#charles/daniel

[f1uckinghell]

I'm bringing this fic back bc I think it's still one of my best

[jaeclerc]

Baby Come Home // Charles/Daniel // 2.6K

tw: ableism towards a deaf character

Charles isn’t too sure when he first met Daniel, he has just always been there, like the shine in his maman’s eyes or the slight dip on the third step of the staircase leading upstairs. He can’t remember when he first noticed him, but he can remember the first time Daniel actually looked back at him and noticed him.

He was 6, staring up the stairs of their house as he watched Jules, Enzo, and Daniel bounce up to the top level, a frown on his lips. They thought they were so grown up, at their ripe age of 8. Maybe they were, Charles didn’t know. He was only 6. But, he desperately wanted to play with them and he signaled that with incessantly flashing the lights so Lorenzo would look at him so he could sign. Their mother was hunting down the new pack of batteries for Charles’ cochlear's and had been for the last hour. 

“I want to play!” He signed to Enzo when he finally looked at him, rolling his eyes at Charles. “Please Enzo.” 

Charles wasn’t that good at lip reading so when Daniel said something to him, he couldn’t quite understand, his face scrunching as he signed to Enzo. 

“What?” He demanded, looking between both his brother and his cousin. 

“Nothing, Charlie.” Jules signed back to him, before he turned to Daniel and gestured, presumably explaining that Charles was Deaf and couldn’t hear anything without his processors on. He also gestured to Enzo, pointing to his hearing aid on his left ear, probably explaining that all of them were on the deafness spectrum as best as an 8 year old could. 

Daniel nodded, his head quirked to the side as he waved at Charles before turning to talk to Jules and Lorenzo. 

“Daniel said he wants to play with you.” Jules automatically translated for him. Charles grinned and went to see if his Maman had found the batteries so he could actually talk to Daniel without missing every other word from his lips. He was trying hard to learn how to lip read in school but it was very hard and most of his family was at least to an intermediate level of ASL or LSF, so he didn’t have to use it at home. 

Charles flickered the lights when he walked in the room, causing his Maman to look up as he signed “Did you find them?” 

His maman gestured to the counter where his processors were laying on the counter, signing back that she had. He waited for her to help him put them back on him, smiling as they turned on and he could hear the world around him again. 

He ran off to find Daniel to show him that his ears worked again. Kinda. Jules told him that his hearing ear and his Cochlear sounded a little different but Charles knew no difference, having always only heard through his devices. 

-

The first time Charles really realized just how much Daniel meant to him, he was 14. 

He was sitting at the lunch table with Enzo, Jules, and Daniel, fiddling with his processors. The noise in high school was a lot, even two weeks into the transition from his Deaf focused middle school into mainstream high school. His English skills were advanced, he could speak well, and he had no problems with focusing in a normal classroom, but the cafeteria was a different story. Thousands of voices and sounds came crashing over him all at the same time and he wasn’t used to it. 

“Charles.” Enzo scolded when he saw him playing with the device. “Don’t break it again. Just take them off for the moment if you’re really that bothered.” Charles rolled his eyes at him but detached the magnets, making everything go silent around them as he looked at all of them. Charles started eating his lunch, chatting with Enzo and Jules as Daniel vocally spoke to them. They both took turns interpreting for him, but Daniel had spent years with them all. His own hands reflexively clumsily signing the main points of what he was saying, just fragments of what he was talking about, half formed but still clear enough for Charles to understand whatever he was wishing to express to all of them. Charles could lip read well, but he appreciated not having to focus on mouths. 

Charles was struck by how fond he was of Daniel. He was hearing, raised in a hearing household, but he still tried for all of them in their native language, picking up their language and using it to communicate with them, especially Charles who relied a little more heavily on sign as he was born with profound Deafness, while Jules and Enzo were both only fully effected in one ear. 

It struck him with a sudden quickness, how much he liked Daniel. 

“Daniel.” He signed “You need to learn how to sign with both hands, you look like you’re speaking only halfway.” He giggled at the look on his face, smiling at the older boy as he picked at his school issued tater tots. 

Daniel waved to get Charles’ attention once again and used both hands to sign to him. 

“Enrolled. Class. Learn.” He said, and Charles nodded. 

“Good. Because you can understand well but your signing is…not so good. Sorry.” Jules and Lorenzo both nodded their agreement, Jules turning slightly to speak to him. 

“Charles is just picky. He grew up spoiled with everyone knowing sign so he never had to suffer through the well wishers who thought they were fluent. At least you try, but he is right. You really do suck at ASL.” Daniel gasped in mock offense, causing Charles to laugh again, flushing when people looked at him. He assumed he was being loud, but nobody at his table turned to shush him, so he just continued. 

He nudged Jules, signing “You’re just jealous that Maman and Uncle said that I sign LSF better than you.” 

Jules shook his head before saying “Bell.” and gesturing up to indicate to Charles that lunch time was over. He made sure to connect his transmitters again, cringing slightly at the cascade of sound as he gathered his things to dump them. 

He felt a nudge and looked up to see Daniel, replying vocally when he asked “Ear?” 

“Yes, I always put them back in after lunch, Though, I wish I could get away with not. Mr. Pross always breathes so loud into my microphone and has it pressed way too close to his mouth.” He shutters, and Daniel cackles. They had the same math class, so they walked together, pushing through the crowded halls. 

Charles felt so cool walking with Daniel who was extraordinarily more popular than him. He smiled at Daniel as he cracked jokes, trying to only focus on his voice when someone bumped into him, slightly hard, jostling the hand Charles had reached up to push his magnet under his hair, causing his device to fall on the ground. 

The culprit didn’t even stop to apologize as Charles bent down to pick his transmitter, trying to see if it was broken from the person stepping on it. He prayed it wasn’t, his parents had just bought him new racing red ones that he knew were not cheap. But, when he picked it up, he saw that the magnet was now detached and he frowned even harder. 

“Hey!” Daniel called down the hallway, walking after the person who had jostled Charles. “Hey, you!” He caught up to them. It was that guy who had been taunting Charles, the guy from his Advanced French class that had asked why he was there if he was “SPED”. 

