#mafia!fernando alonso

[bon2bonn]

Adore You

Mafia!Fernando Alonso X female!reader

Words count : 1.4k.

Warnings : a#£hole who won't take no for an answer, blood, knives used to threaten, cursing , not proof read .

* No plot, just vibes 💚 ~ .

“that’ll be 5.79 , anything else ? " Elaine asked after she took the order and registered it then looked up at the man leaning on the counter when he delayed his answer , her eyebrow rose at the sight of his tailored suit and slicked back hair along with an arrogant smirk that screamed trouble making her clench her jaw on attempt to not let her face contour into annoyance , specially when he leaned in and declared “ your number and when you get off work “ , the table near the back filled with carbon copies of the same jerk erupted into boyish ‘oooh!’ and ‘smooth bastard’ .

Ignoring the commotion she cleared her throat to deflected his advance , she tried to get him to move so the people in line could order “ then , your order will be ready in a bit , please take a seat as it gets done " , but that didn’t make him budge, he tilted his head with a raised eyebrow " playing hard to get I see , that won’t work for me darling, now be a good girl and tell me when you clock out “ . Her glare didn’t work either so she politely denied “ No , so if you’re done here step aside, you’re holding the line “ he huffed at her attitude and slammed his hand on the counter in warning “ you clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with , so....” She tilted her head in a taunting manner , a sneer in her voice as she seized him up “ and you clearly don’t know who you are dealing with standing here , so I advise you to back the fuck up before it gets out of hand “ his smirk turned dark but before he could counter back a voice cut him as the owner walked from the back and stood beside the register , one hand on her hip and the other on the counter , a deep frown very clear upon her face when she asked “ what’s going on here ? “ She looked the guy down before turning to Elaine who stepped back to let her boss take her place gladly , feeling a tiny bit of pity for the guy but that bit fade into oblivion when he looked at her boss with inference and might she add downright disdain “ it’s none of you business old hag “ the table erupted again in cheers as he kept going , unknown to him that he’s only digging a deeper hole for himself “ now move along before I make you! “ , Elaine winced at the heavy silence as she watched from the side how things played out .

The older woman didn’t even blink as she calmly advised , directing her words to him and his friends “ I’ll give you and your sorry excuse of company three minutes to leave or ..” he leaned on his elbows in a challenging stance “ or what ? , what are you going to do huh? Are you going to....” She didn’t let him finish as she swiftly took a fist full of his hair and slammed his head face down on the counter separating them , her other hand then took out a cutting knife from her tools belt and slammed it on the counter just a hair away from his face when he turned his head sideways trying to Lessing the pressure off his now definitely broken nose , his body stiffened and stilled , too startled to move an inch out of fear , the same goes to his fellows who stood stunned and ready to jump but halted when she grabbed the knife and pointed it their way " I hate to repeat myself . When I told you to move up and out , I expect you to do as I say and get the hell out before I make you . Now . Did I make myself clear? “ She asked in a monotonous voice, still pointing the knife at them then the door , waiting patiently for them to scramble out , then she turned her attention to the still one under her hand .

She sized him with a cold glare as she tapped the knife on the counter impatiently “ next time a lady tells you ‘NO’ you mind your damn business and get lost , and God forbid if I had to repeat myself again , a cracked nose would be the least of your worries . Am I clear ? “ He nodded in obedience and stumbled back when she released him and took her knife back , not waiting as she heard him run out the door in a startling sprint , his invisible tail tucked between his legs as he made a Beeline out the door .

She smiled politely at the stunned couple who were waiting in line, taking over the register as Elaine wiped and disinfected the counter in the time she took their order , humming a melody as she made her way to the kitchen , washing her hands and back to what she was preparing before she got side-tracked .

A few minutes later a man made his way through the door and gave a nod of greeting at Elaine who smiled and pointed at the back with look from where she was taking orders . A smile made itself at home upon his face when he found her , humming softly to herself as she cleared away the cutting board along with the now washed and ready vegetables . She did not miss a beat to scold when he probed his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug “ you’re late “ , he let out a hum “ I missed you too , mi Amado “ planting kisses along her shoulder all the way to behind her ear making her roll her eyes , huffing in feigned annoyance “ flattering and kisses won’t do you any good “ pointing her knife around with every word making him bite back a chuckle “ I was taking care of some ...... Inconveniences, and I think you’ve had enough fun terrorising everyone with you knife today “ she turned her head sideways with a stinky glare “ excuse you !? “ He only smiled back innocently then kissed her cheek “ I love you “ making her groan and turn to kiss him properly “ I love you too , even when you’re late “ he nodded and left a kiss on her head before moving to wash his hands after rolling his sleeves up , adding ingredients to the already brewing pot on one of the stoves as he was instructed, letting her finish the task at hand before moving to another one .

