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fredwardart · 26 days

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James Rossiter/Maximilian Günther ● 1751 words ● age regression ● teenage rebellion ● hurt/comfort ● mild blood

“I'm going out, I'll be back for dinner.” Max called out to his dad as he went to unlock the door. Just as the lock clicked open and Max went to step outside, James stuck his head around the kitchen door. “Not dressed like that, you're not.” Teenage Max hates that his dad is so overprotective - It's embarrassing. As much as he hates to admit it, James is right.

I was discussing a Formula E age regression AU (coming soon!) with @watercolor-hearts and they suggested a moody rebellious teenage skater boy Max that didn't like to be proved wrong. This was challenging to write because I can't imagine Max as anything other than a respectful wholesome guy, so I had to add some comfort and redemption into this. Max is in a much older headspace than I would have written, but I really enjoyed writing this and coming up with ideas!

#james rossiter #maximilian günther #formula e fanfic #my writing #formula e

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watercolor-hearts · 8 months

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— “what if y- “¹ “if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i will kill you.”²

Hey could I prompt this for proximity prompts please? With Sam Bird and Jean Eric Vergne? Sam being small enough to sit on Jev's lap 😂♥️

André is here (and is maybe a bit too much), too, sorry. 😃

Sam/Jev • 377 words • secret relationship but not really • they're all into men and they have eyes • there was no more space in the car • I don't really know how to tag this • Ao3 link

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It wasn't only that Sam had DNF-d, there was an even bigger problem. He wasn't the only one to DNF. Jev, André, Stoffel and Max did as well. And they were already in the car to go back to the pits when one of the marshalls guided him there.

“It's already full,” Sam said, more to himself than to the others, when he noticed that there was no space for him in the car.

“What if y—”

“If you seriously propose that I sit on your lap,” Sam cut Jev's sentence in half, “I will kill you.”

“I mean—I can sit on your lap, if that's better for you,” Jev offered, laughing. “But I'm sure mine would be more comfortable. Just ask André if you don't believe it.”

“Can confirm,” André nodded, patting Jev's thigh, making Sam roll his eyes, still thinking about what to do.

“Sam, we're all into men,” Stoffel said, impatiently, trying to stay as calm as he could, “We won't make a scene out of this, just sit on his lap or on André's or I don't even care, just do it because I want to go back to the pits.”

“You can't fucking do this...” Sam muttered as he climbed in, slowly sitting on Jev's lap, avoiding touching him more than he already needed to. They haven't talked about their relationship status yet so Sam didn't want to make the fact that they're kind of dating too obvious.

“You can lean back,” Jev whispered in Sam's ear, putting his hand on Sam's thigh, “that's more comfortable.”

“It's good for me like this,” Sam said, even though the position wasn't really comfortable.

“We have eyes, Sam,” André said when they were finally on the way back, “You don't have to pretend like you're straight and you don't fuck Jev. You're not good at faking straightness, to be honest.”

“Fuck,” Sam muttered under his breath, finally giving in and leaning back.

“Please wait with that,” André said, jokingly, making Jev laugh and Sam smile in disbelief. “I'm sure you could give a great lap dance to Jev but I don't want to see it. At least not this close.”

“I can't believe you, Lotterer,” Sam shook his head, laughing, “I fucking can't believe you.”

#sam/jev #sam bird #jean éric vergne #andré lotterer #formula e #formula e fanfic #my writing #wolfsbanesbite

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f1secretsanta · 1 year

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The gifts are ready to read!

A huge thank you to everyone who took part :)

You can read all of the fics here:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/MotorsportSecretSanta2022/works

#formula 1 fanfic #motogp fanfic #formula e fanfic #motorsport fanfic

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 25 days

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I would personally leave my husband if this man knocked at my door 🥵

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33-81 · 4 months

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My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme

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urmooniee · 6 months

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Monaco Misunderstanding - C.L

Charles Leclerc x reader

tw: swearing

y/n = reader

Monaco's cobblestone streets were abuzz with activity as Y/N continued her exploration. She was utterly engrossed in her surroundings, admiring the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean and capturing the essence of the picturesque town with her camera.