“I’m just Deaf?” Charles replied in confusion. 

“Wow! I didn’t know you knew how to speak.” was all he said, causing Charles to wrinkle his nose and look away. 

“Why didn’t you apologize to him for bumping into him?” He demanded, glaring the boy down. 

“Daniel.” He signed “It’s fine!”

“No, it isn’t, Charlie.” Daniel replied. He turned back to the boy, who had introduced himself as Zach on their first day if Charles could recall correctly. 

“Danny, c’mon.” Zach chidded “He obviously said it’s okay.” He mocked Charles signing, and Charles flushed, embarrassed that this was happening in front of Daniel. 

“Don’t mock him. Just because you barely know more than English doesn’t mean you get to mock him. You broke his fucking device. Imagine someone just walking over your precious phone. Say sorry.” Daniel snarled. Charles grabbed his wrist, shaking his head. 

“Who cares? I’m sure he can make some sob story and get it covered.” Daniel shook off Charles’ hand and snatched Zach’s phone, chucking it over the railing of the level they were standing on, watching it clatter and shatter on the laminate floor below them. 

“Let’s go.” Was all Daniel had to say, letting go of Zach and steering Charles away to their math class, leaving everyone there to gawk at them. 

Charles’ parents were furious when they heard what happened, Daniel got suspended for 2 days, and Charles was pretty sure he was in love with Daniel when it was all said and done. 

-

Charles took off his transmitters at 19. He was sick of the world demanding him to conform to their expectations of him. Demanding him to mold himself into a hearing person when he was not. He was Deaf. 

“I understand.” His maman signed to him when he told her he was doing it. “It’s hard in this world. Your papa and I just wanted to give you the best accessibility that we could, but it has always been your choice. When you were about 3, you refused to wear them out for months and all our hearing friends would ask why we would let you do that. As if denying you the ability to be comfortable is the better choice. You can put them back whenever you want. If you want.” She kissed his forehead as he leaned against her, closing his eyes. 

When he told Daniel, signing to him over FaceTime so the other man could practice his interpretation skills with him, he nodded. 

“Good. You always seemed so uncomfortable with them on.” Charles beamed at him. Daniel always got him, above anyone else. He understood Charles more than anyone else in his life. He got all of Charles’ weird idiosyncrasies and appreciated them with so much reverence, it made Charles’ heart nearly beat out of his chest. 

Charles was so in love with him, it made him almost feel sick with how struck he was by the other man. 

“How are your classes?” He signed to Charles, capturing his attention again. 

“So exhausting! You do not understand how tired I am of having to explain why I have my interpreter there and that she’s allowed everywhere I am. Soooo many people demanding to know why I don’t have hearing aids! Do they not understand the concept of being Deaf?” Charles rolled his eyes as he dramatically signed, exasperated. 

He loved being Deaf, he was extremely proud to have grown up in a Deaf family, surrounded by not only his Monegasque culture, but also his Deaf culture, but it was not easy being Deaf in a world that was built for hearing people. Especially when people saw being Deaf as some sort of shortcoming, expecting him to do whatever to make them more comfortable with his Deafness, even if it meant sacrificing his own comfort and happiness. Charles was so tired of it, he spent years wearing his transmitters and dealing with how much he hated it just to fit in. He was sick of it. 

He wanted to be comfortable and happy, he was born without his hearing and he liked it that way. 

“I’m sorry, cherry.” Daniel shook his head, before turning his head to look at someone off cam. Charles couldn’t read his lips to even get an idea of what he was saying, annoyed that someone else was trying to take Daniel’s attention. 

Daniel signaled the other person away and turned back to Charles, saying “Sorry, my roommate was wondering who I was talking to. He wants to go out to a party tonight.” 

Charles pointed to his lips, raising his eyebrows as Daniel laughed and translated himself to Charles, causing the other to giggle. 

“Are you going to go?” He asked, a bit sad but trying to keep it under wraps. The downside to being Deaf was that he was so used to keeping open and candid body language that it was hard to hide, even when he schooled his face. 

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t. I wanna talk to you and we haven’t really spoken much since you started class.” Daniel expressed to him, 

Charles frowned, shaking his head, trying to emphasize as he said “No, you should! I don’t want to keep you from having fun.” Even though all he wanted to do was talk to Daniel. More than anything. 

Daniel signed “Love you.” which caused Charles to smile, his eyes wrinkling and his dimples popping out as he signed it back and hung up, sighing softly as he looked at himself in his phone’s reflection. He felt pathetic with how much he adored Daniel. 

-

Charles was 20 when he got scouted by AR Models. He was 20 when his whole world changed. He was also 20 when he completely went publicly non-verbal, refusing to use his voice when he had his sign and anyone who was actually worth his time allowed him to use his interpreter. 

When he told Daniel, FaceTiming him in excitement, too excited to even use the minimal words he usually did use with the other man, instead rapidly signing to him in LFS, which Daniel was hardly intermediate in. 

“Charles!” Daniel signed back. “I do not know what you are saying, I don’t know LSF that well, darling.” Charles blushed, laughing a little as he simply spoke out loud to him. 

Charles rarely ever spoke in public, but he would happily use his voice with Daniel, even if his volume control was hard to gauge. 

“I got signed. I got signed to a modeling agency. I-” he went back to sign, English was too hard for him to express himself when he was this excited. “I got signed to be a model, Daniel. With a real fucking agency.” 

The way Daniel’s face dropped made Charles’ heart ache in a way he never knew it could, the feeling nearly choking him out. 

“That’s really good, cherry.” Was all he signed back and Charles was confused. Not only by how sad Daniel’s body language seemed, but by the way he wasn’t even smiling at Charles, his dark eyes looking conflicted as Charles watched him. 

“I-are you not happy about it?” Charles asked, and Daniel only bit his lip, looking like he was about to sigh, but Charles couldn’t tell, he could never really tell through the phone. He cocked his head as he stared at Daniel on screen and he sighed as well, feeling the slight vibration in his throat. 

