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[theemporium]

[3.5k] after his iconic first race win in formula one, lando gets to celebrate with his three favourite people. or, the charlandax smut i accidentally promised after a lando win with a lestappen podium. (smut)

note: this is fucking filthy and i kinda feel like i need to go to a confession booth. okay bye, nobody perceive me after this. she’s also unedited so beware (I’m too lazy to reread and edit rn)

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Lando Norris felt like he was on top of the fucking world but maybe that was just how it felt from the top step of the podium.

It hadn’t really hit him yet, despite his ears ringing from his own screams and the cheers from the crowd and the fans and his own team. It didn’t feel real until the national anthem began playing through the speakers, until he heard his team singing along, until he realised this was his reality. 

He was a Grand Prix winner. 

Finally. 

Surreal was the only word to describe how he felt. After years of second-place and third-place podium finishes, of people telling him his time would come, of having so many close calls, he did it. He fucking did it. And he didn’t just skim a win, it was fully fucking his as he soared past the chequered flag.

And for once, Lando basked in the knowledge that all eyes were on him. It didn’t give him that prickling, itching feeling under his skin. It didn’t make him want to  hunch his shoulders up to his ears. It didn’t make the little voice in the back of his head send him spiralling over every little thing he could be doing wrong. 

He had just won the Miami Grand Prix and everyone was staring at him and he fucking loved it.

But it meant more than just a win to Lando, it meant so much more than a trophy to add to his collection back home. It was about the years spent achieving this dream. It was about the effort and the support he had from the team to reach this point. It was about sharing this moment and standing on the podium with two people who meant the fucking world to him with the third watching all three of them from down below. 

It meant the fucking world to Lando. 

It was a blur of happiness and excitement and adrenaline as he stood on that top step. It felt like he was in a movie when the trophy was handed to him, the number one staring back at him like it was reminding him he had done it. It felt like a fucking dream when the champagne celebration started, his hand barely wrapped around the neck of the bottle when Charles and Max drenched and drowning him in champagne.

It was completely fucking unbelievable this was finally his reality.

Time was a blur of big smiles, loud cheers and so many people congratulating him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, it made something in his chest burst with pride as he felt his team slap him on the back as he walked through the garage. He felt like his life was complete when you threw your arms around him, tugging him close until your bodies felt like one.

“M’so cold,” he murmured as he wound his arms around you, holding you closer as he buries his face into your neck for some privacy, despite the countless cameras pointing at him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered back, just loud enough for him to hear because he was the only one who mattered in that moment. “This is the first of many.”

He sniffled, feeling his throat close up a bit but he just squeezed you tighter when the words didn’t come out as smoothly as he wanted. 

However, you were pulled away from him seconds later as he was directed towards the camera. With media duties and team debriefs and many more commitments, he didn’t have time to stop and celebrate with the people he wanted. He had to perform for the cameras, for the fans, for the people watching before he could. 

And honestly, he couldn't complain. There were worse problems to have.

His brain was running a million miles an hour, so many thoughts and feelings and emotions to try and comprehend that he barely noticed the other person in his driver’s room until the door shut behind him and he felt a pair of lips on his. 

“I am so proud of you, mon champion,” Charles murmured against his lips, the kiss short-lived due to the huge smile on his face. He pulled back enough to look at Lando properly, his hands holding the Brit’s face. “So, so proud of you.”

Lando felt his cheeks burn. “M’glad you and Max were up there with me,” he admitted, that funny feeling in his chest returning before he glanced around the room noticing that Charles was the only one in his driver room. “Where are the others?” Pause. “How did you even sneak in here?”

“I have my ways,” Charles answered vaguely, his eyes glinting with mischief. “And I’m here to help you hurry up. They are waiting in the car.” 

Lando snorted. “And they sent you to hurry me up?” 

“I may have come third, mon amour, but I’m still fast.” 

Despite his words, it took a few more minutes of Charles pressing kisses all over his face and mumbling a load of French that Lando didn’t understand before he was finally able to grab his belongings and make it out of the McLaren motorhome. 

