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🥹🥹this is too sweet, I can’t deal 🥹

the way you love

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: loving george russell is as easy as breathing sometimes, especially with the way he loves you. loosely inspired by stardust by zayn. (2.8k)

a/n: welcome to the first of four holiday fics! i'm hoping to post one a day until christmas eve, so stay tuned :)

Maybe you should’ve waited inside for George to pick you up.

Granted, you haven't been out here long, and you know he’ll be here soon, but it’s cold. Frigid wind whips your hair around your face, scraping over your skin harshly.

You nuzzle a little deeper into your scarf in a poor attempt to protect your cheeks.

The two cardboard cups clutched in your hands do help a little with the biting cold. One for you, one for George, both filled to the brim with steaming coffee from the little shop down the street from your building.

They’ve rolled out their holiday cups today, as noted by the festive little scene printed across the sleeve. It makes you smile, and you think George will probably like it too.

George’s sleek car pulls up in front of you with a gentle rumble not long later. You’re expecting him to be smiling when he gets out, but when his head pops over the roof of the car, he just looks concerned.

“Blimey, have you been waiting out here the entire time?” He exclaims incredulously, rounding the front of the car quickly.

You barely have time to nod before he’s easing the cups out of your grip. Only once they’re secured into cup holders inside the car does he grab your hands, bringing them up to his mouth to breathe a little warmth back into them.

“Didn’t want you to have to wait on me,” You say, as if it’s any excuse to have been standing in the freezing cold. Really, you just wanted to see George as soon as he came to pick you up. You’ve just seen him only last week, but it feels like forever.

“Darling, it’s freezing,” He reasons. He’s smiling now, despite the attempt to keep his firm composure.

You frown. “I missed you.”

He kisses you instead of answering, short and sweet, but still bursting with affection.

“Hi,” You say softly, nuzzling deeper into his broad palm after he pulls back an inch or two. His thumbs swipe over your cheeks, bringing some more much needed heat back into your skin. You won’t tell him, but your nose had been starting to lose a bit of feeling.

“Hi. I missed you too,” He replies, fondness dripping from his tone.

“Yeah?”

“Of course. Longest five days of my life.”

That makes you grin even harder, pushing forward for another quick kiss. “Mine too.”

“Glad we feel the same.” He looks very pleased. “Shall we get a move on? We’re a little early, but I know how much you hate being late to things. I even told Alex to expect us early.”

You’re set to head to Alex Albon’s Christmas party in a little bit. George goes every year, but this is the first time you’re going too. You’re excited, nervous, and a little bit scared at the prospect of finally getting to meet all of George’s friends at one time. You've met a handful of them individually, gradually, George happily introducing you as his girlfriend every time, but never in such a large social setting like this party.

You aren’t quite sure what to expect, but if the ones you haven’t met are anything like the ones you have, you’ll be just fine.

“And what did he say about that?”

“That Lily is relieved someone competent is coming round to help out, so I’d say he’s pretty okay with it,” George says, chuckling. “C’mon, let's get you out of the cold.”

You allow George to help you into the car, letting out a comfortable sigh at the blazing warmth of the car interior. George has always liked to keep your shared spaces running hot despite your wishing for the opposite, but for the first time ever, you’re actually grateful for your boyfriend’s temperature preference.

“Nice, isn’t it?” He teases as he climbs into the driver’s seat, nudging at your shoulder. “See, I told you you’d come around someday.”

“Only because it’s cold as shit outside,” You huff, rolling your eyes playfully. “I got you coffee.”

“Thank you, darling. Though I wish you hadn’t sacrificed your health to do so.”

“I know you had another late night yesterday, thought you might be tired. It’s fine, really, I didn’t mind,” You insist, shaking your head.

“You’re very sweet,” George says softly, leaning over the center to press a kiss to your cheek.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but you turn at the last moment so he catches your lips instead. He lets out a noise of surprise, but has no hesitation in kissing you back happily, slipping a hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer.

You kiss and kiss and kiss until your lips start to tingle, and even then, you’re reluctant to pull away. There’s something intoxicating about kissing George that makes you want to do it forever.

“If we stay here any longer, we might actually end up being late,” George murmurs. He blinks at you, long lashes fluttering open and shut slowly. His breath fans across your skin on every exhale, cologne invading your senses until all that surrounds you is him.

“That would be bad.”

“Mm, awful,” He agrees. Still, he doesn’t make any attempt to pull away, perfectly content here, hiding away with you in the coziness of your close proximity. His nose drags along your cheek, lips following the path until he reaches the corner of your mouth.

You exhale shakily. “Alex and Lily are expecting us.”

“They are.”

“So we should go.”

“I mean, we don’t have to…” George trails off, letting his head tilt to the side.

“Yes, we do. Someone roped us into helping with party prep.”

He sighs rather heavily, handsome features screwing into overdramatic annoyance. “Starting to regret that right about now.” That makes you giggle. “Alright, fine. Let’s get this over with so we can go home.”

“There’s that holiday spirit!”

The drive over to Alex’s is fairly short. It actually takes more time to make yourselves presentable and not at all like you’ve just been making out in the car, before making your way up to Alex and Lily’s. George has brought presents for both of your friends—a watch for Alex and a bottle of perfume for Lily, he’d informed you in the elevator, bought by him, but a gift from the both of you.

The door swings open with a blast of music and the smell of something delicious not seconds after you knock. Alex stands just behind it with a gracious smile on his face and a flute of something bubbly in hand.

“Hi, welcome—oh, thank god you’re here,” He breathes. Then he stops, stares at the two of you for a few moments, as if he’s studying the both of you. A knowing smirk quirks his lips right after. “George, you’ve got lipstick on your chin, mate.”

George’s hand flies up to his face, rubbing furiously. His cheeks have flushed an embarrassed pink at his friend’s smug observation.

“I’m just kidding. But it was funny to see you panic,” Alex snickers.

“Ha ha, hilarious. Maybe I won’t give you this gift after all.”

Alex takes both boxes eagerly, tucking them under his arm with a wink. “Come on in, friends.”

The flat is decorated tastefully—festive, but not gaudy. You assume Lily had done most of the decor rather than Alex.

Speaking of—

“You’re here!!! Thank god!” Lily exclaims, barely paying George any mind before she whisks you away, chattering away immediately, wanting your opinions on everything from the appetizers to the seating arrangements at dinner. You cast a helpless glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, who merely gives you an amused wave back.

You do what Lily tells you needs finishing up until the rest of the guests start to make their arrival. Most of the other drivers are in attendance, save for a few who’d opted to spend the holidays home with their families. Charles and Carlos are here, Lando and Oscar, Yuki, Pierre, Zhou and Franco, to name a few.

The bundle of nerves in your chest starts to unravel as more familiar faces trickle in, and you’re able to catch up with a couple of them. You’re chatting with Kika and Pierre about what’s new with Simba when a hand touches the small of your back.

Instantly, you know it's George. His touch is the only one that sends butterflies through you. That’s never happened with anyone else before, but with George, you feel alight with a certain energy every time.

You lean back into him on instinct, tilting your head up to look at him. His cheeks are slightly rosy, hair still perfectly coiffed, save for one curl that has escaped to hang over his forehead. You reach up to brush it back and he smiles, sliding a hand around your waist.

“So sorry to interrupt, you lot. Just wanted to pop in and see if anybody needed a refresher on their drinks,” He offers, though his gaze rests solely on you.

“Thank you, but we’re good, mate,” Pierre replies, as Kika shakes her head to decline too.

George says your name, lips lifting into a small smile as he juts his chin at your nearly empty glass.

“Thank you, Georgie,” You say gratefully. “Don’t forget to—”

“Make it sweeter? Yes, I know how you take your drinks, darling,” He hums, kissing your cheek quickly before retreating with your glass.

“You’ve trained him well,” Pierre teases, winking at you.

“I think he was born that way,” You admit.

That isn’t a lie. According to George’s sister, who you’d had the pleasure of meeting a few months back, he'd always been very kind, very caring, even when he was young. It’s one of the many qualities of his that has you falling in love with him a little more with every passing day.

George leaves you to your own conversations after bringing you your drink, but you see him periodically throughout the night. He always looks like the life of the conversation, talking animatedly, listening with rapt attention when he’s not yapping away.

Even as he’s listening intently, it’s like he can sense you’re looking at him, because he finds you almost instantly, sending a smile or a wink your way. That’s another lovable quality of his—knowing where you are even when he’s not with you. Like you’re two magnets being pulled towards each other at all times.

The more you chat with everyone else, one thing becomes obvious. George talks about you a lot. Not enough to be obnoxious, but he's mentioned you to many of his friends.

Charles knows you’ve been looking into learning how to play the piano because George had asked him something about which pianos were the best. Yuki offers up a few cooking tips because George had mentioned you wanted to try your hand at a new dish. Lewis congratulates you on a big project you’d finished at work a while back, telling you that George had been singing your praises in the garage right after you'd called.

If you look back at it, George has always been one of your biggest supporters.

Always wanting you to call him whenever something big happens because he can’t be there all the time, always doing things for you when he’s away so you never for a moment feel like he's not thinking of you. Sending you flowers, ordering you food from your favorite spot in Monaco even though he's a thousand miles away because he knows it’ll make you smile. Even just texting you a picture of something he saw that made him think of you.

George makes you feel so, so loved, all the time. Like, wherever you are in the world, no matter, everything will be okay because you’ve got him. You could be on some far off deserted island in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the land to live off of, but if George is there with you, it wouldn’t be all that bad.

Sometimes you wonder what your life would’ve been like if you’d never met him, but you never get far with those thoughts. You can’t even imagine what life would look like without George Russell. And honestly, you don’t really want to.

“Ready to head out?” George’s voice draws you out of your thoughts, and when you refocus, he’s right in front of you, holding out your coat. For a moment, you can only stand there, blinking back at him like you’ve just laid eyes on him for the first time ever.

He falters a little under your intense staring. “Darling? Are you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Sorry, yeah. I’m fine, I’m just…tired, I think.”

“Let’s go home then. Stay the night at mine?”

“Duh,” You say. Your obvious tone makes George chuckle a little bit as he helps you slip into your coat.

“How silly of me to even ask.”

After finding your hosts to thank them for the great evening and subsequently being invited for a game of doubles padel with them one of these days, you're off.

“I don’t have any skin cleanser,” You say suddenly, just as George has pulled onto the main road.

“What?”

“At your place. I don’t have my cleanser, the one I always use before bed.”

“The one in the little green bottle?”

“Yeah.” You frown, slumping back in your seat. In hindsight, it’s really not the biggest deal in the world, and you’re not sure why you’re making it one. But for some reason right now, you’re focused on it.

“Lucky for you, your wonderful boyfriend bought a bottle just in case this happened. He figured you’d probably forget it one of these days.”

“Is there a reason my wonderful boyfriend is referring to himself in the third person?” You giggle, shifting in your seat to face said thoughtful boyfriend. George’s cheeks are flushed a little pink.

“Yeah, I thought it was a little weird too. Anyways, there’s a bottle in the bathroom cupboard.”

“Thank you, Georgie. You’re always so thoughtful.”

“Y’know, you could just move in with me. That way you won’t have to worry about not having things at mine anymore.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road as he speaks, but you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows nervously. “You’ve already got loads of stuff there anyways, why not just bring it all? You wouldn’t have to drive across the city every time you come over, for one.”

“I barely drive to yours anyways, you know. You always insist on picking me up,” You tease. George smiles, but you can tell he’s serious about wanting you to move in with him. You sigh, squeezing his hand. “Babe, I’d love nothing more, but…I could never afford to live with you.”

“I’m not going to have you pay rent or anything like that, darling. I wouldn't ask that of you.” George’s nose wrinkles, like it’s absurd of you to even think about it. “Just your company would be more than enough, honestly. Make the place less empty, more like…home.”

You can already imagine it. Falling asleep next to each other every night, waking up tangled together every morning, getting to come home and unwind with each other after long days. Breakfasts and afternoon teas and dinners you’d make together in George’s massive kitchen. Your stuff mingling with his in every room of the place.

Maybe you’d adopt a pet together one day, one that could keep you company every time George was away for races.

“Okay,” You say softly. You’ve already convinced yourself. “Let’s live together.”

George pulls to a stop at the red light, taking the opportunity to lean over into your space and kiss you gently. “Let’s do it, darling.”

Taking the next step in your relationship seems daunting, but George will be there to soothe any anxieties you have. He always is.

“Oh no! We forgot about the coffee.” He frowns, plucking the still full cup out of the holder suddenly. Then he shrugs, taking a giant sip of it. “Cute cup.”

“George, it’s cold!” You exclaim, tugging at his sleeve. “Just throw it out when we get home.”

“It tastes fine!”

“It’s probably stale.”

“I think it’s delicious.”

“You’re so weird.”

He chooses to ignore the muttered quip, letting a giant grin stretch his lips instead, eyes gleaming with excitement. “You called it home.”

“Well, it is now, isn’t it? Or will be soon enough.”

“Sure will. I’m thinking we move you in tomorrow.”

You chuckle, shaking your head at his enthusiasm. “I have to get out of my lease first. It might take a while too, my landlord is kind of an asshole.”

“I’ll give him double whatever you’re paying right now to let you out of it early. No, triple.”

“I don’t think he’d appreciate bribery, but he is a Mercedes fan.”

“Paddock passes and VIP club access to Monaco next season, done.”

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ibetyouthinkaboutmefics · 5 days ago

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Daniel girlies rise!!! I loved this so much and seeing the behind the scenes from the last smau. I’m so happy it was Daniel and ugh, I’m obsessed with them already.

Baby Blues (part 7)

Ex!Verstappen x reader x Ricciardo

Summary: Trip to Japan, the arrival of a new baby and a Christmas party to remember as you officially start to move on from the man who ruined your life by cheating on you and impregnating someone else.

Authors note: No identifiable triggers, comment to be added to the tag list for this series, all feedback and comments are appreciated and encouraged to help me grow as a writer. (3.8k words)

You had been looking forward to this trip to Tokyo for weeks, booking it as soon as everything had happened with Max and Kelly, the idea of visiting Yuki, one of your closest friends, offering you a much-needed escape from everything back home. The cold December air was biting, the snow falling in soft, delicate flakes as you stepped off the plane at Narita Airport. The city, adorned with holiday lights, felt magical, and for a moment, you forgot about the weight on your chest.

Yuki had insisted on picking you up himself, and there he was, wearing his usual easy grin, holding up a sign above his head with your name on it like a Say Anything moment. You couldn’t help but laugh as he handed you a hot cup of coffee, embracing him tightly in appreciation, his warmth a welcome contrast to the chill of the night.

“You must be freezing,” Yuki murmured, guiding you to his car. “Let’s get you inside, I’ll show you around tomorrow. Tokyo in the snow is beautiful, but we’ll get you settled first.”

The first few days in Tokyo were an exciting blur of sightseeing and eating too much sushi, ramen, and all the other food you had been craving since your last visit. Yuki showed you his favorite spots—Shibuya Crossing, the temples, and even a hidden karaoke bar where you both sang like no one was listening, though you both knew it was a horrible, off-key performance, even introducing you to his family and friends for the few days you spent in the countryside away from the Tokyo home.

No matter how much fun it was, or how much you tried to lose yourself in the excitement of the city, there was a constant ache in your chest. Every time you walked past a couple on the street, or saw something that reminded you of him, you’d feel the festering doubt.

It was torture that you so often forgot what had happened, you’d spent so much time apart from him while he was racing, which might’ve been a red flag in hindsight, life without him felt like another long race stint, as if he was just travelling and would be home soon. Maybe it was disbelief of what had happened more than anything at first.

It had been enough time since he’d broken your heart. The way he’d cheated on you with that woman, the same woman who was now pregnant with his child. It had been bad enough when you first found out, but seeing them together in public when you had attended the last race of the season - Max smiling beside her as they attended events and posed for photos like a real family rather than one built on lies and deception and betrayal - made it feel like your worst nightmare. You had tried to move on, but some days, it felt impossible.

You and Yuki had stayed up late on your final night in Japan, sipping on soju in his cozy rented apartment after spending the day with his family, chatting about everything and nothing. He had a way of distracting you with his ridiculous stories, and tonight was no different.

“You know,” Yuki said, breaking the silence, “you’ve been quieter than usual. What’s on your mind?” You hesitated, staring at the flickering lights outside the window. The snow had started to fall heavier, covering the city in a soft white blanket. It should have been a peaceful sight, but all you could think about was Max and his new life. You couldn’t shake the image of his hand resting on her stomach, the way his eyes probably looked at her with that same affection he once gave you.

“I just…” you started, your voice faltering. “It’s hard not to think about Max. I keep seeing them everywhere. In all of the couples or children I see, it’s them, it’s what I could’ve had with him and what he found in her… I can’t escape it.”

Yuki’s expression softened. He knew how much you had invested in that relationship, how deeply you had loved him. “I’m sorry,” he said gently, his hand resting on yours. “But you deserve so much better than him. You know that, right?”

You nodded, the knot in your throat tightening. You knew Yuki was right, and yet the hurt lingered. You had tried to tell yourself it wasn’t your fault, that Max’s betrayal was on him. But the truth was, you had trusted him completely, and that trust had been shattered. The rest of the evening was a drunken mess between friends, playing games and listening to Christmas music, chat finding you both easily.

When you landed back home after your week in Tokyo with Yuki, you felt a strange mixture of relief and determination. The trip had been exactly what you needed: a break, a reset, a reminder that life could be full of joy and love again. Still, there was one thing you couldn’t shake—the feeling that you needed a fresh start. Max and his new life had consumed too much of your thoughts. You’d found yourself sitting on the flight refreshing the comments on Kelly’s most recent post, showcasing both of them together at the FIA awards, you’d picked out the most beautiful white dress to wear to the event, Max had been with you on the day and was near-speechless as you stepped out of the changing room in the boutique on the Marina. Your heart ached at the thought, how could a man fake being so in love? Or were you just so stupid and blind to see it? The anger had faded into bargaining and depression, asking yourself why it had happened, how you could prevent it in the future.

Arriving home, the memories of your time together were still too heavy in the shared apartment, Max had been to take his sim to wherever he was not staying but other than that, the apartment was in the same pristine condition you’d left it in. A decision was made in those moments where you’d just arrived home. It was time for a change, you couldn’t live with the ghost of what had happened and who you used to be.

The very next day, you began looking for a new place. Something smaller, simpler, but with enough space for you to feel free. You found it—a cozy little one-bedroom home in a quiet area just outside of the hub of Monte Carlo, the quaint village of Saint Agnes that overlooked the harbour from atop the hill surrounding it. It wasn’t much, but it was yours, and it felt like the first step in reclaiming your life.

Moving day arrived sooner than you’d expected, and Lando, ever the golden retriever, was there to help. Doubt had begun to rear its ugly head at you and when he showed up with his usual energy, ready to tackle the task with enthusiasm, you immediately knew you’d made the right decision, even if the second best racing driver according to the 2024 season looked silly behind the wheel of a small removal van.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” you teased, watching as Lando adjusted the cushions for the third time, trying to fit a much too big chair into the small space left at the back of the van. “I’ve got this,” he replied confidently. “No problem. I’ve done worse, trust me.”

His presence was a welcome distraction and his eagerness to please made up for his uselessness at packing a van, he wasn’t used to doing his own packing - clearly. Lando had always been there for you, even before Max. He was the kind of friend who knew when to offer support and when to make you laugh, which was exactly what you needed in moments like this. He joked around as he helped carry boxes, making the whole process feel less overwhelming.

“Alright, what’s next?” Lando asked once you’d gotten everything inside. He stood in the middle of the living room, looking around, clearly impressed by how cozy and charming your new place was. “You can help me decorate later,” you grinned. “But first, I’ve got a surprise.”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? You’re not dropping a pregnancy announcement now, are you?” You laughed raucously and shook your head, shoving his elbow playfully. “Better,” you said, with a secretive smile. “We’re picking up my new dog.”

“She’s a rescue. And a needy little minx according to the lady, Kika recommended her because it’s where they got Simba. Her name’s Peanut,” you explained, already excited by the thought of meeting her. You’d seen pictures of the tiny pup at the shelter and knew instantly she was the one. Peanut had the sweetest eyes and a playful spirit. She was everything you needed to fill the space in your heart that Max had once occupied.

You both piled into Lando’s car and made your way to the rescue center. The journey was filled with light-hearted chatter, Lando teasing you about the name you’d ended up giving her, and you joking back about how Peanut was going to be the most spoiled dog in the world. When you finally arrived, you could barely contain your excitement as the shelter worker brought Peanut out. She was small, with golden-brown fur and the kind of puppy eyes that could melt anyone’s heart. As soon as she saw you, her tail began to wag furiously, and you immediately bent down to scoop her up. Peanut licked your face in greeting, and you couldn’t help but smile, warmed by the attention.

“She’s perfect,” Lando said, his voice softening as he crowded closer to pet her, cuddling into your side slightly as he cooed at the little pet. “Hello, little lady. Aw look at you…”

Driving back to your new apartment with Peanut in your lap, the three of you felt like a platonic family unit and you’d even agreed that Lando could have a tiny custody over the dog, one weekend a year if he was well behaved with her. Lando chatted the entire way, asking about your plans for the new place, teasing you about technically beating Max to a new member of the family. But for the first time when Max’s name was mentioned, you found that you didn’t mind as much. For the first time in a long time, in the passengers side of Lando’s car with Peanut sleeping in your lap, you felt genuinely happy.

