#franco colapinto x fem!reader

[dignitymore]

warnings (?): nope, just fluff !

Franco Colapinto is the type of guy who unconsciously flirts with every person he meets, even if they're reporters, engineers, or anyone else. This makes his pretty girlfriend feel quite insecure. To avoid upsetting him, she keeps her feelings to herself. Eventually, Franco senses something is wrong, and when he asks her about it, she admits her concerns. "That's the problem? Are you jealous?" he laughs, pulling her into an embrace. "Don’t worry, amor. You’re the only girl in my world." ♡

[yazmarina]

walk me through it

for the love circuit series

—you're used to being flirted with in front of the camera. but something about franco is really doing you in.

franco colapinto (f1) x fem!reporter reader

warnings/notes: smut, unprotected sex (no condom, yes birth control), guided masturbation, lewd photography, lots of flirting, franco is shameless (naturally), some Spanish sentences and phrases

a/n: will resume hit play for a bit after this one! enjoy franco girlies mwa

Your job was simple enough. Well, for today, at least.

Stand in the media pen, gather statements, and piece together a couple of stories later that evening for publishing first thing tomorrow morning. All in a day's work, like all the other days before.

You've grown immune to the charms of rich, adrenaline-seeking men. Didn't take you too long, the illusion breaking as soon as any one of them opened their mouths. Some you tolerate more than others, but some you'd rather steer clear of completely.

This isn't to say that you've brushed all of them off. You might have agreed to a date here and there but nothing ever stuck, the nature of your jobs a bit too similar and all too different at the same time. You've given up on the prospect that you'll somehow end up with one of the many Formula 1 drivers you've interviewed and spoken to. And you've spoken to a lot. You've had this gig since you were shipped off fresh from uni and one too many 'What happened there?'s and 'Tell me about qualifying's can put a damper on the romantic side of things.

But someone new's in town. Well, er, new in the paddock. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't even a little bit excited.

He's charming, that much you can already tell. He walks into the media pen like he's done it thousands of times before and you have to actively suppress a smile as he walks over. Confidence is always a plus. For the interview, of course.

"Hola, Franco. Antes que nada, enhorabuena," you greet warmly, extending your arm over the barrier to place the microphone nearer to him. Hi, Franco. First of all, congratulations.

Franc's eyebrows shoot up, a wolfish grin settling on his face. "Oh. I thought this was an English interview?"

You smile back. "It is, but I know my way around Spanish, as well."

"Ah," Franco nods. "Gracias, _______."

"You know my name?" You ask, momentarily forgetting that you're being taped and recorded. You clear your throat, ignoring the quiet snicker from your cameraman.

"Yeah, I've seen you around and watched some of your other interviews," Franco confirms, a hand settling on his hip as he leans against the barrier, closer to you.

You can smell his perfume from where you stand.

"Thank you, I've heard and seen a lot about you as well," you respond, trying to return to your original train of thought.

"Which is why I want to ask you how it feels on your first day as a Formula 1 driver," you quickly follow. "Have you done anything special to prepare for this weekend? Other than the obvious, of course."

Another easy smile spreads across Franco's lips. "I've definitely added to my training and done some new things to prepare. I haven't done a full F1 weekend before so everything will be new."

"We definitely don't have reporters like you in the lower Formulas," he adds.

You feel a violent blush rip up through your neck all the way to your cheeks. As if the Monza heat wasn't enough.

"Well, I'm glad you could meet me here," you manage to get out.

The thing is, Franco isn't even the most attractive driver you've met. He's definitely up there, but not the most.

That's a discussion you have with yourself semi-weekly: ranking the drivers in terms of attractiveness, factoring in personalities and general attitudes towards the people around them, specifically the media.

Look, people love to shit on the media and press, calling journalism all sorts of derogatory words, but you're just here to do your job, like anyone else. And it gets pretty fucking hard when your boss is ringing your phone every five minutes demanding four stories by tomorrow and drivers are sassing you out as if you asked them if they've murdered their whole family.

So, naturally, the way they treat you determines a big chunk of how you think your day is going to pan out.

And right now, Franco seems to be lifting your spirits just fine.

"What are your goals for this weekend? Are points on the horizon for you at your first F1 race?" You continue, trying not to stare at the way Franco starts to rub at the back of his neck, bashful all of a sudden.

"We'll try," Franco begins. He plants both his hands on the barrier and leans even closer. You have to physically take a step back.

You gulp. Franco smiles.

"Anything is possible this weekend."

-

"You broke the internet last night."

You scoff, sending your cameraman a vicious side-eye. It's crowded in the paddock today, everyone wanting to get a glimpse of the new rookie, it seems. Such is the eagerness for this young driver that even that 30-second clip of your interview with him blew right up in your face. Your inboxes at capacity, your own voice speaking back to you with every other swipe on your TikTok.

It's not all bad, though. A tweet with one of your Instagram photos attached to it captioned 'TE ENTIENDO MUCHO FRANCO ES MUY LINDA PERIODISTA' did weasel out a chuckle from you.

Your cameraman shrugs, gesturing with a jerk of his head in front of you.

"There he is. I'm sure he knows all about it."

You look over to where he's pointing and lo and behold, Franco is right there, chatting with a few Williams team members, his race suit hanging undone around his waist. He turns to you even before you can fully register that it's him you're looking at.

But your training kicks in even faster. A megawatt smile appears on your lips and you wave enthusiastically at Franco.

"Hi."

"_______," Franco says, face lighting up at the sight of you. Your name seems to fall even more effortlessly off his lips.

You reach over and pull him into a half-hug with one arm, but both his arms wind around you and you have no choice but to squeeze back.

"You saw?" Franco asks, a gleam in his eye as he pulls away. His hand remains casually on the small of your back.

"Saw what?" You know what it is he's asking but you'd like to hear it from him.

"We went viral, no?" Franco says with a laugh, reaching further around you and squeezing your waist. You lean into his touch, heart jumping as his fingers graze just underneath your cropped top.

"That's all because of you," you reason, pointing an accusatory finger at Franco. "I bet you say that to all the other reporters."

The Williams team members standing nearby burst out laughing and even your cameraman affords a snicker. A deep blush spreads across Franco's face as he rubs your side reassuringly.

"No, no, I don't. Just you," Franco admits with another lighthearted laugh.

"Sure," you say with exaggerated skepticism. You pull away from his touch, catching his hand before he slips it fully off of you.

"I'll talk to you later," you say. And it's fully intentional, the words you choose to say. I'll talk to you later. Not 'I'll catch you later' or 'I'll see you later'.

I will talk to you later.

Franco understands, giving your hand a squeeze.

-

Later that day, you pray that no one catches you grinning behind your hand as Franco takes the chequered flag at qualifying.

P11.

Almost there.

-

"Hi. Come in."

Franco beams at you from across the threshold, stepping into your room with slow, measured steps.

"Great qualifying," you compliment, eyes traveling down Franco's body, noting the way his team kit hugs his frame just right, his hands shoved into his pockets, exposing just his arms, veins and all.

Your eyes snap back up to his face when you hear the door shut in place.

"Q2 on your debut. Not bad," you go on, taking a step back. Franco takes one toward you.

"You're just repeating what you said at the media pen earlier," Franco points out. He reaches out and gently circles an arm around your waist.

Always straight to the point.

Like this morning.

You tried not to make it so obvious when you ran into Franco earlier, but all you could think about was The Message.

You were doing your cursory social media checks a few minutes after you had woken up, still snug in your bed and unwilling to get up just yet. A message in your Instagram inbox caught your attention, sitting at the very top of your 'verified followers' tab.

Franco Colapinto: hola, hermosa 😉

It took a minute for your motor functions to return, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you pored over what to reply. You settled on a nonchalant greeting, asking if Franco needed anything.

You realized rather belatedly that this was looking a little familiar. You wished he wouldn't say the dreaded answer, the more-than-predictable response that every man liked to use.

Franco Colapinto: you, maybe?

You groaned into your pillow, not because you were repulsed by his answer, but because you liked it. If you were easy, then so was he.

You: i finish work at 9 pm tonight...? 👀

It's 9 PM now. Franco's in the room and your hand is running up his chest.

Easy.

"It's such an honor," Franco teases, backing you up further into the room. His hands feel heavy on your waist and your heart hammers against your chest.

"I get to work with people like you now," Franco continues, stopping right in front of the bed.

The kiss comes as a shock more so because of how good Franco kisses. One of his hands is now cradling the back of your head, keeping you in place while he licks into your mouth, groaning with every pucker of your lips.

You pull away for barely a second to get both of your tops off before you dive back in, seemingly too desperate and too starved for each other's mouths. Franco's hands are everywhere; they run down your arms, paw at your waist, tugging at the belt loops of your jeans.

You giggle as he pulls you even closer, your bare chests pressed against each other. Franco pulls back and peers down at you, reaching behind to unclasp your bra. You let it fall, already guiding one of his hands to your tits.

"Couldn't stop staring at them?" You ask, your voice rising with an innocent lilt.

Franco kneads at the mound beneath his hand, eliciting a moan from you. He grins.

"I wanted you to notice," Franco admits simply, kissing you again.

"Perv," you mumble against his lips. Franco laughs, already undoing his trousers.

You wiggle your own way out of your jeans, letting Franco get the shortest of glimpses at your baby pink underwear before you discard them off to the side.

"Mierda, you're so sexy," Franco compliments as you crawl backward onto the bed, laying back and letting your hair splay out beneath you.

Franco pounces on you like a man starved, bare atop your own naked body, his arms caging you in.

"Big moves from somebody so new," you whisper, carding your fingers through Franco's soft locks.

"I like to make a statement," Franco says with a shrug. He glances up momentarily, something piquing his interest off to the side.

"Is that your camera?"

You crane your neck to see where he's looking and sure enough, your personal DSLR is right there on the bedside drawer. You look back at Franco, an eyebrow raised.

"You wanna use it?" You ask, not expecting him to actually say yes. But a mischievous grin settles on Franco's face and you feel your heart skip several beats.

"Knock yourself out," you say.

Franco reaches for the camera and fiddles with it for a few seconds. His eyes scan over your body and you suddenly feel the urge to hide away with how hard he's looking.

