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mariahcarreyyy · 9 months

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Can you write a lando norris x fem reader fic where they do anal (fem receiving) cause he won a race or championship or something please

+ my first smut ever go easy on me pls 🙈🙈

𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗘, 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

plot: after Lando wins his first grand prix race, you let him explore a new area in your sex life-- taking it from the backdoor.

wc: 2.8k { shes a long one ;) }

warning(s): smut 18+, anal fingering (fem rec.), anal sex (fem rec.), celebratory sex, the overuse of the words 'fuck' and 'baby', swearing, and mild mention of champagne.

The post-race flush on your boyfriend's face that Sunday afternoon was nothing new: his cheeks twinged were crimson and a broad smile was etched onto his face, clashing dangerously with his papaya race suit.

What was new, however, was that Lando's feet were placed neither on the third step of the podium nor the second. He stood victoriously on the top step, raising his large silver trophy above his head and beaming at the ecstatic crowd.

The Silverstone winners' green eyes meet yours in his struggle of drowning in champagne, mouthing, 'I love you.'

'I love you more,' you mouth back, no longer resisting the urge to let your proud tears escape your waterline.

Hours later, the thrill of Lando winning his first race was as strong as ever. It twirled recklessly around you and Lando's sweaty bodies and booming music. The high-end club was overflowing with Formula One drivers and media personnel. All celebrating your boyfriend's first win, no doubt.

You and Lando had been separated at some point during the night, lost in the purple and blue LED lights of the club, and you found yourself dancing with whoever had been willing to. Witnessing his girlfriend sway against the bodies of a stranger hadn't bothered him, because the two of you were aware that no one could touch you like he could—make you feel as good as he could.

Fuck, his blue jeans grew tighter against his crotch, eyes stubbornly planted on the curve of your hips and watching as they moved seductively to the beat of the music.

The hair on the nape of your neck rose, somehow aware that someone was watching you. You detach yourself from the stranger—a fairly attractive blond in his late twenties—and turn around only to be met with your boyfriend's eyes for the second time that day.

When he turns back around to face the bartender, you advance towards his seat and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

"Hi, baby," he smiles as you rub your forehead against the crook of his neck.

Like a cat, he thinks.

"Hey," you murmur, muffled by the cotton of his black shirt. Breathing in, you think you have become drunk on the deep musk of his cologne. "Y'smell so good."

Lando tips his head back with a boastful laugh, but it falters when he feels your soft lips slowly trailing up his neck, smirking, "Yeah? You wanna take this someplace else?"

You crane your neck up, biting your bottom lip as you nod shyly. Lando doesn't need any further confirmation; he stands up, and your hands consequently fall from his tan stomach. A whine nearly escapes you at the loss of physical touch, but he's quick to interlace your hand in his.

Sometimes, you believe he can read your mind.

"Don't let go," he demands, pushing past the swarm of drunken crowds (and also leading you to rub your thighs together in hopes of relieving yourself, but you chose not to acknowledge it).

In a matter of thirty minutes, you were able to escape the suffocating atmosphere and catch a cab back to your hotel. The moment the door of the hotel room shut behind you, Lando placed both of his veiny hands on your waist, pressing your bodies together and attacking your lips.

Your body was on fire, and the pit in your stomach screamed for relief. Lando couldn't fucking stop kissing you. And even if he could, he wouldn't dare be the first to pull away.

Lando Norris was not one for alcohol, but he would get drunk off the peachy scent of your conditioner if he could.

The driver's hand stilled on your cheek to tip your head back and deepen the kiss, while the other tugged on the hem of your little black dress. You let out a pathetic whimper against his lips, and Lando takes it as permission to slip his tongue inside.

Hesitantly, you pull away, albeit not very far. You could count Lando's faint freckles, and your nose brushes against his occasionally. You meet his eyes and fight the urge to look down at your feet because he's looking at you like you hung the fucking stars in the sky. A grin breaks out on his face, and he resumes his feathery touches on your dress. "C'mon, baby, take this off f'me."

You blink dumbly at him. Lando doubles over, emitting that laugh that you love so much. That hyena-like, gigglish shriek. When it dawns on you that you might be staring a little too hard, you immediately reach for your dress, lifting it above your hips and shrugging it off your shoulder.

Lando curses softly under his breath and urgently lays his palms back on your hips. He presses your lips together again, softer and gentler, and your heart aches. Warmth consumes you as you lean into the kiss, Lando's lips impossibly soft against your own.

Lando gently taps his index finger on the crease separating your ass and thighs. You know, just from his touch, what he needs, and of course you do; there have been too many nights of you waking up together, tangled in white bedsheets, for you not to.

You jump, your lips still connected, and your head dizzy from his touch. His palms wrap beneath your legs, carrying you to bed like you weighed about as much as a feather.

And like, Lando manhandling you shouldn't make you want to ride him till he cries, but it does. It only made the need in between your thighs stronger.

Soon enough, you're splayed out on his sheets with Lando's pillowy lips sucking all over your neck, painting it with soft hues of lilac.

The fabric covering your boyfriend's body makes you jut your bottom lip out, whining, "Take it off, Lan, please."

Lando pulls away with half-lidded eyes, resting on his calves as he fumbles to free himself from the constraints of his clothes. And well, you definitely didn't lift your hips against his clothed dick at the sight of his defined abs.

Lando breathes sharply and spreads your legs to rub your pussy through your panties. You whine, trying and failing to grind up against his palm because his other hand is firm against your lower stomach.

"Mm, so good f'me, so wet." Lando moans lightly, pushing your lace to the side, and—oh fuck, he's rubbing your clit.

You thrash against his touch, gasping as you heave out, "Lan, no, please, no."

The drivers' previous lust-filled eyes are tainted with worry now. "What's wrong, baby? I do somethin'?"

You almost chuckle fondly at how fast he retracts his arm from in between your thighs (and also cry). You shake your head, lifting your hand—which had been previously gripping at the sheets—to cradle his defined cheekbones.

"No, no, baby, 'tis not that," you gulp, and his wory morphs into confusion, urging you to continue. "I just, I dunno, I know how much you wanted to fuck me from the back, so I, uh, thought we could do it tonight."

Shit.

Lando doesn't know what he expected to hear, but it was sure as fuck not that. To his own surprise, Lando somehow grows harder in the confines of his boxer. A grin adorns his face, despite the pain between his legs. "Fuck, you sure, baby? I know I jus' won a race, but that doesn't mean we have to, princess."

"I know," you reassure him, trailing your hand down to his boxers and palming at his erection. "I want to; y'looked so fucking hot on that top step."

"Yeah?" He sucks in a sharp breath, and you hum sweetly, squeezing his dick harder.

Lando's hips stutter against your touch, grinding down in an attempt to relieve his ache. Mustering up his last shred of dignity, Lando somehow manages to pull away, making you whine for what felt like the 1000th time tonight.

He chuckles, stepping off the bed to tug his boxers down and reach for the strawberry-scented lube on his nightstand that, as you both learned, all high-end hotels supplied. Lando eagerly sits in the space of your spread legs, leaning forward to place wet kisses along your collarbone till he reaches your tits.

You moan softly when he wraps his hot mouth around your nipple, and Lando goes fucking ballistic. The sound echoes in his head like a broken radio. Lando wants to take it out and store it in a guarded safe somewhere in India.

The driver alternates between each boob, flicking his tongue against one and rolling the nub of the other with his fingers. Your hand quickly finds solace in his curls, arching your back to bring him closer. When he pulls away with a kiss to your sensitive nub, you find it hard not to be hyper-aware of the thick cock resting against your thigh.

