#stella mini writez

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Daniel and morning head

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you really can't resist it. not when you wake up with your head on his chest, his arm thrown around your shoulders creating a cocoon of safety for you. as gently as you can, you wiggle down the bed and settle between daniel's legs, tugging his boxers down just enough to free his erection. he stirs in his sleep when your hand comes into contact with his cock, and you let a glob of saliva fall from your lips and onto your hand, easing the slide.

daniel's never been a heavy sleeper, and it comes in handy (heh) when you wake up a little extra turned on. take today, for example. when your lips come into contact with the tip of his cock, letting your tongue press against it just so, he fidgets once more, but this time you know he's close to waking up. as always, your hand that isn't stroking at the rest of his length reaches up his torso, and his own hand meets you halfway, lacing his fingers with yours. you remove yourself from his dick just long enough to whisper a soft "good morning, danny," before resuming your efforts, and he mumbles out something that seems like a similar greeting, but it's barely intelligible.

you have the strategy to bring daniel to the edge down to a t. after being in a relationship for years, one would hope so. you have the technique so perfected, in fact, that it's become second nature to you. danny's big. so big, in fact, that it's fairly difficult to take him all in your mouth. instead, you opt for letting your saliva (and his precum) drip out of your mouth and onto your hand which strokes what you can't take into your mouth. you focus your attention on working magic with your tongue, and the grunts and moans that tumble past danny's lips are music to your ears.

before long, though, the moans turn slightly more coherent, murmurs of "oh, baby, i'm close" and "fuck, darling, just like that." his comments only make you double your efforts, and it isn't long before he's cumming down your throat and you gladly swallow every drop. when you climb back up his torso, leaving soft kisses in your wake, and finally, finally, connect your lips to his, danny smiles when he can taste his own cum in your mouth.

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Flustering Max with kisses

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i can just imagine max yapping endlessly about literally anything (the term maxsplaining doesn't exist without a reason)

he's initially a little confused because why the fuck are you kissing me right now i'm trying to explain what the new regulations mean

once he realizes you don't expect anything in return and are just kissing and biting at his neck for the hell of it and because he's max and why the fuck wouldn't you want to kiss him 24/7, he just keeps yapping (as one does)

but you get really adventurous- hands start roaming up his shirt and along his skin and you bring your body closer to his

that's when his brain starts to short circuit and he loses his train of thought and it's the cutest thing ever

"and even with the cars being a lot lighter and smaller, i'm not sure how tight the racing will- ah- how tight it will- ah, fuck, schatje-"

"what were you saying, max?"

"shut up"

he's beet red (and very, very hard) when you pull away and it has to be the funniest thing ever omg

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sharing a bed for the first time with Lando

this is such fluffy bullshit i love it (with a little bit of angst bc i couldn't help myself.) this one is also a little bit short but EEEEEH i still like it hehe

"lando?" your hands quake with anxiety and your stomach sinks. your bare feet almost freeze on the cold tile of lando's apartment. you can hear his soft snores coming from his bedroom, guiding you to safety like the north star did for sailors. eventually, your hand on the walls helps you find his doorway, and you smile faintly when you realize he left it open. "lando?" you say again, a bit louder this time, but his snores stop.

"hmm?"

"lan, i had a nightmare. don't think i'll be able to sleep again."

"c'mere, princess. i've got you." in the miniscule amount of light filtering through his windows, you're able to see his arms open, his body outstretched on the bed. are you really about to do this? yeah, your feelings for him are nothing if not obvious, and you're terrified of losing the friendship you have with him it it means you take the risk of making a move on him, even if you're almost certain that the feelings are reciprocated. are you really about to risk your friendship with him over a silly nightmare? "you gonna stand there or are you gonna come here and let me help you?"

and, fuck, if his voice alone doesn't make you question your morals, you don't know what will. without hesitation, you step into his bedroom and lay down with him. lando's arms wrap around your shoulders, and his signature scent envelops you and soothes your nerves like a healing balm. you sigh deeply, immediately relaxing into his hold. why haven't you done this sooner? sure, you're just casually sharing a bed with your best friend in the entire world, but, wow, his presence is so much more soothing than any massage or day at the spa that you've ever experienced.

and then you're deeper in sleep than you've ever been, safe in lando's arms.

