#george in a mercedes makes me too happy

[daddyricsdoll]

False God ✭ Max Verstappen

Summary: Being lost spiritually isn't something you can brag about, but finding a new belief in someone is. From that alluring man in the F1 paddock to finding out he's the Max Verstappen didn't effect you as much as discovering his lips are your new religion even if it's a false god.

Warnings: The use of y/n!! (I used it 2-3 times), unprotected sex (what else could you expect from me?), teasing, reader is a virgin, mirror sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, creampie, praise, and use of names (good girl), also overstimulation and dacyphilia. I don't know if taking a photo of a naked person counts as a warning or spoiler, I guess it's both.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Based off of this request. I would also like to thank @mrsevansxstanxobrien for saving me by giving me a perfect storyline for this. 🧡 And also all everyone who waited for this. I feel like adding more at the end, maybe a part two.

Never would I have ever thought I’d wear this dress. But I’ve been lost, and these girls are helping me become found. I’m not used to the material leaving my shoulders exposed and ending before my knees. Some of my family wouldn’t approve, but I feel… pretty. I would’ve worried that my place in heaven might slowly crumble but now, I don’t know. 

I feel so happy and people are looking at me. In my little white dress, the one that hugs my torso and sways around my thighs, loose straps hung above my shoulders. 

This feels like heaven. Being in a place I’ve never heard of with my friends as they pull me to different small buildings. “Come on!! We have to find any driver we can. If you see one, tell me!” Lissie smiles, eyes shooting everywhere just like my other two friends.

“I don’t know what any of the drivers look like.” I say my words with worry but chuckles lacing them. 

“If you see a good looking guy with people around him, then tell me.” I laugh hearing others agree. 

“Oh specifically if they wear red or orange- Ferrari and McLaren drivers, oh even Mercedes which is black.”

“Ok… I’ll try.” Feeling uncertain about this whole thing but I nod. Walking through the paddock and turning my head at every man that would emit a good thought into my head. They looked at me too and I prayed to god hoping it weren't for the wrong reasons. 

My friends quickly spotted a driver and we all got photos and signatures, his name was Charles last I recall and now I understand one of the reasons he has so many fans. He signed my paddock pass in record time and then sent us a remarkable smile. 

We had to leave him and those dimples to jog the other way for drivers who had just finished FP2, meeting so many as my friends explained to me the whole purpose of this. 

Some drivers walked in pairs making it all the more easier for us to capture a second with them. 

I was getting one of my friends' hats signed by a driver called George when my eyes left his hand, looking into the crowd all around us. Somehow locking eyes with a stranger, he then looked me up and down a small smirk on his face.

And I could only do the same, my eyes travelled down his body, his jeans that hugged his thick thighs and red bull polo tight around his shoulders then hanging around the rest of his torso. I became flushed and looked away for a second to gain composure but when I looked back he wasn’t there. It was like he was a dream. 

“Y/n, you good?” Lissie asked, checking in on me as I hadn’t realised they started walking again. “Oh, um yeah I got distracted. So who else do we have to find?” 

“Great question, so I heard that Max is around here somewhere, he might be gone but still keep an eye out for him. And Alex, I love him with my whole heart but our telepathy isn’t telling me where he is.” We both laugh and it feels so good, the afternoon soon reaching the evening. She checks her watch and then looks back at me. “Oh, we have 3 hours until dinner so we can go back to the hotel, do things there, eat, party and then we’ll be back here tomorrow. Sounds good?” I couldn’t say no to that plan so we ended up going back to the hotel. 

20 minutes of swimming in the empty hotel pool turned into nearly 2 hours and now we were running a little behind schedule. We rushed to get ready, but oh didn’t we still look good. “We’re gonna meet the other girls there.” Lissie tells me as we get seated in the back of a taxi, adjusting her makeup. I nod, turning my head to look out of the window, I hold the cross around my neck fiddling with it whenever I get too deep into my thoughts. 

I cast eyes on many people today but that one guy, from the way he looked at me with a light smirk to the smallest tingling feeling he sent through my body. It was as if he tried to make out my whole personality in one glance, if only I could’ve done the same. 

The scenario plays in my head multiple times, each time I react in a different way– my default ways of a smile or being a whole different person by sending him a smirk, or calling him over. 

I know I shouldn’t worry about that, if worried is a word close to what I’m experiencing. But my thoughts make the ride shorter and we both hop out of the car, wearing outfits suitable for a restaurant and a dirty club right after. We stood just outside the restaurant waiting for Leah and Milan.

Taxi’s drove past and dropped people off, each one we looked into searching for those two girls. Then suddenly a car made an abrupt stop in front of us. The windows were tinted and it limited our vision inside of the car. Just until the door opened and a partially familiar figure started getting out of the car.

His face came into view and so many emotions ran through me in that second that Lissies scream was the only thing that brought me back. “It’s Max Verstappen! Oh my god! Can I get a photo or a signature or anything?!” She rushes toward him, searching her bag and finding a pen. I was still in shock, he is Max Verstappen? 

Next thing I know he’s standing in front of me. “Would you like a photo or signature?” He asks me so kindly, making me wonder if he was the guy whose eyes roamed my body then smirked at me like he knew exactly how I’d react. 

“I-um sure. Well I don’t really have anything to sign.” And then a piece of paper is passed to me from Lissie. “Oh, thanks.” I grab it and hold it out to Max, watching as he stares at my face long enough to memorise every inch. He looks away to sign my paper, taking longer than I would’ve thought, but when he gives me that smirk from earlier everything leaves my mind. He then starts walking away, getting interrupted by other fans.

Each step he took further away I wanted to say something even more, call him back, talk to him. But why and what for?

My eyes look down at the paper, his signature, but I see some of the pen ink on the other side, flipping the paper over my breath hitches at what’s written. “Be a good girl” I read, my eyes then following an arrow that points to his number. I lightly squeezed my legs together and tried to force the pink off my cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare at it in disbelief before quickly folding it and shoving it into my bag. “You good?” Lissie asks me.

“Yeah, just surprised.” 

“I know, that was really unexpected but luckily we all got something from Max. I got a photo with him as well he looked so fucking good in that suit.”

She was right, he did look so good and that feeling he made me feel, oh it was stronger than before but a small fire between my legs also grew. I just hoped it wasn’t lust, especially for a man I just learnt the name of. ✭

The next morning we were back in the paddock, me being the only one not partially hungover by the drug of alcohol. We started walking past the red bull hospitality, my eyes flickering over to the door praying to see that one man. But my prayer wasn’t answered as FP3 started and I only saw him on a big screen. 

Once FP3 finished we stayed in McLaren hospitality for a little while longer waiting to catch a glimpse of the two stars with the fastest lap times. And to our luck both of the Mclaren drivers walked in, but they weren’t the only ones, Max Verstappen walked beside Lando in his dark blue drivers suit. I ran up to them with my friends, letting them congratulate the drivers as I stood back. Not noticing one of the drivers leave until a feather touch of a hand was on my back. “You didn’t call or text me. And I thought you were gonna be my good girl.”

I took a deep breath, somehow knowing exactly whose voice it was. 

“It’s gonna take more than that. But tell me… what do you really want?” My voice firmer and somehow trying to gain confidence like his, soon feeling even more flustered when I hear his chuckle beside me. “What do I want? Oh honey, I want you.” My lips part, trying to control my breathing through my mouth. His finger comes beneath my chin and my head is lifted to the side to face him. His fingers trickle down my chin and throat, reaching the cross that sits barely above my cleavage. 

“What’s this?”

“It’s um…” I became lost for words, knowing exactly what I would’ve said but I can’t say it to him. He deserves so much more.

“I’m not into this stuff, gods and everything. They don’t really do much for you, but you give them everything.” I shake my head lightly, trying to show my disagreement but not make him want to leave me. 

“Oh? My good girl doesn’t believe me?” The fake surprise on his face teases me. “Would your god let me touch you? Would he let me make you cry from my dick?” Max brings his face closer to mine, just enough for his breath to touch my ear. His large hands run down my arms and he grabs a hold of my phone. 

“Unlock it.” He commands me, crystal blue eyes hypnotising me. And without a question, I unlocked it.

“Now you have no excuse to not call me.” He shows me his number in which he just typed into my contacts, calling it to watch his phone start ringing. “Now I have yours.” He saves my number, looking back up at me. “Now won’t you tell me your name?” 

“Why? You’ll only call me your good girl.” My lips move faster than my mind. Not recognising my own words. 

“My good girl, trying to be someone you’re not. Now, tell. Me. Your. Name.”

“Y/n.” I say watching a pleased smile on his perfect lips. And then just like last night he leaves me there, standing thinking about something bigger than the whole world—him. ✭

Up came the race day, the one in which the whole place was filled, park passes, hospitality and grandstands. We came in earlier than usual after the girls all somehow noticed the end of me and Max's last interaction. Going crazy and asking if there’s something between us, what his hands feel like, if I’m his new wag and will I see him after this all. 

I thought about that last question longer. I don’t know if god brought us together or maybe he’s something here for something else, but I don’t usually enjoy having no clue what’s going on, so I plan on finding out. 

We find a seat in hospitality and when I finally gain the courage to send Max a text I see that he’s beat me to it. 

‘You’re not my good girl anymore’

‘Why don’t you come to redbull and I’ll show you what you really are’

I become flushed at his words, squeezing my legs together. Checking the time he sent the message I curse at myself for not seeing it earlier. We have nearly half an hour left until the race and all the drivers are with their teams. I couldn’t possibly go now, so I blame myself for not being able to touch his skin or hear his voice before the race.

So instead I send him a text, replying to the ones he had sent.

‘How about you win the race and I’ll be your good girl’

It barely takes a minute for the message to turn from delivered to read. He starts typing then stops, typing again then stopping. He teases me with that for what feels like hours, until I finally receive something. 

‘Be ready, once I’m done you won’t be able to say your name.’

I was speechless, leaving his message on read, letting him know he already stole all the words from me. I turn my phone off, watching the last few pre race interviews before I see Max walk past behind a crowd of people. A tiny smirk on his face, I smile knowing it was for me. 

My emotions throughout the whole race were a rollercoaster. Watching a crash between 3 drivers had me praying they were all ok and that it would never come across Max. There were battles all over the circuit, Max managing to never be a part of any as he led the race. I was surprised at how fast the race went by, from complaining about the length of them to now letting the time run right past.

My friends pulled me away once the race ended, telling me we had to watch the podium. And I was glad I let them take me. I watched max from below, majestic being the word to explain him. He wore his suit and sweat trickled on him, hair swept to the side like always. His eyes so soft I couldn’t imagine he was the same man that threatened to make me cry from his dick. I’m not complaining but he looked so content, so happy with himself and he never had needed God's validation. 

Everything in my head seems to become blurry, Max’s smile the only thing still keeping me here. I manage to find his eyes, remembering the blue of it from the first time. His lips change and I’m certain I see his signature smirk, just for me. 

When both of the national anthems finish they start spraying champagne, becoming my queue to escape to the red bull hospitality. I didn’t have any clue where to go so I waited for him outside the building. 

His teammate Checo walked past me, giving me a smile like I was any fan and then a crowd of people were making their way here. All following the man himself, Max Verstappen. He sees me standing there, that one smirk arises on his face before he whispers something to the woman beside him, probably his assistant or something, because once they reach me she smiles and then takes me to his driver's room as Max finishes with all the fans.

I take in the surroundings, the room being small but big enough to fit the things he needs. A decent sized bathroom and a mirror being the door of his cupboard filled with redbull polos, which seem to be the only thing he wears. 

“You going through my stuff, doll?” I turn at the noise, seeing Max walk into the room and start unzipping his racing suit.

“No, you left me in a room alone, what else am I to do?”

He chuckles and walks closer to me, his suit now hanging around his waist. He comes closer, nearly caging me into the wall with his body. A few strands of his hair fell and now hang between the two of us. I have nowhere to go, not like I’d ever want to leave, but it’s not like he’d let me. 

“I won.” He breathes out.

“And now I’m your good girl.” Max shakes his head, chuckling as his arm rests on the wall above my head.

“You’re not a good girl… but I’m gonna make you one.” He moves his head closer to mine, nearly touching my skin with his lips but he doesn’t make contact. Teasing me by going along my face and down my neck. So close I can feel his breath, but he never touches me. Trailing across my collar bone as I try to ease my breathing.

I lightly arch my back, bringing my chest closer to him, trying to force the contact. But then he stops. He grabs my pendant, the one of a cross. 

“You’ve been worshipping the same man for years, would it bring you to hell to worship another? Let’s say… me.” 

I don’t have time for a reaction as he smashes his lips into mine, taking my breath away. His hands cup either side of my face, holding me in place as he kisses my lips in a way no other person has before. My body writhes against the wall, having no clue what to do but touch him. Try and touch him in a way no person ever has and ever will. 

That my religion is his lips.

