#it literally mirrors Carlos’

[willforeverbemine]

I’ve seen about 3 possibly 4 asks about this but genuinely how are so many people (or maybe the same person idk) misunderstanding tk’s vows???????

[imjustarandomfan]

we’re at the point where random people i could find on the street with no knowledge about what f1 even is would have been better stewards at this race, and that’s worrying.

[ipushhimback]

we were drunk, it happens part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

pairing: lando norris x verstappen!reader warnings: none? words: 2.2k

summary: lando and Y/N meet at a dinner with other drivers. they were drunk and landed in bed but what happens when her brother max finds out

there will probably be a part 2 bc i have many ideas!

this is my first f1 x reader fanfic i have ever written so please be kind

Y/N has never really liked Formula 1 which surprised everyone she told that as she was no one other than Max Verstappen’s little sister. She of course knew the basics and has watched some of the Grands Prix, but she has never enjoyed being there.

But one Friday evening that changed. Her brother had told her that he had been invited to a dinner with some other drivers, and they were allowed to bring a +1 and because Kelly wasn’t in Monaco that week, he asked Y/N to come with him.

At first, she was reluctant but eventually she agreed. But now she was standing in front of her mirror and wasn’t sure what to wear. What clothes do people wear when they are at a dinner with literal multimillionaires? An hour (and a long call with Kelly) later she was dressed in a simple black dress with a split on the right side, her curled hair falling over her shoulders perfectly.

She felt a bit weird as she stepped down the stairs to her kitchen where she drank a glass of water while waiting for her brother to pick her up, as she had a feeling that she would be absolutely underdressed at the dinner.

Only a few minutes later she heard the doorbell and opened the door to find Max standing in front of her in dark blue jeans and a white button-up shirt.

“Hey, are you ready?”, he asked as he pulled her in a quick hug.

“No. Not really but let’s go. How many people are gonna be at the dinner?” Y/N was a bit worried as she hated to be around too many people – rich and arrogant people in particular as she had experienced that enough when she was still a kid, and her dad had always invited other rich people to their home.

“I only know that Charles will be there, and he will probably bring his girlfriend, Alex. I am sure you’ll like her. Also, Lando is probably going to be there as well as Carlos and his girlfriend Rebecca. George is also going to be there and that means his girlfriend will be there as well, Carmen. And probably the other drivers will be there as well, but I am not sure because George has planned it all.” Max paused to look at his little sister. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point we can just go. But I am sure you will get along just fine with everyone.”

Y/N just nodded as she sat down in the passenger seat of Max’ car. An Audi RS Q3 he always said was perfect for everyday tasks but Y/N knew he mostly had that car so he could easily drive around with his whole family. Kelly, Penelope and their future baby. Even though nobody knew about the pregnancy yet, not even their parents as Max and Kelly wanted to keep that to themselves for as long as possible.

Only a few minutes later they arrived at a nice and expensive looking restaurant where they stopped in the parking lot.

They stepped in the building where they were greeted by a waitress almost immediately. He brought them to a separated room where some people were already sitting around a big table.

“Hi guys. This is Y/N, my sister. She was kind enough to join me today. Y/N, you already know Charles, Carlos, Lando and Oscar? And there is the back we have Lewis, Checo, Yuki, Pierre, Fernando and Franco”, Max introduced her while his sister tried to continue smiling even though she just wants to be at home and watch on of her favorite tv shows.

“Yes, I do. It is really nice to meet y’all. Where can I sit?”, she asked as she didn’t want to be standing there being stared at by everyone.

A young woman pointed to the chair right next to hers and opposite three other women, who looked just as good. “You can sit here. I am Lily by the way. Oscar’s girlfriend. And that’s Alex, Charles’ girlfriend and Rebecca. She is Carlos’ girlfriend. And there we have Carmen who is here with George. So, you are Max’ sister?”

Y/N was a bit taken aback by the kindness of Lily. She didn’t think that anyone of the WAGs would be like that. She thought they would be more arrogant. More… reserved. Like she used to know them. But Lily and also the others seemed different.

“Uhm… Yeah, I am. He brought me here because Kelly’s abroad.” Y/N took a sip of the glass of water that was placed in front of her by one of the waitresses.

“Oh, that’s sad I was looking forward to finally meeting her, but it is nice that you are here! Max talks about you a lot. It feels like he loves you more than he loves Kelly”, Alex said laughing.

“That’s because he does,” Y/N said and was scared that the others wouldn’t get her little joke when they didn’t react but sighed relived when they started laughing.

They continued chatting a bit, but Y/N just had eyes for one person in the room. Lando. She had seen him before. Of course. But now that she saw him up closer, she couldn’t help but admire his looks. His curls were a nice brown color and couldn’t curl more. His eyes were a pretty blue that looked even better with him wearing this blue hoodie right now.

When Lando looked in her direction, she immediately looked away and grabbed her wine glass. No feelings for arrogant multimillionaires. She didn’t want, nor did she need that in her life.

 ***

The next morning Y/N woke up with the worst headache existing.

She opened her eyes and regretted it right away when the bright sunlight blended her.

She definitely made a big mistake drinking so much alcohol the day before.

It wasn’t until then that she noticed something warm next to her. A body. Not anyone’s body, she realized when she looked to the right. Lando.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This can’t be real.

But no. This wasn’t a dream, she quickly noticed when she wanted to get up and couldn’t find her clothes from the day before.

She got up and went to her closet in the exact moment she heard the doorbell ring. Now she remembered why she even woke up in the first place.

Y/N took a hoodie and sweatpants which she put on quickly before going downstairs to open the door.

“Hey! Wow, you look even worse than yesterday when you left”, Max said, only a second after Y/N had opened the door.

“Thanks”, she groaned. “What are you even doing here so early?”

“It is 1 pm. And I wanted to give you your purse. You forgot it in the car yesterday. Now, are you gonna offer your big brother a coffee as a thank you?”, Max asked and before Y/N could stop him he pushed her to the side and went straight to her kitchen.

“That’s not a good idea. I wanted to take a shower and then I have an appointment at- “, she couldn’t even finish the sentence when she heard her bedroom door open and heard footsteps on the stairs.

Only seconds later, Lando stepped in the kitchen, his hair tousled and only wearing his boxer briefs.

“Hey, Y/N do you- “, he immediately stopped when he spotted Max leaning on the counter. “Oh fuck.”

He immediately turned around and ran upstairs, figuring out that the following conversation shouldn’t happen with him just in his underwear.  

“Lando! You fucking bastard. You slept with my sister?!” Max pushed himself off the counter to run after the Brit while Y/N just stood there, unable to react. And honestly, she didn’t even want to react. If she had the choice she would just go outside and hide somewhere to not be involved in the situation, but she knew that wouldn’t really work longer than a couple hours, so she could also just get it over with now.

“Max! Stop! Let Lando at least get dressed so he doesn’t have to talk to you about all that in just his underwear.”

“He fucking slept with you! I don’t care if he is wearing anything! Lando let me in you can’t lock yourself in the bedroom forever!”

Knowing she can’t convince Max to go downstairs she made her way upstairs.

“Max. Go downstairs and calm down. We were drunk. I also made the decision yesterday to sleep with him. So go downstairs, while Lando gets dressed, make a cup of coffee and wait.” Y/N glared at her brother, and it finally seemed to convince him.

“Fine. But you will both come to me immediately after he got dressed.” Reluctantly, the Dutch made his way to do what Y/N told him to do.

When Max was gone Y/N knocked at the wooden door.

“Lando. It’s me. Let me in.” Only a moment later, the Brit opened the door and peeked outside.

“Is he gone?”, he practically whispered.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how scared he looked. “Yes, he is. Now let me in because we have to talk about what we say to make sure Max doesn’t insult you even more.”

“How about we don’t say anything and just hide in here? I am scared of him, Y/N. I can’t go out there again. He will kill me because I slept with you! His little sister!”

“Lando. You know we can’t do that. We will go out there and tell him that we were drunk, and it won’t happen again. It was a one-time thing, and that’s- “, Y/N wanted to say more but was interrupted by Lando.

“What if it wasn’t.” The woman just stared at Lando for a couple seconds, suddenly frozen in place.

“Sorry?”

“What if- what if I want to do it again? Listen. We had fun together, didn’t we? So why don’t we continue with it? No feelings, of course. Max would kill us. Just fun.”

Y/N took her time to proceed what Lando had just said. They did, in fact, have fun. But it didn’t change the fact that it was stupid. But she couldn’t help it. She did like last night. It was one of the best nights of her life.