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I said no touching with Lewis

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the bass of the music rattles your bones, and your head pounds with the heat of the club, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

since you've gotten here, seven people have offered to buy you drinks, all of which you've declined.

not like lewis is counting.

you're flowing freely with the music, and you're positive your legs will be absolutely killing you tomorrow, but frankly, with the way lewis is looking at you from across the club, you couldn't care less. he looks hungry. eventually, you make your way over to him, a sly smile on your face because you know exactly what he's going to try to do. he's going to lean forward, snake an arm around your waist, and pull you close to his side.

when he goes for the move, though, you slip away and shake your head, turning to look at him. "i said no touching, lewis. you know this. be good."

"i hate you," he mutters.

"nah."

hours later, you have to repeat the same sentence. you're straddling lewis' thighs, pressing gentle kisses all along his neck, at each exact point that you know makes him shiver. his hands grip the duvet cover below him, and it makes you grin when you can feel him flinch, wanting so desperately to feel your skin beneath his palms, but resists.

"mm, now that i think about it, i'm pretty tired. maybe i can get you off just like this. what do you think? can you be good and stay still for me?" lewis nods, not daring letting his lips part for fear of incomprehensible pleas never stopping. "use your words, lewis."

"yes, i'll be good. i'll stay still, i promise."

"good boy." you lean down, press a gentle kiss to his lips, and begin grinding your hips against his bulge. moans immediately tumble past his lips and into your own, and you happily swallow every noise he makes. your fingers thread through his braids, each gap between your digits finding two or three braids each and pull. the moan that rips itself from lewis' throat is sinful, and you need more. your tongue tangles with his, and the whines and quiet moans coming from lewis indicate that he's getting close to his own orgasm, and his brain is so fogged over with lust that he hardly processes your next words. "you can move, lewis."

"hm?"

"you can move. but still, no touching keeps your hands down."

lewis is barely able to get out a breathy "fuck, thank you" before his hips roll up, matching your own movements, and the two of you groan in unison at the new stimulation. you both continue like that for a few minutes before you're clawing at lewis' back and cumming with a shout, lewis following you not long after. the two of you take a few minutes to catch your breath and let your muscles relax, simply basking in the silence for a few more minutes, but, before long, it's you who speaks up first.

"you need a shower?"

"only if you remove this stupid 'no touching' rule."

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Charles Leclerc + hands itching their way up thighs during drive

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it's always been obvious that you have a thing for charles' hands. they're pretty and well-maintained and just slightly bigger than yours, and you'd be lying if the sight of them doesn't do some things to you.

the two of you have been dancing around whatever awkward friends-with-benefits-but-nobody-can-tell-if-they're-really-still-just-friends-or-if-they're-in-love-and-don't-know-it-yet thing is going on in your relationship, and you're almost positive that today is going to be no different. you were laying in his apartment, watching a movie and contemplating what to have for dinner, when he asked if you wanted to go for a drive.

who would you be to decline?

so here you are, sitting in a car that probably costs more than your entire salary, charles' hand on your thigh as he drives one-handed through the streets of monaco and out to the french countryside. he must know what he's doing to you, because his hand is slowly inching its way up your thigh and is getting too close to the edge of your shorts to be innocent.

"charles."

"hm?" he doesn't take his eyes off of the road, but as you eye his side profile, you swear you can see the distinct shape of a smirk on his lips.

"stop teasing."

"what do you mean?"

"don't play dumb. if you want to fuck me, just say so." your forwardness catches charles off guard- his eyes widen and the smirk falls off of his face. "gotcha."

"alright, fine. if that's what you want, i guess i can fuck you. is that what you need? you need my cock inside of you that badly that you can't even wait half an hour until we get to dinner. you're so needy, cherí." this time, you're the one caught off guard, and moments later, you're straddling his thighs, your faces mere inches apart. "aw, no bratty comments now? of course. you're just so dumb for my cock, darling. it's all you need, isn't it?" his words turn your brain to mush, and the only response you can muster is nodding dumbly.

when you sit down at the restaurant charles has chosen, you can still feel the remaining pain from his grip on your hips, and his cum stains your underwear.

