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leosxrealm · 7 months

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pairing(s): Charles Leclerc x male! Norris! reader

request: Charles Leclerc x m!reader but his older brother is Lando and he always goes to his races and gradually learns about Charles and grows a hatred for him bc he thinks he's just a rich French (Which Charles constantly corrects) guy but he eventually gets to know him so its like an enemies to lovers kind of thing?

warning(s): fluff!! kind of slow burn, long chapter (3k words), mentions of manipulative ex, alcohol, reader is Charles' gay awakening, also reader and Charles didn't have the best first impression of each other

(a/n): reader's age isn't specified so it can be read as whatever age you want reader to be (21+ cause there's alcohol involved). this was requested so long ago oml. hope you enjoy it anon <3

!not proofread!

Bahrain, 2023

"Can't you fucking watch where you're going?"

"Yo. Chill out, mate," You say, a little taken back by the stranger's outburst and even your own response. You throw up your hands in surrender, leaning your body slightly backward as if to tell the guy in the red t-shirt that you didn't mean any harm.

You didn't intentionally bump into him. Who even does that? Too busy talking to your sister on the phone, you didn't see where you were going. And it looks like he didn't either. It was a mistake made by both of you. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?

"Don't tell me what to do," he lets out through gritted teeth. Turning on his heels, he walks away.

"What's that dude's problem anyway?" you scoff, your mood turning sour at the strange dude's behavior. "What dude?" your sister asks.

That took you by surprise, you forgot you were on a phone call with her. "Some French dude I ran into. He was being a bitch for no reason," you grimace, thinking back to the encounter.

"You know who he was?" your sister asks, curiosity getting the best of her.

"Nah. Couldn't see his face."

You continued talking to your sister for a while, just until your brother was free from some team meeting that he had to attend after the free practice session.

"You have any other plans for the night?" your brother asks, looking up from his phone. He was definitely planning on hitting some bar with his friends. You could take a break, let yourself unwind for a night, you think.

"Not really," you say with a shrug.

"Good."

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"Who's that?" you practically shout, trying to be louder than the music playing. "Who?" Daniel shouts back. You point at the man across the room. He was standing next to your brother, talking to him.

"Oh! That's Charles," Danny answers with a grin. "Lando and him are good friends. I think," he adds as an afterthought. You hum in response, not like he would have heard that over all the noise. You recognize the man now, he is your friend's teammate. "Oh, they're coming here," Danny says, tapping your shoulder.

"I don't think I've introduced you two yet," is the first thing Lando says when he reaches you. "Y/n this is Charles," you stick out your hand, giving the new guy a 'hey' as well.

"Charles this is, Y/n." Charles just gives you a nod and a loose handshake, before disappearing somewhere else. You raise your eyebrow at his odd behavior.

"Don't mind him. He's a sweet guy, he just had a bad practice today," Daniel says from next to you. You simply shrug, it's not like he mattered to you.

"Anyway," he grins, summoning two shot glasses from god knows where "Who's ready for some good time?" Lando cheers, ready to have some fun. You shake your head at your younger brother, of course, he's ready to party.

"Not you. You're still practically a child," Danny says while side-eyeing Lando. Your brother opens his mouth, ready to give his friend a piece of his mind before being interrupted by you. "He's right, bro," you nod, "You're what? Like 13?"

Lando was no longer cheering.

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"Y/n! It's so good to see you mate!" Carlos says, bringing you in for a side hug. "Carlos!" you laugh, reciprocating the hug, "it's been a while."

"Yeah, mate. You kinda disappeared on us," he laughs, trying to remember when was the last time he saw you in person. "We were going to get lunch. You wanna join?"

"We?"

"Uhh...There he is," he says after spotting his teammate. "Charles!" he waves his teammate over, "Do you mind if my friend here joins us for lunch?" You look at him puzzled, you hadn't even agreed to it yet. You shake your head, typical Carlos.

"Uh.. yeah no. It's fine."

You just blink at him, not that he would notice cause he was busy typing away on his phone; he didn't even look your way. A little rude, you'd say.

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It's a nice Middle Eastern restaurant that Carlos had picked. You and Carlos were busy talking away, reminiscing about the past, and catching up to date on each other's lives as well. Sure, you had seen his Instagram posts, and known what he had been doing, but hearing it from him was still different. Same for him.

A sudden ring disturbs your conversation with Carlos. "Sorry I have to take this," Charles says as he gets up, and exits the restaurant. You raise your brow, a little confused by his behavior. Not just today, but ever since you've met him. You have seen interviews and fan interactions with him, he certainly did not seem like the grumpy type.

"He certainly isn't like the guy they show on television," you comment, sipping on your wine. Carlos sighs, making you look at him. "What?" you raise an eyebrow.

"He's a good guy... It's just... I don't know..." he pauses, taking a moment to think, "There's something going on with him." He chews the inside of his cheeks, squinting his eyes to look at Charles who was leaning against his car outside the restaurant, still on a call with someone you didn't know. "I heard, he's having some problems with his girlfriend."

"Trouble with his girlfriend?" you ask, taking another sip of your drink. With nothing to do here, you had been getting bored either way. And a little gossip never hurt anyone.

"Yeah. I don't know the details. It's just what I've heard," he sips his drink, "They looked tense around each other too."

"Mmm..."

Miami, 2023

"Didn't expect to see you here."

You turn around, your scotch glass still in your hand. "Charles," you were surprised as well. You didn't expect to see the Ferrari driver at some random charity event. "Care for a drink?" you wave to the bartender, not even waiting for his answer.

"Scotch. Neat," he orders.

He takes a seat beside you, gulping down his drink in one go. "You good, mate?" you ask, a little concerned about the man. "Hm? Yeah. Don't worry." If he wasn't going to tell you himself, you wouldn't push him. After all, you two weren't exactly friends.

You two stuck to each other for the rest of the evening. It was better than walking around alone. During this time, you had gotten to know a bit about each other as well. He wasn't as bad of a guy as you had originally thought.

"Yeah, she clearly knew he was flirting with her, and instead of telling the guy she had a boyfriend, she was flirting back. Even letting him cling to her."

"Oh..." you take a sip of your water, deciding on no more drinks for the night.

"And when I asked her about this, she called me a "jealous, possessive boyfriend who's taking away her freedom." Her words, not mine." he continues to rant, using air quotes to emphasize his point. He sighs, she had betrayed his trust; even if people wouldn't exactly call this cheating, in Charles' book, it was.

"It's all good now. I'm over her," he smiles.

"No wonder you were such a piss baby in Bahrain. No offense," you chuckle slightly.

He looks down a little embarrassed, he knows how he acted like an asshole during that time. And not just to you. He would've understood if you would've given him the cold shoulder tonight. But you didn't.

"Yeah... About that-"

"It's all good, mate. No hard feelings," you cut him off. You knew he was sorry about his rude behavior, it was written all over his face.

"You wanna ditch this event?" you ask, a smile growing on your face. He laughs, not expecting such a question after the (one-sided) heart-to-heart conversation that you two just had. He appreciated it nonetheless. If you were trying to lift his mood, it was certainly starting to work.

"And go where?" he asks after a good laugh.

"I know someone who's hosting a party," you shrug.

"Ditching an event to go to a party?"

"Ditching a boring event to go to a fun party," you correct, grinning at him.

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"You never said it was gonna be a houseboat party," he shouts over the loud music. "Welcome to Miami!" you laugh.

You grab his elbow, dragging him towards the tiki bar. Ordering two drinks, you push one in his direction. "What's that?" he eyes the drink.

"This," you emphasize, raising your own glass, "is the perfect way to forget about your gaslighting ex-girlfriend." He laughs, appreciating the humor. The both of you chug down your drinks.

You drag him over to the dance floor, quite practically forcing him to dance. "Come on, mate," you urge him, "If you wanted to be boring you could've stayed at the event." He laughs, finally loosing up. You two continue to dance, having some more drinks in between.

---

"Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!..." The chanting continues, daring, challenging you to jump in the water. Charles sneaks up behind you, pushing you into the water. You turn around just before he could, holding onto him, and dragging him in as well.

