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🐚 OCEAN EYES - # CL 16

on the runway : Charles Leclerc x fem!vausseur!reader

inspiration ( warnings ) : swearing, drinking, smut [p in v, fem!oral!receiving, shower sex, beach sex, semi-private sex etc etc.]

VIP's in the front row ( taglist ) : MUTUALS GET INSTANT TAGS [@vroomvroomcircuit, @disneyprincemuke, @verstappen-cult, @starkwlkr, @sailing-with-100-ships, @foreveralbon]

Before the show begins ( synopsis ) : You are Ferrari team principals grand-daughter and over this time, you've become close with the teams golden boy, Charles Leclerc. If your grand-father could replace you with anyone, it would probably be this guy. So, how mad do you think he would be if you, fucked him?

Designer notes : so, inspiration strikes in the weirdest ways icl. it's not too filthy, cause theres shower sex. ha ha, you see what I did there? anyway enjoy <3

You’ve known Charles for years, being the granddaughter of his team principal, it was a bit hard to avoid him. Sure, your Pépé had warned you against interacting too much with his star driver, but when had you ever listened.

That’s how you ended up walking down to the semi-private beach of your grandparent’s family home, tucked away in the exclusive part of Saint-Tropez. There were a few drivers present, already swimming in the shallow, aquamarine waters, recharging before the start of the season. Their girlfriends were also there, lounging on the pure white sand, you walked towards them.

The heat clung to your skin like thick honey, your cover-up doing barely anything to shield you from the warm, sleepy sun. You greeted the girls, giggling at something that one of them said, pointing at the child-like men paddling further away from shore. That’s when you noticed him, Charles was a part of this gaggle, the water lapping at his waist, pulling down his shorts playfully- just enough for you to notice the tan lines between the dimples of his back and his bathing suit.

You tried not to stare, but apparently failed, since he noticed your presence as soon as your manicured feet touched the beach, and pivoted at his waist, green eyes sweeping over your body; settling on your face as he waved.

It took him a total of 10 minutes to break away from the group and wade his way up to shore. To you.

“Nice of you to join us.” He teased, shaking his hair, spraying you with salty droplets.

You held up your hands, protecting your sun-cream infused skin, “I brought snacks. That’s got to count for something.”

He smiled- lazy, dimpled- and sat down next to your perch on a towel, “depends on what you got.”

You pulled out an array of brightly colored packets, “I got salted crisps, your favorite. Be grateful.”

He leaned towards you and kissed your cheek, “merci,” It was just a European thing, you brushed it off, him kissing you was just customary, polite.

His elbow grazed yours as he took the bag from you. He was shirtless, obviously, toned, tan and glistening with remaining sea spray. It made you blush and look down at your ensemble, suddenly feeling like you were over-dressed.

Charles noticed your cover-up, woven together to form intricate shapes over your scandalous bathing suit, “Fred let you out the house in that?” He asked incredulously, eyebrows raised.

You shrugged, “He didn’t know, and it’s not that bad” you began to lift the dress-like garment, “see.”

The piece fell limp next to you as you stretched, arms held above your head.

“Oh yeah,” he blinked at your bikini, if it could be called that, “not bad at all” Charles cleared his throat, eyes darting between the straps holding your modesty together and his potato chips.

You laughed, “eyes up here Charlie.”

It probably was one of your more risqué options, but you chose it out of necessity, definitely not because you loved riling up the flustered man next to you.

“Oh my god,” an accented voice exclaimed next to you, “That bikini is amazing.” Kika was propped up on her elbows, sunglasses held on her head with her free hand, “I think I'm gay for you now.” She chuckles as Pierre gapes at her, toweling off his back.

You looked down at the bathing suit, dual toned cups held your breasts in place, semi-coverage at best with matching bottoms that molded against your curves. Shrugging, you accept the compliment, along with the shared bottle of vodka being passed around the group.

The rest of the day unfolded like a dream. Laughing with friends, passing around 1 litre bottles of expensive alcohol, swimming until your skin pruned and your limbs were like warm wine. But the best, most unrealistic parts of the day, were when, just for a moment you and Charles would gravitate towards one another. His fingers brushing your thigh on the jet-ski, legs tangled under the water, your chests pressed together as you ducked beneath the waves.

