car had gone up in flames. The Austrian not only had to deal with an intense recovery for five weeks while hoping to get back on the racetrack, but the shame that he would have to spend the rest of his life while people looked not at him, but at the grafts placed in some areas of his hands that were not so visible but were on his head and a large part of his face; somehow, many likened that transplanted skin to a strange meat mask, as if he were a human raccoon. It was a cruel joke, and Lauda knew that he had to get used to it as soon as possible, even if he wanted the majority of the world's population to focus more on his professional achievements or the masterful way in which he had managed to survive before on something so superficial as his new skin was or his appearance very similar to that of a bald rat; this last similarity, although it relieved the tension of many, further irritated the man in question who had suffered the accident.

He had only longed to silence the mouths of those who had always seen him as a coward, even more so after what happened, but he only received the occasional mockery, the incessant glances of the fans to see what was under his cap, the softer comments from his racing team, and the pity of those closest to him. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and in the great photo session to which he had been invited to be able to cover the latest Formula 1 book where everything that happened during the season would be mentioned, with several unpublished interviews from all the runners of the year with images of their respective cars and analysis of these and various graphics where a view of all the tracks in which they had participated would be offered with the position of each one of the participants, and various extra and curious data that could call the attention of the fans, is where the ineptitude of some of the high positions of the media was most appreciated. "Scheisse," the pilot muttered to himself as he tried to calm down, noticing how his right leg was trembling violently as a result of the nerves he was having at that precise moment, clenching his teeth to the point of thinking that if he exerted a little more pressure between them, it would end up breaking them.

If Niki's mind could already reach unimaginable speeds when he was on the race track while fighting for glory, in moments of nervousness and anxiety that very rarely reached him, it caused his mind to distort any element of reality and begin to imagine the worst possible scenarios. Niki hated with all his soul the anxiety that the accident had caused him. Many advised him to go to a mental health specialist, even if by then psychology was not classified as an exact science even though a part of it was medically and clinically oriented, but he supposed that it was unnecessary because he survived, he didn't understand what trauma the accident that hadn't already affected him could cause him, but when he began to feel his first wave of anxiety hit him after his first post-recovery race, he knew it wasn't going to be a one-shot thing time. The symptoms of the anxiety attacks returned to him suddenly with the discussion between him and the director of the magazine, the latter being the one who constantly insisted that Niki take off the red cap that always accompanied him, whether it was within the circuit of races or during interviews and even in his day to day if he was going to be seen in public. The fact that Lauda revealed his scars, his grafts, was something that everyone longed to see and, if the magazine had those very special images that everyone wanted to see, they were sure that finally someone else would want to buy it just to see because of the morbidity they caused injuries from your accident. That damned cap —Niki thought constantly— that damned accident had been what had destroyed his life, and people only wanted to have something from him because of the disgust or ridicule he could cause in others. In a moment of anger, completely irrational and driven by the stress that the situation had caused him, Niki forcefully grabbed his mythical red cap with small patches from his different sponsors and held it in his hands, being able to see in these the small scars of his operation and light skin graft due to how extreme his injuries had been in some other areas of his body. There were many emotions that he felt at once that finally caused an explosion inside him when, without even letting him think for a second about his actions, he angrily threw his cap towards the door of the small trailer that they had used to want to do some of his makeup. The already discovered areas of the grafts would impact the spectators even more, and they would be noticed as reddish or more reddish than they already were, being the place where he could also dress in what they had chosen for him, among which a suit stood out careers similar to his but not completely identical, while the other garments were rather mundane and unremarkable, darker and less conspicuous.

He saw in himself nothing more than a simple wrinkled raisin with huge teeth. If in itself he had caused laughter among the crowd due to his large incisors that made him look like a rat, being nicknamed "The Rat King" for this very reason, the fact that half of his face was covered by skin from other parts of his body and his head were still slightly wrapped on a few occasions by bandages to keep the area not so irritated by the friction of the cloth against the grafts had caused the laughter to multiply and now it was louder than ever.

"Mr. Lauda," a sweet and calm voice called him, your voice, one of the photographers who had witnessed the entire discussion with remarkable surprise while ignoring her boss's instructions to take pictures of him unsuspectingly while trying to remove his cap. Niki did not want to see anyone, much less someone belonging to the team of that moron who was in charge of that important magazine, even if you had refused to ridicule him like some of those present, "They are waiting for you on the photography set. Well, more like me, who pays me for this, in addition to the lighting equipment, costumes, and makeup." Your shaky voice caught his attention, and when he finally turned his icy blue gaze on you, he could make out how you had an awkward half-smile that might once have amused him, but now it only made him feel strange as he I could make out how you nervously drummed your fingers on the camera that you held in your little hands. He had been received in the same way by other people, making sure that the eyes of his interlocutors always moved away from his irises and focused on other areas of his face; he was embarrassing and intimidating. "Tell your boss to put the photographs where they fit. I'm going to get out of here," he indicated sternly, seeing how your body seemed to stop its involuntary movement once your eyes seemed to rest on it intensely as if you were observing something fascinating or completely out of the ordinary. "What?" Niki didn't know why you didn't answer him, and it wasn't until he noticed that his cap was a few centimeters from your shoe that he was finally able to answer that question he had asked himself a few seconds ago. You were seeing him without a cap, you were witnessing something that he too much prevented the rest of the world from seeing, and that caused a feeling of weakness to run through his body whenever it happened.

Now, the roles had been reversed: You could judge him, and he had to shut up and endure your judgment of him. You witnessed the cold, distant look of the pilot turn to a fearful one, the same one you might see in a small child who has just witnessed the worst thing he could have imagined, or perhaps as a young boy who has just been discovered by his parents having found out that he had done something terrible; in either case, the feeling that Lauda was then transmitting was one of fear.

Your heart could not help but skip a beat because not only had the previous discussion brought the underlying feelings of everyone present to the surface, but you seemed to be one of the first people to have seen the physical state in which he was the driver after the big crash that shocked all fans of the sport; Just by remembering the images that your television had broadcast, you could notice how the hairs on your arm stood on end. There were mixed feelings, and in that caravan, Niki felt cornered and ashamed of having to deal with someone else's opinion, a smirk from another fan, or a derogatory comment from someone who thought he was a class jerk.