"May I?" Franco asks, brandishing the camera. Your mouth falls open as you realize what he's asking.

"You can keep them for yourself. For your eyes only," Franco hurriedly adds, planting his knees firmly on either side of you.

You stare up at him, a million thoughts running through your mind.

"Just...touch yourself."

You gasp, stunned at his proposal. Franco watches through the LCD monitor, glancing up at you through his lashes. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth, and as if on instinct, your hand inches down slowly between your legs.

"You're in front of cameras all the time," Franco reminds with a smirk. "This should be easy for you."

You suppress a whimper at his words, your fingertips swiping through your slick folds. You're already soaked and you start to wonder if it started even before Franco got here.

The shutter clicks and the lens whirs, sharp against the soft breaths you're letting out. Franco is concentrated, snapping photo after photo as you rub yourself closer to release. But it's not enough. You need more.

"Franco...," you implore, peering up with bright, begging eyes.

"Slowly, mi amor," Franco coos. "Just where you like it. Right there."

Click.

"Harder now, but still slow. Yes? Feels good?"

You whine, eyes fluttering shut as your pleasure picks up again. Several clicks. You're panting now, the tendrils of release wrapping themselves around you.

"Faster, yes, like that," Franco eggs on. Your fingers speed up against your sensitive clit and a litany of Franco's name spills from your lips. Before you know it, he's putting the camera away. You reach for him, gripping the back of his neck as he smashes his lips into yours.

Franco bites down on your lip and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you like a tide. You arch against Franco, feeling his own stiffness heavy on your thigh.

You blink, Franco's face coming into focus, barely an inch from yours. He watches you closely, pupils blown wide and plump lips even redder. You hook your legs around his waist, letting him know that you're not done yet.

Franco is quick to pick up, smiling as lines himself up with you. The groan that escapes him is nothing short of delicious as he pushes himself in. You gasp along, the stretch a welcome sensation.

Franco wastes no time and pounds right into you, catching you by surprise. You let your head fall back against the mattress, a long, drawn-out whine erupting from deep within your chest as Franco licks a stripe up your neck.

Your whole body quakes with how hard he's thrusting into you but you're clearly enjoying it if your wanton moans are anything to go by. Franco meets your eyes and you pull him down, wanting nothing more than to drown in those lips of his.

It's feral and it's unrestrained, spurred on by the knowledge that this is more than unprofessional in your line of work. Not illegal by any means, but risky enough to warrant warnings from your coworkers. Never sleep with a driver unless you're committed.

Oh, well.

Franco groans loudly in your ear, movements losing their rhythm as he speeds up. You're clinging to him as if he'd disappear if you let go, your own belly tightening once more with that familiar feeling.

Franco. Franco. Franco.

He kisses you just as he finishes. Passionate, eager, heady. You feel him inside you, a different kind of elation filling you as you release all over him.

Franco pulls away to allow yourselves to breathe. He pulls out, rolling over to your side. You hug your folded knees to your chest, too lazy to get up and find something to deal with the mess.

"No hagas eso. Eso es demasiado doméstico," Franco jokes, moving closer and planting a kiss to your shoulder. Don't do that. That's too domestic.

"Relájate, estoy usando anticonceptiva," you reassure with a lighthearted roll of your eyes. Relax, I'm on birth control.

Franco hums, laying an arm over you. He pulls you close and you face him, reaching up to brush away some of his unruly hair.

He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Happy that you're a Formula 1 driver?" You ask, grinning.

Franco chuckles. "Very."

[faithshouseofchaos]

Franco Colapinto x reader. She's a F1 fan and meets him at the club after a race. She has nothing for him to sign so he signs her 🍒????

“You want me too sign what?” — Franco Colapinto x fem!reader

Slightly suggestive

Word count 1.1k

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The club was packed with people looking for a good time. It was dark, except for the flickering strobe lights, and it smelled like a mix of alcohol, sweat, and various perfumes and colognes. It was a Sunday night after the Monza Grand Prix, which Ferrari won, so everyone, yourself included, was on cloud nine.

Dressed in a short blue sparkly dress that left little to the imagination you smiled as you squeezed in between all the bodies on the dance floor trying to make it back to your friends who were sitting at the back of the club talking. You made it through the sea of people, bumping into at least four random guys and getting your hair pulled by a girl who had a few too many drinks.

It was dark and you couldn’t see anything so you felt pretty bad when you bumped into someone. Franco winced as a figure suddenly slammed into him, causing his drink to spill on his shirt. He turned to see a girl in a blue sparkling dress, clearly a little tipsy. He was about to say something when he got distracted by the sight of her cleavage. It was hard to look away.

He cleared his throat and looked up at her face. "Sorry, I... you okay?"

The girl chuckled and swayed a bit. "Oops, sorry about that. I'm fine, I was just trying to get back to my friends over there," she said, gesturing to a group of people on the other side of the room.

Franco took a moment to appreciate her smile and the way the dress clung to her curves. He couldn't help but feel intrigued by her carefree attitude.

“No way You're Franco Colapinto I’m a big fan. You had one hell of a drive today, especially driving that shit box of a car” you said, recognizing the new F1 driver in front of you.

Franco's eyebrows raised in surprise. He was used to being recognized in public, but the fan usually just asked for his autograph and moved on. But there was something about the directness and excitement in her voice that he found refreshing.

"Yeah, definitely not the car I was hoping for this year," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "But we do what we can with what we've got, right? And thanks for the support, it means a lot."

You couldn’t believe your luck running into an F1 driver, and not just any driver, but the cute new Argentinian rookie with a passion for driving. You could feel the alcohol coursing through your veins and it made you bolder.

Swaying slightly, you looked up into his eyes and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

Franco looked down at the girl in the sparkling red dress standing in front of him. He liked her energy and the way she seemed to carry herself with confidence and excitement. It was refreshing compared to the usual fans he encountered.

As she asked her question, Franco took a moment to look her up and down, appreciating the way her dress clung to her curves. He could tell she had a bit to drink by the way she was swaying, but it only made her more attractive to him.

"Sure, go ahead," Franco said, leaning in closer to hear her over the loud music.

“Can you sign something for me?” You asked loudly over the music. Franco chuckled at the simplicity of the request. He was used to fans asking for autographs, but the way this girl asked somehow made it feel more intimate.

"Sure, I can sign something for you," he replied, still leaning in close to hear her. "But, ah, where do you want me to sign? I don't see any paper or anything on you."

“Can you sign my breast?” You asked rather boldly. Franco's eyes widened in surprise. That was not the question he was expecting, but he was certainly not opposed to the idea.

He looked down at her cleavage, which was on full display in the tight red dress, and then back up at her face. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You want me to sign your breast, huh?" he said, his voice dropping an octave lower. "Is that a serious request?"

Franco couldn't help but be impressed by her boldness. She was clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol, but the way she was looking at him made it clear that she was also attracted to him.

He glanced back down at her chest, then back up to her face. "You know what, why not?" he said, his tone playful. "It'll be a first for me, but I don't mind making an exception for a beautiful fan."

Franco reached out and placed a hand on her hip, guiding her further into the darkness of the club. He led her over to a secluded corner, away from the crowd of people dancing and talking. As they walked, he appreciated the feel of her warm body against his hand.

Once they were in the corner, he leaned back against the wall and gestured for her to come closer. "Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Franco waited as she stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them. He could smell her perfume, a mix of sweet and spicy notes that suited her. She was even more beautiful up close, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I need a pen," he said, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans and pulling out a sharpie. "And I need somewhere to write..."

He placed the tip of the pen just above the neckline of her dress, right above her cleavage. They were so close now, their bodies nearly touching. "This okay?" he asked, looking up at her face.

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart was racing, and she felt a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through her body.

Franco leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he started to write his name across her chest. He took his time, making sure each letter was neat and legible. His breath was warm on her skin as he worked, the tip of the pen tracing the curves of her body. His hand brushed against her skin with each stroke, making her shiver and sending jolts of electricity through her veins.

When he was done, he pulled back and looked down at his handiwork, a satisfied smirk on his face. "There you go," he said, capping the pen and slipping it back into his pocket. "That's a one-of-a-kind autograph right there."

He looked back up into her eyes, a mischievous gleam in his own. "You know, I'm not even sure I caught your name," he said, placing a hand on her hip again, pulling her a little closer.

She tried to gather her thoughts, but the alcohol and the way he was touching her was making it hard to concentrate.

"It's, um," she said, her voice shaking. "It's Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeated, rolling the sound over his tongue. "I like that. It's pretty, just like you."

[hazelsmirrorball]

And they were roommates | F1 Drivers

summary: y/n wanted to live in New York, so that's how she ended up living with three losers faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter pairings: oscar piastri x fem!reader, lando norris x fem! reader, Logan Sargent x fem!reader, franco colapinto x fem!reader

a/n: Excuse any errors english isn’t my main language. this is inspired by new girl

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logansargent we look really hot with our shades on!! But why the hell are Oscar and Lando wearing ur bras?

yourgirlbestfriend omg!! I thought you were joking when you said they used trash cans as pools in ur balcony

-> yourusername nothing is a joke when it comes to them

landonorris shoes off the couch! I sleep there

-> yourusername boo you whore

francolapinto you look so cute :)

-> yourusername omg im blushing

-> logansargent she really is blushing btw

-> yourusername delete this!

-> landonorris @oscarpiastri are you seeing this? isn't this ur girl

-> yourusername stop cockblocking me

-> oscarpiastri We are just friends.

-> landonorris but you wish you were more

-> yourusername do you guys know that private message exist

-> landonorris but I want your whole 100 followers to see that Oscar has a crush on you

-> oscarpiastri I do not.

-> <-

Logan and Y/n stood in front of the tv as the Zumba routine played at full volume. The clock read 4:30 am as the pair tried following the middle aged woman in front of them. Logan skipped in a circle moving his dumbbells side to side. As Y/n hollered when the woman on the TV would ask if they were hype. Oscar, being tired from the night before he could hear the pair having the time of their lives with the zumba. He quickly slipped on some pants not bothering to put on a shirt while walking down the stairs rubbing the tiredness of his eyes. When Oscar finally got to the bottom of the stairs he quickly got flashed with Logan’s short shorts. 