Once home, you spent the afternoon settling into your new space. Lando helped arrange the furniture while Peanut explored her new territory, sniffing around and playfully darting between rooms, excitedly pissing all over half of them. It was a slow process, but it didn’t matter. This was your new chapter, and you were determined to make the most of it.

Later that evening, Lando stuck around for pizza and wine, staying to watch you bond with your new dog. You curled up on the couch, Peanut in your lap once more, and you felt a sense of peace you hadn’t experienced in months. “You know,” Lando said after a while, taking a sip of his wine, “I’m really proud of you. This is a big step.” You smiled softly, looking at the little pup sleeping peacefully. “Thanks, Lando. I think I’m finally starting to move on.”

“I’m glad. You deserve to be happy, y’know? And now you’ve got Peanut, and me, and a whole new place. Things are looking up.” You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. You weren’t completely healed yet, but you were getting there. With every box unpacked and every playful bark from Peanut, you could feel yourself putting the past behind you. You were starting fresh. And this time, it felt like you were doing it on your terms.

That week leading up to Christmas was a blur of decorating your new apartment, picking out a tree, and getting everything ready for the Friendsmas party you’d been planning. You had decided it would be the perfect way to show your friends that you were doing well. You needed to prove to them - and maybe to yourself - that you were moving forward, and what better way than with a cozy, festive gathering?

Lando, who doesn’t do things by halves, was all in from the moment you invited him, volunteering to help with the setup and insisting that he could handle the Christmas playlist (despite the fact that it would probably be shitty house music remixes of traditional songs).

When the day of the party arrived, your apartment was a winter wonderland. The tree was decorated with a mix of sentimental ornaments—some from your childhood, some newly acquired—and the whole place smelled of pine and cinnamon. You’d also made sure to have plenty of holiday treats and drinks, from mulled wine to eggnog, to make everyone feel at home.

As the evening unfolded, the warmth and laughter of your friends filled every room. Alex, Charles and Lando were in the kitchen, making questionable decisions involving a karaoke machine while you chatted with Daniel on the couch, sipping wine and trying to enjoy the chaos as you slumped against his side, cuddling into his warmth.

The sound of Alex’s off-key rendition of a Mariah Carey song echoed from the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable sound of Lando’s laughter. You could hear Charles groaning in the background, clearly trying to maintain some semblance of order amidst their tipsy chaos. Daniel let out a soft chuckle as he noticed the way you tilted your head back, letting the laughter from the others fill the air around you with closed eyes and a content smile.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering gently on your cheek. You nodded slowly, your smile tugging wider at the corners of your lips. “It’s just… it’s perfect, isn’t it? Like one of those nights where everything is a bit messy, but in the best way possible.”

Daniel chuckled, his fingers tracing light patterns on your arm. “I couldn’t agree more.” He glanced over at the group in the kitchen, where Alex was now attempting a duet with the karaoke machine, Charles looking like he was about to join in but very clearly holding back in the way he often did. “Though, I think we might need to rescue them soon.”

“Let’s give them a little longer,” you whispered, leaning closer into his side. “It’s kind of funny watching them struggle.” Daniel grinned, the warmth of his arm around you making the evening feel all the more perfect. “Alright, but only because I’m pretty sure Alex is about to pull Charles into a duet.”

You laughed softly, glancing over at the kitchen where, sure enough, Alex was poking at Charles and whining about him being no fun. There was a small whine before a weight landed between your lap and Daniel’s, the little puppy twirling in circles before flopping down in a position she thought might be comfortable.

Peanut had somehow managed to charm everyone with her little puppy antics, running between the group of friends and chasing after the wrapping paper scraps that had fallen from the gifts everyone had brought, tiring herself out. You smiled as you watched her, feeling more at ease than you had in a long time. It was hard to believe that only a few months ago, you were drowning in heartache. But here you were, surrounded by people who truly cared about you, in your own space, feeling hopeful.

The night went on with laughter and storytelling, the crackling of the fireplace adding to the cozy atmosphere. Around midnight, the group settled into a quieter rhythm, some drifting to the dining table for cards, while others stayed by the tree, sipping wine and talking about the new season upcoming.

It was then that someone hung a sprig of mistletoe above the doorway between the kitchen and living room, though nobody seemed to have any idea who put it there, nobody confessing. It was a cheesy move, but everyone played along, half-joking about who might end up under it.

The night had been easy, and you were feeling more relaxed than you had in weeks, tension seeping out of you. You were chatting with Daniel, Peanut curled up at your feet, when he stood up, stretching his arms above his head. You couldn’t help but laugh at how carefree he always seemed, his energy infectious.

Then, before you knew it, you felt a gentle pull on your wrist. Daniel had taken a step toward you, a smile dancing at the corners of his lips. Without thinking, you followed his gaze, your breath catching when you realized where he was leading you.

The mistletoe.

You felt your heart race. “Are we really doing this?” You laughed nervously, feeling silly for entertaining what felt like such a childish tradition, unsure whether this was all part of the fun or if there was something more to it. Daniel just smiled at you, his eyes soft, almost serious. “I think we are,” he said, his voice lower than usual. You couldn’t look away from him, something warm and genuine in his expression. Daniel had always been kind to you—supportive and fun-loving—but you’d never really thought of him that way. Yet tonight, with everything in your life shifting and changing, you realized that maybe this was the kind of new beginning you needed. The way he’d looked at you on the sofa, his chocolate brown eyes so deep and beautiful, so easy to get lost in. The way every smile directed at you made you feel like every inch of you was on fire, desperate to make him smile like that again because it felt so real. So unlike Max’s tight lipped grins.

“You’ve been through a lot this year, sweetheart.” Daniel said, his tone suddenly more serious. “I know you’re not over Max. I can see it in your eyes when you talk about him, even if you don’t say his name.” You froze, the air between you two thick with unspoken thoughts. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say but he wasn’t done.

“I know we’re friends, and I know you’re healing, but I need you to know something,” he continued, his voice softer now. “I love your company and being with you, yn. I really do. You’re so kind and so beautiful and I’m so proud of you for how you’ve handled all of this, you’re so strong. I get that you’re not ready to move on yet, but I want to try, whenever you’re ready, whether it’s in a day or a week or a month or a year. I want to see where this goes - where we could go.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected this. Not tonight, not with everything that had happened, not with Max still lingering in your mind.

“Daniel…” you started, the words not quite forming in the way you wanted. “I—I don’t know. I just got out of something. And it’s still so fresh in my mind. I’m not sure if I’m ready for anything serious yet.” Daniel reached out, gently placing a hand on your arm. “I know. And I’m not asking you to be. But I’ve always cared about you, yn. I’ve always had your back. I’m just asking for the chance to be here, to be someone you can trust, no matter where it goes. Even if it’s just us figuring this out slowly.” His words hung in the air, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire. You felt the weight of his honesty, the sincerity in his eyes.

You could hear laughter from the kitchen, but the world outside of you and Daniel seemed to fall away. There was something in his presence, in the way he was looking at you, that made you wonder if it was possible to feel that connection again. Not with Max, not with anyone else - but with Daniel, someone who had always been steady and kind to you, and who, in this moment, felt like a beautiful new beginning.

With a deep breath, you gave him a small, tentative smile. “I’m not sure what I’m ready for,” you said quietly. “But maybe… maybe we can try to work it out together?”

Daniel’s smile stretched wide, relief evident in his eyes. “I can live with that.” And with that, under the mistletoe, you both shared a gentle kiss—one that wasn’t about promises or expectations, but about possibility. Slowly, you felt the weight of the past lift just a little, replaced by a quiet hope for whatever came next.

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This is so sweet 🥰

Winter Warmers: Day 21 — Winter Storm

↳ Summary: A winter storm rocks England and wakes your children.

↳ Word Count: 606

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

England was hit with a huge snow storm that year. Double digits of centimeters worth of snow fell overnight in what was compared to the blizzard of a decade. In the evening, when the snow had started, it was calm and exciting and the kids huddled together at the back door to watch the snowflakes fall gracefully to blanket the backyard in white. But, as the evening progressed and the kids were tucked into bed and you and George were going about your nighttime routines, the storm grew.

The winter winds whistled past the house, shrieking through the sealed tight windows and making your well kept home creak on its foundation. George was getting some end-of-season email-type work completed in the office while you struggled to hear your TV show over the howling winds. You paused the show and got up to glance out the front window, peering out at the tree-lined driveway as the boughs flailed unnervingly and the once-fluffy snowflakes now fell in angry almost ice-like sheets against the glass.

With another strong gust of wind, the television and the lights flicked off for just a moment before turning back on. You let the curtain fall closed again and you stepped away from the window with a sigh.

George appeared in the doorway to the living room with an unimpressed sigh, “The storm just knocked out the wifi and scrapped the email I was trying to send.”

“It’s insane out there.” you replied, returning to the couch and you tucked up a leg underneath you.

George took your place at the front window and used his index finger to pull open a crack in the curtains to look through, “I’m surprised the house is still standing.”

He then let the curtains fall closed and walked over to join you on the couch, pulling a blanket from the lounge chair in the corner on his way. He barely got himself settled on the couch beside you before your daughter’s little frightened voice came calling down from upstairs,

“Daddy!”

You and George exchanged glances, both having silently expected at least one of your kids to be woken up by the raging storm. Your toddler daughter’s sweet voice sounded like she had been crying, obviously distressed from the storm and wanting comfort. He got up from the couch again and you followed, leaving the blanket behind to go check on her.

The two of you had barely made it out of the living room when the toddler called again, her voice more urgent, louder, “Daddy!”

George picked up the pace a little, taking the stairs two at a time gracefully to reach the second floor. Just down the hall was your daughter’s room, but the door was already partially open when he arrived. George pushed it open a little more to find both of your children snuggled up in her single bed. Behind the pink curtains, a tree branch rapped eerily on the window in the whistling wind.

Your daughter was slightly calmer, comforted by the embrace of her big brother, still sniffling but now quieter. Your son whispered to her softly, all six years of him already so emphatic and loving, having gotten out of bed to make sure she was okay. George lingered in the doorway for a moment and you joined him there, discovering the scene he looked over so fondly. You shared a proud smile with him, his arm going around your waist to pull you close to his side, watching your young children find comfort in each other.

“We did well with them, I think.” George whispered to you.

You leaned into his side with a warm, “That we did.”

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Holy shit, this was so sad and so good 😭

Blue Moon Motel (gr63)

↳ A/N I can't thank you all enough for your lovely words on my first piece of George writing I posted here. Your welcome into the F1 side of Tumblr has been so incredibly kind. Please take this heartbreaking story as my thank you <3

↳ Inspired By Blue Moon Motel by Nicole Dollanganger

↳ Summary: George has decided that his affair with you needs to end but he takes you out for one last night before saying goodbye.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 8.0k

↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating (George is having an ongoing affair with the reader, gf is unnamed), use of explicit language, fucking without feelings (or so they think), oral (f receiving), choking, spanking, some biting, hair pulling, use of derogatory names (slut etc.), unprotected sex

G: Booked a hotel room tonight. You free?

Your favourite kind of text. You knew well what he was asking for and you lifted your phone from your desk to answer;

-Always free for you and I wanted to talk to you about something anyway. Time and place?

G: I need to talk to you too...and I need to fuck you. 7pm. Blue Moon Motel. I’ll wait for you in the lobby?

-Sounds good. See you then ;)

It wasn’t uncommon for George to book rooms when he needed you and couldn’t get the house to himself. He always booked mid-range where the rooms were nice but the place wasn’t expensive, something located farther out of Monaco and towards Menton in the south of France so chances of getting caught by paparazzi was slimmer. He couldn’t take any chances when you weren’t his girlfriend. The world didn’t know her yet but she didn’t know you and that would have been the main issue if he was caught by the press sneaking you into a five star hotel.

Regardless, you dressed in your best lingerie and a short dress overtop before calling a cab to the motel. It was a hot day in the south of France and the evening didn’t do much to lessen the humidity, the moment you stepped out of the cab you felt your skin flush under the heat. George was waiting in the lobby as promised, identity hidden behind sunglasses and a casual outfit, and he stood up when he saw you. He glanced around as you approached each other to make sure no one was paying much attention before leaning in to kiss you quickly.

“You look great.” he complimented quietly before taking your hand.

“So do you.” you smiled softly, letting him lead you towards the elevators as he tucked his sunglasses in the collar of his shirt.

George seemed more nervous than normal and you watched as he eyed the numbers on the elevator ticking up to your floor, his hand still snug in yours and his weight shifting from side to side ever so slightly.

“What’s up?” you asked, tugging on his hand to bring his attention to you.

He glanced at you with surprised blue eyes but shrugged as the elevator doors slid open, “Nothing.”

“You said you wanted to talk about something in your text.” you stated as he pulled you down the hallway to the room.

George stopped outside a door and swiped the key before glancing back at you, “Fucking first. Talking after.”

You couldn’t get a rebuttal out before he was sweeping you right off your feet and into his arms like a bride. You shrieked in surprise but tossed your arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw through your excited giggles as he carried you into the hotel room.

“What a gentleman.” you whispered against his cheek.

“Only the best for you.” George gushed, finding your lips with his as he kicked the door closed behind the two of you.

He gently let you slip from his arms onto the ground of the small hotel room foyer, your feet landing silently on the carpet as your lips lingered on each others and you swallowed him up in your arms. George’s arms slid around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer by your waist until you were pressed flush up against him. You could feel the bulge in his jeans against your body and you tangled your hand in the back of his hair to pull his lips off of yours for a moment. His eyes lingered on yours, pupils already dilated and soft breaths falling from pink lips. The way he looked at you could make your knees weak and you scratched your fingers through the back of his hair for a moment.

“Have you been hard all day?”

George groaned lightly at your bluntness, licking his lips as he stared at you, “Most of the day.”

“And thinking of me?”

“Yeah.” George bit back a little smirk, his hands sliding from your hips to your ass and he grabbed two snug handfuls.

You brushed your nose against his and let your lips connect again, lingering there a moment before you both inhaled sharply and tilted your heads to turn it deeper. His fingers inched up the hem of your short dress as his lips distracted themselves with yours and when your dress was up around your waist, he slapped his hand down hard against your bare ass.

You tugged at his hair to strengthen your kiss and his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, shooting shivers down your spine. You opened up for him and his tongue pushed its way into your mouth as he backed you up against the doorway to the bathroom. Your hands dragged down his chest and worked to blindly unbutton his shirt quickly as he slid a hand between your legs. His fingers made you shiver under his touch, gasping out of your kiss as his lips moved down your neck and his fingers drew slow stripes over your panties.

“Have you been wet all day?” George taunted against your ear, pushing your question back at you.

“Just about.” you laughed lightly, dragging your hands down his abs.

“Wanna shower with me?” he asked, his eyes focusing on your lips in your close proximity, sliding his hands around your waist to pull you right up against his jeans.

Your hands teased the hem of his pants, “Of course.”

George shrugged off his shirt and tossed it to the floor before his hand found its way around your throat and pulled your mouth back onto his. Your hands memorized his body, over his shoulders and arms and bare chest, finally returning to his jeans to pop the button and slide your hand down the front.

George moaned into your kiss, moulding his tongue against yours as he kept you pressed up against the doorframe and you palmed him strongly down his pants. His hands shimmied up your dress and lifted it over your head to drop to the floor before returning your mouth to his hungry kisses. The quiet hotel room filled with the sound of your sloppy kisses and you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him after you into the bathroom.

George’s large hands soaked up your body in the black lace, lingering at your chest before sliding over your hips and ass, breathing into your mouth, “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy.”

You bit at his bottom lip, urging a moan from him while you shoved his jeans down his legs and he kicked his shoes off and then his jeans followed, tossed back out into the hotel room foyer. Your kisses were turning feverous, desperation growing as clothes were stripped and passion increasing with the fiery touch of hands on skin. George’s lips moved down your neck and his right hand pushed down the front of your underwear. It was only then that you noticed the bracelet missing from his wrist. The bracelet that matched his girlfriend’s.

“Where’s your bracelet?” you asked quietly, watching him kiss at your neck through the mirror.

His fingers kept up slow stripes over your cunt as his face lifted from your neck and his eyes found yours, “I’m yours tonight. No one else’s.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you pulled his lips back on yours with a feverous desire that made him chuckle lightly. His fingers worked a bit faster between your legs, finally rubbing lazily at your clit until you were grinding onto his hand.

“I need you.” you breathed into his mouth, pulling lightly at his hair to keep his lips on yours. “Please, sir.”

A soft groan came from George’s throat and he yanked your panties down your thighs.

“Strip.” he ordered.

You did as told while he turned on the shower and set it to a comfortable temperature, turning back to you only to find you naked and waiting. Your hands were on your chest, tweaking at your hardening nipples, and George smacked your hands away.

“Lemmy see your pretty tits.”

You bit your lip at his vulgarity, always liking to see how filthy his usual polite and gentlemanly demeanor could turn. His hands were on you in an instant, forcing you to lean back against the bathroom counter as his mouth found your left breast first, tonguing at your nipple before sucking at it for a moment and doing the same to the opposite one. The tent in his boxers was massive and you played with the thick shape of his dick through the fabric ever so gently as he licked back up your neck and nipped at your earlobe.

“Feel how fucking hard you make me, baby?” George whispered. “Just need to fuck you so bad.”

“So do it.” you taunted.

“In the shower, pretty little whore. Gonna show you what I’ve been thinking about all day.”

He left you with a spank as you slunk past him and helped yourself to the warm shower. You held your head back under the stream of water and soaked yourself up as George watched for a moment from in front of the counter. He dropped his underwear and you gave him a little show as he stroked himself off a little, his eyes lingering on the water cascading down your bare body and over every curve. You let your hands trail your figure until he was stepping in behind you and taking your place.

“Little slut…putting on a show for me, huh?” George breathed against your ear as his hands rubbed over your hips. You could feel his dick pressed up against your ass and you pushed back on him impatiently.

He adjusted the stream of water, soaking both of you, before shifting it to the side again and ran a hand over his wet hair. He bent you forward and you set your hands flat against the tile wall, ass out and back slightly arched, and he slapped his hand down against your flesh. You gasped lightly, the water on your skin only increasing the sound of his spanks as he did it again.

“Fuck me.” you choked out. “Please just fuck me, sir.”

George shuffled up behind you and you spread your feet slightly to give him room to tuck himself between your legs. The feeling of his dick grazing over your folds had you fluttering and he could feel it, his hand sliding up your spine to tangle in your hair as his other slowly pushed himself inside you.

Your mouth dropped open as the stretch, easing back on him so he bottomed out quicker, and your eyes fell shut as he filled you completely. George groaned lowly, gripping your wet hair in one hand and your hip in the other, focusing on the limited space between you and how he fit inside you so perfectly.

He stayed still for a moment as if to compose himself but you started fucking yourself back onto him, rocking forward and back in messy motions to get him going, only making yourself moan desperately.

George slapped his hand down against your ass, “Yeah. That’s my girl.”

His praise made you flush pink and you groaned excitedly as he yanked at your hair and shoved right into you. You gasped, grabbing onto the shower wall the best you could as he started thrusting into you, giving you everything before pulling out almost all the way and then moving back in.

“Oh my God.” you breathed, “Shit...you’re so fucking big-”

“Yeah?” George chuckled against your neck, keeping up his strong steady thrusts, “Where do you feel me?”

“So deep.” you groaned softly.

“Yeah?” George tightened his grip in your hair and picked up speed, shoving into you a bit faster.

“Oh God.” you cried, hands streaking down the shower wall as he fucked you harder and you couldn’t help but push back on him in time with his motions.

“Good girl.” George spanked you again before grabbing a handful of your ass and made sure you were pulled open so he could fit in as deep as he could go. The warm water only increased the sound of his skin slapping against yours, his hands holding you in place so he could fuck you how he wanted and you shoved back on him each time. “God, you’re such a fucking slut.”

“George-” you cried out as he slid his hand around the front of your neck and then really started going to town, shoving into you roughly until you were falling silent.

“Good girl.” he growled against your ear. “Take it. Fucking take it.”

You squealed softly, hands squeaking against the tile wall in your desperate attempt to keep yourself steady, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-”

His fingers pushed their way into your mouth to keep you quiet and you moaned around them, eyes falling shut as he had his way with you and was nearly choking you with his two fingers. But he slowed down almost just as quickly, making you whine around his fingers as he went back to strong deep thrusts that pushed you to slump forward against the shower wall again. His hand slid down your neck and grabbed your breast in his palm before finding your hip.

“I love this fucking pussy.” George breathed, bending over you to kiss between your shoulder blades as he thrusted into you slowly but strongly, guiding your hips with his hands. His eyes dropped between you to watch as he pushed inside you and rolled your hips back onto him each time, creating a perfect rhythm with your wet bodies. He gripped the flesh of your hip so tightly you were sure he was going to leave bruises, fingers pressing into your skin as he tugged you back on his dick again and again.