His whole body was buzzing with energy, far too hyped up to even care about the way his face burned when he climbed into the backseat of Charles’ race weekend car, unable to wipe the smile off his face. 

This. 

This was what he had been waiting for. 

This moment to be with the people who loved more than his heart knew he was capable of. A moment to be with the people who believed in him no matter what, even when the rest of the world doubted him. 

And if Lando was being so completely honest, he was so lost in the buzz of his win that he didn’t think anything about your hand resting on his upper thigh. He was still lost in the race a few hours ago, still lost in the feeling of crossing the line and hearing Will’s voice over the radio confirming he secured his first Formula One Grand Prix win. 

So lost in that moment that he barely had a chance to drop his backpack on the floor of Max’s huge hotel suite before the Dutchman was reaching for him. With the privacy of the hotel room door locked from the rest of the world, Max didn’t hold back as he raked his hand through Lando’s curls. His fingers twisted in his hair, tugging sharply as his teeth nipped the Brit’s bottom lip. 

Lando couldn’t help himself when he let out a whine.

“Fuck,” Max groaned, tugging on his hair again as he watched Lando’s eyes flutter shut. “Look at our race winner, hm? So pretty, schat.”

Lando’s lips parted but words were lost on him. Instead, his eyes darted where you saddled up against Max’s side, head resting on his shoulder as you looked at Lando with a massive grin. 

“I think you broke him,” you teased, a faux pout on your lips. “Guess that throws all our plans out the window.”

Lando blinked before quickly shaking his head. “I—no, wait, what plans?”

Max grinned. “Your reward, baby. Didn’t think we were gonna celebrate your big day, huh?”

“I—” Lando paused, feeling something deep in his stomach twist in desire. “I just…I don’t know. I thought we were gonna go out…or something.”

“We could,” Charles spoke up as he slipped in behind Lando, his hands on the younger boy’s waist. “If that’s what you want. We can go out and celebrate with everyone else.”

Lando swallowed. “Or?”

“Or,” you repeated, your eyes lingering on his kiss-swollen lips. “You let us treat you like a proper race winner.”

“And what does that treatment include?” Lando asked, because that was just who he was. That little brat in him that wanted to know his options, that wanted to know exactly how he was being rewarded, who wanted to know exactly what was getting done to him. The little brat in him that was mouthy and sassy and usually got put in his place—that wanted to be put in his place.

And Max knew that. He knew that if he reached down, Lando was probably half-hard already. He knew that no matter what he said, Land would be down for it. He could see the glint in the Brit’s eyes, that realisation of what he could have without realising it. 

“Anything you want,” Max murmured, his thumb lightly tracing along Lando’s bottom lip. “You’re the winner, Lando. Our winner.”

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Anything you want. 

That was his limit—completely fucking endless. He had all the control in the palm of his hands to do whatever he pleased, whatever he desired, whatever he fucking wanted. 

But that wasn’t what Lando wanted. He didn’t want to be in charge. He didn’t want to be the person making the calls and decisions. That wasn’t his role in the bedroom and he never really wanted to be. He liked being the one who got to lay back, the one that people tried to tame and dominate only to realise he didn’t listen as easily as people wanted. 

He liked being the one that people worked to break. 

So, that was exactly what Max gave to him and Lando only slightly regretted his decision as he slumped back against the Dutchman, grinding his ass back against the older boy’s straining cock as he threw his head back against Max’s shoulder.

“Please, please, please,” Lando whined, trying to buck his hips forwards but Max kept his body in place, just where he wanted him. “S’too much.”

“I know, schatje,” Max mused, pressing a lingering kiss at the base of his neck just to hear Lando let out a small moan at the contact. “But look how pretty they look for you, all for you. You don’t want them to stop, do you?” 

But Lando couldn’t bring himself to respond. 

“None of that,” Max muttered, squeezing Lando’s sides to get the boy to listen. “Thought my winner was gonna be good for me, huh? Look at them, Lando. Look how good they are being for you. Look at how much they are enjoying this.”

The boy only managed to let out a whimper as he fluttered his eyes open, his chin tucking into his chest as he looked down at the sight Max was demanding of him. 