As she walked along the crowded promenade, navigating through a sea of tourists and locals, she felt the jostling of the crowd and abruptly bumped into someone. The collision was unexpected and jarring, and before she could catch herself, Y/N instinctively blurted out an expletive in Italian, exclaiming "Stronzo!" Her face twisted in irritation, and she rolled her eyes, assuming the person she had bumped into wouldn't understand her Italian profanity.

But to her surprise, the person she collided with, a man with a cap and a friendly grin, smirked and responded in perfect Italian, "What did you just say?"

Y/N, caught off guard and slightly taken aback, was unaccustomed to having her profanity understood. She didn't back down, though, and with a hint of sarcasm, she retorted, "Oh, you heard me. Want me to buy you some Q-tips? Maybe you need them to clean your ears."

The man's eyes widened in amusement, and he leaned in closer. "Well, you're feisty, aren't you?"

With that, Y/N, not realizing the identity of the person she had just encountered, left him behind, still a bit irritated by the collision but more than a little intrigued by the stranger's response.

As Y/N, still unaware of her encounter with a Formula 1 star, continued to explore Monaco's charming streets, Charles watched her retreating figure with a grin. It was rare for him to have a conversation so unfiltered and authentic. She was captivating in her fiery spirit, and he found himself intrigued by her boldness.

For the rest of the day, Charles couldn't shake off the encounter with the feisty Italian girl who had inadvertently sworn at him. He decided to do a bit of research and was surprised to find that she was an accomplished travel photographer known for her incredible work capturing the world's beauty. Her name was Y/N, and he couldn't help but admire her passion and talent.

As the hours turned into days, Charles's curiosity about Y/N grew. He couldn't resist finding more information about her, and he discovered that she often traveled to various race circuits to document the world of Formula 1. Monaco was her latest destination, and Charles couldn't help but wonder if their paths would cross again.

One sunny afternoon, fate intervened. Y/N had set up her camera along a scenic view of Monaco's coastline, capturing the glimmering sea, the luxurious yachts, and the picturesque cityscape. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice a friendly stranger approaching.

Charles had recognized her from a distance and seized the opportunity to surprise her. He approached her silently, his hand covering her eyes.

"Guess who?" he whispered in Italian, his lips close to her ear.

Y/N nearly jumped, startled by the sudden touch. But when she heard the voice and the familiar Italian greeting, she couldn't help but laugh. "Is that you again, the man with no peripheral vision?"

Charles removed his hand from her eyes and smiled, revealing his identity. "Guilty as charged."

Their second encounter was filled with laughter and exchanged stories. Charles shared tales of his racing experiences and the excitement of competing in his hometown, while Y/N revealed the incredible places she had explored through her photography.

With time, their connection deepened, as they explored the beauty of Monaco together, their shared passion for adventure, and the intricacies of their respective careers. It was a chance encounter that had transformed into an unexpected bond, proving that sometimes, the most genuine connections are formed when you least expect it.

au/ raga mi sono stufata con la scuola 😻😻

Stronzo = asshole? I think, if you are Italian and the meaning is something else please do tell .

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r4ikkonen · 1 year

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HOTEL ROOM | Lando Norris x driver/reader

summary:y/n and Lando sharing one bed in the hotel room

A/N hey there’s another Lando story coming up :)

- It was 10pm in Abu Dhabi and we have arrived late.Lando and I were going to the hotel hopping that we won’t fall asleep on the way.My legs hurt and I could feel my eyes closing every second.I looked at Lando on my left side and he didn’t look any better both of us were exhausted and couldn’t wait to go to sleep.As we climbed to the 5th floor I unlocked the door.My eyes went wide

“Oh shit, there’s only one bed” I said hoping he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

“It’s fine i’ll sleep on the floor” Lando said not caring while he struggled to get his luggage in the room

“Uh no it’s fine I mean we can uh.. share it right?I mean we’re friends. I said stuttering knowing how awkward I seem.