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Please Max Verstappen and You look so good baby

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"i don't know if this dress fits me right," you say, turning around and inspecting your reflection in the full-sized mirror. "does it look weird around my hips? should i wear a different dress tonight?"

"you look so good, baby, but if it were up to me, you wouldn't be wearing it at all. you wouldn't be wearing anything, in fact." ah, yes. there he is. classic max verstappen. blunt and absolutely unafraid of saying what's on his mind.

"how about you get what you want?" you fire back. "how about we... skip this event..." you straddle his hips where he's sitting in the chair of the hotel room, settling your forearms on his shoulders. "and just stay here tonight?"

"as much as i would like to take you up on that offer," max purrs, leaning forward and pressing gentle kisses to your exposed neck and collarbones, "we do need to go tonight." he smiles against your skin when you groan in annoyance before gently nipping at your collarbone. he really is like a cat.

"then how about you take this dress off and fuck me?" you don't get a verbal response, instead yelping in surprise when max stands, his thighs tensing beneath you, and picks you up by your ass before setting you on the bed, shoving the form-fitting dress up so that it bunches at your waist, and pulling your panties down.

"i'll be keeping these tonight." before you can protest, your lace panties are shoved into his pocket, and you huff with frustration.

"c'mon, maxie. need you."

"i can tell." you stare at the ceiling while he unbuckles his belt and pulls his dress pants down his thighs just enough so that it's at least somewhat comfortable. by the time he's fucking into you, your legs are wrapped around his waist and your head is thrown back in extacy.

you definitely aren't making it to that event on time.

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for the love of all things good and holy, let me take care of you + Oscar

yes yes everything about this

of course your period had to start today. of all the days it could've started, it's the wednesday before oscar's home race. you'd been staying with chris and nicole, oscar's parents, since jeddah, and you've since learned why oscar behaves the way he does. why he's so kind, always willing to drop everything if you're struggling, why he remembers all of the small details about you.

why he knows exactly when your period will start.

of course, the heaviest days of your period are right in the middle of the weekend.

you groan as you stand, your cramps making moving any part of your body nearly impossible. oscar had left a few hours ago for the paddock, having strategy meetings and pr duties to attend to.

"thank fuck for prescription painkillers," you mumble, popping two pills into your mouth and downing them with a swig from your water bottle. they'll take about half an hour to kick in, but after having ridiculously painful periods for the past thirteen years, you have a routine. music, outfit, makeup, hair, breakfast... anything to distract yourself. by the time you arrive at the paddock, the medications have kicked in and the boiling agony has been reduced to a simmering throb. you can mask your pain, though.

"baby..." the disappointed look oscar gives you breaks your heart, and you already know why he's pissed at you. he'd made you swear to take care of yourself over the weekend, to not leave your bed until sunday. until race day.

"i'm okay, osc. i took my meds and i'm feeling better."

"baby, you were supposed to take care of yourself."

"i am taking care of myself. i have extra meds of multiple kinds-" you emphasize, raising your eyebrows and putting a finger to his lips before he starts complaining. "and i have my pillow. i'll be okay."

you were not, in fact, okay.

your cramps come back in full swing just four hours later, and you're doubled over in oscar's driver's room in the mclaren hospitality trying your hardest not to puke from the pain. when he walks in and sees you, he's on his knees holding you.

"what did i tell you?" he murmurs. "you need to take care of yourself, and if you won't, then i will."

"oscar, i'm telling you, i'll be fine. focus on racing."

"baby, you know i love you to the moon and back, so please, for the love of all things good and holy, let me take care of you."

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One with Lewis and action 9?! This man’s jewelry is top tier so any SO of his would have the same!

yes absolutely i can't believe i haven't gotten this one requested yet AAAAH

it's silverstone. it's his home race. of course you're going to put a little bit more effort into your appearance. sure, you always put effort into how you look before you make any sort of public appearance because the one you're making said public appearance with is the one and only sir lewis hamilton. no big deal.

