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f1fantasys · 4 months ago

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Singapore Fuck

Summary - Celebrating Lando's Singapore win. Part 2 to this fic.

Warnings - swearing, f and m receiving oral, fingering, blow jobs, pussy eating, shower sex, squirting, anal, over-stimulation, did i mention? SMUT. FILTHY SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY!!

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''Baby, you won!'' you squealed as Lando pulled you in for the tightest hug after he'd climbed out the car and celebrated with his mechanics before his eyes found yours.

''Hahaaa, fucking did it, all thanks to you baby. This morning really pumped me up'' he said, beaming, cheeks flushed, as he winked at you.

Your own cheeks flushed at the memory of this morning. You were more than happy to admit your antics had worked - getting Lando so riled up with a good fuck that he'd only gone and won the race.

Lando was quickly pulled away for the post race media, and once he was finally done, you walked out of the paddock, a pep in both your steps, eager to get back to the hotel.

You could tell Lando was fidgety, agitated, expecting him to pounce on you any second even in the car, though he kept his hands to himself.

His eagerness eventually gave in once you stepped in the elevator, literally taking your breath away.

He pushed you to the wall and cupped your face roughly, his eyes searching yours for any hesitance before you leaned forward and crashed your lips to his, kissing him hard and deep as if you both needed each other to survive.

Your hands roamed his body as his stayed still on your face, grinding his crotch to your front as he slid his tongue through your lips and tasted you.

Just as you were forgetting where you were, the elevator rang. Lando practically pulled you out before he picked up you, throwing you over his shoulders as he rushed to your room, fiddling with the keys until he eventually got the door open.

He carried you straight to the bathroom, placing you down on the counter. The coolness eliciting a groan from you and Lando pulled you in for another passionate kiss, both your tongues fought each other.

This time, you won. Your tongue slid into his mouth just as Lando started removing your clothes, shredding his as well in the process.

You were salivating at the sight of his dick springing free, bouncing up and down before standing tall, waiting for some action.

''Fuck, i need you'' he whispered pulling back, his eyes shamelessly looking over you body as he cupped his thick girth and gave it a few pumps.

It's funny how after so long together, having done a lot of nasty things together, his words and his roaming eyes still managed to bring heat to your cheeks. So, in the fear your voice would break - you kept quiet, instead biting down on your lower lip.

Lando took a hold of your legs and spread them, wide.

''Look at you. You're dripping'' he said, licking his lips.

Watching him gawk at your soaked pussy had you desperate, your walls clenching around nothing as you started to grind down on the counter.

''Hmm, please Lando. Do something'' you said, closing your eyes and palming your boobs.

Lando didn't waste time in bending down and licking a stripe up your cunt. His tongue on your most sensitive part had to squirming, hands latching onto his hair and pulling at hard.

He gave you a few kitten licks, collecting all your juices on his tongue before he leaned back up and pryed your mouth open, letting his tongue rub against yours so you could taste yourself.

As he kissed you again, his fingers found your core. Sliding through your folds harshly, teasing at your entrance, while his lips moved down to your neck.

''I- I'' you panted. ''Please'' you begged, fearing you'd explode if he didn't give in.

''What do you want baby?'' he asked, an innocent look on his face as he pulled back.

''Need you. please'' you said, your mind not able to form a full sentence, plus, you were sure Lando knew exactly what you wanted.

He let two fingers slide through your cunt with ease, thrusting them inside with a swift motion as you held your breath, your body finally happy to get some relief.

''Damn, so tight baby, as if i didn't fuck you properly this morning'' he cooed.

As he finger fucked you, Lando took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and pulling on it roughly, drawing dirty moans to fly out of your mouth.

He was curling his fingers at just the right now, biting down on your nipple hard, the combination of both quickly building up the warmth in your stomach.

''Lan, I'm close'' you panted, your nails dug into the meat of his biceps, as you got closer to your orgasm, especially since you could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum messing you a little.

Lando let his thumb find your clit, rubbing against it, and within seconds your body was shuddering in his arms, your cum spilling out onto his fingers as he rode you through it.

''That's it love, you're ok'' he whispered, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your face and neck.

Eventually, he pulled his fingers out from your cunt, bringing them up to your lips, his eyes trained on yours.

You took them in, sucking on them and getting a taste of your sweet cum. Lando groaned at the sight of you, biting his lip in anticipation of what yet was to come.

''Shower, yeah?'' he asked, already moving to turn the water on as you nodded eager. A nice hot shower right now would help your aching muscles, especially knowing they'd be a lot more sore in a little while.

Your legs were still like jelly as Lando helped you off the counter and into the shower.

You stood close together, just basking in each other's presence innocently as the warm water coated both your bodies, Lando's hands settling on your ass, and finally as your energy returned to you, you stood on your tippy toes to kiss Lando desperately.

You ran your hands through his hair, down his face and neck, before stopping at his nipples to roll them between your fingers, pulling at the them every few seconds.

You could feel Lando smile against your lips when you did that. He very well knew that you loved playing with his nipples. ''Naughty'' he whispered as you gave them extra attention tonight.

All you did in response was pull away from his lips and lean down, finally taking his left nipple into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, then bit down harshly with your back teeth before soothing over it again, blowing cool air onto it, while your hands traveled further south, you eventually taking his dick in your hands, pumping him.

The feeling of your hands on him involuntarily hand Lando's hands on your head, pushing you down onto your knees with a force that had you already forgetting about his nipple.

Lando watched with hooded eyes as you pumped him a couple of times before fondling with his balls as well, giving them more attention that you normally did. He wasn't complaining though.

You looked up to him as you returned your attention on his cock, your fingers dancing up and down his length before your thumb brushed over the tip - spreading the few beads of pre cum which had him hissing and bucking in your hand.

You smiled up at him. ''Baby, you won today. Gonna suck you off so good because you deserve it'' you cooed, knowing your words would spur him on.

''Fuck, please'' he said, taking a hold of your head again and holding on tightly.

Your hands held onto his thighs as you leaned forward and let your tongue lick over the slit at his tip, his one hand coming to hold his girth still as you licked over and over on the same place before you moved to lick a strip down the thick vein on the underside.

He knew you were playing him now. Edging him on but not enough. He needed to be down your throat already.

''Y/n'' he warned, voice husky and stern, already having you clench your own thighs together to give yourself some relief.

Finally though, you let him slide himself through your mouth, right down til he was touching the back of your throat.

You gagged almost immediately as you deep throated him, before pulling him out completely and repeating the action, over and over again til you were in a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down.

Lando's one hand still had a strong hold on your head, guiding your movements as his other played with his balls, squeezing and pulling at them.

''That's it y/n, god you take me so well, you know just what to fucking do to make me feel good. Fuck yes'' he said between moans and pants.

You could feel his cock start to throb, probably painfully so as he was fast approaching his orgasm. Your one hand left his thigh to pump whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

''Fuck, m'close'' he said, using a hand to lean on the shower wall as his own body was starting to shudder now.

At once point you sucked him so hard at a particular spot, and that quickly send Lando spiraling, shooting ropes of salty cum down your throat as his dick twitched uncontrollably.

''Fucking hell'' he murmured as you pulled back then used your fingers to scoop up whatever cum had run down his thighs.

You stood up and bought your fingers to his lips - mimicking his actions from earlier as he took them in and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste of his own juices.

''Sexy'' you said, sending him a sneaky wink before kissing him senseless again.

Lando pushed you against the wall, continuing to kiss you deeply as he pryed your legs apart with his knee before settling at against your throbbing pussy.

The feeling sent waves of pleasure through your body and you found yourself rubbing against him, trying to get some friction for a release.

You didn't realize sooner, but the water had stopped spraying you both, and suddenly his thigh was replaced with the shower head pointed at your cunt.

You jumped at the feeling, bracing yourself on Lando's shoulders as bought the head closer to your core, the harsh pressure rippling through your folds at the contact.

''Fuck Lan, so fucking good, oh my god'' you said through gritted teeth as he let a finger slip through your hole, gently thrusting in and out of you.

He added a second finger, and you fought with him over the hold on the shower head, eventually winning and pointing it to the tip of his cock for a few seconds.

''Fucking hell'' he mumbled as he took it back, placed it at the top.

He turned your body around, so your chest was to the wall.

''Ready for me baby? Gonna let me fuck you?'' he asked, voice low.

''Please'' you said, reaching you hand behind and bringing his girth to your entrance.

He snaked his one hand around your tummy and rested it there, so you placed your on top of his and squeezed it as he slowly, very agonizingly slowed pushed into you.

You both gasped at the intrusion. Whenever he took you from behind, it was always more stimulating. So Lando stayed still for a couple of seconds, letting your body adjust before he pulled out almost completely, only to slam himself in again, quicker this time.

''Oh, uh, yeah, Lan'' you cooed as he set a slow, deep, steady pace, burying his dick deep within you.

''Ah shit, y/n, you're so fucking tight. Letting me stretch you out like this'' he grunted as his hands took a told of your hips now, steadying you as he fucked into you relentlessly.

You could feel him go all the way in, probably would see his indentation on your stomach with how deep he was going.

Just the thought of that made you let out a series of obscene moans. Heavy breaths and bodies slamming each other all that was heard over the shower spray.

''Lan, lan, fuck, you feel so good baby, so big'' you cooed, bringing your hand down to touch your clit though he very quickly smacked it away and put his on fingers on you.

''It's mine baby, you don't get to touch'' he said, and you could practically hear him smirking behind you as he pinched and pulled on your clit as he continued to ram his body in and out of yours.

''Lan I'm gonna cu-'' you squealed and before you could even finish your sentence you were releasing your cum all over Lando's throbbing dick.

''That's so fucking hot y/n'' Lando said as you spewed all over, cum running down your thighs as he still fucked into you, chasing his own high now.

Words had long left your mind, so all you did was continue to let out pornographic moans and yelps when his movements got faster and more erratic.

You could tell he was close when his words got dirtier and dirtier by the second-

Gonna let me fill you up yeah? Come on y/n, give it to me baby, yeah, that's it Letting me fuck you like an animal, yeah? Y/N Y/L/N my own dirty slut Do you want me to cum in you? Fuck, y/n, still so fucking wet for me?

His words were endless, though just a few were enough to send you trembling over the edge again, your body shaking in his arms as you released all over him again.

''Uh, Lando'' your words found you again, ''Please fill me up baby, fuck me harder, deeper, you do me so good, you fuck me so good. My own 3 time grand prix winner'' you said, knowing your words would make him cum then and there.

And rightly so, because within seconds he was biting down on your shoulder, shooting him cum through your insides as his body shuddered behind you. His cock swelled and throbbing, releasing every bit of juice from himself.

Lando slowed his movements as he rode through his high, nuzzling his face into your neck and you leaned back on his body, the both of you breathless, wet, stick, everything because of the hot shower and sweat.

''Fucking hell,'' he said as his breath fanned your face.