And, fuck, it made his knees buckle.

The two of you were absolute fucking messes. It felt like something out of a porno, one that would have Lando panting and whining and fantasising about because never once did he think it was realistic. And yet, here you and Charles were, looking like something out of his deepest desires. 

He couldn’t focus on one of you, it would have been a crime to not stare and ogle you both. The way you both looked utterly perfect on your knees in front of him, glossy eyes and flushed cheeks and looking so fucking blissed out as you both worshipped his cock—like you were fulfilling a purpose, like this was what the two of you were made for. 

And it was messy as fuck, something that maybe would have been gross to everyone else in the world, but Lando thought it was so fucking hot. The evidence of his previous orgasms splattered across you both, covering your lips and chins and naked chests. The way your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as Charles licked down the underside of his cock until he nosed Lando's balls. The way Charles had one hand wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping and stroking himself as you squeezed and played with your tits like it would give you some relief. 

But it wasn’t about your pleasure or Charles’ or Max’s. 

It was all about Lando. 

“Such good sluts on their knees for you,” Max muttered, lips brushing against his ear as his warm breath tickled against Lando’s skin. “Usually that’s you, schat. Getting on your knees for me, doing whatever I tell you.”

“Fuck,” he let out in a breathless whimper, turning his head to try and nuzzle his face into Max’s neck. 

“Do you like this, Lando? Like seeing them be such whores for your cock? So desperate and needy?” Max continued, his hands tightening on the younger boy’s waist as he looked down at you and Charles.

You let out a whine at his words, your thighs clenched together and your eyes fluttering shut as you traced your tongue along the slit of his cock. Your moans vibrated around his cock, leaving the boy a puddle underneath your touch as Charles placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his balls. 

“Bet they would stay there all night if you wanted them to,” Max mused as his eyes caught teary green eyes staring up at him, desperation shining in the pretty colour of them. “Bet Charles would love to take your cock down his pretty throat, he always does it so well for me. Hm, amour? Think you could take our pretty winner’s cock like a good boy?”

The sound Charles let out was pitiful and straight out of a fucking porno.

“Max,” Lando breathed out, his hands reaching back to try and grab onto the Dutchman. “Please, I-I need…”

“What do you need?” Max questioned, squeezing his sides. “Need more than their mouths, baby? Or maybe you need more than that.”

Lando felt his whole face burn as he let out a shameless moan when one of Max’s hands began wandering, when his fingers brushed along his skin before squeezing the fat of his ass. 

“The champagne wasn’t enough, hm? Maybe we need to fill you up,” Max suggested, like it was something as casual as talking about dinner options. “Bet you’d feel so nice and tight around me, baby. Maybe let Charles fill your pretty throat instead.”

“Please,” Lando whined.

“Yeah, you want that?” He could feel Max’s smile against his skin. “Let our pretty girl bounce on your cock whilst we fill you up? She would look so pretty sitting on top of you.”

Lando nodded his head vigorously, his nails slightly digging into Max’s skin. “I need it, Max, need it so bad.”

Max’s teeth scraped along the side of his neck. “Beg for it.” 

So he did. 

He begged for it until his voice was hoarse and his legs were shaking and his babbles were practically incoherent. He begged until he felt Max’s lips on his skin, joined by Charles and yours moments later as you three kissed and worshipped every inch of his body. He begged until his face was burning red, his blush spreading down his neck and chest as you praised him—your race winner—until he couldn’t take it any more.

He begged for it as you held his face, prepping kisses all over his face whilst Max worked him open. 

He begged for it as Charles marked along his neck and chest to help him relax as Max slowly slid inside him, stretching him open until he was a whimpering mess.

He begged for it as you slowly sunk down on his cock, your cunt already soaking and slick with your own arousal as he buried himself inside you. 

He begged for it until his hands were gripping Charles’ thighs, nails digging into his skin as he urged his cock further down his throat until he felt fucking full.

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth as you let your hands skim along his skin. Your fingers traced along the planes of his abs, watching them softly clench under your touch before you traced along his sides. You kept your hands moving, feeling the need to touch every fucking inch of him as he preened and squirmed under your touch. “You look so perfect like this.” 