“Yeah sure, I don’t want to pressure you” Lando smirked

After we got ready to go sleep we got into to the bed.It was freezing the window was closed but it just felt breezy.We kept fighting over the blanket.

“Ugh Y/N LEAVE MY BLANKET” Lando shouted

“No Lando it’s mine get yourself another one”

“Ugh i’m too lazy to get up” Lando whined

“Fine we can sure” I said rolling my eyes

Lando spooned me behind and held me close.We got to share the blanket and I didn’t feel cold anymore, Lando was the one making sure I wasn’t cold.I was happy that he couldn’t see me blushing but I was screaming inside full of happiness.I’ve had a crush on him ever since I joined Mclaren.Lando got a bit closer and he placed his head on my shoulder.He was snoring so I was sure that he wasn’t aware of what he just did.I couldn’t sleep for some reason but I didn’t want to move to the other side so I wouldn’t wake him up.After a while I’ve heard him murmuring something in his dream..

“Y/n i like you” He said not very clear.

I didn’t say anything because i knew he wouldn’t hear me.I fell asleep soon afterwards.The next morning I woke up unaware of where the hell I am.All i knew was that i felt kind of funny.I knew that. I wasn’t laying on the bed and holy shit..I was on top of him just laying there.Lando placed his hand on my back and he slowly started caressing me.I knew for a fact that he didn’t know I was asleep.After a few moments I stood up.

“Uhm good morning.” I said trying to move to the bed nit wanting this to look awkward

“Morning” Lando smirked, he was still tired

“Uh look Lando I’m sorry, I didn’t know I..”My words were cut out when he placed a kiss on my lips.My eyes went wide,I felt really happy but really confused.It was a mix of emotions.

“Uh sorry I had to get that out of my system”Lando said scratching the back of his neck

“Hmm.. wanna stay a little bit longer in bed and ditch that interview?” Y/n said covering her herself with the blanket

“I’m always up for ditching interviews” Lando said joining me.

I got on top of him and Lando covered us both with the blanket..

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verstappensrealwife · 14 days

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NEW FIC !

The lewis fic out in like 10 minutes :)

click here to read ! xoxo

partial smut preview underneath

“This is to make up for the last 2 years we’ve missed.” He mumbled against your neck as he pushed you towards the nearest surface, kitchen counter. “God how I've missed you— th-this.”

Your top was somewhere near the door, your shorts not far behind, and now you stood legs apart, chest against the cold of the countertops as he fucked you to no end.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, fueled by months, years, of unspoken desires and suppressed emotions. As Lewis's hands roamed hungrily over your skin, every touch ignited a fiery passion that threatened to consume both of you. With each kiss and caress, the weight of the past two years melted away, replaced by a raw and primal need that pulsed between you.

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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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Stoffel Vandoorne (DS Penske) - Sleepy

Requested: yes

Prompt: 19) "We could watch a movie if one of us wouldn't keep falling asleep."

Warnings: none

Stoffel and Y/n found themselves at home, contemplating how to spend their evening together. Y/n suggested watching a movie, excitedly proposing it as a cozy option for their night in. Stoffel chuckled, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend. "Sure, we could watch a movie if one of us didn't always fall asleep halfway through." Stoffel teased. Y/n pushed him away. "I don't always sleep!" She defended. "Oh please, our first date was going to watch House of Gucci and you fell also while the ads were on." Stoffel replied. "That's not true! And besides, the ads are boring. I'd let someone sleep through them." They settled on a lighthearted romantic comedy, with snacks ready for their movie night.

As the movie started, Stoffel stole glances at Y/n, amused by her determined expression. However, under an hour into the film, he felt a gentle weight on his shoulder and turned to find Y/n peacefully dozing off. Chuckling to himself, Stoffel decided to let her rest and continued watching the movie. He couldn't help but smile at her occasional soft snores and the way she nestled against him.