You acted in silence. You believed that the words were not necessary because perhaps he would end up misinterpreting them due to his state of nervousness and defense. You carefully bent down to pick up his cap, still holding your big professional camera in your other hand even though it was hanging from your neck by a strap, gently shaking the garment a little to remove any traces of dirt it had caught. As it fell to the ground, you approached the pilot to return it to him, placing it gently on the table in front of him next to your work object, smiling softly and kindly before taking a seat across from him in the old chair that he loved so much you had reused it during the last season; you had already made a mental note of changing it, you even swore you had mentioned it to one of the people in charge of the photo shoots, mainly because your butt was starting to hurt, and you had just sat down, so you did not want to imagine how the Austrian must feel in front of you or any of the other guests who had accepted this little job. By this point, while you were pondering the possibility that you might lose the shape of your ass, Niki had already put her cap back on, keeping her gaze on a different point in the room other than you. "I hope you don't consider leaving us here. He's an idiot, he's like that with everyone," you mentioned, being the first of the two to speak, showing your willingness to have a quiet conversation with him to address the issue that had led him to sit there, trying to run away from the gaze of other people. "If he thinks you have a flaw or something that he might get more people to buy the magazine, he'll do whatever it takes to show it, even if it's personal or makes the celebrity he's dealing with uncomfortable. I think he even once almost hid in the closet of this trailer just to get a picture of a Motocross rider so he could show the tattoo he had of his ex-girlfriend or something similar; when the guy in question found out, he almost sued us, and it didn't surprise me at all when we found out about it." Niki remained silent, watching you now as he tried to figure out the reason why you were still with him there. At that moment you wanted to be a fortune teller to find out what he was thinking or to have the power to disappear because you didn't think you could bear the Austrian's intense gaze for much longer. "I think he also made a pass like that to a woman he modeled for us, but I don't remember exactly what sport she was in," you muttered, trying to find a suitable topic of conversation, even if your mind wasn't quite sharp enough then to choose something in particular to make the tension between them vanish. But honestly, what conversation could arise between a racing driver and a photographer? Unless each other's respective fields were discussed, it was unlikely that anything genuine would come of that encounter. "I'd even swear something similar happened with Hunt, but it was with his shirt, and he didn't have much qualms about taking it off either, honestly," you continued, turning your gaze back to him when you realized how you seemed to have gotten so involved in your world that you hadn't even noticed how you had started to ramble, finally realizing that his intense gaze was for you to shut up and leave him alone. "Sorry."

A sigh escaped from Niki's lips. You felt bad. Why would you say otherwise? You heard your boss ask him on several occasions in an amusing way to remove his cap, in a way that was too nice for what that stubborn man you worked for really was, always getting a slightly uncomfortable but negative response from the pilot as he tried to keep a bit of composure in each of the photographs for which he was modeling until finally, you could distinguish during your short break a loud voice coming from the Austrian that surprised the entire production team. His thick Austrian accent stood out among the quieter English voices engaged in various conversations across the length and breadth of the set, and soon, the two men had found themselves surrounded by all the makeup, lighting, and set equipment as they tried to understand what was happening, barely being able to make out the words of the men who were shouting at the top of their lungs. Everything happened while Niki was talking calmly with your boss, the latter being the one who begged him more and more insistently to take off his cap so he could see his bandages and burns next to his grafts while a couple of your photography colleagues were they approached on the orders of the man who paid you intending to obtain something more than the rigid body of the Austrian as a cover photo; no, your boss wanted more and was eager to get it. In short, the rest did not need to be explained. Niki got pissed off, your boss started yelling at him, and the pilot couldn't find a safer place to be than in the trailer looking for a place to calm down before he got back in his car and got the hell out of there. In an act of empathy? You didn't even know if you could call it that, you placed your hand on the fabric of the shirt that covered your shoulder, gently caressing it while you felt the soft brush of the fabric against your soft skin and lacking the orange hue of your light natural tan. You frowned gently as you tried to stop your hand, it didn't seem to respond to your commands by itself, but you gently held the collar of your shirt so you could show him the graft that you also had, the product of a freak accident that in your time you tormented for having provoked, in some way trying to show him that he was not completely alone in that fight against what others might think or simply to make him see that that situation of anxiety and nervousness, lack of self-esteem and self-confidence, had no to suffer all alone. The look full of surprise from him captivated you.

His opaque blue eyes, barely visible thanks to the bill of his cap, seemed to shine with intensity when they found that part of your shoulder that was paler than the rest, distinguishing the places where the suture had joined a certain part of your healthy skin with the transplanted from another area of his body; That image reminded him of the same marks that he had suffered from seeing every time he looked in the mirror or when he saw his own hands. "It was a few years ago, quite a few to tell the truth," you indicated, smiling softly at him while you made sure of how your image seemed to have blocked him. "I was young and crazy, and I said to myself, why not play kitchen while the beans are cooking? I put my feet up on the little low bars that surrounded the kitchen and tipped over the entire pot of burning beans. They not only affected my shoulder but also my neck and head area a bit." Niki couldn't help but gently tilt her head to the left side, watching you part your hair from the side of your head a little to show him the small skin grafts in those already healed and lightly covered areas. He didn't understand how he hadn't noticed before. "Young?" He asked, being the only word you could hear coming from between his parted lips separated by his largest incisors, watching how he licked his slightly drier upper lip.

"At eighteen years old," you answered, suddenly hearing a strange snort escape from Niki that caused your mouth to open in surprise and indignation as if you were somehow annoyed by the sound she had just emitted. "Don't laugh. I told you she was young!" You heard the snort again, causing you to cross your arms in indignation while one of your eyebrows rose slightly, waiting for him to stop. He would simply settle into his chair and gently adjust the cap on his head, leaning forward as he reached for your camera and began fiddling with it in your hands. "Yes, but I didn't expect an adult to really be as 'crazy' as you mentioned. What went through your head to do something so dangerous and stupid?" Questioned Niki while a smile, finally sincere, appeared on her face, insulting you along the way for free. But, after all, that was Niki. Sincere. "If I told you. I am a very crazy woman, Mr. Lauda. Don't push your luck with me." Soon Niki's caravan was involved in a large number of funny anecdotes and strange laughter that caught the attention of many magazine workers who were waiting impatiently for the pilot to come out.

Marlene, the Austrian pilot's best friend, had gone to the photo session to bring him the yogurts that he had asked for before leaving his house, appearing confused as she did not know where her dear friend was, encountering a strange scene that caused her heart to leap with joy because Niki was smiling and laughing in the same way he had done before the accident, and recognizing your person as the cause of those natural expressions caused a feeling of happiness. They will settle on her chest. She was happy because finally, Niki seemed to have started to love himself as he listened to all your stories about your burn and just had to see through that little round glass how his cap was now resting on the table that separated you while He was chatting animatedly with you. Marlene only hoped that the same person who was now next to the Austrian would understand that his bluish gaze full of curiosity was not just due to a few silly jokes or absurd situations, but because of a much deeper feeling that had to wait to emerge with overtime.

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[sub-danny]

Hello, it’s @i-am-dead-inside-666

I have a drabbles request- Ehehehe

Imaging spitroasting sub!Niki with you and James Hunt (James in the mouth you taking him from behind)

"Looks like I finally get to shut this mouth up" James exclaims, slapping the side of Niki's face with his cock while Niki glared daggers into him. "Yes but you miss out on this lovely ass" you remind him, squeezing his cheeks.