He stretched you out so well and it always managed to take your breath away no matter how many times you had snuck off together. The warm water only added to the sensations, slicking you up so as he sped up the small hotel bathroom was filling with the steady slap of his skin on yours. Faster, faster, faster, George’s hands gripped tighter to your waist and you could only bend over more for him, slumping against the wall as he shoved deep inside you again and again until all you could do was take it.

“Please.” you sobbed, “Please don’t stop!”

“You wanna cum, baby girl?” George breathed, his words almost muffled by the shower and the wet clapping of his skin on yours.

“Yessir.” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” he taunted through his teeth, “You think you deserve to cum? Beg.”

“Please, please, please make me cum.” you cried, tears brimming in your eyes at the overwhelm.

His left hand gathered your wrists under his grasp and pinned your hands to the shower wall as his right kept you close so he could keep pounding into you. The restraint of it all had you whining loudly, head tilting back until the stream from the shower hit your chest and he spanked you hard.

“Please, sir!” you nearly shrieked, feeling your stomach ache with need. “Please, I wanna cum for you!”

“You’re gonna cum when I tell you.” George ordered.

“Yeah.” you whined in tired agreement, already starting to feel your muscles clenching around him in desperation.

“Good girl.” George fucked into you harder, letting his teeth find your shoulder as he chased his orgasm and his hand that had been holding yours against the wall found your hair again and gave it a good yank.

You cried out, welcoming his lips on your neck as he groaned against your flushed skin and your legs were starting to tremble. You bit down on your bottom lip, fucking yourself back on him as you tried to hold yourself back the best you could until he gave you permission. It was one of the things he liked best about you; you always listened. It's what you were there for, after all; to give him what he wanted.

“Ready, baby girl?” George whispered against your ear. “Cum with me.”

“Yes. Come inside me.” you begged shakily, desperate to finish him off, “Please, sir. Please, I want it.”

“That’s my girl. Listen to you fucking beg. Ready?” George panted as he let go of your hair and gripped your hips and fucked you harder and rougher as his groans moulded into pitchy moans and you could feel him twitching inside you. “Now. Cum.”

In seconds, with one more rough tug of your body back onto him, he came deep inside you, grunting lowly against your skin and digging his nails down into your flesh.

“Oh God…” you whined breathily, squealing in overwhelm as you came with him, vision blurring around the edges as he shot pleasure through every nerve in your body. You could only sob out a few more “yeses” through it, pulsing down around him as he gave you a few lazy thrusts through his heavy breaths and small groans.

He kept his hands on your hips as he pulled out slowly, watching the thick white cream drip filthily out of you and onto the shower floor to be washed away by the water. He smacked his hand down on your ass before sliding a hand between your legs to finger the rest of his cum back inside you, making sure to graze his thumb over your clit to make you flinch.

“That’s my good girl.” George praised, his voice drowned out by the water but he gently pulled you from the wall so your back was pressed up to his chest. He rested your head back against his shoulder so he could look at your face as your wet chest heaved with breathlessness.

Your eyes lingered on his features, how the water cascaded down his cheeks and soaked his hair over his forehead…you could have stayed there forever with his arms around your waist and his body pressed up to yours. His lips found your jaw and left a soft kiss there before focusing back on your face and let a little smirk tug at his mouth.

“Your makeup is ruined.” he whispered.

“Mm…whose fault is that?” you laughed lightly.

“Yours. For begging for it.” George teased.

He slid his hands into yours and you laced your fingers together, letting the water run over the both of you for a moment as he held you against his chest and left kisses over your neck. After a moment he turned you around to face him and he wiped the streaked mascara from your cheeks and under your eyes and brushed your wet hair from your face. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on you, taking in your face and your body like you were unfamiliar to him, his large hands not leaving your skin for long if at all.

“We can’t see each other anymore.”

The words he spoke were gentle in tone but felt like they were physically stabbed right through your lungs. Your eyebrows furrowed a moment as you stared at him and his downcast gaze, your hands resting haphazardly against his chest.

“What?” you breathed out.

George sighed and reached behind you to turn off the shower and he grabbed a towel from the rack to wrap around your shoulders before he explained himself, “I just…don’t think that this is fair to anyone anymore.”

“It was never fair to anyone...George...what-” you took a moment to try and gather your thoughts, “What is making you say this? Does she know about us?”

“No. No, she doesn’t.”

“Then what?” you shivered slightly under his hazy gaze and the water that was drying over your bare skin. He didn’t answer for a moment so you added a, “Huh?”

“Baby,” George sighed, reaching to rub the towel over your arms to warm you up.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” you spoke softly, voice quivering, as you stepped out of the shower and onto the bathmat over the floor.

George followed and you glanced at his reflection through the mirror as you dried yourself off and gave a few extra swipes between your legs, mopping up the warm cum that was still slowly dripping out of you. George trailed his hand down your spine as he grabbed a second towel for himself, “I really like being with you.”

You didn’t answer him, simply dried yourself off beside him in silence.

“I just…we can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep this a secret any longer…not with Alex and Lando and whoever else knowing now…and we’re getting far too risky…”

You wrapped the towel around your body and faced him with a flat expression, “So what the fuck is this? This hotel room? Fucking me raw in the shower?”

“I wanted to make our last night special.” George shrugged, tracing your collarbones with his hand. The hand that was missing the bracelet. “Because I know you have feelings for-“

“Stop. Don’t.” you cut him off. “Don’t say that shit.”

George stayed quiet for a moment.

So did you.

“Let me give you one night.” he finally whispered. “One night where I’m yours. Only yours. I don’t want to end like this…in an argument…we deserve better after these last few months.”

You just stared to the side, trying to keep the tears from spilling; not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was breaking your heart.

George’s hand slid up the side of your neck and took your chin in his grasp to turn you to face him. “Look at me.” he spoke gently.

You slowly raised your eyes to his. He was standing so closely you could almost feel his warm breath on your cheek and his lashes brushed over your cheek. His lips ghosted yours and you habitually let yours linger on his in a feather soft hesitant kiss. The hotel room was silent as his lips shifted smoother onto yours, capturing them in an ever so gentle kiss that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. George’s hand on your chin guided you through another faint kiss as if testing the waters and you couldn’t help but give into him. You always gave into him.

Your hands slid up his bare chest and around his shoulders, welcoming his slow passionate kisses as his tongue found its way into your mouth. George moved slowly, grabbing the towel that was wrapped around you and pulled it from your body and onto the floor. With his hands on your bare skin, the fire of his touch was back in full force and you couldn’t help but shuffle closer to him.

George nipped teasingly at your bottom lip between kisses as his large hands slid down your back and to your ass and finally to your thighs. He crouched down just enough to lift you right up off the ground and into his arms all without breaking your deep kisses. Your legs wrapped around his waist with ease, tangling your fingers in the back of his hair to keep his lips on yours, and he carried you out of the bathroom and over to the king size bed.

Freshly showered and skin still pink from the hot water and the warm up you had, George knelt up on the end of the bed and then leaned forward to gently lay you down on the mattress, following right after you to keep his lips on yours. His hands shuffled under the back of your head and he fanned out your damp hair over the pillows as his lips moved down your neck. His touch alone was electrifying and he cradled the back of your neck as his lips left open mouthed kisses over your warm skin. His hands followed his lips, trailing down your shoulders and collarbones and down to your chest, kissing and groping and licking at your flesh until your breathing was starting to fall heavy.

“Your tits look so fucking pretty tonight, baby.” George breathed, nearly nuzzling himself between them as his hands worked them gently. Your soft gasp when his thumb grazed your nipple had him smirking and he sucked over one and then the other, teasing them with his teeth until they were nice and hard and your hand was finding its way into his damp hair. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

You sighed shakily as he continued down your body, kissing wetly down to your bellybutton and over your hips, slowing tauntingly as his hands spread your legs for him. You watched him carefully as he situated himself between your legs and linked his arms under your thighs, letting a thick string of drool fall from his lips and onto your folds. George’s tongue followed it, brushing ever so gently over your body but still made you flinch and grab his hair.

He pulled back, soaking up how you looked spread for him, pussy still wet from his prior attack on your body and the faint signs of bruising over your hips had him biting back a smirk. He trailed a finger down over your folds, watching your wetness cling to his finger and he spread you open to see the traces of white left behind inside you and slowly dripping out still. George groaned lowly and kept you spread between two fingers so he could slip his tongue inside you teasingly. You gasped lightly but he pulled back just as quickly, kissing over your cunt until you were starting to grind up against his face, desperate for his touch.

Whimpering quietly, you kept one hand tangled in his hair and rolled your hips against his face and he just opened up wider for you, giving you sloppy open mouthed kisses with just enough tongue to have you quivering with desire.

“Please, sir.” you whimpered ever so quietly, staring down at him with a pretty pout that made him shutter.

He hummed, sliding his tongue up between your legs before pushing it inside you slowly.

“Yeah.” you breathed out, letting your body focus on him and nothing but the pleasure he so easily could give you.

George fucked you slowly with his tongue, lapping up your arousal and his own cum that was still left over from your hookup in the shower. He did so without hesitation, moaning softly against your skin as he nuzzled his face deeper between your thighs and ate you out like heaven. He worked slowly, licking and slurping and savouring each and every part of you until your head was falling back against the pillows with bliss.

The hotel room was perfectly silent, almost eerily silent, except for the faint sound of traffic outside behind your heavy breaths and his wet tongue. George kept his eyes on you, keeping your lips spread so his tongue could have easy access and he dragged it up and down your folds slowly and then faster and faster to make you squirm.

“Sir-“ you shuttered, grinding up against his face some more. “Please-“

His hands kept you in place by your thigh and your lower stomach, holding you down on the mattress as he had you as he pleased. Usually your hookups were rushed and quiet and often mostly about him - your purpose after all was to give him the sexual pleasure she couldn’t - but this time, he took his time with you, reaching every single nerve in your body without even touching your clit yet. You felt on fire, breathless, blissful, and hungry for more of him. You couldn’t think about the fact that this was your last time when he could so easily melt you down with a flick of his tongue.

George’s large hands moved to your thighs and pushed you open wider, feet flat on the bed and legs parted nice and far to keep you spread wide for him.

“Look at this gorgeous fucking pussy.” George breathed, leaving taunting kisses over your inner thighs before brushing his nose ever so gently against your cunt. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Who did this to you?”

“Always you, sir.” you whispered, massaging your one hand through his damp hair.

He chuckled against you, the vibrations felt right up against your body and you inhaled sharply, especially as he finally dragged his tongue over your clit. You whimpered loudly, scrunching your eyes closed.

“Good girl. Feel it.”

His tongue dragged in slow stripes over your clit, just enough to make you squirm, rutting up against his face again. Your whimpers turned him on like you wouldn’t believe and he groaned against you as his tongue lapped at your wetness and he shook his head deeper to make a mess of it all.

“Oh God-“ you breathed to the ceiling.

His right hand slid up your body, right between your breasts, and finally to your mouth and he pushed two fingers past your lips. You sucked on them gladly as his tongue worked between your legs in slow gentle motions that made you drip.

“Say my name.” George ordered, his voice deep against your wet flesh.

“Sir-“

“No, baby. Say my name.”

Butterflies filled your body as his fingers pulled from your mouth with perfect wet suction and you let your lips bless the name you craved, “George.”

“That’s it.”

He was breaking all the rules.

“Want you to moan my name tonight, baby.”

He was breaking the rules that he put in place. The rules that kept that strong divider between your physical relationship from being anywhere near romantic.

George slid his wet fingers down your folds and pushed one inside you, groaning as he watched your head fall back against the bed and your chest rose with a shaky inhale.

“That’s my girl.” he praised, fucking you slowly with his middle finger as his tongue teased your clit. “Just feel it.”

You hummed softly, one hand still gripping his hair as your other reached behind you to fist the pillow. You let your eyes close, forcing yourself to feel it; each of his slow pumps of his finger and the sensations of his tongue edging you on. He added a second finger, making you gasp shakily and you bit down on your bottom lip through it.

“You don’t need to be quiet, sweetheart.” he whispered. “I want to hear you.”

He curled his fingers up, grazing your g-spot with ease, and you whimpered out his name, “Oh...George-”

“Good girl.” he praised, eyes staring up at you as he found a steady pace, flicking his fingers faster deep inside you as he tongued at your clit.

“Oh my God.” you whined, squirming under his control.

George’s free hand held you down by your hip, massaging over your flesh as he worked you closer, keeping his consistent pace even when your legs started to tremble. It wasn’t taking him long to get you there between the skill he housed and the fact that he had already had you once that night.

“George.” you whimpered. “George. George. George- fuck-”

He couldn’t get enough of the sound of his name when it was moaned by you, falling from your parted lips like heaven. There was nothing you wanted more than him...then to have him...to moan his name to the ceiling for the rest of time. It was overwhelming - he was overwhelming - and you pulled at his damp hair as you felt your stomach tighten, squealing quietly through the hotel room as he worked you right up to orgasm.

But then he stopped. And pulled his fingers out. And left you pulsing with need to finish.

You could only whimper out a “No” as he sat back from you.

George shushed you sweetly, pushing your legs back against your chest as he shuffled closer on his knees, “I got you. I’ll let you cum, baby. Just need to fuck you first.”

He leaned over you and you let your legs link over his arms, staring at his pretty face as he licked three fingers and slid them down your body. He slicked them up your dripping cunt, smearing your arousal and his spit some more before guiding the tip of his dick between your lips.

“Shit, I can feel your fucking heartbeat, baby girl.” George chuckled slowly, sliding the shaft of his dick up between your folds to slick himself up.

You held onto his biceps, staring wide-eyed up at his face with your lip in anticipation between your teeth as he teased you with gentle touches. He was so hard and it only made you wetter by the second, breathing out a pleading, “Please” just before he gave you what you wanted and slowly slipped inside you.

His dark eyes stared down at you as your mouth fell open in time with him and he stretched you out so nicely it always felt like your first time. Your nails dug lightly into his biceps and he set his hands on either side of your head as he bottomed out with a small groan. With how folded in half you were, he had to push down into you almost, situating himself on top of you until he was flush up against you and so deep you swore you could feel him in every nerve in your body. You shuttered.

“Good?” he asked quietly.

You nodded.

George leaned down to kiss you, sharing soft closed mouthed kisses as he got started; pulling back and pushing into you in lazy thrusts. You hummed shakily, already having been so close that this was only bringing your orgasm closer. His eyes were locked on yours, his large hands gripping the sheets on either side of you as he found a good pace, giving you quick curling thrusts nice and deep.

“G-George-” you moaned shakily, his name just tumbling from your lips without thought, eyes staring right up into his.

“That’s my girl.” he praised softly. “I want you to feel it.”

You whimpered softly, moving your hands from his arms to the backs of your thighs to hold your legs back farther, eyes finding the limited space between you to watch him thrust into you. You couldn’t hold back the habitual moan that the sight forced from your chest, listening to how wet you were as he fucked into you with filthy sounds of his thighs against your skin. George leaned down closer, biting at your bottom lip messily behind your shared heavy breathing and his passionate thrusts and you opened up to let your lips lock with his in sloppy kisses.

Your nails dragged over his hips, trying to follow his motions to savour it if at all, moaning and whining into his mouth. George broke your kiss as he grabbed your left leg and pushed it out, spreading you wider with his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh and he picked up speed, fucking into you quicker to make you shriek.

“Geo-rge- fuck!” you gasped shakily, tossing your head back against the bed.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” George praised lowly, really pulling back to shove into you strongly again and again as he pulled your right leg up to his shoulder.

He used the spring of the mattress to his advantage, shoving you down by your thigh just enough for you to be pushed back into each quick thrust. You were falling breathless, gasping and moaning under him as your fingers twisted in the sheets above your head.

“Oh my God, oh my God!”

“Watch.” George ordered breathlessly, grabbing a handful of your damp hair to raise your head up and you stared down your body as he fucked you into the white sheets.

“Baby.” you whimpered, toes curling in the air as he had you as he wanted you. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” His hand moved from your hair to your throat, squeezing his fingers around it until you were whimpering and your eyes were nearly rolling back.

“George-” you cried shakily, clawing at his shoulders to try and cling onto him, feeling your whole body tingling with pleasure. “Holy...fuck…”

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” he praised tauntingly.

You couldn’t help but let your mind whirl at his words. He had never been soft and possessive with you. His girl? You could have melted. It was easy to get caught up in it, his warm hands and pretty face and eyes that seemed to look at you like you were everything he ever wanted. But maybe that was just the bliss that coursed through his veins with him balls deep inside you until all you could think about was him. All you could ever think about was him.

He made you cum in seconds. He knew your body too well, even if you were only together for his physical gain. His hand around your throat squeezed you just enough for your cheeks to redden and his fingers pressed bruises into your thighs as he held your shuttering body down against the bed.

You knew perfectly well he liked it loud and honestly you couldn’t help it anyway as your head tossed back against the bed and you cried and moaned his name to the ceiling until it nearly echoed off the walls. You knew better than to leave marks on him so you could only tug at his messy brown hair still damp from the shower, hearing him groan intoxicatingly above you as your body pulsed and squeezed around him.

The moment you managed to barely take a breath, he was pulling out of you and grabbing your arm to flip you over onto your stomach.

“George-”

He slapped your ass hard and then shoved back inside you.

The action had you groaning loudly, clutching the sheets in your fists, “George-”

“Take it.” he ordered. “I know you can take more.”

He leaned right down over you with his forearms on either side of your body and started bucking into you quickly, forcing a shaky groan from your throat as your eyes fluttered shut. He was breathing hard against your ear, panting and grunting softly as the bed creaked underneath him with how rough he was taking it. Flat down against the bed, your eyes were nearly rolling back, fisting the sheets in your hands as your sensitive body welcomed him all.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” George growled against your ear.

“Uh huh.” you nodded quickly as his fingers found their way into your mouth.

“Yeah, you’re fucking mine.” George licked up your neck, shooting shivers down your spine and he sunk his teeth down into your flesh where your neck met your shoulder.

He kept his fingers in your mouth, his other hand gripping tightly to the sheets beside you, smothering his moans into your neck, as he fucked you harder until you were crying out. You felt completely on fire, tugging at the sheets and drooling around his two fingers in your mouth as his body made perfect filthy music with yours.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum.” George breathed against your ear.

“Please.” you whined.

“You want it?” George chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers from your mouth to grab a fistful of your hair and yanked on it just enough to make you shriek, “Where do you want it?”

“I-Inside me.” you begged. “Cum inside me...one last time, George. Please.”

George’s jaw clenched and he groaned against your cheek, fucking into you rougher until the headboard was nearly hitting the wall.

“Oh my God!” you squealed, yanking at the sheets as you felt your third high of the night approaching. “Don’t stop, don’t stop! Please, please, please-“

“Jesus Christ, baby.” George hissed, “Almost there. Shit.”

He slid his hand around the front of your neck, pulling your chest off the bed to find your lips with his as he finished you both off. You tried to focus, tried to engrain the feeling of his hands on you and his breath against your skin and his deep moans against your ear; tried to remember how he made you feel lightheaded when you came, how he felt around your clenching muscles as he twitched and came inside you, how it felt to be finished and filled by him until he was sighing shakily into your neck.

There was a momentary silence. The hotel room was perfectly silent except for your heavy breathing.

George dusted a kiss over your neck and moved his hand from your throat and carefully pulled out of you. He helped you onto your back, making sure your hair was brushed off your face, and he stared at you for a moment. You stared back. Memorizing. Trying to remember the feelings that were already starting to fade with the pleasure.

He shifted off of you and onto the bed beside you, moving enough to untuck the sheets and pull them up around both of your naked and flushed bodies. You rolled onto your side to face the window and he shuffled up behind you, draping a heavy arm around your waist.

Silence.

Your heart was racing in your chest as you stared blankly out the window across the room, the moon still low over the horizon but it was bright behind the buildings of Menton. You could see it clearly in the sky and you focused on it to try and ignore the ache in your heart. George’s hand was pressed to your stomach to hold you close and you blinked away the tears forming in your eyes as you set your hand over his.

His lips brushed over your shoulder and left soft kisses in their wake. It was almost serene. Almost like it was where you were meant to be; in his arms. He was already in your heart.

The reality of your situation felt like a never ending weight on your chest, crushing and suffocating, and there was nothing you could do about it.

George held you for an hour.

It wasn’t often that you stayed together after you hooked up - after all, you were only ever there for the sex - but the way he lingered made your heart hurt worse. Part of you wished he would just go. His thumb rubbed gentle patterns back and forth over your stomach and his breath felt warm against your back right between your shoulder blades. You wanted to cry. You wanted him to leave already so you could cry.

“George.”

Your voice was wavering.

He shifted slightly behind you so he could lean up on his arm to look at you. He could see the tears in your eyes despite how you tried to look as nonchalant as possible.

“What is it?” he asked softly, raising his hand from your waist to brush over your cheek.

You took all your courage to make your final request, your final attempt, “Break up with her.”

George sighed softly, “I can’t.”

You kept your stare straight out the window, “Why?”

“I love her.” he said without a thought.

You bit your lip. George rested his hand on your shoulder and kissed your bare skin.

“Do you not love me?” you asked, your quiet voice trembling in fear of his response to the question you knew you had to ask.

“I…” George thought now, trying to word his response, “I love you in a different way.”

You exhaled deeply.

Silence.

“I need to go.” George finally whispered.

“Where?” you asked.

“We just shouldn’t drag this out.” he replied.