Charles propped his phone on a window seal, too excited to tell Daniel about his new contract that he hadn’t even left the agency building before calling him. He stared at Daniel before going to talk, the other man obviously not going to respond to him. 

“I don’t know what is wrong, but I wish you would tell me. I don’t even know-This is a dream come true for me, you know this. So I am confused why you look like a kicked dog.” Daniel frowned, his eyebrows furrowing but Charles was on a roll, already ranting, his signing getting more and more mixed up between ASL and LSF. He could not understand why Daniel wouldn’t be happy for him. 

“Charles.” Daniel signed. “I am so happy for you. That’s all. I’m happy for you.” and then he hung up and Charles was left in the lobby of his new agency, phone disconnected and tears in his eyes. 

-

Charles was 24 and drunk when he saw Daniel for the first time in 3 years. In some gay bar in New York City of all places, kissing another guy. Charles didn’t know his heart could break all over again, but here it was, shards in his hands in the middle of a neon lit dance bar. 

Daniel looked up and spotted him, and then looked away. Charles wanted to fucking throw up all the espresso martinis he had just drank, and he turned away, smiling at the guy he was with. Who cared what Daniel thought anyway? 

Charles wished he didn’t.

[caihongs]

everything i know about love

charles/daniel / teen / 5.8k | read here

When they return to Monaco, Charles knows he’ll never be the same again. What follows is devastating and Charles can only move forward with a car that’s built like a rocket, but Daniel is still here. He buys him socks, interrupts him in interviews, and his heart only rabbits in his chest whenever he sees black and yellow in the crowd. He’s only twenty-one and suddenly, he’s found himself with someone else to lose.

[f1amour]

「 ✦ F1 GRID — LETS GET PHYSICAL

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drivers included | max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, franco colapinto, lewis hamilton

description | drivers and their favorite kinks

content warnings | mature content ahead — 18+ only, minors do not interact

authors note | hope everyone enjoys reading this one! if you have any requests for drabbles or blurbs involving those i write for please send it in and i will try to get it out as soon as possible <3 *not spelled checked*

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— 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 ¹

҉ PRAISE KINK !

— whether he praised you or you praised him; max verstappen was an absolute whore for praising

— both in public and behind closed doors he would take the praises only from you. being a three time world champion as many reminded him of his accomplishments he’d down play it. but you? oh he loved when you’d sing his praises

— “you did so great out there, maxie. no one does it like you.” praising him in public after a great race would look like that. behind closed doors was another story; “right there, max. fuck you’re doing so well keep going.” “only you know my body, no one compares”

— on the other hand max loved praising you and he was an absolute menace for it when he’d have you bent over the bed fucking you with his hands gripping your hair; “come on, baby. squeezing me so tight you love being handled like this, hmm?” “you’re doing so well for me, baby.” “such a good girl for me.”

҉ QUICKIES !

— max loved taking his time with you but with his busy schedule especially on race weekends he couldn’t give you enough time. however, he always made the most of the 10-20 minutes you had together on any occasion.

— whether it be 10 minutes before he’s gotta go out for the national anthem or 15 minutes before he is due to attend the press conference he would grab you and take you in any room that had a lock. “fuck that’s it, you’re doing so good for me baby.” “gonna have you cum three times before i gotta be out there in ten minutes. you like that?”

— 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 ⁵⁵

҉ HAIR PULLING KINK !

— the man has beautiful hair…how can he not have a hair pulling kink?

— carlos loved pulling your hair whether it was while you rode his cock or he was taking you from behind; he loved having his hands in your hair

— but it was when you pull his hair that really gets him going both intimately but whenever you’d be watching a movie or out with friends your hand would go to the nape of his neck and travel up to his hair giving it a soft tug

— between your legs carlos is eating you out both sloppily and hungrily, tongue against your aching core his fingers now at your entrance giving you extra pleasure when they’re stretching you out, “fuck. just like that carlos,” you tangle your fingers in his hair giving it a rough tug when he rubs his thumb on your clit

— every thrust his fingers would give your cunt and tongue giving your folds so much attention you’d tug his hair closer to your pussy if that was possible; “fuck, baby, do that again. harder.” “god, hermosa, gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep pulling my hair like that.” “right there, keep doing that princesa. wanna suffocate in your pussy.”

҉ DIRTY TALK !

— his native language being spanish played a role in his love for dirty talking he loved the reaction he’d get out of you when you’d hear him speaking to you in spanish

— morning, noon, night; carlos fucked you any moment he had some free time which was rare but on those occasions he did he make sure to speak his dirty thoughts of you: and to you

— “fuck, my good girl, chokin’ on my cock” “that’s it, hermosa. let them all hear whose fucking your tight pussy…the only man who makes you cum.” “te ves tan perfecta para mí de rodillas llena de mí. mi bella princesa.”

— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 ¹⁶

҉ ORAL !

— charles loved having you on your knees mouth stuffed with his cock. your lips showing his tip some extra love with a few kisses after finishing in your mouth and you’d take him once again pulling him in your mouth again for another round.

— what he loved the most though? spending hours in between your thighs giving you multiple orgasms until you are begging him to stop (very rare to want him to stop)

҉ ROUGH SEX !

— despite seemingly carrying a calm demeanor around friends & family behind closed doors charles loved being rough with you in bed. especially after yet another week where ferrari fucks up his race he feels the best place to let out his stress and anger is on you. which you gladly took.

— rough and sloppy kisses you share entering his hotel room to his rough hands pushing you onto the bed and fucking you with his fingers until you’re squirting all over him and the bedsheets.

— your face pressed down on the mattress while he takes you from behind arching your back and yanking on your hair pulling you close to his chest he’d give you another rough thrush while whispering the most vulgar sentences to come out of his mouth.

— 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 ⁴

҉ COCKWARMING !