“Oh, Oscar, are you joining us?” Logan said, turning to him as he placed the dumbbells down taking a sip from his water. Y/n also turned jogging in place smiling at Oscar. 

 “I thought you guys were doing that dancing class” Oscar said as he yawned looking at the pair thinking that the clothes they had on was a cause of his imagination and lack of sleep. 

“Yeah, dummy. What do you think we are doing? This is a dancing class. We are doing Zumba. Logan found a cheap disk at a thrift store and he also found these sick outfits so we are matching with the ladies on the tv” Y/n responded stretching her wrist warmers. 

“Yeah, we are getting ripped”

“I thought you guys meant you were going to the gym and that they were offering the class. It's four in the morning guys. That stupid song is driving me insane” Oscar said glaring at the pair as he leaned against the wall. Logan groaned, throwing his head back as Y/n raised an eyebrow at him. 

“You are certainly not invited to our pilates mom group” 

“Logan, you are not a mother. Neither of you are” 

“Well with all you bitching and moaning, I should be” 

Lando pushed open the apartment door after  having one to many drinks at the club he looked at Y/n and Logan and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Are you guys supposed to be John Travolta and Jaime Lee Curtis?”

-> <-

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landonorris I just noticed that my whole camera roll is dedicated to my loser roommates. I need a life.

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yourusername mom! I swear I don't drink

-> landonorris babe don't lie. those white claws are on ur side of the fridge

-> yourusername those white claws aren't mine, that's Logan side of the fridge

-> logansargent I hope none of you are touching my white claws

yourusername Oscar is such a nerd

-> oscarpiastri Hey! I have instagram.

-> logansargent surprisingly

-> <- Y/n pulled Franco Colapinto’s arm as she quietly tried to sneak him out of the apartment without waking her roommates up. Franco’s clothes hung loosely on her body as she shushed him for what felt like the one hundredth time. As they were almost near the exit, Lando turned on the light with a huge grin on his face.  

“Is this supposed to be his walk of shame?” 

“Lando shut up and go to be” Y/n replied through gritted teeth, as Franco stood in front of the door awkwardly. 

“I will not shut up. This is the first time you bring a guy home. Honestly I am so proud of you. I was worrying that I was the only one bringing people to the apartment. But now I don’t feel as bad.” Lando said walking up to them and wrapping his arms around both of their shoulders. 

“Lando, you literally bring two people daily. I think you should feel bad.” 

“No because, this is different. Wait until Osar finds out. Hold up, this means you are not a virgin anymore. Oh my God my kids are growing up.” 

“Lando, I wasn’t a virgin” 

“That’s what I am saying, Did he..Oh God. Oscar! Oscar, come here” 

The three of you guys stare at each other in silence while oscar quickly walks into the kitchen looking at the trio. He looked Franco up and down, quickly turning to Lando 

“What” 

“Did you know, Y/n isn’t a virgin anymore?” 

“I know”

“You know?!” 

“Who did you took it?”

-> <-

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The four of roommates sat on the couch quietly scrolling on their phones. They have been like that for like for an hour. The peaceful silence had broke when Lando gasped loudly.

“You guys remember that we agreed on doing a group costume”  

“No one agreed to do a group costume” 

“No, you guys did!”

“You said, we should do a group costume for Charles halloween party and we didn’t answer” 

“Anyways, as I was saying, I saw a tik tok of some roommates that dressed as the main south park characters and that would be perfect for us. Logan can be Kyle, Y/n can be Stan, OScar can be Catman and I can be Kenny” Logan said while showing them the tiktok on his phone. Y/n laughed and turned to Logan. 

“You being Kenny is insane” 

“Why?” 

“Oscar should be Kenny and you should be Cartman” Y/n responded as if it were obvious. 

“Stop defending your boyfriend. I don’t want to be Cartman”

“Lando. You are literally Cartman”

“ I am not! I already bought the costumes in our sizes so shut up”

“Wait, why did my card got charged” 

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yourusername who is that lady in the last picture, she is quite attractive

landonorris I look so good in this pic, what the fuck

logansargent oscars active era?

charlesleclerc I think I missed a chapter, what's up with that last picture

-> landonorris I don't even know what's going on, I thought the little guy that flirts was still in the picture

-> francolapinto i am taller than you

Francolapinto invite me next time

-> oscarpiastri No.

-> <-

“Damn it! Everyone to the bathroom right now!” Logan yelled, making everyone enter the small shared bathroom. Logan gripped on his towel showing it to the group. “Is someone playing a joke on me? Honestly, why is my towel still damp?”

“Because that’s not your towel, Logan. It’s my towel” Lando responded, pointing at the blue towel he was holding. Logan looked at Lando with fear. 

“No it’s not. Your towel is the red one. It always has been the red one” 

“I'll tell you this, pal. I've never used that. I do use that one every single day.”

“Oh, God.” Logan said, gagging. 

‘This towel's so warm and fluffy. It's like it's been in the sun forever.” Y/n said, touching the red towel. 

“This means you two have been drying your junk with the same towel.” Oscar commented, trying to escalate the situation. 

“Intimate.”

“Are you out of your mind?! What do you mean, am I... How do you think this is your towel? Do you even wash it?” Logan asked, trying to not get worked up, which he was failing miserably.  

“No, I don't wash the towel; the towel washes me. Who washes a towel?” Lando responded matter of factly while the others looked at him shocked. 

“You never wash?”

“You wash your towel?” 

“You never wash the towel?” 

“What am I going to do? Wash the shower next? Wash a bar of soap? You got to think here, pal.” Lando said, rolling his eyes. 

“I'm furious right now.” 

“ I get out of the damn shower, I'm clean as a damn baby, and I use the towel.”

“Let me ask you this. Have you been wearing my underpants” Logan asked as his eye twitch. 

“Sometimes, yeah. Who cares? You guys don't wear each other's underpants? You're lying. We all wear each other's underwear.”

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landonorris the little one?! y/n is the little one. I am taller than her

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“I want to see who got podium!” Oscar said through his headset grinning, while lando scoffed. 

“I obviously got podium, did you not see my hard work out there? I for certain won” Lando replied hitting the table in front of him. As the screen went black. 

They all had been like that for the past two hours and none of them had gotten podium. So they had come up with a group strategy for at least one of them to come on top. When the screens comes back up lando yells angrily while Logan groans. 

“You guys didn’t give me five starts!” 

“Come on, Lando! We can’t  all be on the podium” Y/n replied from her room through the headset.

“You are such and ass. My outfit was better than your. Fuck! The theme was Main Character, you did a basic outfit, while I actually played the game correctly and did Sharpay Evans. It pisses me off that I lost. Like this game is dress to impress. Not dress to be mediocre. I am done”

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charlesleclerc now our doggies can have a doggy date

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logansargent why did we also get pictures of you and Oscar? what happen to that handsome guy

landonorris if you guys are together don't you dare break up because we have a lease together, thanks x

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logansargent you guys can't leave me alone with lando if you move out!

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Bad Blood

♥ masterlist | request rules | based on this request

♥ pairing: franco colapinto x fem!driver!reader

♥ synopsis: tensions started rising in the williams garage when bad strategies pitted you and your teammate, franco against each other. after spotting him in a bar the night of a race the two of you bonded over your shared bad result. 

♥ one-shot - wc: 1.6k

♥ as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing, drinking, and vaguely suggestive !!!

♥ a/n: rivals to lovers + forced proximity, go nuts babe. btw there’s some salty team vibes so i just wanna say i love williams (except james) this is purely for the plot lol

“Plan B, Y/n. Plan B,” you engineer said on the radio of your car.

”Is Franco undercutting me?” you asked, shifting down into a corner.

“We think this is the best decision point-wise.”

“You’re joking.”

“Y/n stick to the strategy, you’ll get your time eventually.” they responded.

“No this is bullshit. What advantage are you giving him? He can’t chase down Kmag any better than I can—at least he doesn’t have the pace right now. I don’t see why you’re making him the priority.”

You reached the end of the main straight watching as your teammate exited the pit lane in front of you.

He was on hard tires, an extremely odd choice for the end of this race. You were trying to complete the last 20 laps on softs while your teammate tried to make up positions on the opposite compound. Wait why the fuck would they put him on those tires? If they were aiming for an undercut, they were certainly going to fail with this strategy. 

You dove down into the apex and collided with Franco, who was turning in front of you. You both spun out into the gravel, ending your race. 

It was always like this. Somehow you always found yourself competing against Franco no matter where you went. 

“Fuck,” you yelled on the radio as you threw your HANS device outside of the car. 

“Are you okay?” your engineer questioned.

“Yup, yeah I’m fine.” you responded. 

The Williams team could hear faint breathing from Franco. 

“Is she ok?” he asked. 

“Yes, are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

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You scrolled through your phone in your driver's room, coming across a couple of posts about the situation.

@fcswife “is she okay?” FRANCO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 😭❤️

@charlesgf16 she really has zero respect for franco huh?

@francodefender1 how could anyone hate him? 😩

You rolled your eyes and clicked off the device, throwing it onto a different cushion on the couch. You were going to need a drink. 

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Later that night you retreated to a bar you were unfamiliar with. A couple of F2 drivers in your circle mentioned it in passing and considering you couldn't fluently speak the language of the country you were visiting, you hoped to run into a few people you knew.

The room was dark, loud, and packed. You could hear music playing over the sound of dozens of drunk voices. You pushed your way through the crowd of people towards the front of the bar in order to get a drink.

You spotted a familiar face when you arrived. To your dismay it was the only person you wished not to talk to at that moment. His brown curls were immediately identifiable and if that wasn't enough, the fluorescent lighting illuminated his face, drawing your eyes towards the small mole on his cheek.

You looked around for a place to avoid him, but all the booths were taken and the only open bar stool was the one next to Franco.

Because of course it was.

You sighed and took the seat next to him, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact.

"A bottle of Dom Perignon please," you asked, causing Franco to snort.

“What?” you shifted your gaze towards him.

“Champagne is for winners,” he said, looking you straight in the eye.

It wasn’t like he was incorrect. Champagne was for the podium—but you had a long day and it was time to treat yourself. Regardless, you rolled your eyes at the man’s comment.

Franco waved over the bartender to get a glass and help himself to the bottle of alcohol.

