#brocedes smut

[orgasming-caterpillar]

And It's Too Cold//It's Too Cold

Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg | Angst | Smut | 1695 words | on ao3 | in Google Docs

Songfic Based On: Sweater Weather, The NBHF

Nico was in the cooldown room when it happened. Towel in hand, he was wiping the cold droplets trickling down his torso when Lewis burst open the door. (They didn't even use the cooldown room at the same time anymore.)

“Nico.”

The name left his teammate's mouth for the first time in weeks. Nico's throat didn't have to tighten like that— he wasn't going to speak anyway.

“I need to talk to you,” Lewis said, something desperate in his voice that Nico wasn't sure was real.

All I am is a man

Nico’s words were careful, deliberately stern. “What do you want, Lewis?”

I want the world in my hands

“To talk to you- about the race.” Abu Dhabi. 2016. “You won. Congratulations. I still won the championship.”

That seemed to snap something inside Lewis. In a swift motion, he lunged at Nico. But his childhood friend was much too familiar with his tactics, he knew about his speedy attacks and had swift reflexes to match. All those teenage years spent wrestling on hotel beds weren't for nothing.

“I don't fucking care!” Lewis shouted, his collar grasped in Nico's hands, Nico pushed all up against the wall. “I don't fucking care that I won the race!”

“You seemed to care a fuck lot about it on the track, mate,” Nico spat.

Lewis jerked his shoulders, hitting his head on the wall in the process. “Why can't you see, Nico?! Why can't you understand? I can't take this anymore.”

I hate the beach

But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

“Take what, Lewis? Because all I've been doing this year is take and take and fucking take. You haven't taken shit compared to what you've put me through.” His eyes were burning now. He needed Lewis out of here.

“I can't take this— you pretending I don't exist. I will take the accidents and the crashes and the goddamn fistfights, but I can't,” —his voice broke, eyes welling up, and Nico had the urge to wipe them before any tears fell— “I can't take this, Nico.”

Use the sleeves of my sweater

“You really think you're the only one suffering? How self centred, how typical of you, Lewis.”

Let's have an adventure

“...What?”

“You think this doesn't hurt me? this non stop fighting and competition, and never making up? Open your fucking eyes. I don't like this any more than you do.”

Lewis' hands dropped from his shoulders, chest heaving. The air between them was electric, too dangerous to breathe in.

Head in the clouds but my gravity centered

“Then why do you do it?” It was the smallest voice Nico had ever heard.

Because it's better than admitting the truth. Because it has less consequences than saying 'I love you.' “Because you started it.”

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

Dark eyes trailed from his wet hair to the damn skin of his torso, not in a lewd way, but like a man recalling all that he has to lose. When he looked back up, there was a hope in his eyes that Nico couldn't bear looking at. “And will you stop if I stop?”

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

This was a terrible idea from the beginning. The Karting, the trip to Greece, the ride-or-die friendship, all of it— terrible.

Oh, she knows what I think about

“Stop fucking thinking so much, Nico, it can't get worse than this.”

It really couldn't.

And what I think about

The answer came in the form of a desperate hand grabbing the back of Lewis’ head to bring him closer.

It was a gunshot, the way their lips met each other's. It was the sweet shock of love after a lifetime of yearning. It was like their first sip of too-strong whiskey at fourteen, knowing they've crossed a line they can never go back to.

One love, two mouths

Lewis’ surprise melted into eagerness in a split second. Nico tilted his head and grabbed his bicep. Lewis had grabbed Nico's face with both hands like he was something dear and precious.

It really was a terrible idea, and nothing could ever fix it; but if they were going to burn they'd go down singing in the flames.

One love, one house

“Take off your shirt,” he grunted. Lewis obeyed.

Smooth brown skin burned under Nico's freezing palms. He grabbed a handful of the pecs, moaning into the kiss.

No shirt, no blouse

“Is this—” Lewis pushed him away. God give him dignity, Nico almost whined. “Is this a confession thing? Or a goodbye thing? Because I have no idea what I'll do with a goodbye fuck.”

Just us, you find out

Nico had no idea either. He didn't want to leave Lewis. But for now, the only thing on his mind was the throbbing heart under his hand. They were here. ‘Leaving’ seemed like something out of a hazy dream. “I don't know.”

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

Lewis had this look on his face— like he wanted to run away but his feet wouldn't take him. Nico wanted to tell him that there was nothing he could have done to change anything. There was nothing that could have ended up with them anywhere other than where they are. He didn't say anything.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Do you really? Or is this another game?” Yes, Nico wanted to yell. He knew what Hamilton was asking. 'Do you really love me?’ and he wanted to yell, Yes, yes, yes. I do love you. I do. I'm sorry. All he could do was nod.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Lewis put a hand on his cheek, kissing him again. Only this time it was so much more gentle, yet hurt so much more. Somewhere in his subconscious Lewis seemed to have realised that this was probably the first and last time they will ever do this; and he did it like he wanted to remember.

And if I may just take your breath away

There was so much Nico wanted to say, and he couldn't say any of it. He wanted to scream.

We will never be the same again, he wanted to say. I will never love another like you. A moan. You've destroyed all that I was. A sigh. Do not destroy what I am. Hands caressed his body, so soft it was painful. Build me a pyre, and I'll still whisper your name as I burn. A prayer. I love y—

“How do you want this?” Lewis whispered, hands working him out of his pants.

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Nico grabbed his shoulders, using the stability of Lewis’ hands on his thighs to wrap his legs around his waist. He relished in the way Lewis groaned, he would never hear it ever again.

Sometimes the silence guides a mind

To move to a place so far away

Lewis was gentle, so gentle. They both loved like an ocean. With Nico it was a tsunami; desire coursing through his veins as he groped, wrecked, swallowed everything that came in his way. And with Lewis it was this; sweet, gentle and relentless like moonlit waves in the darkest hours of the night. What choice did either have but to drown?

The goosebumps start to raise

“More,” he whimpered, arching his back against the wall. The soft gaze with which Lewis was watching him was more violent than any fistfight they've ever had.

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah

It hurt— even with how tender Lewis was being. Maybe more so because of that. He harshened the pace at Nico's request, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Their hearts beat in sync, thudding against the ribcages pressed together.

These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for

Strangling begins with holding. Cannibalism begins with a kiss. They both bring grief and hurt and madness; what is love if not just tender violence?

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

He reached the peak of his pleasure first, spilling onto their abdomens. Lewis followed right after.

Coming down

One love, two mouths

They stayed like that for a while; chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, hearts broken like the promises they made at fourteen.

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

“Don't leave me, Nico.”

Just us, you find out

Why do you speak to me and why do I try to understand? he thought. We no longer speak the same language.

Not a word was uttered.

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

“We can fix this.” That damned hope.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Put me down,” was what Nico chose to say. Lewis did, searching his face desperately for an answer.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Nico picked his pants off the floor, pulling them on without another word. Lewis spared them both the pain and stayed silent as well.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

He was wiping his torso with a spare towel when Lewis finally spoke.

“You promised, Nico.”

Nico looked at him, no longer caring about the wet streaks on his cheeks. “We made a lot of stupid promises.”

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“You said we'd race together. Forever. You said you wouldn't race without me. Then why should I?”

Wasn't forever such a sweet lie? It wasn't nearly as long as people thought it was.

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“I'm leaving racing for good, Lewis.”

And it's too cold, it's too cold

Lewis was silent for what seemed like hours. “I love you.”

With a single whispered phrase, Nico shut the door behind him. “It'll pass.”

The holes of my sweater…

[maxillness]

I’m writing a Brocedes smut which is gonna be posted on my AO3 and my other tumblr blog, and never have I written anything more accurate

Lewis was a pussy, he knew that, not when it came to women he knew he was never gonna see again, but a pussy when it came to some blond, German, twink he had known most of his life

[muldj0rd]

Masterlist

Hot When You're Angry Tumblr || AO3

What's Your Type? Tumblr || AO3

Take Me, Please Tumblr || AO3

Enemies. Freinds. Lovers Tumblr || AO3

My Princess Tumblr || AO3

History Hates Lovers Tumblr || AO3

I know who you pretend i am Tumblr || AO3

[lipringlrh]

if anyone has a race by race breakdown or major event breakdown of brocedes PLEASE send it my way xxx

[regulus-lantsov]

Really thinking about writing a fanfic about Formula 1 and Harry Potter.

With Piarles as ennemies to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers. Pierre as a Slytherin and Charles as a Gryffindor.

Galex as love at first sight but George try to hide it very hard. George being Pierre best friend and dragging him to the Gryffindor party to see Alex and poor Pierre and Charles having to be the third wheel and snickering about the other while George and Alex are akwardly flirting. George as a Slytherin and Alex as a Gryffindor.

Maxiel as the two shennigans who are trying to hide their relationship but Daniel is very bad at hiding it so Max has to silence him. Max as a slytherin and Daniel as Hufflepuff.

Landoscar as grumpy x sunshine. They are forced to work together for a Defence against the Dark arts. Lando is very energetic and try to conceal his crush for Oscar that is as since Oscar took his hand to show him the right way to cast a spell.

Brocedes as teachers / ennemies to lovers. Nico is the charms teacher who always make snarky remarks about Lewis without naming it. Lewis who's the arithmency teacher that everyone likes. They were lovers until the NEWTs came and put them in an over competitive relationship. And now, everyone wonders if they fucked.

Simi as 'everyone wonder if they're a couple or not while they're married'. Kimi being the potions teacher and Sebastian is the transfiguration teacher. Everyone absolutely loves Sebastian because he's always caring and joking with everyone.

One year younger, we have Kimi and Ollie who are under Charles' wing. They both have a huge crush on the other but Kimi as a girlfriend and think Ollie isn't gay.

Of course with other ships like Mark Webber + Fernando Alonso or Esteban + Lance

All of that during starting when Harry enters his third year at school. So going from year 5 to the Great War. Dealing with purebloods idea and just relationship. Voldemort is even scared by the couple because they're very powerful wizards.

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

my boy only breaks his favourite toys — lewis hamilton x nico rosberg (full work)

chapter 4 - unforgettable

cw: mentions of mental disorders, dirty talk, smut

summary: when lewis and nico ended they relationship and when some years later realize it never actually ended

note: finally a less angsty chapter lol. I will probably keep this going but I won’t update as often. I have other contents upcoming from the requests tho

Nico came to his house some days later to give him his hat back. They had sex. That was the last time and they knew it.

Some months later they fought again over a race. In his driver’s room Nico even took him from the Mercedes overalls and angrily pushed him against the wall. They ended up kissing, but this time it was Lewis who put an end to it. “No, not this time. No more mind games, Nico. It’s over.” And he left.

He was convinced Nico was trying to mess with his head with all that push and pull, that purposely hitting him and then saying sorry, making him forgiving everything, and then again being ruthless on the race track. That was the last straw.

Lewis was remembering those final words as they were said yesterday, laying on the bed the night after the conversation with Nico. He was so angry. Why telling him all that right now? Now that Nico had a wife and daughters, now that they didn’t talk for years after he left the team, now that he thought he had finally moved on. He began to think he never actually did, because he never dealt with his feelings after the break up. He couldn’t lie to himself, he wished that kiss would’ve last longer. He wished Nico would’ve stayed longer. Now he couldn’t get his pretty face out of his head. That wasn’t news of course, he had often dreamt about him, but now that they kissed in real life, after a period that seemed short and endless at the same time, it was definitely something else. The thought of having him again was tormenting him, preventing him to fall asleep. Not even music could help: every song reminded him of him. That damn german couldn’t really keep himself away from him, couldn’t he?