Lando had known exactly what to do. He touched her in all the right places, he was demanding yet gentle. Rough but soft. It was everything. It was almost intoxicating how he touched her – made her feel seen. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Yes. Yes, you’re right. But then, what do we tell my brother?”

“Either the truth or we lie and say it won’t happen again. He doesn’t necessarily have to find out, does he? I am for the second option. Less of a risk to be killed, you know? But I think we should just see where the conversation takes us.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Ok”, she nodded. “Then let’s do that.”

Together they went downstairs. Max’ face was as red as a tomato since he was still mad at Lando. If he was being honest with himself, he knew that Lando wasn’t the only guilty one. His sister also decided to sleep with Lando, but it was easier to be mad at a colleague – even – than his little, innocent (or so he had thought) sister.

“So. Anyone here who wants to explain what happened yesterday?”, Max asked with an annoyed, maybe even hurt, look on his face.

“Max. I promise nothing bad has happened. Lando and I, we were drunk. It happens. I am 22 years old. I am pretty sure you know that what happened yesterday, has happened before. Just with other people. So, please. Don’t be mad at Lando for what happened. It was my decision as much as it was his.”

Y/N felt Lando standing next to her. He looked at Max calmly, trying to deescalate a potential argument, by just not saying anything. The Brit knew it was the smartest thing he could do in the moment.

“I know that it is normal what happened. But, Y/N, you also have to understand my point of view. He is a colleague. A rival of mine. And to be honest, he is not known for being the guy for long term relationships. I simply don’t want you to get hurt. And definitely not that you will have a broken heart because of him.” Max looked seriously concerned, protective.

“I won’t, Max. I promise. And even if he did break my heart, I would tell you right away so you can kill him on your own as soon as possible.”

The blonde man laughs while nodding. He stepped forward and wrapped Y/N up in his arms.

“Ok. I just want you to be happy. Do whatever you want just don’t tell me about it”, he mumbles in his sister’s hair before releasing her from his hug and turning around.

“I will go now. See you. Bye!”

Lando and Y/N flopped on the couch after saying their goodbyes and just a single minute later, Lando’s phone made a sound that signaled an incoming message.

If you hurt her, you are dead, just so you know. – Max

[floisahoe]

P4 - Charles Leclerc x Reporter/CS55 ex!Reader

Charles Leclerc x Reporter/CS55 ex!Reader - Instagram AU

Deuxmoi

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Deuxmoi Celebrity blind item just in💋

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User1 Football? This could be anyone ffs

User2 Props to him, that's mature

User3 I wouldn't give af if the feeling was mutual ^

User4 Charles is that you?

User5 as in Leclerc?

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user4 I mean they both met at Al Palazzo for lunch and she did date Carlos Sainz

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Memezdaily1 Who can relate?!

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y/n_y/l/n 🫠

charlesbaby @charlesstan omg look at y/n's comment ^ post this on your page

User1 ugh I hate this feeling

User2 I just can't help myself (literally reading a forbidden romance book rn)

User3 me🙋

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I'mjustagurl why oh why😟

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the.real.y/b/f/n you and mr Monaco

charlesbaby @charlesstan mr Monaco!! this is so charles coded

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charlesstan making a follow up post now

User1 setting him on fire wouldn't even do anything🥹

I'mjustagurl wait a second, my post went viral because of an f1 driver???

User2 not just any f1 driver girly - CHARLES LECLERCCCC LECLERCCCCCC cough cough cough ^

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y/n_y/l/n Monaco, I really like you🫶

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y/n_y/l/n as in the place y/b/f/n the.real.y/b/f/n mhm

danielricciardo Australia is better tho

user1 so pretty!!

y/nstan miss gurl clean the mirror

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gridfashion11 reporter y/n y/l/n arriving at todays Monaco gp

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user1 does anyone know where the dress is from??

user2 replied

user2 could be reformation?

y/nreports a Monaco princess

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charleswifey fictionally married to Charles

f1wags I miss her being a wag, her fashion was always the best

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charlesstan charles be like "i want to be friends" but looks at y/n y/l/n like this

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user1 I kind of like the slow burn though

user2 wait i'm confused how do we know that he wants to be friends???

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charlesstan check the deuxmoi blind item, majority of people are assuming it's Charles & y/n

f1girly4lyfe I'd actually drop dead if he looked at me like that

f1wags I get that he doesn't want to disrespect Carlos but he's making it so obvious

charlesbaby omg her bff just liked this post!

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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Her being mother to the young drivers on the grid, well literally everyone and their son, Jack was adored by them all. He would always find her with the company of drivers and have to steal her away even for a kiss(es). Thanks!! :))

Hii guys I hope you enjoy my take on this request :)

People would often assume that Toto Wolff is the most popular Wolff on the paddock, him being Mercedes's team principal, but they couldn't be more far from the truth.

Toto sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as he scanned the busy paddock. It had been a long day, and all he wanted was to find his wife and spend some time together. But you were nowhere to be found, and that was starting to worry him.

"Jack, have you seen your mom? I can't seem to find her anywhere in the motorhome," Toto asked, his voice tinged with frustration.

Jack, his son, shook his head. "No, Dad. I've also been looking for her. The last time I saw her, she told me someone had requested her on the paddock." Jack’s face mirrored his father’s frustration. “She’s been all over the place today. It’s like everyone wants her time!”

Toto frowned, his brow furrowing with concern. "Alright, let’s start asking around. Someone must have seen her." He put a reassuring hand on Jack's shoulder and they headed towards the nearest person they could find—George Russell, who was chatting with some engineers by the Mercedes garage.

“Hey, George!” Toto called out, his accent thick with concern. “Have you seen my wife?”

George looked up, smiling. “Yeah, I saw her earlier. She was with Alex and Lily over by the Williams motorhome. They seemed to be having a good laugh about something.”

Toto nodded, thanking George, and he and Jack quickly made their way over to the Williams area. As they approached, they spotted Alex Albon leaning against the wall, his girlfriend Lily close by.

“Alex! Lily!” Jack called out. “Have you seen my mom? George said she was with you guys.”

Alex grinned, looking sheepish. “Oh, yeah! We were just talking to her about some fun paddock stories. But then the McLaren boys came over and whisked her away. They said they needed her opinion on something. You know how they are!”

Toto let out a small chuckle. Your friendly nature and warm personality made you incredibly popular with everyone. "Thanks, Alex," he said, giving a nod to Lily as well.

With a determined stride, Toto and Jack moved towards the McLaren motorhome. They were greeted by the sight of Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri playfully bantering by the entrance.

“Lando! Oscar!” Toto called, waving them over. “Have you seen my wife?”

Lando grinned widely. “Oh, Mrs. Wolff? Yeah, she was here just a minute ago. We were showing her some of our latest memes, but then Carlos showed up and said he needed her help with some media stuff.”

Jack groaned playfully. “Ugh, are we ever going to catch up to her?”

Oscar laughed. “Sorry, Jack! Your mom’s just too popular! But if you hurry, you might catch them over at Ferrari.”

Toto thanked them and led Jack towards the Ferrari garage, the bright red unmistakable in the sea of colors around the paddock. As they approached, they saw Carlos Sainz laughing with a group of engineers, but you were nowhere in sight.

“Carlos!” Toto called, a bit out of breath. “Where’s my wife? The boys said you had her over here.”

Carlos turned, a charming smile on his face. “Ah, Mr Wolff! Yes, she was here helping me out, but then Charles came by with Alexandra and asked if she could join them for a bit. Something about needing some advice on their dog, Leo.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “Of course, Leo! Mom can never resist a dog.”

Toto chuckled, ruffling Jack’s hair. “Alright, looks like we’re off to find Charles then.”

Finally, they made their way to a quieter area of the paddock where they spotted Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend Alexandra sitting on a bench. Next to them, you were kneeling on the ground, happily playing with Leo, their playful dog.

“Mom!” Jack called out, rushing towards you.

You looked up, surprised but smiling brightly. “There you two are! I was wondering when you’d catch up.”

Toto sighed in relief, a smile spreading across his face as he watched Jack throw his arms around you. "There you are, my love. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you?”

You laughed softly, standing up and brushing off your jeans. “I’m sorry, Toto! Everyone just seemed to need me for something today. But it was all fun!”

Charles grinned, giving a nod to Toto. “Sorry for keeping her so long. We just got caught up talking about dogs, and you know how it goes.”

Alexandra smiled, giving Leo a pat. “She’s been great company, but we’ll let you have her back now.”

Toto and Jack both thanked Charles and Alexandra, and as they turned to leave, Toto gently took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a tender kiss. "I’ve missed you," he murmured softly, his eyes meeting yours with warmth. "I think Jack and I could use some time with you now."