— sometimes being weeks apart from each other you wanted to feel as close as possible while catching up on what you’d miss. you’d get settled on his lap moaning at the feeling of him stretching you after being gone for so long. you’d get comfortable and you would both talk about what you had been up to the last few weeks

— streaming with max you’d make sure his camera was off before you climbed on his lap. he would be confused as to what you were doing but the moment you take his cock out of his briefs and sinking down on him he’d hold his moans in and grab your waist pulling you closer.

- turning his mic off he lets out a whine when you rock your hips against him, “fuck, baby, can’t do this right now i’m so close to winning.” you’d agree with him and tell him to finish the game you’ll just wait for him; still sitting on him with his cock deep inside you. safe to say he lost the game just to play again, enjoying the feeling of his cock resting inside you

҉ SHOWER SEX !

— lando loved it when he’d be showering and you’d join him halfway through giving him some extra attention that he desperately wanted. he loved the intimacy about it when you’d help rinse of the shampoo in his hair or how he’d glide the body gel all over your body

— you loved it when it was a post race win or podium and he’d drag you to the small bathroom in his drivers room and shove you against the shower wall giving your pussy some extra love while you pull on his hair before he would have his cock shoved deep in your aching cunt, getting some loud moans out of you which he’d cover up with a kiss

— 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⁴⁴

҉ PHONE SEX !

— being a formula 1 driver was a demanding job which required lewis to travel almost all year long and you couldn’t always go along with him due to your job. you missed him all the time when he was gone but especially on the days when you were extra needy were the worst

— that’s why he’d stay on the phone with you all day despite his busy schedule. he’d have one airpod in while having to be in a meeting not listening to the less important subjects so he’d listen to you and what you were doing for the day

— but then on days where your vibrator wasn’t enough you’d call or facetime your boyfriend begging him to help you through your orgasm, it also helped that he had the most soothing voice that constantly brought you to tears when he’d have your face shoved on the mattress, ass pressed against him as he fucked you

— “oh…’m so close, lew” you’d whimper through the facetime call, your phone propped against your nightstand while you grind your aching cunt against a pillow. desperately needing more release your reach to rub your clit when lewis’ voice fills the phone, “i didn’t say you could do that, did i?” he questions, he was due to be in the media pen in 10 minutes but he wouldn’t let you take the easy way out to cum before he left

— “please, baby, need to cum please,” you beg lewis as your movements speed up. “don’t use your hand. keep fucking youself on my pillow, i’ll be home in a few days and take such good care of you. that’s it baby, be a good girl and cum for me.” his encouragement is more than enough to have you squeezing your breasts and nipples as your release spills all over the pillow

҉ MIRROR SEX !　

— you weren’t sure if it was you or lewis who decided adding a mirror to the ceiling of your bedroom was the best option for your sex life but either way you were two happy people

— you enjoyed watching lewis fucking you his eyes meeting your through the mirror; he loved having you bounce on his cock watching the way you threw your head back moans filling the room. he loved it so much he requested his drivers room to have a mirror on the ceiling as well. after many warnings not to they finally gave in and gave him what he (and you) wanted

— his hand around your throat with two fingers deep inside your pussy he’d whisper dirty thoughts into your ear, “you look so pretty for me like this. wanna see you cum for me, sweet girl. that’s it you’re squeezing my fingers so good,” you’d bite your lip trying to suppress your moans in the small room knowing anyone walking by could easily hear you

— 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 ⁸¹

҉ DRY HUMPING !　

— again, being a formula one driver was a demanding sport. a demanding sport that kept your sex life with oscar very low many, many, many times. so when you had the chance to feel a little bit closer to your boyfriend you took the chance.

— whether against the wall of his drivers room with your clothed pussy rubbing against his race suit or in bed on his lap before ha has to catch a flight to the next race; you were both absolutely infatuated with each other and dry humping

— drivers room; oscar would be leaned up against the wall while your hips grind against his thigh, “osc,” you whine as he moves your panties to the side rubbing your clit while you con the to fuck yourself on him, “shh, be a good girl for me and stay quiet. then after the race i’ll stuff you full of my cock all night.” his words have you biting down on his shoulder as you cum all over his thigh

҉ SQUIRTING !　

— he had discovered this one night while you both watched a movie, laying between his thighs your head pressed against his chest his hand trailed down to your shorts pulling them off with nothing else underneath he worked his fingers inside you. soon enough you had squirted all over his hand and bedsheets; a first for both of you

— that just started something inside oscar which was wanting to make you squirt any chance he got. you could be exhausted from work or a long flight but you’d let him have his way with you. at the end you’d be filling the room with sounds of pleasure as his fingers or cock fucked your tight cunt until he reached the exact spot that had you squirting all over him

— "so wet for me, and so fuckin' tight." "i can feel how close you are baby, gonna make a mess all over our sheets, hmm?" he praises you, his fingers curling deep inside you. his groans and your moans fill the room as you squirt all over his hand and sheets making a mess like he had said. pulling away from you he now plays between your thighs and smiles up at you, “time to clean this mess up.”

— 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 ⁴³

҉ DIRTY TALK !　

— you’ve seen franco in interviews he was a talker so it wasn’t a surprised he was a talker behind closed doors as well. he had a filthy mouth on him when it came to you and he never stopped praising you

— “eso es amor, apretándome tan bien. let me hear your pretty moans.” “cum all over my cock, amor. fuck, fuck—look so perfect for me.” “gonna let me fuck you against the door? gonna make sir everyone hears what a filthy whore you are.” you’d think by now you’d get tired of his constant yapping (sometimes you did) but when he fucked you? you loved hearing his voice the entire time

҉ ORAL !　

— the man was good with his tongue what more could you say? he was infatuated with having his tongue on your pussy for hours on end tasting how sweet you were. buried between your thighs as your hand stung on his hair, whines and moans escape your mouth begging him for more

— “franco, ‘m so close, right there,” you gasp feeling his tongue poking in your cunt as he devours you, “es todo princesa, déjalo ir por mí. mierda. sabes tan dulce.” you cum and he doesn’t let a drop escape his tongue as he licks you clean

— 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎 ³ [retired]

҉ THIGH RIDING !　