“You can venmo me,” you said only half joking as he poured himself some champagne.

A small tv in the corner of the bar had a replay of the race and press.

”There were a lot of emotions definitely, uhm I think the decisions tire wise for the strategy weren’t great. It’s frustrating to see the prioritization of your teammate but I guess I have no input on whether that goes to me or Franco each race. We had a rough week overall as a team but I hope we can bounce back.”

“As much as I hate to agree with you… you were right. Both our strategies were fucked.” he said referencing your post race interview, “They screwed us both.”

The two of you never really got along, but at least neither blamed each other for the crash. It was just a racing incident and it didn’t have to prevent you from finally having a civil conversation with Franco.

“To screwing us both,” you smiled while raising your glass of champagne, eliciting a chuckle out of him.  

He clinked his cup to yours with a smirk and took a small sip. 

From that point on your distaste for him slowly started to die down and you began to have a mutual understanding.

-

The next race went over far smoother than the last. Franco ended up in P5 with you right behind him in P6; an incredible result for the two of you and the team.

You jumped out of your car and strolled your way over to his. The camera picked up on you patting his helmet and mumbling something.

Of course this was going to be all your media feed would show for the next few days.

-

That night you found yourself at a far more tame pub than the last.

“From the gentleman across the bar,” a server said, causing you to look up from your phone and towards the direction he was pointing. 

Franco was leaning against the counter with a grin. He raised his eyebrows quickly and waved.

You took a sip of the cold blue drink in front of you and waved back. His eyes stayed locked on you as you pulled out your phone and unblocked a number.

You 

is there red bull in this? 

+1800******

yea 

You got a text back immediately, prompting you to change the contact name. 

You

i think that’s a sin

Franco

oh?

You

yea if i can’t drive it i shouldn’t be drinking it  

Franco

i guess it’s too bad williams doesn’t make energy drinks

You

come sit with me

-

Tensions were still high on track between the two of you but the minute race weekend was over it was like someone flipped a switch.

A few weeks flew by and people started to notice your behavior towards Franco. By now there were probably dozens of pictures of you looking very cozy together at parties, but not getting along at the circuits or simply ignoring each other in the paddock.

Of course people were getting suspicious. Maybe this was a ruse to keep your relationship a secret? Maybe it was all staged for Netflix. Or maybe—you two didn’t really know what you were.

-

“Che,” a voice called out to you in spanish, instantly grabbing your attention.

You spotted Franco in a booth at the back of the club. It was far darker in that corner, but with the flashing lights and loud music you were glad he picked a more secluded area.

The building was full with the familiar faces of drivers and team members.

”Look at you,” he said, impressed.

You laughed and did a small spin, showing off your dress. You knew he’d liked it and by the memory you had earlier this evening, it seemed as though a lot of people would.

”Another date with Franco, huh?” Kika smirked while putting on some dangly earrings. “It’s not a date,” you protested. She spun her body around to face you. “This,” she gestured to your outfit. “Is for a date.”

You slid into the booth next to him, setting your black clutch purse beside you.

Franco’s hand firmly grabbed your thigh to steady himself as he shifted closer towards you. Your eyes darted down to the action but he didn’t seem to notice. His grip loosened as he settled and he started rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

A small hum escaped your lips, barely audible over the music and voices, but there was no way in hell your soft noises wouldn’t catch his attention.

”¿Esto está bien?” (is this ok?) he asked in a whisper, causing you to only nod.

His face moved closer to yours, and you wasted no time cupping his cheeks in your hands, and connecting your lips.

You melted into the kiss knowing damn well you daydreamed about this an embarrassing amount.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, tasting the gloss you applied earlier. You opened your mouth to allow him entrance and he dragged his fingertips further up the inside of your thigh.

Franco moved down to your neck leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. His index and middle fingers brushed the lace of your lingerie, causing him to smirk against you.

“Stand up,” he demanded. He slipped out of the booth and pulled you onto your feet. You grabbed your clutch as he guided you through the crowd, hand-in-hand.

He opened the chiming door and the two of you stepped onto the wet cobblestone. Your heels clicked on the ground as he guided you to his car in the rain.

He pulled open the passenger seat door for you.

“Wow, we weren’t even in there a couple of minutes,” you stated.

“I think we’ve had enough time to talk… quiero llevarte a casa…” (i want to take you home) he leaned down and mumbled to you.

“O en este caso mi hotel,” (or in this case my hotel) “unless you’d rather go back inside..” he trailed off.

You shook your head in protest to his last works and a light chuckle slipped through his lips.

”Alright then,” he smirked, getting into the drivers seat.

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Hello, welcome to my blog. Here you can find all my written pieces. I hope you can enjoy some.

Requests are open ( except for Song x driver )

I write for Formula 1( including old drivers), Formula 2( including old drivers), Formula 3 and Football. If you want a driver in a different category, you can always request and I can see if I write it.

I am new to football, so I don't know a lot of players yet but I try.

F1: I do not write for Valterri Bottas, Nico Hulkenberg, Kevin Magnussen, logan Sargeant, Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon. List can be changed at all times.

I do not really write smut. Sometimes when I feel like it or the request is really nice I maybe do it, but probably not.

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Formula 1

My beautiful boy ( fem!driver x oc bf)

Loscar(NSFW)- Gamer/ Only fans AU

MV1

Crazy cat lady

Last talk

Thight riding (NSFW)

Kiss me ( S x D)

Tell em ( S x D )

Drunk yapping

LN4

What is a soft launch

Stay in

Casual ( S x D)

Out of my league ( S x D)

Here alone again ( S x D )

Necklace

OP81

Breakfast

Campus ( S x D )

Hold my girl ( S x D)

unnamed

Shut me up ( S x D)

Miss you

CL16

Traitor pt 1

Take me back to the night me met pt 2

Bust the windows out your car pt 3

Ferrari

That girl ( S x D)

CS55

positive

spending time

Bar fight

Behind the camera

Ordinary life ( NSFW)( s x D)

PG10

Helping him calm down ft Kika Gomes

LH44

Lost and found

GR63

Yuck ( S x D)

Jenson Button

Beach kisses

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Formula 2

Franco Colapinto

Back home

Biggest supporter

Sacrifice Tonight ( S x D)

She said yes- Arthur Leclerc

Prema challenges

Food challenge- Loscar x reader

Truth or dare- Loscar x reader

Only question-Arthur, Ollie, Dennis x reader

Wheelbarrow challenge- Dennis Hauger x reader

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Football

Kenan Yildiz( Turkish nt)

Jealousy

Biggest Supporter

Pregnancy

Surprise visit

Babysitting

Arda Güler ( Turkihs nt)

Supporter

Xavi Simons( Dutch Nt)

Jealousy

Nico Williams( Spanish Nt)

Holiday spirit

Trust issues

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saw that you write for franco and HAD to ask🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 could you do a smut fic between franco x italian!reader? everything else is up to you❤️🙏🏻

Cocky bastard — Franco colapinto x Italian!fem!reader

Warning Smut teasing heavy make out fingering (p in v) fully clothed/naked light degurading mixed with praise mean!franco sex against the wall aftercare unprotected sex

Badly translated Spanish and Italian I also hate this with a passion 🥲😭💀

Word count 3.3k

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Franco’s large warm hands cupped your face as he kissed you, his equally warm body pressed against yours against the wall. Your heart pounded deep and slowly in your chest it almost hurt but the butterflies in your stomach made it worth it. Franco’s lips left yours as they trailed down your jaw going to your neck, one of his hands left your face to grip your hip as he ground his hips into yours, his hard cock against your throbbing core making you whine out in protest.

“Shhh, mi amor, it's alright I'll take care of you, I promise,” Franco whispered in your ear, his accent thick and seductive, as he pushed his hips down against you slightly eliciting another pathetic-sounding whine from you. Your thighs pressed together needily, wanting more of him against you, his free hand grabbed your chin making you look up at him.

"Use your words, cariño. What do you need?" Franco asked in that silky smooth voice of his, his thumb rubbing your lower lip. You could tell he was trying to provoke you slightly, wanting you to be needy just for him, your face heating up at how flustered his intense gaze made you.

“Tu, ho solo bisogno di te." You whimper pathetically. "There you go, all you needed to do was ask, cariño," Franco crooned in that smooth velvety tone of his that made you shiver. He ground his hips against you again and his hand gripped your hip even harder. You whine as your body trembles, your thighs rubbing against each other desperately.

"Please," You whimpered, your voice cracking with need. A smirk flashed across his face at your pitiful pleading, he loved you desperate like this. "Please what, darling? You have to say what you need." He teased, his thumb still rubbing over your lower lip. Your body shivered under his gaze, he was testing you, you knew it but you just didn't care. The need was getting too much to care.

“I want you. I want you with me, on me, and in me.” You pleaded. Another chuckle rumbled from Franco's chest as he moved his hand from your hip and reached under your skirt, his warm fingers gently trailing up your bare thigh making you shiver.

"Is that right, mi amor?" He teased in that smooth deep voice of his, his breath lightly brushing against your ear. "You want me to take you right here hm?"

Your breathing was ragged as heat pooled in your core, your body trembling from both arousal and his voice. You couldn't even form a thought, let alone a response, all you could do was nod and whine. He chuckled at your state and his hand moved even higher up your thigh to the edge of your lace panties.

"Use your words for me, cariño," Franco said, his voice taking on a commanding tone, the hint of order in his voice made your head spin. He leaned in closer his head next to your ear and nipped at your earlobe. "I want to hear you say how badly you want me."

"So badly please, I-I need you so bad" You whimpered pathetically as his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties. "Please, please just" Your thoughts were interrupted as he lightly tugged on the hem of your lace underwear.

"Just what mi querida ?" He asked, his voice dripping with lust, knowing exactly what you meant but he needed you to say it. His breath in your ear was driving you insane, the heat in your core was aching for him and only he could cure it.

"Non essere arrogante, sai una cosa" you replied breathlessly, hips bucking against his hand, the sensation making you roll your eyes and your head lightly hit the wall with a soft thud.

He hummed out a chuckle at your impatience, but he understood well enough considering how needy you were, you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence anymore, so desperate.