It was always like this. Teasing. Tantalizing

But today was different. More serious. More real.

Once the sun had set and the lights illuminated the strip of shore you were inhabiting, the others headed up for to the villa, for your mémé’s hand-made dinner and warm showers. Charles lingered, you stayed too. Packing up all the towels, and umbrella’s, disposing of the scandalous bottles that lay empty in a neat line.

“You always stay behind,” You noted, wrapping the cleanest looking towel around your sunburnt shoulders and settling beside him on the sand.

He hummed, leaning his cheek against his shoulder, eyes tiredly fluttering closed.

“It’s like you’re waiting for the sea to tell you something.”

He opened one eye at you, hair damp, smile slow. “Sometimes it does.”

You snorted at him, but your chest warmed with his whisper. Looking out to the waves, lapping at one another before lazily caressing the shore- you barely notice him watching you, instead of the sea ahead, something heavy behind his eyes.

Turning to face him, you pull your knees up and tuck your chin between them, towel slipping from your shoulders, taking one of your bikini straps along with it. Charles’s eyes flickered down, slowly.

“Something on your mind, Leclerc?”

His tongue swept at his bottom lip, slow and deliberate as he met your eyes once more.

“You looked good in that bikini today,” he gulped once, hand twitching at his side, “too good, I tried not to stare, I failed.”

Your heart thumped against your ribcage and shifted closer without even realizing it. “That so?”

He brought a shaky hand up to your fallen strap, toying with the damp material.

“I think I’ve been trying not to touch you all day.” He confessed, still unsure whether he should replace the garment, or tug it off with a simple, weak pull.

“You’re not very good at self-control,” you murmured, voice low and warm, “You know that, right?”

He laughed softly, letting the strap fall from his hold. “Not when it comes to you.” His fingers brushed your bare shoulder, and you shivered from the touch, head lolling to the side so you could follow the path of his fingertips. It was instinctual, like your bodies had already made the decision before your brains caught up.

“You going to do something about it?” you asked, head tilted, lashes low.

His eyes darted to your mouth, then back to your eyes, searching for a sign of hesitance, regret. Something that would give him an excuse not to kiss you.

“I don’t want to ruin anything.”

“That’s sweet,” you cooed, shifting onto your knees, so you were facing him, “but I think if we were going to ruin something, we would’ve done it a long time ago.”

Charles exhaled through his nose, shaking his head a little — half amused, half completely undone by you.

Then he leaned forward, hand cradling your neck and kissed you.

It was the kind of kiss that had history in it – thousands of “almosts,” all coming undone all at once. His other hand slid to your waist, holding you steady as your mouths slotted together like muscle memory. Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned against your lips.

You gasped into him, and he took that opportunity to deepen the kiss - tongue slow and patient.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless.

“I want to see you,” he said softly, fingers ghosting along the towel still draped around your back, “all of you. Without anyone else around.” He meant the house, the geust annex that you had always claimed at your grandparents’ house.

“No one’s around now,” you responded.

He blinked. Eyes widening as he looked to your surroundings, “You’re sure? I mean... et si quelqu'un voit ?”

“I’ve been sure since you walked out of that sea like some slutty James Bond. And I don’t care if they see.”

“Putain.” He whispered, forehead falling against your collarbone as he laughed, low and warm. “You’re impossible.”

You shrugged, grinning down at him, fingers tangled in his hair. “You’re obsessed with me.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, like it was the simplest, easiest truth in the world.

You tugged the towel from your shoulders, letting it pool behind you as you climbed into his lap. His hands gripped your waist, guiding you easily, before they skimmed down to settle on your hips.

You were still wearing your bikini bottoms.

Charles ran his hands up your thighs, slipping under the damp material, fingertips brushing over the curve of your ass. You leaned forward, leaving small kisses from the back of his ear to his collar bone as you grinded ever so slightly, and his head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured like a prayer up to the star littered sky.

“I think I do,” you said, reaching between your bodies to trace the outline of him through his swim shorts. His hips jerked up slightly, and he bit his lip.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned, before pulling you in for another kiss.

You rutted against each other like that - slow, filthy, sharing too-fast breaths and too-wet kisses - until he was rambling needily in French, practically begging under his breath.