"you think i look presentable enough?" you do a small spin for him, your violet converse squeaking quietly on the tile floor and your hair tossing slightly over your shoulder as you halt. lewis looks up from fiddling with his watch, his eyes skimming you once, up and down your body, and he immediately smiles so much you can see the stars in his eyes. today, he sports a navy blue tommy hilfiger rain jacket and his signature baggy pants.

"oh, darling, you look absolutely stellar. you always do." he approaches you, holding his wrist out to you. "can you clip me?"

"absolutely. you look amazing, too, y'know. as always," you add as you slip the strap of his watch through the metal clasps, smiling up at him and briefly kissing him sweetly. when you pull back, his eyes flick down to your chest (as usual,) and you hook your right pointer finger under his chin. "lew... my eyes are up here."

"your necklace..." he repeats with equal cadence as you just had, "is twisted." his hands reach up towards your chest, gently pinching the pendant between his thumb and pointer finger and moving the chain so that the clasp rests on your spine. the fact that he treats you with the utmost care and kindness makes your heart melt, and you can't help but kiss him once more, a smile on your face. lewis' hands gently rest the chain on your collarbones and ensure that the pendant rests perfectly between your breasts, making sure that everyone knows whose guest you are (despite the entire internet knowing damn well that you've been with lewis for the past year and a half.) "your tits look fantastic, too, though."

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Carlos and quote 13

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you really shouldn't be doing this.

you really shouldn't be at his house again, moaning his name as he fucks into you better than anyone could ever fuck you, making sure your hips are bruised and your body is sore the next day.

yet here you are.

"oh, fuck, carlos, please!"

"what is it? what do you want from me?" his left hand holds both of yours above your head, both wrists contained with his own large palm, and his right kneads at your breasts while his hips fuck into you ruthlessly. "or are you too dumb from my cock to know?"

"need to cum," you nearly sob, the pleasure and pain making tears form in the corners of your eyes.

"so do it," carlos replies, his hand leaving your breast and immediately finding your clit, rubbing the tight circles he knows gets you off almost immediately. within seconds, you cum with a cry of his name, your shoulders burning as they fight to pull your arms from his grasp. when he mercifully releases your wrists, your hands immediately fly to grip at his broad shoulders to ground yourself through your orgasm. the sound of you moaning his name and spasming around him sends carlos into his own orgasm, and you fall limp at the feeling of his cum warming you from the inside.

eventually, carlos pulls out of you as gently as he can, and you gasp at the overstimulation and the feeling of both of your fluids seeping out of you before he gently presses them back in with two fingers. "i'll be right back, okay? i'm gonna go get a towel to get you cleaned up." your heart stirs once more at the immediate change of demeanor, the harsh and almost ruthless attitude giving way to a much more gentle and caring side of him. when he comes back, warm washcloth in hand, carlos can't help but smile at your closed eyes and blissed-out expression, knowing that he's the only one who can fuck you this thoroughly. you don't startle when he gently wipes at your inner thighs and does his best to clean you of any sweat, folding the washcloth so that only a fresh part touches your skin. after throwing the washcloth into his hamper, he settles into the sheets with you, eyes widening when you lift yourself on top of him and begin gently rubbing yourself on his strong thighs.

"still?" you hum quietly in false confusion, holding his forearms tight in your grip. "you're still needy? oh, cariño, i just fucked you."

"i haven't seen you in a month," you quip without halting your movements. "it's not my fault you can fuck me better than anyone ever has and ever will."

"so you admit it."

