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[norristrii]

PAWS ON THE BEACH.

It started as usual beach walk with your dog Coco, but when she starts playing with other dog on the beach, his owner really catches your eye.

pairing. Charles Leclerc x fem! reader

warnings. none

babs’ notes. cooking so close to chapter 2 rn, probably posting tomorrow or on this weekend

COCO WAS A FORCE OF NATURE. As a golden retriever puppy, she was equal parts adorable and chaos incarnate—a fluffy whirlwind of energy that left a trail of shredded napkins, chewed shoes, and overturned cushions in her wake. You loved her fiercely, though. She was a menace, sure, but she was your menace. It didn’t take long for you to realize she was you in dog form—spirited, mischievous, and entirely unapologetic.

Still, amidst all the chaos, Coco had a way of grounding you, reminding you to find joy in the small things. Your favorite moments were the ones like now—walks with her on the beach, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The sky stretched wide above you, painted in hues of amber, pink, and deep orange, as if the universe itself were creating a masterpiece just for this moment.

You eased yourself onto the cool, grainy sand, the gentle pressure grounding you as you stretched your legs out in front of you. The horizon was painted in soft hues, a blend of muted pinks, oranges, and the faintest trace of purple—colors fading into the endless blue of the ocean. The waves rolled forward and retreated with a rhythmic crash, their sound soothing and steady, like the heartbeat of the shore. There was peace here, a quiet stillness that wrapped around you, but never felt lonely.

Coco tugged on her leash, pulling it to its limit as she darted back and forth, a blur of energy against the serene backdrop. She was relentless, her paws digging furiously into the sand as if determined to uncover some hidden treasure buried just beneath the surface. You chuckled softly as her nose pressed deep into the earth, grains of sand flying everywhere, coating her golden fur in speckles of mischief.

The seagulls perched nearby didn’t stand a chance against Coco’s enthusiastic antics. She chased them, barking excitedly as they took to the air, squawking in alarm and flapping their wings frantically to escape. They circled overhead, momentarily regrouping before descending further down the beach, only to be pursued again moments later. Her joy was boundless, contagious even, and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched her.

The beach itself was quiet, untouched by the crowds that sometimes came and went during the day. Now it felt like it belonged solely to you and Coco—a sanctuary where the only sounds were her paws scratching against the sand, the distant cries of gulls, and the steady, calming ebb and flow of the tide. The air smelled faintly of salt and seaweed, crisp and clean, carrying with it the essence of freedom.

You leaned back, resting your palms against the cool sand, and tilted your face toward the horizon. Coco ran in wide circles, her leash stretching taut as she explored every inch of the beach, her excitement boundless. She was chaos and joy intertwined, a little menace with a heart full of adventure. She paused occasionally, glancing back at you as if to check that you were still watching, still sharing the moment with her. And of course you were.

As you sat quietly on the sand, watching the horizon and listening to the soothing crash of waves against the shore, a faint sound reached your ears—soft, high-pitched barks carried by the gentle breeze. It was distant at first, almost like an echo, and you tilted your head slightly, curious to find its source.

Turning your gaze down the beach, you spotted a little shape bounding toward you. It didn’t take long to recognize the unmistakable figure of a dachshund—a miniature version, with tiny legs pumping furiously and floppy ears bouncing with every step. Its short, sleek coat shimmered in the fading light, as if the sunset had cast a golden glow upon it.

The little dog seemed determined, its tiny bark growing louder as it approached, full of energy and confidence despite its diminutive size. Coco, who had been enthusiastically terrorizing seagulls just moments ago, froze mid-pounce and turned her head toward the newcomer. Her tail wagged in curiosity as she trotted closer to investigate, leash stretched taut between her bounding enthusiasm and your watchful presence.

You couldn’t help but smile as the dachshund came closer, its expressive eyes shining with a playful glint. It was a bundle of determination, undeterred by its small frame, and it raced across the sand like it owned the entire beach. Its barks shifted to soft, excited whines as it finally reached you, stopping abruptly and wagging its tail so fast it was almost a blur.

Coco, now nose-to-nose with the newcomer, barked once, loud and clear, as if announcing her presence. The dachshund responded with an eager yip, and the two dogs began their own silent conversation—sniffing, circling, and playfully nudging one another in an instant friendship that only dogs seem to know how to form.

“Leo, no! Leo!” The shout echoed across the beach, cutting through the sound of waves crashing gently on the shore. You turned your head just in time to see a man jogging toward you, his steps hurried and slightly uneven as he tried to catch up with the little dachshund. So, you thought, Leo must be his name, and judging by the urgency in his tone, this wasn’t the first time the dog had run off to cause mischief.

As the man got closer, you couldn’t help but notice him. He was actually pretty good looking—more than pretty, if you were honest. His brown hair was tousled from the run, sticking up in a way that gave him an effortlessly charming, disheveled look. There was a flush on his cheeks from exertion, the kind that made him look alive, approachable, almost familiar. He reached the two dogs—Coco and Leo—just as they began to chase each other in a small circle, their tails wagging furiously in a kind of joyous chaos.

“Stop annoying this pretty lady and her dog,” the man said with a lopsided grin, his eyes flicking between his mischievous dachshund and you. His voice was warm and slightly breathless from the run, and you felt a flutter in your chest at his words. When his gaze finally landed on you, you noticed his eyes—a mesmerizing mix of colors, swirling together. Blue, green, maybe even a hint of brown; you couldn’t decide which shade you liked the most.

You smiled softly, brushing away your surprise and meeting his gaze. “That’s okay,” you assured him, your voice calm and easy despite the little whirlwind happening at your feet. “They’re just playing.” Coco barked happily in agreement, as if to confirm your statement, while Leo wagged his tail furiously, looking innocent despite the chaos he had just caused.

“I swear, he’s nothing but a troublemaker,” the man said, his voice tinged with playful exasperation as he rested his hands on his knees. He pointed at Leo, who at that very moment was trying to outmaneuver Coco in their chaotic game of chase.

You chuckled softly, a warm laugh escaping your lips. “I know this feeling all too well,” you replied, glancing down at Coco, who was now furiously wagging her tail while sniffing at something in the sand. “Coco is exactly the same.”

The man straightened up, brushing a hand through his messy, windswept hair. His face lit up with interest as he repeated the name. “Coco?” he said, tilting his head slightly. “My friend had a dog named Coco,” he added with a hint of a smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back at the coincidence, the corners of your lips curling upward as your gaze met his again. There was something easy, almost serendipitous, about the moment—a shared connection, however small, born out of nothing more than two mischievous dogs on a beach.