I lean into his touch when his hand reaches up my shirt, not touching my breasts yet, but caressing the skin of my back and waist. Max groans into my mouth, lighting a fuse between my legs that I tried to keep out. 

My nails dig into his shoulders, fireproof still tight along his body. I can’t control my body, wanting to feel every inch of him against and inside me. 

“If you wanna be a good girl, then you can wait.” I whine at his words when his lips leave me. My chest still arched and body screamed with need. “I don’t want you to move.” He tells me, eyes a darker shade and voice commanding. I nod my head quickly, hoping the faster I am, he will be. “So needy.” Max chuckles almost as if he’s teasing me of wanting him so much. 

He starts closing the gap between us, standing directly in front of me and looking down because of our heights. I grow accustomed to the heat his body spreads and the pink of his post-race cheeks. Falling for his looks before his touch steals my attention. His fingers slide down the side zip of my short skirt, pulling it down my legs until it reaches the floor. He pushes my legs apart with his foot and my pussy pulses with anticipation. 

I observe him as his fingers don’t go close to where I need him, instead doing the job of taking my top off of me. I lift my arms up to help him, feeling the cool air of the room brush against my body. 

“Take the rest off.” He tells me, standing back to watch my whole body. Eyes skimming me from top to bottom. My skin turned hot, a mix of emotions making me react in different ways. I nod, slowly taking my clothes off. Smiling to myself when I see Max brush a hand against the bulge in his suit. 

Once my panties and bra lay on the floor Max finally comes back. Hands gliding down my arms and then intertwining with my fingers. He guides each of my arms above my head, giving him full access to my body. Making me more vulnerable than I’ve ever been. 

The pads of his thumbs barely touch my nipples, forcing a whine out of my mouth and my chest to press into him. He pulls away immediately, draining his contact from me. And then he comes again, sliding his fingers over my nipples and I have to force myself to stay still.

Max’s fingers tickle down my bare body, he goes between my cleavage and caresses my breasts with the light touch of his finger tips. Soon going over my stomach and my lower abdomen. He delays the contact to my core and starts tracing my hip bones with each hand, slipping to my backside as he cups my ass with his hands.

“Fuck.” He mutters. Moving his hands from my backside to start lightly touching my thighs. Max advances to the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs a little wider, making it easier for his eyes and fingers. My lips parted long ago and breathing became uneven. Suspense ran through my veins as I felt the heat from his fingers approach my core. 

I was certain my arousal was close to dripping on his fingers, and then he finally touched me. Not as firm as I wanted, but his fingers still make contact. Teasing my clit as his eyes are on me, watching as my bottom lip is drawn between my teeth. 

The feeling was so new to me, I had never been touched by a man like this. Do I regret it, not really, because that would mean Max wouldn’t be the first. 

A loud moan rips the silence of the room, the filthy sound leaving my mouth. His middle finger runs between my folds and I flinch at the feeling, letting the moan leave my mouth freely watching as Max smiles. 

My climax surely builds up from his teasing strokes.

I then lose the feeling of his fingers, a cry leaving my mouth. “Be my good girl and show me how you make yourself cum.”

“I thought you were gonna make me a good girl. But I guess you’re not as good as I thought.” I slide my hand down my body, going down the trail between my legs. My eyes firm on Max as many emotions run across his face. I touch my clit and be sure to moan louder and longer than when Max touched me. My eyes were closed that I didn’t see as Max made his way closer, but his loud steps were enough. 

My hand his forces off my body and held above my head. Max’s other hand now occupying the job he told me to do myself. He doesn’t take his time now. Thrusting two digits inside of me with force. “I’ll make you cum. Give me a number.”

“Three.” I whine out between each of his thrusts, focusing on the harsh face he gives me.

“Fuck, making it so easy for me. I already made you cum once.” He chuckles at the confusion on my face. Pulling his fingers out of me and showing me my cum that moves down them. I moan at the sight, then once again as he shoves them in his mouth. My eyes stuck on his tongue as he circles each finger. When he pulls them out of his mouth a string of saliva is hanging from his fingertip. I watch as he brings his digits closer to my lips, telling me to open my mouth to get a taste of him. 

Max slides his fingers out of my mouth and drags it down my body. 

“Let’s do something new” Max says as he goes on his knees. Kneeling in front of me and making my pussy throb. He doesn’t say anymore words as he forces my legs on his shoulders. I clench my pussy as his breath brushes against it in such a way it’s a drug. 

The words slow, leisurely and gentle out of his mind as he starts eating me out. Like a starved man and I’m a whole dinner. The sensation of his flat tongue against such a sensitive part of me makes me crazy. My fingers diving into his perfect hair to ruin it. 

He toys with my clit and slides his tongue inside of me. 

It hadn’t taken long until I was reaching my release. Pulling at his hair with force and whining so loud I’m sure people outside could hear. But that only made it more thrilling. 

“So quick. But I’m not done.” Max says against my pussy before going back in. Bringing me to surprise. He licks and sucks all my cum, fingers coming back to ram inside of me as his tongue toys with my swollen clit. 

He made tears come to my eyes and a moan mixed with a whine to leave my mouth as I came another time. Even more sensitive.

Max helps me get off his shoulders before standing up to peel every piece of fabric off his body. Once my eyes laid on his skin I could truly say the suit doesn’t give him justice. 

My mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Making me question how easily he would fit. 

“Come here.” Max demands. And I do, walking up to him just for him to tell me to get on my knees. I grow nervous as his dick now sits in front of my face and as I’m about to grab it  Max tells me to do something completely different. 

“Go on your hands and knees. And face the mirror.” I quickly do it, seeing myself in the thin mirror. I look further up to observe Max. He grabs my hips, lifting them up so they're in line with his. 

I hold my breath as he brings his dick to my entrance. Circling it with his tip and watching me through the mirror. He distracts me with his signature smirk and then rams inside of me. Bottoming out immediately. My mouth opens in an ‘o’ shape as he takes my breath away with his dick. Pulling out and then thrusting back in with more power. His skin slapping against mine and tip viciously hitting my g-spot. 

Max leans forward and grabs my hair in a makeshift ponytail, forcing my head up. “I want you to watch as I fuck all the words out of your mouth.” 

My vision blurred by the tears, but I make out our figures. My tears fall as Max drives his dick into me once again. 

“That’s it. Cry over my dick. So. Fucking. Good.” He grits between his teeth at each thrust. I look at myself, being utterly ruined by a man I met a couple of days ago. He keeps my head up, not daring to let my eyes leave the mirror. His bottom lip is between his teeth and eyebrows furrowed as he keeps in his moans. Letting mine fill the room instead. 

I can barely hold up my body as I get closer to my climax. Clenching around Max multiple times before I finally release. 

A string of unholy sounds escape my mouth and it’s as if they set off Max, ultimately allowing me to hear him moan just as I had done before. 

Max twitches inside of me before he releases. Swearing in dutch before calling me a good fucking girl. His cum fills and distracts me as he pulls out. Demanding me to stay there.

I expect to see him walk out with a cloth, but instead his phone. He angles the camera right behind me, capturing his cum that drips out of me and both our faces in the mirror.

My face holds confusion and he sees it, keeping a straight face.

“People usually have photos of their gods, something to look at when they worship it. And this is mine.”

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[fxrmuladaydreams]

the boss’s daughter (gr63)

george russell x wolff!reader

summary: you become attached to a certain british driver, but he panics when he thinks about the repercussions of your relationship

notes: i’ve only ever written george one other time and it didn’t get all that much love, but that could’ve been bc the tags weren’t working so we’ll see how this goes. i hate having to do math with ages when it comes to fics so we’re all going to pretend that toto and susie are older than they are so they can have a daughter who is age appropriate for george 👍

Your father had tried his hardest, for years, to get you interested in racing. Your parents were Susie and Toto Wolff for god’s sake, it didn’t make any sense to him why you were so disinterested in cars.

Susie tried to convince him it was okay. “So she’s not going to be a Formula One driver, she’ll find something else. Something she enjoys.”

Little did they know that something was going to end up a someone.

Some might’ve called it lazy, your gift to your father on father’s day being the promise you’d attend a race weekend with him. But you would call it financially responsible.

You mother made you keep your promise, even after gifting him something he’d actually use.

“It’ll make him so happy.” She cooed at you.

And happy he was, taking you around the paddock from garage to garage, introducing you to the other team principals, even a few of the drivers. You ended your tour back at the Mercedes building, you father’s arm over your shoulder as he guided you through the crowds.

He tugs you along with him as he talks to the engineers. You’re sure it’s important, but to you it just sounds like nonsense droning on.

Your eyes wander around the garage, stopping on the two drivers standing in the corner.

You’d met Lewis before, you father adored the man. He was invited to various family gatherings and parties. He was sweet, his dog Roscoe even sweeter.

You hadn’t met George yet though. Sure, you’d seen him on the team instagram, accidentally turning himself into a meme practically every weekend.

You watch as George talks animatedly with Lewis, his hair slightly falling into his face. Lewis eventually gives George a pat on his arm, then walks away, leaving the younger driver alone.

“You haven’t taken me to meet George yet.” You tell your father once he’s finished with the engineers, softly tugging at his arm.

He pulls you over to the young British driver, who seems to stand up straighter in the presence of your father.

“George, this is my daughter, Y/n.” He introduces you.

When George’s eyes meet yours, you can’t help but drown in them. The soft green practically glitters in the sun.

“Nice to meet you.” He says, holding his hand out to you.

You take his hand in yours and shake it. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Toto looks between the two of you and very quickly notices the glint in your eyes. He also notices the way George’s lips tilt upwards in a soft smile.

“Alright, c’mon, let’s leave George to get ready.” He says, attempting to pull you away from George.

“But I want to see the car.” You keep yourself planted in front of George.

“You can go see Lewis’ car. I’m sure George wants some time alone before the race.”

“I can show her. I’m not busy.” George says, shrinking slightly when Toto’s eyes meet his.

“Alright.” Toto says gruffly, making sure to follow right behind you as George leads you to his side of the garage.

George almost looks nervous as he shows you his car, pointing out different things, then showing you everything on the steering wheel. You step closer to him, your shoulder brushing against his as he points at the different buttons.

Toto lets out a breath when it’s time for George to actually get ready for the race and get in the car. He pulls you back over to where he sits with the engineers and sits you down next to him.

The race is long, but at least if you watch the screens you’ll actually be able to see the cars driving as opposed to their zooming by on the actual track.

George only makes it barely outside the podium, scoring P4 after the race. You watch as he pulls his helmet and balaclava off in frustration. His golden hair sticks out in every direction. A light sheen of sweat coats his face, and you can see the light pink imprints on his cheeks from the balaclava.

You’re able to escape your father for a moment after the race to find George talking to some of the Mercedes workers. He’s got his race suit tied around his waist and a water bottle in his hands.

“Hi George.” You say when there’s a break in their conversation.

“Hi Y/n.” He says, giving you a small smile. “I hope you enjoyed your first race.”

You shrug. “It was alright. I much preferred the company before and after the race.” You tell him, letting your hand trail up and down his bicep.

He flushes under your gaze, stuttering out a quick “thank you” before he’s pulled away.

He doesn’t see you again that day, hoping that you’ll decide to attend another race sometime in the future.

You do, hoping to see the British driver again, maybe this time without your father watching over you like a hawk.

You attempt to seem more casual in the garage this week, only letting your eyes wander occasionally in search of George. He’s not hard to find, his height making him easy to see.

You catch his eye as he gets ready for the race. He gives you a soft smile, to which you reciprocate and give him a wink. His face flushes as he quickly tugs the balaclava over his head.

He doesn’t get a podium, but stays pretty high in the points. He’s slick with sweat when he gets out of his car, his hair is flattened to his head, and sticks out when he runs his hands through it.

He lets out a breath when he gets back to his driver’s room, closing the door behind him, but feels it get caught in his throat again when he sees you on his couch.

“Hey George. Good race.” You tell him.

“Th-thank you.” He stutters out. “Who let you in here?” He doesn’t sound put off or offended in his question, he’s genuinely curious as to how you found your way to his room.

“My dad is the team principal. I have access to pretty much wherever I want.” You stand up and slowly walk over to him. “Look at your hair.” You say as you softly run your fingers through the golden strands, attempting to straighten them out.

George huffs out a small laugh, not sure what to do. You’re very close to him now, practically pressed up against him. He can see the sparkles in your eyes, and can smell your sweet shampoo.

You catch his eyes wandering around, seemingly looking anywhere but at you. You use your fingers yo tilt his chin down so that he has to look at you. You smirk up at him.

“Do I make you nervous George?” You ask softly.

His cheeks flush. “No, no, I’m fine.” He gives you an unconvincing smile.

“You are actually.” You tell him as you lean towards him. You give him plenty of time to back away before pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth.

The kiss is brief, teasing. George can’t quite process it’s happening before you pull away.

You give him a soft pat on his chest, the black fireproofs smooth under your hand. “See you later George.” You wink, then leave him in his driver’s room.

