#i beg every time for them to let them back on the grid

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

C4F1 Singapore Saturday (part three)

[everythingne]

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You and Oscar have been friends for almost two decades and it’s been smooth sailing, except for now—when you have to make it publically known you're pining for him to even notice.

oscar piastri x childhood bestfriend!reader smau / face claim: none :D

warnings/notes: none really? one kinda bitchy comment from oscar bc he's king of the sassy man apocalypse. i love this so much, also do we like the new insta post format ?? im kinda meh about it.

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uruser: last week of cramming before the summer ( and visiting my favorite aussie in monaco ...)

user1: literally my queen.

nicolepiastri: best of luck with finals !!

⤷ uruser: thank u mama piastri !! 🩷

user2: best of luck yn!!

oscarpiastri: see u soon loser

⤷ ururser: u too bitch <3

⤷ logansargeant: what book are u reading now??

⤷ uruser: rereading pride and prejudice again

⤷ logansargeant:so we're watching it again after monaco ? @ oscarpiastri

⤷ oscarpiastri: movie night !!!

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uruser: ' i know im just a fool who's willing to sit around and wait for you ' 🩷

user3: stop who are u pining for queen ??

oscarpiastri: now whats all this then.

⤷ landonorris: u sound like @ georgerussel

⤷ uruser: lando don't bring more brits on my page pls im scared of u people

⤷ georgerussell: right, whats all this then?

⤷uruser: BACK!!! OUT!!! SHOO!! ALL OF U BOYS. THIS IS FOR THE GIRLS.

user4: oh honey its BAD.

logansargeant: oh this is the approach?

⤷ uruser: im desperate man.

⤷ oscarpiastri: wow. i introduced you to logan and you tell him your secrets before me?

⤷ logansargeant: oscar. i beg you to use your brain.

⤷ user5: logan what do you KNOW?

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uruser: new low: crying over lovesick by @ laufey

oscarpiastri: and you still wont tell me who this is about?

user6: and shes so real for this !!

laufey: NO. i didn't mean to make you cry beautiful :(

⤷ ururser: you've revived me by commenting so its ok queen <3

user7: hot take: she's pining over oscar.

⤷ user8: clearly you havent been an oscar fan since prema. this is not a new take LMAOO

user9: oscyn truthers RISE

nicolepiastri: you are too pretty to cry over a pretty song ! be brave and follow your heart !

⤷ uruser: i would if i wasnt afraid it would all go horribly wrong :(

⤷ nicolepiastri: trust me, if he's as smart as he was raised to be, it wont!! 😉

⤷user10: MAMA PIASTRI KNOWS?

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uruser: we'll end up like always.

user12: second time shes posted that handwriting....

user12: can someone explain how she and the f1 grid know eachother?? im so confused

⤷ user13: yn is oscar's childhood best friend!! her older brother karted with oscar and logan so she ussed to hang out with them a lot. shes an engineering student at MIT right now :)

lilymhe: oh my god STILL?

alexalbon: this is gonna go to after belgium PAY UP @ logansargeant

⤷ logansargeant: let me have faith alex please

⤷ uruser: i cannot BELIEVE you bet on this.

user14: is oscar writing the notes??

⤷ user15: you might be onto something...

logansargeant: we need to enact phase two. i swear it will work.

⤷ nicolepiastri: uh oh. be careful logan !!

⤷ logansargeant: i will mama piastri !

⤷user16: god speed logan

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uruser: help me tom cruise !! (i got abducted by williams this weekend)

tagged: logansargeant, alexalbon, lilymhe, oscarpiastri

logansargeant: tom cruise, use your witchcraft on me to get the fire off me !! ( it was great to have you !!)

user17: oscar only in the group photo... logan in almost every picture... yn and logan quoting talladega nights?? we are SO OVER OSCYN TRUTHERS.

williamsracing: blue is a nice change of color for you!

⤷ oscarpiastri: no >:(

⤷ uruser: LMAO OSCAR PLS

oscarpiastri: WOW. my TWO BEST FRIENDS hang out WITHOUT ME.

⤷ uruser: you both hang out without me ALL THE TIME.

⤷ logansargeant: i am the superior driver

⤷ oscarpiastri: and who has a seat next year

⤷ uruser: JESUS CHRIST OSCAR 😭

user18: IS THIS JEALOUSY?

user19: jealousy on oscar is FUNNY

alexalbon: i would say something but im afraid oscars gonna come at me too

⤷ oscarpiastri: 🧍‍♂️

⤷ alexalbon: @ uruser get ur man im scared

⤷ uruser: not my man

lilymhe: so fun to see you this weekend <3

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uruser: i forgot cats get jealous....

tagged: oscarpiastri

user20: THE IDENTICAL SHOE TYING PHOTOS IM IN TEAARRSSS

oscarpiastri: the cat agenda is so mean

⤷ uruser: says the man literally smacking me to get my attention

⤷ oscarpiastri: it worked didnt it?

nicolepiastri: oscar has always been like that since you two were very young!

logansargeant: phase two complete. good luck soldier 🫡

⤷ uruser: thank u logan, ive got it from here

user21: did they plan to make oscar jealous?? so he would admit he likes yn??

user22: SHUT UP THATS SO FUNNY

landonorris: oh thank god he'll stop whining now

⤷ user23: HELLO?

user24: OSCAR BEING JEALOUS OF LOGAN SHUT UPPPP

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uruser: logans plan worked?

tagged: oscarpiastri

logansargeant: and im still alive?

⤷ nicolepiastri: oscar won't kill spiders half the time, I didn't think he'd kill you, logan!

⤷ oscarpiastri: i was gonna ask kmag to hit you again (@ FIA this is a joke.)

⤷ uruser: oscar PLEASE THE FIA??

oscarpiastri: 🧡

⤷ uruser: wow u have such a way with words.

⤷ oscarpiastri: my pr team is staring over my shoulder i have to be careful

⤷ oscarpiastri: what i can say is sorry for being a blind idiot

alexalbon: i cannot BELIEVE this worked?

lilymhe: logan the mastermind, cannot wait to hear his speech at the wedding

landonorris: finally.

⤷ uruser: lando the strongest man thru this all

⤷ landonorris: i have heard oscar admit things you couldnt pry out of me.

⤷ oscarpiastri: literally what?

⤷ landonorris: ur mother is in this comment section, i can't say.

⤷ uruser: LANDO TEXT ME RIGHT NOW.

⤷ oscarpiastri: i was drunk probably

⤷ landonorris: stone cold sober. after practice during belgium?

⤷ oscarpiastri: oops.

⤷ uruser: JAW ON THE FLOOR.

[no-144444]

the grid: time for a hot lap!

Day 22 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Daniel Riccardo, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen

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Oscar Piastri: 

When Oscar told you that Mclaren wanted you to do a hot lap with him at the Austin GP, you were pretty shocked. Both you and Oscar were pretty against putting your entire relationship on blast, and you were usually too busy with your own job to make it to the GP’s, but you’d promised you’d do the triple header with him this time. 

“It’ll be fun,” he smiled, rubbing your back as you both lay in bed together. “I promise I won’t go too fast.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care about the ‘going fast’ part. I care about the questions they’ll make me ask you.”

He chuckled. “It’ll be alright, I’ll ask them to not make it too inappropriate.” 

You sighed, knowing he really wanted you to do this. “Let’s do it.” 

“Thank you baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and finally, you both got up for the day. 

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The Texas sun was setting over the Circuit of the Americas, casting a golden glow on the iconic track. You sat in the car, Oscar revving it up as your heart dropped when you looked at the first question. “Holy shit Osc,” you mumbled, flipping through all of the cue cards. 

“What?” he asked, looking over. 

“These are all from, like, a horny question game!” you whispered. He immediately started laughing as he flipped through the cards, each one getting more ridiculous. 

“What are these? ‘Kiss me for 5 whole minutes’? What is this shit?” He laughed. 

“That’s one of the more tame ones,” you whispered. 

“This one is the worst,” he chuckled, showing you a card that says ‘Do you have any fetishes I don't know about?’ and you both bursted out laughing. 

“What do we do?” You asked, not knowing if you were meant to actually ask such personal questions. 

“Throw them out the window,” he instructed with a cheeky smile. 

You rolled your eyes. “Oscar, we can’t do that-!”

He grabbed them out of your hand and threw them out his window, then started speeding down the main straight. 

Oops. 

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Lando Norris: 

“It’ll be funny!” You begged. “Come on, I promise I won’t scream- that much.” 

He rolled his eyes. “You barely let me drive anyways, what’s different about this, huh?”

“That’s so not true! I let you drive when I’m drunk.”

“Exactly!” He giggled. 

“Please Lan, let’s just do it, I promise it’ll be fun,” you poured, and he knew he had no defence now. 

“Fine,” he sighed. “But you owe me something in return,” he lifted an eyebrow and you chuckled. 

“You’re such a child,” you teased before placing your lips on his. 

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He was pleasantly surprised at how much you enjoyed it. He sped along the circuit, and every time it came to the last corner, he obliged your begs to his again until you eventually did 6 whole laps going top speed. As you both got out of the car, while you spoke animatedly to the camera, he stood shyly behind you. As you two walked off ‘set’ (the pitlane) you turned to him. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, taking his hand. “You alright? I didn’t push you too hard, did I?”

He chuckled, blushing. “It’s not that,” he mumbled and you understood. 

“That made you hard!?” You asked, shocked. 

“Shut up!” He whined. “I have a hot girlfriend, sue me!” 

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Lewis Hamilton: 

It wasn’t the first time Lewis had asked you to do a hot lap with him, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. You had agreed, of course, and this would be the first time it was filmed for the general public's viewing pleasure. 

“Ready?” he asked, turning the car on. 

“Ready,” you nodded. As you two sped off, you looked down at the questions. “Alright, Bono or Toto for a night out?”

“Easy, Bono and Toto, both of them are great fun,” he smirked. 

“What’s the best advice you’ve gotten about love?” 

“When my dad told me to marry you,” he answered, not really thinking as he almost sent the two of you into a gravel trap.

“Fucking hell Lewis, at least pretend to still be good at your job,” you scolded as he laughed. “If you weren’t an F1 driver what would you be?”

“Probably a stay-at-home dad,” he shrugged. 

“What superpower would you want?”

“Teleportation.”

“Who do you miss more when you’re away, me, or Roscoe?” 

“Oh shit, that’s hard,” he smirked, thinking. As you two weaved around the final corner, you had no reaction, even when he drifted you barely batted an eye. It was impressive to say the least. “You, obviously.”

Actually, you hadn’t had a reaction to any of the driving, no gasps or sighs, no grabbing the safety handle, nothing.

As you two pulled back into the pit lane he looked over at you with a smirk. “Seriously? No reaction?”

You shrugged. “It’s not that thrilling.” 

He shook his head with a smirk. “You are something else baby.”

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George Russell:

“You alright?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I would not have agreed to come out of the garage if it means that this shit is happening,” you gritted out. 