Lando let out a muffled moan around Charles’ cock.

“Letting us fill you up, make you feel so good,” you continued, the walls of your pussy clenching around him. “This is what our race winner deserves. So pretty and fast today, baby, it’s so hot.”

One of his hands let go of Charles, blindly reaching out towards you until you caught the hint to intertwine your fingers together. You raised it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of his hand and something about the soft gesture whilst his body was being fucked into an inch of his life made the boy spiral. 

He couldn’t do anything but just take it, let the overwhelming pleasure wash over him until his whole body felt like it was on fire. His nerve endings felt like they had been turned up beyond the dial, like every touch was more thrilling than he could ever imagine. The words of praise was a muffled mess around him, three voices all mixed together as he felt hands all over his body. He felt safe, he felt full, he felt complete. 

It was a blur of too much pleasure and excitement and gratification when he finally came, white spots dotting his vision as he felt himself completely spill inside you whilst your cunt clenched around him, as Max’s cock hit the perfect spot deep inside him with every thrust. He was so lost in his own orgasm, in his own moans and whines and noises to fully realise the domino effect he started. 

To really appreciate the sight of you coming on his cock, bouncing up and down on his cock whilst your tits moved with each thrust. To really enjoy the sensation of Max coming deep inside him, squeezing him so hard that he was sure his skin would bruise the next day. To watch the way Charles stroked himself a few more times before spilling over his chest, just for you to lean down and lick up the mess until you leaned down to kiss him senseless. 

To be completely honest, he was waiting to wake up and realise this whole day was a dream. 

But he blinked. And blinked once more for good measure. And your smiling face was still there to reassure him this was real, that everything about today was real. 

“Hey,” he whispered, voice a little rough and hoarse. 

“Hey, baby,” you grinned back at him as you raised your hand to gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away a few stray tears that slipped out. “How are you feeling, Mr Race Winner?”

And despite the exhaustion settled deep in his bones, Lando beamed at you. “Feel like I’m the king of this fucking world.”

You giggled. “Then our job here is complete.” 

Lando huffed out a laugh, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to fight the urge to curl up and sleep for the next week straight. 

“Don’t tell me that’s you done for the night,” Max’s voice spoke from somewhere else in the room, somewhere away from the bed but Lando couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes just yet. “There’s a whole city wanting to celebrate with you tonight.”

“Ugh, being a race winner is so much work,” Lando whined playfully, reaching for you to pull you closer before you could pull away from him. “Let’s just stay here forever.”

“All a part of the title, mon amour,” Charles teased as he settled down beside the younger boy on the bed. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss to Lando’s forehead. “I heard the other drivers making bets on who could buy you the most shots.”

Lando let out a breath. “Fuck, they are gonna try to kill me.”

“We wouldn’t let that happen,” you assured him, but he could hear the smile in your voice. “I’m sure Max would join you.”

“Thanks, schat,” Max grumbled as he wandered back into the room, a wet washcloth in his hand. “We have a few hours before we are meant to meet everyone anyways. Have a nap, you can shower when you wake up.”

Lando blinked his eyes open, a cheeky smile on his face. “Alone?”

Max rolled his eyes. “It’s never enough for you.”

“I’m a high maintenance guy,” Lando replied. 

“We know,” you murmured with a snort, only to gasp when he pinched your side. “Hey!”

“You can’t yell at me, I’m a race winner,” he shot back at you, grinning wider when you rolled your eyes. 

“Yes, that is exactly how this works,” Charles snorted as he slumped down on the pillow beside Lando, reaching for the Brit to curl up beside him. “That and club blowjobs.”

“It was one time,” Max grumbled. “And it wasn’t even my idea!”

“I didn’t regret it for a second,” you smiled shamelessly at the Dutchman before raising your hand, trying to pull him down onto the bed with the three of you. “C’mon, we can clean up properly later. I wanna cuddle.” 

“So needy.”