You submerge, laughing as you do. Charles gasps, still a little surprised, before he laughs as well. He holds on to your shoulder, still heaving. Your shirt that you had worn to the charity event, sticking to your body.

He eyes you, for longer than he should have. This was new. He doesn't think he had ever been interested in another man's body before. He tears his eyes away, trying to cool down the warmth that suddenly spread throughout his body.

Your friend, the host, pulls you up, slapping you on the back in the process. You help Charles after, "accidently" pulling him by a little more force than needed. He bumps into you. He doesn't pull away like you half expected him to. He pulls away just slightly enough to see your face. Your hands go to his hips, swaying his body, along with yours, to the beat of the music.

---

The sound of laughter rings out in the surprisingly empty street of Miami. It's a small road, probably that's why. It's well into the early hours of the morning.

It's media day and Charles knows his manager's gonna hate him when he shows up looking dead, still hungover. He couldn't care less about that now. He hasn't felt this good, this free, in forever.

He looks to his side, you're walking beside him, one of your hands in your trouser's pocket, the other holding your blazer, a few of your shirt buttons open, slightly exposing your well-built chest and shoulder.

"I'm so fucking tired oh my god," you laugh, looking up at the sky. Even though you couldn't see the stars because of all the lights, the sky still looked pretty. "Me too," he says, his eyes fixed on you.

"Hm?" you look at him from the corner of your eyes, "something on my face?"

"Huh? No. Why would you think that?" he clears his throat, averting his eyes.

"You're staring." The tip of his ears turns red. He can't believe he got caught staring. "Not that I mind." His eyes widened, but he didn't reply. You look at him from the corner of your eyes. Did I make him uncomfortable? you wondered.

You don't say anything after that as the both of you walk back to your hotel. Charles' room came first. You stood behind him as he unlocks the door. "Wanna come inside?" he asks, turning around, and standing in the doorway.

You smile, "Can't." He frowns slightly at your vague reply. "I have a flight in a few hours. And I still have to pack and take a shower. I should probably get something to eat as well," you scratch the back of your head, sometimes you get sick of traveling so much.

His mouth forms an 'O' in understanding. "You're not staying for the Grand Prix?"

"I have yet another event I have to attend," you sigh, "and this one... I can't skip."

You start walking backward, not ready to turn your back on him yet. With both of your busy schedules, you don't know when you will be able to see him next.

"I'll see you around, Charlie," you give a short wave, turning your back on him, and going to the elevator. Charles watches you leave, till he can't see you any longer. He looks down, a smile gracing his face. You had started calling him that at the party, he had thought it was because you were drunk, but apparently not.

It was truly a night he wouldn't be able to forget.

Silverstone, 2023

Charles has been on the lookout for you ever since he arrived here. It was Lando's home race, and he was hoping you would be there as well. It's Friday when he hears from Carlos that you're in the paddock. Supporting Mclaren, obviously.

Carlos and you are good friends, right? Would that be enough for you to drop by the Ferrari garage? And you do. You stop by the Ferrari garage to say hi to Carlos, or at least that's what Charles thinks.

You've been talking to Carlos since you arrived. A different thought inhabits his mind. Do you remember him? Was he even worth remembering?

He doesn't want to find the answers to his own thoughts that are going wild. He doesn't think he can handle you saying that you don't remember him. That night, as simple as it was, meant a lot to him. He doesn't think he can handle the person he's been searching for, ever since that day two months ago, to say that they don't remember him.

"Y/n, I hope you remember my teammate, Charles."

Carlos' voice rings through his ears. He looks up to see Carlos and you walking over to him. You nod, glancing in his direction. Carlos looks behind you to see his engineer motioning him over. "I'll see you later, mate. It seems they need me."

"Charlie," you grin. A sudden warmth spreads throughout his face and body. It's been so long, far too long since he had heard your voice. "Y/n."

"Walk with me," you say to him, quiet enough that even he was barely able to hear it. He walks beside you wordlessly. "How you been, Charlie?" there it was, that nickname again. "Uhh... I've been good. Barely gotten any time to myself after having races back to back."

You nod in understanding. Athletes really do have a tough schedule, don't they? You walk around the paddock, running into a couple of people on the way, who were very surprised, to say the least, at your unexpected friendship with the Monégasque.

You talk about things, completely unrelated to either of your lives, just enjoying each other's presence. In a people full of paddock, there were only you two.

As much as Charles loves racing, he wishes he had a little more time before he had to go for the free practice. "Charlies," you call out, making the Ferrari driver stop in his tracks. He turns around, a confused look on his face. "Dinner tonight? On me."

It felt like his face was on fire. Were you asking him out on a date? No, he shouldn't get his hopes up. You're friends with half the grid, maybe they're invited as well. He nods, his face the same color as his car.

"Great," a grin spreads on your face, "I'll see you tonight."

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Charles was trying to tie a tie when he heard knocks on his room's door. He rushes around the hotel room to get to the door. "Y/n..." he trails off taking in your outfit. You looked... expensive. All his previous worries of over-dressing were gone. Now, he was worried that he was under-dressed.

"Charlie," you greet him. Your eyes land on his messily done tie. "Having troubles?" Charles looks down, following your eyes. "Uhmm..." he clears his throat, a little embarrassed that he couldn't even tie a tie.

You laugh, following him into his room. "Lemme see," you gesture for him to come closer. He does. He steps a little closer, not too close; he tries to respect your boundaries. You pull him closer by his tie, careful enough to not hurt him.

"How am I supposed to help you with it if you're gonna stand so far away?" you murmur, your hands working on his tie. "There," you smile, "all done." You don't step back. Neither does he.

He looks down, the tips of your shoes are almost touching his. That's how close you're standing. "Should I wear something else?" he questions, "I feel under-dressed."

"You're not. You look perfect," you grin at him, "Trust me, Charlie."

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You open the passenger side for him to get out. It feels a little weird, Charles thinks, he has always been the one to hold open the gates for people, his dates specifically. He was raised to be a gentleman. It felt different for someone to open the hold the gate for him.

He thanks you as he gets out of your car. You had insisted to pick him up. The both of you walk towards the restaurant. Charles heaves out a sigh of relief, there's no paparazzi around, at least he could enjoy the night peacefully with you.

"Reservation for two. Under Norris."

Reservation for two? he gulps. He's happy to be able to spend time with you alone, without other people butting in, but he's also nervous at the same time because you two are alone.

The both of you are led to a table. He walks behind you silently. The butterflies filled his stomach. Since when did he get so nervous on first dates? Was this even a date? He frowns ever so slightly, he hopes it is.

The conversation flows freely between you two. No cameras flashing in your faces, no people there to recognize you two. It was more peaceful compared to your night spent in Miami.

Like all good things, the night had to come to an end as well. You find yourself standing in front of his hotel room once again. "Want to come inside?" He hopes this time, your answer would be yes.

It was.

(a/n): was this close to adding surprise angst once again 🤏🏼 uh and i won’t be making a part two for this. i felt like the ending was perfect so i left it as it was. if you have any drabble ideas with this pairing don’t hesitate to send that in!! hope you guys enjoy this :)

HC: Carlos asked for all the details later when he found out about your veryyyyyy unexpected friendship with Charles

#this was fun to write #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x male reader #formula 1 x male reader #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x male reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris #carlos sainz

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6rookie-writer0110 · 5 months

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New Lyrics tonight

Charles Leclerc x Male Reader

Summary - Bonding over music

Charles has been training at the track all day. Charles and Carlos are on the race track racing each other. After the race, they didn't agree on who beat who. Charles sits down to take a break and he checks his phone. He saw your text and he started to smile and he started to text you back. He doesn't like to text all the time but with you is an expectation. Carlos sits next to Charles and they begin to talk then Carlos mentions you.

“It’s sad that Y/N is not in the band anymore,” Carlos said.

“What are you talking about?” Charles asked.

Carlos took out his phone and showed him the article. You were kicked out of your band and you didn't tell Charles about it.

“Y/N didn't tell me,” Charles said.

“You should talk to him” Carlos said.

“I will,” Charles said.

You were in the band for many years. You met Charles when his friends took him to see the band perform. His friends knew the leader singer then you met Charles through them. You didn't know what was Formula 1 or that he was a famous driver. The more you got to know Charles, then you started to get into Formula 1. You moved in with Charles in Monaco and the relationship got serious fast from the start. The relationship is a secret for many reasons.