You didn’t reply. You knew where he was going to go anyway. Who he was going to see. You nodded.

There was a pause. You could feel his eyes on you.

After a moment, when it was obvious you weren’t going to say anything else, he shifted away from you and got out of bed. You heard him walk a few paces away and start to get dressed. You could see him in the dark reflection of the open window; his silhouette pulling his boxers on and then his jeans. You heard the zip of the zipper and the shuffle of the button being done up. Each quiet second, each muted sound of his clothing returning to his body made your heart ache.

“I already paid for the room so you can stay here tonight if you want.” George said gently, “Order room service…anything you want…it’ll all go to my card.”

You didn’t want room service. You didn’t want a hotel room. You just wanted him.

You could barely reply with an “Okay.”

George stared at you as he buttoned up his shirt, eyebrows furrowed in slight concern as he stared at your curled up body under the white hotel sheets. You looked small in the king size bed. He spoke your name softly and when you made no move to answer, he walked around to the side of the bed, standing between you and the moon. He crouched down to look at you and you bit your lip under his stare.

“Don’t cry, okay? Please.” he whispered, noticing the shimmer of your eyes.

You pulled the sheets higher to hide your face from him when you couldn’t hold back a tear that seeped into the white fabric with ease. You held your breath.

“Why can’t it be me?” you whimpered ever so softly.

Part of you wished he didn’t hear your pathetic pleas but he did. George sighed and ran a tired and stressed hand over his face.

“It just…it just won’t work. In another life maybe.”

You whimpered, “Was I only ever a meaningless fuck to you?”

George’s silence was your answer and despite his hesitation to deny your statement, you couldn’t hold back your sob.

George breathed your name and tried to reach for you, resting his hand against your hair to try and get you to look at him, to try and console you, to try and convince himself that he was doing the right thing.

“Just go.” you said flatly behind the sheets.

He paused.

“George.” you said as strongly as you could possibly muster. “Please leave.”

The weight of his hand lifted from your shoulder and the shadow of his body that the moonlight cast over you faded with his footsteps. His car keys were lifted from the table. The door opened. The door shut.

The very second silence fell and the reality of your loneliness pressed on your naked body, you burst into tears. He left you. He left you like it was easy. Like the last few months and all your nights together and whispered blissful words meant nothing to him.

But what did you expect when you were the side piece anyway. You were never his first choice. And you never would be.

When the sun rose, it woke you at daybreak. The curtains were still open so the room brightened as the horizon was pooling with light. You squinted in the brightness and rolled over in the frightfully empty king size bed. The sheets lingered ever so faintly with the smell of him. Your skin was bruised by his touches. Your mind was plagued by the sound of his praise through his moans.

That’s my girl.

You grabbed your phone to find no missed messages but a single notification.

georgerussell63 posted a photo

You opened it.

You let Instagram load.

Your breath froze your lungs like ice.

It felt like a dagger had lodged itself right in your chest and you could feel each layer of skin and muscle tearing and aching around the blade. It was a picture of him with her…and sickening caption stating how much he adored her…how much he loved her…how much he was wholeheartedly dedicated and wanted to show her off to the world.

He broke your heart to go public with her.

It shouldn’t have hurt you when your entire situation was based on lies and adultery but it was true. You had fallen in love with him over the few short months you had in secrecy. You had fallen in love with him and the little grain of rice sized life that was growing inside you.

You wanted to tell him that night. You wanted to tell him that you were pregnant and it was his and this was his way out. But why would you tell the man who didn’t love you that you carried your shared future inside your body? You couldn’t force him to love you. And you couldn’t force him to love a baby conceived from a relationship of deceit.

#george russell x reader

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ibetyouthinkaboutmefics · 6 days ago

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Obsessed!!!

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ibetyouthinkaboutmefics · 8 days ago

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Screaming, I love this so much! The chemistry with everyone is so fun and adorable 🥰 I’m still believing in my boy Daniel 🙏 plus I think it would be really funny considering Max, like that one commenter said. Can’t wait for the next part! 😀

Baby Blues (smau part 6)

Cheater!Max Verstappen x ex!reader

Summary: Ex!Max has yn on the brain but she’s moving onto bigger and better things

Authors note: comment to be added to the taglist, any feedback of asks are appreciated and encouraged. I should change the banner soon… who do you think she ends up with?

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yn_surname two fingers up to whoever said running away from the apartment my ex paid for and to Japan for two weeks wouldn’t cute the winter blues ❄️

Tagged: yukitsunoda

user1 she’s trading one Red Bull for another 👀

↳ user2 low-key kinda slutty imo

↳ yn_surname my ex and I share a friend pool, maybe my ‘slutty’ behaviour is why he cheated lmfao grow up

↳ user2 I was just joking Queen :) ❤️❤️❤️

yukitsunoda it’s so much fun sharing my home with you, okaa-san (mother) wants you to come back often

↳ yn_surname if okaa-san is making more onigiri with a side of soju then bet your little ass I’ll be there hehehe

↳ yn_surname fr Japan in the off season is amazing

user3 is she spending Christmas with Yuki or just the start of the holidays? I didn’t even know they were that close wow

↳ user4 it’s so nice to see more of her friendships with the wags and Lando, Yuki and Daniel since her break up w he who shall not be named

danielricciardo Oz next 🇦🇺🦘

↳ user5 if this is happening I’ll fkn scream

↳ yn_surname but there’s spiderssss

↳ danielricciardo I’ll protect you 💪

↳ user5 um what 👀

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yn_surname he isn’t the only one who has a new baby… welcome to the big girl apartment Peanut 🥜

landonorris she pissed on me when we picked her up

↳ yn_surname she was saying hello, she says she’s very sorry uncle lando ):

francisca.cgomes simba’s baby sisterrrr ❤️

↳ alexandrasaintmleaux coffee play date soon?

↳ roscoelovescoco I’s comes too?

↳ yn_surname PUPPY OVERLOAD roscoelovescoco will you be the godfather pleaaaase

↳ roscoelovescoco I’s can do’s it :)

danielricciardo I’ve bought like six bags of treats for friendsmas and I’m pretty sure I need more

↳ yn_username new friendsmas rule - 1 doggy toy and 1 treat bag MAXIMUM

↳ danielricciardo you’re a Judas

↳ francisca.cgomes nooooo make it two

yn_surname posted an Instagram story

↳ landonorris that stupid top cannot possibly be keeping you warm, put a real jacket on you idiot

↳ yn_surname it’s called fashion, dumbass.

↳ danielricciardo I’ll be there early to set up :)

↳ yn_surname thanks Dannnnyyyy

↳ maxverstappen1 can we talk please, liefje? It’s Christmas, I’m worried about you being alone

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lando.jpg invited to a Monaco lot friendsmas hosted by yn_surname before we all head different directions 🎄

Tagged: danielricciardo, maxfewtrell and 5 others

danielricciardo Martha Stewart wishes her table looked this good

↳ yn_surname you’re a sweetheart ❤️

↳ user1 sigh. They’d be perfect

↳ user2 hahahaha I’m cackling imagine after Max’s idiocy she runs off with Daniel?!

↳ lando.jpg i support this

maxfewtrell no pics of food because you ate nothing but roast potatoes and pigs in blankets like a 2 year old… I loved the food yn_surname

yn_username surrounded by all of my most amazing friends, absolutely not alone, eating good food and having good times (:

user3 yn making so many amazing friends because of max and them being on her team afterwards is so special for my soul

↳ lando.jpg ❤️

pietra.pilao you did so good gorgeous girl yn_surname! Pinterest girls are shaking at that second pic 😭

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yn_surname merry Christmas from me and mine to you and yours this holiday season ❤️🎅🏼

maxverstappen1 you look so beautiful

danielricciardo tattoos are better than mine ):

↳ yn_surname someone screenshot this immediately

↳ yn_surname merry christmas dan ❤️

↳ danielricciardo have a nice holiday beautiful

↳ user1 WAS IT CASUAL WHEN HE CALLED HER BEAUTIFUL

↳ user2 NO IT WAS NOT IM DELULU

landonorris merry christmas paddock princess 🥰

maxverstappen1 I’m glad you’ve found happiness again

maxverstappen1 I miss you

alexandrasaintmleaux to this one and many more as best friends most beautiful girl 🥂

↳ yn_surname aw my Alex, always 🥂

chloestroll you’re glowingggg - seasons greetings from the James’ ❤️❤️

↳ yn_surname did my wcw just tell me to have a nice holiday? Hyperventilating rn, you too my love!!! ✨

user3 Daniel calling her beautiful and lando calling her paddock princess (affectionate) I’m slamming my credit card on the mf table

maxverstappen1 merry Christmas mijn liefje

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danielricciardo Lapland was good to us ❄️⛄️

Tagged: chloestroll, scottyjames

scottyjames can’t believe you didn’t even put the skis on again after your girl laughed at you hahahaha

↳ danielricciardo I’m comfortable with my girl laughing at me 💀 I didn’t wanna break my leg

↳ chloestroll its not as if you’re getting back into the rocket car

↳ danielricciardo wowwww you two deserve each other

f1gossip AJDHJEKBFK WHAT?! HIS WHAT?! HIS GIRL?!

↳ scottyjames you didn’t think we’d let him third wheel on a romantic post-christmas trip to Lapland did you 👀

↳ f1gossip not his bestie dishing the mf dirt rn WHO

↳ scottyjames 🤐

user1 call me crazy but does nobody recognise her??

↳ user2 it looks suspiciously like yn…

↳ user3 you’re acting so whack right now it’s literally not, her divorce was finalised like two weeks ago and she’s only been single for like four months

↳ f1gossip there were rumours about her and max’s relationship being emotionally over forever ago so it’s totally plausible that she’d fall fast 👀

heidiberger_ ❤️

lando.jpg bet you cried about being cold 14 times

↳ yn_surname fr he can’t even handle the European races on grey days 💀 how have you ended up with a bf that skies or whatever lmao

↳ scottyjames actually ☝️ i am a snowboarder

↳ yn_surname fuelling the rumours everyday Scotty boy

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yn_surname find yourself a man like landonorris who changes his top for your stream so he fits with the Instagram carousel you’ve got planned to do an ad for the new axonbrel gaming keyboard 🩷

landonorris anything for my girl x

↳ f1wagupdates are they baiting us after the Daniel posts or is this fr?

↳ user1 say psych right now Lando

maxfewtrell he doesn’t get changed for me 😭

pierregasly real men wear pink at 24 races ;)

↳ francisca.cgomes baby no you’re gonna get cancelled again like the tripod comment

↳ yn_surname tripod hahahahahahah

↳ user2 and he’s corrupted sweet little kika now

user3 honestly she’s just homie hopping right now can she stop it’s getting disgusting

↳ user4 right I wonder what max thinks 🤮 dodged a bullet fr

↳ danielricciardo victim blaming after he cheated on her is wild - don’t even mention his name here. He isn’t welcome 💪

axonbreltechnology gorgeous new keyboard for a gorgeous new set up! Looking good guys 🎮

user5 IT GIRL IT GIRL

user6 lando barking rn

↳ landonorris woof

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@strawb3heart

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#ex!max verstappen x reader #series

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ibetyouthinkaboutmefics · 9 days ago

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Baby Blues (smau part 5) -

Cheating!Max Verstappen x wife!reader

Summary: y/n takes some time to try and recover in the aftermath of Max and Kelly being pregnant and her whole world evolving

Authors note: reblogs and likes always appreciated. Comment to be added to the taglist - let me know if you’ve got preferences for the future of y/n and Max! If she ends up with another driver, Lando or Daniel? ❤️

Things that maybe don’t seem as relevant now will be in the future!

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yn_surname at a time that’s so difficult and confusing, I’m so grateful to have some of the most special friends. Thank you to anyone supporting me through this and I’m sorry for any hurt caused to anyone else by the recent news about my relationship coming to an end, we’ll get there together guys ❤️

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user1 it’s the fact that she’s apologising for her breakup with the most toxic asshole ever

↳ user2 she’s the kindest person ever, how could max even do this ):

↳ user3 it says so much about him and not her

alexandrasaintmleaux call it a funeral, Cherie ;)

↳ charlesleclerc who died???

↳ alexandrasaintmleaux her relationship Cha, c’mon read the room 💀

user4 Yuki, Lando and Danny being tagged!!!!!

landonorris revenge dress ❤️‍🔥

↳ yukitsunoda lando you should crash him in the next race 🔪

↳ yn_surname omfg no let me do the honours once I’ve stopped crying

danielricciardo his loss beautiful

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francisca.cgomes the devil works hard but a broken hearted girlie and her friends work harder, funeral party for the most beautiful hearted woman to mourn (and celebrate) her losses 🖤

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pierregasly 🔥

yn_surname thank you for arranging this for me gorgeous girls :)

landonorris are we in the freaky little coven now or 👀

↳ user1 lmfao stop not lando calling their friendship a coven

↳ user2 if Kika was a witch she’d be cursing max so hard for what he’s done to her best friend

↳ user1 as she should

alexandrasaintmleaux such a fun evening with the best company. My girls always 🖤

↳ user3 they’re the fittest friend group ever can I be one of them please

user4 WITCH HUNT

Twitter comments

user1 max verstappen when I catch you…

user2 honestly fuck him, she’s the most amazing person and he’s just ruined it all by cheating and making someone else pregnant it’s so fucked up. Nobody deserves to be treated like that, let alone her

↳ user3 she’s literally followed him around the world for the past 3 years practically full time helping with his socials and they’ve been married 2 and STILL he does this? She gave him her whole heart and whole life it’s crazyyyy

↳ user4 he really seemed like one of the good ones -_-

f1gossip hopefully she heals from this ❤️

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yn_surname Hiya :) just a little serious one right now, wanted to make a statement after a moment of me crying on a livestream has gone viral on multiple platforms. I’m not the scorned woman that media is painting me to be, just a girl who was cheated on and recovering from that slowly with the support of incredible family and friends and the fans who sympathise with my situation. I feel betrayed a lot by my ex-partner but equally by the woman who he had an affair with and the manner in which she exposed the truth. It hurt me massively to know the public had found out before I had and I’m still reeling from it two months later. It’s been a big change, living alone, cooking for one, no longer feeding the cats as part of my wake-up routine - nothing a dramatic hair change won’t fix, clearly. It’s a tough one but we’ll be alright won’t we, my loves? Thanks for listening and understanding 🩷

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yn_surname cuddling myself to get over the fact that I’ve not got wag status anymore, volunteers?? 📸

landonorris LOOK AT YOU 🌶️

↳ yn_surname little Landinho you’re making me blush

↳ landonorris never known someone to fumble so hard

↳ keeganpalmer have you considered Olympic wag :)

↳ yn_surname aw my sweet baby Keegs, I love you the mostest my little baby, hit me up when you’re 25 💀

↳ user1 keeganpalmer shooting his shot is so adorable, she’s fully leaning on lando and the Quadrant family during babygate

familyfriend thank you for letting me practice my photography skills for my course, turned out amazing❤️

f1gossip WAIT IS SHE DATING AGAIN?

user2 ship ynlando

user3 mommy

francisca.cgomes the prettiest in the world

↳ yn_surname that’s literally you girl 👀

user4 nobody talking about how unreal the black white hair combo is, such a glow up since the breakup

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maxverstappen1 congratulations to mclaren for winning the Constructors’ Championship 2024. A challenging year for the car and for me but thank you to the redbullracing team for working so hard to make it happen ✅ Ready for some time off 💪

user1 no mention of his new family or the wife he cheated on lmfao

user2 the drivers liking but not commenting 💀

kellypiquet so proud of you!!

yn_surname congratulations on your championship Max, always proud of you

↳ user3 I could never be such a big person wow

↳ user4 she’s everything and he’s truly nothing

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kellypiquet 4 in a row and so proud ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

ynfanuser that one kid in class who lets everyone else do the work and then takes the credit

↳ user1 fr like you’re proud? Of? Ew

redbullracing what a gorgeous couple 🔥

↳ yukitsunoda be better Red Bull

↳ f1gossip Max cheated on Yuki’s best friend and now he doesn’t even wanna play nice to get Checo’s seat 💀

user2 she’s glowingggg

↳ user3 no she isn’t.

user4 not a single person wants to see this

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f1wagupdates this weekend a fan posted a selfie with beautiful yn_surname in the Abu Dhabi paddock for the final race of the season. She was with best friend landonorris in the mclaren garage and wearing a papaya LN4 t-shirt. Welcome back queen, even if you’re not a WAG anymore!! We’ve missed you being so happy! 🧡🔥

user1 her friendship with lando is so goals, love to see her in another colour for once :)

yn_surname AHHH! I’ve missed waglife so much so being Lando’s pretend wag for the day was 10/10. Loved meeting so many amazing fans. Papaya army always 🧡

↳ ynsuperfan does the Queen reply???

↳ yn_surname hey sweet pea 🥰

user2 she seems so happy and at peace recently - love seeing her in the paddock again and the outfits were soooo good this weekend

↳ f1gossip her congratulating Max on his four time championship win was so poised and mature from her

user3 does she want someone to hold her drink for her or carry her bag or her paddock pass or literally anything? Begging for a chance rn

↳ landonorris she seems to think that’s my job mate 💀

yn_surname *shares post to Instagram story*

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apmmonaco newest brand ambassador yn_surname is all set for the festive season. Showcasing a mix and match look wearing our personalised gold earring stack✨

yn_surname thank you so much for having me! Why have I never done a colour test before? Never knew I was a gold tone girlie 😭

↳ francisca.cgomes but can they book me in because same? Have I been doing it wrong also?!

user2 she’s got the most gorgeous energy, max is defo kicking rocks right now

f1gossip Max being in the likes of every single picture of her even when it’s not her account…

charlesleclerc looking forward to working with you 🔥

user3 her elegance is just unmatched and those earrings elevate the look entirely

ynmom my beautiful girl, I’m so proud of you

↳ user4 the most wholesome comment of 2024

↳ user5 mama y/surname!!

↳ user6 it must be such a nice feeling for her mom to see her healing and slowly recovering from what the idiot did to her after hurting for months 🩷🩷

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So good!!🥰

nepo boyfriend - fc43

summary: franco colapinto is dating leo messi's daughter, which makes him a "nepo boyfriend"

folkie radio: GUYSSS HERE IT IS! took me a minute to do this requests but there you have it. i had to educate myself on messi lore for this and omg he has the cutest love story with his wife, im obsessed lol. anyway, i hope you like this!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yn.messi home 🤍🇦🇷

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username1 IT GIRLLL

username2 coolest nepo baby

username3 ESPERA is that franco colapinto??

└ username1 she's been dating franco for years now 👀

└ username4 our boy stealing messi's daughter's heart purrrr

username5 little messi has a boyfriend???

└ username1 yeah he's literally argentina's next f1 star

francolapinto mi hogar está dondequiera que estés ♥️ [home is wherever you are]

└ yn.messi 🫂🤍

username6 imagine your dad being the most famous sportsman ever and dating a cute guy and wearing cute outfits. she has the dream life

username7 i can’t wait for franco to make it to f1 so they become the paddock it couple

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williamsracing BREAKING: Franco Colapinto joins Williams Racing for the rest of the 2024 season. Welcome to the family, @/francolapinto!

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username1 OMFGGGGG

username2 poor logan but franco is really talented he deserves this chance !!

username3 HES SO CUTE HELLO??

yn.messi mi campeón 🫶✨ [my champion]

└ francolapinto ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

└ username1 LEO MESSI’S DAUGHTER??

alex_albon Welcome to the team mate!

└ francolapinto gracias Alex! Ready to learn 💪

username4 ARGENTINA IS BACK IN F1

leomessi 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

└ username2 LEO COMMENTING ON F1 POST??? history

└ username3 argentina’s pride and joy already

username5 IS HE SINGLE??? PLEASE TELL ME HE IS

username6 new fans you better learn the franco lore bc there’s plenty of it

username7 WAIT UNTIL YOU FIND OUT THAT-

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yn.messi first of many. orgullosa de vos siempre 🤍 [proud of you always]

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username1 awe 🥹🥹🥹🥹

username2 MY BABIES

username3 THEY’RE TOGETHER ???

francolapinto gracias por todo mi amor ❤️ [thank you for everything my love]

└ username3 HE CALLED HER MI AMOR I'M CRYING

└ username1 someone check if i'm breathing

└ yourinstagram i love you!

username4 THE WAY SHE'S BEEN THERE SINCE FOREVER

└ username1 that's real love right there

└ username2 watching them grow together >>>>>>

williamsracing Our favorite supporter 💙

└ yn.messi 🫶🫶

lilymhe welcome! 🥹💗💗

username5 my girl really said forget football i'm going racing

└ username1 leo watching his princess date a racer instead of a footballer: 🧍‍♂️

└ username2 the crossover we didn't know we needed

username6 remember when we thought those pics in buenos aires were edited??

username7 THE MINI MESSI AND THE F1 DRIVER, THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

username8 first we got leo bringing us the world cup now franco in f1 🇦🇷

└ username2 and yn connecting both worlds, iconic behavior

username9 the way he looks at her in the first pic >>>>>

username10 IM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW

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f1gossip 🚨 Williams driver Franco Colapinto spotted with YN Messi (yes, THAT Messi's daughter) at dinner in Monaco

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username1 WAIT WHAT??? HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THIS

└ username2 they've literally been together for like four years 😭

└ username3 where have you been living?? under a rock??

username4 messi's daughter dating an f1 driver?? didn't see this coming

└ username2 she's been at every race supporting him!

username5 they're literally the cutest couple in f1 rn

username6 probably just wants messi's connections for sponsors tbh

└ username2 he literally got the williams seat on merit stfu

└ username3 tell me you know nothing about franco without telling me

username7 she could do better than a pay driver

└ username2 clearly you haven't watched a single f2 race

└ username3 worry about your own life challenge

└ username4 he's literally argentina's biggest racing talent in years

username8 why isn't she dating a footballer instead??