You roll your hips impatiently, and satisfaction engulfs your body when Lando reaches for the discarded lube on the bed. With a pop, he pulls the lid and squeezes a generous amount on his palm. He rubs his hands together, the friction warming the lube well.

You would be a liar if you said a swarm of erratic butterflies hadn't swarmed your stomach. Lando would make this enjoyable; you knew that, but he couldn't completely take the pain away. Taking a deep breath in, you reach for Lando's clean hand.

He intertwines them beside your hip without asking a question.

He pokes a wet finger against your rim, asking, "You ready, love?"

"Yup," popping the 'p', satisfied with yourself at how well you were hiding your nerves.

Lando pushes in, and he barely has half of his index finger inside you, but holy fuck, the sight drives him crazy. The hold on his hand tightens, and he forces his eyes away from his finger wrapped around your asshole to look at you.

"H-how're you feeling, love?" Lando stutters at the feeling of your asshole clenching around his digit. "Relax, baby, you've gotta relax f'me, please."

Tears well up on your waterline, blurring your vision of Lando kneeling in front of you. It took a few seconds, but the pain eventually subsided, and Lando took that as a sign to push deeper.

Lando tries his absolute hardest not to moan loudly, instead focusing on the heat of your ass wrapped around his index. He removes it, leaving no time for you to question him before he shoves a second finger inside.

"Oh!" You arch your back, eyebrows furrowing, when the pleasure starts bubbling in your stomach. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Shit," Lando says, because your writhing against his fingers, begging for more, more, more, has reduced him to a man of few words. "Doin' so fucking well for me, baby."

The driver continues to fuck his fingers into your ass, twisting and curling every once in a while. Your head tilts back against the mattress, and your mouth hangs in a permanent 'o'.

"You think y'ready for m'cock, darling?"

You don't--cant-- bring yourself to answer. Your mind, you believed, had officially melted into a puddle, spilling out of your ear. Lando curls his fingers, as if nudging you on the shoulder and saying, Hey, I'm talking to you.

You screech, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. His gaze, that makes you feel so delicate. His gaze, that makes your head void of any thoughts. His gaze, that you wanted on you forever.

You nod, and he carefully pulls his digits out. Lando grips the base of his cock lazily because he knows he won't be able to last long, and he'd be damned if he was about to spend one less second inside you.

Lando lines his dick up against your stretched-out rim, fingers untangling from yours, and instead rests them on the small of your waist. When Lando pushes the tip inside your hole, the pain that shoots up your spine causes your hands to fly up to your back, clawing at him to distract yourself.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Lando repeats like a prayer.

You felt so fucking wet, so tight around his cock. Lando was sure that if he died like this—naked, sweaty, and with his cock shoved deep inside your ass—he'd die happily.

The feeling of Lando's fingers was incomparable to the sensation—and pain—of his length filling you up inch by inch. The room smells of sex, Lando's perfume, and strawberry-scented lube, and once the pain finally subsided, you realized you needed him fully inside you now.

You wrap your legs around his hips, the balls of your feet pressing against his lower back as you beg, "Please, Lan, I need you, need you to fill me up, please."

Lando swears under his breath, hands gripping at your waist so hard that you're sure you'd look in the mirror the next morning to see your hips painted a lilac and indigo blue sunset. He pushed further inside, his eyes glued to your asshole, stretching to accommodate his thickness and sucking him in, moaning loudly when you accidentally clenched around him.

"Fuck, baby, y-you're taking all of me," Lando gasps in disbelief, biting his bottom lip as his eyes roll back.

You haven't said a single thing, reduced to a whimpering mess and tear-stained cheeks. When your fingernails dig deeper into his back, Lando blinks, ripped out of his lust-haze trance.

Lando tries to focus. Really, he does. But shit, you're clenching sinfully around his cock and fluttering around it as if to say, more more more.

"Lando," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear, painting his back with crescent moons from your fingernails (you'd feel bad if it wasn't for his dick splitting you in half). "Fuck me."

Lando groans at that, wasting no time before pulling his hips back and slamming them back inside. You shrieked, and at this point, you were sure that Lando's back was bleeding from your nails' assault.

You look up at Lando through your eyelashes, jutting out your bottom lip. Your boyfriend's hips don't falter when he leans down and kisses you. It was different. It was messy and hot, and you let out a choked sob against his lips.

With wide eyes, Lando pulls away. "Are you okay, baby? 'Doin so fucking well f'me, fuck, good girl."

You moan, the praise making you impossibly more horny, and nod your head frantically, reaching for your clit between your thighs. Lando tuts, removing a hand from your pretty waist to plant your arms against the pillow above you.

"Please, Lan, I need it, need it so bad." You helplessly grind your clit against nothing.

And who the hell was Lando Norris to say no?

With the new-found pleasure of relieving clit, you are 100% sure that if you ever were to die and go to heaven, it would look like this. It would feel like this.

Lando isn't ashamed that he wouldn't last long, not when you feel this fucking good, not when he can hear your high-pitched moans and uneven breaths. With a stutter of his hips and a particularly loud groan, you already knew he was close.

"Fuck! Baby, I-I cant," he doubles over, frantically rubbing tiny circles against your clit and attacking your neck with his lips. "I'm gonna-"

You arch your back as though you're getting a fucking exorcism because, holy shit, the feeling of his hot semen filling you up is way hotter than it should be. Lando pistons his hips in and out of you through his high, and with one last cry, black spots cover your vision.

"Fuck!- oh, fuck, lan, lan, lan," you repeat his name like a prayer because he might as well be god. Your arms thrash in Lando's hold, already yearning for his touch like you always do post-sex.

Lando releases a guttural groan as he pulls his softening dick out, twitching when your asshole involuntarily clenches around him. You're still breathing so fucking loud when he collapses beside you and wraps an arm around your neck to rest your head against his chest.

Lando shifts, tugging the thick blanket around your sweaty, cum-painted bodies before you hear, "Shit! Baby, didn't mean to hold 'em that hard, does it hurt?"

You furrow your brows, following Lando's eyeline; your otherwise plain wrists were adorned with the scarlet imprint of your boyfriend's hand.

Shrugging, you scoot up and bury your forehead on the crook of his neck, mumbling, "Don't care."

Lando places a mental reminder to put some cream on it in the morning, but for now, he's happy to place small kisses on the top of your head, whispering praises and 'thank you's into your ear.

When you rub your head against him shyly at his words, Lando can't help but laugh fondly at you.

Like a cat, he thinks again.

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ramblinganthropologist · 2 years

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Writober 22 14 and 15 - Storm and Tradition

Summary: It’s a work night for Holly and Rose, and an oncoming storm brings up feelings of another live that didn’t go so well. Luckily, Holly can pick locks and Rose has a great focusing technique. Talk about a dream team, right?

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The rain was coming down in buckets that night.

“Damn… people really want to see her if they come out in weather like this.”

Holly muttered that to herself as she checked her phone one last time before shutting it off to keep it from blowing up due to magical interference. Most people had magic, so they got stuff on their phones to prevent that. Since she wasn’t, it never came up. Now that magic was kind of her line of work… she was regretting that a little bit.

Next time she got a phone, she’d take that into consideration.

That wasn’t the point, though. Getting things ready for Rose’s show was. Right then she was behind stage, sitting in front of an unknown set of gauges and trying to get a feel for them. Much to her relief, the house tech was a hard ass about keeping the tanks flushed for performers. You could’ve eaten off them (not that she would, thanks OES) and not gotten a reaction from it. Always nice to deal with someone competent.

Everything was running smoothly, they just needed the woman of the hour to get ready to get on stage. Usually, Rose was powering up nearby, or checking to make sure she had enough juice boxes for intermission. None of that was happening though.