“I want to taste you,” he said suddenly, voice rough, urgent.

“You can,” you replied, already sliding off his lap to lie back on the towel.

Charles knelt between your legs, hooking your knees onto his shoulders, eyes devouring you like he’d dreamt about this exact moment. He leaned forward, pushing your thighs apart as his thumbs stroked along your hipbones gently.

When he finally ducked his head, licking a stripe through your folds, you cried out - high, shocked, needy.

He groaned like he’d just won his first race of the season. “Tu es si douce.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you gasped, legs twitching as he latched onto your clit and sucked, slow and devastating.

That made him laugh against you, and the vibration made your eyes roll back.

You reached for his hair, anchoring yourself - but he didn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. He moaned like it turned him on to make you fall apart, the taste of you on his lips too sweet, and from the way his hips were moving against the towel, you knew he was getting off on it too.

Your thighs trembled as your orgasm crept closer, the pressure at your center building and building until it snapped.

You came with a breathy, broken whimper - twitching under his tongue, gripping his curls like a lifeline.

When you finally looked down, he was already crawling up your body to kiss you, licking his glossy lips, face flushed.

“I could die right now,” you muttered, holding his cheeks as he nipped his way up to you, “and I’d go happy.”

Charles smiled against your cheek. “Don’t die yet.”

He reached down to tug at his shorts, freeing his cock - hard, flushed, already leaking.

You bit your lip at the sight, “I need you, like bad, I need you inside of me.”

Charles bit your cheek, “You have me chérie”

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, both of you moaning in sync.

The stretch burned in the best way - all that tension, finally released.

He moved carefully at first, studying your face, brushing the hair from your forehead like he wanted to remember every detail. But it didn’t stay slow for long.

Soon, your bodies were pressed together, the soft slap of your skin on his punctuated by moans and the occasional shaky laugh.

“I’ve thought about this so many times, dream about it too” he murmured against your jaw. “Fucking you, kissing you like this. I thought I was insane.”

“You are,” you whispered back, angling your face so his lips slotted against yours “But it’s okay. So am I.”

He kissed you again, harder this time - a little unhinged.

When you came again, he was right behind you, whispering your name r against your neck as he finished inside the condom, hips still rolling as he chased every wave of it.

You lay there, tangled together, hearts pounding war drums. The sound of sea crashing gently filled your ears once the roaring subsided.

“You need to walk ahead of me,” you said, slipping your cover-up back on, cheeks still flushed. “There’s no way I can walk in right after you and not look like I’ve just been railed on the beach.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, smug. “That’s because you have just been railed on the beach.”

You kicked sand at him, grinning. “Okay, Sherlock.”

He smirked, brushing off his chest. “Fine. Give me two minutes. I’ll go in first and pretend I’ve been, I don’t know, looking for sunscreen?”

“You’re terrible at lying,” you rolled your eyes and snorted.

“I’m fantastic at lying. I’m Monégasque, it’s part of the charm.”

“Fine,” You cross your arms and pop out your hip, “What’s the story Molière ?”

He looked over his shoulder, already halfway up the short, light wood staircase, “You go in through the side entrance,” he said, glancing over his shoulder like a boy caught stealing. “I’ll head in first and give you a thirty-second head start.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And then what? You’ll tell them that I evaporated into thin air?”

He grinned, all teeth and dimples. “Relax. I’ll say you’re rinsing off in the outdoor shower.”

You blinked. “That’s not even—”

But he was already gone, bounding up the stairs with the confidence of a man who absolutely just came on a beach towel.

You waited thirty seconds. Then ten more. Then crept along the patio, hoping no one noticed your flushed cheeks, slightly askew bikini, or the unmistakable handprint pressed into the curve of your thigh.

As you edged around the corner toward the glass double doors, you heard him.

“She’s just rinsing off outside,” Charles was saying, smooth as anything, probably flashing that annoyingly innocent smile he used to get out of speeding tickets. “Sunscreen was making her itchy, I think. She’ll just be a minute.”

You cursed silently, immediately sneaking behind the tall bushes to your grandmother's garden and bent over, cupping frigid water from the garden hose onto your legs, then splashing some on your collarbone, hoping it would cool you off and cover up the fact you’d just had the best orgasm of your life. Your hair was an entirely other story, a lost cause- half-damp from the ocean, half-tangled from Charles's fingers. You did your best and twisted it into a messy bun.

