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charlando · 2 months
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Boyfriends behavior
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f1-birb · 4 months
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a little f1 fc au for @geooooooorge
Charles isn't jealous.
No matter what Pierre says, he's not.
Sure, there's a tiny part of him that burns whenever he sees Lando all over their teammates. And yes, there's another part of him that sees everything with a green tint whenever Lando plants a kiss on someone’s cheek, or head, or shoulder, or neck. It’s not jealousy though.
The bench is tense, his leg still bouncing with the adrenaline of the game even as he gets to rest. He watches as Lando sprints down the wing, almost dancing around the opposing team with how gracefully he moves. He finds a fraction of space and the ball is launched across the pitch in a beautiful cross, expertly caught by Max’s downright enviable first touch to then rocket across to where Mick has been left unmarked. The ball meets the back of the net as the keeper stretches for it and the stadium’s home crowd is on its feet.
The cheering crescendos as the team celebrates, the players on the bench slapping at each other and grinning as they go another goal up, but Charles’ eyes are glued to his teammates on the pitch.
Mick is beaming where he's trapped between bodies, laughing as he's clapped on the back and has his hair ruffled, all while keeping a firm hold on Lando who clings to his back. George backs off, leaving a perfect view of Lando pressing an affectionate kiss to Mick’s neck.
Charles folds his arms tightly across his chest, fingers pressing harshly into his biceps as he fights to keep the grin on his face, just in case the cameras catch him.
Okay, so maybe he is jealous.
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f1-disaster-bi · 1 month
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What's the idea and au for max, Charles and lando?
This idea has been growing. There is now plot. I have written two scenes for it, and started a google doc....
Charles is a cam-boy and erotic model. He sells his pics, does a few streams and genuinely enjoys his work and life. He isn't ashamed of it, and when someone from his old university's art department reaches out to him, asking him if he would like to be a nude model for a still life drawing class, Charles accepts because he thinks it'll be fun.
It's in his second year of doing it that he meets Lando. Lando who is sweet and shy, but always shows Charles his amazing drawings of him. He grows close to Lando, grabbing food after the class with him and developing a friendship (and a crush). They end up as friends, gaming together and hanging out all the time, especially since Lando's two best friends go to university in a different city and Lando is friendly with people in his course, but he just clicks with Charles.
One evening Charles mentions that he needs some new material for his website. Lando never shies away or judges Charles's work, and often hypes him up when people say stupid shit in class or they're out and someone recognizes Charles. Charles talks about how it's hard to find people to help or that does those kind of shoots and it's awkward doing it alone, and Lando casually mentions that he knows someone. When Charles asks how Lando knows someone who does this type of photography, Lando blushes and admits that he modelled for his friend Max who specializes in boudoir shoots
When Charles meets Max, there is an instant connection. He just can't help but tease Max when they're doing shoots. He keeps trying to make him smile and laugh, and is just enamored a little with how Max seems a little stoic at first, but softens around Lando and with time, around Charles.
However after Lando encourages them both to ask the other out, Charles and Max find themselves realizing that something is missing but neither of them can get in contact with Lando after their date. It's as if he's just disappeared....
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celientjeee · 10 months
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Hii maybe some Charlando fluff since Lando is P2? 💕
Lando was still on cloud nine when he arrived at his hotel.
He stayed on the track longer than usual, trying to take as many pictures with his fans and sign as many signatures as he could. It was the least he could do after their amazing support this weekend.
He dropped his bag on the floor once he got inside and was about to switch the lights on when he saw a figure laying on his bed. The light of the moon was bright enough that he could see who it was. He heard soft snores now too and the smile on his face only grew bigger.
He came.
Even after his own race went, well, not ideal.
Lando kicked off his shoes as quietly as he could and crawled in bed. His arms circled around Charles' small waist as he pressed his chest against his back, his nose nuzzling Charles's neck.
The man in question stirred and let out a sleepy moan before turning around in his arms and snuggling closer.
'Hey,' Charles mumbled against his chest.