George can’t seem to look his boss in the eye after your encounter in his room, especially not when you seem to find him at every race, and pull him into secluded rooms or hallways with your lips attached to his.

He’s in dangerous territory, he knows that. But he can’t stop. Not when your tongue is practically down his throat, and not when he holds you in his arms in his hotel room at night. He’s grown attached to you, addicted one might even say.

He doesn’t know what this is, neither of you have put a label on it yet, but the time you’re spending together sure feels an awful lot like the time a couple would spend together.

He was equally relieved and terrified when you told him that you wanted to make your relationship public. It was in his hotel room, you were wrapped up in his arms and a blanket, playing with his hands when you told him. He was glad to hear that you were in fact dating, that his heart could stop clenching every time he was with you, wondering if it was going to be the last.

He however knew that he was not mentally or physically prepared to find out what was going to happen when Toto found out. Was he going to lose his job? His life? Both were reasonable expectations in his head.

You’d been around George long enough now to sense his unease. You sit up, slightly pulling yourself away from him. “Unless… you don’t want to…”

He can’t speak, he can’t find the right words to say, he’s seemingly paralyzed.

“Okay. I get it.” You say, getting up from his bed. “You can’t date the boss’s daughter. Obviously. It was stupid to think this could work.”

He scrambles up from the bed when he finally processes your words. His sweatpants get caught in the blanket, tugging them lower down his hips. “Y/n, wait-”

You grab your small bag you brought to his room and walk to the door. “It’s okay George. Really, I understand.” You sigh. “I had fun though.” You give him a small smile before leaving.

He gives you space for the rest of the night, hoping that he’ll be able to find you at the track the next day to talk things through. He’s surprised when he doesn’t see you anywhere. He attempts to casually ask Toto where you had gone.

Toto doesn’t think twice before answering. “She wasn’t feeling well. She took a plane back home this morning.”

He waits for you to appear again, race after race after race, hoping that you’ll come back and talk to him. He tries calling, texting, even messaging you via instagram, all of which go ignored.

He feels like he’s lost a part of himself. And he’s determined to get that back.

Toto is surprised to find George at the door to his home over the break. The poor British driver wrapped up in a coat, shivering, clutching an almost frozen looking bouquet in his hands.

“George? What are you doing?” He asks.

George takes a deep breath. “I’m here to see Y/n. We were together during the season, but I made a mistake, and now I’m here to apologize and ask her if she’ll have me. Again.”

Toto looks even more confused. “You were dating my daughter?”

George gulps. “Yes. I was. And it was amazing, and I really care about her. And I would like to keep… dating your daughter…” he trails off.

“Leave.” Toto attempts to shut the door.

“Dad?” George sees you appear behind your father. “George, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to apologize. I shouldn’t have let you leave, and I should’ve been able to make our relationship public. I’m here to ask you for another chance.”

You brush your father out of the way, and grab onto George’s free hand, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him. His hand is freezing, and you feel just how cold his cheeks are when you softly cup his face. You don’t know if the pink blush on his face is from you or the cold.

“No. This is not happening. Absolutely not.” Toto says.

“Dad, I’m dating George. Whether you like it or not.” You turn to face him. “George is a good guy. You know that, you see him practically every weekend. And I’m going to be very upset if you kill and/or fire my boyfriend.”

Toto looks back and forth between the two of you. George with his wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and you with a pout on your lips and your eyebrows raised, as if challenging him to do something.

“Fine. You can date my daughter. But no sneaking away at races.” Then he looks directly at you. “No going into his driver’s room.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, I won’t go into George’s driver’s room anymore.”

“Anymore?!”

You giggle as George tries to hide himself behind you.

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˗ˏˋ MASTERLIST ˎˊ˗

the pit stop for all your reading needs !

mv33 ｡⋆˚ max verstappen

max and the three musketeers — mercedes is a just a tiny bit worried about your dates with their archenemesis

ln4 ⋆⭒˚ lando norris

in a galaxy far, far away — there's little time between fast cars and spaceships, but you make it work

dr3 ‧₊˚ daniel ricciardo

[ WIP ] pearls in his hair — they say alcohol brings people together, especially when you find a half-naked man by the lake of your vacation house.

ll40 ⭒𓈒ㅤׂ liam lawson

[ WIP ] rollar skate paparazzi — the guy you've been flirting with on the roller skate rink conveniently left out the part where he's super fucking famous

mv33 ｡⋆˚ max verstappen

[ WIP ] wrong kind of butterflies — max hates watching tv shows but he can't keep his thoughts away from that silly superhero show he watched on a 20 hour plane ride. and oh whatever shall he do when you actually meet on a charity party.

mv33 ｡⋆˚ max verstappen

best trophy in your showcase — cheaters deserve to get cheated out of their career, or at least that's how max justifies destroying your ex's life

cl16 ☾⋆˚ charles leclerc

oh no he's hot — your comic book signing takes a turn when a fan walks in wearing a t-shirt with a poorly photoshopped "charles lechair" or wheover that is [ WIP ] caramel splotches — charles makes an oddly specific reference to your youtube channel just once, but the internet decides to internet [ WIP ] apricot bowls — there's nothing charles wants more than to win a championship, but you, the baby and the cottage are a close second [ WIP ] beef? she's a vegetarian — no one could've possibly predicted the real reason why charles made a joke that he'll join eurovision 2024...but you do, and so does your ex

ls2 ✮⁺₊ logan sargeant

behind open doors — the relationship isn't as secretive as you think it is. texan egg hunt — the ricciardo urge to be obsessed with america takes a whole new meaning when your relationship with the only american on the grid is revealed...because of kinder eggs glitter bomb — logan has a very special helmet reveal on instagram to celebrate your olympics gold metal and a scavenger hunt seems like the appropriate way to reveal it to you [ WIP ] she's everything, he's just logan — not to flex, but how many f1 drivers can say they're dating a princess?

gr63 ˖♡𓍢ִ໋ george russell

get on with the show... — mercedes have a strict policy regarding office romance, but that can't stop Totally Spies because they can't read

op81 ✩°˖ oscar piastri

[ WIP ] fly me to the moon — the world hadn't seen chaos until you parked a miniplane in the pit lane your boyfriend lunchables [ WIP ] blueberry pastries — the mclaren and williams admins love taking advantage of the fact that you and oscar only seem to look like you're not absolutely miserable on camera when you're together meddle about — the singapore heat can't kill you, but the sight of him sweaty and disheveled just might

ln4 ⋆⭒˚ lando norris

[ WIP ] just a couple of besties — the king of spoilers himself, lando "oh is it confirmed?" norris, reveals to the whole world he has a girlfriend...and not a soul believes him.

dr3 ‧₊˚ daniel ricciardo

[ WIP ] you, me, and franz kafka — danny ric doesn't understand how a book about a guy turning into a insect can be interesting, but if it makes his girlfriend happy he'll read it- and maybe melt a few fans' hearts along the way

yt22 ★⋆.⁺ yuki tsunoda

cheap tricks on route 66 — losing a bag at a out-of-city gas station with an etched phone number seems a little too convenient doesn't it?

ms47 ❀˖˙⊹ mick schumacher

count me in — slowly but surely that fake dating plan you cooked up starts leaving its confined lines

last updated: 28/3/2024

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✦ PICTURE ME NAKED

📷: lewis hamilton x reader

💭: everybody loves him and his talent. and of course, the fans love his talent in capturing his girlfriend's moments every time.

‼️: her face claim is taylor russell, age gaps (reader is 27), lovesick lewis, supportive fan, no bad fan behavior here bcs we only want some peace, some curse words.

💌: happy holiday and (late) christmas for those who celebrate!! while i finish my oscar and lando fics, let me treat you with lewis one. hope you enjoy it!💗

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username lewis taking her pictures: 🥰😍😚💗 meanwhile y/n on the other hand: 💀🤔🤨🫢

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username not only her skin that's glowing, HER HAIR TOO✨✨

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Oh wait, last night. I forgot🫢

lewishamilton: WITHOUT ME??

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[itsgiovanna]

private but not a secret

pairing: fem!reader x lewis hamilton (lh44)

type: instagram a.u

summary: you're a very famous actress and is keeping a private relationship with lewis hamilton, you've been together before but things didn't work out. although, there’s a saying that goes: what's yours will find you. maybe they find each other, maybe not. who knows? destiny makes the move.

notes: this is my first instagram a.u, i hope you love it as much as i did 🤍 :)

warnings: fluff, cursing.

face claim: jasmine tookes

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swarovski as we celebrate our 128th year in the business, we’re pleased to announce that the 3x emmy award winner, y/n/l/n, as our new ambassador. 🩵

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yourusername happy to be part of it 🤍☺️

user1 she’s so gorgeous i can’t 😭🥺

user7 LOVE OF MY LIFE

yourinstagramupdates mother is mothering 🥵

user3 wait…. is that an engagement ring?

↳ lovingyourinstagram I JUST NOTICED IT

↳ hater6 she better not be back with lewis 🙄🤮

↳ hater4 i hate her lmao

↳ user2 you don’t even know her stfu

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yourinstagram thank you, @BritishVogue! it was an honor to be part of the october issue 🤍

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florencepugh i miss you, hottie! ❤️

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user5 STUNNING

user10 can i be you when i grow up?

user2 please hit me in the face with a baseball bat

carmenmundt gorgeous 🤎

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↳ carmenmundt can't wait!

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lewishamilton there's no place like home. 🇬🇧

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↳ user44 GEORGE RUSSEL WHAT IS THIS

↳ user35 did he just referred to that girl? 🤨

↳ user6 you mean his gf lol

yourinstagram the necklace would look better on me, tho. 🤍

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↳ lewishamilton come to the gp and i’ll give it to you 😉

↳ yourinstagram we’ll see…

↳ user 32 WHAT IS GOING ON OMG

↳ user 1 i hope they got back together 😭😭❤️‍🩹

↳ roscoelovescoco missing's my mom's ❤️

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↳ user27 get off roscoe's account lewis

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yourinstagram just got to do the hot laps with mercedes at the british grand prix! thank you @f1 💜

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georgerussel finally, lewis wouldn't shut up about it. anyway, it was good to see you 😄

↳ yourinstagram good to see you too, george!

danielricciardo still on the soft launch...

↳ yourinstagram 🤫🤫🤫

lewishamilton 💜

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user34 OMG IS THIS REAL

user5 i love them 😭

user8 not george exposing their relationship lmao 💀💀

mercedesamgf1 welcome to the family 🤍

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heidiberger how can you never look ugly? ugh, i hate you.

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user67 this is too much i'm gonna pass out

user82 she had the privilege of being the passenger princess of SIR LEWIS HAMILTON 🫠

anyataylorjoy 🩵🩵

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yourinstagram i couldn't be more proud of you, @lewishamilton. congratulations on @Almave! 🤍🥃

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lewishamilton you're something else ❤️

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pierregasly this is good advertising

↳ georgerussel he probably begged her to post it

↳ lewishamilton really, mate?

↳ user58 THE OFFICIAL SOFT LAUNCH

user9 i just need one picture of them together, ONE!

user12 hope they post something together soon 😭

user87 what’s written on her necklace?

↳ user5 it looks like two letters? “m” and “n”? idk, i’m confused 🤔

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lewishamilton every day in the motherland is more beautiful than the last. much love from us, kenya. 🇰🇪❤️

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yourinstagram one month ago, this happened… i'm the happiest woman in the world, you've stolen my heart in every possible way and i'm forever grateful for you, @lewishamilton. i can't wait to continue writing our story, my love. i love you, endlessly 🤍💍

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lewishamilton I promise it'll be a thrilling ride, baby. i love you, forever.

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georgerussel congratulations, guys! 💙

roscoelovescoco mom's and dad's 😍

sebastianvettel ❤️

naomi 🥰😍

serenawilliams the best couple there is ❤️

mercedesamgf1 future mr. and mrs. hamilton 🖤

user4 SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP

user67 imagine their babies 😭😭😭😭

user2 OMGGGGG

user8 the best day of my fucking life!!!!!!

valtteribottas when can i babysit your kids?

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susiewolff i'm so happy for you two ❤️

mickschumacher congratulations 😇🤍

landonorris aw ❤️

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lewishamilton three months ago on 7.9.23 at exactly 10:34P.M we welcomed our little girl to the world, mia nancy hamilton. it's been emotional and incredible at the same time, y/n you're amazing and mia couldn't have a better momma, i love you, darling. altought we're very happy to share the news with you all, we kindly ask for privacy at this moment. ❤️

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yourinstagram thank you for everything, love. i will always be by your side, i'm so happy that it gets to be the three of us now. mia is extremely lucky for having a caring, loving and admirable daddy like you, @lewishamilton. i love you more than my words can express, can't wait to have you home 🤍

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heidiberger auntie heidi loves baby mia 🥹

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user4 OMFG SHE'S SO CUTE

user6 i fucking KNEW IT 😍😍

user1 lewis was meant to be a girl dad

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THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY…

pairing: (fernando alonso x wolff! reader)

note: is my first ever work on this site smut? yes. do i happen to not know how to write smut? yes. is this my first time writing smut? yes. is this a bad idea? probably. but we move.

content warning: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, verb tenses jumping like frogs in lakes

“And Fernando Alonso crosses the finish line in the Bahrain Grand Prix, ending up 4th! Not bad considering the Spaniards track record recently.” You hear the reporters comment, but it’s a distant noise. Fernando finally got out of the midfield fluke he and Aston Martin was having, and you couldn’t be more happy for your partner.

