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ferrariregina · 7 months

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Charles Leclerc request

I hope to one day have it in me to make you as miserable as you've made me

misery on the fast lane | cl16 × reader

pairing: charles leclerc × reader

warning: angst, unedited, also lets act like charles won a gp recently okay? okay.

summary: mentioned above.

you are seated at home, the flickering flame of the candle throwing agitated shadows against the wall. outside, the night is dark and silent, the world seems to be as quiet as your heart. a single polaroid, nestled between a pile of books, catches your eye. it's you and charles. embraced in each others arms, grinning at the camera like idiots.

you miss him, you admit. the way his fingers would trace your skin, delicate and electrifying, the playful glint in his blue eyes, his terrible imitations of celebrities, and that contagious laughter. but the bitter poison of hurt and betrayal lingers stronger than the remnants of love.

he was not just anybody; charles was the fan-favourite driver. every time he'd leave, you would dread his impending return because it should have made you happy. instead, the fear of him losing his life on the racetrack made you miserable. the anxiety was unbearable, but he always returned with that exhilarating grin. until one day, he didn't.

he didn't crash. no, we were the ones who crashed and burned when he admitted having fallen for someone else.

"will you forgive me?" his last words left a bitter taste that you could not erase.

now, you fantasize about the payback. how would it feel to make him as miserable as he'd made you? there's a sick pleasure just imagining it. your heart, once full of love, is now brimming with vengeance.

the warmth he provided, the promise of countless tomorrows, all of it lost and unattainable now.

like a cruel joke or perhaps fate trying to mend your broken halves, you found yourself standing across charles at a bustling party one night. you watched him standing tall, sipping champagne, a captivating sight indeed. his eyes met yours across the sparkling crowd, with an emotion you couldn't fathom.

"hey," he greeted softly, as he moved closer. the effervescent laughter and congratulatory cheers for his recent victory seemed to drown out.

"charles," your greeting was soft-spoken, brimming with bittersweet nostalgia - but you were far from presenting an open book.

"you look…" he paused as if the words weighing him down. "you look beautiful."

"thank you" you replied, stiffening when he grazed your arm with his fingers, those familiar digits igniting an old flame.

"you know… I've missed you," he muttered, eyes pleading. you felt your heart stutter but the seed of vengeance watered, determined.

"that's strange," you replied, feigning naivety.

"I want you back," he declared, grip intensifying. "give me a chance. please."

every cell in your body cried out for his touch, for his promise of a tomorrow. but your pride screamed, insisting you not fall for his pleas. give him a taste of his own medicine, you reminded yourself. you chewed on your lip, hesitant, before releasing a gentle sigh.

"I'm sorry, charles," you replied, taking a step back. "that's not possible."

"b-but I miss you…" his plea embarrassingly desperate, making you wince, a pool of sorrow welling up inside. "can we try again? please?"

you laugh without humor, the sound harsh and louder than you intended. "you have some nerve, charles," you state, trying to wince back the tears threatening to fall.

"don't you miss what we had?" he asks almost pleading now.

you want to lash out, yell at him for what he did, but instead, you say, "what we had is past, charles. a closed chapter. "I still miss you," he says helplessly. suddenly the victorious f1 champion seemed to be nothing more than a broken man begging for forgiveness.

your eyes soften for a brief moment. you miss him too, yet the devout hope to make him feel your agony overpowers your longing for him. you yank your arm free and walk away, leaving him standing alone.

as you walk away, you find it difficult to determine whether you have become stronger or colder in fulfilling your hopes. but for now, you are satisfied, his piercing gaze burning into your back, mirroring the same misery he had inflicted on you.

a/n: I loved writing this, hope y'all enjoy reading.thanks for this request! requests are open!

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ferrariregina · 7 months

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dangerous liaisons | ln4 × sainz!reader

pairing: lando norris × sainz!reader

warning: 16+, implication of sex, slight mention of manipulation

summary: your brother, carlos didn't care about what you did at the paddock when accompanying him at his races as long as you stayed away from the drivers and their flirty antics. little did he know of your late-night rendezvous with his best friend, lando.