They worked in harmony until closing time, seeing the last customer out before letting Elaine head out early as they were having a date night in , she left while half-heartedly teasing them on her way out to ‘not have too much fun’ as she wiggled her eyebrows at them with a mischievous smile, dodging as she got swatted at with a towel on her way to the door which she blowed kiss at her boss in return , leaving them be for the time being .

Not long after that Fernando stood by the terrace with a glass of wine in hand as he waited for her to come up , and he didn't have to wait long as she reached the top of the stairs leading to the roof , dress held delicately in her hand as she made her way over to him , placing her hand in his offered one " breathtaking as always, mi amor " she left a kiss against his jaw " charming as always, my love " and leaned against his side , " only for you mi amor " she hummed taking his glass in favour of him slipping his now free hand around her as they took in the view of the gleaming lights of down town from where the stood , the night's air was cool and soothing , perfect for the night they were having , dinner and shared bottle of wine, and eachother company is all they could ask for at the end of the day .

[cadillacjohnf1]

"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse"

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando walking around the garage like the mob boss he is

[verstappenf1lecccc]

Hi lovely. Can you please do mafia Charles and he’s very protective over reader who’s younger than him and maybe his enemies hurt her and he goes crazy or smth — F1driverszona

babe asked so she shall receive, I swear I’ve never written a fic this quickly I hope y’all’s like it 🎀

*Perceval*

You know how you look at someone and feel your heart swell with pride and joy? That was how Charles was feeling the exact moment he saw his pretty little girlfriend get her bachelors degree. She looked so gorgeous in the white outfit he had picked with her, so pure and innocent.

Charles genuinely wondered how she hadn’t noticed all the security that constantly followed him. How was he only 27 with an entire estate under his name? It really made Charles ponder. Maybe she noticed but was smart enough to not bring it up.

Regardless, he was the proudest person in the room, eyes beaming with glee as she threw her cap up in the air with joy enriched onto her face. With her only being 20, their relationship was the root of all the gossip in town.

It was strange, really. 7 years wasn’t that bad. He knew her better than anyone, and she knew him the most. He never let such thoughts bother him, especially since he was running one of the most discreet underground mafia. Charles knew the risk of getting her involved in his life. He knew that she would forever be tangled in his dirty business, whether she knew it or not. He hated the way that she drew in people with her charm and charisma.

In Charles' world, more attention meant a higher probability of ending up dead. Just thinking about something happening to her made his blood boil. She’d never be harmed. Little did Charles know that pissing off the Russian Mafia came with its drawbacks. The Russians played fast and dirty. They’d attack where it hurts the most. Due to their undercover agent in her university, they knew exactly who she was. Every little detail from the timings she enters and exits the university to the car that comes to pick and drop her.

The Russians were smart, very smart. They knew the best way to hurt Charles was to hurt his girl. They knew kidnapping would not work as she was heavily guarded at all times. So they came up with a public declaration of war. They were going to attack her at her graduation ceremony, in front of everyone, and most importantly, Charles.

This was their way to send a message. Frankly, ever since y/n and Charles started dating, he was ignoring his priorities with the mafia and appointed most of the tasks to Kyviat, who turned out to be a traitor. Some may say Charles’s lack of attention caused him to lose the most important person in his life. Just as they called out her name, the first shots fired. Almost in an instant, Charles whipped his head so fast you could hear a bone crack. He knew this was planned. He prayed and hoped deep down it wasn’t a message for him. He knew Alonso’s daughter also went here and selfishly hoped it was for him.

All his prayers fell on deaf ears when he saw his precious angel falling, almost in slow motion, with her white dress that he loved oh so much turning ever so red with each passing second. He knew he messed up. He had so much love he still needed to show her. The engagement ring in his pocket felt like hot coal, burning him almost taunting him painfully. He had everything planned out, each moment, each step. He never expected her to be ripped out of his arms. He had destroyed homes and families.

He knew he had unpaid karma. And just when he started becoming a better person, he had to pay his karma in full. They say the day she bled out in his arms was the day hell froze all over again. Each of her deep and labored breaths haunted his soul for the rest of his life. He still had days where he could imagine her next to him. If people thought Charles was cruel before the shooting, they would be very wrong.

Seeing the love of his life lying still on a ventilator enraged a different type of devil in him. He hunted each and everyone involved in the shooting like he was hunting animals. He shot, stabbed, burned, bleached, skinned, and mutilated each and everyone. It was borderline psychotic. By day, a doting boyfriend in the ICU. By night, a cold-blooded killer on the loose.

Each morning when he returned, he would utter the same words over and over again, “ça aurait dû être moi, pas toi, ça aurait dû être moi, ma chérie, pas toi. je suis désolé je suis désolé.”

Charles had lost it. More than ever, his reign of terror only ended when she opened her eyes again. He never touched another gun or affiliated with the mafia ever again.