Which… made Holly nervous.

“I don’t like this.” She got up from her seat, looking to find someone to check in with. That someone looked to be running music that night. “Hey, I’ll be right back, just gotta check something before call time.”

They waved her off, and Holly nodded as she broke out into a sprint. She wasn’t exactly in shape, so that hurt like hell, but something in her gut was telling her to get the lead out. The hallway flew by, and before she knew it she was standing in front of the door that led to Rose’s dressing room. Normally, this was a place that she avoided in order to keep her hands functioning. This wasn’t normally, though. Instead, the door felt cold as she pressed her palm against it.

Had she done that on a regular night, she’d be coming back with secondhand caster’s burn.

“Fuck.” That hand turned into a fist as she knocked. “Rose, it’s me. Are you in there?”

The orc didn’t answer, but Holly’s sharp ears still picked up some kind of movement. It made her stomach shift, so she knocked again. That time, she heard more motion – they were moving away from the door, not towards it.

Fuck.

“I’m coming in whether you like it or not.” She jiggled the handle – it was locked. “Fine, do it the hard way.”

The fun thing about not having any magic in high school meant that she had plenty of other classes to take up her free periods. One of them had been shop, so she knew her way around wood. More importantly, she had been bored enough during a free study period to figure out how to pick locks with nothing more than a borrowed bobby pin and determination.

She had both at the moment, so within a minute of work the lock clicked open.

“Thank you, high school.” She paused. “Never thought I’d say that. Fuck, it feels wrong.”

Didn’t matter, door was unlocked so she opened it and stepped in. Much to her surprise, the lights were off. Maybe Rose thought that would make it harder to find her. Unfortunately for her, Holly had dark vision and the orc wasn’t exactly small. It was easy to find her curled up against the far wall, her face in her knees and her breathing going a mile a second.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why as the thunder cracked overhead either.

Holly crossed the room, giving a bit of distance as she got a feel for her work partner. Rose wasn’t kicking off much magic, but even an idiot could see she was freaking the fuck out. She was one step beyond hyperventilating and probably in the midst of what her therapist would call a massive panic attack.

Lucky enough, Holly used to get those in high school. That meant she knew a thing or two abut coping mechanisms. Had she ever used them, no, but the guidance counselor had all but beat them into her back then. Weird how high school was just being so damn helpful now…

Once again, didn’t matter. She had an idol to calm down.

The elf approached, getting within touching range. She didn’t, though. Instead, she sat – couldn’t kneel, her knees fucking hurt thanks to the flare up – and allowed herself to forget how close they were to show time. With the headliner like this, they could wait.

Thank fuck they had an opening act this time. Had it been the Summer Room, they’d have been fucked. Then again… they’d been fucked at that one when the lights had gone out…

Shit. That one had been a storm too, hadn’t it? The fucker had-

Oh.

“Rose… before I go in about storms – are you afraid of lightning, or is this because of last time?”

Her words made the orc’s head pop up enough to see that her makeup hadn’t run. Guess that brand that had her on the cover was indeed as good as the ad said. Still, she looked fucking miserable as she sniffed back mucus and reached for another tissue to pat her face.

Had that been Holly, she’d be using her sleeve and making things worse. Once again, the difference between front and back of house was glaring.

“How’d you get in… I locked the door.”

Holly held up the bent bobby pin. “Learned how to pick locks in high school while the other kids were figuring out how to do magic.”

Rose stared at her pin, before she shook her head. “Why am I surprised…”

Her shoulders dropped, and she rested her chin on her knees. There was an impossible to read look spread across her face that the makeup couldn’t hide. Just looking at her made Holly want to make it all better, even though she didn’t know what she needed to fix.

Should she be worried about that? Nah, it was just part of being a good tech.

The half-elf cocked her head to the side as she watched her idol. “So… is it because of last time?”

Her question caused Rose to chuckle, though there was nothing cheerful about it. Somehow, she sounded even more bitter than her tech ever could, and that was saying something. Now it was time to be worried.

“Yeah… it’s because of last time.”

She sighed, closing her eyes. “I’m… scared. That it’ll happen again. That people get hurt this time or something bad happens and… I feel like I’m 5 years old again.”

Holly frowned at this, rubbing the back of her head. This was probably the point where someone with better emotional intelligence would know what to do. Maybe they could offer a kind word or reassurance or… something to make it better. She wasn’t that person, though. And she knew she couldn’t fix everything.

But…

“I mean… we work better together now. If you start running hot, I can drain the system.”

Rose blinked, but Holly continued. “Like… last time was a freak accident. It was a location with shit tech that hasn’t been updated in centuries. The tech here runs their shit right, and… well, I know what to expect from you now. You know what to expect from me. I’m not going to let you fall.”

It was big words, especially from somebody that could barely get out of bed without needing a handful of medication. But she meant every word that left her chapped lips and then some. Anything she had left in her broken body, she was willing to give it in order to make things a success.

After all… she knew how it felt to have nothing left. If she could stop that, she would.

The orc gently wiped the last of her tears away, her eyes dry at last. She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. When she opened her eyes again, they were focused and had some of the light back in them.

“I guess what you’re saying is that I should trust you.”

She offered a crooked grin. “That’s some big talk coming from you, do you think you can keep up?”

Holly felt her face heat, but she refused to look away. It was like she couldn’t – Rose was pulling her in. Instead, she met the orc’s grin with her own, big enough to show the sharp teeth she so often tried to hide.

“Hit me with your best shot, I can take it.”

Now Rose was chuckling as she stood to her full height. Her motions were lighter now as she moved to the mirror to check her mirror and adjust her hair. The face Holly glanced in the mirror looked more like an idol now, and a confident one.

“Alright, you asked for it.” She looked over her shoulder, smiling. “I’m counting on you to keep things together.”

The half-elf nodded as she stood, body protesting. “Don’t worry about me, just focus on knocking their socks out. They came out in this bullshit to see you.”

She started towards the door to give Rose the room to finish preparing, but a hand on her wrist stopped her. This caused her to glance over her shoulder, to where the orc was standing with a strange look on her face.

Shit, had she done something wrong?

Thankfully, Rose answered before she could spiral too much. “Could you… can I get both your hands?”

Once again, Holly’s face heated. However, she gave the orc both her hands. Now they faced one another as the tension began to ramp up behind the door. Outside, the crowds were getting excited, but it didn’t reach the room. It was like it was in its own dimension, where only the two of them existed.

“Thank you.” Rose closed her eyes, prompting her tech to do the same out of the awkwardness. “I used to do this before shows. Just stay here with me and focus on blocking everything but our heartbeats out.”

That was going to be hard, considering Holly’s ears were a lot stronger. But she tried it anyway, doing her best to filter out all the minor sensations assaulting her senses. The crowd melted away, the sound of the rain, all of it. The only thing that remained was the fast beating of her heart and the feeling of her breathing.

Well… not just that. At the edge of her senses, she could hear something else – another heartbeat, a little slower and definitely bigger. It was surprisingly warm too, almost sparkling with energy.

“Your heart is so fast.” Rose’s voice was calm. “You must scare doctors when you go in for checkups.”

Holly chuckled despite the exercise. “They have my details in the file. You’re all sparkly. If anyone’s scaring them it’s you.”

She could almost picture the orc smiling. “Fine, we both scare them. But now you’re tuned to me, and me to you. As long as you’re at the gauges, I’ll know you’re there.”

Rose then let go, and Holly opened her eyes. The orc was so close, still beaming at her. It made her want to smile too, even though she wasn’t very good at it. Her teeth saw to that, as did her terrible personality.

But Rose didn’t seem to mind that…

“Thanks for doing this with me. I feel a lot better now.” A glance at the clock on the wall meant it was almost time to go. “You ready?”