The day after he felt so tired he couldn’t even do his morning exercises. He felt like shit. Anger turned into pain and longing for a different life. A life were him and Nico were still together, as friends, as teammates, as husbands. He tried to rest in the morning and after lunch he went out for a run anyway. He prayed not meet Nico somewhere along the way and fortunately it didn’t happen. When he came back he was exhausted. He went to the building’s lodge to collect the mail. He noticed a letter that didn’t look familiar at all. Lewis never received letters. The adressee was undoubtedly him, but when he opened it to discover who the sender was, he found Nico Rosberg’s name written on the inside.

“This must be a mistake.” Lewis turned to the doorman. “Maybe I should put it back in Mr and Mrs Rosberg’s mailbox.”

“It’s no mistake, Sir Lewis.” Replied the doorman. “And by the way, they’re not married anymore.”

Lewis was taken aback. “What?” He realized he had sounded too emotional. “I mean… I didn’t know.”

“They divorced some months ago. I thought it was public knowledge.”

Maybe Lewis would have know it if he hadn’t blocked Nico and Nico’s name in every social media platform. Why didn’t Sebastian tell him?

“Right, it probably is. I should open more newspapers.” He gave the doorman a little smile and went up to his apartment with the letter in his hand. That was a big information to handle.

Lewis read the letter sitting on the couch. He straightaway recognized the handwriting.

I’m sorry for yesterday. I think I have some more explanation to do. Meet me in the building spa at 9 if you want. Please don’t be angry.

Lewis knew Nico liked to leave hand written notes. He also knew he liked going to the spa to relieve the stress. Lewis was sick of explanations and sick of playing games. Still he had the feeling he would go anyway.

Nico thought he was imagining it when he saw Lewis in the jacuzzi room. Of course he knew were to find him. That was such an intimate place, it helped him meditate. He usually booked it for an evening and went to relax alone.

He watched him close the stone door. “Hi.” Nico said, trying to shorten the tensed distance hovering in the room. He got no answer.

Lewis approached him in the bathtub and entered the hot water, sitting in the furthest point of the small rounded pool. He was only wearing bermuda swim shorts and Nico couldn’t help but let his eyes wander on his godly physique. He realized that was the first time in years he saw his half naked body that close. He blushed a little when Lewis noticed. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought I scared you away. I’m sorry for–“

“Stop apologizing. I initiated the kiss.”

Nico lowered his gaze. There was a moment of silence until Lewis broke it. “Why didn’t you tell me you divorced?”

Nico didn’t expect the question. “I– I don’t know, I thought you knew.” Didn’t he listen to the news?

“I didn’t.”

“Well,” Nico didn’t know what to say. “Now you know. It was a mutual decision, we thought it was for the girls’ best to stay in good terms.”

“That means I’m the replacement.”

“No, no, that’s not– that’s not like that at all. If anything…” It was the opposite, he wanted to say, but he had the feeling it was unnecessary, Lewis understood.

“We really fucked up our friendship, right?”

Nico nodded. “It was mostly my fault. I became a horrible person. All those mind games I used to get the title… I don’t think I wasn’t mentally okay at the time. That’s not an excuse, anyway.”

“I know, and I forgot you when you needed me because all I was thinking about was winning over you. I didn’t care about anything else. We swore we would have both become World Champions. You know… all these years I had the time to realize we were best friends until I was the one who came first and everyone knew I was the best. But when you proved everybody wrong, I couldn’t take it. And then there was Vivian. And then you left Formula 1. Why did you left our dream? Why did you left me?”

Nico couldn’t look at him in the eyes. “I– you can understand it wasn’t easy. I accomplished what I wanted, and it was so draining. I couldn’t take it anymore, I wasn’t okay. Physically and psychologically. It didn’t help I lost everything had with you. There was no reason for me to stay.”

It was unbelievable: after eight years they were finally talking it out. Eight years. It seemed to be so much time yet Nico was in love just as when they were teens.

Nico took a deep breath. Now they were both grown out of their mistakes, their bad habits and their flaws. At least of most of them.

Lewis made a step closer. “I won’t lie, I thought about you a lot since I saw you in the paddock. I mean, more than usual.”

Nico finally looked at him. The dim lights made Lewis’ dark tatted skin glow in different colors in rotation: purple, green, blue, orange, red. He kept himself from blushing again. “I did too.”

Lewis came even closer, forcing him against the tub wall.

“What are your intentions?” Asked Nico.

Lewis was thinking exactly “hearing again those moans of yours that sound so much like a needy kitten and hearing you say ‘right there’ and ‘yes just like that’ as you used to do”, but those were too many words, so he simply put his hands on Nico’s thighs and made him sit in his lap. Nico’s breath was taken away. There was no distance separating their bodies anymore. That was a big step from interviewing him by standing 20 feet apart.

Nico put one hand on his neck and pulled him in a kiss. A passionate kiss. No more anger, no more regret, no more desperation, just a simple exchanging of everlasting love and desire.

His hands finally travelled eagerly on the Brit’s chest, his thumbs brushing his sensitive nipples. Lewis let out a soft little moan, letting his hands slide on Nico’s hips and pulling him in return.

“I think we should–“ go upstairs, that’s what Nico was trying to say, hardly breathing because of Lewis’ move.

“My place?” Asked Lewis, between one kiss and another. Nico nodded.

They stepped out of the tub and dried each other with a towel, trying to ignore the growing hardness in their pants. They raced to be first to the lift, laughing and bumping into each other, then kissed all the way through Lewis’ apartment. That night they had the best sex of their lives.

Lewis woke up the next morning having the feeling it was way too late. He turned on the phone on the bedside table to look at the clock with eyes still sleepy. 10:12. It was definitely too late. He put the arm back under the sheets when the memories of the night before flooded. Nico. Oh, what a sweet night it was. And hot. He remembered it very hot too. They must have fallen asleep late because he never woke up past 8. He turned around expecting to see Nico but there was no trace of him. He began to worry. There, he got screwed one more time. He had let him play with his feelings again and now he was alone. Lewis was beginning to feel angry again when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He stood up and walked in the other room. Roscoe, barely awake as well, followed him.

Nico was there, cooking breakfast in boxers and t-shirt. Lewis thought he was dreaming, but then the blond man turned and saw him. “Damn, I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Lewis gazed at him in awe. “I thought–“

“What?” Nico smiled gently. “I could never leave you. Not anymore. You make me happy.”

Lewis couldn’t help but returning the smile.

“Besides, who would leave a seven times World Champion? It would be crazy.”

Lewis got closer and wrapped him in a hug from behind, smelling his scent. Roscoe wagged his tail next to them. “Come back to bed.”

“The breakfast will get cold.”

“Please.”

Nico sighed. “If you’re asking like that.”

[chattahoochiecoochie]

It’s Us, Then

Summary: Answers are nice, so is letting go. 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: portrayal of weak female / manipulative language / mild dub con

A/N: And now I’ve made them boyfriends (plus you), so reality is whatever I want it to be. In order, first, second, third. Everything else is here. 

By the time Sam meets you at the front door of the training facility an hour and a half later, you are practically a puddle.

He’s got you by the hand, asking about the meeting and Ja’Marr, but you can’t answer, too lost in your own head and the heat between your legs.

You’d spent the entire meeting staring at your iPad notes, trying to focus—and failing. Your mind was split, fractured in the middle as you tried to organize your thoughts.

On the one side, you heard Joe’s silky voice on repeat. Hour and a half. And on the other, the rough laugh Sam had let out when he’d said something about taking it slow. What had he said exactly? So much for taking it slow.

Taking it slow. Hour and a half. Taking it slow. Hour and a half. Hour and a half. Taking you slow.

There are a thousand things you want to ask. What are the three of you doing? With all these rides in the morning and the hand holding and the spare keys and the looks they give each other when they think you’re not looking. What’s with all the winking at you on the sidelines of the training field and the turning up at your exam room, just to say hi. The texting, always in a group chat—never individually— and the way they hold hands with one another when you sit at that back booth of that shitty dive bar you’ve frequented over the last three weeks.

Three weeks. Hour and a half. Hour and a half. Three weeks to take you slow. Taking it slow.

But then, every time you think you’ve gotten your thoughts together, the low hum of Joe’s voice washes them away again, over and over again until your mind is numb. The words run together in your head as you walk beside Sam, spinning through your own head until you're almost dizzy when you finally reach Joe’s car.

“I—we—are gonna fuck her stupid after this meeting of hers.”

We. We. We.

You get into the passenger seat blind, only vaguely aware of the grin on Joe’s face and the way his hand snakes onto your leg.

“There's our girl.”

Our. Our. Our.

“Careful.” Behind you, Sam is sliding into the back seat, chuckling. “I think they fried her brain in there.”

“Something like that.” You mumble, tuning back in slowly as Joe strokes his thumb over your thigh.

“She speaks!” Sam sounds giddy behind you, his voice close as he leans between you and Joe.

“Something like that?” Joey’s got his left hand on the shifter, and then the wheel as he pulls out of his parking spot.

“I just…” You falter, unable to finish your sentence. You can hardly think straight, much less articulate it verbally.

“Just what, baby?”

“I think I missed that entire meeting.” You laugh weakly, shaking your head.

“Yeah?”

“My head’s on fire.” You let your head roll to the side, allowing your eyes to roam over his face. God, he’s so pretty.

“You wanna tell us about it?” Sam speaks up, putting his arm over the console so he can rest his hand on top of Joe’s in your lap.

You’re not sure you do, or if you even can, head so dizzy still. You don’t even know how to begin. But you try anyway, rambling on, barely conscious of yourself as Joe takes the side streets, sailing through green light after green light. Where are you going?

Watching the blur of the city through your window, you play with their hands in your lap, dragging your nails over them as you speak.

Everything you’d spent your meeting thinking about, all the questions you had, all the things you’d been hung up on for the last three weeks, they pour out of you until you're breathless. What, exactly, are the three of you taking slow?

When you finally trail off into silence minutes later, it’s eerily quiet. Both boys sitting patiently with what you’ve said—or tried to say. Joe’s finally hit a red light, and the car skips a beat, and then another as you sit in front of it. It’s only when it turns green, and his foot is heavy on the gas, that they eventually speak up, over one another.

“We’re—”

“I—” Sam stops short, catching himself. “Nah, go ahead man, my bad.”

Turning the car down a short city driveway, Joe nods, mostly to himself it seems. You watch him swallow, jaw tight as he parts his lips to speak.

“We’re doing whatever you want to do. That's what this is. Whatever you want it to be.”

He squeezes your thigh, looking at you from the corner of his eye as he puts the car in park. Where are you? “I think it’s all, maybe, going a little differently than we thought it would—”

“Quicker.” Sam interjects, voice low.

“Yeah, quicker.”

“Than you thought it would?”

“Than we planned it, yeah.”

“So you did plan it, then?” They planned it. They planned it.

“Yes.” Joe looks back at Sam, sounding cautious. “We did.”

You hum quietly in response. Your mind feels heavy, like it’s weighing you down. Is that an answer? Is that an explanation? Why does it sound so good? They had planned on it, on you. You can feel a lazy smile curling on your lips. That’s nice, isn’t it?

“That’s good.” What had you been thinking earlier? The words are stacked over one another in your head suddenly, indecipherable. Joe’s answer lies over them like a blanket, the tone of his voice drowning out everything you’d been caught up on.

“Yeah?” Joe’s smiling at you, squeezing your thigh.

“When you say ‘our’” You pause as Sam pulls his hand from your lap, moving to get out of the car. Wherever you are, you’re staying. “It’s us, then, is it?”

Joe gestures to himself, and then to you, and Sam who is now standing beside your open door, nodding. “Us.”

Us. Us. Us.

“Okay.” You hear yourself saying, voice distant. You roll your head on the headrest, turning to look at Sam. “Okay.”

He looks smug—a funny smile on his face as he leans down in front of you, undoing your seatbelt before taking you by the hand and drawing you out of the passenger seat. He’s got you by the wrist, pulling you into his chest, quiet as can be. You’re aware of the car shutting off behind you, and the sound of Joe stepping out onto the driveway—but only barely. Whose house?

