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F1 Driver Texts

You thirst after them

(All started with that Carlos pic 🥵 Suggestive themes ahead 🚂) F1 Masterlist

It’s my birthday, so I’m giving you all a gift! 🎁🎉

Lewis Hamilton • George Russell • Oscar Piastri • Lando Norris • Charles Leclerc • Carlos Sainz • Max Verstappen • Daniel Ricciardo

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[camille-aurelie-deveraux]

Hiii, beauty!

Could I please request some George content. His girlfriend is the secretary from Toto, so the two get to spend a lot of time together. Them being like Kimis parents and stuff.

Thank you so much and may God bless you!

Love is in the air

The hum of engines and the rhythmic chatter of paddock life was a comfort to Yn now. Years ago, when she’d first taken the job as Toto’s secretary, the sounds had been overwhelming—a tangle of chaos she hadn’t yet learned to decipher. Now, it was just background music to her world, the soundtrack to mornings spent typing schedules, coordinating interviews, and weaving through engineers with a clipboard in hand.

And then, of course, there was George.

She had been sixteen, a little more reserved, a little more unsure of herself when they met. He was seventeen, all bright smiles and boundless energy, already halfway in love with the world and very quickly, with her. Now, years later, as she passed through the garage clutching a coffee and a schedule, she felt the familiar tug on her waist.

"Gotcha," George whispered, his arm slipping around her and his hand shamelessly finding its way into her back pocket.

Yn didn’t stop walking. "George," she warned, though her voice betrayed her with the hint of a smile.

He matched her stride, completely unfazed. "What? Can’t I say hi to my girlfriend? In my defense, you walked right past me. That’s cruel, you know."

She raised a brow. "I have twenty minutes to organize Toto’s meeting with the FIA and get two media slots confirmed."

"Exactly twenty minutes to walk with me first." He leaned in to press a kiss to her temple, then her cheek, then finally landed one on her lips mid-step. It was a kiss that still made her heart skip despite knowing this boy—now man—for so many years.

"George," she warned again, although this time it was breathier. "I will spill this coffee."

"Risk I’m willing to take."

---

When Kimi joined Mercedes, it wasn’t a surprise. The whispers had been swirling for months—how the prodigious young talent would step up in 2025, the way he’d dominated F2, the way Toto’s eyes would light up every time someone brought up the name "Antonelli."

What was a surprise, though, was how quickly he became their kid.

"So...what do I even do at media day?" Kimi asked, nervously tugging at the collar of his team shirt. Yn was typing something out on her tablet while George leaned lazily against the garage wall, sipping his protein shake.

"You stand there, smile, say things like 'we’re looking forward to a good weekend,' and resist the urge to call the media stupid even when they ask stupid questions," Yn replied without missing a beat.

Kimi blinked. "What if they ask me about George’s skincare routine?"

George looked deeply offended. "That’s a very important question."

"Tell them," Yn added dryly, "that he uses my expensive serums without asking."

"They make me glow," George said, grinning.

Kimi looked between the two of them, exasperated. "You two are...weird."

"That’s code for adorable," George said smugly, bumping shoulders with Yn.

Yn gave Kimi a sympathetic pat on the back. "You’ll get used to us."

---

The dynamic settled fast. Kimi, just eighteen and still finding his voice, fell into the rhythm of the team under their watchful eyes. George, despite his teasing and golden retriever exuberance, took his role seriously. He shared tips, coached him through awkward media moments, and more than once lent him a pair of sunglasses and told him it was fine to cry after a bad race.

Yn, in her quieter way, always made sure Kimi had what he needed—snuck him snacks between briefings, reminded him to rest, and once, after a particularly rough qualifying, sat beside him in the hospitality unit and just...let him sit.

"It’s okay to not smile all the time," she said then, voice soft. "You don’t have to fake it."

Kimi hadn’t said anything, but later that night, he sent her a text: Thanks.

George saw the message flash on her phone. He didn't ask, just leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "You’re really good at that, you know."

"At what?"

"Loving people. Quietly."

She smiled, her black cat aura softening under his gaze. "One of us has to be subtle."

---

Their coupledom had become legend by now. Everyone on the grid knew about George and Yn—how she calmed his chaos, how he dragged her into it anyway, how they somehow balanced each other in a way that just made sense.

"Look at them," Pierre said one afternoon, nodding toward the pair walking through the paddock. George had his hand in her back pocket again, and Yn was reading something on her phone, completely used to his clinginess.