Holly nodded as she started towards the door again. “Let’s do this shit.”

Had she thought about it, she would have known what had passed between them was akin to the linking rituals between a sound mage and their handler to make the battle easier on both parties. But, when it came down to it she was oblivious to shit like that. To her, it was just a weird tradition to help Rose calm down.

As long as it didn’t hurt, she was down for it.

Speaking of down – as Rose headed to the stage, Holly settled into her spot at the gauges. Already, the energy was starting to pick up thanks to the fans. A few tweaks saw to that as she gazed at the screen off to the side.

Like clockwork, Rose appeared on screen in a spray of flower petals to the screams of her fans. There was no hint of the anxiety that had plagued her earlier, just the confidence that came with a hardworking performer going out in front of their fans. Just watching brought a smile to her face and a lightness to her dark heart.

Or at least it did until the gauges started to click. Then it was back to work.

Still, as she worked, Holly couldn’t deny she could feel the steady beat in the back of her mind as the idol launched into her opening song. It helped steady her hands and allowed her to focus on the gauges in front of her.

She would’ve wondered what Rose was feeling… but that would take time away from making sure the stage didn’t blow up. After all, she had her priorities.

#writober22 #ramblinganthropologist's writing #lights music magic #Holly Silverstone LMM #Rose Icefield LMM

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lnfours · 2 months

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🍊prompt: “i need to tell you something. and i need you to not hate me when i do.”

Hey I was wondering maybe if you could write something inspired by silverstone race today maybe like going to the race with landos parents and watching in the garage and being there for lando after the race and comforting him all good if not x

ur trying to kill me anon!!!!!!

11.8k friends to lovers celebration

you saw his face after he got out of the car and you just knew. you knew how he had felt the past couple of days, it was all etched onto his face without him having to say a single word.

your heart ached for him as you watched the podium celebration, how he didn’t do his iconic champagne pop and how he wore a tight lipped smile instead of his usual bright one.

you were sitting in his drivers room, looking up from your phone when the door opened. you put your phone down next to you on the couch, eyes trained on him as he plopped down in the chair across from you with a sigh.

“wanna talk about it?” your voice was soft and gentle, and you noticed the way his leg stopped bouncing and his eyes looked up from the floor to your face.

he just shook his head and you nodded, “i know you don’t wanna hear it, but you still put on a hell of a race, lan.”

truth was, he never not wanted to hear you say it. he loved having you by his side, for everything. you were his biggest supporter through it all, all the highs and the lows. his heart ached as you watched him sadly.

he gave you a short nod, his demeanor changing a bit as he played with the zipper of his suit, “i need to tell you something. and i need you to not hate me when i do.”

you could tell his head was spinning with thoughts so you nodded, “okay,”

he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when there was a knock on his door, followed by someone from the pr team peaking their head in.

“sorry, lando. they need you in the media pen.”

he sighed, “just a minute.”

the brunette woman nodded, closing the door behind her to give the two of you some privacy. you reached your hands out to him, standing with him as he rose to his feet.

“it’s okay, we’ll talk after,” you smiled before taking your fingers and pulling at his cheeks to form a smile on his face, which stayed as he looked at you with love filled eyes, “i’ll be right here when you’re done.”

“i don’t deserve you,” he chuckled and you laughed with him.

“i know,” you said, “now go, before you’re late.”

he sent you a nod and smiled before walking out the door and closing it behind him. a slight feeling of having a weight lifted off his shoulders as he made his way to the media pen.

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11hedonistic · 1 year

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HOW I VIEW TAURUS/LIBRA BEAUTY ~ the two signs ruled by the planet of beauty/love/art (venus) 🪷

Libra ♎️

so libra beauty in my eyes gives me a very “charming” & “flirtatious” vibe. i feel like libra women/women w libra placements are the easiest to spot because their aura is just naturally very feminine and charming. i noticed they usually have very beautiful voices and their eyes just have that cute sparkle in them that you can’t ignore. they also smile a lot when you’re talking to them too and their smiles are usually very beautiful as well. these people can dress so good too like i have never came a cross a person w libra placements that could not dress

they’re easy to like, especially by the opposite sex (based off my own observations lol) but they can tend to be hard on themselves and can also be over concerned with their appearance.

(libra women listed above: kim kardashian, alicia silverstone, christina milan, rubi rose)

Taurus ♉️

taurus women/women w taurus placements in my eyes give me the “luxurious” and “seductive” type of beauty vibes.. if that makes sense lol. like those women in movies you see rocking an animal fur coat and versace shades smoking a cigarette on her 5.4 million dollar house balcony. very specific i know but thats what i envision when i think of taurus beauty lol. like i mentioned earlier how libras are more naturally sweet and charming, i would moreso fit taurus beauty in the “seductive” category for sure. like femme fatale

taurus women/women w prominent taurus placements are really invested in the arts/music and it shows in their personality + the things that they’re interested in. they love beautiful things and have very elegant taste and are amazing gift givers!

(taurus women listed above: megan fox, ana de armas, jessica alba)

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mysticworks · 7 months

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Make it up to you ~ Lewis Hamilton

It's your birthday but Lewis' hectic schedule means your special plans for the evening slip his mind.

Word count: < 1k

Genre: Slight Angst/ Mainly Fluff

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The 4 missed calls on his phone were enough to make him panic. 'Crap! Crap! Crap!'

A post qualifiers meeting for the upcoming Silverstone Grand Prix had overrun, the team then deciding to call for a last minute dinner that forced Lewis to stay longer than planned.

The qualifier rounds had been especially tough, car issues forcing Hamilton and Russel to bear the brunt of disappointing start positions for that weeks race. To clear his head, Lewis had gone for a quick gym session - your plan together completely slipping his mind in the heat of pressure to perform.

It only dawned onto him, after he'd showered, making him scramble into his car to get home as quickly as legally possible.

Pulling into the driveway, Lewis’ eyes fell on the dim lamp light, the glow peering through the closed curtains and painting shadows across the porch.

It was well past 2am and his heart sank at the thought of you sitting at home, awake and waiting for him in the silence of the night. The regret made his breath hitch.

I should’ve dropped a text. At the very least, I should've let her know.

Clenched fists in frustration, Lewis’ brows furrowed as he silently opened the front door, careful to tiptoe quietly to where he figured you were. It felt illegal to make any noise in such defeaning quiet.

Lewis called your name out softly before stopping dead in his tracks at the living room entrance.

It all hit him at once; the birthday fairy lights hung around the ceiling, the lingering waft of the cake you’d baked earlier that evening, the dull click of the clock hand as it counted the precious seconds you'd lost together, the soft snores coming from you at intervals.

His eyes rummaged through the room, coming to rest on the central coffee table. You’d taken out a film, in hopes of watching it tonight; his all time favourite - Disney’s Cars 3. Besides the CD, was the cake you’d baked - candles all set and matchstix ready to be set alight.

Except I didn’t turn up. I let you down.

He’d promised you this quiet night in, at the very start of the season and now he’d failed you. Guilt filled his core, eyes watering slightly. He sucked in a breath, heart sinking.

And then his eyes fell on you. Curled against the sofa’s armrest, a soft blanket carelessly thrown over you, in your slumber. You were still clutching your phone tightly in one hand, having fallen asleep whilst waiting for him to arrive. Lewis’ gut wrenched.

Coming to crouch down in front of you, Lewis gently pulled a strand of stray hair away, whispering rushed apologies to your sleeping face. Delicate with his hands, he caressed his thumb across your cheek, biting down on his own lip. The guilt was submerging him.

