#in which reader wins the wdc

[leviscolwill]

sanctuary

pairing: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: after an eventful singapore gp, the only thing you can think of is your comfy bed but your body has another plan and your boyfriend isn't happy about that. [wc: 1,6k]

req: Ferrari driver reader x jude where she feels a bit dizzy after a race and kind of faints when they get at the hotel, like just fluff with him taking care of her + CAN YOU WRITE JUDE ANGST THEN FLUFF IDC ABT THE SCENARIO JS JUDE ANGST IN JUDE X DRIVER READER 🙏🙏

contents: established relationship, charles is reader's teammate, ferrari being good au (impossible ik), reader faints, jude is a worried bf, barely has angst ngl 🏃‍♀️, nothing else i think

note: i have no idea how to write about fainting and it probably shows. ALSO, i wrote most of this at 1am so i hope it makes sense (probably doesn't but we move😪)

now playing: sanctuary by joji (nectar)

usually you would say you absolutely loved singapore. the track was one of your favourites on the calendar and you practically counted down the days to this race. but this week was probably the most difficult of your entire career in motorsports. of course, marina bay had never been an easy race, and the weather conditions in singapore were only making it harder to handle. but this year, no number of ice bath and cold shower could appease the dizzying headache that plagued your weekend.

and to add to that, everyone at the team has been stressing you out about the championship. obviously, you were grateful that you could finally fight for one, ferrari had built the perfect car this season. but this came with a price, fighting against charles for the title. you were great friends with your teammate but you had to admit your relationship took a toll with the constant tension between the two of you throughout the season. anyone wearing a bright red kit kept reminding you that you needed to be careful on track, that if you crashed with anyone, but especially with charles, you'd be in great trouble.

thankfully your boyfriend joined you after qualifying, and made your weekend instantly better. he noticed something was wrong right away. of course, you told jude about your struggles but he didn't expect to find you in this state.

"maybe you shouldn't race tomorrow..?"

you took a glance at jude, laid down on the hotel room bed, to check if he actually meant what he just uttered only to find a very serious look on his face.

"yeah, i'll just call fred to tell him i'm feeling sick and don't care about the championship anymore, that's definitely the best choice i have." sarcasm dripped out of your words as jude rolled his eyes.

"just because you had a bad day, doesn't mean you have to give me an attitude." it was your turn to roll your eyes. you quietly got under the sheets and muttered a barely audible 'goodnight', clearly not having the energy to argue with him tonight.

as you closed your eyes you felt jude turn around to wrap you in his arms around you.

"i'm just worried for my girl, that's all." he said, softly kissing your hair. you turned around to face him, having to trace his face before finding his lips because of the darkness of the room, and pressed a quick kiss on his lips.

"i appreciate your concern, i really do. but this race is so much more important than a silly headache. i'll be okay." you kissed him again for good measure. "you're gonna have to trust me with this one."

"i always trust you." the two of you talked some more before falling asleep in each other's arms.

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the only thing you could think of when you stepped out of your car was your bed. as expected the race had been particularly draining and truth be told, you didn't know if you would be able to stand on the podium in your state. you managed to score a satisfying p2, well it would have been more satisfying if charles wasn't standing on the highest step of the podium, with a 4-point difference before catching on you in the driver's standing.

when the whole team congratulated you on your results, it felt like you were in a fever dream, barely making out what was real and what wasn't. you didn't even notice jude talking to you before he snapped his fingers in front of you.

"are you okay ? should i take you to the medics ?" he asked in a worried tone.

"i'm alright... just need to get through the podium." which did not happen. you ran off stage as soon as the italian anthem stopped ringing in your ears. it was all too much, the heat, the noise, the exhaustion, the pressure. all too much to handle for you.

when you joined jude, he was already talking with your pr manager, telling her you wouldn't be able to do any media work right now. it was the truth, not a petty lie to get away with it. you genuinely felt even more lightheaded (if that was possible) at the sole thought of having to go through a dozen interviews.

seeing you barely standing straight must have conceived her, so soon enough you were on your way back to the hotel in a cab jude called.

you quietly laid your head on jude's shoulder. he barely said a word to you since the podium incident, only asking how you felt, if you drank enough water, and how many hours of sleep you had. you watched him as he typed things on his phone in total silence. you wondered if he was mad at you for putting yourself in such a situation or only worried. regardless, you felt a pang of sadness in your heart thinking about it before drifting off.

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as soon as jude opened your hotel room's door, you felt your legs giving up on you, your hands found the wall to steady yourself. you could hear jude's voice but couldn't make out what he was saying, like you were underwater.

you tried making it to the bed, but you fell down on your knees and just propped your back against it, waiting a minute before getting up, to get your head to stop spinning uncontrollably.

"y/n. are you okay ?" you felt your boyfriend kneeling down next to you and could finally understand his words, but it felt like they were resonating in your brain, only worsening your headache.

"i'm fine, i'm fine... i just need a moment." you didn't want to worry jude more than he already was, although the weak tone of your voice alarmed him more than anything. you felt him shift around you, and caught a glimpse of him coming back from the bathroom before your eyes shut.

when you woke up, you were laid on the bed with a wet cloth on your forehead. and the first thing you saw was a wide-eyed jude handing you a glass of water.

"i thought about making you drink when you were... asleep? but i didn't want to drown you. so i waited for you to wake up." he was talking fast, too fast for you to fully understand his nonsense.

"hello to you too." your voice was still weak but you felt much better than at the race track. you quickly took a few sips of water before jude tried drowning you for good.

"what's that ?" you asked pointing at the cloth still laying on your face.

"some website said that's what you're supposed to do when your irresponsible girlfriend faints." you hid your face in your pillow at his accusatory words.

"no, but seriously y/n. do you have any idea of how worried i was ? imagine if something wrong happened. god, i knew i shouldn't have let you race..." his words had an angry tone to them and you were confused as to why jude was mad at you over hypothetical scenarios.

"but nothing wrong happened, i even got points. are you not proud of me ?"

"are you being serious right now ? you know i'm always proud of you, points or no points. but you think i'm gonna clap for you after putting yourself in danger like that ?" jude's tone got somewhat angrier but he kept going.

"fuck, when you fainted i already saw myself explaining everything to your mum. you can't take those risks, especially when you drive a fast car for a living. you can understand that right ?"

you felt tears well up in your eyes at his words, thinking about how worried he must have been this whole time.

"i'm sorry, it's just... i've been thinking about the championship a lot. i guess that clouded my judgment." you wiped away your tears quickly, before jude could notice them but it was too late.

"hey, hey, hey... you shouldn't be saying sorry to me, you probably spent a worse weekend than i did anyway. i'm not mad at you but at the situation, alright ?" his fingers stroke the wet spots under your eyes, wiping what was left of your tears away. "i'm proud of you, and happy for your points. but you're not winning a championship by making your dangerous job even more dangerous." his voice and his eyes were soft and you felt your chest get significantly warmer.

"you're right..." the room got silent for a couple seconds at your words.

"what was that ? i couldn't hear you babe" jude had a shit-eating grin on his face and you knew exactly what he wanted, and it almost made you physically sick to give him this satisfaction.

"i said... you'reright." you tried getting those terrible words out as fast as you could, but he wasn't happy with that.

"mmh mmh, that won't do... say it nice and loud for me love." you felt your face heat up, both in fluster and embarrassment at his words.

"you're right." your words had a defeated tone to them, but jude decided that would be enough by the way he didn't taunt you anymore.

he moved and got under the covers with you, even though you were gonna have to get up again as you were both still dressed. he just wanted to share this little moment of peace with you.

"you know, it's crazy how you drive the fastest car in the world but can't survive singapore's heat for a weekend." you playfully elbowed jude's ribs at his teasing.

you were grateful to have someone like jude to support you and your intense lifestyle, but also someone to talk about silly little things, legs tangled under the sheets.

[ipushhimback]

wife, actually

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: none, this is pure fluff words: 600

summary: who would have guessed why lando hasn’t been active on social media the entire off season…

It was the first interview Lando gave in 2025. Over the off season he hadn’t been active on social media at all, and the fans already started to be confused.

„So, Lando. What do you wish for this season?“

„Well of course winning the WDC this year. I got really close last year and was really sad and mad at myself when i didn’t make it.“ Lando looked around the room that was full of reporters and fans. 

But then his eyes found you. He smiled at you which made his eyes glow.

„But you were still really focused in the last races. Managed finishing P1 in Abu Dhabi which secure you the win of the WCC for McLaren in over two decades. How did you do that?“, the reporter asked. 

„I just focused on not letting the team down and it helped to be around people who are important to me and helped me stay focused and not get distracted by being mad at myself for not winning the driver‘s championship.“

The reporter nodded.

„So your girlfriend was with you the whole time? Was she the one who helped you?“

Lando grinned even more when he looked at you and saw you giving a small nod.

„Wife, actually. We got married during off season. That’s why we weren’t active on social media over the last couple months. We just wanted to spend some time together and enjoy being a married couple. But to answer your question, yes. She was the person who was there for me and made sure i didn’t lose focus or freak out.“

You smiled at Lando. You both hadn’t exactly planned on telling everyone yet that you were married but this was the perfect situation for Lando. He just had to tell everyone that you were now officially his wife. That you were now carrying his last name.

“Oh? That’s great! Congratulations! When did you propose to her? I can’t believe the fans didn’t notice”, the reporter asked surprised.

“Well actually it was during off season but we didn’t want to wait any longer so when we were drunk we flew to Vegas and well… we came home married”, Lando laughed nervously. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic story to tell but he didn’t really care. It was his and his wife’s story which made it extremely special.

“Well. Again, congratulations you two.”

Lando was asked a couple more questions before being able to leave and go to his wife.

“I thought you didn’t want to tell everyone yet?”, you teased Lando as he ran towards you.

“Well, he said you were my girlfriend. I just had to correct him, didn’t I?” Your husband leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to your lips.

“You really didn’t have to tell them we got married in Vegas… it is embarrassing.” You buried your face in Lando’s chest.

“No, baby. It is not embarrassing. It is cute! It just means we love each other so much we couldn’t wait to be married. You are now Mrs. Lando Norris. Isn���t that cool.” Lando looked at you with that wide grin that made you fall in love with him when you first saw him.

“It is. I am the luckiest woman in the world thanks to that.” You grinned back at him and got on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“And also we will soon have to tell that story to our little one, right?” Lando placed his hands on your belly.

“Yes. I guess we will”, you said smiling. “I still want that wedding party though. I really wanna wear a white dress and have cake. A big cake.”

A/N: I am sick so you only get a small fic today <3 thanks for liking my stuff

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[hamilando]

ੈ✩ cowboy ride or ring ? (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : max verstappen x norris! reader

summary: a move will test where the heart lies

tw : fluff, suggestive

fc : nailea devora

a/n : this was requested anonymously ! lysm 🫶🏻

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wdcrider being a cowgirl for halloween because my riding skills have no complains

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chillijr why sing up for pornhub when the whole thing is right here

lordpercival you are going to get your account banned

wdcrider we will just do community service 💪🏻

max1 it’s meta not FIA

norriz CAN YOU LIKE NOT !?

norriz HOW ARE YOU AN INTROVERT !?

norriz MAx !? CONTROL YOUR FREAK

wdcrider how I feel knowing I am the only norris who gets to suck the verstappen dick

norriz AND I HAVE NO INTEREST IN HIM Y/N

norriz unless he lets me win the wdc, I don’t mind sucking

max1 ew

max1 you both are siblings fr

lilyhye but my girl is serving looks, SLAY MOMMY

wdcrider ITS SLAY COWGIRL

norizz ew, EW, eW, Ew

wdcrider telling mum about your 231 hookups

norizz EXCUSE ME !? I AM ALSO TELLING MUM

wdcrider about what? how I have one dick since like 4 years or that you can’t stay fixed on one ?

norriz HEY! I WAS COMMITED FEW TIMES

wdcrider ONLY TWICE, ONCE FOR LIKE A YEAR AND THE SECOND TIME FOR LIKE 3 MONTHS !?

norriz not my fault

wdcrider accept it, you don’t last with anyone for more than 5 days, surprised how you are with mclaren for so long

georgey calm down you two ratatouille rats, doesn’t lando’s recent situationship follow you ?

norriz fuck, bye , I don’t get married, it’s all on you dear sister

wdcrider well I am getting married because of you dear brother, so thank you 🤩

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wdcrider my man got me pink drink to show off my ring, what did yours do ?

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alexmieux mine didn’t get a FIA penalty 🤭

lilyhye mine crashed his car 😉

carvroom mine is obsessing over Lewis

rebecamour mine is jobless

chillijr I do have a seat at Williams.

wdcrider technically jobless

albono what do you mean all these years …?

colawithice yes alex, I am off to redbull

wdcrider I AM ADOPTING YOU COLAPINTO

colawithice MOMMY 🤓

max1 sorry, I am young to be a dad

wdcrider who asked you to be the dad?

colawithice mommy 😚

wdcrider it’s ok baby, you go beat him

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wdcrider max said that he will only marry me if I finish my finals

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norriz great, you both are never marrying

norriz you pass any of your subjects and I am laying for your honeymoon

max1 well I am actually financially well off, so I can pay for it myself

wdcrider GO MY HUSBAND ! ! AND WAIT, LET HIM PAY

wdcrider I passed interior designing

norriz what bout the other 4 ?

wdcrider YOU SAID ANY

chillijr when is the wedding tho ?

wdcrider after yours and Rebecca

rebecamour 🤭🫶🏻

chillijr you really aren't getting married in this century

rebecamour the couch is waiting for you for the century

wdcrider blocked @ chillijr

wdcrider NO ONE TALKS TO MY WIFE LIKE THAT

wdcrider I WILL PUT A RING ON IT

rebecamour 😭🫶🏻

max1 return the one I gave then

wdcrider no refunds

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maxverstappen the one who gave me wings @ ynverstappen

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f1wags BREAKING ! FORMULA ONE WORLD CHAMPION MAX VERSTAPPEN IS MARRIED TO HIS LONG TIME GIRLFRIEND Y/N VERSTAPPEN. Currently no information is available as the couple seems to be very private about their relationship, the only picture which we could find of y/n is on alexandra mieux’s Instagram from 2021 when her account was private.

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user1 and I oop-

user2 well, that’s enough Instagram for today

user3 HELLOOO!?

user4 MAX YOU CANT DO THIS !?

user5 ITS LANDO'S SISTER !?

user6 oh god, the fights-

user7 MAX BAGGED THE NORRIS SISTER !?

user8 HOW IS MAX ALIVE ?

user9 Max may beat him in f1, but in life Lando will beat him up

user10 the amount of plot twists -

user11 now imagine saying Franco got the rebull seat

redbullracingf1 yes.

user11 BAHAHAH WHAT !?

user12 STOP, ENOUGH NEWS TO DIGEST FOR A DAY

[5sospenguinqueen]

Take A Break | Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Summary: Toto has been pushing himself too hard trying to get the upgrades sorted. As his concerned wife, you plan a surprise visit.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. Bad writing

Requested: Yes by Anon (Hope I did this justice)

2024 season. There's a little blurb halfway through as well.

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mercedesamgf1 boss man hard at work 

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ynwolff_official you better be looking after him

→ mercedesamgf1 yes, ma’am. we’re doing our best 

→ ynwolff_official tell him if he doesn’t stop working late, he’ll be in trouble when he comes home 

→ mercedesamgf1 stop making the admin team threaten me, schatz. they keep coming into my office shaking and you’ll get me into trouble with hr - toto 

user1 tell him to make an insta 

georgerussell63 he looks like a sith lord

→ ynwolff_official i think you mean, very handsome

→ georgerussell63 i’m not going to say that about my boss

→ alex_albon why not? you were telling me the other day that you think he looks much better in the white shirt than the black zip up 

user2 anyone else think he looks tired lately?