He pulled out of you, the both of your whimpering at the loss of contact as he turned your body to face his again.

''3 time winner?'' he asked, smirking.

''I knew out of everything i said to you, that would stick the most'' you cooed.

''Can't imagine what ''world champion'' sex is gonna be like when i win it for you baby''

You heart clenched at his words. He never failed to remind you how everything he was doing was for you, to make you and only you proud of him.

You palmed his soft dick. ''Oh trust me. I'll suck you dry on the top step of the podium, then let everyone watch how good you fuck me'' you spurred.

His eyes grew wide, opening his mouth a few times to say something though nothing came out, while you gave him your own innocent eyes.

''That mouth of yours. So dirty'' he mumbled, soaping up both your bodies.

As much as you wanted to still fool around, it was a long day and you were both exhausted to say the least.

So a real shower and cuddles in bed it was.

Until you were woken up with the feeling of your core clenching.

You stirred a bit, taking a few seconds to remember where you were until you looked down and saw Lando's face between your legs, his hands holding your legs which were spread wide.

''Fuck, didn't mean to wake you'' he whispered, not looking one bit guilty. ''Needed to taste you'' he said, licking his lips.

Your hands instinctively found his hair and played with it as Lando lowered his head and let his tongue run through your folds.

Your back arched off the bed and you pulled hard on his hair when his tongue slid through your hole while his fingers played with your over-sensitive clit.

''Lando please, need you so bad'' you whimpered, already feeling your orgasm approaching. You looked down and could see you were already making a mess of Lando's face.

His hair was stuck to his forehead because of his sweat, his chin and cheeks were slick with spit and all the juices you were dripping, and suddenly he replaced his tongue with his fingers, thrusting them deeply and finally when he curled them at just the right time, hitting your g-spot, you body convulsed and a load of fluids flew out of your body, leaving you let out guttural, obscene noises.

You tried to control your breathing before your mind caught up to what was happening. All you could hear through your confused state was Lando faintly throwing random words at you while licking you clean and swallowing everything he could -

Shit, that's so hot y/n How the fuck did i make you do that? Can you do it again baby? So motherfuckin hot

You finally looked at Lando only to see his whole face and chest soaked to the brim, his tongue lapping around his lips as if he was savoring your taste.

Then it clicked, and your hands flew up to cover your face from the embarrassment of squirting on him.

'''Lando, fuck, sorry'' you mumbled.

But he quickly shoved your hands out of your face and looked at you with dark eyes.

''Never, ever, ever say you're sorry for giving me the best taste of you y/n. I want you to do it again and again. fuck'' he said, running his fingers all over his face before sucking them clean.

You cupped his face as he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself as you ran your hands through his damp hair, that was now dripping with your juices as well.

''I need you in my mouth'' you whispered, already pushing Lando off you and getting on your knees.

He sat against the headboard and stripped his boxers, pumping himself a few times as he watched you get comfortable.

You pecked his nipples, suckling on them as your hand took over from his. You ran it up and down his girth a few times, concentrating on the vein as you made your way further south with your mouth, leaving open wet kisses down his torso.

Lando's hands were in your hair, holding it out of your face as your teased him, growing him more impatient.

''Ah fuck, y/n, please'' he moaned.

''Please what?'' you asked, smirk on your face.

''Need to feel your lips around me baby'' he said desperately.

Finally you took just his tip in, sucking at his harshly as you swirled your tongue across his slit, tasting the pre-cum that had already built.

Soon though, Lando decided enough was enough and now he took control.

He held your head in one hand while his other took his dick and guided it through your mouth roughly, hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag around him already.

His hold on you was tight, almost painfully so, as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth at a relentless pace, showing you no mercy as you both let pornographic noises leave your mouths.

You could feel his breath hitch everytime he hot your throat, and you knew you'd be able to take him even deeper if you were on the floor.

So you battled him to let go before you slid odd the bed and got on your knees, Lando following you to sit on the bed and he resumed his hold on you and on himself, getting back to ramming himself through you.

The new angle had him shuddering, and just as you went to squeeze his balls a bit, he shot his load through you, warm, salty cum down your throat, and making a mess of your face now.

You had spit and cum running out the corners of your mouth as Lando kept his thrusts hard and fast until eventually he needed to take a beat.

He pulled you back onto the bed and on top of his body as you both just lay there spent, wanting more but bodies like jelly, not even able to move.

You cuddles Lando as best you could, your body shivering and growing goosebumps at the sweat cooling.

'''Babe, you're so cold. Here'' he said, pulling you closer and pulling the duvet up to cover the both of you.

''Still wanna fuck, give me a few minutes though'' he mumbled after a few minutes.

You giggled as your hand teased his softened cock. ''Can't keep up?'' you asked with a smirk.

''You're to fucking blame'' he cooed, kissing the top of your head.

You both dozed in and out of light sleeps, until your hand started stroking him softly in the hopes of getting him hard again.

Your body was desperate, as if you hadn't done enough nasty the last two days.

Lando responded very quickly, he was literally hardening in your hand and you couldn't keep your smirk at bay at the effect you had on him.

''Oh stop it, wipe that off your face'' he said softly.

''Fuck you'' you said just as Lando pulled you further up his body, you were now straddling him as you leaned down to kiss him gently, much the opposite of everything you two had done today.

His hands held your hips as you positioned his now hard dick against your hole, before you sank down on him, feeling him fill you up to the brink.

The action had both of you moaning, holding your breaths at the feeling that you so desperately craved, though it was obvious that it was also getting to point where it was painful.

But you needed each other.

So you braced your hands on his torso as you rode Lando hard and rough, chasing the high you needed.

No words were spoken this time. You both just knew what had to be done, too concentrated on finishing now.

You could feel his cock hit the spongy spots in your cunt, only causing you moans to be louder than before, loud enough for the people in the room next door to hear. But you didn't care. It felt amazing.

You watched as Lando's eyes turned even darker at the sight of watching your boobs bounce up and down with each thrust of yours. He pinched your nipples between his fingers until he decided he needed to be on top.

So he quickly switched positions, and in seconds he was slamming his body in and out of you, a pace so relentless all you could do was shut your eyes and bite your lip.

''Eye's on me'' he grunted, needing to see your piercing eyes.

You obliged, your nails scratching a path on his back, shoulders, biceps, everywhere as he pounded in and out of you, and in no time you were cumming again, violently so, with your walls clenching so tightly around him, it was getting too much.

''Fuck, can't do'' he said, pulling out, and quickly manhandling your body to turn you onto your stomach. You immediately caught on to what he was doing, and your body was protesting.

''No, Lando please, I can't'' you begged as this time he didn't even finger you to stretch you out, he just thrust his whole dick through your ass, sending your body into a painful bliss.

''Yes you can. I know you have one more in you. please, for me'' he said through gritted teeth, his hold of your hips just as painful as his thrusts.

You were sure you were gonna black out now. It was all too much. And Lando's pace was unreal. You had no idea how he had this much energy but fuck, he was not letting you up easy today.

''That's it baby, almost there'' he said as his movements got sloppier, and he let his fingers toy with your clit, which every quickly sent you over the edge again.

This time your body went limb and your mouth went dry, your brain foggy, as all you could muster up was a series of silent moans and pants.

Lando looked down while riding you through it and his breath hitched when he saw your cum dripping out of your cunt.

He pulled out, turned your body over again as you felt him use you as he please before he pounded into your hole again and again and again until you felt him emptying his load into you, collapsing his body onto yours.

His face was in your neck and you could feel his breath cool on your sweat as you both lay there panting, gasping for air, bodies shivering and muscles aching.

''You ok?'' he asked. ''Sorry if it was too much'' he whispered.

''I'm okay, sore, but okay. I'll always be ok with you because i trust you with my life, and you're fucking amazing'' you said, running your hand through his hair.

''I love you so much y/n'' he said, kissing your cheek.

''I love you too baby'' you said.

Lando was softening inside you, the both of you sticky and the the room literally smelling like sex Like the two of you.

''Shower? Only shower?'' he asked, smiling at you.

''Yeah. I feel sorry for housekeeping tomorrow. The room smells of...us'' you cooed as Lando slid out and pulled you up, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and into the bathroom.

Of course, you didn't only shower again.

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hellobykittys · 1 month ago

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sooo i have a idea if you want obvi, i think about Lando's girlfriend who is best friend with the 2 Lilys and not with Alexandra or Francisca and Rebecca? I think these last 3 are like idk antipatic but not antipatic...(Not hate for they, its my personally opinion)

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐋𝐍⁴

SUMMARY: You're going to accompany your boyfriend on a racing weekend and you're taking the opportunity to spend time with your friends. NOTES: English is not my first language! I hope I understood this request correctly. PAIRING: Lando Norris x Reader! Girlfriend. WARNING: girls meet and some fluff. WC: 1.6k

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Y/N wasn’t a constant presence during race weekends. Balancing the demands of college with the travel needed to accompany her boyfriend was a challenge, but she made it a point to be there whenever she could. The Singapore GP was one of those rare occasions where she managed to escape to the paddock and cheer for Lando.

Y/N had been at the McLaren hospitality suite for a few minutes. Lando had to leave her alone to handle some team-related matters, so she settled at a table, trying to pass the time while waiting for him.

“Y/N?” A sweet voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here already?”

She turned around to see Lily Zneimer, Oscar Piastri’s girlfriend and one of her closest friends. Ever since they met—thanks to their boyfriends’ insistence—their friendship had quickly blossomed. At first, both were too shy to make conversation, but with a little nudge from Lando and Oscar, they discovered just how much they had in common. Since then, their bond had flourished, and they stayed in touch even outside of race weekends, constantly texting and planning meet-ups.

Lily flashed a radiant smile as she walked toward the table where Y/N was sitting.

“Oh, I just got here,” Y/N replied, smiling as she stood up to greet her friend. “I sat down to wait for you and got a little distracted.”

“Should we go find Lils?”

“Lils” was the nickname they gave Lily MuniHe to avoid confusion since the two girls shared the same name.

“Let me just ask where she is,” Y/N said, quickly pulling her phone out of her bag to text Lily MuniHe, while Lily Zneimer chatted enthusiastically.

“Are you feeling good about this weekend?” Lily asked with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely! I’d love to see a double podium for our boys,” Y/N replied, tucking her phone away after sending the message. “Imagine if one of them wins? It’d be perfect!”

“I think we’ve got a good chance,” Lily said optimistically. “The track suits them, and it’s all going to come down to today’s qualifying.”

“Ah, Lils just replied!” Y/N announced, glancing back at her phone. “She said she’s at the Williams hospitality.”

“Then let’s go find her,” Lily suggested, already grabbing Y/N by the arm. “And after that… we should grab some food. I’m starving!”

The two started walking through the paddock, exchanging laughs and comments about the drivers and the bustling atmosphere around them. Singapore’s heat was relentless, and Y/N was already regretting her choice of a long-sleeved top, even though her outfit looked amazing.