Hours later, Charles finished training and he went home. He noticed a lot of crumpled papers on the floor and he walked toward you. He gives you a peck on the lips and he sits next to you.

“Y/N, what happened with the band? Carlos told me that you left the band” Charles said

“I was kicked out of the band I was in since the beginning. The new manager is an asshole and everyone is agreeing to sing crappy music which we always hated” You sighed

“Why you didn't tell me, Y/N?” Charles asked

“The race started and you were training a lot. I didn't want to ruin your focus, that's why I didn't say anything” You said

“You miss the band?” Charles asked

“No, because it was going in a direction I didn't like,” You said

“I’m sorry I wasn't there when you needed me,” Charles said

You kiss him on the lips and he starts to kiss you back.

“I’m not mad, Charles,” You said.

“You can make your own music and your own songs” Charles smiled.

“Yeah, I can. I was trying to write music but I kept getting stuck” You said

He kissed you again then he grabbed your hand.

“You need a break,” Charles said

He kissed your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You just cuddle with him on the couch and he listens to you talk about your solo project. Later, he took a shower and put on pajamas then you watched Charles make dinner for you. You decided to help him cook and he gave you encouragement not to give up on your music.

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In the middle of the night, you and Charles couldn't sleep. You and Charles head to the living room and he starts to play the piano and you start to sing while writing down the lyrics. You grab your acoustic guitar and he continues to play the piano.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✯

You come home and Charles grabs Your hand, he takes you toward the piano.

“What is it?” You asked.

You sit down next to him.

“In your song, there should be soft music playing then you start to Sing. It will go like this” Charles Said.

He starts to play the piano and you just listen. Sometimes he would teach you how to play the piano.

“That was great. And I like your idea” You smiled.

“I thought you wouldn't like it,” Charles said.

You kissed him on the lips.

“I really do like it” You smiled.

You grab your notebook and you change the lyrics. He tells you where to stop then sing again then you start to sing and you follow his lead.

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starboye · 2 months

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pairing: charles leclerc x male reader

summary: charles come home after a tiring race and just wants some loving from his boyfriend

warnings: smut, mentions of breeding, established relationship

charles opens the door your apartment and throws his bags on the floor "welcome home babe" you say holding your arms out for a hug "hey baby" charles reciprocates tired "you okay" you ask worriedly "yeah just tired" charles says "well how was the race" you ask hoping he won "yeah we won" charles says walking to the living room.

"that's amazing" you cheerily say jumping into charles arms and hugging him tightly "yeah it is" charles chuckles "we should celebrate let's go out to eat" you say happily "I was thinking of another way we could celebrate" charles says grabbing your by the wrist and pulling you into his arms "like how" you ask.

"maybe you and me have some fun" charles hints lightly tugging the hem of your shirt "oh but I thought you were tired" you say biting the bottom of your lip "for you I could do it" charles says "well then you sit back and relax and I'll make you feel all good" you say saying guiding charles onto the couch, he throws his arms over the couch and rest them and sits with his legs open.

you straddle his lap and kiss him eagerly "you can look but don't touch I don't want you to do a thing" you say "I don't know how I'd be able to resist a man as handsome as you" charles says with a grin "you got this" you say moving your kisses to his neck, leaving long wet kisses across his skin along with hickeys.

charles instinctively moves his hands to your waist "ah ah ah no touching" you tut "fine" charles says moving his hands back to their original position, you paw at charles belt before you unclip it and slide it off now unbuttoning his pants "hard as a rock already huh" you say feeling his dick through his pants "always for you" charles replies.

you slowly slide his pants and underwear down before quickly getting up to take them fully off and doing the same to your own before returning to your original position "and already dripping so much" you smile rubbing his precum around his tip "ngh" charles grunts at the feeling.

you kiss charles to silence the groans and light moans from him while both your tongues fight for dominance, you pull back to spit in your hand and lather it over charles cock "can I keep going" you ask "y-yeah" charles stammers fighting the urge to just grab you and fuck you till the sun sets and rises.

you begin stroking his dick in a slow pace "up down up down up down" is all charles can think as he watches your expression light up with each stroke "can you go faster" charles ask with a desperate expression "well I wouldn't wanna ruin your main course now would I" you say "and what would that be" charles asks "my hole" you say with a smirk "sounds delicious, but can we maybe skip the appetizer and get straight to the main course" charles says.

"okay then" you say lifting yourself up and lining his dick up with your entrance before slowly sinking onto it "fuck" charles lowly says at the feeling, you move your hips back and forth as you roll them on charles "yeah baby just like that" charles huffs still trying his best to resist grabbing and plowing you.

"you're so deep in me" you moan "oh yeah" charles says with a raised eyebrow "mhm right here" you say grabbing his hand and placing it over the bulge in your stomach "fuck why can't I touch you baby" charles whines "you've had such a long day and I wanna do all the work instead of you" you say sweetly "this is torture" charles says.

charles watches the bulge admiring how well he's doing while still doing nothing "it looks so good almost like I'm getting you pregnant" charles smiles "I wish you could get me pregnant" you moan "if we tried hard enough we could" charles says "in what wo-" you say before being cut off by a loud moan as charles hits the good spot in you.

"that feel good" charles questions "mhm" you whimper through closed lips before dropping your head onto his shoulder "it feels like you got bigger" you say "or maybe you just got tighter" charles whispers in your ear "m'gonna cum" you say "without even touching your dick" charles says "slut" he continues making you cum in one foul moan.

your load sprays all over charles shirt soaking it with every drop of your cum "look like a design" charles chuckles "shut up" you say "what ever you say baby" charles says kissing your forehead, you look at charles and pull him into a deep kiss before resuming fucking yourself on his dick "please cum I need it" you whimper with your chest firmly placed against his.

"let me touch you" charles asks "yes" you say breathless, charles quickly moves his hands to your waist and pounds you onto his dick as you sit there taking every inch of him "want me to cum inside" he asks with a grunt "yes daddy" you whine.

"nghhh" charles groans out loudly as he cums in you watching as your eyes flutter with the feeling of him filling you up so well "you feels so good" you say with your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck "I could say the same for you" charles says kissing your neck and caressing your back.

"I'm still happy you won your race" you say tracing circles around charles clothed bicep "well this is one of the best gifts I've gotten by far" charles smiles "you're welcome" you smile back.

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 4 months

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Charles Leclerc x male reader

Spectacles

Thought about this like last year, been wanting to write it. I was gonna make it sad cause haven't done one of those in a long time but eh. Enjoy 🫶

Mostly in Charles' pov.

Warning:none

"Chaaaaaarles?"

A shout could be heard from somewhere in the ferrari garage.

"Better see what that's about, Charles, we're done for the day anyway."

Fred told Charles with a smile as he ruffled his hair.

"It's most likely about his glasses."

I said as I took a pair out from my bag.

"Why is it that he always loses his glasses, I'll never know."

Fred said with a questioning look.

"I'm off now, get some rest, winterbreak is just next week, and it's still wedneaday."

He said as he walked away.

"Charles?"

"You lost them again?"

Y/n nodded with a guilty smile.

"Here, I bought another pair incase you lose yours."

"th-this is embarrassing, sorry."

He put them on looking ashamed.

"It's fine, it's probably just in my driver's room."

I said as I took his hand and pulled him with me as I began to walk outside.

"Sorry for losing my glasses all the time."

"Y/n, it's fine, I know once you put them down it's hard to find cause your eyes are so shit."

I said with a laugh as I gripped his hand tighter.

"that's mean."

He pouted.

"Just facts, amour, have you eaten yet?"

I asked as I looked at him, he shook his head no.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know."

"Do you even want to eat?"

I looked at him with a bored look as we approached my car. He shook his head as he gave me a smile.

"You don't have a choice, I know you haven't eaten since lunch, I'm getting you, your favourite."

I gave him a smile as I opened the passenger door for him and closed it after he got in.

"Do you want to stop by anywhere before we go to our room?"

I asked as I started the car and backed out of our parking spot.

"No, I wanna sleep."