→ user2 he’s been working extra hard to get the upgrades ready, i’m guessing 

→ user3 plus wifey and jack haven’t been able to make a race in a while so he’s probably missing them after that triple header

user4 george won’t be getting those upgrades once yn tells toto that he wouldn’t admit he was handsome

→ mickschumacher i’ve already told 

→ georgerussell63 betrayal

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Strolling through the Hungaroring paddock, you kept a tight hold of your son’s hand. Bustling bodies brushed past, paying the the pair of you no heed, which worked well with your surprise.

Over the past few weeks, Toto had been working tirelessly to ensure the upgrades were ready and working in time for the Hungarian Grand Prix, albeit to the detriment of his own health. He’d been sleeping less, running himself ragged to ensure Mercedes didn’t remain fourth in the constructors. After winning at Red Bull Ring and Silverstone, he knew the potential was there. All he had to do was unlock it. But that had meant shorter calls with his wife and son, fewer responses to messages and a growing distance that he hated feeling during the season. And so, arranging a surprise visit during race weekend had been the most obvious solution.

Mercedes hat sat atop his dark hair, Jack babbled about everything he could see as the tall form of George Russell guided you towards the garage. 

“Hello, stranger.” Lewis’ voice met your ears when he caught sight of you. “Toto didn’t tell me you were coming. What’s up, little man?” 

George vanished into the back of the garage, searching for the Team Principal. Leaning over to the Brit, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the 7x WDC. Lewis gave your shoulders a squeeze before pulling Jack up into his arms, whisking him over to where the W15 was being polished. 

“George, this better be important. I was in the middle of an analysis report-.” A disgruntled Austrian accent filled the garage, bringing a smile to your face. You could picture the deep frown twisting his handsome’s features without even turning to see it.

“Liebe?” 

The silver arrows watched the tension seep out of their Team Principal’s face as he took in the appearance of his wife. Striding across the garage floor, he pulled you in for a tight hug, and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head. Aware of the eyes on you both, he had to refrain from pressing his lips to yours. Denying you both the deep kiss you truly desired.

“Surprise,” you whispered, slipping your arm around his waist. Your hand automatically rubbing soothing circles against his hip. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured into your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of home. 

“You sounded like you needed us.”

“I always need you.”

“Well, then, let’s go rescue your son from Lewis.”

Holed up in Toto’s office, the Wolff family basked in their first moment of family time since over a month. Toto had ordered everyone to leave them alone until qualifying was due to start or somebody was dying. Thankfully, the team listened and so he spent the past hour listening to his son tell him about school and watching Lewis win a race on telly.

Fussing over the amount of coffee cups in the waste bin, you turned to lecture your husband on his inability to get enough rest but paused, mouth open. Curled up on the deep couch pushed against the wall, Jack was snuggled into his father’s lap. His iPad had fallen to the side, and soft snores escaped from his mouth. Glasses askew, Toto’s chin rested on his son’s head, eyes closed tight. Father and son, exhausted from the excitement of their day.

Taking a quick picture on your phone, you smiled at the sight of your family. Reaching into Jack’s backpack, you pulled out his blanket, draping it over your favourite boys.

“Ich liebe dich,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads.

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mercedesamgf1 our favourite family 🐺

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georgerussell63 admin, you used the same quote for a photo of toto with me, lew and mick the other week?

→ mercedesamgf1 we were paid to do that 

→ alex_albon great now he’s crying 

→ landonorris ha! at least our admin love us more than zak

→ mclaren don’t tell on us! 

mercedesamgf1 inside scoop; toto asked us to print out the photo of yn and jack to put in his office 

mickschumacher does this mean i can take the little wolff karting?

→ ynwolff_official only if you promise to come for dinner

→ georgerussell63 and me? 

→ user5 poor toto can’t escape his drivers even during his time off because his wife adopted them all 

lewishamilton nice to see you and jack in the paddock again, yn

→ ynwolff_official and you, lew. hopefully we can attend a few more now that the summer holidays are here 

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ynwolff_official my favourite part of summer break is the view 

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mercedesamgf1 tell boss man to bring that smile back with him 

→ ynwolff_official don’t worry. i’ll be sending him back to work extra happy 

→ lewishamilton yn, love, this sounds less than family friendly 

→ ynwolff_official oops 

user6 oh she’s FEEDING us 

user7 has george joined you for a sleepover yet

→ ynwolff_official of course. he’s like the son i didn’t ask for 

→ georgerussell63 but you love anyway?

→ user8 silence speaks volumes 

user9 yn wolff thirst trapping her husband was not on my 2024 bingo 

→ user10 silly season is extra silly this year so yn obvi thought she would participate 

→ user11 and we love her for it

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Requests for F1 smau's are open. You can see who I write for on my masterlist :)

[vitalverstappen]

Cassandra - C. Leclerc

summary: when everyone believes you, what's that like?

pairing: Charles Leclerc x platonic teammate! reader

warnings: Mattia Binotto, swearing, some sexist comments

word count: 3k

a/n: in honor of max winning the WDC, i figured i'd post something. in honor of charles finally losing his shit on the team radio, i figured i'd post this. also it takes place during the 2022 season

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the tortured drivers department masterlist

2022 was supposed to be your year. You broke onto the F1 scene in 2020 with Haas after working your way up through F3 and F2, championing both levels of racing with ease. You proved yourself time and time again by consistently placing within the points in a less than superior car. 

That’s how you got the attention of Ferrari. They offered you a one year deal, and you couldn’t turn it down. You were okay with being the second driver, because you were racing for the most historic team in F1. 

Things started out great. The car was a major upgrade from the tractor you were driving with Haas, and the team actively listened to your input and took having a woman in the car seriously.

You and Charles also clicked instantly, which led to some amazing content for the social teams. 

“Anything you need, or feel needs changed, let us know. We’re a family here” Mattia said as he gave you the tour of the Ferrari factory.

You couldn’t have drawn up the first two races any better. Both you and Charles were on the podium and it looked like you two were going to give Max and Red Bull a run for their money in the championship races. 

The downward spiral started in Australia. From the moment you hit the track for the first time, something felt off. The car was sluggish, it took all of your strength to accelerate and brake properly. 

“There’s something wrong with the car.” you told the team, your frustration mounting. “It takes forever to accelerate and then when I do, I can’t break”

“Have you tried leg day?” Mattia asked, a smirk forming on his face, causing you to storm away and find your mechanics. 

The Australian Grand Prix ended up being a disaster. You struggled through the laps, barely able to keep up with the field. The car was just too much of a handful. Thirteen laps in, you hand no choice but to retire from the race. The speed was gone, and your confidence was shot. 

“I cannot believe he looked me in the eyes and said ‘try leg day’” You fumed as you barged into Charles’ driver room. The frustration was evident in every word, your anger still fresh from the weekend’s events. 

Charles looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at your entrance. “Well hello to you too” he said with a small chuckle. “What’s going on?” 

You let out a deep sigh and recounted the car troubles and the interaction with Mattia. “He actually said ‘try leg day’ to me, like it’s some kind of joke. What happened to ‘if you need anything, let me know’?”

Charles listened intently, a sympathetic look crossing his face. “Hopefully it was just an assembly issue” he said, trying to ease your frustration. ”Imola should go smoothly for the two of us. We both know you’re a hell of a driver.” 

Imola was next, and that was somehow even worse than Australia. Instead of acceleration and braking problems, the new issue was the engine. It had to be replaced between practice 3 and qualifying, only for the new one to fail during the race in Imola. 

“I have the utmost trust in my team.” You said during your press interviews “We’ve tried upgrades, but they’ve fallen flat. Hopefully Miami provides some better results” 

For Miami, the team had reverted your car back to the original set up, the one it had when the season started. The difference was night and day. The car felt responsive, alive in ways it hadn’t in the past few races. As you flew through all three practice sessions and qualifynig, you could feel the weight lift from your shoulders. You had been pushing the limits all weekend, and it had paid off - P2, only behind Charles. Things were looking up. 

The problem now was the strategy. As the number two driver, you knew your strategies were mostly going to be defend defend defend but you didn’t realize how badly Ferrari’s lack of adaptability would come into play 

The race was shaping up to be intense. Charles had led most of it, with Max behind him. You were right behind Max, keeping a steady pace, but always aware of the massive pressure from the drivers behind. Then, when Charles pitted, you thought, for sure, you’d get the green light to battle Max for the lead. After all, you were right there, in prime position.

Instead, the radio crackled to life. 

“Y/n keep defending. Leclerc will be back up there in no time.” Your engineer said

You blinked, incredulous. “I’m sorry what?” You couldn’t believe what you just heard. 

“Defend Max. Charles will be back up there to take over. Hold your position” he repeated as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Are you fucking serious?” you barked back, your grip tightening on your steering wheel. “I can overtake him for the lead and you want me to defend?!” 

Before your engineer could respond, Mattia’s voice boomed over your radio “Defend y/n. Team orders.” 

You could feel your irritation building, but there was no choice. Ferrari had spoken. You stayed behind Max, holding position, and waiting for Charles to catch up. Sure enough, Charles had soon found his way back to you, but by that point, Max was far enough ahead that any shot at victory was all but lost. 

Later, in the media pen, you stood with the press surrounding you, microphones, shoved in your face. They asked you the usual questions, but you were still stewing over what had happened. 

“Yeah, I mean the car felt great” You started, trying to keep your tone even. “We reverted back to the original, pre-upgrades and the car showed it’s worth”

The reporter pressed further. “Now even though the car was great, why do you think you couldn’t pull off the win? You were less than a second behind Max, and chose to defend your position instead of attacking.”

A disappointed sigh escaped your lips. You were tired of repeating the same frustrations. “If it was up to me, I would have attacked. I know we would’ve gotten a different result on the podium today. If we had a different strategy, then we would have gotten many more points.” 

“How do you think this result is going to impact the championships?” another reporter asked 

You paused, considering the question. “It could make or break it. There’s a large jump of points between one, two and three, and one thrown away strategy can make or break a shot at either championship. I’m just hoping they don’t mess up Charles’ strategies like they have mine.” 

As you finished your media duties, you made your way back to the garage, expecting to be alone with your thoughts. But to your surprise, Charles was waiting for you.  

“What are you doing here?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you approached

“I, uh, wanted to congratulate you on P3. You had a good race out there” He said sheepishly, his hands shoved in his pockets.

You shrugged, the weight of the day still on you. “I could have won if my strategy wasn’t total shit.” you muttered, your tone flat.

Charles let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I get it. P1 and P2 would have been great, but strategy isn’t Ferrari’s strong suit” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours with a shared understanding.

“So I’ve learned.” you replied dryly. “I just hope it isn’t bad enough to fuck up winning either championship” 

He nodded, a look of quiet concern in his eyes. “So do I. I’m terrified my shot at a driver’s championship is gonna slip away” 

Before you knew it, your interview was trending all over social media. Clips of you talking about the strategy missteps were circulating, and the Tifosi and general F1 fans alike were all over it. They didn’t believe you. They thought you were complaining, too bitter about the loss, and some even accused you of undermining the team. The backlash was stiff.

User1: there’s no way they’re going to mess up the golden boy’s strategy. Mattia cares too much about winning to do that

User2: y/n doesn’t know racing. She’s obviously going to get the shit strategy - she’s not charles 

User3: Ferrari needs to get rid of her. She doesn’t belong here #burnthebitch

Before media day in Spain, you got called into Mattia’s office. 

“Thank you for joining me on such quick notice y/n” Mattia said with a smile as you walked in 

You gave him a polite smile as you sat across from his desk “Of course. Why did you call me in?” 

The smile on his face instantly hardened “We need to talk about how you approach the media. You embarrassed myself, along with the rest of the Ferrari staff during Miami.” 

You found yourself fixing your posture and dropping the smile you had previously, prepared to go toe to toe with your principal. “I would say I told the truth on how the race was handled. We could have left Miami with eleven more points, had we gone P1 and P2”

Mattia sighed “That may be true, but we know you couldn’t have battled Max safely. Regardless, that was two weeks ago. We need to focus on Spain now.” 

“Whatever” You mutter “ If we provide sufficient results, I’ll give you praise. If we don’t, I’ll keep mentioning what needs to be done better. Simple as that” 

Spain turned out better for you than it did for Charles. You had finished P4, while Charles was forced to retire. Another blow for Ferrari. 

Both of you managed to score points in Monaco. The car felt good and it seemed like the team was back to how they were at the start of the season. That is until Baku. 

The start of the race seemed like it was going well. The practices and qualifying went well. Charles was on pole and you were not far behind him at P4. But that’s when the good luck ended. Just like the Australian Grand Prix, your brakes were faulty, and this time your clutch wasn’t working. 

“Check the hydraulics - brakes aren’t working again and clutch is out.” You voiced over the radio, concern filling your words 

After a few moments of silence, your engineer’s voice filled your ears. “Seems we have a uh hydraulic problem. You need to retire the car.” 

You muttered a curse as you found a spot to pull your car off. If it wasn’t a strategy issue, it was the car. If it wasn’t the car, it was something else. Something always had to go wrong. 

It was only lap eight and Charles was still driving. You had some hope he could get points for the team and for his championship. 

Throwing on a spare headset in the Ferrari garage, you watched as Charles battled through the streets of Baku. Just as quick as he was driving, the problems with his car also began to show. He had to retire only a handful of laps later with a power problem. 

While Ferrari’s golden boy wouldn’t have a negative thing to say about them during the pressers, you had much less of a filter. 

“You can mark my words that we aren’t winning a championship this year. As much as I want to put faith into our team and our strategies, we’ve shown time and time again we come up short.” 

Instead of your remarks being pushed aside by everyone, you found yourself in the spotlight. All eyes were on you as you walked into the paddock for the British Grand Prix. You acknowledged your team out of respect, and they greeted you back, but you could tell there was tension. 

“Mattia wanted me to tell you that the strategy for today is the same as usual: protect Charles.” Your engineer told you as the two of you sat down for lunch

You furrowed your eyebrows “Why couldn’t Mattia tell me that himself?” 

“He doesn’t think you deserve his time and energy” He said, rolling his eyes 

A scoff left your lips “That’s ridiculous. We’re both adults. He needs to act like it.” 

“You’re telling me” Your engineer muttered 

Before you knew it, it was lights out at Silverstone. The race was a disaster for everyone. While a scary crash had been cleaned up, leading to a restart, another safety car was put out for a stopped car. 

“Y/n box box” Your engineer spoke through your earbuds 

Under the safety car, you were able to pit and get fresh soft tires. When the race resumed, you quickly found yourself behind Charles. 

“Am I defending again?” You asked 

“You are free to overtake, but you must give up the position once Charles gets back up after pitting” 

“You mean Charles didn’t box under the safety car?” 

“Correct.” 

“Fucking idiots” You sighed, but did as you were told. 

Charles easily gave up the front position to you as he headed to the pit lane. You expected him to make a quick comeback in the next few laps, but as the laps ticked by, the gap remained. The radio crackled with instructions from your engineer, and you kept your focus, pushing through. 

And just like that, you crossed the finish line. Your first Grand Prix victory. 

The celebrations were a blur - the podium, the champagne, the flashing cameras. As the trophy was handed to you, you felt a surge of pride, but the weight of the race still hung in the air. Charles had been a force throughout the race, and even though you had won, it felt wrong that he hadn’t been able to capitalize on his pace. 

After the post-race formalities wrapped up, you found yourself in Charles’ room, finally able to breathe. He greeted you with a grin, the kind that only someone who experienced a dramatic race could wear.