"just shut up and fuck me already."

little author's note on this one! i really enjoyed writing this blurb, so if you guys want to see more of this dynamic and maybe how their relationship came to be, let me know! my asks are always open <3

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OSCAR AND ACTION 2 !! POLITE OSCAT !! IM A FIEND >:D

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this one's a bit long because it's for victoria my beloved <3 love you bestie

the melbourne sun shines through the windows, and you slowly open your eyes, smiling when you're met with a familiar sight. your sleep-stiff hands reach up to gently move oscar's hair away from his face, the brown locks still somehow maintaining the annoyingly perfect swoop even in his sleep. he's beautiful. your legs are tangled with his below the sheets, the t-shirt you'd thrown on before falling asleep smells like him, and you don't have a care in the world thanks to the f1 winter break being in full swing.

oscar's eyebrows twitch when your fingertips accidentally brush his cheekbone, and he inhales deeply as he shifts. he groans, slowly opening his eyes and smiling at you sleepily. "good morning, baby," he says, his scratchy and deep morning voice setting off alarms in your brain.

"good morning, osc," you reply with a smile, wiggling your way up to press a kiss to his lips, but groan a bit when your thighs press together and the bruises that oscar had bitten into the soft meat of your legs the night before. the pain sets off more alarms in your brain, and you feel heat pooling in your tummy. "do we have anything going on today?"

"not that I'm aware of. why, do you have something up your sleeve that I'm unaware of?" you grin and shake your head, untangling your legs from him and stretching out your stiff muscles. oscar, realizing that he's stiff as well, mirrors you, stretching his entire body in a way that reminds you of the memes you're seen on twitter and tiktok comparing him to a polite cat. every time you've woken up with oscar, he's always stretched in the same way: he rolls onto his back, reaches his arms over his head, (holy muscles, wow,) and presses at the headboard to find some resistance for his torso to elongate. the groan that rumbles from his chest and out of his mouth as his eyes scrunch closed reminds you of how he'd looked the right before, his hands grabbing desperately at your hips, less so to guide you and more to ground himself, as you rocked your hips against him and filled you up so perfectly. "you alright, baby?" you whine in response, burying your face in his bicep before your invasive thoughts win and you bite down. hard.

you were expecting oscar to yelp or shore you off or maybe even laugh- your oral fixation is no surprise, and it's the reason oscar has a baby teeter in his backpack. what you weren't expecting, however, was for him to moan.

"scar?"

"fuck, baby, do that again, please." who would you be to refuse when he asked so nicely?so you bite down again, this time on a different part of his bicep you've careful to not bite hard enough for it to bruise but still add enough pressure to provide oscar some pleasure. the sounds he's making would be sinful normally, but with the addition of his sleep-deepened voice, you can't help but heave yourself up so that you're straddling oscar's hips the way you were last night.

oh.

he's hard.

"oscar," you mumble between bites, this time on his thick neck, "need you inside me. please."

"yeah." oscar nods below you, his breath heavy and his hips already wiggling beneath your cunt, seeking any friction they can get. "yeah. wanna fuck you" moments later, oscar's t-shirt is shoved up to your armpits and his mouth is attached to your right nipple as his hand grasps at your left breast and his hips thrust in and out of you at a perfectly lazy and unhurried pace. his cam from last night forms a milky ring around the base of his cock, and when oscar looks down to where you've joined and sees that, he thinks his heart stops a little bit.

"osc..." he's pulled back to reality by the feeling of your legs around his waist and the sounds of your high-pitched whines, sounding so perfectly fucked-out.

"yeah? what's up, baby? you okay?" he slows his pace momentarily and you almost sob, the loss of stimulation nearly painful.

"'m okay, just... so close. need to cum, please, oscar, please, can i cum?"

"yeah, baby. cum for me." oscar's fingers find your clit, and the combination of the added stimulation and his sleepy voice mumbling praises into your ear as he follows you into his own orgasm has you unable to form a single coherent thought, the only thing in your mind screaming "oscar, oscar, oscar."

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Hey love! I see you’ve been bombarded with Fernando requests, so if you’d rather not do this one I really don’t mind 🖤

But if possible, could I request Fernando with quote 15?

Thank youuu

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this one's a bit of a crack fic at the end because i'm exhausted and it's 1:14 am and i have covid so i went a bit off the rails WHEEEEEEEEE

the mid-season summer break means free time, which often means travel. travel often means a lot of time alone, away from other people. time alone often means a lot of sex.

so here you find yourself, straddling fernando's thighs, his cock deep inside of you, and your lips attached to his. sure, your thighs burn from riding him and your hips bear bruises from his fingertips, but you wouldn't have it any other way. it seems that he can tell your legs are giving up, though, because he flips you over and you yelp in surprise before laughing. "a warning next time?"