└ username2 because she can date whoever she wants??

username9 they've been together for ages, internet using internet internet explorer fr

└ username3 real ones remember their first spotting in buenos aires

username10 the amount of sponsorship money williams must be getting

username11 this is actually so cute. from f2 to f1 together

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francoupdates here are some pics of franco and yn messi through the years since some of you are new to this

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username1 THE WAY SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN HIS BIGGEST SUPPORTER 😭

username2 power couple since day ONE

username3 that pic of her at the pitwall watching him race >>>>>

└ username1 the way she still does this at every race 🥺

username4 REAL ONES HAVE BEEN HERE

username5 they were so tiny i can’t

username6 LOS AMO

username7 young yn watching franco race vs now analyzing his data

username8 here to spread the colapinto x messi agenda

username9 argentina’s it couple since forever

username10 SIMP BABY FRANCO I CANT

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francolapinto Points ✅ BZRP cap ✅ Nepo boyfriend things ✅

Gracias por el apoyo! [thank you for the support]

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username1 FRANCOOOO 😩😩

username2 he’s never letting the nepo boyfriend thing go i love him

username3 this divaaaa

yn.messi and they said dating messi's daughter got you the seat... weird way to spell pure talent

└ francolapinto clearly i'm the worst nepo boyfriend ever

└ francolapinto te amo hermosa ❤️

└ username1 HELP THEY'RE SO FUNNY TOGETHER

williamsracing More of this please! 💙

username4 worst nepo boyfriend ever actually delivers results

username5 embarrassing nepotism attempt tbh

username6 not him actually being talented and making us all proud

username7 THE ROOKIES BRINGING POINTS HOME

leomessi 🙌🙌 Vamos!

└ username1 JUST ICONIC

└ yn.messi the payment for his permanent seat is due next week don’t forget!

└ username2 IM SCREAMING

username8 the way they're both trolling the haters i love them sm

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yn.messi mi lugar favorito [my favorite place] 🤍 pit stop before mexico city

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username1 AWEEEEE

username2 how can anyone hate this couple

username3 THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.

francolapinto perdiste en fifa mi amor [you lost in fifa]

└ yn.messi te dejo ganar 😌 [i let you win]

└ landonorris exposed by your own girlfriend mate

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SO BAD

leomessi ❤️

username4 this is what we mean by relationship goals

username5 THE WAY SHE EXPOSED HIM ABOUT FIFA 😭

username6 football royalty 🤝 f1

username7 this is such a great crossover i can’t

username8 LOS AMO [i love them]

lilyhme 💗💗

username9 taking franco to her dad’s matches 🥹🥹

username10 i’m so parasocial about them

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francoupdates Franco opens up about his relationship with YN Messi in recent interview:

"I met her at an event in Argentina back in 2019. She didn't even know what DRS was back then and now she corrects my racing lines in the sim. We grew up together through all this - F3, F2, now F1. She's been there through the tough times, sleeping in paddocks, the uncertain seasons. The nepotism jokes are funny because if you knew how many nights we spent budgeting for the next race... Being Leo Messi's daughter was never part of our story. It was just YN and Franco, trying to make it work while chasing a dream and loving each other very much”

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username1 NOT ME CRYING OVER THIS

username2 NOT HIM SAYING SHE CORRECTS HIS RACING LINES 😭

└ yn.messi someone has to 🤷🏻‍♀️

└ username1 HI YN I LOVE YOU 😭

username3 "just YN and Franco" 🥺

└ username2 this is actually so wholesome

username4 "budgeting for the next race" but they said nepotism 🙄

username5 THIS IS THE PUREST THING EVER

username6 MY CORAZON [my heart]

username7 haters don’t know a single thing about their story, they have been soulmates for years now

username8 cute but we do need messi connections for that seat 😩

username9 IF THEY DONT GET MARRIED ISTG

username10 real ones have been here since that buenos aires spotting

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francolapinto added to their stories

[the prettiest is ready for vegas]

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francolapinto 3 more races let's gooo! ready to prove nepotism requires talent sometimes 😌✌🏼 (yn stop rolling your eyes at my jokes mi amor)

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username1 I LOVE HIM SO BAD

username2 he’s never letting the nepo boyfriend jokes go

yn.messi i'll stop rolling my eyes when you stop missing apex points honey 😘

└ francolapinto MI AMOR WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

└ alex_albon she's got data to back this up mate

└ williamsracing YN: 1, Franco: 0

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SM

username3 NOT YN ROASTING HIS RACING LINES IN THE COMMENTS

└ username4 MOTHER CHOSE VIOLENCE TODAY

username5 no one can convince me they aren’t the best couple ever

username6 bro got called a nepo boyfriend once and now that’s his brand

landonorris 😂😂😂

username7 okay but when is messi going to get franco a seat fr

username8 worst nepo kid ever he doesn’t even have a seat yeat

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f1gossip Franco Colapinto and YN Messi spotted getting cozy at XS Nightclub in Vegas after qualifying 🎰 Apparently someone forgot Papa Messi might see these 👀

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username1 FRANCO BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEO'S GONNA SEE THIS 💀

└ username2 man's risking it all before his first full season

username2 breaking: franco colapinto will not race tomorrow due to mysterious disappearance

└ username3 leo messi spotted buying a plane ticket to vegas

username4 it was nice knowing you franco 😭

username5 WILLIAMS RACING SUDDENLY LOOKING FOR NEW DRIVER

username6 someone check on franco pls

username7 pov: you forgot your girlfriend's dad is literally lionel messi

username8 leo messi about to show up at williams garage

username9 THEY’RE SO CUTE THO

username10 MY PARENTS ACTUALLY

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yn.messi vegas was fun ‼️ papi please don’t check your phone

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username1 HEEEEEELPP

username2 BESTIE YOU’RE INSANE

alex_albon Kids these days.. they don’t know how you behave

└ username1 imagine alex just babysitting them at the club 😭

username3 BABY WE ALL SAW THE PICS

username4 just in: leonel messi spotted planning vehicular manslaughter

username5 FRANCO MOVE TO ANTARTICA ITS NOT TOO LATE

francolapinto i’m scared..

└ username1 WE ALL ARE

└ username2 THIS IS TOO FUNNY

francolapinto hermosa 😍😍

└ username3 he said yup my gf’s dad could kill me but i’m still thirsting over her

username6 CAUGHT IN 4K AND FULL HD

landonorris 😂😂😂😂 never a dull day with y’all

username7 franco consider witness protection

username8 DROP THE HAIR ROUTINE QUEENIE

alexandrasaintmleux been there donde that…

username9 there goes your possible seat franco leo messi is not paying for it anymore

username10 MENACES

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francoupdates Franco with one of YN’s little brothers in Qatar! The Messi’s are there to watch him race 🥹

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username1 OH MY LORDDDDD

username2 THIS IS SO CUTE IM MELTING

username3 her dad is there to have a chat with franco about those pictures in las vegas

username4 FRANCO SEAT CONFIRMATION INCOMING

username5 this is so adorable and the fact that yn’s brothers know him since they were born lrettt much 🥹🥹

username6 FRANCO YOU’RE SO LOVED

username7 leo be like: hello franco i just want to talk

username8 ARGENTINA’S ROYALTY

username9 yn tried to hide her dad’s phone and he just showed up at the paddock with the whole fam

username10 I LIVE FOR THIS

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f1gossip"Yeah, no pressure right? But honestly, they're like my second family now. Leo's probably more nervous than me - he keeps sending me good luck messages. Thiago and Mateo have been explaining F1 to Ciro all week. And YN... well, she's in bossy mode so she's more focused on telling me where I'm losing time than giving good luck kisses. But having them here means everything." - Franco talking about his girlfriend's family watching him race in Qatar!

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username1 THE WAY HE GETS SHY TALKING ABOUT THEM

username2 leo sending good luck texts is killing me

username3 YN REALLY SAID RACING LINES > KISSES

username4 imagine getting good luck texts from messi 😭

username5 VAMOS FRANCOOOO

username6 messi family taking over qatar paddock we love to see it

username7 NEPO BOYFRIEND THINGSSS

username8 yn's dad is there to buy franco a set soooo trueee

username9 GOOD LUCK KISSES 🥺

username10 the way he lights up mentioning yn though └ username1 even if she's roasting his racing lines 😭

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francolapinto Special helmet for Qatar 🇶🇦Celebrando la copa del mundo [celebrating the world cup] ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Had to honor the greatest of all time and well... my future father in law 😅 Gracias Leo por todo [thank you for everything], specially for not killing me for dating your daughter

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username1 FRANCO OMFG

username2 HE REALLY DID THIS

yn.messi "future father in law" someone's feeling brave today

└ francolapinto had to shoot my shot mi amor

└ username1 HE REALLY WANTS TO DIE TODAY

└ leomessi 👀

username3 DID HE JUST- IS THIS A PROPOSAL HINT???

└ username2 MAN'S REALLY ANNOUNCING HIS INTENTIONS ON MAIN

username4 FRANCO CHOOSING VIOLENCE TODAY

username5 bro using a helmet reveal to ask for blessing, respect

landonorris At least the man’s got game 😂

username6 HELP DID HE JUST SOFT LAUNCH A PROPOSAL

└ username1 leo reading that caption: 🔪

username7 future father in law... franco woke up fearless

username8 LATINO GANG RISE UP VAMOS FRANCO

username9 THE WAY HE JUST ANNOUNCED HIS DEATH WISH

williamsracing Lovely helmet design! Also, security has been increased around the garage

alex_albon might need witness protection after this one mate

└ yn.messi don't worry guys papa already knew about the helmet

└ francolapinto MI AMOR YOU COULD'VE LED WITH THAT 😭

username10 never beating the nepo boyfriend allegations

username11 buttering messi up so he can buy him a seat we know

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yn.messi my nepo boyfriend who couldn't even get a point in his first race just finished his first formula 1 season 🥹 so proud of you mi amor, from watching you race karts to F1... i'd say dating the goat’s daughter worked out pretty well 😌❤️ @/francolapinto

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username1 THIS IS SO CUTE

username2 the second pic i’m SOBBING

francolapinto from being the worst nepo boyfriend to getting points... all thanks to you mi amor ❤️

└ yn.mesi you're still the worst nepo boyfriend but i love you

└ alex_albon get a room you two

williamsracing Nepo strategy successful ✅

username3 living the nepo dream fr

username4 THE WAY SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN HIS BIGGEST SUPPORTER 😭

username5 from karting girlfriend to f1 wag upgrade

username6 they keep bringing up the nepo boyfriend thing 😭

└ username1 she'll never let him live it down

username7 YN AND FRANCO SUPREMACY

username8 the nepo jokes never get old

alexandrasaintmleux 🥹🥹🥹🥹

leomessi Estamos muy orgullosos ❤️

└ username1 THIS IS SO ADORABLE

└ username2 franco you’re so loved

username8 SHE'S SO PROUD OF HIM I'M CRYING

└ username2 the way she never stops teasing him though

username9 MY PARENTS SINCE THAT FIRST BUENOS AIRES SPOTTING

username10 OUR BEST WAG NEEDS TO STAY

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francolapinto What a year... Couldn't have done this without my biggest supporter since karting days @/yn.messi ❤️ Thank you for believing in me even when I was "the worst nepo boyfriend" 😅

And to the entire Messi family - gracias por hacerme sentir parte de la familia desde el primer día. Leo, gracias por confiarme lo más precioso que tienen (y por no matarme todavía).

[thank you for making me feel part of the family since day one. Leo, thank you for trusting me with your most precious treasure (and for not killing me yet).]

Time to work harder for 2025 💪🏼

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username1 FRANCOOO OMFG

username2 this is so CUTE

yn.messi still the worst nepo boyfriend but i guess you're MY worst nepo boyfriend ❤️

└ francolapinto te amo mi amor

└ username1 THEY’RE THE CUTEST

username3 “trusting me with your most precious treasure” IM DEADDDD

username4 man wrote a whole love letter to the messis

└ username1 AS HE SHOULD

leomessi You’re family 🤍 [eres familia]

username5 NOT LEO SAYING HE'S FAMILY I'M CRYING

└ username2 from fearing leo to being adopted by him

williamsracing Family ✅ Points ✅ 2025 loading...

└ username3 GIVE HIM A SEAT

username6 THE SECOND PIC, THEY WERE LITTLE BABIES

username7 THE WAY HE THANKED THE WHOLE FAMILY 😭

└ username1 securing that messi blessing

#franco colapinto x reader

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I didn’t know it was possible for it to get worse for him but here we are. Not only did he have an affair and have this whole second family because he wanted to replace what could’ve been after the reader had a miscarriage. The reader not traveling due to the miscarriage is so beyond understandable, I mean the emotional and physical toll.

I was against him from the start but holy shit, there’s no way to come back from that. At least he did the bare minimum and let her know before she read it and gave a rundown of what happened. I will say it’s annoying how he blamed Kelly for a ton of this shit, like it’s not her job to take the readers feelings into consideration because she new from the start it was his job.

Baby Blues (part 4)

Cheating!Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader (2.2k words)

Summary: Max finally confesses to what he’s done and Kelly being pregnant.

Authors note: Comment to be added to the tag list and if you think I should continue with another part of this series, all feedback and asks are appreciated and encouraged 💞

Trigger warning: Mention of previous baby loss, cheating, swearing

It felt like a sin that Max would be ruining such a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, glittering on the water down in the harbour that could be seen from the floor to ceiling windows in the lavish penthouse the two of you shared. He’d paid for it, obviously, but he knew he’d be moving out shortly. It felt only appropriate.

He didn’t cook often and when he did, it wasn’t the best. He couldn’t get back to sleep after waking at four in the morning for a piss though, tossing and turning as he considered how he would talk to you today. He’d pulled your phone from where he had stuffed it down the side of the sofa, returning it to your bedside, notifications turned off so that you’d not see it straight away. After putting it back where it belonged, he went to the kitchen, rubbing at his bleary eyes, he’d taken a moment in the bathroom to mourn the relationship, crying quietly, also not something he did very often, or ever, really. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He took a deep breath, sighing loudly before looking around the room, he had to keep busy and he had to find the right words, he owed it to you. He grabbed a paper and a pen, deciding to write a letter.

By the time he finishes, he ticks it neatly into an envelope and considers where to put it, if he leaves it out in the open he risks you ripping it to shreds while emotions are high, if he hides it too well, it might never be found. He moves to the kitchen cupboards, placing the envelope next to some bowls and plates that you’d use inevitably but likely not today.

“You made breakfast?” You asked behind him with a smile, phone in hand, clearly unused he assumed, seeing as you’re talking to him. He nods curtly, moving to take your hand, bringing you to sit down in front of the bowl with fruit and yoghurt in it. “I need to talk to you about something, to be honest, liefje.”

You sit down at the table, the smile fading from your face as you notice the serious tone in his voice. Something in his eyes, the way he hesitates before speaking makes your stomach tighten. You placed your phone down slowly, suddenly no longer interested in the notifications that had been planning to look at over breakfast.

“What is it?” you ask, trying to sound calm, though your pulse quickens. Max took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. “I—this is hard, but I need to be honest with you, especially after everything that’s happened.” He looks at you with an intensity that sends a chill through you. “I’ve… I’ve slept with someone else.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You blink, unsure if you heard him correctly. “What?” The single word escapes from your mouth, barely a whisper. You feel a wave of heat flood your cheeks, your breath shallow. “I’m so sorry,” he says quickly, his voice cracking, “but I’ve been with someone else. Her name’s Kelly. I… I didn’t mean for it to go this far, but it did. And I hate myself for it, for letting it happen. But I need to tell you the truth now.”

Your hands tremble slightly as you hold onto the edge of the table, trying to steady yourself as your head swims with disbelief. Max’s words feel like they’re reverberating through your mind, each one like a dull hammer thudding against your skull. But it’s the next part that hits hardest. “She’s pregnant,” he says softly, almost too quietly. “She posted it online.”

Your heart skips a beat. The world around you seems to freeze for a moment, the sound of your breath catching in your throat the only thing you can hear. Pregnant?

You stand up abruptly, your chair scraping loudly against the floor. “What do you mean, she’s pregnant? Are you—are you serious right now? How long have you—how long have you been seeing her? Was it just a one off? I need to know the full truth, Max.”

Max looks up at you, eyes full of guilt and regret. “It started a few months ago. I wasn’t thinking, I… I messed up, and I can’t take it back. She found out she was pregnant last week, and—”

“No,” you interrupt, the hurt and anger boiling over now. “You’re telling me this now? After all this time? You’ve been with her for months! And now she’s pregnant and posting about it online, did you know before it was posted that she was pregnant?”

His eyes drop to the floor, guilt written all over his face and the answer is clear that he knew, he just didn’t expect it to be made public so soon. “I should’ve told you sooner. I never wanted to hurt you like this, my love. I was selfish, and I don’t know what to do.”

You take a step back as he takes a step forward, a sick dance that has your chest tightening with each breath. Your mind races, a mix of hurt and betrayal swirling through you. “You don’t know what to do? You don’t know what to fucking do?” you repeat, the sting of his words sharp in your throat. “You’ve made a choice. You’ve made plenty of choices. And now, you want to sit here and apologize like that fixes anything? After all that we went through, after…” Your hand settles on your stomach nodding, ghosting over where the bump had been all of those years ago, before it was snatched so cruelly away, with your love and hope.

Max stands up slowly, reaching out for your hand, but you pull it away, stepping back further. “I never meant for this to happen. But I have to be honest with you now,” he says, his voice pleading, desperate for you to understand.

“Honestly?” you ask, voice trembling, “Max, how could you be honest now? After everything? You let it go this far, and now you want me to believe that you just realized what you did? It’s as if you want me to be grateful that you’re being honest but it isn’t as if you’ve made that choice, your hand was forced.”

There’s a long pause, and you feel the weight of the silence between you. Max’s eyes are full of regret, but you can’t bring yourself to care about the guilt in his expression anymore. It feels like too little, too late.

Max opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, your phone buzzes on the table, the only reason the silenced notifications had let this through is because it’s from your family groupchat. You glance at it, your heart sinking as you see the notification: y/n, what the fuck is this?! A picture is tagged alongside the message and bile rises in your throat when you click on it, seeing the picture posted by Kelly Piquet on Instagram, two sets of hands cupping a beautiful bump.

You close your eyes, trying to fight the tears as you put your phone face down on the table. “You already know what this means, don’t you?” you whisper, barely audible. Max’s face pales. “I never wanted to hurt you.” But the damage is done. “Get out.”

It’s a few days since the happenings with Max and you hadn’t eaten a proper meal since then, some takeout and snacks but nothing proper, as you go to get a bowl out, just to have cereal for breakfast, an envelope that’s leaning against the bowl slips and falls down as you pick up the ceramic, confusion written onto your face before you realise who’s penmanship had put your name on the front of the white envelope. You pause, fingers shaking, cereal forgotten as you carefully open the envelope, letting yourself fall into the scribbled words on the page.

Mijn liefje,

I don’t know how to start this letter, or even if I should, but you deserve the truth. I’ve kept so much from you for too long, and I owe you this, no matter how much it hurts both of us. I’ll never be able to make up for the pain I’ve caused, but I need you to hear this from me, not from anyone else, especially not from Kelly.

I’ve spent the last few months trying to make sense of everything, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, and why I let this happen. I feel disgusting for what I’ve done to you. I can’t even put into words how sorry I am, how deep the regret runs in me. But at the same time, I’ve been torn—because part of me feels like I was pushed into this, that Kelly took advantage of a place I was vulnerable, a place you and I had shared grief over, and used that against me.

Kelly came into my life at a time when I was lost, you’d stopped travelling to races with me and I was struggling to be by myself, when we were both lost after losing a part of ourselves. You know how much that hurt me—how deeply I mourned what we lost and how every day since felt like a reminder of something I couldn’t have. But what I never told you was how much I longed for a child after that. We both did, I know, but it wasn’t a conversation either of us were ready to have. I tried not to let it consume me, but I couldn’t help but want something to fill the space, to heal the void that I thought would be permanent.

And then Kelly entered the picture. She has a daughter, Penelope. You might remember me telling you about her, but you don’t know how much I grew attached to her. Every time I saw her in the paddock or in the garage, it felt like a strange kind of healing, like I was being reminded of something I’d lost but also something that was still possible. Penelope became a symbol for me—of life, of hope, of the thing I thought I’d never have. She became an anchor, even though she wasn’t mine.