'Hey yourself,' Lando whispered, kissing his forehead. 'Are you okay?'
Charles sighed and shrugged, his eyes flickering open as he lifted his head to look at Lando.
He looked sad and Lando's heart broke a little at seeing him like this, he wished he could convince Charles to leave the clowns at Ferrari. He also almost felt guilty about being so happy about his own race, but he knew what Charles would say, he wouldn't let him, just like Lando wouldn't let Charles feel bad when Lando had a bad race.
'Don't,' Charles said as if he knew where his mind went, which he usually did.
Lando nodded and leaned forward to peck his lips. When he pulled back the sadness was gone from Charles' face and in its place was a bright smile, a proud smile, and suddenly Charles pounced.
He wrapped his arms around Lando's neck as he hugged him close while climbing on top of him.
'P fucking two!' he whispered in his ear before pressing his lips against Lando's and kissing him deeply.
Lando happily pulled Charles closer and allowed him to plunder his mouth with his tongue while his hands disappeared under Charles' shirt.
'I didn't think you'd come tonight,' Lando panted when they pulled away for some air.
Charles bit the tip of his nose.
'I'll always come to you, Mon Petit, always.'
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fire-on-thirst · 4 months
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Two Omegas and A Significant Other Kind Of Love
Charles Leclerc/Lando Norris
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Main Tags: Alpha/Omega Dynamics, Omega/Omega, Coming Out, Secret Relationship
Summary: Lando and Charles. Two Omegas. Two Omegas who are married. Secretly of course as there would be a uproar if they ever came out however Charles wants to. Charles wants to kiss his husband whenever he wants, hold hands out in the street. He wants that all but it's just Lando that he has to convince.
What For? This was written for @racingorange for the @f1-fic-secret-santa collection on A03…
Actual Part of Story:
Love. Love can be described as an intense feeling of deep affection for somebody or something. It can be one of the most incredible things and feelings in the world when you manage to find it with the right person however, at the same time it can be one of the worst and most painful if you give your love to the wrong person. Love can come in different forms and you have different types of love too depending on who the other person is to you. You have the love that you give to close family members. The love that you give to friends (although this can vary and some friends could probably be classed under the love that you give to family members). Then you have the love that you give to a significant other. The last kind of love is the kind of love that most people dream of. It’s the kind of love that Lando never thought that he would have. It’s the kind of love that he had now got. Love is a spectrum and people in your life will be spread up and down that line/spectrum however not a lot of people get to put someone right at the top of that line as that is someone that you will love unconditionally. Your soulmate. Not everyone finds that especially so young yet here Lando was with his soulmate.
Love should be an amazing thing that can happily be shared with other loved ones in your life and overall just be shared with the world or be allowed out together and hold hands without horrible repercussions. It shouldn’t matter who you love, however, because of some people whose opinions shouldn’t matter, it does. That’s why Lando never thought that he would get or find the ‘significant other’ kind of love and that’s just because he’s a little bit ‘different’ to the so-called ‘normal’ people. Love between men doesn’t matter. Love between women doesn’t matter. Love between trans and non-binary people doesn’t matter. Truthfully, nobody really cares about your primary gender and therefore in that aspect it’s fine to date anyone that you want with zero hate or opinions as all anybody seems to care about is the secondary gender (alpha, beta or omega). Due to specific laws, all 3 secondary genders should be treated the same and not discriminated against however there are some stubborn old people who still look down on omegas and betas for that matter and demand that they stick to the traditional gender roles. That’s not the main problem for Lando though. The problem comes when talking about which secondary genders can or more like should date which secondary genders. For example, worldwide it’s alright for alphas to court and date omegas- well actually that is expected and beta’s dating other betas, alphas or omegas is also allowed but not preferable (more precisely betas dating alphas or omegas is not preferable) however omegas dating other omegas or alphas dating other alphas is often frowned upon. Legally they can happily date one another or even get married and adopt children however a lot of people in society frown upon this happening and therefore they are often shunned from the world so most people end up hiding that part of them. It’s safer that way.