The both of them found a safe haven in the Swiss Alps, only returning to Monaco when everything was over, Charles becoming the most protective person ever known to have lived. His large hand placed on her ever prominent belly. Monaco saw the aftermath of what happens when you mess with Charles Leclercs wife. That was the only incident that ever involved y/n. Charles made sure of it after all she was his and he protected what was his. His overprotective nature plus his power made sure she was safe.

[percervall]

fight so dirty but your love's so sweet

pairing: Fernando Alonso x fem!reader warnings: mafia!Nando, sexual harassment, smut, knife play, p in v, unprotected sex words: 1802

In which Fernando knows you like the back of his hand

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You’re not even sure exactly why it is your husband and you need to show your faces at this event. Probably to keep up appearances to those in politics that your husband is an upstanding citizen and not in fact their worst nightmare running the Madrid underworld. As if the farce of this charity ball absolves him of any illegal activities. You can’t help but scoff into your glass of wine. You’re married to him and only know a fraction of what your husband gets up to, half of which would have the people in this room clutching their pearls. 

Finishing your wine, you look for a waiter so you can get a refill. Unfortunately for you, instead of another glass of wine, you find the displeasure of the company of Mr. Sergio Pérez, an undersecretary to the Minister of Finance. Hiding your disdain behind a saccharine smile, you listen to his poor attempt at flirting.

“So what do you say? Wanna ditch this boring event and skip to where you and I get to know each other.. Biblically?” 

“No thank you, my husband doesn’t like sharing what’s his,” you reply, hoping he gets the implied not interested. 

“Who says he needs to know?” 

God, this guy really doesn’t know when to stop, you think, your jaw hurting from where you’re clenching it.

“Trust me, Mr Alonso would know.” 

“I don’t see that chihuahua of a guard dog anywhere,” he says with all the bravado of a man two whiskeys too deep to know what’s good for him. You fight the urge to smile when you see his eyes widen and feel the press of lips against your temple and the fabric of his suit against your bare back.

“Oh, you wish he were just a chihuahua when he’s done with you,” you respond with a wicked smile, resting a hand on top of the one Fernando has now wrapped around your waist. Without a moment’s hesitation, two men dressed in black appear and grab the undersecretary by the arm. Something tells you it’s hard enough to at the very least bruise by the way the man’s face contorts as they walk him out. Fernando spins you in his arms so you’re facing him, eyes scanning yours to make sure the only harm done was having to listen to the absolute garbage coming out of Mr. Pérez’ mouth. He pushes a strap of your dress back up your shoulder before taking your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“He didn’t touch me, Nando,” you say quietly, watching your husband intently. The Spaniard’s eyes flash at the mention of him. 

“Let’s go home, princessa,” he replies and you wordlessly nod, letting him pull you outside. 

Fernando keeps a hand on your thigh through the entire drive home, the heat of his skin making your breath hitch. Judging by the way the corner of his lips twitches up in a smile, he’s well aware of the effect he has on you. Once you get home, he helps you out of the car –ever the gentleman, even though you know this will be the last courteous act for the night. Thanking the young guard at the door, you step inside and place your clutch bag on the console table before moving into the living room. Fernando is hot on your heels and something tells you he instructed the guards to make sure no one disturbs you for the rest of the night. You turn to face him, letting your eyes roam freely. Fernando always looks good, but something about him in a well-fitting suit without a tie just hits different, especially with that back tattoo hidden underneath it all; he plays the part of upper class and respectable brilliantly yet the samurai on his back serves as a reminder that he will do whatever’s necessary to protect his honour.

As your eyes move up to his face, you see the way his eyes have darkened. Biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling, you move back as Fernando moves to close the distance between you. Back hitting the wall, you press your palms against it as you arch up to look at him.  

“I thought you were going to stop killing politicians,” you chide, squeezing your thighs shut at the wicked glint in his eyes. He brushes a knuckle over your cheekbone, making your eyes flutter closed.

“I think I’m doing María a favour by getting rid of him, let alone his wife. The asshole should know better than to ignore a woman’s no,” he says as he slides a hand up the slit of your dress. You can feel his fingers brush against the lace garter and you can’t help but gasp.

“Oh princessa, so naughty hm? Chastising me for getting rid of a problem when we both know you would’ve had him on the floor begging for mercy just as much,” Fernando murmurs and slowly pulls the dainty little dagger free from its holster on the inside of your thigh. Having his fingers so close to where you need him most leaves you breathless.

“A girl’s gotta be able to defend herself,” you offer as an explanation.