Jack nodded eagerly. “Yeah, Mom! Can we just have some time with you? We’ve been looking everywhere.”

You smiled, squeezing both their hands. “Of course, my boys. I’m all yours now.”

Together, the three of you walked away from the busy paddock, Toto wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and Jack holding onto your other hand. It was a perfect, wholesome moment of togetherness—a reminder that no matter how popular you were in the paddock, your heart always belonged with them.

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you asked for context and whether or not it was rhetorical I’m here to provide

please enjoy this meta about The Winchesters episode 1x04

aka “John Winchester Is Bi Because Dean Winchester Is Bi: The Episode”

https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1590147812242886656.html

also, as a bonus, here’s a clip of Drake and Jojo discussing the editing of the scene where John checks out Carlos and what it implies

(click below for the video)

anyone else remember when they made John Winchester bisexual

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Just you and me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!, fluff, a little bit of everything

Background: You, Carlos and Charles are at a Ferrari event. You came with your longtime best friend Carlos, and Charles brought with him the girl he's currently seeing, even though he's not really interested in anyone else but you. You and Charles have liked each other ever since you met, but you've never gotten into anything serious. You were always seeing other people on the side and that was fine for both of you until you realized that you fell for him.

Y/n's pov

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Carlos asks kneeling down in front of me. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks again noticing another tear roll down my face.

I honestly don't want to talk to him right now. I don't wanna talk to anybody. I feel pathetic because I'm letting myself feel this way again over a guy. It's humiliating. But it's not Charles' fault. It's no one's fault but mine. I should be in control of my own feelings but here I am yet again letting my mood depend on others. It seems that the more you resist certain things, the more they hurt.

"Look at me." Carlos says lifting up my chin making me look at him but I quickly look away.

"I'd really appreciate if you could leave me be with myself right now."

"I will if you tell me who made you cry?" He takes off his blazer and wraps it around me.

"I made myself cry." I sob putting my palms over my face. I can't wait to look myself in the mirror and see black mascara all over my face. Luckily the amount of alcohol in my system tells me to not give a shit about it.

"Why you two do this to each other, I'll never understand." He sighs.

"He went home with her?" I dare to ask even though I'm not sure if I want to hear the answer.

"She wasn't feeling well so he took her home, but-"

"There you are, fuck I'm looking-"

Charles. He took her home, but he'll be back. Feeling of relief and feeling of anger are fighting inside of me when I see him.

Without saying a word, Carlos stands up and leaves us alone on the terrace. I immediately stand up and head after Carlos not wanting to look at Charles, but before I can leave he tightly grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

"Let go." I say through my teeth.

"No." He says coldly not breaking the eye contact. "What's wrong? Are you crying because I left with her?"

I laugh at his question. How dares he? "Crying because of you? You're not worthy of that, Charles." I obviously lie yanking my wrist out of his grip.

"See I don't think you're telling the truth." He takes a step closer to me leaving a small gap between us. "I know that just the thought of me being close to her or touching her.." Oh my God my heart literally aches picturing them in my head.

"Stop.." I whisper quietly squinting my eyes desperately wanting to erase it from my mind.

"It makes your blood boil." He says looking down at me. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."

"What?"

"C'mon," He takes a strand of my hair and puts it behind my ear. "We both know we can't stop thinking about each other. Whose blazer is on you?"

"It's Carlos'." Right as the words leave my mouth, he takes it off of me making it fall to the ground and the cold breeze hits my skin.

"Come with me." He takes my hand again, but I stop him.

"No, Charles, I don't wanna go with you." I lie, but he ignores me. "I'll scream, I swear-"

"Go ahead, scream. The press is just waiting for some interesting shit to happen. I'm sure you'll make the headlines tomorrow morning." He cuts me off and I have nothing to say back at him.

I follow him out of the terrace through the long corridor to the elevator. The elevator takes us up to the top floor of the hotel. We get out and Charles pulls a card out of his pocket unlocking the door of the hotel suite.

As we step inside, Charles takes off his blazer throwing it onto the bed and I go straight to the huge glass wall that has an exit to the balcony. The only light in the room was the one that came from the outside and I didn't mind. I cross my arms looking at the city lights outside not knowing what to do nor how to act. I'm so tired, emotionally tired. I don't have the energy to argue, to scream, I don't even have the energy to fight back or try to prove my point over anything anymore. I am tired of feeling this way.

I feel his arms on my waist as he appears behind me. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and then on my neck making me close my eyes and lean my head on the opposite side so that now he has a full access to it.

I let out a small whimper as his left hand travels from my waist to the front side of my neck gently gripping it his rings leaving cold traces on my skin.

"Fuck, y/n.." He breathes out. "I want you so bad, you don't even realize." As he says that he presses himself against me and I can feel how hard he already is.

He spins me around and crashes his lips on mine and in that moment I completely give in. I forget what I was mad at him about. I decide not to overthink this, I just want to surrender to this moment and honestly I don't want it to ever end. Even if I wanted to resist this I couldn't. I want him more than anything and I want him to make me his even though in my mind I've been his from the first day we met.

He deepens our kiss as his tongue swipes lightly over mine. His hand finds its way over my thigh to my panties passing with his fingers over the thin damp fabric. He pulls them to the side with his two fingers and slowly starts rubbing my clit in circles as I lean my head in the crook of his neck.

"You're dripping, fuck..Look at me." He whispers and lifts up my chin with his other hand making me look him in the eyes. "You're so wet for me baby. Tell me, tell me what do you want me to do?"

"Charles..." I don't feel confident enough to say profanities back to him, but hearing him talking that way was music to my ears.

"Tell me what you want baby. I want to hear you. Do you want me to finger you?" He asks and I nod digging my nails into his skin.

"Finger me, please." my mouth fall open unable to say anything as his fingers hastily start going in and out of me.

"I really wanted to be gentle with you tonight, but you're making it too difficult for me." I moan at his words and at the loss of touch as he pulls his fingers out of me just to push them back inside. "Open your mouth." I obediently do as he orders and puts his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them paying special attention to his middle finger without taking my eyes off of his.

"Fuck baby..Look what you're doing to me. I'm so hard for you it fucking hurts." He mutters under his breath stroking his cock through his pants that looked as if they were about to snap open under the pressure. We continue to kiss passionately ripping off the clothes from one another.

"Please baby don't make me beg." He throws his head backwards desperate for my touch.

I start kissing his neck and unbuttoning his pants at the same time. He cups my cheeks as I slowly start pulling his boxers down his legs. My knees hit the floor and I don't waste any time as I put him in my mouth. Charles' moans intensifies when I look him up in the eyes.

"Fuuuuck." The eye contact almost sends him over the edge. It drives him completely crazy. "Baby, I'm gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that." But I want him this way, crazy over me, craving my touch as much as I'm craving his. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pushes me deeper on his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him making him moan in pleasure and he slowly pushes his cock all the way down my throat again enjoying the view.

"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Come here." He breathlessly pulls me up by my elbows and presses me against the glass wall. He lifts up my dress and my right leg with one hand and with the other he pulls my panties aside thrusting himself into me.

"Charles we're at the window. Somebody could see us."

"Good. Then everybody will finally know how much you're mine." I feel warmth in my stomach at his words. God, it feels so good to hear them. "Do you want this?" He asks. I nod whimpering, but the answer doesn't satisfy him. "I need to hear you."

"I want it, I want you." I manage to say.

"Are you close?"

"Yeah, I'm so close Charles" I squeal digging my nails into the skin on his back.

"Me too baby, where do you want it?"

"Inside, cum inside me. Fill me up." The words that I whisper into his ear alone are enough to make his eyes roll and release his cum deep inside me. My legs start to shake and he quickly catches me holding me tightly in his embrace and leaving kisses all over my face.

"From now on it's just you and me okay? No one else, just you and me. No more messing around. I only want you y/n. I always have."

"Just you and me."