“Oh, I’m well aware, mi dulce, I just want to hear you say it, so desperate for me.” He teased as his finger slowly dragged across your lace underwear finally pulling them off.

He looked at them for a second before putting them in his pocket before returning his hand to your bare thigh. “Hmm, so wet just from me talking, you are a desperate girl aren’t you?” He leaned in, his lips barely touching your neck, your body trembling under his words and touch. He was driving you insane and you needed more. “Please, please just touch me already,” You whined in his ear, your face heating up from how needy you sounded, but you didn’t care, you just needed him now.

“Well, when you ask so nicely, how could I say no?” Franco chuckled, his hand finally leaving your thigh and trailing back down to your now bare core. You gasped lightly as he touched your sensitive flesh. “Shhh, mi amor, I’m going to take care of you now, just relax.

His fingers traced over your folds, you moaned out as the slight touch sent shocks through your body, you couldn’t even think straight anymore all because of him. “Mhm, so sensitive, you’re so desperate mi vida” he whispered in your ear, his finger rubbing gentle circles, his other hand going To hold your hip to keep you steady, if he wasn’t holding you up you would have collapsed by now. “Please, I can’t, I don’t think I can take it” You whimpered, your brain completely gone and completely wrapped around all his teasing.

“Shhh, you’ll take it, you can take it. Just let go, mi amor, just let go of me,” Franco crooned in your ear he pressed two of his fingers into your core gently starting to pump them You gasped loudly, your eyes rolling back as your brain malfunctioned. You whined and moaned out incoherently as he worked his skillful fingers, his lips back on your neck. “Please, oh god, it feels so good” You pointed out “I can’t, I-” You couldn’t even finish a sentence your whole body was shaking under him, you would have already fallen. If he wasn’t holding you up, but his hand on your hip was gripping you firmly, his fingers pumping deeper into you, the pace getting faster. “You’re so perfect, mi vida, so perfect like this, all desperate for me,” he said, words dripping out of his mouth, his accent Almost as thick as honey. You were completely at his mercy, your body completely taken over by overwhelming waves of pleasure, your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to hold yourself steady. “I’m- “ You tried to speak but only moans came out, your mind was completely gone, and the only thing you could think about was him. “Come for me, mi vida, come for me” Franco all but ordered in your ear, your body shook as his words sent thrills down your spine, that was it, you couldn’t take anymore.

Your brain whited out as your body froze but trembled, a loud moan coming out of you as you fell over the edge. Your legs were shaking like a leaf as you panted, coming down from your high, leaning your head against his shoulder. Franco moved his hand away and wrapped his arm around your waist to help keep you steady, he pulled you close so you were leaning against him.

“You have more in you don’t you baby?” Franco asked, wrapping your leg around his waist and lining his length up with your entrance. You nodded, your mind completely fuzzy as you leaned your head against the wall. "Per favore, per favore, ho così tanto bisogno di te" You pointed out, your eyes meeting his, you must have looked like a pathetic mess but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.

He chuckled at your neediness, his hand caressed your leg as he smirked down at you. “I know how bad you want it, I can feel it. You’re just so desperate for me, I don’t think you can even think straight anymore, can you, cariño?” He teased as he lightly rocked his hips against you, his hand squeezing your thigh.

His words made your face flush, your body trembling and aching for him so badly that it hurt, all you could do was nod pathetically and whine, you didn’t trust yourself to speak, your head was completely gone all because of him.

He chuckled at your pathetic neediness, “Look at you, just completely gone for me, all because of my hands and words, so sensitive, mi vida.” He teased, squeezing your thigh as he thrusted up into you. “So desperate, all because of me, because of what I do to you,” he said as he nipped your ear.

He continued to lightly grin his hips against you, clearly enjoying how you trembled under his touch and words. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you? You’re just so needy and desperate for me, I love it”

He leaned in, his lips on your ear, “You want me inside you don’t you darling?” He growled in your ear. “Yes, yes, please, I need you. I need you so bad” You gasped out, your body shaking from his touch and words. “Please, I can’t take it anymore, I need you inside me” You begged, your fingers gripping his shirt desperately.

He chuckled again, he loved how needy and desperate you were for him. “You better be careful, cariño, it’s a dangerous game you’re playing, pleading with me like that.” He said in a playful but authoritative tone, his hand still squeezing your thigh tightly as he rocked against you.

“But I’m not cruel, I’ll give you what you need, I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for” He shifted slightly, pulling you a bit closer to him. “Just remember, you asked for it,” He said, his voice sultry and seductive as he pushed his hips against you, pressing himself against your core. “And I make no promises to be gentle with you”

He continued to rock against you, his hips moving in slow and deliberate movements. You could feel his hard cock stretching you out making you whine and squirm as you paw and grab at his shirt. If he didn’t have it on you were positive that you would have left marks on his skin.

You gasped loudly, your head falling against his shoulder, this new angle was driving you crazy, sending sparks through your body as your legs trembled.

“per favore, Franco, sono così vicino” you panted breathlessly as he thrusted up into you. Franco let out a groan and a shudder at the feeling of your core squeezing his cock. “yo también mi amor” Franco whispered his head in the crock of your neck.

“ho bisogno di venire, per favore lasciamelo” you pleaded desperately.

Your words fueled him, he loved how needy you sounded and how the Italian just fell from your lips. “Look at you, such a needy little thing. Do you think you’ve earned it?” He asked with a teasing tone, but there was a hint of seriousness to it. You could see he was enjoying this game but he wouldn’t break character.

You whined out in protest, your body trembling and clenching around him. “Please, Dios, please I need to please, I’ve been good I just” You could barely form words from how overwhelmed you felt, the pleasure was building faster than before. Franco grunted as you tightened around him, it took him a second to collect himself as he buried his face in your shoulder. “Mierda, cariño, you gotta stop doing that” he panted out before lifting his head to look at you.

“But you have been good… but are you going to be a good girl for me and do what I say?” He asked in a firm tone, the hand on your thigh gripped it tighter.

Your mind was too fogged from the pleasure to fully understand what he was saying, but his tone was enough to get your mind to understand the question. You nodded frantically, desperate to obey him. “Yes, yes I’ll be good, I’ll do any- anything you want,” you said between gasps, your hands still grasping his shirt wildly.

“That’s what I like to hear, my good girl.” He cooed “So obedient,” he said as he gently tugged your earlobe with his teeth. “Just relax now, let me take it from here”

He started moving again, his thrusts slow and deep. His head dropping back down into your shoulder, his breathing heavy against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs.

“So perfect, I’m not gonna last much longer with you like this” He muttered against your skin as he continued his steady pace, his hips rolling into you. “Just a little more for me, I know you can,” He said as he pulled his head up to look at you.

You looked up at him with desperate lust-filled eyes, your breathing as heavy as his. You nodded your head frantically, wanting to obey him and make him happy. “I’m close, please, please” You panted out, your voice cracking slightly.

“I know, I can feel it” He chuckled as he shifted his grip on you, pulling you even closer to him so you were even more on him. He started moving faster and deeper, clearly chasing his relief.

“I want you to come for me” He groaned out, words mixed with Spanish and English, he was getting close too, you could hear it in his voice.

“Come for me, mi vida” He repeated, his words were more of an order this time, his grip on you getting even tighter, his breathing more ragged. You could feel him shudder against you, clearly trying to hold himself back.

On command the both of you reached your highs coming together Franco’s forehead rested against yours, his body pinning you against the wall once again the hand that held your leg now rested on your ass. You both were drenched in sweat from your “extracurricular activity”.

He stayed like that for a moment, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath until he finally spoke. “Damn girl, you’re going to be the death of me one of these days” he chuckled as he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes still dark from lust.

He leaned in, his lips finding yours and kissing you deeply. It was a soft and gentle kiss, a stark contrast to a few moments ago. He pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, his hot breath still fanning your face. “You okay, mi amor?” he asked breathlessly.

You nodded, unable to speak from how hard you were breathing. You couldn’t even form a single thought as you slowly came back down to earth. You just closed your eyes and leaned your head against his shoulder to help steady yourself, your legs still trembling faintly.

Franco chuckled softly, his hand rubbing your back to help soothe you. “You always look so pretty after I work you up to a puddle” he said, the grin on his face was clearly visible in his voice.

You mumbled something that sounded like “shut up” into his shoulder, your brain still completely fried from what came before. He chuckled again, his hand coming up to gently nudge your chin to make you look at him, your eyes slowly opening to look at him weakly, your legs still feeling like jelly.

He smiled at your state, knowing he was the reason you looked like this. “Don’t be like that now, cariño, I know you enjoyed it.” He said with a smirk, his hand leaving your chin and moving to your hair, gently running his fingers through it.

“I did and I’m tired” you said sleepily.

He laughed again, your tired and slightly grumpy demeanor was cute to him. “I can tell, your legs are shaking like a new born deer” He teased, moving his hand down to caress your leg making it tremble more.

“Come let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed” Franco says. He picked you up, holding you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling like you were dead weight. Usually you would protest but your legs were still trembling and you were far too tired to protest as he carried you to the bathroom.

He set you down on the counter before walking over to the tub to start filling it up with warm water. He turned back around to look at you, you must’ve looked like a mess, your hair mussed up and your body still shuddering slightly.

He shook his head and chuckled as he walked back over to you, standing between your thighs “You look like such a mess right now, mi amor, like you just got taken apart.”

His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, his thumb gently tracing across your lip. “But it’s a good look for you, makes you look all pretty and cute” he smirked as his hand trailed down your neck, his touch felt hot against your skin

“But first, let’s get you cleaned up before you pass out on me” he chuckled. He picked you up again and carried you over to the bathtub before gently setting you in the warm water, the water felt nice on your skin making you moan softly from the nice feeling “There’s that sound, I do love hearing you moan like that, but I need you to keep your eyes open for me” he teased, his voice soft but authoritative. “I know you’re tired, but just a little longer, okay?” He knelt down next to the tub and grabbed the soap and a washcloth before starting to gently wash you.

He was gentle, his touch light as he washed your body, cleaning off all the sweat that had built up. He paid extra attention to certain parts, which he knew he had left with marks on your skin. He smirked down at them as he gently washed them, clearly proud of himself.