“What’s your name, if I may ask?” he said, his voice warm and casual, yet carrying a hint of curiosity that made your heart skip a beat. There was something about the way he asked, the way his eyes—those mesmerizing, multicolored eyes—locked on yours that set your pulse racing just a little faster.

“I’m Y/n,” you replied, a soft smile curving your lips as you tried to sound composed, even though you could feel the faint flutter of nerves in your chest. “And yours?”

He mirrored your smile, a lopsided grin that seemed to light up his face even in the fading glow of the sunset. “I’m Charles,” he said simply, his tone unassuming yet somehow disarming, as if his name alone carried a charm all its own.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade around you—Coco and Leo still chasing each other in the sand, the gentle crash of the waves, the golden hues of the beach—all of it softened as you focused on him. There was an ease to his presence, a quiet confidence that made the moment feel natural, as though meeting him was exactly what was supposed to happen.

“Do you come here often, Y/n?” Charles asked, his voice easy and conversational, yet there was an unmistakable undertone to his words—an interest that went beyond casual small talk. His lips curved into a subtle smile, one that reached his multicolored eyes, warm and inviting. He was already looking toward the horizon, but it wasn’t the sunset he was thinking about. It was the possibility of seeing you here again.

You felt your heart skip slightly at his question, a combination of nerves and intrigue swirling in your chest. “I do,” you replied, your voice steady but with a softness to it that you couldn’t quite hide. “It’s my favorite place—especially at this time of day.”

His smile deepened, as if your answer had confirmed something he’d been hoping to hear. “It’s a good spot,” he said, glancing down at Coco and Leo, who were now tumbling over each other in a playful tug-of-war with a piece of seaweed. “I think Leo might agree too.”

You chuckled, looking at the two dogs, their antics painting the moment with a sense of ease. “Looks like Coco does too,” you said, nodding toward your golden retriever, whose tail wagged furiously as she tugged on the seaweed.

Charles shifted his gaze back to you, his expression thoughtful, as though he were savoring the interaction. “Well,” he said, his tone playful but with a quiet sincerity beneath it, “I might have to bring Leo here more often then—just in case I run into you again.”

© norristrii 2025

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[clearwaterrain]

Not Charles being like “lemme just sluttily show off my ass real quick on the official Ferrari post” 😭

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[lilghostiequinni]

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Main Masterlist Charles Masterlist

Pairing: Verstappen!Girlfriend!female reader x Charles Leclerc

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: Don't you just hate when your girlfriend loves your dogs more than you or when they take your spot in bed? Well, Charles does.

Requested: NO / yes

You met Charles through your twin brother when you were about 15 years old.

You didn't like going to your brother's kart races, but at the same time, you did like going to them, because when Max won races, it was like the world was right, nothing bad happened.

You didn't like it when Max lost because it meant something bad had happened.

It was conditioned into you from watching your brother for years that if Max failed, it was best to stay away from your dad for a few days to weeks or until Max won next, but sometimes even that wasn't good enough.

When you met Charles and you seen how his family and how family was supposed to work, you grew close to Charles.

For years, you avoided your feelings because you knew that your brother had become friends with the Monegasque and was close rivals on track.

You were afraid to say anything about how you felt because you were afraid of what your brother might say, who cares about everyone else, all you had in your life for the longest time was your brother.

You didn't want to disappoint him.

It wasn't until your brother literally locked you and Charles in a room within his apartment and refused to let you out that is until you confessed your feelings for each other.

It took all of an hour for the confession to happen and result in kissing, then turning into a full-on make-out until Max opened the door and interrupted but also saw one of his friends sucking face with his little sister.

About a year into your relationship with Charles, he asked you to move in, but you were hesitant because of the puppy you impulsively bought while Max and Charles were away for a race weekend.

Well, it was like three puppies, they were siblings, and the last three, you couldn't just leave them there.

They were Doberman, German Shepherd, and Husky mixes, and they were so cute.

When you told Max of your three little darlings, he laughed at you, then realized you weren't joking then he started laughing again, thinking of the reaction Charles would have.

Which, when you told him wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, but it could've been better.

But even after learning of your hellions, as Max started to call them after knowing them for an hour, Charles still insisted on moving in together.

Every time that Charles left for a race and you didn't go with him, the dogs took over his spot on the bed, laying with you as you slept, making sure that nothing happened to you.

When Charles had come home, for the first two nights he would have to fight off the dogs just to sleep.

So when he bought Leo, he thought that he would gain an ally against the other three, even if the two were still outnumbered, but no, that didn't happen.

The other three like to gain up on him, and Leo just joined in on the fun. It was not what Leo would just follow them he would actually help them.

Charles just gave up after a few months of trying to teach Leo to not help the other three dogs but he wasn't used to trying to, so he just gave up trying and let it happen most days.

Playing with the dogs most other times, it was actually really sweet what Charles did, playing with the hellions that you adopted without his knowledge, but even if he complains, he loves every minute of it because he's with you during them all.

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⟡ but you won’t forget me ⟡

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A/n: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AHH🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️ also no hate to alex at all, this is pure fiction!! I love her she’s such a diva and a queen!!✨✨

Charles leclerc x childhood best friend! reader

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni),cheating, angst, emotional damage and healing, panic attack.

Word count: 3,888

You grew up on the same street.

Your childhood intertwined like a well-worn thread — inseparable, almost inevitable.

When you were kids, Charles used to race you to the end of the street. You'd always cheat — taking a shortcut through the alley that made him laugh and complain about unfairness. But you always let him win because you wanted him to keep smiling. He never needed to win to know he was better than you at everything.

When you were fourteen, you spent every summer evening by the docks, dangling your feet over the edge, looking out at the vastness of the sea. He was the kind of boy who didn’t need to say much — just enough to make you feel like the world revolved around you both. The air smelled of salt and possibility, and the whole world felt like it was waiting for something to happen. It was supposed to be your forever.

It all felt so simple then.

At sixteen, you kissed him for the first time. His lips tasted like summer — a little salty from the breeze, a little sweet from the lemonade you’d been drinking. You could feel the weight of it all, but you never said a word. You just kissed him back, soft, tentative, as if the world wouldn’t change in that moment. But it did.

And when you both dated through the rough patches of adolescence, no one ever really believed it would end.

But it did.

It ended the moment he left for Formula One. The moment the world became too big for him, too loud, and too bright.

And when he walked away, you let him go. You knew his dreams were more important than staying tied to your quiet street, the one that barely noticed the passing days. You made peace with it.

You’d still see his family, still visit his mom and brothers, pretending you didn’t feel the hole where he used to be. You made yourself believe that you’d moved on. But deep down, you were lying to yourself. You didn’t move on. You just learned how to live with it.

It’s been years.