“Fingers crossed the Williams hospitality has strong air conditioning,” Lily remarked, fanning her face with her hand. “If not, I might pass out before we even get to the food stand.”

“Not if Lils convinces us to stay and gossip,” Y/N joked, laughing.

When they arrived at the Williams hospitality, they found Lily MuniHe waiting outside, looking like she was melting in the heat.

“Took you long enough!” Lils exclaimed, pointing dramatically at the sky. “I almost turned into a puddle of sweat out here!”

“That’s because you can’t stay in one place,” Lily Zneimer teased with a playful grin. “You could’ve waited for us inside.”

“Well, now that we’re here, let’s get something to eat!”

“Let’s go!” Y/N said, grabbing both of their arms and leading the way toward the VIP area’s food court.

“I was thinking,” Lils began with a mischievous grin, “why don’t we grab some snacks to try? I saw some really interesting options around here.”

“I love trying savory snacks!” Y/N said enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “Let’s get all the flavors.”

“I’ve never been here before,” Zneimer commented, looking around with curiosity. “But I saw some desserts that look amazing.”

They reached the snack kiosk, which was relatively quiet, making it easy to pick their choices. Soon, they sat down at a nearby table with their selections.

“It’s such a shame you two don’t come to races often,” Lils commented, pulling a funny face. “Imagine how much fun we could have if you were here more often!”

“I’d love to be at every race, but college doesn’t make it easy,” Y/N said, with a wistful smile. “Some days, it feels like there’s no time to even breathe!”

“Same here,” Lily Zneimer added, sorting through the snacks she had picked. “Between work and travel, it’s hard to keep up with everything.”

“You’re both so boring!” Lils teased with a mock pout.

“Not everyone is born with the talent for sports like you,” Y/N quipped, raising an eyebrow. “It’d be great if we were pro golfers too, but sadly, I’m just a struggling student.”

“Lucky for me, I’ve got the best of both worlds!” Lils joked, earning laughs from the other two.

The trio continued joking and chatting about silly topics, losing track of time. It was amazing how, despite the chaos of race weekends, they managed to carve out these little moments of fun.

“By the way,” Lils said with a cheeky grin, “what happened to your boyfriend’s hair? I saw him earlier, and it looked like he just rolled out of bed.”

Y/N burst out laughing and rolled her eyes. “I know! He swears it’s ‘casual style,’ but really, he’s just too lazy to use a comb.”

“At least he’s not as careless as Oscar,” Lily Zneimer chimed in, laughing. “I swear he doesn’t even know what a hairdryer is.”

“And he doesn’t care!” Y/N added, raising an eyebrow. “I try to fix it, but he always says, ‘I’m comfortable like this.’ At least he still looks good with messy hair.”

The laughter flowed naturally as the girls joked about their boyfriends’ quirks. Between the pressures of the season and the intensity of race days, these lighthearted moments were crucial to keeping their spirits up.

“Speaking of our boyfriends,” Lily MuniHe said with a mischievous smile, “how about we plan a double-date dinner? What do you think?”

“That would be perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, excitedly. “It’s been ages since we all went out together.”

“I’m in!” Lily Zneimer agreed. “I just need to talk to Osc first.”

“Osc! So cute!” Y/N teased, watching as Lily Zneimer’s cheeks turned pink.

“You can’t tease her!” Lils defended with a laugh. “You’re always calling Lando ‘Lan.’”

“Oh, but ‘Lan’ is adorable!” Y/N replied with a shrug, playfully provoking the two.

The three kept chatting animatedly as they finished their snacks, but the announcement that qualifying was about to begin had them scrambling to get up.

“Time to head back,” Y/N declared, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “I need to see my boyfriend secure pole position today.”

Lily Zneimer and Lily MuniHe followed her, still laughing and joking as they left the VIP area. The paddock was busier now, with mechanics and engineers rushing around, but the girls’ energy remained light and cheerful.

“So, what’s your prediction for today?” Lily asked, casting a curious look at her friend.

“Easy,” Y/N replied confidently. “Lando on pole and, with a bit of luck, Oscar right behind him.”

“Alright then, but if that happens, Osc and I will pay for the dinner we’ve been planning,” Lily countered, crossing her arms with a playful smile.

“Deal!” Y/N said, laughing. “And I’ll take care of dessert.”

Both girls laughed, sealing the agreement with an exaggeratedly dramatic handshake. As they reached the entrance to the garage, they shared a quick cheek kiss before parting ways to cheer on their respective boyfriends.

As Y/N stepped into the McLaren garage, her eyes immediately found Lando. He was already suited up in his signature orange racing gear, deeply engrossed in a conversation with one of the mechanics. She approached slowly, not wanting to interrupt. The moment the mechanic walked away, Lando noticed her presence and broke into a warm smile.

“Hey, honey! You finally showed up,” he said, his tone light and affectionate. “I was starting to think I’d have to get in the car without my good luck kiss.”

“I was with the girls, just wandering around the paddock,” Y/N explained as she stopped beside him. “But, of course, I wasn’t about to let you head out without seeing you first. By the way, I made a bet with Lily—if you get pole, she’s paying for dinner.”

Lando’s grin widened, clearly pleased with her confidence. He placed his hands gently on her waist, leaning in closer.

“Well then, I guess I’ve got one more reason to give it my all today, don’t I?” he said, his voice full of affection. “I’ll do it for you, my girl.”

Y/N smiled and stood on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know you will,” she said with conviction. “But now you need to focus.”

“Just one more kiss,” Lando pleaded, his playful tone one she knew all too well.

Y/N gave in, brushing her lips against his again. What was meant to be a quick kiss deepened as Lando held her firmly by the waist, prolonging the moment. When they finally pulled apart, she rolled her eyes, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement.

“Lan, you can’t kiss me like that in the middle of the garage!” she scolded, though her voice carried more laughter than seriousness.

“Why not?” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “You’re my girlfriend. I’ve got every right.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head but with a smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, Mr. Confident. Now go. Show everyone what you’re capable of.”

He grinned from ear to ear, pressing a kiss to her forehead before finally pulling away to get ready.

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saturnisfallingdown · 8 months ago

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i havent stopped thinking about this tiktok and wanted it on my blog

[VD: A TikTok from @/soupygarbagejuice. It starts with a clip captioned "Biggest Croissant In Malaysia", of a waiter bringing out a large plate with a massive croissant on it out to a woman at a table. Voiceover says "Today I wanted to eat a Croissant–". A man stitches the video, greenscreened over the final frame. Transcript is as follows:

"A few months ago, this was the last TikTok I saw before falling asleep, and I didn't dream about croissants, I didn't dream about her. Every single dream that I had for a while took place in a reality where Billy Joel– one of Billy Joel's greatest hits was called 'The Biggest Croissant in Malaysia'. It just existed, it played on the radio, people would talk about it in the background, 'He played it at The Garden last night'! So at one point I woke up and did my best to recreate exactly what it sounded like in the dreams. [Singing over piano and drums] She ordered the biggest croissant in Malaysia! She ordered the biggest croissant in town, cause Daddy's not around anymore! He's in Singapore, he's in Singapore!"

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#tiktok #i dont know ive never posted one of these before i dont have the app. what do you tag this #billy joel

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thepersonnamedsam · 2 months ago

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grin to win - the genz!driver

pairing: the genz!driver x 24!grid (pre and during singapore)

summary: it’s the gzd first ever win, but getting there was a bumpy road

word count: 4.3k

warning: not proof read and some angst, talks about not feeling enough and all that

note: i am so sorry for not having updated in such a long time, i do hope you still like my stuff :)

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it has been weeks since our beloved gen-z driver has had a positive experience. silly season started earlier than she thought - daniel was rumoured to be dropped soon. max hasn’t won for a long time, she wasn’t sure if that’s positive or negative, but she feels sorry for her favourite dutch. carlos finally announced he’s signed with williams.

oh, and logan’s been dropped.

oliver is driving for haas next year. mclaren overtook redbull in the constructors championship. lando has started his transition to mad-lando (get it? because he’s starting to drive like mad-max? anyway). kimi signed with mercedes.

but there weren’t any news surrounding y/n. nothing negative, but also nothing positive. no rumours of her signing with a new team, or staying at her current team. her contract will run out at the end of the season.

she hasn’t heard from her team ceo or principal yet. she wasn’t underperforming, no she’s just performing as expected. but also not doing better.

she needed that something. that something that reassured her, that she’s in the right place. she needed at least a podium this season. that’s what she was telling herself for the last weeks. beating herself up, every time she didn’t perform well enough (in her eyes, we have to say. because if you looked at it from a neutral view, she was doing more than fine).

the stress has been eating her up. she was staying longer at the gym, eating less, seeing the guys less, not seeing her friends or family. even her boyfriend broke up with her, because she’s been ignoring him and focusing too much on her racing.

lewis was the first one to suspect something, knowing this behaviour all to well from himself. but he didn’t know what to do. should he ask her about it or say something to someone professional?

the first thing he did was tell george. george usually knew what to do. except this time.

„lew, im sorry man, i don’t know what do do“, he sighed and looked over to his teammate. „we could just tell the principal, but i don’t know if we‘ll brake her trust this way.“

„she just needs to see, that she’s good enough, i know that that’s the issue she’s having right now“, said lewis to george.

the taller one just shrugged, „maybe we should just, you know, talk to her“, he suggested.

lewis agreed, but he was sure, that he was the wrong person to talk to y/n. that’s why he called seb.

and as her phone started to ring and her favourite picture of her and seb appeared on her screen, she instantly knew, that someone noticed her weird behaviour. why else would sebastian call during race week?

with a heavy sigh she picked up her phone and tried to sound as happy as possible as she said: „hi seb! what’s going on?“

the german scrunched up his face as he heard the rather happy voice of the young girl. „hi there, pretty lady. i heard you’ve been absent lately“, he said softly.

the moment y/n heard her current situation from someone else, her tears fell. she didn’t think that it’d effect her this much, someone knowing what’s been going on lately, but it did.

„how do you know?“, she sniffled. her cries broke sebs heart, he could only imagine how his daughter’s future teenage cries would take him out.

„a birdie noticed and told me, hun.“ - „who was it? tell me it wasn’t my ex, because that bloody pig told me, if i couldn’t care enough about him, he wouldn’t care about me and if he called you, that means he’d still care about me and that would only make me feel more guilt over the whole situation“, y/n started to ramble.

„hey hey, no, it wasn’t him“, seb stopped her rambling. „i won’t tell you who, im just gonna tell you, as someone standing on the sidelines, you’re doing more than fine, okay?“

she shook her head no, even though the retired driver couldn’t see her. „no im not, everybody’s getting to sign their new contract or has been rumoured to be let go, but nothings happening with me“, she sighed.

seb told her, that this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, that teams usually like to torture their drivers to see how far they’re willing to push. and that she just had to let the team get to her and not assume anything.