He just laughed and pressed a kiss to your hand. “You’ll be fine, don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

“Babe- BABE!” you screamed as he shot off down the main straight and began the hot lap. “FUCK!” 

George just laughed as he weaved through the corners, you screaming the whole time. 

“Ask me the questions!” he instructed. 

“FUCK! LIFT GEORGE, FUCKING LIFT!” you screamed. There was a certain hilarity to your relationship, especially considering that you were his lead engineer. “THIS IS ALWAYS YOUR PROBLEM!”

“Ask the questions!” he laughed. 

“FUCK- a-alright, Lando or Alex- GEORGE PICK A FUCKING BREAKING ZONE!” 

He was laughing too hard to answer for a moment, but he composed himself as you gasped at every twist and turn. “Albono and I probably see each other more,” he chuckled. 

“Alright, next questi- GEORGE LIFT!”

“I know what I’m doing!” he shouted back, laughing. Just then, he iver shot it and brought you both straight into a gravel trap, stuck there. 

“You ‘know what you're doing’, do you?” you scoffed. “I am never doing this shit again, I sit in the garage for a reason-”

He leaned over and kissed you, a bright smile on his face. 

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Alex Albon:

As a sky presenter, you’d been forced to do many strange things. For example, try and give Jenson Button a piggy back for 3 hours (you’d lasted about 40 minutes, which was pretty good), try to reconcile Brocedes (it kind of worked?), made many fans days, and had a great impact on the sport. 

“So you want me to do a hot lap with Alex?” you questioned Ted. He nodded. 

One thing you didn’t talk about often was the fact that in your 2 years at SkyF1, you’d started dating one of the F1 driver’s, Alex Albon. Neither of you were particularly keen on telling the public, because it just never felt like the right time. 

“Alright,” You shrugged. “I’ll do it.”

That’s how you ended up in the strangest position yet, driving your F1 boyfriend around the COTA track in a Ferrari. 

“So Alex, any advice for me?” you asked, turning to him.

“There’s no grip, don’t try to drift,” he chuckled. Honestly, he was enjoying this. He had taught you some of his drifting tactics and such, and he was really enjoying shooting with you. SkyF1 usually kept you two separate out of fear that you’d expose your relationship, so despite you being there every weekend, he rarely saw you during the day. 

“Got it,” you nodded, speeding down the main straight. Immediately, he started barking orders at you of when to lift and when to not, and he was screaming and gasping at every corner, while you just laughed. Honestly, you loved driving as fast as you could with no repercussions. 

As you finally slowed down to the end of the hot lap, he finally started breathing again and sighed. “I’m dating a lunatic!” 

You just laughed at him as he stood up from the car, legs shaking. 

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Daniel Riccardo: 

You were terrified of what Daniel would do when he was given the chance to drive a very fast car, very fast, with no repercussions, and you as his passenger. 

“Not too fast, yeah? I already know you’re a great driver,” you smiled, trying to make him slow down. 

He just smirked. “Baby, y’know I’m a racecar driver, right?”

You grimaced. He accelerated. You screamed. 

“Isn’t this fun?!” he asked, doing doughnuts on the track. 

“FUCK NO!” you screamed. “Daniel slow down! Slow down!”

“Nothing is making me slow down now-”

“I’M PREGNANT!” You shouted. 

He brought the car to a startling halt and turned to you with wide eyes.

You took out your phone, ready with a photo of the positive pregnancy test. He gasped. 

“I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, eyes clouding with tears. 

You nodded. 

He pressed his lips to yours quickly, stealing a kiss, then another. 

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Charles LeClerc:

“Mon coeur, please! It will be fun,” he begged. 

“No, no way,” you chuckled, trying desperately to get away from him in the Ferrari garage. 

“Rebecca is doing it with Carlos,” he told you. 

“So she doesn’t value her life? Ok, that’s fine with me,” you argued. 

“Please my love,” he asked, taking your hands. “One lap, I’ll slow down, I promise.”

You stared at him for a second. “One lap?”

“One lap,” he nodded. 

“And you’ll be gentle?”

“So gentle,” he nodded. 

“Fine.”

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He was not gentle, nor was it one lap. He ended up taking you around 3 times, while you basically begged him to stop or slow down. 

When you both got out, you immediately ran to his driver’s room and tried to calm down, while he was interviewed. 

“Is she alright?” Ted asked. 

Charles smiled. “She’s not a big fan of stuff like this, so probably not,” he chuckled. “I might be sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

Ted chuckled. “Well, we understand why, you did drift the entire circuit 3 times and you almost went off 4 times.”

Charles sighed. “Thank you Ted.”

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Max Verstappen: 

You’d sat in the passenger seat of his valkyrie aston martin a hundred times before, what would be so different about this?

A lot.

As Max drove and you screamed, he put his hand on your lap trying to calm you down. 

“MAX! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL!” you screamed as he chuckled. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD DRIVER!”

“I am a good driver!” he shouted back, over the sound of the engine. 

“Evidently not!” You screamed as he went straight over a curb.

“Do you want to see bad driving?” He smirked.

“No! No! That’s ok, just- MAX!” You screamed as he immediately sped up and started to drive even more recklessly. 

“FUCKING HELL MAX!” you screamed. “I’LL DIVORCE YOU!” 

He just laughed. 

What a way to announce your marriage, right?

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[va1entinesg4l]

full of surprises

pairing: charles leclerc x reader x max verstappen

summary: you’re pregnant and the media wants to know who the father is, but it’s not too late until both fathers are exposed.

warning: tiny bit of smut, breeding kink, threesome, mentions of ‘slut’, sex tape, poor translations of french!

Everyone on the grid has been fussing about who the father of your child is. You kept your relationship fairly private ever since you started dating one of the drivers. Or two?

Max was scrolling through social media when he laughs, “They’re joking, right? They think Lando’s the one dating y/n, the brit rarely gets laid.”

Your ears perk up at the sound of Max’s laugh and you smile, wrapping your arms around him from behind as you kiss his cheek. “Trust me, he does.”

Max then pulls you over to him as he gently kisses your small bump with Charles snickering from the couch he was sitting at as he looks through his notes for the race. “I doubt it.”

The day both drivers met you, they knew that they had to have you. You were a journalist for Formula One, alongside your best friend, Lissie Mackintosh. She was showing you around since it was your first day and from the corner of Max and Charles’s eyes, you caught their attention.

They both constantly challenged each other to see who got to ask you out first and of course, Charles did, to a favourite bar of yours that he somehow found out? Max wasn’t pleased so he had asked you to join him on a go kart race in the middle of night which ended up with him fucking you against it.

The drivers on the grid had confused looks on their faces whenever Max and Charles shot each other glares or when they sabotaged each other during races. But after five months of trying to catch your attention during interviews, you’ve finally asked them to agree to share you.

They figured the idea was pathetic but the thought wasn’t so bad. Each passing moment they got used to sharing you and with each other.

“It’s like playing a game of hangman.” Charles chuckles at the comments of fans guessing who the father is before he sits next to you, your body between both drivers as they hold you close.

“Getting pregnant was not on my 2024 list.” You joke when actually, you were glad to have a baby on the way especially with the two men you love.

“Who was the one begging to be filled with our cum?” Max smirks as he exchange sly looks with Charles, their fingers caressing your round belly gently.

Your cheeks heat up at the memory of them fucking you on the night of your second anniversary, bringing you to a hotel as they took their time worshipping every inch of your body.

“Max!” You whimpered out with your cheek faced down on the pillow, Max plunging his cock deep inside of you, hitting the cervix. The grip of his fingers on your hair tightening at every thrust.

“You gonna cum for us, schlampe?” slut. He spits out, the headboard knocking against the wall with each thrust. Charles’s cock was aching to be inside of you as he watches you both fuck sinfully, the palm of his hand running up and down his cock. His other hand holding a camcorder as he films the scene.

Sweat drips down your foreheads as Max slides out of you, his cum dripping out of your pussy and he turns you over onto your back before letting Charles take control. Charles grabs your hips forcefully, his fingers digging deep before his cock slides into you, a moan slipping from your lips with Max filming you both.

Your fingers moved down his back, nails scraping his skin and he lets out a throaty groan before feeling you milking his cock.

“Traite ma bite, chérie. tu veux être rempli de notre sperme, n'est-ce pas ? ton ventre est plein et gonflé de notre semence pour que quiconque te regarde sache que tu nous appartiens, que nous t'avons mis en cloque.” Milk my cock, honey. you want to be filled with our cum, don't you? your belly full and swollen with our seed so that anyone who looks at you knows that you belong to us, that we knocked you up. He pants out.

Your body goes rigid after coming, your eyes seeing stars as you catch your breath. Max holding the camcorder close as he takes a shot of your swollen lips, your breasts, your disheveled hair.

He places the camcorder on the side of the table that had a great angle of you, him and Charles. The three of you laying in bed together as you three go through with the aftercare.

Your phone pings with a message and so does Charles’s and Max’s. You three open the message at the same time and your face pales as it’s an article that was released 10 minutes ago about a sextape being leaked which wrote,

“Big surprise, guess we now know who the ‘fathers’ are!”

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got carried away w the smut 🥹, thank you guys so much for reading!!

☆ pt.2

[grillthegridmydear]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　The Good Witch　:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

pairing. F1 Grid x Leclerc!reader, Ollie Bearman x Leclerc!reader

summary ~ The baby of the Leclerc family experiences the worst heartbreak of her life while living in London, so she writes an album.

faceclaim ~ Maisie Peters

notes ~ This album has been my roman empire since it dropped and I am making it everyone else's problem now. My school level french is no use to me here so please pardon any terrible translations.

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yourusername London I love you, you'd have to drag me away kicking and screaming <3

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arthur_leclerc still cant believe you moved out before I did

yourusername cry about it I guess

user1 begging for the next ep drop on my hands and knees

charles_leclerc would it kill you to come home every once and a while?

yourusername voir maman ou Lorenzo? non. Pour te voir TOI ? oui, oui, ce serait le cas. (to see mom or Lorenzo, no. To see YOU? yes, yes it would) liked by lorenzotl

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous as usual ❤️

yourusername Je t'aime belle fille ❤️❤️❤️ (love you beautiful girl)

yourusername Let me know when you finally get rid of my idiot brother, I wanna get a custom cake

charles_leclerc QU'EST-CE QUE J'AI FAIT ??? (WHAT DID I DO?)

yourbfusername my london girl ❤️

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yourbff girl you're never allowed to leave you have witnessed too much that involves tequila

yourusername blackmail for life

user4 baby leclerc literally eating up the streets

user5 i need to see her in paddock again soon ITS BEEN TOO LONG

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gridgossip singer-songwriter y/n leclerc has blacked out all her social media pages and made them private, this comes following the abrupt news that the ferrari drivers sister cancelled the rest of her european tour dates. sources say that she has blocked her long time boyfriend yourbfusername. could the couple's split be the reason for the radio silence?