"stay out of trouble and stay away from the drivers," your elder brother carlos frequently muttered before dragging you to another one of his races. as long as you generally maintained a low profile, away from the impulsive pranks and flirtatious antics of the adrenaline-charged racers, he didn't care much about what you did at the paddock. carlos was confident about your sensible nature. little did he know, you had an affinity for bending the rules.

how ironic it was, that while he feared you falling for some ladies' man, you already had his best friend lando wrapped around your finger. funny, how he never noticed, not even when lando's eyes began following you around like a hawk watching its prey, or when his laughter rang out loudest at your jokes.

carlos, as much as you loved him, was just as clueless as any other old-fashioned protective sibling. the existence of your secret relationship with lando was something he probably couldn't even fathom.

after all, you and lando were experts at covering your tracks. the late-night rendezvous, those whispered conversations, the knowing smiles, and those oh-so-many incidents in lando's room before the race. carlos didn’t have a whiff.

just like a race car driver, you knew how to play with fire. manipulation was an art and you were an artist. the way you played lando, how you had him wrapped around your finger. he was completely unaware, thinking it was he who had the upper hand.

you grinned as you watched lando strut towards you from across the paddock. he stopped before he reached you, glancing surreptitiously at your unassuming brother before taking the final steps. your heart rate may have jumped just a bit.

"hey," lando dropped his voice to a whisper as he nudged you lightly with his elbow.

you smiled back at him casually as if nothing was going on. "hey yourself," you replied in an equally low voice.

carlos was nonchalant, busy ribbing one of the other drivers about a mistake he'd made in the last race. good old carlos. blind to the world around him.

"later okay?" lando murmured before he disappeared back into the crowd.

you simply nodded, knowing very well what he was insinuating. the adrenaline rush of the race, the shared dangerous secret, carlos blissfully ignorant of it all.

later, you found yourself in lando's room. amidst the smell of worn leather and motor oil, your heart fluttered erratically as he ran his fingers through your hair, his cerulean gaze fixed on you, filled with silent promises and unspoken words. the walls of the room, if they could talk, would recount a tale of burning desires and smothered moans. it was your refuge, a place where you defied your brother's rule, deeply woven into the sweet secrecy of your relationship with lando.

you found solace in the mischief of lando's smile and comfort in his musky scent during the intimate encounters in his room. in a world full of roaring engines, sweaty racers and heated competitions, you found your sanctuary in lando's mystifying gaze.

every race day, when carlos was obsessively engrossed in the mechanical symphony of engines, you and lando stole some more of these moments.

moments varying from quick pecks on the cheeks to passionate expressions of affection behind closed doors. somehow, carlos remained oblivious to the racing heartbeats and the unexplained disappearances.

perhaps his ignorance was a blessing in disguise. for though he was a good brother, he was also a fiercely protective one. such a revelation would surely set off an explosive reaction; maybe even affect his performance on the track or, worse, their friendship. but for now, you enjoyed living on the edge, a secret lover immersed in the adrenaline-soaked world of race tracks and high-speed romance.

for now, you reveled in the thrill of breaking rules and living life at your own pace, knowing full well that at some point, the race would have to end. and when it did, you hoped that the harsh reality wouldn’t shatter the beautiful illusion you lived in with lando.

a/n: the singaporegp made all the creative juices flow out of me hence these many content. can't promise I'll be posting this much after tomorrow but make sure to leave your opinions! I'm still open for requests!

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ferrariregina · 7 months

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little black dress pt.2 | mv1 × reader

pairing: max verstappen × reader

warning: nothing beside cuteness.

summary: former fear of best friend's brother max turns into unexpected love when you return to town, connecting in your friend's absence, sparking deep feelings.

part.1, part.2

as you drove back home with max, the atmosphere inside his car was electric. your words intertwined, creating a light and relaxed ambiance. max's soft voice matched the low hum of the midnight city, adding an unusual intimacy to the air. playful banter gradually transformed into flirty remarks, enveloping both of you in a warm, starry glow.

max pulled up in front of your apartment building, and the streetlight cast an orange hue on his face. your eyes locked, and a sense of anticipation hung in the air. "thank you for the ride," you say softly your gaze dropping to your hands.

"wait," max said, his intense gaze catching you off guard. you looked up, feeling slightly unsteady. to your utter surprise, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a brief, stolen kiss. it was soft, unexpected, and so warm. as you processed this delightful shock, he grinned at you, a devil-may-care twinkle in his eyes. his fingers slightly grazing the hem of your dress as a shiver runs down your spine.

chuckling at your reaction he gets down from the car to open your door. "you are staying this time, right?" a sad look in his eyes you've never seen before. you smile looking up at him, "I am staying."

stepping out under the pale moonlight, you still tingled from the unexpected but not entirely unwelcome surprise as he pressed a kiss on your lips again, savouring the taste this time. the intimidating max verstappen, whom you had known your whole life, was no longer a figure of childhood fear but a man of intrigue and unexpected surprises.

who would have thought that a night out at the club could turn into a memory of a lifetime? but then again, life does have its own curiously exciting ways of stirring the pot. or maybe you just had your little black dress to thank for catching his attention.

a/n: ehh so I hope this was good. leave in your opinions and my requests are open!