„but what if it’s like the situation with daniel? or logan? what if it’s the same with me?“

„then so be it, you can come to switzerland for a few weeks, we‘ll forget the whole thing and organise something new, it’s as easy as that“, seb told her.

„and honestly, y/n, you’re not being dropped, or rumours would have already been going around. as i said, just go with the flow.“

that’s what she tried. she tried to engage more with the other drivers. she tried to enjoy little things like eating chocolate.

she started to regularly talk with seb and talk about her feelings and worries - which helped her a lot.

and as time flew by, she got back into her zone. back into that racing mode, back into the fight.

it was singapore, hot and humid, but she was ready to fight. right before qualifying lewis visited her garage. looking relieved to see her spirits back where they belong.

„kiddo, you ready?“, he asked. y/n grinned at him and threw two thumps up. „good“, he murmured.

„good luck!“, he shouted. „you too, you’re gonna need it with my pace“, she laughed back.

„i hope so“, whispered the mercedes driver. „i really hope so.“

y/n sat in her car, she felt that something good would be happening. she never felt this ready for qualifying before.

q1 and q2 went by as a breeze. her lap times were phenomenal, she’s done better, but they were still great. easing into q3 with a good feeling and good lap times.

„y/n, you’ve been doing great out there, don’t push yourself too much, okay? i’ll tell you when to give it your all. we’re going for the front row“, her race engineer told her.

front row, that was really something.

„you think we can do it?“, she asked nervously. „i think that you can do it.“

with that statement she drove out of the garage onto the track. driving some laps to warm up her tyres. feeling the track and the car. she took a deep breath in and let it out and waited for her race engineer to giver her their sign.

tears stained her cheeks as she got out of the car. everything was blurry. confusion was written on her face. qualifying just ended and she will start the race from p2 on sunday.

she couldn’t believe it, neither could her team or to be honest, every other driver on the grid.

journalist started to surround the garage, friends of the young girl had trouble getting to her. the first one who made it through the masses, was oscar.

as soon as she saw him, she started screaming; „oscar! can you believe it?“

the aussy looked at the girl, or rather young woman, and only grinned at her. „you’re giving me the creeps with that smile, os“, y/n giggled. „you look like the joker, who are you about to murder?“

„the one who’s been making you feel worthless, but that’s a different story“, he half whispered half sighed.

the young driver had to sigh, she knew the other drivers had caught on her emotions. but she didn’t think, that they’d know in this detail.

y/n grinned through the pang and hugged the australian. „thanks for being there for me“, she whispered.

the moment oscar wanted to say something sentimental, his teammate barged through the journalists and jumped on them both.

„i cannot believe it! my best friend, starting front row, my goodness“, he exhaled and inhaled again: „together! we’re starting front row together!“

y/n giggled once again, she felt, that this wasn’t the last giggle of the day. „will you let me pass?“, she asked jokingly.

lando looked shocked: „are you kidding me? nuh-uh, no way in hell will i let you pass, now that im a race winner, you’ll have to earn it fair and square!“

„fair“, oscar laughed. y/n shoved oscar outraged. „you’re on his side?“ - „i am a race winner too, you know?“

„indeed he is“, carlos called from the end of the garage. „oi, this isn’t your garage“, a mechanic of her team shouted, „this isn’t all of you guys‘ garage“, he said, as he realised two more drivers were present.

„let’s go, we‘re going to some hospitality or something“, y/n suggested. with an apologetic look towards the mechanics, the drivers left the garage.

„i’ll update the groupchat and tell them where we are“, lando mumbled. oscar’s and carlos‘ phone dinged, but y/n‘s was left out.

„wait, what groupchat did you text?“, she asked confused. „the one about you’re crisis-“ lando just saw carlos‘ and oscar’s head shacking no, as he slowly finished his sentence, realising his mistake, „-without you in it.“

„what?“ - „lewis and seb created a groupchat, to discuss some tips on how to lift your spirits, s‘all“, oscar slowly explained.

„okay“, said the female driver slowly. „thanks, i guess?“

„wait, so you all knew? i mean i kind of suspected you knowing, but you all knew? and what did you discuss?“

the three drivers thought carefully about their next words. carlos was the first to speak out: „nothing really. lewis just told us, that your behaviour reminded him of himself when he first joined mercedes and seb just told us, that he was talking with you about it and just kind of updated us.“

„y/n you’re very important to all of us, we love you and want you to be well. if somethings going on, we worry about you and want to fix it“, oscar supplemented.

„why didn’t you tell us?“ lando was the last to speak. his voice full of hurt. „oh lando, im sorry, i didn’t want to bother all of you with my shit“, she admitted.

daniel could see the falling tears on her face from far away. he could also see the many cameras realising their existence. he sprinted over to the four, to mainly shield them from the media, but his weird running drew more attention to the drivers.

„hi there, don’t cry, cameras“, he huffed. the little smile came back to y/n‘s face, as she looked at daniel’s red and out of breath face.

„hey i thought you were a high performance athlete?“, she smiled and wiped away her tears. „i am, athletes sweat, baby“, daniel said.

„i heard that that’s your last race, is it true, danny?“, she changed the topic from herself to the smiley australian.

„don’t change the topic, girly“, he smiled sincerely. „there’s no truth, until you get that breaking post on insta.“

„hey, but front row, huh? how nice does it feel?“, he asked her. still on the move, she nearly tripped, not only over her next sentence, but also over a curb; „very good but also kinda scary.“

„i got lando here in front of me and max behind me, just a little bit scary“, she elaborated further.

at the mention of the dutch, he appeared in front of the group suddenly. „i heard my name, what’s going on?“

„i get it, max is scary“, oscar whispered more to himself. „dude, how’d you do that?“, lando asked impressed.

„magic“, max waved his hand in front of his face and laughed. he high five’d y/n next and smiled at the other drivers.

„max is scary when he smiles“, said oscar slow and quietly towards lando, who agreed soundlessly. „hey, watch it“, max then pointed out.

on the other side, daniel was standing close to y/n, studying every twitch on her face. looking at carlos they silently communicated. the older two each grabbed a hand of hers and pulled her towards the next hospitality.

as usual, lando, max and oscar didn’t notice the other three‘s disappearance.

the two mercedes drivers, fernando and charles were already waiting. as soon as the female driver noticed lewis‘ braids, she sprinted towards him.

he though that she would gleefully hug him, but thought differently. with an angry step she stood in front of him. „how dare you make a groupchat about my feelings!“, she pointed a finger at his chest.

although she was small, she was fearful. her finger digging painfully into his chest, twisting every other second.

the older driver caved under her touch and slouched: „i’m so sorry, i just wanted to help.“

„by creating a groupchat? you could’ve just talked to me“, she sighed. „i know, but i thought i wasn’t the right person“, he admitted. „lew, you’re always the right person to talk to me“, she smiled lightly, „don’t ever do that again though!“

„okay“, he agreed, „but front row, love! how excited are you?“

and then she explained her thoughts all over again. noticing max not being here to make a scary entrance again. she explained happily, how the dutch suddenly appeared in front of her and how he reminded her of the flying dutch.

george and nando stood there listening to their favourite driver and grinned at her expressions and exclamations. her arms were up in the air, face twisted to match each of her words.

if that young woman would not be like this ever again, they swore to change the whole world for her.

„i’ll miss her“, daniel whispered to lewis. „oh buddy, it’s official then, this your last race?“

daniel nodded: „they have to recruite liam or he’s free to whichever team signs him.“ lewis looked at his friend, they’ve known each other for so long. it‘ll be weird without the australian on the grid.

„does she know?“, he then asked. „no, wouldn’t want to jinx anything and take her spirits away“, daniel hummed. „i get it, you have to tell her after the race though. wouldn’t be fair if she found out through insta.“

oscar, lando and max then trailed in with pierre, alex and charles. looking at the scene in front of them;

y/n telling some sort of story with fernando and george watching them and lewis with daniel standing on the side talking with hushed voices.

„we should celebrate“, lando said out of the blue. the female driver gasped upon hearing the random suggestion and turned around to face her best friend.

„yes, oh my god, that is such a good idea“, she excitedly said. „what should we do?“

charles said, that they could order pizza. pierre disagreed and said, that they should rent out a restaurant and eat authentic food. oscar thinks, that they should treat themselves with some spa time (they think, that lily really has a grip on that man).

lando suggested they’d go to the cinema. carlos said, that they should just go back to the hotel and do a relaxing movie night. lewis suggested they take a stroll with roscoe and leo. max thought some laps on the sim would be enough to celebrate.

george thought, that exploring singapore would be fun. fernando was just happy to tag along. daniel wanted to go swimming somewhere. and y/n, she really wanted to bury her face in ice cream and enjoy the time with her boys.

so that’s what they did. bought loads of ice cream, rented some movies at her hotel, turned her room into a home cinema and ordered some pizza too, just for fun. and of course roscoe had to stay there too.

after all that celebration, y/n was so tired, she fell asleep on fernando. he gushed and ushered the others to take some pics.

after tucking her in, setting the alarm for the next day, they all bid their goodbyes and left y/n alone. except lando - he stayed.

he was her best friend after all and he had to talk about all of the stuff with her. but it could wait until the morning, he was pretty tired himself.

as the alarm clock rang, y/n jolted up, confused as to where she was. seeing her hotel room, she remembered yesterday and what they did. she then felt someone moving beside her, turning around she saw a head full of curls and knew not to worry.

„lando, what are you doing here?“, she giggled. the mclaren driver groaned and stuffed his face into the pillow. „i have to talk about the stuff with you“, he then said.

„and you had to stay here why?“ - „because i knew i wouldn’t catch you before you would leave for the paddock, only logical solution was to stay here with you“, he finally lifted up his head and grinned at his best friend.

she laughed a little and ruffled up his hair. „you’re cute, but we don’t need to talk.“

he shook his head and made some grunting noises, disagreeing with her statement. „but we do, i need to talk about it.“

she told him everything he wanted to know. from the first time she thought she was not enough, to the phone calls with seb and to her feeling better over time.

