#sergio perez x oc

[agendabymooner]

DIRECTORY: F1 Drivers x Filipino OFCs by AGENDABYMOONER (UPDATED)

AHHH !!! Apparently I made too much Filo OCs (there’s never too much but for some it maybe a lot?). So why not make a little character directory based on the Formula One drivers I’ve written about?

(I am not Filipino baiting I promise 🥲 I make a lot of Filipino OCs because I too am a Filipino)

This is done alphabetically btw. By surnames :) enjoy xx

CHARLES LECLERC (CL16)

LOUELLA LOURDES VILLAR: A Filipino celebrity who met Charles when she moved to Monaco to pursue her masters. Arthur, Charles' brother, calls the two of them "homie hoppers."

"slut", smau: charles' ex trashed his new girlfriend a while ago, but too bad he wasn't really into the thought of making music with anyone but lou villar.

PATO O'WARD (PO29)

DIWA J. ARELLANO: McLaren F1 team's admin who works to constantly slander and support Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris. Also a bit besotted.

caught 'em lacking, smau: diwa arellano is mclaren f1's social media admin. so what if her constant teasing of oscar bites her in the ass and accidentally posts something that could potentially compromise her job? meanwhile, lando and oscar laugh at her demise while pato finds it endearing.

SERGIO PEREZ (SP11)

CARMELLA AYALA PEREZ: Checo’s Miss Universe wife who represented the Philippines!

she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

TALA MORAN: Daniel Ricciardo's partner that he accidentally exposed as his to the public.

leaked, smau: daniel ricciardo is a borderline blabbermouth.

OSCAR PIASTRI (OP81)

PALOMA SAN PEDRO: Oscar was a victim of Jollibee obsession introduction because he’s so in love with her. She’s also Carlos Sainz’s cousin-in-law.

jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.

live tweets, japan and all that romance fiasco, smau: how oscar's podium win in the japanese gp led to the revelation of his relationship with carlos sainz's in-law, paloma. lesson learned: just call her "pal" then she'll spill the tea for the both of you easily (f, h)

lucky charms, qatar and all that romance fiasco, smau: oscar is quite a forgetful guy, he forgot to mention to carlos, his future in-law, that paloma was his sprint lucky charm. (f)

long distance, england and all that romance fiasco, smau: paloma moved to england a year after enduring a long distance relationship with oscar.

CARLOS SAINZ (CS55)

MAGDALENA SAN PEDRO SAINZ: Married to a Ferrari driver. A bit unhinged and as equally millennial as Carlos. Apparently her marriage with him calls for reparations lol.

ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)

dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated), fic: no matter what cultural context and backstories, magda and carlos' souls were entwined into one all thanks to the languages of love that they shared. OR times when the spanish and filipino defined their love in many languages. (f) ♡

MICK SCHUMACHER (MS47)

BARBIE BLANCO: Sebastian Vettel’s adoptive daughter that Mick practically grew up with.

she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)

"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)

who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try. (feat. arthur leclerc)

kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie. ♡

the vibing allan and the reluctant ken, smau: for mick, there are only two words to describe his girlfriend's best friend arthur: a headache. OR arthur leclerc is a third wheel that mick always get on a fight with. thankfully, barbie had fair experiences with boys who are petulant and childish at times (kimi and seb)

extra - barbie and the schuminis

mick multiplied, socmed snapshot: girl dad!mick that's all

the little schuminis, fic: 4 times when mick showed his devotion + 1 time his devotion paid off

YUKI TSUNODA (YT22)

PIA ELLIS: An indie singer who also happens to be Yuki’s much shorter girlfriend.

line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.

chaos family, socmed snapshot: yuki is a dad to the little mini yukis known as hana and shin.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL (SV5)

BEL VETTEL: A socialite from Philippines who’s married to the kindest human to have ever existed. Also a mother to Seb’s kids (including Barbie Blanco).

crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)

sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)

sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)

sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)

sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)

sweetest spoiled sons, smau: sebastian was a father to not only two- but THREE kids. OR stefan vettel is the newest addition in the vettel household after years of trying and it's safe to say that everyone welcomed this news with open arms. (f)

crazy rich and famous, smau: the vettel couple stepped up to address the scrutiny that their children faced OR sebastian activated his instagram account just so he could show his masterpiece: photographs that he took of his wife for their anniversary.

seb's best girl, scenarios (x daughter!ofc)

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself. 

one, enter barbie: fifteen-year-old barbie blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

two, meeting mick in malaysia: barbie was brought to her first race ever and had met her newest best friends there. it was obvious that she and mick schumacher would get stuck to the hips after their first meeting.

[faithshouseofchaos]

Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for Vamoire!Checo with this prompts, hope it's not a bother 🤍

Skittles -"My little slut to ruin."

Tootsie rolls -"shhh I got you sweet heart just lie back and let me take care of you"

Jaw breakers "you like this don't you baby? The feeling of my fangs brushing against your neck."

Airheads— "aww look at you turning into the dumb slut I know you are at the sight of my cock"

Vanilla flavored ice cream -angry sex in the middle of a fight

“You’re not going anywhere” Vampire!Checo Perez x fem!reader

Word count — 4.6k

Warnings— checo stalks and kidnaps the reader, smut (p in v), oral fem receiving, fingering fem receiving, reader gets called a slut, a little bit of praise and a little bit of degrading, possessive checo.

Tagging— @selfishpresley @barcelonaloverf1life @isurvived3-11andimproud @octavikravecell218 @afriques

You first crossed paths with Checo during a thrilling Grand Prix weekend, a time filled with the roar of engines and the excitement of speed. You and your friend had managed to score some coveted passes into the Red Bull garage, where the atmosphere buzzed with adrenaline and anticipation.

As you explored the garage, surrounded by cars and the scent of motor oil, Checo caught sight of you. At that moment, he was struck by a feeling he couldn’t quite articulate—a mix of awe and infatuation. He later joked that he saw an angel amidst the chaos of the track, and if his heart had any ability to skip a beat, it surely would have.

Compelled by this unexpected connection, Checo did what he thought best: he pursued you, albeit in a charmingly awkward way, often finding reasons to be near. For months, he kept this light-hearted stalking up, trying to catch your eye during races and meet-ups, hoping to summon the courage to introduce himself. The days turned into weeks, filled with unexpected glances and half-hearted attempts to approach, all while he dreamed of a moment where he could finally talk to you in person.

However, time seemed to work against him, and life continued on its relentless course. Fate intervened when he discovered you were getting married to another man. The news hit him like a punch in the gut, stirring up a fierce determination within him. As the big day approached, Checo's mind churned with possessive thoughts and an uncontrollable desire to claim you as his own.

He had to take action as your wedding date drew nearer. One evening, under the cover of night, he snuck into your home like a silent shadow, his senses attuned to every creak in the floorboards. He found you resting in your bed, completely unaware of his presence as you lay there, vulnerable and unsuspecting.

He hovered over you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath, a mixture of protectiveness and lust coursing through him.

He reached down, gently caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, his touch almost like a whisper. He marveled at your serene beauty, unable to resist the urge to be even closer. With a swift yet controlled motion, he leaned in and scooped you up into his arms, holding you against his chest with a possessiveness that only grew stronger.

You stirred slightly in his arms, awakening slowly, your awareness taking in the unfamiliar surroundings and the strong arms wrapped around you. As your eyes opened, a shiver ran down your spine, a mixture of fear and confusion clouding your thoughts. He saw the shock in your eyes and tightened his grip, his voice a velvety murmur in the darkness.

"Shhh, cariño, you’re safe with me."

He carried you out of your bedroom, silently making his way to the waiting car outside. The night air was cool against your skin as he gently laid you down in the backseat, his eyes never leaving yours. He slid into the driver's seat and started the car, the engine purring to life.

As he steered the vehicle through the deserted streets, he reached out and ran his fingers through your hair, a possessive gesture that betrayed his desires.

“I can’t let you marry him," he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “You belong to me, cariño. You’ve always been mine.”

His words hung heavy in the air, and the car's silence amplified the intensity of the moment. His possessive declaration held a hint of obsession, a need that had been burning within him since he first laid eyes on you.

He continued driving, his eyes occasionally flickering to you in the rearview mirror. He wanted to keep you close, to make sure you were safe and most importantly, under his control.

Hours passed, and the sun began to peek over the horizon as the car finally came to a halt in front of a secluded cabin hidden deep within the woods. He got out of the car and opened the back door, lifting you out with an almost tender possessiveness.

He carried you up the porch steps and into the cabin, the morning light filtering through the windows and bathing the room in a soft glow. The interior of the cabin was cozy, with an air of wilderness sophistication. He gently placed you on the couch, his hands lingering for a moment before he stepped back, his eyes never leaving your face.

You looked around the cabin, your mind racing with questions and fear. The reality of your situation sank in, and the realization of being in the hands of a man who claimed possession over you gnawed at your sense of safety. Chico leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on you, his jaw clenched with a mixture of possessiveness and a hint of vulnerability.

“You’re not going back," he finally said, his voice firm but with an undertone of tenderness. “You’re staying here, with me.”

“Why are you doing this?” The tremor in your voice betrayed the anxiety churning within you, but it was the look in your eyes that truly revealed your fear. They widened in disbelief, and your body shook slightly, an involuntary response to the tension in the air.

He stepped closer, a confident smirk playing on his lips. “I already told you,” he said in a low, almost menacing tone, “when I want something, I will stop at nothing to get it.” He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle between you. “And what I want... is you.”

His gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering, sending an icy shiver down your spine as the gravity of the situation hung palpably in the air.

He circled the room, his steps almost predatory, his movements laced with a dark possessiveness. He came to a stop behind the couch, his hands resting on the back of it, his body leaning over you.

"You’re mine," he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I’ve watched you, studied you, longed for you. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being with anyone else."

His eyes darkened as he stared down at you, the possession in his gaze almost tangible.

He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your skin, and gently lifted your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You belong to me now," he murmured, his words possessive and absolute.

"And I won’t let you go."

He stood up straight again, a satisfied look of determination on his face. He walked over to a nearby table and poured himself a glass of whiskey, the liquid swirling in the glass as he thought. He looked at you for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought.

"You must be thirsty," he said, his voice slightly more casual as he picked up a second glass and poured some water into it. He crossed the room and sat down next to you on the couch, offering you the water. You hesitantly accepted the water, your hand shaking as you held the cold glass. The liquid felt soothing on your dry throat, but the situation was anything but comforting. His presence, so close and intense, was almost overwhelming.