Saying he felt awful was an understatement. Your chest rose and fell gently, and he found himself edging closer to you, to leave a quick peck on your forehead.

The feeling of his warm breath on your skin, made your eyes flutter open. Groggily.

“Lewis?” Your voice was thick with sleep. He only hummed in response, sucking in a short breath before letting out a soft, hushed, “hey there.”

His eyes creased into a tired smile, the crows feet around his eyes all the more so adorable in the dimmed lamp glow.

You smiled back - your eyes were still fluttering, and Lewis gently tugged your phone out of your hand, placing it on the table, before turning back to you, his eyes staring directly into yours.

There was something sad about his look - something almost remorseful… disappointment with himself. It concerned you, but Lewis spoke first, “I’m so sorry. There’s no excu-”

You hushed him at once, slurring words with sleep overcoming you. “Let’s talk in the morning hmm?” You knew his work took a large chunk out of his life, and although you had been looking forward to a quiet night together, you knew it’d have to wait.

He broke into a deep chuckle, bopping your nose with his finger, “Wanna head to bed then?”

You shook your head, scooting into the sofa even further, and patting the small space left next to you. Lewis didn’t think twice, the seat dipping as he crawled in beside you in the tight space offered.

“Not made for two is it?”

There was a hint of amusement in his voice, and it made you happier he was lighter in spirit.

“Well then we’ll just have to scoot close.”

You shifted closer to Lewis, and he turned his body so your face leaned against his chiselled torso, the woolly fabric of his hoodie making a cosy cushion. His arm came to wrap itself around you, pulling you tighter, his lips placing the softest kiss at the top of your forehead.

“I’ll make tonight up to you, I promise.” His voice was a whisper, a silent comforter, with sincerity. He really meant it.

You nodded into his chest, humming in response, before you both let your eyes pull you into slumber.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 imagines #charles leclerc #sir lewis hamilton

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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The Aftermath || LN4 {5}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Lando tries to protect you from the world after going public but there’s only so much he can hide. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, bj, fluff, social media au elements, internet trolls WC: 2.5k

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Lando shivered beneath your touch and his throat bobbed as he swallowed down whatever words he might have said before your lips parted and you took him in your mouth.

A satisfied groan rumbled in his chest as his jaw fell slack and his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy at depth he reached in your throat and he released a shuddering breath when you pressed your tongue flat against him. Your own sound of approval escaped as you pulled back and traced the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft before tasting the bead of precum that formed at his tip.

God, you wanted more.

But he had other ideas as his thumb brushed your cheek and caught the tear that had escaped while you fought your gag reflex. “C’mere,” he rasped huskily, pulling you onto his lap as he sat up. “I want you, Y/N.”

“You have me,” you promised as you straddled his hips and draped your arms around his neck.

He shook his head, droplets of water flicking from the ends of the strands. “I want to be yours too, together, you and me.” Your brows pinched together in confusion and he started to retreat, shifting you off him. “Forget I said anything, shit.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles so he couldn’t escape. “Lando, you're already mine and I'm already yours,” you stated as you pressed your forehead to his and brushed nose against his. “But if you want to make it official, will you be my boyfriend?”

His smile was mischievous and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before you poked him in the ribs and a laugh ruptured his chest. “Yes, yes. Ow,” he chuckled as he rubbed his ribs. “Of course I will.”

The room spun as Lando wrapped an arm around your back, his large hand protecting your head as he swapped places and you found yourself looking up into his eyes, the golden flames of the candles reflecting in them. “Now that my confidence has been healed, it’s my turn.”

The water on the floor had cooled beneath you but it did nothing to stop the heat that flushed over your skin when he looked at you the way he did. His smile never wavered as he trailed sweet kisses down your body, the soft stubble on his chin leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You finally got your bubble bath as the sun through the last of the storm clouds in time for it to set over the city.

Your body and your mind was more relaxed than it had been in over a year and you were still in a state of bliss from the multiple orgasms Lando had given you, first with his tongue and then when your bodies had finally united. The throb in your core was testament to the ache you knew you would feel in the morning but it was worth the nirvana you had found in his arms.

“Don’t move,” Lando ordered as he darted out of the bathroom, only to return quickly with his phone pointed your way. “Beautiful.”

You plucked his phone from his fingers with a smile after seeing the image he captured and placed it on the table beside the roses he had delivered. “Come join me.”

“If I do that we won’t make it to the surprise in time,” he said as he shook his head with a small smile and knelt down beside the bath instead, catching bubbles on his fingertips. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk about...”

You sat up straighter at the ominous tone and pulled your knees to your chest. “That doesn’t bode well.”

He tried to give you a reassuring smile but it didn’t reach his eyes and his fingers still idly popped the lavender scented bubbles. “I want you to come to Silverstone, with me.”

“I…Lando,” you sighed and dropped your chin to your knees. “I don’t think I can, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.”

He nodded sadly and you hated being the reason for that, but he didn’t push it any further which you were grateful for. You felt terrible as he left the room and you tried to convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, you could go to the race with him without it shattering you completely.

You were about to call out to him but he was already returning to his spot beside the bath and holding out a plate of food to share. You picked at a small serve of bruschetta but you couldn’t stomach actually eating it and eventually Lando took it back, placing the plate on the floor.

“Alright, talk to me,” he softly urged.

“I can’t make any promises,” you started to say as you busied your fingers with the bubbles floating across the surface. “But I’ll try to come with you on Friday.” Already his face lit up like a child at Christmas and you took his hand to bring his focus back to you. “We’ll start with free practice but if it’s too much I’ll have to go.”

“Of course, love, thank you for even considering it.” He leaned over the bath, tipping your chin back so he could capture your lips with a slow kiss. “As much as I could watch you prune up all night, we should start getting ready.”

“I’m not a prune,” you argued until you looked at your fingers and clenched your fist shut as you saw the pads of your fingers all wrinkled.

He grabbed one of the only towels left dry after he had attempted mopping up the floor with the rest and held it open for you to step into before wrapping it tight around you. “Gotcha, all mine now,” he whispered darkly before peppering your face with kisses as you laughed and tried to wriggle free.

“Let me go, you weirdo!”

“Never!” He picked you up and carried you out of the room before he sat on the bed and fell back with you still wrapped in his arms. “I’m keeping you.”

“You’re keeping me from getting ready.”

“Fiiiine,” he groaned dramatically before reluctantly releasing you. “First I have to let you go and then you go and put clothes on. So unfair.”

“You’re the one who planned to go out,” you pointed out with a smirk as you went to the closet and grabbed some matching lace underwear, a pair of jeans, a casual shirt before stealing a fresh hoodie from his side. “You’re going to run out of these at this rate.”

He propped himself up among the pillows and watched you laying the clothes out on the bed. “I think you underestimate my hoodie addiction, I have dozens more at home.”

He made no move to get his own clothes as he lay comfortably in just a pair of boxers. “Are you going to get dressed?”

“I’m just enjoying the view.” He seemed to remind himself of something as he held up a finger for you not to move before dashing into the bathroom and retrieving his phone. “Can I post a picture of you?”

You looked down at yourself, half naked with just the matching lace bra and panty set. “Not like this,” you gasped.

“No,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I was thinking of this one.”

You crawled onto the bed and saw he had darkened the photo in the bathroom and the foreground had been unfocused so the cityscape could be seen. It was hard to see who it even was in the picture unless you knew who it was you were looking for in the features and overall it was a pretty scene with the roses and bubble bath.

“Are you soft launching us?” you smirked.

“Is that a yes?” he shot back as he opened Instagram with a daring eyebrow cocked up.

You grinned at him as you backed away to finish getting dressed. “Yes, Lando.”

“Can I look yet?” you asked as you placed your hands over Lando’s.