🤤😏🥵

The Winner's Prize

Word count: 2.3k

Pairing: Dom!James Hunt x Sub!Niki Lauda x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, F!Reader, Spit-roasting, pegging, oral sex m receiving and giving, cocky Niki, threesome, dub-con, referral to the reader as madam

A/N: Guess whose back, back again. Yup here I am after ages away, I'm sorry to leave all of you horny bunch without sub!danny content for a while but I needed to take a break. Nevertheless, I plan on writing again semi-regular, when I get the chance and I still have a ton of requests (18 as of current) to make my way through on this account so watch out for more content to come!

Niki had been getting on your nerves every day for at least a week now. It was all the little things that he knew you hated, yet insisted on doing them, anyway. Things such as taking the whole of the bed duvet away from you, leaving you in the cold. Leaving the lights on in all the rooms in your house, forgetting to put the toilet seat down, being sassy and sarcastic to you every time you brought them up to him. It had made you so irate to the point where you needed to blow off some steam, or really blow off steam on him and that came ahead to the day of the race.

Niki had won first place, just narrowly beating James to the position, and due to it, he was acting extra cocky. Flashing his trophy around, smirking at James, saying he was the better driver out of the two of them. Not only that, but lots of girls were fawning over him due to it, and he wasn’t exactly pushing them away.

You were waiting at the side of a garage when he appeared and stamped up to him, glaring at the other women who surrounded him. You gripped the back of his racing suit as a warning and flashed the girls a fake smile.

“Well, thank you for keeping my husband occupied, but for now I need to speak to him in private,”

You could tell the girls weren’t happy at this, but you didn’t give them a moment to complain as you pulled your husband away and into an empty garage, closing the door behind you. What you weren’t aware of, however, was James Hunt nearby, who had watched how you had grasped Niki, and with his curiosity spiked, he headed to the garage the two of you had disappeared into.

“Y/l,” Niki complained as you pulled him along to the back of the garage, “I was just having fun, it wasn’t anything serious.”

You reached an empty table before you and shoved Niki against it, his back hitting the edge of it and making him grimace. “You have been purposely trying to get on my nerves every week, and you are very well aware of that fact,”

You could see the way his lips twitched up for the slightest second, but he tried to keep it hidden, tilting his head curiously. “I’ve done no such thing,” he tried to argue. “Now come on, love, you should celebrate me, maybe give me a quickie, huh,” he said, his eyes narrowingly cheekily as he waved the trophy he had won before you.

You snatch the trophy out of his hand and toss it to the floor. Niki’s eyebrows furrowed, and he opened his lips to complain, but you speak over him, making him shut up.

“Well, congratulations, you’ve been a right dick because of it, so I think a punishment is just deserving,” you tell him, letting go of his suit to reach into the handbag you had hung on your shoulder, and Niki’s eyes widened as he saw how you pulled out a strap on.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and take your punishment?”

Niki swallowed, his cheeks blushing as he looked at you.

“Well, I-I-”

“Niki,” you warn in a stern voice.

“... Yes, Madam,”

“Do you want help with your punishment?” a voice echoed from behind you, making you quickly snap around to see James appear, his arms crossed as he smirked at Niki. Instantly Niki’s eyes burned with rage as he snarled, “James,”

James simply chuckled at Niki’s hostility and continued to step forward, raising his hand to grasp Niki’s chin and force him to look James in the eyes.

“You have always been quite cute when angry,”

“Fuck off,”

“Mmm and such a dirty mouth, all the things I could do with that,”

“Jealous because I won?” Niki bragged, trying to shake off James’s hand from his chin.

“A fluke, you know I’ll always be the better racer,”

“In your dreams,”

You glanced between the two of them curiously. You could see how angry Niki was with James, simply touching him, but the energy and tension between them was enough to make you flustered and that you didn’t want to give up.

“I would love some help. Niki, will you let James help with your punishment?”

Niki turned to look at you, shock written all over his face, to the point where he was at a loss for words. Annoyed by his silence, James moves his hand from Niki’s chin to his neck, squeezing it lightly but enough to make Niki’s face go red.

“She asked you a question; it is polite to answer,”

Niki glares between the two of you before letting his eyes finally rest on yours again, seeing your excitement at the prospect

“Fine,”

He barely got to finish his word before he was flipped over and pushed onto the table by James,l his ass hanging off one side and his head falling off the other side. He let out a huff of surprise by the sudden change and brought his hands to prop himself up on the table. Still, James, who had moved to the other side of the table facing Niki, picked up his hands and, using a piece of wire he had found on the floor, tied Niki’s hands tightly together, so they were stuck under his chest as he laid on the table.

“There isn’t that better,” he says, patting Niki’s cheek, who death glares at him.

“No, it isn’t,” Niki growls, unable to help himself but doesn’t say anymore as he suddenly gasps as he feels your hands reach for his race suit and with ease rip it open, exposing his back and ass to the cold air of the garage. You ran your hand down his back, along his spine, making him arch it at the contact, and then gave that sensitive ass of his a squeeze, delighting in the shudder from his body. You have always loved having Niki in this position, doggy style, before you. The man always said how much of a sensitive ass he had, and he was right. You loved to look down on it and on all the moles that littered his back as you slammed into him repeatedly.

You reached back into your handbag after slipping the strap on over your clothes and reached for a bottle of lube that you had stored for occasions like this. You poured some over two of your fingers and then dripped some on Niki’s asshole, watching the way his body jolted in surprise.

Slowly you took your two fingers and pressed it up against his ass, and thanks to the lube, it took little pushing before the tips of them slipped into his warm ass, making Niki groan at the sudden intrusion.

“Scheiße,” he moaned as he felt the fingers slip in further, slowly pushing him open. He closed his eyes to focus on it when you pressed your fingers against that spot. It made him cry, and his whole body jolt from the surge of pleasure sent straight to his cock that hung off the edge of the table, quickly hardening.

He only opened his eyes when he felt something hit his cheek. As soon as he did, he tried to pull himself away, seeing James’s hardening cock hanging before him, the sweaty smell being rancid.

“Looks like I finally get to shut this mouth up," James exclaims, slapping the side of Niki's face with his cock while Niki glared daggers at him. “Yes, but you miss out on this lovely ass," you remind him, squeezing Niki’s cheeks and pushing your fingers further into him, making him quiver.

“Open up,” James demanded to Niki, and for a moment, Niki wanted to retort back, to spit at James, to do something, feeling disgusted that Jame’s cock was before him, but you then removed your fingers.

“If you don’t want to, I guess I can leave you lying here, ass empty cock hard with nothing to satisfy you,”

Panic surged through Niki, feeling his ass throb from suddenly being abandoned, and the thought of being left there unable to satisfy him was enough for him to open his mouth for James begrudgingly. James didn’t even hesitate to push his cock into Niki’s mouth, instantly making him gag. The warm wetness of Niki’s mouth satisfied James immensely, who wrapped his hand in Niki’s curls, using that to push Niki’s mouth down on his cock as he watched you bring your now lubed up strap on to Niki’s ass.