He noticed the way your hand trembled. His expression softened just slightly, and he gently placed his hand over yours, steadying the glass. "Calm down, cariño. I’m not going to hurt you."

He continued to hold your hand, his touch firm and reassuring. "I just need you to understand something,” he began, his voice a low murmur. “I’m serious when I say I won’t let you go. I can’t let you marry some other man when you were meant to be with me."

He leaned closer, his face just inches from yours, his breath warm on your cheek. His eyes darkened, his gaze fixated on yours. "You’re mine," he repeated, his voice a whisper filled with determination. "You’ve always been mine. I was just waiting for the right time to claim you."

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft yet possessive. "I’ve watched you, longed for you, craved you for months," he confessed, his voice still low and quiet. "And when I found out you were getting married, it was the catalyst I needed to finally act."

He paused, letting his words sink in before his gaze hardened again. “And now, you’re here, with me, where you belong. I’ve waited for this moment forever, to have you in my possession, to make you mine in every way possible.”

—-

“Let me go!” you shouted, straining against Checo's iron grip that enveloped your wrist. His hold was firm but not painfully tight, though you could feel the faint sting beginning to develop, hinting at the light bruise that would likely mark your skin later. It had been several weeks since Checo had taken you against your will, whisking you away to a secluded cabin deep in the woods, far removed from the bustle of civilization. The isolation of the cabin made every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the leaves outside sound magnified in the eerie silence. In those weeks, you had discovered a shocking truth: Checo was not merely human but a vampire, an ancient creature of the night, with a presence that both fascinated and terrified you.

Checo's eyes darkened at your desperate plea, a flicker of irritation passing over his features. He quickly composed himself, tightening his grip on your wrist and pulling you closer.

He leaned down, his face only inches from yours, his breath cool against your skin. "And why would I do that, mi preciosa?" he asked, his voice a low, possessive murmur.

"You belong to me now," he continued, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. "You're mine to keep, mine to protect, mine to savor."

He lifted his head, his eyes boring into yours, their depth and intensity almost hypnotic. He shifted slightly, his body pressing you against the wall, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just above yours, a taunting distance that left you both frustrated and craving more.

"It's pointless to resist," he murmured his voice, a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're here now, stuck with me, under my control. And I have no intention of ever letting you go."

He slowly released one of your wrists, his hand trailing down your arm to your shoulder, then to your face. He caressed your cheek gently, his touch a strange mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. His eyes, darkened with desire, searched yours as he ran his thumb along your lower lip. "I want you," he said, his voice hoarse with need. "I need you, cariño. And I won’t stop until I’ve completely claimed you as mine."

He leaned down, his body pressed against yours, his lips just millimeters from your own. He could feel the quickening of your breath, the racing of your heart, the mixture of fear and desire that seemed to consume you. He slowly closed the distance, his lips gently brushing against yours. The touch was soft, tentative at first, but then he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance, his body pressing even closer to you.

He released your other wrist, his hand moving to your waist, holding you firmly in place. He kissed you hungrily, his hunger and desire pouring into the kiss, consuming your thoughts and making it nearly impossible to think straight.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in quick bursts, as he rested his forehead against yours. "You feel it, don’t you?" he whispered huskily, his voice a mix of triumph and desire. "The pull between us, the way our bodies respond to each other. We’re meant to be together, cariño."

He stepped back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. His gaze darted down to the collar of your shirt, where he tugged at the fabric, his fingers brushing against your bare skin. "I want to taste you," he said lowly, his voice taking on a rougher edge. "I want to taste every inch of you, claim you in the most primal way possible."

He leaned in again, his fangs brushing against the pulse point on your neck making it jump and your buck let out an involuntary moan. You like this don't you baby? The feeling of my fangs brushing against your neck." Checo says. Your skin tingles under his touch, and an involuntary shiver runs down your spine. His words, spoken in a low, almost sultry tone, send a thrill through you. You can't deny the mixture of fear and desire that courses through your veins, but the way your body responds to his touch betrays your growing need for him.

You swallow hard, unable to find your voice. You're trapped between the wall and his firm body, his words and his touch creating a storm of sensations inside you.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, his fangs grazing your pulse point once more. "Answer me," he demands, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Do you like the way I make you feel? With my fangs against your neck, threatening to pierce your skin, making you feel so vulnerable and alive."

His lips brush against your skin, a mere hint of a touch, but it's enough to send a wave of heat coursing through you. You can feel his body pressed against yours, the pressure and heat intoxicating, making it difficult to form a coherent thought, let alone a response. "You're mine," he repeats, as he slowly trails kisses along your jawline, his movements deliberate and possessive. "And I want to hear you say it. Tell me you're mine, and only mine."

You struggle to find your voice, your mind clouded with sensation, your body responding to his touch in betraying ways. Finally, you manage to find the words, your voice coming out as a breathless whisper. "I’m yours, and only yours."

"Good girl," he praises, his voice a deep, satisfied rumble. "Those are the words I want to hear.

He continues to kiss along your neck, his teeth occasionally grazing your skin, the threat of his fangs ever present, a constant reminder of his power and your submission to him.

You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer, his hands splaying across your back, his touch firm and possessive. His head tilts and his lips find yours in a searing kiss, his tongue parting your lips to delve inside.

The kiss is hungry and unyielding, a dominant display of possession and claiming. His hands roam your body, exploring every contour and curve with an almost primal need. One hand grips your waist, pulling you against him, while the other moves to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he devours your mouth.

You can feel his hard length against your abdomen, a clear testament to his desire. His breath hitches as his hand slides down to your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist, bringing you even closer. The new angle allows you to feel the full heat and hardness of his arousal.

His lips move to your ear, his breath coming in short, labored puffs. "You feel what you do to me, cariño?" he whispers, his voice a low, needy rumble. "How badly I need you, how much I want you."

Checo wrapped his strong arms around your leg, effortlessly lifting it to rest around his waist. You could feel the warmth radiating from him as he bypassed the living room and headed straight for the bedroom. In one swift motion, he playfully tossed you onto the bed, the soft mattress welcoming you as you sank into it, your heart racing with excitement. The sudden shift from the lively atmosphere to the intimate space heightened the anticipation, and you couldn't help but smile at the playful turn of events.

He didn’t give you a moment to catch your breath before he was on top of you, his body pressing down on yours, his arms caging you in, his knees on either side of your hips.

He looked down at you with a sly smile, his eyes dark and intense. "Now that I have you where I want you, what should I do with you, cariño?" he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

His index finger traced along your face and jaw and then down your neck to your chest. His touch set your skin on fire, sending sparks of electricity shooting through you. You shivered slightly, his feather-light touch sending goosebumps rippling across your flesh. His finger continued its journey down your chest, tracing a path along the curves and valleys of your body until it reached the collar of your shirt before ripping the fabric in half revealing your chest.

He chuckled softly, his eyes drinking at the sight of your exposed skin. "Much better," he murmured, his fingers gently tracing the edge of your bra. "I prefer you like this, vulnerable and open for me."

His words sent a wave of heat crashing over you. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a whimper as his hands slowly slid down your sides, his touch gentle yet firm. He unhooked your bra with expert ease, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Look at me, mi vida,"

You lifted your eyes to meet his, the heat in his gaze making your heart race. "Yes?" you said, your voice coming out in a breathy whisper, betraying your arousal. Checo's grin grew wider as he discarded your bra, letting it fall to the ground. He reached out and gently cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and husky.

You shivered at his touch, your body responding instantly to his touch. "What have you been thinking about?" you asked, your voice a breathless whisper, your mind already starting to swim with desire.

"How beautiful you look right now. And how I want to hear you moan my name." His hands continued to explore your body, his touch firm yet gentle.

You couldn’t help but moan at his touch, his words fanning the flames of your desire. "Checo," you breathed, the sound of his name on your lips sending a shiver down your spine. "Please...I need more."

He chuckled softly at your plea, his eyes dark with desire. "Such an impatient thing," he said, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "But I suppose I can give you what you want, cariño. I got your sweetheart just lie back and let me take care of you"

As you lay back, Checo's hands went to work. He unbuttoned your jeans, his knuckles brushing against your skin. He tugged them downwards, taking your underwear with them. He marveled at the sight before him, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of your body.

"Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He ran his hands up along your legs, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He settled between your legs, his body pressed against yours, his weight pinning you to the mattress.

Checo leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, his breath warm against your skin. He looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire. "I'm going to eat you out until you can't remember your name, mi vida," he promised, his voice low and husky.

Your breath hitched at his words, your body thrumming with anticipation. "Please," you gasped, your voice a broken whisper. "I need you, Checo. I need you now." Checo didn't say a word, he just dove in, his mouth latching onto your pussy, his tongue delving inside you, licking and sucking your clit. He ate you out like a starving man, his hands holding your thighs open wide as he devoured you.

A low, guttural moan escaped your lips, your body arching into his. "Mmmm," he hummed against you, the vibration of his voice causing you to shudder. Checo's tongue then flattened against you, lapping at you like a cat drinking milk. "Look at you, always trying to run from me. But you know what?"

You gasped as he continued to pleasure you, your mind swirling with pleasure. "W-what?" you managed to ask between ragged breaths. "You can never run from me, mi vida," he said, his voice muffled against your pussy. "Because no matter where you go, I'll always find you. And when I do, I'm going to eat this sweet little pussy until you can't walk straight."

Your body trembled at his words, your legs quivering around his head. "God, Checo," you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Checo growled against your clit, the sound vibrating through your body. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly. At the same time, he pushed two fingers deep inside your tight heat, curling them to stroke your G-spot.

You gasped and arched your back, your hips bucking against his mouth. "Checo!" you cried out, your hands clutching tightly at the sheets. "

"That's it, mi amor," he urged, his fingers pistoning in and out of you as his mouth continued its assault on your body. "Scream my name."

"Checo," you cried out, your body trembling with pleasure. "Oh god, Checo!"

Your hands in his hair, your body arching into his touch, your mind consumed with pleasure. Checo doubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers pumped faster and harder. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around his digits, knowing you were close. He sucked your clit hard, wanting to feel you come undone. "Come for me, mi vida,"

Checo savored the way you tightened around his fingers as you convulsed with pleasure. He continued to lap at your center, drawing out your release until you were writhing and begging him to stop. He slowly lifted his head, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

While you lay there on the bed catching your checo stripped off his clothes his hard aching leaky cock stood up and he gave it a few good strokes. "You look so peaceful, mi amor," he whispered, crawling onto the bed beside you. "But we're not done yet." He leaned down and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "I need to be inside you, now."