“Oh, I agree darling but I also know just how much you love it when I do this,” Fernando says and runs the blade across your collarbone before sliding it under the strap of your dress. The fabric easily yields to the blade and Fernando’s smile widens when you whimper as he slides it under the other strap to cut you out of your dress. The burgundy fabric rustles as it falls to the floor where it pools around your heels, leaving you in nothing but a thong. It wasn’t even one of the sexy pairs, needing to opt for the black seamless ones to have no lines visible underneath your dress. Which is also why you’re not wearing a bra. 

“Very naughty I see,” Fernando murmurs. You gasp when you feel the cool steel of the blade against your hip where it slides under the thin material. The edge of the blade digs into your skin a little as it cuts through the fabric and you can’t help but whimper at the feeling. What’s left of it slides down your legs to join the ruined fabric already on the floor. Fernando moves the dagger again, the tip now tilting your face up. Eyes struggling to remain open, you’re taken aback by just how open Fernando’s affection for you is on his face. Here’s the thing about your marriage with him: he might be the most ruthless, the most cunning man you know, but he would never hurt you –not even when you literally hand him a weapon as delicate as your heart. 

“Love seeing you like this,” Fernando all but whispers, “so beautiful when you let me do this to you.” He presses a kiss against your lips and you all but melt into him.

“Mi vida, mi alma, mi sol, all I do is for you,” Fernando whispers in the space between your faces.

“I love you,” you say on an exhale as his fingers dance over your skin. Fernando hums in response, cradling your face in his hands as he dips down to kiss you once more. Still holding onto you, he walks the two of you backwards while making sure you don’t trip and fall over the discarded clothing. Breaking the kiss, he spins you around. His hand glides up your back to your neck before he tightens his hold on you, and pushes you forward so you’re leaning over the back of the couch. You can hear the clink of metal as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of leather getting pulled free from fabric sending a jolt to your already throbbing clit. Fingers digging into the cushions, you slide your feet further apart as you try to prepare yourself for what’s to come. Fernando chuckles darkly. “So needy, princessa. Want to be filled, hm?” 

“Y-yes, please..” you sigh, arching your back. It’s no longer a want, it’s a need. Your body aches to have him inside of you. 

“So wet for me, my devious girl. Look at you,” he coos as he so very slowly sinks himself into you. The stretch has you panting, fingers scrambling to keep yourself upright. Fernando groans as you clench around him. He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing gently back and forth.

“Think you can cum like this?” he asks and all you can do is whine an uh-hu in response. Fernando begins to rub in circles, knowing just how you like it, and that in combination with the weight of him inside of you is enough to hurtle you towards your climax. It washes over you, legs trembling while you try to remain standing. Fernando groans and curses as you clench around him in waves, bucking his hips into you. Pushing back against him, you wordlessly tell him that you need him to move. Fernando lets go of your neck, dropping the dagger onto the tile floor, and moves both hands to your hips. His fingers dig into your skin as he fucks into you, slow at first but quickly picking up the pace as he uses your for his own pleasure. You’re incapable of forming any coherent thoughts as he hits that spot inside of you, your entire body wired to chase the high that’s threatening to consume you whole. Resting your forehead on your arm, you move your right hand down to messily circle your clit.

“Need you to cum for me, princessa,” Fernando pants, his restraint wearing precariously thin with each thrust. You whimper and whine in response, before crying out as your second orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Fernando curses and tightens his grip on you as he fucks you through it, prolonging your orgasm. For a brief moment you wonder just how much more you can take before it does indeed pull you under. Fernando sinks into you once more, moaning as he spills deep inside of you. The two of you remain like that for a moment to allow you both time to come down from that high. Fernando slowly pulls out and you can feel his cum begin to drip down your inner thigh. Reaching a hand down, you swipe it away and bring your fingers up to your lips to lick them clean. Fernando curses behind you and before you know what’s happening, he picks you up as if you weigh nothing. Wrapping an arm around his neck, you rest your cheek against his shoulder. You know he will take care of you, always, and that thought fills you with more love than you have words to express. 

Inspired by this gif

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Please feel free to let me know what you think! Your comments, tags, and likes mean the world to me 💜

[vivwritesfics]

Beauty And The Beast

She doesn't know that Fernando is doing this because it's what is best for her. She sees him as the beast holding her captive, and he's going to change that

Warnings: Mafia!Nando, age gap, threat of withholding food

Viv's AUgust Event

Fernando stared at her. She stood in front of him, gaze stuck on the floor as Fernando observed her, inspected her. She was such a... little thing, young compared to him.

Nineteen years separated them. It was the oddest form of payment Fernando had ever taken. A person, a daughter who now stood in front of him. She was terrified beneath his gaze, knees ready to buckle.

Fernando stepped closer. He gripped her chin and forced her to look up at him. She didn't belong here, she didn't deserve this. But it had been done, and there was nothing Fernando could do to change that.

She belonged to him now.

"Take her to her room," Fernando said in a low voice.