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CLOWNS AND CARS - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART FIVE ]

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y/nhamilton: "what did it cost you (to convince these two to step away from the track)?" "nothing (one of my dad's signed hats)"

tagged: kimi.antonelli, olliebearman

pinned y/nhamilton: guys i know the actual line is 'everything'. stop attacking me, i'm sensitive -> user: i just choked on my water -> y/nhamilton: are you okay? -> user: yeah i'm fine now!

pinned y/nhamilton: @/landonorris see how well MY bracelet would match with that fit -> landonorris: you mean mine? you're never getting it back just accept the fact -> y/nhamilton: never

pinned y/nhamilton: swipe to the end to see a wallaby sniff oliver -> kimi.antonelli: not pictured is oliver screaming very loud and running away -> olliebearman: i'm literally being bullied by two CHILDREN

user: omgg pretty 😍

user: ollie in the third slide is looking up the way y/n normally does when they talk -> y/nhamilton: i'm not short. he's built like a giraffe

user: omgg look at kimi with the koala -> y/nhamilton: that's not a koala. it's a mirror

user: queen hamilton making sure no one featured on her page gets an ego 🤩

logansargeant: invite? -> y/nhamilton: boy you were sleeping -> logansargeant: so THAT'S what all of those calls were for

carlossainz55: 🫎🫎 ->y/nhamilton: 🫏🫏 -> user: i have no idea what this means and i never will, but i look forward to carlos' comment EVERY time y/n posts

doriane_pin: pretty girl 😍 -> y/nhamilton: marry me 💍 -> doriane_pin: 👰👰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 -> kimi.antonelli: what did i just see? -> y/nhamilton: congrats, you were a witness at our wedding!

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y/nhamilton

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, olliebearman & others

y/nhamilton: last slide is me watching the aus gp if you even care

tagged: lewishamilton, valtteribottas, maxverstappen1

user: I CARE!

user: y/n hamilton back at it with the gp dumps

charles_leclerc: where are the podium pics? -> y/nhamilton: you put that filter on all of the ones you sent. it's not the vibe i'm going for today

logansargeant: are you still depressed about the uno cards? -> y/nhamilton: yes.

carlossainz55: 🏆🏆 -> y/nhamilton:🏅🏅

user: nahh you can't be clowning ferrari. that's your new home -> y/nhamilton: i've got a year

lewishamilton: well... at least i made the photo dump (?) -> y/nhamilton: TWICE

sebastianvettel: since when do you have a cat? -> y/nhamilton: it's a reaction meme seb. i don't have a cat

ausgp: we'll be back next year!!

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[inchidentally]

ok but the history of Oscar noticing changes to Lando’s appearance !!! the way Oscar stares and smiles and even tho it’s supposedly meant as teasing, he never follows it up with any kind of jokey insult and it ends up as pigtail pulling attention that Lando absolutely loves. the fact that Oscar doesn’t do the Staring or the Noticing with anyone else in his life except for his literal girlfriend. that there’s no way he or someone around him hasn’t noticed the hearteyes jokes made about him all over sm since like early 2023 but he has no interest in stopping - or just can’t stop himself idk which is better ???

but esp how he pets his own hair and then the two of them just breathlessly giggle and beam at each other likEEEEE I can’t get over how Not Blokey or overtly masculine they are w each other ??? like Lando will slip a bit into cabron/mate/dude behavior w friends who are more blokey like how he’ll trade play punches w Carlos and Daniel or he’ll put his chin up and pull out the crude jokes w guys he’s less comfy with - Oscar mostly just withdraws a bit and lets his voice get deeper and more monotone. they don’t do much ! but around each other they aren’t physically aggressive and treat the physical space between each other like spring break middle school crushes, they giggle, they don’t take any funny jabs at each other or and even their play-bickering is followed by breathless giggles. but esp w how things like ‘you seem uncertain’ and ‘I was uncertain of trying it’ like they’re just chatting about the why’s and how’s of Lando’s haircut the same way they’ll get wrapped up in talking about their new driver spaces (the new couch/bed, the new door, etc) or the snacks they have to try and they kinda forget to play for the audience bc they just want to comfortably toss around the minutiae between each other bc it’s nice! and calm! and reassuring! it makes them smile and giggle and be quieter than the raucous alphas mucking about out there in the paddock!

esp with Oscar’s active listening (and GOD I’ve loved seeing how much Lando has learned he loves that about Oscar after he was a bit unsure and thrown by it early in 2023)

Lando is telling a little story about himself and Oscar is paying close attention - like he always has paid close attention to details like stories Lando told on stream years ago and a moment between Lando and MaxF from a year prior and immediately knowing the year Lando got his maiden podium - and even when Lando starts talking about his curl pattern Oscar is invested and it’s silly but it’s a thing !! and they giggle and oh that’s the end of the video just them talking about Lando’s curls and giggling :3 no taglines, no wacky moments, nothing to get social media fired up about. just them quietly chatting in their half-sleepy little voices!

but like Lando’s dimples are so deep you could fall into them and he’s wriggling delightedly on his little butt and twirling his fingers in his curls and looking up at Oscar through his lashes and Oscar is leaning back all easy and relaxed and smiling big big big like he does in the mirror selfies with Lily and goddddd they’re so unusual and sweet and killing what’s left of my sanity w each tiny video under one minute

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[moonstruck-poet]

I Missed You

Pairing - Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

Summary - You were finally attending a race after being away from him for so long. But your work didn't seem to leave your back resulting in a very pouty boyfriend.

Warnings - None!

Your foot was impatiently tapping the ground, eyes trained on the screen, more specifically on the red Ferrari as it was completing the final three laps.

"Come on, come on," you muttered under your breath as you watched Carlos maintain the lead quite well. It was only the last lap to go and your heart was hammering uncontrollably.

Your fingers played with the wire of the headphones around your neck, one of the buds in your ear to notify you about any important calls from work. Despite wanting to devote your entire attention to the race, you couldn't just excuse your job especially since there was important intel to be acquired.

"Yes- Yes YES!" The scream erupted from your lips as soon as you saw the beautiful car bearing the number 55 finish the final lap.

He had won. Your man had just won.

"CARLOS SAINZ TACTICAL BRILLIANCE! CARLOS SAINZ, THE WINNER OF THE SINGAPORE GRAND PRIX!" Came the announcement and the garage roared in celebration.

You couldn't help it as a laugh full of absolute pure joy burst out, emotions welling up as you saw him stand on the hood of his car, his arms up as he soaked in the cheers. His head held high as he punched the air in victory.

And finally his car was parked and he jumped out, lunging forward to hug his team and they adored him back. Squeezing his shoulders and ruffling his hair as everyone yelled. Suddenly the engineers made their way and pushed you, their lady luck to be greeted by the winner.

As soon as his eyes landed on you he stilled before a radiant smile lit up his entire face and he pulled you right into his arms. Carlos buried his face into your neck, neither of you cared about his sweaty form and you squeezed him gently.

"You did it," you laughed, unable to keep the emotions at bay as you pulled away and cupped his cheeks. "You did it, love, you won!" You managed through your shaking voice and he mirrored your expressions as he nodded frantically, eyes closed as he leaned into your palms.

"I won," he whispered and chuckled when you pressed your lips to his cheek, lingering for a few seconds before looking at him proudly.

"Go get the trophy champ," you murmured in his ear and he grinned, smoothing out his wild hair and embracing him once more you said, "I love you so much, Carlos".

"I love you too, cariño. I'll be back soon I promise," he gently kissed your forehead before pulling away to make his way to the podium. He shot you a last, adoring look and a wink as he turned around to celebrate, making you laugh.

The Ferrari squad quickly hurried over to the podium and you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning to see Charles le Clerc there.

"Oh hey Charles," you smiled and immediately brought him in a hug. And when he released a long breath you knew the boy needed it. "You were so good, you know? I'm so proud".

"Thank you," he said, accepting the compliment though you knew he was feeling slightly down. "He did well," his eyes shifted to the podium and you copied his actions.

"He did," you smiled. A giddy sensation infecting your entire soul as you watched him stand in the first place and accept his prize, bouncing on your feet in anticipation for him to lift it up.

And lift he did.

A huge roar went through the crowd as Carlos lifted the trophy in the air, a bright, gorgeous smile on his face as he admired the beautiful sea of red. A chuckle leaving his lips as he heard fans yelling 'Smooth Operator' at the top of their voices. His happiness only seemed to increase tenfold when his glistening brown eyes met yours, his heart feeling heavy as he saw the love in them.

He smiled, that damn Carlos Sainz smile and you were a goner. Your insides quite literally skipped a beat as he watched you with such intensity before his attention was diverted. You cheered and clapped as he was showered with champagne, laughing at the drivers all messing with each other.

And that's when there was a vibration in your ear making you confused before realising that you had gotten a call and you couldn't help but groan. Pulling out your phone to check the name you sighed, it was your operation leader and you had to answer.

"Hey Charles," you whispered and he immediately gave you his attention. "I've got a call from work and it's urgent so unfortunately I have to take this. Can you just tell Carlos that I'll be in the driver's room?"

"Yeah 'course I'll do that," he nodded and you thanked him before walking backwards, scanning every inch of your boyfriend's elated face before turning your back on him and running back inside to attend the meeting.

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Carlos Sainz had finished his post-race interview and was tired down to the bone. His suit hung low on his waist as he looked left and right in search of his girl. It had been too long, he had been away for too long and the only person he wanted to see was not visible anywhere.