"maybe." what you don't get a warning for, however, is the ruthless pace he begins, fucking into you without an ounce of mercy. you clap a hand over your mouth, worried about the neighboring hotel rooms filing yet another noise complaint, but fernando won't be having any of that. his hand reaches up, fingers encircling your wrist, and you provide little resistance when he tugs your hand away. "open that pretty mouth for me. i want to hear every beautiful noise you make, amor." his words only spur you on, and your hands instead grasp at his strong shoulders, searching for somewhere to ground yourself from the heavenly feeling you're getting from fernando's cock hitting every spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

you're too drunk on him to notice his hand slipping down to where you're joined, but when his fingers work deft circles over your clit, you're done for. you can't warn him before you're cumming hard, your back arching off of the bed and cunt tightening around him, which in turn makes fernando cum, too, warm ropes of white painting your insides.

when you come back to your body, you first register fernando's voice murmuring something in your ear. when you hum quietly, letting you know you've regained consciousness, he smiles against the skin of your neck, resuming what he was saying.

"you're so good to me, baby. te amo."

"te amo también, fernando. te amo más que al mundo." (i love you, too, fernando. i love you more than the world.)

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Could you write one with Lewis and action 4?! Please!

UGH THIS ONE IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT.

"lewis..." you groan, a smile playing at your lips despite the mild annoyance in your voice. your shared apartment is dimly lit, candles set on the countertops and a vase of purple and red tulips sits amongst them. "what are you up to this time?"

"is it a crime to want to take care of my girl?" he comes around the corner, grinning like an absolute idiot. "it's finally summer break, the season is looking good, can i not spend some time with the woman i love?" his outfit is unfairly pretty as he walks confidently towards you, tugging the strap of your purse off of your shoulder and setting it on the couch to your right.

"i guess not, but a little warning would be nice so that i can mentally prepare myself." you can't stop smiling as lewis wraps his arms around your waist and you set your own on top of his shoulders. "this is nice, though. just the two of us, no one around to bother us, without a care in the world. no races to worry about, no interviews to prep for... absolutely nothing."

"well, then, if it's an option, i'd love to spend some time with you." he leans in, kissing you slowly. it's a kiss so sweet you swear you can feel your teeth rotting, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"it is most definitely an option," you murmur, breaking away from the kiss for just a moment and, when you do, you catch a glimpse of his face, and you can't help but chuckle. he looks completely and absolutely dumbstruck with love, his eyes fluttered closed and his head thrown back. you can't help but ghost your lips across the cursive ink on his neck reading "god is love," and it makes lewis sigh. you've always loved his tattoos. some people say that they don't get tattoos because they don't want to mess with perfection, but you see lewis' tattoos and piercings as an enhancement of his natural beauty.

somehow, you've begun to sway slowly, your head resting on his shoulder and your arms around his ribs, his own holding you close around your waist. lewis takes that as the cue to press play on his phone and set it on the couch next to your purse, and you smile so much it almost hurts when you hear the opening notes of "it's been a long, long time" by kitty kallen and henry james play.

"really? slow dancing in the kitchen?" you pull back from his shoulder, looking at him with an expression somewhere between half-assed outrage and absolute adoration. "you, sir lewis hamilton, are such a sap."

"only for you, darling."

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could you do making matching bracelets with charles leclerc please?

i absolutely can <3 not gonna lie writing this one made me feel especially single LMAO anyways enjoy!

"no, baby, you fold it over that way and then hold this string, then pull with the other-" how your boyfriend could navigate a steering wheel with ever-increasing complexity and way too many buttons and switches to count and yet struggle to make a simple friendship bracelet astounded you.

"like this?" charles attempts to recreate what you just showed him with your own strings, your scarlet and baby blue knots much more neat than his own.