Propping yourself up on your elbows you take in checks from. The sight of his cock made you lick your lips. “aww look at you turning into the dumb slut I know you are at the sight of my cock"

"Oh, I'm just getting started on turning you into my little dumb slut, mi vida." Checo chuckled, positioning himself at your entrance. He nudged your still quivering center with his head, coating himself in your juices.

“Checo please” you pleaded.

"Please what, mi amor?" he taunted, slowly pushing into you inch by inch, his face contorting with pleasure. "Ask me to stretch this tight little hole. Beg for it."

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do but please just— just fuck me,” you begged.

"Mmm, such a good girl," he purred, finally burying himself to the hilt inside you. He stayed still for a moment, savoring your tight heat. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be filled up by my big, hard cock.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, not even paying attention to what the vampire was saying. All you knew was that the feel of his body on yours and the way his cock stretched you out felt way too good.

Checo smirked at your vacant expression, knowing that he had you exactly where he wanted you. He slowly withdrew, only to thrust back inside you, hard. "Look at me, mi vida," he commanded, his pace quickening.

“You are my slut to ruin and no one else’s. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

"Y-Yes... Only yours..." you whimpered, your fingers digging into his back as he slowly picked up the pace. "Please, Checo... Harder... Please..."

"Anything for you, cariño," he murmured against your skin, his voice a low, sultry rumble. He shifted his position, his hips pressing against yours as he thrust into you with increased force and speed. He wrapped your legs around his waist

Checo groaned as he felt your legs tighten around him, pulling him impossibly deeper. "That's it, mi amor. Take every inch of my cock like the perfect little slut you are."

Your heart raced violently in your chest, each beat echoing like a relentless drum, while beads of sweat trickled down your brow, stinging your eyes. A tremor traveled through your body, overwhelming you as Chec surged deeply into you, filling every inch with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The heat of the moment wrapped around you, igniting a whirlwind of emotions that left you breathless and exposed.

"You're so close, aren't you, mi vida?" Checo hissed, his eyes locked onto yours as he continued to pound into you. "Come for me. Now." He growled

the last word, his voice dripping with dominance.

"Not... till... you do..." you gasped, meeting his intense gaze, your nails digging into his back. Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. The heat between your bodies was intense, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

"You drive me... crazy..." Checo groaned, his voice hoarse with passion. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He could feel your heart racing against his chest, your breaths coming in short gasps.

Checo's eyes darkened with lust as he felt your nails raking down his back, urging him closer. He thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight heat. "Dios mío," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You feel incredible..."

You writhed beneath him, your body arching and writhing in pleasure. "Checo," you gasped, your hands digging into his shoulders. "Oh god, I can't...I can't take much more."

"Then come for me, mi amor," Checo growled, his voice low and commanding. His rhythm became more insistent, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. He leaned down to capture your mouth, muffling your cries as the waves of pleasure washed over you. "That's it, baby,"

You cried out against his lips, your body shaking with pleasure. "Checo, I'm...I'm coming!" you gasped, your body shuddering against his.

"Say my name again," Checo demanded, his voice tight as he felt your inner walls tightening around him. His release was close, and he wanted to hear you say his name as he found his peak. "Say it, now." His voice was hoarse, his breath hot against your ear.

"Checo," you panted, your voice shaky and breathless. "Oh god, Checo!" Your body shuddering, your nails digging into his skin. He groaned, his hips stuttering and he buried himself deep inside you.

"Fuck," he whispered huskily, his breath coming in shuddering gasps. "Mi Vida," he murmured, his voice barely more than a gasp. He buried His head in the crook of your neck as he sunk his fangs into your neck.

The feeling of his fangs was a mixture of both pain and pleasure that had you gasping and arching up against him. His body trembling against you with one last thrust he released inside of you riding out both of your highs.

"You're mine," he whispered, removing his fangs from your neck, his fierceness and possessiveness. "Mine, forever. You're not going anywhere, mi amor."

[selfishpresley]

Cuando Calienta El Sol/Hentai/Desafió

Her bite reflex got worse when he looked so good. And Judith knew that he loved it when she lost control and just started biting. 

But she couldn’t do it now, she had to give him a massage for working so hard. Pushing himself to get on that podium and place a hand over his heart for her. 

Sergio’s usually tanned skin getting darker with the sun. Her hands were massaging some luxurious and amazing smelling sunscreen lotion. All over his arms. Then shoulder. Then abs. Then his chest. 

She squeezed his pecs and saw him raising a brow behind his sunglasses.

“Amorcito,” She started, hands moving by themselves as she ran her hands over the waxed skin and growing muscles. Her mouth watered. “Te voy a comer vivo. Te vez–” She shook her head in wonder. (Little love, I’m going to eat you alive. You look–)

He smiled his little shy smile. Embarrassed. “Ya estoy viejo.” (I’m old now.)

She rolled her eyes, her sweet man. “Pues yo también.” (Well, me too.)

“No, pero– Mirame.” He gestured to his body. (No, well– Look at me.)

All she saw, she wanted to bite and mark. If she brought her knife, he could be at her mercy. “Estas super sabroso. Te la quiero mamar.” She didn’t know which part of him she wanted to suck. Judith was in the mood to give him the sloppiest– (You’re super delicious. I want to suck on it.)

“Judit.” he looked around at the private beach. Red faced that made her worry that she needed to put some sunscreen on his cheeks again.

“Just the tip.” It was soo freeing being his cockslut out in the open. Knowing that she was the only person to taste him and touch him like this. 

The flush reached his chest, as under her butt, she felt him harden at the thought despite his disapproving frown.

“No querias cogerme aqui.” She tried not to pout. He hadn’t wanted to fuck her for the past couple of weeks. Being too tired from his sims and work. She understood and tried not to let it get to her. There were moments in their relationship where they cuddled and went to sleep. But now she was horny and riled up after he whined to her about not wanting to put on sunscreen. Laying there, being all sexy as she hovered over his lap and gave him a much needed massage. (You didn’t want to fuck me here.)

She loved this man. Loved him so much, and desired him. Wanted to consume him. Eat him up. Bones and all. She would be trying to burrow her way into his chest. Sleeping like a tinkerbell in his chest cavity. 

If she had a dick, she would be trying to get him pregnant at all moments. Now, he looked a bit unsure. “What’s wrong?”

“Me senti,” His downturned eyes turned sad. “No me sentí muy bien. Me estoy envejeciendo.” He shrugged, trying to shrug it off. (I felt, I didn’t feel too good. I’m aging.)

Her possessiveness had to be put to the side for this. “Sergio Michel,” God there weren’t many times that she cried but tears wanted to burst from her eyes. “Eres el hombre más guapo con quien yo he estado.” (You’re the handsomest man that I've ever been with.)

“Soy el único hombre.” He interrupted. (I’m the only man.)

“And for good reason.” She could have her pick of the assholes at the agency. The sharp suits, the senator’s sons. Prospective precedents. Millionaires. Billionaires that still had hair. “Out of all of the guys that wanted, I wanted the Mexican man with thick fingers and thick co–”

“Judit.” 

“Eres el mas guapo. Eres Tom Cruise sin la religion loca.” She thought about that. “Con una religión menos loca.” (you’re the most handsomest. You’re Tom Cruise without the crazy religion. With a less crazy religion.)

He laughed at that.

“Tienes– ¿Que? ¿Treinta tres?” People were talking about her retiring, back home. “Estás en la mejor etapa de tu vida. ‘Sos un adulto’.”(You have– What? Thirty three? You’re in the best stage of your life. ‘You are an adult.’)

“No me hables como Javi.” He groaned and covered his face with his large hands. Thick fingers, indeed. (Don’t talk to me like Javi.)

She pulled a hand so he would look at her again. “Eres un hombre, te sientes viejo porque no tienes veinte años. Pero te faltan muchos para que alguien te mire y diga que ya estas muy viejo.” (You’re a man, you feel old because you’re not twenty. But a lot of years are left until someone looks at you and says that you’re too old.)

The only wrinkles on his were on his balls and around his eyes. Crows feet from smiling. Judith didn’t tell him that. He knew how obsessed she was with every inch of him.

“A veces me siento como una pervertida, quererte tanto. Ser tan posesivo contigo. Porque sé que si posteas esas fotos de nuestras vacaciones, la gente se volverá loca.” (Sometimes I feel like a pervert, wanting you so much. Being so possessive of you. Because I know if you post the pictures of our vacations, the people would go crazy.)

He shook his head like what she was saying was ridiculous.

“Es la verdad. ¿Por qué crees que me enloco por estar tan cercas de ti siempre? ¡Alguien te va robar!” (It 's true. Why do you think that i get crazy to be near you all the time? Someone is going to steal you!)

“Estas loca.” He laughed. In a better mood now. Calmer. He exhaled and released some tension. “Me senti, no se–” (you’re crazy. I felt, I don’t know–)

Cont. in AO3

[lilghostiequinni]

Times & Turns

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: F1 Champion!female oc (Valentina;Val) x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, Established relationship, previously mentioned Pregnancy, Engagment

Summary: She's the first female driver in F1 to race in a whole season, and she's the first to win more than a handful of race, let alone the World Champion, she's done it once, at the beginning of Red Bull dominance, can she do it again as it's dominance diminishes?

Requested: NO / yes

In 2018, history was made when Valentina Norr signed for a full season as a Red Bull driver rather than a extended contract of a reserve driver for McLaren or Mercedes.

It was in 2020, when she made history again, when she became the first woman to win the World Championship, having taken Lewis Hamilton on for most of the season to win the championship and won by a mere 3 points.

It was speculated for months that after her win she would move to Mercedes then it was Ferrari, then McLaren. Also being speculated that after a mere two years of racing full time she was going to retire as it was only a 2-year contract with Red Bull.

But in the end it was announced for a contract extension to the 2022 season, a 2-year extension.

Then in 2022, there were more speculations of her moving from Red Bull to McLaren to be teammates rather than rivals with her boyfriend of six years Lando Norris.

Having met at McLaren in late 2016 and later in October 2017 starting to date.

But again stayed in Red Bull with both her and Max being announced to stay until the end of the 2028 season, a 6-year extension.

But it was just before the start of the 2023 season that it was announced that Sergio Perez would be taking the place of Valentina Norr as she would be unable to compete in the 2023 season.

During the season it was speculated many times as to why she was missing the entire season as no injury could make her stay out that long.

It wasn't until the 7th race of the season that she could be seen in the garage on the pit wall of Red Bull seemingly helping out her teammate Max Verstappen.