“Good?” You look up at Sam, nodding when his eyes lock on yours.

“Good girl. Go on after him then.” Kissing your crown you can almost hear the grin he’s wearing. “I think you’ve made Joey wait long enough.”

An hour and a half. The phrase sparks in your head, fizzling out before you can grasp it. It's been almost two.

It takes a moment to find your feet, and when you do, Sam pats you on the ass, pushing you forward towards the front of the house—to where Joe is standing on the stoop, waiting for you.

He’s got the door open—his house, then—one hand holding it open, the other tucked in his pocket.

“Can you do me a favor?” He asks as you get closer, brow raised when you make the top step.

You nod, looking past him, into the house.

“Get on up those stairs, and turn that pretty little brain off for me.” He points his head to the staircase sitting beyond the entryway. “Please.”

You smile to yourself, feeling warm when you move past him. How silly. Your mind is numb anyway, he hardly needs to ask. Are you always this easy?

You’re halfway up the stairs when you register Sam’s voice behind you, a low whisper he must think you won’t hear, and to his credit, you almost don’t. “So that's it, then, is it?”

“Got her wrapped around our finger.”

“Get her khakis, would you?” Mouth on your collarbone, the words come out muffled. Joe’s got his arms around you, fingers working on the clasp of your bra as he bites at you, breath hot on your skin.

“Say less.”

Sam’s got them around your knees in an instant, nudging the back of your leg with his knee. Step. You lift your foot, head back when Joe moves up your neck. You get your leg free, only to be nudged again on the other leg. You step again, stumbling between the two of them.

They’re both so close to you, trapping you in the middle with nowhere to go. It’s all you can do to collapse against Sam, hoping he’ll keep you upright as Joe drags the straps of your bra down your arms.

Letting your eyelids flutter, you let go of whatever else you’re holding on to. Turn that pretty little brain off for me.

“Can I?” Sam asks. There’s a hand on your thong, holding it by the band—it must be his.

“Waiting on it.”

It’s hardly hit the floor by the time they’ve got their hands on you, a mess of fingers playing over your center.

Through heavy eyes you can see them on you, Sam with his right hand snaked around your waist, palm pressed to your belly as he plays with your clit—fuck. You groan when his other hand moves across your chest, grabbing at your breast. God, that’s good. And when that’s almost too much, there’s Joe, curling his fingers between your legs, groaning when you drip on down his wrist.

Your head falls, knocking against Sam’s bicep. Blinking slowly, you catch them above you. Sam’s got his mouth on Joe’s neck, tongue flashing briefly as he sucks on the spot beneath Joe’s ear—just how he does with you.

Us. Us. Us.

His eyes are closed, lips parted. He looks delirious. You whimper at the sight, knees weak when Joe looks down to catch your eye, blush rising on his cheeks. Delirium turns to something else, flashing across his face as he turns his focus back to you.

“Bed.” He mumbles, brushing off Sam as he leans down to press his lips to yours, fingers slipping in when you part your mouth for him. “Now.” He speaks into you, voice weak.

Sammy’s got you off the ground before you can catch your bearings, tracking backwards until he falls onto the mattress, holding you in his lap, a hand on each knee to hold you apart. Did they plan this too?

“On your knees, Joey, I got her.” Sam's voice is gruff, right by your ear.

You watch through your lashes as Joe sinks to the floor in front of you, free hand working at the band of his shorts until he pulls himself free. His eyes are dark, pupils blown. The sight of him, staring at you, the feeling of him touching you—no, licking at you—you can hardly breathe.

He’s so soft on you, clean shaven and smooth, the tip of his nose buried against you as he goes even lower. His brow is raised, blue eyes trying to find yours. He’s wet, covered in you. For half a second, you can feel your consciousness drip away, pooling under the base of your skull.

Chest heaving, you crumple in Sam’s arms, trembling. He’s dragging his fingers up your legs, back and forth, forcing your legs open every time you shudder under Joe’s tongue. He’s so good, so patient. Take it slow.

A smile comes over your face as Sam’s words cross your mind. Taking it slow. Tongue sliding up the center of you, lips over the bud, and then back down he goes, fingers working all the while, curled up inside you, getting at the one place you can’t find on your own. Fuck.

“There she is.” You're shaking, forcing Sam to hold you tighter, nails digging into your skin as you try to pull your knees together. “You got her?”

Joe mumbles something in response against you, lips tugging into half a smile. It comes hard and fast, the rush of nerves running down your spine until you fall apart on him, tension going slack as it passes over you.

Offering you no time to recover, they move around you quickly, indifferent to how limp you’ve gone. Sam’s got Joe by the wrist, taking the blonds fingers in his mouth, a moan echoing when he tastes you on his hand.

“Fuck that’s good. I get it next time, yeah?”

“We’ll see.”

“Dick.” Sam’s tone is gentle, and when you let your head roll, you can see him smirking, trademark glint in his eye.

Then suddenly there's a shift in your space, thighs moving under you, Sam’s got you around the waist, dragging you up the bed. In front of you, Joe is working his way out of his shorts, tripping onto the bed once they hit the floor. You blink slowly as he crawls up to you. Why does he look so hazy?

Halfway up the mattress and still behind you, Sam’s let you loose for half a second, squirming out of his own clothes, a hand back on you before he’s even got his shirt over his head.

Holding you tight, he pulls you onto his chest, spreading your legs with his knees now. “Come on then.” He pats between your legs softly, sending a shiver up your spine as he grazes your bud.

Three little words, that’s all it takes. Joe’s in you moments later, hips knocking into your legs as he bears down on you. You feel your jaw go slack, caught moments later when Sam puts a hand around your throat—holding you steady as Joe strokes.

Fuck her stupid.

Who’d said that?

You're drooling onto Sam’s hand, eyes fluttering every time Joe pulls back, just waiting for him to drive back, each time harder than the last. Take it slow. You wish he wouldn’t.

“You want it, too?” Joe’s voice is strained when he speaks, each syllable said over a stroke of his hips. Your back arches at the question, not understanding that it’s not pointed at you. Someone laughs, but you can’t place the sound between the two of them.

“I know you’re not asking.” Sam chuckles under you, the vibration of it coming in time with another shudder of nerves. So close.

“Get up then, big man.”

You want it, too? You want it?

Sam’s slow, letting his hand fall from your neck first before sliding you off his chest and onto the comforter. Sitting up beside where he’s left you, he’s got his fingers on your temple, pushing your now damp hair from your eyes.

You’re shaking, cheek pressed into his hand when Joe falters against you seconds later, cock throbbing. Shuddering as he pulls out of you, come drips from him as he lets himself spill on you, warmth hitting your clit as he lets himself go.

You whimper something unintelligible, tears burning down your cheeks as Sam takes his place before you can catch your breath.

It’s insanity—a blur you’ll hardly remember. He’s bigger, harder somehow, and rougher just like he was last time. Calloused hands hold your hips as he drives into you, lacking the patience Joe had. It’s quick, pleasure towing the line of pain every time he strokes.

Joe is somewhere close, hand ghosting over your head and then your chest—fuck—and then your clit—fingers muddy with the mess he left on you.

“Fuck me—” Sam groans, “You got her? I can’t—”

“Go ahead.” Joe’s fingers work faster, digging into you harder. “I got her.” So close. So close. Please.

You look for him through your lashes, making out the shape of him sitting beside you. “Please.”

“We got you baby, let go.” His voice is clear, sure and his tone makes you whine.

You're quivering under Joe’s fingers when Sam finally follows you, collapsing onto your chest as he finishes inside you, come dribbling out every time he makes the slightest move.

Shaking, you try to find your breath, gasping under Sam’s weight. It hits you like a wave, consciousness flooding back all at once beneath him. Jesus Christ. You can hear his heartbeat on yours, beating in time, and over it, a low laugh emanating from Joe beside you.

“Y’all good?”

“Man shut up, you got to go first.” Sam speaks into your shoulder before heaving himself off of you, knocking into Joe as he hits the mattress.

They tussle for a moment, the bed shaking as they wrestle, taunts flying. There’s a certain sudden sweetness in it, the intimacy between them as you lay nearby, presence waning. You sink into it, losing yourself in the sound of your own heartbeat and them giggling with one another.

It goes quiet for a moment, when they finally notice you lying limp, with a lazy grin on your lips. You can feel them looking at you, sitting still. You let them watch, blinking slowly only after another beat has skipped in your chest.

Sam’s got Joe in his lap, broad arms wrapped around his waist. They’re staring at you intently, waiting. For what? You offer them what you can manage as a smile, lips hardly moving despite your effort.

“There she is.” Sam grins at you, squeezing Joe around the middle.

“Our girl.” With pink cheeks, Joe relaxes against Sam, letting his head rest on the larger man's chest.

Our girl. Our. Us.

[formula1fanfiction]

Valtteri Bottas / Lewis Hamilton

Title: I love your little games

Pairing: Valtteri Bottas / Lewis Hamilton

Characters: Valtteri Bottas, Lewis Hamilton

Prompt: At Mercedes motorhome Lewis constantly singing a song and it disturb Valtteri, so he wanted shut Lewis up. Rough Top Valtterri

The walls of the Mercedes motor homes are very thin and usually that wouldn't be too much of a problem but today after a horrendous qualifying session, thanks to track limits. Valtteri is all ready fuming and all he can hear is Lewis' singing voice.

The first song wasn't too much of an issue, despite Lewis poor taste in music, the second and third got annoying pretty quickly. Valtteri has currently lost track of the song numbers along with his mind.  The little t t t of the music followed by Lewis' singing voice has crept in every crevice of Valtteri's brain, enough is enough.

He doesn't even think twice about it, just storms over to Lewis' motor home and walks through the unlocked door. "Shut the fuck up, Lewis. Have some respect for those around you.

"Make me." Lewis smirks, almost Grinch like. He's playing a game. Lewis knows how to push all of his buttons and it's working. "Make you?" Valtteri smirks back. "Oh, I will."

Valtteri threads his fingers into Lewis' hair and pushes him onto his knees. "Get me hard Lewis." Lewis makes quick work of Valtteri's pants and underwear pushing them down to his ankles and takes Valtteri's cock into his hand, stroking him to full hardness before taking him into his mouth.

Lewis is a fucking tease, he runs his tongue over the head and sucks only the tip into his mouth, only to come back out and start licking again. "Stop being a fucking tease." Valtteri grabs a fistful of Lewis' hair and pushes the whole of his cock into Lewis' mouth. It takes the Brit by surprise, the choking sounds Lewis makes sends delicious vibrations up his cock. Lewis quickly recovers and moans as his face is pressed into Valtteri's pubes.

Lewis relaxes his jaw and gives Valtteri full control, he loves the few times Lewis lets him dominate and he's going to take full pleasure out of dominating now. Valtteri drags Lewis' head up and down his cock while he thrusts into the hot willing throat, using him like he's an object for Vatteri's pleasure.

Valtteri speeds up a little and brutally starts fucking Lewis' mouth, the Brit quickly loses control and chokes with every thrust. He feeling of his orgasm builds up far too soon and Valtteri quickly forces himself to stop and slip out of Lewis. "I'd rather come in your ass than in your mouth."

"Take off your pants and boxers and bend over." Lewis does as he's told and presents himself beautifully to Valtteri. "Fuck me, come on."

"Do you have lube?" Lewis makes a sound of annoyance. "No, you know I can take it Valtteri, come on." Valtteri shrugs and spits on his hand and rubs it over Lewis' twitching hole, his own cock is still dripping with spit from the blow job, so Valtteri wastes no more time and presses the head of his cock against Lewis' hole.