“Congratulations! First win!” Charles said, his voice full of enthusiasm 

“You should have fucking won that and we both know it.” You said as you tossed him a Gatorade 

Charles caught the bottle with a small chuckle, cracking it open “You’re fucking telling me.” he said, taking a long swing. “At least Mattia didn’t chastise you on national TV.” 

You leaned against the wall, your arms crossed. “Maybe we’ll both be off speaking terms with him by the end of the season,” you joked, but there was no humor in the situation. “But seriously, what did he say?” 

Charles groaned, clearly not looking forward to recounting the conversation “Basically that I needed to listen to team orders. He was pissed that I was pissed that I didn’t win the thing. Said I needed to trust that the team knows what they’re doing.”

“They know what they’re doing?” You raised an eyebrow “Because the last time I checked, they’ve messed up both of our races this season” 

“Tell me about it” His tone shifted, frustration building, “I need him out.” 

A small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth “Twenty bucks he’s out of his job by the end of the season” 

Charles hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand “Deal” 

The rest of the season trudged along, with highs and lows in the car, the strategy, and the relationship between Mattia and his drivers. There were some days he would be all over their radios encouraging them, while others he would avoid them like the plague. 

And sure enough, once Abu Dhabi came, Charles and Ferrari were so far behind Max and Red Bull that it was impossible to catch up to them in either championship. Mattia announced that he would be stepping down at the end of the season, and you had repaired your rocky relationship with your team, allowing you to renew your contract with Ferrari. 

It was the final time in the media pen this season, and it felt much different. The usual questions about the ups and downs of the season were there, but now they came with a certain respect - respect for the struggles you had endured and for the candidness with which you handled it all. Your honest take on Ferrari’s performance had earned its fair share of criticism, but it had also sparked conversations, both within the paddock and among fans. 

The final question from the reporter hit differently. The interviewer’s tone wasn’t mocking, but rather filled with a certain curiosity. “How does it feel to know that you had called it earlier in the season, that Ferrari weren’t going to win either championship this year?”

The question hung in the air for a moment as you processed it. The emotions of the entire season flashed through your mind: the excitement of the podiums early on, the disappointment after races like Miami and Baku, the frustrations with the strategies, and the battles you fought on and off the track. It had been a rollercoaster, and while it hadn’t turned out the way you had hoped, you were still standing. 

You cracked a smile as you spoke, a mix of pride and exhaustion “Oh, so you guys believe me now?” you said, your voice light but laced with the weight of everything that had happened. “Have a good winter break. I’ll see you in Bahrain” 

It was the moment of closure you needed. The reporter thanked you for your time, before wishing you a good break as well. As you walked away from the media pen with Charles by your side, the season’s tension finally seemed to release, at least for a moment. 

Charles, sensing the mood, nudged you. “That was… honestly, impressive. You know, calling it before anyone else.” 

You let out a short laugh. “Yeah, I guess I had a feeling.” you said, shrugging. “At least I wasn’t wrong.”

Charles smirked, clearly tired but also relieved that the season was over. “Let’s just hope next year’s a little less… chaotic, yeah?”

“Agreed.”

[dannyriccsystem]

OSCAR WIN AND HE'S LEADING THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!

can you please give us oscar and childhood bestfriends to lovers who went through everything together, leading up to this moment <33

FADE INTO YOU…

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SUMMARY: You, Oscar’s childhood best friend, have been there for everything. Including his newfound lead in the championship!

WARNINGS: Fluff, Y/N usage

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Childhood friend!Reader

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your.username On everybody’s soul but mine Oscar is winning that WDC

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username1 - Do it girl… Swear on your soul…

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your.username - It’ll be left untouched by the end 🙏🗣️

oscarpiastri - Did you have to bring Oscar Pastry

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your.username - Be nice to OUR son.

> username2 - OUR?

> username3 - IS THIS THE OSCARY/N HARD LAUNCH I NEEDED

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> your.username - No this is the struggles of co-parenting.

mclaren - We missed you in the paddock Y/N!

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your.username - STOP I missed you more admin

> username4 - Admin x Y/N truthers

> username5 - No because admin is an OscarY/N truther

lando - Wowww I see how it is

your.username - Ya my bff is better than you

> lando - Well is your best friend leading the championship? 👅

> your.username - I hired an etsy witch to curse your family

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

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your.username - HOYL FUCK AHFIWKFKW

your.username - HE DID IT

your.username - I’M SOBBING

mclaren - Oscar P1astri! 🧡

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your.username - THAT’S MY OSC

username6 - feeding into the oscary/n allegations rn

username7 - “my osc” yeah I’m sleeping on the tracks tonight

oscarpiastri - 🏆💪

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Everything leading up to this moment was what made it so powerful. You watched from the Mclaren garage on the edge of your seat the entire time. The camera would continuously pan to you to show your reactions, which were less than pretty. You weren’t afraid to scream and shout, loudly showing your support for your best friend.

He crossed the finish line, and it was like everything in the world stopped. Oscar pulled the car into the pit lane, jumping out and running straight to you. He skipped the celebrations, choosing to follow his heart instead.

You pulled yourself into his arms, the waterworks already beginning. His helmet lightly knocked against your head, but you didn’t care. You just kept pulling him closer, hands gripping his uniform with ungodly strength. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you with ease to spin you in a circle.

You pulled away, holding his helmet back in your hands. You could see just his eyes, which were crinkled up in a big smile. “You did it, Osc!” You cheered, voice only audible to him through the cheers of his team.

They eventually swept him away, and you allowed him to go celebrate with his team, and face the glory of the podium. It was a few grueling minutes, because at the moment all he wanted was for you to hold him, praise him, tell him you loved him because fuck, he loved you.

As soon as the podium celebration was finished, he rushed off to find you again. He had his uniform pushed down around his waist, his fireproof slightly damp with sweat and his hair sticking to his neck and forehead.

“Y/N,” He breathed out softly, pulling you against him again. This time you were both tucked in the safety of the Mclaren garage, away from prying eyes. As if moving in sync, sharing the same thoughts, you both leaned in for a shared kiss, which unintentionally led to making out in his drivers room.

Whoops!

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your.username I am enjoying the week off ☺️

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username9 - The hard launch we’ve been waiting for

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username10 - Ohhh they’re so cute 😭

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mclaren - Make sure to give our champion back afterwards!

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your.username - Make him #1 and I will 🗣️

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

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celebrations are in order | max verstappen

social media au

synopsis: in which you make the most of his third WDC

pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

my masterlist

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yourusername feels so good being back at the paddock tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 out of all the pictures you took of me...

yourusername i love these

maxverstappen1 of course you do

redbullracing Glad to have you back, Y/N!

francisca.cgomes MY WIFE BACK IN THE PADDOCK ❤️❤️

yourusername i missed you sooooooo much !!! ❤️❤️

lilymhe GIRL LUNCH !!!!!!

user1 THE PEOPLE'S WAG IS BACK IN THE PADDOCK

user2 all is well when Y/N is in the garage😩😩

alex_albon max will finally be in a good mood

maxverstappen1 i can read these, you know

yourusername that's why i'm here. we're all tired of moody max😔

maxverstappen1 I CAN READ THESE

user3 our good luck charm has arrived ❤️❤️

user4 like he needs a good luck charm to dominate the entire grid🥲

landonorris what took you so long?

yourusername some people have a life, you know?

landonorris not when you're involved in f1 they don't

yourusername you're lucky i like you, otherwise you would have received a rant 😠

maxverstappen1 i've received one. trust me mate, you don't want to be on the receiving end

yourbff still sad you didn't take me with you 😔

yourusername you are literally on the other side of the globe⁉️

yourbff i don't see your point

yourusername maxverstappen1 help me out here

maxverstappen1 i'm not getting between you two again

user5 Y/N, do you think Max will win the championship after this race?

yourusername i am keeping my fingers crossed, he has had an incredible season and i think he's going to do everything in his power to end it on a high🫶🏻

user4 so well said

user6 Y/N being there for his Championship title win >>>>

user7 i want a relationship like theirs:(((((

user8 if they ever break up, i'm going to stop believing in love😭

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carlossainz55 FORZA FERRARI

yourusername wow, too much dude...

charles_leclerc ...

maxverstappen1 ...

carlossainz55 ...sorry...

victoriaverstappen i've missed you so much!!!! so glad to have you back, the boys are excited to see auntie Y/N!!❤️❤️❤️

yourusername i can't wait to see my favorite little munchkins ❤️❤️❤️

maxverstappen1 what about me?

yourusername i’m sorry, babe. you can’t compete with lio and luka for this one

victoriaverstappen you could never compete with them

maxverstappen1 wow, betrayed by my own blood..

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maxverstappen1 I cannot thank everyone enough. Being on this journey, achieving what we have achieved together this season has been incredible. A massive thank you to the team and for everything they do for us, a shoutout to my family for always supporting me and a special thanks to my Y/N. I couldn't have done any of this without you, I love you.❤️ tagged: redbullracing and yourusername

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yourusername watching you race and do what you love is my favorite thing. i'm proud of you beyond words and i can't wait to see what you do in the future. i love you so much❤️🫶🏻

maxverstappen1 thank you for being you🩵

redbullracing You are one of a kind, Max. Seeing you go down in history books right before our eyes is the biggest privilege. Let's finish the season on a high together and look forward to next year!💙 liked by maxverstappen1 and yourusername

landonorris well done, mate. the y/n effect was obvious

maxverstappen1 thanks mate

yourusername you're just jealous i didn't cheer you on as loudly

landonorris i'm deeply hurt, actually

maxverstappen1 dude, get your own cheerleader and stop trying to steal mine

yourusername boys, don’t worry, you know i support everyone almost equally

landonorris almost?

yourusername i’ll always be a redbull girlie at heart

schecoperez let's go!!! liked by maxverstappen1

user1 he did it for Y/N i'm sobbing😭😭😭

user2 UNSTOPPABLE MAX STRIKES ONCE AGAIN🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻👏👏👏👏🩵

user3 the tribute to Y/N had me in tears >>>>>>>>>>>

user4 they are such a power couple😩😩😩💙

user5 the season was boring, max is taking all the fun out of the sport by winning all the damn time💀

yourusername he deserves every single win that he gets, he's good. if you believe the sport is boring, don't watch it. stop hating on drivers just because they are successful, you have no idea what it's like to be in their shoes

user2 PERIOD👏👏👏

user1 QUEEN ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS👸🫶🏻

user3 YOU TELL THEM Y/N

victoriaverstappen we're so proud of you, Max. you're truly one of a kind🩵

maxverstappen1 i love you guys❤️

yourusername you guys are making me cry😭😭

maxverstappen1 baby, you literally just stopped crying a minute ago

yourusername I CAN’T HELP IT OKAY⁉️⁉️

alex_albon max once again making all of us look bad

maxverstappen1 i’m sorry man

yourusername you don’t need his help for that

alex_albon ouch

user9 BABABAHAHQHQHQHQ Y/N WAS SUCH A SAVAGE FOR THIS HAHAHAHA

georgerussell63 party tonight?

maxverstappen1 you know it

yourusername brave yourselves

christianhorner always a pleasure watching you work your magic, Max 👏

maxverstappen1 thank you, christian. your support means very much to me

yourusername awww, you’re like father and son🥹🥹

christianhorner we might as well just adopt him

gerihalliwellhorner 2 kids isn’t enough for you?

christianhorner no

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yourusername words cannot begin to describe the pride i feel when i look at this man. Max, the things you have achieved have completely made me fall in love with you all over again. your dedication, your talent and your craft are a delight to experience and i can't be more grateful to be the one you share life with. i'm looking forward to seeing what the future has in store for you, and know that i'll be with you every single step of the way. i love you, my world champion❤️ tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 forever grateful that you exist in my life❤️i don’t know what i did to deserve you

yourusername you’re gonna make me cry again😭❤️

maxverstappen1 please don’t

yourusername too late

francisca.cgomes i have never seen you cry so much, it made me cry with you 😭😭😭❤️

yourusername i love you ❤️❤️😭😭

pierregasly what..?

maxverstappen1 don’t even ask

yourusername YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND 😭

francisca.cgomes DON’T JUDGE US 😭😭😭😭

yoursister the entire family is sending Max the biggest congratulations !!! we can’t wait to see both of you to celebrate properly ❤️❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️we miss you guys

maxverstappen1 thank you very much !!! looking forward to celebrating with the in-laws ❤️

landonorris when did you become the simp in the relationship?

yourusername don’t you have better things to do?

landonorris not really

maxverstappen1 you should get a hobby

landonorris annoying your girlfriend is my favorite hobby🤭🤭

oscarpiastri do i have to come to the party? 🫣

yourusername yes

maxverstappen1 only if you want to, we’re getting shitfaced either way

oscarpiastri so i can not come? 🥹

yourusername you’re coming, end of story.

user1 Y/N dragging Oscar to Max’s party is the most Y/N thing ever 😂😂

user2 poor Oscar must be regretting his life choices right about now 💀

oscarpiastri i am (please send help)

user1 BABAHQHQH OSCAH😭😭

user3 you can tell how much she loves him 😭❤️❤️

user4 i’m 100% positive Max couldn’t have achieved all of this without Y/N

user5 why? she didn’t do anything to help him at all

user4 it’s not all about performance on the track, a lot of factors go into it. she’s been supporting him for a very long time and that means a lot for someone with a lifestyle like his

user3 exactly, every driver needs someone to help them disconnect from the chaos that follows them all year round during the season

alex_albon you’re such a simp

georgerussell63 simp

charles_leclerc simp

landonorris simp

oacarpiastri simp

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yourusername MAX????

maxverstappen1 …

yourbff your boyfriend is a beast

yourusername i know 🤭 that he is, in more ways than one

maxverstappen1 you know it 😏😋

yourbff HORNY ASSES

lilymhe can’t wait to get drunk and celebrate tonight!!

yourusername you and me both girl 😅

maxverstappen1 me three

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maxverstappen1 safe to say i remember nothing from last night tagged: yourusername and 9 others

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yourusername it might be for the best

maxverstappen1 was i that bad?

yourusername no... 🤐

landonorris damn right you don't

maxverstappen1 what is that supposed to mean?

landonorris you downed a whole bottle of tequila in less than half an hour. by yourself.

yourusername while taking sips from my drink as well

maxverstappen1 i was thirsty, ok?

oscarpiastri i am never drinking with you again😩

maxverstappen1 what did i do?

yourusername you wanted to undress him in front of the whole club and have him play limbo with you naked

oscarpiastri you didn't have to give the details...

maxverstappen1 i would've loved to see it either way

yourusername MAX!! LEAVE OSCAR ALONE

maxverstappen1 fine...😔

oscarpiastri thank you Y/N😅

georgerussell63 my liver hates you right now

maxverstappen1 don't blame me, it's not like i poured alcohol down your throat

yourusername you did

maxverstappen1 oh..

user1 these comments are just confirming what a party animal Max is and i'm here for it 🤣🤣

user2 y/n sounds so done hahahah😭😭

alex_albon i have no words left

maxverstappen1 i'm sorry for whatever i have done to you

alex_albon we vowed never to speak of it

yourusername this discussion is over

redbullracing sigh... giving us a run for our money, aren't you? 😆

maxverstappen1 i like keeping you guys entertained

redbullracing very kind of you. don't do it again 😐

user3 did y/n not drink?

yourusername i did, but i was relatively sober so i could keep an eye on everyone haha

yourusername i love you <3 even when you're drunk and unhinged

maxverstappen1 i love you too, thank you for taking care of me ❤️

user4 y/n taking care of max >>>>>>>>

user5 i love them. 😭😭😭❤️

charles_leclerc great singing on your part

yourusername i thought we agreed we weren't gonna mention the singing...

maxverstappen1 I SANG????????????

charles_leclerc oh yes, very loudly so

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yourusername i couldn't stop you if i wanted to

maxverstappen1 damn.. wild night, hehe

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With Max’s car starting to falter, Lando knew he had a real shot at competing for the WDC. As the season progressed, he’d become the favorite, and it finally felt like his time. There was just one problem: you.