“Isn’t that better, unable to make any remarks,” James says, delighting in seeing the way Niki’s lips stretched around his cock, hearing Niki chock when he pushed himself even further down Niki’s throat. Slowly, he set a pace of thrusting Niki on his cock, delighting in all the noises that came from the fact that Niki had an overbite.

Niki could feel the way James rammed against the back of his throat, and it made him groan around the cock, but when he felt the large strap on press against his asshole, the breath got caught in his throat, and he accidentally sucked on James cock as he gasped which in turn made James moan from the feeling.

Though you couldn’t hear it, he moaned as he felt the strap on push into his ass, stretching him open and filling him. You had grasped his hips to keep his lower body still as it hung there, and with that, you slowly pushed in till Niki had taken all of your strap on in his ass. You loved watching the way his rim stretched open for you, eagerly taking everything you had to give to him though it made Niki shudder. You waited a bit to let him get used to it, then pulled out slightly just to slam back down on Niki, pushing him forward onto James’s cock.

“Fuck, do that again. That felt good,” James groaned, his fighters pulling at Niki’s hair, which was now drenched in sweat. You did just that, delivering sharp thrusts into Niki, pushing his body forward on the table so that his face was pressed into James’s crotch with every movement. You and James spit-roasted Niki, moving within him simultaneously, leaving him no chance to try and recover from either feeling of being filled.

Spit from his mouth leaked out the side of his lips as James rutted into him. He tried to swallow, but that just made his throat constrict around James, edging James to push into his throat further. James brought his spare hand down to Niki’s throat and laughed as he felt his cock through it. He squeezed it lightly, watching the way Niki’s body spasmed.

“What a slut, slobbering all over my dick. Your throat feels so good. I can’t believe I haven’t fucked it before. Fuck, I can feel myself through your throat, bet you haven’t sucked cock as good as mine before,”

Niki glared up at James, wanting to punch the man in, but all he could do was moan around his cock as you slammed into his prostate.

You angled your hips to hit that spot as often as possible as one of your hands let go of his hip to reach down and grasp his cock, pumping the sensitive thing. Niki’s body instantly jolted, pushing his hips back and sucking in your strap on more as pleasure surrounded him. His chest heaving as he breathed through his nose, his legs twitching from the sensation and his tied hands thrashing on the table as he felt his climax grow nearer.

You and James continued to spit roast Niki, overwhelming him with pleasure at both ends till he was a sobbing mess, crying out around James’s cock as he reached his tipping point. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came hard, his ass clutching your strap on tightly as his cum shot over your hand and the floor as his legs shook. His throat tightened around James’s cock as he came, earning a moan from James as he was close. As Niki recovered from his orgasm, James picked up his speed in his throat, making Niki gag around his cock as he sought after his own pleasure. After a few more harsh thrusts, he pulled Niki’s face into his crotch as he came down Niki’s throat, making him chock on his cum.

He wouldn’t let go of Niki until he had swallowed all of it. “Get a taste of victory,” James had said. When he finally did, Niki let out a series of coughs, his entire face bright red as he tried to recover from choking.

You lazily thrust into Niki a few more times, watching the way his body moved and the little rat-like squeaks he gave out from overstimulation till you finally pulled out of his ass, watching how the rim throbbed.

“Thank you for letting me help with Niki’s punishment. If you ever need another helping hand, please call me up,” James says as he pushes his cock back into his suit.

“Oh, I will. Niki seems to really enjoy you,” you say, smirking as you glance at who was still glaring at James as he breathed raggedly.

“It’s good for him to see his place beneath me finally,” James says, glancing one last time at Niki before leaving.

You slowly made your way over to Niki, running your fingers through his hair and forcing his head up to look at you as he panted.

“I hope you learnt your lesson today, boy,”

He nodded, swallowing before speaking, “Yes, madam, I did.”

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[anarcho-ricciardo-moved]

70s mfs in a 70s mall

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[1337wtfomgbbq]

James and I do not have sexual tension! We just like to argue all the time!

- Niki Lauda, at one point in time, probably.

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[suzie-shooter]

Fandom(s): Rush (2013), Formula 1 RPF Pairing: James Hunt/Niki Lauda Words: 14,278

When Niki is publicly outed in a kiss-and-tell James comes to his rescue, but finds himself surprisingly intrigued by this unsuspected side to his friend. When Niki is injured in a horrific crash shortly afterwards, James has to face the fact he may have feelings for him - but being James he can’t just tell him so, and Niki is apparently incapable of taking a hint.

#rathunt #launt #f1 rpf #niki lauda x james hunt #rush (2013) #my fic

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙧𝙮 || niki lauda x reader x james hunt

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : flirting with james shouldn’t have been a problem, because you and niki weren’t even that serious anyways, right?  well, it turns out you are serious, but it also turns out not to be quite the problem you expected.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 2.8k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : smut (threesome, dubcon (slight), oral f and m receiving, dp/anal, spitroasting, slight degradation/dumbification, overstimulation, spanking), touch of angst, possessiveness, niki being mean (guys, it’s niki), pwp

based on a request by @creme-bruhlee which was based on a thing I told him I was working on which I wasn’t actually working on yet but then I casually wrote in one sitting when I was supposed to be doing my sleepover gah

                       You certainly didn’t like James Hunt.  After all, you were all but contractually obligated to hate him in solidarity with your boyfriend and his biggest rival, Niki.

But you did appreciate James— for his undeniable talent as a driver, and for what he brought out in your boyfriend.  Not just on the track, but at times like this as well.

It started rather innocently, at least as innocent as any press event could be.  Niki wore you proudly on his arm, for most of the interviews: you knew that a lot of this for him was simply a publicity ploy to improve his image, but it honestly didn’t bother you that much since it was partially for publicity on your part as well (you had your own career to advance, after all).

What bothered him, though, was when James started to suddenly chat you up, undeniably flirty but just to the level that it could almost be construed as polite.

He waited until Niki was pulled away for an interview and stood just behind the camera, asking you a million questions and finding dumb excuses to touch you: first it was something in your hair, then admiring your bracelet (Niki gave it to me, you told him; Twice now he’s shown that he has fine taste, James winked in reply) until he finally stepped closer and rested his hand on your lower back.

“Let me show you what a real driver can do, sweetheart,” he offered lowly, leaning in so close that his lips brushed against your temple, and you caught Niki leaving the interview suddenly in the corner of your eye.

“And let me show you what happens when you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” Niki interrupted, shoving James back off of you before hitting him square in the jaw.  You gasped, as did the many reporters and drivers watching, but soon Niki’s attention was turned back to you, fire in his glare.

“Hey, I was just trying to be personable—” James defended as he held his face in his hand, but Niki ignored him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you behind him out of the press tent.

