#cs55

[whaleyi]

ahhhhhhhhhhhh my baby

[dannyriccsystem]

A CASE OF BABY FEVER…

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER TEXTS

SUMMARY: Texting them a picture of them with kids and telling them you want one too!

WARNINGS: Y/N usage, pregnancy talk, baby fever

FEATURING: MV1, DR3, LN4, CL16, LH44, CS55, GR63, OP81

This wasn’t a request but I’ve been dying to write it

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

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DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

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LANDO NORRIS - LN4

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CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

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LEWIS HAMILTON - LH44

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CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

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GEORGE RUSSELL - GR63

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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

[syzygyofeureka]

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗖𝗢𝗪 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 bigger! carlos sainz jr. x smaller! fem! reader ( smut ) fic summary . . . bigger carlos likes having you on top, it's not necessarily a bad thing (429 words)

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Carlos loved having you on top.

It wasn’t just about the view—though, God, was it a sight to behold. The way you sat on his lap, legs spread over his thighs, body trembling, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. The way your hands pressed against his chest like you were trying to steady yourself, even though he knew there was no steadying against the way he filled you.

But more than that, it was the way he could see it—see the way your stomach stretched, the faint bulge pressing against your skin, evidence of just how deep he was inside you.

His dark eyes followed the sight, mesmerized, his large hand reaching out. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your lower belly, a touch so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine. “Look at that,” he murmured, voice thick with awe. “You’re so small, cariño. I can see myself inside you.”

You whimpered, your fingers clenching against his chest. You hated this position—it made you take all of him, gravity pulling you down so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. Every little movement sent sharp waves of pleasure through you, leaving you trembling, helpless against the way he filled you so completely.

Your legs were shaking, struggling to keep yourself up, but Carlos just smirked. “Tired already?” His voice was teasing, but there was something smug beneath it—something proud.

“Carlos,” you whined, your body squirming, trying to find relief from the overwhelming stretch. But that only made things worse. The way you shifted, clenched around him—it drove him crazy. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you still.

“You’re not running from it,” he murmured, voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. “Not when you feel this good.”

Before you could protest, he thrust up into you slowly, a deep, deliberate roll of his hips.

You cried out, your body jolting, your hands flying to grip his wrists—but he caught them easily, pinning them down, stopping you from squirming away. Your head fell back, a broken whimper slipping from your lips.

Carlos groaned, watching the way you trembled for him, your body so small compared to his, so completely at his mercy. He leaned up, lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and teasing.

“Be good for me, mi amor,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around your wrists. “Let me feel you.”

And with another slow, devastating thrust, he did—dragging you deeper into the pleasure until you had no choice but to give in, to take everything he gave you.

[sainzscrapbook]

THIS MAN 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[georgiasbrainstuff]

i have become such a williams fan this season. i mean, look at these two. the synchronised poses. their facial expressions. i am endeared.

[pitstoptaken]

wag!carlos sainz & racer!charles leclerc

[bonbonly]

CRAZY IDEA WOAH

what if… spin-off of temptation w different drivers as priests and bishops, based on the seven deadly sins?

genius, I know I know

- 🧃 (officially temptation au anon)

YOU GENIUSSSSS OH MY GODDD ?!??!?! HELLO!??!?!

Ok ok so hear me out if I had to make a list: Bishop!Charles is definitely Lust though I also see him as Greed, always wanting more.

Chapter!Carlos is Gluttony, relentlessly trying to find better opportunities for himself and trying to paint himself as the better person.

Chaplain!Oscar is Sloth, just because in the au he's pretty blind to a lot of things that happen, oblivious and naive and won't act on much unless it personally affects him

Pope!Max is Wrath - I mean we've seen what he can do when he's pissed off, he's more destructive than Charles is and will do anything to make sure no one tries to take his position of Pope from him.

Chaplain!Lando is Envy because he's jealous that he doesn't have the freedom and love that Charles has nor is he in a good position like Max is nor does he have the talents Carlos has. He tries to imitate them but most of the time it backfires on him and he's forced to play side kick.

Former Pope!Lewis is definitely Pride because he's the oldest and definitely acknowledges all that he has accomplished and might slip them into conversations, he boasts the fact that he is the wisest and has the most experience; the righteous person when he is far from it.

[formulastuff]

carlando (carlos sainz & lando norris) headers

like or reblog, credit me if you repost!