He walked to his room, wanting to check there before calling and alas, his efforts bore fruit.

"Oh amor," he muttered and rushed across the lengths of the room, wasting no time at all to pull you in a well-deserved hug. "God I missed you," he sighed and tightened his grip, wanting to be impossibly closer to your body.

He was however met with silence making him pull away to look at you with a frown. You just gave him an apologetic smile and waved your phone in front of his face. He saw the name and deflated ever so slightly, trying to be subtle but of course you noticed.

"Just give me some time," you replied, feeling bad as you looked at his form.

Carlos could feel a frown again beginning to show on his face but he shook it off, instead offering you a tight-lipped smile, "It's fine, my love. Your work is important".

"So are you," you murmured without hesitation and gave him a chaste kiss, stroking his cheeks before having to pull away to share your inputs with the team. "Lo siento, corazõn," you mouthed but he just waved it off and urged you to pay attention before heading over to shower.

The small smile that was present on his lips faded away as he stepped inside the bathroom, not wanting to feel down over such a silly issue. You had your own priorities for god's sake, how can he expect you to give him attention 24/7? It was already more than enough when you had travelled in your meagre holiday of 3 days to see the race and he couldn't even let you work.

He groaned internally, having the urge to smack himself for being sulky over such futile matters. You had a job and a very important one too, the protection of Spain, his own country literally rested on your soldiers. You along with your team were the agents responsible in handling matters of utmost importance and urgency.

But it had indeed been too long and he just missed his girl, his other side came floating in. Was he wrong to want your attention after spending weeks apart, both of you being so busy that you barely had time to call each other every night.

Carlos sighed as he changed into comfortable clothes and dried his hair, not wanting his mood to spoil the rest of your evening he put on a natural smile and went looking for you... Only to find you completely engrossed in your laptop. Headphones on with fingers furiously typing as you spoke with the team.

You looked up at the noise of a door shutting and offered him a bright grin, looking at him looking all cozy in a Ferrari hoodie and sweatpants. You pushed aside your documents, placed the laptop on the table and patted the place beside you, internally happy at how excited he seemed.

He didn't waste another second before occupying the space and immediately resting his head on your lap making you chuckle softly, understanding that all he wanted at the moment was your attention and it made you feel bad that you couldn't provide him with every bit of it.

While keeping a keen ear on the ongoing conference, you took a break from typing and carded your fingers through his dark, fluffy hair and he let out a deep breath of relaxation.

"Gracias hermosa," he said softly, eyes twinkling with affection and he raised his arm slightly to caress your cheek, gently pulling you down to finally kiss you properly after so so long.

"Are you here??" A sudden voice blared through your headphones making you jerk away as you addressed your superior.

"Yes, sir. I think I'm in agreement of your decision regarding the operation. We've received enough intel and our sources have also bought the confirmation. So I suggest there shouldn't be any further delays".

As you spoke rapidly, your brain worked to formulate strategies, analysing every bit of data you had received. In doing so your attention had once again drifted away from Carlos and unknown to you, his face turned down.

The universe was really testing his patience today. All he wanted was to spend some quality time with his girlfriend, to kiss her, hug her and just be with her. But he was being denied these simple things.

And as though somebody was really testing him, you took off the headphones, rubbing your ears as they had dug into your head.

"Are you done?" He questioned quietly, voice low so as to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere. His brown eyes were wide as they bore into yours, searching them intently and you were about to reply when your phone rang. Again.

"I-" you wanted to explain as he got up from your lap. The minute he faced you, your heart sank.

"You're busy, amor," he said softly. "It's okay you do your work, I won't disturb you," he offered you a small smile and began walking away and you stood up immediately.

"Carlos-" you began, walking quickly to hold his arm making him turn. "Please I honestly did not think it would be so busy, I just- lo siento-"

"Shush," he cut you off and cupped your face, his kind gaze staring you down but you couldn't brush off the slight loneliness present in them. "I said it's okay, no? It's your job, you have to do it. You finish it off I'll be outside. Nobody to disturb you, hermosa," he laughed, but even a stranger could have picked on the void in it.

Before you could say anything, he pressed a kiss to the hand that was holding his before backing off and exiting the room. In doing so your heart had torn as you watched the door shut, the phone in your hand ringing again.

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After a rather tedious work of another two hours you were at last free. Rubbing your eyes and shutting off the laptop you dug your fingers in your hair, massaging it in the process.

"Carlos," was your immediate thought as soon as you got back to your senses. And you quite literally sprinted out of the room, being greeted by some engineers as you hurried past them, your head moving around searching desperately for the one man who had simply craved you all day.

"He's near the track," Riccardo spoke and you thanked him, quickly rushing over to the racetrack.

Since you had been sprinting, it took you nothing less than two minutes to find him, sitting on one of the raised platforms and staring at the sky. You ran towards him, wanting to fix every mistake you had unintentionally made.

He heard the sound of feet running and looked around, his body language considerably low.

"Hey love," you greeted tentatively, walking closer to him and helping yourself up.

"Hi," he replied back, short and simple.

"Carlos?" You tried, wanting him to look at you and he did, for a fleeting moment before looking up at the stars again. "Hey come on, look at me," you whispered, gently holding his jaw to turn him fully.

But he still wouldn't meet your eyes, a small pout on his lips as he played with his fingers.

"Please mi vida. You're mad at me aren't you?"

"No".

"Yes you are. You're upset".

"It's not your fault," he shook his head and once again turned his body away from yours.

"Why're you upset then, love?"

"I just- I wanted to spend all my time with you today, especially since I won the race. But well you had work. And no I don't blame you, I don't expect you to throw your life away because of me," he murmured and your heart clenched as you took his hand in yours. "But I just.. wanted to be with you".

"I'm so so sorry," you could only apologise as you brought his hands to your lips. "I know what you're feeling and I'm so sorry I couldn't make it better. I got so caught up in everything that-"

"No please don't say that," he cut you off nervously. "I told you it's not your fault. You couldn't help that you were busy".

You nodded not knowing what else to say as you merely looked at him, wanting him to do something, anything.

"Carlos," you whispered and that was all it took for him to throw his arms around your waist and bury his head in the crook of your neck making you stumble backwards. "I'm all yours now".

"You promise?" He muttered, not caring in the slightest of how childish his question sounded. Not giving a single fuck that he was feeling extremely vulnerable.

"I promise, amor," you nodded with a smile and he pulled back, looking at you with the same pout though this time, it was clear that he was pretending and you felt your insides warming up.

"Carloos," you dragged out his name in a teasing manner, poking his cheek and trying to catch his eye. "Carlitos?" That nickname was his soft spot and you knew it all too well. And as expected he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face like a wildfire, igniting yours in the process.

And at long last you grabbed the front of his hoodie to pull him in a much needed kiss. A proper, passionate kiss. And he responded with as much, if not more vigour as he held your waist, anchoring yourself to him. Your arms wound around his neck, bringing him closer as you took the lead before feeling the need for some oxygen.

"Wow," he said, breathless as he glanced at you, cheeks a little flushed.

"You liked that?" You smirked, resting your forehead against his while your hands played with the ends of his hair.

"I loved it," he answered, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. "I missed you so much, cariño".

"I missed you too. You have no idea how difficult it was being home and just watching you through nothing more than a screen," you confessed. "I'm lucky I haven't gone insane from the amount of work we've been doing everyday".

"I'm so proud of you, you know?" He told you gently, eyes sparkling with fondness that he reserved for you and you alone. "You're doing an incredible job, love. I'm so proud".

"Thank you," you smiled at his honesty. "But it can never come near to the amount of pride filling my chest every time I see you buckled up in the car".

He laughed like a teenager drunk on love, red coating his cheeks as he embraced you, resting his cheek on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you. While you chuckled, instantly wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

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[abigailxli]

bed chem-carlos alcaraz

author: reupload for @yungbludz and everyone else who wanted it back-yea it sucks but i literally had to write about him with this song

summary: your guy bestfriend relates to lyrics a little bit too well..

warnings: none?? (idrk abt warnings so let me know)

“who’s the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?”

carlos looks at me surprised as he hears my speaker. i’ve been a huge fan of sabrina carpenter for the longest time, and carlos isn’t surprised by me staying up until 1 listening to her new album. we both are best friends since we were younger and not because we don’t have the money, but he recommended to share a hotel room in no other than the city of New York.

“sounds like she’s singing about me”

i laugh, eyes not leaving my phone as i look as the lyrics.