People should just be allowed to love who they want and be able to be with them in public. That is in a perfect world though and unfortunately the world does not work that way.
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jaeclerc · 10 months
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dear washington daughter ; 2.4k ; charles/unnamed
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cw: allusions to body image issues/dysphoria/anxiety, mentions of max/lando/charles
please ignore the formatting, i’m just working this out. but this is literally my HEARTS work and i hope that anyone who comes across this finds something that they like!
The ceiling of charles’ student apartment had a crack, long and arcing across the ceiling. he paid an excessive price for this apartment and yet, his ceiling was still cracked, exposing millimeters of the foundation underneath. he wasn’t too bothered about that, but he should’ve been, he supposes. it was too exhausting to care about those things when he rarely had enough energy to care about most things going on in life.
he’s been in new york for only a week and that feeling had been creeping on him, already. he thought when he left washington it would go away, but he’s brought the same charles to new york. to the city of his dreams or whatever bullshit that they tried to tell him on his college tour. he wanted to get away from eastern washington and the years of repressed heartbreak he experienced in that god forsaken town.
charles turned his head to look out his tiny window. it was raining in new york, it had been since he arrived, which felt like a sign from god or whoever. a sign for what? he didn’t know, but it felt significant to note. maybe even new york didn’t want him and this was the silent rebellion against him. he hated being wet and soggy, it always made him feel too aware of his own body. violently shocked back into awareness of each muscle and limb’s positioning. it felt like the city took on a mind of its own and knew that the moment he stepped foot in it.
he spends most days attempting to be unaware of where his body is and what his body looks like so in those moments where he is ripped from that and into the knowledge of every single rain soaked bit of himself, he feels sick. it only adds to the growing pit in his stomach, the knot of tension and worry that he has been spinning for himself since he was 15 years old and everything started feeling so wrong within himself. he started to feel inadequate and uncomfortable within the body he had. looking back, he thinks these feelings had always plagued him in the depths of his mind, but turning 15 and losing his virginity had brought those feelings to the forefront of his mind.
he had enjoyed the experience overall, but the feeling of her hands on his body felt wrong and he assured himself that he was gay, afterall. until he slept with max and he still felt wrong, every single inch of his body feeling off, like there were parts of him that needed to be there to enjoy the experience that he fundamentally lacked. he felt so far removed from each experience, every single time he attempted to sleep with someone just made him feel more and more vile, his stomach turning whenever their hands brushed his skin.
he brushed his hands over his own stomach, pressing his lips together as he stared out the window, his bitten finger tips sliding further down his body, reaching into his sweats to feel himself. he was soft, he very rarely was able to get hard on his own. whenever he did this, he needed to think that he was someone else. he usually pretended he was touching max or lando. he liked making them feel good, as long as they didn’t touch him on his stomach or chest. only on his waist and hips. he liked when they grabbed his waist. he liked when they called him pretty, when they praised his eyes and dimples.
he could feel himself filling out when he thought of those things, of being pretty and making the people he loves feel good. he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking like how he knew max liked it, the pleasure secondary in his mind. his spine tingled with how off it always felt. he always felt a little detached when he touched himself, but he wanted the relief, the endorphins that always managed to make him feel at least a little bit better.
charles gasped, his hips stuttering as he sped up, hand unconsciously clenching around himself and he was ripped from it. from the carefully constructed fantasy he made for himself so he could touch himself. he opened his eyes, looking directly at the window where it was still pouring rain. his stomach ached as he looked down, and saw he was still half hard. he tucked himself back into his pants and he laid back to continue to watch the rain race down his window, his arms wrapped around himself. he ignored his ringing phone where it vibrated against his bare back. he couldn’t stand being on it, max and lando posting their happiness and rubbing it in his face. he knew that wasn’t what they were trying to do, but it still hurt to see. to see them both happy with their boyfriends, while charles was still alone.