Again fans went crazy, speculating what could possibly be wrong, she seemed fine with no injuries.

Then at the 9th race of the season, ahead of race weekend Valentina took the social media to address rumors on why she was not participating in the season saying, "I have personal reasons to not race in the 2023 season, I want to be in the races and on the podiums so badly with Max, but my world changed over break and now revolves around more things than racing. I know so many of you miss me on that track, I miss being on the track too. But rest assured, I should be fine and ready to race next season. I look forward to seeing you all. But for now root for Max and Lando."

It captioned photos of her that where taken on the put wall and throughout the races she had been at during the season.

Then from the 10th race of the Spanish Grand Prix to the 17th race of the Italian Grand Prix fans noticed that she seemed to not appear at all in the Pit Wall or garage of Red Bull.

But when she returned in Singapore for the 18th race, she wasn't seen in Red Bull, but in McLaren all decked out in McLaren merch, having been seen watching from the Pit Wall.

She was seen at the rest of the races for the season, never straying far from McLaren, leading many to speculate that she would be moving to McLaren in 2024, taking Oscar's seat.

But when it was announced that Valentina Norr was going to be returning to Red Bull in the 2024 season, fans loved that she would be returning.

Though over the break before the 2024 season there was many rumors on why she left and opted out of the 2023 season so close to start, but with the speculations of why also came the paranoia of if it would happen again in 2024.

Which it didn't, Valentina was there from the first race of the season in Bahrain, getting P2 on the podium with Max and Lando.

In Saudi Arabia, she got P1 just milliseconds before Max.

Australia, she got P2 ahead of Lando and Charles, behind Carlos.

Then came Japan, and her getting P2 again behind Max and ahead of Carlos.

In China, she got P1 ahead of Lando and Max, P2 and P3 respectively.

In Miami, Valentina got P4, just under the podium, but still celebrated for Lando's win.

At Imola, she got P1 just milliseconds before Lando, who got P2.

With Monaco, she got P5 behind both Ferraris and McLarens.

In Canada, she got P1 with Lando and George following.

The Spanish and Austrian races having the same result of P1.

In Silverstone, she got P2 behind Lando, but got fastest lap.

At Hungary, she again got P1.

Belgium, Valentina got P2 and fastest lap.

The Dutch Grand Prix resulted in her ending in 2nd behind Max and ahead of Lando.

The Grand Prixes of Italy, Baku, Singapore, and the United States all had her ending P1 with two fastest laps.

In Mexico, she pitted at the wrong time losing her P1 place to Max and P2 to Lando, but she got fastest lap.

The three races of Brazil, Las Vegas, and Qatar, she ended P1 with fastest lap in Brazil.

At Abu Dhabi, she got fastest lap and P1, making history again by winning a second World Championship with 526 points.

On the podium, Valentina stood on the 1st place podium with Max in P2 and Lando in P3.

After the champagne spray and podium celebration, no one in the podium platform moved as Valentina went to get off of the podium stage, but Max pointed behind her to her boyfriend.

When she turned she found that Lando was on one knee.

"Valentina Norr, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and making the happiest man alive by adding is to your name? You are the mother of my children and took a break from your career to be the best mom ever and you still are, but you could also be the perfect wife. So will you, Valentina Norr of Peru, marry me, Lando Norris of England?" Lando opened the ring box in his hand.

Valentina had tears in her eyes and quickly nodded her head, as Lando stood up and put the ring on her finger, leaving her speechless.

When she finds her voice all she can say is, "I love you, so so much."

She does find her voice seconds later, "You are the best father to our children and will continue to be and you are going to make the most amazing husband."

Then their three kids were brought out onto the podium, two boys and a girl, one of the boys seemed to be older than the other and the girl.

"It's your turn to win next year," Valentina says to Lando.

A/N: I just want to say the last name of Norr was not the original plan of Noor, but I looked up Norr name meaning and it means north with Norris meaning northerner and I though it was funny and kept it. Shall we finish all of the 9 that I have to do? This is 2 of 9. I changed it from 12 because a two for today are collections that I'm still finalizing some things, and one I'm thinking of making it into two parts.

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[bellezaycafe]

Get Your Shit Together - Extra; a section of a DTS Episode.

Masterlist | Part 1

genre: 2024 Season AU

pairing: there will be romance but I haven't finalised who yet. platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens.

context: Sadie, a 20 year old university student from Melbourne, decided to take a gap year and volunteer at 2 Formula One races in different countries.

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her however you want :) )

comments: READ CHAPTER FOUR BEFORE READING THIS. This is an extra and is not actually thaaaat vital to the story. I just know if this happened irl, DTS would 100% make an entire episode on it. This is gonna be so strange to write because DTS is a visual format but imma try for the cool perspective. You’re gonna need a good imagination.

*Drive to Survive theme and intro*

WILL BUXTON: Silverstone, the home of formula one.

LANDO NORRIS: It’s one of my favourite tracks, I love the support we get there.

BUXTON: Our hearts were in our mouths, in 2024. The title fight was ramping up!

CHARLES LECLERC: It was close.

CARLOS SAINZ: We were fighting, but it was horrific race.

BUXTON: It ended in shambles.

OSCAR PIASTRI: I mean, I was out in lap, 5 I think, it might’ve been 6.

BUXTON: No one expected five DNF’s.

LEWIS HAMILTON: I don’t know how it happened.

BUXTON: Let alone Lando’s accident.

NORRIS: I don’t remember much.

BUXTON: or the Mystery Medic.

*dramatic pause*

BUXTON: It was incredible, in a morbid way.

NORRIS: I was panicking

*onboard footage of moments after the crash, with radio subtitles*

NORRIS *onboard radio*: MY ANKLE, **** MY FOOT!

BUXTON: First, they catch Lando as he falls from the halo. He is in pain, and at one point you can hear him scream.

*onboard footage of the Mystery Medic catching Lando as he falls from the halo*

NORRIS: I knew it was my ankle or my foot. I’d never been in so much pain.

BUXTON: The medic starts to, essentially drag, Lando towards a safe section of the barrier. We could see that it was bad. We could see how much was relying on them and leaning on them, considering that he was taller than the medic.

PIASTRI: We could see that he wasn’t even letting it touch the ground.

NORRIS: “Keep it off the ground,” they told me. They didn’t have to, I was in too much pain anyway.

BUXTON: Then Sergio Perez approaches the accident.

TOTO WOLFF: There was debris everywhere, McLaren and Mercedes.

SERGIO PEREZ: I still do not know how I did not see it.

NORRIS: I didn’t know until I was on a stretcher.

BUXTON: You can see, if you watch the replay you can see, the moment the Mystery Medic hears Checo’s car.

*footage of the Mystery Medic turning their head towards the track*

BUXTON: Put the moment into slow motion, and you can see them make the choice.

*footage of the Mystery Medic putting both hands on Lando’s waist and switching to his right side*

BUXTON: To put yourself between a driver and a Formula One car? That’s either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

HAMILTON: Brave.

WOLFF: Stupid.

BUXTON: Either way, I don’t think Drive to Survive can show what happened.

*footage of Perez’s Red Bull striking black and papaya debris*

BUXTON: The medic barely stumbled.

NORRIS: If I hadn’t have seen it afterwards, I wouldn’t have known. I don’t remember it happening.

BUXTON: It was horrifying! They were walking, and almost carrying Lando, with a piece of debris in their thigh.

NORRIS: I’ve watched the replay. It was headed straight for me.

BUXTON: Watching it live was… it was awful! But you couldn’t look away.

*footage of everyone in the McLaren garage watching screens with various expressions of terror*

BUXTON: You had to know if they were going to make it.

NORRIS: They saved my life. Racing is my life, and if that debris had hit my leg? We don’t know what damage it could have done.

BUXTON: But there’s a reason we call them the Mystery Medic, and it may be a feat just as incredible. They did the impossible.

*seperate shots of Sir Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen placed side by side*

BUXTON: Lewis and Max worked together. They put their rivalry aside and worked together to keep the Mystery Medic a secret and we have no idea why.

MAX VERSTAPPEN and HAMILTON *in unison*: I’m not going to comment on that.

BUXTON: We don’t know their name. We don’t know who they are, where they’re from, or how they’re doing now.

*another dramatic pause*

BUXTON: It’s like they never existed.

[yourlocalqreator]

A New Driver

Paring: Sergio Perez X Flora Castellanos (OC)

While Sergio and Max are talking about the season along with stuff, A new driver then goes to the 2 red bull drivers which made Sergio Checo Perez Mendoza change his love life. Warning: Fluff

His mind was thinking about so much, The race, His marriage wasn't working out for him and his wife,. He was looking for a new love but that was never working, "Hey, Uhh Checo, You good man," Max asked as Sergio got back in reality and nodded, "Uhh you sure cause-" he cut himself off as his eyes got wide, he couldn't believe it, He had been talking about this for so long and he had never seen his friend so upset. He looked up to see Max's eyes were wide as well, his mind had gotten away from him, Max looked like he was going to cry, but he didn't, and instead, Sergio smiled and said, "I'm sorry Max, I didn't mean to upset you, it's just I have a lot to deal with right now, and my marriage isn't going so well." Max smiled as he looked at him in a brotherly way. "I know"

Who would want to be with a 31-year-old divorced man? He thought to himself as he looked into the distance. He saw Max's girlfriend Kelly in the distance talking to a .. New driver?

Sergio thought to himself "Hey Max, Who is that kelly's talking to?" Sergio looked at the blond female driver "Oh, that's the new driver, ". She was short and cute and her hair was in a dutch braid bun which made Sergio find someone. She then looked at Sergio who was looking at him also. She then smiled and walked at the two men.

Oh shit, she's coming.