“how many songs do you have left”

carlos sighs, not getting his sleep for his round 1 match tomorrow for the us open by me blasting sabrina’s music from my speaker. i finally look up at him, eyes meeting his dark brown eyes.

“it’s gonna be a long night, carlitos.”

carlos sighs again, he’s tucked in bed wearing a white tank top that shows his muscular arms, shining like he oils them everyday. my gaze lingers on his shoulders for a bit longer than needed. my cheeks flush as i turn back to my phone scrolling through the lyrics.

“you do know if you keep this up the entire night i’m probably gonna lose.”

his eyes stay on his phone, looking through social and the predictions for his upcoming match. i sit up on my bed, looking at him as the album continues to play.

“your fine, don’t be so dramatic,” i say rolling my eyes as carlos lets out a chuckle at my words.

“oh, so i’m the one being dramatic?” his eyes leave his phone as he looks at me from his bed. we lock gaze for a few seconds until i look down, embarrassed by how cute he is. is he usually this cute? i’ve never had a crush on him for all these years, and he sees my cheeks turn bright red.

he smirks to himself enjoying you being embarrassed.

“Y/N you didn’t respond no?” he still has a smirk on his face as i look back at him as my face has finally turned into a tomato.

“cállate,” i mutter

the album comes to the end, and i finally turn off my phone and the speaker.

“finally”

i look at the time and notice how it’s already 2am. i look back at carlos, him yawning and putting his phone on the table beside the bed. he gets up from his bed, his muscular legs being complimented by the black short shorts as he leaves to go into the bathroom. i get my suitcase with my skincare and start using it with my little mirror that i brought from home.

carlos comes back from the bathroom without his tank top he was just wearing and i notice from my mirror. he leans against the wall, watching me put on my skincare for the night.

“how much shit do you put on your face?”

i scoff, turning around and immediately staring straight his bare chest. i stutter, the words not coming out of my mouth as my eyes cannot leave his chest. he notices me once again and walks toward the small wooden desk with all of my skincare all over it.

“listen y/n, i know how you look at me and we both know what you want.”

i look up at him, quickly looking down at the desk but he gently grabs my chin to force me to look at him.

“Los dos sabemos lo que quieres.” he says again and i swallow hard. why is he making this so difficult?

“just like sabrina said, “but i’d bet we’d have really good bed chem.”

[kingdom-of-sins]

F1 drivers in the apocalypse

Max Verstappen

He was not prepared for it, nor he ever imagined something like this would ever happen. That being said, the poor guy had to kill the infected or zombies on day one, and at that time they were still considered "people" so Max was kinda in shock.

He had blood in his hands for at least two days because he was still trying to make sense of what's going on.

He learned that no one can be trusted pretty soon when a loving family teamed up with him and on the second night they tried to kill him and take his weapons and supplies. He survived but decided to never trust anyone, no matter who they are.

He quickly became very skilled with blades and axes. He always carries an axe.

Avoids trouble. Kills anyone who seems shady.

He has lived days he won't even wish upon his enemies...actually he would.

Charles Leclerc

When the apocalypse started Charles thought either it was a big prank or somehow Halloween arrived early. He really screamed his lungs out when he saw a zombie eat a person alive. The guy literally froze and went completely cold.

Let's just say Charles found out quick enough that butter knife is not that effective in killing zombies, and neither is a chokehold. Ran over a few zombies with his Ferrari

Went completely paranoid and didn't sleep for a week until he passed out. Woke up to find his survival kit and Ferrari gone. Couldn't believe he got robbed. Got very angry and decided to track the guys who robbed him

Found the guys who robbed him. Asked politely to return his stuff and his car, got laughed at. He got even more angry. Had a blackout, and when he came to his senses everyone around was dead and he was covered in blood.

Went back into paranoid mode, but this time he is scared of himself as well.

Lando Norris

This guy locked himself in his house, thinking it's the safest place. But he almost died from a heart attack when the dead came banging on his door at night. He had to climb through his balcony and jump to escape. Dislocated his shoulder and only realized it when he stopped running. Popped his shoulder right back in after an hour of crying in pain.

He figured out that the zombies smell the living so he covered himself with the disgusting insides of a few dead bodies. Got him far enough and without harm for three days.

Almost got killed when he ran into a group of few humans, they thought he was a zombie.

Killed a living thinking it was a dead guy coming for his brain. Because of it he had nightmares for weeks.

Found a group and stuck with them for his safety and survival

Oscar Piastri

He tried to drive himself out of the city but the car broke down and he was trapped inside with the dead surrounding him. He waited till dark when the zombies slightly stepped away, and then he made a run.

He Home Alone an entire department store and stayed there for a few weeks until his traps stopped working. He gathered everything he could and left, and went out of the city.

Soon learned that in the new world politeness doesn't always work, but a gun always does the job.

Got offered to join a group, but he declined. The group started to hunt him for other purposes. Each one of them died a horrible death after getting stuck in his traps.

Took shelter where the group were staying.

Carlos Sainz

This guy was on vacation and got stuck in a foreign country. Literally stole a boat and escaped thinking that only that country was infected.

Reached a completely different country and saw the same chaos. Wants to get home but there is no way.

Kill count went from 0 to 20 in a day when both dead and living came after him. He never recovered from that. When he looked in a mirror after weeks he barely recognized himself.

Turned a little psychotic but still has a good heart...at least that's what he believes, otherwise he is no longer a human.

Killed a group in their sleep to take over their farm.

Alex Albon

Probably the only guy in the world who refuses to kill anyone, living or dead.

An excellent thief. First time he stole he left a sorry note. Carries a cat with him, his companion. Survived on cat food for a week till he found an abandoned market.

A master at staying out of trouble. No one can catch him or even see him until he wants them to. Very polite but talks to himself and the cat, may have gone a little crazy.

Franco Colapinto

What would you do if the girl you were picking up for a date gets bitten by a zombie and then comes back to life? Well, Franco tried to take her to the hospital. Not a good place to be when the entire hospital went into lockdown, trapping the living and the dead inside.

Franco ran and found himself in the morgue. A few more people joined him. They only lasted there for two days before one of them died and turned and bit another. Franco had no choice but to get out and lock them all there. He somehow got to the roof and escaped through the fire exit.

Almost got killed or bitten many times over the next few weeks. From innocent flirtatious guy to a ruthless killer. Very brutal kills.

He got out of the city right before it got nuked. Took shelter inside a train tunnel. Anyone who tries to pass it dies.

Lance Stroll

He was safely in his basement, had no idea how bad it was outside. Thought it was just an extreme version of covid. He was forced to get out when his cook died. When he got out it felt strange, like he was the only man on earth. That didn't last long when his security team turned zombies came after him.

Got the helicopter and flew away. Went to search for the military, hoping he would be safe. Soon learned that all organizations no longer exist. Ran out of fuel and had to land. Spend the night at an abandoned military base.

Was surprised in the morning when he found out there were people there. Begged them to let him stay there and in exchange he will tell him his address and they can get all the resources, including weapons. The leader agreed.

Eventually turned into some sort of caretaker of the group.

Fernando Alonso

Poor guy lost all his loved ones in a month, and not only that, he also had to kill their zombie version. It drove him crazy. He almost gave up, putting himself in dangerous situations just so he could kill.

Others like him started to follow him, respect him. Fernando felt like it was his responsibility to protect those who are loyal to him. But by this point he has become ruthless, and any trace of pre apocalyptic Fernando was gone.

He led his people to a military base and settled there. No one goes in or out with his permission.

Others have tried to attack the base and take over but Fernando is too good with his strategies and they always end up running away or dead.

Lewis Hamilton

Always with the faith and positivity. First he was all about saving and protecting people. Soon realized a little bit of fear and kindness will get him followers, people who would serve him and be loyal to him.

Doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but every now and then he will punish or kill someone to set an example and to keep the fear alive.

He thinks of himself as a saviour, and by his logic everyone should surrender and join him if they mean well.

Tried to take over Fernando's group but failed miserably. Revenge is still his priority but doesn't know where Fernando currently is.

George Russell

He was just minutes away from getting eaten alive when Lewis saved him. He owes Lewis his life and wholeheartedly follows him.

Lewis' right hand man. Loves to do all the dirty work. No one can question him.

He doesn't talk about his life prior to joining Lewis, mostly because he is no longer that man. But he was a killer even before the apocalypse

Cruel is his middle name

[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[svnaaaaaa]

Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU (Epilogue)

pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader

summary : the married life went well. so is the pregnancy?

warning(s) : another domestic!charles, progress of pregnancy (i literally have nothing to write now), pictures from pinterest

previous : part seven

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author's note : in honour of attack on titan's final episode aired, i presented a long epilogue just like how attack on titan ended its series *sobsob*. i had fun doing this series but i realized of how short the story is because i just don't know how to elaborate the story long but long stories can be boring (with my writing) at the end of the day so i decided to end it before it became nonsense lol. thank you for the support that you guys gave me, i hope you guys enjoy it from the first part till now.