„just promise me you’ll talk to me next time, okay?“, he begged her at the end of their conversation. she nodded. „say it, say that you’ll talk to me.“ - „i will, i will talk to you, lando, i promise.“

„good, but now, let’s get ready to race“, he grinned and changed the subject. y/n almost forgot, that they had a race to drive. and that she was starting from p2! „let’s go“, she excitedly said.

the day almost went by like a blur. the two arrived at the paddock, parted ways at her garage, bid good luck to each other.

she started her training session? warmed up with her trainer, ate some food, went to the toilet, that’s important. and then she already had to attempt the drivers parade.

she has never felt this nervous before. standing on that wagon, waving to the fans, not wanting to let anyone down, but mostly not herself.

the compulsive thoughts were coming back and she tried to remember what seb taught her. she breathed in for eight seconds, held her breath for seven, breathed out for eight again and held for seven. she repeated the box breathing method and tried to focus on the here and now.

lando saw her struggling to maintain a happy face and went over to her. „s‘all good?“, he asked in a hushed voice.

she nodded softly; „just trying to stay in the moment and not drift too far into the future.“

lando nodded, kind of understanding what she meant and just stayed by her side until the parade was over. as they parted ways for the second time that day, he hugged her and wished her only the best of luck.

her pre-race-ritual was listening to music, so she whipped out her headphones and blasted her loudest music on her playlist.

she almost jumped as her race engineer tapped her shoulder, to inform her that it was time to get into the car.

even though the first half of the day felt sped up, now everything was moving in slow motion.

she felt like james bond or any other action movie hero. her headphones still blasting music, she imagined herself looking total badass getting into her car.

step by step, nodding her head along to the music. arms flung up into the air to squeeze herself into the car. she mouthed some of the words as a mechanic gave her her steering wheel.

slowly she placed it into the socket and clicked it into it. still, everyone was moving in slow motion. she closed her eyes for a second, just trying to find her inner peace.

the music faded, she concentrated on her heartbeat. feeling it slow down, beat per beat. as she opened her eyes, the world was back to normal speed.

she took off her headphones, handed them to someone standing around the car. she lifted up her gloves, put them on and clapped her hands together.

„let’s get going then, ey?“, y/n then said to her crew. no clear answer came back, just some reassuring noises from around.

her helmet was laying in front of her, she looked at her drivers number, traced it with her finger and swiftly put it on.

the car was then rolled on to the track, everything was buzzing. she heard her race engineer checking the coms. hustling around her were all of the mechanics.

y/n went over the track once again. she knew every corner, she felt every bump on the road. her body knew when to turn, when to slow down or speed up. she knew what to do, this was her race.

she proved it by overtaking lando on corner one, lap one. right after the start there was a new race leader and they were called y/n l/n.

a woman was leading a formula one race.

she took off, she didn’t have to think about it, it was all muscle memory.

little did she know, lando was cheering behind her. even max was grinning like a mad man. for once both of them were content with not winning.

history was made on that day. as y/n crossed that finish line she couldn’t believe what was happening.

„y/n l/n, you are a formula one grand prix winner!“, she just heard her race engineer through her coms.

„and there it is, the first woman to win an f1 race, can you believe that we’ve just witnessed history?“

„i cannot, oh this is just fantastic! y/n proved that she could win, even with a mediocre car, just imagine her in a redbull or ferrari. this is beautiful, unbelievable.“

the female drivers head was spinning. what does she have to do now? in her whole career she only had one podium. but she was pumped with adrenaline that moment, she really just can’t recall what she has to do now.

she figured she’d just follow lando in her car and behold, she ended up at parc fermé. parking her car in front of the stand with the number one on it, she climbed out of it.

fuck, what cool pose was she gonna do? she hadn’t thought about that. just, improvise, she thought.

i’d will be embarrassing either way, she thought next. she took out her steering wheel, disconnected her helmet from the car and coms and jumped out of the car.

and then she just fell to her knees. at first sobbing into her helmet and not believing everything that has happened so far.

but the sobs quickly turned into laughter. she bowed, just like sebastian did, in front of her car.

sighing with happiness she stood up from the ground. lando came running to her, scooping her up and basically throwing her around.

„my god, you did it! you really did it!“

that was the actual moment, y/n realised what just had happened. that she had just won a grand prix. that she had just written history. that she had just done it.

max was coming from the other side, almost skipping. when have you ever seen max verstappen skipping?

„oh wow, this must feel so great, huh?“, he asked. „like a mountain falling from my shoulders actually“, she said.

she wanted to say so much more, but she was pulled aside to weigh. that procedure she knew. and then, there was her team, ready to celebrate the young driver.

just like lando, she sprinted towards them and jumped into the team. she was lifted up, chants were heard throughout the whole parc fermé.

„congratulations y/n, i knew you’d write history one day“, her team principal congratulated her.

from the side of her eye she saw christian horner giving her two thumps up. the next moment he mouthed: „let’s talk.“

does this mean? oh my god.

her chain of thoughts were broken, as lando pulled her along in to the cool down room.

she laid her helmet on the pillar and took the pirelli hat from the stand. her heart had finally time to calm down.

max and lando were grinning like crazy, as they approached the young girl woman. „congratulations, y/n, well done, perfect driving, couldn’t have done it better myself“, max told her. „ahhh, we’re both race winners!“, lando then shouted.

„that’s true! oh my god, i can’t believe it, and in the same season, high five!“

„who do i spray with my champagne, you or max?“, she suddenly asked. both men laughed at her question. „you spray whoever you want.“

so that’s what she did. before that, she closed her eyes at the national anthem. quietly sang along. never felt this much pride before. received the trophy and placed it far, far away from lando and shook that chanpagne bottle to spray all of the people present at the podium.

she took a swig of the god awful champagne, she remembered from last time how nasty it tasted. and she held her promise she once had with daniel.

at her first win, she would do a shoey, without any hesitation. she took of her sweaty shoes, sat down on the podium, filled the shoe up to the rim, hopefully the first sip would have the least amount of sweat and just started chugging it.

if you were present that day, you heard daniel ricciardo shouting and yelling at her from parc fermé. his whistling may have been recorded by the cameras, but who knows, the whole world was whistling for her in that moment.

nothing would ever beat that feeling ever again. drenched in sweat and champagne, chugged the mix of it and a heart full of love in that moment. she grinned at her win.

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taglist: i feel like, im not gonna tag anyone for this, bc i haven’t posted in such a long time and i don’t wanna bother anyone…

so if you’re on my taglist and don’t want to be on it anymore, just post a comment under this and i’ll remove you :)

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mxstellatayte · 3 months ago

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Hi! So I lobe what you have been posting and really want one with either max or mick?

One where they don't realises that they are covered in hickey or scratches?

And it gets called out by either the fans or the press/other drivers?

Please do nsfw either a flashback or one afterwards with a bit of revenge towards our dear reader

Thank yoz and keep up the amazing work 🫶🫶

hey there! i absolutely love all the detail you've given me to work with <3 also i straight up had a physical reaction to this because RAAAAAARGH this is. so hot. also this takes place before singapore 2024 :)

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it was the flash of papaya among a sea of navy blue that snapped max out of the zoned-out daze he'd been in for the past few minutes. lando.

thank christ.

he reaches out his hand, clasping the mclaren driver's own and bringing him in for a brief hug before stepping back. thankfully, there isn't any media around right now, or max might just flip a table. he's getting real sick of putting up a wall of friendliness when all he wanted to do was escape to his driver's room and mentally prepare for the upcoming qualifying session.

they make small talk for a few moments, talking about the track evolution throughout the day, the brutal heat and humidity, the added drs zone, lap times...

"you get up to anything last night, mate?" lando quirks an eyebrow and sips from his black drinks bottle as he asks the question, leaning his hip against a random storage container.

you'd been wandering around the paddock with lily zneimer while max finished up in the post-practice press conference, doing anything you could to escape the absolutely brutal singaporean heat. however, it seemed that the moment max left you alone, any man within a ten kilometer radius immediately decided to flirt with you.

as soon as the press conference was over and max was released from any further duties, he began searching for you throughout the paddock. after fifteen unsuccessful minutes, though, he thankfully ran into someone who might have a vague idea as to where you may be.

"daniel, have you seen-"

"mclaren hospitality with zneimer."

"thanks."

as max approached the painfully orange building, he heard your voice, mood immediately lifting. what he heard, however, pissed him off beyond measure.

"-told you, i have a boyfriend. i'm not interested. now, if you could kindly fuck off, i'm trying to enjoy my lunch."

what the fuck?

when he rounded the corner, he saw who you were talking to, and... really? this guy thought he had a chance with you? if there was anything more about the situation that could piss max off even more, it's the fact that he's leaning in way too close for his- and your- comfort.

"hey, schatje. everything all good over here?" max rests a hand on your shoulder, deliberately placing himself between you and this creep who won't leave you alone.

"yeah, everything's good. how did the press conference go?" you tilt your head back, and max immediately understands, ducking down to kiss you quickly.

it's that moment that the man bothering you chooses to speak up, and he somehow says the one thing that wouldn't help his situation right now, embarrassing as it is already. "could've just said you had a boyfriend. fuckin' bitch." max's hand twitches on your shoulder and you bring your own up to rest on it, holding him in place. instead of any other reaction, max offers him a fake smile before he storms off, leaving the two of you to burst into laughter.

max sits down next to you, steals a bite of your croissant, and leans back in his chair, a cocky smirk on his face as he chews the flaky pastry. "i was eating that, thank you very much."

"i'll buy you another one," max replies nonchalantly as if he didn't just stare daggers into the heart of the man that was flirting with you. "it seems like you need something that tells people you're taken, though."

later that night, max's lips and teeth ghosted across the skin of your neck, breasts, and thighs as you squirmed beneath him, promising that the blues, purples, and yellows that mottled your skin would ensure that no one would even think about flirting with you.

"nah, nothing much," max lies. "just the team debrief, some sim work, checking over numbers with gp, that kind of stuff. what about you?"

"nah, nothing much," lando responds with a shrug, teeth still clamped around the bendy straw. "played some padel games with max but we were roasted by the end of it. fell dead asleep by nine."

"yeah, the heat always beats it out of me here. i'm probably going to sleep for thirteen hours straight after the race on sunday."

"i probably will, too, honestly, but mostly because i can't beat the jet lag here." max nods in agreement, taking a sip out of his own drinks bottle. "a little birdy told me that you got up to more than just racing review, last night, though."

max's eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he swallows the gulp of water he'd taken. "what do you mean?"

"your neck, mate."

max whined as his hips canted up into yours, his hands desperately grabbing at your arms. your tongue laved over your teeth marks, matching blues and purples littering the lower part of max's neck but coming high enough so that they'd be just visible over the high collar of his fireproofs and race suit. "fuck, schatje, feels so good."

"yeah? you like everyone knowing that you're mine?" all max can do is nod pathetically, biting down on his lower lip in order to muffle the sounds he so desperately wants to make. "use your words, max."

"love it, want everyone to know i'm yours. everyone needs to know."

"there you go, baby." your hips resume their previous pattern, and you groan openly at the delicious slide of max's cock inside of you, filling you up so perfectly. he cries out when you shift your lips lower, taking his left nipple between your teeth gently, and you're able to pry one of his hands from your arm, bringing it to your own breast in hopes that he gets the memo.

he does.

max's hand immediately kneads at your breast, and you groan, your mouth shifting over to his other nipple and repeating the same ministrations, letting your teeth graze it ever so slightly between gentle licks and sucks. "mm, fuck, schatje, gonna cum, 'm gonna cum-"

"so cum for me, max." that's all max needs to hear before his head is thrown back and a beautiful moan rips itself from his throat, and you can't help but press your fingers into the bruises that litter his thick neck. the combination of the high-pitched wails that fill your ears and the feeling of max's cum filling you beyond full makes you fall over the edge, too, and you collapse onto his chest with a satisfied giggle.

max's hand immediately comes up to his neck and he tries not to wince at the flashes of pain that zip through his body, stemming from the lingering bite marks you'd left the night before, his eyes flashing wide. "that bad?"