Valtteri holds tightly onto Lewis hips and slowly stars to sink inside, Lewis is hot, tight and feels like vice around Valtteri's cock.  He thrusts in an inch at a time until he's buried balls deep inside of Lewis. He stalls for a few short moments just to give him time to adjust, although Lewis wriggles and whines in frustration.

"Needy little bitch." is the only warning Valtteri gives as he pulls out about half way only to roughly slamming into him again, opening him up a little more as he starts building his way up to steady rhythm, starting slowly until his thrusting becomes much easier.

Valtteri steadily increases his pace with every thrust, becoming faster and rougher until Valtteri's slamming into him with an almost brutal force. Although judging by the moans, Lewis is enjoying every second. Valtteri angles his thrusts slightly until he pulls the tell tale moan from Lewis throat and starts to slam into it with every thrust driving Lewis insane with red hot pleasure.

Lewis is moaning with every thrust, long drawn out sounds as he's being fucked ever so nicely, the sounds only encourage Valtteri to go harder until he fucks into Lewis with all his might. The sound of skin slapping against skin echo's around the motor home.

He's at the perfect fucking tempo, now meaning none of them can lost much longer. Lewis' own hard cock lays leaking and hard pressed against his stomach. Just begging for attention. "You won't even be able to sit down in the car tomorrow." Valtteri laughs, wrapping his fingers around Lewis' cock and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts.

"You can come whenever you want." Valtteri growls into his ear, still slamming into him vigorously. Valtteri can feel his own balls tighten up as he needs to come but he needs Lewis to come first.

"Come for me slut." Valtteri bites down on Lewis' ear and that's enough to push him over the edge, he screams Valtteri's name as he comes, spilling his seed over Valtteri's fingers. Valtteri himself is close now, he manages three more hard thrusts before spilling himself inside of Lewis.

"You know Lewis, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just said instead of being annoying as hell. Lewis turns back to look, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"And where's the fun in that Valtteri?"   

[f1uckinghell]

Mini Summer VV Event Part 2 🏝

The event is still running until the 22nd of July if you want to participate <3

VV!Nico/Lewis, early days//fluff//light smut

💦💦💦

„This doesn’t mean anything,“ Nico says in between kisses, his voice breathless. „Nothing.“ Hands pushing against Lewis’ shoulders. 

„Hmm,“ Lewis replies and pulls Nico down on top of him. He can still feel the beat of the music and the sweat from dancing on his skin. 

Nico pulls off his own top, rhinestones clinking against Lewis’ floor when it lands there like an afterthought. Lewis takes a second to take in the sight: Nico’s soft, creamy skin, the pebbled rosy nipples, the dip of his breastbone, the curve of his waist. He fits his hands against it from either side, running them up and down, thumbs pushing into the soft flesh there. 

„Stop staring.“ Nico bats away his hand. „Fuck me instead.“ 

The tops of his cheekbones are red, so red that Lewis can see it in the dim light. 

He sits up, almost toppling Nico over, and pulls off his own t-shirt, carelessly discarding it next to Nico’s. Nico sits back in the meantime, watching him with lidded eyes. His shorts leave little to the imagination, but Lewis can’t wait to see what lies beneath. 

Their combined scents fill the air, tangling and mixing. He can tell Nico is on suppressants, and it makes Lewis run half-wild, not knowing what he really smells like. 

Just for the effect, he stands up from the bed, stretching languidly, before he unbuckles his belt and undoes the button of his pants. 

Nico’s eyes are glued to Lewis’ crotch, and seeing his eyes widen is pure satisfaction. 

„What did you say? Six figures, sixpack, six inches?“ Lewis smirks, stepping out of his trousers. 

Nico tears his eyes away from Lewis’ dick only to roll them at him. „Don’t flatter yourself too much.“ 

But Lewis can see the hunger in his eyes. 

He climbs onto the bed with Nico, and as he’s kneeling there and Nico looks up at him, something real flickers over Nico’s face; just for a second, but it’s soft, vulnerable, and beautiful. 

It stops Lewis dead in his tracks, hands halting before they reach the waistband of Nico’s shorts. 

„What?“ Of course Nico notices, and the walls behind his eyes go right back up, like he’s waiting for Lewis to reject him now, or to do something he won’t enjoy. 

Lewis reaches out instead, pushing a loose strand of hair behind Nico’s ear. „You’re beautiful,“ he says, meaning it. „You’ve always been the most beautiful.“ 

„Stop,“ Nico whispers, but there is a waver in his voice, akin to the one in his eyes earlier. 

„Do you want this?“ Lewis asks, his voice a whisper. 

„Of course,“ Nico says way too fast, grabbing Lewis’ wrist, „What makes you think I don’t? Besides, you’re already…“ He gestures between them at Lewis’ dick, „Would be cruel to just… leave you hanging now.“ 

„No,“ Lewis simply says, „I’ll be fine.“ 

Nico says nothing for a long moment. He’s not looking at Lewis. His hand is still wrapped around Lewis’ wrist. 

„Hey,“ Lewis whispers, reaching out, cupping Nico’s cheek. „I want you.“

„But not enough?“ Nico cuts him off with an acidic note in his voice, ready to squirm out of his arms. 

„…not like this,“ Lewis calmly finishes his sentence, „Not… half-drunk, two days after you and Jenson broke up. Not when you think you have something to prove… and not when you want this to mean nothing. Because it does mean something to me, I think.“ 

Nico barely disguises the wobble of his bottom lip. 

Lewis brings their joined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of Nico’s hand. 

His dick is still hard, but he doesn’t care, not even a little. 

„Stay with me tonight?“ he asks, kissing the knuckle of Nico’s thumb, „We can cuddle, or watch Project Runway.“ 

„You hate Project Runway,“ Nico whispers into the space between them, voice heavy with emotion. 

„I’ll put up with their awful designs for you,“ Lewis tells him. 

Nico holds his breath for a second, and Lewis just looks at him, takes in the glow of his blue eyes in the dark, those eyes that have haunted him in his dreams before. 

„…can we make french toast?“ he eventually asks, voice soft and real. 

„Of course,“ Lewis says, closing his eyes for a second as his heart somersaults in his chest.

[ham1lton]

GOOD LUCK, BABE!

pairings: charles leclerc x reader (romantic/platonic).

summary: friendships don’t always survive, you and charles would know.

warnings: cheating towards the end. no smut but a makeout session. sorry alex 💔

author’s note: the brocedes au that me and anon wanted. i’m trying something new btw. let me know how u feel about it.

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you never imagined yourself in the same room as charles. not willingly anyways. yet, when you received the invitation with his handwritten note asking you to come. you knew you couldn’t say no. you had spent so much of your childhood discussing the future. he wanted a family. three kids, a dog and a gorgeous wife that loved him. you wanted a career. the glory, the accolades and the fans that loved you.

he made you promise one day that you’d be at his wedding. you were fifteen at the ice cream shop that he’d always drag you too. you had snuck out without arthur in order to have an extra scoop after charles’ dad had paid for the ice cream you’d had earlier. he looked over at you, eyes serious and asked you to be his best man — (“best woman, best girl. it doesn’t matter. i just want you next to me. i’m serious yn.” he took a lick of his ice cream and the seriousness melted away when he left a smudge on his nose.)

you didn’t break promises easily.

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however, when arthur came running up to you, asking you to follow him. when your relationship with charles disintegrated, you never lost touch with arthur. he was like a little brother to you. you would very rarely meet him for brunch in whatever city you happened to both be in. so when he asked you to follow him, you did willingly.

“where are we going?” you ask, as he pulls you along by your right hand. “usually, whenever you don’t give me context it means you’re doing something bad. is this something bad leclerc?”

“when am i ever doing something bad?” he looks over his shoulder and gives you a wink. you roll your eyes. he plants you in front of a room and nods at it. you stare at him blankly.

“okay? i’m not a mind reader arthur.”

“i need you to help me look for something.” he nods at the room. “in there.”

“you can do it yourself.” you turn to leave before he runs in front of you and stops you.

“listen. i don’t care if you had that weird breakup with my brother,” you start to protest that it wasn’t a breakup but he stops you. “but you didn’t need to cut me off too. you were a part of my life too. you abandoned me too.”

“i don’t ask you for anything yn but i need your help. i’m looking for my silver cufflinks. i need them.” he raised his cuffs to show you the distinct lack of cufflinks. “please. i’m begging you. i wouldn’t ask otherwise.”

you didn’t expect to come here to be blackmailed and guilt tripped but it was working. you avoided everything leclerc. even his family, especially his family if you were being honest. they went from being your second family to nothing at all.

“okay.” you nod. “i’ll get your cufflinks.”

arthur smiles and opens the door for you to walk in. it’s someone’s hotel room. either arthur’s or a friend’s. it’s messy and you sigh. it’ll be hard finding them in this mess but you start carding through clothes.

“yn?”

you know that voice anywhere. you turn around and it’s charles. he’s half dressed in his wedding suit, his crisp white shirt half unbuttoned. his hair is still messy as if he’s ran his hand through nervously multiple times. you smile with no teeth and move to open the door. it’s locked.

“arthur leclerc! open this fucking door!” you seethe. you bang against the door and hear his voice through the material.

“not until you fucking talk! i’ll be back in half an hour.” you hear his footsteps walk away. you turn to charles who smiles sheepishly at you.

“tea?”

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ham1ltonshaderoom: it seems all the rumours are true. sworn enemies f1 drivers charles leclerc and yn yln have seemed to call a truce to celebrate his wedding to art historian alexandra saint mleux. she was seen wearing a dark green vivienne westwood gown as she celebrated the couple’s nuptials.

what do we think about the rekindling of this flame, ham1ltons?

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user1: CHARLESYN IN THE SAME ROOM NO ARGUING NO FIGHTS WE CHEERED!!

user2: i wish we had pictures of her. she always eats her outfits.

-> user3: wtf how does she digest them?

-> user2: figure of speech babe <3

user4: did she have a date??

-> user5: her longtime boyfriend!!

user6: they worked it out on the remix

-> user7: so FERRARI ❤️

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charles makes you the tea. he doesn’t finish buttoning his shirt as he pours it into a mug for you. he remembered how you liked it - two sugars and a splash of milk. you stay silent but nod gratefully.

it’s been so long since you’ve been alone with him. you’re not the same wide eyed kid but neither is he. he’s getting married and you’re giving him the silent treatment. he sits on the edge of his bed awkwardly. tapping his thigh with a single finger.

“thank you for coming,” he says. “i didn’t think you would.”

“the handwritten invitation was a nice choice,” you sip your tea. “personal. did everyone else like it?”

“only yours was,” he coughs into his elbow. “handwritten. i mean. only yours.”

that’s news to you but you don’t have time to ponder what that means before he speaks again.

“i’ve thought for the longest time on what i’d say to you if i got the chance. everything. how sorry i was, how sorry i am, how much i hated you and how much you meant to me. you were my best friend yn. my best friend. no one has even come close to what you were for me.” he chuckles as he presses his palms into his eyes. “who else could i talk to besides you?”

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(insert a tiktok edit of the two of you throughout your careers. the song playing over it is the song ‘chemtrails over the country club’ by lana del ray specifically the lyrics ‘nobody’s son/nobody’s daughter’. it gets 167k likes.)

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“do you still hate me?” charles looks at you under his lashes.

“of course i do. you hurt me.”

“you hurt me. but i don’t hate you.” charles fidgets in his seat. he stretches his hands to place them on his knees. you sip your tea. “do you remember when i asked you to be my best woman?”

you nod.

“i didn’t mean that. i wanted you to be my wife.”

you would choke on your tea if you didn’t know that information but charles wasn’t subtle. yet it was a case of missed opportunities. you didn’t like him then and he didn’t like you now.