“Looks like the infamous Hunt/Lauda rivalry has come to a bit of a head, possibly over Lauda’s girlfriend—” you heard one of the reporters explain to a camera, but soon the buzz faded to silence as Niki took you further away.

“Where are we going, Niki?” you asked nervously, trailing behind him as best you could.

“Somewhere private where you can learn your lesson,” Niki answered, making you swallow dryly.  He wasn’t the sort of person you wanted to be in trouble with.

He found an empty garage and all but tossed you inside, pinning you to the wall at each shoulder.  

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, letting Hunt put his hands on you like that?” he hissed.

“I didn’t let him, he just did it!” you defended.

“Then you tell him to stop!” Niki explained, exasperated.  “Instead of standing right there, right in front of my face and doing nothing!  You can’t imagine how it feels to see another man put his hands on you— and that man...”

You hadn’t realized he cared about that sort of thing; you hadn’t realized he cared about you that much.  “I’m sorry, Niki, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re right about that,” he hissed, “it won’t happen again because you’re going to bend over that toolbox and learn not to test me."

You opened your mouth to protest and yet you were already doing it, feeling your cheeks burn as he pulled your dress up and rubbed his calloused hands over your ass and thighs.

A yelp jumped from your mouth when he hit you, but your thighs clenched together, too. "Now would be a good time to start apologizing," he suggested coldly.

"Niki, baby, I'm so so sorr— ah!" you whined again when he hit you even harder, the sound of his skin on yours echoing around the garage.

"Do you want to flirt with him? Would you rather be his flavor of the week?" Niki interrogated.

"No! Just want you, I swear," you promised, biting your lip to hold back a moan when he hit you twice in a row.

"You'll have me," he promised. "You need to remember who you belong to."

If you weren't so desperate you would've probably protested to that language, but your panties were soaked from almost nothing at all and you were in no position to debate with him.

The sound of his uniform unzipping was like music to your ears, and you purred a little when he pulled your panties down your thighs slowly. "Are you enjoying this?" he realized. "It's supposed to be a punishment and still you're soaking wet. Is that for him or me?"

"You, Niki, fuck me, please," you whined, the sound shifting into a gasp as he pushed inside you roughly, a little too deep and a little too fast for how little you'd been prepared. It was usually some level of struggle to take him but this was a very new circumstance: now he was fucking you with a point to make, with a message to send. And you got that message loud and clear as he mercilessly pounded into you, nearly knocking over the toolkit you were bent onto. "Fffuck," you stammered, holding onto the aluminum for dear life while he grunted behind you.

"You can moan louder than that, no need to suppress yourself," he encouraged.

"They could hear us, they're not too far away—"

He spanked you again and you cried out, realizing he likely wanted them to hear you; he wanted those reporters to make sure everyone knew that you were his. "Tell them who's fucking you so good, hm? Tell them who you belong to."

"Niki," you sobbed, "yours, baby, I'm yours..."

Just then, the door to the garage swung open and you gasped at the sight of James Hunt. You tried to kick Niki away and cover yourself but he didn't budge— he didn't even stop fucking you, much to your humiliation.

"I'm a little busy here, James," Niki explained with a smug grin.

"I can tell— listen, if you're gonna make us all hear this, could you at least do it right?" James frowned. "Your girl has many talents but acting is not one of them."

"Are you saying this is a performance?" Niki realized.

"You'd be able to tell the difference if you'd ever heard a woman actually finish but with you, that's impossible," James laughed. "Smart move going from behind, though, spare her from having to look at—" James motioned to his face broadly— "this whole situation you have going on."

"If you think you can do better, Hunt, I'd love to see you try."

You started about a thousand questions but didn't finish any of them, and James grinned as he shut the door behind himself. "I told you I'd show you what a real driver can do, didn't I?" he addressed you, crossing the room to where Niki had you pinned down.

Before you could say anything (not that you knew what to say), James grabbed your hair and kissed you, not quite rough yet but completely dominating as his tongue slid over yours and tickled the roof of your mouth.

"You wouldn't be doing that if you knew where her mouth had been, James," Niki chuckled.

"That sort of shit doesn't bother me, Lauda," James explained once he'd broken his lips away from yours. "It's called confidence in my masculinity, look it up sometime. I know exactly what's been in her cunt, too, and I'm still gonna show her how a real man eats pussy."

You got a little nervous at the sound of that, but wetter as well.

Niki circled to face you, clutching your jaw and examining your expression carefully as James hungrily licked and sucked at your cunt.

"If you're going to eat her cunt then let me fill it with my come first, give you a little taste of victory, eh?" Niki joked, but James pushed him away and you whined slightly when your boyfriend's cock slipped out of you... but it was only a moment before James knelt behind you, swiping his tongue over your swollen bud and drenched opening as you purred.

"I hope your jaw isn't too sore, Hunt," Niki sneered.

"It's not," James assured with saccharine faux-sweetness before diving back in to taste you further.

James stopped to lean his head out to the side. "Think she likes the sound of that, Niki— she clenched down on my tongue real tight."

"If you come for him, you won't like what I'll do to you," Niki warned you harshly. "You won't sit right for a week, at least."

"Oh, I see," Niki smirked. "You want me to tear up that little ass... should've known, you have that look about you: the kind of girl who acts innocent in public but turns into a whore when the lights go out."

Yet again James caught you reacting to what Niki said, though this time he didn't need to announce it since your own moan gave you away.

"Go ahead and fuck her then, Hunt, and get her ass ready for me," Niki instructed. You were surprised when James obeyed, standing up and unzipping his uniform as well to start rubbing his cock over your dripping pussy.

"You want it, sweetheart?" James taunted. "Ask very nicely."

"Fuck me, James, please," you sighed, and he was much more gentle than Niki had been as he filled you, letting you savor every inch of his length.

"Sounds so lovely when you say my name like that, do it again," James demanded, slowly beginning to rock into you.

"James," you breathed, gasping when Niki pushed his cock against your lips; you could taste yourself on him and it turned you on even more.

"I think we can find a better use for your mouth than boosting James' ego, yes?" Niki groaned as he started to fuck your mouth, holding your head steady. "Certainly he doesn't need any more of that."

You moaned loudly around Niki's cock when James circled his finger around your tighter rim. The first knuckle pushed in and you felt your knees wobble. Then back out again, then to the second knuckle-- each twist of his finger he went a little deeper, he even went so far as to spit on your hole which made you choke from more than just Niki's cock down your throat.

"Your girl's gotta sweet little cunt, Niki," James groaned as he fucked you faster. "You should let your pit crew use her, too, give 'em a morale boost."

"Maybe I will if she doesn't behave for us today," Niki considered, weaving his fingers into your hair to start fucking your face more roughly.

Your legs threatened to give out with the way James was fucking you; your eyes rolled back in your head with a suppressed moan as Niki kept using your mouth.

Around the same time Niki pulled his cock out to rub it over your face, James pulled out to slap his swollen head on your clit.