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recap :

"ready to be a daddy, papa?" y/n whispered as she stroked back charles' front hair to the back. "as ready as i ever be maman." charles replied, taking y/n's hand and kissed it.

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10 weeks into pregnancy, y/n realized that her body is going through some changes and that being her emotions as well. her abdomen is getting a slight bloated as if she was overeating things. just a small bloating, nothing more or less. and since charles have a week off from racing, he decides to bring y/n back home in nice, france for some healing time. lately, charles noticed that his wife is having mood swings moments, where himself was afraid that something might trigger her which he assumed that his wife was stressed while he wasn't home.

"honey, you might want to slow down on those wings. it giving you a bloating tummy already." beau reprimanded as he saw his daughter savouring the chicken wings. which has been y/n's craving lately where she craved chicken wings with spicy honey glazed sauce on it. y/n who felt realiztion hits her hard, she put down the de-boned wing back on her plate and placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her as her eyes were getting tear up. charles comes in the living room and he heard his wife was getting to sob. he immediately went to her side and rub his wife's arms. "y/n sweetheart, what's wrong, tell me." charles hushed as the sobbing is getting louder.

"i'm fat!" y/n exclaimed. "which makes me ugly!" y/n continued and the crying comes in. charles sighed silently as he pulled his wife into his arms and hugged her gently, rubbing her back. "you're not fat and ugly my sweetheart, it just your body is going through some phases as you are pregnant now." charles tried to rationalized which makes beau hit with gulit. "i'm sorry baby, i know being pregnant makes you want to eat everything you want but i am just want you to be aware of what you eat. that's all, nothing harm." beau explained. y/n pulled away from charles' arms and glared at beau, which causing him to stutter and carefully walk away from the living room. y/n starting to sob again and once again, charles pulled her to his shoulder, swaying them left and right.

charles thought of how many weeks more for the mood swings to past by.

"charles, y/n, i'm sorry."

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as charles making chicken pasta for dinner, y/n who is finished showering, entered their bedroom while patting dry her body until she saw the full body mirror in the room. y/n noticed something different on her body and went closer to the mirror. y/n gasped. "charles!" y/n called. "charles, come quick!" y/n called once again and as fast as a lightning, there charles was, gasping for air as he leaned onto the door frame. "what is it sweetheart, are you hurt?" charles asked, making y/n chuckled. "no silly, look!" y/n exclaimed as she referred to her abdomen, making charles look at it as well. when realization kicks in, charles' eyes enlarged as he approached to his wife's way and saw a small bump. a bump that resides in his baby.

their baby.

"you can touch it you know." y/n chuckled as charles placed his hands at the side of his wife's bloating tummy, carassing it. getting his eyes tearing up, he thought on how he can't wait to meet with the baby soon enough. "hello there little angel, papa can't wait to see you soon. i hope you are as beautiful as your maman." charles said and end it with a kiss on his wife's abdomen.

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25 weeks into the pregnancy, y/n's abdomen became a bit larger than the last time she realized she had the tummy. this afternoon, pascale invited charles and y/n to her house for a lunch date. as charles went bonding with his brothers at the front yard, y/n, charlotte and pascale were in the kitchen, prepping things before cooking. since charles and y/n were the only leclerc couple that will be having a child soon, lorenzo and charlotte were more than happy to babysit the future baby before deciding to have their own baby, in order to gain some experience. "how's pregnancy treating you y/n?" charlotte asked y/n as she was washing some apples before handing to y/n to slice it up. y/n sat at the island table stool, rubbing her lower tummy looking at charlotte. "it was like a rollercoaster ride to be honest, sometimes i am okay sometimes i am not. and poor charles had to attend to all my ridiculousness." y/n replied as she chuckled at the thought of charles had to find a rabbit meat for y/n to eat it with a sriracha sauce, where charles had to made an order through amazon for the sriracha sauce.

charlotte chuckled as well. "well, he had to since he's also helping making the baby right?" charlotte asked and y/n nodded at the question. "he had to, if he doesn't want our baby to drooling once it was born." y/n said, had a thought of where her mother used to tell a story of a baby that keeps on drooling because the father wasn't able to fulfill the mother's pregnancy craving. once she told the story to charles, at first he thought it was kinda weird and dumb but the thought of having his own baby might be experience with drooling in its toddling years, he couldn't bear to risk it so he just fulfilled everything that y/n craved.

"is it really a thing?" charlotte asked and y/n shrugged. "it can be real, it cannot but neither of us want to risk." y/n replied while cutting off watermelon this time. pascale chuckled. "i also don't want you two to risk anything bad to my grandchildren." pascale informed, stirring her cookings on the stove. both charlotte and y/n looked at each other, just smiling. "will do pascale." charlotte replied. "maman, arthur's here with carla." lorenzo informed as both arthur and carla entered the kitchen and kissing pascale's cheek, carla holding something in her arms. "here i brought some desserts from patisserie riviera." carla informed, placing a box of desserts on the dining table.

y/n gasped as she holding her lower abdomen, alerting everyone in the house. "y/n, are you okay?" charles asked, rushing in to y/n's side and placed his hands on y/n's. "i-i'm fine, i guess." y/n replied in confusion. "it just, i felt something like cramp but it wasn't that hard or painful." y/n continued as she placed charles' hands on where y/n felt the flutter against her abdomen. charles' eyes brighten up at the feel of the small kicks.

"wait, the baby kicked because of patisserie riviera?" arthur asked.

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amélie was assigned to be the planner of the baby shower and she planned it to be an all-girls party at a venue where charles and y/n held their wedding at. amélie also invited kika, carmen, kelly, rebecca, lily, and basically all formula one drivers' partners. the theme of the party is pastel purple because everyone doesn't know the gender of the baby. the baby gender reveal will be held at the end of the party where the men will be invited right after the party ends.

theme and cake

cookies

invitation card

dining table

backdrop

"okay everyone, gather around here as we are going to play our first game." amélie announced as she stood on a podium with backdrop that she designed specially for her future niece/nephew. the ladies started to stood in front of amélie as y/n took place next to amélie as she linked her arm around amélie's.

"we are going to play our first game, which i call 'play dough babies', where each of you will be given a cup of play dough and the rule is easy." amélie started as she pulled a trolley that have cups of colourful play dough. "each of you need to create the perfect play dough baby where our mother to-be here, will decide the winner." amélie finished and starts handing out the play dough cups. "also help yourself with props in the trolley there to add some bonus points!" amélie added. the ladies in the hall starts to get excited as the trolley were pushed into the middle of the hall and they saw things that they can get creative with.

"okay ladies, you only have 15 minutes to create the most perfect yet creative play dough baby." amélie said as she pulled out a stop watch. "your 15 minutes start, now!" amélie announced as she clicked on the timer and the ladies started to rolling out play dough according to their own ways. "so y/n, who do you think will be the winner?" amélie asked leisurely as she tried not to make things focus on the game. y/n hummed as she looked at the contestants making their babies eagerly. she eyed on kika's play dough baby. "i had my eyes on someone's but i can't tell who." y/n replied as she giggled. "oh-kay then, ladies your time have five more minutes left." amélie announced and she walked around, eyeing the babies.

"time's up! so y/n, please choose your winner mommy!" amélie announced and y/n walked around to evaluate the babies.

y/n smiled genuinely. "without bias, the winner for this round is ... carla!" y/n announced as carla jumped happily and went to hug y/n at her arm as she doesn't want to cause trouble to y/n.

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five games later, at party is now almost at the end and the men now have arrived. y/n's eyes lighten up as charles showed in her sight. charles saw y/n and walked his way to her. y/n smiled at charles and grabbed his arm, hugging it. charles chuckled at his wife's attitude, stroking his wife's arms around his right arm. "alright, now that everyone is here. now is the time for the gender reveal!" amélie announced and brought in a white frosted cake on her hands.

the guests there were starting to clapping their hands, feeling excited at the reveal of baby leclerc. including the new leclercs, where both charles and y/n is fine with the gender of the baby, as long as the baby is healthy and happy. charles gripped on y/n's hand where he pulled it to his mouth and kissed on it, making y/n smiled at her husband's gesture.