Kelly knew about my pain. She knew about the miscarriage and how badly I wanted another child. She knew exactly how to comfort me in ways that you and I, after all the silence and grief, couldn’t. In those moments, I wasn’t thinking straight. I was hurt and confused and I let myself be taken in by Kelly’s attention. She made me feel like I was seen—like I could still be a father. I can’t justify it. I can’t tell you that I didn’t know better. I knew the moment it started that I was betraying you, but I didn’t know how to stop myself. I should have ended it before it got deeper, but I didn’t. I let it happen. And I’m so sorry.

Kelly has made everything worse. She exposed the pregnancy online without thinking about the damage it would cause, without considering how this would affect you and everything we built together. And now, here we are—me, trying to pick up the pieces of a mess I made, and you, left with the fallout. She made me feel like I had a chance at something I thought I’d lost, but she also created a situation I never wanted to be in. If I’m being honest, part of me resents her for not stopping this when it was still small, for not realizing the weight of what we were doing. I should’ve walked away when I first realized what was happening, but I was selfish and scared.

Y/N, I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even know if you can look at me the same way again. What I’ve done to you is unforgivable, and I’m the one who has to live with that. I’m not asking you to understand, or to feel sorry for me, because I don’t deserve that. What I do want is for you to know how deeply sorry I am. I failed you in the worst way possible. You didn’t deserve this. I’ll never be able to make up for what I’ve done and the hurt I’ve caused but I want you to know that I never stopped loving you. What I’ve done to you is unforgivable, and I will live with that for the rest of my life.

Your love,

Max

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omg omg omg you've got me gasping at the way you ended the last dirtbag!danny and i need more.

like maybe how he would tell reader, or maybe reader would notice a slight change and maybe ask about it.

— Hi nonnie!! ahh im so happy you liked it! This thought is soo interesting because the way I see dirtbag!danny, I don’t think he is the type to sit you down and have a heart-to-heart. Instead, he’d let it build n build until it boils over, all his thoughts jumbling up together as he speaks until he’s confused, and you’re confused. Lil ramble under the cut <3

It’s not his style to just come up to you and tell you what’s bothering him. Nah, it’s going to fester, like this slow build up of little moments that just sting until he can’t hold it in anymore.

You start noticing the changes though. Like, at first, it’s subtle—he’s less cocky, not as quick to throw out his usual dirty quips. Maybe he’s pulling back a bit during the moments you’d normally joke around or tease him. He’ll still show up, still do all the things he always does, but there’s an edge to it now. Maybe he’s a little sharper with his tone when you make plans with friends and don’t invite him.

And you’re confused because this isn’t the Daniel you’re used to. Dirtbag!danny doesn’t get moody. He doesn’t sulk. So, naturally, you’re going to ask what’s wrong, right? But instead of answering, he just brushes you off with a sarcastic, “Nothing, sweetheart, you’re overthinking it,” or something equally frustrating.

But then it happens. One of those little moments that really tips him over, the tension just creeping in without either of you realizing.

Maybe it’s a random night, and you’re just talking, casually filling the quiet while he’s sitting on the arm of the couch, scrolling through his phone. You tell him about something your friend said earlier. “She was going on about how great it is to have someone stable, you know? Like, all the pros of being in a real relationship—security, consistency, all that stuff.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “She’s convinced I need to find someone like that. Like I’d even want all that right now. It was… kind of funny, honestly.”

You expect him to smirk, maybe toss out some cheeky comment about how you’ve got all the security you need right here. But he doesn’t. Instead, his whole body tenses, and he lets out this short, humourless laugh, shaking his head.

“Funny, huh?” His voice is sharp, biting, and it makes you pause, blinking up at him. “What’s so funny about it?”

You frown, sitting up a little. “What’s with you? It’s not that deep, Danny, I was just—”

“Not that deep?” he snaps, cutting you off. He stands up abruptly, running a hand through his curls, his frustration spilling over. “You’re sitting here laughing about it, like it’s some big joke, but maybe it’s not so damn funny to me.”

You’re caught off guard, the words hitting you out of nowhere. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you sit there and joke about ‘stability’ and ‘security’ like it’s some foreign concept, like what we’re doing is just…” He gestures vaguely, his voice dropping, bitter. “Just fun, nothing else.”

“Isn’t it?” you challenge, your voice softer but no less pointed.

His jaw clenches, and for a second, he just stares at you, the tension crackling between you. Then he scoffs, his voice low and cutting. “Yeah… sure, nevermind. I’m not your boyfriend anyway, right? Isn’t that what you tell everyone?”

And it’s such a Daniel way of trying to explain it, right? Like, he doesn’t come out and admit what he’s actually feeling. Instead, it comes out as anger, frustration, because he’s spent months telling himself it doesn’t bother him. That you calling this just fun was fine because that’s what he signed up for. But deep down? It does bother him, and now you know it.

You just sit there, stunned for a second, trying to process what he just said. Because it’s not like you didn’t notice the change—you just didn’t realize how much it was eating at him. And now it’s out there, hanging in the air between you, and you’re left wondering what to even say to that. Do you brush it off, like you think you should do? Or is this the moment where everything shifts?

Because honestly, even Daniel doesn’t know what he wants. He’s upset, yeah, maybe even a little mad at himself for letting his odd feelings get in the way—feelings that he doesn’t even understand yet—but he’s also scared. Scared that you’ll agree with him, that you’ll tell him he’s right, and that this really is just casual to you. But he’s also terrified that you’ll say something else, something more, and then what? What does he even do with that? It’s messy, it’s complicated, and it’s so very Daniel.

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It's so crazy, the contrast of what's going through their minds during all of this. The fact that he admitted it out loud, so he technically admitted to something but not really admitting everything, knowing she wouldn't know what he was saying :| I'm such a hater towards him, lol. I want the reader to have literally the best and happy ending where she doesn't forgive him.

It was also interesting because the different vibe the reader was getting from him was obviously because of the context she doesn't know about, but it made me think if he wanted to do different things in that department and that was a contributing factor to his affair. Idk, just a thought. Also, if that was part of the case, he should've just talked to her about it.

hoping to appease him and show him that you really are a good girl, just wanting to please him and be a good wife, whatever he wanted, you could be.

This line stopped me in my tracks, it's just pure devastation. It's a wild thought considering it's basically the opposite of his actions and also begs the question of "who is she?" Everything she did was for him but he couldn't keep the same energy and was arguably himself in this situation where she's on the opposite side oblivious trying to be someone else for him. I could be so wrong here though, idk.

Parts of it, mostly that part made me think of Tolerate It by Taylor Swift. Which is such a devastating song and paired with her other song loml also fitting speaks volumes.

I'm also team she ends up with another driver or someone famous, that pisses him off. I'm not an irl hater but in this case I'm a full on hater, lol.

I can't wait for the next chapter!

Baby Blues (Part 3) -

Cheating!Max Verstappen x wife!reader (1.1k words)

Summary: Breaking the news to the world (and his wife) that Max Verstappen has a baby on the way. Part 2.

Authors note: filthy smut from word 1 minors dni with this post , any feedback appreciated. Most recent work is here

Your head tipped back, a low sigh coming out as Max pinned your legs to the bed and spread them as easily as he always could. Your hands moved down, one cupping your own hip as if to hold back from speeding things along and the other tugging at the tips of his dirty blonde hair. His eyes are on yours, his mouth pressed against your inner thigh, nipping the sensitive skin in that way that shows he’s well aware of the control he has and the power he holds over you when you’re half naked and whimpering for him.

“The neediest little thing and I’ve barely touched you yet. Tell me who got you this way, mijn liefje. Say ‘thank you Maxie’ because we both know it was me.” He demanded, guilt forgotten as he found himself on a power trip as he sucked a purpling array of hickeys against your inner thighs.

You watched as he pulled back, his chest heaving as he breathed deeply, trying to control himself, he didn’t want to completely devour his sweet little dove, he wanted to savour it all because it was likely the last time. His eyes trailed up your body, over the curves of your hips and chest, eyes dark and bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he admired you. “Ik had zo'n fucking geluk en ik heb het verpest, mijn lieve meisje, vergeef me op een dag.” You moaned lowly at the Dutch words, the way he spoke his native language in bed or when he was angry was always the most filthy thing, the way he spoke faster and with more purpose. He wasn’t opposed to talking dirty but you’d never heard these words before, too distracted to ask by the way two of his fingers spread you open, making him moan finally as he leant in, tongue dragging up your glistening folds.

God, he’s fucking sinful. The way his tongue laps as if he’s never tasted anything better than you, no less hungry for your body after all these years than when you were rampant teenagers. “Fuckkkk.” A long drawl, pornographic as your back arched off of the bed and further towards Max’s eager mouth. His eyes lift up from what he’s doing, the meal he’s eating, to look at you. The usual blue in his eyes isn’t there anymore, replaced by a fire that you’d never seen before. It’s impossible to ask about it as he dips a finger into you though, easing in slowly at first just to tease you, nudging it deeper with the cockiest smirk he’d ever unintentionally done. “Fuck, what a good girl. Always so needy for me.”

The eye contact is enough to have you crumbling under him, eyebrows furrowing and eyes closing just slightly as he finds his rhythm, long, hard, deep, mind-blowing strokes with one finger at first and then a second. He considered it momentarily before using a third, laughing lowly at the heady moan you make. “You’re so wet, liefje. Fucking soaked. Bet you’ve been waiting for this all day. Going about asking me what’s fuckin wrong when really, all you wanted was this little pussy drilled by my fingers. Yeah?” He asked cruelly, fingers fucking into you harder now as he brought his mouth down, eyes never leaving yours as he began to flick his tongue back and forth across your clit, the moans and whines and desperate pleas that you’re ’so close’ driving him forward. “Y-Yes Maxie… Y-Yes, all I wanted.” You begged loudly, hoping to appease him and show him that you really are a good girl, just wanting to please him and be a good wife, whatever he wanted, you could be.

Your thighs tense and your stomach tightens, a music box being wound up, ready to explode. The moans become pants until you’re hardy breathing at all, short, needy breaths, desperate for air as your lungs burn, eyes rolling back as your toes curl, fingers tightening in his hair and dragging him closer, cunt clenching around his fingers as you feel the familiar ping of the coil snapping, grinding out your high pressed to his wet face. Max can’t help but let his tongue move down to where his fingers still rocked you slowly through the orgasm, groaning at the taste of you as he slowly let his fingers slip out, sticky hand steadying your grinding hips by pinning you to the bed.

“Tell me you love me.” He demanded, eyes searching yours pleadingly for what he needed to hear, as if it was confirmation that he was absolved for tonight. I was so fucking lucky and I’ve ruined it, my sweet girl, forgive me one day. He thinks, translating the Dutch you’d mistaken for dirty talk while he’d been making you feel good. “I love you Max. Always.” You say, a tired smile on your lips, pulling him closer by his pyjama pants, not finished with where this was going. “Now c’mere and let me show you just how much your wife loves you.”

Authors note: I’m cringing a little at my first smut right now, hopefully it’s okay because I’m so self conscious about it posting it in 100% honesty. Any feedback appreciated as always either via comment or via ask 🩷

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✧˚ · . 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: having a crush on a guy ten years older than you was already unconventional but him being your brothers best friend was the cherry on top

authors note: based of this request! please be gentle this is my first official written work on here so not everything may be accurate or perfect. feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

warnings: age gap (reader is 25, daniel is 35) brothers best friend, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, some dirty talk, oh and angst <3 — 18+ only minors please do not interact!

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You were twenty years old when you first started working for Mclaren as their social media manager. It was something you thought would never happen; neither was crushing on one of the drivers.

It was funny how you had met him first but he was now your brothers best friend and completely off limits.

That still didn't stop you from constantly flirting with him (which he would just laugh at) and after five years your crush has not gone away despite the relationships you have seen Daniel been in hoping one day that would be you at least to feel his lips on yours one time.

That would be a miracle to ever happen.

Now you were currently leaning against a balcony with Daniel pressed up against you kissing all over your neck while your fingers run through his hair, "Someone might walk out here, Danny." You manage to say as he spreads your legs placing you on his thigh.

"You want me to stop?" He asks genuinely pulling away, you guys may have ended up in this position after a few too many drinks but he was still aware of what was going on and didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way.

I've been dreaming of this moment for years. Of course I don't want you to stop.

"No…don't want to stop." You whisper to him and his eyes look down at your lips, a look in his eyes that makes you think the feelings could be mutual. The next words to come out of his mouth were unexpected.

You thought it would always be you saying them first seeing as you dreamt of this moment a few times.

His forehead leans against yours. You could feel his breath on your skin, "I want to kiss you." He whispers close against your lips, his hands squeeze your hips.

You can't take your eyes off his lips when he asks that question so with a shaky breath you nod expecting the kiss to be fast but his hand caresses your cheek, his eyes falling on every little detail on your face: as if he wanted to memorize this exact moment.

His lips finally meet yours and you almost let out an embarrassing whimper after five years of finally feeling his lips on yours. Your arms snake around his neck while he presses your hips down onto his thigh causing you to let out a moan in which he groans wanting to hear more of you. And he would.

For a while the balcony is filled with sounds of your kisses and moans while you grind against his thigh and when you pull away you could swear there's a moment of sadness in his eyes, "Take me…right here. I need you Daniel." Your hands grab his jacket and drop it to the floor, "Do you want me?" You say softly pulling on his belt buckle.

I've wanted you for so long. Since the day we met.

"Yes…fuck yeah I do." He groans when your lips find his neck and trail kisses down to his chest that had the first few buttons undone. He had to take control. He was putty in your hands but he wanted to taste you already.

Every single part of you.

He switches you back around so you are now leaning against the balcony again and he gets on his knees the sight alone has you wet and squeezing your legs only for him to separate them and lift your dress up, "Fucking hell, baby." He groans seeing that you have no underwear on.

Your hands grasped his hair, not caring if you were messing up the locks, “Daniel.” You moaned as he ran two fingers down your core, collecting your arousal.

He placed a light kiss on your thigh before slowly running his tongue through your folds giving you what you've been wanting. His tongue laps at your juices, circling around your clit as he sucks on it gently.

You were done for. You would never get tired of his lips and tongue exploring you and you hoped this would not just be a one time thing.

Your hands push on his head forcing him closer to you if that was even possible “Fuck.” You groan as he inserts two fingers, pumping them slowly as he curls them inside you. Daniel would be the death of you the way his mouth and fingers were working on you. You need him inside you.

His mouth and fingers were working in sync, already bringing you to your orgasm; and you knew that you weren’t going to last long. “Shit, that feel so good.” You praised as his fingers sped up.

“Oh God, Daniel” You whimper, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as your pussy clenches around his fingers. “Shit, Danny…I'm gonna cum.” You moan loudly as he increases his pace, sucking on your clit as if his life depended on it. He can't get enough of how you taste or how sexy you sound moaning his name coming out of your mouth.

It doesn’t take long until you are a whimpering mess underneath his touch coming on his face. Your chest heaving as Daniel gently removed his fingers, sucking on them making sure to taste every last bit of you before coming up to kiss you, tasting yourself on him.

"Fucking christ." Daniel lets out a throaty chuckle as your hand rubs against his clothed cock that was clearly in need of some attention, “Danny please,” you whimper as you tug on his belt.

“Please? What do you need, baby?” He teases as you undo his belt successfully. “Please fuck me.” You moan into his ear and all his senses fly off the balcony finally hearing those words come from you.

He lifts your dress back up as you pull his dress pants down enough for him and he quickly lifts you up taking you against the wall beside the door that was at the entrance of the balcony. His hips slam against yours, giving you no time to adjust to his size but the pain quickly turns into pleasure quickly.

His large hand covers your mouth, muffling your moans as he grunts. “This is what you've been wanting for five years?” He said in between breaths as your eyes rolled back into your head, head falling against the wall in pleasure.

“Been dreaming of having my tongue all over your sweet pussy? Dreaming of me fucking you? Kissing you? Making that dream come true for you now, sweetheart" His words go straight to your pussy that clenches around his thick cock.

He pulls you in for a sloppy kiss muffling both of your moans as you hear footsteps inside the hall but they quickly disappear and Daniel pulls away, "I wanna hear you when you cum, baby. So fuckin’ perfect for me." He says pushing you harder against the wall with your legs holding him close against you.

“Cum all over my cock, honey I know you want to.”

“Daniel—fuck, I’m gonna cum." His one hand supporting you and the other rubbing circles against your clit.

Your walls flutter against him as you come with a shudder, clenching around him tightly which has him groaning at the feeling, you bite down on his shoulder as his hips stutter against you before he comes inside of you.

Both of you stay that way in silence as you both try to catch your breaths before he slips out of you, he zips up his pants before helping you out with your dress adjusting it back to how it was.

Your heart was racing still trying to process what just happened but your mind had a million thoughts at the moment waiting in anticipation for what Daniel was gonna say or if you should speak up first.

This was your chance to tell him your feelings.

"Daniel, I–."

"This was good…letting out all that tension. Took us five years but it was worth it and now we can move on, right? No one's gotta know about this. It'll be our dirty little secret. Yeah?" The words just spit out of his mouth so casually as if they werent a complete stab to your chest.

You wanted to cry. You swore the smile he had on his face was fake. His eyes looked distant. You want to see past this and just confess your feelings.

But before you can the door opens to the balcony and you both straighten up, "There you guys are!" Your brother Luka walks out and looks between the both of you.

"Everything alright here?"

You can't say anything so Daniel speaks up, "Oh yeah! Me and sunshine over here were just taking in the view from this place. What'd we miss?" He asks and your brother pulls him back into the party giving you one last look, guilt ridden all over his face but you couldn't see that as tears filled your eyes. He left you there feeling like what he had said earlier.

A dirty little secret.

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So good!! I’m so curious if the reader just turns around or they talk. Also good for her, for putting herself first!

hey, are you still there? 𖦹 LN4

PAIRINGS: lando norris x female!reader

SUMMARY: you know yourself that it’s sad that you settled on being a backburner, but you didn’t mind crisping up on lando’s backburner as long as he still think of you.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, unrequited love(?), open ending, insecurities, reader being treated as a backburner, childhood best friends, christmas angst, luisa, typos, and few grammatical errors.

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i had always wanted to write this for so long, but i’m not sure how to pen it, but finally, here it is! so far, i’m satisfied. i don’t know much about luisa, but i’m sorry that luisa is kind of villainized in this 🥲 i’m sorry. this is like another christmas one shot, sooo haha i intentionally made it as an open ending bc i want to leave the ending to you, and let me apologize now bc this one shot won’t have a part 2. it just felt right for me to leave it as an open ending and leave the ending up to you. so i hope you’ll enjoy this one!

The glow of the snowy afternoon sun filtered through your apartment windows, casting long, golden shadows across the floor as you sat cross-legged amidst a pile of forgotten keepsakes.

Your plan was simple, really. To declutter, toss out what no longer sparked happiness, and finally reclaim some much-needed space in your small New York apartment. But simplicity soon faded the moment you stumbled upon a memory box that was buried beneath old blankets in the closet. You hadn’t thought about it in years, the worn out wooden edges now slightly faded, but just holding the box again made you feel something deep in your chest.

Sliding the lid of the box open, the faint scent of nostalgia greeted you. There was a mixture of paper and dust that carried you back to another time, another place. Polaroid photographs, ticket stubs, concert tickets, and tiny trinkets spilled out as you began to sift through the box’s contents, fingers brushing against fragments of a life you had once shared with someone who knew you better than anyone. Then you saw it—the camcorder.

It sat nestled at the bottom of the box, its black casing slightly scuffed but still intact, as though it had been waiting for you all these years. The sight of it made your breath catch, fingers hesitant as they wrapped around the familiar shape. A small laugh escaped you, soft and bittersweet, as a wave of memories washed over you.

The camcorder had been a gift from your parents, given to you when you were just a teen. At the time, you had rolled your eyes at the thought of having a camcorder. You were not exactly the type to obsess over gadgets or record everything, but your parents had insisted, saying something along the lines of making memories worth keeping.

You hadn’t even opened the box properly before you had told him about it. Lando had always had a thing for photography, an almost childlike fascination with capturing the world around him. Naturally, he had lit up at the mention of the camcorder. You remembered the way his face had brightened, how he had practically snatched it from your hands when he saw it, excitement radiating from him like it was Christmas morning.

“Trust me,” he said, voice brimming with certainty as he flipped the device open with ease. “This is going to be so much fun, you’ll see.”

And it was.

The camcorder had quickly become his, in everything but name. Lando had used it more than you ever had, his artistic streak shining through in the way he would capture the smallest, most mundane moments and make them feel extraordinary. But what stood out the most was his favorite subject. You.

Every time you hung out, or visited a new place, his focus would inevitably turn to you. At first, you had protested, laughing and batting the camcorder away, but over time, it became a rhythm of sorts. Lando, behind the lens, coaxing your laughter and teasing your smile, and you, rolling your eyes but secretly loving the way he saw you. Through the lens, even the quietest days seemed to feel alive.

You traced a finger along the camcorder’s edges, the faint outline of his fingerprints etched invisibly into its surface. Four years. It had been four years since you had left the UK—four years since you had left him. You told yourself that what you did was for the best, that you needed to grow, chase bigger dreams.

Part of it all was true, but the other part, the one which you didn’t say out loud, was the reason why your chest tightened even now. Was because Lando made you feel too much, and you were not sure you could bear it any longer.

You grabbed your laptop, briefly hesitated over the laptop’s keyboard before finally connecting the camcorder. The familiar chime of recognition echoed through the room as your laptop detected the device, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervous anticipation.