Charles is back in Monaco for the first time in what feels like forever. He’s bringing someone with him.

Alexandra.

You don’t need to know much. You don’t need to know what she looks like, or how long they’ve been dating. All you need to know is that it doesn’t matter. Because Charles will always be Charles, and you’ll always be the girl who kissed him at sixteen and watched him disappear.

Dinner that night is slow, agonizing torture.

Alex is lovely, charming, easy to like. She’s everything that fits with him now — polished, sophisticated, radiant in a way you never were. And you can see it in the way she laughs at things that aren’t even funny, in the way she strokes his arm across the table like she’s claiming him.

You want to look away. You do. But every time you glance at him, his eyes find you. They never leave you.

When his hand brushes yours by accident, you freeze, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his thumb traces the back of your hand just once, just enough to sting with memory. That simple, fleeting touch lights something in you that hasn’t been awake in years.

You catch him looking at you, his gaze sharp and intense, the kind of look that says I’ve missed you.

You feel it, too.

The ache.

The pull.

But you don’t let it show. You laugh, and pretend to be happy, and when Alex asks you about your life, you smile like everything is perfect.

But all the while, Charles’ eyes are on you, like they’ve always been.

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Later, after dinner, you slip outside to the balcony, hoping the cool air will help clear your head.

The night air smells like salt. Familiar. Safe.

You lean against the railing, eyes fixed on the moonlit water, trying to push away the warmth that lingers in your chest. The weight of his gaze still follows you, even from a distance.

Then the door creaks behind you.

“Always out here after dinner,” he says softly.

You turn to face him. “Old habit.”

He steps closer, his presence a weight you can’t ignore. “You still look the same,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost reverent.

You feel your pulse quicken, a familiar tension that you know all too well. The distance between you two has never felt more unbearable. The air is charged — thick with everything you’ve been hiding.

“You look… different,” you say, your voice barely a whisper. “But still the same.”

He smiles a little, but his eyes tell a different story. There’s something deep in them that makes your breath catch. It’s the same look he gave you back then, before everything got so complicated.

And before you can stop it, he’s standing right in front of you, his body heat radiating against yours. His hand brushes the side of your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. It’s not an accident this time. He’s deliberately close. You can feel the warmth of him, the tension between your bodies electric.

You don’t move. You just look at him. Waiting. Wanting.

“Do you love her?” you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

He hesitates. “I want to,” he says, but there’s no conviction in it. No strength.

Your heart sinks, but before you can say anything, he steps forward and brushes his lips against your forehead, gently, like a memory he’s afraid to let go of.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits, his voice rough and low.

You close your eyes, your body trembling as you force the words out. “You shouldn’t be here.”

But it’s too late. His lips are on yours, soft at first. Tentative. Careful.

But the longer it lasts, the deeper it goes. You can feel the years of longing, the unanswered questions, the weight of what should have been. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss.

It’s slow at first, building. His lips on yours are soft, warm, almost too gentle. But there’s a hunger beneath it, something you both recognize. Something that has always been there, just beneath the surface.

You pull him closer, needing the contact, feeling the heat of his body against yours. His hands move down to your hips, gripping you firmly, pulling you against him, and the sudden pressure makes you gasp.

His lips trail down to your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving marks that burn like fire. You tilt your head back, giving him more access, your hands threading into his hair as you tug him back to you.

“Charles…” you breathe, your voice thick with desire.

His lips find yours again, harder this time. He kisses you like he���s starved for you. His hands explore, touching, feeling, pulling you closer until you can feel the unmistakable heat of him pressed against your thigh.

The tension is unbearable. Everything about this moment is wrong and right, but the way he feels against you is too much to resist. You slide your hands under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his back, the heat of his skin. He groans into your mouth at the contact, and you pull him even closer, if that’s even possible.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes, his voice shaky, his hand trailing up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of your nipple.

You look into his eyes, and for the first time, you know what you both need. The moment has stretched into eternity, and you’re both losing control.

But you won’t stop.

You won’t say a word. You don’t need to.

You drag him closer, and in that moment, the years of waiting are over. You need him. You want him. And this time, you’re not going to let him slip away.

His lips devour you, hot and messy, as his hands slide under your skirt. The sensation of his fingers against your bare skin makes you gasp, and you meet his urgency with equal force, pushing him back against the wall. You press your body into his, grinding against the hardness that’s unmistakable, and you can feel the heat building, getting unbearable.

“Fuck…” he groans, breaking away for just a second to breathe. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Then take me,” you whisper, breathless.

Without another word, he lifts you easily, pushing you against the nearest doorframe. His hands work quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it aside before pulling down his jeans, his gaze never leaving yours. His movements are frantic now, desperate for the closeness you both crave.

You’ve never been so aware of the way your bodies fit together — so familiar, so right. His lips return to yours, harder now, as he pushes into you, making you both moan from the intensity. Every movement is deliberate, every touch a desperate promise that you’re not letting go again.

The world falls away as you both lose yourselves in the sensations, in the heat of his body, in the need for each other. The kiss deepens, becoming desperate, as he moves against you, both of you teetering on the edge, wanting, needing, more.

“Charles…” you moan his name, and his response is a low growl in your ear. He pulls you even closer, his body a living fire against yours, as the night turns into something neither of you will ever forget.

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is the warmth surrounding you.

It's not the crisp coolness of your sheets or the sterile chill of the guest room. No, this warmth is his. You’re wrapped in his arms, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel the slow, steady rhythm of his breath against the back of your neck. It feels so familiar, so safe, and for a split second, you forget where you are.

But then reality crashes in.

You remember the night before — the kiss, the hunger, the desperate need. You remember the way his lips moved against yours, the way he felt inside you, the way you both lost control.

And then you remember her.

Alex.

The warmth in your chest turns into a sick feeling, the kind that coils tight and heavy. You sit up, your heart pounding, your body still warm from his touch but suddenly filled with guilt. Panic floods your veins as you glance around the room. You recognize it — Charles’ room. The expensive decor, the half-open blinds letting in the morning light, the lingering smell of sex in the air. But none of it matters right now.

What matters is the chaos swirling inside you, the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to pull you under.

You look down at yourself — your clothes from last night are in a crumpled heap on the floor, and you’re left with nothing but the remnants of what should have been a mistake.

Oh God.

What have you done?

Charles shifts behind you, his arm still draped across your waist, and you freeze. The sound of his breath, the way he shifts to face you, the soft groan that escapes him as he blinks awake — it makes your heart race in the worst way possible.

His hand finds your shoulder, and he pulls you back to him, pressing his lips to your bare back. You stiffen, trying to fight the flood of guilt that makes it hard to breathe.

“Morning,” he mumbles into your skin, his voice groggy, still thick with sleep.