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f1gossip

f1gossip Heartbreak for baby Leclerc as photos of her long time boyfriend yourbfusername were released earlier this week outside of a popular london nightclub kissing another girl. y/n was spotted leaving Nice Côte d'Azur Airport with her brother Charles Leclerc late last night. The 21 year old pop star seemingly escaping her ex boyfriend and guitarist to return to Monaco.

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user10 ok this is why we dont give men rights cause WTF

user11 poor y/n, i cant believe it

user12 not what i was expecting

user13 THIS MANS DAYS ARE NUMBERD

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It took 3 days to finally pull myself out of the pit of my childhood room. The sun bleeding through the crevices of the blinds screaming to be opened for some fresh air. coming back to Monaco felt like defeat but I knew that staying in London would kill me, plus the hushed whispers coming from downstairs reminded me that this was the best thing I could do, my brothers were dramatic enough without deciding to go on strike from racing until I finally agreed to come back.

Small snuffles under the door broke the serene atmosphere in the air, followed by tiny nails scratching to get in. finally pulling myself out from under the covers I cracked open my door enough to let a tiny four legged blonde into my cave, Leo weaved his way between my legs, herding me closer to the door. his persistence finally made me scoop him into my arms and make my way downstairs.

The already whispered conversation died as I took the last few steps into the living room. Four heads turned on a swivel to see me enter the living room. Maman sitting on the sofa with Arthur and Alex, Charles sitting at the piano in the corner of the room. "Bébé ? tu veux manger quelque chose ? nous étions sur le point de préparer le déjeuner." (baby? do you want to eat something? we were about to make some lunch.)

the idea of food made my stomach lurch, I skipped dinner last night in favour of crying into my sheets. Heartbreak had always seemed so stupid when I was young. How could girls spend all their energy loving someone who hurt them? I owe all those girls an apology. I could only nod as I set Leo down on the floor, he trotted over to Alex and with my arms free from the wriggling pup I sat down on the piano stool next to my brother. the guilt over cancelling my tour had been eating my alive for the last week, so many people would be so disappointed. I hadn't even entertained the idea of opening my phone since I landed, but Arthur had reassured me through the door that people were just worried about me, whether I was ok?

I had no idea if I was.

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Hey yall! just something a little short and sweet to get back into the swing of things.

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smut 18 with max please

Burning Rivalry - Max Verstappen

This was my first time writing for Max Verstappen, so please let me know in the comments if i wrote it a okay or not :) Really wanna know if I failed miserably on this one or not lol hahah

Masterlist ↳pairing: max verstappen x female!driver!reader ↳word count: 2.2K ↳prompts used: 18 - "fucking hell, if I knew you were this good, I would have gotten you on your knees earlier" ↳summary: When the tension between you and Max finally gets resolved after a heated and competitive Grand Prix

↳content warnings: rivals to lovers, first kiss, smut, 18+ (MDNI!), explicit sexual content, blowjob, oral sex f!receiving, sassy talk between the two of them lol, slight begging (nothing much tho), a small hint of dom!max (but also not really), sexual tension

The tension between you and Max had always been palpable, but it wasn’t just because you were two of the best racing drivers on the grid. It was the rivalry that simmered beneath the surface, the unspoken competition that pushed both of you to your limits every time you got behind the wheel. You weren’t just friends—you were rivals, constantly trying to outdo each other on the track, and the fire that rivalry stoked didn’t stop when the race was over.

You had known Max for years, your careers growing alongside each other, and though there was a mutual respect, there was also a constant challenge, a need to prove who was better. It led to banter, to teasing comments, and sometimes, to something darker, more intense—like tonight.

The race had been brutal, both of you fighting tooth and nail for the podium. Max had edged you out in the final laps, taking the victory by a hair, and though you congratulated him afterward, there was a spark in your eyes that told him the rivalry was far from over.

But now, as you stood in Max’s driver’s room after the race, that competitive fire had taken on a new form. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that made your skin tingle and your pulse race. Max was leaning against the couch, his racing suit half unzipped, revealing the sweat-slicked skin underneath. His eyes were dark, filled with something that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You drove like shit today,” you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips as you met his gaze, challenging him.

Max raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk of his own. “Is that why I’m the one holding the trophy?” he shot back, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction.

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer, your heart pounding in your chest. “Just barely. You know I’ll get you next time.”

“Is that a promise?” Max asked, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Maybe,” you replied, your voice laced with challenge. The banter, the back-and-forth, was like foreplay, each word stoking the fire that burned between you.

Max’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with intent as he pushed off the couch and closed the distance between you in a few quick strides. He was in your space now, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, his scent—a mixture of sweat and something uniquely him—invading your senses.

“I think you like losing to me,” Max murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. The touch was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of something more, something that made your breath hitch.

“In your dreams,” you shot back, but the words were softer now, your bravado faltering under the intensity of his gaze.

Max’s hand slipped to the back of your neck, his grip firm as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “How about I make you a deal?” he whispered, his voice rough and commanding. “You get on your knees for me, and maybe I’ll let you win next time.”

The words sent a jolt of arousal through you, your heart skipping a beat at the sheer audacity of his proposition. But you weren’t about to let him have the upper hand so easily. “Make me,” you challenged, your voice steady despite the racing of your pulse.

Max’s eyes flashed with something dangerous, something that made your knees weak. His grip tightened on your neck, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw, tilting your head back so you were forced to look up at him.

“Oh, I will,” Max promised, his voice low and filled with dark intent.

Before you could respond, Max’s lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was hard, demanding, and full of the fiery passion that always seemed to ignite between the two of you. His hands were on you, pulling you closer, holding you tight as his mouth claimed yours with a dominance that made your heart race.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair as you pressed your body against his, needing more, needing everything he was offering. The rivalry, the tension, the years of unspoken desire—it all culminated in this moment, in the heat of his body against yours, in the way his lips moved over yours with a hunger that matched your own.

Max’s hands moved to your hips, gripping you firmly as he guided you backward, pressing you against the wall. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that you knew would linger long after tonight.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Max muttered against your skin, his voice rough with need as his hands slipped under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head.

“Good,” you shot back, your voice breathless as you helped him strip you of your clothing, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. “Maybe now you know how I feel.”

Max’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked at you, his hands tracing the curves of your body, making you shiver under his touch. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough and filled with authority.

But you weren’t about to give in that easily. “Make me,” you repeated, your eyes locking with his, challenging him to take what he wanted.

Max’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes flashing with a mixture of amusement and arousal. “You’re going to regret that,” he warned, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you closer.

“Try me,” you shot back, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart.

Max didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed you down onto the couch, his body pressing against yours as he kissed you again, his hands sliding down your body, touching, caressing, teasing. You could feel the heat of his arousal against your thigh, the hardness of him making your own desire flare even hotter.

His hands found your thighs, spreading them apart as he knelt between them, his eyes locked on yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “You’re going to beg for me,” Max promised, his voice low and filled with dark intent.

You shivered at his words, your breath hitching as his mouth moved higher, teasing you with soft, feather-light kisses that made your body tremble with anticipation. You tried to hold on to your bravado, but the way he was touching you, the way his tongue flicked against your skin, was making it impossible to think, let alone resist.

Max’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers brushing against your wetness, making you gasp. He smirked at your reaction, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he continued to tease you, his touch light, almost maddeningly so.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” Max murmured, his voice rough with desire as he pressed a finger inside you, making you moan at the sensation.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape, but Max wasn’t having it. He added another finger, curling them inside you, his thumb brushing against your clit in a way that made you see stars.

“Let me hear you,” Max demanded, his voice a low growl as he worked you with expert precision, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips, your body arching into his touch as the pleasure built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter until you were trembling with need.

“Max, please,” you gasped, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Max’s eyes gleamed with triumph, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit as he pushed you to the brink. “That’s it,” Max encouraged, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Let go for me.”

And you did, your body convulsing with pleasure as you came apart in his hands, your moans filling the room as the orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of intense sensation leaving you trembling and breathless.

When you finally came down from the high, Max was there, his lips on yours, kissing you deeply, passionately, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark with desire.

“Now, on your knees,” Max commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

This time, you didn’t hesitate. You slid off the couch, dropping to your knees in front of him, your hands reaching out to free him from the confines of his racing suit. Max’s breath hitched as you took him in your hands, your touch sending a shiver of pleasure through him.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze as you leaned in, your lips brushing against the tip of his cock in a soft, teasing kiss that made him groan with need. “You’re going to love this,” you promised, your voice a low, sultry whisper.

Max’s hand tangled in your hair, his eyes dark with anticipation as he watched you. “Show me,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

You didn’t need any more encouragement. You took him into your mouth, your lips closing around him as you began to suck, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing him, driving him insane with every flick, every stroke.

Max’s grip on your hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked your mouth, the pleasure building inside him with every movement.

“Fucking hell,” Max groaned, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill of satisfaction through you. “If I knew you were this good, I would have gotten you on your knees earlier.”

The words only spurred you on, fueling the fire of desire burning inside you. You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked harder, your tongue continuing its relentless assault on him. The sounds he made—those low, guttural moans—only made you want to give him more, to push him further toward the edge.

Max’s hips began to move more urgently, his hand guiding your head as he thrust into your mouth, the rhythm becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the pleasure you were giving him. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his body as he neared his climax.

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder, his grip on your hair tightening as he fought to hold on. But you could tell he was close, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his muscles tensing as he teetered on the brink.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Max’s words broke off in a strangled moan as his orgasm overtook him. His hips jerked forward, and you felt the first hot spurt hit the back of your throat. You didn’t slow down, working him through his release, swallowing every drop as he came, your tongue still swirling around him, milking every last bit of pleasure from his body.

Max’s grip on your hair loosened as the last waves of his climax washed over him, leaving him trembling and breathless. You pulled back slowly, your lips lingering on him for just a moment longer before releasing him, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

Max’s chest was heaving, his eyes dark and hooded as he looked down at you, his expression one of pure satisfaction mixed with something deeper, something almost primal. He reached down, his hand cupping your chin, lifting your face so that you were forced to look up at him.

“You’re incredible,” Max said, his voice rough and still thick with the aftereffects of his orgasm. There was a softness in his eyes now, a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat.

You smiled up at him, feeling a rush of pride at his words, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of what had just happened. “Glad you think so,” you replied, your voice laced with satisfaction and a hint of teasing.

Max chuckled, the sound low and warm as he pulled you up to your feet. His hands settled on your hips, pulling you close until your bodies were pressed together again. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss that was all about savoring the moment, the heat of the earlier intensity giving way to something more intimate.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. “We should do this again,” Max murmured, his voice soft but full of promise.

“Only if you let me win next time,” you teased, your lips curving into a playful smile as you looked up at him.

Max’s eyes sparkled with amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his tone light but with an underlying seriousness that made your heart flutter.