"ladies and gentlemen, may i here invite the leclercs to the podium here and cut the cake to present the reveal of their baby's gender." amélie announced and then both charles and y/n went to the front, onto the small podium that amélie made, hand in hand. amélie smiled at the couple and stood a bit away from where the couple stood. "are you guys feeling excited?" amélie asked, being the great host she is. "are you expecting a boy or a girl?" amélie added. "well..." charles started, as he getting nervous for no specific reason. "we were hoping to get both boy and girl but since there is only one baby here," charles placed his hand on his wife's belly, "we are fine with any of it as long as the baby's fine and y/n have a safe labour soon." charles said as the crowd were awed at charles' reply.

"okay, it's time to cut the cake! which gender will the new baby leclerc will be!" amélie said as both charles and y/n cut the cake and the gender has been revealed, which caused joy among the guests there.

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38 weeks passed by so quickly and it is time for y/n to be admitting into her labour ward since the baby can arrive soon enough. also she has been feeling mild contractions. right now, charles went off to registering his wife after they got in their ward room.

"have you thought about the name yet?" one of the nurses asked as she was inserting iv drip on y/n's arm while y/n make herself comfortable on a bed that she has been admitted. "yea, we had few names listed but the right one will comes right in when we see the baby's face." y/n told the nurse. the nurse smiled at the excitement of a new mother. this was the first time for the nurse to see new mothers being calm, despite within 24 hours, they had to push a baby out of their uterus.

"all done, if there's any discomfort or problems, please press the button here okay?" the nurse asked and y/n nodded her head yes. making sure that y/n is fine once again, she left the ward room, followed with charles entering. y/n letting out a huge huff of breath. "another contraction?" charles asked and y/n nodded her head yes. "but still, the water isn't broke yet. is it normal?" y/n asked worriedly, making charles nervous and worried as well.

he was a small child when his mother gave birth to arthur and y/n was the younger child in her siblings. none of them experience with childbirth before.

"i guess so, want to take a walk?" charles offered. y/n nodded her head yes.

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the leclerc couple walked down the hallway of the ward, waiting for water to break and also for dilation. dragging along the iv drip along. "can you believe it char, less than 24 hours we get to see our little baby!" y/n said excitedly even in the midst of contraction. charles smiled at his wife's excitement and admired at how strong a woman is even if she is in labour. this makes charles respect women even more, especially his mum and wife. "we have been waiting long enough now, please hurry up little fella." charles said while rubbing his wife's stomach, causing y/n groaned silently not wanting to create chaos. charles noticed it and pulled his hand away and immediately hold onto his wife's shoulders, fearing that she might fell down or something along the way. charles looked at y/n worriedly, which y/n saw and smiled a bit. "i'm fine, it just the baby can't wait to meet you too." y/n said slowly.

and their walk ended right there, as to the dilation went from 2 cm to 9 cm. that fast huh.

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charles_leclerc Presenting René Jules Valentin Leclerc. I love you my boy, just like how I love your mother ❤️

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a/n : the end! i didn't know how to end it so i ended it this way. thank you to all who have been supporting this series from the beginning until now. for now i would like to take a rest from writing because i have been in writer's block mode for a while now, hence the ending. if any of you have any suggestions or request, feel free to inbox me and i will try my best to make it a reality! once again, thank for the support and if you don't mind, feel free to follow me so that you will known what will i write next hehe 🩵

[khristie16]

Two Options, One Chance

you are a model that is well introduced to your favorite guys, but how well it goes for you trying to keep both of them?

— based on these requests warnings: 18+, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, bdsm, penetration, fingering, choking, some anon called it rape fic so rape fantasy, no proofread

You've never been the type of girl who could choose only one man if you wanted both of them. Which is exactly what happened to you in the last two months. You are quite popular in a celebrity world because you make photoshoot for bikini and underwear. You have made some connections and once you met two men on a New Year's party. Charles and Carlos. It took like ten minutes to get it on with Carlos right before the countdown on the new year's coming. After few days you received a text message from unknown number. As time passed by you discovered it was Charles who wrote you. He did not want to tell you how he got your number and after some flirtatious texts you met up and hook up together.

For some time you felt ashamed of yourself for being this torn between two guys, but you successfully let it go and stayed in your confidence. This situation going on went well till one day where you started thinking that perhaps it wasn't the best choice to make colliding between two possessive guys.

There was another party of one our mutual friends with Carlos. You attended together as something like a pair even though you have never spoke with him how exclusive you two are. And given the fact you are hooking up with Charles at the same time meant you are the last to talk about exclusivity. You are not used to drinking alcohol that much so it took you few sips of wine and you danced on top of the table on the music. You liked to wear dresses and the higher you stand the easier for others to see what color of your panties you're wearing. Carlos didn't like the looks male relatives had for you and his blood started boiling. He stayed still literally for two minutes until he tossed you from the table grabbing your arm and leading you toward the exit where he called the cab to go home. You shouted at him why he is acting like this towards you but in vain.

"Shut up or you will make it worse"

You didn't know what was going on and you closed your eyes for just one minute. The next one you are lying on your stomach feeling tense wrists. As you struggle with your clear sight you feel someone presence behind you. As you finally accomodated to the light you saw handcuffs literally so tight to your skin you were afraid to move now in case you could really hurt yourself.

"Carlos…"

You started to be worried because this has never happened between the two of you. It was always rough but not like this. As you started crying resulting in the unknown fact about what was going on a harsh slap landed on your ass making you writhe on your stomach and scream in pain. Carlos was fuming and his own exhales through nose were the only thing you could concentrate on instead of the pain.

"A fucking slut"

You moved your legs up and down like a little child trying to escape the cage from this man but he held you so steady you wouldn't move an inch even if you wanted to.

"You probably fucking forgot who is your master"

Your eyes almost fell out and you screamed even more trying to escape him. He slapped you more and more you swore you wouldn't be able to sit down from the lasting pain. When you thought you're gonna pass out he sticked his dick to your hole making you cry and moan at the same time. You hated Carlos at this same second and even more the second you came on his dick.

The next morning waking up in his bed you went to the bathroom trying to not wake him up and as you took a look in the mirror you gasped. You don't even remember Carlos choking you but the fingers printed around your neck was enough to run away from his flat back to your home. You thought blocking his number immediately and when you opened the phone you saw sixteen unread messages from Charles. The last one made you scared.

I am going to your place now

As you panicked and ran towards the door to lock it there was a knock on the door. You froze on the spot and awaited what will come next. You hoped he will disappear on his own when you won't open them for him but he talked to you through the closed doors.

"I know you're there."

You didn't wanna believe him. First he could not see you like this in this state because he is not supposed to know you are seeing someone else. Second you were starting to be scared of Charles again. Yet you acknowledged that these guys probably have grown some obsession over you which Charles immediately supported.

"I have your GPS on my phone."

You cursed and thought of jumping from your window. Too high. You ran to put up a roll neck to cover the evidence from your past night. Charles grew impatient as he started punching the doors.

"Stop making noise!"

You saw him furious in front of you and his eyes immediately went to your neck. When his eyes met up with yours again he stepped closer to you and grabbed you by your hair.

"I missed you"

He attacked your lips and took everything you got left for him. You moaned and whimpered at the same time from such intrusion. You were enough overstimulated and you didn't know how much longer you could go like this.

When he tossed you on the bed, he grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt. You didn't even get the chance to catch a breath and you were already naked under him.

"What is this?"

You started begging him to stop whatever he was doing but he held you even more by crushing your waist. He slapped your left breast and you yelped in pain.

"You are fucking mine from now one"

He held you by the neck the second words left his lips and pressed firm around. You questioned what he is doing and as if he read your mind

"Whoever this was is gone, this neck is MINE"

You almost passed out and tears ran freely down your cheeks you weren't even aware of. He kissed your tears and filled you with his fingers. Your natural response was to get away from his as much as possible and as fast as possible. But he held you in his possession now and that is quite literal.

"Stop please"

You couldn't go with the overstimulation but Charles did not care. He smiled at you with psychopathic eyes and whispered to your ear.

"I'm gonna print myself everywhere, no matter how you feel about it."

[valyrfia]

its fascinating to the lecfosi that so many traits they love in charles, when put in lando make him so unlikeable... the way to figure out why? charlando. professional opinion.

You're SO right kind of my hand flew to my mouth. I was literally thinking this morning about how it's very weird to me how many LN4s hate Charles because they are kind of very similar actually. They're both overly critical about themselves in the media, have moved in very similar ways with their PR, they're both treated as the "chosen one" of their respective very old F1 teams, each team believing that they will bring their team back to its former glory. I don't know whether it's differing opinions on Carlos Sainz polarising people or whether people can't hold two different hero's journeys in their heads at the same time. But Lando and Charles are, in a lot of ways, mirror images of each other.