He watched as his men grabbed a hold of her, and she flinched away. But she went with them when they guided her back, allowed herself to be led away from him. Fernando kept his gaze locked on her retreating form.

He sat back in his seat and cleared her father's debt. That was why she was here, wasn't it? As a way to pay of her scumbag fathers death.

Fernando knew he wasn't expected to keep her. But the minute he saw her, the minute he saw her father drag her into the room, looking like a terrified deer at the end of a hunters gun, unable to run, he knew he had to keep her. He knew he couldn't let her go with the man who would sell her body like this.

She was his now, and he would make sure no harm came to her again.

***

She hadn't come down for dinner. Fernando sat there, food ready in front of him. But he didn't touch it, wouldn't until his guest came down the stairs to join him.

He'd sent Lando, one of his men, to go and get her. But he came back into the room, and she wasn't following. He muttered something under his breath in Spanish. "She refuses to come down, sir," Lando said as he returned to his post.

Fernando sucked in a breath. He stood so quickly that his chair fell backwards. Nobody dare to follow him as he walked out of the room and headed up the stairs.

He had no doubt that she could hear his furious footsteps as he approached. His fist pounded against the door.

"Go away!" He heard her shout through tears. "I don't want to have dinner with him!"

She didn't realise what he had done for her. But that didn't come as a surprise. Fernando tried knocking again. "I said go away!" She shouted.

A growl was pulled from his lips, one that sounded inhuman. "You will have dinner with me or you will not be having dinner at all!"

He gave it a minute, gave her a chance trudge out of that room and follow him down to the dining room. But the door stayed shut. He slammed his fist against the door one last time and left.

***

Fernando enjoyed a few drinks in the evening. Sitting by the fire, whiskey in his hand as he reflected on his day.

She hadn't come down for dinner, and that didn't sit right with him. His leg bounced as he thought about it, as he thought about her. She was under his care now, removed from the hands of one beast and placed into the hands of another.

But Fernando wasn't a beast, and he needed her to know that.

Draining his glass of whiskey, Fernando placed it onto the little glass table beside him with such force that he was sure it almost shattered. He pushed himself up out of his armchair and made his way to the kitchen.

Her food was still sitting there, on it's plate. But it had gone cold and she deserved better than that.

Cooking wasn't something he got to do very often. He loved it, but he didn't have the time with his job. But he pulled out pots and pans, grabbed what ingredients he needed from the fridge, and got to work.

He was an excellent cook. It was one of those things that came naturally to him, and he plated it up. God, it smelled good. Holding it steady, Fernando took the plate up the stairs and headed to her room.

The way he knocked on the door was so much softer than earlier. There was no response, so Fernando knocked again.

Slowly, the door opened. She kept her body hidden behind it as she stared at him with terrified eyes. Clearly his throat, Fernando held the plate out towards her. "I've brought you dinner," he said.

Her hands were hesitant as she reached out for the plate. "Thank you," she whispered and held it in front of her. She couldn't move, couldn't retreat into her room while Fernando was looking at her.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. A feeling bubbled up inside of his chest, something he hadn't felt for so many years. He just needed to protect her.

[vicsy]

Fernando Alonso and Lance Stroll for Boss.

[landogalore]

I KNOW THE END

a formula one inspired mafia story:

MASTERLIST

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When a tragic murder begins the outbreak of a war between powerful families occurs, a desire for revenge. But newly-formed romances also begin to thrive, some between friends, maybe even between sworn enemies.

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WARNINGS: LOTS OF VIOLENCE (so be warned), death, SA, mentions of sex, drugs, etc.

this fic WILL BE ANGSTY, but i promise there’s still smut and fluff.

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CAST:

THE BUTTON FAMILY:

hope fewtrell:

played by madeline argy

lando norris:

played by himself

max fewtrell:

played by himself

lena muni he:

played by olivia rodrigo

logan sargeant:

played by himself

jenson button:

played by himself

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THE HAMILTON FAMILY:

sir lewis hamilton:

played by himself

emmeline hamilton-button:

played by laura harrier

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THE ROSBERG FAMILY:

nico rosberg:

played by himself

freja rosberg:

played by kaleen

kimi antonelli-rosberg

played by himself:

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THE ALONSO FAMILY:

fernando alonso:

played by himself

alejandra maddeline alonso:

played by angelina mango

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THE WEBBER FAMILY:

mark webber:

played by himself

oscar webber-piastri

played by himself

sydney webber:

played by rain spencer

liam lawson:

played by himself

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THE VETTEL FAMILY:

sebastian vettel:

played by himself

quinn ricciardo:

played by benadetta porcaroli 

daniel ricciardo:

played by himself

other side characters also included!

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DOOMSDAY.

date: 13th february 2024 || time: 11:31pm

‘Joder, hermosa.’ The man groaned, the tight sensation against his cock causing his muscles to tremble, bucking his hips in a stable rhythm. ‘You feel increíble around me.’