"We eat first, then brush our teeth and sleep."

I drove out of the parking lot and placed my hand on his thigh occasionally squeezing.

"Fine."

"You have squishy thighs."

I glanced at him for a moment, seeing him blush and looking down, I chuckled.

"Let's just have our food delivered to our room, we might cause a crowd to form if I get out."

He nodded as I gave his thigh a pat.

After some time we made it in front of our hotel, a valet approached our car, I got out of the car and gave him the key as I opened the passenger door.

"Come on, princess."

I held his hand as he got out and closed the door, we made our way inside the hotel as the valet drove off.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Iced coffee please."

"This late? Are you okay in the head, love?"

I looked at him confused as I stopped walking.

"I like it."

"Fine, but you are going to eat."

"Sure.

We arrived inside our room, he immediately let go of me and jumped on the bed going over to my side and burying his face in my pillow.

"Can you even breathe?"

I sat beside him, petting his hair as I grabbed the hotel phone, getting ready to order our food.

I felt him nod.

"No you can't, come on."

I grabbed his head and put it on my lap as I dialed the front desk, I continued running my fingers through his hair as I ordered our food.

"You really need to eat more."

I worriedly said as I put the phone down, I felt something nudge my hand as I did. Looking over I see a pair of glasses behind the telephone.

"I think I found your glasses, amour."

I laughed softly as I reached over to take the glasses off the table and held it in front of his face.

"Where was it?"

He asked excitedly as he took the glasses from my hand.

"Behind the telephone."

"Ow... I wonder who put that there."

He rolled his eyes as I recalled the events of last night.

"Don't blame me, I was too excited to fuck you."

I laughed.

"You're vulgar."

He blushed as he tried to get up but I held him down by putting my hand on his forehead.

"Stay, it feels nice like this, calm."

He grumbled but obliged, moments passed and we heard a knock on the door.

"Must be our food, I'll get it, stay here."

I gently laid his head on a pillow as I got up and went to the door to get our food.

"Sorry it took a while, the person was a fan."

"No worries, I'm not even hungry."

"Yes you are, now get up and come here on the table and eat before I dragged you here."

I said sternly as I prepared our food.

"Okay, Mother."

"You're childish, hurry up."

"Don't rush me, I still need to put my crocs on."

He slowly slithered off the bed and onto the floor making me roll my eyes.

"Come on, up, up."

I approached him and pulled him up by his hand before carrying him to the chair next to the table.

"Is my iced coffee, here?"

He looked around the table searching for his coffee.

"Eat at least half of your food first before I give it to you."

I waved his beloved coffee in front of him.

"You monster."

He tried to sound menacing.

"Eat."

"Charles?"

He asked as I sat down in front of him.

"Hm?"

"How many pairs of glasses did you buy?"

"why??"

I asked confused.

"just 2, why?"

"Nothing, just asking."

"No it does not mean you can lose your glasses 2 times and just approach me."

I rolled my eyes knowing him too well.

"You're so mean."

"just eat."

———

After eating and he finished his iced coffee, we laid in bed. Just cuddling, me being the big spoon, I buried my face in his hair, taking a deep breath of his shampoo.

"You smell nice."

I mumbled against his hair.

"I know."

"You're so arrogant."

"But you wuv me."

He whined.

"Unfortunately, now g to bed, we need rest, it's 2am."

"Fine...... I love you."

"Love you too, ma lumière."

"Goodnight, Charles."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

#x male reader #x reader #y/n #gay #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #f1 x m!reader #bottom male reader #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc x m!reader #charles leclerc x male reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #formula 1 x m!reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x male reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1

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issdisgrace · 4 months

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RANDOM NSFW THOUGHTS I'VE HAD ABOUT F1 DRIVERS

WARNINGS: Nsfw, read at your own risk, hide your eyes if you a minor, and remember these are just thoughts I had

Lando spread out on a bed. He's sobbing from pure overstimulation, he shooting blanks at this point, but he wants more. He's sobbing for you to continue even though he's spent. It hurts so good he doesn't care.

Tying Charles up and taking photos of him while making fun of him. He looks so pretty, his cock leaking against his stomach, tears forming in his eyes from the humiliation.

Max all pretty in a dress and heels bent over your lap. Dress hiked up, ass red and burning from spanking him.

Cutting Carlos chest and thighs, licking up the blood afterwards. Him arching up into the knife because while it stings you look so fucking hot licking his blood up.

I feel like Logan would like to be called mommy in bed. He doesn't know why there's just something about that title that makes him feel hot and sexy.

George with a medical kink. You playing doctor and him playing patient. And getting him undress under the guise of doing a prostate exam but instead you fuck him and then leave him with your cum leaking out of him.

Breeding Fernando, pumping load after load into him till your shooting blanks. Then pulling out and watching all your cum seep out him and to add to everything taking photos of his fucked out hole.

Oscar purposely sleeping naked so you have easy access to his hole so if you wake up horny you can just fuck him. He also loves waking up to the feeling of your cum in his hole.

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cheesec4kee · 6 months

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they’re just nostalgia ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

you’ve always been the light in charles life. but he knows that if he wants to beat his childhood rival, he’ll have to let you go— even if it’s hard for him, he knows he can’t afford any distractions.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, brief mentions of alcohol, angst-ish ??, use of y/n once, poorly written

[ a/n ] : first time writing angst, so please don’t judge LMAO. based on the song ‘answer’ by Tyler the creator, and I initially wrote this as a joke but I needed something to post so there’s that. . anw hope u enjoy this !! (reblogs very much appreciated btw !!)

⸺ angst under the cut

he fumbled with the keys in his hands, hastily unlocking the door to the apartment that he shared with you. he closed the door quietly, sucking in a breath as he sees you sat on the couch— reading a book.

he’s greeted with a smile, and it nearly broke him. he loves you— he truly does, but not over his dream. to beat his childhood rival. he simply couldn’t let his efforts go of waste.

“how was practice?” you questioned, a soft smile tugging the corner of your lips, as he watched you close your book and set it down beside you on the couch.

“it was.. it was okay.” he mumbled with hands in his pockets as he avoided your gaze. he felt bad. you were everything he ever wanted— he felt stupid for even doing this. for choosing his dream over you.

“hey— uh, I think..”

“I think we should break up,” he murmured, his voice a mere octave above a whisper. shifting his weight from one leg to another uncomfortably, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

you were the light and joy in his life, and he knows it. you’re the only thing he looks forward to seeing after a shitty race, or after a bad qualifying. he’d search for you in the crowd, wanting to engulf himself purely in the warmth you provide.

his words hung in the air, the tension of emotions thick.

“why? what went wrong?” you managed to muster out, your voice coming out shakier than you thought it would be.

he stayed silent for a minute, before clearing his throat— his eyes boring into yours. “I found someone else,” he lies, his gaze softening— but you could tell that it had a distant look, like his mind was wandering elsewhere.

his words were like daggers being thrown on your heart, piercing right through it.

as tears welled up in your eyes, a wave of emotions washed over you. confusion, insecurity, and betrayal. you couldn’t help but start to question your worth to him. did you really mean something to him all this time, or was that all just a lie? you knew Charles was popular among the ladies. he was a good looking man, surrounded with women with scarcely credible beauty.

but you were hoping that the bond you two had was special, that it could resist any temptations you, or Charles had towards any other men or women. Charles was a beacon of light in your life, and you were his. you truly did believe that the connection between you two was strong enough to overcome any obstacles.

with a heavy heart, you knew you had to face the harsh reality of his confession. you knew you had to muster up the strength within you to let him go.

you couldn’t force someone to love you, after all.

“I swear, I loved you at some point but—”

“..I understand.” you cut him off and wiped your tears, swallowing back the tears threatening to spill out.