“In the wise words of race winner Lando Norris, I’m a high maintenance guy.”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Lando murmured, his cheek pressed into the pillow with a sleepy smile on his face. “Someone stitch that onto a pillow.” 

“Please go to sleep before I gag you both.” 

“They would probably like that, mon amour.”

“You too, Charles.” 

“Always so bossy, Verstappen.”

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[shootingstar-scuderia]

wip tag game ! !

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

thank you to the lovely @foreveralbon for tagging me in this game and letting me yap about what i've got in the pipeline. (the formatting of this is so horrendous i'm so sorry)

x reader fics:

and i know you all over again -- (lando)

under the golden sky -- (lando)

aquamarine moonlit swimming pool -- (danny)

moon as my mistresses -- (it's an empty document but it's in my x reader folder so idk)

we’re really not strangers -- (danny)

lando first win charlandax -- (charles, lando, max)

Horrible euphoria themed frat party -- (frat!landoscar)

Oscar (first win?) -- (oscar)

non x reader fics:

hippodromes and hedons -- (nortrell)

devil in the water -- (lando)

false god -- (charles)

let you break my heart again -- (charles)

Oh Soldier, Take Your Time -- (lestappen)

lacy landoscar/carlando - lando is oscar’s carlos -- (carcar)

i’m still a believer but i don’t know why -- (charles)

blurring out my periphery -- (landoscar)

Are we written in the stars? -- (lestappen)

tagging: @scuderiahoney @theemporium @sof1shticated @leclerced @freeuselandonorris + anyone who wants to join in!!

[theemporium]

oneshots

☞welcome to miami (smut)

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[theemporium]

Ok ok pornstar charlandax

I know we’ve talked in the past about reader putting a little bit of lipgloss and mascara on Charles and having Max be lowkey feral about it

but now I’m picturing her telling Max to start the stream by himself because she has a surprise for him and he’s telling chat that he knows she must have cooked up something good when she pokes her head in and asks him if he’s ready and then brings Charles and Lando in with some mascara and gloss and some really sparkly highlighter and he about falls over because are you kidding me all those juicy shiny lips and big eyes and he can just imagine the mascara tracks through the highlight from choking on his cock and the sticky kiss marks across her tits

it’s the different shades of lipstick/lipgloss that are pressed all over everyone’s skin and the way he has the three of you all fucked and blissed out with the streaks of mascara running down your faces🫠

[theemporium]

twenty second gap ahead? HOT

holding onto second place despite the team not listening to your complaints about the car? HOT

holding back a mclaren in the shit box ferrari? HOT

CHARLANDAX PODIUM? HOT HOT HOT

[theemporium]

if we get a charlandax podium with a lando win, mark my fucking words, i will write charlandax smut

[theemporium]

charlandax my beloveds<3333

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me realising I now have to logistically work out how to write charlandax smut

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thinking about streamer sluts charlandax and how the house is just decorated with race memorabilia. It’s all their trophies and helmets, it’s art of the tracks and their cars. And like it’s almost laughably easy to decorate their house bc they just have to put their shit places and it counts as decoration.

But like reader moves in and slowly but surely shes making the place more homey. All of a sudden there’s blankets on the couch and candles on the coffee table. There’s cute little plants in the bookshelf and little bobbles all over the place.

And that’s when the boys realize that she’s what’s they were missing all this time. This is what they need to completely separate themselves from racing and the emotions that comes with it. And it’s like oh, that’s where you’ve been, this is what we’ve been missing

-🌠

she just brings such a soft, homely touch🥹

and the way it hits the boys in different ways. like they come back from a triple header and max is like, “oh woah, it smells like a bakery in here” before he notices the candle

or charles is lying on the couch and he’s complaining about how cold it is and she just grabs a blanket she tucked under the coffee table and he’s like :0

or lando complaining about the shelf space in his office looking weird and the next time he comes back home, you’ve filled it up so it’s all his trophies and helmets and your books and trinkets mixed together🥲

[theemporium]