Sergio started to get flustered but acted cool as the women started to walk up to them. "Hey, are you the driver?" she asked Sergio with a smile on her face. "Yes we are, I'm Sergio Perez and my partner here is Max Verstappen." She then came closer to him and put her hand out, "Hi I'm Flora Castellanos." "Nice to meet you, Flora, I'm Sergio and this is my best friend Max." The woman smiled as she took his hand in hers and shook it, "Well hi there, Nice to meet you guys as well." Her hands felt soft and warm, and her grip was firm. She then let go of his hand and smiled, "So what brings you to our team?" Max asked Flora. "Well, Your boss christain horner, and I talked because he said that I have what it takes to join the team," said Flora. "What does that mean?" Max asked curiously. Flora then replied to Max, "You know how Red Bull always wins the races, well your boss told me to come over here and get my chance, He said that there is an opening now and I should grab it." Max smiled, "That's great news Flora, but why do you think you can make it?" "Because I'm a fast driver," Flora answered confidently. "I've won all sorts of races before and I'm very good at driving and being quick but I don't think of myself as a winner cause, hah you know." "Yeah, I know, It's hard to win these days, but I'm sure you will make it." Sergio said happily. "Thanks, Sergio, I appreciate it." Max was chuckling "Hey, I think my Mexican mate has a little-"

"No, I don't" Sergio started to laugh at him

"But hey Flora, if you're interested, maybe we could go out sometime and get some food or something." "Sure, I'd love to," said Flora. As Flora was getting ready to leave, Sergio suddenly remembered something and asked her, "By the way Flora, where did you use to drive?" "Like anyone from Formula 4 to F2," said Flora. "And then?" Max asked. "I drove for some teams through my Formula Racing Career," Flora answered. "Can't remember since it's been a long time," she chuckled. "Yeah, I'm glad that Christian chose you as an official 3rd driver. Your Really Cu- I mean" Sergio was about to say something but "You're really fun to hang out with" He started to get flustered by looking at her. "Oh. Thank you, you too,"

she giggled. Flora started to notice how he was feeling so she started to let her hand down close to his. He started to feel her hand next to his, To tease her his fingers started to grab her pinkie and that's when Flora started to blush a little. Sergio looked at Flora's hand on his before his hand moved to her whole hand and started to hold onto her hand.

That's when Flora started to look at Sergio. "Oh sorry, just got a little too comfortable," he said before letting go scratching his head. "Nah it's okay" Both chuckled and laughed looking at each other. "Oh uhm, speaking of what you just did, do you have a wife or something?" Asked flora. "I used to but we're now divorced," He said

"Wait why?"

"Some problems," he said. "Damn, how you feelin now?" asked Flora, "Free" being honestly true," he smiled. "That's cool, So you wanna like get to know each other before getting on that Bahrain track?" Asked Flora.

"Of course, I can Amiga"

[tierneysodegaard]

Hollywood - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Hi! I love Dog Days sooo much! I'm blown away by your writing and this is story is such a comfort to me. I'm not sure if you're taking any request but I'm hoping you can write another Max x OC. The reader is Max's biggest celebrity crush and they meet for the first time at Monaco/Miami GP. He's all shy & flustered but he manages to take the reader around the track during the hot laps. They get ask about each other in interviews/talk shows. A lot of shipping & happy ending? Thank you in advance❤️

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, sexual innuendos, Christian Horner, far from home spoilers

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Becoming Spiderwoman was a dream come true. It was finally the big break you had worked hard for. Being Spiderwoman had its perks, many A-listers would happily slide their way into your DMS hoping they’d get a reply and you’d go on a date with them, sure a few of them were hot and definitely grabbed your attention but looks would only go so far. So many of them would have similar lifestyles to you and things like that could get boring besides, if you force something it never turns out well. 

Your love life seemed bleak well… that was until a Formula one driver announced that he had a crush on you. 

Max Verstappen had been doing some press work with his teammate Sergio Perez when one of the questions asked the pair of you who their celebrity crushes were and Max said that you were. Since that the internet took off a little. You couldn’t scroll through your Instagram timeline without seeing someone make an edit of you and Max or talking about the pair of you despite the two of you never actually meeting. 

All these events led you to now. You and your co-star, Tom Holland, were currently in Miami doing some press for the next upcoming Spiderman film. The pair of you were shooting a Q&A for GQ. Thankfully you and Tom got on like a house on fire. As you were new to the industry Tom would always look out for you, sort of acting like an older brother.

“Hello, I’m Tom Holland!”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n!”

“And we are answering fan questions for GQ.” Tom smiled as he took out a piece of crumpled paper from the pot on the table which contained the questions. “Okay so… if you could take three people to dinner, dead or alive, who would you pick?” He smiled to you as you pondered at the thought. 

“Hmm, I’d have to say, Freddie Mercury,  Carrie Fisher and… I’m gonna say Maggie Smith.”

“Those are good choices.” Tom smiled. 

“Who would you take?”

“It’s hard to pick just three, I’ve met a lot of people I’d want to take to dinner, probably Obama, Lewis Hamilton and Heung Min Son.” He smiled proudly at his answers as you moved on to the next question. 

“Favourite scene you’ve ever filmed in any film or television show?” 

“These are good questions.” Tom smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Probably the scene where all three Peters met one another.”

“Arguably one of the best scenes in cinematic history.” 

“You think so?” Tom smirked. 

“Everyone in the cinema was clapping when it happened.” You smiled at the Brit. 

“What about you?”

“First first scene where I ever wore my suit, finally felt like I made it then.” Tom’s smirk grew to a smile at your words. 

“How sweet.” You could tell Tom was mocking you slightly, never in an ill-intent way more in a childish way. “Next one.” He dived his hand in before laughing. “Oh you’ll love this one, who is your celebrity crush?” 

“Well we all know yours.” 

“And I know yours.” Tom acted like a child on Christmas morning, swinging back and forth on his chair. 

“Well I don’t have just one -”

“But I know who fancies you.” His smile got wider. “Max Verstappen! And you fancy him back!”

“Wouldn’t say I fancy the bloke I’ve never met him although, there is something about how he looks post-race, helmet hair Max is something I could look at for hours.” Tom burst into laughter. 

“Has he ever slid into yout Dm’s?”

“He has not but he does follow me.”

“Come on Max,” Tom looked straight at the camera. “If you can drive around a car that fast then you should have the guts to dm her.” 

Well ever since that interview the internet went wild. The edits started becoming more and more frequent, more fans were talking about the pair of you and at that time you honestly thought it was just a bit of fun, Max would like a few of your Instagram posts and maybe comment on a few and you’d do a same. Nothing went further, that was until Red Bull invited you and Tom to the race in Miami. 

When Max found out he’d never been so nervous in his life, not even when he drove the final lap to win his championship. You were set to turn up any minute now alongside Tom Holland and he knew he had to drive the race of his life today after all, he wanted to impress you right? 

“I’ll be your wingman.” Tom opened the door of the car for you, allowing you to climb out. 

“If you’re my wingman I won’t ever get to kiss Max Verstappen.” The pair of you walked over to a Red Bull employee who was taking you around the paddocks and track for the rest of the day.

“Is that your plan?” Tom smirked. “To kiss him?”

“If you get to have your celebrity crush then I think I deserve mine.” You winked as you collected your passes, scanning them past security. 

“That’s why I need to be your wingman, I got mine and I can help you get yours.”

“Believe it or not Tom I can flirt my way through situations without you by my side.” 

“Is that why you’re single and needed me to mention Max in that interview to get here or?” His smirk grew, making you push him lightly as the pair of you laughed at his words. 

Miami was full of celebrities, even Michelle Obama had turned up. You had been watching this sport for years now and never in your life had you seen anything quite like Miami. It was hard to navigate through the paddock let alone the actual garages. Tom extend his arm back so you could hold onto his forearm as you reached the garages, last thing Tom wanted was you to get lost when Max was nearby. 

“And this is Christian Horner, I’m sure the two of you know who he is.” The woman who was taking you on a tour smiled at the man who extended his hand for Tom to take. Tom shook his hand, smiling as the pair said hello to one another. 

Christian turned to you, his arms open as you shared a quick hug. “There’s the woman we don’t stop hearing about.” You laughed at his words. “Not only do my daughters talk about you all the time but so does Max.” Christian turned his head, making eye contact with Max and calling him over. 

Max didn’t know why Christian was suddenly calling over. He was yet to see that you were standing alongside his racing Principle. When he got closer his face dropped at the sight of the woman he’d had a crush on the moment he’d seen her in the Spiderman trailer. 

“Ah Max, finally, I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you to y/n y/l/n, considering you don’t shut up about her.” 

Max went bright red at Christian's words. He kept his gaze firmly on you, trying his best not to stare but he couldn’t help it. The woman he’d spent hours thinking about was standing before him and she was wearing his merchandise. Max could have sworn he’d just died and gone to heaven. Sensing how awkward this could get your wingman decided to step in.

“Christian do you happen to have a bathroom around here?” Tom glanced over at you, a smirk on his lips as he spoke. 

“Ah yes, I’ll show you it.” He smiled, leading Tom off which just left you and Max alone. 

“Hey.” You smiled up at the man, hoping to break the ice between the two of you.

God even your voice was perfect. 

“Hi… H-how are you?” 

“I’m good thank you.” Your smile was bright, the sight made Max’s heart flutter. It was supposed to be a stupid crush yet here he was, already stuttering. “How are you? Nervous for the race?”

He let out a deep breath, letting a small smile escape his lips before he spoke. “I’m okay, you do tend to get used to a few things when you’ve been racing for a while.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked. “Never nervous about driving cars that could kill you but you stutter over a woman?” 

Being an actress meant it was easy to hide your emotions, including ones like you had for Max. He might have been able to mask his nervousness but you could. Seeing how confident Max was in interviews and online it was amusing to see him crumble under you after just a few words. 

“I - Umm -” He stuttered yet again. You let out a small smile which turned into laughter, your laughter made Max relax slightly. “H- have you been around the track yet?”

“I have not.” You looked him up and down. “Care to show me? If you have time -”

“Yes!” Max may have said a little too loudly. “Yes, I have time.” He flashed a smile. 

“I’ve got an idea.” Christian suddenly came into view. “What about if the pair of you do a hot lap? We’ll set up some cameras and get the pair of you to answer questions. I’m sure if we just tweeted something out now we could get a handful of questions for the pair of you to answer.” Normally questions wouldn’t be asked but Christian had a plan, he knew everyone wanted to know about you and Max so the questions would be interesting. 

“Are you happy to do that, with me?” You turned to Max, silently hoping he’d say yes. 

“Well, I’m not going to let one of the other guys take you away am I?” He gained some confidence before mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Christian as the pair of you left to get ready. 

The Red Bull social media team set up some cameras in the car they planned on using and screenshotted some questions you’d read out to Max as he drove. Christian and Tom made sure the questions had some interesting takes. 

Max handed you a helmet as he opened the sports car door for you. Flashing a smile you thanked him before he joined you. “Nervous?” He asked. 

“Yeah a little.” He laughed at your reply, starting the car up, and allowing the engine to roar. He looked at you as the engine grew louder. “Is that you’re way of trying to make me nervous?”

“Depends how you are with fast cars.” 

“Depends who’s driving it.” You smirked at the man as he held his gaze with yours. Max smirked as he set off the car, catching you entirely off guard. “Max!” You screamed as the car picked up its pace without warning. The Dutch only laughed as you gripped onto the side of the door for support. 