[formulakracing]

being an f1 fan is so fucking embarrassing because why does my brain instantly default to carlos sainz edits the second i hear smooth operator out in public

[whaleyi]

wipppp

[dannyriccsystem]

I love your writing!! Could you please do the drivers being soooo angry at the world and everyone’s scared to approach them but they’re soft for you(idk if that makes sense)

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SPRING HAS SPRUNG!

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

SUMMARY: When you’re the only one they can tolerate when they’re angry!

OVERALL W.C: 2.6k

WARNINGS: Mean drivers (soft with you), Y/N usage, not proofread

FEATURING: MV1, DR3, LN4, KA12, CL16, CS55, GR63, OP81

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

When Max was mad, everyone in the paddock knew. After the outcome of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, the air was undeniably tense. Your boyfriend was reasonably upset with his penalty— He didn’t want to deny and say it was unfair, because it wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to be upset about it.

It didn’t help that the FIA had cornered him immediately afterwards and lectured him on his censorship. He could write four thousand paragraphs on that topic alone, but he didn’t need to get into it right now. The 2025 season had been undeniably shit for Max overall. With all the booing and the RedBull seat switching. It was a pain for everyone.

Everyone seemed to be walking on glass, unsure of how to approach the angry man, currently holding the title of 2024 champion. It was a lot to handle. The RB garage was scurrying around, trying to get things straight. Then you walked in.

One of the mechanics tried to warn you, but you brushed off the incessant complaining and walked right over to the Mad Max. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the surprise blow up, but it never came. He seemed to melt in his seat right then and there, staring up at you with such gentle eyes.

“Hi Max,” You whispered in that sweet voice he loved as you situated yourself to stand between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, staring up at you.

“Lieverd,” He greeted, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach. “Did you enjoy the race?” He asked it so casually, as if nothing was upsetting him and nothing went wrong. You were so capable of washing his concerns away, it astounded even Max.

“It was good, although a little frustrating.” Prying eyes figured now would be the time. You brought up his mistakes, so the only reasonable plan of action was to scold you like the mad man he was. But no, Max just chuckled and nodded.

“I know it better than anyone else.” You took a step back to let him stand up, his hand finding yours. “I’m just glad we get a week off now.” You both exited the garage, hand in hand. Meanwhile, the remaining staff members all locked eyes, unsure if anyone would believe them when they inevitably told the entire paddock about the astounding spectacle.

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DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

It had been a really tough race for Daniel. He was typically a very positive and charismatic guy— Most people found that it was easy to love Danny, because no matter what happened, he tried to keep a positive attitude about it. This time was different.

He was approached by his engineer after his crash. Normally they’d discuss what went wrong, but instead, Danny brushed him off. He screamed in anger, clearly feeling immensely unsatisfied with his performance, as well as how the team was treating him.

You saw this. You saw him be angry and dismissive, but you approached anyway, because Danny needed you. You just knew it. Before he could even take his helmet off, you were standing before him. If you were anyone else, he might have shoved you aside or barked a comment at you, but instead he just pulled you into his arms, clinging to you tightly.

“Worst fucking race ever,” He’d mutter. He sounded harsh, but his voice was rid of malice. He slipped his helmet off and set it aside, allowing him to bury your face in your neck, inhaling your scent.

You ran your fingers through his curls, humming a low tune. “I’m still proud.” You could feel him smile against you. It was a seemingly slow process, but eventually his lips curved up into that grin you knew and loved. “It’s one bad performance out of many.”

“Yeah, I know.” He muttered, only audible to you. He was always like this, seeking comfort in your relaxing presence. When he pulled away, his hands were still upon your hip. “I think I’d be lost without you.”

“Glad you recognize that,” The two of you shared a laugh.

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LANDO NORRIS - LN4

Lando had been pissed off all day. He showed up to the MTC in a bad mood, and it was very obvious to everyone. Nobody tried to ask why, because it seemed like every syllable directed towards him just put Lando in a worse mood.

He carried out the rest of the day feeling crappy. He didn’t seem to retain any of the information from the meetings, got nothing productive done, and ended up making them re-film a video for the Mclaren youtube channel like eight times. It was beginning to get uncomfortable for everyone else.

He was excused early, and told to go home and get some rest. When he arrived to the hotel you were both staying at, he still seemed fairly mad. He was just angry with the world, harboring a negative feeling from his performance at the last race.

Lando wanted nothing more than to scream and shout when he came back, but when he saw you lying on the bed looking so soft and sweet, it all melted away. You grinned at him, and for the first time all day he smiled back.