You tip-toed back to where you left the bag full of damp, used towels and stepped inside, immediately ambushed by the scent of grilled prawns and olive oil and the watchful eyes of literally everyone.

“Ah, there she is,” Charles said, way too fast, way too chipper, as he leaned against the hallway arch, his damp swimming trunks slipping low over the V of his hips. “All rinsed.”

You shot him a look. A very deadly, “I will drown you in the sea next time” look.

“Your hair’s wet,” Carlos noted, brow raised. He was slicing lemons and squinting suspiciously.

“Outdoor shower,” you said brightly. “Rinsed.”

Pierre nodded slowly. “That thing’s freezing.”

“I’m brave.”

Before Carlos could reply, Charles grabbed your wrist and tugged lightly. “Actually, can I borrow her?” he asked the room, casual as hell. “She got sunscreen in her eye. I think she left her stuff in the guest bath.”

You nearly tripped over your own feet trying to follow him, tossing the group a helpless, What a weirdo shrug.

“Bathroom excuse,” you hissed once the bathroom door shut behind you. “That’s your best cover story?”

He was laughing, playing with the tie of your bikini bottoms. “You have to admit, I handled the pressure beautifully.”

“You said I got sunscreen in my eye,” you replied, gasping when he lifted you onto the cool marble counter. “You could’ve gone with heatstroke. Heatstroke’s believable.”

“I’m having a stroke,” Charles muttered, kissing down your chest, “from how good you taste.”

You kicked at him, weakly, laughing and breathless. “You’re disgusting.”

“You love it,” he said, flashing a grin before ducking to press his mouth to your inner thigh, right where you were still sore and glistening from earlier.

Your breath caught.

“Charles,” you warned, twitching slightly as he nosed against you again, “we don’t have time.”

“We do,” he said, voice low. “Shower’s quick.”

You pushed him away and glared. “I had to fake rinse in the hose, Charles.”

“Sexy.” He tilted his head at you from between your thighs.

“You just want me naked again.”

“I need you naked again,” he corrected, tugging down your bottoms.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Shut up and get in the shower.” He pulled you from the counter and lead you to the glass shower like a man possessed.

You smirked as the glass cubicle steamed up. “Very romantic.”

“I’ll light a candle next time.” He offered

The moment the water hit your bodies, everything turned slippery and hot and way too urgent. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this since you were eighteen, muttering something in French that sounded like a swear. Your laughs turned to groans and then back to laughs again as you nearly knocked over a bottle of expensive shampoo.

“Shhh,” you hissed, grinning, trying to muffle your laugh into his shoulder. “I swear to god, if we get caught-”

“What’s he gonna do?” Charles asked, tilting his face up to the warm stream, “Bench me for... fraternization?”

“He’s my grandfather, Leclerc.”

Charles grinned and squirted a generous amount of sickly-sweet smelling soap into his hands, “So I’m keeping it in the family.”

He lathered it across your body, taking obscene care with every curve like he was committing it all to memory. “You’re ridiculous,” you breathed, shivering when his thumb slipped between your legs. “Someone’s going to hear.”

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet,” he murmured, sinking to his knees, “Won’t you?”

You gasped at the feeling of his mouth on you, wet and filthy, tongue moving in lazy circles like he had all the time in the world.

“You’re insane,” you whispered, nails dragging lightly down his neck. “You’re actually going to make me come in my grandparents’ guest shower.” Your hand clutched the towel rail uselessly, legs shaking under the weight of him.

“You say that like it’s not a compliment.” he replied, slightly garbled against you and the constant flow of water.

When your orgasm hit, you bit your own wrist, hard, stifling the noise like your life depended on it.

Charles stood slowly, his hands trailing up your slick skin, pausing to cup your breasts before he kissed you hard. He twisted you in his hold, pressing you against the tile and entered you with a hand braced around your stomach, a soft moan punched into the space behind your ear.

The rhythm was rough and fast, water slapping against tile as you struggled to keep your balance, hands splayed flat against the wall.