he couldn’t fault them, daniel and max were always destined to be with each other. so were lando and lando’s max. childhood best friends who would have moved mountains for charles’ two loves. charles knew the ending before he started sleeping with either of them, but it was still bittersweet. to fall halfway in love with the only two people who saw him and know that he was merely a bed warmer for the ones they truly loved. and now that he was in new york while they were all in washington, he was even lonelier and far removed from the entire group.
he was hoping maybe that they would take the hint and stop talking to him after he moved. instead, they were even more resolved to talk to him and make him feel included despite him being so far away. lando called him every day that he had been there, and charles ignored most of them and feigned being busy for the ones he had picked up. he would worry about it when max called him. max only called him when it was dire and lando was freaking out over him. but for now he was going to ignore lando’s calls and put it out of his mind just how sad and miserable he was away from them
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turns out, all it took was charles ignoring that one phone call because lando not only roped max into calling but also charles’ ultimate weakness: daniel. daniel might have been a pain in his side but daniel was also charles’ oldest friend and he knew exactly what to say to charles when he needed it. even if charles did not think he needed it.
“charlie.” was the first thing out of daniel’s mouth when charles picked up his facetime call. “why aren’t you talking to lando? he’s in my phone right now freaking out and about to shit himself because he thinks something happened.” charles sighed and rolled his eyes at how dramatic lando was being, even though he felt a little bit better that he still cared.
“i’m fine, daniel. just busy.” daniel gave him a deadpan as he looked to the background of charles’ room.
“i dunno it looks like you’re sitting shirtless in your dorm. plenty not busy, actually. max even looked to see when your classes start so you don’t have any excuses. no bullshit: what is wrong?” charles sighs, laying down and resting his head on his pillow as he stares up at the crack in his ceiling.
“i don’t fucking know daniel.” he replied in italian, knowing max was most likely there as well and this wasn’t for him, only them. “i’m exhausted. these feelings have been following me for years and they followed me here. i don’t want to talk and see everyone so happy all the time when i’m so far away and feel so left out.”
daniel was quiet and charles looked over to see him chewing on his thumb nail as he obviously thought things through, his eyes big.
“carlo, we love you so much. you know that. you know max loves you, you know i love you, i mean shit, man. lando is about to fly to new york to hunt you down because he worries so much about you. so things are different and we’re in different places but we will always be here and always love you.”
charles closed his eyes and sighed.
“i love you guys, i’m just trying to figure things out so far away. i need some space to adjust and that includes quiet time. i’m sorry i’m not picking up i just don’t have the energy right now.” he was lying, he didn’t really want to speak to them, but he wasn’t going to tell daniel that.
charles picked up the phone to give an excuse to hang up but max wrenched the phone out of daniel’s hand, tilting it to look at charles and giving charles a good view of his forehead.
“charles.” max said in that tone that indicated that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “last year, you had to whip me into shape. so i am going to do the same. we will never say no if you need us, but you need to tell us when you need us. you think all these things like i do not see you. i see you.”
charles walked out of his room and into his kitchen, still on the phone with max, chatting about mundane things as charles made himself a TV dinner. he smiled sweetly at his phone as max told him a story about his cat, leaning against the counter as his dinner cooked.
charles’ roommate took that as his que to come out and loudly snicker, muttering under his breath that of course he got roomed with the gay boy. charles sighed, curling his body in on itself. max stopped what he was saying and demanded, quite loudly, to know why charles was acting shy and upset all of a sudden.
“it’s nothing, cheri.” he muttered and max’s face wrinkled, he could see the demands about to roll off his tongue.
“can you facetime your boyfriend somewhere else?” his roommate chimed, a fairly ugly (in charles’ opinion) guy from rhode island that he got randomly paired with because he knew nobody and didn’t make the effort to actually meet anyone.
“i’m just cooking dinner and talking to a friend.” charles replied defensively, his shoulders curled up as if he was about bolt. he grasped his phone in his hand going to mute himself so max and daniel didn’t hear, but daniel wrenched the phone from max’s hand.