He, however, was even more enthusiastic than you. After smiling through the media pen, he rushes over to your motorhome where he knew you would be waiting for him. Meeting anywhere but your own places was too risky with the media being everywhere, and you weren’t ready to tell your dad just yet about Fernando. He completely understood of course, the age gap was something he knew your dad would take a long long while to warm up to.

He knocked 5 times on your door in a happy beat, before you answered it with a smile and letting him in wordlessly, noticing his good spirits. You were about to congratulate him on his good results, but the second you turnt around you felt his lips on yours and his hands on your body.

You indulge yourself in his taste for a second before, “Fernando we couldn’t possibly—”

He kisses your words away before you finish your sentence, one of his hands moving to your cheek and another still on your waist. Having sex in your Mercedes motorhome would not be an easy thing to achieve, but by god will Fernando achieve it.

He was kissing down your neck before you could protest again, his left hand moving from your waist down to the inside of your pants, fingers hovering just over your panties. Your back was to the wall of the motorhome, and you swear if he pushed you a little bit more the whole place would come tumbling over.

The feeling of his fingers ghosting over your pussy was enough to knock all your senses out of you, however, and you kissed him back fervently as he suddenly pushed his digits into you, making you stifle your moan into his neck.

“Nando we really shouldn’t, my dad— ah— will come in any minute now— fuck right there— shouting profanities at no one in particular because Lewis and George double dnf’ed. You know we’re— oh my fucking god— gonna get caught.”

He suddenly takes his fingers out of you and you groan in displeasure.

“If you’re so worried about getting caught, why don’t we just stop?” He whispers in your ear with a teasing tone. The bastard.

“Asshole,” You reply, kissing him again and pushing him backwards until he’s sat on your couch. Proceeding to straddle him, you take your hand to his racing suit, gliding your fingers delicately from his chest all the way down to his cock, feeling the bulge so evident in his pants. “Or maybe,” you ponder, “we do stop, and your little guy doesn’t get any attention.”

“Please don’t call my dick little guy, mi amor,” he replies jokingly before pulling your Mercedes shirt up, kissing your chest while you grind down on him. “Always so pretty for me. I need more.”

In a second, he flips you over like you weighed nothing and laid you down on the couch, tugging your pants off of you as slowly as he could.

“Nando I swear to god, you better stop fucking teasing me,” you tell him, impatient. He chuckles before leaning back up to kiss you, then slowly making his way down your chest, taking your bra off effortlessly before moving down again to actually take off your pants, leaving you with nothing but your panties on.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that I’m the only one naked here?” You ask him, but with no accusation— he looked sexy in his black fireproofs. He kisses your inner thigh, a sight that would’ve brought any woman to their knees, before replying, “Relax, amor. I want to take care of you first, spread your legs wider.”

You follow his instructions with a hazy mind, not in the mood for any foreplay. Fernando takes your panties off slowly, kissing your leg as it goes along. He’s taking his time, he knows it’s making you want him even more.

“Look how wet you are for me, corazón,” he murmurs, pressing a swift teasing kiss on your clit. The action was enough for you to buck your hips lightly onto his nose, before he takes the bait and fully puts his mouth on your pussy, and begins to eat you out.

He moves like a man starved, holding onto your waist to take you even deeper in his mouth as if he wasn’t already. You try to stifle your moans with your hand to no avail, putting the other one in Fernando’s hair and pulling on it, eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrated up your pussy.

“Just like that— god baby you’re so good— more,” you whine, grinding on his face. He moves his tongue around your folds, making sure his nose bumps your clit every so often to hear you moan even louder.

You throw more endless praises in his direction, “Oh my god, I can’t— you’re so fucking good— I’m gonna cum soon baby,” you moan out, unable to control your volume any longer. Passerbys outside be damned. You feel him speed up at your words, focusing on your clit and inserting two fingers into you to help, making you whine even more.

“I fucking love you Nando, I’m so close—” you mumble, gripping his hair even tighter.

“I love you more corazón, being so good for me,” he murmurs near your folds, the vibration making you moan again. He attaches his mouth back on your clit, and the feeling of his beard is starting to burn but you don’t care, it makes you want him even more.

He knows you’re close, he can feel your walls get tighter on his two fingers and that only makes him add another one in, making you practically mewl at the feeling.

Joined with his tongue circling your clit, the coil in your stomach uncurled and you felt your orgasm release, moaning into your hand that did nothing to hide your volume. You try to close your legs but Fernando keeps them in place, eating out your high with a satisfied look in his eyes.

He climbs up your body, kissing you on the way back like he did before, on your inner thigh, your torso, your chest, and then your mouth, tasting yourself on him.

“That was— fuck, Fernando. That was worth any trouble I’d ever get into,” you say breathlessly. He looked so pretty like this, hid away from the world, just wanting to be yours.

He gave you a light kiss on the nose before replying, “Told you so. You just need to trust me.”

“I do trust you, just not very much in the ‘sex somewhere my dad can find us’ part,” you joke, earning a chuckle from him and a long kiss. “I love you, you know that right?”

He kisses your cheek before settling his body on top of your bare one and replying, “I know. Of course I do, because I love you more.”

“Okay, competitive,” you mumble sarcastically. Before you could help him with his predicament, however, a loud knock startled the both of you.

“Y/N, are you in there?” A deep Austrian accent asks, muffled through the door.

Oh shit. It’s your dad.

You quickly attempt to put on your clothes, ushering Fernando wildly to move to the other couch. There was no other exit in the motorhome, which had you scouring your brain thinking of an explanation for this random Aston Martin driver in a Mercedes motorhome.

“Uh— just a second dad!” You shout, and Fernando could hear how frantic your tone was. Finally managing to put your pants on the right way, you open the door and lean on the doorway inconspicuously. “Hey! What's up?”

Toto Wolff, Mercedes team principal and scariest father in the world when it came to someone you were dating, took a peek over your shoulder— not so hard with his height— and saw Fernando sitting on the couch he just ate you out on, ‘reading’ a book with his legs crossed to cover his hard on.

Fernando looks up and nods at Toto, not wanting to say anything that’ll damn him. Toto nods back, but is still suspicious as to why a Formula 1 driver other than his own ones were in your motorhome.

He was used to Lewis or Mick there, sure, but this was just…odd, to him. “What’s Alonso doing in there?”

You look at Fernando then back to your dad, acting as innocent as you possibly could. “Oh him? He just wanted to escape from the press a bit. He was gonna stay in Aston Martin’s paddock but he wants to get away from them too at the moment, I’m sure you understand.”

“And he…chose your motorhome to stay in?”

“Well you know I can’t help but help people!” You replied awkwardly. The silence stretches out for so long that you just wait for the ground to swallow you up, before Toto shrugged and finally said, “Just came by to tell you that our dinner with Lewis, George, and Mick will be at 7pm instead of 6pm. Our debrief might take longer because of the double dnf.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll be there, I think Lewis is picking me up.” Toto seemed content with that answer and nodded at this, kissing your cheek and telling you to stay safe before walking away from your motorhome.

You sigh a breath of relief, glad that he didn’t ask any more questions about Fernando, although you doubt that’d be the last time they would see each other.

“So you’re going out to dinner with Hamilton tonight?” Fernando asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. His legs were still crossed one over the other to cover his hard on, and his hands were clasped together in the middle. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he looked like someone who was interviewing you.

Smirking at that thought, you reply, “Me and my dad are having dinner with the drivers, not just Lewis. You’re not jealous, are you?”

Fernando shakes his head, but you know him better than that. He uncrosses his legs before patting his thigh, “Close the door. Let me show you how much fun you can have before that dinner.”

Following his instructions once again, you close the door before straddling him with a grin, about to continue where you two had left off earlier.

Unbeknownst to both of you, however, an oblivious Toto Wolff had accidentally dropped his favorite pen from his pocket just at the door of your motorhome. And he was about to come back and retrieve it.

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[astonmartinii]

hiii i was wondering if u could one where the reader is a scientist with lewis??

p.s ur amazing!!!!

raw chemistry | lewis hamilton instagram au

pairing: scientist!reader x lewis hamilton

in which a mercedes driver has unbelievable chemistry with a chemist

yourusername

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yourusername: the two sides of the (work? staff-bonding?) trip

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yourbff so fucking jealous of you

yourusername gotta make up for all those hours somehow

yourbff2 only you would find the cheesy chips at the monaco grand prix

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mercedesamgf1: yet another win for lewis in monaco ✨

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user23 mega, mega shift from hamilton today

lewishamilton couldn't do it without everyone in the garage and back at the factory!

user64 this man is uncapable of not slaying

georgerussell63 huge shift 💪

user55 so so clear of the entire grid

f1gossipgirl

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f1gossipgirl: lewis hamilton finally off the market? the world champion was spotted getting up close and personal with a mystery girl who is potentially in the second slide? do we think it'll last or is it just a post win romp?

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user90 we just taking pics of random people and creating drama now?

user35 my parasocial relationship in crisis but also am happy for lewis i'm going insane

user11 monaco does something to people i swear

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yourusername: back to the office 🧬

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yourbff smart and pretty - leave something for the rest of us

yourusername says you

lewishamilton you must be barium and beryllium cause you're a total babe?

yourusername i'm blushing ☺️ (did you google this?)

lewishamilton you're welcome ;) (yes i did)

user34 HELLO WHAT IS THIS ???

lewishamilton added to their story

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yourusername: happy people, happy times

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yourbff an invite to anything at this point would be nice

yourusername you complained the whole time last time

yourbff you people are the most insufferable (affectionate) people to third wheel

lewishamilton 🏄‍♀️ 🏄‍♂️

yourusername best teacher ever

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mercedesamgf1: lewis and george are having fun this summer break ☀️

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user44 ADMIN JUST EXPOSED LEWIS AND HIS GF??

user58 so is admin losing their job ? i'll miss you xx

user89 f1 twitter is about to go into melt down

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yourusername: you could say we have chemistry ;)

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lewishamilton who is using cheesy science puns now ?

yourusername are you an element cause i'd like to periodically bang you on a table

lewishamilton time and a place

georgerussell63 THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THIS COMMENT SECTION

alex_albon COVER YOUR EYES GEORGE

user33 i actually can't this relationship is so cute

user30 was originally scared about this relationship but if we get all this lewis content from it i can't be angry

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lewishamilton: forget hydrogen, you're my number one element xx

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yourusername is this our thing now? if so, you make me hotter than sulfur hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate.

lewishamilton okay i actually don't know what that means but i love you xx

yourusername i love you too xx

user50 lewis trying to use science pick up lines is taking me out actually

sebastianvettel congratulations you guys !!

lewishamilton thanks seb

yourusername thank you sebastian, i've heard about your impressive bee garden - will need to visit soon x

mercedesamgf1 mum and dad

user77 admin kept their job?

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mercedesamgf1: new paddock mum and dad just dropped *insert a science pun here*

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yourusername i'm the solution to all of the grid kid problems

lewishamilton not your best, love

yourusername you're hardly helping

lewishamilton i'm not the scientist here

landonorris mum and dad please stop fighting

yourusername see lewis why won't you think of the children

lewishamilton they're not children, i've heard about the things they get up too

alex_albon no we've factually never done anythign ever

georgerussell63 i second this

note: hope this was the kinda thing you were thinking, sorry for how long it took, life got unexpectedly busy out of nowhere. also, i barely passed gcse science so i hope it makes sense lol xx

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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

In the Face of Humiliation (Betrayal series) - F1 Grid

MV1 focused - side reader x Lando (relationship)

Summary: Max grew up karting her and while it took her longer to find her way into F1. Now she's here and they're side by side. But who'd have thought y/n would be the one to bring it to him. And who'd have predicted the damage it would cause?

An epilogue is going to follow this and the series will be over :(

"And we are back, here in Qatar for what could be a title winning weekend for y/n y/l/n. However, if she gains no points and Max wins, the title decider will be in Abu Dhabi next week. Where would you place your bets, Martin?" Crofty asks as they get ready for the race.

"Y/n has looked strong, she won in Vegas and proved to have no humility in her celebrations. Max took P3 but he won in Brazil. It's been so unsteady. They are both on the front row, but as per the whole season, y/n seems to just have the upper hand. She's won 8 races so far which is no competition to Max in 2023. But in 2025, he's won 5 races. I think I may put favour in y/n."