But it’s not morning for you. Not anymore.

You don’t know how to respond. You can’t look at him right now. The shame, the overwhelming regret, it’s suffocating.

You cheated on her. You fucking cheated on her.

Your breath catches in your throat as the reality settles in like ice in your veins. You’ve never felt worse. The thoughts begin to spiral.

“I should go,” you whisper, but your voice cracks, betraying the panic that’s setting in. You feel like you’re suffocating in this moment.

Charles’ hand tightens on your arm, his thumb gently grazing your skin in that comforting way he’s always done, but this time, it only feels wrong.

“What do you mean?” His voice is soft, confused, still lost in the haze of sleep.

But you can’t deal with it. You can’t stay. Not like this.

“I can’t stay,” you say again, more firmly this time, pulling away from him. “I— this wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re with her. You’re with Alex.”

He blinks at you in confusion, his brows furrowed, the remnants of the night before slowly dawning on him. You watch as the light of realization flickers in his eyes. He sits up, looking at you, his hand still reaching for you as if he wants to pull you back to him.

“Wait, you’re panicking—” he starts, his voice thick with confusion and sleep, but you shake your head before he can finish.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you say, your voice trembling now. “You’re with her. You cheated on her. On someone who… who trusts you. And I— I’m the one who—”

“No.” His voice interrupts you, harsh now, a little panicked, a little desperate. “Don’t say that. You didn’t cheat. I did.” He reaches for you again, but you pull away from his touch, your heart pounding too hard to ignore.

You stare at him, the words hanging in the air like they don’t belong in your world. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Not with him. Not like this.

“Charles, you’re with her. You have to go back to her. She’s your girlfriend.” The words sound almost foreign coming from your lips, but they’re true, and they hurt more than you expect.

He runs a hand through his hair, his face twisted with frustration. He looks so… lost. But it’s not your responsibility to fix it anymore. It can’t be.

“Alex isn’t you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze is intense, searching, like he’s trying to find the words to explain this. To explain everything.

But you can’t take it anymore. You push yourself off the bed, grabbing for your clothes, your body shaking with anxiety and regret. You need space. You need distance.

“Don’t make this harder,” you say, as much to yourself as to him. “I need to leave.”

Charles doesn’t move. He just watches you, like he’s paralyzed. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the way he wants to say something — wants to fix this, wants to make it okay — but nothing he says can take away the guilt and the mess of what you’ve done.

Finally, he stands, a flash of anger flickering in his eyes, but it’s not aimed at you. It’s something else. Something buried deep inside him.

“You’re right. I fucked up. I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice hoarse with regret. “I should’ve never let it go this far. I should have never hurt you like this.”

The words stutter out of his mouth, but they don’t make things better. They don’t fix the reality of what’s happening. You’ve both crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed.

But you need to get away. You can’t stay here.

“Just… don’t contact me. Not now. Not after all this,” you say, your voice strained.

You pull on your clothes in a blur, trying to keep yourself together, but the tears are too close to the surface. You can’t cry. You won’t let him see how much this is breaking you.

“Please don’t do this,” Charles pleads as you reach for the door.

You don’t turn back. You can’t.

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It’s been two weeks.

Two weeks of silence, of you trying to move on, of pretending the night with Charles never happened. Every time you close your eyes, his face, his hands, the way his lips felt on your skin flash before your mind. But the guilt never fades. You knew what you did. You knew you weren’t the only one involved. You hurt someone who didn’t deserve it — and all the while, you could feel the rift between you and Charles widening with every passing day.

You thought it would get easier.

But it doesn’t. It only gets harder.

The first time you see Charles’ name on your phone, your heart stops in your chest. You almost don’t want to pick up. You don’t know what he could possibly say after everything. But you do.

“Hello?” Your voice is shaky, your heart racing. You didn’t expect him to reach out, not like this.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low, rough around the edges. “It’s me.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it. “I know.”

There’s a long pause on the other end, and you can practically feel the weight of everything he wants to say but can’t. You hold your breath, waiting for him to continue, to finally break the silence that’s been strangling both of you.

“Listen… I don’t know where to start,” Charles says, his voice thick with emotion. You can hear the pain in it. He’s not hiding it. He’s not pretending anymore.

But you don’t know how to react. You’re still trying to protect your own heart.

“Just say it, Charles,” you whisper. “I can’t keep doing this, pretending like everything’s okay.”

There’s another pause, but this time, it’s not uncomfortable. It’s full of unspoken words, regret, and something deeper. You can feel the storm building on the other side of the line, like he’s about to do something that might change everything.

“I ended it,” he finally says, and you almost drop the phone in shock. “I ended things with Alex.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“What?” You can barely get the word out, your breath catching in your throat. “You— you broke up with her?”

“Yeah. I did,” he admits, and you can hear the heaviness in his voice. “I couldn’t keep pretending. I couldn’t keep lying to her or to myself. I thought I could move on, that I could make things work with her, but I’ve been lying. I’ve been lying about you. About us. And I’m sorry, but I can’t keep doing this.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air between you both. He sounds raw, like he’s been carrying something too heavy for far too long.

“I didn’t want to hurt her, but I’ve been hurting you this whole time. Every second. And I couldn’t live with it anymore.”

You feel the tears prick at the back of your eyes, and for a second, you let yourself breathe. This moment — this decision — it feels like everything is shifting.

“Charles, I— I don’t know what to say,” you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. You don’t know if you’re angry or relieved or confused. There’s so much swirling inside you, it’s hard to make sense of any of it.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me right away,” he says quickly, his voice desperate. “I don’t expect anything. But I needed you to know that I made the decision. I chose you.” The words are heavy, deliberate. “And if you’re still willing to give me a chance, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

You close your eyes, feeling the weight of his confession sink into your chest. You want to scream, to cry, to let out the years of frustration, but instead, you feel a strange calm wash over you.

You don’t know if you’re ready. You don’t know if you can trust him again, after everything. But the truth is, the love you’ve always felt for him — the feelings that never truly went away — are still there. And now, after all this time, they’re coming to the surface.

“I don’t know what happens next, Charles,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can just pick up where we left off. I don’t know if I can forget that… that you were with her, and I…”

He cuts you off gently, almost pleading. “I fucked up. I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you if you’ll let me.”

You want to believe him. You want to believe that this time, it could be different.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone else,” you murmur, your heart heavy. “I don’t want to be the other woman.”

He lets out a slow, pained breath, and you can hear how much this is affecting him, too. “You’ll never be ‘the other woman,’” he says, his voice soft but firm. “You’re the one. The only one.”