“i couldn’t hate you yn. god knows i tried. it hurts me knowing that you hate me as i could never hate you. i said all that shit because i was hurt and angry. you said i was a shitty driver. that is wouldn’t have won without ferrari’s strategies which we both know are shit-“

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know you still cared about my opinion.” you interrupt. your voice still has a defensive edge to it. he just shrugs.

“i’ll always care about your opinion.”

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CHARLESYNNIES TWITTER GC (est.2017)

user1: editing yn to l’amour de ma vie by billie eilish (extended version) rn 😋

user2: what part?

user1: listen from 2:15 till 2:56!!

user3: THATS GONNA EATT OMGGGG

user4: wish we could edit the wedding appearance of the two of them omggg.

user5: when i get off my lazy ass and finish my edit of them to ‘the girl so confusing’ remix

user6: do y’all think they’re talking at the wedding?

user7: babe do you know yn? she’s probably at the very corner of the reception right now. she’ll take a pic with every other leclerc besides charles and probably leave before dinner is served.

user8: you’re so real. yn would NEVER talk to charles let alone be alone with him. i hate it but it’s the truth.

user9: plus charles is probably busy with the wedding.

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you never considered yourself to be a bad person but making out with your ex best friend/teammate literally a few hours before he’s about to get married? that’s a bitch move.

you try to think about his fiancée. she’s probably getting ready excitedly with her family and friends. thinking about being the future mrs leclerc while you’re two minutes away from committing adultery on both of your partners.

you pull apart from charles. he looks at you with wide eyes.

“we can’t fucking do this. we’re awful people,” you sit up. “my fucking lipgloss is all over your mouth.”

“i look good in pink. it’ll be fine.” he wipes it off.

“you have a fiancée. you’re getting married.”

“tell me the word and i’ll call it off. just for you.” he looks at you. “i’m quitting f1 after this year anyways. i’m not attempting to go for the second championship. i don’t want it.”

“how do you not want it?”

“we have different priorities but i won’t be a f1 driver anymore. you always said you couldn’t date a driver. i’ve grown now. i’m fine being in your shadow. i love it. i want it.”

he looks at you as serious as he did when he asked you to be his best woman all those years ago.

“what do you want yn?”

you bite your lip, and think.

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CHARLESYNNIES TWITTER GC (est.2017)

user7: i’m hoping we get at least a picture. just one.

user4: i would DIE!!! imagine!!!

user3: charlesynnies suffer every day and everyone else wins.

user2: i think yn is right there with charles. maybe dancing.

user1: he always said she’d be at his wedding. he was right. i think there is still love there.

user5: FINISHED MY FUCK ASS EDIT PLEASE LIKE AND COMMENT ON TIKTOK BESTIES

user6: okay i wrote a little fic for ao3. it’s called ‘wait until you like me again’!! it’s domestic charlesyn as they are forced to work everything out. kinda angsty but really smutty.

user1: spamming u both charlesynnies are the best idc <3

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charles_leclerc: say hello to mr and mrs leclerc 💍

tagged: alexandrasaintmleux

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yourusername: happy for you 💕

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INTERVIEW WITH CHARLES LECLERC

interviewer — so is it true? you’re renewing your ferrari contract?

charles (laughing) — it is true. racing is my life. this is it for me. it’d take something big to take me away from it.

interviewer: you all heard it here first!

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— all works taglist: @luvsforme @yelenasloverrrrr @donttouchthegnote @chelle1306 @bloodyymaryy @aliciaablueprint @lennnooshh @km-23mr @stinkyjax @f1kenzzz @ctrlyomomma @theblueblub @marshmummy @23victoria @ourlifeforchaos @namgification @tallrock35 @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @ariellovelynn @shhhchriss @lifeless-firefly @xylinasdiary @evie-119 @itseightbeats @tsireyasgf @landososcar @yongi-lee @maxlarens @velentine @m1892 @blushmimi @evans-dejong @nixisracing @lethalvenus @santanasaintmendes @idontknowlmaoo @sainzluvrr (charles specific tags will be added to the comments!)

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[harianaswhore]

⟡ ₒₜₕₑᵣ dᵣᵢᵥₑᵣₛ ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ ᶠ¹ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱᵈ ⟡

thirsty thoughts (VERY suggestive) - @lorarri

missing piece (angsty) - @katebishopsbow

grid kids (series, sebastian vettel and grid) - @pucksandpower

vettel reincarnate (series) - @disneyprincemuke

positions (by ari) fics (this is everything to me btw) - @turcott3

birthday wishes (smau) - @mclqren

drunk bf texts (text message format) - @csainzoperator

written in the stars (soulmate!au, different drivers) - @oofthwoods

points have been made (lestappen x reader) - @sinofwriting

birthday wishes (charles is the bf but focused on everyone) (smau) - @astonmartinii

stolen - @coco-loco-nut

— ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ/ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ⟡

makeup shopping with the boys (f) - @verstappen-cult

getting caught making out with the boys (sexual references) (^)

boys reacting to being called pretty (mostly f) - @ln444

a privilege called love (f) - @inblurtub

dating f1 drivers (mostly f) - @hauntedrain

moment f1 boys realized you were the one (f) - @itsvelyria

"where they would like to kiss you" (^)

f1 drivers favorite spot to kiss you - @mirohlayo

f1 drivers and when they get jealous (^)

names the f1 drivers would call their partner - @lightsoutletsgo

ass or tits (s) - @youaresimplylovely

so this is my husband (f) - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

friends to lovers (f) - @vinvantae

how the f1 drivers would propose (f) - @checopereez

"what did you just call me" (f) - @23victoria

he takes care of you on your period (f) - @fastandcarlos

when f1 drivers dirty text you (and you pretend your dad answers) (s) - @maxtermind

f1 boys as the type to - @pandagas

— ˡᵉʷⁱˢ ʰᵃᵐⁱˡᵗᵒⁿ ⟡

king of my heart (smau) - @cieloclercs

keys to the benz (smau, sexual innuendo) - @imnameimswrld

fashionable couple (smau) - @formulaa-1

hi barbie ! hi ken ! two (smau) - @redbullgirly

him being a simp for you (headcannon) - @itaipava

thick and thin (f,a)- @agendabymooner

around the world (f)- @lewisvinga

i miss you, i'm sorry (smau) (^)

him mentioning you (f) - @pickingupmymercedes

lawyer up (smau) - @monzabee

war is over (tw: brocedes mention) - @pucksandpower

— ᵐⁱᶜᵏ ˢᶜʰᵘᵐᵃᶜʰᵉʳ ⟡

jealous!mick (f) - @folkloresthings

i see the light (f) - @writingshushf1

santa doesn't know you like i do (f) - @f1version

interrupted (mentions of smut) - @russellsppttemplates

leclerc!reader (smau) - @pucksandpower

maahi ve (smau) - @love-belle

vlog (smau) - @absolutelynotmate-archive

count me in (smau) - @verstarppen

lovers rock not allowed christmas kids (f) - @luckylzclerc

a vettel and a schumacher walk into a bar (f) knock knock (smau) - @monzabee

sweet dream was over my hand was the one you reached for (a) - @v5ttelfilms

— ᵈᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ ʳⁱᶜᶜᵃʳᵈᵒ ⟡

ultimate wing man (smau) - @astonmartinii

keep it private (smau) - @marlenesluv

forever kind of love (smau) - @chrisevansonly

my book worm - @lewisvinga

— ᵃʳᵗʰᵘʳ ˡᵉᶜˡᵉʳᶜ ⟡

kissing in the rain (f) - @thebearchives

forgiveness (f) - @starlost97

fan behavior (smau) - @lxclerc

black cat gf (smau) (^)

it's you and me (smau) - @lecsainz

party girl two (smau) - @natailiatulls07

amour (smau) - @marlenesluv

— ˢᵉᵇᵃˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵛᵉᵗᵗᵉˡ ⟡

jealousy jealousy (s) - @uluvjay

just you wait sunshine (a) - @unsolvedjarin

helmet kisses (headcannons) - @forteafy

drink water, not alchol (f) - @sebscore

me and my husband (smau) - @starkwlkr

i wait for you two three (smau) (^)

cherry flavoured (rbr!seb my love) (f) (^)

she's the boss (f) (^)

miss honey (f) (^)

always an angel, never a god (!!!! EASTING DISORDER !!!) (a) (^)

come back to me (CRASH) (a)- @lucyrose191

a shared history two three (f) (^)

teenage dirtbag (smau) - @bth3cowboi

it's never over (smau) - @thewispsings

— ᵍᵉᵒʳᵍᵉ ʳᵘˢˢᵉˡˡ ⟡

he got the girl (smau)- @thewispsings

million dollar baby (smau) - @everythingne

[muldj0rd]

History Hates Lovers || Brocedes

Almost 20 years. Lewis and Nico had known each other for almost 20 years

For 10 of those years had Lewis known his feelings for the blond German

In reality had he known for a lot longer, but only had accepted his feelings for 10 years

Lewis was a pussy, he knew that, not when it came to women he knew he was never gonna see again, but a pussy when it came to some blond, German, twink he had known most of his life

---

Barcelona 2016

Lewis didn’t plan on telling Nico anything, but neither did he expect Nico to approach him

“Hey… Lew” Nico said slight nervous as he stepped into Lewis’ drivers room “So- how do I say this” Nico looked up into the ceiling to try and figure out his words

“You want to sit, or…?” Lewis offered softly, pointing to the couch

Nico didn’t say anything, but sat down onto the couch “So, you know how, you’re like, gay, right?” It was never said out loud, but everyone knew Lewis was in some degree gay

“Yes?” Lewis hummed, leaning against the small table, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling vulnerable all the sudden

“How’d… How’d you know?” Nico asked softly, starting up at Lewis

Lewis hated how much those blue eyes of Nico’s made him melt every time

Lewis shrugged slightly “Kissed a guy at a party, and I blew him after. When it didn’t feel wrong…” He shrugged slightly again “Why’d you ask?” He asked confused

“I’ve… um… been slightly confused lately” Nico hummed “Would you- would you let me try? Y’know…” Nico asked, holding Lewis got the hint

Lewis was slightly surprised “Would I- I mean, yes” He shrugged slightly “If you promise it won t change our friendship” He mumbled

“Of course. Of course it won’t” Nico said, standing up and walked over to Lewis, slightly taller than the Brit

Nico hesitated slightly, but eventually leaned in, closing the gap between the two, kissing Lewis softly

Lewis kissed back immediately, trying not to be too eager, or show how much he actually liked being kissed by Nico

“Doesn’t feel wrong” Nico hummed, pulling slightly back from Lewis, his hand on his jaw “Would you allow me to…” Nico trailed out, hoping not to step on any of Lewis’ boundaries

“You want to… Blow me?” Lewis asked surprised

“I mean… it’s fine if you won’t let me, I just wanted to confirm if I was or not” Nico said softly

“Y-you can” Lewis hummed, stuttering slightly

“Thank you” Nico got so fast onto his knees, that Lewis was afraid that he’d hurt them

Lewis had yet to change into his suit, so it was just his jeans Nico had to get through

Nico’s hands worked quickly to get Lewis’ belt out of his jeans, the button and fly worked quickly as well

Lewis grabbed the edge of the table harshly, stabilising himself from tightening his hand in Nico’s hair

Nico pulled down Lewis’ jeans and briefs, letting them rest at his mid thighs, spitting in his hand before slowly stroking Lewis softly

When Nico licked at Lewis’ tip, he looked up, seeing his head thrown back, biting his lip harshly, trying to keep himself from moaning out loud

Nico started moving his mouth on Lewis, the slight older man’s hips bucking slightly

Nico took his hand up to Lewis’ neck, tapping him slightly, getting him to look down at him, making intense eye contact

Lewis whimpered at the eye contact, trying to look away, but Nico had forced him to keep looking at him

“Please- don’t make me” Lewis almost cried out, but Nico was still forcing him to look down, moving his head and mouth faster