“do not mute this, charles.” his voice was serious as he looked at charles through the screen.
lucas huffed and crossed arms, trying to defend himself “i’m saying, i don’t care that you are gay or whatever! but if you want to talk to your boyfriend or boyfriends, i don’t want to hear that!”
daniel was about to start in on him but the microwave beeped and charles just sighed. “yeah, whatever.” he mocked the other, grabbing the hot tray and stomping to his bedroom, shutting the door.
“i love you guys, i’m going to hang up and eat. i need some time right now.” he pressed the red button and muted his phone, setting it down on his tiny desk face down. he had no urge to deal with any of that in the current moment, just wanting to curl up on his crappy twin bed and sleep. he felt pathetic, he couldn’t even stand up for himself when his roommate was being horrible to him in front of his friends.
charles ate his dinner in disgust, barely getting halfway through before he felt his stomach turn and he threw his dinner in his bin, curling up on his bed and closing his eyes as he played a random youtube video from his phone. he drifted off to a critical analysis of the formula 1 system, curled around himself.
The crack is still there when Charles looks up at the top of his ceiling. The cracks are still there in his stomach when he rolls over and sees himself in the full length mirror, his eyes bloodshot and watery as he looks and sees a thin man, baby faced and exhausted. His face looks gaunt and his hair is growing out, his hair long enough to show his waves. Charles can barely stand to look down from his face because he knows what he will see and he knows his stomach will turn inside out.
He still looks down, sees everything flat flat flat and broad. Shoulders too wide, hips too narrow, even his waist makes him feel awful. And when he slides his hands down to feel the way his collar bones lead into his delts, he sees that even his hands are too much for him. Too much of what; he doesn’t know, but his mind is screaming a symphony of “wrong wrong wrong” and he can’t take it. Charles looks away and back at the crack, craning his neck to see if he could spot the wooden foundation underneath the plaster.
His phone alarm goes off, indicating that he needed to get up for the stupid orientation they were forcing all first years to go to as a part of the introduction week. Charles did not want to get up but he had no choice, it was required. He rolled out of bed, stretching and popping his back, the thin mattress doing no favors for his body aches.
A glance out the window told him it was still raining, which made the frustration in his stomach raise to a broil. This fucking city was getting under his skin and making him feel out of his mind. He sorted through his messy closet, pulling out his baggiest pair of jeans, a random hoodie, and his raincoat. He felt like hiding from the world, shielding every part of himself.
Charles glanced at himself in the mirror, feeling slight relief that he was covered fully. He put a beanie on for maximum coverage, wishing he could wear his glasses without getting rain all over them.
He attempted to sneak into the shared bathroom but Lucas was already in there, hogging it. Charles huffed, taking his toothbrush and contacts to the kitchen sink, brushing his teeth and slipping his contacts in, preparing himself for the day ahead. He put everything back and applied deodorant, grabbing his shoes and bag on the way out, sliding his earbuds in before he made his way down to the lobby, looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact.
He needed time to prepare for talking and being around so many people, and he wasn’t fully prepared.
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mika-loverjoy · 2 years
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Lando: im Lando! and u are? :D
Charles completely in love: about to fucking faint
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formulacherry · 2 years
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For your ask thing: Charles and Lando (aka the bottomiest bottoms to ever bottom)
oh my beautiful bottom baby boys 🫶🏼
i’m gonna go with charles top/lando bottom.
but i think lando would be a power bottom in this situation. i also feel like they both have praise kinks so idk how this arrangement would work for them
send me two drivers and i’ll tell you who i think tops/bottoms
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maxtermind · 27 days
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when f1 drivers dirty text you
(and you pretend your dad answers)
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★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri
★ : genre :: crack
★ : a/n :: promise I'm working on getting the requests done, exams just have me busyyyy!
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©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.
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charlando · 2 months
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Lando?? 🤔🏳️‍🌈
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f1-birb · 1 year
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charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc I was hungry.