For a moment, the world feels like it’s standing still. The silence that fills the space between you both isn’t uncomfortable anymore. It’s full of possibilities, full of the unspoken future you both might have, if you’re brave enough to face it.

“I need time,” you finally say. Your voice is calm, measured, as you let the weight of the moment sink in. “But I’m not saying no.”

You hear his sharp exhale on the other end of the line, a sound of relief that’s almost as overwhelming as the emotions you’re feeling.

“I’ll give you all the time you need,” he says. “I’ll wait. And I’ll prove to you that this was the right choice. For both of us.”

A few weeks later, Charles reaches out again, this time to ask you to meet him.

You still have your doubts. You still have your fears. But when you see him — standing at the edge of the street, looking like he’s about to ask for the world — you realize that some things never change. Some things were always meant to be.

And in that moment, you both know — this is your chance. A chance to heal, to fix what was broken, and to finally let go of the past.

You take a step forward, and he reaches for your hand.

And this time, it feels right.

END.

[krumpkin]

Ferrari 458 - Stunning 😁

[tommydarlings]

Apocalypse | C.L

pairing: bbf!charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

warnings: reader under the influence of alcohol, mentions of sexual harassment, smut, soft&gentle!charles

w/c: 4.5k

summary: you were drunk, the little sister of a formula one driver and a hopeless romantic who hadn’t had any sex in a while — and maybe you also had a tiny crush on a specific driver in red who you coincidentally shared your favourite song with.

song recommendation: Apocalypse by Cigarettes after Sex

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Three Charles Leclercs… no, maybe two.

You weren’t sure anymore how many versions of that god forsaken man you saw but you were sure that it wasn’t only one at this point.

With wobbly legs and a tiny grin on your lips that you didn’t even really know where it came from, you stumbled over to your brothes friend before you crashed into his side as he talked to Lewis.

“Well hello you, little one,“ Lewis jokingly said with a giggle as soon as he saw you leaning into charles who quickly set his glass aside and caught your arms.

He was an asshole — but a caring one.

Charles looked down at you with furrowed brows, the loud music of the crowded club hurting your head as you tried your best to hear him over it.

“What’s gotten into you?“ he asked.

You grinned up at him, “clearly no dick lately which is actually-“

“Okay yeah yeah,“ charles mumbled more to himself before he told Lewis that he’s gonna take you him to which the Ferrari driver just nodded with his infamous smile.

Charles walked towards the doors of the club with you, dragging you by your arm but not in a way that it hurt.

He cleared his throat, “how much did you drink?“ the monaguesque glanced at you as he led you towards his Ferrari.

You sighed loudly before you groaned, almost as if you realised in what kind of state you’re actually in, “stopped counting-” but you only sighed again and closed your eyes as you two continued walking, “I actually never even started counting to be honest,“ you told him in all honesty.

Charles scoffed and shook his head, “I always have to take care of you at the end of the day — your brother is max verstappen! Can't he take care of you?“ he questioned.

You smiled briefly, “c’mon… don’t lie to me,” you looked up at him as you reached his car,

“you enjoy taking care of me, just admit it!“

He looked down at you and rolled his eyes with a sigh, “get in,“ he demanded as he opened the passenger door.

You two never really got along, at first you didn’t mind each other but then you just started bickering like teenagers and ever since then you simply disliked each other… did you still think that he was secretly one of the most attractive man you ever laid your eyes upon? Of course.

As you sluggishly got into the passenger seat of his car, Charles nonchalantly raised his hand and put it onto the bottom part of the roof of his Ferrari so you wouldn’t hit the top of your head.

But in your drunken state, you didn’t even notice the caring gesture — you sat down in the passenger seat and grinned up at him as he slammed the door shut.

“Why are you even taking me home? I’m not tired, you know?“ you looked at him as he hoped into his seat.

The Ferrari driver sighed again and started to drive the car into the direction of your flat, his eyes focused on the road while yours where still focused on him, “you’re wasted-”

“I’m not wasted, charlie!“ you interrupted him with a gasp.

He scoffed and almost cracked a little smile at the nickname, “stop calling me that.“

You grinned from ear to ear and leaned over the middle console, “why? I think the name fits you really well, charlie.“

Your 'caretaker' of the night rolled his eyes, “I think it sounds ridiculous, so quit it, yeah?“ he glanced at you for the first time since you got into the car.

You noticed his intense gaze on you for a few seconds before you looked away, both of you embarrassingly blushing a tiny bit now.

After a couple of minutes, you spoke up again,

“I’m cold,“ you sighed quietly before you hugged your figure, you were only wearing a rather short dress.

Charles sighed and briefly closed his eyes before he cleared his throat, “There should be a hoodie laying on the backseat,“ he mumbled in a deep tone, his eyes looking straight ahead.

You swiftly unbuckled your seatbelt and got your knees up on your seat before you turned around and grabbed the big piece of clothing.

But both of you knew that you were a tease.

So you stayed in that bend position for a bit longer and slowly wiggled your ass for a few seconds.

And as soon as he noticed that you did all of this on purpose, he gulped before he released he deep breath, his fingers wrapping tightly around the wheel, his knuckles turning white at this point.

“You got it?“ he asked, his eyes trying his best to keep his eyes on the road and not the curves of your ass and hips.

You smirked, the hoodie obviously still in your grasp, “mhmm, I can’t find-”

“Sit back down,“ he demanded suddenly.

You gulped now as well, “But I-”

“Sit. back. down. now,“ Charles told you, his tone still deep and demanding and this time you obeyed and slowly sat back down.

After you quickly put the hoodie over your head, you looked at him again, it’s almost as if you couldn’t get enough of staring at him.

“Something on my face?“ he asked quietly, his tone sounding softer again.

You grinned again, it was that typical girly grin you always wore when you were drunk, “yeah, a bit of a pink blush, leclerc,“ you whispered.

He briefly glanced at you before he adjusted his posture in his leather seat and put his eyes back on the road ahead, just shaking his head.

The rest of the ride was silent, you unintentionally nuzzled more and more into his hoodie as you kept your eyes on your window, watching the other cars and buildings pass by.

———

“You got your keys?“ Charles asked you as you both walked towards your front door of your apartment.

You nodded, “yeah, of course,“ you got your keys and unlocked the door before you both walked into the direction of the elevator, to your surprise it was pretty filled up with other people that lived here with you.

Charles stepped into the elevator as well, being right behind your smaller figure as you tried to squeeze into an empty corner with him.

To your surprise, Charles gently placed his hand on your lower back and led you into that one corner, staying very close to you.

As the elevator closed its doors and took off, some old man — that you’ve only seen a couple of times before, scooted closer to you…

You gulped and glanced up at Charles who already narrowed his eyes at the old man and in the surprisingly softest way possible, slowly put his hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your hands unintentionally landing on his chest as the side of your face grazed his shirt.