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ferrariregina · 7 months

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champagne kisses | cs55 × reader

pairing: carlos sainz jr x reader

warning: none just pure cuteness, oh just that oc cries. a lot.

summary: after carlos wins the singapore grand prix the first thing he does is run into your arms

the checkered flag signifying the end of the race waved frantically in the wind as carlos crossed the finish line first. your heart pounded against your chest, mind exploding with euphoria. he had won, he had actually won the singapore grand prix! the cheers were deafening, the applause thunderous, but all you could hear was a melody of his dreams finally turning into reality.

tears of joy rolled down your cheeks, subtly blending with the sweat beads that had formed due to the humid singapore weather. you wiped them quickly as if stashing away precious pearls. seeing carlos win was an emotion that words fail to fully capture. it was happiness and relief in the rawest form, a testament to relentless passion, hard work, and an unyielding belief in your dreams.

carlos gracefully descended from his car, his hands raised in victory and his face beaming with pride. his eyes scanned the frenzied crowd, eventually finding your ecstatic and teary one. he ran straight towards the barricades, manoeuvring through his team members who understood who he was looking for. with a gentle push from them, you moved towards the front, your heart pounding like a wild drum.

the world around you became a blur as he shifted his helmet. leaning forward, he removed a stray hair stuck on your lips. his eyes shone brighter than the singaporean lights as he planted a triumphant kiss on your lips making the crowd around you erupt into fresh cheers.

underneath those night lights, with the taste of victory sweet on your lips and carlos' laughter ringing in your ears, you savoured the feeling of unadulterated happiness.

hoisting the trophy above his head, his face broke into a radiant smile, one that lights up the night brighter than the floodlights around the circuit.

and then, as a bottle of champagne is handed over to him, carlos does something that steals your breath away. shaking the bottle high, he pops the cork emphatically. champagne sprays in a golden mist, anointing the triumphant podium while a cheer erupts from the crowd. a moment of deliberate pause, he turns towards you.

with a devilish grin, carlos catches your eye, pointing the champagne bottle in your direction. lifting it to his lips, he takes a pull from the celebrating bottle and then directs the streaming alcohol toward the gleaming podium. he winks, a private celebration of yours own.

a camera zooms on you as you stand amidst the crowd, your face landing a punch of joy, a warm flush creeping up your cheeks. a laugh bubbles from you, choked between tears and giggles. he has won, and he wants the world to know who he is sharing his victory with. lifting your hand to your lips you blow him a kiss. his eyes sparkle with joy and triumph as he continues his champagne shower.

that night, under the gleaming floodlights of marina bay, with the taste of tears and champagne on your lips, you share a victory. embracing each other in the raw emotion, the gloating joy seeps through you.

getting down the podium he runs towards you again, picking you up he places another kiss but this one much more passionate. a kiss that made you go to heaven and back.

p.s.this picture of carlos did something very unholy to me;)

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ferrariregina · 8 months

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little black dress pt.1 | mv1 × reader

pairing: max verstappen × reader

warning: alcohol consumption, not proofread, unedited, club scenes

summary: former fear of best friend's brother max turns into unexpected love when you return to town, connecting in your friend's absence, sparking deep feelings.

part 1, part 2

your eyes roamed around the dance floor, looking at the people dancing their nights away. some grinding on each other, some just being themselves.

a smile creeps up on your face as you watch your best friend victoria dancing with her man, having a night away from her precious boys.

sipping on your drink you get occupied with people watching. you've always been the quiet type who loved observing in any setting, even at the club.

"y/n come on! we are here for you today get on here!" vic drags you onto the dance floor. "welcome back babe! I missed you so much!" she screams over the loud music dancing along with it making you break out in your moves.

oh, yes you might be shy but you know your way around the nightlife. throwing your head back, and rolling your hips to the music you let yourself go like no one was watching.

except there max was, leaning against the bar watching you dance in that little black dress of yours.

it took him a while to recognize you. the last time he saw you, you were still a teenager who was dead scared of him from the day his sister first introduced you both.

looking at you now all max could see was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. he watched you and his sister dance around, laughing and enjoying the night.

you sat to have a drink leaving vic and tom alone for a while unaware of your best friend's brother's presence in the club.