As you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the rivalry between you didn’t seem to matter anymore. There was something more now, something that went beyond the track, beyond the competition. And as you leaned into his embrace, you couldn’t help but think that whatever happened next, it was only the beginning of something much bigger, something that neither of you could walk away from.

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37. “Oh, fuck—do that thing with your tongue again."

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It was a bad idea. 

Somewhere in the back of his head, there was a logical voice that was telling him just how bad it was, listing off all the ways this could completely backfire and explode in his face and ruin him. But if he was being completely honest with himself, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

Not when you had your mouth wrapped around his cock. 

Max wasn’t even totally sure how the two of you ended up in the position. It was a mix of Max forgetting he had made plans with the boys and you feeling bratty and needy and wanting his attention all to yourself. It seemed like the perfect compromise in his pleasure-fogged brain when you got up from your seat on the couch, crawling between his legs as he sat on his SIM chair and tugged at his shorts until his cock was free. 

It could be worse. 

He could be livestreaming. 

But maybe being on a call with a few of the other drivers from the grid whilst you were kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock and pulling every dirty trick in the book was just as bad as being live and streaming. 

“Shit,” Max muttered, his eyes half-focused on his character dying on the screen and the way your cheeks hallowed around him. 

“Get your head in the game, Verstappen!” 

“Oh my god.”

“Max, that’s the third time you’ve died in five minutes!’

“I’m fucking aware, mate,” Max ground out between gritted teeth, his hands gripping onto his controller as he tore his eyes away from the game’s loading screen to look down at you, only to let out a series of whispered curses under his breath. 

Your wide eyes were glued to him, watching every single movement and reaction like a hawk. His cheeks were flushed red, his lips red and raw from biting down on them too much. His chest was moving quickly with soft pants, his thighs spread and splayed out and begging for you to dig your nails into his pale skin just to watch him squirm. 

And the hints of panic that originally shone in his eyes when you first tugged at his shorts were long gone, replaced with longing and desire to feel your mouth around his dick. 

You pulled off, slow enough for the boy’s eyes to be glued to you as you finally removed your mouth with a soft ‘pop’. He swallowed harshly, watching as you stuck your tongue out, softly tapping his cock against it before wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking with the right amount of pressure to make his hips buck. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Max breathed out, his eyes clenched shut as your tongue teased the slit on the head of his cock, soft kitten licks that had the coil in his stomach tightening. 

“Dude, what are you swearing at? The game hasn’t even begun yet.” 

“God, he is preparing to lose already.” 

“You sound a bit breathless.” 

But Max was hardly listening as you wrapped your hands around the remaining length of his cock, twisting and stroking as your tongue continued to tease his tip until he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Oh, fuck—do that thing with your tongue again,” Max moaned, his voice whiny and breathless and desperate to finally come down your throat. 

“Holy shit, Max, are you fucking—” 

“Mind your own business, Norris,” he spat out, slamming down random keys until the call cut out and the game was gone and he could finally rip his headphones off and bury his fingers in your hair as he came. “Oh shit, baby, yes. Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

lando: you are one dirty bastard 

lando: sounded hot tho, say well done to the missus

lando: pretty sure charles enjoyed it just as much as you

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Keep On Rolling - MV1

Chapter Six

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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A/N: I've actually had the best day (and it's only midday)! Did a couple of hours of studying, completing one of my essays, went to the outlet shop and found my perfect pair of cargos (my friends all look for xs so I feel bad when we go retail therapying, but I went alone and I'm so happy)

Silverstone. Lando's home race. Y/N couldn't wait. Ever since she was a little girl, Silverstone had been one of her favourites. When they were kids, Y/N's father had taken her and Lando to Silverstone. It was the first race Y/N had ever attended, and the race that let Y/N fall in love with Formula One.

It had been a full month since Y/N had last spoken to the current world champion. Y/N didn't know why Max wasn't speaking to her. Or answering her text messages. He'd been missing out of Y/N's life completely for the last month.

For once, Y/N had nothing special planned for Silverstone. Just a simple Q and A video.

Y/N missed the Friday free practice. Where she'd usually be there to watch Lando and the rest of her friends (namely Charles), but, this time, she was at home with her family.

British families had some weird traditions and Y/N's family was no exception. Every Sunday in the winter months they ate a huge roast dinner and every Sunday in the summer was reserved for having a barbeque.

With a job like Y/N's, she didn't much get to see her family. She was always away at the grand prix or the city hosting them. Her family missed her, sure, but they knew she was living her dream. So, whenever she was home, Y/N made sure to visit them.

Y/N sat at the dining table, checking her phone. Nothing from Lando, nothing from Charles, nothing from Danny. Nothing from... Max.

That was the most upsetting thing. Y/N hadn't spoken to Max in so long. She didn't realise she'd miss him until he disappeared. There had been a couple of times where she'd text him, but he'd only read it, not respond. Y/N was getting desperate. Desperate to hear from him, but they weren't in a place where she could beg. Right?

"Dinner!" Y/N's mother shouted as she and her brother ran in the dishes. Chicken, potatoes, sprouts, carrots, parsnips and more. Y/N's mother always went above and beyond with roast dinner. It was a whole performance for her.

Y/N allowed her mother to plate up her food. It was something she loved doing whenever Y/N was home, her way to welcome her back. "Mum, do you think we can watch the free practice?" She asked as her mother placed a Yorkshire pudding onto her plate.

"What? No way!" Her brother suddenly shouted across the table. "If Y/N gets to watch formula one I get to watch football!"

"Neither of you are watching anything. Y/N is going to make the most of being here with us before she makes her way up to Silverstone, okay?"

Y/N's mother was not a scary woman, not by any means. But, when she commanded something, it happened. Y/N and her brother nodded as they tucked into their food.

Y/N checked her last messages to Lando and Max beneath the table. Lando hadn't yet seen her message, but Max hadn't responded. A small part of her wanted to throw her phone at the nearest wall, but she didn't. Instead, Y/N slipped her phone back into her pocket and tightened her hand in a fist, nails digging into her palm.

Her family could tell something was wrong. Normally it was non-stop chatter about the world of the paddock. But, aside from her request to watch the free practice, Y/N didn't talk about formula one at all. Even when her brother tried to ask, Y/N answered with single words.

That night, in her childhood bedroom, Y/N looked at the pictures of her and Lando. Them in school, them at Lydden Hill for Lando's Karting career. Silverstone when Lando was in F2, Lando when he first joined McLaren and that was it. The rest of the pictures were in Y/N's own apartment, a place she hardly saw the point in paying for when she rarely lived there.

Her phone began to ring. Picking it up, Y/N placed it to her ear. "Hey, Lan," she said to her best friend as soon as she answered.

"How's your mum? How's your brother? How's the cat?" He asked quickly.

The cat in question was currently sleeping on Y/N's bed. The moment she moved out, the cat began living in her room, sleeping on her bed or in the empty closet.

"Mum is good, brother is good, cat is good," she said, sitting beside the cat and stroking her fur. "How was free practice? I tried to watch on the television but Mum wouldn't let me."

Lando told her all about free practice and how his day at Silverstone had been. He told her about the media things she and Oscar had to do, the fun he and Carlos had been having and more.

When he fell silent, Y/N found herself asking a difficult question. "Lan, is Max okay?" She asked him. "Does he hate me or something?"

"No," Lando answered quickly. "Why would he hate you?"

"Can you tell him to answer my texts then please."

Lando didn't answer that. How could he, when he was the reason for Max's silence? But, he couldn't tell Y/N, either. He could tell her that he was the reason Max was refusing to speak to her. So, Lando took it in a different direction.

"What's going on with you and Max?" He asked. His tone was genuinely curious, leading Y/N away from his crime.

Y/N shook her head. "Lan, nothing. Nothing is going on with Max and I. He was just the only person who let me interview him in Monaco. He just happened to be the person who helped me out after the drunken quiz video. Why does that mean something has to be going on with us?"

Again, Lando didn't answer. Guilt ripped through him. He was selfish, a selfish little boy. He drove Max away from Y/N just because he didn't want to lose his best friend

Lando was quick to end the call. He said his goodbyes and left Y/N to it. Max liked Y/N, he knew that much. But did she like him? God, he felt like a child back in secondary school as he thought about it.

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"Hey guys, welcome to the Silverstone weekend," Y/N said to the camera as she sat on her bed with her cat in her lap. "As you can see, we are not in a hotel room for once. We are actually in my childhood bedroom and we have a visitor." Y/N held the cat up to the camera and waved her paw.

"Today we're going to be going in with a Q and A video," she said, pulling up her phone. "I know a lot of you have a lot of questions around how and why I do what I do, and I'm going to answer them all."

She went into her twitter and pulled up her first question. "Right, question one. How did you meet Lando?" She read and put the phone down. "Oh, what a story this is," she said and let out a little laugh. "When Lando and I first met each other, we hated each other. We were eleven years old, both starting at secondary school. In maths we got sat beside each other, and it all kicked off from there.

"Lando was so loud! Seriously, he did not stop talking. And he spread his stuff to my side of the desk, which really pissed me me off. So, I told him to shut up and he told me to bleep off, and then we became best friends."

The cat in her lap was purring as Y/N stroked her. She grabbed her phone and checked for the next question. There had been a lot on there asked about the nature of her relationship with Charles and her relationship with Max. They were things she wouldn't get into, only because it would make the situation so much worse.

"Ah, what do you do when you're not travelling around?" She read and put the phone back down. "Well, I travel to the grand prix and then I explore the city the grand prix is held in with my friends. These bits I don't usually film, but I'm considering doing city vlogs. If you guys would like to see this, drop a comment."

Y/N went on and on, reading through the questions. There were many about hers and Lando's friendship, many that allowed her to grab pictures of little Lando from the wall.

"What is your favourite quote from anyone on the grid at the minute?" She read.

It made her grin. "Well, I've got one that I use all the time which is when Charles says 'Lando we can be world champions', but I'm a big fan of those noises Danny makes? You know, 'ki ki ki ra!'" She shouted.

There was a noise from downstairs, her mother shouting a complaint.

After getting through at least twenty of the questions, Y/N checked the time on her phone. "Oh my," she gasped when she saw how late it was. Or, rather, how early in the morning it was. "I guess that's the end of the video," she said to the camera. "Thank you guys for watching. Like, subscribe and I'll see you at Silverstone," she said and got up to switch off the camera.

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[adventuringblind]

Still Have You

Lando Norris x Reader X Oscar Piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: and then there were two...

Warnings: crash, injury description, death

Notes: oops... I wrote another sad thing...

Masterlist

Racing is her life. It's all she knows. It was her entire life.

Until it wasn't.

She was a rookie. A female driver that Williams decided to take a chance on.

Oscar signed for McLaren the same year. She already knew he was going to get a seat because he's amazing. And getting to drive alongside Lando Norris was nothing to scoff about.