“I’ll pack my things.”

for the past few days after the breakup, Charles struggled to get rid of the memories that you left in his apartment. he struggled to get rid of the paintings the two of you made for fun, hell— he struggled to change his lock screen which was you.

he kept making excuses, excuses to not remove that little widget in his phone that was a photo of you— the photo he took secretly.

he could only stare at his lock screen, the guilt washing over him whenever he turned on his phone to see you. he could feel the nostalgia, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

he’s standing on the podium, lifting and glancing at the trophy he earned while reminiscing the memories and moments the two of you shared together, he could imagine how proud you would’ve looked at this very moment. he felt stupid for wishing that you were here even though he was the one who broke things off.

winning doesn’t feel the same without you. he misses the way you’d squeeze him so tight when he won, the heat radiating off of you— he doesn’t feel as happy as he usually would. it felt like that winning simply wasn’t worth it without you there to congratulate him.

he has the urge to message you. to ask you how you’ve been, if you were doing much better without him, but he knew he couldn’t. not after what he did to you.

he walks off the podium, his clothes reeking of champagne as he heads to the garage— before noticing his teammate, a wide smile on his face as he comes to congratulate him.

“you did well out there,” Carlos grins, wrapping a arm around Charles shoulder, squeezing him slightly.

Charles simply smiles, muttering a quiet ‘thanks’— though Carlos knows something was up. it was obvious for everyone that Charles seemed odd, seemed distant.

“you’re not gonna tell y/n about this?” he questions, raising an eyebrow as he pulls his arm away, noticing how stiff Charles was despite managing to win first after a while.

Charles stays quiet for a minute, before responding, “I’d call them, but—” Charles pauses, sucking in a breath and glancing at his teammate, before adverting his gaze elsewhere.

“they’re just nostalgia.”

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ghostking4m · 6 months

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Can we please talk about the lack of f1 fics for male (or ftm) readers.

i’m so down for this! it needs to be discussed more! I’m fully aware that there are more writers for male readers in the f1 community now, but it’s still the underrepresentation that we struggle with in almost every social media platform, particularly within fan fiction.

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its-ares · 3 months

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— Ballad of Us

"Are you ready, mon chéri?". You sit next to Charles on the couch, everything is ready on his phone to publish your song together and your relationship. Your heart is racing with excitement, but Charles' smile calms you down. You squeeze his arm, "Yes, I'm ready." Charles grins broadly and presses the publish button. "I love you, mon chéri," Charles says and kisses you passionately.

Within the next few minutes, you get hundreds of notifications on Twitter and Instagram. The fans were all over the place, some trying to find out the timeline of your relationship, which you both find very funny. There were no signs that you two were a couple, no one noticed or ever thought that Charles was with a man.

You answer your families' messages in the group chat, your heart swells with love and you kiss Charles lovingly. "I would like to come to your race this weekend, I'm ready," you announce and Charles hugs you tightly. "Thank you mon cœur, you have no idea how much this means to me." You are ready to show the world how much you love Charles, the song was just the beginning, you think, and you smile at the thought of what is still to come.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐱

You cry when you see Charles cross the finish line. Your families hug you and you see Charles coming towards you. He hugs you and you kiss him passionately. "I'm so happy for you," you whisper and Charles gently wipes away your tears. Your boyfriend hugs you tightly one more time before he goes back to his team. He deserves to celebrate, Pascale hugs you and you laugh. Today is a magical day.

You celebrate Charles' victory until late at night and eventually you end up on a small boat. The lights of Monaco glitter on the water, Charles is at the helm and you hug your boyfriend from behind. "I'm so proud of you, je t'aime." Charles smiles and you kiss his cheek. At some point Charles stops the boat and pulls out his phone, he opens Spotify and you hear the first sounds of your song. You laugh as Charles offers you his hand and you dance tightly embraced and look deep into each other's eyes.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

In the quiet moments, hearts combust, This Ballad of Us, built on trust. Your love, my haven, warm and bright, In your arms, everything's right.

#charles leclerc x male reader #f1 x male reader #formula 1 x male reader #charles leclerc #formula 1 #ares fluffy works ☁️

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gogoconveniencestore · 2 months

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Lovin' Me Pt. 1

NOTE: This is texts again, just me being a little silly. Also pls pls pls pls pls send requests 😘😘😘also lmk if yall f w the changing images depending on song

KINDA FREAKY ON LANDOS BTW

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG AND IS A 2 PART STORY I JUST FELT BAD ABOUT TAKING SO LONG!!!!!!!!!

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, texts

Now Playing: Lovin' Me - FIFTY FIFTY

Description: He misses you so much and now he's sick!? Of course it's the one time you're visiting family and he couldn't come because of a race.

Anything not English is google translated so sorry if its wrong!

MORE COMING SOON!

PT1 CONTAINING: Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen

PT2 CONTAINING: Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Logan Sargeant, Kimi Antonelli, Arthur Leclerc, Ollie Bearman, Paul Aron

Oscar Piastri:

Charles Leclerc: (i forgor to give the english translation soz)

Lando Norris:

Max Verstappen:

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iheartmonaco · 3 months

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Calling them "bro"

🔸 F1 Drivers X Male Reader (Can be taken as Gender Neutral too, only mentioned 'boyfriend' in Charles'

🔸inc.: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel

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faithshouseofchaos · 12 days

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Faith, faith, faith i just got the greatest idea for a part 2 for The It Boy.

Ok so male reader had to have had previous partners and their all on nice terms because while they loved (and still love) reader he just had to much love to give to one person and so they felt it was suffocating thinking he was being kind clingy asked him to tone down the clingyness but readers confused because he gives this amount of love to his family and they dont have a problem with it and so he does tone it down but then it feels like he's not putting in the effort when in reality he's doing everything possible to make them feel comfortable so relationship ends on previous partner figureing out that they just cant take on readers love by themself, oscar on the other hand figures this out pretty quickly (i mean come on reader hasnt stopped looking at him like he made the universe) and decides to talk with logan (since he's bestfriends with both male reader and oscar) and logan tell him to try a polyamorous relationship, as logan has given this advice to all of male readers previous partners and none wanted to share him. So oscar goes about ask two other drivers if theyd like to be in the relationship with him and reader (charles would jump at the chance and max probably would have herad it from him before oscar had a chance to ask someone else), and so they sit reader down and explain that no, Oscar doesnt want to break up with you, no, your not to clingy and a plathora of other self-deprecating questions male reader has about himself and then they actually explain whats going on, from there it could go on to smut/or it could go on to reader accidently reveling his relationship with all of them when doing media or just straight up kissing them and beinh cought on camera.

“Together” — poly!Verlecstri x male!reader

Part two of the It boy

Word count 3.1k

@crispysoup318

Y/n had an abundance of love to offer, perhaps too much for one person to accept, leading to his ex-partners breaking up with him and labeling him as clingy. Y/n's previous partners often felt overwhelmed by his affection and would request for him to dial it back and not be as clingy. This left him puzzled because he loved all his exes with the same intensity as he loved his family, and they were okay with it. Even y/n's best friend Logan didn't have an issue with it, so why did his exes?

Despite the mixed signals and conflicting expectations, Logan had a proposal: what if y/n tried a polyamorous relationship? Logan had suggested this to all of y/n's previous partners, but they'd all rejected the idea. This had given Logan a glimpse into male readers’ dating struggles and the way love was handled in their relationship.

Oscar, being best friends with both male reader and Logan, decided to take Logan's advice into consideration. He approached two other drivers, Charles and Max, and proposed the idea of being in a polyamorous relationship with male reader. Charles was immediately intrigued, but Max had already gotten wind of it from Charles beforehand.

Thus, Oscar, Charles, and Max sat down with male reader and began to unravel the complexities of the situation. They reassured him that Oscar didn't want to break up with him, they didn't find him too clingy, and other self-deprecating notions male readers had about himself.

Oscar, Max, and Charles sat across from y/n sat in y/n’s living room room. The air was filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. They had come to a decision, and it was time to share it.

"We have something to discuss with you,"Oscar began, his voice gentle and sincere. "We've been thinking about this for a while."

Max chimed in, his usual confident demeanor slightly tinged with vulnerability. "We've talked about it amongst ourselves, and we think there might be a way for all of us to be together, if you're open to it."

Y/n's heart raced in his chest. He hadn't expected this conversation, but the words left him curious and a bit bewildered. "A polygon relationship?"

Y/n's mind swirled with questions and confusion. How would this even work? Could they make it work? And what about the potential challenges that came with such an unconventional arrangement?

Oscar reached out to take y/n's hand, his touch instantly providing a sense of comfort. "We understand that this is a lot to take in. It's not a decision to be made lightly."