"that bad," lando confirms with a nod and a smirk. "you might want to go find her and make her cover them up for you before qualifying."

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cheriladycl01 · 11 months ago

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Would you be up for writing a fanfic with Lando or Max x reader where reader also races but due to the training and harsh training her team and trainer are putting her through develops an ED (common among competitive sports and I’ve got experience 😭) maybe Reader faints or her bf finds out? No problem if not 😘 love your writing!

Those inward struggles - Max Verstappen x Driver! Reader

Plot: After having to change you diet and do more work after struggling in Singapore you spend a year on strict training away from your boyfriends knowledge. What happens when a year on and people are noticing how much more exhausted your looking after each race.

Warnings: Eating Disorder, Reader Being Sick

Singapore and Qatar 2022 was extremely hard for you. Your body temperature in the car didn't regulate that well and you lost way more weight than any other driver.

You new that the 2023 season was going to be even harder with where the races were placed in the year.

Your physician wanted you to keep the weight off. The lower your body mass, the less you'd struggle with the heat. That was their thought process and that's what they deemed best for you as a woman. So of course, you trusted the team's decisions and you started to train more, and eating in a calorie deficit.

They'd come up with a plan for you to loose a safe amount in a safe amount of time, however it almost felt like a competition and you wanted to be as ready as possible.

At first it was hard, you craved sugar and grease the most but eventually once the majority was out of your system the vegetables and fruits started to taste like when you have a sip of that half stagnant water at 3am when your body decided to lower your thirst bar all the way down.

Max as a driver had also seen how much more you were with your personal trainer, and how it didn't just stop when you got home as you would often be in your home gym.

You'd serve yourself less and meals than him and he noticed these little things. Of course he did, he'd been obsessed with you since he was a 13 year old and both of you met in karting.

You started dating a year before he got into F1 quite literally being the definition of childhood romance. But this did mean that he knew you like the back of his hand.

"Baby, how about a sweet treat?" he asks holding up your fav type of cookie waving it in front of your face.

"I really shouldn't, I think the team wouldn't be happy if they found out I was eating more than i should!" you explain to him, continuing to wash the dishes from earlier that night.

"But... you didn't have much for dinner and you skipped lunch!" he asks remembering what you'd eaten throughout the day.

"Oh? So your keeping tabs on me now?" you ask looking him over with a soft yet teasing frown.

"Well, when your with me for a good portion of the day I notice" he grumbles making you turn your head to him at that tone, it wasn't one he used often.

"Huh?" you say leaving the dishes fully in the sink before placing a hand on your hip.

"Look, It's not just me noticing it but your not healthy right now!" Max offers and you turn back round to do the washing up.

Your trainer said you might feel a little tired and icky while you were on such a strict diet but once you'd got to your goal weight you'd feel better.

"Please just eat the cookie!" he smiles and you roll your eyes. You take the cookie and finish it off under his watchful eye. It tasted so good, but you almost gagged at how heavy the chocolate felt at the back of your throat and how you could feel the chunkiness of the chewed batter.

There wasn't that fresh aftertaste you been getting recently from the various fruits and veges you'd been relying on to get you eating something.

You gagged at something that used to be a delicacy too you, something that would excite you. However you finished it off to please Max. Once he was satisfied you had your filling he explained he was going out to a set with Lando, Daniel and Charles.

You'd already said you wanted to stay home today.

The minute he was out the door you were in the bathroom getting the sugary sweet treat out of your body, feeling disgusting from having had it.

The guilt was eating away at you the minute you had it, you knew just how unhappy the trainer would be. You spent the rest of the evening in the gym, weighing yourself before and after the session.

To your dismay there was no improvement and you sat in the gym crying over you predicament.

It was time for the 2023 Qatar Grand Prix, you were already struggling just walking round the paddock in the areas that didn't have aircon. When you'd done your track walk, you could feel the damp sweat on areas of your body you didn't know was possible.

However, you pushed and pushed yourself through the whole weekend, you drunk lots of water and made sure to keep up with the exercising and kept eating to a minimum.

When you'd got in the car for the first practice your hard work seemed to pay of, coming P4. Again in qualifying you'd had a fastest lap in Q2 and split the Mercedes up Q3 coming P3 behind Max and George. Both of these weren't too bad, it was in short bursts that didn't make you too hot.

However as the weekend moved forward, it was obvious to your team, to Max and to the media that you were becoming more and more exhausted. A lot of people noted that your tailored race suit was starting to bag in places it shouldn't and that you had sunken areas on your face, making you look all the more exhausted.

The Sprint shootout was awful, you placing 9th fastest overall, which compared to your earlier racing was no good for you or your team.

You only managed to move up one place to P8 in the Sprint, meaning you were in the points but you were taken to the medical tent after reporting feeling dizzy and your sight spotting.

Max had headed over to the Aston Martin garage asking for you, all the mechanics just saying you were still with medical. He rushed over, quicker than his car on a flying lap as no-body actually knew what was wrong with you.

"Y/N?" you'd heard as he'd come storming in looking around for you.

"I'm in here!" you said and he came over taking your hand in his.

"What's going on, what's wrong?" he asks looking over you.

"Nothing, just had a bit of a migraine. Apparently not enough water!" you lie, knowing the doctors were still doing tests but they said you were free to leave.

You'd left, he'd comforted you at the hotel making sure you had everything you could possibly need before you both slept away the tire of the day.

Sunday of course was a shit show. Medical still hadn't fully worked out what was wrong with you and they were debating pulling you from the race. You'd refused saying you were fine to race.

You were 20 laps in when your vision started to blur until ringing in your head occurred.

You tried to keep up with the fluids from your drinks tube but they were just heating up along with everything else in the car.

"Y/N are you okay. Medical have just deemed you should be racing. We want to retire you" your engineer comes through at lap 50.

"7 more laps, I'll be fine" you groan. You'd managed to stick to P4 for the majority of the race. But now that vision in your left eye was pretty poor you were taking turns a little more hesitantly meaning you were down in P6.

You defended from Ocon like your life depended on it, and finally pulled up to the area where the cars sit when the race it over. You sit in the car, in silence trying to get your vision back and stop shaking.

You body ran cold, you were shivering now and could feel the cold sweat in your suit, you wanted to reach up and take your helmet off more than anything but your arms didn't obey.

So you just sat there, until some Aston Martin mechanics came through with water. They helped you out and up handing you a bottle of water. But with the ringing not having stopped your vision completely went as you fell back onto the hard ground of the track.

Max once he'd found out his team and your team and pretty much everyone had kept you fainting from him a secret he had yelled, a lot, at anyone and everyone he could.

Even Lando and Oscar in the cool down room had to be at the receiving end of his wrath.

After his podium that he had tried to make as quick as possible he was right with you. Yelling at everyone while making sure you were getting the correct medical attention.

When he found out the reason behind you fainting and the fact that you drove the last few laps half sighted he was back to MAD MAX, and oh boy it wasn't a pretty sight.

He couldn't believe your team who were supposed to make sure you were in the best health had actually been hindering you and not helping you.

To say the he and Rupert his own personal trainer would be taking over from now on and he'd be hiring a private nutritionist to get you back on track to your starting F1 weight in 2022.

He loved you and would do anything for you.

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islifearecipe · 2 years ago

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Next Door Spanish Cafe

New recipe for the iconic Spanish dish: Tortilla de Patatas. Chef Houssein has upped this dish a level, and some. This should be on your MUST-TRY when you visit. It really is quite incredible!!!

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whatifitis · 4 months ago

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♡ Close To You - CL 16 ♡

Summary: You haven't seen your boyfriend in months and you want to make up for lost time.

Author's Note: If this is terrible, I'm sorry. Feedback is always appreciated. :)

MDNI

CW: p in v sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, a bit of pain kink if you squint

WC: 2809

It has been months since you’ve been able to see your Charles. The two of you have had chaotic schedules the past few months where the only time you guys could have together was for an hour at most on phone calls or video calls.

But today is finally the day, after working on a grueling project at work for months, you can finally have some time off to go visit your boyfriend who is currently working in Singapore.

The Singapore GP is this weekend and you’re ready to spend so much needed time with your love. You have missed him more than words can describe. These past few months have felt like you’ve been missing something. You were always able to sense when something was wrong with him, immediately calling him to check on him. And he was able to do the same for you, always calling at the right time.

By the time you go to your shared hotel suite, Charles was still out and about, probably in some team meetings to get ready for the weekend. You took the time to organize your belongings in the hotel room and took a much needed shower after your 14 hr flight.

After your shower, you put on some music as you scrolled through your phone when you heard the door to the suite beep, letting you know that Charles was finally back from his outing. You immediately stood up from your spot on the couch, shaking with excitement to see your love after too long apart.

Once Charles had turned the corner into the room, he locked eyes with you and practically ran to you. Engulfing you in his arms. Warmth enveloping you and locking you against him. You wrap your arms around his neck and beg god that you’ll never have to be apart from one another again. You take a moment to take everything in. The warmth of his body on yours, the smell of his cologne mixed with a bit of musk from him being out all day, the dampness of his hair from the humidity outside, as you run your fingers through his hair. You feel his fingers dig into your sides a bit, as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real and not a figment of his imagination. It’s really you.

“I’ve missed you, ma cherie.” he says into the crook of your neck, still not daring to let you go.

“I’ve missed you too, my love. So much.”

You feel his arms hold you tighter to him as he says, “Please, never let us be apart for that long ever again.”

“Never again.” you reply, both of you knowing damn well you can’t make that promise, but as long as you can come home to each other at the end of the day, it’s okay.

Charles pulls back from you a bit, just enough to see your face. Oh how he’s missed being able to see you in person, with his own eyes and be able to feel you beneath his fingertips. Being able to count your freckles himself. Being able to see the sun shine through your brown kaleidoscope eyes.

He brings his hands to both sides of your face, gently holding you and rubbing his thumbs against your rosy cheeks. He leans forward a bit, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. The two of you stay there, savoring the moment as you’ve been waiting for it since the last time you’d seen each other. His lips feel warm against yours, reminding you of home. Him being your home. The safest place you’ve ever known.

He gently pulls back before wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling you back to his lips. He’s kissing you like he’s been deprived of life. He licks your bottom lip, asking for permission before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Charles tightens his hold on you, angling your head better so he can explore your mouth. His tongue fights against yours, his teeth nipping at your lips, causing a moan to slip free from you. You feel him smile against your lips.