Oscar introduced his teammate to his best friend, and the three became attached to the hip. Inseparable. It definitely wasn't anything they were expecting. It just happened, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

So then it was them and racing. Like her life had somehow gained a new purpose.

~

The Dutch Grandprix. It's raining heavily, and she'd rather be curled up with her lovers, hot chocolate, and a good book.

"Are they really going to have the race?" She asks Alex who's standing next to her I the cover of their garage.

"Looks like it." He sighs. "Any word from your papaya clad lovers?"

Check jabs him in the side with an elbow. "Shup up! Someone could hear you!" She hisses at him.

"Not my fault Lando can't keep a secret." He throws his hands up in surrender.

They are then promptly told to get ready to head to the grip. She throws a final text to her boys before she has to leave her phone for the next couple of hours.

Alex is starting fourth. It's an amazing thing for him, and she can't help but feel a tinge of pride.

It feels like she's in the car for hours. Just waiting for them to say go or call off the race. She hopes it's the latter. She'd hate to see any of her of the grid get hurt because the FIA decided to put the show on regardless of their safety.

The rain slows, and it seems like it might actually clear up. So it would make sense that the FIA decided it's time to race.

Soon enough, they are racing off the line. Her start was better than she'd expected. Managing to hold her place as the down pour started again.

"We're expecting the rain to stay like this for the next ten minutes."

She mentally groans. Begs whoever controls the weather to let up. Prays that nobody gets hurt.

But fate it cruel.

It's only lap five, but the rain is making it difficult to see. She knows someone is close to her. No idea who, but he's there.

She definitely knows when they spin out. And she feels it when they tap her car as she's flying down the straight.

It's like the world moves in slow motion. One minute, she's driving. Then she's not even on the ground anymore.

Ground.

Sky.

Wet.

Dry.

Shooting pain.

Copper taste.

Radio static.

Cold.

Bright.

Nothing.

~

"Red flag Lando, red flag, come into the pits, please."

"Did someone crash? "

"One of the Williams."

Lando's heart drops. Every thought in his mind going to the worst. "Which Williams?"

"We believe it's y/n."

Suddenly, he can't hear anymore. He passes the crash sight, and he feels like the air is sucked out of his lungs.

He's not thinking. He just pulls the car over and gets out. Not caring at all who's watching.

The front of the car is bent upwards over the cockpit. The back is nowhere to he seen. There are pieces of fence and barrier stuck to the ring of the halo.

The Marshalls are barely getting started. They've started splitting the car into peices with saws.

Lando skids to a halt. His arms pull away the debris so he can at least see her.

They he sees just how bad it is.

There is a piece of metal piercing directly through her chest. Her legs are crushed at odd angles.

He helps the Marshalls pull her out. His stomach flips with every second she doesn't respond. He stays with her until they pull him away.

He fights them. Or - he tries to fight them. But the adrenaline isn't pumping as it was. It's just his anxiety now.

~

Oscar stares at the screen in front of him. He knows he doesn't look as calm as he's trying to seem.

Alex looks similar in a way. The tall Williams driver stands next to him in the blue garage. Waiting for any sign that the girl in the car is breathing.

He's choking on his tears. He's fighting the urge to run onto the track.

There are other drivers in front of the Williams garage. All of them are asking for updates. The one thing nobody has right now.

When they lift her body out of the car, he screams. It rips through his body and pieces everyone's ears.

He tries to bolt, but Alex holds him back. It's not long til he's sobbing into his arms.

He's been nothing but the Trios' biggest supporter since he found out. In this specific moment, Oscar has never felt more grateful for him.

He watches the screen closely. Lando is pressing on the females chest. His neon yellow gloves now staied red from the open wound.

He tries to bolt again. Flee to Lando so they don't have to be separated. He knows the Brits anxiety is probably skyrocketing.

If his is, then Lando's definitely is.

Alex wasn't prepared, and he managed to make it about ten steps before being stopped by Max. The Aussie runs straight into him and collapses once again.

This time, he fights. He flails his limbs and tries to shove his way past until his body gives out.

~

Lando feels a tap on his shoulder. He hadn't realized he'd just been standing where they'd left him until the new presence snapped him out of it.

"Lando, we should go back to the paddock." It's Charles speaking to him. He sounds so distant, like he's calling to him from a meter away.

He just let the Monegasque lead him back down the track. He stares at his glives as they walk. Coated in her blood.

This should've never happened. The race should have been called off. Every time the scene replays in his mind, it makes him angrier at them.

They find themselves at the Williams garage with the rest of the drivers. He takes note of the sobbing Austrian currently trying to break free of Max's grip. Oscar is usually the most collected out of the three. It breaks something in Lando, seeing him like this. Like Oscar crying just makes it more real.

Lando pulls off the blood-soaked gloves and sinks to where Oscar is. The Brit gets his focus and attempts to calm him down. Most likely, neither of them are going to be able to drive in such a state. Lando still has his car on track where he left it.

He really doesn't care who's watching in this moment. He prys Oscar away from Max and cradles him. The two falling into a puddle of tears on the ground.

~

Oscar lays with his head leaning against Lando. Their hands entertained like one would disappear if they let go.

It feels wrong without her.

Max and Alex had come to wait with them. Neither of them deemed it safe to leave the two alone.

"Miss l/n?" Says a doctor. He sounds as exhausted as they feel.

All four scramble up out of their seats. All hope seeming to float away as they see his expression.

"I'm so sorry to tell you that she didn't make it."

And then everything shattered. Their world fell apart. Everything tainted with the lack of her presence.

"She woke herself up right before she flat lined and asked to make sure someone heard it." The doctor inhales deeply. Like, somehow, this message was difficult for him. "She said: 'tell them to cling to each other. That she's not gone. You'll find her on the track."

~

A year later, at the same track, two boys visit a memorial. Flowers in hand as they kneel in the grass.

The sun is shining today. A stark contrast to the weather which had claimed her life.

They sit together, hands interlocked, and engagement rings fit snugly on their ring fingers.

"We miss you. Every day. We think about you all the time." Lando sniffles. The lump in his throat threatened to leave. "Alex makes sure we take care of ourselves, and Max let us stay with him. He won another title, by the way, and dedicated it to you."

"I got my first win. It was in Australia, just like how you predicted." Oscar's gaze is toward the sky. He knows she's up there somewhere smiling down upon them.

"I asked Oscar to marry me, and he said yes. We thought we might have the ceremony at that one park you love in the spring when the cherry blossoms are in season."

"Thought you also might want to know that we have an extra ring for you. We owe it to you for getting us together, after all."

Both of them are choking on their tears now. It's not the same without you.

"We'll always love you. Even if we're only two."

[lilghostiequinni]

Not the Only One

Main Masterlist Lestappen Masterlist

Pairing: Norris!female oc (Lea) x Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc

Warnings: Fluffy,

Summary: She comes to Formula One as a photographer. Well, kind of. She's something else but a photographer nonetheless, but for three teams, she takes photos.

Requested: NO / yes (Saturday Poll)

The better part of all 10 teams was gathered in one of the many conferencing rooms in the F1 headquarters; every team had its own little section.

"Alright, well, we have a new member joining, she is a photographer to all teams, partially and three teams full time," Stefano says to the group of teams in the room as he walks in, a woman following behind.

"She is already assigned to one team of her choice. The other two will be determined via her terms," Stefano says, moving to the side for the woman to come forward.

"This is Lea, Lea Norris. She will also be taking team photos and the grid photo for this year's beginning," Stefano says, pointing to the woman as he does.

"Hello, I'm Lea. The team of my choosing was McLaren. I brought it up to Stefano about how to determine the other two teams I will be working for, and that is a charity race for what ever charity you choose. Any questions?" Lea asks the grid, and a few hands go up.

Lea pointed to Alex Albon, "How are you related to Lando? He never mentions you."

"Well, I'm his twin sister, his more successful little twin sister," Lea walks over to Lando and wraps her arms around his neck, and he holds her arms with his hands.

Carlos raises his hand next, "I would like to point out that I knew of you, just not what you do?"

Lea smiles, and Lando shakes his head, "She co-owns Quadrant with me because she can do the behind-the-scenes better than I can. She also owns her own clothing brand, Leona & Odan, also owning the multi-million dollar company Leletics, the company that makes many parts of the liveries and other things. Let's not forget her athletic ability," Lando says; he does an eye roll at the end but still has a smile.

"That is all true. I own the fashion company Leona & Odan, along with the company Leletics, which is also a design company not just for livery parts and 'stuff.' I also co-own Quadrant with my brother, but I am never on camera because I don't want to. I am also athletic. I do ballet and a few other sports myself. I am terrible at golf, though," Lea says, letting go of her brother to walk back to the front of the room.

She stands at the front of the room, watching the drivers.

"Why are you doing this?" Comes from the Mercedes team.

"Because I need a change of pace. I do what I love every day, but there is only so much I can do about my hobbies, such as photography. Also, I may have punched one of the chairmen to Leletics because he was there for a few years and still thought I was an assistant and not the CEO. He tried to do something that shouldn't be done, and I may have punched him a little too hard," Lea says with a fake smile on her face.

"Someone tried to touch you! Was it that asshole Brason?" Lando demands in big brother mode.

"It's fine, Lando, later, please," Lea begs her brother; Lando clenches his jaw but backs down.

For the next hour, she answers all the questions on what she is to do before she gets a question from one Max Verstappen, "So, what are we to do for this race?"

"The race is to determine what other two teams I'll technically work for, and for charity, the two teams to win will get to give 1 million dollars to a charity of their choosing. McLaren will also be competing because they don't want them left out, but they won't get anything if they win; a charity of their choice will still get a million dollars, and the charities of the rest of the teams will still get half a million dollars, each." Lea says before she continues. "Listen, I know it sounds bad because you don't even know what I can do, but I just want to give back, and I... I don't really know how to explain myself to you. I just want to do what got me started, talking pictures of racing."

It was basically a mock race in Silverstone; liveries were provided to each team, so everyone was on the same playing field as the racers; there was a single level of qualifying and a single free practice to get familiar with the car.

In the last laps of the race, it was pretty clear that the two other teams would be Red Bull and Ferrari, but Mercedes was still in the running for the third team, attempting to over take Ferrari.

But in the end, it was Ferrari that just barely beat Mecades as Carlos passed Hamilton.

Later that day, Formula One announced the addition of a three-team photographer, and the day after, McLaren, Red Bull, and Ferrari announced themselves as the three teams for the newest photographer

Lea proved herself, too, to all the teams, not just the three that had become her job, that she was capable of taking the necessary photographs in the sport of Formula One.

It was no surprise to her brother, though, when she showed up at Woking with a helmet for her brother, one he sort of forgot about. Just barely remembered a helmet design he told her for the 2024 season, so she designed it but did not tell him she designed it, giving it to him before testing as a surprise.

A/N: So, Lestappen won, but I will check later when the poll ends and post a thing about which two get one shot in a week. There will also be a part two posted in Week 3, it will take place in Maimi, Imola, and Monaco of the current season. This didn't have much Lestappen content, but in the next one it will.