‘Getting so close, Nando.’ She whined, her fingers gripping his ruffled hair with more force, trying to bring more pleasure to her body; enough to let the sensations consume her.

‘Mmm, Mads.’ He hummed at the tugging of her hands, pressing their frames closer, the woman almost able to feel the warm breath that escaped his lips, panting heavily with both lust and exhaustion.

‘I love you so much, Fernando.’ Her mouth moves towards his ears, whispering serenades of praises, the few words sounding like music to him, able to listen to her soft mumbles for eternity.

‘I love you too, mi vida.’ He chuckles, both of them now relaxing after the sheer adrenaline that pumped through the couple’s veins as they reached their highs. ‘Don’t know how I’d survive without you.’

‘I’m not leaving, not just yet.’ Maddeline giggles, nuzzling her now marked neck into his bare chest, allowing her muscles to rest after the romantic session, smiling at the heat that radiated from his skin.

As the two eventually began to drift off into a tranquil state, the sudden blare of sirens started to surround the once calm environment, immediately creating a sense of danger.

‘What was that?’ Her eyes blurted open, alarmed by the loud noise ringing in her ears, concerned about what was happening.

‘Don’t worry, cariño. You stay here, I’ll sort it out.’ Her husband reassured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead to promise their safety, the man climbing out of bed to wear something appropriate for the serious situation occuring.

Desperate to sort the issue so he could go back to his wife, Fernando slams the door open, marching down the elegant hallways as if he was on a mission, phone firmly gripped in his fingertips. ‘Carlos, get ready. Business to attend to.’ He declared, gaining as many forces as possible. The alarms were only triggered by something drastic, but Maddeline didn’t need to know that.

The angered man continued storming through the house, the device originally grasped replaced for a gun, loaded and prepared to fire if necessary.

‘Ready?’ Fernando makes his way to the entrance, added forces waiting for him to announce the attack on the intruders outside.

‘We’re ready, jefe.’ Carlos replied, weapon firmly gripped in his palms, holding it up towards his eye, able to get a perfect shot if bullets immediately began firing.

The blinding headlights shone as they exited the house, blocking the view of who was actually there unless they approached further.

‘Fernando Alonso.’ A somewhat familiar voice spoke, a stern tone prominent in his voice, whoever it was here was for business purposes only.

‘I’d recognise that Australian accent from anywhere, you’re one of Webbers.’ The group moved cautiously, trying to see the faces that they could only perceive through their speech.

Adjusting to the harsh light, a younger, brunette man leaned on his car, practically staring down the boss in the centre, un-phased by who he was sending daggers towards.

‘Oscar Webber-Piastri.’ Fernando eventually recognised him, unable to not remember the same sarcastic and unbothered personality the boy seemed to cherish. ‘Where’s your daddy?’ He asked, the delightful presence of his father sadly not present in this feud.

‘My dad is not here, sorting out other important duties, you know, actual necessities.’ Oscar huffed, annoyed at the older man’s childish remark, despite being 23.

‘So what are you doing here? Daddy send you to do his dirty business?’ He snickered back, maybe if he could get into the fragile boy’s mind he would be less defensive when the weapons began firing.

‘No, my dad sent me to cause some damage.’ Still emphasising that Mark was not his ‘daddy’, the enemy smiled, a wicked glint in his supposed innocent-appearing eyes.

‘Then what are you waiting for, huh?’ Fernando teased, waiting for the boy to actually make a move instead of standing there and attempting to intimidate him. ‘Do you even know how to use that little toy you like to call a gun-’

*BANG*

‘CHECO!’ The loud screams of Alejandra’s filled the atmosphere as the bullet ripped through the man’s skull, the explosion sending blood everywhere as he fell dramatically to the floor.

‘Told you I knew how to use it, old man.’ Oscar smirked, proud of his accomplishment. ‘I said I was here to cause damage, and I think I’ve already caused a bit of commotion.’

‘Fuck you, you’re asking for it now, cabrón.’ The man seethed, anger fuelling his muscles as his arms jerked up, pressing the trigger on the pistol, beginning the shower of gunfire.

Bullets flew across the two groups, most hiding behind any shelter they could discover to protect themselves, not wanting their last moment to be this very scene.

‘Shit.’ Alejandra cursed, the soaring metal basically skimming her body as she ducked behind one of the cars, scouring the surroundings every so often to check if any enemies could be nearby.

‘Looking for me, darling?’ The voice boomed, the girl’s eyes widening in fear as she recognised the same Australian accent that made people shiver, the person who just murdered one of her father’s loyal workers in cold blood, unable to show a slight indication of remorse.

‘You gonna shoot me too, Piastri?’ She challenged, anger clearly prominent in her voice as she glared at the armed man.