“S’il te plait, mon coeur. Let me show you how much I missed you.” Charles says as he slowly guides you towards the bed, til the back of your knees hit the edge, making you sit on the edge of the bed. You look up as your love towers over you, looking at you with so much adoration for you, it’s hard to believe that someone could love you so much.

He begins to kneel in front of you, maintaining eye contact with you. He places his hand on your knee, then the other hand does the same. Slowly moving up your thighs, you can feel how warm his hands are against your skin. His hands move up till they reach your hips, silently, he grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head to reveal your bare torso. Goosebumps cover your skin from the change in temperature you feel and from the way Charles looks at you, as if you aren’t real.

Charles gives you a deep kiss on your lips, then slowly starts pressing a trail of kisses down your body. From your cheek, to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breasts, down your stomach, all the while his hands roam your body, feeling every part of you. When he reaches your shorts, his fingers intertwine with the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down as you lift your hips to help him pull them all the way off. You move back, laying on your elbows as you watch him admire the sight in front of him. His beautiful love, laying back as graceful as a goddess, legs spread, showing him how he affects her. Your cunt was slick and glistening, one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen.

He lightly drags a finger through your wet cunt, collecting some of your slick. He lightly pressed a finger against your clit, making you shudder under his touch. Your breathing becomes shallow as he keeps drawing slow circles on your clit.

“Please, my love.” you beg.

“Please, what?” he asks, looking at you with a cheeky grin.

“Please, give me more. I need more.”

Who is he to deny his girl, he’s practically wrapped around your finger without you having to do anything.

Charles puts one hand on the side of your abdomen while the other reaches up to your breasts, softly massaging as he connects his lips to your clit with a feather light kiss. You move to lay on your back, trying to maintain control over yourself as you fear this will end sooner than you want. You feel his tongue flatten against your core, licking your cunt and making your stomach flutter at the feeling. He can see how you’re already enjoying yourself and he wants nothing more than to give you everything he has. He delves into you, digging his tongue into you, loving the moans slipping free from your mouth.

He’s eating you out as if he’s a starved man, finally getting a taste of the most divine being of all time. Your taste is his favorite thing in the world and he feels so lucky that he’s the only one who will ever get to know you like this. He groans at the knowledge that you belong to each other, the vibration making the pleasure you feel ever so blinding. You reach your hand to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into you, his nose is pressing into your clit as he grabs a hold of your hips, moving them to an angle that draws the breath out of your body. You’re gasping for breath as he’s relentless, not giving you, nor himself, a moment to breathe.

The feeling of his head between your legs, his mouth on your cunt, is enough to drive you crazy. But still not enough.

“More.” you’re begging, “please, I need more.”

It’s not long before you feel Charles replace his mouth with his fingers in your cunt. His two fingers plunge into you, filling you and making you gasp. His fingers are pumping in and out of you as he uses his tongue on your clit, you succumb to the pleasure his tongue draws out of you. Your hand runs through his hair, gripping his hair, causing him to hiss from the pain, but he loves it all the same. The pain makes him enjoy himself more.

You’re a moaning mess, practically writhing on the bed as you feel yourself grow closer to the edge. Your body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, your body so heated from the pleasure you feel. You’re rolling your hips into him, grinding against his fingers and mouth as his movements become faster. You feel the rope in your stomach tighten as you come closer and you try to warn Charles but the pleasure blinds you, leaving you breathless, making your body tense from the intense orgasm. Charles keeps lapping at your cunt with his mouth and pumping his fingers slower to help you come down.

Charles lifts himself off your clit, removing his fingers from your core slowly. He’s so mesmerized by the way you’re dripping and looking so fucked out. He stands from his spot on the floor, looking down at you, your hair is sprawled on the bed, eyes a bit hazy. He moves to lay over your body on the bed, placing one arm near your head as the other comes up to his mouth. He licks one of his fingers clean of your mess, groaning at the way you taste. He brings his other finger to your lips, “Taste yourself, taste how good you are.” that's all he says before you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking it clean.

He moves his finger from your mouth, staring deeply into your eyes for a brief moment, before capturing your lips in his. You can taste yourself in his mouth. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, and you can’t help but see the bulge in his pants, feeling bad that you haven’t done anything for him. But you still want more with him.

“Take off your clothes.” you tell him bluntly.

“What?” he looks at you confused but still amused.

“You heard me, take off your clothes.” you smile.

Without another word, he stands up, removing his clothing one by one. You sit up and watch him, watch how his toned body moves, how the light and shadows move through his body. He takes off his underwear, revealing his hard cock, the tip red and already covered in precum. You motion for him to sit next to you and he does. Once he’s next to you, you go to straddle him. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You bring your arms around his neck, moving in to kiss him. The kiss isn’t aggressive or fast, it’s soft and slow, as the two of you enjoy this moment together. Trying to make up for lost time.

Without breaking the kiss, you move one of your hands to wrap around the head of his cock, using the precum to your advantage. With a light twist or two around his tip, you move to lightly grip his shaft, stroking him till his head rolls back. You keep doing this for a minute before lifting your hips, aligning yourself with him. With your other hand, you move to grip the juncture between his shoulder and neck to balance yourself. You watch his face as you slowly sink down onto him, watching as his eyes flutter shut, mouth gaping open. His grip on your waist tightens as his body washes over with a sense of pleasure.

You relish in the way he fills you, emotionally and physically. No one has ever or could ever make you feel the way he does, whether it’s in bed or not. No one’s ever had you, not like him. He sees every part of you, and still loves you with all his heart, his whole being. Through every fault, he’s still there. And you couldn’t be more grateful.

You sink down until you reach his hilt. Both of you releasing the breaths you didn’t know were being held. You sit there for a moment, neither of you moving so that you can adjust to him. Your body feels warm because of the way your bodies mold together, after feeling cold for so long with him being away. Your pussy feels like it’s burning, not being used to the feeling of him again.

Charles breaks the silence, “Ma cherie, please move. I need you to move please. Make me feel good again.”

His breathing is already heavy, not being able to keep himself together at the feeling of him inside you. You slowly move your hips up, before slamming your hips back down onto his, making your boyfriend let out a moan. Both of you are reveling in the feeling of being together again.

You continue bouncing on him, your throbbing pussy warming him. His attempt at keeping it together is slowly going out the window as you continue to grind on his dick. His breathing is becoming erratic. He can feel your legs grow tired so he moves his hands to your ass, digging his fingers into them, you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. He continues helping you ride him. He can feel some of your slick dripping from your pussy, rolling down to his balls. The feeling drives him mad with lust. It’s taking everything in him to not flip over your bodies so that he can be in control and fuck you. But selfishly, he doesn’t.

He loves being able to watch you. Watching your face as you ride him, how your tits bounce in his face, the way your stomach tenses as you get closer to finishing, watching as your eyes become hazy, rolling to the back of your head. He loves hearing you moan into his ear, his favorite sound in the world.

His breathing is getting more erratic, he’s growing louder as he’s nearing the edge, trying to hold on until you cum as well. He’s getting desperate, holding onto your body so tightly, feeling your nails dig into his shoulders, listening to you chant his name over and over again as the sheets beneath him feel ablaze.

Your bodies stick together as you keep riding him. You get lost in the feeling of him. You close your eyes as you start seeing stars and mumbling incoherent words.

“Baby, please. I can’t hold it much longer, I need to cum.” he whines, biting into your shoulder, trying to keep his composure, trying to wait for you.

You take one of your hands to your clit, trying to draw fast circles on it.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m trying.” you say, embarrassed that it’s taking you longer to finish since you haven’t been together for months.

“It’s okay. Don’t ever apologize for that. I love you so much, baby. Just keep going. Let me help.” he encourages through gasps of air.

He moves your hand from your clit, replacing it with his own to help you to the edge. You can already feel yourself getting closer and closer. He’s always had a way with knowing your body.

It’s not long until you’re both right at the edge of release. You’re teetering on the edge when Charles starts fucking up into you and says, “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”

With that, you feel yourself fall into a deep pool of pleasure. Your vision blackens and all you can do is hold onto him, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck to keep yourself from falling apart. You quietly chant his name through your orgasm.

The way your pussy closed around his dick, sent Charles into his own pleasure. He keeps fucking into you through his release, letting moans of your name slip free.

Both of you hold onto each other as you try and come down from your highs. Both of you breathing heavily when you rest your forehead on his.

You pull back for a moment, looking into those beautiful eyes. Your favorite colors all in one place. You bring your hand to grab his jaw, tilting his head and gently capturing his lips in yours. You stay like that until Charles breaks the kiss, looking at your blissed out face. He opens his mouth and says, “I don’t have wings, and I never will. But if these heights should bring my fall, I only pray, don’t fall away from me.”

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chrisdr3 · 16 days ago

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Mini me ~ MV1

Fluff

Summary: Reader realises they're pregnant and has to tell Max.

Warnings: crying, throwing up

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The first time you felt sick was at Sunday morning. You were in your own back in Monaco whilst Max was in Singapore, preparing for the race. You just felt nauseous but you didn't really care, blaming it to the sudden fall of temperature.

The next time, the same day, you were eating lunch as you watched the race, Sassy cuddling on your lap. You felt slightly nauseous again, but thought it was the food making you feel like that.

The next day you were still at work when Max came home, so he texted you to let you know. Then it clicked. You recently had done it raw, in an attempt to calm him down after his last race. And he had finished inside you. You started feeling really nauseous and rushed to the toilet. You just got there when you threw up and stayed there for a bit, just in case.

On the way home, you bought some groceries, Max's favourite sweets and headed to the pharmacy. You got painkillers, birth control pills that you had ran out of and a pregnancy test. It wouldn't be bad to know.

You finally got home, only to see a sprawled out Max in the sofa, watching TV and a cat sleeping on him. When he saw you, he got up, took the bags from you and gave you a peck on your mouth. "I've missed you baby." He whispered. "Me too, Maxie." You responded. "Lemme put them in place." He spoke and reached for the pharmacy bag. "No, you do the groceries." You insisted, heading straight to the bathroom.

You practically ran to your shared bedroom and got in the bathroom, put the pills on the cupboard next to the sink and then took the test. After a while, the timer you set beeped, signalling you to see the results.

It was what you feared. Positive. You were pregnant. Many thoughts filled your mind. What if Max didn't want it? What if he wanted you to abort? What if he left you? What if he kicked you out? And if he didn't, what kind of a mother would you become? All these made you start crying. You had to let him know. You sat down, your back on the wall, hugged your legs and cried for what seemed like hours.

Meanwhile, Max was finished with the groceries and ordered your favourite takeout. When he came out of the kitchen, he was expecting to find you waiting for him on the couch, except you weren't. He went to your bedroom and knocked the bathroom door, confused.

"Baby, everything okay in there?" Max's voice was soft, a hint of worry could be heard, even behind the closed door. He heard your sobs and got even more worried. He knocked again. "Baby, please let me get in..." His voice was breaking. "C-come in..." You said.