“Soon,” he promised as he guided you along the path. “Another step down.”

It felt like he had been leading you in a maze as you went down a few steps then turned and turned again before finding a few more steps. The only thing you noticed changing was the music that was growing louder.

“Are we going to a gig?”

“Patience, love.” The metal groan of a door creaked before the orchestral music swelled and his hands slipped down to your waist to guide you inside the building before the door closed behind you. “Open your eyes.”

Laser lights danced across the walls as you stepped inside the industrial style building and saw dozens of statues lined up around the walls. Suddenly the music shifted and the statues came to life, sending you jumping back into Lando’s arms as he chuckled in your ear.

This was the living art show you had wanted to see in Monaco a year ago but you hadn’t been able to go. You had tried to bring yourself to leave the house but the ticket was a double pass and there hadn’t been anyone else you wanted to take at that point.

“How did you know?” you asked as the artwork unfolded before your eyes.

“René,” Lando answered softly, watching you watch them.

It was mesmerising with the lights and the music amplifying the experience but it was the way the Lando looked at you that was the most enthralling part of it all. With his hands on your waist it was only natural to drape your arms over his shoulder and the music did the rest as you began to sway together in the surreal moment. You should have been paying attention to the art but he held you captivated until the music grew quiet and the statues returned to their pedestals.

“This is just the beginning, baby,” he said as he stepped back and the lights switched from dancing lasers to dozens of neon arrows leading you to the next exhibition. “Ready to experience it all?”

The words went deeper than just this moment and you laced your fingers with his, taking a step towards the archway that had opened and the red glow beyond with a nod. “I’m ready.”

You thought the night couldn’t get any better when you left the art show with a dozen amazing pictures and the memories to last a lifetime. But since the weather had cleared up you decided to keep the night going with a walk back to the hotel and passed a carnival set up in Potters Fields Park. Your face lit up at the lights and sounds so Lando had quickly crossed the road to buy two entrance tickets with a promise to win the biggest stuffed animal there was.

“You paid the guy off last time, remember?” you reminded him.

Every time there was a carnival anywhere near the races you would talk René into taking you and he almost always brought Lando too, which often came with Max in tow. The three of them would turn every game into a competition from the ring toss to the balloon darts and your ribs would ache from all the laughter.

“Can’t say I recall that,” he lied terribly. “But it sounds like a genius plan to me.”

It was nearly midnight when you finally made it back to the hotel with a teddy that was almost the same size as you slung proudly over Lando’s shoulders. He had not stopped grinning since he won it in your name and promised he would buy a plane ticket for it if it was too large to fit in the suitcases.

A smile had become a permanent fixture on your face and your cheeks were starting to ache from overuse as you collapsed onto the bed and kicked your shoes off. “Thank you, Lan,” you said, turning to him as he lay down on his side and pulled you closer. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too, Y/N.” You snuggled into his embrace as he kissed your temple and pulled his phone out to check the messages and emails he had received but his body stiffened at what he saw. He couldn’t turn the screen away fast enough and your breath left your lungs in a rush as you read the comment under the picture he had uploaded.

'Ick, his teammate, really?' 'Bet they were banging before his body was even cold, or behind his back.' 'She’s using Lando to get back in the paddock.' 'Lando could have anyone but he goes for another driver’s sloppy seconds.'

“Forget about them, love. They don’t know what they are talking about,” he stated with conviction as he tipped your head back to see the tears forming in your eyes. “You knew René better than anyone else, you know he would’ve hated seeing you unhappy. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy, and loved.”

He wiped away the stray tear that escaped before determination set on his face and he opened Instagram once again, only this time he was creating a new post with a photo that one of the dancers at the art show had taken in the neon exhibit.

“What are you doing?” you asked as your stomach sank at the thought of putting another post at the mercy of those cruel people.

“Calling them out,” Lando growled angrily, before his voice softened and he cupped your jaw so you couldn’t pull away. “No one makes my girl cry and thinks that it is okay. You hear me? It’s not okay.”

You couldn’t watch as he posted the new picture with a heartfelt message.

You thought that would be the end but then he went through every hurtful comment on the earlier post and reported the users for abuse. If there was one thing Lando took seriously it was mental health and he knew he couldn’t leave those comments for you to see - even if it hurt to read through them all.

The saving grace was the supportive comments that far outweighed the negative ones. Those were the ones he lingered on when his heart grew heavy and he felt like throwing his phone from the 50th floor.

“Lando?” you asked sleepily as your eyes fluttered shut and your lashes kissed your cheeks. “Put the phone away.”

“Soon, love, I’m almost done.”

You forced your tired eyes open and took the phone from his hand, locking the screen before leaning over him to place it on the bedside table. You looked down at him as the city lights left a faint glow in the room enough to make out his handsome features. “There will be more, there always is.” You traced the shape of his jaw with your thumb as you dipped your head to his to kiss him softly. “Nothing can hurt more than what I have already endured, so please don’t waste your time on those people. You can’t protect me from everything.”

His arm curled around your waist before he flipped you on your back, his lips hovering over yours with a promise. “I can try.”

Click here for part six.

Tagging: @yunnie-f1 @neiich @zendayabelova @stillbreathin @dr3lover @writerscurse @christianpulisic10 @alwaysclassyeagle @alexisquinnlee-bc @purplephantomwolf @lightsoutletsgo

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think-like-a-poet · 2 months

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Could I please get Yuck by Charli XCX with George Russel?

This is written in like 100 takes in every spare minute i have between sightseeing. grammar mistakes are highly posible.

Yuck/George Russel

~Yuck, now you got me blushin'

Cheeks so red when the blood starts rushing~

You and George had been talking for some time. You met when you visited the silverstone grand prix. Even though his race didn't went as planned, meeting you fixed it. He asked for you number and had been texting you none stop.

It felt weird, to have someone ask about everything. The constant noise of a notification trew you of guard.

The race weekend were long, and as he didn't text you as much you found out how much you liked those notifications.

Right now George finally had soon time of and asked tou out on a date. As you walk inside the restaurant you see george waiting for you. As soom As his eyes find you he stand up to walk towards you. He was dressed in an expensive looking suit. It did suit him perfectly.

" Hi, let me help you with your coat." He offered and you gave the coat to him. You straighten your dress as he gives it to the garderobe. " You look beautiful." You compliments and a sly blush appeared on your face. You take his hand and together you walk towards the table. " You don't look to bad yourself."

George holds out a chair for you to sit on and walk over to the other side. The table was lit by a small candlelight in the middle, rose pedels around it. It was very romantic and you couldn't help but feel a bit a butterflies in your stomach. You disliked the feeling of being in love. The feeling of your blood rushing to your cheeks by every little thing he does. Why does it feel this way.

" How are you. Did anything special happen?" George asked after he ordered some expensive sounding wines from the waiter.

You think a bit before answering," i just got a promotion, so that is nice. Always wanted it. One step closer to my dream." You smile while explaining and George listens with intressed.

As dinner was ready, you walked outside of the restaurant, George carying your coat. He opens up the door to his mercedes for you to get. The drive was filled with some light conversation as you sat in comfortable silence for the rest of it, a soft music playing trough the radio.

The car comes to a stop in front of your home. George gets out to open the door for you and you thank him. Together you walk towards the door, his hand hanging lose on your back. As you stand underneed the light of the starts he turn to look at you. He brush you hair to the side a blush forming on your face by the touch of his fingers " You are very pretty."

You swallow, not knowing what to do or say as he takes a step back again. " I wish we could do this again. I really enjoyed it"

" me too," you replied. A bright smile formed on his face by your answer.