‘Maybe.’ Oscar debated, moving the gun closer to the girl, aiming directly at her forehead.

‘You shoot me and I’ll shoot you. Seems pretty fair.’ The woman added, similarly moving her weapon to a vulnerable area, one click and he would drop dead. ‘You’re not going to, are you? You won’t as much as you might want to.’ Alejandra continued to tease, inheriting the same manipulative skills as her father.

‘Don’t worry, I will eventually.’ His eyes squint, rage consuming his pupils, visibly angered by her attitude that she couldn’t help but smirk at the effect she had on the boy.

*BANG*

All heads swiftly turned to the slamming of the entrance door, an older man storming out.

‘Mark Webber.’ Fernando remained shocked, wondering how weak his security must’ve been to allow the mafia boss to waltz into his home so easily. The house where his wife is sleeping peacefully.

‘Fernando Alonso, it’s been a while.’ Mark greeted, being a long time since he paid the Spaniard a very welcoming visit. ‘Sadly I can’t stay long, my work here is done.’ He almost pouts at the situation, heading back towards the cars. ‘Oscar, come on.’

‘You got lucky, darling.’ He removed the weapon from her head, appearing dissapointed that he was not able to cause any more wreckage.

‘Your wife says hello.’ Mark snickered as he entered the parked vehicle, and that was finally the breaking point.

‘MADDELINE!’ The husband’s voice echoed around the house, desperate for some sort of signal that she was safe, and that all that Mark had spoke was just some scare to make the man weak.

But that theory all came crashing down when he walked into the bedroom. There she lay, once sleeping peacefully for the night. Now resting forever in a pool of her own crimson fluids.

‘Máma?’ Alejandra peeked through before immediately turning away, a slight sickening taste building up in her throat. Usually it would not phase her, but seeing her own mother in that state broke her.

‘Hey, come here tesoro.’ Carlos comforted, wrapping his arms around her as she dipped her head in his chest, allowing the tears to flow down her face, attempting to block out the scene before her.

‘Don’t worry mi vida.’ Fernando was overwhelmed by the crushing feeling of grief in his heart, but it was slowly developing to an enraged desire.

‘I’ll get my revenge for you.’

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HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3

[raapija]

Football husband and his fashion designer husband

In where Lance is making millions designing luxury menswear and Fernando is a billion dollar Real Madrid player with 17 ballon d'ors

[vroom--vrooming]

I love the fact that Fernando has the perfect look and attitude to fit in the Mafia AU. Like he is the type of guy who would burn the world to save you

[m1lkteaboi]

Fernando Alonso×Lance Stroll

Idea behind the drawing:

Fernando is head of a mafia while Lance's Father works for a rival gang. Lance being the lil spoiled brat he is goes to dance at Fernando's club where he gets caught and detained by Fernando's men. Being a man of opportunity Fernando asks for negotiation for Lance. But as the weeks go by the emotional bound becomes tighter while the chains that held each other seem weaker.

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando and Fisi pictures that I like and enjoy a normal amount (pt. 1: 2005)

[verstappenf1lecccc]

im in NEED of a cute fluffy fic of the aftermath of charles' win, just something cute and domestic with reader!!

thank you for asking :))

1,163 words 6,115 characters

Charles LECLERC was many things, but being a Monaco Grand Prix winner was not one of them. Unfortunately for him each year brought greater dissatisfaction and disappointment to him and to the entirety of Monaco.

Her relationship with Charles was undefined, were they friends yes were they more than that yes but were they in a relationship no. She wanted more but didn’t want to risk what she already had.

There was something about this season though, already seeing Carlos and Lando take their wins you knew it would be Charles turn soon. It was almost like you could feel it in the air, the whole atmosphere seemed to be in his favor. You stood there in all red rocking his CL16 cap as a slight hint to who you were supporting.

His eyes widened with each step you took, unsure as to why he finally saw you as the way you were. Bold beautiful and someone he wanted as his not just as a friend but as a lover. He swore that if he won the Monaco Grand Prix he would grow the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was kind of a flunk on Charles’s end, he knew he was playing it safe with tying up him wining to asking you out, but whatever floats on his boat.

He almost lost it when he found out he was on pole with max long behind and the McLarens right behind him. When he saw her cheering and hugging his mother he knew that she was sent to him by his father, having someone like her in his life was nothing less then a miracle.

Charles was praying he’d make the win, he couldn’t wait to ask her out, he knew how he’d do it. He’d call her into his drivers win prior to the race ( really risky but hey no risk no reward right??) he’d drop major hints and just before joris would knock on his door to let him know it’s time to race he’d kiss her on the cheek, to some it may seem small and innocent but it would be out of their comfort zones. Charles remembers when both of them were drunk out of their minds and were watching a Disney movie where she expressed how intimate she found cheek kisses, from family it was innocent but from a potential lover a cheek kiss seemed so close yet far. Knowing that a slight slip in balance would result in a whole kiss. She found the thrill of not knowing where her lovers lips would land exciting, always wondering if she would be lucky enough to experience that in her life. Little did she know ;).