As the credits rolled, Stoffel carefully shifted Y/n off his shoulder, amazed at how she managed to sleep through the entire movie. He cleaned up the remnants of their snacks and gently scooped her into his arms, carrying her to bed. Once he tucked her in, Y/n stirred awake, a bit embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, Stoffel. I really wanted to watch the whole movie with you."

Stoffel reassured her with a warm smile, "Don't worry about it, love. Watching you sleep peacefully is just as enjoyable. It's one of the things that makes me love you even more." Y/n blushed, grateful for Stoffel's understanding. They shared a tender moment, expressing their affection through quiet words and soft laughter. As they settled into bed, Stoffel whispered, "Maybe next time, we'll pick a shorter movie, or I'll find a way to keep you awake."

#f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x oc #f1 x you #f1 x reader #formula e #stoffel vandoorne x reader #stoffel vandoorne fanfic #stoffel vandoorne imagine #stoffel vandoorne oneshots #stoffell vandoorne x y/n #stoffel vandoorne x you #stoffel vandoorne x yn #stoffel vandoorne

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redsnowdrop · 5 days

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Formula one: fan fiction and more - The summary

F1 talks:

Meme about Newey

Haas, Kick Sauber & Bearman, Antonelli and Newey

Ferrari’s livery and Adrian Newey is leaving RedBulls racing

F1 Fan Fiction’s links:

Fernando Alonso x OC (18+; age gap; sexual innuendo)

F1 aesthetic pic:

Fernando Alonso

Lance Stroll

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

George Russell

Lewis Hamilton

Max Verstappen

Daniel Ricciardo

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

I will keep this post updated!

xoxo

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someonegoood · 1 month

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★ F1 MASTERLIST ★

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !

FLUFF [f] ANGST [a] SMUT [s]

CHARLES LECLERC 16

nothing yet !

CARLOS SAINZ ✮ 55

nothing yet !

LANDO NORRIS ✮ 4

nothing yet !

OSCAR PIASTRI ✮ 81

nothing yet !

GEORGE RUSSELL ✮ 63

nothing yet !

MAX VERSTAPPEN ✮ 1

nothing yet !

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fredwardart · 11 days

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Oliver Rowland ● 779 words ● Misano E Prix ● Nothing Bad Happens ● The Author is Delusional

There were no added laps; there was no need to conserve energy. He could go flat out. He had complete faith in his abilities, completely in tune with his car and surroundings. All of the trust he had in the car and the team was all he needed to push to the limit.

I needed to write something about Misano because my autistic ass had a complete meltdown about it and I cried after what happened to Oliver, and then Max's 5 second penalty didn't help. Basically, round 7 was a complete rollercoaster of emotions and I needed it to go well in my own unrealistic made up scenario where nothing bad ever happens. :)

#formula e fanfic #oliver rowland #formula e #my writing

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watercolor-hearts · 8 months

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A and B are quite tall, while C is a lot smaller, which makes C feel very safe and protected most of the time, but also playfully annoyed when they get teased about not being able to reach the dishes

This with Sam Bird/Andre Lotterer and Jean Eric Vergne please? ♥️

Okay, so, I finally made an updated pinned post with the ships I write for, everyone who's interested in it can read it here. FE ships are not on it and I won't start writing for them yet because I still don't feel like I know their personalities well enough (I'm too lazy and unmotivated to actually watch FE movies/videos and social media doesn't really help with it as much as with F1).

I still wrote this little something because it's hard to say no when it's actually a cute prompt and it's just me who isn't really comfortable with writing about people I don't know as much as I want to. I'll try and write for the other one to but for some reason that's a bit more difficult for me, even though that's a good prompt too. 😃

Jev/André/Sam • 847 words • polyamory • comfort • teasing • love • hugs • Ao3 link

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Being in a polyamorous relationship was still a bit new to Sam, even though Jev, André, and him have been together for a few weeks now.

For a long time, he could only dream about being in a relationship with them because he thought they were good together, they didn't need another person.