“It’s a little early, isn’t it?” You questioned with the tilt of your head. He didn’t answer, he just dived into the bed beside you, immediately encasing you in all his limbs. You laughed, your own arms finding his body immediately, and hugging him close.

“I missed you.” He finally spoke, his voice a whisper against your neck. He laid a few sloppy kisses there, just upon instinct.

“I missed you too.” You had never seen him behave in such a way. Lando was always somewhat clingy, but this was different. He seemed entirely dependent for a moment. Not that you were complaining.

You were just what he needed in that moment.

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KIMI ANTONELLI - KA12

It was hard to imagine Kimi Antonelli truly angry. He seemed so happy most of the time, which is why it took everyone by surprise. Nothing should have angered him, either. He qualified quite high, especially for a rookie. But for some unknown reason, he was pissed.

The problem is, he had a hard time looking angry. He sort of just looked monotone from afar, but when anyone tried to talk to him, he’d get snappy and dismissive and the other person would eventually just leave him alone. It was weird. Even Ollie had trouble communicating with the guy.

“Kimi-” He heard your voice, and he immediately perked up. His head swiveled around the Mercedes garage, and his eyes immediately locked into you. You were talking with George, that sort of awed look on your face. He couldn’t hear the conversation, but he could assume it was about him.

When George finished talking you gave a confused look and shook your head, pushing past him. “Kimi you did great today!” Everyone watched, waiting to see what he would say. What sort of backhanded comment would he make this time? Hopefully someone had a tissue, he might even make you cry.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He had a boyish grin on his face, and he appeared somewhat dreamy as he stood up to greet you. He kissed your hand politely, and then both of your cheeks. “Did you see? I qualified P5!”

It was incredible. No anger, no disrespect, no snappy attitude.

“I did see! You’re doing so good this year.” Everyone claimed it was solely because of the team. He raced for Mercedes, of course he’d do good. Maybe that’s why he was upset, because whenever he received a compliment, it always seemed like it was directed towards the car rather than him.

But you… You were supporting him. He gave you a cheeky kiss on the lips, whispering in a soft giggle, “Grazie, cara mia…”

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CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

The day had been especially rough for Charles. It was almost as if the whole world was pitted against him. The team strategies had been extra disappointed, he was continuously receiving hate for his performance, and the pit wall was being extra frustrating today. After the race, he seemed rigid and cold towards the rest of the team.

He stormed off to his drivers room, trying to seem as polite as physically possible when he was experiencing this sort of rage. He sat down on the sofa, burying his head in his hands. He felt like the next person he saw was going to end up getting decked in the face— Which was ironic, because soon after the thought crossed his mind, the door creaked open.

“What-” He spat out bitterly, but froze when he saw you. You looked surprised, mouth slightly agape. His demeanor melted away into something softer, his brows knitted together in an expression that was damn near pathetic. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

You carefully shut the door behind you, and then leaned back against it. It was silent for a moment, filled with comfortable eye contact as you let him adjust to your presence. He appreciated how understanding you always were. At times, Charles felt like he was taking you for granted.

“I know you’re upset,” You murmured quietly. You finally pushed away from the door and sat beside him, your shoulders brushing. He flinched at first, and then leaned his head over to rest on your shoulder. You hummed, following his lead and pressing your own head against his. “We don’t have to talk about it if you—”

“I don’t,” He spoke shortly and softly. You pursed your lips into a sad smile, nodding with understanding. “Thank you.” He shut his eyes, letting himself relax as he softened beside you.

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CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

When you stepped foot into the Williams garage, you were faced with the unpleasantry of stares and quiet whispers. You glanced around yourself at the mechanics and other staff, who were acting rather shifty. It had never been like before; you were typically greeted with kindness, but right now you felt somewhat alienated.

You continued walking, brushing past the odd behavior, hoping that you weren’t the root of the problem. You figured Carlos was in his driver’s room, because he wasn’t present amongst the others. You put your hand on the door knob, but one of the mechanics rushed over to stop you.

“Wait-” They blurted out in a whisper-yell, waving their hands around. You froze, pulling your hand back as you pivoted, facing their direction. “Y/N, you probably don’t wanna go in there.”

This was starting to worry you. Your brain automatically jumped to the worst possible assumptions. “What? Why?” You questioned, looking uncertain as you began to reach for the handle once more. Was Carlos being unfaithful? These thoughts plagued your mind.

“He’s been super upset all day. Everyone’s made him angry.” They explained, shifting nervously. Your eyebrows furrowed as you hummed in thought. If Carlos was upset, you should be there for him.