“Come on it’s not that fast -”

“Not that fast?” You yelled as he picked up the pace before drastically slowly down to turn the corner, making you scream at the sudden change. Max couldn’t contain his laughter as he drove. 

“You need to ask the questions.” Max turned his attention back to the road. 

“Fuck the questions!” 

Max kept laughing, he couldn’t believe this confident woman he’d met only minutes ago who was so confident around him was now screaming and holding onto the car like she was going to die. “Just start with the first one.”

You pulled up the phone reluctantly. “What is the one thing you like the most about me?”

“You have really pretty eyes.” He turned the corner, making you jerk to the side. You held your arm out for support but the only support you had that wasn’t the door was his arm. You grabbed his arm, the action made Max look down at your hand before his eyes trailed up your body, scanning every inch of you with a sly smile. 

The fans were going to have a field day with that shot. 

“Thank you!” You screamed again as he sped up. “Jesus Max, umm what I like the most about you? You look pretty hot when you’ve finished racing.” It was bold of you to say that to him but you’d already said that on GQ. 

“Next question?”

“If you had to take y/n on a date, where would you take her?” You laughed at the question. 

“Depends.”

“On what?” 

“Well would you want a more expensive date or a relaxed one? We could order in and follow Bob Ross painting tutorials or we could go to the Ritz.”

“Very creative Verstappen.” You looked back at the phone as you read out another question. “Who would win in a staring competition between the two of you.”

“Definitely me.” Max turned his head to look at you, not leaving your gaze as the pair of you stared at one another for a couple of seconds. 

“Max look at the road!” You broke away from his hold, pointing to the road but Max only flickered his gaze forward for a split second before looking back at you. 

“We’re fine.” He smirked, putting his foot down just that inch more making the car speed up. 

“Yeah you are -”

“Do you do your own stunts?” He suddenly asked. 

“Some of them why?”

“What about at the end of the film, you swung across that building and fell but landed on your feet, was that all you?”

“Yeah, I had a harness on so I didn’t die as we were rather high up -”

“Were you scared?” 

“No.”

“So you’re not scared of jumping and swinging around a set that’s high off the ground but you’re scared of me driving fast?”

“I’m not scared you just took me off guard with it -” Max suddenly turned another corner making you grab onto his arm again. “Fucking hell Max.” 

The pair of you had completed the lap but Max wasn’t done there. “How good are you with spinning?” Your eyes widened at his words, knowing exactly what he was going to do. 

“Max no -” Max had already set off, creating doughnuts with the car, he didn’t stop at just one either, he kept going. Maybe it was because he loved the way you held onto his arm to feel safe or because he was able to just have you alone and when he was in a car he felt confident with you. 

Eventually, Max had to stop. His cheeks hurt from the constant laughing. He quickly opened his door, running around the car to open your door. He leaned over you to undo your seatbelt before helping you out of the car. “You okay?” He smiled, reaching up to take your helmet off whilst the two of you were blissfully unaware that your interactions were still being filmed. 

“A little dizzy but hey that was fun.” You smiled back as he removed his own helmet, earning him an interesting gaze from you as you were taken back by his state. 

“Fun? You screamed the whole time.” 

“I scream in the bedroom, doesn’t mean I’m not having fun, maybe if you’re good enough you might hear it too.” You sent him a smirk and just like that, you had made Max Verstappen weak at the knees. Reaching up you placed a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him, leaving a stunned Max Verstappen to blush at your actions.

Max had won in Miami and needless to say the after-party was an experience. You woke up the next morning to a flood of ship edits and posts of you and Max. The hot laps video came out just after Max had won and fans didn’t need to wait long for more content of the two of you. 

Photos started to circulate of the pair of you at the party. Max had his arms around you as the pair of you danced to the music. You spent your morning scrolling through multiple video edits and photo edits of the two of you. You even liked a few, knowing that would also more than likely set the fans off even more. 

You wished you could have stayed in Miami for longer but you had to fly to London with Tom, the pair of you were set to appear on The Graham Norton show for more interviews. 

“Morning Mrs Verstappen.” Tom smirked as you met him outside your hotel room. “Is Max in there with you?”

“No, he isn’t.” 

“So did the pair of you -”

“No, we didn’t do anything like that.” You huffed, pulling your hoodie closer as the pair of you left to catch your flight. Your phone vibrated in your hand, you looked down to see that Max had Dm’d you. A smile crept across your face at the sight. “Not yet anyway.”

On the plane you were finally able to answer his message. 

Max: Christian told me you were leaving today, have you left yet? X

You: We have, we’re going back to London for press, I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye x

Max: Don’t apologise, are you free on the 25th? X

You: I believe so, how come? X

Max: Will you still be in London then? X

You: Yes x

Max: I wanted to ask you in person but seeing as you’re no longer in Miami I’ll ask you now, would you like to go on a date? As you’re in London we could go to the Ritz? I’ll book everything and if you’re free that weekend would you like to come to Monaco with me for the race? X

You: I’d love to Verstappen x

Max: Thank fuck x

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tom’s voice grabbed your attention, snapping your head up your smile faded when you realised what he was alluding to. 

“Nothing -”

“He’s messaged you hasn’t he?”

“He -”

“What’s he said?” Tom smirked. “Oh come on y/n you’ve got to tell me -”

“He asked me out on a date, he wanted to ask in person but considering we’re up in the sky that might be rather hard.”

“What did you say?”

“Take a guess.” It was now your time to smirk. 

“Where are the two of you going?”

“The Ritz -”

“Bloody hell he must fancy you, that place is expensive.” 

You arched your brows at his comment. “As if your bank account would be damaged if you went there.” 

“You know if things work out well between the two of you we could all go on a double date.”

“Well I hope they do because I’m going to Monaco with him after.”

“Please use protection I don’t want mini y/n’s running around, one’s bad enough.” Tom smiled as you flipped him off, sinking back into your chair to text Max. 

— 

“y/n I have to ask.” You sat alongside Tom and a few other celebrities as Graham Norton started to interview everyone. He was yet to ask about Max which was surprising considering it was all anyone was talking about currently. “You and Max Verstappen…” The crowd cheered as you broke out into a smile. “Is there anything between the two of you?”

“Well…” Your smile didn’t falter. “I hope so.” The crowd screamed again. “We have a date set up and well… who knows what will happen.”

It wasn’t just you who had been questioned about the two of you. Max had to deal with interviews all year round, thankfully for you, it was only when you had an upcoming project coming out or if you were invited on a talk show out of the blue. He’d said the same, that the two of you were going on a date in the near future. You knew it would be hard to keep your relationship hidden from the public eye as everyone was still very much obsessed with the two of you but the reaction was very positive so maybe the two of you could be the next parents of Hollywood, despite his profession.

You’d managed to survive the endless questions and the constant teasing from Tom who was determined to have your upcoming relationship talked back so maybe the press would back down from his. 

Opening the door to one of the dressing rooms which held your belongings you were met with bright ocean eyes and a mess of brown hair. Standing in the middle of your dressing room was a very tired Max Verstappen who evidently took the first flight he could to London after you’d left. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked down at his hands which had a large bouquet of flowers tightly grasped between them. 

“I - I’ve just realised how weird this must be -” His confidence fell. You warmed to his words, he really did like you. 

“It’s not weird, if anything I’m actually rather impressed you managed to get a flight out here, make yourself look presentable after that hangover you must have gotten last night and pick up flowers.”

“I am very tired.” He let out a breath of relief. 

“Well…” You stepped closer to him, your hands resting above his. “Why don’t you come home with me and this time I’ll drive.” 

“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I hope you like the flowers too, I wasn’t sure which ones to get so Daniel helped.”

“They’re beautiful Max.” You took them into your hands, admiring how stunning they were before moving one hand to lace into his. “Come on, I’m fucking shattered.” 

Needless to say, the photos of the two of you holding hands as you left the set went down a treat on social media. 

[faithshouseofchaos]

YOU — Checo Perez x GN!reader

Word count — 2.4k

Warnings — angst, slight manipulation, Dark!checo, possessive checo, major-ish injuries to Lewis.

A lot of this is supposed to be italics but I gave on fixing it. I don’t know why tumblr won’t leave it when I transferred it from docs.

@pasteljesse @isurvived3-11andimproud @selfishpresley

The bell above the bookstore door chimed, its delicate ring piercing the heavy silence of the room. You looked up from your spot at the counter, offering your usual soft smile to the figure stepping inside. Sergio Pérez—Checo, as everyone called him—flashed you his signature grin, one that made your heart skip a beat no matter how many times you saw it.

“Back again?” you teased lightly, your voice warm and inviting.

“Couldn’t resist,” Checo replied, his tone smooth. He wandered toward the shelves as if his visits were casual, but they were anything but.

To Checo, this wasn’t just a bookstore—it was your bookstore, the place where he felt closest to you. You, with your kind words and easy laughter, had unknowingly pulled him into a world he couldn’t leave. A world he didn’t want to leave.

He moved with purpose, pretending to browse but always keeping you in his peripheral vision. Today, the store was empty, just the two of you. It was perfect.

“Busy day?” he asked, his voice carrying across the quiet room.

You shook your head, leaning on the counter. “Not really. It’s been nice, though. Peaceful.”

Checo’s smile widened. He liked that word—peaceful. It was how he felt when he was near you, even though his thoughts were anything but calm.

As you chatted, his mind drifted. The memory of seeing you with Lewis the other day resurfaced, igniting a wave of possessive anger. Lewis Hamilton, with his arm casually slung around your shoulders, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered something that made you laugh.

Checo’s jaw tightened at the thought. Lewis didn’t deserve you. None of them did. Carlos, Charles, even Lando—they all circled you like moths to a flame, but they didn’t see you the way Checo did.

You glanced up, catching the dark look that flickered across Checo’s face. “You okay?”

He quickly composed himself, smiling again. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”

You didn’t press further, trusting him without question. That trust made Checo’s obsession deepen. You were too kind, too open, too vulnerable. It was why he needed to protect you—from Lewis, from the others, from anyone who might take you away from him.

And if protecting you meant removing a few obstacles, so be it.

Checo lingered longer than usual, asking questions about the books you were reading, the little plants you kept by the windowsill, the café you mentioned wanting to try. He wanted to keep you talking, wanted to carve out this quiet moment where no one else could intrude.

But as you spoke, his eyes wandered to the ring of your keys lying on the counter. Hanging from the ring was a small charm—a sleek, silver “L.” It twisted in the light, taunting him, reminding him of him.