Tags: If you want to be added to the lists or a single list, let me know

[killmongerskeepermain]

Ghostface!Shuriri Headcanons

Surprise! Surprise! I got some headcanons for Ghostface!Shuriri for yall. Also I recreated a tag list so in case yall want to be tagged in anything, go ahead and fill out this form right here. ---> Taglist Form

Normal Lives

●👻● Outside her ghostface persona Riri is the perfect student. Still in college. 

●👻● Top of her class(of course), shows up on time, takes perfect notes, turns in work before the deadline, you name it. 

●👻● She doesn't mind doing work for her classmates. You want her to do your homework for you? It'll cost ya. (Her prices ain't cheap.)

●👻● Straight sneakerhead. Will make sure every outfit is tied together by the shoe.

●👻● Loves to go clubbing. Usually ends up with her finding a girl for her and Shuri for fuck around with if they're bored.

●👻● Despite her usually sticking to herself, no one truly has a problem with her. (If they do, RIP.)

●👻● Will talk her shit. Super sassy. Doesn't matter who you are or where ya live. Her slick mouth usually gets her in trouble. But ain't nobody gone jump with her partner a couple feet behind her.

●👻● Speaking of the partner, Shuri is the one who stays out of the limelight. 

●👻● She got away from Wakanda after T'Challa's passing. She believed he could be saved but that no one was trying hard enough. She dropped her duties as princess and went completely off the grid.

●👻● She spends most of her time in the lab under the house. Making new weapons, traps, home defenses. (She's still one of the smartest people on earth.) 

●👻● Also a sneakerhead. She's the one who likes to match shoes on a date.

●👻● Only goes clubbing so she doesn't have to hear Riri beg over and over again. 

●👻● Riri may be sassy but Shuri is MEAN. She does not give two fucks if she hurts your feelings. If you can't handle what she has to say then don't even look in her direction. 

●👻● If Riri has a problem with someone, so does Shuri. They're a package deal at this point. But if you're cool then you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you.

👻👻 "You know you was supposed to cash app me yesterday." Riri held a look of annoyance on her face as the football player fidgeted with his jacket. "Ah shit I forgot, $600 right?" She gave a small grin as she shook her head. "Nah, that was yesterday's price. It doubled since you forgot." His face fell and he bent down to mumble so his friends wouldn't hear. "$1200 is a little much don't you think?"

"Bet you won't forget again. I don't do this shit for free." She spat and he clenched his jaw. "What, are you gonna hit me pretty boy?" He steps closer to her before his eyes locked with another pair of brown orbs. "Is there a problem?" He quickly shook his head and sent Riri the money he owed before heading back to his friends. "I had it." The shorter girl grinned as she placed a kiss on Shuri's cheek. 

"Of course you did."

Behind The Mask

●👻● They don't just go around killing people for the hell of it. Their victims are usually people who did wrong by them or just don't deserve to live out their lives. Doing the world a favor.

●👻● Shuri uses a hunting knife with a sleek edge while Riri uses one with a ridged blade. 

●👻● Shuri is better when it comes to speed. She was training with her brother when he was alive. So if you manage to get away from Riri, you're not getting away from her. Loves the chase. Don't run. It only makes it more fun for her. "I love when they run."

●👻● Riri loves to play with their victims. Turns any chase into a game of cat and mouse. She also excels when it comes to stealth. She's the one who sneaks up on you when you're not looking. Can disappear in the blink of an eye. "Eyes on me ma."

●👻● Riri almost never has a messy kill. One clean cut is all it takes, hence her weapon of choice. Shuri on the other hand usually has some pent up aggression that she lets out during a kill. Not too much blood but just enough.

●👻● Won't let you see them in action. The only time was when you first met. But never again. The two agreed to keep everything ghostface related away from you. No matter how many times you ask. 

●👻● They did allow you to see them behind their ghostface personas only one time. The three of you drove to an abandoned building to show you how they hunt after endless begging. They even gave you a head start to run and hide. They made a bet on who would find you first with the loser making dinner. It didn't take long for Shuri to find you and to this day you and Riri wondered how she did it. 

👻👻 The only sound you heard was your own footsteps on the hard floor as you tried to be sneaky and find a good hiding spot. The building was long abandoned but still stood strong for a quick game of hide and seek. The two women gave you 10 minutes to hide and you had to admit your heart was racing. Quick, you say as you notice the cloak disappearing around the corner. You ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri with how quiet they were. Even though they weren't going to hurt you, the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. When she left the room you took off down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and you squealed. Looking up you saw Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "How did you…..where did you come from!"

"What's the matter mamas? You look like you've seen a ghost."

When It Comes To You

●👻●Shuri is somewhat touch starved. So anytime you hug her from behind or snuggle up to her it makes her heart flutter. She eats it up.

●👻● Riri on the other hand loves having her hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, grabbing your waist, or having you in her lap. 

●👻● They never let you go somewhere alone. If Riri can't be with you, Shuri is going and vice versa.

●👻● Riri is really big on PDA. Loves leaving small kisses and hickeys everywhere. Especially when someone hits on you while she's there. Shuri isn't into PDA like that but will not hesitate to pull you into a sloppy kiss if someone is bothering you. If it makes the other guy uncomfortable then it was worth it. 

●👻● Shuri gets jealous easily when it comes to you and Riri. That's where that sloppy kiss comes into play. And when you blush and hide your face in her neck, she's glaring at whoever is trying to shoot their shot. Also super territorial.

●👻● When you're alone they love to shower you in affection. Shuri loves running her fingers through your hair while Riri leaves trails of kisses along your shoulder. CUDDLE PUDDLE!

●👻● They will pamper you every chance they get when you're all together. Hugs? Kisses? Cuddles? Sex? They'll take care of you and all your needs. They will give you everything and anything you ask for.

●👻● Shuri teaches you and Riri Xhosa. You've learned that catching her off guard when switching languages flips a switch in her head. 

●👻● You're untouchable. No one in their right mind is going to lay a finger on you without lethal consequences. You want someone taken care of? Just say the word and they're gone.

●👻● They will not under any circumstances let you tag along for a kill. They would never put you through witnessing something as vile as them killing someone. Never again.

●👻● You definitely play with the voice changer. They have different ones but at this point you know who is who when they try to freak you out. 

👻👻 You tiptoed around the house trying to find your two girlfriend's with the small box in your hand. You found them on the couch watching Friday the 13th and grinned at the sight. Riri was lying under Shuri who had her arm over the girl's shoulder. You brought the box up to your lips and clicked the button. "Cuddling without me? How disrespectful." The two looked back at you before their laughter filled the room. "Girl, put that shit down and get over here." You sat down the voice changer and moved to lay your head down in Shuri's lap and your legs on Riri's. Though of course she couldn't keep her hands to herself and ended up between them. 🤭

[evstostuff]

This is nasty as hell but imagine Pierre teasing shy driver!reader all the time, and the entire grid being on a TV show, Pierre and reader having sex like 5 minutes before airing, realising she's nasty af, her being plugged up and him watching her squirm throughout the entire show knowing that no one's suspects a thing.

IM SORRY HDKFLSK HIS LATEST POST IN HIS SUIT GOT ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY

Corrupt

Paring: Female Reserve Driver Reader x Pierre Gasly

Warning: 18+, language, sex toys ish, clit stimulation, female receiving, no sex, dirty talk, French pet name.

Word count: 1,368

Note: So this request has taken me forever I am so sorry!!! I hope you like it. I have switched it up a bit but its along the lines of you request.

“Pierre…”

“Oui mon cherie” 

“What are these?” The silver balls chimed together as you let go to dangle them in front of Pierre’s face.

His sky blue eyes widened in embarrassment.

Pierre tried to grab them as you hid them behind your back. 

“Pierre come on tell me.” You whined, dodging the drivers grabby hands.

“Y/N no it’s nothing.” His cheeks were stained with a pink flush of embarrassment.

Raising your eyebrows you chuckled.

“Fine.” Pierre rubbed his hands over his face.

“They are simulation beads, they are meant to go inside you. I wanted to suggest we use them eventually.”

You were completely engrossed in the idea of Pierre wanting to explore with you. 

Running the beads through your fingers you clenched your thighs together, the thoughts of something new enhancing the lust you already had for Pierre.

“I wanna try them.” You whispered.

Pierre watched every part of you, completely fascinated with your existence. Your relationship was very casual, a needs must basis. From his first day at Alpine meeting you as their reserve driver, he always thought you were a beautiful person but something about the innocence you radiated whilst holding such a corrupt item made Pierre want to completely destroy you. 

He wanted to watch you squirm and whimper his name.

“Fuck it.” Before you knew it the Frenchman had you pinned against the dressing room wall with his lips moulded to yours.

His fingers twisted with yours, taking the beads out of your hands.

Your body sensitive to Pierre’s touch, reacted to every brief brush from his fingertips. 

A slight nip of your bottom lip had your hips bucking into Pierre’s strong figure, begging for some relief from the pent up lust coursing through your veins.

Pierre’s hand slipped down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks roughly causing you to moan into his mouth.

“Jump Y/N.” 

You jumped with the help of Pierre’s grip on you ass and wrapped your legs round his waist. Lips still locked together,  you laced your fingers through his hair and tugged at the ends, causing delicious grunts and moans to echo from the back of Pierre’s throat. 

Pierre wondered over to the dressing table and gently placed you down. His fingers ghosting over your thighs as he slowly kissed across your jawline and down to the most sensitive spot on your neck.

“Please do something Pierre.” You moaned.

His fingers ran over your core, the slight pressure sending pleasure throughout your body.

You pushed your hips forward hinting to Pierre you wanted more.

“Oh desperate for my fingers again like the little slut you are?”

All you could do was moan at Pierre’s degrading words.

“Answer me Y/N.” Pierre’s hand wandered around your neck and gripped tightly forcing you to hold the Frenchman’s eye contact.

“I need your fingers again Pierre, please. I need you.” You begged.

A deep growl came from Pierre, clearly turned on from how needy you were for him.

Without hesitation, Pierre dipped his two fingers into your panties and circled them around your clit. 

Pleasure coursed through your body. Pierre watched as you tilted your head back in pure ecstasy as he continued to play games with you. The pace he was swirling his fingers over your clit had you almost screaming, constantly changing from slow with more pressure to quick attacks building your orgasm up left you a complete mess.

“You going to be a good girl and cum for me?” Pierre whispered in your ear.

Your pussy clenched for him as you nodded you head franticly. 

“Cum for me mon cherie.”

On command you lost every last ounce of control you had. Your body jolted as the pleasure Pierre had given you took over your whole being. 

“Good girl” Pierre cooed as he placed his hand over your moan silencing the moans of his name.

He held you as you came down from your orgasm high.

“Fuck Y/N you came hard.” Pierre groaned.

Both of you looked down at the mess you had left on the dressing table, you arousal had soaked your panties and had leaked onto the surface leaving it glistening.