“Fuck” Lewis moaned softly, a hand covering his mouth the other still grabbing the edge of the table tightly

Neither seemed to blink as they kept eye contact, so many thoughts filled Lewis’ mind that he didn’t think at all

“F-fuck, Nico, ba- I’m close” Lewis managed to stop himself mid nickname, surprising himself by even calling him in the first place

Nico hummed around Lewis, the older man not sure if it was to pull him closer, torture him, or to give him permission to come

Lewis tried pulling Nico’s head back and off of his cock to come on his face, but Nico held himself close, Lewis coming down his throat instead, his body shaking slightly

They were both panting heavily as Nico pulled off of him, swallowing Lewis’ cum

“Y’know” Nico groaned, standing up again as Lewis got himself back into his briefs and jeans “You’re not that hard to fool” Nico chuckled

“What?” He mumbled, still panting slightly and dazed

“I know I’m queer” He shrugged “Was just an excuse to kiss you, the blow job was a bonus” He grinned slightly

“What’you mean?” Lewis was more confused than ever, not even sure he was happy about the kiss and blow now

“I like you, Lewis. I just wanted to make sure you felt the same before…” Nico sighed, caressing Lewis’ cheek softly

“And a blow is the way?” He chuckled softly

“Shut up” Nico chuckled, leaning in to kiss Lewis again, this time a little more heated, his hands on the Brit’s waist

“So… Are we a thing now, or…?” Lewis asked breathy as Nico pulled back

“Relationship, Lewis” Nico chuckled the answer

“Relationship, yes” Lewis nodded softly

---

After the crash, they didn’t speak- well, they did once, and that was only to yell at each other

Nico broke the relationship off faster than it had started, and from then on, ignoring each other like the plague

They had been together for only a few hours, but it was the best hours of Lewis’ life, and he would never forget that blow job

---

Hungary 2024

Nico had been bringing Lewis up in interviews more and more

Lewis hated it

He had spent years ignoring him, and now it’s like Nico is trying to manipulate or play mind games to get them talking again

He even saw Nico looking at him more often in the paddock, Lewis looked away immediately, acting if he hadn’t seen him

Post-interview, and Nico was doing them

Lewis couldn’t ignore him there. Smile and pretend

Lewis saw the sincerity in Nico’s smile. It reached his eyes. Nico was actually happy to see and talk to Lewis

Mind games thought Lewis. Keep smiling and pretending

Then Lewis’s body betrayed him, accidentally winking at the blond before handing the mic to one of the crew

Lewis quickly turned away, but caught a glimpse of Nico looking after him, blushing slightly, smile now faded

---

“You winked at me” Lewis groaned as he heard the familiar voice behind him at the bar he decided to go to

“One of many mistakes I made with you” Lewis sighed, not turning to look at Nico

“You’re telling me that you didn’t enjoy that blow job?” Nico asked with a chuckle, now leaning against the counter beside Lewis, looking down at him

“Didn’t say that. I said it was a mistake” Lewis corrected Nico, taking a sip of whatever the bartender had given him

“So you’d want to do it again?” Nico chuckled, more to assure him that there was hope he’d want it again

“No” Another sip from his glass

“Sebastian and Mark worked it out, why can’t we?” Nico asked, shifting slightly on his feet

“I don’t want to” He sighed

Nico turned Lewis’ head by his chin, something that made him swoon, but he couldn’t show him that

“Think about it, Lew” Nico leaned down to kiss him softly, which Lewis did reciprocate “Same hotel, room 644” Nico sighed before walking off and out of the bar

“Lover?” The bartender asked softly

“Worse” Lewis said “Do you think I should-“ “Yes. He seems genuine” The bartender answered, shrugging slightly

Lewis nodded, drowning the rest of his drink, closing out his tap and went out of the bar as quick as he could

“Took you long enough” Nico hummed, startling Lewis slightly as he went out of the bar

“Shut the fuck up” Lewis said, moving to kiss Nico. It was tender, but needy at the same time, holding onto whatever he could reach of him

“Hotel?” Nico asked softly, to which Lewis hummed, trying to kiss Nico again

---

The drive was a blur, but Lewis faintly remember stolen kisses and touches to the upper thighs in the back of the cab

Nico had Lewis pressed up against the wall of the elevator, attacking his neck with his lips, holding onto his waist

Lewis arms were attached around Nico’s neck, giving more space on his neck for Nico, whimpering every time the blond’s teeth grazed his skin

Lewis didn’t want to seem needy, but the small whine that left his mouth as Nico fumbled with the keycard had the blond chuckling slightly

“Needy?” Nico asked, finally getting the door open

“Asshole” Lewis groaned, yelping slightly as Nico pulled him into the room, pushing him up against the now closed door

“Definitely will be doing something to your asshole” Nico chuckled, kissing Lewis tenderly and messy, while his hands worked on the slightly shorter man’s shirt

“Then hurry the fuck up” Lewis said, raising his hands so Nico could pull his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor

“So much better than photos” Nico hummed, his thumbs pressing softly against Lewis’ abs, the touch making the Brit whimper

Nico pulled at Lewis’ belt, pulling him off the wall and towards the bed, pushing him softly onto it

Nico leaned down, mouthing at Lewis’ abdomen, making him whine and whimper, squirming under his touch

“Nico- please” Lewis whimpered, fisting in the back if Nico’s shirt, trying to get it off of him

Nico sat back again “Always impatient” Nico chuckled, but pulled his shirt off anyways

Lewis looked down. Nico had always looked good, and some how, this look- having gained slightly weight since ‘16, was a way better look

“Always the starer” Nico chuckled, his hands working on Lewis’ belt, getting it unbuckled

“Can’t help it. You look so good” Lewis whimpered slightly, lifting his hips so Nico could pull his jeans and briefs down and off of his legs

“I don’t have lube, so we have to use spit, that okay?” Nico asked, softly caressing the insides of Lewis’ thighs

“Mhm. Fine” Lewis said, nodding slightly as he took Nico’s right hand, taking two of his fingers into his mouth, starting to suck harshly and throughly, swirling his tongue around him

Once Nico’s fingers were soaked with Lewis’ spit, did he pull them out, making Lewis whine slightly

Lewis bend his knees when Nico lightly slapped the outside of his thigh with his left hand

Nico slowly pushed a finger into Lewis, slowly stretching him open

Nico only started moving his finger when Lewis slowly ground his hips down against his hand, silently begging for Nico to move

He chuckled softly as he slowly and softly moved the one finger in and out of Lewis, loving his small sounds just as much as he did back in ‘16

Nico slowly pushed in a second finger, praising and soothing Lewis, hoping to make the burn more pleasurable

“I-I’m fine. Move” Lewis panted softly, his eyes closed, gripping at the sheets tightly

Lewis whimpered quietly when Nico slowly and softly began moving his fingers

Lewis back arched off of the bed as Nico curled his fingers up to rub against Lewis’ prostate, making him moan loudly

“Nico- please. Just fuck me, please” Lewis moaned out, his eyes screwed shut, hands tight in the sheets

“You’re always so fucking impatient” Nico hummed, pulling his fingers out of Lewis, wiping them clean on his inner thigh

Lewis could only whimper at Nico’s words while the German emptied his pocket, putting his phone on the bedside table, only making Lewis more needy

“Hurry, please” Lewis whined as Nico slowly worked his jeans and briefs off of his legs “You’re horrible”

“And yet, you’re naked and spread out on my hotel bed” Nico hummed, getting his own naked body between Lewis’ legs

“Shut up” Lewis put his legs around Nico’s hips, trying to pull him close

Nico spit in his hand, stroking himself to get wet so the push would be smoother and burn less

“You’re so fucking slow” Lewis whined, only earning him a tight slap to the outside of his thigh, making him let out a sound between a yelp and a whimper

“Keep complaining and I’ll stop right before your orgasm” Nico warned him

“‘M sorry” He apologised, squirming under his intense stare, but it was soon replaced with a moan as Nico slowly pushed into him

“F-fuck. Slow” Lewis whimpered, pushing slightly at Nico’s abdomen, making him go slower

“You were never one to go slow” Nico chuckled, but went slower anyways

“There’s a difference between fast in the track and when I get cock in me” Lewis panted, his head fallen back onto the pillow “Especially without lube” He whimpered

“Why did you expect me to have lube?” Nico panted softly, having now bottomed out, his hips firm against Lewis’ ass

“I never said I expected you to have it” Lewis chuckled, making Nico chuckle as well “Move, please”

Nico nodded softly, spreading Lewis’ cheeks, spitting down and slowly starting to move his hips

Lewis started by whining and whimpering before they turned to moans when Nico angled his hips to thrusts up into his prostate, speeding up slightly

Nico’s groans quickly turned into moans as well, feeling Lewis tightly around him, clenching around him every now and then

When Lewis was so close to his orgasm that he was babbling, Nico was almost out of spit as he kept spitting down to make the movements more pleasurable for them both

“P-please. So close” Lewis whimpered, his hand loosely around his own cock, pumping slowly

“Come for me, Lewis. I’m not holding you back” Nico moaned softly, feeling himself so close to his orgasm

Lewis felt himself let go a few thrusts later, his body shaking as he came all over his abdomen and stomach, the cum bright against his dark skin

Nico’s thrusts were sloppy and short before he came inside Lewis, grunting softly before he softly laid on top of him, giving no mind to the cum now also sticking to his own stomach

Nico slowly pulled out of Lewis, both whining softly before they moved so Nico was spooning Lewis from behind, his arms around his waist and abdomen

“You got a message on your phone” Lewis informed Nico as he heard the sound and saw the screen light up

“Can you check it?” Nico asked, his eyes closed, forehead resting between Lewis’s shoulder blades

“What’s the-“ “Your birthday” He answered without hesitation, not even the slightest embarrassed that his password were Lewis’ birthday

“It’s from Vivian” Lewis sighed, sitting up on the bed, throwing Nico his phone

Nico took a quick glance at the text “It can wait” He sighed, watching Lewis stand up from the bed “Where you going?”

“I need to go” Lewis said, starting to dress himself

“At least let me clean you up, baby” Nico said, also now sitting up on the bed

“Bet you call her that too” Lewis said, his hands working on getting his belt buckled again

“Lewis-“ “I don’t want any more of your mind games. You need to choose, Nico” Lewis said before pulling his shirt over his head and leaving Nico alone

---

Belgium 2024

“I have chosen” Nico said once Lewis opened the door his hotel, freshly showered by the look of it, having won- some what at least

“Nico? W-what you mean ‘chosen’?” Lewis asked confused

“Last week, in Hungary, you asked me to choose. I did. I choose you, Lew” Nico explained

Lewis nodded softly “Is this something you wanna talk about, or…?”