Lewis.

Checo’s chest tightened, his smile fading for just a second too long. You didn’t notice, but Checo did. He was always so careful to hide his emotions when he was with you, to maintain the perfect facade.

Lewis was an obstacle. A loud, arrogant, perfect obstacle that Checo hated with every fiber of his being.

It wasn’t fair. Lewis didn’t deserve you, not with the way he flaunted you like a trophy at every event. Checo had seen how other drivers talked about you, their eyes lingering when Lewis wasn’t looking. Did Lewis care? No. He only cared about his image. About winning.

Checo’s fists clenched as he leaned casually against the counter. “So, how’s Lewis?” he asked, feigning politeness.

You brightened at the mention of him, and it made Checo’s blood boil. “He’s good! Busy, as always. He’s got this charity gala coming up, so he’s been stressed about organizing everything.”

Checo nodded, pretending to listen. Inside, his mind churned. Lewis didn’t even have time for you. He left you alone too often, made you wait for scraps of attention while he gallivanted around the world. Checo wouldn’t do that to you. He’d never leave you waiting.

“I guess that’s just part of dating someone like him, huh?” Checo said, his tone light but loaded.

You tilted your head, catching the edge in his voice. “What do you mean?”

Checo shrugged. “Nothing. Just that he’s got a lot on his plate. It must be hard for you sometimes.”

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped. The door chimed again, and a customer stepped in, interrupting the moment. Checo smiled politely but cursed inwardly.

Later, as he walked to his car, his mind spiraled. The sight of you smiling so brightly for Lewis gnawed at him, and a plan began to take shape.

That night, Checo did what he had done many times before. He waited, parked down the street from your building, watching as the lights in your apartment turned off one by one. His phone buzzed in his pocket—an invitation to Lewis’s gala. He had almost forgotten about it.

Perfect.

Lewis wouldn’t see him coming. Checo had spent months gathering information, learning every crack in Lewis’s image. He’d seen things that others overlooked, heard whispers that Lewis thought were buried. The gala would be the perfect opportunity to put his plan into motion.

Checo smirked to himself. By the time the night was over, Lewis Hamilton would be out of your life for good.

The gala buzzed with activity, every detail meticulously planned to match Lewis’s perfect image. Checo blended seamlessly into the crowd, a polished mask of charm hiding the storm beneath. He moved with purpose, scanning the room for his target.

Lewis stood near the stage, surrounded by sponsors and journalists. His arm rested lazily on the back of a chair, his smile confident and practiced. But Checo saw through it. He saw the cracks—Lewis’s arrogance, his selfishness.

You deserve better.

Checo approached casually, a glass of champagne in hand. “Lewis,” he greeted with a grin that barely reached his eyes.

Lewis turned, his expression shifting to polite indifference. “Checo. Didn’t think this was your kind of event.”

Checo laughed lightly. “What can I say? I like to support my friends.” The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly.

Lewis raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. He gestured for Checo to join him, making small talk about the season, the team, the media. Checo played along, waiting for the perfect moment.

It came when Lewis excused himself, heading toward the private lounge in the back. Checo followed, his heart pounding but his mind sharp and focused.

Inside the lounge, Lewis poured himself a drink, oblivious to the shadow that trailed him. Checo closed the door softly behind him, locking it with a quiet click.

“Something on your mind, Checo?” Lewis asked without turning around, his voice dripping with casual arrogance.

Checo stepped closer, setting his glass down on the table. “Actually, yeah. There is.”

Lewis finally turned, his brow furrowed. “What’s this about?”

Checo’s smile was cold, his usual charm stripped away. “You don’t deserve them. You don’t even see how incredible they are. All you care about is your image, your career.”

Lewis’s confusion shifted to annoyance. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t love them the way I do,” Checo continued, his voice low and steady. “You take them for granted, leave them waiting while you play the hero.”

Lewis scoffed, stepping forward. “This is insane. Are you seriously jealous? Grow up, Checo.”

The dismissive tone snapped something inside Checo. In one swift motion, he grabbed the heavy crystal decanter from the table and swung it with precision. The impact was sickeningly loud, and Lewis crumpled to the floor, the glass shattering around him.

Checo stood over him, chest heaving as he looked down at the man who had been in his way for far too long. The room was silent except for the faint hum of music from the gala outside.

He crouched down, his voice soft and almost tender. “You didn’t deserve them, Lewis. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of them now.”

Satisfied, Checo worked quickly, wiping the scene clean and slipping out unnoticed. The gala continued as if nothing had happened, and Checo blended back into the crowd, his heart steady, his mask firmly in place.

The next day the news spread like wildfire—Lewis Hamilton had been found unconscious at his own gala, hospitalized with a severe head injury. The media speculated endlessly, reporters camping outside the hospital, while fans flooded social media with their concerns.

You were a wreck.

When the initial report broke, you couldn’t focus on anything, pacing the bookstore until your legs ached. Your hands trembled as you tried calling Lewis, but it went straight to voicemail. You barely slept that night, anxiety twisting your stomach into knots.

Checo arrived the next morning, as he always did, but this time, he found you sitting behind the counter, pale and tearful. His heart leapt at the sight of you—so vulnerable, so in need of him.

“Y/N,” he called softly, his voice filled with concern.

You looked up, and the moment you saw his familiar face, the dam broke. Tears spilled over as you covered your face with your hands.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” you stammered, your voice cracking. “I can’t get through to him. No one’s telling me anything.”

Checo rounded the counter without hesitation, kneeling beside you. His hands rested gently on your knees, grounding you. “Hey, hey,” he murmured. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

You looked at him through blurry eyes, your breathing ragged. “What if he doesn’t wake up? What if—”

Checo shook his head firmly, his grip on your knees tightening just slightly. “Don’t think like that. He’s strong, Y/N. He’ll pull through.”

Even as he said it, his words felt hollow. Deep down, he didn’t care if Lewis woke up or not. The important thing was you, the way you clung to him now, trusting him completely.

“I feel so useless,” you whispered, wiping at your cheeks. “I wasn’t even there when it happened. I should’ve been with him.”

Checo’s heart twisted—not in guilt, but in the realization of how deeply you cared for someone so unworthy. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “You can’t blame yourself for this. None of this is your fault.”

You leaned into his touch, your breath hitching. “Thank you, Checo. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Hearing those words made his chest swell with pride. He’d waited so long for this moment, for you to rely on him completely. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

You buried your face in his shoulder, letting the steady beat of his heart calm you. For the first time since the news broke, you felt a sliver of comfort.

Checo pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering. This is where you belong, he thought. With me. Only me.

And he would make sure it stayed that way.

Checo’s arms tightened around you just slightly, as if shielding you from the world. His voice remained calm, soothing, like a steady current pulling you closer.

“You’ve been so strong through all of this,” he murmured. “Stronger than anyone else would’ve been in your position.”

You let out a shaky breath, shaking your head against his chest. “I don’t feel strong. I feel useless.”

Checo tilted his head down, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke. “That’s not true. You’ve been holding everything together, even when Lewis…” He paused, a slight tremor in his voice that you barely caught. “Even when he’s been… distracted.”

You pulled back slightly, your brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Checo hesitated, feigning reluctance, before sighing deeply. “It’s not my place to say. I just… I’ve seen how much you give, Y/N. How much you love him. But sometimes I wonder if he really appreciates it.”

Your stomach twisted at his words, doubt creeping into your mind. “What are you saying, Checo?”

He met your gaze, his expression soft and earnest, though his words were anything but. “I don’t want to upset you, but… I’ve seen Lewis at events. The way he talks to people. The way he… entertains attention from others.” His jaw tightened, as if the thought pained him. “I don’t think he realizes how lucky he is to have someone like you.”

You stared at him, the seed of doubt now firmly planted. “You think he doesn’t care?”

Checo shook his head quickly. “No, no. I’m not saying that. But sometimes, people get so caught up in their own world that they forget to see what’s right in front of them.” He reached for your hand, holding it between his. “You deserve someone who puts you first. Always.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his touch both comforting and possessive. “Someone who sees how incredible you are and never lets you feel like you’re not enough.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t just from sadness. They were from the gnawing ache of uncertainty, the crack Checo had so carefully widened.

“Checo, I… I don’t know what to think anymore,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his tone gentle but firm. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just know that I’m here for you. Always.”

The intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch. In that moment, Checo’s presence felt like a lifeline, grounding you amidst the chaos. You squeezed his hand, unaware of the triumph flickering behind his warm smile.

As the days passed, Checo continued to weave his subtle web. He offered to drive you to the hospital, bringing you coffee and snacks when you were too frazzled to think straight. He stayed late at the bookstore, keeping you company while you closed up. And each time you vented your fears, he listened, dropping little hints of doubt about Lewis while positioning himself as your unwavering support.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he’d say softly, his voice dripping with sincerity. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Piece by piece, he worked to shift your focus from Lewis to him, eroding the foundation of your relationship without you even realizing it.

To you, Checo was just being a good friend. But to Checo, every step brought him closer to his ultimate goal: making you his and his alone.