" great." You takes your hand and places a kiss on it." Then i see you soon, darling" as he walks away you hide your face by turning around. That god damn blood rush. The way as his cars drives away and walk inside your home.

The next morning when you wake up, you were greeted by flowers on your doorstep. 'They are just as beautiful as you, x George Russel.' You look around before picking them up and setting them in a face.

Maybe being in love wasn't so bad at all.

#george russell #george russel x reader #george russel imagine #gr63 #f1 x reader #f1 #formula one #gr63 x reader

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lewishamiltonstuff · 1 year

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King of the realm! 💛💜 - Jamie

#king shit #fr fr #f1 #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #lewis #formula one #f1blr #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes f1 #martin rose #team lh44 #lh44 #silverstone gp 2023 #2023 british gp #british gp 2023 #silverstone23 #f1*#*photoset

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visionofvoid · 1 year

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Homewrecker - MV1 Part Two

Summary: “max, can you tell me the truth, just this once?”

Warnings: angst, moody max, jealous max, jealous kelly lolz

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 1585

PART ONE PART THREE

Blake always enjoyed race weekends. If Kelly was busy with a shoot or meetings, Blake would look after Penelope for a couple of hours and the two would share pink and colourful snacks whilst watching the Formula One, whether it was practice, qualifying or the actual race. When Kelly had a free weekend and was choosing to visit Max and support him from the race itself, Blake would always come along for the ride. Sometimes it would just be the two girls childfree whilst Blake caught up with some of the friends she had made during her time as Kelly’s assistant or she would curate posts for Kelly on her social media. Though she did technically work for Kelly and knew her passwords to all her social media, her emails and some of financial info, it was never as if Kelly was her boss, they were just two friends enjoying life together.

So, it came as a shock when Blake sat across from Kelly at a cafe and gave her the sad news.

“I, I don’t understand. Do you need more money? I can give you more money. Did Penelope say something? Did my father say something?” Kelly questioned, making a spoon look elegant as she held it up, a little bit of cake sitting on it. Blake shook her head, smiling softly, thinking of reasons to give her friend and boss that didn’t involve her boyfriend.

“I enjoy working alongside you, of course I do. I just think it’s time I move on from being a PA. I’ve had a few job offers and you know, I think this partnership has run its course.” Kelly pondered for a moment. “Of course I am absolutely grateful for the opportunity you have given me, but this is officially my notice. I finish up just before Silverstone, so I have about three weeks left to find you a new PA.” Blake couldn’t maintain proper eye contact and instead resorted to lifting her hot chocolate to her lips.

“Job offers? From who?”

“Toto Wolff, at Mercedes. One of the PR advisors and I were talking at the last race and I just can’t stop thinking about it and it was a great offer.” Kelly’s eyebrows rose as she mentioned Max’s rival team but she remained stoic.

“If you want a job in Formula One I can get Max to get you one at Red Bull.” The offer was kind but the mention of Max made Blake tighten her shoulders. “But, it is a great opportunity. I’m sad to see you leave, and I know Penelope will miss you too.”

The following months had been hell, that much was true. Whilst Blake was flourishing with Toto and Mercedes, travelling the world and relishing in the Formula One world, Max watched as Kelly’s world was failing. That may be a bit dramatic but the new personal assistant that Kelly had hired was way too under-qualified for the job. Not only did they not connect well with children but they had misplaced their VIP passes that allowed them access into the green rooms.

It was stressful, and Max hated the fact that he missed Blake. He missed the bickering, he missed when she would bite back with insult after insult but made it sweet and funny that Kelly would laugh. He didn’t get to see Blake as often as he did when she still worked with Kelly and his world felt immensely different. He and Kelly hardly spoke unless it was at night off or one of them had a free day, but it was mostly due to the lack of experience on the new assistant behalf, or so he thought.

Kelly found herself always comparing her new assistant to Blake and would vent to Max about how much both herself and her daughter missed Blake. Though they ended on good terms, Blake’s new position as Toto Wolff’s assistant meant less time to catch up with Kelly when they were in the same city.

The 5th of September came around and it was time for the Dutch Grand Prix. Blake had finally settled into her new job as Toto Wolff’s assistant and she found herself getting along with everyone. She was the go to for advice for George and she enjoyed meditating with Lewis during her down time. The job wasn’t nearly as full on as Kelly’s, but she was busy a lot. Rather than watch a child or get a coffee that had fourteen steps, Blake just had to ensure that Toto’s meetings and schedule were all up to date, send emails and get the occasional coffee or lunch which was so much easier. She got paid to travel, paid to be friends with people in a sport she was beginning to love, life and breath and she finally felt as if she belonged. There was no expectation of having to dress a certain way like she did with Kelly, to feel like she fit in.

Blake walked alongside Toto, going over the timeline for the first half of the day and handing him printouts full of necessary information before her legs became caught in the arms of a certain small child. Blake looked down, beaming at Penelope who just looked up at her with a cheeky smile on her face. She quickly glanced back at Toto, an apologetic look upon her face to which he only shook his head with a faint smile.

“We don’t start for another hour and you’ve already done so much to ease my day. I’ll meet you there.” Blake nodded, grateful for her new friendly boss and bent down to hug the small growing girl.

“And where is your mother?” Blake wrapped her arms around Penelope and picked her up. The young girl was dressed in Red Bull Racing merchandise which looked funny in comparison to her Mercedes uniform.

“With Maxie! I was with Jenna but she was on her phone and I was bored. I missed you.” Blake started walking towards the Red Bull Racing back area where all drivers, team principles and other important people would be for the duration of the weekend when not at the pit. It wasn’t too far away from all the other teams so it took her no time. She showed her passes to security and walked right in. Red Bull colours were everywhere with Max and Sergio’s faces plastered on every free surface. She forgot how much Red Bull idolised their drivers. Back at Mercedes they were much more subtle, though still highlighting the importance of their two star drivers.

“So, is Jenna the new assistant? Is she nice?” Blake happily listened as Penelope walked about Jenna. She found that she didn’t like to play with Penelope a lot but fed her lots and lots of junk food when on one was watching. It was mildly concerning to Blake and she was about to say something then she rounded the corner, stumbling on a fight that was occurring between Max and Kelly.

“You need to hire her back. I’ll pay whatever she wants, Jenna is shit at her job!” Max seemed like he was trying to reason more than fight, but Blake knew that when there was some sort of confrontation that Kelly’s first instinct was to raise her voice and fight back.

“Why? You made her feel insignificant, we all saw that. Why would you want her near you? With Penelope and myself?” Kelly’s eyes were burning into Max’s and Blake felt like she was imposing. Penelope was oblivious to the fight, babbling on about what Blake had missed out on the past couple months. Of course the fight was extremely loud, just enough to hear from a few metres away, plus it was fairly hushed in the building.

“I never hated her! I-”

“You hate her, you don’t. I don’t understand. Why all the bickering, why all the stares across the room at her, why all the rolling of the eyes? I don’t understand. Make me understand. Max, can you tell me the truth, just this once?” Kelly had a tear fall down her cheek, Blake feeling immensely guilty for both eavesdropping and being the topic of the fight.

Max’s eyes faltered and he looked to the ground, hoping it could somehow swallow him up and he could avoid this conversation altogether. But this was reality, this was real life and everything was coming back to bite him in the ass.

“Max, Goddammit! Look at me. Look at me!” Kelly’s voice got louder, this time snapping Penelope out of her one-sided conversation in Blake's arms and looking around for the source of the voice. “Tell me the truth.”

“I don’t hate Blake. I never hated Blake.”

“You love her.” Blake was shocked, she even let out a gasp when Kelly said those words which seemed to make them both snap out of their heated fight. Max looked like a kicked puppy and Kelly’s face was bright red, fuelling with anger.