"I might have to agree."

Y/n sighs as she climbs into the cockpit and has her seatbelts done up before her steering well is placed in front of her. Y/n took P2 with Max ahead. But she'll be damned if he's winning any of the last 2 races.

"Ready to finish this race a champion?" Ronnie asks making her laugh.

"Came into this season winning, and I'll be leaving this season winning." Y/n states with a very proud expression.

"I love you, little star. And I'm going to see you over that line P1 today."

"I love you too, Ron Ron. Don't make me cry before the race has even started."

As usual the formation lap follows, then they're lined up and waiting for the lights out. Y/n feels the adrenaline rush of knowing this could be the race that changes her life forever. Much like this whole season had.

Final the red is black and they fly forward, she just doesn't expect for Max to have such a poor getaway letting her take the lead with ease while he finds himself swallowed up and rammed into by a Mercedes.

Classic George.

Somehow Max's bad getaway only leads to more chaos further back with a Haas, a RB and a Williams all colliding and finding themselves in the gravel. the RB somehow finding itself upside.

"Red flag! Red flag!" Ronnie's voice exclaims making her slow.

"Is everyone ok?"

"Albon, Ricciardo and Kmag are int he gravel turn one. Just collecting the cars from the gravel."

"Where's Max?"

"He had a bad start. He's currently P5."

Y/n even has to grimace with how bad a start that was. For him to fall back 3 places isn't fantastic.

"Why the red flag?"

"They need a few vehicles and a lot of debris and gravel. I think a couple other cars were involved but saved themselves." Ronnie states making her sigh. A lap 1 red flag is never exactly the ideal anyone is wishing for. "Stay away from Max when you pull up?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"He's saying you jumped the start and he's not happy."

Y/n snaps her head back with a scoff but chooses not to comment.

Once everyone is in the pit lane there's no time given and everyone gets up and out of the cars. Y/n tries to do as she was instructed but finds herself confronted almost like she did with him in Baku.

"You jumped the start, admit it. You can't keep that position!"

"You bogged down and got swallowed. Get over yourself." Y/n snorts feeling his vicious gaze burn through her.

"Just wait." Max laughs with a dry humour on his face. "It'll come to get you."

"Go for it, I'm still going to rinse you!" Y/n grins then blowing him a kiss before he storms off into the garage.

"You shouldn't provoke him." Andy sighs making her scoff.

"He came yelling at me." Y/n grumbles then crossing her arms. "As if he's trying to excuse his piss poor start and blame me!"

Y/n feels a rage building as she marches over to Ronnie and Christian on the pit wall immediately shouting and barking about the audacity of her teammate.

"You need to calm down before you get in the car, y/n." Ronnie states making her frown. "You didn't jump the start. So stop freaking out. you know you didn't, I know you didn't. It's not even been noted and trust me it would've by now."

"But-"

"Andy! For fuck sake, will you find a way to make her breathe without fire spitting at me?"

Y/n glares are her race engineer with a look that certainly doesn't need words to make the message behind it obvious.

-

Whatever Max did to get in y/n's head failed for both of them. Y/n won and the champion is in the bag as hers while Max took P7.

Lando, much to his relief, was on the podium for this moment too and y/n had be more than happy to celebrate with him there to be part of it all. He's proving to have quite a talent for putting himself in a good place to always be there for her wins. Lewis also climbed his way up to P3.

"Y/n, you are champion of the world. How does it feel?"

"It's...It fucking incredible. I can't stop crying-happy tears. Very happy tears. But this is the best day of my life. It's cost maybe more than I would like to have to admit. But I could not be more proud of my team and myself and everyone who has helped me to get here and...I mean we still have one more race. I fully intend to finish that on top too."

"Do you think this might finally see a return of the team for the last race? Two drivers driving together?"

"I think that's a price I paid which was more than I wanted." Y/n smiles with a very strained and pained expression. "Anyway, I have celebrations to enjoy and I intend to do with them to the best of my abilities. So thank you, I love everyone who has supported me. I have to go."

A vicious attack in the form of a shower of Red Bull is her first celebration, but what she doesn't expect when she walks through the garage towards the group photo. Is for Max to be there.

"Why is he here?" Y/n frowns looking at Andy.

"Y/n, this could be an olive branch. Don't cut your nose to spite your face."

"Are you just a man full of life lessons and metaphors?" Y/n grumbles before realising that this is not a moment she will allow Max to ruin.

This is her day of victory. Her championship. Her piece of F1 history and he will not be the person to sour it.

"Come on, you need to be in the photo too. I couldn't have done this whole year or got to this point at all without you." Y/n smiles linking her hand with her trainer and pulling him out as the team cheers, even Max looking happy though pained at the same time. The team is too focused on her to give any time or thought to him for it.

-

Abu Dhabi sees a bit more peace within the team. Max seemed to accept he'd been bested with y/n and when they saw the end of the race on the podium together along with Charles. He didn't wedge someone between them. In fact he seemed to urgently move so he was stood directly beside her before anyone got the chance.

Y/n and Max still didn't speak and he left, leaving her to do the testing that follows the end of season. Not that she was upset. Celebrating the end of the season by getting blindly drunk after testing and with Lando who was kept behind for testing along with y/n.

"Oh fuck." Y/n groans waking up on the hotel bathroom floor. Spotting Lando not far from her also laid with his head on top of a folded towel. Just close enough to be under the duvet that is covering them both, though she couldn't say who put it there. "I think I've died..."

Lando grunts stirring awake just in time to catch her words.

"I thought you died. When they discharged you from the hospital, I was sure they were just leaving you to die." Lando states making her eyes widen.

"I was in hospital."

"You fell down a flight of stairs at the club. Was like watching a rag doll. They pumped your stomach but by the time you got back here, you decided sleeping by the toilet was your best open." Lando states then groaning with a grimace as he sits up. "I didn't want you to be on your own while I slept on the bed."

"I think I can say I definitely celebrated that win like I needed too...possibly not how I should have." Y/n groans then shaking her head. "I don't think I have the ability to get up."

"Alright, champ. I got you." Lando laughs lightly then choosing a slightly unconventional strategy of rolling her into the duvet and dragging it into the main bedroom till he quickly lifts and tosses her up onto the bed. He quickly unrolls her before climbing onto the bed with her. "Alright, recovery mode activated."

"I live with a title and major regret."

"It's a good thing our flight isn't till tomorrow." Lando states while y/n sits up just enough to be grateful that Lando dumped both their phones on charge on the bedside table.

"Oh fuck-did I send Max messages last night?"

"Probably, you were complaining a lot about how he was supposed to be there and how you'd been there for all of his title wins and celebrations. I assume you threw a lot of insults to him."

"Lets just say enough that he has sent a paragraph of an apology that I'm too ill to read or process..."

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[holllandtrash]

disapproval | mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x leclerc!reader

request: "Mick Schumacher imagine where the reader is the youngest Leclerc. I live for overprotective brothers, so if you could include that. It doesn’t matter if it is a story or an Instagram au" word count: 2.6k warnings: none except kind of asshole brother charles so sry

You waited almost twenty minutes after the race started before sneaking out the back door of the Ferrari garage. Mick texted you saying ‘come by in 20’ but you figured 18 and a half minutes was close enough.

With all of the mechanics and pit crew focused on the race, you managed to make your way down to the Mercedes garage relatively unnoticed. You did receive a few questionable glances from the employees who did know you, but none of them said or did anything to stop you from opening up the door. Your VIP access pass was enough for you to do, for the most part, what you wanted

You shut the door quietly, not wanting to draw extra attention to yourself. You were a Leclerc in the Mercedes garage. Even if you knew next to nothing about the actual strategies or the game plan for the races, neither of the team principals would be too happy to see you in the competitions garage.

When you felt a hand on your waist, you jumped and gasped quietly, but when you heard Mick’s laugh you leaned into his touch.

“I said I’d meet you outside,” he whispered, pulling your back gently against his chest. Mick dropped his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Yeah, but you’re not supposed to leave the garage,” you pointed out. A loud cheer of excitement came from the pit crew when George overtook the car ahead of him and you pushed Mick closer into the corner, wanting to be as far out of the public eye as possible. 

“You’re sweet,” Mick traced his fingers over your jaw and turned your head to face him, his bright blue sent fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach. It had been eight months with this man and he still made it feel as though you two were the only people to ever exist whenever he looked at you. 

You had started dating towards the end of the last season. Spending the break together was ideal and romantic and you had never been happier. Obviously, you both would have loved it if he was still driving this season, but being Mercedes’ race driver ensured that he would still be there every weekend.

There was only one issue. 

Your older brothers were still very sceptical about your relationship. Charles, especially. He, sometimes, respected Mick as a driver and when they raced, they got along fine, but you were his younger sister, his only sister. To him, no one would ever be good enough for you. 

That didn’t stop you, though. Mick made you happier than you’d ever been. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin resting on top of your head as the two of you watched the race play out in the garage. You could feel him wince whenever Lewis or George had a close encounter. And in return, he squeezed your sides gently when Charles had too much oversteer in the fifth corner and caused him to drop down a place. 

“I wish you were racing,” you whispered, raising your hand up to cup his cheek. Mick turned his head and kissed your palm. 

“No you don’t,” Mick chuckled. “Because then you’d have to choose between rooting for me or your brother.”

“Oh, definitely you,” the lack of hesitancy in your response made him laugh harder.

“Charles would never let you stand in his garage if you showed up in a shirt with my name on it.”

“Then I'd stand in your garage,” you shrugged your shoulders, your lips curled up into a sly smirk. 

“Sweetheart, I want him to like me. I don’t need him thinking of ways to send me to the grave every time I pass him in the paddock.”

“He does like you!” you retorted, but you could both hear the uncertainty in your tone. You could feel him sigh and you corrected yourself, “He likes you as a person, just not-”

“As your boyfriend.”

You turned around in his grasp, interlocking your fingers behind his neck. Mick’s soft smile had the ability to calm your nerves. It didn’t matter what your brothers thought about the two of you. As long as you had Mick, you were fine.

There was a screen right behind Mick’s head and your gaze darted it for a second, only to see that there were a handful of laps left. Charles had managed to get the lead back and unless there was a red flag in the next few minutes, there was a good chance he’d finish first. As his sister, you basically had to be there to celebrate. 

Mick could see what was going through your head and he raised his hand to your chin, gently pulling your attention back to him. 

“Call me later,” he told you. “We can get dinner.”

“If Charles wins, a bunch of drivers are going out. Arthur too and he’ll expect me to join them.” you said, remembering the plans that he and Carlos made earlier today. Honestly, they didn’t need an excuse to go clubbing, but if they had a reason to celebrate then all the better. “Please come.”

Mick didn’t like going out. You had figured that out pretty early on in your relationship. The club scene just wasn’t him. He’d so much rather stay in and order take out. His favorite nights were when the two of you would spend twenty minutes trying to figure out what movie to watch as the pizza got cold only to always settle on reruns of shows you’ve already seen.

But he loved you and saying no to you wasn’t something he could easily do. 

“Okay,” his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but as long as you were by his side tonight, he couldn’t complain.

You stood on your toes to kiss him, tuning out the rest of the garage, hell- the whole world, as his lips met yours. His grip on your waist tightened and it took everything in you not to pull him to the nearest washroom so you could have a bit more privacy.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. He squeezed your side again and repeated the words back. As he lowered his arms, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, instantly ignoring the texts from Arthur wondering where you had gone all race. 

A simple instagram story post would answer his questions.

You’d just have to remember to post a congratulations picture for Charles on your feed later, otherwise he’d be bitter. He wouldn’t come out and say it, but you’d know.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you assured Mick and he was quick to give you one last peck on your cheek before you headed out the back of the Mercedes garage. 

You showed up at Ferrari just as the pit crew was running across the pit lane to climb onto the fences, ready to show their support for Charles who would cross the finish line any second now. No one seemed to notice your disappearance.

Until you locked eyes with Arthur.

With his arms crossed against his chest, he slowly made his way over to you, eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for an explanation. 

“What?” You asked, turning your focus to the screen.

“You were at Mercedes?”

“For a bit, yeah,” you shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “I was with Mick, why does it matter? It’s not like I'm needed here anyway.” You gestured around the nearly empty garage and when you looked up at your brother, you could tell he was ready to scold you. “Look, today is about Charles. Can we just save the talking to for another day? The last thing I need is for either of us to be in a pissy mood before we go out.”

As luck would have it, Charles turned the last corner and was heading down the track at full speed. The crowd was going wild, cheering on the Monegasque driver. It was deafening and you knew that you wouldn’t get a chance to personally congratulate him until later. 

You waited until he went to parc fermé before grabbing your bag and heading for the back door of the garage. Arthur grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere. He had this look on his face, assuming that you were on your way to see Mick again. 

“I’m going back to the hotel,” you assured him, yanking your wrist from his grasp. “I’d rather not get lost in a sea of people today, Arthur. Come and knock on my door when you guys are planning on leaving.”