Another finger pushed into your ass and you made a sound that you hardly recognized as your own. "If I had known you liked it up the ass so much, you would've never taken it anywhere else," Niki promised with a growl.

Once James decided both your holes were ready, they seemed to have no trouble at all manhandling you into the position they needed— surely it was the first time you'd ever seen them work together— and soon you found yourself balanced on James' lap while Niki found his place behind you.

"Do you think you can take us both, sweetheart?" James taunted as you felt both of them teasing your holes.

"Well, I've never been fucked by two massive dicks before," you admitted, "and you have big cocks, so..."

"I'll miss that wit of yours when you become a mindless, drooling fuckdoll in the next two minutes," Niki stated plainly.

It only took ten seconds.

Your hands weakly held onto James' shoulders as you bounced on top of him, moaning lowly as you were filled beyond what you thought possible. Niki had to hold your waist to help guide you, occasionally thrusting forward to fill your ass with every inch of him.

"Ah, fuck," you moaned, reaching beside you to grab Niki's forearm in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

James tore your dress down the front and latched onto your tits, sucking hard and even letting his teeth graze one nipple while Niki used his free hand to pinch the other.

Even when your eyes fell shut and your brain was totally empty, you could tell them apart just by touch. It was Niki sucking a mark on the side of your neck, but James grabbing a rough handful of your ass. It was Niki that reached around to rub your clit, but James that nibbled and sucked on your earlobe while whispering things so dirty that your face burned hot.

"We can both feel it when you come, do it again," Niki demanded just before your third hit you.

"Give us a good squeeze, sweetheart, wanna feel that cunt milk me," James agreed.

"I-I'm coming," you gasped as your head fell back, both of them laughing and cooing proudly.

"There she goes."

"Good fucking girl."

"Gets tighter every time."

You only regained your ability to tell who said what when you felt Niki's lips against your ear, his voice soothing your aching, quivering body. "You want to be full of come, don't you?" he presumed, and you nodded sleepily. "We'll fill you as deep as we can, and you need to keep it in you for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Niki," you agreed softly.

They picked up their pace and you felt like a ragdoll as they thrust into your limp body, chasing their highs as recklessly as always until you lost your voice from moaning so loud.

James finished first, though you imagined this was one race he would’ve preferred not to win.  He bit down on your shoulder as he filled you, hard enough to leave a mark which you knew would anger Niki when he realized it.

"Tell me who you belong to," Niki pleaded one last time, coming inside you the moment you answered "you, Niki."

And then it was just the three of you, standing there in a sweaty jumble of limbs, catching your breath and trying to process what had just occurred.

“Do you think we can get out of here without too many reporters seeing?” Niki asked James.

“I’m going to worry about getting out of the girl first, then the building,” James decided, and the two of them helped lift you onto your numb legs, your body slow to recover from the onslaught of sensations that had been forced on you this long.  If anything was more jarring than being filled by both of them, it was both of them pulling out at once.  Come leaked out of you from more places than you cared to admit, and since James had torn your dress, Niki gave you his uniform to wear which left him in only the undershirt and boxers he wore beneath.

“I can’t believe I’m getting your spunk on my uniform right now, Hunt,” Niki grimaced, making James laugh as he zipped himself back up.  Funny enough, he looked the most normal after all this of the three of you; maybe because he always had that ‘just had some freaky sex’ look about him.  You and Niki were a bit newer to the game, so you didn’t wear it as well, but honestly you thought he looked pretty cute with his curls all messed up from when you’d run your fingers through them.

“Well,” James announced with a puffed chest and proud smile, “next time you two are having a lover’s spat, give me a call and I’ll lend a hand or cock as needed.  But I think I’ll take my leave now.”

What do you say after something like that?  Apparently the answer is nothing, considering you just nodded slightly and Niki gave him an awkward wave as he disappeared out the door with the nonchalance as his arrival.

Plunged into silence, you glanced over at Niki who was already staring at you.  “So?” he asked.  “Was he better?”

“No,” you answered right away.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Relief washed over you when he pulled you into an embrace and kissed your forehead; you couldn’t think of the last time he was so affectionate.  “Let’s get back to the track and find you a new dress, hm?” he suggested.  “One that James Hunt absolutely won’t get his hands on.”

#niki lauda x reader #james hunt x reader

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Darling what’s your name?

#niki lauda #james hunt #launt #James x Niki #rush 2013 #rathunt #comic #daniel brühl #chris hemsworth #James/Niki #my art #fanart #f1 #rush

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Masterlist

MDNI

Series

Mercy

Rating: Explicit 18+

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Read on AO3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -

Miniseries

The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his bitey wife

Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia

Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite

Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew

Oneshots

The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming

Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king

Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships

Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian

Muse - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader ft soft femdom and bondage and breeding

What Happens in Ibiza - Nikia Lauda x photographer!reader x James Hunt ft threesomes, double penetration and anal

Requests and Prompts

Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him

Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)

Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x oc #obi-wan kenobi x original character #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #baron helmut zemo #my writing #requests and prompts #masterlist #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis #black mask x reader #dirk brûlée x reader

[f1yogurt]

Breakfast In Bed

Summary: After a long night out, James wants to surprise the boys with breakfast in bed.

AO3 Link - BREAKFAST IN BED -- Link to my Fic Request Guide

Rating: Mature (warning for cursing)

Characters: Niki Lauda, John Watson, James Hunt, and a brief cameo from Jody Scheckter

Relationships: James Hunt / Niki Lauda / John Watson

Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Breakfast in Bed, Sleepy Cuddles, Boys In Love, I'm sorry Niki's hungover again, I needed him to be grumpy, James Hunt is a Little S***, John is soft, Flashbacks, mentions of the 1976 crash, Scars

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: thanks to @green-like-the-sky for the fluff prompt idea, and for loving Niki and John just as much as I do

James Hunt was not an early riser. No, he was usually the party-all-nighter, drink-until-you-drop kind of man who slept until two in the afternoon the next day. However, last night’s party had oddly provided him with a proper rest, and he found himself the first one to wake up this morning.

James opened his eyes and yawned sleepily. He found himself face to face with a familiar curly head of hair. No doubt he had rolled over in his sleep to spoon Niki in the middle of the night. The Austrian was never one to protest being the little spoon, though, which James found absolutely adorable.

Hunt smiled, and he considered jostling Niki a little to wake him up so that he would have someone to tease. After a moment, though, he thought better of it. No need to wake the grumpy thing up just for James to get an earful about the importance of a good eight hours of sleep.

Instead, James sighed and gently untangled himself from where he was wrapped around Niki. He did it as gently as he could, moving Niki’s skinny limbs around strategically, but somehow Niki still woke up with the movement. James watched as the Austrian made a grumpy noise and turned over to face him.

“James?” Niki asked sleepily, reaching for the empty space that Hunt had just vacated. “James, where are you going?” The Englishman was endeared by the soft-spoken words, and by how adorable Niki looked when he was sleepy, although he really wanted to surprise Niki with something that he needed to get up for. No time to delay this morning.