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pierregasly most people go to a shop for a snack, not a mountain
landonorris tasty 😉
sharleclair we all see the comment from lando right?
danric3stan YEP
f1megafangurl ok Lando we see you
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f1megafangurl tweeted: "we're all seeing this right? Are they together?"
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tifosichick replied: "imagine it tho"
landonowwis replied: "I would literally die"
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landonorris i'm all warmed up. bring on 2023.
📸 charles_leclerc
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mclaren Can't wait to see you back in the car 💪
charles_leclerc I'm coming for your dj gig next 😘
landonowwis wait wait wait wait wait WAIT Charles took that pic???
danric3stan so they are together?
f1megafangurl I TOLD YOU
cl16loml as if 🙄 they're just friends
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tifosichick tweeted: "OMFG HE'S DONE IT AGAIN, Charles posting on the wrong account or not sharing it to close friends"
LN4myheart replied: "i would know those curls anywhere that's definitely lando!!!"
sharleclaaaiir tweeted: "charlando being real was not on my bingo card but i'll fucking take it!"
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charles_leclerc I am stupid. But I am his stupid. landonorris ❤️
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landonorris why does this happen to me every time 😅 but I love my idiot ❤️
charles_leclerc 🥹🥹
danielricciardo you two are going to be insufferable aren't you?
pierregasly so happy for you both ❤️
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f1-disaster-bi · 2 months
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Hii Charlando anon here after a while again, I got inspired by Lando’s new stream today for maybe a oneshot/drabble where maybe Charles walks into Lando’s stream and starts kissing him and feeling him up and stuff and Lando quickly turns off the camera and microphone to tell Charles to wait till he ends the stream but Charles can’t wait till the stream ends so he starts teasing Lando even more and Lando just lets Charles tease him while he turns off the stream <3
Ooooo I love this!
"Are you still playing?"
Lando turns from the screen in front of him, ignoring Max and Niran yelling at him, to look at Charles. He's leaning against the door to Lando's gaming room with a look in his eyes that has Lando shivering.
"Almost finished", Lando reassured, glancing back at the screen and laughing when he's Max and Niran running around while his own character has been killed, "Yes chat, Charles is distracting"
His stomach flutters at the fact that he can have this. That he and Charles are out and Charles can appear on his streams and no one blinks an eye anymore because this is his normal now.
"How much longer?", Charles asked as he moved to wave at the camera before tilting Lando's head up for a soft kiss, "Chat, do you mind if I steal him? We have dinner plans someone has forgotten about"
Lando's eyebrows furrow as he racks his brain. He was sure they had nothing planned for tonight, but it wouldn't be unusual for Charles to make last minute plans for them. Especially if Arthur and Lorenzo were in town, or some of his old school friends were back visiting. He was used to the last minute dinner plans now, but as far as he knew, no one was around.
While he was pondering the possible plans, Lando realized what Charles's plans were when he felt him press a kiss to the spot behind his ear that made him shiver. Lando fumbled for a second, hoping that those watching wouldn't notice the way he blushed as he quickly told them he was pausing his stream to talk to Charles. His fingers slipped a little as he cut off the camera and his mic because Charles was already slipped a hand up his shirt and was scratching short nails down his chest and stomach as he kissed his neck when the camera went off.
"End the stream, baby", Charles whispered, biting softly at his neck as he brushed a thumb over his nipple, "Tell them we have to go"
"But the stream isn't finished", Lando gasped, leaning back and giving Charles more room as he started to suck a bruise into his skin softly.
"You can stream, or you let me fuck you till you don't know your own name", Charles whispered, hand drifting to tease where Lando was already half hard.
Lando didn't even hesitate to pop back on the microphone to say he was ending the stream early because he had forgotten an important dinner. All while Charles was still teasing him, touching him in ways that made Lando stutter over his words, and laughing softly when the computer was finally turned off and they were alone.