A flash of regret crossed his face, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. He didn’t approve of your relationship either, but he also knew how happy Mick made you. The only one who actually seemed to be on yours and Mick's side was Lorenzo, but he wasn’t there to back you up today.

“Oh and I invited Mick to come out with us,” you flashed Arthur a cheeky grin, but you were already way out of the garage before he could even think about arguing with you.

A few hours, five shots and a spilled drink or two later, you found yourself in the middle of a conversation with Lando and Oscar. The three of you were tucked away in the back corner of the VIP section, sitting on the purple velvet couches while the majority of the other drivers were either dancing or at the bar. 

You were doubled over laughing at something Lando had said and your stomach was starting to cramp from how much the two McLaren drivers were making you laugh. The three of you were all struggling to catch your breath when the driver of the day showed up, 

“What is so funny?” Charles asked, nodding his head to instruct you to move over so he could squeeze in between you and Lando. 

What was so funny? 

“Lando-” you pointed at the Brit, but for the life of you could not remember what the joke was that had you breathless. You eventually shrugged, “You just had to be here.”

You reached for your drink that was on the table in front of you as your eyes scanned the crowded club. At the same time, Charles was watching you and there was no way for him to ignore the way your features softened when you locked eyes with Mick who was standing off to the side chatting with Daniel.

He sent a wink in your direction and even in the dim lighting, anyone who simply glanced your way would be able to see your cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“What do you see in him?” 

You snapped your head towards your brother, not a fan of his harsh tone. “I see everything in him. He means the world to me, Charles.”

“You barely know him,” Charles rolled his eyes and beside him, Lando and Oscar slowly inched away from your conversation. They both knew tensions were high when it came to your relationship.

“No, you barely know him,” you retorted. “You see him as a reserve driver for Mercedes and nothing else.”

“That’s not true, I also see him as an ex driver for Haas,” Charles argued back, earning a stifle of laughter from Oscar. You shot both him and your brother a glare before you stood up from the couch. 

“Trouduc,” you spat. Asshole.

“Hey, Y/N, come on,” Charles chuckled, reaching for your wrist before you could storm off. “I just think you could do better than Mick, is all. You have a habit of falling too hard too fast and I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks for your concern,” the sarcasm dripped from your words and you firmly ripped your arm from his hold. He let go of you at the same time and the momentum sent you stumbling backwards. 

You were half expecting to lose your balance and hit the ground, but instead a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you could fall. You looked up to see Mick, eyeing you with concern. The second his line of sight darted towards Charles, it clicked in his head what had happened.

For months you tried desperately to get Charles to understand that you were happy and in love. You wanted your older brother to respect your relationship and actually support it, but it was starting to become draining. You were beginning to think he would just never approve.

“You alright?” Mick asked, and even though you nodded, he saw right through the act. He reached for your hand and squeezed it.

“Can we go?” You asked him, wondering why you didn’t take him up on his offer to just stay in tonight. 

Mick nodded and he started to pull you in the direction of the club doors. You only got a few feet away from the VIP section when he looked over his shoulder, presumably at where Charles was sitting.

“Mick,” you urged, tugging on his hand, “Let’s just go.” 

But he had stopped walking, “Give me one minute, okay?”

“No what are you-”

You couldn’t finish that question. Mick had already walked back towards the couch. You watched as Charles stood up when he approached, eyeing up the taller blonde. Mick had a few inches over Charles, but both of them were intimidating in stance. 

From where you stood, you couldn’t hear what you were saying, but you could see Mick’s muscle tense. You could make out the lines in Charles’ forehead. When Lando and Oscar stood up as well, you could tell they were getting ready to intervene if needed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cross the floor and get involved. 

And then Charles stepped closer. There was only a few inches of space between the two of them now and you were praying that they both cared about their careers enough to not do anything stupid. The last thing you needed was for this to turn into an altercation and blow up on twitter.

Lando said something to both of them and Charles looked over at you. Whatever Lando said was all it took for Mick to back off and make his way back to you. He grabbed your hand, linking your fingers together. You hated the scowl on his face. Mick was never angry. 

“What did you say to him?” You asked when you stepped outside. Mick pulled out his phone to order an uber, ignoring your question. You poked a finger against his chest, “Micky, what did you say to Charles?”

Mick sighed, sliding his phone in his pocket, “I told him that he had to get over himself and accept the fact that you and I are together.”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting to hear Charles’ response.

Reluctantly, he told you. “He said that eventually you’ll smarten up. You’ll realise that you can do a lot better than me.”

Charles’ words had gotten to Mick. You wanted to scream at your brother for being so blatantly disrespectful. 

“Don’t listen to him,” you said quietly. “He’s taking the whole protective older brother thing to the next level and he’s just being an ass.”

“He’ll never approve of us together.”

“I don’t need his approval,” you assured Mick. But you were both thinking the same thing. You didn't need his approval, but you definitely wanted it. You hated that your relationship with Mick was putting such a strain on your relationship with your family.

The uber pulled up and Mick opened the door for you, letting you slide in first. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, letting the silence fill the car ride. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened up Instagram. Mick chuckled when he saw what you were posting and you felt him smile against your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

The rest of your night with Mick was wholesome. You curled up into the hotel room bed and you put on reruns of an old sitcom, both of you pushing the interaction with Charles far from your minds.

It wasn't until you woke up the next morning and saw the dozens of notifications. Missed calls, tweet and texts. All of them drawing attention to the comment on your post from last night.

Your heart sank when you opened up the app and saw what Charles had commented in the early hours in the morning, probably when he was just getting back from the club, and most definitely too drunk to be on his phone.

You could only assume that he had meant to send the photo to one of his friends, or even Arthur, but instead in his drunken state, the intended private message ended up being a very public comment.

yourusername

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yourusername mon chéri🖤

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mickschumacher i don't speak french

yourusername use google translate dummy

paddockgf such cuties im obsessed🥹

sunshinelewis y/n leclerc is really out here living all of our dreams

charles_leclerc i reallt dont understand why they r together

yourbestfriend ... maybe because they're in love? try being supportive of your sister for a change landonorris too far charles, too far

You hurried to delete his comment, but at this point you knew half of the F1 media world had already seen it and the other half would hear about it before noon.

Your phone started to vibrate and you swallowed back a lump that had formed in your throat.

incoming call: charles

part 2 here part 3 here

requests are open

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher instagram edit #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher one shot #mich schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #charles leclerc #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #leclerc!readerl #lando norris

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Expectations

Synopsis: To keep it short, the grid’s reaction of you dating Jude

young female mercedes driver reader x 2024 F1 grid

A/N: technically, this is a part 2 to “don’t expect the expected” and while you could probably read this as a stand-alone, it’s recommended to read pt1 🫶

. so

. the drivers on the grid kind of had an idea you were dating jude before the rest of the world did

. you were suddenly spending most of your free time in madrid

. you expressed a lot more interest in la liga than they would’ve expected

. they saw your recent instagram posts

. and after your first few posts about seeing real madrid games, it wasn’t hard to narrow it down to who you might be dating

. also, watching jude walk through the paddock with you and sit in the mercedes garage was all they needed as confirmation

. carlos is the most excited about your relationship

. he’s been a real madrid fan for forever

. he thinks jude’s a really good addition to the team

. and carlos just likes the guy in general

. he’s the first driver on the grid to welcome and befriend jude

. he helps set an example of how the other drivers should treat him

. because the grid isn’t used to having a boyfriend around instead of a wag

. they didn’t really know how to act

. as your teammate and one of your closest friends on the grid, george goes kind of “big brother” on him

. he acts friendly and everything, but he makes sure jude is treating you right

. “are you okay?” “yeah, why?” “oh, well I just saw jude storm out of your driver’s room, I wanted to make sure everything was okay between you two”

. “y/n, you said jude met your family over winter break, how’d it go?” “everyone liked him! they said he was very nice and they thought he was good for me” “good, i’m think he’s good for you too. not that you need my permission or anything I just-“ “I get it george, thank you”

. lando forms an almost sibling-like bond with jude

. because even though lando’s 4 years older than him, they’re at the same level matutrity wise

. this could include teaming up with him to make fun of you

. “stealing” jude away and wondering off in the paddock

. and accompanying you to real madrid games when he’s in spain

. the two of them become goods friends in a short period of time and even though they’re pretty chaotic together, you’re happy they’re getting along

. charles befriends jude surprisingly quickly

. at first, he gets to know your boyfriend because of how much he’s with carlos

. but eventually their own friendship forms

. it mostly consisting of jude teasing charles about his unimpressive football skills

. and charles’ jokes about jude being a terrible driver

. you know they have plans to teach each other their professions at some point

. and you can’t wait to watch and laugh at them

. you expected nothing less of daniel to get along with jude faster than everybody else

. jude told you multiple times how excited he was to meet danny

. and likewise for daniel

. they get along super well, they have similar senses of humor and clicked very quickly

. danny also has too much fun teasing you two all the time

. “oh look, the lovebirds are here”

. “jude, your girl just got a podium, how are you gonna spoil her?”

. “y/n come get your boyfriend he’s been so depressed without you”

. anyway

. the point is

. unless the guy gives them something to be upset about

. everyone likes jude

something short and sweet for now. i have so many ideas that i cannot wait to write and i’m so excited for you all to see them

#reader insert #formula 1 #driver reader #f1 grid x reader #platonic f1 grid #f1 imagine #formula 1 driver imagines #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 2024 grid x y/n #would it be 2023 or 2024 I haven’t decided yet #female driver reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #headcannons

[mbappebby]

Stargirl || Two

Ivy Carter (OC) x f1 grid

Summary: Ivy never thought she could achieve a podium in her first ever race in formula 1, but she did and made everyone proud of her

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey! Loved the 1st chapter of your new series! Can I request one where Ivy gets on the podium for her first ever race and everyone is proud of her. Thank u x

Words: 1K +

Stargirl series

Taglist: @myluvtaeil (let me know if you want to be added)

Race day

Ivy scanned her pass before entering the paddock, she greeted fans as she was making her way to get to the Mercedes garage. Ryan could see how nervous she was but didn’t say anything, the pair soon enough entered the Mercedes garage.

Ivy greeted her team before making her way into her drivers room, she put her headphones on to listen to music to try to calm down her nerves.

“Hey, where’s Vee?” Susie asked. “In her drivers room, she’s really nervous but won’t admit it if you ask her what’s wrong” Ryan said. “You really know her very well,” George added.

“Been her trainer since the beginning, I can read her like a book” Ryan told them. “Why don’t you talk to her for a bit? Might help to her calm down,” Toto said to his wife.

“I was going talk to her anyways, I’ll be back in a bit” Susie replied as she made her way to Ivy’s drivers room and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Ivy said as Susie opened to door. “Hey Susie! What’s up? Am I needed in the garage?” Ivy asked. “No you aren’t, you also don’t have to hide from everyone that you are nervous. It’s understandable, sweetie” Susie said softly.

Susie was sat down next to Ivy, the rookie looked the ground. “I hate how Ry can read me like a book..” Ivy mumbled. “He’s looking out for you” Susie told her.

“Still annoying..” Ivy added. “I know you might feel like that Vee, anyways let’s have a chat to hopefully calm you down before the race” Susie said.

And that’s what they did..

After the conversation with Susie, Ivy felt way better than earlier. She and George were currently making their way to the drivers parade. Ivy made her way over to Oscar.

“Hey Vee,” Oscar said as the shared a fist bump. “Hey Osc,” Ivy added with a smile. “Look who it is!” LOGAN SARGEANT said as he walked over to the duo.

“Lo! Hey! Sorry, I haven had a chance to see you at all this weekend!” Ivy replied as they hugged. “It’s alright Vee, happy that you made it up here” Logan said.

“Me too!” Ivy added. “Carter!” Lando called making her turn around. “What’s up Norris?” Ivy called back as Lando started to walk over to her. Ivy quickly walked to stand behind George.

“Aww, you need to be protected?” Lando joked as Ivy smacked his arm, making drivers laugh at the duo. “Feisty as ever,” Lando mumbled as he rubbed his arm as Ivy just smiled at him.

“Nice one Vee!” Alex called. “Thanks Albono!” Ivy replied with a laugh. “I actually hate you,” Lando said. “Love you too Lan!” Ivy said and once again moving away quickly from Lando and placed herself near Lewis.

“It’s going to be a fun season with them,” Max said. “Tell me about it, imagine what it would be like if they were teammates?” George said. “Chaos,” Charles replied.

“They’re two kids, what do you expect?” Carlos added making them laugh.

//

The moment it happened.

“HISTORY IS MADE TONIGHT! IVY CARTER BECOMES THE FIRST EVER FEMALE TO FINISH ON THE PODIUM IN FORMULA 1! WHAT A FIRST RACE FOR THE 18 YEAR OLD ROOKIE!” Crofty exclaimed as they watched the Mercedes cross the line.