“Don’t worry, Niki. I’m going to make breakfast,” he said, smiling at the Austrian. “Sorry to wake you, love.” He bent down to give Niki a little kiss. Nothing like kissing a sleepy Austrian rat. James absolutely had to tease Niki about this, and he smirked down at him.

“Don’t fall asleep again, love. You might miss my breakfast…or the entire day.” Niki opened his eyes and glared tiredly at James.

“Fuck you,” he said. James chuckled as he got up from the bed. The three of them had stumbled home last night and collapsed into bed together, and the fact that Niki was still in bed at this time in the morning meant that the Austrian must be suffering from the worst of their hangovers.

“Oh, someone’s grumpy this morning,” James said teasingly as he pulled on a pair of trousers that were lying on the floor. “Are you finally feeling those whiskies you knocked back like they were water? Because you look like hell.” Niki flipped the middle finger, clearly not in the mood to be teased this early.

“Your fault for encouraging,” Niki accused, although there was a glint of humor in the Austrian’s eyes. James smiled tenderly, and he leaned down to place another kiss on Niki’s forehead.

“I promise, love, you’ll start to feel better soon,” he said. “I’ll be back with breakfast. And I won’t burn the kitchen down this time!” Niki rolled his eyes and watched as James walked out of the room. The Austrian sighed and turned over from the empty space that James had left, scooting closer to his other bedmate.

John was just beginning to wake up after hearing the commotion between Niki and James. He felt himself enveloped in warmth as Niki latched onto him, the Austrian’s arms wrapping around John like a warm teddy bear. Niki was a notorious cuddler, especially with John. And especially if he was suffering from a hangover.

“Niki, how are you feeling?” John asked knowingly. The Irishman hadn’t drank much last night, although he knew that Niki had gone well past his usual limits. If Niki had been at his best this morning, he would have already been awake hours ago and would be up and about, telling the other two boys to hurry to rise before the sun set.

“Headache,” Niki said in response, the word muffled against the back of John’s neck. Watson chuckled softly in sympathy. When they went out drinking together, Niki sometimes tried to keep up with James, but it usually didn’t end well. This seemed to be one of those times.

“Niki, I don’t know why you didn’t stop at a few whiskies,” he said, chuckling. Niki just grunted and buried his face at the nape of John’s neck. John smiled, secretly pleased to be cuddled by Niki. Of course, he would have preferred better circumstances. But he wasn’t picky.

The two of them lay in a peaceful silence for a few minutes, listening to the distant clanging of pots from where James worked in the kitchen. Of course, though, Niki’s mind started to wander in the absence of talking.

“John, you know the tire pressures were wrong at the last practice,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he was reporting to one of the mechanics. “We also need to adjust the wing angle. I have it all worked out–” John rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Niki, if you start talking to me about aerodynamics and tire pressures, I am going to leave you in this bed alone,” he said. There was really no heat to his words, but Niki understood, and he fell silent. Someone needed to tell the Austrian to relax and stop thinking sometimes, and that someone was usually John.

As the smell of eggs and bacon began drifting into the bedroom, John heard his stomach growl hungrily. Niki may not be hungry, but he sure was. Plus, it would be good for the Austrian to get some food in his stomach whether he wanted it or not.

“Niki, don’t you think it’s time to get up?” he asked, already expecting one of Niki’s signature sarcastic replies. “Whatever James has cooking in there smells delicious. If we don’t go now, we might miss the breakfast miracle of the century.” Niki simply unlatched his arms from around John and shook his head.

“No, no, you go ahead,” he said. John chuckled. Niki usually wouldn’t impede on someone else’s comfort, but he would willingly deprive himself of things that he needed. Such as food.

John sighed and glanced over at how oddly cute and small Niki looked, curled up as he was beneath the covers. With how comfortable the Austrian looked, Wattie decided that slow coaxing would be needed if he ever wanted Niki to get up and get moving.

John gently moved away from Niki and sat up against the headboard, watching as the Austrian grunted and looked up in confusion at the loss of contact. John wasn’t cruel, though, and he patted his pajama-covered thigh, gesturing for Niki to follow him.

“Here, put your head in my lap,” he said gently. “We’ll see if we can’t make that headache go away.” Niki glanced up at John, and he raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“I am not giving you a blowjob, if that’s what you want,” he said, carefully scooting himself up to place his head on John’s thigh. John couldn’t suppress a laugh.

“Niki, you bastard, just lay down,” he said, propping himself against a few pillows. “I promise it will be relaxing.” Niki glanced at John skeptically once again, but he finally laid down and settled himself so that his head was resting comfortably in John’s lap.

“There, happy now?” Niki asked, although by the way he had cuddled up against the Irishman, John knew that Niki enjoyed the new position. He chuckled.

“Yes, Niki,” he replied. “I’m so happy.” John gently began stroking his hands through Niki’s hair. It was odd, to have the man so relaxed like this, but John enjoyed it. As he gently massaged Niki’s temples, his fingers grazed the leathery graft skin on Niki’s scalp. All of a sudden, John was transported back to a time when he had cradled the Austrian’s head in a similar manner, three years ago at the Nürburgring. Just after that horrific accident, when Niki had pleaded for John to tell him how his face looked, how bad his burns were, when John had wanted to tell him that everything would be alright… John swallowed and tried to bring himself back to the present. He traced his hands lightly along the leathery texture of the scars, although he didn’t linger. Niki hated any kind of lingering. Hated any kind of pity. Maybe Niki allowed John this special kind of touch because John had been there, at his worst, cradling him and reassuring him when nothing else mattered but staying alive. When the pain threatened to pull him under, John had been there. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now, when Niki had to pretend for all the world that he was unaffected by the one thing that had nearly cost him his life. As if he wasn’t a human who had been resurrected from the grave.

John glanced down to see if Niki was affected by the memories as well. He was surprised to find Niki staring back at him soberly with those deep, intelligent, blue eyes that seemed to expose the Austrian’s soul. It was haunting. Even though the Austrian only had flickers of memories about the entire event, John had told him about his rescue, and how he had cradled Niki’s injured head like this after the wreck. Niki had seen the video footage, too, and John knew that the memories still plagued them both.

There was a moment of silence as they just stared at each other, both reliving a time that had passed. It was only after a few minutes that Niki spoke again.

“John, about the tire pressures…” John shook his head soberly and silenced the other man by cradling Niki’s cheek in his palm.

“It’s alright Niki, just go back to sleep,” he said, shaking himself from the terrible memory. When Niki was anxious about something, he usually would default to rambling about cars and mechanical things. John ran his hands soothingly through Niki’s wavy curls again, willing them both to relax. There was no use getting unsettled about the crash again.