It had been years since you last thought about these videos, let alone watched them. As the files began to load, thumbnails filled the screen—tiny, burry windows into the past. You clicked on the first one, and the second is the screen lit up with a younger version of yourself, smiling awkwardly into the lens. Lando’s voice filled the room almost immediately.

“Come on, you can smile better than that!” he teased from behind the camera, chuckling.

Without even realizing it, a small smile tugged at your lips as you watched. The video playing one after another, each one showed a snapshot of your lives back then. There were clips of you on spontaneous trips—forests, city streets, karting, and endless car rides with Lando singing loudly and off-key while you laughed at him.

There were also quieter moments—rainy afternoon when you were sat by your bedroom window, lost in thought, while he filmed you from across the room, calling it aesthetic. Lando captured everything, from the highs to the lows.

The memories felt vivid, almost too vivid, as if you could reach through the screen and relieve those moments. It was the year he had started his Formula 1 career, and the first time you saw him truly chasing his dreams with everything he had, and were beyond proud of him. At the same time, it was also the year you were filling out endless applications to universities in America, unsure of where you wanted to go or what you wanted to do in life. It was like you were both standing on the edge of something new, something big, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

It was also the year you finally admitted to yourself that what you felt for Lando was no longer just friendship. You had been so close for so long that the shift felt almost imperceptible at first—lingering glance here, flutter in your chest there. But you acknowledged it, there was no going back.

You found yourself looking at him differently, noticing the little things about him that had always been there but suddenly felt so significant. The way how his eyes crinkled when he laughed, his curly hair, aquamarine eyes, the quiet focus he had when working on something he cared about, and most of all, the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you feel better.

But you kept it to yourself. You couldn’t tell Lando, not when he had told you so casually, like it was nothing that he liked someone.

“I don’t even know if she feels the same,” he had said, voice laced with uncertainty.

For a brief moment, a hope sparked in you. Maybe after all this time, Lando felt the same way about you. Maybe this was the moment that you had finally been waiting for.

But that hope shattered almost immediately when he pulled out his phone and showed you a photo. The girl’s name was Luisa, and she was stunning. She was everything that you were not—model, successful, gorgeous, has a radiant smile and a presence that seemed magnetic. Luisa was exactly Lando’s type, and you knew it.

The realization hit you harder than you had expected. You felt dumb and foolish, for even thinking one second that Lando could ever see you that way. You were not like Luisa, you were not the kind of girl who turned heads or made people stop in their tracks. You were just…you. Lando’s best friend. The person he could have a joke with, confide in, and lean on, but will never see you anything as more.

So you stayed quiet. Buried your feelings deep, gaslighting yourself that everything was better the way it is. The less you talk, the less you risked losing him. Maybe if you kept on pretending that everything was fine, you could learn to let him go.

A new clip began to play. You were seated on the edge of a bench, face scrunched in frustration as you ran a hand through your hair. The sound of Lando’s laughter crackled through the speakers, light and teasing, as he zoomed in on your expression from behind the camera.

“You’re such a drama queen,” he said, voice laced with amusement.

It was clear that from that clip that he was trying to cheer you up. It had been one of those moments when everything felt overwhelming. Your plans, future, and feelings. Yet, even in your frustration, Lando had managed to make you laugh. He always did. Watching it now, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how young and naïve you looked.

But the video carried more weight than just a frustration afternoon. That day, you had a front-row seat to another chapter in Lando’s pursuit of Luisa. It was the day he told you that he finally confessed his feeling to her, and you could still remember how his voice sounded. It was a mix of hope and vulnerability as he recounted every detail, but his excitement had quickly dimmed when Lando explained how his confession had met an uncertainty from Luisa, not really sure how she felt about Lando.

You remembered how that hurt him, even if he tried to hide it behind his usual bravado. It was one of the few times you had seen Lando genuinely shaken, his confidence chipped away by a single sentence. Still, it did not stop him, if anything, it only made him more determined to win her over.

This is exactly what Lando is—relentless, persistent, unwilling to let go of something he wanted.

Then there was you, caught in the orbit of it all. A pattern had started to form, one you did not want to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore. Whenever Luisa turned her back on him, when his texts went unanswered, or her attention drifted elsewhere, Lando would always find his way to you. His calls would come late at night, voice low and tinged with sadness as he stumbled through excuses to keep you on the line, and you, despite knowing better, would always answer.

Those were the moments you chastised yourself for loving. When Lando was hurt, when he felt small and alone, he always came to you. You were the person he confided in, one he leaned on. It almost felt like you mattered to him in the way you wanted to. Even if you knew, deep down, that it was not that. That it was temporary, a band-aid for his bruised ego—you couldn’t help but savor the attention.

But then, inevitably, Luisa would give him the smallest bit of her time, and you would become invisible to him again. The calls would stop, texts would taper off, and Lando would be lost in the glow of her half-hearted affection. You would feel the ache of being left behind, sting of knowing you were nothing more than a safety net, a placeholder, a convenient fallback plan.

It was a never ending cycle you despised, one that made you look at yourself with pity as you played into it. But whether it was out of hope or some cruel sense of inevitability, you stayed. You let it happen. Time and time again, picking up the pieces when Lando fell apart, only to watch him hand them back to her the moment she glanced his way.

It was always like this. It had always been like this, and somehow, despite everything, you definitely hadn’t learned your lesson.

The video continued to play, the faint static of old footage mixing with Lando’s voice can be heard, his laughter like a distant echo from another life. As you watched yourself on the screen—smiling, frowning, existing in a world where everything felt so much simpler—memories came rushing back, faster and heavier than you had expected. They were not just simple memories of moments, they were reminders of how deeply you felt, how much your life revolved around Lando without you even realizing it.

Your feelings for him had always been the silent undercurrent of your friendship, unspoken but ever-present. You had spent so much time trying to convince yourself that it was just a phase, that you would grow out of it, but you never did.

Instead, those feelings rooted themselves deeper, becoming a part of you. You wondered if the reason you hadn’t moved on was not because you could not, but because you hadn’t really tried at all. Maybe you were afraid, maybe life felt easier when you let it stay messy, undefined—when you clung to the hope that Lando might see you differently someday.

But the reality of it all was far less romantic. You had become his backburner, a place he turned to only when he had nowhere else to go, and the most pathetic part? You didn’t even mind. You let yourself burn quietly on his backburner, knowing full well you would never be the main thing in his life.

No matter how many times you say to yourself that it was okay, that you could handle it, deep down it ate you. There wasn’t anyone else you wanted, there hadn’t been for years. It was always him, it will always be Lando—his laugh, his voice, his stupid smile that made you forget the pain he caused by just being himself. You hated it, and yet you couldn’t even let it go.

Your memory reeled in to that one particular night, a night etched into your memory like a scar. Lando had called you on facetime, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone. His eyes were red, voice trembling with raw emotions as he told you what happened with Luisa.

She had hurt him again, made him feel small in a way that he couldn’t quite put into words. Lando looked so broken, so unlike himself, that it made your heart twist in ways that you did not want to admit.

And yet, you couldn’t help but tease him. You told him how he looked ugly when he cried, masking your own hurt with humor. But inside, there was a flicker of something else—something cruel and selfish. You felt happy that he thought of you in that moment, that you were the person he called when everything else in his life fell apart. It was sick and twisted, and you couldn’t have hated yourself more for it, but it was the truth.

At the same time, you felt conflicted, torn between two versions of yourself. Part of you wanted to scream at him, to tell him how much he had hurt you by treating you like an afterthought. But the other part of you, the part that still believed in him, in the friendship you had shared since you were kids—wanted to comfort him, to be there for him even if it meant breaking yourself in the process.

You always knew how it would go. In a week or so, Lando would be back on his feet, back in Luisa’s orbit, and you would fade into the background again. He would stop calling, texting, and you would be left alone again, waiting for the next time he needed you. You wished you could stop caring, that you could let him go and just move on, but you couldn’t. You cared too much, loved him too deeply, and it was destroying you.

You stayed. You stayed because even though it hurt, even though it made you feel small and invisible, there was still a part of you that believed in him. In the boy who had once held your camcorder, laughing as he filmed you spinning in circles in the park. In the friend who had always been there, even when it felt like the rest of the world wasn’t. You believed in him, even if it meant you couldn’t believe in yourself.

You checked the timestamp on the video and realized it was nearing the end. The final clips began to play, taking you back to a day you remembered so clearly—the beach trip. The screen filled with bright sunlight and sand, camera jerking slightly as Lando filmed you running along the shoreline, wearing one of his bucket hats and sunglasses, your laughter ringing out over the crashing waves.

You watched yourself as if through someone else’s eyes—carefree, alive, darting back and forth like a puppy with boundless energy. Lando’s voice came from behind the camera, teasing you for your antics, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the memory.

It was one of those days you had hoped would change everything. Lando wasn’t thinking about Luisa then. He was with you, laughing, joking, making you feel like maybe you mattered more to him than you let yourself believe. You had clung to that slight flicker of hope every time he drifted back into your orbit, telling yourself that the moments he spent with you would eventually outweigh the hold Luisa had over him. But you know then, deep down, you knew better. You had always known better.

The last clip began to play. The two of you were in one of his cars, the camera shakily capturing the scene as he handed it to you. Lando had insisted you try driving it, grinning with the kind of reckless confidence that was so quintessentially him. You know that he hated someone driving him, especially that it was his car, but he didn’t even hesitated when it came to you.

The video was cut to him standing outside, filming you through the windshield as you tried to maneuver his car into a parking spot, and it was a disaster. He zoomed in on your face, flushed and irritated, as you waved frantically at him to get back inside of his car and help you. Your lips moved as you shouted something at him, your expression twisted in mock anger, but it only made him laugh.

That sound, the sound of his laughter—echoed through the room as you watched yourself scowling at him, completely oblivious to how the moment would look years later.

When the video finally faded to black, you sat there in silence, staring at the black screen of your laptop. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as a sad smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. The memories left a bittersweet feeling in their wake, filling your chest with an ache that never really went away.

You always knew the truth. You would always be in Lando’s corner, even when it felt like he had forgotten you existed. You would stay, waiting in the shadows, knowing full well you were his second choice, or maybe not even a choice at all. Yet, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care, you had settled on being Lando’s backburner long ago, content to exist where he had placed you, because even the smallest scraps of his attention felt like more than you deserved. You knew it would never be enough, but it was all you had.

When you left the UK, you had never properly said goodbye to Lando. You couldn’t face him—not after everything. It had been the hardest thing you had ever done, leaving the place where you grew up and leaving the person that mattered to you the most.

The day you were about to board the plane to America was supposed to be the start of something new for you. But it also turned out to be the same day Lando and Luisa had finally gotten together. It didn’t make sense at first, you had been too wrapped up in your own plans to notice anything strange.

You were so focused on your own future, dreams, and adventure that lay ahead. But the moment you realized what had really happened, the gut-wrenching truth hit you all at once. Despite everything, despite all the years of friendship, despite the deep feelings you had kept buried, Lando had never said a word to you.

The first sign came two weeks before your departure, when you noticed he had not contacted you. Not once. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had spoken, and then, one evening, it hit you. While youwere scrolling through instagram, lost in the sea of photos and videos, you saw it.

Lando and Luisa standing together in a sunlit paradise. They were everywhere—clinging to each other, smiling like they had always been this happy. Their arms wrapped around each other, looking like the couple everyone thought they were meant to be, living out the kind of romance you had always imagined for yourself—only, it was not with you.

It stung more that you could have imagined. It felt like a cruel grip and punch to the stomach—seeing them together, seeing him in a way you never thought you would. There they were, living life, having fun in Dubai, while you had been silently fading into the background, unable to say anything, unable to be anything more than just a shadow.

It suddenly made the decision easier for you. Maybe it was petty, or childish. But at that moment, it felt like it was the only way to protect yourself. You didn’t need to say goodbye, or talk to him again. You didn’t think that talking or saying goodbye to him would even change anything. You didn’t want to face the truth anymore—didn’t want to admit how much it hurts to be forgotten, be pushed aside while he moved on.

So, you did what you had to do. You packed up everything, every piece of your life that had been tangled with Lando’s, and left. You left without a word, without any explanation. The silence between you felt so final, so complete, as if you were never even meant to matter.

When you landed in America, you didn’t waste any second. You changed your number, blocked him on social media, deleted every trace of him from your phone, from your mind, from your life. It was easier that way, right? No more reminders of what you could never have. No more wondering if he still thought about you. It was better to start fresh, even if starting over meant leaving everything you knew behind. You never looked back, at least that’s what you told yourself.

You gently closed your laptop, the soft click of the screen snapping shut, and disconnected the camcorder. You wanted to throw it away, erase it from your life entirely, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the hope that one day, you could look at it without all the pain attached to it, or maybe it was the attachment to something that had once meant so much.

With a deep sigh, you placed it back in the memory box, careful not to let it settle to heavily among the other momentos you had packed away. You knew you wouldn’t be able to part with it—not yet at least. Instead, you pushed the box deeper into your storage room, where it would sit quietly for now, out of sight but never far from your mind.

You stood there for a moment, staring at the box as if it might somehow speak to you, but all it did was remain silent, like everything else in your life that you had tried to put behind you. The soft sound of snow falling outside caught your attention, and you moved toward the window, your gaze drawn to the soft flurry of while blanketing the streets below.

Christmas was approaching in just a week, and for a brief moment, you wished you could go home, back to your family, to the familiar comfort of the holiday season. But the thought quickly passed. Home felt too far now, and you had your own life to navigate, a life in New York that, for all its challenges, had become a place you had grown to love.

You turned away from the window and began to change, pulling on warm clothes fit for the snow outside. It wasn’t much, just a quick errand to stock up on groceries before it got too dark. You didn’t mind the task, it gave you a reason to get out, to take in the city and its wintry charm. The air was fresh and crisp as you made your way out of your apartment, locking the door behind you with a soft click.

The world around you was calm as you stepped out into the quiet of the snowy streets, snowflakes falling gently around you, almost like a veil between you and the hustle of city life. New York felt different in the winter, quieter somehow, even as the holiday decorations began to shine brighter. Streetlights casting long shadows across the snow, and you admired the festive cheer that the city wore like a second skin. You had seen the Christmas tree lighting at the New Haven Green just last week, a tradition that always brought a sense of warmth despite the chill in the air.

Walking through the snow, you felt a small sense of contentment, something you had been searching for but hadn’t fully realized was within reach. The lights, crisp air—all of it made you feel like you had carved out a space of your own here. You hoped that it would stay that way, that the peace you had found wouldn’t be disturbed, even as the holiday season and all its chaos loomed on the horizon.

The grocery store was just a few blocks away, but your thoughts drifted to other things—nothing too heavy, just the soft hum of city life. It had been a peaceful walk, but then, you froze.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of something, or rather someone, someone so familiar in the distance. Curly hair that you could picture in your sleep. At first, you thought it was a trick of the light, a resemblance that your mind conjured up after hours of rewatching old videos. You quickly dismissed the thought, trying to shake it off. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t be here.

But then, as if the universe had conspired to pull the past back into your life. The person looked up, and everything in your world stopped. It was him.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. The air around you seemed to thicken, sounds of the city dimming in the background as you took in the sight of him. Lando. In New York. Of all places he can be in right now, why was he here?

It had taken a long time to convince yourself, year after year, that you were fine, that you had moved on, that everything was better this way. Yet here he was, standing only a few meters away from you, the same familiar figure that had been a part of your life for so long.

You both stood there, frozen in place, just staring at each other as people around passed you by. Neither of you moved, as if the moment held too much weight to let anything else happen. It was like time had bent around you, your mind racing, questions swirling, but none of them found their way to your lips. You couldn’t speak, you weren’t even sure you could breathe.

Lando stood there too, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that everything else feel irrelevant. You knew he hadn’t expected to see you. Not here, not like this. Yet, there he was—right in front of you, a ghost from your past made flesh, making the familiar ache in your chest resurface.

You had thought you were done with him, that you had moved on, but standing here, with him so close and yet so far, you realized that maybe you had not moved on as much as you thought.

The world around you seemed to hold its breath.

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ibetyouthinkaboutmefics · 13 days ago

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Seeing Carlos talk about knowing it’d be him exiting at some point, that they’d always choose Charles… you’d always choose Carlos, and you’d let him know, sparking that possessive streak he hides not so well, that possessive streak that has you pinned underneath him and taken over and over until your body is marked and ruined enough to believe in his heart and soul that you’d always choose him 🤭

~🫠

Always Yours | C. Sainz

— hi nonnie! I love this idea! I see you coming through with the Carlos reqs 🫡 !! did i shed a tear or two while writing this? Yes, but the second half made it all worth it.

warnings: 18+ content, hurt/comfort (but the comfort is smut), unprotected sex, lots of emotions.

wc: 2.4k

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Carlos sat on the edge of the couch, the dim light from the setting sun casting long shadows across the room. He was soaking in the calm—the kind that felt more like stillness before a storm.

Four years. Four years at a team that had been both an opportunity and a struggle. He wasn’t blind to the reality of it; they hadn’t valued him the way they should’ve, not for his level of talent, not for the hours of work, the sacrifices. Yet, the end still came too quickly, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment. One day he was a key player, and the next, he wasn’t. They’d found someone better.

He wasn’t mad about it. Not anymore. How could he be? They’d chosen someone better, and how do you argue with that? He couldn’t. But it didn’t stop the sting, the blunt reminder that there would always be someone better. That he’d always be the second choice, the safe option until something—or someone—shinier came along. Now, he was caught in that strange, hollow space between what had been and what would be. Not part of his team anymore, but not officially welcomed by the next. Just… nowhere.

You entered the house quietly, the familiar click of your heels on the hardwood breaking the stillness. Something felt off the moment you stepped inside. The air was heavy, the kind of silence that sat uneasily in your chest.

He barely noticed when you walked in, too caught up in the spiral of his thoughts. Your shadowed figure showed up in his peripherals, but even then, his mind lingered on the weight pressing down on his chest. His team, his career—it all felt like a reflection of something deeper, something that bled into everything else in his life.

Including you.

When he finally looked at you, standing by the doorway of the living room with concern etched across your face, his stomach twisted. How could he not think it? The fear that settled in him like a second skin whispered relentlessly. What if he wasn’t enough for you, either?

You were beautiful, brilliant—everything he’d dreamed of but never truly believed he deserved. And just like the team, you had a choice. There would always be someone better, someone who could…love you more. He hated the way the thought lingered, how the doubt stretched its tendrils from one part of his life to another, weaving itself into the cracks he couldn’t seem to seal.

“Carlos?” Your voice broke through his thoughts, soft yet steady, pulling his gaze to you. He forced a smile, but it felt brittle, ready to crumble under the weight of everything he couldn’t say.

You stepped closer, your heels muffled now by the rug. His chest tightened as you knelt in front of him, your eyes scanning his face with a kind of tenderness he didn’t feel he deserved in that moment. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, but even to his own ears, it sounded hollow.

“Carlos,” you pressed, your voice firmer this time. Your hand rested lightly on his knee, grounding him in a way that both soothed and terrified him. “Please talk to me.”

He let out a heavy sigh, his head tipping forward as he tried to find the words. His gaze dropped to your hand on his knee, your thumb brushing gently against the fabric of his jeans, and his chest ached. You were so close, so present, and yet the doubts still lingered.

“They’ll always choose someone else,” he murmured finally, his voice low, almost resigned.

You frowned, your head tilting slightly. “Who?”

He shrugged, his lips pressing into a thin line as his thoughts swirled. “The team. People. It doesn’t matter how hard I work. I’ll never be… enough.”

The way he said it, the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, sent a shiver through you. But you caught it—the hesitation, the subtle way his eyes flickered to yours before darting away. He wasn’t just talking about the team.

“Carlos,” you said softly, your fingers tightening slightly on his knee. He still wouldn’t look at you, and that only made your heart ache more. “You don’t believe that. Not really.”

His laugh was bitter, a sharp, humorless sound that made your chest tighten. “Maybe I do. It’s just how it is, isn’t it? There’s always someone better. Someone who’s the first choice.”

The words hung heavy between you, and you could see it now—how his doubts about the team had spilled over, tainting the way he saw himself in every part of his life. Including the life he has with you.

Without thinking, you reached up, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you. His eyes were glassy, filled with a storm of emotions you could barely stand to see. “Carlos, stop.”

He blinked at you, startled by the firmness in your voice.

“I’d always choose you,” you said, the words clear and unwavering.

He froze, his breath hitching as the meaning of your words sank in. His eyes searched yours, desperate and unsure, as if he was trying to find some hidden meaning, some loophole. “You don’t mean that,” he said quietly, his voice thick with doubt.

“I do,” you said, your thumb brushing softly against his cheek. “It’s always been you for me. I love you and only you.”

He exhaled sharply, the sound rough and almost broken. His hands moved on instinct, gripping your wrists as his gaze bore into yours. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice raw, almost pleading.

“I’d always choose you,” you repeated, leaning closer. “Over and over, Carlos. I don’t want anyone else.”

Carlos pulled you onto his lap, his hands firm on your waist as he brought you closer, close enough that your breath mingled with his, and your forehead rested against his. His eyes closed for a moment, his jaw clenching as if trying to hold back the torrent of thoughts that still raged within him.