The pair of you fell into a comfortable silence as you caught your breathe and composed yourself.

“Y/N do you trust me to try something?” Pierre asked whilst fiddling with the simulation beads that were left on the side.

You gulped “Yes I trust you.”

“I want you to have these inside of you whilst we do this interview.” Pierre ran the beads over your bare thighs, making you shiver.

Pierre continued to tease you with the beads. He ran them over your clothed cunt.

“Take your panties off Y/N.” Pierre demanded.

You lifted your hips and slipped the drenched cotton down your things from them to drop down the rest of your legs to the floor.

“Good girl, now move forward and spread your legs.” Pierre’s eyes flicked down to your dripping cunt.

You did as you were told, moaning as the cold air hit your core.

The beads were dragged up your thigh and between your legs. The cold metal balls ran gently through your folds, gathering all of your arousal. Your hips bucked at the strange sensation.

“Need them nice and wet.” Pierre groaned as he held the balls up to the light.

“Hmm think they need to be wetter.” The Frenchman gathered his own spit and spat it out onto the balls in his hand.

“Wetter I think, come on mon cherie spit.” Pierre moved his hand just under your chin and gave you a little nod.

You let your spit coat the balls in his hand.

“Perfect.” You watched Pierre mix all the liquids together, lubricating the balls to make sure they were ready to go inside you.

Pierre knelt down, eye level with your cunt.

“Just relax Y/N, this will make you feel so good.” Pierre cooed as he licked up your inner thigh.

Shivers ran down your spine as you felt the cold metal near your entrance. Pierre slowly inserted the toy giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck, your pussy is taking it so well.” Pierre praise made your pussy clench.

A pornagraphic moan fell from your lips at the new sensation of the beads being fully inside you.

“I’ll be keeping those.” Pierre giggled as he picked your panties up from the floor and shoved them in the back pocket of his jeans.

You didn’t even have it in you to protest as you were dazed in a cloud of continuous pleasure as every movement resulted in a new wave of pleasure running through you.

“Five minutes till we are live Pierre.” Someone knocked on the dressing room door.

“Oui, I’ll be out in a second.”

Pierre helped you off the dressing table, resting his hands on your hips as he steadied you on your feet. He grabbed you Alpine team top and denim skirt from the floor.

You quickly popped your clothes on with small gasps of pleasure as every movement caused you to clench round the foreign object inside of you causing Pierre to smirk at you.

Both you and Pierre met Esteban at the side of the stage. 

“Hey Y/N, you excited for this interview?” Esteban wrapped his arm round your shoulder and pulled you into him.

You locked eyes with Pierre’s as they darkened with jealousy. The look he gave you was fair from a typical look of jealous, it was a promise of what he was going to do to you later for being so comfortable with Esteban touching you.

You squeezed your thighs together and a moan erupted from you. Quickly you tried to cover it with a cough.

“You okay Y/N?” Esteban patted your back to help with your fake cough.

You gave him a weak smile and nodded.

“Please welcome to the stage Esteban Ocon, Pierre Gasly and Y/N Y/L/N from the BWT Alpine Formula One Team.” The crow erupted with cheers.

Pierre grabbed your wrist just before you walked out “You are not going to be able to walk tomorrow after I am done with you mon cherie.”

[leclerced]

Oof the idea of getting Seb roped in and Bunny bringing his rbr era cockiness out would be.. chef’s kiss.

I’m just imagining that Seb was her first crush from Formula 1 when she first started following the sport, so when he visited at Suzuka, she would just be super bashful and revert back to her old child hood self who had Seb posters up. And he’d laugh about it, teasing her about how every time he looked at her or had the smallest bit of accidental contact as they inspected the bee houses or he walked by her in hospitality, she just immediately turned red. And Mark would tease Oscar about this, letting him know that his protégé’s girlfriend wasn’t even insusceptible to Seb’s charm and it was just like the days where the other WAGS even had the smallest crush on Seb because of his outgoing and friendly personality.

Seeing Bunny’s reaction and hearing this would of course would prompt Oscar to invite Seb to “hang out” and get to know Bunny, the girl who has half of the grid wrapped around her little finger. And Seb would be curious to see why Lance would be dropping off gifts at McClaren hospitality, why Max and Charles would joke so closely with Oscar and Lando about how she seemed so tired.

But what really gets me? The way Lando would react, seeing who he thought was the most wholesome, gentlemanly grid dad revert back to the man who would openly flirt with reporters and ask their about their break plans, the way he would cockily tease and taunt Bunny during their time together and curse quietly in German and tell her she was his good girl.

I think Lando’s brain would short circuit watching the way he dommed Bunny because while he knew about Seb’s past, the only persona HE had met was the wise and generous elder on the grid who wanted a tree planted in his name for a Christmas gift, not playboy Seb who had Bunny’s ankles around his neck and her begging for more.

AHHH this is my new fav concept goodbye

bunny’s so confident w everyone else because she knows the power she holds over them, but it all slips away around seb. since he only retired a year before she would have met him before, but it all starts after he retires so like, she was okay around him before because he wouldn’t be an option. he’d know he’s one of her favorite drivers, if not her favorite, so when he returns to suzuka and she sees him for the first time after it starts, she can’t stop thinking about fucking him. she’d just stay with lando or oscar and watch seb interact with everyone, waiting for him to come over so she can rope him in. she’s thinking about the way he used to flirt with everyone and wonders if she can bring that part of him back out. planning what lines she can use to make him blush, but then he comes over and is talking to oscar and she just short circuits, she can’t function. she’s got stars in her eyes and she’s just… brainless. as soon as he walks away oscar’s teasing her over it and mark is like don’t sweat it bunny, we’ve all been there. he has that effect on women. and she’s like uhh no i mean- i’ve met him before idk what just happened??

he was charles’s mentor so he’d catch charles looking too long, or catch him with a hand on her waist, and he’d be like “charlie i have been involved with taken women, do not make the same mistakes i did. stay out of it, she doesn’t need a third boyfriend.” charles knows seb can keep a secret so he’s the one to let it slip, so when oscar’s asking him to come hang out with him and bunny… sebastian’s got ideas brewing in his head. he’s thinking about when he arrived at the paddock and was saying hello to everyone and he pulled her in for a hug and her voice was shaky and low as she said hello and then wouldn’t meet his eyes while he talked to oscar and mark. every time he sees her after that he finds a reason to touch her, like brushing her hair behind her ear, putting a hand on her waist when he’s walking by. he likes the way she reacts to him barely touching her, notices the little smirk on oscar’s face because he’s seeing her reactions too and knows what he’s doing.

bunny would be so frustrated at the end of each day, asking oscar why seb keeps touching her and oscar asks “do you want him to stop?” and she almost cries bc that is the last thing she wants. every little event he does for his bee project, he’s finding a way to get her attention, saying something dirty to oscar and looking over to see her blushing and squirming. he’d be asking her to help him with stuff, saying everyone else is too busy. maybe he wouldn’t even ask her, he’d ask oscar if he could borrow her like she’s not even there and ofc she’d follow him like a puppy dog wherever he wants. he’d be making dirty jokes, toeing the line of flirting and not. oscar and lando are reaping the benefits of all of seb’s teasing. oscar lets her get all pent up before slipping seb a room card, and he wouldn’t even need to say anything, seb takes it and shows up with condoms and lube and probably silk ties or smth.

then suddenly sebastian’s at every other race and no one even bats an eye when he’s caught flirting with bunny time and time again except lando, they’re all used to it but he can never get the sight of oscar and sebastian tag teaming her out of his head. sebastian would put her in positions he didn’t think possible, they’d fuck her until she’d gone completely silent and lando’s asking them to stop bc he’s kinda worried when she doesn’t respond to his check-in but as soon as seb and oscar back off, she’s crying for them to come back. she’d be so lost in how good she felt she didn’t hear lando, so when suddenly it stops she completely falls apart begging them not to stop and lando feels terrible for ruining what would have been an earth shattering orgasm. he’d never be able to look at him the same, and oscar would have a new best friend.

[sourstroll]

Summer Of Cum 2023

Day 9 - Premature ejaculation

Pairing: Carlos/Lando

WC: 1080

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Lando had always had a hard time believing people when they said they liked him.

When Carlos first admitted to him that he liked him as more than a friend, he had thought it was a joke, genuinely. Carlos took action immediately, though, proved to him instantly that it was true by kissing him and not pulling away until Lando reciprocated.

Now, a few years on and a move to another team later, Lando still struggled to believe it sometimes. Carlos had never let up, never stopped professing his love or touching him wherever he could while cameras were watching.

It felt too good to be true, having Carlos in his lap while they made out, hot and sweaty and too drunk to be making good decisions.

Carlos had been glued to his side all night, whispering things in his ear that Lando couldn’t repeat, quite handsy as he got more and more intoxicated.

Technically, this was supposed to be a celebration for Max, the club full of other drivers and their girlfriends, as well as a few team principles. Lando had only shown up because Carlos insisted. Even after not being teammates for a couple of years, Lando still couldn’t get out of the habit of doing anything he asked him to do. They’d snuck into one of the private VIP rooms and hoped to God it wasn’t booked tonight.

“What about Charles, huh?” Lando asked between kisses, both to tease and as a serious question. He knew their relationship wasn’t completely innocent, and he didn’t want to upset Charles if it was more serious between them than they led on. “I’m not making out with his boyfriend, am I?” Lando chuckled, hands shamelessly going to unbutton Carlos’s shirt.

“No,” Carlos sighed and went to kiss Lando’s neck as he undressed him, unsteady and sloppy, wishing he could just have Lando inside of him already. “Well- Yes, but- it’s okay. Seriously,” Carlos insisted, pulling away when Lando started to tug his shirt off. “He knows about how we used to be. And that I like you too,” Carlos murmured, fingers shakily unbuttoning Lando’s shirt as well, smiling softly when he felt Lando’s hands on his hairy chest.

Lando is surprised to hear that Charles was apparently okay with this. He supposed it made sense, especially since Charles’s fling with Max was no secret to the rest of the grid, but it was still a bit jarring that they were open, yet still together. “What if I fuck you so good you’ll want to come back to me?” Lando purred and kissed Carlos again, the Spaniard moaning into his mouth, obviously liking the way he was talking.

“I love him,” Carlos said and instinctively grinded his hips down against Lando, their clothed cocks rubbing together, making Carlos’s brain feel mushy. “I love you too,” he smirked, still rolling his hips against him as he kissed Lando once more.

Lando gasped as Carlos grinded into him, his hands landing on Carlos’s ass, helping him move back and forth. He was speechless at Carlos’s words, even though he’d heard him say it before. It still felt unreal to have someone so beautiful, so perfect, so talented, love him.