"still scared of me schatje?" a low voice startled you making you almost stumble off your seat.

"jesus! you scared me!" you screamed looking back at to see max. "i was never scared of you max. stop with it," you playfully hit his chest. although young you were scared of him for some unknown reason you would never admit it.

"glad to see you back in town y/n, vic missed you a lot," he said moving a strand of hair out of your face.

"i missed her too-" your eyes went to the dance floor only to see no sign of the lovebirds. "did they just ditch me?" you let out a laugh looking at max.

"you're surprised?" he asks standing up and gesturing you to follow him. "honestly?no. not like it's the first time." you shrug following him.

your heels clicked on the pavement as you followed him to the parking lot. he led you to his car, opening the door "drop a text to vic, I'm dropping you off at your place."

a/n: brainstormed three nights and came up with this. can't promise that part 2 will come soon butttt I promise it'll be better than this one. enjoy this till then!

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ferrariregina · 8 months

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wine stain | cs55 × leclerc!reader × pg10

pairing: carlos sainz jr x leclerc!reader × fiance!pierre gasly

warning: 18+, cheating(in no way or form do I support cheating),slight smut, unedited writing, not proofread, first time writer.

summary:childhood sweethearts separated when carlos married his pregnant best friend. later, you were set to marry pierre, your brother's best friend. but, on your engagement night, you reunite with carlos, stirring up old feelings and complicating your future with pierre.

flushed face, eyes dilated, your styled hair in a beautiful mess down your back. anyone who saw you could only see how well fucked you looked.

your friends giggled while exiting the washroom to let you touch up, whispering how the engaged couple couldn't wait until they returned home.

you looked at your reflection in the mirror, aroused and ashamed. so ashamed you were afraid to face your fiance.

the sound of the door opening broke you out of your trance. you watched carlos enter, locking the door behind him.

"you left your ring," he said slowly walking towards you. your eyes went to your empty ring finger.

taking your hand in his, he slid the ring onto your finger without taking his eyes off your face. snatching your hand out of his, you turn to leave.

he quickly moves to stand between you and the door. "mi amor, look at me." he takes your chin in his hand, making you face him.

locking eyes you could feel all the emotions rushing through your body. crushing your lips on his, you pushed him into the door as tears started flowing down your face.

"no no, I can't-we can't." you cry out detaching yourself from carlos. "we shouldn't do this again" you wipe your face, eyes bloodshot, mascara stricks down your face.

placing a kiss on your neck he whispered, "we really shouldn't do this but tell me does he know about your sweet spots?" his fingers lingered on your neck. "does he know about the tattoo," slipping his hand under your dress he tapped on your lingerie line tattoo. "right here?"

closing your eyes, you bath into his lingering touches.

"tell me amor, does he make you feel like this?" he pushed you onto the countertop, bunching your dress up your waist he ripped your panties making you let out a hiss.

the atmosphere is charged with longing and desire as your bodies entwine. clothes fall to the floor as if shedding the barriers of the past, their noise muffled by the intensity of your connection.

a soft moan escapes your lips as carlos' mouth trails down your neck, igniting a fire within you. you clutch his dark hair with trembling fingers, surrendering to the forbidden love that has rekindled between you. the mirror fogs around you, an accomplice in your secret rendezvous.

the world vanishes as you lose yourselves in each other, pleasure coursing through your veins. whispers, gasps, and sighs intertwine with the rhythm of your bodies, building towards an all-consuming climax.

yet in the aftermath, as satisfaction mingles with regret, you can't help but question the consequences of your actions. the future you've built with pierre hangs by a thread, threatened by the weight of your betrayal. but in that stolen moment, as your bodies tremble and entwined, the forbidden allure proved too tempting to resist.

"we're stained," carlos murmurs between breaths, his voice heavy with regret.

you close your eyes, savoring the bittersweetness of your secret passion. you promise to yourself this is the end.

gathering yourself, you slip out of the bathroom and go to stand next to pierre with a fake smile plastered on your face.

"where were you? everyone was looking for you," he asks wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you closer.

"just touching up." you lie to his face as guilt eats you up inside.

"ah explains why you're glowing, mon cherie," kissing your neck pierre whispers sweet nothings as your eyes wander back to carlos who stands there leaning against a door looking at you both, as his wife walks towards him.

yeahhh okay i just wrote my first ever f1 fic and idk how I feel about it. make sure to leave your opinions down below.

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