"One day she’s just gonna throw him over her shoulder and carry him out of here," Lando muttered.

"She could. She has that scary strength."

"And George would thank her."

Even Max, who rarely commented on anything remotely sentimental, had once said, "If they don’t get married, love is fake."

---

They didn’t talk about marriage much—not because it wasn’t on the table, but because it was just...a given.

"Do you ever think about the wedding?" George asked one night as they lay curled on the small sofa in their shared hotel room, post-race adrenaline finally wearing off.

"Sometimes," Yn admitted, her fingers combing through his hair. "Not in detail. Just...you. Me. Maybe Kimi giving a very awkward speech."

George chuckled. "He’d read it off his phone and accidentally open his Spotify."

"And then cry when he hears our first dance song."

"What is our first dance song?"

"I’m not telling you yet."

He pouted. "Tease."

"You’ll live."

He kissed her, gentle and slow. "Yeah. Especially with you."

🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦🥰👨‍👩‍👦

Hello my lovely reader! I hope you had a lot of fun reading this little piece of art. I'm always so happy to receive some requests, so don't hesitate to send some!

Cami🥰👨‍👩‍👦

[mayasaura]

Ten years later, I'm still in awe of what the BBC show Merlin managed to pull off. It's a silly show. It's cheesy, over the top fantasy full of dumb gags and physical comedy. It's the most compelling tragedy I've ever experienced

[shitapril]

you're thinking carlos sainz cannot get hotter than this, and then he assumes a position of authority

[goldenretrievettel]

princess cake but they are in a princess cake

[sunrizef1]

This is insane, thank you pinterest

[aaron04jpg]

Never beating the father and son allegations

[kolbalissh]

this picture immediately took me to this tweet

[maxpadelchampion]

THE CLIP WHERE ALL THE GRID KIDS FLOCK TO MAX AFTER THE PHOTOSHOOT?!?? HELLOOOOO???? MY HANDS ARE SHAKING FR

[snowangelsixteen]

he is NOT real.

[sunflowerlando]

F1 Driver Texts

You accidentally text him about liking him

F1 Masterlist

Lewis Hamilton • George Russell • Oscar Piastri • Lando Norris • Charles Leclerc • Carlos Sainz • Max Verstappen • Daniel Ricciardo • Franco Colapinto • Pierre Gasly

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR F1 DRIVER TEXTS. Send me an ask 😊

[camille-aurelie-deveraux]

Hello my girl

Could I please request Charles and Yn going ice swimming together and its all cute and stuff

Ice Ice Baby

The F1 season had finally ended, and for once, the world had gone quiet for Charles and Yn.

No screaming engines.

No media.

No fans chasing them for autographs or dissecting every little gesture.

Just silence.

And snow.

And each other.

They had chosen Iceland—remote, wild, untouched—for their winter break. The kind of place where time seemed to slow down and the cold wrapped around them like a blanket, whispering in its own language. It was beautiful. Peaceful. And it felt like breathing after holding your lungs full for nine long months of chaotic race weekends.

They were staying in a cozy wooden lodge tucked in the quiet folds of the Icelandic wilderness, surrounded by snow-dusted pines and glacial lakes that sparkled like shards of glass under the pale light of dawn. There were no distractions. Just a fireplace, the sound of their laughter, and a bed that creaked under whispered secrets and long-missed touches.

Charles had woken up before the sun, still holding her close, his nose buried in her hair, the scent of her so familiar and grounding. He could feel her heartbeat under his palm, steady and calm, and something about the quietness of the world around them filled him with a restless sort of excitement.

He kissed her shoulder softly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Amour… are you awake?”

A sleepy groan answered him. “No.”

He laughed under his breath, dragging his lips up her neck. “Okay. But I have an idea.”

She cracked one eye open. “It’s too early for your ideas.”

“I promise it’s a good one,” he said, pulling the blankets off her as she immediately tried to yank them back. “Come on. Let’s go ice swimming.”

“What?!” Her voice pitched up. “Charles, have you hit your head?”

He grinned down at her, already slipping on a thick sweater. “Nope. But I’ve always wanted to do it. You know—it’s supposed to be refreshing. Life-changing, even.”

She sat up slowly, squinting at him like he’d lost his mind. “It’s ice. The water is freezing. That doesn’t sound life-changing, it sounds like a near-death experience.”

“You’ll survive.” He leaned down, catching her lips in a long, slow kiss. “And I’ll make you warm breakfast afterward. Pancakes. With chocolate. And coffee. The good kind.”