In your rookie year in F1, you were holding third place, just 40 points behind Lando. Exceeding all the team's expectations, you’d proven to be a real competitor — and Lando wasn’t pleased. To him, the strategy should have been obvious: you were supposed to help him beat Max. But you saw it differently. After all, you were only 80 points behind the leader, and Zak and Andrea had decided to let things play out between the two of you, which only heightened the tension.

What started as a friendship had quickly soured after you overtook Lando to win in Hungary. Furious, he stormed into your driver’s room after the podium celebration, his eyes blazing.

“What the hell was that?” he snapped, voice sharp.

You didn’t flinch, meeting his gaze. “A clean overtake,” you replied coolly.

“You’re screwing up my chances at the championship!” he seethed, his tone bitter.

"You do realize that I also have a shot at it?" You questioned. "Not my fault that I'm faster than you either."

At that, he got in your face, practically radiating anger. “Just stay out of my way,” he bit out before stalking out of the room.

It was the first of many heated clashes, and even Zak was starting to worry about the tension between his drivers. Things only escalated after your win in Baku, when Lando stood stony-faced on the podium, arms crossed, barely acknowledging the celebration. The media had a field day, and McLaren’s PR department wasn’t happy.

Seeing his growing frustration, your initial resentment slowly turned to concern. His behavior was spiraling, and it seemed no one was willing to address it — except you.

“What’s going on with you?” you demanded one day after a rough qualifying session, pushing open his door to find him pacing.

“What are you talking about?” he snapped, but you didn’t back down.

“You’re being a brat to everyone! It was fine when you were just an asshole to me, but this is getting out of hand.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied venomously.

“If you need someone to talk to, you know McLaren has plenty of resources,” you said softly, trying a different approach.

“I don’t need your help so just fuck off,” he said and you backed off.

That didn’t stop you from giving your own therapist his email, instructing her to email him nonstop until he set up a session. Something must have worked because in the break before Austin, Lando did some press about his struggles with mental health and you heard that he’d bought gifts for the whole garage team as an apology for his behavior.

You two still didn’t really talk but he gave you a head nod now as a hello and there wasn’t much tension between you in front of the media anymore.

Then, on the Thursday before the Austin GP, during your post-free-practice interviews, a reporter brought up Lando.

“Y/N, any thoughts on Helmut’s recent comments?” they asked.

You raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I don’t keep track of what everyone’s saying.”

“He claimed that Lando has ‘mental weaknesses’ preventing him from being a real championship contender.”

You stiffened, feeling anger bubble up. “Yeah, interesting,” you started, your PR manager nodding, likely expecting you to stay professional. Too bad for them. “Honestly, he can go fuck off.”

The press buzzed with shock, and your PR manager hurried over, but you went on.

“Red Bull’s looking for anything to distract from their own mess. It’s 2024, and criticizing a driver for being open about mental health is pathetic. We’d all be a little better off if they put him in a nursing home Lando’s one of the most talented drivers out there, so Helmut can shove it. Thanks.”

You walked off, ignoring your PR manager’s frantic scolding.

Later, after the team debrief, you headed to your room, ready to call it a day. But outside your door, you saw Lando waiting, his expression softer than usual.

“Are you okay—?” you began, but he cut you off, stepping forward.

“Just shut up and come here,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. You rubbed his back as he buried his head against your shoulder, his voice muffled. “I owe you so much. And after what you said today… even more.”

“This stuff is hard, Lando. Sometimes it feels like the whole world’s on our shoulders.” You pulled back to meet his gaze. “I like it better when you’ve got the energy to actually fight me.”

He laughed softly, then hugged you tighter. “Can we… start over? As friends?” he asked, his voice tentative.

You smiled. “Of course — but only after I win the championship.”

He groaned, but his eyes sparkled with humor. “In your dreams, rookie.”

[yeetskeetstreet]

Changing Perspectives

MV1 - Max Verstappen

max verstappen x reader

summary: in which it takes 7 instagrams posts from his long term partner to completely change the perspective of the reigning WDC. also known as the events of June 22.

the posts have rough dates, but in case I mess it up, it would be like scrolling down someone’s timeline, so post 1 occurs latest in terms of choroloigcal order, and 7 is the oldest post.

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When your account is public, your profile and posts can be seen by anyone, on or off instagram, even if they don’t have an instagram account.

Switch to public account?

YES/NO

instagram post 1

y/n.jpg33: setting our forever into stone forever. the love i have for you grows stronger everyday. 🤍

tagged: maxverstappen1

comments:

maxverstappen1: wouldn’t want you anywhere else but right by my side. 🤍

danielricciardo: congratulations, guys! wishing you all the best!

landonorris: ENGAGED? CONGRATS GUYS!

christianhorner: Congratulations, Y/N and Max. Wishing you guys all the happiness offered in this new chapter.

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instagram post 2

y/n.jpg33 - him 🤍

tagged: maxverstappen1

5 days ago • monaco, monaco

comments:

user: brb gonna go take a nap on a highway

user: damn.. twitter wasn’t lying

maxverstappen1: you 💛

y/n.jpg3: come home please

danielriccardo: about damn time.

instagram post 3

y/n.jpg33 - ok, fine. you deserve your own post. you’ve come leaps and bounds, keep it up. thank you for keeping my boy company when i can’t be there. continue to carve your way into history. 🧡

tagged: landonorris, maxverstappen1

comments:

landonorris: thank you y/n, to both you and max, for everything you have done for me. 🧡

| maxverstappen1: of course, mate. anytime.

instagram post 4

y/n.jpg33 - another to add to the collection. proud of you bub 💛

(thanks for the second landonorris)

tagged: maxverstappen1

29 March 2022 • jeddah, saudi arabia

comments:

maxverstappen1: all for you, my love. 🤍 • pinned

user: wish i had this

landonorris: soo… how many races do i have to win to get a cute post?

y/n.jpg33: win a WDC and i will

user: NOT MAX SCOLDING DANIEL LOL

danielricciardo: where’s my congratulations post?

maxverstappen1: you don’t get one. just for me. get your own

y/n.jpg33: max, don’t be mean. danny, one day, i promise :).

instagram post 5

y/n.jpg33 - holiday time with the family

3rd January 2022 • home

instagram post 6

y/n.jpg33 - happy birthday charles! thanks for always helping me fine my way when i’m lost at the paddock. max and i appreciate you!

tagged: charlesleclerc

16 October 2021 • monaco, monaco

comments:

charlesleclerc: thank you y/n! happy to help out whenever i can. see you and max soon.

maxverstappen1: happy birthday man!

y/n.jpg33: looking forward to it!

landonorris: HE GETS A POST? BEFORE ME? BUT BUT

y/n.jpg33: he comes to find me when i’m lost. you sent me a meme.

instagram post 7

y/n.jpg33: you never cease to amaze me, baby. continue to prove them wrong, prove to everyone you deserve all you have worked for.

keep proving to yourself that you are enough, and worth the fight. i love you, max. 🤍

tagged: maxverstappen1

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my first ever F1 piece, (and my second piece ever!!) let me know what you think :)

[cartierre]

AGORA HILLS | ln4

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lando norris x fem!russell!reader

side note: i'm depressed and the f1 season is starting soon again so here we go. side note pt2: this is kinda short and the ending feels rushed but oh well

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tagged: landonorris

y/n_russell permanent shenanigans

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user1 oh that's not-

user2 oh she didn't- yes she did

user3 y/n getting a lando norris tramp stamp was not on my 2023 bingo card ⤷ user4 i don't think it was ever on anyone's bingo card

landonorris mine ⤷ y/n_russell yours 🤞

user5 i can't decide if it's cringe or a major slay

georgerussell63 i don't know if i should strangle you or norris ⤷ y/n_russell maybe neither of us?

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tagged: yourfriend, yourotherfriend, landonorris

y/n_russell pizza boy always knows how to capture my heart

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user6 lando and y/n being in their hot couple era was not on my 2024 bingo card ⤷ user7 no couple does it like y/n and lando

user8 i'm a bit concerned about their recent behaviour, ngl

landonorris i'm a professional pizza boy off season ⤷ y/n_russell earning some extra money to spoil your girl? ⤷ user9 so you admit you use lando for his money? ⤷ y/n_russell sorry your partner apparently doesn't know how to treat you. i'd be bitter as well if i were you

user10 y/n being totally unhinged is my favourite type of media ⤷ user11 george being the emotionally older sibling and y/n being the unbothered younger sibling makes so much sense

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y/n_russell to clear some things up: obviously george isn't always happy with how lando and i present our relationship (online or not) but that doesn't mean he hates lando?! i'm his little sister, it's natural he doesn't always enjoy what lando and i do. nonetheless, lando and george have been friends for ages! this was literally them on our shared holiday in '23! carmen and i were third-wheeling the whole time lol. george can sometimes be a little cold but that's just how he processes things, it doesn't mean he's not supportive of my relationship with lando. please respect that.

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y/n_russell accurate representation of how i felt after watching george and lando's "drama" on drive to survive. now i understand why y'all blew this whole situation up.

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user12 now she knows how we all felt watching that episode

user13 me when i watch dts in general

user14 me when i hear the dutch national anthem yet again

user15 me when i think of charles not winning wdc because ferrari literally sucks

landonorris me when i realise y/n won't attend every race ⤷ y/n_russell um excuse me i'm a working gyal

user16 me when life

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tagged: mclaren, mercedesamgf1

y/n_russell maybe i should become lando's and george's pr manager when it means getting flowers from their teams

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user17 no cuz that is so cute that they sent her flowers cuz she solved the whole lando-george drama

user18 that's why they both are my favourite teams

mclaren the contract is ready to be signed! ⤷ mercedesamgf1 not if she choses us first! after all, blood is thicker than water

user19 not mclaren and mercedes fighting over y/n

user20 i wonder which flowers are from who

[f1cflcfic]

Won't Say I'm In Love (ft. Lando Norris) - part iii

pairing: lando norris x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n); past carlos alcaraz x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

A/N: a little bit late but I got very worried about accidentally jinxing the Aus GP haha, and then when it all worked out I thougth I might as well use some most recent photos ;)

series: part i, part ii, part iv

1st week of March, 2025

[Excerpt Daily Mail] Tennis player Y/N L/N stuns on red carpet and confirms single status

The current #2 on the WTA rankings enjoyed some time off prior to Indian Wells, as she attended an Oscars Pre Party over the weekend. As a newly minted ambassador for the Dior brand, which she's also repping on court, the athlete was sporting a pink custom gown by the fashion house.

After a short-lived relationship with fellow tennis player Carlos Alcaraz, 21, the 26-year old arrived to the party alone. Speaking to journalists on the red carpet, L/N once again emphasised that she likes being single both on and off the court.

"I really think that it's nice to just focus on myself, you have to be kind of selfish if you want to thrive in such an individual sport," she stated.

While she might be done with tennis players, the star has been spotted spending time with F1 drivers Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris. However, she made it clear there's no room for romance there. For a segment with E! Entertainment, L/N was asked to rate their charisma and started laughing instead. "Carlos is a smooth operator, and therefore also very much taken. But charisma? Norris? He's an awkward little duckling. No, he's a great and dear friend, though."

Norris might not score points with Y/N L/N, he is hoping to make a bid for the WDC this year. The McLaren team has been looking extremely strong during testing, and with the first GP coming up, all eyes will be on the 25-year old British driver. Perhaps him winning will impress L/N enough to make her change her mind, though he'll have to compete with an Oscar nominee.

"Look, all drivers are charismatic in that they're ambitious and talented and that's attractive. Or at least, it's attractive to me. But I just don't really have silly little crushes. The only celebrity crush I've ever had is Sebastian Stan. So if he's single, tell him he can hit me up."

2nd week of March, 2025

[Excerpt WTA content "Jenga Challenge"] Y/N grabs the first block with determination, lodging it out of the Jenga tower with ease. "What is your favourite song right now?"

"That's a really good question for me, because I love listening to music before my matches. I think currently I've got JADE in my playlist, with Angel of My Dreams."

The next couple of blocks also dislodge quite easily, and Y/N throws a triumphant smile to the camera every time she gets a step closer to victory. Twisting the blocks around, she reveals new questions.

"Do I have a nickname? It depends who you ask, I suppose. Some of my friends just shorten my name."

Someone off camera asks after the 'birdie' nickname. "Oh yeah, so my best friend calls me that because of a golfing incident when we first met. No further comment on that haha. You'll have to ask him."

"What's my favourite sport aside tennis? Can I cheat and name other racket sports? I also think it's different when it comes to watching versus playing other sports. I don't really watch that much sports on tv or anything, but I like going to real games and matches. Like I saw the national football and hockey team, I've gone to see a few basketball matches as well. I'll play golf with friends, but I'm not very good at it."

The tower wobbles with the next block, but it holds on in the end. "That was close! Okay, let's see. This one says - what do you do and eat on your days off? Hmm I'll try and go catch up with friends. My favourite food? Chocolate for sure, but I like to have a lot of my favourite meals as healthy options throughout the week anyways. I've worked it out with my nutritionist."

The next question she gets asked is about her idols. "God, well I think for one Serena Williams of course, and my own coach Kim Clijsters. Then there's the other women in my family. I think my idol right now is my baby niece who reminds me to just always look at the world in wondrous appreciation. And that it's okay to have a good cry when things get overwhelming."

On the last question, the tower falters once, twice, before fully collapsing. "Oh I guess you'll never get to hear the answer to this question, then. What's your favourite on and off court friendship?" Y/N winks at the camera. "I think you know, anyways."

3d week of March, 2025

[Excerpt BBC Sport]

Sabalenka defeats L/N in easy sets at WTA Tour

In a somewhat shocking turn of events, Aryna Sabalenka didn't even need 90 minutes to beat Y/N L/N to the BNP Paribas Open trophy. Dropping only 4 games in total, Sabalenka absolutely dominated the match, forcing L/N to continuously having to play catch up.

The defending champion didn't seem to know how to respond to Sabalenka's powerful returns and short volleys, even though their track record of meets speaks in L/N's favour.

The reigning Grand Slam winner later stated that she was just not able to get into her game, and Sabalenka rightly profited off of her lack of focus and concentration. "I just wasn't able to deliver what was needed, and Sabalenka was clearly performing at her best. She deserved to win this one, but I of course hope to turn the tides for Miami."

Both players are set to play the tournament that traditionally kicks off right after Indian Wells, also named the Sunshine Slam. It's one of few stretches of the tennis calendar that sees both male and female players compete at the same courts, outside of the Grand Slams.

L/N previously dated and even competed in the doubles with Carlos Alcaraz, who lost the men's semi-final one day prior. Even though no questions on her previous relationship were allowed at her exit presser, L/N's poor performance casts doubt on whether or not she's struggling with increasing external pressure and her ex' presence. Coach Kim Clijsters responded to reporters questioning L/N's aim of winning all four Grand Slam tournaments in a year. "Red clay has always been her best surface. We're already shifting gears with that in mind, so Miami is more so a way to keep routine and conditioning going. I have no doubt that she's got what it takes to win this, both in terms of physical and mental fitness. But sometimes it seems the media sees it as their responsibility to keep on being as invasive as possible, just to see how much someone can take. It's not your job to test a player's resilience, just because you can."