“I’m gonna-fuck,” he groaned, “you feel so-”

You came first, cheek pressed against the aquamarine glass, whispered fuckfuckfuck into the air. He followed soon after, groaning your name like it was his finish line.

You panted heavily while he kissed your shoulder, your spine, your lower back.

“I’m never going to recover,” he muttered. “Dinner’s going to be my own personal hell”

“We are not sitting next to each other,” you said, the words coming out dreamier than you intended.

“Fair. I’ll sit across. That way I can stare.”

You threw a wet sponge at him.

You eventually emerged, faces suspiciously flushed and hair semi-dry from frantic towel-rubbing. Charles had made it downstairs first, suspiciously fresh in his white linen shirt, greeting everyone like he hadn’t just rearranged your insides ten minutes ago.

You followed five minutes later, slipping into your seat with a tight smile and an overcompensating, “Sorry! Took forever finding my moisturizer.”

The table was full, sun-kissed faces, salt-rimmed glasses, and someone already yelling at Pierre for double-dipping his bread.

But the stares were undeniable.

Carlos raised a brow at your still-wet hair. “So the outdoor shower’s working now?”

You blinked. “Oh. Um. Yeah.”

“The water pressure sucks,” added Pierre.

“I survived,”

Fred saved you from further probing, arriving later than the pair of you, fresh from a work call and muttering apologies as he sat at the head of the table. “Hope you’ve all behaved without me.”

There was a chorus of yeses and too-late giggles. Someone slid him a plate. Conversation picked up again.

You, trying to be normal, passed the wine carafe.

Charles, trying harder to be normal, visibly stiffened.

He’d been charming all evening, laughing at jokes, clinking glasses, talking tire degradation with Lando, but the second Fred sat down, something shifted. He went rigid. Avoided eye contact like it was a death sentence.

You watched him from across the table with quiet glee.

Fred, of course, noticed nothing. Or at least pretended not to. He glanced at Charles mid-conversation and said, “You alright fils? You’ve gone quiet.”

Charles choked on a bite of shrimp. “Oui. Oui, très bien. Just thinking. About-um. Strategy.”

Your foot kicked his under the table.

“Strategy?” you echoed, voice innocently amused as you sipped your wine.

Charles shot you a warning look.

“Yes,” he said flatly, not looking directly at you. “Hard compounds.”

Kika, across the table, burst out laughing into her drink.

Fred raised a brow but let it slide, engaging in hushed conversation with your grandmother.

Once you were sure your friends were engaged enough not to notice, you leaned over the table, pretending to reach for the salad and whispered to him, voice smug, “You just said ‘hard’ in front of my grandfather.”

“Stop,” Charles muttered, flushing. “I’m already dying.”

“I think you’ll live.”

“Barely.”

He finally looked at you, eyes narrow, cheeks red-and that’s when Fred turned to him again, barely sparing you a glance as you returned to your seat, salad bowl in hand.

“Charles, you alright?” he asked, now frowning.

Charles flinched like he’d been caught mid-crime. “Yes. Very. Uh. Excuse me, I just need to… refill the water.”

“You’re holding a full glass.”

“I’m-parched.”

He stood abruptly, chair scraping, and beelined for the kitchen like a man in flight.

You turned back to your plate, biting your lip to keep from grinning.

Fred watched him go, then looked at you.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Sunstroke,” you replied easily, taking a sip of your wine. “He’s very delicate.”

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harianaswhore · 2 months ago

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NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

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rosie-posie1313 · 18 days ago

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Lando Norris pt. 2

06/02/2025

Part 1

⭒Social Media AUs⭒

⭒ FIND LANDO by @f1version

As a WAG, you are known for helping fans meet lando, so when a kid in full mclaren gear is in the paddock, you know what you must do.

⭒ you are my sunshine !!! by @love-belle

⭒ FRIENDS INTO LOVERS by @goldsainz

⭒ JUST MY LUCK by @myysaints

in which lando starts flirting with a (not-so-)random girl on the internet.

⭒ royal baby by @starkwlkr

⭒ celebration insta au by @hischierswhore

⭒Oneshots⭒

⭒ Love at 300 km/h by @jaslan4f1

You and Lando are close but neither of you tried being more than friends. What happens when you both finally realize that love is right infront of you?

⭒ Lets fall in love by @/jaslan4f1

You are deeply in love with Lando.