"But we care about you and we care about each other," Max added, his voice firm yet tender. "We believe that this can work, if we're all willing to communicate, compromise, and be respectful of each other's feelings." Charles nodded in agreement, adding his own reassurance. "We've thought about this thoroughly. We want to make it work, and we're willing to put in the effort to make sure everyone's needs are met."

Y/n listened intently, trying to process the information. He glanced between the three men, noting the sincerity in their expressions and the determination in their eyes.

"Why? Why are you suggesting this?" Y/n finally asked, his voice revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Oscar and Max exchanged a meaningful glance, silently communicating with each other before Oscar spoke.

"We see you. We see your love, your affection, your kindness. And we don't want you to feel like you have to suppress a part of yourself," Oscar began, his voice filled with conviction. "We don't want you to feel like you have to hold back or that we can't handle the fullness of your love."

Max chimed in, his words steady and sincere. "Being with you, seeing you love so deeply, has made us realize that there's more to love than what society often portrays."

Charles nodded, adding his own perspective. "We want to explore something different, something less rigid. And we think this could be an opportunity for all of us to grow and discover new aspects of ourselves."

Y/n's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to their words. There was a part of him that felt a glimmer of hope, a flicker of curiosity. But there were still doubts and fears lingering at the edges of his mind. "But what if it doesn't work? What if it leads to jealousy or resentment?" he voiced his concerns.

Oscar squeezed y/n's hand gently, offering reassurance. "We can't guarantee that it will be smooth sailing all the time. Relationships are complex, and there will be challenges."

Max chimed in, his voice confident. "But we're willing to communicate openly, address any jealousy or insecurities as they come up, and constantly work to maintain trust and respect within the relationship."

Charles nodded in agreement, his expression earnest. "We won't be perfect, but we're committed to trying our best. And we believe that with open communication, understanding, and patience, we can make this work."

Y/n soaked in their words, his thoughts and emotions swirling within him like a whirlwind. The idea was unconventional, but there was a sense of truth to what they were saying. He felt a pang of longing in his chest - the desire to love them all without holding back.

"I... I need some time to think," y/n said finally, his voice a whisper.

The three men nodded, understanding his need for space to process their proposal. Oscar gave his hand one last squeeze before letting go, Max offering a reassuring smile, and Charles gently touched y/n's arm in a gesture of support.

"Take all the time you need," Max said, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation.

"We'll be here when you're ready to talk again," Charles added, his gaze warm and comforting.

Oscar's eyes met y/n's once more, his expression a mix of hope and patience. "We're here for you. No matter what you decide."

Y/n sat there in silence for a while, his mind replaying the conversation over and over again. He felt a tangle of emotions within him - uncertainty, curiosity, excitement, fear. The proposal was unexpected, but the idea of being able to express his love freely with them all was undeniably tantalizing.

Taking a deep breath, y/n stood up from the couch and began pacing around the room, trying to make sense of his thoughts. He knew he needed time to process everything, to weigh the potential benefits against the challenges that lay ahead. As y/n walked back and forth, questions swirled through his mind like a whirlwind. Could he handle the complexities of a polyamorous relationship? Would jealousy or resentment eventually tear them apart? Was it even worth the risk?

But amidst the doubts and concerns, there was also a spark of excitement. The thought of loving them all without holding back, of experiencing a love that transcended traditional boundaries, was both thrilling and terrifying.

Y/n came to a stop by the window, watching the world go by outside as he grappled with his thoughts. He knew he needed to be honest with himself and make a decision that felt right for him.

And so y/n spent the next few days lost in thought, considering the proposal from all angles and trying to determine what his heart truly desired. He thought about his feelings for each one of them, the depth and intensity of his love. He considered the potential challenges, the jealousy and the compromise, but he also imagined the possibilities, the freedom and the joy of being able to express his love openly and without restraint.

Y/n felt a connection to each one of them - Oscar's down-to-earth nature, Max's relentless drive on the track, and Charles' effortless charm. He loved the way Oscar made him feel safe and comfortable, the way Max challenged him to grow and the way Charles could make his heart race simply by walking into a room. Y/n also remembered the moments of connection they've shared – the laughter, the late-night conversations, the stolen glances. He thought about how different each of them made him feel, yet how all of them left him with a deep sense of fulfillment and happiness.

And suddenly it hit him. He realized that his heart was truly torn. Each of them had a piece of his heart, each of them brought something unique and special. The idea of losing any of them, of having to choose, filled him with an ache that spread to his very bones. Y/n knew he couldn't imagine waking up without Oscar's comforting embrace, without Max's competitive banter, or without Charles' sweet words of affection. The thought of having to make a choice felt like a knife to his heart.

The next few days passed in a blur of contemplation and introspection. Y/n went about his daily routine, but his mind was constantly occupied with the proposal and the feelings he harbored for the three men. He tried to imagine what life would be like if he said yes – the shared moments, the intimate connections, the love that would know no bounds. But he also imagined the potential hardships – the jealousy, the challenges of balancing multiple relationships, the risk of it all falling apart.

As the days continued to pass, y/n found himself torn between the potential risks and rewards of entering a polyamorous relationship. He had spent many sleepless nights considering every aspect, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Finally, after several days of internal battle, y/n came to a decision. Taking a deep breath, y/n picked up his phone and sent a group message to Oscar, Max, and Charles, asking for a meetup. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he waited for their replies.

One by one, they responded, all agreeing to meet at y/n's place in the evening. The rest of the day passed excruciatingly slow, each minute feeling like an hour as y/n anticipated their arrival. That evening, when each of them had arrived and were seated in his living room, y/n took a deep breath and spoke, his voice steady but nervous. "I've thought a lot about your proposal. And I've come to a decision."

The three men sat in silence, their eyes trained on y/n, their faces a mix of anticipation and nerves. They waited anxiously for him to continue. Y/n took another deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he said, "I've decided...that I want to give this a try. I want to be with all of you."

A mixture of surprise, relief, and joy flickered across Oscar, Max, and Charles' faces. They exchanged glances, silently communicating their feelings, before turning their attention back to y/n. Max was the first to speak. "Are you sure, y/n? Are you completely sure about this?"

Y/n nodded, a small but determined smile on his face. "I'm sure. I care about all of you deeply, and I don't want to hold back my love anymore. I want to give all of you the love and affection you deserve."

Max chimed in, his voice firm but gentle. "We all need to be completely open and honest with each other. Communication will be key to keep this relationship healthy and respectful for all involved."

Oscar nodded, his expression grave, aware of what lay ahead. "We need to prioritize each other's needs, support each other no matter what, and be willing to work through any problems that may arise."

Y/n looked at each of them, his eyes filled with determination. "I know it won't be easy. But I believe in us. I believe that we can make this work if we're committed to each other and to this relationship." The other three men exchanged glances once again, a silent understanding passing between them. They knew there would be obstacles and difficult moments ahead, but they also knew that their feelings for y/n were genuine and profound.

Over the following weeks, y/n, Max, Charles, and Oscar had numerous discussions and established rules and boundaries for their relationship.

One of the most important aspects they agreed on was communication. They made it a priority to regularly check in with each other, discussing their feelings, concerns, and expectations. They also committed to being honest about any jealousy or insecurity that might arise.

Another crucial element of their relationship was time management. They knew that spending quality time together as a group and individually was essential. They established a rotating schedule to ensure that each of them got enough attention and affection from each other.

Despite these agreements, there were challenges that came with the new dynamic. It wasn't always smooth sailing - there were moments of jealousy, moments when it was difficult to balance each other's needs, and moments when one of them felt like they weren't receiving enough attention.

However, just as they had promised each other, they worked through these challenges, relying on consistent communication and compromise. They reminded each other that their love for one another was worth battling through these obstacles, and eventually, they found a rhythm that worked for all of them. They discovered that while spending time together as a group was important, they each also found joy in their one-on-one time with y/n. It provided a space for intimacy, for more personal conversations, and for the unique bond that each of them had with y/n to flourish.