The next day rolled in, bringing hope and anxiety with it. Charles knew he had a two massive tasks to complete, winning the Monaco Grand Prix and winning over the girl of his dreams. He swore he wished time could speed up when he saw her enter the paddock in a pretty pink outfit her waist being accentuated with the help of the outfit he wanted to wrap his hands wound her waist and twirl her around. She found it strange the way Charles was breaking eye contact with her constantly, she brushed it off as the immense pressure he was put under, having the hopes and dreams of not only yourself but your whole country was intense. Charles swore he saw her eyes lit up when he called her into his drivers room, something that small made him want to sacrifice the whole world just to see it again.

He was whipped and she didn’t even know it. Charles had opted for a different strategy he’d end up getting her a charm bracelet with his race number as well as her favorite movie character, her eyes held shock and happy tears when he put on the bracelet on her. Something felt special about this as if this was him initiating something else?? her mind was so preoccupied and clouded with doubts and questions that she almost missed how close Charles was getting to her. It was her nose that snapped her back into reality, she was hit with a fresh wave of his perfume he always smelt divine but today was something else. When his lips hit her cheek Charles swore that was the hardest thing he’d ever done, he saw how shock registered on her face almost worried she didn’t appreciate his move. What he didn’t expect was her hands around his neck and her lips on his cheek. They were so close that one could say there wasn’t even an atoms space between them.

Both their eyes held anticipation. God only knew what would happen if Joris hadn’t knocked on the door, alerting the budding couple that their time was up. Charles has a bigger task to complete now. His mind was hopelessly wandering back to her and how fucking soft her lips felt.

He couldn’t wait to win this race and kiss her lips. He was hoping to taste all the flavours of lip balm that she had to offer. 76 long and gruelling laps. Each lap held a different feeling. The first few were focused on keeping McLaren’s behind them. The following few were replaced by images of her, and the remaining three laps were focused on his father, Jules, and Monaco.

As his moment came, Charles crossed the finish line, leading the entire race from start to finish. This fabled race had finally been won by one of their own. Charles had tears streaming down his face as he watched the crowds erupt in joy. He saw the cameras slowly pan into his family and eventually her. He knew what he had to do.

He was going to kiss her right there and then. He saw that her eyes welled up with unshed tears. Each second felt as long as an hour. their secret moments in a crowded room, they had no idea that this moment would alter their relationship forever. She saw a change in his eyes; she didn’t know why he looked so desperate to bring her to the barriers, but when she reached there and found his lips crashing with hers, she finally understood why.

All her tears and pain that she carried from dating the wrong guys just to get over Charles all felt like water under the bridge. She had simply gotten a taste of the man she craved for so long, and she knew she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. They were falling fast and hard and had no way to stop. Charles put the last of his energy into that kiss with her and found himself grinning from ear to ear when he saw how flustered she was.

The kiss sealed their fate.

Later in the evening, Charles did end up asking her formally to be his girlfriend, but that’s a story for another time.

[f1cha0s]

This is the podium idc

📸: motorsportimages.com

[bunnys-kisses]

kink-o-ween '24 - master-list

welcome to kink-o-ween 2024! this is the master-list for every fic that is being posted for this little event. it is on par with kinktober, but with my own bunny spin on it! this will be updated daily until the end of the month and will contain every kink-o-ween fic that it being posted!

please read the tags on the post before reading!

edit: these fics will be updated in full from nov. 3rd until nov. 7th (as to not clog the tags)

alexander albon - virginity

max verstappen & charles leclerc - threesome

lance stroll - toys

daniel riccicardo - cockwarming

logan sargeant - shower sex

charles leclerc - pet play

lando norris - lingerie

sergio perez - hate sex

fernando alonso - semi-public sex

oscar piastri - breeding kink

toto wolff - daddy kink

max verstappen - rivals

lewis hamilton - free use

lando norris - collars/leashes

logan sargeant - praise kink

max verstappen - dom/sub dynamics

alexander albon - wet dreams

carlos sainz jr. - roleplay

lando norris - size kink

lance stroll - brat

toto wolff - degradation kink

george russell - mirror sex

max verstappen - filming/recording

carlos sainz jr - slutty behavior

lando norris - mafia au

oscar piastri - temperature play

toto wolff - power dynamics

fernando alonso - alternate universe (ceo au)

daniel ricciardo - uniform kink

lewis hamilton - non penetrative sex

toto wolff - monsters au

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[vicsy]

once again doing their best to strengthen the sugar daddy/sugar baby allegations