March 15-16, 2025

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[i2sainz]

when an angel returns

What happens when the line between winning the championship and risking your life becomes blurred?

pairing : lando norris x redbull driver!fem!reader

warnings : main character death (reader), a crash, angst, panic attack, mentions of blood, profanity, brief mention of a coma (lando), no happy ending.

wc : 5.22k

inspired by : Let Down by Radiohead & this tiktok

It was harder than usual to ignore the blistering heat grappling up from beneath your palms. Your sweat felt almost too comparable to liquid lava as it dripped down from your heated navel, enabling your fireproofs to sit snug against your bare torso.

Your chest burned with the air that your lungs refused to breathe— your heart beating in tune with the small, barely noticeable, bumps along turn three of the Yas Marina circuit. 

It would've been an understatement to say that you were tense. Your jaw was nothing if not locked in place, matching your eyebrows furrowed tight beneath your slightly fogged visor. 

"Zero point six gap to Norris. He’s within the DRS zone, fight with everything for your position. This is the last lap." Even though your radio stayed silent in response, you were anything but. Small, barely audible, sounds left your lips on their own accord. Absentminded profanity sang from beneath your balaclava before being soothed over by an equally loud prayer. 

This wasn’t only a race for victory, no— it was much, much, more. It was a race for legacy, a championship that could potentially signify something that you’ve worked your entire life for. 

It was your chance to be the first woman to win the WDC, and you’d be damned to let anyone take it away from you. Even if it was at the stake of the love of your life losing.

But this was also his moment, his time to prove to everyone that he deserved his seat. That he deserved to win. The only thought racing through his head was that he needed to pass you, to make a point to everyone watching- everyone including himself.

This win was detrimental in a way that had the ability to take everything from either one of you. The media had spat venom disguised as hope, they said that the loss of this win could cost either one of you your entire career. 

And now that the two of you were point to point and wheel to wheel, you both refused to give up. 

Your lips stilled the exact moment you clocked Lando’s DRS opening from your mirrors. You’d known that this sport didn’t slow down for anything, but at this moment, you wished it would. 

Your fingers worked faster than your head— a harsh few fingers pressing against the backside of your wheel as you switched out from gear three, having used it a few seconds ago at turn seven, to gear up to a four. 

Lando’s front wing was inches away from your rears, but it was quickly becoming clear that even with his DRS enabled, it wouldn’t be enough to overtake you on the next turn. 

Your soft tires were fresher than his warn mediums, with you having a two-stop pit after a safety car on the forty-fifth lap—  one that lasted for five laps, before resuming on the fiftieth, with you landing p10 after the race resumed back to normal. Though it was a risky call, it was clearly the right one. 

Even with most of your attention on Lando, you were quick to gear down to gear two, your foot pressing harder against the accelerator to turn onto turn nine’s sweeping banked curve effortlessly. The turn left Lando even closer than before— your wheels now side to side rather than front to back. 

Both you and your long-term boyfriend accelerated up in gears after you managed to keep him behind you. You went for gear five rather than seven, which Lando was quick to select. 

As much speed that gear seven gave Lando, it wasn’t ideal considering the distance between his car and your own— especially considering the slightly damp track from the rain that came down hard for the first twenty-five laps. 

Lando tried to overtake you once again, his confidence higher than before due to his influx of speed. However, Lando was a second too short to note his tire's grip, or rather, its lack of grip. 

The McLaren’s front tires were almost too close to the Red Bulls, the air electrifying in a wave of smoke between the two competitors. 

You saw the impact before it happened, your frantic hands turning your wheel as fast as you could, but it was inevitable.

Time seemed to slow the second Lando accidentally understeered on his attempted overtake— his tire making contact with yours within seconds. 

The impact was powerful. It was a sickening mixture of grinding metal and burnt rubber— a combination of puffed smoke and leaked gas that changed the trajectory of the race within seconds.

Your car lifted from the track, the underside of it sliding across Lando’s halo before your tires clipped once again— and then you were airborne. 

Your body was tossed from left to right as your car spiralled in the air. You didn’t make a sound whilst in the air, your hyperventilated breaths coming out loud enough to echo in your ears. 

You barely had a second to brace before your car hit the ground head-on, your stomach dropping as your halo sparked against the track. But then it happened again. 

Your blurred eyes saw nothing but everything at once. It didn’t see the way your car crunched under the impact, nor the way your halo flew off after the third spin, but you saw the sky. 

You saw the buildings that almost disguised themselves as stars, their colours coming together in a bright array of flashing lights. Then you saw the moon, the reflected light glistening along your irises and mixing into the void of your pupils. 

You didn’t know it then, but at that moment, the moon had chosen you. It mirrored your pupils, full and clear. Perhaps the lights were your own stars, as they too shone beautifully across your eyes. 

And just like the moon, you too had to rise before going down. 

The sweat from earlier now felt cool, the change of temperature soothing the burning sensations crawling, no— bubbling, across your skin. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. 

The car spun one last time, your head slamming once more against the barriers before you unlimitedly landed sandwiched between it and the surrounding fence.

You were blinking in and out of consciousness since the last hit against your head. You tried to move your arms but were unable to due to the numbness that crawled along them. 

You couldn’t tell if you felt nothing, or felt too much. You felt like you were burning from head to toe, throbbing in places you haven’t even considered. You were too out of it to panic— too tired to pick up on anything other than the moon shining down on you. 

Your eyes closed on their own accord and your head lolled to the side at the same time a loud boom echoed from your car. A lick of fire ravaging the sides of your car, the broken metal mending at its will. 

But even though you were no longer aware of what was happening, it didn’t mean everyone else wasn’t. 

If the deafening silence in the paddock meant anything, everyone was aware. And for the first time in what feels like years, the paddock was completely silent- excluding the few panicked racing engineers in their assigned driver's ears. It seemed that everyone’s eyes were drawn toward the kaleidoscope of red, blue, and papaya. 

It wouldn’t take a genius to realize that the crash was bad— possibly the worst in years. Everyone’s fears were confirmed after the cameras went black, televisions around the world being forced into a loading screen— for those who were watching your onboard view.

Your racing engineer since Formula Four, Santiago, was blubbering in a panic. He was raised from his chair, one that he was quick to kick out after he jumped to his feet at the first spin, his lower stomach pressed against the table in front of him. 

“Yn? Can you hear me?” He shot question after question, each new one coming out faster than the last. His voice broke with every second word, his ears ringing from the silence coming from your end.

His fear was evident from the way he struggled to stand still, his entire body practically vibrating on the spot. He barely managed to catch Christian Horner's worried eyes before shaking his head once, letting him know that he wasn’t getting a response.

“Fuck-” Santiago carelessly swore on the radio, his hot tears racing down his reddened cheeks. “Please, kid. Tell me you’re alright, give me anything. You don’t even have to talk, just press the button, please-” His pleas were once again met with silence, forcing him to talk to himself. 

He barely registered a hand pressing against his back before someone else started talking through the team strategist’s radio, the voice unmistakenly familiar. 

His head snapped to the side, his headphones sliding off, only to be met with Max Verstappen’s sullen face, his mouth moving— saying something to you that Santiago couldn’t hear anymore. He knew how much the older man meant to you, and how close the two of you were. 

If Santiago was like your grid-father, then Max was like your grid-brother. He was quick to take you under his wing from your first race, and he hasn’t let you go since. He was just as attached to you as you were to him, having spent many hours together flying around the world whilst simultaneously looking through your data.

He saw himself in you and gave a piece of you to someone who he’d helped bring into the world. His daughter’s middle name was your first, her small fist curling around one of your fingers as you sobbed into Max’s shoulder at her birth. 

Back then, Max thought the three of you had forever to spend together. He hadn’t rushed any meetings between the two of you, even though you were already at his shared house with Kelly almost every few days. But now, hearing nothing but the silence speaking back to him, Max wishes he had. 

His daughter would carry your name as a legacy, but she’d hold no memories. You would be a ghost following them their entire lives, your presence missing in every small, or big, moment. 

But right now, none of that mattered. Nothing would until he pulled a response from you. His glove-cladded hand trembled as he absentmindedly fiddled with his overalls collar, his bottom teeth rattling with anxiety as your silence bored on.

But when he opened his mouth to question you again, he was stopped by his own engineer pressing a solid hand against his shoulder. Max’s eyes snapped over towards the man standing still beside him, his eyes searching the other man’s for some sort of positive emotion. Instead, he was greeted with a red-cheeked frown and glazed eyes, a sight that would permanently engrave itself into his mind. 

“The marshals existigusted the fire and got her out-” Max’s head was spinning, the last few words repeating through his mind like a broken record. Got her out, they got her out, she will be okay. 

But before Max had a chance to grow hopeful, it all came crashing down with the following statement. “But Max, it’s not looking good. She wasn’t moving when they pulled her out—” 

Max swayed in spot, his eyes fluttering behind his heavy eyelids as the light suddenly got brighter in the center of his vision— the swarming blacks closing in around the edges. The only thing Max could feel before welcoming the numbness was the rapid beating of his heart, his chest burning with each pump. 

—

A creeping force of exhaustion, which was quickly followed by an equally as powerful wave of pain, rushed through Lando’s entire body the second his eyes started blinking open. 

A small moan of pain left his cracked lips when his hand twitched by his side, his fingers clenching into a fist as he tried to gain control of his body. 

Everything from his head to his toes throbbed. His chest heaved upon itself as he gently twisted his neck in a small gesture, attempting to twist around in discomfort.

His eyes were slower to open, his tiredness still pressing down heavily against him. But when he finally got his eyes to open, he will forever wish he never had. 

The first thing he saw was his mom who was sitting on a chair beside his bed, both her pale hands holding one of his in a tight grip. Her head was pressed down against their entwined fingers, her cheek damp against him as gentle breaths left her sleeping form. 

For a minute, he slightly smiled at the sight. It’s been a while since he’d seen his mom in person due to the triple header and short in between getaways with you. 

His smile brightened at the thought of you, and his eyes were already searching the room for your presence before he could reminisce any further. But after seeing that the room was empty sole for himself and his mom, his eyebrows furrowed. 

It wasn’t often that you were away from him, the two of you usually attached at the hip whenever you weren’t forced into your own garages pre-race. Which is why it was confusing for him to see no trace of your presence in his private room, there wasn’t even a sight of your lucky blanket that you’d brought everywhere with you— the one he’d bought with his first paycheck. 

Before Lando could ponder more, the door swung open. At first, Lando thought you’d be the one walking through the door, but upon seeing your teammate, Max Verstappen, a confused frown graced his lips.

“Max? Where’s Y/n?” Max’s head snapped towards Lando, who was cringing at the dryness of his voice, in record time. Lando’s heart dropped at the sight of the man standing before him. Max, who was usually fairly composed, looked like a man whose world crashed down around him. His eyes were bloodshot, but his mouth was what threw Lando’s mind for a spin. 

His lips were pulled up in a heartbreaking scowl, the lines around his mouth appearing more shadowed than ever upon the hospital's harsh lighting. 

Even though Lando’s entire body was sore, the sight forced him into a straighter stance. His back cracked in protest as he pulled himself into a sitting position, a small wince showing on his face when he put too much weight onto his free hand when pushing himself up. 

Max stood still at the door, his back taut as he stared into Lando’s eyes with a look the other man couldn’t decipher. Max’s silence continued as Lando adjusted his bed as best as he could with one free hand and a few casts sprawled across his body.

“You killed her.” Lando’s entire body froze at Max’s statement. His heart fell in his chest and his mouth dried even further within seconds. He blinked his widened eyes at the angered man standing across the room from him. Lando’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to force himself to speak, his words begging to leave his mouth but refusing to speak. 

“W-what? Killed who?” Max’s face crumbled the slightest amount at the genuine fear and confusion radiating from the tattered man on the bed. His hands shook by his side, which Lando also seemed to notice. 

“Killed who, Max?” Lando was growing more and more anxious as the man stayed silent, his lips curling into his mouth as the shakiness spread from his fingers to his knees. 

Lando was growing more irritated by the second. He tried to rake his mind for any indication of what Max could possibly be talking about, but he came up blank every attempt. The only thing he could remember was laying in bed with you this morning, your bare legs tangled together in the mess of sheets and morning light. 

He could still smell your body wash that he stole from you last night, his mind racing with the memories from bed last night when your bodies bent together in a pile of mango-scented soap and quieted giggles as you begged him to laugh quieter. 

He couldn’t remember why he was here, or where you were. And the lack of your presence seemed to heighten his emotions. Lando ignored his hands protest as he leaned his weight against it once again, his body tilting to the side in an attempt to look behind Max and into the hallway, to see if he could see you standing behind him.

Max’s heart stuttered in his chest when he noticed that Lando was looking for you, his eyes watering once again. “Lando-” The boy in question interrupted Max before he could finish his sentence, his voice coming out panicked. 

“Where’s my Y/n? Why isn’t she here? Is she stuck in traffic, or?” 

“Lando, what do you remember?” Max tried to steer the conversation to another topic knowing that if Lando kept asking the same questions, he’d break down again. 

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed, his top lip pulling up in a confused expression, “what do you mean? I remember everything?” Lando finally looked back at Max after he didn’t respond to his question, his eyes finally leaving the door. 

“I don’t think you do-” Lando clocked the choke of Max’s voice mid-sentence and paused once again, his hand becoming clammy in his still-sleeping mom's hand. “Max, what are you talking about?”

“Mate, you’ve been in a coma for eight days.” 

Lando shot up, his hand slipping from his mom's hand before it slapped over his mouth in horror. His eyes were wide when he stared into Max’s, his heart racing. “Did I miss the race?” 

Lando’s voice shook with the amount of adrenaline that shot through his body at the reminder of the race, his thoughts spinning from different scenarios of what could’ve possibly landed him here. 

But then you entered his mind again, and he blanched. If he missed the race then that means you won. You either won the race or spun out at some point. Even though the two of you were tied in points, you had more p1 finishes. Your season was overall better, which would have granted you the win if by chance you also weren’t able to finish the race. 

Lando wasn’t sure how he felt at the thought of losing. Sure, you were his girlfriend— one who he’s been with since the both of you were kids. But this wasn’t as simple as a single loss, it was more. 

“Did she win?”

Max’s face fell even more at the question, his resolve crumbling just as face as it first appeared. His lip quivered between his teeth, his eyes burning as his tears forced their way out. Max couldn’t get himself to verbally respond, and so he just nodded once— then once more as if he needed to solidify it for the both of them. 

Lando rested back down against his bed with a puff of air. He could feel his heart breaking, but he could also feel the warmth of your success blooming in his chest. He allowed himself to feel sad for a few more seconds before a small smile peaked upon him. She did it, just like he knew she would. 

“So where is she? She’s too good to come to see the losers, or what?” Lando tried joking with Max to lighten the mood. His voice came out a little too loud than respectful for the woman sleeping beside his bed. But he didn’t seem to notice, not when he was too busy basking in your win. 

Lando’s smile fell the smallest bit at the silence that followed, his head lifting back up to face towards the third-place champion. His eyes widened even more at the sight of Max crouched against the wall with his head in his hands. 

Lando didn’t know what to think whilst watching the older man’s shoulders shake with each heavy sob that left his mouth. The negative thoughts crept in through a small part of his mind, the darkened tentacles wrapping around his brain as they tried to pull him down into the depths of his thoughts. 

Images began flashing through his mind, colours that clashed together and formed an image of your car flipping over his. He tried shaking the thought away, cursing at his mind for putting such an image in his head. That didn’t happen, there’s no way it did. It must’ve been a fevered image, something that his brain tried forcing him to make-believe. 