⫷poly!lestappen⫸

⫷poly!maxiel⫸

⫷poly!norstappen⫸

⫷poly!charlando⫸

⫷poly!carlando⫸

⫷poly!charlos⫸

⫷poly!landoscar⫸

⫷poly!charlandax⫸

[theemporium]

thinking about the streamer sluts charlandax again

just reader all comfy cozy in the background of their streams with her fuzzy socks and weighted blanket. lando and charles yelling at max as he runs them off the track in sim racing. the three of them begging reader to come join them, "please baby, please. just one game, just one" idk something about it just feels so domestic to me

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she’s got a wee book she’s reading while they all stream and whenever she lets out a gasp or has an audible reaction, the boys are snapping their head around to ask her what’s happened

or they let her have a wee ramble about her book whilst they drive and maybe that’s the only thing that really distracts max because he’s the only one with a memory good enough to remember your past rambles so he gets invested in the conversation

and then he accuses the three of you being in cahoots but it’s all jokey and lighthearted and you eventually agree to play with them as long as it’s mario kart and not sim racing🥲

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Poly charlandax, but catching you watching edits of them. I'm a sucker for that trope (it's not really a trope, but whv)

Imagine them coming up behind you when you think ur being sneaky watching them and you get caught probably on some secret/private acc, following the editors and hastags, all the different collections, each with like 200 vids.

Lando would try and act so cocky about it, but inside, I think he's getting a little bashful 🥹🫢, especially when those cuter edits come up.

I feel like Charles would immediately go red in the face, but also it's totally an ego boost for him 😶

Meanwhile, Max would just damn well be so smug about it and probably turn it into a competition of which of them you watch the most edits of 😭

THEY WOULD BE SUCH BASHFUL BUT COCKY WEE SHITS PLEASE

but the way their hearts just melt when you tell them you mostly watch them when you miss them🥲and the way you’d have a folder for each but another folder with joined edits of them

and the boys definitely ask you to share the ones that aren’t of them because they miss each other too and they wanna see the edits as well😭

[theemporium]

Poly charlandax 🥰

my streamer sluts<3

[theemporium]

thinking about charlandax again and how maybe lando wins his first gp by a fluke. no one expects it, reader isn't even there. it's one of the ones she couldn't make, one of the ones that no one thought would be of any significance. and then all of a sudden it is.

and lando is trying to be happy, he really is. max and charles have taken him out, the club is spinning, too bright, it's just verging on the edge of being overstimulating. and he's homesick, he so badly wishes that reader was here with them. he so badly wishes that she was there to hug him tight and pepper kisses to his face and tell him i knew you could do it, i knew you would do it. max and charles kissing him a sweet congrats when he gets out of his car, in the middle of interviews, sates him but still. his life is good but it could get better

and he also knows what the people online are saying. he know that people out there think it wasn't deserved, that it wasn't a race that he won but a race that was handed to him by a lucky break. how there are people out there who would tear his heart out of his chest and crush it to mud without a hesitation all because of the way he drives a car, all because of who he loves.

and the clubs is still spinning when max sticks his phone in front of lando's face, the lights so bright it only serves to disorient him more. but he sees reader on the other end of the call and he's clinging on like a lifeline. and the connection is shitty and max and charles are crowding him so they can all say hi to her but now he's not too sure if the thumping he's feeling is the beat of the music or the way his heart always seems to race with fondness when he sees her.

and raising his voice to match the volume of the music he tells her i miss you so much, i wish you were here and she tells him no you don't, you wish you were here panning the phone to the empty space of bed beside her showing the messy sheets, the glasses max left on the nightstand, and the little plush charles gave her to hold when they're away. and as much as he wants to deny it, she's right, she always is.

and just for a moment he let's himself think about what it would be like to give this all up, to not have to leave home for weeks at a time, to not have to worry about fans or the hate he gets or his diet. he let's himself wonder just for a moment, because he know that this isn't a dream he gets to have right now, but one he cam promise himself for the future.

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PLEASE!!!!