“Penelope, there you are.” A woman who Blake could only presume was Jenna rounded the corner, rushing for Penelope and snatching the young girl out of Blake’s arms before anyone could protest.

“You don’t mean that.” Blake filled in the silence, her full attention to Max. “Tell me you don’t mean that. Tell me and Kelly that you hate me, that you hate my guts. Please, tell us anything that isn’t you loving me. You can’t love me, Max, you need to hate me.”

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aiza-luna · 4 months

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Fanart List by a Shy Mermaid?

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SO, I have a small list to all the OCs I want to draw/ honor bc ever since I joined the Syndicate Fandom (for real), many artists and writters have inspired me to create and develop my own OC (Solange Cotoner) along with her ship with Jacob. It may sound silly, and even a bit stupid, since I don't know many of you guys, but I feel really grateful to follow your work and see your passion with that (sort of) circus that is Syndicate and our chaotic victorian twins 🥹.

So... The OCs mentioned and their respective creators:

Amelia Silverstone by @corvus-the-trickster (Currently in W.I.P Stage)

Celine Rose Kenway by https://www.instagram.com/__we.are.assassins__?igsh=ODRwZzMzYWRmdDhm

Dorothea Marianne Starrick by @nemo-of-house-hamartia / @nemo-in-wonderland

Eden by @thefangirlthatwaited

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Boone by @onewhoturns

Elizabeth W. Hulbert by @lydiafrye

Gwendolyn Emily Mortimer by @mattness

Helena Cutler by https://www.deviantart.com/azulann/art/Assassins-Creed-Syndicate-Helena-585088486

Kora Hart by https://www.deviantart.com/misspr0npieartz/art/Kora-Hart-AS-S-OC-811944940

Madeline Shrike by @maddieautobot273

Magnolia Benson by @thatcrazycrowgirl (Still on W.I.P Stage)

Mattie by @mazikomo

Rebekah by @b3k1720

Victoria Reid by https://www.instagram.com/syntia_blackbird?igsh=a3BrMDVsdTlibnhp

Sarah Caellum by @its-sarah-bridget

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Again, I'm so sorry for tagging all of you on this, but I really wanted to do a gesture to the people that inspired me, even if they had no idea... And sorry for my over enthusiasm, I don't mean to scare you all or smth. 🥹🥲

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(PS: I'm waiting for @navis18 to introduce her girl so I can add her to the list of cool OCs I wanna draw🧜🏽‍♀️🫵🏽)

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lewislvr · 1 year

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SEROTONIN CONFESSIONS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: Carlos Sainz x y/n

summary: after Carlos’s maiden win, he finally built up the courage to confess his feelings

warning: english isn't my first language (grammar, vocabulary or text issues might appear) | fluff

"You're falling hard, I push away, I'm feelin' hot to the touch

You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much

But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a lush

Your love, your love, my love"

It wasn't only fear, but more adrenaline pumping through my veins as the cars brushed past us for the 45 time by now. Carlos who had started in pole position had to put up a hard fight with Perez, who was always on hot on his heels. As I was Carlos's assistant I was watching the race from the side of the track cheering with the Ferrari fans who kept on shouting the same.

"Forza Ferrari"

It was slowly beginning to echo through my head, almost like the constant repetition burned it onto my mind.

The first red car shot over the finish line and through the radio of his engineer, I heard his shaky voice.

"WE MADE IT", a deep sob escaped Carlos's throat.

The maiden win of the Spaniard caused the crowd to break their contentment free. From behind I got pulled into the group hug, that had formed only seconds ago.

From the car, his shaking figure rose standing tall on it.

Carlos's helmet was quickly found on the floor as he ran over to the team in red.

He took a last step before he got engulfed by his team, support, and fans.

"Thank you, everyone", Carlos smile was wide and his eyes glossy, as we all took a step back.

Before I would leave to organize the upcoming festivities for the winner, I decided to congratulate him personally again.

"Good job, Carlos", Rarely I called him by his first name, as our relationship was purely professional. The Spaniard seemed to notice the informal way I used it. It became evident when his already cherry-red cheeks darkened.

Instead of thanking me, I was caught off guard by him pulling me into a hug.

The first thing I seemed to notice was the smell of gasoline and burned rubber that almost drowned out the usual smell of aftershave and perfume.

"Thank you for your support", I felt his plump lips ghosting over the shell of my ear and his breath trickling across my neck.

My head only nodded softly, as I swallowed hard.

Quickly I hurried to my small office-like space shutting the door and gliding down on it with my back.

Even after taking deep breaths, my cheeks were still hot and my heart was continuously pounding at a rapid pace.

Something changed after the race. Unsure whether it was the way he whispered into my ear or how his eyes softened when I showed my appreciation for his win, I knew something was off. It was like a switch was flicked when the serotonin overtook his senses.

Desperately I tried to calm my ragged breath, sweaty fingers circling my temples.

I tried to hide it for months, the way my heart fluttered in his presence, my hands got shaky at every touch and the undeniable jealousy seeing Carlos around the company that would come and go once in a while.

Knowing the podium celebrations would start I hurried outside. In the cold air of England, it was a special occasion to enjoy the generous amount of sun that was beaming onto my face.

With my hand shielding my eyes from the sun, I looked up at the 3 men that were all standing proud on the podium.

Carlos's hair was still a sweat-drenched mess that made him look astonishing in the yellow sunlight.

A sly smirk laced his lips as he discovered me in the crowd. It could be the distance between us that made me believe that the Spaniard even shot me a small wink.

Quitley, I heard the spanish anthem play, before Carlos held up the heavy golden throphy, that was rewarded to the winner of the Silverstone Grand Prix.

Whilst my stomach began to fill with butterflies I walked back into the building. The distance gave me the chance to think about whatever had changed in his simple actions, that made my head spin.

"Why did you leave so early?", the hallway echoed with his silky voice bouncing off the walls.

I turned arund to see him drenched in champagne and his racing suit hanging loosely around his hips. Carlos's biceps twitched as he leaned against the wall crossing his arms over his chest, observing the way my mouth twitched.

"I could ask you why you are in here instead of giving interviews and celebrating?", I teased, avoiding answering his question or even looking into his eyes.

"I told them I need to get cleaned up first. But what about my question?"

Indistinctly a few words brushed past my lips, which only seemed to make the Spaniard more invested in my sudden disappearance.

"I was-" suddenly I was empty-headed "-packing up.", internally I slapped myself for the dumb excuse I had just made up.

A smile danced over his lips, as he shook his head knowingly.

"If you don't tell me, then I have something to tell.", Carlos's eyes were glistening in the artificial light.

"I love you. Since you walked into the paddock with your hair put up, in that gorgeous dress I adored you and I remember falling for you when I saw you at that sponsorship event in the red dress you were wearing, looking as beautiful as ever. Your bright eyes shining and your hair flowing down your shoulders. I needed time to understand, but I needed to tell you now, today.", There wasn't a hint of anxiety or fear displayed on his face. Carlos presented his confession with confidence. The confidence I was drawn to since day one.

"I understand if you need time or want to quit-", Whilst salty tears left my eyes, Carlos gave me an apologetic look.

"No, Carlos. I love you too.", With a smile on my lips I ran over to him swinging my arms around his neck. Champagne was sticking to my face and blouse, as well as his fireproofs and hair, attaching us. He lifted me off the ground hands around my waist, as my hands cupped his rosy cheeks and I smashed our lips together.

A kiss that tasted like champagne, tears, and maybe even pain, thinking about my future in F1.

"I love you so much."

#ferrari #carlos sainz #f1 imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 #first story #wattpad #Spotify

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