“Thank you for the warning, but I can handle this.” You gave a polite smile, although you were somewhat frustrated with such unprofessional behavior. With a deep breath, you entered into his moody fortress. He was laying back on the small couch provided, his kneees scrunched up and one arm over his eyes.

Carlos slowly tilted his head, one eye peeking out from his makeshift blindfold. When he saw you, he didn’t say anything, he just sat up, manspreading and leaning with his elbows on his knees. “Hey,” He tried to force a smile.

“Hi,” You grinned sincerely, standing right in front of him. He looked up at you, and then tugged you down to sit perched on his lap. He leaned back against the wall, pulling you close to his chest.

You understood. He needed you— Your warmth and your comfort. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him safely bury his face in your neck. You both sat there silently, healing.

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GEORGE RUSSELL - GR63

George was always regarded as the paddock’s mean girl. Regina George, of course. It was funny in theory, assuming it was just a silly joke shared between friends. It was funny until George realized people truly perceived him in such a way, disliking him for his “hateful ways.”

Most of the time he was just speaking the truth. There was lots of animosity between drivers on the track, and he was going to be truthful when interviewers asked him for his opinion. If he thought of someone as a bully, he’d happily call it out because sugarcoating it certainly wouldn’t help.

He was especially frustrated today. He was told to keep his peace and stay silent about any future conflicts, because his forward thinking caused a bad outlook on the team. That alone was enough to piss him off, but considering some unfair play that took place during the race itself, it was like adding fuel to the fire.

He knew you would be the solution to this issue. He always felt serene when you were around, which is why George immediately sought you out after the race. It didn’t matter to him that he came P4 and was supposed to celebrate— He wanted your comfort, and he wanted your praise and approval.

He found you on the sidelines, and he practically jumped the barrier to pull you into a hug, kissing you directly on the lips. He felt his anger beginning to fade as you smiled against him, whispering an “I love you” that was shared between only the two of you.

That’s all he needed to hear to know everything would be just fine.

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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

Oscar rarely showed an emotion that wasn’t joy, or just his typical monotone expressions. Sure, he experienced rage and sadness just like everyone else, but he portrayed it differently. Like right now, instead of screaming at everyone to ensure his wrath was made known, Oscar was silent. Abnormally silent. Not a single thank you to the team, or a congratulations to his teammate, Lando.

He was quiet.

The absence of sound wasn’t abnormal, but it was usually when someone else was talking that Oscar remained so silent. This paired with his blank dissociating stare was enough to intimidate everyone amongst Mclaren. He was pissed, to put it lightly.

You walked in, and everyone stared at you as if you were a ray of sunlight, or as if you were their guardian angel. You greeted the team with a kind smile, calling a few of the people you were closer with out by their name. You were undeniably charming, and certainly a perfect match for Oscar.

He stood up to greet you, and he couldn’t control his smile anymore. There was a collective sigh of relief amongst everyone, who could safely continue their work without worrying about Oscar silently breathing down their neck. He kissed both of your cheeks and then finally your lips. “Thank you for coming to the race,” He spoke politely.

“Of course! You did great.” He only placed third, but that was clearly enough for Oscar as long as you were congratulating him. If not, he’d usually appear a little more grumpy, like he did moments ago. “Give me the rundown.” Of course you were watching, but you didn’t get to experience everything he did firsthand. It was always more entertaining to hear it directly from the source.

“Well,” He began his rant, and all was well with the Mclaren team.

[syzygyofeureka]

So when I am getting my stock market, finance bro yaoi

[mrs-sainz]

Welcome back, gas station workers

[cheriladycl01]

The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 9

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

Guys i feel like i have so many series out, i forget so easily the plots and stuff so going back and reading 8 parts takes a while so sorry that these are pretty slow! But hopefully i have more time now!

You and Carlos didn't really talk about you staying with him and no-one else found out. You remained in his home, which was awkward for him to explain why there was a girl staying with them, a driver no less.

But once he'd explained what happened to your home and how you felt you were met with open arms, particularly by his dad who seemed more than happy to have you around as he was able to talk to you openly about rally and how he was looking to participate again.

It was a very long week where you didn't leave the house at all. You remained tucked away until you met Zhou for the drive to the track. All of the team was fussing over you and you didnt know why.

"Oh my gosh Y/N? Are you alright?"

"It cant have been easy, i dont know how you're staying so strong!"