They learned to support and comfort each other when one of them was feeling down or insecure, whether it was Oscar feeling frustrated after a race, Max pushing himself too hard physically, Charles dealing with the pressure of expectation, or y/n feeling overwhelmed with the weight of balancing their relationship with his other responsibilities.

Despite having other things in their lives - racing, training, media duties, and personal pursuits - they made sure to prioritize their time with each other. They scheduled regular dates and outings to keep the spark alive, they spent lazy Sunday afternoons lounging around at Oscar's flat, they celebrated each other's victories, and they consoled each other in defeat.

As time went on, it became clear to each of them that their relationship wasn't just about physical intimacy or emotional support – it was about the connection they had with each other and with y/n. It was about trust, understanding, and a deep, profound love that bound them together.They found joy in the little things - sharing breakfasts in the mornings, holding hands in public, surprising each other with small gestures, and even playful banter during the day. And though they had their fair share of ups and downs, they always found their way back to each other.

Over time, they noticed their friends and colleagues becoming more openly accepting of their relationship. While some raised an eyebrow or asked questions at first, they soon saw the genuine love and happiness between y/n, Max, Charles, and Oscar, and they gradually came to accept their choice with respect and support.

It was after a race, the adrenaline still surging through y/n's veins. The three men were standing together, celebrating a well-deserved victory.

As the camera panned over the celebrating team, y/n's eyes fixed on Oscar first. Without thinking, he reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Next, he turned to Max and did the same, a wide grin on his face. And finally, he couldn't resist grabbing a hold of Charles' hand, pulling him close and kissing him on the lips in front of the entire world.

The world froze in shock as the sight of y/n openly kissing all three of the men spread quickly across social media. Fans and spectators were left stunned, their minds trying to process what they had just witnessed. Within minutes, the kiss was the top trending topic on social media. The reactions were mixed – some fans were shocked, some supportive, and others upset. The world media was ablaze with headlines about y/n's unconventional relationship.

The racing community was abuzz with gossip and speculation. Fellow drivers couldn't help but discuss the surprising revelation, while reporters from all over the world were clamoring for a statement from y/n and the men involved.

As the news spread like wildfire, the men were left trying to deal with the storm of attention and public opinion. They had predicted that their relationship would eventually become public but hadn't foreseen it happening in such a public and dramatic way. They knew they would have to deal with the aftermath, face media scrutiny, and respond to the public's relentless curiosity. But for now, they were left to process this unexpected turn of events, their hearts pounding with a mixture of shock, excitement, and anxiety.

When the adrenaline started to wear off, they retreated to the safety of their hotel room, away from the prying eyes of the media. There, they huddled together, trying to make sense of what just happened.

“What did I do?” Y/n asked when the reality of the situation came to him. Max chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You just kissed us all on camera. I think the whole world has seen it by now."

Charles chuckled too, but it was tinged with a hint of worry. "Yeah, you kind of let the cat out of the bag there, y/n." Oscar ruffled y/n's hair, a smile on his face. "You couldn't resist, could you?"

Y/n groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I don't know what came over me. I just… I couldn't help it."

Max patted him on the back. "It's done now. There's no going back. We just have to face the consequences." Charles chimed in, "But you know what? It's almost a relief, in a way. No more hiding, living in secrecy. We're out in the open now."

Oscar nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's out there. We'll have to deal with all the media shitstorm, but we're in this together. We'll face it as a team." Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. "What are they going to say? What are people going to think?"

Max shrugged. "There will be all kinds of opinions and reactions. Some will be positive, some will be negative. But the people who matter, the ones who truly care about us, they'll understand and support us."

Charles laid a comforting hand on y/n's leg. "We'll get through this together. We've been through rougher races, right?" Y/n smiled weakly, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Yeah, we have. And we always pulled through. So we'll do it again, right?"

Oscar reached for y/n's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Damn right. We're in this together."

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leosxrealm · 8 months

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003 — ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ

★— pairing(s): Max Verstappen x Male! Leclerc! Reader

★— warning(s): none!! possible grammar mistakes, hints of angst

★— (a/n): idk a lot about modeling either so i just made up what i think would happen there. we're finally building up the plot (barely started), not proofread!

★— character information | series masterlist

19-22

September 3, 2019

"Tilt your head to the right... just a bit... yeah, just like that." You did as you were told. You hear the sound of the camera and the lights flashing. The photographer takes another quick shot.

The director goes to check the pictures that were taken recently. The photographer gives you a quick nod, a little something he does to indicate he liked the pictures.

"Okay everyone!" the director claps his hands to get everyone's attention, "15-minute break, and then we do the last shoot for the day!"

There was a chorus of sighs of relief from everyone around you. It looks like everyone else couldn't wait to leave the studio either.

You return to the changing rooms along with a few of your coworkers. You had gotten to know some of them over the past few months and could now confidently call them your friends.

You pick up your phone from your makeup station. Opening it, you see a couple of texts from your friends and brothers. Clicking open your brother's contact, you answer his recent messages.

"Tell him to come up," another model who you've befriended said, looking over your shoulder. "Is that even allowed?" you ask. He had been in the industry for far longer than you; he was sort of like an upperclassman to you.

"Friends and families come to shoots all the time," he said emphasizing the word 'all', "Usually you have to get permission and stuff but it's the end of the shoot. Nobody has enough energy to care."

"Oh."

He pats you on the shoulder, getting up from the chair beside yours, "You will have to go downstairs to get them. The security won't let them through." "Thanks, mate," you call after him, he throws a lazy smile your way, disappearing into one of the changing stalls.

"Uh...you guys can sit on the couches over there," you say pointing to the couches near the makeup stations, "and we have snacks over there," you say pointing to the opposite side of the couches, "and right next to that, we have refrigerators. Help yourself with the drinks."

You show your brother around for a bit before settling on the makeup station with your name on it. Your makeup artist gets to work immediately, getting you ready for the last shoot, when you hear your name being called. You let out an exhale, mentally preparing yourself for the last of the shoot.

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"Damnnnn... you're actually good at something," Arthur says, chuckling at his own little joke. "At least I look natural," you retort back, earning a punch on the arm from your twin.

"I look natural in my photos," he says back defensively, looking at Charles for some kind of reaffirmation. Charles turns his head, deciding not to comment on his younger brother's awkward poses for photoshoots. You snicker at your older brother's reaction, earning a smack on the back of your head from your twin.

"Okay... Are you two hungry? What do you want to eat?" Charles finally intervenes, before you two decide to start a full-on brawl. "Man...," you whine out, "I'm starving."

"Me too," Arthur adds with a scowl. "We couldn't even get food because someone," he gives you a stink eye, "can't even finish up by the time they said they would."

You roll your eyes at him, ready to retort back when Charles' car comes into view. "I call shotgun!" you say, running towards the car. "Bitch-" Arthur runs to catch up, leaving Charles behind. Charles shakes his head, long given up on you two. Freaking kids, he thinks.

You look in the rearview mirror, at Arthur's scowling face. He scoffs looking out the window, still pissy about having to sit in the back. You laugh at him (again), resulting in him kicking your seat. Charles finally decides to cut in before the two of you destroy his baby.

Charles mentally celebrates when the restaurant comes into view. At least he won't have to worry about his baby getting destroyed for another hour or two. He sighs once again, pushing the both of you inside. Freaking kids, he thinks (once again).

"Oh yeah, what happened to that girl you were dating?" Arthur asks just as you were about to bite into your food.

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18-21

You raised your hand, ready to press the doorbell, before lowering it back again. Taking a deep breath, you ring the doorbell. You cleared your throat while waiting for the door to open. Hearing the door open, you look up.

Max sucks in a deep breath, not expecting to come face-to-face with you. Is that a suit you're wearing? Are those flowers in your hands? "Wha-what are you doing here?" He questions you, suddenly remembering how to speak.

"Oh... Um... I'm here for-" you begin to say before stopping abruptly. You look up suddenly, and Max thinks it's to look at him, but instead, you look behind him. The corners of your lips lift up into a soft smile.