— the man had a tattooed thigh…how could you not want to ride it? it first started on a night out with friends enjoying the sunset at the beach when daniel placed you on his lap your hand traced circles on the tattoos that littered his thigh; one thing led to another and you snuck off to the car and he let your imaginations come to life

— at a club filled with loud music and dark lights you’d take advantage of the moment and grind yourself on his thigh enjoying the feeling, at home while he works on sending out some emails you’d keep him company with your core pressing against his thigh, anyplace and anywhere you were a menace for his thighs

— he loved it too, so much he’d started adding some more tattoos to his collection on his thighs which made you even more excited to ride him only to wait until he was healed to do so. you could ride his other thigh but something about fucking yourself on his tattooed thigh felt so so much more enthralling

— “you look so pretty like this, ridin' my thigh...makin' yourself cum.” “make yourself cum on my thigh right now, good girl. feels good, doesn't it?” his encouraging words bringing you to your third orgasm of the night just form riding his thigh, “come on, honey, gonna give me one more then i’ll fuck you for however long you want”

҉ FILMING !

— daniel loved having videos or pictures of the activities you got up to in the bedroom with each other. he loved watching the videos while he was away from you weeks on end. however, he loved it more whenever you got the chance to film each other especially for fun not because he’ll be gone for a few weeks and needed someone to fill the void

— daniel comfortably laying down between your thighs lapping at you like there’s no tomorrow, “danny, feel so good…oh,” you whine trying to hold the camera that was pointed at him steadily but you were so close. “that’s it baby, cum all over me you taste so fucking sweet. could never get enough of this,” he says only getting a second to breathe before he’s diving back between your thighs to bring you to your second orgasm of the night

— you loved the risk of having an album on your phones that were filled of videos and pictures of the two of you or sometimes of just one of you. you’d created a small album curated for daniel filled of pictures of you in lingerie or fully nude; the videos were another story. filled with you fucking yourself with your fingers, vibrator, a pillow; you made sure daniel was fulfilled for the weeks he wouldn’t have you

— daniel made a small photo album for you as well more so filled of the two of you, he knew how much you loved rewatching the videos of you two fucking. you loved the way he propped the camera against the nightstand and had you riding his cock until you begged him to let you cum or the time he fucked you in his drivers room facing the mirror on his door his hands on your breasts squeezing them while you rode him back against his chest holding onto the camera shakily and almost dropping it when he’d thrust up into your cunt

[f1xnorrisxleclerc]

[landoom]

How does drivers call each other based on Grill the Grid

Drivers calling each other GTG

So, I did a little analysis on how the drivers are referring to each other in the last Grill the Grid video!!

You need to read the line to see how that driver is calling the ones in the columns.

Some conclusions :

Lando and Lewis are mostly referenced by their names as his Zhou but that's a specific case.

Checo and Danny have nicknames

Charles went all out on the name/surname combo

Max, Logan, Alex and Estie loves calling the others by their names only

Lando uses surnames unless your his friend, (ex)teammate or Lewis

Oscar uses surnames unless your Max, Lando, Logan or Zhou

George says Lance but Lance says Russell

Nico called George "Georgie" (while saying he has feminine lips...so what you want with that!)

There are many more things to read into this... In a more serious way or with shipping glasses.

You can see the table better with the link, if you want!

[csainzoperator]

"let's break up" ☆

summary: you text your f1 boyfriend "let's break up" as a prank.

trigger warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of seperated parents, mentions of killing (as a joke), nicknames, idk if there are more (?)

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

lando, oscar, alex, logan, daniel

an: omg pls i need such responses. especially logan's cos that's literally me. but hope you had fun reading this, my loves!

[uluvjay]

F1 Drivers reacting to you flashing them..

Based off this Tik tok!!, thank you @turcott3 for always helping with these

| Lando Norris | He goes right in for a grab, his sweet giggle is filling the air as he’s got your breasts cupped in his hands..takes you to the bedroom and shows you how much he appreciates his girls ;)

| Charles Leclerc | He’s confused at first honestly and even after he catches on he’s still confused. His tan cheeks are bright red and you end up having to explain it was just for fun!

| Lewis Hamilton | He’s not with it tbh, he’ll have a little laugh but you’re quickly being carried to the bedroom. He’s to mature for any jokes and if you’re showing him one of his favorite things he’s gonna make you feel good!

| Oscar Piastri | Poor boy panics, he’s not sure what’s going on but suddenly your breasts are out and despite seeing them many times he’s flustered. Pulls your shirt back down and asks if you’re okay.

| Lance Stroll | He’s confused at first but once he catches on he giggles before pulling you into him and quickly gets things started! Makes sure to pay extra attention to his girls

| Daniel Ricciardo | Laughs honestly, he finds it amusing. Pulls your shirt down and kisses you and tells you he really enjoyed that. It becomes a common thing in your house!

| Carlos Sainz | Smirks and doesn’t waste time, he’s diving in and what wasn’t supposed to be sexual quickly turns into his mouth wrapped around your breasts. He really really enjoyed it :)

| Logan Sargeant | Goes into a trance, sitting there mouth open, eyes wide, blush forming on his cheeks. You have to pull him out of his little world and he immediately gets embarrassed but makes sure you know he really liked that.

| Max Verstappen | This man is so confused, looks at you with question marks floating around his head. Asks what you did that for and makes you laugh but he’s still severely confused and slightly concerned.

[verstappen-cult]

ACCIDENTALLY SENDING HIM AN AUDIO MOANING, F1 GRID.

✶ THE GRID. max verstappen. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. lando norris. daniel ricciardo. george russell.

content warnings ✶ disclaimers. fem!reader. smau. sexting. suggestive content. attempted humor.

do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own. | © verstappen-cult, 2024.

GWEN RAMBLES — helloooo 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ what is this? you may ask yourself. well, this is just a silly little thing i wanted to try. let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more of this. i had a very fun time doing these! comments & reblog are greatly appreciated.