R: “That’s P3 Vee!! What a way to start your formula 1 career with a podium! Brilliant performance today, congratulations Vee!”

Ivy: “AHH!! I did it!! Thank you guys so much, I can’t believe it!!”

R: “You deserve that Vee, amazing performance kid!”

Ivy: “Thanks Toto!!”

Ivy parked her car in the P3 spot, she stayed in her car for a while before eventually stepping out and running into the arms of her crew. She took her balaclava and helmet before seeing two familiar people.

She soon saw Toto and Susie and ran to them. “Knew you could do it Vee!” Toto said. “We are proud of you sweetheart, so many girls will be looking up to you” Susie added as she kissed her forehead.

“Thank you guys!” Ivy mumbled before she had to go get weighed, she then put her helmet down and had a drink of water. “Vee! P3?! Proud of you!” George said as he hugged his teammate.

“Congrats Vee, so proud of you!” Lewis added as they hugged. “Thanks guys, a double podium for us too!” I y replied looking at George. “You know it!” George said.

“I’ll get you both next week, anyways congrats again Vee” Lewis added. Ivy felt someone squeezed her shoulders from behind, when she turned around she saw the Dutch driver.

“Go again next week?” Ivy said as she put her fist out, Max accepted the fist bump. “You know it, almost got me at the end Vee, congrats by the way” Max replied.

“Thank you!” Ivy added as she made her way over to do her post race interview.

“Ivy, a huge congratulations! P3 on your first ever formula 1 race, how you feeling?” JENSON BUTTON asked as the crowd cheered.

“I’m still trying to find words to describe the feeling, I just want to say that can’t thank Toto and Mercedes enough for giving me this opportunity. It’s a dream come true and can’t wait forwards to the races ahead” Ivy replied with a big smile on her face.

“Thank you Ivy, congratulations once again!” Jenson said as Ivy waved up to the crowd before giving Jenson a hug before making her way into the cool down room.

Moments later, Ivy walked out onto the podium..

Toto and Susie had were clapping proudly with big smiles on their faces as watched Ivy up on the podium. Ivy pointed down to them with a big smile on her face too.

“Toto and Susie Wolff looking very proud of Ivy, what a special moment this is for Ivy, she’s just proved to everyone that she deserves to be in that Mercedes seat!” Martin said.

//

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ivycarter: P3 on debut?! Words can’t describe how I am feeling right now. If you were to say to me a few years ago that I would have achieve a podium in my first race in formula 1, I would have never believed you. A double podium for us, very strong start to the season. Thank you all for all the support, means so much to me. Let’s go again next week!!💗

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user61 Let’s gooo, congrats Ivy!!!

user2 Proving everyone wrong😌

user94 🤩👑

susie_wolff Proud of you sweetheart❤️

ivycarter 🥰💗

user62 Susie & Ivy🥹

user26 Susie and Toto looked so proud of her😭

user17 Stargirlll🤩

lewishamilton Well done Vee❤️

ivycarter Thanks Lew❤️

user19 Awh her and Lewis!!

user7 Congrats Vee!

user81 Stargirl for reallll

user43 🔥🔥🔥

georgerussell63 Proud of u Vee!

ivycarter Thank u G❤️

user66 Ivy and George are the best teammates this year

user9 Toto and Susie looked so proud of her!!

maxverstappen1 Well done Vee!

ivycarter Thanks brooo, I’ll get you next time!!

maxverstappen1 Bring it on lil sis!

user20 I love how all the drivers treat her like a little sister!🥹

user72 I’m loving her friendship with Max!!

user80 Let’s go Ivy!!!⭐️

user58 Queennn👑

olliebearman Ay! Congrats Vee!

ivycarter Thanks Ol!

paularon_ Come to the F2 paddock!!

ivycarter On my way!!

user62 My fav trio ^^

user19 I love how Ollie, Paul and a few others weee watching her🥰

#f1 #f1 imagines #formula 1 #fem!f1driver #female driver #f1 x fem!driver #f1 x female driver #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[thatsdemko]

ride that like a Mercedes - t.wolff & l.hamilton

masterlist

threes company

requested: y but also n

pairings: Toto Wolff x fem!famous!reader & Lewis Hamilton x fem!famous!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + sexual acts mentioned(not very many details)

a/n: I’m back with another one of these! I was told by an anon that they loved my previous fic like this so why not create another?? there is also no crazy age gap between the reader, Toto and Lewis in this. shoutout @monzabee for helping me finish this! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

the roars from the screams and cheers break through your noise canceling headphones, the garage practically rumbles with excitement watching Lewis pull another podium. it’s thrilling, watching Toto pump the air and high five surrounding team members. everyone’s happy, including you.

you got the best view of the whole Grand Prix, Toto Wolff. sure, the fast cars and endless laps of excitement were what people paid for, but the view of him could never be tiring.

his white Mercedes dress shirt sleeves were bunched up from stress, glasses that he once was wearing were tossed to the side, and that crinkled smile was just everything to get a girl wet. and you’re one of those girls.

“good race to watch?” he asks, Austrian accent shinning through, he pulls you in for a side hug as you congratulate him on another successful race.

“it certainly was fun to watch.” you smile up at him taking in all of his features; the lines of stress on his forehead, the crinkles by his eyes from laughing or smiling, and those beautiful, oh so beautiful, brown eyes.

he bends down so only you can hear him, “I noticed that you had more fun watching me than the drivers.” he picks his head up from his whisper and moves along the team to Lewis and George to congratulate them both.

you’re struck, you thought you played your glances and stares off, but he saw them all. every single one of them Toto knew you were looking, and every time you weren’t looking, he took the chance to look too.

he knew tons of pretty women who were interested in him, and it wasn’t that they didn’t strike him, but they weren’t you. he’d been looking for someone that sparked something in him, and somehow you just did it.

its not until the lights are out and the night life trickles in when courage finally washes through you. you’re confident he feels the same way, so when you guide him to the dance floor and his hand naturally falls onto your hip, it’s all the signs you need. he wants this.

it’s not long until you’ve got the Austrian billionaire cornered in the private restroom, clothes flying every which way and raspy moans escaping left and right from both of your lips. it’s all good, he thinks he’s lost his touch after months of nothing, but the multiple orgasms tell him everything.

this felt better than a 1-2 win.

—

this is your home turf, modeling, runways, fashion shows, it’s all yours. you expected him to be here, you expected to see him, but not this soon. not after what’s happened two nights ago.

he’s got that gorgeous smile on his face, beautiful brown skin is glowing under the lights as he slips through the curtains to say hello to fellow models and makeup artists.

he’s always kind, always being just a sweetheart, it’s no surprise you find yourself in the position you’re in. your lips on his, hands roaming, nails dug into his tattooed skin.

he acts normal the whole show. claps when he needs to, looks when he’s supposed to. but you feel those eyes on you, they are just different than the way he looked at anybody else. you could see out the corner of your, focused, eyes he’s licking his lips before leaning to whisper something to George. it’s all making you anxious, you want to get off this runway, and just run away with him.

he gets you when everything is done. clothes you’ve modeled are back on the hangers, makeup is off, and you’re in nothing but bra and panties.

he takes the time to stretch you out, lips suck and pull your exposed skin. he sees the marks that the makeup did a good job of covering, and he just sucks over them and makes new ones where the other guy didn’t.

little does he know, the other guy? was his own boss.

#f1 imagines #toto wolff #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton drabble #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton x you #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x y/n #toto wolff x you #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff fic #toto wolff smut #toto wolff fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 #f1 x you #f1 driver x you #f1 x reader #f1 driver x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic

[earl-grey-teacake]

Hey, could you write something about your baby Loscar AU, if I remember correctly one headcanon was that George sneaked into Alex's driver's cab to hug Logan as if he were a teddy bear… maybe baby Logan didn't want to stay at Williams for some reason for the Australian GP (🙃) or did he just want to be with George but couldn't, and after the race Alex finds George hugging/sleeping with Logan? (sorry for my English, it's not my first language)

Absolutely! After that race I am racing to write as much fluff as I can!🥰

You're English is perfect! Don't worry, you're doing great!❤️

*******

It felt like he was on autopilot. Toto had pushed debriefs to later, instead choosing to send the team doctor and psychologist to examine him. The last lap had everyone rattled and it was unlikely they would be able to be productive in this state. So George's body took him to the safest place he could think of. The place where his love, his life, was gathered into one room.

He lamented that his child could not spend his time in Mercedes. The garage and hospitality was simply too crowded with staff and VIPs and Logan was so shy, so terrified of new people that George would have been unable to put him down. How could he when his son clung to him so tightly for protection? But now, he��wanted needed to see him. He needed to be where it was safe.

The Williams garage was empty, everyone was in the debrief. Making it much easier for him to get in, even though he had never met resistance before. The knock was an empty gesture since he knew he'd be allowed in anyways. The nanny smiled and left upon seeing him, knowing well enough to give him space.

Logan with his cherub-like face and golden hair, was lying on his play mat and perfectly content with the little lion Max had gifted recently. George said no word, instead choosing to watch as Logan waved the lion around. Logan, spotting his father out of the corner of his eye, squealed in delight and reached his arms out to him.

George smiled and in that moment, he felt the ache and weight of the past couple days. Pulling Logan into his arms, the boy wrapped his arms around George and babbled joyfully. Yes, this was where he needed to be. No matter how hopeless he felt, how exhausted and tired and disappointed he was about his failure to provide Mercedes with points, how scared he was today- it all disappeared. Logan didn't care about point, or winning, or constructors championships, he just wants to see his dads. That's all he needs to be happy.

George placed a kiss on the top of Logan's head. "I'm back, Logie. Did you miss me?"

Logan babbled nonsensically in return. George only hugged him tighter, taking in the warmth and the soft smell of baby powder and banana puree.

Alex was exhausted when he came back. He wanted to go home to the UK. They were all staying at his mom's before flying out to Suzuka. He wanted to go home, celebrate his birthday and forget about this whole weekend. He wanted cake, and kisses, and cute photos of Logan with the pets.

Though, he would take the sight before him as compensation for his awful week. Alex quickly pulled out his phone to snap the adorable scene in front of him. George, with all his long, lanky limbs, had managed to squeeze himself within the confines of the play mat. He was curled around Logan, the boy asleep on George's arm. Alex knows he should wake George up, especially with the back pain he could get sleeping in that position, but he let it go. It seemed like they all needed this today.

****

I hope I did your prompt justice!

Please accept this as consolation. This weekend was heartbreaking.

If you would like to send an ask, please feel free to!💕

#logan sargeant #galex #alex albon #george russell #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #baby!logan #baby!Loscar AU #please accept this as consolation for this week

[agendabymooner]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞

☼ WHO TF IS LANDO NORRIS?

chapter summary: honey-sue is… honey-sue. she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

so when her fans (who were coincidentally fans of the sports as well) began to ask her things about her lack of interest, more people (mostly just a group of british youtubers and a certain f1 driver) immediately shifted their attention towards the socially awkward woman as she and her brother got invited to a party in monaco hosted by an f1 driver. newsflash: it wasn’t hosted by either lewis hamilton or george russell.

content warning: use of explicit language, chatfic + tweets, mentions of social anxiety

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HONEY-SIUUUUU

jideeee 😚😚

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

who dis?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

stfu you know this is your best girl stop capping

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no? idk who you are

HONEY-SIUUUUU

so if i were to say that i told simon about you using his towel to clean up the mess you made in his room then you wouldn’t be phased about it?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw fam i’m all jokes 😭 don’t tell simon

what’s up, honey??? can’t pay your rent this month?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

oh har har 😒 we all know who’s most likely got more money in her savings

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

and we also know who’s most likely to get someone anything she wants because that someone refuses to use her money on any stupid shit for once

HONEY-SIUUUUU

fuck off i’m being practical. at least i haven’t lost my money to crypto

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ouch ok. i’m hurt 😒

HONEY-SIUUUUU

anyways. I GOT MY FINAL GRADES BACK 😭😭 I WANNA TELL U FIRST BC I FEEL LIKE YOUD BE MORE EXCITED FOR ME

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ong??? holy shit, that’s fast. did you make it to the president’s list???

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ok but what do i get when i tell you the result? /jk

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

a pat on the back and congratulations? 🤣

HONEY-SIUUUUU

i’m expecting for something more than that but as long as you’re fulfilling your promises i’m solid

BUT ANYWAYS I GOT THE ONLY 4.0 AND PRESIDENT’S LIST 😭😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

HOLY SHIIIIT LEZGOOOOO

smart ting you are what the fuckkkkk

happy for you honey!!!!! 😮‍💨

lowk wish i’m there rn to celebrate that with you and the mandem 🙃 stupid boxing trainings

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh don’t even worry about it jj 😁😁 i was just v excited to share this to u

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

i’ll make it up to you i promise!!! i’m hella proud of u and ur ability to not even have a breakdown during those days ✊

i gtg tho 🙏 congrats again bro! lmk when ur graduation’s gonna be and what u want for this. i’ll ttyl

HONEY-SIUUUUU

forget about it jj— i was just joking when i said get me sumn

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

it’s a good thing i don’t listen to you whenever you tell me not to get you something huh?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

that’s just your guilt from calling me a sket on harry’s diss track.