You let him wash you, not having the energy to try and wash yourself. The feeling of the warm water, the soft but firm touch and his presence was soothing to you making you feel like you could melt right into the water. He finished washing you off, setting the washcloth down and grabbing a towel off the floor, helping you stand and stepping out of the tub. He wrapped the towel around you and helped you out of the tub, his arms supporting your still jelly-like legs.

He walked you back into the bedroom, where he laid you down gently on the soft blanket. “I’ll be right back” he says and you hear him in the bathroom taking a quick shower it was long before he came back and got into bed with you “Get some sleep cariño, you need it” he said in a soft but commanding tone, as he nuzzled his face into your messy hair. One of his hands caressed your side as his thumb traced gentle patterns across your skin. You hummed in response, too tired to form words, just snuggling into his hold, your eyelids feeling heavy. The hand caressing your side and the soft rhythm of his chest slowly rising and falling put you to sleep quickly.

Franco smiled at how quickly you had fallen asleep, you always looked so peaceful and pretty when you were asleep, he always loved the sight when he got to see you like that. He nuzzled his face into your hair, breathing in your scent, his mind finally calming down after the eventful night.

[faithshouseofchaos]

hi i don't think this is a real request but for franco colapinto it's kinda cliche ikr (but i believe in your writing skills so)

older reader (u don't need to specific the age) who refuse to be with franco bc she thinks it's better for him to be with someone close his age, but ofc they're in love and franco is down bad for her even though she's kinda cruel sometimes

so angst with a happy end? or at least something realistic? idk and it's up to u to add other stuff! *oh and they're from the same country or foreigners etc*

“She calls me kidz bop” — Franco colapinto x fem!reader

Word count 3.5k

Warnings — Angst, heavy makeouts allusion of smut

This isn’t as good as I thought it would be

Tagged— @crispysoup318 @meeel-things @bieberismysoulmate @dejavuontrack @barcelonaloverf1life @nominsgirl @bluebluesol @chenlesbitxh @ironmaiden1313 @chunkpiboli @kr7-i-know-what-im-doing

Franco watched as y/n stood talking to her fellow driver Something deep inside him wished that she gave him the same attention as she did the rest of them. It didn’t matter if they had feelings for each other. It also didn’t matter that she was so cruel to him and gave him nicknames like Kidz Bop, Teeny Bopper, or Rug Rat.

He didn’t mind the teasing or the nicknames, he could take it. He’s used to being teased by others but not by the one he’s falling for, and he didn’t want to admit it but a part of him knew he was slowly concluding that he loved her. Franco leaned against the garage wall, staring at the ground with his hands shoved in his pockets.

He continued to observe y/n’s body language. The way she stood with her arms crossed, the way she laughed at the other driver’s jokes, even the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It was maddening.

Franco clenched his jaw, trying to hold back his frustration. He wanted to speak to her but he was uncertain of what to say. As he watched her, he noticed she was glancing his way. A small smile crept onto his lips as he realized that she was looking his way. He felt a flutter in his chest, a mix of hope and nervousness. He took a deep breath, summoning his courage, and finally stepped forward.

As he approached, he could feel her eyes on him, studying him. He tried to act casually, his hands still in his pockets, but he couldn’t help the way his heart was racing. He cleared his throat, “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

Y/n turned her attention away from her co-drivers and looked at Franco, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, what do you want?”

Franco swallowed hard, trying to ignore the coolness in her voice. He took a step closer, not caring that they had an audience, “Can we talk somewhere a little more private?”

Y/n nodded, gesturing for him to follow her out of the garage. Once they were alone in a secluded area, she turned to him with her arms crossed. “What's on your mind, kidz bop?”

Franco took a deep breath, trying to ignore the nickname. He knew it was her way of keeping him at arm’s length, but it stung nonetheless. He looked into her eyes, gathering his courage. “I wanted to talk to you about us…”

Y/n’s expression remained neutral, but he could see a flicker of something in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow, “What about us?”

Franco rubbed the back of his neck, nervous. “Well, I just wanted to know…if there’s ever a chance for us?”

Y/n let out a snort, “A chance? Kidz bop, you’re way too young for me. You need to find someone your age.” Franco's heart sank at her words, but he tried to hide his disappointment. “I don’t care about age. I just want to be with you.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, very romantic. But I’m not interested in dating some kid who still has a curfew. I need someone more mature.” Franco clenched his fists in frustration, “I’m not a kid. I’m just as mature as any other driver out there.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, sure you are. I bet you still have a teddy bear in your bed and your mom still picks out your outfits.” Franco's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he tried to maintain his composure. He couldn’t deny that he had a teddy bear, but he certainly hadn’t asked his mom for fashion advice since he was 12.

“I’m a grown man,” he protested, “Just because I’m a rookie doesn’t mean I’m immature.” Y/n leaned against the wall, still looking unimpressed. “Oh? Prove it then, Teeny Bopper. Show me how mature you are.”

Franco was determined to show her that he wasn’t just some naïve rookie. He took a step closer to her, his heart pounding. “Fine. I’ll prove it to you.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden confidence. “Alright, I’m listening. Go ahead and impress me, rug rat.” Franco took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He was suddenly keenly aware of how close they were standing to each other. He could smell her perfume, a soft, musky scent that made his head spin.

He looked into her eyes, unflinching. “I’ll prove it by showing you that I’m serious about this. I’m not just some kid who doesn’t know what he wants. I know what I want, and it’s you.” Y/n’s expression softened just a bit. She was impressed by his directness, but still unconvinced. “You’re young, Franco. You don’t know what you want. You just think you do.”

Franco took another step closer to her. “I may be young, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I’m done with being treated like a kid. I know what I want, and I’m not going to give up until I get it.” Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his words, but she tried to maintain her cool facade. “You’re not going to give up, huh? You’re stubborn, aren’t you?”

Franco smirked, feeling a rush of confidence. “I can be when I want something. And I want you.”

He took another step forward, closing the gap between them. He was now standing so close to her that he could feel the heat of her body. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer. She hadn’t expected him to be so direct. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and touch him. But she held her ground, refusing to let him see how her resolve was starting to crumble.

“You don’t even know what you’re getting yourself into, kidz bop,” she teased, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice just before she walked away from him. Franco watched her walk away, a mix of frustration and determination coursing through his veins. He knew he had gotten to her this time, he had seen the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

He wasn’t going to give up, not until he had proven to her that he was serious. He was in love with her, and he wasn’t going to let her brush him off like some naive rookie.

Once again Franco found himself watching and observing y/n and this time was brought out of his thoughts by a large hand clapping him on the shoulder “You good there Franco?” Charles asked. Franco looked over at him and then back at y/n whose eyebrows were bunched up together and her lips in a thin tight line.

“Yeah I’m good,” Franco answered, looking down at his feet. Charles chuckled at Franco’s obvious lie. He followed Franco’s gaze to y/n, his smirk growing even more as he looked at her. “You have it bad don’t you?” Charles teased. Franco quickly shoved Charles’s arm off him as he gave him a nasty glare.

Charles cackled in response. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. How long are you gonna sit on your ass and not do something?” Charles said.

“There’s a reason why I haven’t,” Franco said, still stubbornly keeping his eyes on y/n.

“Which is?” Charles prompted.

“She’s too old for me,” Franco said. Charles’s jaw dropped.

“Bullshit! She’s what, 26? You’re 21! It’s not that big of an age difference, "he said.

“She thinks it is,” Franco said. Charles shook his head in disbelief at Franco’s stupidity.

“Goddamnit Franco. You’re a pretty handsome kid, why are you letting her have that much control over you? If you feel something for her then do something about it” Charles said.

Franco tore his eyes from y/n to look at Charles “There is something between us. But every time I try to talk to her about it, she shuts it down. Says that she’s too old for me and would rather I find someone my age” he confessed. Charles let out a scoff “She doesn’t mean it. She’s just running away because she doesn’t want to admit her feelings for you” he said.

Franco shook his head. “You don’t know that and besides she’s mean to me and she calls me kidz bop, teeny bopper, or rug rat.”

Charles rolled his eyes “Franco I’ve known y/n for much longer than you being mean to someone is her love language trust me the meaner she is to someone the more she cares for them. She calls me a pretty boy. She calls Fernando an old man. I've seen the way she looks at you. There’s no way she feels nothing.” Franco’s heart skipped a beat at Charles’s words.

“W-what do you mean ‘the way she looks at me’” he asked.

Charles smirked again “I mean you’re constantly in her line of sight whenever you’re in a room. Anytime she’s near you, she always seems to be hyper-aware of it. I don’t think she’s as immune to your charms as she makes herself seem.”

As much as Franco wanted to believe what Charles was telling him it was too hard. He’s seen the way y/n talks to the other drivers. They weren’t like that.

“I get that your old ass has much more relationship experience than I do. But you just don’t understand” Franco muttered, refusing to look at Charles. Charles shook his head at Franco “You’re a lot denser than I thought you were. If you’re gonna waste your opportunity with her then that’s your problem, not mine” he said before he sauntered off, leaving Franco by himself.

Franco stood there, his mind reeling from Charles's words. He couldn't shake the feeling that Charles was right about y/n. That she had feelings for him beneath all her harsh words and belittling nicknames. But he couldn't be sure.

Franco looked over to where y/n was still standing, her expression still tight and cold. He tried to muster up the courage to approach her again, but he couldn’t find the words. He was too overwhelmed by the possibility that she could feel something for him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever rejection came his way. Franco began to slowly make his way toward her, his heart pounding in his chest. With each step, he felt as though he was walking through mud, his legs refusing to cooperate.

Finally, he stood in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his voice much softer than he had intended.

She looked up at him, her eyes flickering with an unreadable expression. For a moment, he thought she was going to brush him off like she had so many times before.

“Fine. What do you want?” she asked, her voice as icy as ever. Franco swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. He had practiced all the things he wanted to say in his head, but now that he was standing in front of her, all of his words seemed to have vanished.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I just wanted to talk to you about us." "I know we're colleagues, but there's something more there, isn't there?" he said, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

She paused for a moment, her expression faltering for just a split second before her walls went back up. "Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked, feigning indifference. Franco took a small step forward, closing the space between them. He could feel the heat radiating off of her body, making him heady with desire.