[finifugue]

watching the front positions of f1: Same 5 guys trading off finishing positions with each other every week

watching the midfield/backrunners of f1: Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon are roleplaying Javert and Hugh Jackman in a Les Miserables fight to mutually assured destruction over a no-points position. Lewis Hamilton is going to physically fight his own car to the death. Yuki Tsunoda and Daniel Ricciardo are going to physically fight each other to the death, but Daniel has a disadvantage because Lance Stroll has a sniper rifle aimed at his head. The Saubers are rewriting the federalist papers in the pits. Kevin Magnussen has planted a bomb on the track, and the blast has inevitably caught a Williams.

[cutieln4]

Pure Chaos Pt. 3 | F1 smau

f1 grid x driver!reader

summary: she can not stop posting lando memes, and the internet loves it

fc: lia block

a/n: hii guys!! i’m on holiday right now and internet is spotty so the next part might not come until a couple of weeks. thank you sm for all your feedback and support so far! it really means a lot🫶💗

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5

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series taglist: @tremendousstarlighttragedy @scenesofobx @agiscool @rxouxcesss

[jaeclerc]

would love to read baby come home pt.2 :))))))pls it was amazing :))))

Charles was 20 when Daniel stopped talking to him. He tried calling him multiple times, to no avail. He messaged him furiously, begging for Daniel to respond to him, to explain what the fuck was going on. Things were going so well for them, Charles thought that maybe. Maybe Daniel loved him back like that and that they could start something beautiful. 

He called Jules, crying down the phone and begging him to get Daniel to respond to him, to explain to him why he wasn’t responding to him. What did Charles do wrong? He just couldn’t understand, no matter how he spun it. Even in the most unlikely scenarios, the way Daniel just completely put a wall up was baffling him. 

If Daniel was jealous he was getting this success, it made no sense. 

If Daniel was angry that Charles wasn’t finishing his physics and teaching degree, it had no ounce of rationality in Charles’ mind. 

Maybe Daniel was mad because Charles was changing, but-. Daniel was the one who always embraced Charles’ changes and weird quirks. He was the one who would lay on the damp grass at night and gently remove Charles’ transmitters, signing to him above their faces and explaining to him that he did all of this for Charles. So Charles always had someone in his corner, someone who understood him.

Jules and Enzo tried to get him like Daniel did, but they didn’t know what it was like to be queer. They weren’t so interested in his photography and modeling, but Daniel loved it like Charles did. He would pose for Charles, give him ideas for his art. He would take photos of Charles and submit them to every agency they could think of, for shits and giggles in the middle of the night. He always told Charles he was beautiful enough to be on the cover of every magazine. He was the one who encouraged Charles to model, to get in front of the camera. 

“Come on, cherry! Daniel called. “That face is a thing of beauty, it’d be a shame to hide it behind a camera only.” 

Charles only blushed and giggled but indulged him, getting in front of his camera for a few portraits. They were alright, Charles was embarrassed by how you could see his patchy stubble and the pimples on his chin that he developed whenever he was stressed out. 

“You are so gorgeous, Charles. The fact that you have pimples just makes you even prettier.” Was all Daniel said. 

-

Charles was almost 21 when Daniel finally responded to him, months after Charles had given up. Daniel was barely responding to Jules nor Lorenzo, and he certainly wasn’t giving Charles a second of his time and Charles grew angry when he finally gave it up, sending one last message before unfollowing Daniel on everything and deleting his name from his phone. He wished that it didn’t create a trending topic on twitter when he did that, but what could he do? This was his life now and he had no choice but to embrace. So what if his followers cared who he unfollowed? 

Charles was surprised when his phone rang and it was Daniel’s number that he memorized for if he was in a really bad situation and needed no judgment. He picked up, his heart racing as he waited for Daniel’s picture to load. Daniel looked furious at him, his body language awful and sour.

“Tell your fans to stop flooding my dms.” Was all he signed before he hung up, leaving Charles baffled and very sad. But also, just so angry. 

So he posted on Instagram and let the cards fall where they might. Who cared if it was petty? Daniel left without a word during one of the most important times of his life, the turn of his career. That was, in Charles’ mind, a million times more petty. 

-

Charles was 24 and dealing with the worst hangover he had ever experienced in his life. Perhaps dramatic, but his head was pounding and his mouth tasted like vomit and regret. He rolled the side of his bed and grasped for his phone, checking to see if any important emails came through about the Prada show. Probably not, Prada was so notorious for never sending details until mere days before the shows they wanted him in. That was business. 

He had no Prada emails. But, he did have a text from an unknown number and when Charles read the contents, he wanted to throw up again. 

“Hey, it’s Daniel Ricciardo. I saw you last night! We should catch up :). My boyfriend is a huge fan and really wants to meet you as well!” 

Charles smiled sardonically at himself in the black screen of his locked phone as it timed out. Of course. His boyfriend was a fan of his work. Which ones, a small insecure part of himself wondered. The modeling probably, that’s what everyone knew him for. 

Charles wanted to call, wanted to yell and keep his transmitters off so Daniel couldn’t respond to him. He wanted to scream at him and sob and tell him that he has been in love with him for over ten years. That he thought that maybe they could’ve been something great. Instead, he replied. 

“Hi, Daniel! I’m free to meet this afternoon at Brownstone Cafe in Manhattan around 2.”

It was already noon and he hated that he had agreed to meeting Daniel and his boyfriend. 

-

Charles decided to keep it casual. He didn’t want to be weird and dress up the tens for a coffee meeting. He just dressed in a pair of ripped overalls and his favorite black hoodie, pulling a beanie on to cover his hair. It was brisk in New York and he didn’t want to freeze. 

He arrived after Daniel despite being early and his heart ached when he saw the other man smiling broadly at his presumed boyfriend. Charles pulled the door open and pasted a smile on, pulling his hood and sunglasses off. 

“Charlie!” Daniel said and then corrected himself “Hey, Charles.” 

“Hi, it’s good to see you.” He smiled and then turned to Daniel’s boyfriend. 

“Oh, you must be Daniel’s boyfriend!” The blonde man looked baffled and then blushed. 