“Is Yn okay?” Lando’s voice barely came out louder than a whisper, but still loud enough for Max to hear. Lando felt like a cold bucket of water was dumped over him when Max’s muffled cries only grew louder at the question.

Lando’s ECG machine’s beeps only grew more frequent the longer Max stayed silent. “Max? Is she okay?” He was fully panicking now, his body already moving from his bed with silent protests as Lando reached down into a bag that he found beside on a random chair by his bed. 

Lando didn’t care for anything attached to him, mindlessly ripping them out as he clumsily tumbled around as he pulled on a pair of jogging pants that he’d taken from the bag. 

Max barely looked up at the man in front of him before another person came barreling into the room. His dad. 

All it took was one look at the expression on his dad's face for Lando to realize what happened. His weak body stumbled between the bed and the wall beside him as he forced himself to walk towards his dad, tears streaming down his face as he broke down in front of everyone.

“Lando-” 

Lando barely noticed his now awake mom reaching over the bed, her hands missing his arm by a few inches. Lando finally reached his dad who was standing between him and Max, his father's hands coming down to rest against him. 

His father’s eyes never left his son's face as he watched him break down into himself, his face red and blotchy. His heart sank even more at the sight of his heartbroken son. “Lando, you need to calm down”

Lando flinched back from his dad, a mean look replacing his heartbroken one for a moment. “Don’t tell me to calm down, just tell me where she is!” Lando wasn’t sure if he was yelling at his father or not, not when he could barely hear over the deafening sounds of the crash that were paired with the memories that came rolling into his mind. 

“She’s dead, Lando.” Everyone in the room’s head snapped towards Max’s devastated one. His eyes were closed with his head rolled back against the wall, his hands still pressing against the sides of his head as if his palms could keep the sounds out of his mind. 

“She died on contact, she wasn’t even given a chance to fight.” Lando’s body moved before his mind did, his feet bringing him past his father and out of the room. He couldn’t think, he just ran. 

Lando barely noticed Santiago walking down the hall, his hands carrying a tray of warm coffees. He barely noticed his teammate, Oscar Piastri, trailing behind the older man with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t notice anything. 

“Lando?” Oscar’s voice barely reached Lando’s ears when he passed them, his entire body shutting down on itself. The only thing he could hear was your voice calling out to him from somewhere too far, from somewhere he couldn’t reach. 

The only thing he needed right now was you, but that wasn’t possible. And so he left everyone else, running away in an attempt to find a place where he could be by himself— where he could lose himself in his thoughts without anyone intervening. He wanted to cry, to feel the pain, he wanted to suffer. He didn’t deserve for them to help him, not when he did this to himself— to you. 

He didn’t care that he didn’t have shoes on when he pushed the emergency door open, didn’t care when his feet scraped against the ground as he carried himself into the hospital's back garden. 

He felt out of body when he lay against the soil, his chest rapidly rising and falling. The ground was damp where he laid out, the wet grass entwining through his hair in a cool hug. 

His arms were wrapped around himself— overlapping at his chest with his fingers digging into his shoulder. The cast on his leg was ignored, as was the one on his waist, and arm.

His eyes were staring up at the dark sky, the tears spilling down and mixing with the raindrops. If you were the moon, then he was the clouds. They cried with him, the entire sky mourning and sharing his pain.

The sky was full of clouds, the weather matching his very existence. Sobs left Lando’s mouth as the walls of your future home collapsed around him. The giggles of your future kids faded into background noise as their image faded into nothing more than an image of what once was. 

His life with you suffocated in his lungs, your loss sucking the air out of him. He knew he’d be heartbroken when one of you inevitably gave into time, but he thought he had forever left. He thought he’d still have you. 

And even outside, he was still just as alone as he was when he woke up. Life felt like a cruel joke, the clouds covering the entire sky when he wanted nothing more than to see you. 

Sure, you weren’t actually a star, nor were you the moon, but you were his. You’d once told him that when you died you’d become a star, a line you’d stolen from some cheesy movie that the two of you watched after a particularly difficult race for the two of you.

You said that all he had to do was look up, and he’d see you again. But you lied, or maybe you were just punishing him. But still, he needed to talk to you— to apologize and plead for you to come back. 

He shakily raised onto his knees, his hands staying in their position as he rose to his feet. He walked towards a specific flower that was sprouted beautifully amongst the withered ones beside it. One of his hand’s fingers untangled from his chest to graze one of his fingers gently against the petals with the utmost delicacy, the water from the rain collecting on his fingertips. 

“You won,” Lando spoke to you through the flower, his voice barely louder than a whisper, his voice trapped in the chambers of his throat. “I mean, of course, you did. We all knew you would, even though I still hoped for a chance…” His other hand twitched uncontrollably against his shoulder, his casted arm getting undoubtedly more irritated by the second. 

But none of that mattered, nothing did. Not since he found out he lost you for good, and he wasn’t sure if anything ever would anymore. His throat itched as the burning behind his eyes grew hotter, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to keep his tears at bay. He didn’t want you to see him cry, not when this might’ve been his last chance for you to forgive him. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry.” His knees hit the grass before he had time to catch himself, not that he would’ve tried to. His voice broke as he pleaded with your ghost, begging for forgiveness. His hand left the flower to wrap back around himself, his body needing the extra warmth.

Naively, he thought that if he begged enough, wished upon every lucky number, the world would bring you back. That he could go back in time, to Abu Dhabi, to stop himself from ever getting into the car. From killing you.

Lando’s eyes, which closed without him realizing, opened after a particularly harsh cough— his hand moving down to rest against his chest as it caved into itself. But instead of seeing his familiar scratched hand, he saw a pool of blood.

His eyes widened in fear as his eyes deceived him, torturing him to see something that wasn’t there. He knew he wasn’t seeing his own blood, but yours. Frantic breaths left his lips as his body gave up once again— his lungs refusing to inhale enough air to get let out. “N-no, p-please! M’sorry, i-i didn’t mean to—“ He was spiralling through bated air. His bloodied hand reached up to claw at his neck, his eyes forced closed due to the amount of tears leaking from his eyes. 

His lips were salty as they trembled against each other, mouthing each repetitive plea. But nothing changed, you were still gone. His panicking was getting worse by the second, his knees aching due to the bruises surrounding them. 

He surrendered to the ground beneath him, his back meeting the hug he’d earlier departed from. Warm air suddenly caressed his cheek in a fluttering goodbye, a fallen leaf following the current and landing on his cheek. 

His eyes opened as he tried to blink away the pain in his eyes, but his entire body melted at the sight above him. 

In the clouds, there was a small opening. A pocket of sky. And in the pocket, there was a singular star, one brighter than any he’d ever seen before. It was you, it had to be— you promised. You promised. “I love you so much, please come back to me.” His voice broke between every world, but he’d never lie to you. 

He loved you so much that when the clouds covered the star once again, he continued lying there, hoping you’d feel bad enough to come back to him and force him back inside. But you didn’t come, you couldn’t. And even if you wanted to, it wasn’t possible. And there was no one to blame but himself.

Instead, he was forced up by two rough hands pulling his soaked body up and into a tight hug. A jacket was wrapped around his body, his head lolling into the neck of whoever was holding him. 

“You can’t do this to yourself, Lando.” The voice was undoubtedly Oscar’s, the gentle tone as soft as always. “She wouldn’t want you to be like this.”

Lando didn’t answer but instead wrapped his hands tighter around himself. “Your parents are worried, come back inside with me.” It was more of a statement than a question.

But Lando, once again didn’t respond, but he allowed the younger man to pull him up. He didn’t talk the entire way back into the hospital and barely reacted to anything anyone said. 

The only sign that he was conscious was the small look back to the garden, the flower that was sprouted earlier now appearing just as dead as the others. 

A small smile kissed his lips, even when you were gone you were still looking out for him. And for now, he’ll do the same. Now that his angel has returned, he’ll have to hold onto your memory forever.

[maxillness]

🇩🇪 || Praises And Babies || SV5 x wife!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, oral (f), nipple play,

Wordcount: 1.5k

Request: okay so after winning his 3rd wdc, reader asks seb to put a baby in her heheh so breedkink seb x praisekink reader and seb doing both jobs perfectly. also some fluffy aftercare at the end if its okay

It’s stated reader has an accent, but not which one

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

It was the downfall of the race when Seb dropped from fourth to last in one lap. Everyone was on their toes during the whole race

But as good as Seb was, he finished in sixth, which was just enough for him to win his third Championship

“I love you so much, baby” She said, jumping in his arms, hugging him tightly. She pulled back from the hug, only to kiss him hard, which startled him a bit

“Ich liebe dich” He said back, once she pulled away

As they drove back to the hotel, his hand could not leave her. Didn’t matter if it was as simple as holding her hand, or as roughly as grabbing her inner thigh tightly

They waked into the lobby holding hands, it was nothing unusual. It was when they got in the elevator it got unusual

He stood behind her, his arms snaked around her body, planting small kisses on the bare skin on her neck

“What’s going on with you?” She chuckled, feeling his thumbs tracing small circles on her sides

“Nothing. I’m just showing I love you. Can’t I do that?” She would have said yes, if it wasn’t for the way he had started sucking on her skin, making her whimper

“I love you. You’re so fucking pretty” He licked over the few marks he had made, soothing the stinging sensation he had caused

“Seb… If you’re horny, just say so” She said, loving the way his tongue felt on her neck

“You know I always am” He chuckled into her neck, kissing her cheekbone as the doors opened on their floor

He held her waist as she unlocked the door to their room. They walked in and closed the door after them

She could barely take second before she was pushed up against the door, pushing all the air out of her lungs

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, lips grazing over her own

“You know I always am” She chuckled, put her hands on his waist, pulling him closer, their lips meeting each other

“Good” He gave her one last peck on the lips before he went down to his knees

His hands went under her skirt, pushing it further up her waist. She put her hands on his shoulders as he slid her panties down her legs, letting her step out of them before throwing them to the side

“So fucking wunderschön” He smiled, kissing the inside of her thigh as he lifted her leg on his shoulder

“Seb… Please” She whined, throwing her head back against the door, closing her eyes

Her pleads were cut short as his tongue darted through her folds, collecting the wetness that was already starting to pool out of her

He drew out a moan from her when he went over her clit “Fuck, baby. Just like that” She grinding lightly against his tongue, wanting more pressure

One of his hands pushed her hips lightly against the door, holding her still, while his other hand slowly crept up her leg toward her cunt

Her moans got louder as he started flicking her clit with his tongue, and it didn’t help his ring and middle finger were teasing her entrance

“Baby, please. I need you so bad, please” He loved the way he could have her be a moaning mess, just by his tongue and teasing her entrance

He slowly pushed in his fingers, making her moans shutter and become breathy “Sebastian… Please” Her accent made his name 10 times hotter to hear

He gave into her pleads and started moving his fingers in a rapid fast pace, curling his fingers in the mean time, drawing out all kinds of lewd noises from her

“Fuck, Seb, please. I’m so close. Fuck” Her thighs had slowly started shaking, her knees starting to feel like jelly

He did nothing to stop his actions. He looked up at her, loving the way he was the only one who could get her like this. Fucked out, moaning mess, begging

“Sebastian… Fuck, I’m gonna-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence before she came around his fingers with a high-pitched, lewd moan

“So good for me” He said, kissing her inner thigh, soothing her back down from her orgasm. He slowed his fingers down before coming to a stop and pulling them out of her

He softly took her leg down from his shoulder, standing back up, towering over her “Look so fucking beautiful like this” She whimpered at his words, seeing how her wetness dripped down from his lips

He pressed their lips together, meeting in a soft and tender kiss “I’ve been thinking” He mumbled into her lips as she kept kissing him, not wanting to let go “Kids… Bet you would look so fucking hot pregnant”

“Definitely. You deserve it” She mumbled, starting to guide them over to the bed

His hands went to her skirt, pulling it down before laying her gently on the bed. His hands went under her top ass well, pulling it off her, leaving her just in her bra

“‘S not fair. You have so much clothes on” She whined, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt

“Of course. You’ve been such a good girl” He said cheekily, pulling his shirt off

Her hands went on his body immediately. Touching everything she could. His shoulders, his biceps, his waist, his chest, his abdomen

Her hands traveled down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but he slapped her hands away “Please. I need you”

“I know, baby. I know. I just want to appreciate you” His lips went to her stomach, starting kiss feather soft kisses along her body

His hands went behind her back, unhooking her bra. As he had gotten it off of her, his lips traveled up her body up to her breasts

His lips went to her right nipple, while his hand went to the other, toying with them both, drawing out whimpers from her, arching her back up into his mouth

“Please, baby, please. I’m begging you, please. I want you inside of me. Please, I’ve been a good girl. I want your cum inside of me” She pleaded, a hand going through his hair

Her words had stirred something inside of him. He didn’t want to appreciate her anymore, he just wanted to be inside her, see if she was falling apart beneath him

He pulled away from her, drawing out a whine from her, letting her back fall back onto the bed

He quickly got off the bed, unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants down as well as his boxers

He settled back in between her legs. He pumped himself a few times before lining up with her entrance, making her whimper

He pushed into her slowly, drawing out a long moan from her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing him further into her

He groaned, dropping his head into the crook of her neck

“You’re so fucking perfect. So good for me. Meine perfekte Frau” My Perfect wife he His words sent a blush down her whole body as he started moving slowly in and out of her

“Faster… Harder… Please” Her words were slurred as she dug her nails into his back, dragging them up and down, leaving marks

He gave into her, thrusting faster and harder into her. The only sounds filling the room were skin-against-skin and their mixed moans and groans

“Sound so perfect. Love your fucking sounds” He groaned as she clenched around him “Gott, you feel so good around me”

She could already feel her second orgasm rising to her body “Seb… I’m close, please” Her rapid clenching around him pulled him closer to the edge

“Just wait a little bit, hunny. Think you can do that for me?” He asked, kissing the bare skin on her shoulder

She could only nod in response, too fucked out at by feeling his cock starting to twitch inside her

His thrusts started getting sloppy, indicating his near orgasm “Come for me, schatzi” His words sent her over the edge, coming for the second time

A few thrusts later, and he came deep inside her. He rode out their orgasm before pulling out of her and quickly replaced his cock with his fingers, fucking his cum into her, making sure nothing would slip out of her

She was absolutely exhausted when he slipped his fingers out of her. He captured her lips in a soft kiss

“You’re always so good for me” He mumbled, kissing down her body “I love you so much, baby” She only hummed at his words, too tired to let any words out

“Wanna shower? They have a tub” He said, smiling against her skin. She agreed, but had a hard time to get up from the bed

[hamilando]

Could you do a Lando x reader SMAU where he has been soft-launching a relationship for months, and one day when a normal photo is uploaded on Instagram, the fans see that he's not wearing his "regular" watch. Still, the watch he's wearing looks like the one his friend regularly wears daily, and that's how their relationship gets discovered.

I'm sorry if this is confusing, but I hope you'll be able to make this. love all of your work. <3<3<3

ੈ✩ black watch (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : lando norris x reader

tw : fluff

fc : Laufey

a/n : I hope the person who requested this likes it ! I don’t know if the plot was according to your liking but I tried my best!! Hope you like it !

·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ

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laufeyn obsessed with 🕰️

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lando that’s why you are broke.

lando I am not paying for your matcha anymore

laufeyn I guess your mum needs the Ibiza trip deets

lando how many match do you want ?

user1 I LOVE HOW LANDO IS THE FIRST ONE TO COMMENT

user2 are we sure they are just besties?

user3 pfft, waiting for the engagement

user4 paragraph guy ?

user5 no paragraph guy, just look at their posts and comments

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mclaren back for the season 💪🏻

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user1 I have never seen lando without a watch -

user2 atp, he even bathes with one -

user3 he just casually roams around with half a million on his wrist

user4 landoscar are soo cute

user5 we want 2025 to be papaya year as well

user6 ugh, lando wdc

user7 Y/N WE NEED MORE LANDO BITS

user8 I swear yn and lily are so cute together

user9 yn yaps while lily listens

user10 poor lily has no option

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laufeyn do you even read ?