"These fans are crazy, but you should have told us. We'd have stayed with you! Cant believe you were alone!"

"Wait, whats happened?" you ask looking at all of them.

"We've seen the article about your house being broken into. Says it happened twice! Your dad was there the second time!" she says and you can feel your heart sink. You'd turned your phone off as it was relentless with every app whether it was comments or tags people were blowing up your phone with notifications.

"Wait my dad was there? I only knew about the first time is he okay?" you ask the social media manager who starts to pull up articles as you try to turn your phone on with shaky hands.

"I'm not sure it says it's suggested he's in critical condition" she explains but the words seem to blur as the apple logo comes onto your screen showing you that your phone is rebooting. You turn away as the team member is mid sentence, walking off somewhere round the back the try and calm down, looking through your phone.

You put your phone straight into do not disturb and go straight to the messages seeing both your parents and some friends have in fact messaged you about what happened.

Your fingers fumble, trying hard to get to the correct app as quickly as possible rather than flicking through random apps due to your brain just melting on the spot. You keep your head clear enough to get you to Whattsap, seeing many messages from friends and family. Even some of the drivers had messaged to make sure you were okay.

Lewis was one of them.

You swiftly reply to everyone assuring them you are okay, whilst having phoned your mum to see how your dad was. He had a bruise on his face, clearly he had put up a fight protecting your property which made tears brim your eyes.

"Dad, I'm so sorry" you say looking over him, stiff as a board despite the smile living his face.

"It's okay, honestly it isn't as bad as it looks, i didn't even have to go to the hospital. They pretty much left the minute they realised the place wasn't abandoned and decided today wasnt the day to risk getting caught" he explains and you're happy to feel some relief that it wasn't as bad as the article had let on, saying 'he could be in critical condition but family has yet to speak out.

She couldn't fathom why people were so interested in her life that it went as far as to extend to her parents and how they were and what they were doing.

Seeing your dad sat with a huge plate of dinner, your mum waiting on his hand and food referring to him as the brave hero whenever he asked her for something. Which she was right, he was a lot braver than her having stayed the house to watch over it.

Your dad, being your dad, said not to worry about all of this and too just focus on the race ahead which was the most important thing for the weekend. The police were doing everything they could to make sure the house was safe going forward. You just had to have faith and get focused.

Which when Zhou rounded the corner, he was shocked to see that split second decision to cross your face, a sad overwhelmed anxiety ridden girl had turned into a feirce and focused lady.

He was impressed with how quickly he'd seen that change occur.

"Y/N?"

"Zhou?" you ask turning round to see your racing partner.

"I saw the articles, is everyone okay?" he asks coming up to you.

"I just got off the phone with my dad, he's okay. But i was just really worried" you explain, a sigh of relief leaving the both of you.

"That's good, and atleast the police seem to be taking it seriously. Do you recon you'll go back before Monaco?" he asks looking over you, holding onto your wrist to make sure everything is okay.

"No, i cant even look at my place" you sigh.

"Well, I'm getting a hotel so you can stay with me. I don't mind, we're used to it anyway!" he offers and you smile, thankful to have Zhou as a close friend.

"Yeah, i think that would be good. I would see if i could stay with Lewis or Max but ... i don't want anymore trouble than one photo, one interaction has already caused me" you explain looking at him, he guides you back to the Alfa Romeo unit, walking into the hospitality as you guys continue to talk about everything that has happened.

"Yeah can we have 2 of the super smoothies please?" he asks politely before getting straight back into conversation with you. "So this has all happened because one picture came out about an interaction between you and Lewis in the paddock?" he asks in disbelief.

"Where have you stayed since Miami" Zhou asks.

"Erm, well i actually stayed with Carlos for a bit, i didn't want to risk staying with my parents incase that got them involved or doxxed" you offer to Zhou whose eyes widen in shock.

"You're playing a dangerous game Y/N! The whole reason you ended up in this mess in the first place because you were seen with a male driver!" Zhou says softly taking your arm as the concered friend he is. You couldn't understand the difference between yours and Zhou's friendship vs you and Lewis or you and Carlos.

"Why don't they hate me talking to you then?" you push, crossing your arms over one another.

"Well, i don't have many crazy fans, but Lewis and Carlos do... thats where it comes from!" he explains and you take a seat slumping into it.

Why'd life off the track have to be so exhausting.

"I don't know how much longer i can deal with this Zhou" you sigh, looking up and thanking the girl who'd brought over your drinks.

"You can, and i promise you it will get easier!" he smiles.

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