“H-hello, I’m MJ!” Charles smiled and shook his hand as Daniel slightly side eyed him. Charles kindly ignored him as he chatted with his boyfriend. 

“I didn’t know you were Dan’s friend from childhood! I saw you yesterday and was so shocked! Then he told me that he actually knew you because you were his childhood friend’s little brother and then said he’d text you. I thought he was bluffing but turns out he really does know you! He loves to bluff so I was surprised.” Charles laughed and raised his eyebrows at Daniel. 

“Oh yes, I’ve known Daniel for years. Sadly, we lost touch for some reason.” The slight wrinkle between Daniel’s eyebrows made him smirk a little, feeling a little satisfied with himself. 

“You know how life is…” Daniel said and Charles hummed, nodding before signing to Daniel. 

“We need to talk.” Daniel just exhaled and Charles turned back to MJ. 

“Oh yeah! I forgot you were Deaf and Dan knows sign language. I was always curious why he was so fluent! This makes so much sense.” Charles was a little surprised. Last he knew, Daniel was in college for ASL medical interpretation. 

“Oh, I thought he was in college for-It doesn’t matter! What is it both of you do?” Charles asked. 

“I’m an investment banker and Dan does marketing for my company.” MJ cut Daniel off before he responded and Charles nodded, head leaning forward to read MJ’s lips a little. 

“Daniel can you-” Daniel nodded and translated for Charles, causing him to look at them confused. 

“Oh. Marketing?” He asked. That didn’t sound like Daniel. 

“I thought those magnets made it so you could hear?” Charles wrinkled his nose, shaking his head as he giggled. 

“No, they make me able to understand some sounds but it’s quite hard to interpret at times, especially with background noise. I can’t hear anything. I never have.” He explained, trying to be kind to someone who obviously didn’t know. 

“Excuse me for not knowing anyone Deaf! Plus you usually talk and don’t sound Deaf, so I thought you could hear in a way.” Charles looked at Daniel, his smile falling as he signed back to Daniel. 

“I don’t like this attitude. I didn’t know you put up with those beliefs.” Charles was not too happy, if he was honest but he was trying. 

“What’d he say, Dan?” MJ demanded and Charles’ nose wrinkle.

“He said-It doesn’t matter. But, maybe don’t say things like that. He is Deaf, but had voice training.” Daniel replied, automatically translating for him and Charles felt some sort of vindication. He also was fond that Daniel fell into the habit of translating for Charles. 

“Well, he’s lucky he’s pretty. At least that gives him a job.” and Charles’ jaw dropped and he scooted out of his chair as he looked at him, anger simmering in his chest. 

“You’re actually lucky that I’m kind. I was kinda going to be a physicist and was in honors college before I got scouted for being, quote, pretty. At least I made my way in some manner. What do you have? A gifted position? Audism?” He put his glasses on, turning on his heel before turning to Daniel and signing, rapid and angry.

“If you don’t follow me, I will actually never speak to you again. If you stay with someone who holds those thoughts I will be disgusted in the person you are, especially when-” He cut himself off, upset, storming off and heartbroken that Daniel didn’t follow. 

- 

When Charles was 17, Daniel was his first kiss, gentle and loving and so fucking guilty.

-

When Charles was 18, and slightly high with Daniel, Daniel was his first time. It was gentle and loving and Charles was screwed for life. 

-

Charles was startled out of his stomping off when someone grabbed his arm. He turned with his PR smile pasted on when he saw it was Daniel and his body instantly filled with anger. 

“Charles, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please. Stop. I never-I do not believe in those thoughts, and I was just telling him it’s over.” Charles relaxed, his throat heavy as he looked at Daniel. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“Because-I couldn’t be with someone who felt those things. I would never-” Charles shook his head, his lips pressed flat. 

“No.” He signed. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you that.” Daniel replied and Charles nodded, turning away from him. Daniel disappointed him yet again. He doesn’t know why he’s shocked. 

Daniel gently stopped him again and grabbed his arm again, Charles trying to shake him off. 

“I was jealous. I was so jealous, I couldn’t fathom why I was. You were just a friend and then suddenly I was so jealous that you would be in front of every camera known to man, instead of mine. Then I realized-I realized the times we kissed or the times we did things, they weren’t just fun for me.” Charles bitterly laughs at that, baffled by this man. 

“So you ghosted me? And left?” Daniel looked so guilty, it almost made Charles feel bad. 

“It took a while to work through it and then it was too late by then and then you blew up over text and removed me from everything and I was just-I was angry with you. And then you posted that instagram story and I knew things were in shambles.” He admitted. 

“I loved you so much. I loved you-I was already yours. I’ve been yours since I was 14.” Charles whispered, his voice cracking as he felt the tears well up. 

“I knew that.” Daniel signed back. “I knew that. And I felt guilty and then I felt the same and then it was too late.”

“I just wanted you to talk to me. And you left.” He replied and wiped his eyes, pushing his glasses up and Daniel sighed, pulling him into a hug. 

“I’m sorry, Cherry.” He signed gently against his hip. 

[iheartmonaco]

imma just send ideas at the randomest of (uk) times everr lmfaoo

texts with the grid (+ollie, if possible. im predictable i knowwww) where the drivers send a spicy pic to (male or gn) reader to distract them whilst at work? heheh

-bear anon

Bb boy I love your prompts

When You're At Work

🔸 including: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Ollie Bearman

🔸warnings: mature, mentions of sex

🔸Gender neutral reader

🔸 masterlist

[wintergreenoreo]

“I watch F1 for the drivers.”

The drivers:

[maxivstappen]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto

🎙️:: i know i said i want to write more angst but after dylhitm i felt like finishing this. this might be nastier than the fwb one so beware and have fun! (ALL of these are rushed and i know that carlos didn’t exactly steal them but who cares)

SUGGESTIVE !! [can’t link my mlists so pls look at my navi!]

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

taglist :: @norrisdriver @simonsrileyhusband <3

[no-144444]

the grid: No Nut November!