I think lando is just one of my favs to just get in his head, ya know? especially in circumstances like this, you just know the way his head would be spinning because there’s a part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve the win either

and he’s trying to push that down, to enjoy the feeling, to celebrate with charles and max who seem like they are over the moon to celebrate but he just can’t push away the twisting feeling in his gut

and he craves you because he knows you’d understand him. he knows you would understand exactly what his headspace was at that moment. he just craves you

and he feels guilty when he eventually waves charles and max off, muttering something about being too tired to celebrate anymore and just wanting to sleep but he honestly just wants them to sleep so he can think in peace

and he almost feels bad when he stumbles into the bathroom at four in the morning, calling your phone but he just needs to hear your voice. he needs to hear you say that he deserved the win because you know exactly where his head is at and he just needs that reassurance from someone who understands🥹

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Charlandax would definitely be worried sick if driver!reader is in a crash, but how would they react if THEY caused the crash? (Obviosly accidentally)

I think that out of the three of them, max would blame himself the most, because maybe the media is viewing his attempt at an overtake,which could look aggressive, and just start calling him mad max again, and blaming him for being too aggressive on track? And he might start distancing himself from the other three out of fear that they'll blame him too🥺

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THE GUILT STOP IT

lando would be the hardest on himself, without a doubt. we’ve seen what happens when this boy just fucks up a little and how critical he is on himself, but if affected one of you too??? nah that boy is literally tearing himself apart and it would take so much reassurance for him to get out of his own head about it

charles would just be a mess. this boy is so apologetic in every sense of the words. he’s overwhelming you with apologies, the media, the other boys, both teams. the boy just doesn’t want you to be angry with him and he’s scared he’s upset all of you

but I totally agree with max. he would pull away because it almost becomes this mindset of ‘I’m not meant for good things’. between the media creating this story of mad max’s return and maybe even his own father praising him for taking you out and continuing his own race, the boy is drowning in so many emotions he doesn’t even understand. I think yous would give him a week because you know it’s best not to push him but you will be knocking his door down on day eight, dragging him back to yous because you miss your boy and you can’t handle another day of him being lost in his own guilt alone

[theemporium]

oh girll don't even get me started on charlandax, they have been occupying my mind, living rent free fr. i honestly think that it would have to be with driver!reader bc if my three hot and sexy partners were going away for two, three weeks at a time i think i would lose my mind.

all i can think about is them being on break and max and charles coming home from running errands all a flurry, deep in a bout of maxsplaining and lecerifying. they come barreling into the bedroom, still talking their heads off, startling lando and reader who are lying in bed, curled into each other, watching some tiktoks or something.

and like the domesticity of it all, the way max and charles immediately get into bed with them. the way charles is smoothing back lando's curls to give him a little kiss while max tucks himself into bed next to reader, pressing a soft kiss on her shoulder. and the way max hauls lando over for a kiss while reader crawls over to charles' side to whispering a soft 'missed you' and a sweet kiss.

and they turns on some silly tv show that can play in the background as max and charles continue to talk. lando is interjecting in their conversation, making lil quips at the when he know it'll rile them the most. and reader is half listening to them talk bc it's less about what they're saying and more about the feeling. she's squished between all three of them and just feels so warm and safe and cozy 🥹🥹

not to mention how they all fit into each other and bring their own things to their relationship. 🥹🥹 the way all their competition on tracks fade away the moment they get out of the car. all of a sudden they're not drivers racing against each other but partners uplifting and supporting each other.

(can u tell i'm feeling a certain type of way?)

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just imagining how much lando would love to get the wee mwahmwahmwah kisses from charles🥹the boy just lifts his head as charles approaches the bed, a wee grin on his face as charles preps them all over his face

and the way all of them get used the maxsplaining. the boy is rambling on, meanwhile charles is listening intently and nodding along whilst lando is half asleep on the reader’s chest and it’s so fucking wholesome

AND THE POTENTIAL WITH HER BEING A DRIVER OR WORKING IN FORMULA ONE??? especially with a driver tho, because could you imagine she’s in a crash?

next thing they know, they are trying to stop these three dudes from barrelling into the medical tent to see her and they are all squished into a few seats to wait to see if she’s okay. the nurses give up trying to make them move, they accept their fate and just let the boys ask them a ridiculous amount of questions about your state because they know the boys are just worried