“Just shut up” Nico said, kissing Lewis hard, pushing him slightly back into the room so he could close the door

“Could’ve warned me” Lewis chuckled, holding onto Nico’s waist softly

“You always said you like surprises” Nico mumbled against Lewis’ lips, softly pushing him onto the bed

“What will you do if I don’t have any lube, hm?” Lewis asked as Nico got in between his legs, removing his own shirt

“Spit worked out the last time” He panted softly, pulling down Lewis’s sweats and briefs, the two only things the Brit were wearing

“Well, lucky for you, I did bring some. In case you were actually quick in a decision for once” Lewis chuckled, earning a warning glare of Nico “Suitcase” He said, pointing to it on the floor

It wasn’t long before Nico was knuckle deep inside Lewis with two of his fingers, curling them upwards to hit his prostate, getting Lewis a moaning and squirming mess under him

“N-Nico. Please” Lewis moaned out, his hands tight on Nico’s biceps, nails digging into the skin softly

“Why you always gotta be so impatient?” Nico chuckled, pulling his fingers slowly out of Lewis, wiping them clean on his thigh before pulling his own jeans and boxers down

“Because…” Lewis scoffed softly “Have you seen yourself. All German, blond and twinky” Lewis explained breathy

“Why does that sound like Sebastian, hm?” Nico hummed, settling back in between Lewis’ legs

“Don’t talk about Seb when you’re about to fuck me” Lewis said, trying to pull Nico closer by his waist

“Fair enough” Nico hummed, stroking himself a few times to get the lube all over his cock “Pillow”

Nico put the pillow underneath Lewis’ hips, making the angle better as Nico slowly pushed himself into Lewis, the push this time much easier and more pleasurable

“Just like that, baby” Nico hummed, pushing himself all the way, spitting praises at Lewis who was seemingly getting more used to the stretch

“Move, please” Lewis whimpered out, trying to move his hips back against Nico’s

“Just lay still, schatzi�� Nico hummed, starting to move his hips, slowly and softly fucking Lewis, the most beautiful sound leaving the Brit

“Fuck, baby- you sound so good” Nico moaned softly, moving his hips slightly faster and harder, causing him to fuck into Lewis’ prostate, the room now being filled with Lewis’ loud moans

“Nico, please- touch me, please” Lewis moaned loudly, his nails probably breaking the skin of Nico’s biceps

Nico chuckled softly, but did as Lewis wanted, stroking his cock to the same pace as his thrusts

“Come for me, baby. I can both feel and see you’re close” Nico taunted, watching as Lewis dropped pre-cum down his cock

Lewis didn’t get to say anything as Nico’s name rolled off of his tongue loudly as he came, his body spasms and his hole clenching down around Nico tightly

Not even a second later did Nico come, holding his hips still as he bottomed out into Lewis, feeling sweat drip down his body

They laid like they did last week. Nico spooning Lewis from behind, his arms around his waist

Nico got a message on his phone again “Check it?” Nico asked softly, kissing Lewis between his shoulder blades

Lewis hummed as he reached for Nico’s phone the floor

Viv ❤️

Do you know when you’re landing tomorrow, baby?

“You’re un fucking believable” Lewis scoffed, getting up from the bed, pulling his briefs on

“What?” Nico asked confused, sitting up on the bed

Lewis threw Nico’s phone at him, not caring about the slight hiss that Nico let out “Baby, I can explain” Nico said standing up as well

“You said you choose me” Lewis said loudly, watching how Nico pulled his briefs on again

“And I did, baby. Please-“ Nico tried, but Lewis cut him off

“You might’ve chosen me, but does she know that? Does she know that you’ve fucked me twice in one week?” Lewis was panting slightly “Does she know?”

Nico sighed, shaking his head slightly “No” Lewis only scoffed

“I’m not willing to be some kind of side piece for you-“ “And you’re not, baby. I promise you”

“God! You’re just so-… fuck! Get out. Get the fuck out, Nico” Lewis said, pointing to the door

“Lewis, please-“ “Get your fucking clothes on and leave. I ain’t wanna ever see you again” Lewis said, watching as Nico got his clothes on fast

Lewis never cried over Nico, never allowed himself to do so, but when Nico had left, Lewis slid down the door, curling into himself, allowing himself to cry over Nico

[lipringlrh]

carrying on with my post about brocedes timelines i’m going to write a brocedes inspired fic with either lewis or max following the event of the real thing (if not lewis based a bit more on the drivers results) so which driver’s preferred for it

also i can never finish series so if anyone has any tips PLEASE lmao also if it’s another driver suggest which pretty please🙏

[themultifanshipper]

hatesex with Daniel Riccardo x reader 🟠 reader is a sister of either max or Norris lol whatever works for you but they're at a party then Daniel and reader get to a huge argument max/Lando told them to settle it privately so they went to the guest room to talk it out and I guess you know where the story goes from here (reader getting absolutely railed by Daniel)

It’s hard to make a name for yourself in motorsports when your last name is already famous, in the form of a three time formula one world champion.

Warnings: driver!reader, Verstappen!reader, bickering, Daniel is a real dick in this one guys, but so is reader, rancid vibes, smut, PinV sex, rough sex, kinda dubious consent at first, choking, y’all know the drill, basically fighting and fucking at the same time, it's something

(Also I forgot to put the first prompt in the fic but it's the viiibe)

You'd trailed behind him, following his every step (with a few years difference) and at the age of 21 you were starting your second year driving for VCARB.

You had met Daniel back when he and Max were teammates, and you immediately disliked him.

He flirted with everything that had a pulse, and he'd jokingly made a pass at you, and you'd gone straight to tell your brother.

You were 15.

It didn't go down well, at all.

On both sides. Max was furious at him for flirting with you, and Daniel was furious at you for snitching given that he had no idea Max was your brother.

You'd always been a hot-headed child. Using your mouth before your brain was your biggest flaw.

Then Daniel moved to Renault and you didn't see him again much after that.

But you vowed that if he was still in F1 by the time you got there, you would make his life a living hell.

And it was just your luck, Perez got fired at the beginning of 2023, Yuki was promoted, and your teammate Nyck was dropped mid season. Which meant that through some kind of fucked up twist of fate, Daniel Ricciardo was now your teammate. And to make matters worse, Redbull's circus pony also had the seat the year after.

You were the Verstappen project 2.0, and Daniel was a deeply resentful motherfucker.

Forget Senna and Prost, forget Brocedes, forget the old Verstappen-Ricciardo rivalry.

There was a new Verstappen in town, and she was worse than the last.

More aggressive, more petty, more youthful, and more talented (although Max would disagree with that last one).

Daniel didn't stand a fucking chance.

You'd even tried to buy each other out of the team, unsuccessfully.

But you did have one thing over him, and he didn’t even know it yet. Max was retiring after his 4th title, and you had been given his seat.

Max of course was good friends with Daniel, which made social situations quite awkward sometimes.

Like the party you were currently at.

You had won the last race, in Australia of all places, and there was a two week break during which Lewis (coming off the high of a p2 in a shitbox of a Mercedes) decided to throw a massive party in his penthouse.

Lewis knew how to throw a party, no one could deny that, but he seriously needed to be more careful what kind of scum he let through his front door.

That was your alcohol addled mind talking as you spotted Daniel walk in, stupid shirt open showing his stupid toned chest and stupid pants accentuating his slutty waist and stupid thick thighs…

That was also the alcohol talking.

Somehow you both ended up in the same circle on the patio along with a few other drivers.

The conversation inevitably steered towards Daniel's future in F1 given that he didn't yet have a contract for the 2025 season.

“So how does it feel being outperformed by not one, but two Verstappens in your career?”

You knew the question was petty and stupid and could only lead to another one of your regularly scheduled shouting matches, but you didn't give a shit.

He stopped mid-sentence and narrowed his eyes at you.

“And, how does it feel that you're in a backmarker team 14 years into your career, being overshadowed by someone in their second year?”

The silence was palpable, the other drivers were sipping their drinks and pretending they weren't listening.

Daniel was staring at you as if he couldn't believe you would dare start this shit in front of the others.

But you were drunk and loose lipped and right now you were capable of saying anything to rile him up.

Such as-

“And, hear me out, wouldn't it be funny if I got the Redbull seat before you do? And I didn’t even have to suck Christian's dick to get it!”

The fact that you were getting the other seat next year hadn't been revealed to the public yet, or the other drivers, or Daniel.

The words hit the group like a freight train, and you almost regretted opening your mouth, but the look on Daniel's face made it entirely worth it.

His nostrils flared and he slowly got up, didn't say a single word, and went back inside.

 The circle let out a collective breath.

“No comeback” you sighed, disappointed, downing the rest of your glass.

Lando, who was sitting next to you stared at you “Is it true about the Redbull seat?”

You smirked at him.

“Maybeee”

You stood up, brushed yourself off and followed Daniel inside, with the intention of getting another drink, when you were stopped in the hallway by your brother.

“What the fuck did you say to Daniel?” he hissed as he pushed you into the kitchen. “He’s angrily ranting about Christian and I just know you have something to do with it!”

You crossed your arms defiantly and stared at the neck of his polo shirt, avoiding his eyes.

“I might have mentioned something about him being washed and not being considered for next year’s Redbull's seat…” you shrugged “He's only angry because it's true”

Daniel chose that exact moment to walk into the kitchen, and when his eyes landed on you he scoffed.

“Getting scolded by your big brother now? Must be hard living in his shadow”

Once again, your mouth reacted quicker than your brain.

“That's rich coming from Redbull's talentless cash cow”

“You only just turned 21 and you're already drinking so much everything out of your mouth is bullshit-”

“Okay, that's it!” Max yelled.

He slammed his drink down next to yours on the counter and dragged you to the nearest guest room, motioning for Daniel to follow you.

“You two are actually driving me up the wall with this shit! I don't know why you hate each other so much but I am sick of the constant bickering. You are not coming out of this room until you find some way to get along!”

He slammed the door shut on his way out and you and Daniel were left in silence.

You just stared at each other, full of contempt.

“I hate you”

“Oh, I know! You’ve made that abundantly clear!”

Silence once again fell upon you because neither of you had anything constructive or remotely helpful to say, so you sat down on the bed and picked at your nails.

He just scoffed again and started pacing around the room.

You didn’t know how long the silence lasted, but it felt like it stretched on for at least ten good minutes before you decided you’d had enough.

You stood up abruptly, planning on storming out of there without a word, your brother be damned, when you stopped by Daniel speaking up before you’d even made it halfway across the room.

“Is true about the RedBull seat?”

You realized for the first time how shitty his situation actually was. And it probably wasn’t made any better by your constant insulting him. And breaking the news to him like that, in front of everyone was probably humiliating, and quite frankly a very shitty thing to-

“Because if it is you definitely don’t deserve it. It should go to a driver that’s earned it with experience, not Max’s second rate bitch of a sister”

Okay, never mind then.

You turned around to face him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem” he started, pushing himself off the wall he’d been leaning against “is that you don’t deserve that seat, I do.”

“Well despite you sucking Christian’s dick for a decade, he doesn’t agree.”

Daniel stepped towards you, towering over your frame menacingly but you continued “I’ve scored double the points in the first half of this season that you scored in your entire time at this team, so whether you like it or not, I’ll be taking Max’s seat next year.”

He growled and leaned down so that there was barely an inch between your faces. “Say that again, I dare you.”

“Which part? The part about me being better than you? Or the part about how you’ve been bending over for any team boss that’ll have you? It’s not exactl- mmf!”

He’d grabbed your neck and crashed his lips to yours, silencing the onslaught of painful truths he couldn’t accept.

You reflexively grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer, other hand weaving into his hair and pulling, making him grunt as he easily slipped his tongue into your eager mouth.

Fuck it felt good. It had been a while since you’d been able to find a random person who didn’t know who you were to have sex with, so you were slightly pent up. You could feel your body temperature rising as you started getting breathless, and Daniel bit your bottom lip.

You suddenly realised where you were and pushed him backwards roughly.

"I won in Australia"

“Fuck you” he panted.

“Never” you spat at him before attempting to walk past but he intercepted you and pushed you roughly onto the bed.

“Fuck you, fuck your trophy and fuck this fucking dress”

He took advantage of your disorientation to climb on himself and turn you over, hiking your hips up and shoving your dress up. 

“The fuck are you-“  you were interrupted by your panties being dragged down unceremoniously.

You gasped as a finger came to dip between your folds to feel the dampness that had pooled there. “Daniel don’t you fucking dare-“

“Pretty fucking wet for someone who claims to hate me” he slipped a finger in easily pumping it and out a couple of times before adding a second.

“I do hate you, and if you think anything you could possibly do will change that then you’re even more delusional than I thought” you managed to say through gritted teeth as he added a third, before undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out.

He popped the tip inside and slowly, inch by inch, slip into your tight heat.

I took everything you had in you to not make a sound, you refused to give him the satisfaction.