[agendabymooner]

she's beauty, she's grace ! sergio 'checo' p. x ofc (miss philippines!ofc)

summary: the red bull driver sergio perez has married a long-time fan - who also happened to be the miss universe 2018 winner AND the mother to his two kids, carmella 'mella' ayala.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, established relationship, miss universe!ofc, fluff, dad!checo and mom!ofc, mentions checo and his proud bf moment, video clips + tweets and posts, what is proper grammar, mentions of characters from jenson button x ofc work and seb vettel x ofc piece (no storyline involved)

note: i used this face claim because i was one of those people that were screaming "PHILIPPINES" at the tv hoping that catriona gray would win. don't ask me why i made a checo one. there's something about that man that had my internals screaming for a moment so i've been at this thing for HOURS. i should probably update my masterlist soon before i start packing my shit and going 😭🤠 enjoy xx

masterlist

MISS U(niverse), CHECO ❤️ | MELLA TALKS ABOUT BEING CELEBRATED IN MEXICO BY HER BOYFRIEND'S FAMILY | CARMELLA AYALA HOMECOMING 2019 w/ VICE GANDA by abscbn

HOST: VICE (GANDA) GUEST: CARMELLA AYALA

[translation: mi rana pequeño = my little frog]

tagged schecoperez

liked by carlossainzjr, danielricciardo, christianhorner

user1 my little frog 😭

user2 WHICH ONE IS A HARRIE?!

carmayalaprz bitzy but he's at the hotel rn 😅 he's taking a break from chiquito

user2 even froggys need a break too 😩🙌

schecoperez what do you mean mr. bitzy's at the hotel 🧐

carmayalaprz what do you mean by that love? 😄😊

schecoperez 😊

maxverstappen1 uh oh. i wouldn't play this game with carma if i were you checo 🤔

redbullracing i agree with max on this one

christianhorner i don't really mind being introduced to bopit and bitzy every time 😕 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i hope gp's the same because there's gonna be a lot of that soon 😅

danielricciardo how much plushies does he have for the trip rn?

carmayalaprz without cece's? about seven. apparently the whole pack either come or be left at home but we all know the chances of one being left alone in the cold dark place

danielricciardo i can barely imagine ribb being left alone at home- can you just imagine that poor frog crying for his friend?

carmayalaprz i can never 😔

tagged schecoperez, artsforyouth, artsforkids

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, adaabbott

adaabbott ah yes! the efficient cardboard crafting camp! my favourite activities yet! liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i had my biggest proud wife and mom moment just watching serg and silas make those houses 🥰

adaabbott haha! i can imagine! poppet and jens definitely tried their best working together!

user1 silas and sergio perez are the most iconic duo since sebastian and michael 😍

user2 i love how hands-on you and checo are when it comes to your little ones!

carmayalaprz thank you so much! us parents are trying despite the busy schedules, you know? 💖

danielricciardo i hope you guys brought earplugs. god knows how much of a screamer silas is 😭

schecoperez daniel for the last time he didn't intentionally try to break your eardrums 🤠

carmayalaprz try babysitting them, you'll get used to it eventually

danielricciardo maybe next time, yes?

user3 danny would probably add more to the noise if anything ngl 😭

schecoperez am i ever glad to take your and silas' attentions away from the stupid frogs 😄 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz don't say that about those frogs 🤠 i was shedding blood and tears swiping my card after passing by that store

schecoperez maybe next time let's not go to a mall with a build a bear store 🤔

carmayalaprz i agree. we might have pavlov'd our son with the build-a-bear stores we come across to

maxverstappen1 so i should return the froggy i bought him then...?

redbullracing you know the right answer to that max.

the perez kids

silas milo ayala perez

cecilia morgana ayala perez

[selfishpresley]

Heaven or Las Vegas sneak of Chapter 5

Sergio was half dead after practices, spread over his hotel bed like his body weighed a thousand pounds. He was in the middle of taking a good nap before any media commitments; when he felt a shiver rush down his spine and a weight on the bed.

Judith.

It was like he had a third sense for her.

And he was right. 

“Si miro que se te acerquen algunas chicas: las voy a matar, Sergio. No quieres eso en tu conciencia.” Her threats were getting cuter and cuter. (If I see any girl get close to you: I'll kill them, Sergio. You don’t want that on your conscience.)

Her arched his neck so that her little knife could sit comfortably on his collarbone, just opening his eyes to see long black hair and that heart shaped face. “Te extrañe.” (I missed you.)

The love he felt in his heart for her smothered his organ at times. It filled his chest with warmth. 

Running hands on the thighs that straddled him, he noticed that she was wearing a short skirt. “Hmm?”

She ground down above him, making him groan. His little killer knew at this point that as soon as he saw her he was ready. “Promise me that you’re not going to let those girls touch you.”

The combination of her slow grinding and the sharp weapon at his neck had him rolling his eyes into his head. His eyes were still blurry with sleep. “Amor.” (Love)

“Sergio.” She was amazing, a dream come true.

“Nadie mas. Solo tu.” His eyesight cleared and he saw his little assassin on top of him in a school girls uniform. (No one else. Only you.)

His dick got very confused.

“Amor?” He pulled the edge of the offending item. Green plaid and a tight little white button up with a cute bow tied at her neck. Like she came straight from Japan to seduce a disgusting older man. (Love?)

There was another wig on her head, black as night and long enough to reach the middle of her back.

“What–?”

She slowed down her grinding to a stop. “Well, my cover to get in the country was to be an exchange student for a very nice private school in Singapore.”

God save him, he could see her pink little bra through the shirt. So confused. “How did that work out?”

“A lot of disgusting older men that hit on me, but it’s nothing I'm not used to.” She slipped off the black wig to show her own thick brown hair. His hands immediately went up and his fingers touched the red areas where it would get irritated on her scalp. “My next cover is yours until New Years.”

“You’re going to join me for the rest of the year?” He instantly sat up, holding her to him. Finally he had her for more than a couple of days and beyond the long untraceable emails that he would get on the blackberry he was given.

Her breathtaking smile was his answer and he felt like the happiest man in the world. 

[selfishpresley]

Masterlist!

Works In Progress: 21 (1 is a twilight fic)

Completed Works: 11 (and i'm proud of that, ok?)

All are on AO3, linked below!

updated as of: 10.26.24

Fem!Checo series — (Sergia 'Checo' Pérez)

Checo x Carola x Max [7 stories within]

Sergia "Checo" Pérez hates the media, loves her wife, and loves/hates her team.

In the darkness, hearts aglow — (Rosalía 'Manu' Marroquín - Rally Driver)

Charles Leclerc x woc!oc, Carlos Sainz x woc!oc

Her career started like this. Her first taste of the road started like that. If she had to choose a moment where her career began. It was under her father’s eye. ___________ Charles wasn't particularly religious. Not like his grandmother, but he could see the appeal when he saw the intense eyes of a young rally driver carving her name into motorsports history.

The Points That Matter — (Challengers!AU)

Checo Pérez x black!Reader x Max Verstappen

She knew in that final set that they understood. When neither boy would relent. When they asked her again after everything. She would admit, "It's like a dance. An intimate dance." An allegory to sex maybe. "You could never feel closer to a person until you're across from them."

Chestappen X Reader/OFC (left as reader but I have been referring to her as Tashi!Reader in my head)

venus as a boy — (sugar baby!Checo)

Checo Pérez x Max Verstappen

Sergio Pérez lives his life as a college student and a sugar baby that tries to cope with the fact that he can't race anymore for reasons known. With many past loves and potential sugar daddies, it's up to him to find his own footing in his life. Main: Chestappen, side checo x multi, minor Glance

like out of a film series -- (Cléo Sélène- fem!woc!OC)

Max Verstappen x woc!OC

French Opera-

As an assistant to Mexico's son, Formula 1 driver, Sergio 'Checo' Perez; Cléo navigates her own debut into the world of motorsports. All while falling for handsome man-whore drivers, gentle Spanish princes, and a very irritating Dutch a-hole. Contains: minor Charles x OC, and beginnings of Carlos x OC. Sequel is Baroque Opera.

Carlos Sainz x woc!OC

Baroque Opera-

In the wake of a devastating heartbreak at the hands of a Dutch manchild, Cléo finds herself falling for a Spanish driver this time. A man that seemed she was always meant to meet. As Checo's assistant and public relations secretary, she tries her hardest to hold onto her sanity and heart as Carlos tries to prove to her that she deserves to be loved. Sequel to French Opera.

Charles Leclerc x woc!OC

Un hombre busca una mujer.

Charles AU of French Opera continued from Chapter 18.

Mark Mateschitz x woc!OC

Empress

Cléo met Mark at the end of May. She, like everyone else, thought that Mark was working with the owner of the team. When she realizes that he's the heir of a very lucrative corporation, she'll have to navigate the media (for herself for once), the people around her, and her own shortcomings. An AU of French Opera.

The Spy Who Loved Me -- (Judith - spy!OC)

Sergio 'Checo' Pérez x spy!OC

Heaven or Las Vegas

He didn’t think it was stress when he spied a young woman dropping a small pill into a man's whiskey. And it definitely wasn’t stress when the man collapsed later that night clutching his chest. It was the first time that Sergio had seen someone die in front of him. And it was the first time that he saw the face of the killer.

Cuando Calienta El Sol/Hentai/Desafió

As Sergio has finished the season, he still kept on with his routine. Adamant that he build up strength, he forgot about the muscles that came with it. He gets to find out how much his partner appreciates the change in physique on their vacation. Can be a standalone but it was made with my spy x racer fic Heaven or Las Vegas.

Canned Heat -- (Omegaverse)

Carlos Sainz x woc!OC (Cléo Sélène)

Like a Tattoo by Sade 

Being a romantic was hard. Being an omega was hard, too. Both would be stupid. Finding her mate while she was craving donuts was stupid and lucky.

Lance Stroll x woc!OC (Beatrice Jones)

Le Temps D'amour

Lance Stroll already made his peace with never finding his mate. As he fell for the charming beta that presented for a sports network that he found himself watching more and more. Until her already lemonade-y scent shifted and everything fell into place.

Brooklyn Baby, Chelsea Girl -- Sugar Baby!reader or OC.

Susie Wolff x reader, Jenson Button x reader, Mark Webber x reader, Susie x Toto x Reader, multiple pairings.

Brooklyn Baby

A sugar baby gets involved with Australian driver, Mark Webber and gets caught up in his life as his dear friend and companion. She also cannot stop thinking about the older blonde woman that looks at her with hatred and disgust in her eyes because of her profession. Could be read as a Reader x Character due to the main character going unnamed. (Though this is a plot device on my end.) Includes Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Sergio Pérez, Lewis Hamilton, Vicky Piria, Nico Rosberg in the pairings.

[yourlocalqreator]

Masterlist

Call Of Duty

Hailey “Rose” Quinn

Paired with Simon “Ghost” Riley HER CONCEPT ART WIP

Moodboard

Fluff

Golden hour

Pink Roses Valentines Special

Isabella “Bell” Beaufort

Paired up with Russel Adler

Moodboard

Montgomery "Danger" Russo

Sofia “Berlin” Lopez

Coming Soon

Antonio “Pheniox” Castro Jr

Malakye “Kerosine” Dagler

Winter “Angel” Rosewood

All Playlist

Ghost X Rose

Bell X Adler

Rose’s Playlist

Isabella’s Playlist

Monty’s playlist

AU Stories

Call Of Duty: Deaths Mission

Book Cover and Plot

Prologue Chapter 1

Formula 1/2/3/4

Formula 1

Flora Castellanos

Paired up with Sergio Checo Perez Mendoza

Fluff

A New Driver

All Playlist

Flora Castellanos playlist

AU Stories

Bloody Domination

Belladonna

Highway To Oblivian

Assassin's Creed

Amara Khaldun

Paired Up With Bayek Of Siwa

All Stories

First Encounter

Saw

Taylor Jay Saider

Paired up with Lawrence Gordon

Top Gun Maverick

Azela "Acrobat" Varda

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