Very gently, you fisted his shirt and leaned a tiny bit more into him, both of you now crammed up in this one little corner.

You two were never this close before, and you honestly thought that you’d never be this close to each other.

“Just stay close, yeah?“ Charles whispered, his hand now holding your waist a tad tighter, pulling you impossibly close to him.

As your hands slid unintentionally down to his abs, you sighed quietly, “where else should I go, hm?“ you raised your brows as your fingertips felt his muscles.

He even smirked for a quick second, his eyes still on the older man though, “touché,“ your brother's friend nodded.

But suddenly, the older men took a step closer to you, his eyes shamelessly scanning your legs that were a bit exposed due to your dress and Charles’s hoodie which were both not very long.

You gulped and immediately leaned more into the formula one driver's chest but Charles had other plans.

His hand left your waist and he carefully shoved you into the corner behind him before he stepped in a protective manner in front of you, his eyes staring straight ahead at the older men, his facial expression pretty tense.

And even though he wasn’t saying a single word to the annoying man next to the two of you, his eyes clearly spoke volumes.

You gulped and bit your lip, really trying your absolute best to hide a grin before you tiredly leaned against his muscular back.

Luckily, the older man finally got the message and cleared his throat before he turned his back to charles.

Disgusting male creatures, or animals you would rather say — you rolled your eyes.

Then you looked up at charles again after he turned around, your hands laying lightly on his chest.

Men — you grinned for a split second.

Not even a minute later you were able to walk out of the elevator, your brothers best friend walking behind you again, his big hand hovering over the small of your back.

After a few stumbling steps, you finally reached your apartment door and unlocked it, still swaying a bit from side to side but charles was caring enough to put his hands on your waist each time you almost fell to the floor,

“Be careful, please…“ he told you in a quiet but warning kind of tone.

You giggled before you walked inside your apartment, charles following you and closing the door behind him.

You swiftly locked it again before you threw your keys onto the nearest surface and messily took your heels off, almost falling once again.

“Careful, I said!“ he scolded you like a child as he caught you by your waist before he sighed and picked you up, carrying you over to the couch where he gently sat your figure down.

You mumbled a quick, 'thanks' before you also removed your second heel and tossed them carelessly to the side.

Charles crossed his arms as he watched you as you closed your eyes and leaned backwards, seeming pretty exhausted.

Your dear caretaker cleared his throat, “so you’re just gonna lay here now and wait until you fall asleep?“

You shook your head and looked up at him,

“No… I actually want to take a bath,“ you replied quietly but in a serious tone, you weren’t joking around now.

He raised his brows in surprise, “A bath? A hot bath? Right now? While I’m here?“ he wanted to clarify if you even understood what you just said to him.

You nodded and hummed, “yeah, I really need that now,“ you said under your breath.

Charles glanced at his watch, “it’s almost two in the morning,” his tone got quieter.

But you only shrugged, you knew it was pretty late already but you simply didn’t care.

Charles sighed before he slowly walked towards your bathroom, “yeah, c’mon, get up.”

You grinned up at him before you slowly lifted your arms up — you were rather demanding and stubborn when you were drunk.

Charles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “I know you’re drunk but you can’t be that-”

But you only leaned forward and lightly smacked his chest — which was secretly just an excuse to touch his muscles again but he didn’t need to know that.

“Ow!“ he furrowed his brows for a second before he released a long sigh and picked you up — and god was it hard to hide your giggle as he carried you almost like a child towards your bathroom.

“You’re just like your brother, you know that? Extremly stubborn and wants everything to be handed to her on a silver platter,“ he mumbled more to himself as you put your arms properly around his strong neck.

“We’re siblings, charlie,“ you heard him scoff at the nickname but you just continued, “of course we act the same,“ you clapped back.

Charles stepped into the bathroom with you in his arms and quickly filled your bathtub with hot water.

You watched him, still clinging onto him like a little girl even though you would have never clung onto him like that if you were sober,

“Can you add some bubbles?“ you pointed at the bottle with the lemon scent.

The formula one driver set you carefully down onto the floor before he added some bubbles.

He focused on the bubbles slowly covering the water, “you can undress yourself, I won’t look I promise,“ he murmured under his breath.

You gulped before you slowly removed his big hoodie and your dress.

Then you just stood there and watched how he slowly ran his hands through the steaming water before you unhooked your bra and took your panties off, putting the small pile of clothes to the side for now.

After a couple more seconds, Charles finally stood back up, his eyes still trained on the bathtub before he wiped his hands on a towel, “I’ll wait outside, okay?“ he asked quietly.

You nodded, “yeah,“ you whispered before you walked towards the tub — Charles swiftly turned around and walked with slow steps towards the door as he heard you stepping into the hot water behind him.

Just when his hand touched the door handle, your words made him stop in his tracks,

“Charlie?“ you loved the nickname, you couldn’t help it, “can you stay here with me? Next to the tub? I don’t want to be alone right now,“ you whispered so quietly he almost couldn’t understand you properly.

You weren’t sure if you just craved his presence because you were drunk or if you actually needed him by your side now.

You only knew that it started to hurt in your chest as soon as he stepped towards the door.

Charles's hand slowly slipped off of the handle before he turned his head, eyes still trained on the floor,

“Are you sure? You’re dru-,”

“I’m sure, charles,“ you told him quietly, your arms resting on the edge of the tub.

He cleared his throat and slowly nodded before he turned around and looked at your figure hiding beneath the bubbles, his eyes darkening for a brief moment before he stepped towards the bathtub.

He crouched down next to you, his eyes staying straight on your face, not daring to look elsewhere.

You looked at him with doe eyes, your chin laying comfortably on your arms.

“Why?“ he suddenly murmured, his eyes glancing at your lips, your eyes too mesmerising for him.

You still had a bit of alcohol in your system so you smirked and god it drove your brothers best friend wild, “Why what?“ you whispered.

Charles sighed, “Why all of this? Why did you fall in my arms tonight? Why-”

“Because you have the only pair of arms I would allow to catch me,“ you interrupted him in a soft tone.

He almost gasped at your words, his body sinking to his knees now, his face at the same level as yours, “and why do you want me by your side now?” He asked with his brows furrowed.

With a tiny smile, you answered his desperate question,

“I don’t want you,“ he was almost not even able to hear your voice, “I need you — I feel like I fucking need you and I don’t even know why.“

You still couldn’t stop smiling a tiny bit, your own words sounded crazy and you knew that but you also couldn’t lie to him, you couldn’t hide your feelings, you were always bad at that.

The formula one driver gulped, his eyes still not going any further down than to your lips.