When he nudged your cervix you shuddered, but your lips stayed firmly sealed.

“Say the word and I’ll stop, sweetheart” he said, voice cracking with how good your walls felt around him, he’d waited for this moment for a long time.

You didn’t make a sound though, and he chuckled as he pulled out halfway.

“Thought so”

He thrusted back in roughly, making you choke on a moan as he continued at a relentless pace and his hips slapped against yours.

You whined quietly and he leaned over you, hips never faltering, to whisper in your ear “what was that beautiful? I didn’t quite catch it…”

After a particularly hard thrust you moaned properly for the first time and he laughed.

“Fuck you” you spat and his hand went to wrap into your hair to pull your head back as he mouthed at your neck.

“I am fucking you, and you’re going to come on my cock. Because even if you get the seat, I’ll get the satisfaction of knowing I have something Max doesn’t. This sweet fucking pussy, drooling helplessly around my cock while he’s in the other room.”

Each thrust was harder than the last, and your eyes were rolling back into your skull as you tried to maintain some sort of control.

But you were failing miserably, Daniel somehow hitting all the perfect spots as your legs gave out and you were forced to lay flat on the bed while Daniel pushed your head down into the pillows and he bullied his cock into your weeping cunt mercilessly.

“Daniel, fuck!” you whimpered, you high quickly approaching after the change of angle “Shit, I’m gonna…”

You were right on the edge, but Daniel pulled out suddenly, ripping your orgasm from your grasp.

“What-!”

He turned you over and pressed you into the mattress by your neck and shoved his cock back into you before you could protest further.

“I want to see you come undone on my cock, see your pretty face as you lose control.”

You gave him the most hate-filled look you could muster, but it quickly slipped away when he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen the angle.

Small whimpers escaped you despite you biting your lip to keep quiet.

That displeased Daniel greatly, so he grabbed your jaw and leaned over you.

“Open.”

He was so forceful you had no choice but to comply and he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed down on your tongue to stop you from concealing your noises.

“Wanna hear you baby, I want Max to hear how his precious little sister is actually a whore. How Christians new driver is fucking ruined on my cock. How despite how much you think you hate me, you’re going to scream my name while I fill you up.”

Your hands were scratching down his back at this point, only encouraging him to go harder, and your abandoned high quickly came back full force.

You moans got higher in pitch and Daniel used his other hand to rub messy circles over your puffy clit, essentially throwing you over the edge as your orgasm knocked the wind out of you.

Your cunt spasmed and clenched around Daniel and there wasn’t much he could do to hold off his own high as he came inside you, head falling to the crook of your neck as his hips finally grinded to a halt.

He didn’t move for a while as you both lay there catching your breaths, slowly coming to terms with what you’d just done.

“Max is going to fucking kill you” you said, and he snorted before pulled out.

“Oh please, Max is in love with me. Besides, who’s gonna tell him? You?” he raised a cocky eyebrow as you pursed your lips.

He was right, you sure as hell weren’t going to tell your brother about this.

“Whatever, you’re paying for my plan B. I’ll send you the bill.”

He just chuckled as you quickly got to your feet to pull your dress down and straighten yourself up in front of the large mirror in the corner (God, Lewis was a freak) before going off to find a bathroom to clean yourself up properly in.

In the corridor, you ran into Max, who crossed his arms and blocked your path.

“Well? Did you two sort it out?”

“No” you growled and he sighed dejectedly.

You didn’t have time for this though, you could feel Daniel’s cum leaking out of you and running down your leg, so you pushed Max out of the way and rushed to the nearest bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, Daniel came out of the bedroom right after, and just as Max looked at him he was still putting his belt back on.

It didn’t take a genius to guess what that meant, Max saw red as Daniel froze, the older man noticing him a beat too late.

Well, so much for keeping it on the down low…

The rest of the season was going to be interesting…

[bringbacktim]

hello! I was wondering if you could write an enemies to lovers for logan! like reader is an american driver or something and everyone compares the two americans, which annoys logan and reader. and hopefully it ends with fluff and smut! 🫶🏻 thank you in advance 🥹

I loved this request. Part 2 up now

America²

Not edited or proofread, mostly written while I was nearly asleep so definitely some mistakes . Endings a bit meh cause I kinda gave up towards the end

Warnings: arguments, logan being mean , y/n being kinda mean, oscar cameos , loads of dialogue , mentions of jacking/wanking off , mentions of America

Wc:1.7k

Being an American and a female f1 driver was basically the same as being stuck in the inner rings of hell. With there being two American drivers in the same grid year made what felt like everyone on earth compare the two to no end

The sport is British so most of the fans either hate Americans or think women shouldn't be f1 drivers so Y/n couldn't win in the eyes of the public , or Logan Sargeant for that matter . She had beaten him in the f2 championships in a very Hamilton/Verstappen Abu Dhabi way and he was not happy about it at all

Also the fact that oscar was becoming more of her friend and less of his didn't make Logan jump with joy

When they not only had to be on the same sofa in the same room for Thursdays press conference they were already in a bad mood , but when they found out they had to be sat next to each other was the last straw

"Oscar please swap seats with me , I'll let you past me in the race" Y/n begged the brunette

"Can't you suck it up and just sit next to him this once? And we both know your going to be behind me in the race" Oscar asked already knowing the answer would be a no

"You're no use piastri, have you seen Daniel or George anywhere?" She said looking around the room for them

"K mag would you mind swapping seats with me for the press conference?" Logan asked in a less begging tone than y/n

"Are we even allowed to swap places?" He questioned as he'd never known anyone to need to

"I'm sure you can if you need , which I do desperately" logan said the begging  starting to bubble to the surface

"What do I get out of it?"

"A great secret santa gift" he laughed

"Okay fine , I'll swap with you" he sighed as the younger boy celebrated and thanked him

Now that there was a wall between them that goes by the name of Kevin Magnussen the tension between them was less harsh as they didn't want another pr disaster to handle

There wasn't any outright mean or passive aggressive remarks to one another, but if logan would answer a question Y/n would start yawning or whisper something to kevin or Oscar beside her and if Y/n was answering a question logan would also talk to Kevin or try and discreetly check his phone that he definitely shouldn't have in his pocket . This didn't go unnoticed by literally anyone in the room and everyone on the sofa would make a mental note to ask about it later

Abu Dhabi weekend went from bad to worse . Logan dnfing in qualifying wasn't what anyone wanted well anyone that liked him, him coming 16th in the race due to him and Y/n fighting each other like some brocedes wannabe didn't help either

The radio messages that weekend were basically all bleeped out from the excessive use of profanity . It made yuki sound like a Saint and f1 twitter had a field day with it

Thankfully no one heard the conversations that went on in their driver rooms after the races because they were not nice in the slightest

"You're such a fucking bitch you do know that right?" Logan asked slamming the door behind him

"What because I'm better than you and you can't handle that?" She said with a smug smile on her face

"You ran me wide on that corner and made me go off track when you should've given me space" he fumed ( if that's even a word)

"Well maybe if you followed the racing line like any other normal fucking person I wouldn't have "ran you wide" " she spat back using air quotation marks

"God you think you're better than everyone else don't you"

"Oh yeah cause you don't think highly of yourself mr.god complex" Y/n said crossing her arms over her chest

"You're only personality trait is that you're a female f1 driver and you're only one because of all the men you dated to get here" now that was definitely the straw that broke the camels back . He could say whatever he wanted to her but  accusing her of nepotism was where this became more than some silly rivalry

"All the men I've dated to get here? Please enlighten me on these relationships because I sure as hell wasn't in them" she barked getting in his face

"Oh please we all know you and oscar had a thing , that's why you beat me in f2"

"Oh my god is that why you hate me so much ? Because your fragile masculinity can't stand the fact that a woman beat you" Y/n accused

"Here you go again playing the woman card, I don't like you for many other reasons" logan said despite not listing any aloud

"You're unbelievable logan" she said storming out of his drivers room slamming the door behind her . He knew he had gone too far but he doesn't know how to be anything other than mean to her

Once Oscar caught wind of the argument the two had he scolded them both and made them promise they'd apologise to each other but obviously that never happened because he was dumb enough to not make them do it while he was with them

Logan did get some repercussions for the comments he made to Y/n from Oscar because thats not how you speak to anyone and he said he wouldn't do it again , but truth be told he loved to see her riled up ( not that he'd ever admit that though)

"I can't believe you said she beat you because she was sleeping with me , Ive had a girlfriend since way before that point and I wouldn't go near her incase I ruin whatever two clearly have going on" Oscar half joked to his friend

"What are you on about dude?" Logan questioned a little grossed out at the thought

"The tension between you two that will definitely lead to at least a hate fuck by the end of the season" Oscar said while logan stared back at him blankly

"Abu Dhabi is the last race of the season though?"

"I'll make sure to leave you guys alone more often then"

"That is so not funny" he said trying to shake the image of them sleeping together out of his head

"Theres always the after party I know you two can get pretty wild after some drinks" Oscar said throwing them under the bus

"Do not speak that into the universe you dickhead" Y/n said walking into the room

"Oh yeah because I'm so into the idea myself.  Pretty sure it takes two to tango" logan remarked

"Shocked you know that seeing as you've been using your right hand the entirety of your life" she quipped

"Don't act like I haven't heard you and your devices through a hotel wall" logan teased

"Don't act like I couldn't hear you beating one out from the other side of that wall"

"Sorry to interrupt your dirty talk ; but you do realise you just admitted to basically wanking off to each other right?" Oscar intervened

"That is so not what I meant oscar" Y/n made clear

"Not that the same time mate, god I'd never be caught dead jacking it to her" logan defended

"I'm the only other American you know and you're the most patriotic person ever to exist so it wouldn't shock me if you did" she held back a laugh

"Has anyone ever told you you're not funny?" Logan asked as she gave him the finger and walked out

"You've seriously got to start being a bit nicer to each other , especially since we've got some post race press conference to go to" Oscar said walking out as logan trailed behind sighing

As everyone made their way to their seats for the second time that day , both Americans had calmed down after their lovers tiff and weren't as heated towards each other

When the questions got to Y/n she quietly sighed knowing what the questions would involve

"Okay question for Y/n how is it not only being one of the only Americans on the grid but also the only female driver on the grid?" She gave her usual answer that she couldn't answer for logan about what it's like to be one of the two Americans and that she has worked hard to get where she is now etc

"Another question for Y/n , how does it feel that you beat your fellow American by 5 points?" She wished they would stop comparing them just because they're from the same place , but answered the question in the nicest manner she could nonetheless which logan appreciated

The questions went down the line and soon it was logans turn , same as Y/n he was expecting to be asked about her and America

"So logan how does it feel to be beaten by your fellow American by 5 points?" The reporter asked

"Well it's not ideal obviously, but I felt like I was getting better towards the end of the season so who knows maybe next year I'll be beating her" he said looking at her to see if she was offended as he wasn't meaning to be

The questions were basically the same as Y/n had so he just copied her answers for most of them

Oscar and logan caught up after and spoke about how the season went for each of them and what they were doing during the winter break

"Thank god that's over" Y/n said waltzing over to the pair to see if they wanted to walk back to the hotel with her

"They need to get some new material ,do they think they have to ask about each other and America in every question" logan complained

"Tell me about it I've lost count" Y/n replied too tired to come up with some smart ass remark

"Do you guys want to go get dinner or something before we head back to the hotel?" Oscar jumped at the opportunity to get his best friends together for atleast a meal

"Sounds good to me"

"Yeah me too"

Thankfully, the walk to the nearest fast food restaurant wasn't that long . When they got the Americans were hounded by Oscar why they were nicer than usual not only in the press conference but also on the walk there , they blamed it on being tired and having enough of their pr officers being mad at them but Oscar knew the hate was starting to go away even if it was just a little bit