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Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Arthur LeClerc.

thank you to the person that requested this!!!

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Oscar Piastri: wouldn’t do it. 

Even if every driver on the grid was offering 1,000€ each as a prize, he was not giving up fucking you for an entire month. 

Even though he looks like a sweetie pie he would absolutely be a freak in the sheets and he was not about to give up the only way he actually gets his frustration out (aka fucking you). 

Everyone kind of boos him for it but then half way through the month he gets to be smug while they’re all miserable and complaining, because he can fuck his girlfriend whenever he wants. 

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Lando Norris: would try, but definitely fail. 

He wouldn’t care about the prize, he’d just have such a ‘how hard can it be?’ attitude. 

Newsflash: extremely. 

You would not make it easy for him either; wearing the sluttiest clothes, basically giving him fuck me eyes all the time, enjoying it when you see him get hot and bothered. 

He snaps on his birthday, and fucks you for hours straight. You can barely walk the next day. 

He decides to own up and pay his part of the bet with no shame, he has a hot girlfriend and he likes fucking her, sue him! 

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Lewis Hamilton: wouldn’t even try

He’s uninterested in the things most of the grid do in their spare time, and he knows they’re uninterested in him too. They don't need to know about his sex life, but what people can guess is that it is very much alive. 

I mean… you two had a baby literally 8 months after your wedding, to the day. 

The other 3 kids don't exactly help his case… 

He’d say yes, just so he could be added to the group chat and he would tell you who is winning and losing.

He’d lose on the first day with no shame. Everyone knows he's just here for the public shaming of others. 

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George Russell: would win

Not saying he’s not a freak in the sheets, but he would set up the entire thing (group chat, the money pool, etc.) and he cannot be seen lacking. 

Even if it wasn’t his idea, he still needed to win. 

You do make the entire month absolute torture though. 

Matching sets, showing as much skin as possible, everything. 

Even walking around the apartment naked. 

But somehow, he doesn’t budge. 

At the end of the month he does fuck you for ages, and you literally cant get out of bed, let alone follow him to a race. He tells the media you’re sick and all of the drivers have the dirtiest laughs as he explains. Despite every question, they keep their mouths shut. 

George did announce that he won at the end, much to your chagrin. 

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Alex Albon: he’d last a while

 He would honestly be pretty good. 

He kind of breaks the rules, he constantly gives you oral and jerking himself off, but it wasn’t specifically stated in the rules (apart from the name… but whatever)

He makes it like halfway through the month until a particularly bad race result. 

He fucks you all night. 

When you both get to the paddock in the morning, George pays him a visit to collect the money like the smug bastard he is. 

He heard you two last night. 

He was 4 doors down. 

Oops. 

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Franco Colapinto: he’s the one who accidentally tells the press. 

We all know Franco is awful at keeping his mouth shut, and in an interview he somehow lets it slip that he needed to find George to give him money. 

They ask him what for. 

He says ‘the bet’ and explains that they’re doing NNN this year and that he lost. 

It was worth it though, you two hadn’t seen each other in months (you were busy in uni, he was busy at races) and he just had to have you. 

He made it like a quarter of the way into the month. 

He didn't really care. 

The drivers honestly just found it funny that he told the media. 

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Logan Sargeant: would make it most of the way, but just fall short by like 4 days.

He had done so well, ignoring all of your sexual advances for the majority of the month…

Then he got drunk. 

Drunk Logan and drunk you? Yeah, you’re fucking. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, and he paid the price. 

He paid up sheepishly the next day, George looked at him with the smuggest smile ever. 

Logan didn’t even care. He fucked you twice as much as before. 

He has to make up for lost time, right? 

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Daniel Riccardo: he would lose immediately.

This man is a 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 

He would kind of do the same thing as Lewis, pay to just watch the rest of them loose. 

He does last a little bit longer though (in their eyes).

 He doesn’t pay up until the second week even though he’s been fucking you the entire time. 

He has absolutely no shame about it either. 

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Liam Lawson: he would almost win.

He's such a cutie. I think he’d somehow abstain for a while. 

He’d get to around the 26th, and then give up. 

The month was torture though. 

You literally would beg him every night, and he would just have to say no. 

You were impressed at how long he lasted. 

But then he gave in after he scored points in mexico...

Yuki ratted him out to George, he was very embarrassed.

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Charles LeClerc: he would lose immediately.

Charles is an idiot. 

He would lose the first day by accident, and then try to pretend that it doesn't count until George actually comes knocking on his drivers room door looking for the money. 

He heard you, of course. 

Charles reluctantly watches the rest of the month play out, bitter that his own forgetfulness took him out so early. 

He vows to win next year. 

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Carlos Sainz: wouldn’t do it. 

He’s not giving up fucking you for a month. No way. 

He also wouldn’t be interested in the sex lives of others enough to even pay into it like Lewis. 

His sex life is his own, and as much as he loves healthy competition, this is a race he’s happy to lose. 

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Max Verstappen: would be a huge bitch all month.

Dude is like a moody teenager when he’s not getting it. 

Daniel persuades him to do it and he makes it a few days in.

Literally turns into the biggest moody bitch ever.

By the 8th day everyone is begging you to just fuck him so he’ll stop being such a cunt to them.

You do. 

He pays up and spends the rest of the month fucking you. 

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Paul Aron: he would almost win.

He would last pretty long. Like maybe more than half the month

Despite his playboy facade, he’s actually more into cuddles and shit like that. 

 But after a bad race…

Yeah, he pays up with zero shame. 

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Arthur LeClerc: he would lose, in two ways. 

Y’know how quickly Charles lost, yeah he’d be worse.

He wouldn’t forget, he’d just think that he can get away with fucking you all month but of course, that doesn’t happen.

George comes knocking after Charles tells him he can hear you two.

You are deeply embarrassed that your boyfriend's brother heard you two having sex, and you impose a ban for the rest of the month. 

You say it’ll help you both be more aware of when and where you’re doing it, and how to not get caught by his brother again. 

He curses out his brother the next time he sees him.

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