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

haha just tell me what u want and i’ll get it sorted out as soon as possible

HAROLDINHO

oi honey

PLONKER

oi harold

HAROLDINHO

i’m at the mailbox rn

u got a package

PLONKER

gee do you ever wonder what the mailboxes are for? 🤔🤔

HAROLDINHO

i was going to bring it upstairs but i guess never mind 😒

a simple “oh really? thanks harry!” would suffice

PLONKER

just get up here and bring it 🤡 you could’ve just brought it up instead of texting me

what’s so special about it that you had to text me before you get up here n e ways??

HAROLDINHO

i dunno. something about it screams fancy.

did you get any bag by chance because this seems a bit too expensive

PLONKER

i don’t buy expensive stuff online???

can you come up so i can open it?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

JJ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

LIKE YOURE NOT PULLING MY LEG? AND HARRY’S?!!!

IS THIS REALLY MONACO GP?!

JJ YOU BETTER RESPOND NOW OR IM GONNA BREAK IN YOUR HOUSE AND I KNOW WHERE YOU PUT THE KEYS TO YOUR LAMBO

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

sorry i was on the gym

don’t break into my house

and yes??? you said to get you something right?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

yeah but i was joking 😭😭

this is so cool

but this is expensive. do you take paypal?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no tf 🤣

as i said. i’d get you anything you want. but you didn’t tell me what you wanted so i just asked the boys

HONEY-SIUUUUU

you never should’ve listened to harry lmfao

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

lol it was vik and simon who recommended we get you and harry those tickets lololol

i was like “hmm idk what to get her” so they were like get you a trip to monaco or something. they specifically said get you a paddock pass for mercedes

so like go see your michael schumacher or that ken doll you showed me

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jj babes 🤣🙃 mick is in haas

and the fact that we’re taking your jet too 😭😭 you didn’t have to go all out on me

but seriously thank you thank you thank you

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

letting you know as well that will, filly and chunkz are coming along. they got passes from mclaren and all that. it'll be a full plane lol. so it won’t be as overwhelming for you and harry to go alone

HONEY-SIUUUUU

no way?!!!! MY FRIEND FILLYS COMING ?! 😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

yeah lol

so you have fun in monaco. everything’s been paid for by your personal bank account

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh my personal bank account is so fucking amazing

i could give ‘im a lil kiss on the mouth rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw don’t do that i don’t think your brother would like that

lmk if there’s anything else you’d like i’ll see what i can do 👍😉

HONEY-SIUUUUU

a little kiss of appreciation on the mouth for you?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no 🤣🤣🤣

RIABISH

hey! i hope this isn’t so weird but you’re honey-sue right? wroetoshaw’s sister?

HONEYSUE

uh hi.

yes it’s me. it does say it on my username and bio. sorry if this is very rude.

RIABISH

no no! all good haha!

i just wanted to confirm! we got the information from will about you. i’ve known the sidemen and your brother but when he mentioned you were coming along to the race in monaco i had to look you up :)

i’m ria btw! i happened to be acquainted with him and filly bc we collab’d with them before. quadrant?

HONEYSUE

i’ve heard of you guys before because will spike a lot about you lots.

RIABISH

all good things i hope 😉

HONEYSUE

haha. yeah.

nice to meet you

RIABISH

likewise :))

we’ve been told of you because apparently you got lucky with ksi getting you free tickets and trip to monaco for the race

HONEYSUE

yeah idk.

i don’t watch formula one as much as i used to years ago. i don’t know much about who’s racing now and whatnot except from whatever’s happening with merc

RIABISH

oh… not at all?

not even mclaren?

HONEYSUE

no. this will be the first time i’ll be watching in a while.

RIABISH

you seem very nice!

listen, will and filly said you’re all flying in at the sunday before the race week begins. lando’s got will, filly and chunkz paddock passes and they’re all hanging around with us quadrant lots for the week.

would you and w2s be interested in coming with us? take you around monaco and get to know each other better since we all live in london and all :))) lando’s been wanting to meet harry for a while so him being in the monaco gp would def work out for all parties. lando will also be hosting a party in his flat in monaco. what do you think??

HONEYSUE

uh

to be honest you’ve lost me at the first message. if you don’t mind— can i ask who lando is? i’m not like any sidemen people— i don’t watch f1 as much as i used to.

i’ve heard of his name before. but that’s because there are people on my twitter saying he’s made references about my videos and songs and whatnot.

i really don’t know who he is

RIABISH

ah right.

that’s alright ;)

lando drives for mclaren and he has the driver number 4. he’s actually one of the members of quadrant. he races and all that! that’s how will and the lots got their passes lol

HONEYSUE

oh okay.

about the invitation.

i think it’s ideal you ask my brother or shoot him a message in insta about it.

he’ll gladly answer

thank you for the offer. i’m sure he’d say yes. i have to go sadly. i’ll talk to you later!

RIABISH

okie. ttyl 👋

MINI HARRY

you absolute knobhead

you call me socially inept all the time yet you’re out here trying to get me to talk to people?!

WILLIAM²

wdym?

oh my god. i am so so sorry

i didn’t think ria would actually be sending and shooting a message to your way

MINI HARRY

you know what

i don’t even care

whatever it’s not like i’d be talking to them anyway.

WILLIAM²

if you’re talking about not being around them during the week nice try.

because harry just said he’d come along with us in monaco before the race. so the chances of you being friends with the quadrant lads are high.

i’m not sure if it’s just me but lando’s more than excited to meet you. harry just ok’d that you two would hang out with us.

MINI HARRY

oh my god. does anybody in my circle ever use their brain?!

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Schatje and The Lion (Max Verstappen x Reader)

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A/N: Hey people! This is the first of my 24-race winners x reader challange. We are starting with Max Verstappen, the winner of Bahrain GP! Hope you enjoy!! (English is not my first language, grammar mistakes are my own and I apologise for them!)

WC: 1000+

Warnings: Childhood friends to lovers, abusive boyfriend (not Max!!), injuries, blood (Let me know if I missed any!!)

Max absolutely hated your boyfriend. It was even beyond hate. If he had a chance he would rip his head off from his shoulders, put you in his wardrobe and never let anyone touch you ever again. You were so precious to him. You opened your eyes to the world together. All he knew was you growing up. 

When he won his first race in karting, you were there for him, cheering from the first row with Jos, holding your hand. He still remembers that day, hugging you so tight. He believed you were his lucky charm, so he begged his father to convince your parents to come to his every race. 

Years passed, many things changed in both of your lifes. The only thing that didn’t change was your friendship. It grew stronger each day, you were inseparable. You were his comfort zone. Whenever he felt overwhelmed from his world, he took refuge in you. He didn’t want to share you with anyone else but he knew better than that. You were a person too, you had your own life. 

When he felt for you, he made a plan to open up to you. He wanted to confess his feelings at his first championship celebration party but things didn’t go as he wished. You brought a guy to his party and introduced him as your boyfriend.

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone, schatje,” he said, eyeing up and down the man next to you. He was challenging him, claiming his place on you. He was unhappy, and he made it very clear to the man. “And I didn’t know, the famous Max Verstappen calls my girlfriend ‘schatje’,” he struck back. It was like a fight between alphas for their only omega. 

“Well, since she's been my best friend since the age of 1, I call her whatever I want,” he spitted. 

Things were heathen up so you interrupted them but made sure you gave Max a speech to be nice with him.

“He is trying to own you and it’s my fault?” he yelled. “This day was supposed to be about me and he ruined it!” 

He regretted his words right after they left his mouth but it was too late. Tears threatened your eyes, you struggled to find words. 

“It’s always about you, isn’t it?” he wanted to interrupt but you shut him up. “Save it, Max. You’ll call me when you want to apologize.” 

He called you the next day to make everything right. He even offered to buy dinner for you and your boyfriend as an apology. When he learned he was a Mercedes fan, he swallowed up his pride and talked with George Russell to get him a paddock pass. You were happy so he was happy too. At least that’s what he thought. 

Behind the closed doors, you were constantly abused. When you wanted to break up, he beat you. This became a routine. Every time you found courage to leave, he found a way to keep you in his place. So you covered up. Put on a nice smile for Max. You knew he would lose his mind if he learned. He was fighting for his second championship. He didn’t need a distraction. 

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Cries of joy could be heard through the closed doors. He was the world champion once again and of course there will be a party. Max wanted to see you with him once again and he made sure you were coming. He booked a car for you, so you didn’t have to take Uber. Your boyfriend didn’t like it. He beat you until he made sure you couldn’t cover up with only makeup so you had to stay. 

“Wait here until I come back. I’ll bring food,” he said and left like nothing happened. It was now or never. You listened to his footsteps, took your purse and ran for your life. Luckily, the car that Max hired for you was still waiting after 25 minutes. 

“Miss Y/L/N are you sure you don’t want to go to hospital?” the driver kindly asked with concern in his voice. “Just please take me to Max,” you cried. You hated yourself for being so vulnerable. The driver did as you asked, drove you to his hotel. “Mr Verstappen hasn’t left yet, Miss. Room 2501, I’ll inform the reception,” he said. 

You thanked him and rushed to Max's room, like you are still being chased. You knocked the door violently. You heard his murmur silently wondering what was so important. He opened the door and froze. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman he loved for many years, standing on his door, tears on her eyes and covered up with bruises and blood.

“Y/N?” was all he managed to say. His heart broke when you broke down in tears, begging for his forgiveness that you ignored his judgment and still went for something you wanted. He took you in his arms, “Calm down schatje, it’s not your fault.” He was filled with rage, wanted to go to your hotel and beat the shit out of him like how he did to you. 

You hugged him so tight, asked him not to leave you. “I’m sorry, I ruined your day again,” you said can’t look at his face. He gently grabbed your chin and lifted your head, “I don’t want to hear this ever again, liefje, okay? Nothing is more important than you,” he wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Let’s clean you up, okay? Your injuries look bad, I don’t want them to get infected.”

During winter break, he absolutely did his best to heal your broken soul. You were finally feeling like before, ready for the world with him on your side and so was he. The season was here and it was already the last lap of the race. He passed the checkered flag, finishing first. You were in the garage, cheering for him with the rest of the team. He met you in the crowd, hugged you so tight. Before he left, he held your cheek and leaned in to kiss. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent sparks flying through both of your bodies.

“I’ve waited for this for a long time,” he said grinning ear to ear. Everyone cheered for you when you both kissed again but this time with more passion. “Go get your cup, my lion.”

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LOGAN FIC PART 3 PRETTY PLEASE.

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FINALLY PART 3 IS HERE

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george russell x sargeant!reader

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He’d started with flowers. He remembered that she liked orange, so he had gifted her some orange lilies, yellow carnations and tiger lilies. The florist had looked at him very weird when he’d asked for those 3 flowers, but wrapped it nonetheless. He’d had no response after leaving them at Logan’s front door, despite the note also left. Lily had looked at him like he was an idiot when he told her what he did.

Then there were some bad jokes sent to her phone. All left on read. Okay maybe sending her some jokes from a book titled ‘bad dad jokes for dads’ was a bad idea but he had just hoped that they would make her laugh. Lily once again looked at him like he was stupid and Alex had also laughed at him when he told them.

He was never taking relationship advice from then.

He started talking to Logan again. It had been a little awkward because he had been broken up with by his sister, but they managed. He was a good running partner and seemed to be able to differentiate between George, his friend, and George, his sister’s ex boyfriend. Alex had smiled and Oscar had winked when they all went out for dinner together. Lewis just waggled his eyebrows.

He googled the flowers. Okay, maybe sending her a bouquet full of hateful flowers was a bad idea. He made sure to actually consult the florist and instead gave her some orange roses, frangipanis and alstroemerias. She answered the door this time and smiled when she saw the flowers.

She invited him in. Talked to him at the kitchen table where he’d made her pancakes on one of the few cheat days that lined up together. She put the flowers in a vase on the table. He could see the old flowers chucked in the bin. She gave a sheepish smile when she followed his gaze to the bin. He couldn't remember what exactly she said, but he left with tickets for her next Arsenal game in his coat pocket.

He went for another jog with Logan that week. Then joined him in the friends and family box for the Arsenal game. Then he went to the Paris Olympics to cheer her on for her second place medal. In return she had come to Miami and cheered him on from the Williams garage. Then she had come to COTA and cheered her brother on from the Mercedes garage. George and Logan had laughed about that.

“Well, now that I’m banned from the Williams and Mercedes garage, I guess it is time to finally time to say, I love you Russel George.”

“Does this mean I'm forgiven?”

“I suppose so.”

“Love you too Y/N Sargeant.”

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