"The way you look at me. The way you always watch me. I know you feel it too. You're just too scared to admit it." Her breath caught in her throat as he neared. She tried to pretend that his words did not affect her, but he could see the subtle change in her breathing, the way her body seemed to gravitate towards him.

"Scared? I'm not scared of anything, least of all you," she retorted, hoping he didn't notice the waver in her voice. "Then prove it," he said, his voice suddenly low and intense. He was so close to her now that he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her pulse fluttered in her neck.

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against the softness of her skin. Her breath hitched at his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. She fought the urge to lean into his touch, to finally give in to the overwhelming amount of tension that hung in the air between them. But she forced herself to take a step back, pulling herself out of his reach. "I don't have anything to prove to you," she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

Franco couldn’t help the pang of disappointment that shot through him as she pulled away. He knew he was getting under her skin, but she was still fighting him.

But he had a card he hadn't played yet.

“Then why is this so hard?” he asked, his tone soft and gentle. “If we're just colleagues, then it should be easy for you to turn me down. Right?”

Inwardly, she was cursing his stubbornness. But he was right, and she was losing the battle with herself. She had been trying so hard to keep her feelings locked away, to deny the attraction that was growing hotter and hotter each day.

She tried to come up with a witty retort, but her throat was dry, and her mind was fuzzy. The way he was looking at her, the way he was so sure of himself, it was chipping away at her defenses. He took another step closer, closing the gap between them again. “Come on, admit it. This isn’t just some one-sided thing. You feel it too.”

She could feel his breath on her skin, the heat of his body so close to hers. She thought about denying it, pushing him away once more, but the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, she did the one thing she had promised herself she wouldn’t do.

She melted.

It was as if all the tension and resistance she had built up just disappeared. She found herself leaning into him, her body drawn to his like a magnet.

She looked up at him, her eyes betraying the vulnerability and desire that she had tried so hard to hide. "Franco..." she whispered. The sound of his name on her lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He could see the change in her eyes, the way they darkened with emotion.

He moved closer to her, his arms closing around her waist, pulling her against him. He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from her ear. "Say it. Say you want me." The heat of his body against hers combined with the huskiness of his voice sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, her body molding itself to his.

She took a shaky breath, her voice wavering. "I want you, Franco. Damn it, I want you." A rush of satisfaction and relief washed over him as he heard her words. He’d finally broken through her defenses, and now he had her exactly where he wanted her.

He pulled her even closer, his hands slipping under the hem of her shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her back.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," he murmured against her neck. She let out a soft gasp as he touched her skin, her body arching into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair.

She had tried to deny it for so long, but now that she had finally given in, it was like an unstoppable force of nature. All she wanted was to be closer to him, to feel him completely. He claimed her mouth in a deep, searing kiss, his body pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed over her skin, exploring every curve and contour of her body. It felt like a dam had broken, and all the pent-up desire that had been building between them was suddenly unleashed.

She returned his kiss with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with his. She ran her hands along his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.

She wanted more, so much more. She was drowning in the sensation of him, losing herself in the heat and the passion of their embrace. Franco pressed himself against her, trapping her between the wall and his body. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin.

He could feel her coming undone, her body growing more and more pliant against his. He could tell that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and it was driving him insane. She let out a desperate gasp as he found a particularly sensitive spot beneath her ear, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. She couldn't think straight, her mind fuzzy with desire. The only thing that existed at that moment was the feel of his body against hers, the taste of his skin, and the way his hands sent sparks of pleasure dancing over her skin.

He continued to explore her body, his hands drifting down her sides, his fingertips tracing the edge of her waistband. He dipped his head lower, his lips trailing along her collarbone, then down her chest, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on her skin. She whimpered and shivered beneath his touch, her body becoming a raw nerve of sensation. Her hips rocked against his, seeking more contact, more friction. She felt like she was on fire, burning up from the inside out.

He could feel her body reacting to his every touch, the way her hips moved against his, the way her hands clutched at his hair, pulling him closer. He could hear the soft gasps and moans escaping her lips, the sound sending a flood of heat straight to his core.

He pulled away just long enough to look at her, his eyes dark and intense.

“God, I love it when you make those sounds,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. The desire in his gaze, the rough rasp of his voice, it was too much for her. She reached up and pulled him back down to her, her lips crashing against his in a fierce kiss.

Her body was overwhelmed by the intensity of her desire for him, the need for him almost unbearable. He met her kiss with urgency, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her completely. He pressed himself against her, his body fitting perfectly against hers.

He let his hands slide down to her thighs, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist, pinning her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, her body flush against his. She could feel every muscle, every contour, every inch of him. She couldn't get enough, she wanted to be even closer.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him tight against her, her tongue exploring his mouth with feverish desperation. He pressed himself harder against her, his body desperate to get even closer to hers. He let his hands slide up to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. He wanted to taste every inch of her, to mark her as his. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him, her body arching into his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips as he licked and sucked at her skin, his stubble sending sparks of pleasure dancing across her nerve endings. He found a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear, and he lingered there, his lips and tongue working her into a frenzy. He could feel her responding to his touch, her body trembling against his, moans and gasps escaping from her lips.

He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving a trail of red marks down her neck and collarbone. She was completely undone, her mind consumed with nothing but him and the pleasure he was causing her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing against his.

Each flick of his tongue and each press of his lips sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, stoking the fire that burned within her. He pulled back slightly, taking in the sight of her - flushed and breathless, completely at his mercy. He wanted to claim her completely, to make her his in every way possible.

He lowered her down just a little bit, his body still pressed close to hers, and he looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and hungry. She gazed up at him, her eyes dark and hooded with desire. Her hair was tousled, and her shirt wrinkled where his hands had been. She looked wrecked already and they'd barely even started.

She met his gaze, her own just as hungry and intense. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, and nothing was going to stop them now.

[faithshouseofchaos]

Welcome to faithshouseofchaos Smutober Fic

Fest and 2k follower celebration + 31 days of Smutober Halloween fics

2 months long

Down below you'll find a list of Drivers/ OC/Hockey players/characters to choose from along with Smut prompts with fic types ex: Sweet tart ropes-"now what would your father do if he found out" + Lemon bars— dads best friend + Strawberry Shortcake -age gap.

I also have fluff prompts along with angst hurt/ comfort that I’ll be adding once I hit 2k (12 followers away) along with angst/hurt and comfort and the other half of my supernatural prompt list that @sweate-r-weathe-r and I will be working on when we have free time.

It's really simple and fun and remember it's October so you know what that means Faiths supernatural F1 au's are back in business for a whole month.

If you have your own idea that's fine too

All fics written will be tagged with faithshouseofchaos Smutober and faithshouseofchaosofchaos 2k celebration

I have two fics that are unrelated to this that I’m currently working on that are for @moss-on-tmblr and @sweate-r-weathe-r !

Alex Albon

Arthur leclerc

Carlos sainz

Charles Leclerc

Caden jones oc

Checo Perez

Daniel ricciardo

Esteban ocon

Fernando Alonso

Franco Colapinto

George Russell

Jenson Button

Jack doohan

Kimi raikkonen

Kevin magnussen

Kaycee Thomas oc

Lando Norris

Lewis Hamilton

Logan Sargent

Lance stroll

Leo Mctavish oc

Max verstappen

Mark webbah

Marc Marquez

Mateo Santiago oc

Nico rosberg

Nico Huelkenberg

Oscar piastri

Pierre gasly

Pato o’ward

Sebastian Vettel

Toto wolff

Valtteri Bottas

Yuki tsunoda

Zhou gaunyu

OC driver pairings

Leo and Max

Kaycee and loscar

Charles and Mateo

Caden and Daniel

Luke Hughes

Jack Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Nico hischier

Trevor Zegras

Jamie Drysdale

andrei svechikov

Spike (btvs)

Angle (btvs)

Lance sweets (bones)

Bo duke (dukes of hazzard)

Luke duke (dukes of hazzard)

Dean Winchester (supernatural)

Sam Winchester (supernatural)

Bucky Barnes (marvel)

Steven grant (marvel)

Marc Spector (marvel)

Tyler Owen’s (twister)

Jake seresin (top gun maverick)

Klaus mikealson (the originals)

Elijah mikealson (the originals)

Creatures

Werewolf

Vampire

Ghost

Ghoul

Which/Warlock

Incubus

Mermaid/man

Shifter (any kind)

Demon

Angel

Human

Type of fic

Dark fic

Smut

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Fluff

Sub!reader

Sub!character

Sub!Driver

Dom!reader

Dom!Character

Dom!Driver

X - reader gender neutral

Fem! X reader

Male! X reader

Driver x driver

Polyamory

Treats/smut prompts

M&M’s — “I'm starving, but I want to eat all of you”

Candy corn— "Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs."

Snickers— “This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each other's clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Milky Way —"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

Smarties—"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

Skittles —“My little slut to ruin.”

Reese’s Pieces—“I want you. I want you with me, on me, and in me.”

Candy apples —“I’m yours. Only yours.”

Gummy worms —“I hate you so much”

Crunch bars —“I never done this before”

Tootsie rolls —“shhh I got you sweet heart just lie back and let me take care of you”

3 Musketeers — “it’s cold and I’m tired. Can you come keep me warm baby?”

Jaw breakers “you like this don’t you baby? The feeling of my fangs brushing against your neck.”

Jolly rancher — “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

Baby Ruth—“I want you to teach me.”

Peanut Butter cups—“Makes me want to wreck you.”

Almond joys/mounds—“what are you an exhibitionist?”

Airheads— “aww look at you turning into the dumb slut I know you are at the sight of my cock”

Laffy Taffy—“I see the way you stare at my thighs come on darling I know you want to”

KitKats— “don’t be a brat and maybe just maybe I’ll let you cum later”

Twix— “don’t look at me, look in the mirror. look in the reflection at your reflection and you’ll see what I see baby”

Reese’s take five—“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.”

Butter fingers —“Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.”

Starburst —“look at them. See how wrecked they look? Isn’t it something? and it’s all from watching you darlin. They like to watch they get off on it and by the way your reacting I’d say you get of from someone watching you take it like the good boy/girl you are”

Sour patch kids— “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.” + “Count them for me.”