"close. so make the four. yep, just like that," you say, guiding him through the steps for what feels like the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes. "then pull that same string down, around, and through the four you just made. yeah, perfect. now pull on the blue string up and to your left. just like that. now do that again, then switch to the purple string to the right of the one you just tied on." charles follows your instructions, beaming up at you when he gets it right.

"did i do it right?"

"yeah, you did! now do it for the rest of the strings on the row, and i'll show you how to start the next one." the two of you resume working on your own bracelets, your fingers working much faster than his own thanks to your experience with making these for almost every single one of your friends throughout middle and high school. when you finish your own row and look up at him, your heart soars. charles' eyebrows are scrunched and his tongue barely pokes out of his mouth in concentration, and it's the cutest thing you've seen in your entire life.

"okay, i finished it. what do i do now?"

"do the same thing, but this time, start with the purple onto the red." charles follows your instructions, and eventually figures out the pattern, completing it on his own. your smiles match when you tie excessive amounts of overhand knots with the embroidery string onto each other's wrists, a wordless declaration of your love.

the press only figure out where you got your bracelet when they see charles' own in a post-race interview.

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Rusell x quote 14

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who would've thought that you would be seeing george's race win graphic this weekend?

sure as hell not you, that's for damn sure.

yet here you are, happy tears running down your face as you cheer from parc fermé as george climbs out of his car and pumps his fist in joy and, of course, recreating his iconic intro pose from last year. before he's swept away to the cooldown room, you find him in the hallways and hug him tight, pressing a firm kiss to his lips and hope that he can feel how much joy and pride you're feeling for him.

"i love you, george."

"i love you, too," he says, murmured into your forehead before he presses one last kiss there before heading into the cooldown room where carlos and oscar await him.

after the podium, though, you beat him back to his driver's room and are able to greet him after his media duties. george can barely close the door before you're pressing him against it, kissing him like you haven't seen him in years. when you finally separate from him, your foreheads remaining pressed together and your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, you smile up at him. "i'm so proud of you, baby. can i, uh... can i suck you off?"

"you're going to kill me one of these days."

"is that a yes?"

"of course it's a yes, love." you chuckle and kiss him again, your hands making their way up to unzip his race suit and shuck it off of his arms. you're drunk on george's kisses, and when he moves you over to the couch and sits down, shoving his race suit off of his legs and kicking his boots to the side, you settle on your knees between his legs. as eager as you are to get him in your mouth, to make him feel good, you know that it's fun to tease him. so, instead of rushing through pulling his fireproofs down and sucking him off as quickly as you can, you instead work tantalizingly slowly, working your hands along his strong thighs and over the tent forming in his dark fireproofs.

"eager, aren't we?"

"that's my line."

"not today, it's not. c'mon, up." you tap your fingers against his hip, and he obediently lifts his hips off of the couch just enough to pull the waistband of his fireproofs and boxers down to his thighs, and...

fuck.

you barely have the patience to pull his fireproofs and boxers down to his ankles before you're leaning forward and taking him into your mouth, not even bothering to tease anymore. your hand makes up for what you can't take into your throat, but it doesn't matter to george because you just feel so good around him, and he makes that very well known. despite the thin walls of the mercedes motorhome providing very little soundproofing (a lesson you'd learned when you walked out of his room and saw a very flustered lewis,) george is moaning openly, and you'd be lying if it doesn't turn you on.

"that's so good, baby. fuck, just like that," he moans, and you double your efforts, letting saliva drip from the corners of your mouth onto his cock and humming happily when his fingers make their way into your hair, guiding you just the way he likes it. "oh, fuck, i'm close. where- where do you want me to cum?" another hum from you answers the question, and the vibrations from your throat are just enough to send george over the edge, cumming down your throat with a groan, his head thrown back in bliss. after you're done cleaning him off as gently as you can and swallow down the remaining cum, you climb back up and tilt george's head back to look at you with a gentle hand on his jaw.

"i love you, george."

[mxstellatayte]

Bottas and cockwarming?

nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!

there's only one thing you hate about the winter break more than not being able to see the pure joy that fills valtteri when he's about to get in a race car, and it's the cold.

fuck the finnish winters.

the cold seeps into your bones, and there's only one way you've been able to remedy it, so it's become your tried-and-true method.