Her lips curved into a reluctant smile against his. “You’re bribing me with food.”

“I’m bribing you with love and food,” he whispered dramatically. “Please, mon cœur. It’ll be fun.”

“You owe me like… a million kisses.”

“I’ll give you two million,” he said, tugging her toward him and kissing her again, his fingers running down her sides until she was laughing and swatting at his hands. “And I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“You’ll drop me in the snow,” she muttered, but she was already getting out of bed, reaching for her swimsuit with a sigh. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m very lucky you love me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she changed, kissing her bare shoulder. “Otherwise you’d leave me to freeze alone.”

It didn’t take long for them to dress and make their way through the silent snow-covered paths that led to the hotel’s private ice swimming spot. The air was crisp and bit at their cheeks, their breath coming out in soft clouds. The water was still, black and glassy under the faint morning light, steam rising off of it where the cold kissed its surface.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, shivering despite her thick robe, her feet crunching softly on the wooden dock that led to the edge.

“I was born ready,” Charles said with a wide grin, already pulling off his robe and stepping barefoot onto the dock. “Watch and learn.”

She watched, horrified and fascinated, as he dipped a toe into the water and hissed.

“It’s cold,” he admitted. “Like, really cold.”

“Wow. Who could have guessed?” she said dryly.

But he didn’t hesitate much longer. With a short, sharp inhale and a curse in French, he stepped off the dock and into the water, submerging himself up to his chest with a grimace.

“Okay! Okay! This is fine! This is good!” he shouted, teeth chattering. “I can’t feel my legs, but I’m alive! Come on, bébé!”

“No way,” she said, inching forward but still wrapped in her robe. “That looks like torture.”

“I promise you,” he said, eyes on her, “you’ll feel amazing after. Like… like you could wrestle a bear.”

“I don’t want to wrestle a bear.”

“You’re doing great already,” he encouraged, watching her take off the robe slowly. “You look so beautiful, even when you're shivering.”

“You’re not charming your way out of this,” she muttered, but stepped closer to the edge.

“Just one foot,” he said gently. “Start with that.”

She slid her foot in, gasped, then pulled it back instantly. “Charles! It burns! It burns!”

He laughed, shoulders shaking. “It’s part of the process! I swear!”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe. But I’m your insane,” he said softly, reaching out a hand toward her. “Come in, mon amour. I’ve got you.”

She stared at him—his boyish grin, the way his hair was already dripping wet, his breath fogging in the cold morning air—and sighed.

“Fine. But you better hold me.”

“Always.”

She stepped in slowly, inch by inch, biting her lip and shuddering with every breath. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, but Charles reached out and pulled her into him the moment she was close enough. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“God, you’re warm compared to the water,” she murmured, pressing her face into his neck.

“That’s the adrenaline,” he said, one arm around her waist, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“You owe me a house in the South of France for this.”

“Deal.”

He pressed kisses to her forehead, to her cheek, to her nose. “You’re amazing. Brave. The love of my life.”

She let out a breathless laugh, the cold forgotten for a moment as he continued whispering to her, holding her close.

Then suddenly, without warning, he took a breath and plunged them both underwater.

She screamed for a second, mostly from the shock, and instinctively tightened her grip on him. But even beneath the surface, he found her lips and kissed her, their mouths meeting in a burst of bubbles and cold, burning sensation that somehow still felt like fire.

When they emerged, she coughed and sputtered, clinging to him.

“CHARLES!”

He burst out laughing, wiping water from her face. “You should have seen your face!”

“I hate you,” she said, lips trembling as she tried to glare at him.

“You love me.”

“I’m freezing! And you dunked me!”

“I kissed you,” he corrected, grinning ear to ear. “Underwater kiss. Very cinematic.”

“I swear,” she muttered, shivering violently now. “You better make the best damn pancakes of your life.”

“I will,” he said, already starting to move toward the edge, still holding her close. “But admit it… that was kind of amazing.”

She glanced at him, her heart still pounding, cheeks flushed not from the cold but from him.

“…Maybe.”

He laughed again, and she smiled despite herself, pressing her forehead to his.

“You’re trouble,” she whispered.

“And you’re mine,” he whispered back.

And as the morning sun finally broke over the horizon, painting the snow in soft gold, they climbed out together, hearts warm despite the cold.

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Hello, lovely readers. Please enjoy this piece and let me know what you think.

You can always send me some requests, I'm more than happy to write them.

-Cami🧊❄️

[fairylando]

behind every gay person there's a gayer and more evil one

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[emmielemie]

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