Sweet tart ropes—“now what would your father do if he found out”

Nerds— “shhh go back to sleep baby I’ll take care of you”

Milk chocolate —“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.”

Dark chocolate—“I can hear how loud your heart is beating and I must say it’s arousing”

White chocolate —“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Vero Mango— “you look so good I could just eat you up but you would like that wouldn’t you?”

Desserts/sides

Chocolate Cake —Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Chocolate chip cookies —hate fucking

Brownies—possessive sex

Red velvet cake —public sex

Chocolate covered pretzels —cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

Vanilla cake + chocolate icing —gentle comforting sex

Vanilla flavored ice cream —angry sex in the middle of a fight

Chocolate flavored ice cream — oral sex

Kentucky bourbon cake —exhibition + voyeurism

Banana bread —gentle comforting sex

Blueberry Muffins —marking kink

Lemon bars— dads best friend

Oatmeal raisin Cookies —cardiophilia

Strawberry Shortcake —age gap

S’mores— brat taming

Coffee Cake —Thigh riding

Peanut Butter bars—sugar daddy

Fudge—mirror sex + body worship

Peppermint bark— sleepy domestic sex lol

Cinnamon rolls — period sex

Honey buns —alternative reality

Lava cakes — Vore

Rice crispy treats— Enemies to lovers

Strawberry danish— Workplace rivals

Supernatural prompts optional

Having to chase their werewolf S/O around the city like a loose dog during a full moon. Nothing harmful will happen, just making sure they aren't eating out of garbage cans and breaking public property

"A Shapeshifter? Prove it." "I can turn into you." "I see myself in the mirror every day, do someone cool."

"Have you always had fangs, or have I just not been paying attention?"

"Don't let the black eyes fool you, I'm very gentle."

"Just because I'm not a Winchester, doesn't mean I'm a clueless jackass."

"So, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" "You're not the devil."

B is a human who told all their friends that they have a vampire significant other. This, of course, is a lie, so they seek out A and beg them to date them so that B won’t be seen as a liar.

“Did it hurt when I fell from heaven?” “That’s . . . that’s not how that line works”

B has had no luck with dating, so A claims that it’s their purpose to get B a partner and they teach B how to flirt.

“Did . . . did you just call me ‘angel’? Like a pet name?”

“It’s kinda comforting to know that there’s someone up there looking over me” “Oh we’re not looking over people. People are boring”

“No ones ever answered my prayers before” “I’m the first one to listen”

“Look at me, you’re not a monster”

“If the cure doesn’t work, will you still love me?”

So do you howl at the moon ?

I am not a homosexual. i am a heterosexual werewolf, [name], who fucks around with other guys

you smell like a wet dog.

i just saw you turn into a giant dog

Character A to Incubus “So are you responsible for my sex dreams at night?” Character B “No that’s all you. You’re a very horny person”

“You're not gonna turn me into a frog?” Character A asks Character B whose a witch

“Can you talk to fish?” Character A asks Character B “what?” Character B asks “well I figured since you’re half fish you can talk to them”

“You're not gonna eat me are you?” Character A asks character B “no i'm not gonna eat you. Unless you want me to eat you”

“Keep your filthy paws off my mate”

“You're not gonna sing a song and sink our boat and kill me are you?” Character A says to the mermaid/merman character B “No. I’m not that type of mermaid/merman”

Welcome to faithshouseofchaos 2k celebration

Sweet tooth/fluff/comfort

Cow tails— “here I figured you were hungry so I made your favorite food”

Blow pops — “you did this all for me oh baby you shouldn’t have”

Dum-Dums “I can help you with that…you know”

Milk duds — "We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want."

Cotton candy—"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."

Sweet tarts — “what did I do to deserve you?”

Swiss rolls —making someone's comfort meal after a long day

Twinkies— staying in bed all day

Zebra cakes — losing a loved one

Nutty buttery’s — acts of service that make your partner happy and loved

Cosmic brownies— picnic date

Ding-Dongs— adopting a pet together

Fluff prompts to choose from

List of “I ain't gonna lie, it's a real weird time for stars to align; last place I would think I would start to fall, I guess I'll call it lowkey meant to be” prompts  by dumplingsjinson

Established relationships

cruel ways to push someone away

Reason for there to only be one bed

one bed trope the morning after

your blushing prompts

saying I love you without saying I love you

Careful or I will fall for you

physical affection prompts

subtle physical affection

different ways to kiss someone part one

part two part three

Kissing details

Spicy romance prompt

angst prompts

Angry confessions

Angsty romance

Reactions to making someone cry

I want you pinning prompts

Like a moth to a flame prompt

enemies to lovers

Angry love confessions

hurt/comfort

Exs to lovers

stay prompts

still prompts

[faithshouseofchaos]

Smutober fics (still taking requests)

Day one

Incubus!Sebastian Vettel x Fem!human reader — smut Jawbreakers “you like this don’t you baby? The feeling of my fangs brushing against your neck.” Blueberry Muffins —marking kink Character A to Incubus “So are you responsible for my sex dreams at night?” Character B “No that’s all you. You’re a very horny person”

Day two

Caden and Daniel — angst + Irish whiskey — “hey hey hey keep your eyes on me it’ll be okay I promise”

Day three (requested)

Dom!Matteo Dom!Max and Sub!charles -smut + , Fudge—mirror sex + body worship Twix— “don’t look at me, look in the mirror. look in the reflection at your reflection and you’ll see what I see baby” S’mores, brat taming Candy apples —“I’m yours. Only yours.” Smarties—"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to." Starburst —“look at them. See how wrecked they look? Isn’t it something? and it’s all from watching you darlin. They like to watch they get off on it and by the way your reacting I’d say you get of from someone watching you take it like the good boy/girl you are”

Day four (requested)

Franco Colapinto x fem!reader— smut + Candy corn— "Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs." chocolate covered pretzels, “cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together” + peppermint bark “sleepy domestic sex”

Day five (requested)

Werewolf!daniel x reader smut + M&M’s — “I'm starving, but I want to eat all of you” Chocolate flavored ice cream — oral sex

Day six

Dom!Kaycee x sub!logan x bratty!oscar smut + Tootsie rolls —“shhh I got you sweet heart just lie back and let me take care of you” Airheads— “aww look at you turning into the dumb slut I know you are at the sight of my cock” KitKats— “don’t be a brat and maybe just maybe I’ll let you cum later” Reese’s take five—“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.”Butter fingers —“Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.” Chocolate flavored ice cream — oral sex S’mores— brat taming Sour patch kids— “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.” + “Count them for me.”

Day seven

Leo Mctavish x Max Verstappen x Carlos sainz smut + Starburst —“look at them. See how wrecked they look? Isn’t it something? and it’s all from watching you darlin. They like to watch they get off on it and by the way your reacting I’d say you get of from someone watching you take it like the good boy/girl you are” Chocolate flavored ice cream — oral sex Kentucky bourbon cake —exhibition + voyeurism Strawberry danish— Workplace rivals

[faithshouseofchaos]

Ok poll voting time (while I work on werewolf pato)

Franco x driver reader- She is a rookie who started before him and the others on the grid are protective of her since she has no one with her (her family never goes to see her or supports her). They start talking and the other drivers act like older brothers.

Summary — Oscar developed feelings for his mentor's oldest daughter and will do anything for her attention. Or three times Oscar tried to get Y/n’s attention and the one time he got it.

Mark Webber with wife reader. He was looking very sexy and all hot in his racing suit for the Moto GP. She's having a hard time controlling herself and Mark notices it. He teases her about it. Just something fluff and maybe a little suggestive 👀.

quiet day in with simi x gn! reader (it’s fine if you don’t wanna do gender neutral, i’m just a guy so fem stories make me a little uncomfortable) just cuddles and enjoying some quiet time during the prime parts of both of the drivers careers. alternatively, seb proposing to kimi and reader and shocking both of them (including kimi)

hi i don't think this is a real request but for franco colapinto it's kinda cliche ikr (but i believe in your writing skills so) older reader (u don't need to specific the age) who refuse to be with franco bc she thinks it's better for him to be with someone close his age, but ofc they're in love and franco is down bad for her even though she's kinda cruel sometimes so angst with a happy end? or at least something realistic? idk and it's up to u to add other stuff!

Well, maybe you could do something like Argentinian non famous reader (not necessarily Argentinian but u know) dating him and nobody knows about her, till one day they both went tired of people assuming he's single n PUM, hard launch. I don't know if I explained this correctly, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry bby 🥺

Already done and posted

So, imagine this: You're one of the beloved drivers on the grid – who is close to the Ferrari duo – known for their love of nature, especially flowers.One day flowers kept appearing in your locker room (?) and it kept going for months. At the end of every race when you went to change there were different flowers but no info about the sender. Naturally, you suspected Sebastian because that man is mother nature himself. After learning he's not the culprit you try to find out who's been sending you flowers. (Spoiler Alert: It's the Ice Man himself.)

Poly!Sebson x reader f1 x Greek mythology Dionysus!jenson and aristaeus!sebastian human!fem reader

[iamred-iamyellow]

-𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓: 𝟏𝒌 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕-

masterlist / request here!

WHAT I WRITE:

romantic and/or platonic x fem!reader, poly, and shipfics

I'll write smau's, blurbs, and written one-shots/drabbles (you can request au's for any of those too!) - but I do not write smut !!!

WHO I WRITE FOR:

driver x reader: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, fernando alonso, alex albon, logan sargeant, esteban ocon, mick schumacher, liam lawson, ollie bearman, franco colapinto, arthur leclerc, kimi raikkonen, sebastian vettel, and jenson button - wag x reader: kika gomes, lily muni he, and lily zneimer - principals x reader: toto wolf

x reader and wag poly: oscar & lily, pierre & francisca, and alex & lily. - x reader and drivers poly: lestappen, charlos, landoscar, and loscar

ships: lestappen, charlos, carlando, landoscar, loscar, sargebon, galex, yukierre, brocedes, simi, and haasbands

-𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔-

-I'll usually put this up for the times I'll take requests for holiday related fics. Since it will be the summer olympics soon feel free to request any olympic related fics :)

-for x reader you can request specific drivers and the sport you'd like the reader to play. same goes for poly fics and ship fic olympic au's.