As usual, Niki was soothed by the Irishman’s ministrations to the point of relaxing completely. In fact, he would have fallen asleep in Wattie’s lap if James hadn’t reentered the room at that moment, breaking the tension of the memories.

“Success! Gentlemen, I have made a masterpiece!” James exclaimed, uncaring that he was interrupting a peaceful scene. Niki grunted and scowled at the loud noise, clearly ready to tell James off.

“James, you fu–”

“Ah ah, nice words only,” John scolded quickly, interrupting Niki’s onslaught of what would probably have been very nasty words indeed. “It’s too early for me to listen to you two bicker.” James just rolled his eyes, said something about ‘sensitive people,’ and placed a tray down on the edge of the bed. Hunt then launched into an eloquent presentation, describing how he had perfectly cooked the eggs, with the perfect amount of heat so he didn’t burn down the kitchen, etc. etc.

John tried to look as if he was listening attentively, but in reality he had tuned James out and was helping Niki sit up beside him. The Austrian stretched and yawned, seeming determined to get up now that James had barged into the room. Hunt was still engrossed in his own words, and Niki took the opportunity to sidle up next to John again, resting his head on the Irishman’s shoulder in content.

John felt a sense of pride and comfort as Niki snuggled against him, and he wrapped an arm around the Austrian. James, of course, was oblivious to all of this as he finally finished his enthusiastic speech. “So, now you get to try them!” Hunt said happily, pushing his tray forwards. “Eat up, eat up.” Niki pouted, looking distastefully at the food.

“I am not hungry,” he protested, glaring skeptically at the meal. John sighed because he knew that Niki would be difficult like this. He could practically feel himself slipping into mother hen mode, unnecessarily fussing over Niki.

“Look, Niki, it’s alright. Watch, I’ll even put that black pepper on it that you like,” he said. John gave James a pointed look, gesturing for him to go and get it. James groaned but fetched the pepper from the kitchen, and John seasoned Niki’s portion of eggs just right.

“There, now doesn’t that look delicious?” John looked over and was happy to see Niki’s curious expression. The Austrian was now eyeing the eggs in a more promising manner, which was honestly more than Wattie could have hoped for. John took advantage of this and scooped up a portion with his fork, then held it out to Niki.

“Here, now take a bite,” he encouraged. Niki pouted again, and turned his head away.

“Well, I am not letting you feed it to me,” he said stubbornly, taking the fork himself. He made a pleased noise as he tasted the eggs, and he nodded at James.

“Good,” he said simply, before taking another bite. James pumped a fist in victory, and John just rolled his eyes.

“James, why don’t you go clean up whatever sort of mess you left in there?” he suggested, gesturing towards the kitchen. James smiled teasingly.

“No, that’s for Niki to do later,” he said, smirking over at the Austrian. Niki just glared back, and John could tell that there was going to be a fight soon if he didn’t intervene.

“James, stop pestering,” Wattie said, shooing Hunt away from the bed. “Go make yourself useful. I’ll help you finish the dishes in a bit.” At that, James perked up and finally left the room. Niki continued eating his breakfast under John’s watchful gaze, and if John did end up feeding the Austrian his last few forkfuls of eggs, then who was to know?

When Niki was finished, John finally ate his own portion of the meal. The eggs were surprisingly good, and the bacon had been cooked…satisfactory. James came back into the room as John was just finishing up.

“Oh, by the way, Niki, if memory serves from last night, I did happen to throw your racing overalls off the balcony in a fit of drunken glee,” James said, somehow deciding that this was the right place and time to mention this. There was a heavy silence in the room as both John and Niki looked up at him in baffled surprise. “I honestly don’t know what possessed me, but it may have had something to do with the fact that…well, that I was drunk. Sorry, chap.”

That must have been the last straw, because Niki flung the covers off of himself and angrily stomped out of bed, glaring daggers at James, who had darted quickly into the kitchen area. John barely smothered a laugh, because Niki was also stark naked.

To make matters worse, someone started knocking loudly on the door. James and Niki had disappeared into the kitchen, and Niki had picked up a dish towel and was now chasing James with it, so John didn’t think that either of them would be answering the door anytime soon.

“James? We are leaving in thirty minutes for testing!” Jody Scheckter’s voice called through the door. James didn’t respond, but John heard a smack and a yelp from the kitchen, where Niki had probably flicked James with the towel.

“Arschloch!” the Austrian cursed. “Why can’t you fuck up your own things for a change?” John just remained comfortably seated in the bed and calmly finished his last bite of eggs.

“James? James! I know you’re in there!” Jody was still banging on the door. John was about to answer him, but James beat him to it.

“Jody, don’t come in unless you want to see a rat’s arse!” Hunt called, and this earned him another stinging swat from Niki. John just sighed and shook his head, wondering how he had ever gotten himself entangled into this mess of a relationship. Ah, well. He loved them both.

#my fanfic #classic f1 fanfic #niki lauda fanfiction #niki x john #niki x james x john #ot3 #classic f1 ot3 #launt #niki lauda #james hunt #john watson

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

OPEN FANFICS REQUESTS (F1 edition)

lewis hamilton, toto wolff, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, alex albon, kimi raikkonen, fernando alonso, sebastian vettel, niki lauda, ayrton senna, michael schumacher, jenson button

PAIRINGS: lewis hamilton x nico rosberg, kimi raikkonen x sebastian vettel, niki lauda x james hunt, fernando alonso x jenson button, carlos sainz x charles leclerc, carlos sainz x lando norris, lewis hamilton x george russel, lando norris x oscar piastri

I write nsfw, love triangles, multi driverse, masc!reader, social media au, songfics, headcanons, prompts/imagines with f1 drivers and I’m willing to follow any trope, you can be specific if you want

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masterlist:

my boy only breaks his favourite toys — brocedes (multiple chapters)

lost in the fire — lewis hamilton

moth to a flame — lewis hamilton

old money — ayrton senna

my love mine all mine — niki lauda x james hunt

#f1 #formula 1 #x reader #ferrari #red bull #mercedes #brocedes #fanfiction #simi #carlando #charlos #lewis hamilton x reader #kimi raikkonen x reader #fernando alonso x reader #lewis hamilton #kimi raikkonen #fernando alonso

[darksideoftheshipps]

Multifandom ships

Part 2

(GIFS ARE NOT MINE)

Adam Jones x Tony Balerdi (Burnt 2015)

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Helmut Zemo x Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Steve Rogers x Helmut Zemo (Marvel)

( how can you see Zemo like it rough)

Helmut Zemo x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

( yeah polyamory hate love ) :')))

Dr. Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore (The Alienist)

James Hunt x Niki Lauda (Rush 2013)

Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow (Marvel)

#multifandom ships #burnt #daniel bruhl niki lauda #niki lauda #rush #james hunt #gay ships #adam jones #tony balerdi #lgbt #sambucky #sam x bucky x zemo #helmut zemo #stemo #laszlo kreizler #john Moore #Bucky Barnes #winterbaron #winterbones