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csainzoperator · 1 month
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f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆
summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"
warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???
charles, carlos, lewis, george, max
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oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel
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an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼
lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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ln444 · 6 months
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★ how does f1 drivers react when you call them pretty. . .
norris, piastri, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russell, verstappen
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cw: fluff, slight suggestive (verstappen), f!reader.
now playing: pretty boy by the neighborhood
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✹ lando norris
lando would be the type to act annoyed but absolutely loves it. he just won't admit it but you know it.
"hey, pretty boy", you whisper against his lips, leaving a sweet peck on it just to be met with a pouty and flustered lando. "i told you to stop calling me that!" he whines, but deep down he hopes that you'll never stop. you look at him with a playful smile, softly caressing his hair. "okay, i'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable", you wait impatiently for his reaction and as you excepted, lando start to panic. "i mean... you can but you know... just not in front of other people", he laughs nervously, hoping that his excuse is good and his cheeks start heating up. you can't help but laugh softly, pulling him close by the neck and lando pouts again, "stop making fun of me!", your smile softens and you plant another kiss on his lips, "sorry, you're just too cute, my pretty boy". lando's cheeks are now completely red and he tries to hide it by pulling you in a long and warm kiss, feeling the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.
✹ oscar piastri
oh my god, please don't do this to him. as soon as he hears the word, his brain starts malfunctioning.
"you did so good!", oscar pulls you for a warm hug, holding you as tight as he can. he loves seeing you after races and hearing how proud you are of him no matter what he do. you pull out, staring at him like his eyes holds stars and oscar can't help but feel overwhelmed by all the adoration he sees in your eyes. you put your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. "i'm so proud of you, my pretty boy" and even though you mean it, a hint of teasing can be heard and oscar groans, pulling you in a new hug to hide his face in your neck "if you call me that again, i think i'm gonna die" he mumbles against your skin. you laughs, one of your hands slides in his messy curls, your fingers playing with it. you will never get over how cute your boyfriend is when you call him pretty.
✹ charles leclerc
he absolutely loves it and won't deny it, even if he gets a bit shy when you call him pretty. he can't control it, his heart gets warm and the butterflies in his stomach goes crazy.
you were getting ready for a cute date and charles was wearing a new shirt, with flowers on it. as soon as he's ready, you lock your arms around his neck and you look at him with a big smile on your face. after planting a sweet peck on his lips, one of your hands cup his cheek. "you're so pretty, baby", your voice is full of adoration and honesty and charles' smiles gets wider. "thank you, chérie", he says softly and he immediately pulls you for a gentle kiss, hoping that you didn't notice the way his cheeks has redden, but you didn't miss it.
✹ carlos sainz
he loves it, like really loves it. he finds it funny tbh. and he won't hesitate to give the word back to you.
"woah, what a pretty boy", you look at him showing you his brand new haircut. he laughs, posing in front of you a little more before joining you on the sofa, pulling you on his lap and placing a kiss on your nose. "got pretty for my pretty girl, we are such a pretty couple", you both giggles before sharing a kiss, laughing and smiling against each other's lips. but, even if he doesn't want to admit it, carlos can feel his heart beating a bit faster and a sweet feeling in his stomach when he hears you call him pretty.
✹ lewis hamilton
he would get so shy, make it seems like he doesn't like it and it annoys him but he can't hide it for long, he always ends up with a big smile on his face and a heart beating faster than it should.
"ahhh, stop it y/n", he whines as you continue to leave kisses all over his face, sitting on his lap. "but, you're so pretty!", you say, cupping his cheeks to look at him in the eyes. he groans, acting annoyed by pulling you out of his lap and you try your best to fight the smile creeping on your lips. you both know that he's just flustered and wants to hide his red cheeks. "come on, baby, let me finish my kisses", he doesn't fight you when you climb back on his lap but he crosses his arms, trying to hold onto his character and you laugh softly, going back to leaving small pecks all over his face. it doesn't take long before he finally smiles, his hands finding your waist to pull you close and kiss you back. he just can't resist you.
✹ george russell
he always tries to ignore the way it makes him feel and act unbothered but he can't fight the way his body warm and a smile instinctively forms on his lips. he just loves getting praised by you.