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user1 HERE BEFORE LANDO

lando no. I was liking

user2 oh god, lando really is jobless

user3 why is he chronically active 24*7

user4 I swear McLaren needs to get lando a social media manager

user5 HE IS STILL WEARING THE WATCH !?

user6 how does he manage to show his watch in every single picture

oscarpiastri kindly tell him to not eat the donuts, he has a race in 2 weeks

Laufeyn dw, he is only here for the wallet purpose

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lando these two are going to empty my wallet

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laufeyn I have bestie rights

carlossainz I have ex teammate right

lando MATE YOU HAVE ALEX !

carlossainz I have being your husband right

lando MATE YOU HAVE REBECCA !

lando DO YOU EVEN KNOW MATCHA COSTS LIKE 40 POUNDS !?

charlesleclerc you straight up got scammed, Alex drinks it, it’s at most 15 pounds

lando @ laufeyn

laufeyn I NEEDED BOOKS!

lando WHY MY WALLET ! YOU EARN MONEY! YOU LITTLE ROTTEN GREEN SAUSAGE !

maxverstappen1 that’s the most British thing I have heard

georgerussell can confirm, that’s not British, it’s lando

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f1gossipofficial it was noticed by some lando fans that he has not been wearing his infamous black Richard Mille watch but rather a watch which was earlier posted by his close friend, @ laufeyn. Could there by any dating rumours ?

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user1 THE SHIP SAILEEEDDDDD

user2 AHHHHHH

user3 I KNEW IT LIKE YEARS AGO !

user4 I wear like lando ditched his luck charm, for another luck charm

user5 “I would like to win a race for yn”

user6 FRIENDS TO LOVER, THE BEST TROPE

user7 JUST CONFIRM ALREADY !

user8 lando buying books 🤭

user9 atp, lando buys yn everything

user10 girlfriend privileges 😩

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lando what watch? I can’t stop looking at her 😌

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[anyalovesu]

𝓗ome race winner

 Ferrari f1driver!jake x fem!writer!reader

—wherein your f1 driver boyfriend accidentally exposes your private relationship after he wins his first home grand prix. (or… jake is so whipped he forgot that he wasn’t supposed to reveal to everyone and their mom that you were more than friends)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

genre : fluff ( slightly suggestive ending lmao )

pairings : jake x fem!reader

wc : 4.7k+ words

cw :

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ oc is mentioned ( yunhee )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ non-idol!au ; ferrari f1 driver!jake , writer!reader

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ jake is smitted as fuck and his friends can't say anything about it

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ riki and the reader are siblings!

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ( ft. beomgyu from txt ; keeho from p1h ; heeseung and riki from en- )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ featured idols are mentioned to have wags who are fem or fem-bodied

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ not proofread ( yet )

song : the alchemy - taylor swift ( the tortured poets department , 2024 )

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You sit quietly in your hotel bed typing away on your laptop, trying to make as much progress in your book as you could before the weekend becomes too hectic for you and Jake as he prepares to drive for his home race. Jake has been constantly getting podium wins, scoring just enough points for him to be a good competitor for the WDC this season. While Jake generally does keep an optimistic aura around him whenever he does or does not win, you knew that not being to bag this race for his team would greatly disappoint him, considering that if does win his home race, he would have enough points to surpass the Choi Beomgyu, who is currently at the top spot of the driver’s championship.

You frequently went to Jake’s races, you usually came with some of your common friends from your highschool, which then successfully hid from the media the fact that you two have been dating for the past 4 years, before he even debuted in Formula 1. It wasn’t like you guys were keeping it a secret, if you weren’t such an introvert with crippling anxiety, you would’ve gone on your own and everyone would’ve figured it out right off the bat that you and Jake were together. However, with the frequent presence of yours and Jake’s best friends, Sunoo and Jay, and sometimes your own brother, Riki, whom Jake has been close with ever since, everyone just assumed you were his best friend as well.

Honestly, some fans have speculated it already that some were just in denial of the fact that Jake was in a relationship that’s why they chose to just assume that you guys were just best friends—after all, despite the popularity that Jake has been gaining since his F1 debut 2 years ago, no one ever confirmed that you were together. Even your friends have done a great job keeping hush about it as for both your and Jake’s request in order to preserve the peace that your relationship had from being away from the media’s knowledge. After all, romance is not dead if you keep it just yours, right?

“Bubs, what time do you think you’ll be done writing?” Jake hums, walking over to you, Layla following him behind, who seemed to be still relentlessly excited since being home the past 2 days. She’s dealt with the jetlag better than you ever will because that woman slept through the entire day and woke up the next morning feeling more energetic than ever after the excruciating 16-hour private flight you had to get into with his teammate, Heeseung, and his partner along with some members of their media team. “The other guys have been wanting to hit the beach before media day tomorrow, do you want to come?”

“Just a few more lines and I’ll be good for the day I think,” you reply to him as he sits on the empty side of the bed next to you and glances at the screen in front of you. “What do you think about it?”

“I think your brain is beautiful and everything it writes is written with pink glitter gel pen,” he chuckles, before turning to give you a kiss. “You have such a beautiful mind, bubba.”

In perspective, no one actually expected that you and Jake would be dating. If it weren’t for that fortunate/unfortunate day that your boarding school’s publication assigned your last project with them to be an interview with Jake just when Jake got promoted to Formula 2, you two wouldn’t have met. You still have very mixed feelings about that day because you have always been shy and messaging a rising Formula 2 star for an interview was definitely beyond your limits of comfort—you can bet your bottom dollar that you had a panic attack before that interview because you’ve always been used to the behind-the-scenes productions of your publications. Let’s just say Jake never left you alone after that. 

He’s always been so enamored by the way you think and how gentle words come out of your mouth whenever you speak. He often wondered how much time it took whoever god out there that made you to delicately craft how your mind worked, how your intentions would come to be and how you would act upon it. Jake couldn’t fathom how beautiful you were on the inside and your pretty face was only the cherry on top of all of it. He was certain that even if he was interviewed with his eyes closed, he still would’ve fallen in love with you.

Smitten idiot, Heeseung would always call him.

“I’ve been stuck on this for days now,” you rolled your eyes at him, playfully pushing his face away before huffing in frustration. Your first book did so well two years ago, it came along the same time Jake was promoted to Formula 1, which then gave you both insurmountable pride and joy that you both were doing so well in your careers. “At this rate, I wouldn’t be able to finish this on my target date.”

“Then aim for the next target date,” he chuckled. “Baby. You always say, if I don’t win WDC this year, maybe it’s still too early or maybe the next one will be it. If you don’t finish this on the deadline, maybe your deadline is too early or maybe the next target date will be your actual deadline.”

“How dare you quote me against myself,” you pouted at him, moving your laptop from your lap to the bedside table before climbing up to his lap to look at him. “I taught you better than that.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, grinning so widely as he admired the way your eyes twinkled in the warm Melbourne sun shining through the glass doors of your huge hotel room. “You look so beautiful, bubs.”

“So are you,” you chuckled at him before planting a soft kiss on his lips, to which he gladly returned. You moved away before the kiss got too heated, you were well aware that your little brother, who had only started his Formula 3 journey this season, was staying in the room next door. You would very much like to not traumatize him just before his race as well.

“We should bring Riki along,” you tell him, as you hopped off his lap, moving towards the cabinet where you had already unpacked both of your clothes. “That kid needs to get off Roblox when he’s not training or racing.”

“He’s gonna have to remind you that you’re not your mom when he hears that.” he joked. 

“Yeah, I’m the one feeding and keeping him alive when he’s all over the world driving in funny circles, am I not?” you retort.

“That kid fears you more than his own mother,” Jake shrugged. Riki is driving for the same team that he had driven for during his Formula 2 and 3 days, the fact that he's also driving under the development programme of the current team that he is really did made the two bond like no other. It was a given fact that from the moment you had brought Jake home to meet your family, your little brother had found the older brother that he never had in him. The kid looked up to him since then.

“As he should,” you said as you rummage through the clothes to find a good swimsuit to wear for the beach trip. “Is this good or is it too revealing?”

“If it makes you feel nice, just wear it. Riki and I can fight.” He smiled standing up from the bed and walking over to you to press yet another kiss on your face. Seemed like he really couldn't keep himself away from you for that long.

Frankly, Jake absolutely despised the fact that you were always so anxious of what people thought of you. Were you dressed appropriately? Were you saying the right things? Were you being a good person? You’ve always been the type to do whatever pleases the people around you which led to the decision that it was best to keep your relationship private for the sake of letting you have your peace with the people’s eyes being diverted away from you. Most importantly, just as you try as you might to give him less things to worry about before a race, he tries just as much to give you less things to stress about that might hinder your progress in writing your book.

“I love you, have I told you that already?” you smile at him fondly, taking it to heart the effort he makes to make sure you are comfortable despite your aversion to being in the public eye. 

“Not enough if you have to ask,” he teased. Of course, you’ve already told him that and him the same to you. You’ve always been great with words, Jake figured that while his actions mattered just as much, you dearly appreciate feelings being put into words. So despite not being the very best in words, after being with you for long enough, he made sure that he also knew how to word out his love. It may not have been as good as how you do it, but he tries. 

You chuckle at him, walking over to pepper his face with kisses, mumbling i love you’s over and over after each kiss. 

“Noona! Ikeu! They’re asking if you guys want to come to the beach with us!” Riki blares, while simultaneously banging on the door. “You better not be doing the deed in there because I will vomit and stay inside and play Roblox instead.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping out of Jake’s way as he walked over to open the door for Riki. 

“Why do you even have that damn iPad, Riki?” You raised a brow at your little brother, hands on your hips as you eye the iPad that he was holding. “You’re literally going to the beach!”

“For pictures!”

“You have a phone, Riki!” you both went back and forth about the iPad while Jake stayed out of the conversation by preparing Layla for the trip, making sure she was leashed and ready to go after you change your clothes. After all, he knows better than to stay out of the sibling argument out of fear of also being on the receiving end of your nagging.

“Okay fine I’ll leave it here!” Riki huffed, placing the iPad on the coffee table in your hotel room before moving over to lie down on the sofa with Layla.

The yacht was most definitely fancy. Most of the people in there were just the same people in the grid and their partners, some of Riki’s friends from Formula 2, that you were acquainted with over the few times that you went to Jake’s races. It was usually their partners that you spoke with but every now and then you were on the receiving end of the teases that were only supposed to be directed to Jake. It’s only shits and giggles, you’ve grown comfortable over that since most of them were actually fun people to be with when they’re not driving and trying to push the other driver off the track.

You were helping the other wags take their sunset pictures when Jake approached you, offering your usual pink gin.

“Need something, bubba?” You asked as you felt him clinging on to you, arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder as he tried to seem interested in how you took the other driver’s partner’s pictures. 

“Nothing, just missed you a bit. You’ve been with the girls for too long.”

“Jesus Christ, Jaeyun, no one is going to steal Y/N away from you!” Heeseung’s partner rolled their eyes at him, trying to push him away.

“No actually, I will steal Y/N out of spite if you don’t leave us alone,” Beomgyu’s partner jokes before pulling you away from him. “We haven’t seen her in a while, I think you should leave the wags alone here.”

“I will push your boyfriend off the track if you do that,” Jake playfully argues with her before moving over to kiss the side of your head and going back to the other drivers and leaving you to do your own thing.

“Your partners have successfully stolen my girlfriend,” Jake shrugged as he sat next to Heeseung who seemed to be having a great time playing hands with Layla.

“Because you were hogging her the entire time, Jaeyun,” he laughed at him. “The girls have been dying to get her to join them since she had to stay back for uni and you’re hogging their friend all to yourself.”

“Yeah, man. I haven’t congratulated Y/N on graduating recently!” Beomgyu cheered from the bar where he stood waiting for his drink to be made. “Y/N is cool for doing that with a book in-progress.”

“She is,” he hums softly. Watching you interact with the other wags really makes his heart swell in joy. 

You've always had a small social circle. For someone who worked with a publication before and just recently graduated from your film program, you sure did hate being around unfamiliar people. It always took you longer than the other to warm up to new people and consider them your friends. You just never were type for small talk. Whenever you spoke, you always said words that were meaningful and left a lasting memory on everyone who heard it. He remembers you telling him one time that you wished you had more friends because the only friends you ever considered were him, Sunoo and Jake's best friend Jay. Now, seeing you be so close with the entire grid’s wags really makes him proud of how far you’ve come from being too afraid to speak to them to her being immensely missed for not being present after she had to stay back for school.

“You are so whipped, it’s disgustingly cute, man,” Beomgyu shrugged at him, playfully hitting the back of his head. Jake doesn’t mind being teased for being whipped. He is. There’s nothing to deny about that—besides, it’s you. What’s to not be smitten about you? Even the guys’ partners agree with his sentiments.

“I won’t be surprised you become so whipped you accidentally tell everyone and their mom that you two are dating,” Keeho laughed at him. 

“It’s not like we’re keeping it a secret though. We just let everyone assume what they want. We never exclusively said we were just friends though?” Jake explained to him. “Plus the media is harsh as fuck. I really don’t want her going through whatever bullshit they told your partners when they were introduced.”

“Yunhee had to turn off her comments once because of how bad the hate got,” Heeseung sighed, recalling the faint memory of his partner getting blasted with hate comments when they started going out. Looking back at it, he really wished he approached the unavoidable media portion of their relationship the same way as Jake did.

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Anyone in the paddock was shocked to see you with just Yunhee when the weekend came along. Which then resulted in social media having  literal outbreak with the rising suspicions that the Ferrari superstar was in fact out of the market and very much taken by you. There were mixed reactions, as Yunhee told you. You had your social media, but you rarely opened them to check. It didn't help that your work accounts were held by your manager and your socials were private. So Yunhee's input were the only words you could rely on in terms of what the people thought of you.

It made you anxious, to be honest, but after Jake finished a P3, a P2 and a P4 in three free practices, you couldn’t help but divert your attention to that, out of worry that your boyfriend might beat himself for not getting P1 just yet.  It was his home race, you knew getting those finishes might set him back a little so you preferred to just shake it off you instead of giving Jake another thing to think about than winning.

P2. He's starting from P2. Oh God. You were more nervous than ever for both Ferrari drivers as they sat one in front of the other, cars revving as they waited for the lights to go off

“He can do this,” Yunhee assured you, which to be honest was a little bit weird because her boyfriend was still technically competing with yours. Nonetheless, you appreciate her attempts to help you calm down. Only a fool would deny that you were more nervous than the driver with the way you refused to take your usual morning coffee or any heavy food in general—Yunhee would normally tease you if she didn't have a clear understanding how important this is to you as much as it is to Jake.

Your eyes never left the screen as you both sat in the garage, hands clasped tightly together, barely noticing how clammy each other's hands were. 

The last few laps were rolling more and more intensely as it passed by. Both Ferrari drivers were leading the race with Heeseung holding pole position is a millisecond of a gap from your boyfriend. I hated that you were going to beat yourself up for hoping Heeseung falters ever for a split second during one of the turns just so Jake could pass, especially when his girlfriend, whom you are very close with is rooting for him as well.

“And there goes Jake Sim finally overtaking his teammate Heeseung Lee, taking pole position in this home grand prix! Will he hold this position in the last 4 laps? Will Jake Sim win his home grand prix and take the lead in the driver's championships?”