“You’re my best friends sister,“ charles mumbled, probably talking more to himself — but you only nodded,

“I know,“ you replied quietly, “I may be younger but I’m not dumb, charlie.”

Charles sighed and shook his head, “What do you expect from me now?“ his voice was embarrassingly quiet as well, as if you were both scared to speak up.

You smiled softly and tilted your head to the side before you started to hum a song, your eyes glancing down at his lips.

The formula one driver briefly furrowed his brows as you started to hum a well known song, “apocalypse? Cigarettes after sex?“

You nodded, “you know that song?“

He nodded as well before you spoke up again,

“How do you know it?“ you looked into his gorgeous eyes again — Charles averted his gaze from your face,

“Well it’s your favourite song isn’t it?“ he whispered, making your brows shoot up in surprise.

You cleared your throat, “yeah… it is,“ you nodded along before you grinned at him again,

“Wha-“

“You leapt from crumbling bridges watching cityscapes turn to dust,“ you suddenly started singing in a hush tone.

Charles chuckled and shook his head, “I’m not singing, there’s-”

“Filming helicopters…“ you waited for him to continue the line — and as soon as he looked into your eyes, the entire song began to play in his head,

“Crashing in the ocean from the way above,“ — he continued in a hush tone, his brows slightly furrowed.

You nodded with a tiny blush, “Got the music in you, baby, tell me why.”

He cracked a smile, “Got the music in you, baby, tell me why,“ he glanced at your lips before back into your eyes.

“You’ve been locked in here forever and you just can’t say goodbye,“ you also found yourself glancing at his lips.

He sighed, but it was more of a happy sigh, maybe mixed with a bit of 'what-the-hell-am-I-doing-here?',

“Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms,“ Charles slowly leaned in pressed his lips ever so gently against your forehead.

You smiled before you simply continued, trying your best to get the words out without stuttering, “You’ve been hiding them in hallowed-out pianos left in the dark.“

Charles closed his eyes, his forehead barely touching yours as his hand was softly laying on the back of your wet neck, “Got the music in you, baby, tell me why,“ he whispered.

You dared to lean in a bit more, the tip of your noses touching each other, “Got the music in you, baby, tell me why.”

“You’ve been locked in here forever, and you just can’t say goodbye,“ he went on, not moving an inch away from your face which was dangerously close.

With slightly dilated pupils, you glanced up at him, “your lips, my lips, apocalypse,“ you grazed your lips carefully against his.

It was like a cat caught his tongue for a short and sweet second before he actually continued letting the romantic words roll off of his tongue, “your lips, my lips, apocalypse.”

And then he finally made it happen, he tenderly crashed his soft lips against yours, it was slow and almost careful but still with a hint of something you were only able to call desperation.

At the first connection you pulled your head back a tiny bit but Charles chased your mouth as if it was the only thing keeping him alive at this point.

At the second connection of both of your lips, you leaned in, almost making him fall backwards but he quickly held onto your slightly wet elbow and leaned in as well, your noses squished against each others but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

And at the third connection you both smiled, grinning against each others lips as if you were two teenagers that just shared their first kiss.

And then the distance between you two suddenly bothered you — so you grabbed him by his upper arms and awkwardly pulled him with all your strength into the tub with you.

“What are you-? No!“ but it was too late already, his clothed body landed on top of your soaked and bare one, his hands going to either side of your hips to steady himself, his forehead clashing lightly against yours but you didn’t mind.

And you only laughed unstoppably, throwing your head back in ecstasy, your arms around his neck, soaking his skin and the top of his shirt.

And god he wanted to have the sound of your sweet laugh to be stuck in his head for forever and ever, until death comes and collects him.

“Oh god!“ he laughed loudly as well, joining your sweet melody before he put one of his wet palms onto your waist under the hot water, his fingers digging lightly into your skin.

Then you looked at him and crashed your lips eagerly against his once again, your palms cupping his cheeks.

And he did the same, kissing you with tenderness but still hungrily while the water in tub swayed from side to side next to your bodies.

Obviously the floor was a bit wet now as well from when you pulled him so swiftly into the tub with you but you decided to take care of that later, you were way too busy with him now.

You giggled against his soft lips, “sorry, I couldn’t help it!“ your thumb stroked his cheek.

Charles shook his head and smiled as well, his dimples showing the cutest way possible, his hand that is under the hot water and placed gently upon your skin not daring to go any lower.

You always knew that he was a gentleman.

As he felt your thumb stroking his skin, the thumb that’s laying on your waist also started to slowly caress your wet skin,

“It’s okay, you just surprised me a bit because I didn’t expect it,“ he mumbled against your lips before he kissed them again.

The two of you continued making out like teenagers that were hopelessly in love — maybe you two were but it was probably still too early for that — but then he slowly scooted back on his knees and pulled you with him so your naked and wet figure was sitting comfortably on his lap.

You bit your lip as you bare pussy touched his pants, your hands slowly going down to his belt, “off?“ he asked quietly.

And you only nodded with a quiet whine — the next thing you knew was that he unhurriedly opened his belt and slid his pants and boxers down, just enough to free his already hard cock.

You shortly looked down and aligned your entrance with his already leaking tip — but before you could sink down on him, Charles gently grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes,

“Want you to look at me,” he mumbled before he helped you sitting down on him, his palms softly squeezing your hips.

While you bit your lip and only groaned quietly, Charles quickly parted his lips and released a deep moan, his brow furrowed as he looked at you with desperate eyes, “oh my god,“ he threw his head back.

“Wanted this for so long,“ you leaned forward and kissed his exposed neck, slowly bouncing up and down on him, your hands on his broad shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around your wet waist and pulled you closer, your breasts lightly squished against his still clothed chest, “me too, god,“ he groaned and bit your shoulder.

After you started whining at the deep sensation, you hugged his head, forcing the formula one driver to bury his face into your neck which he obviously didn't complain about.

“Tu te sens si bien, chérie,“ you feel so good, sweetheart, the monaguesque moaned quietly into your ear.

You gulped before you lightly parted your lips and gasped — did he just really call you sweetheart?

You continued moving up and down on his slick cock, your fingers pulling lightly on the hair on the back of his head, “did you just call me sweetheart?“

With teary eyes but a tiny smile, you turned your head to look at him, “hmm?“ you needed an answer.

Charles gulped heavily before he finally answered, his voice quiet and deep,

“You know I did, don’t act like you don't,“ he grinned a bit, his wet fingertips running along your bare back, his lips going back and forth on your collarbone.

You nodded before you whimpered, your hands going down to his shoulders again while his big hands went down to your hips, his fingers squeezing your lower back.