"baby, can you pass me the knife, please?" you ask, preparing the vegetables and george, who has been helping and watching you cook for an hour now, hand you the knife as fast as he can. you turn to face him, placing your free hand on his neck to pull him close, "thank you, pretty boy", you says softly and he places a kiss on your lips, smiling softly "you're welcome" he says, trying to sound as neutral as he can and you pout, acting disappointed, "what? you don't like when i call you that?", you know that he do. you just want to hear it. he looks at you, a playful smile forms on his lips. "i know what you're doing", he chuckles and pulls you for another kiss. you end up both laughing, george's heart feeling full.
✹ max verstappen
he gets all nervous and doesn't know how to act anymore. like, if you want to make a mess of this man, just call him pretty.
max have been acting flirty all day, enjoying teasing you and seeing you all flustered in front of other people. you tried your best to keep your cool all day, playfully punching him from time to time or just laughing it off. but when you two end up alone at the end of the day, you're finally able to get your revenge. you start making out, getting more and more touchy and needy. "take off your shirt, pretty boy", you whisper in his ear, and max almost startle. a playful smile forms on your lips and you don't even have to look at him to know that his cheeks are now red. after a good minute of no reaction from him, you finally meet his eyes, giving him a confused look. "is everything okay?", you try to hide your teasing tone but max doesn't miss it, a playful grin finally forming on his lips and he chuckles; "naughty girl".
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fire-on-thirst · 2 years
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Can I request a Charles X Lando Drabble where it’s Charles’ birthday and Lando has his camera with him and takes pictures of Charles and completely admiring him while he takes pictures of Charles and the next day he posts it on his photography Instagram <3
Here you go Anon - Charles Leclerc/Lando Norris
Thank you for your request and I hope that you enjoy reading it!!
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itaipava · 7 months
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— f1 boys pulling you in their lap.
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˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS
he does this casually. most of the time he looks uninterested as he scrolls through his phone and when you pass by, he reaches out to grab you and pulls you into his lap without sparing you a glance. looks at you after and gives you a smile and says a simple ‘hi’ before peppering your face with quick kisses. shows you whatever he’s looking at or watching on his phone. this usually turns into lazy, cozy cuddling.
˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO
he does this out of habit. he’s talking to someone but when he notices you pass by or feels you near him, he takes your hand and gently pulls you to him, letting you sit on his lap, all the while continuing to talk with someone else. mindlessly traces little patterns on your back or thigh. this only happens around people you’re both comfortable with and he does this so often that it doesn’t even bother the other person anymore.
˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ
he just loves having you on his lap so he will do it all the time. no matter what he’s doing, he’ll pull you into his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder, continuing what he was doing before.
˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC
he does this out of nowhere, especially when he’s bored and wants to cuddle. he watches you intently and adoringly while you’re doing your own thing. and when you pass by him, he grabs your wrist and pulls you gently towards him. hugs you from behind while you’re seated on his lap and always leaves a trail of feathery kisses on your shoulder and back of your neck and wordlessly holds you close, resting the side of his face on your back.
˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON
he does this when he’s doing something but also wants to show you affection. distractedly says ‘come here, baby’ with his arms outstretched and pulls you to sit on his lap while he’s watching a movie or something. looks at you briefly with a small smirk and a raised brow before he continues with whatever he’s doing. rests his chin on your shoulder sometimes or gives you distracted, lingering kisses on your neck and shoulders although his eyes stay fixed on the screen.
˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI
sometimes he does this unconsciously; he sees you passing by and gently takes your hand, pulling you into his lap. he brushes your hair off your neck and spreads soft kisses over your neck and shoulder before wrapping his arms around you, bringing you even closer to him - if that’s even possible.
˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN
he does that when he misses you. sometimes he keeps busy all day with work and unconsciously ends up leaving you out; so at the end of the day he just pulls you gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he leaves soft kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek. he thinks this is such an intimate and unique act and he never gets tired of having you so close to him.
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