“Keep your pace, Jake,” his engineer reminds him on his radio. “Heeseung is right behind you blocking Beomgyu.”

“I'm giving him a tow next race, please tell him that,” he happily chuckles as his grip on his steering wheel tightens, locking up as he and his teammate trails the last lap.

“Holy shit! Y/N? Is Y/N watching? I'm winning my home race!” He yells over his radio happily, euphoria consuming his body as he laughs freely. “Is my bubba watching?”

“Yes, Jake. Y/N is watching,” his engineer chuckles to him.

You could not believe it. Jake is finally winning his home race. After three years of finishing 2nd in Australia, he’s finally surpassed Heeseung and Beomgyu in his home race. Your Jake won.

Your face was wet with tears, thank the gods up above for waterproof makeup because she’d be doomed if not for it. Yunhee was dragging her down to the pitlane, just in front of the parc ferme to wait for Jake to cross the checkered flag. 

“Lee successfully blocks off Choi from overtaking, defending his and his teammates' position! Jake Sim! Jake Sim pushes for the very last time towards the end of the Australian Grand Prix and there he goes with one of the most brilliant drives of the 2024 Formula 1 season! 6th grand prix win of his career since he started racing for Ferrari when he was only 20 years old! At 22, Sim finally takes his first home race!”

 “Mon bebe, Jake won!” Yunhee happily claps hugging you tight as you bawl your eyes out once you see Jake cross the line and approach parc ferme. You were speechless to say the least. For the first time in your life, you were rendered unable to describe how you were feeling. Jake’s human dictionary—finally out of words to describe things out of pure happiness that was overflowing from her body. 

Jake wasn’t any better than you were. He just won his home race, right before his family and most especially the love of his life—and all he can think of is how he’s going to get out of his car and helmet as soon as he can so he can finally hold you and celebrate his most important win yet. 

He pulled himself up the car and stood on it, basking in the glory of his win as the crowd cheered for him. He was over the moon as he stepped down, scanning the crowd properly to see a glimpse of where you might be as soon as his helmet and gloves were off.

And there you were, with tears in your eyes as Yunhee and his mom tried their best to comfort your crying figure. And before he could rethink his impending decision, his eyes tunnel vision to you among the sea of men clad in red as he runs up to you, pouncing as he holds your face and pressing the most passion-filled kiss he’s ever given you. And you kiss back, drawing in all the excitement, pride and love that were shared from the very beginning as he holds every single dream he’s ever had since he was a kid, driving in go karts in Brisbane. He’s finally here, a thousand miles from where he used to be 8 years old driving in his first karting competition, now holding the love of his life, in his first home race win, in front of all of his family and the people who supported him from the moment he flew to the UK to race for F4. 

“Oh bubba,” you cried, kissing his forehead over and over. “You did so well. You are so loved. I am so proud of you.”

On the side, Yunhee did not know whether she was to be scared of the media now that you’re doing this in front of everyone and their mom after you’ve sworn you would keep your relationship private—but she chooses to bask in happiness as well as Heeseung approaches her to give her a soft kiss as well. 

The team celebrates just as well as soon as he moves over to the side. They all pat his back, chanting as he jumps over them to hug them all at the same time. 

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You could not help but feel the tears running down once again as you watched him take his trophy up on the podium. Yunhee still held you very tightly as his mom tried to videotape the entire program on her phone. While it still hasn’t sunk in to you that Jake had just exposed your relationship to the media proudly, and you are completely doing nothing about it, you couldn’t help but not care at the moment. You were sure your PR Manager was going to blast you as soon as you get back in your hotel but fuck it, it couldn’t be more important than Jake getting sprayed with champagne and him getting his revenge on Beomgyu for spraying the champagne right into his eyes. It was appalling at best and disgusting at worst that they’re wasting expensive champagne making them all sticky and gross, but you did not have it in you to show your dislike for the decades old way of celebration. 

Jake’s eyes scan the crowd once again after he gulped down some of the champagne, looking for a glimpse of you. And there you were, in all of your glory, smiling at him, tears staining your eyes once again. He couldn’t help but give you a little wave, which you returned, even blowing him a kiss as you looked up to where he stood from the podium.

His mom managed to give you a hug after the awarding ceremony, returning to the hospitality to wait and watch for the post-race press conference. Sure enough, as soon as Jake sat on the couch, still buzzing from excitement from what just happened, it was the first thing that was asked, making Heeseung and Beomgyu cackle on both his sides.

“Have you guys been aware of this all along?” the interviewer asked, curiously.

Heeseung nodded. “Since F2. It’s unbelievable.”

“Since F2?!” Everyone in the press room seemed to have turned their heads to Jake in shock after finding out how long he had been hiding it from the media.

“She’s very shy and introverted. We also enjoy our privacy very much, so that’s been under wraps for four years already. I sort of blacked out earlier and just forgot that I wasn’t supposed to expose it like that, but yeah. I owe that win to her as much as I owe it to Ferrari. She’s always been supportive. I know you’ve seen her in the past races before and it’s the first time that she didn’t go with a friend from home, so this was an experience for her as much as it is for me.” Everyone could not help but stare in awe with how gentle and fond Jake spoke about you. And it wasn’t like it was something that you’ve never witnessed before, his language could be crude whenever he was around his mates and other friends—but rarely with you. He once said, it made him feel like he was staining your good integrity as a writer for him to speak so crudely whenever you are around.

“You are also now in the lead for the Driver’s Championship. What does that feel like, Mr. Jake Sim?”

“Great, actually. I’ve been a menace to both my family and Y/N about how important this race is to me because it is both my home race and the race that will push me closer to my goal. So I’m glad Y/N has been able to endure my yapping while she’s writing her book because my family called me out about it.” He chuckled. “I am actually still buzzing. I can’t believe that just happened. Very big thanks to Heeseung for helping me get there and to my engineers whom I had to argue with let me finish the race without boxing for the second time. That’s some big trust in me and I’m glad I was able to see it through?”

“Do you think you still would’ve won that without Heeseung defending your win?”

“Hey man,” Heeseung leered from Jake’s side. “I defended that win because I also did not want to be behind Beomgyu. Jake still would’ve won with that quarter of a second gap.”

“My tires are dead at that point,” Beomgyu snorted. “I was going to crash if I pushed harder to surpass Jake.”

You can’t help but smile at both drivers, proudly defending their friend’s win despite being questioned of its integrity. You take a mental note to send them gifts before you leave to go home in a few days. 

“I drove pretty well. The commentators agree that it is one of the most brilliant drives I’ve ever done in my career. So, yeah. The team has done great with that 1-2 for Ferrari.” Jake smiles at the reporter politely. 

Soon enough every media duty was over and he was finally back in the arms of the love of his life. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” you hum against his neck, as you squeezed hs tighter. “You did so fucking well, bubba.”

“I’m sorry I got too happy on the radio, bubs. And for kissing you in front of everyone,” he pouted, pulling you away to see the expression on your face but it did not change. Your face was just as happy as it had been before you went up to hug him.

“It’s fine,” you smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “At least they know now who’s the one to beat next to get to you.”

“You know my heart is always reserved for you, Y/N. There’s no chance of beating you in something only you know how to do.”

“You cheesy motherfucker.” You laughed at him, trying to hide the blush on your face before Yunhee notices it and teases you about it. “But I’m letting that slide. You won today after all.”

“Care to celebrate with me then? Before the party?” The smug look on his face says it all and he already knows that you could never say no to that. After all, he did look absolutely hot winning his home race with a decent gap from his opponents. 

“I thought you’d never ask, Mr. Sim.”

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a/n : hi hello i've been listening to the alchemy for more than i should and it's race week again ! it took me a good while to write this bc i personally feel like i don't write fluff well as i haven't been with anyone for years now ( lol ) and i'm not sure if that's how in love people do it sooooo there's that . your notes and feedback are so appreciatedddd !

tnx for making it this far <33

xo, anya ୨୧

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Pairing/s: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: Max just won his first Wdc so you boom shakalaka🎀🎀 

Warnings: 18+only, fingering f!receiving, abnormal amount of pet names (begging for someone to call me princess😔😔), use of daddy (your girl is desperate ok.) A TON of smuts,pwp, not beta read we die like redbull car rn🎀🎀, 

Word count: 1705

Author’s notes: this is the first time I write this detailed smut and I need holy water rn. (Was giggling and blushing writing this.) 

“MAX VERSTAPPEN FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!” The voices echoed as you tried to process the information—your boyfriend had just won his first championship. You jump to his hug as soon as he arrived at the paddock, not giving a fuck that he is sweating buckets. 

He pulled you in for a kiss, a sloppy one. His lips crashed against yours, not caring about the team members who were celebrating. Nothing else matters, it feels like the world revolves around you.

“You should take a shower, your smell is….. not entirely pleasing right now” you giggled, wrinkling your nose playfully.

"I'll take that as an invitation to join me then." He chuckled at your flustered face, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You quickly look around, checking if the team members heard Max’s words. "Shut up," you glare at him, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement playing on your face.

Later that evening, the celebrations continued at a high-end club in Abu Dhabi. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the pulsating beats of the music and the buzz of excitement from the day’s events. The bar was full with the red bull families, the high still lingering in the air.

Max dragged you into the dance floor, somewhat intoxicated. “You’re drunk” you giggled

He grinned, swaying slightly to the music. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around you. “But I’m also ridiculously happy.”

You smiled, letting him spin you around. The club lights danced off his eyes, which were still shining with the thrill of victory. “You deserve it,” you said, leaning in closer. “You’ve worked so hard for this.”

Max pulled you even closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Thankyou for always supporting me, Schat.” he whispered.

As the music thumped around you, you found yourselves lost in the moment, celebrating not just the win, but everything you’d been through together.

Eventually, the night began to wind down, and you found yourselves at the back of a taxi, drunk. The city lights of Abu Dhabi flashing by as you drove through the quiet streets.

Arriving at the hotel, Max paid the driver as you stumbled out of the taxi, still feeling the buzz of the evening. The cool night air greeted you as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the bustling city now quieter in the late hours.

You leaned on each other for support as you made your way through the lobby, sharing quiet giggles and stolen kisses. Finally, you reached your room, and Max fumbled with the keycard before unlocking the door.

You collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief, the comfort of the room enveloping you. Max joined you, a contented smile on his face.

“We need to celebrate this,” you said, smiling knowingly at him. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you flipped both of you over, straddling him as you settled on top.

Max grinned up at you, his hands finding their place on your waist as he looked up at you with adoration. "I like the sound of that," he said, his voice low and husky.

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. The taste of victory lingered on your lips, mixing with the sweetness of your love for each other.

Feeling the heat between you, you began to grind your hips against his, a low groan escaped his lips as he arched up to meet your movements. The tension between you intensified, desire igniting like wildfire as you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice husky with desire, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he pressed up against you, matching your movements with his own.

His hands roamed over your body, his touch setting your skin ablaze with sensation. You moaned softly against his lips, the sound mingling with his own as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through you.

“Max” you moaned out as his hand slipped inside your dress, removing it in a flash. Your skin tingled at his touch, every caress sending shivers down your spine.

He threw your dress to the floor, not giving a fuck about your 4 digit dress (I give a fuck though😔😔) , His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of marks. Your breath hitched as his fingerspinched your nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Max..” you moaned out,fingers tugging at his team merch (when is this man ever wearing anything else anw) signaling him to take it off.

Max grinned at your eagerness, quickly complying with your request, the air between you grew heavy with anticipation.

He quickly discarded his shirt, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue sweeping on your bottom lips, demanding access.

You parted your lips willingly, your tongue clashing together in a battle for dominance as his hand roamed across your body before finally settling for your ass, squeezing it playfully.

Breaking the kiss, leaving trails of kisses down your neck,his fingers smoothly slipping inside your panties, pulling it down in a swift motion. 

Max grinned mischievously before swiftly flipping you, settling himself on top of you. 

As his fingers traced along the delicate skin of your inner thighs, a shiver of anticipation coursed through your body. His touch igniting a fire inside you.

His fingers teased your clit, drawing a gasp from your lips. "You're so wet schat, you are practically dripping." he murmured, a smirk growing on his lips as he looked into your eyes.

Your breath hitched as he inserted two fingers at the same time, his thumb circling your clit.

Your body arched off the bed as pleasure surged through you, every stroke driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

"Max," you moaned, your voice a breathless plea, "need more, please." 

He responded with a wicked grin, his movements becoming more rapid. The room filled with the sound of your moans and the lewd sounds of his fingers inside you, the air thick with the scent of sex. 

His fingers abusing your insides while his thumb circles your swollen clit, overwhelming your senses. 

"Max! I'm close!" You moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your body trembles with anticipation as you feel your climax approaching.

He curled his fingers inside you, hitting your G-spot with precision, a cry of ecstasy escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Come for me, schat,” Max urged, his voice husky with desire.

That was all you needed to hear. The waves of pleasure hit you hard, your body convulsing with the force of your climax. 

"Max!" you screamed, your body arching uncontrollably in pleasure, a white-hot flash blurring your vision. 

You struggled to catch your breath, your body spent from the intensity of that mind-blowing orgasm.

He pulled out of you, maintaining eye contact with you as he sucked his fingers clean, a smug smirk painted on his lips . “You taste delicious, liefde.” 

“Max.. I need you” you moaned, feeling the ache of desire pulsing through your veins, your core throbbing with anticipation.

Max's eyes darkened with desire as he hovered above you, his gaze locked with yours. He swiftly unbuttoned his pants, the urgency fueling his movements. He swiftly freed his hard cock from his boxers, his dick leaking with precum.

He hissed as his cock sprung free, the cold air sent a shiver down his spine.

You drooled at the sight of his throbbing cock, feeling your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Max... need you inside, please," you whined, grinding against the bed, desperate for some friction to relieve the ache between your legs.

“Yeah? So desperate for my cock hmm? Want daddy to stuff his cock inside you? Make you feel full princess?” He grinned at the sight of you, a whimpering mess for his cock.

“Daddy please…” you begged, the ache in between your legs growing each second, “I need you…” 

He smirked, “So desperate for me hmm?” He groaned as he entered you, “Fuck.. you are so tight, princess.”

You both sighed in relief as he entered you, his whole length slid in easily into you from how wet you were. 

He began thrusting slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size before picking up the pace. "Fuck, you're so pretty, schat," he murmured, grinning at the sight of you—hickeys everywhere, your makeup smeared. 

He lifted your legs and put it in his shoulder, his thrust reaching places you never knew, you could see the bulge in your stomach as he thrust into you.

“Fuck, am close” he groaned, his thrust becoming harsher and quicker as his hand slid down to your clit, rubbing circles which made you scream.

“Fuck max! A-am gonna come!” You screamed, your nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure coursed through you, your body still sensitive from the previous orgasm.

“Come with me, princess.” He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. His cock hit your G-spot which sent you over the edge, your cunt clenched him tightly, triggering his orgasm.

“Fuck max!” You cried out as you came together, your eyes rolling back and your back arching, your body trembling because of the intense orgasm.

“Fuck, you did so good for me schat.” He panted as he collapsed beside you on the bed, his face glowing from the sweat, his breaths heavy and ragged. You both lay down together, cuddling each other.

“You should start wearing something else other than your team gear” you muttered.

“That’s the first thing you are going to say after I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” He rolled his eyes playfully

You rolled your eyes at his remarks “self proclaimed best” you yawned

“It’s the fact” he grins, “we can go again to prove it” 

You quickly glared at him, “I am going to sleep, goodnight. I love you” you yawned

“I love you too, princess.” He chuckled as you dozed off to sleep “sweet dreams” he whispered as he kissed you on the forehead. “I love you to the moon and back.”