He wanted to believe you. He wanted to take your words and hold them close, let them silence the insecurities that had been clawing at him all evening. But those thoughts—the ones that whispered of inadequacy, of being second best, of not being enough—they were loud. Too loud.

You could see it in his eyes when he opened them again, the flicker of doubt that he couldn’t quite hide. His lips parted, as if he was going to speak, but no words came. Instead, he just looked at you, his gaze heavy with longing, with uncertainty, with fear.

“I don’t…” he started, his voice rough, barely above a whisper.

You didn’t let him finish. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned in, silencing him with a kiss. It wasn’t soft or tentative—it was everything you felt for him, all the love and devotion you couldn’t quite put into words. Your hands cupped his face, holding him steady as your lips moved against his, pouring everything you had into that single moment.

Carlos stilled at first, as if he wasn’t sure what to do, but then he kissed you back. Hard. Desperate. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer until there was no space left between you. It was a kiss that begged for reassurance, for proof that your words weren’t just fleeting promises.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads still pressed together. His eyes searched yours, wide and vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“I love you,” you said again, your voice steady despite the way your heart was racing. “Only you, Carlos. Always you.”

“I love you too,” he finally murmured, his voice thick with emotion and just a flicker of hope breaking through the doubt. His hands tightened on your waist as if anchoring himself, grounding his belief in your words. He blinked rapidly, as though trying to chase away the tears pooling in his eyes, but he didn’t look away. Instead, his gaze hardened, a fierce intensity burning there that hadn’t been before.

“You’re mine,” he said, the words soft but laced with something unyielding, something absolute. His grip on you shifted, his hands sliding up to your back and pulling you flush against him. His forehead pressed against yours again, but this time, there was no hesitation. The possessiveness he’d always tried to keep hidden was spilling out, raw and unapologetic.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, firmer now, as though saying it would make it undeniably true.

His hands slid under your thighs, gripping you firmly as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms. Hearing you say you were his wasn’t enough—not now, not when his doubts still lingered like shadows in the back of his mind. He needed more. He needed to feel it, to see it, to make it impossible for either of you to deny.

He carried you through the house with purpose, the soft creak of the floorboards and the faint sound of your uneven breaths the only noises breaking the silence. When he reached the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind him, not bothering to turn on the light. The darkness wrapped around the two of you like a cocoon, intimate and isolating, leaving nothing but the sound of your heartbeats pounding in tandem.

Carlos lowered you onto the bed with a tenderness that contrasted the storm brewing in his eyes. He hovered above you for a moment, his gaze roaming over your face, his chest rising and falling as though he were trying to steady himself. But then his head dipped, and his lips crashed into yours again, urgent and unrelenting. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was a claim, one that left no room for doubt or hesitation.

His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you in place as his mouth moved against yours with a hunger that stole your breath. Every movement, every touch, was filled with a raw desperation that made your chest tighten. He was pouring everything into this moment—his doubts, his fears, his love—and you felt it all.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and unsteady, as though he needed to hear the words as much as he needed to say them. “Only mine. No one else gets to have you.”

“I’m yours, Carlos,” you whispered, your voice trembling but sure. “Always yours.”

Carlos didn’t need to hear anything else. The second the words left your lips, something inside him snapped. His hands slid down to your thighs, gripping them with enough force to leave faint impressions on your skin as he parted them, slotting himself in between.

His lips moved against yours with a renewed fervour, the kiss bruising, all-consuming, determined to leave no part of you untouched by him.

He pushed your dress up, his hands following every inch of skin he had committed to his memory for months. His mouth followed the path of his fingers, teeth grazing and tongue soothing as he left a trail of marks along your neck, your collarbone, your chest. Each one was a statement, a reminder of his place in your life, a way to silence the nagging voice in his head that told him he wasn’t enough.

His hands left your body for just a moment, long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. The sight of him—every ridge of muscle, every freckle that you’d traced with your eyes a hundred times before—made your breath hitch. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes, the urgency in his movements making it clear he couldn’t bear even a second longer without being inside you.

When he returned to you, his bare skin pressing against yours, the heat of him was almost overwhelming. His lips claimed yours again, and as he guided himself to your pussy, he paused only long enough to lock eyes with you, his gaze searing, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding himself back.

Then when you nodded, he thrusted into you, and everything else ceased to matter. The fullness of him stole the air from your lungs, the stretch of him pushing you to your limits, leaving no part of you untouched.

Carlos set a rhythm that was anything but gentle, his hips snapping against yours with an intensity that sent shivers through your body. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, as though he was determined to carve himself into you, to leave no room for doubt about who you belonged to.

“Look at me,” he groaned, his voice rough and unsteady as he leaned closer, his forehead brushing against yours. “I want to see it—see how you’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, almost overwhelmed by the force of his love, his desperation. “Always yours, Carlos. Always.”

A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest at your words, and his pace quickened, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, your thighs, your waist—everywhere he could touch to remind himself that you were here, with him, for him.

His mouth found your neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sinking in lightly, leaving another mark to join the others. “Mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse as his lips moved down to your collarbone, then your chest, claiming every inch of you with his mouth, his hands, his body. “No one else gets this. No one else gets to touch you, to hear you like this, to feel you like this.”

The possessiveness in his tone, the way his body pressed into yours as though trying to meld you together, sent you spiraling. Your body tightened around him, your cries rising in pitch as you fell apart beneath him, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.

Carlos didn’t stop, even as you trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. He needed more—needed to feel you come undone for him again and again until every part of you bore his mark, until there was no question in his mind or yours about who you belonged to, who you loved.

“Again,” he murmured against your skin, his voice dark, commanding. His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, making you jolt, your body tightening around him once more. “I want to feel you again, mi amor. I want to feel you fall apart for me, just for me.”

And you did—again and again, until he was satisfied with the marks he left on your delicate skin, until the lingering shadows of doubt in his mind faded, and he could believe, without question, that you were his alone—that your love for him was unshakable, enduring, and meant to last forever.

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Tantrums Pt 2 | Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: After flushing a ten year relationship down the drain, Lewis realises he wants nothing more than to win you back. Especially when he sees you doing everything in your will to make him suffer.

Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 32. angst. swearing. pettiness

Requested: @madelynn-sienna and a whole bunch of you on part 1

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roscoelovescoco i am’s 12 today’s 🥳 thanks for’s all’s the birthday’s love’s. just as handsome’s as ever’s

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lewishamilton happy birthday to my boy

yn_ln oh, i miss when he was that little. happy birthday to my cutest boy 💕

user1 not yn and lewis both using my boy instead of our boy

user2 i feel like lewis was behind this post ‘cause he used the cutest pic of him and roscoe

→ user3 yes, he looks so boyfriend coded in this

→ user4 i feel like that’s the point?

→ user5 i bet it’s because he’s trying to remind yn of how much she loves her boys

→ user4 but this doesn’t even include yn’s face

albon_pets happy birthday, roscoe! love from the whole gang

user6 everyone is saying lewis posted this to win yn back but i actually feel he’s posting this as a snub

→ user7 he hasn’t included yn’s face despite there being millions of pics of her and roscoe. like, that’s been her dog as well for the past 10 years

→ user8 i feel like these two are going to be really petty. i mean, look at how brocedes went

→ user9 i feel like you can’t let go of a 10 year relationship and not be slightly petty

user10 okay but lewis looks so good in this

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tagheuer counting down to race time with our formula one collection ambassadors tagged: maxverstappen1, yn_ln

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yn_ln i think we all know who looks the best though

→ maxverstappen1 fire her

user1 queen’s been booked and busy lmao

user2 not the red bull brand

redbullracing the best looking ambassadors i’ve ever seen

user3 tag putting yn and max in the same post? does this mean they modelled together?

→ user4 she’s an ambassador for a brand that solely sponsors red bull and is showcasing their f1 collection. of course they modelled together

→ user5 we love to see it

user6 i bet lewis is frothing!

user7 we know who red bull is picking in the divorce

→ user8 like there was ever a question

user9 i just feel like george will be the one to show this to lewis by going “what do you think about this watch?”

→ user10 omg yes, he’ll show yn’s pic and say “do you think carmen would like this?” just to watch lewis realise who the model is liked by carmenmmundt

user11 i know she’s a model so will take the jobs she’s offered but i definitely feel like she accepted this to be a little petty

→ user12 what are the odds that she accepted it with a giggle

→ user13 as she should

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redbullracing kicking off the mexican grand prix with some famous faces tagged: yn_ln

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maxverstappen1 famous faces? the only one i recognise here is me

→ yn_ln ha ha ha you’re hilarious.

→ user1 max and yn being besties? when did this happen?

→ yn_ln when we did our shoot for tag and he stuck by my side the entire time. like a child forced into a room with a bunch of their mum’s friends

→ maxverstappen1 you were the only person i knew!

user2 oh, this isn’t what i was expecting to see when i opened insta

mercedesamgf1 give her back

→ user3 messy

georgerussell63 oi, she doesn’t belong to you

→ user4 carmen clearly supports this move

→ georgerussell63 carmen! we can see that you liked this

user5 does this mean lewis and yn are truly over?

→ user6 no! i refuse to accept that this is how it ends

user7 lewis must be seething

user8 if anyone hears any loud crashes, that’s lewis throwing things

landonorris can we have you next?

→ oscarpiastri they seriously need to take away your media

user9 streets are saying that max was the one who invited her?

user10 please, red bull, fix that damn car so max qualifies at the top, away from lewis, because i fear for our boy’s safety after this

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yn_ln is this what you call an everyday car?

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user1 wait, what happened to her ferrari?

charles_leclerc i feel betrayed

→ yn_ln it’s not about you, i promise

porsche a pretty car for a pretty girl

→ yn_ln my dream car

→ user2 since, uh, when?

user3 is she starting a new collection of cars or is this in lieu of the ferrari?

→ user4 i fear she got rid of the ferrari

→ user5 or she’s kept it and just has the porsche in addition

user6 this is definitely a deliberate post. lewis bought her her dream car for their anniversary and not even months later, she’s buying a porsche?

→ user7 she can have more than one car

→ user8 yeah but she’s never been a multiple car owner and like user said. the ferrari was her dream car

user9 this feels like a dig at lewis

user10 i say good for her. a man wasted her time so she’s wasting his “gift”

user11 ultimate power move. if only red bull were still aston martin so she could’ve picked aston martin

user12 i bet lewis got mad at her for being in the red bull garage and she decided to wind him up further

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yn_ln 🖤💋

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carmenmmundt jaw droppped

→ yn_ln 🩷

user1 who is that man?

user2 she thought she could distract us with how hot she looks but we see that man, sis

user3 i hope this one treats her right and gives her everything she deserves

user4 bride yn incoming with a man who will marry her

francisca.cgomes i need that dress and the body in it

→ yn_ln i’ll send you the link, my gorgeous girl

user5 i’m glad she’s moving on because lewis did her dirty so it’s nice to see her recovering from that

georgerussell63 what’s all this then

→ user6 omg guys, george commented

→ user7 and?

→ user8 he hasn’t commented on any of her posts since her and lewis broke up. does this confirm that the guy in the pic is lewis?

→ user9 may your delulu come trululu

user10 i can’t deal with this today. i know yn deserves the best but she can’t move on

user11 i’m actually in mourning. wdym she’s moving on and getting super hot pics from it

lewishamilton 😅🫣

→ user12 excuse me? i found this comment hidden 1000s of comments down but excuse me?!

→ user13 what does this mean?!

→ user14 mate, if you want to win her back, you need to try harder

→ user15 he heard people talking about hot she looked and decided to hit her up

→ user16 this is such a pathetic attempt. what happened to his rizz

→ user17 looks like yn took it with her

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user1 @/tweet3 she was! kym illman posted her on instagram as their guest for the weekend

→ user2 she had a merc pass and everything

user3 i want to know who invited her and why. she doesn’t model for tommy anymore so she’d have no reason to be their guest

→ user4 i bet it was george

→ user5 nah. toto did it to throw lewis off so he could make his “shelf life” comment look real

user6 the real question is, did lewis know she was going to be there

user7 @/tweet2 we waited 10 years for lewis and yn’s wedding and we don’t get one ever?

→ user8 they broke up. we weren’t getting one anyway?

→ user7 streets are saying that yn and lewis got married in vegas

→ user8 be fucking real. he broke her heart

user9 @/tweet1 fully agree. i bet it was max and charles instead haha

→ danielricciardo he can back off my man!

→ user10 omg daniel. he may not be on the grid but max is his forever

user11 people are speculating that they got married because he posted a picture of a chapel?

→ user12 i know. that could mean literally anything?

user13 all the drivers were drunk celebrating max’s fourth wdc so i’m betting it’s a driver marrying another driver instead

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lewishamilton my whole world

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roscoelovescoco the’s cutest’s sister in all’s the world’s

user1 the man famous for long captions and he only gives us 3 words?! where’s the details!!

user2 when did this happen!!!

user3 and she has a wedding ring on? they definitely got married in vegas

user4 guys, she's just changed her name on socials!

georgerussell63 what happens in vegas, does NOT stay in vegas

charles_leclerc @/alexandrasaintmleux see, i told you we needed a dog AND a baby

→ yn_hamilton are you going to push the baby out?

→ charles_leclerc i would if biology let me

→ yn_hamilton @/lewishamilton why did you never say this to me?

→ lewishamilton i knew letting you two be friends was a bad idea

yn_hamilton i still can’t believe you brought the ring to vegas

→ lewishamilton i was feeling lucky

mercedesamgf1 you don’t tell us you got married and now you don’t tell us about the baby

→ scuderiaferrari he’s not your driver anymore?

→ mercedesamgf1 oop, my bad. used to seeing his name and being responsible for his pr

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love is a broken door

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: fluff. in which broken doors don’t stand a chance against your boyfriend.

warning(s): hurt comfort, reader gets a bruise, some insecurities from carlos

“Damnit! Not again.” You groan, catching the attention of your boyfriend in the next room. It was no surprise that he was standing in front of you in a matter of seconds, before you could even open your eyes after tensing up from the pain throbbing in your arm.

“All good?” Carlos questions, concern clear in his expression and his tone of voice. “What happened?”

“Yes, it’s just this stupid door again.”

His eyes widen, drifting to where you clutched your arm with your other hand as you lean back against the bathroom counter. Out of instinct, he all but lunges closer towards you to take a closer look at the bruise that’s forming.

He hesitates before touching it, until you give him a consenting nod to which he runs his fingers over your swollen skin ever so gently. Carlos may have been a tough guy by trade, but he always regards you with the utmost tender loving care.

“What did the door do? How did this happen?”

“It’s alive or something, I swear. Every time I open this door it never stays open, it sways to about halfway shut. I’ve been forgetting, so when I turn around, I accidentally run into it.”

Carlos frowns, his beautiful brown eyes meeting yours with a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve fixed it for you.”

You sigh, rubbing your arm soothingly. “It’s okay, babe. I know you’re busy and I don’t want to bother you with little things.”

“You’re never bothering me, amor. No problem of yours is little, I want to help you.” You kiss his lips reassuringly, hoping that his concerns will fade away.

“It’s not a big deal. In the meantime I’ll just have to watch where I’m going, no worries.”

“No, worries!” Carlos fires back, taking your hands in his before staring you in the eyes. He wants– no, needs you– to know he’s sincere about this. “What kind of man would I be if I let my woman stand in harm’s way, hm?” You giggle, surprised at how serious he’s taking this. You don’t miss the small smile he gives you in return.

“You mean stand in the door’s way? Get it, because it’s a doorway?” His now deadpan expression causes you to crack up even further, he’s clearly unamused with your jokes. “The door is not to blame for my lack of spatial awareness, honey. I promise you, I’m fine and unharmed.”

“Whatever you say, amor.” Carlos surrenders, eyeing you suspiciously. He welcomes another kiss from you before you leave the house, off to run the errands you were originally on your way to do before running into that stubborn bathroom door.

Of course he trusts your word, and he certainly trusts your capability to fix whatever needs fixing at home. But he can’t shake the nagging feeling in his gut that feels an awful lot like guilt.

He loves his career, and your support of him even more, except the part where he has to miss out on the little things. The ordinary, mundane things that happen in your life that he won’t get to know about or experience with you. The little things you won’t bother to tell him because you think he has more important things going on.

Another part of him feels silly for taking it as seriously as he is, but he also knows that the door represents only the surface of the issue that’s really bothering him. Surely he can tell by the way his stomach is turning at the thought of not being around for you as often as he should be. He knows you don’t hold it against him. But he also knows you two don’t have the most settled of lives either. When he overhears your best friend rave to you about the latest thing her boyfriend did for her, he wonders if you’re longing for the same stability.

He wonders what you say about him when it’s your turn to share, no matter how extravagant the gifts or the vacations or the experiences are that you two have shared together. He wonders if that’s really enough.

Carlos takes one good look at the door that’s taunting his insecurities. It makes a creaking sound as it swings halfway shut after he opens it, almost hitting his own shoulder as it did yours moments prior.

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When you return home it’s quiet, and to your surprise the lights are off in the kitchen. Usually around this time when Carlos isn’t traveling, he’ll be in there perfecting his latest recipe, letting you have first dibs on tasting the food before he shows it off to his family and friends.

“Honey, I’m home!” You sing-song, to which you don’t hear a response. His car was in the garage, so he had to be here. Maybe he opted for a quick nap after his workout?

You quietly tip-toe up the stairs hoping that if he is asleep, you didn’t just wake him up. When you enter your bedroom, it’s a relief to see light shining from the doorway that connects your en-suite.

And if you weren’t surprised at the sight before you, you would’ve been entirely turned on by it. There stood your boyfriend, focused as ever with a drill in one hand and the door held upright with the other. The veins of his arms were especially prominent and he bit his lip in concentration.

“Carlos?”

His eyes glance towards you, startling him, nearly causing him to drop the door that was only partially attached to its hinges. He lets out a breathy laugh, clutching his heart to emphasize the shock he’s in, so engrossed in his project that he didn’t even hear you enter. “Mi amor, you scared me. When did you get home?”

“I got home a while ago.” You muse, walking into the bathroom to see him up close. “But I wouldn’t mind admiring you for a little bit longer.”

He raises his eyebrows, smirking devilishly as your hands trace the muscles of his body over the shirt he’s wearing. “You like what you see?”

“Had I known you look so sexy fixing doors I might’ve just started breaking them.” You make it a point to let your eyes roam before making eye contact with him again. “And it’s not too late, you know. It’s never too late.”

“Before you start on that rampage, can I at least finish fixing this one first?”

“As long as I can watch.” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“Be my guest, amor.” Carlos whispers in your ear, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

You hop up on the counter, swinging your legs with delight. He focuses once again, inspecting the lines on his beam level to make sure that his drilling will be accurate.

His dark hair is messy and his forehead shines with the sheenest layer of sweat. You can’t help but marvel at how good he looks in the bathroom lighting. So good, that you really do start to consider breaking doors in the house if it means you can see him like this all the time.

Your heart warms at the fact that he’s doing this just for you. This isn't the Carlos Sainz that’s working tirelessly to make his team or his fans proud of him, just you. At the end of the day, that’s all he needs.

He finishes securing the last couple screws before stepping back, nodding his head as he examines his work. He looks your way to see if you’re paying attention, and sure enough you are. He opens the door all the way, and watches you light up when it actually stays put where it’s supposed to.

“See, mi amor? Good as new.” He strides towards where you’re sitting on the counter. Carlos runs his thumb across your bruised shoulder before pressing soft kisses to the swollen skin. “You’ll never have this again.” His lips trail in a circle of kisses around your shoulder and then up your neck, stopping just below your ear.

Butterflies erupt inside your body and your heart warms for the man before you. “Thank you, my love. You’re always looking out for me.”

He shrugs, giving you a soft smile. “I try.”

Your dreamy stare falters slightly, sensing a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “You always do, there’s no doubt about it.”

It’s his turn to feel the butterflies erupt in place of the uneasiness that’s still lingering from earlier. He’s amazed at how with just one look from you, he’s reassured that you’re meant to be together. “I just want to be there for you like you deserve, I hope you know that I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Carlos…” You murmur, taking his hands in yours. “As far as I’m concerned, when we’re together, the world doesn’t even exist.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But I know I’m away a lot of the time and it’s not easy for either of us. It’s not what you signed up for.”

“I signed up to love you, no matter where we are in the world. The distance is just a small part of that, always has been. And if we’re apart or not, nothing will stop me from cherishing our life together. I’m thinking of the big picture, when I can tell our grandkids that their abuelo found time to fix a broken door between racing around the world 24 weekends a year.”

Carlos smiles at your words, almost getting lost in the thought of you two growing old together, imagining the family that you two will create together someday. He’s happy to know that your dreams look alike. “Hopefully they’ll be impressed.”

“Trust me, they will be.” Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hands cling to your hips in response. “Most people in your position would’ve just hired someone to fix it, but you personally made sure I won’t have to worry about it anymore. Every time that I don’t run into the door, I’ll have you to thank instead.”

He leans forward, kissing you with a familiar passion that never fails to catch you off guard. “You’ll always have me, mi amor.”

You kiss him once again, showing him the same affection in return. Your eyes find each other and you can’t help but smile at the comfort that consumes you. “You’ll always have me, too.”

💌: i didn’t know how to end this lol. reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading :)

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