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charles-leclercs-future-husband · 11 months

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The Best Birthday Ever

Charles Leclerc x male reader

Look, I know there are probably a shit ton of birthday fics for Charles, but this one is for the gays (mostly me)

Warning: Smut

“Are you ready to go?” I ask Charles, standing in the bedroom door opening. “Yeah, if you could just help me tie my tie?” I walk up to him and wrap the tie around his neck. “You look so beautiful, you know that?” I ask him as I tie the tie. He blushes and giggles softly. “I do know actually, because you tell me that at least ten times a day…” When I’m done I give him a soft kiss and grab his hand. “Alright, let’s go Mr. Birthday-man.” We leave his apartment and drive to the nicest restaurant in town. In the car, Charles turns to me and says: “You know, I’m really happy to be spending my birthday with you…I just want you to know that.” I grab his knee and squeeze it softly. “And I’m really happy that you want to spend it with me” I reply. We arrive at the restaurant and I’m about to get out of the car, but notice Charles isn’t. I close my door again and turn to face him. “Charles, you okay?” I ask, concerned. Charles stares at his feet. “It’s just…It’s the first time we’re going out together, after we came out. I’m just a bit nervous, I think…” I grab his chin and turn his head to face me. “I know, baby, but remember when we talked about this? Remember what I said?” Charles looks at me with a slight smile. “You said that you love me, and I love you, and the rest doesn’t matter…” He lets out a sigh and blinks. “I guess you’re right…I shouldn’t care about what other people will think. I love you.” I rub his cheek. “I love you too, Charles…” I kiss him on his cheek. “...and I’m proud of you. Are you okay to go now?” He nods and opens his car door. I do the same and we exit the car and enter the restaurant to have Charles’ birthday dinner.

After a few hours we return to his apartment. While he takes off his tie I wrap my arms around his waist. I rub my nose against his jaw and whisper: “I think I know the perfect way to end your birthday…” I take the tie out of his hand and slowly cover his eyes with it, and tie it at the back of his head. “Just follow my lead, baby…” I say as I grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom. I slowly push him on the bed and climb on top of him as I take off my button-up. I lean down and start kissing him slowly. He puts his hands on my waist and starts feeling up my body. With my tongue, I ask permission to enter, which he gives me, and I start exploring his mouth. My hands run through his beautiful soft hair. I pull away and move to his jaw and his neck. Soft moans escape his mouth as his hands are still on my body. “You’re so beautiful, Charles. My beautiful baby boy…” I whisper in his ear while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Moving down, I start leaving kisses all over his toned chest. Charles lets out another moan as my tongue brushes over his nipple. I start to softly suck on his nipple, while I play with his other nipple and Charles puts his hand on my head. “Please don’t stop…” he says, sighing. While still sucking on his nipple, I move one of my hands to his bulge and I start massaging it softly. Charles’ moans become louder and more frequent. I move away from his nipples, leaving kisses on his stomach while going down. I remove his belt and undo his pants. He lifts up from the bed slightly, so I can take them off and then I take off my own pants. I lean back down and start placing kisses on the inside of his thighs. “Please, can you suck me off?” he pleads. I start placing kisses on his clothed tip. “Everything the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy receives” I say as I pull down his boxers and his length jumps up. I lick my lips at the sight of it, as if I’m seeing it for the first time. Precum is already leaking and I softly lick it up. More moans come out of Charles’ mouth. “You taste so good baby, like always…” I say as I take his cock in my mouth. Charles lets out a deep sigh as I do, which makes me want his cock even more. I start slowly bobbing my head while gently massaging his balls. Charles' breath quickens as he puts his hand on my head to push it further down his dick. “I…I’m so close…Please make me cum…” he cries. I quicken my pace and move my hand from his balls to his shaft, sending him over the edge. I feel the warm liquid in my throat and keep moving until he is completely finished. I pull away and lay down beside him while covering ourselves with the blanket. After I uncover his eyes, I kiss his forehead. “I love you so much baby.” He leans down to kiss my chest and lays his head on it. “I love you too…Thank you for giving me the best birthday ever…”

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gayf1hoe · 1 month

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Turn 7 Nightamres

Scenario: Y/N has a serious crash that sends immediate flashback of Jules to Charles.

My favourite track has always been Suzuka but I think that has something to do with the fact that I love Japan itself and as I spent my childhood racing career being endorsed by Honda I spent a lot of time in Japan and surrounded by Japanese culture so I guess I've just become accustomed to it.

There is only light rain falling on track so my car is fitted with slick tyres which will either be a massive mistake or a massive success depending on how certain parts of the track are.

“Are you ready?” Charles says snapping me out of my pre race thoughts.

Despite racing for Ferrari he doesn't seem to mind standing under my bright orange McLaren umbrella that the team have given me for no reason.

“As ready as I could be I guess and you?”

“Ready as always”

Everyone thought me and Charles dating would never last long but 3 years on we are still going strong despite everything we have been through. My engineer comes over and tells me I have to get in my car so I say goodbye to Charles and wish him luck.

I'm starting P11 today as I was the fastest in quarrying yesterday but had a 10 place grid penalty for replacing something on my car. I have the home hero Yuki Tsunoda next to me on P10 and we give each other a little wave.

Charles is on pole today so he's quite a way in front of me, it's probably the furthest we have been from each other both in the race and in person in 3 years. We have basically been joined at the hip since we first met and started dating.

The usual feeling of adrenaline kicks in the second the 5 lights go out and it eradicates any sense of nerves I was feeling less than 2 seconds ago.

The first laps are going well and I have made up 2 places, and I now have Kevin behind me and he's getting really close and he accidentally or purposefully hits my rear and the next thing I hear my engineer say is:

“Puncture. Box, Box.”

Thankfully it happens right next to the pit entry so I dive into the pits and get a fresh set of tyres and go back out on track. I emerge back in P16 in front of Pierre and get to work again. But the rain is increasing more and more by the second.

I push the car well beyond its limits to make up some places and I manage to get up to P12 by lap 23 but the rain is increasing, my trick has been not putting my foot on the brake at all really until the last millisecond.

I approach turn 7 at 300kph when the typical approach to turn 7 is 280 Kph and I don't realise how much the racing line has become saturated with water and the next thing I know as I'm trying to decelerate I'm seeing the track from the air and that's where everything turns into darkness.

Charles POV:

“Red Flag. Red Flag. Delta positive.”

These words aren't much of a surprise as the track has been getting wet so I assume someone somewhere is stuck in the gravel trap.

“What's happened?” I ask.

“Y/N has had quite a big shunt in turn 7”

“What! Is he OK?”

“We are unsure his car his upside down and we haven't heard anything on the radio”

The second I hear that It floods my brain with memories of Jules. He crashed on the same track at the same corner in the same conditions.

“Charles please come into the pit lane and leave a 5 metre gap to the car in front”

“I'm not coming into the pit lane”

“Charles if you don't you will be fined and may be banned from participating in the restart”

“I don't care about that”

I arrive at turn 7 and I freeze. I see a bright orange McLaren upside down with parts of it scattered around. I turn off my car and sprint over.

I arrive just as the stewards and medical team are turning the car back on it's right side. I try to help but one of the stewards pushes me away. When the car is back on its right side I run over to the cockpit and lean in to try and get Y/N to respond, but his eyes are shut and his visor is shattered. I can see a small slither of crimson red blood falling by his eye.

The medic asks me to move out of the way and they begin to lift him from the car and place him on a stretcher. I jump in the back of the ambulance and immediately grab a hold of Y/N's hand and it's surprisingly warm despite the cold and wet conditions he had been racing in. They eventually pull off his helmet, as he has become a little more coherent. When the helmet comes off we can see he has a slight cut above his eyebrow where his visor snapped and scratched him but other than that he looks fine.

As we arrive at the medical centre he has started talking and is saying that he's fine and keeps on trying to move but it only results in him whining in agony.

“I'm fine you are all fussing over nothing” he says as the doctor attempts to take his blood pressure.

“Y/N we are going to take you to hospital for some scans to check for any internal injuries”

One of the doctors pulls me aside and tells me that he should be fine but as a precaution Y/N is going to have some scans. Meanwhile I tell the FIA I'm not interested in being at the restart and instead I'm going with Y/N. Ferrari didn't try and stop me because they knew nothing would stop me.

I feel relieved that he's fine and being his usual self, but I know he's still not out of the woods just yet.

I think it's safe to say me and turn 7 don't have the best history.

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