As it turned out he was wrong. Yes, Jev and André were good together but they knew they could love another person too. They had room in their hearts for another love, for a polycule, to make everything complete. And they wanted someone to make it possible, they've talked about it, about their feelings towards a certain man called Sam. But they didn't want to rush it or just drop it on Sam. They wanted to do it slowly and see if he wanted it too.

One day, after a shit race, Sam was in his hotel room, alone, when someone knocked on his door. It was Jev. André was there too. Sam didn't really know what they wanted, or why they were there, but in the next moment, it all became clear because Jev hugged him and André told them to go and sit down somewhere.

And in the next moment, Sam was curled up on Jev's lap, André stroking his back. They were there to comfort him. To hug him, to give him a bath, and then cuddle him to sleep. They were there to protect him, to make him feel better, and to love him. They knew what he needed without Sam having to say a word.

And they've been together from then on.

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“Do you think what I think?” André asked Jev when he saw Sam standing next to the kitchen counter, making coffee.

“I want my coffee in the cup on the top shelf,” Jev whispered, which made André smile. They love teasing Sam about his height. He's their short king.

“Good idea,” André nodded, giving a quick kiss to Jev's lips.

“Babe, could you please please make my coffee in my favorite cup?” Jev asked a moment later.

“Yes, it's already here,” Sam showed him the cup Jev usually drinks his coffee from.

“No, not that. The other. On the shelf,” Jev said, quickly glancing at André, smiling because his boyfriend loved seeing Jev teasing their boyfriend, and then back to Sam.

“Okay,” Sam said, standing on his tippy toes to reach the bottom shelf to find Jev's cup. There were only plates there.

“It's... It's on the top shelf, babe.”

And that was when Sam put both of his hands back on the counter and took a deep breath, trying to hold himself back from telling Jev off for this move. It wasn't the first time.

“Aww, you can't reach it,” Jev said in a sweet tone, getting up from the couch and walking towards his boyfriend.

“Don't you dare to say I'm cute when I'm angry because you two can't stop doing this to me! I'm short. I can't do anything about it.”

Jev burst out laughing. He loved Sam so much. His angry little Englishman.

“Come here, babe,” Jev opened his arms for a hug to make Sam feel better. He loved when Jev (or André) hugged him because their height difference made it special.

“In your dreams, Jean-Éric,” Sam told Jev off, playfully boxing into his chest before turning back to make the coffee “You won't get your hug. You don't deserve it.”

“Now this hurts!” Jev's lips turned down, his hands falling back next to his body. “I wanted my hug...” he mumbled while reaching for the cup on the top shelf, placing it next to the others so Sam could make a coffee for him.

“He's sorry,” André walked closer to them. “I'm sorry too. We just like to tease you.”

“I know,” Sam said, putting Jev's cup under the coffee maker and then turning to his boyfriends, opening his hands for a group hug. “I was joking. You can always get a hug. Or more. You deserve it.”

“Sorry for making you feel bad about your height,” Jev mumbled into Sam's hair, “I know it's not funny but sometimes I think it's cute that you're small and—”

“It's okay,” Sam reassured, “You don't have to feel bad about it. I can take a joke.”

“You can cuddle us in exchange for this,” André offered, stroking Sam's back, “How's that sound?”

Sam looked at André with a look he only uses when he's around them. “Sounds like the perfect Sunday afternoon. And the coffees are ready too,” he announced when the machine filled Jev's cup too.

“Let's drink it and then we'll give you the king's treatment,” Jev winked at him while taking his cup away from the coffee machine. “I already have some plans. You'll love it.”

“You can always make fun of me if you give me the king's treatment after it.”

“Sounds like someone likes it…” André teased, grabbing Sam's butt, almost making him choke on his coffee.

“Now,” Sam demanded, putting his coffee down, “I want it now!”

#jev/andré/sam #formula e #jean éric vergne #andré lotterer #sam bird #formula e fanfic #my writing #wolfsbanesbite

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artloftambiance · 2 months

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