"val?"

"hm?" he's somewhere in the house, close enough to hear your call, but far enough that you can hear the walls and obstacles his voice has to pass to reach you.

"i'm cold."

"where are you?"

"couch." it isn't long before you hear his footsteps behind you, one headphone shoved backwards and the xbox controller clicking away in your hands. you pause your game, tilt your head back, and smile blissfully as his hand runs through your hair. "hi."

"hi, baby. a little birdy told me you're cold again?" when you nod, he clicks his tongue in false annoyance, but walks around the couch before sitting down next to you, spreading the blanket that's tucked over your legs over his own. you shift so that you're tucked against his side and unplug the headphones from the controller, opting instead to use the tv's speakers instead. you soon notice that valtteri is gently rubbing circles on your thigh, and can't help but smile slightly shyly. you turn your game off and kiss valtteri gently, smiling when he doesn't make any move to push you farther.

"you ready for me?" he nods, and you smile again, leaning in for another kiss, after which valtteri lays down and motions for you to do the same. after ensuring that you'll both be sufficiently covered by the plush blanket, you shuffle down so that your back is pressed against valtteri's chest and shimmy your sweatpants down so that they're just below your ass. it's momentarily way too cold for your preference, but once valtteri pushes his cock into you, deliciously slowly and perfectly filling you up once he bottoms out, you're immediately filled with an incomparable warmth.

eventually, you both fall fast asleep, close to each other and content.

[mxstellatayte]

Could you do 8. Fernando Alonso with wife reader actions #10 but she was the one who were hurt? Thanks!! :))

i do kinda have to do this one with nando being hurt bc it was from a crash but here's some wifed up fernando alonso hurt/comfort :) it's based off of the 2016 australia crash btw

your heart hasn't stopped pounding since you saw the crash. he was going for an overtake past gutierrez and mistimed it, snatching off his front wheel and sending him hurtling through the air. the short amount of time it takes him to get out of the car is too much, even with the confirmation from the radio that he's okay. the wedding and engagement rings around your finger suddenly seem to weigh ten kilograms each, and your fingers lace together as you attempt to watch the screen above you through the tears in your eyes. "not like this, no, por favor, diós, not like this." finally, he climbs out of the car, bracing his hands on his knees as gutierrez jogs over to him through the gravel. he's okay. he'll be okay. he might need some time, but he'll be okay.

when he returns to the garage following his checkup in the medical center, you try your hardest not to barrel into him at full force. "don't ever do that to me again," you say, your voice quivering as you almost bury yourself into his body, your arms tight around him and his own holding you close, yet another reminder that he's okay.

"i'll do my best, amor. i promise." he presses a gentle kiss to your hair, and a few tears squeeze their way out of your eyes, but he's quick to wipe them away.

by the time you return to your hotel room, you've picked up some pain relief cream and melatonin in hopes that it'll help the soreness in his neck, shoulders, and upper back at least a little bit. the melatonin is more for yourself, because god only knows that you can't sleep well when he's in pain. you all but order fernando into the bed, changing the ice pack on his shoulders for another one the doctors had sent you back with. having to see the bruising already begin, blue and violet splotches littering his lower neck and upper back, makes your stomach twist, but you take a breath to steady yourself and remind yourself that he's still here. he's okay.

"i love you," he says, tilting his head up as best as he can without wincing in pain. "i love you so, so much."

"i love you, too, fernando." you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his lips, fearful of causing him any more pain than what he was already experiencing.

"i knew i married the right one." his comment makes you smile, his left hand coming up to gently hold your arm, and the smooth metal form his own wedding band is warm against your skin, a unique and gentle texture as opposed to the worn and calloused fingertips.

over the course of the next few days, you help him recover, changing the ice pads out for icyhot cream and gentle massages after two days and doing your best to keep the blood moving through the area. in fact, you're so diligent in your duties that, when the two of you show up almost a month later for the chinese grand prix, almost every single physio on the grid is completely shocked at how much he's healed, given how serious his crash was.

what you don't see is fernando beaming with pride. that's his girl. that's you.