He got in and crouched down to hug you. "No no no baby, don't cry." He whispered, wiping away your tears. He hugged you, whispering sweet nothings in your ears till your tears stopped. Then, he looked at tour eyes and spoke. "What got you crying like that, beautiful?" You didn't say a word. Instead, you put the test into his palm. He looked at it, processing what he was seeing. "Y-you are pregnant? With a baby?" He said. You nodded. "I'm gonna be a dad ? Really?" He was surprised. "I-i thought you might not want it..." You murmured. "Are you serious? I'm gonna be a dad! I've always wanted kids with you and we did it!" You looked at him smiling slightly.

"We're gonna keep it?" "Of course, darling we're gonna be the best parents this beautiful creature can ask for." He whispered, hugging you. Then the doorbell rung. He took you by your hand to the front door. "Food is here!"

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Any Kind of Guy

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Summary: Logan Sargeant has a huge crush on his next door neighbor and will practically do anything to get close to her

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: based off the Big Time Rush song of the same name, Oscar Piastri and Logan are roommates in this and Logan is still in F1.

It all started when Logan and Oscar were coming back from playing golf with Alex and Lando and they a moving van parked in front of their building.

“Is someone moving in?” Oscar asked.

“Looks like it, but who moved out? Oh please be the cat lady from upstairs.” Logan said, crossing his fingers and Oscar hit his arm.

“Well let’s check who is our new neighbor.” Oscar said before they parked their car in their parking space. They walked out and saw someone carrying a box but the box was blocking their face.

“Excuse me, do you need help?” Logan asked and the person put the box down, revealing their face. Logan was in awe by the beauty of the girl.

“Oh yes please, this shit weighs a ton.” Y/N said.

“Oh, you’re a American too?” Logan asked,

“Yeah I am, I’m Y/N, I live in the apartment 13B.” Y/N introduced herself.

“I’m Logan, this is my friend Oscar, we live in 13C.” Logan said,

“Well looks like we’re neighbors.” Y/N said.

And they have been neighbors for months now. Over those few months, Logan has become good friends with Y/N and so has Oscar. Right now, Logan and Oscar decided to go out to Nando's with Y/N after the Singapore Grand Prix. When the waitress served their food, Y/N just stared at her food.

"You have lived here for months now, one would think you'd stop making faces at your food." Oscar said, eating a "chip".

"One would also think i'd start calling them chips, but they are fucking fries, my Aussie friend." Y/N said "What do y'all plan on doing during your break?"

"Why, you need help with something?" Logan asked, always eager to help Y/N in whatever she needs.

"Kinda. I have to get my fucking wisdom teeth removed tomorrow and I obviously don’t have a lot of friends here, I need someone to take me a pick me up because there’s no way I’m fucking driving when I’m on anesthesia. Do you think one of you can take me?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, i can take you." Logan said and Oscar just stared at him.

"Are you sure, mate?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, are you sure you’re not busy?” Y/N asked.

“Of course I’m sure. Besides, we’re neighbors, it will definitely be easier for me to take you after your wisdom teeth removal.” Logan said.

“Thanks, you’re the best. I have to go back to work, I’ll see you guys later.” Y/N salud, waving goodbye. Once Y/N was out of earshot, Oscar spoke.

“Mate, how whipped Can you be? You’re going to take her to the oral surgeon?” Oscar asked.

“I’ll do whatever she needs me to do. Now I gotta look up what you can eat after wisdom teeth removal.” Logan said and Oscar sighed.

“You’re doing husband things on a best friend budget, you’re actually crazy about her.” Oscar said.

“You bet I am, bitch.” Logan said.

“Why are you calling me a bitch?” Oscar asked.

“Dude, we’ve been watching supernatural together, you’re supposed to call me a jerk.” Logan.

“Fine, jerk.” Oscar said.

“Nope, moments gone. We need to do some grocery shopping after lunch.” Logan said.

“Y/N?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, want to make sure she has everything for tomorrow.” Logan said.

Oscar sighed but ultimately accompanied Logan to do some grocery shopping, stocking up on gauze, her favorite yogurt, premade tomato bisque, ice cream, potatoes so Logan can make (either mashed potatoes or potato soup, I prefer potato soup), and whatever else she needs to eat after a wisdom teeth extraction. After Logan paid for groceries, he used his spare key to open Y/N’s apartment and place everything her brought in the fridge, pantry and medicine cabinet with Oscar’s help. He also left a note of what he did.

When Y/N got out of work, she saw the note Logan left and smiled. She then knocked on his door and was greeted by a shirtless Logan, who just got out of the shower.

“Oops, sorry, I should have called. But I wanted to thank you for buying groceries, you didn’t have to do that, you know.” Y/N said.

“Of course I do, I know the dentist provides some gauze but we have no idea how often you’ll need to change yours.” Logan said,

“Thank you. Since I can’t eat anything before my appointment, I’m going to eat so much tonight, enjoy my last regular meal for the next week. My appointment is in the morning so I’ll see you then.” Y/N said and kissed Logan’s cheek before going back to her apartment. Oscar observed the whole interaction.

“Ooh, she kissed you, how do you feel, mate?” Oscar asked, behind Logan. Logan jumped at the sound of his voice.

“How long were you there?” Logan asked,

“When you were explaining to her why you bought gauze. You should ask her out already, she clearly likes you if she kissed your cheek, you don’t have to do her all these favors.” Oscar said.

“My love language is acts of service, sue me.” Logan said.

It’s the next morning and Oscar was woken up by someone knocking on the door. He threw a pillow at Logan and he wakes up.

“What was that for?” Logan asked.

“Someone is knocking on the door, go get it.” Oscar mumbled, trying to get back to sleep. Logan rolled his eyes and walked to the front door, he opened it to reveal Y/N wearing jeans, sneakers, and a juicy couture sweater.

“Morning, my appointment is in an hour and I’m nervous as fuck.” Y/N said walking in as Logan opened the door wider. “I mean the last time I got my teeth taken out was when I was a kid so my braces would fit better and that shit was painful, they just numbed the area, what if this happens again?”

“Y/N, they’ll put you under anesthesia, you’ll be asleep the whole time, you won’t feel a thing, okay? Let me get dressed and we can leave, I’ll buy myself breakfast on the way.” Logan said and Y/N nodded, feeling a little better after Logan’s words. Once he was dressed, he said goodbye to Oscar before coming out, telling Y/N they can go.

Logan drove to a McDonald’s drive thru to get a breakfast sandwich and coffee before driving to the oral surgeon for Y/N. They waited 25 minutes before Y/N was called to get her teeth out. After what seems like forever, a doctor came out saying “Y/N’s friend” and Logan stood up to talk to him.

“She did really well, she can’t really eat anything right now, so just clear liquids like chicken broth. Make sure she doesn’t change the gauze for another hour, she’s a bit groggy from the anesthesia but all good. Here’s the list of foods she can eat and also the rules that follow this procedure.” The doctor said.

“Okay, can she walk?” Logan asked.

“I think it’s better for you to escort her out. The medication that she needs to take should be in her pharmacy by now.” The doctors said,

“Thanks, doc. Okay, let’s go, Y/N,” Logan said, getting closer to Y/N and grabbing her hand to pull her off the waiting chair.

“Mah fah hah.” Y/N mumbled.

“Canta understand you babe, you have gauze in your mouth.” Logan said and Y/N was about to move it but Logan moved her hand away, “you can’t take of the gauze, not yet.” And Y/N whined. “I know, I know, let’s go to the car.” Logan said.

They walked to the car and Logan drove to the pharmacy to pick up her medication and drove home. Y/N was touching her face and Logan opened her door.

“Mah chuh eh nuh.” Y/N said. Logan opened the door and walked Y/N in.

“Alright, just sleep on the couch, okay? It says here that your head needs to be elevated so…” Logan started ‘arranging’ Y/N so she can sleep comfortably on the couch and he can keep an eye on her and he heats up the chicken broth he bought yesterday. Can’t be too hot though, could cause more swelling. Y/N fell asleep and within 2 hours, she’s awake and her face no longer feels numb. “Great, you’re up, change the gauze in your mouth, yeah?” Logan asked, Y/N walked in the bathroom and changed the gauze, walking back out.

“That was nasty.” Y/N said, sounding a little muffled.

“Yeah, do you want to eat now or when you stop bleeding?” Logan asked, Y/N raised 2 fingers. “Second option? Okay, you’ll eat later then.” Logan said, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer to hold it gently against her face. “Minimize the swelling for tomorrow. Today you’re good, but tomorrow is when the pain truly kicks in” and Y/N stared at him. “Right, sorry, you won’t be in that much pain though, scout’s honor. Next time you change the gauze, take your pills before applying the new ones.

“Yes nurse Logan.” Y/N mumble in a teasing tone, making him laugh.

Next morning, Y/N woke up to the sound of Logan cooking.

“Morning Y/N, how do you feel?” Logan asked.

“The back of my mouth hurts like a mother but I am so glad I don’t need gauze anymore.” Y/N said and Logan pulled out the ice pack from the freezer for Y/N, wrapped it in a paper towel, and handed it to her, she smiles. “Thank you for being my home nurse.” Placing the ice pack against her cheek.

“No problem. Are you up for eating yogurt for breakfast?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, I can settle for yogurt. I would much rather have those eggs and bacon you’re cooking though.” Y/N said.

“No can do, princess, strictly soft food for you until next week.” Logan said.

“Yes nurse Logan.” Y/N teased.

“Anyway, I’ll be making you mashed potatoes/potato soup.” Logan said

“Wow, I get nurse Logan and chef Logan, what other titles do you have?” Y/N asked.

“Any kind of guy you want, princess, that’s the kind I’ll be.” Logan said.

“That was incredibly cheesy, but thank you.” Y/N said.

“Yeah. I was wondering when you’re feeling better, if you wanted to go out with me. Like the 2 of us.” Logan said, wiping his hands on his jeans from nervousness.

“Like a date? Yeah, I’d love to.” Y/N said.

“Cool, cool, it’s not because of this, right?” Logan gesturing to where he’s cooking. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me.”

“Logan, I’ve liked you for a while now. Since you helped me move in, actually. I just didn’t think you’d be into me since you’re a F1 driver and all.” Y/N said.

“You’re beautiful, I would be stupidest if I weren’t into you.” Logan said. Unbeknownst to both of them, Oscar was standing outside Y/N’s apartment, listening in on their conversation, using a glass cup.

“Finally.” Oscar whispered in relief, happy that his 2 friends are now going to date. He went back to his apartment to make himself breakfast, grinning at the fact Logan finally confessed.

The End

The original idea was totally different but since I got my wisdom teeth out on Wednesday, I figured why not make my character go through the same thing. I have been living on yogurt, milkshakes, potato soup, and rice noodles. I’m at work now and I am hungry

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