It was really funny to you how he didn’t dare to touch your ass yet, or generally go any lower with neither his hands nor his gaze.

But then you suddenly felt his lips softly kissing the top of your breasts, kissing your wet skin each time you sank down on him, there and then still releasing a deep moan.

In the meantime, you buried your face in the top of his head, his soft hair touching your cheek, nose and mouth.

Charles switched between kissing your right and left breast, “don't stop please,“ he squeezed his eyes shut and growled quietly, making you smirk a bit before you groaned as well.

“I won’t,“ you shook your head with a whine, it was all very gentle and loving but the sounds of your wet hips slapping together was more than sinful.

Your legs trembled under water, your wet hands cupping his cheeks to lift his face so that you could kiss him slowly.

Charles raised his brows in surprise as you softly connected your lips with his, his big hands running along your back as your movements stuttered a bit due to how close you were.

And he noticed, “me too, I’m so close,” he nodded along his words, his brows furrowed, his plumb lips parted and his hands gripping your waist and the back of your neck tighter.

“Oh, fuck!“ you moaned against his mouth, your orgasm crashing over you like a tsunami while Charles groaned deeply and panted heavily, his high also washing over his entire body with surprising intensity.

The formula one driver ran his fingertips down your back, taking deep breaths to calm himself down as you continued occasionally clenching around him, “Everything okay?“

You slowly nodded into his neck, “yeah, I’m… perfect,“ you smiled a bit and turned your head to look at him, one of your hands cupping his cheek.

His little dimples were on full display again as he smiled up at you, his thumbs gently stroking your hip bones, “Tu es si belle,“ you’re so beautiful, the monaguesque mumbled under his breath.

You furrowed your brows with a grin,

“I-,“ you laughed, “I don’t understand any french, charlie!“ you playfully smacked his wet chest, “what did you just say?“

He ironically wiggled his eyebrows, “who knows?“ Charles chuckled — you rolled your eyes and bit your lip before you rolled your hips under the water, obviously wearing a cocky smirk while doing so.

Charles gasped for a brief second and glanced down before he put his eyes back on your pretty face, brows furrowed and lips parted, just like earlier.

Wow, you literally only rolled your hips.

“I said you’re beautiful!“ he quickly blurted out, his wet hands squeezing your hips.

You bit your lip and giggled, “well thank you baby,“ you pecked his lips but he swiftly pulled you closer for a proper and deeper kiss.

[thatguywrites]

May I humbly ask for a Lewis Hamilton x male!car designer/technician!reader who's stupidly good at designing the fastest F1 cars and always forgets that most people don't understand all the technical jargon that he uses?

Many congratulations for 100 followers!

Thank you!!!

100 followers event

Lewis Hamikton x Engineer!Reader

You were one of the main reasons Ferarri got second in the WCC last year

And why Lewis wanted to sign with Ferarri

When testing started he shyly asked you questions about the car in an attempt to flirt

He quickly learned he was out of his depth

You rival maxspaining with your yapping

On your first date you do a lot of the talking and he just looks infatuated with you

Sometimes when you're talking even to other engineers he has to remind you to dumb it down just a bit

Everyone else is too scared to admit they don't understand you

He loves praising Ferarri because he gets to talk about you

"And our car is so good because my very hot and very smart boyfriend made it and he's so good at his job" - Lewis at any given opportunity

He gets nervous about complaining about the car because he doesn't want you to feel bad

You two just end up brainstorming to fix it together

You talk him to sleep whenever he's especially jetlagged or just tired

All the technobabble being an amazing lullaby

Taglist: (Comment or DM to be added)

@koalapastries @justaf1girl @spoonfulofmilo @lokisen @op-81-lvr-reblogs

[romanceandbands]

Ferrari as soon as everyone starts saying Charles could be a championship contender

[norristrii]

more texts please. maybe where the drivers think they're texting their friends about how much they like reader and turns out they're texting reader

NOT HOW IT SEEMS — texting.

They simp over you to their bsf, turns out you are the one who they text.

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

warnings. typos, swearing. Thank you for this request, hope u like it!

Max, Daniel, Lando

Oscar, Charles, Carlos

Lewis, George

[lunawolf444]

Hope you caught the race yesterday 😘

[brainddeadd]

[forzalvr]

I love how all of them have the most devious expression on there faces while talking ab charles' height 😭 [not mine!!]

[dudutudu-maxlestappen]

im manifesting max on pole

[mic-check-stims]

Seto Kaiba but he's stuck at the dmv for 3 hours to renew his license for his shitty red ferrari 360 moodboard for anon

X-X-X X-X X-X-X

[dearstvckyx]

𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖲 𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖲 𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱? - 𝖬𝖱𝟩𝟥 (𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌!𝗈𝖼) 2/?

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lilyhughes babes first time in monaco 🏎️ 🇲🇨

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trevorzegras going to f1 without me 😔

╰ jackhughes the betrayal fr

╰ lilyhughes shut up 😒

mclaren the dress tho

╰ lilyhughes for the best team 🧡

��� scuderiaferrari the hurt

╰ astonmartinf1 the only hughes that doesn’t support us 😔

╰ lilyhughes i love all teams equally 🫶🏻

alleyrempe does he even know what f1 is?

╰ lilyhughes no.

╰ user8 ALLEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

╰ alleyrempe user8 i wasn’t here

user10 is.. this who i think it is?

╰ user1 if im thinking what im thinking, yes

╰ user15 based on alleys comment, maybe

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hughes siblings gc

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matt/lily chat

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few weeks later

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lilyhughes my #73 7ft canadian❤️🤍💙

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user5 HUH?! I MEAN CUTE BUT HUH?!

alleyrempe finallly, guessing you finally told your brothers

╰ lilyhughes unfortunately

jackhughes Z FCKING KNEW

╰ trevorzegras yup 😁

╰ jackhughes 😐….

╰ lhughes_06 😑

╰ lilyhughes RUN TREVOR RUN

╰ trevorzegras 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

_quinnhughes happy for you but idc if he’s 7ft, ill kll him if he hurts you

╰ edwards.73 ☝🏼

╰ colecaufield ☝🏼

╰ trevorzegras ☝🏼

╰ luca.fantilli ☝🏼

╰ rutgermcgroarty ☝🏼

╰ kandre.miller he’s my teammate but ☝🏼

╰ alleyrempe he’s my brother but ☝🏼

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user16 the fact all the hockey boys are saying they’ll kick matts ass if he hurts her 😭

╰ user20 AND HIS OWN TEAMMATES 💀

╰ user3 AND HIS SISTER 😭

lhughes_06 instagram? unfollow. phone number? blocked.

╰ lilyhughes DON’T YOU MAKE A FAMILY GUY REFERENCE AT ME WARREN