Lando doesn’t check to see if the door to the room is locked before he laid Carlos back on the bench they were sitting on, almost immediately going to unbutton his pants. “Fucker,” he huffed out, hurriedly tugging Carlos’s pants and boxers off. “Every time I think I’m over you, you say some shit like that,” he murmured, going to start a tirade of kisses all over his chest, all while his hand wrapped around Carlos’s heavy cock, hard and leaking in his fist, wanting Lando’s touch badly.

Carlos could do nothing but lay there and take it, listening to Lando express his woes about their strange relationship. “Stop it,” he whined, a reaction to Lando stroking him slowly, his legs wrapping around Lando to pull him closer. “Don’t get over me, please,” he begged, head tipping back as Lando’s lips started a trail down his tummy, nipping his hip bones playfully.

“I won’t,” Lando assured, tongue darting out to lick a fat stripe up the length of Carlos’s cock, humming as his lips wrapped around the head.

Carlos’s eyes widened at how electric Lando’s tongue felt, much too worked up to react normally. He hadn’t been touched by Lando in a good while, and being drunk just made everything feel fuzzy and warm at the edges. “Lando,” he groaned, tangling a hand into his hair when Lando started bobbing his head, sucking his length down with ease.

Before Carlos could even process what was happening, he could feel his body tighten up and release without warning, his cock twitching as he came in Lando’s mouth. Carlos let out a pitiful moan, feeling both embarrassed and greedy about it, about how much he loved Lando. He’d never done this before, never finished himself off before they even started. It was a lot to handle, both his feelings and his desire for Lando, but he’d never thought it would make him come so fast.

Lando pulled off in surprise, watching the rest of Carlos’s come spurt out and drip down his fist, spitting out the rest over the head, stroking him through it despite his shock. That was definitely new. If anything, it was usually Lando who struggled to last very long when he was turned on. It felt good to know that he made Carlos this way, so sensitive that he couldn’t even last a minute. “Oh, you poor thing,” Lando chuckled sweetly and let go of his cock, giving Carlos a break before they continued.

Carlos struggled to catch his breath, still processing what he’d just done. Sure, Charles had pulled orgasms out of him pretty quickly before, but never like this. “I don’t- I didn’t mean to-“ he tried to explain between big breaths, only relaxing when he felt Lando’s lips kiss him on the cheek, then his lips, sweet and simple.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Lando murmured. “I’m sexy, I know it’s hard to contain yourself,” he joked, laughing when Carlos shoved gently at his shoulder. “I love you too,” he said, punctuating his joke with something that would soothe the older man’s embarrassment.

Carlos’s hands went to cover his face, still processing what had just occurred. “I know,” he murmured, muffled by his hands. “I love you too much,” he decided.

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[theemporium]

i love how you write oscar so had to send an idea in! oscar blurb where they're all dressed up and he can't keep his hands off her even though he usually very reserved in regard to PDA, maybe they're at an awards ceremony or clubbing with other boys from the grid?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Lando had practically begged Oscar to join the rest of the grid to come out with them after the season ended.

He was a rookie. He just completed his first full year in Formula one. And, fuck, they did a pretty damn good job compared to where they started. They ended the season on a high. They deserved to go out and get shit-faced drunk now that there were no race weekends or dietary requirements holding them back.

It took a solid twenty minutes of pestering before Oscar eventually agreed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to celebrate with Lando. It was just that clubbing was never really his scene. And truthfully, he was fucking exhausted and just wanted to pass out in his bed with no concerns to wake up unforgivably early in the morning.

But you had been right there with Lando, persuading him that it was the right way to sign off his rookie year in Formula One.

Except to everyone’s shock (maybe not as much yours), Oscar mixed with alcohol and exhaustion seemed to throw every aspect of personal space and PDA right out the window.

“Ease off, mate, she isn’t going anywhere!” Lando barked out in laughter as he watched Oscar reach out for you.

You had disappeared for a few seconds just to help Logan carry some drinks back to the table. You were barely at arm’s length from the booth before Oscar was reaching out, his arms hooking around your waist as he pulled you down onto his lap.

“Oscar, the drinks!” You laughed, but the boy didn’t care about the tequila splashing against his trousers and shoes. He just nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as he muttered something about missing you under his breath.

“Fucking hell, he’s like—one of those grabby things!” Lando commented, snorting a little at the sight in front of him.

Logan blinked. “You mean a leech?”

Lando nodded furiously. “Yes, he’s one of those!”

“Just wanna hug my pretty girlfriend,” Oscar huffed, his hands splayed on your thighs where your dress had ridden up a little. “Shoot me.”

“I think you’re pretty too,” you whispered back to him, ignoring the exaggerated gag the other boys at the table let out as you turned your head to look at him.

Oscar lifted his head, a massive grin spread across his face and his cheeks flushed from the drinks he had. “Really? You think I’m pretty?”

“The prettiest,” you confirmed as you leaned down to peck his lips.

“Thank you, baby,” he hummed, clearly delighted with your words as his fingers continued to stroke up and down your thighs.

“Ugh, they are basically fucking!”

Oscar rolled his eyes at his teammate and huffed once again. “I’m allowed to fuck my pretty girlfriend!”

“Not in front of me, mate!”

“You wish you could see,” Oscar grumbled, arms tightening around your waist as he pressed his face against your shoulder. You could feel him yawning against your skin, his lips brushing over the straps of your dress despite his attempt to hide it.

“I think we can raincheck on that offer,” you snorted, watching as Lando dramatically shuddered in response. “I want one more dance with my pretty boy before we go, hm?”

Oscar looked up, blinking a few times before smiling. “One more dance.”

You left the booth, hand in hand with Oscar as you made your way to the dance floor with the boy pressed up behind you like he refused to keep any distance between you.

“If they shag in this club, I’ll never sleep peacefully again.”

“Might wanna look away then, dude.”

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[formula1fanfiction]

Logan Sargeant / Oscar Piastri

Title: First heat

Pairing: Logan Sargeant / Oscar Piastri

Characters: Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri

Prompt: Logan thought he was a Beta at least until his first heat arrives.

rating: 18+

A/N: This is part 7 of the ABO series, this can be read as a stand alone story but you can find Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 part 4 Part 5 part 6 here. :)

Logan's in the Williams garage with Alex and a few other members going through the statistics for the next race. He can barely concentrate though, it's getting extremely hot in here, sweat is pooling off his face.

"Logan are you okay?" Alex says from somewhere, Logan shivers despite how sweaty he is. The alpha scent is a lot stronger than normal in here, it's something he's never really noticed before. "Logan?" Alex says again, it's only then he realised he'd never responded to his teammate.

"Yeah, i'm just really hot. I must have a fever or something." Alex smiles at him it's laced with pity. Alex touches his forehead with the back of his hand, it sends shockwaves through his body, he mewls somewhat embarrassingly at the contact. Why is he acting like this?  

"You're a Beta right Logan?"  Of course he is, that's what he was a teenager and he's never had heats, ruts or anything like that. He's just getting sick that's all. Logan can only manage a nod as another wave washes over, this time he feels something wet leaking from his arse.

"I think you're an omega Logan." Alex says gently, he takes a step back, keeping a good distance from him. "I'm a beta." He protests weakly, he can't be an omega. Logan watches over Alex's shoulder as James walks over. "I can smell it too Logan, you must be a late bloomer."

"I can't be..." He doesn't know why he's still protesting, his body is screaming at him to submit to Alex or James, his cock is rock hard and his arse is leaking like a fucking tap. How fucking embarrassing, it's a good thing the two alpha's have kept a good distance because Logan wants to beg them to fuck him.

"Why don't you just go back to your hotel room. We'll talk when you feel better." Logan practically runs away, before his instincts make him do something he'll regret.

As soon as he's back in his hotel room, he strips off his clothes with such fury they are sure to be torn. It's only then he starts to cry, what the fuck does he do now? He goes through the other omega's on the grid, Pierre, Charles, Lando, George. None of them would ever give him the time of day. All he wants is a fucking knot.   

In the end he calls Oscar. "I need your help." The crying is so obvious in his voice, he hears the Australian gasp on the other end of the phone. "Tell me what's wrong?" Logan wipes his tears away with the back of his hand. "I came into heat." Oscar agrees to come over straight away and luckily he doesn't have to wait too long to hear the knock at the door.

"I thought you were a beta." Oscar looks a very naked Logan up and down and takes a deep breath. "Logan before you let me in you know what's going to happen right?" Logan knows exactly what's going to happen, he needs it. "If it means you're going to fuck me, the yes please. Oscar doesn't move and it's torture having an alpha this close doing nothing. "Logan think about this, are you sure because i'm finding it pretty hard to hold myself back."

"Fuck me, please." That's all it takes for Oscar to be all over him, kissing and biting at every exposed piece of skin as he's pushed back onto the bed. "Fuck Logi, you smell so fucking good." Oscar smashes his lips against Logan's its full of teeth and tongue, Logan is struggling to keep up. There must be a puddle of slick underneath Logan.

Oscar please, I can't take it anymore. Please, please, please." Oscar takes pity on him and helps him onto his hands and knees. "Don't worry baby, i'll help you, I promise." Oscar sinks three fingers into the wet heat to test how open the American is. "You're my first, can't promise i'll be any good." Logan is just happy to hear he's not the only one losing his virginity.

Finally fucking finally Oscar starts sinking into him, his strong hands holding Logan's hips for leverage. Logan feels like he's on fire, he's no idea if it's pleasure or just the heat talking. It feels so good exactly what Logan needs. "Oscar, please." Logan doesn't even know what he's begging for but Oscar understands him. "Shh baby, I got you."

"Move, please." Logan whines, pushing back on Oscar's cock. The Aussie growls loudly an does start to move, slowly at first but soon works his way up to quick hard pace. Each hard thrust into his body feels even better than the last one. Logan's body sighs with relief at being stuffed full with cock.

"Fuck Logi, can't tell you how long i've wanted you for." Oscar catches Logan's prostate, the American can barely get anything out other than loud moans as Oscar slams into over and over again. "Even when I thought you were a beta." Logan feel Oscar's knot start to form, he really can't wait for it.

Oscar must be close now, he's slamming into Logan with such a brutal pace that the bed shakes along with them. "I'll make you feel good baby." Oscar's lips are on his ear as he wraps his fist around Logan's cock stroking him to the same pace as his thrusts. Logan's body is so over whelmed with pure red hot pleasure he doesn't last much longer. He screams Oscar's name over and over again as he comes over his fist.

"Beautiful little omega." Oscar plants a kiss onto Logan's temple as he thrusts into him impossibly fast, his knot swelling bigger and bigger with every thrust. Logan cries out underneath him, his own clenching down around the knot. His knot finally catches and Logan's stuffed full of Oscar, just like he wanted.

Oscar rearranges them until they are in a spooning position. He keeps pressing little kisses on the back of Logan's sweaty neck until his knot finally pops and Logan is filled up with the warmth of his seed.

"I don't know much about heats but I think you'll need to go again soon, i'll help you through it. I promise." Logan can barely hear him, his eyes are already closing, ready for sleep.