⭒ I don’t feel safe by @sainz-leclerc

after your friends drag you to a party you didn’t want to go to in the first place , you call Lando to come and get you

⭒ blushing papaya by @lxndonorris

as the daughter of a ferrari strategist, you're able to attend races. Thats when you developed a crush on Lando

⭒ chicken noodle soup by @silversainz

talking care of sick lando is like taking care of a sick kid

⭒ Avocado mask by @/silversainz

even though he doesn’t like it. you somehow convince lando to do an avocado mask with you

⭒ domestic bliss by @sainzfilm

⭒ First snowfall by @/sainzfilm

⭒ Ikea by @reqxxyt

⭒ Boyfriend! Lando Norris Headcanons by @honeybadger16

⭒ Serious by @httpiastri

you surprise lando on his birthday.

⭒ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ by @deltaromeo3

Good or bad, she was always there for him. But things between them changes once he starts to become rich and famous; but it’s not for the reason you think it is.

⭒ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ by @/deltaromeo3

do they really hate each other like they said they do?

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⭒ us and our cats !!! by @love-belle

in which he is streaming and being a simp simultaneously.

⭒ Sod’s Law by @dilemmaontwolegs

For some reason bad luck followed you everywhere but it did lead to something special happening.

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during spending time with your boyfriend on the beach, you decide to use his face to express art

⭒ — 𝗦𝗛𝗛𝗛 by @/dreamauri

⭒ Lando and Love In F1 masterlist by @housepartyprotocol

You are a Female F1 Ferrari driver, the daughter of Toto Wolff, and you and Lando like each other but won’t act on it till the other drivers intervene

⭒ Daddy, you won! By @jojojoy1

⭒ Jealous by @/jojojoy1

⭒ would it be a sin? By @lovelytsunoda

lando tries (and fails in the sweetest funniest of ways) to make his and y/n’s first night in their new house together a memorable experience

⭒ We love you too Mommy by @joelslegalwhre

You visit your parents with Lando and your baby daughter

⭒ Baby close the door… by @/joelslegalwhre

Lando and you had a song on your minds the whole day. When you hear him mumble-singing it on stream you can’t resist but join him.

⭒ That small thing by @unluckyhoneybee

⭒ Mini Norris. By @/unluckyhoneybee

⭒ Daddy, I want Mommy! By @spicyclover

Lando can sometimes have a hard time not being around as much as he wants to be.

⭒ Find me in the Future. By @fandomxs1

After a Break up you find yourself frightened as you find out you’re pregnant.

⭒ The Park by @the-offside-rule

Dad Lando doesn't know when women are flirting with him

⭒ One of a kind. Pt.2 by @fuzzylichu (Ricciardo!reader)

⭒ HIS LUCKY CHARM by @goldsainz

lando is disappointed you can’t make it to his home race, only to be surprised at the end.

⭒ “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨” by @hotmencore

Reader and Lando share a sweet moment on stream, that the fans absolutely crumble over.

⭒ BIGGEST SUPPORTER by @allywthsr

Lando finishes in P2 in silverstone and you guys celebrate

⭒ Paper Rings by @podiumackles

In which they allow themselves to become undone in each other’s touch, and enter a new phase of their relationship.

⭒ i can see you by @/hischierswhore

⭒ OF PODIUMS AND KISSES by @itsgxsly

⭒ Morning Kisses by @the-offside-rule

⭒ Not Like Me by @idkwhatimdoinghere1655

⭒ Homecoming by @userlando

⭒ look who’s staring now by @lipringlrh

your boyfriends so pretty whilst he sleeps, how could you not stare at him?

#lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris #ln4 #f1

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spellboundtales · 9 months ago

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FIC REC - the Wolverine

had to make this, because my obsession with this man is unbelievable

🩰 hurt/comfort

🧸Fluff

🦋angst

🌺smut

🩰🧸🌺This is Ours by @d1stalker || reader spends the summer at her grandparent's farm but they hired a new farmhand: Logan. slowburn and feelings arise!! when i tell you this was one of my fav fics EVER.....

🧸a little redecorating by @halohalona || reader in the middle of the night decides to rearrange the living room, Logan helps her. very domesticc and fluffy, this melt my heart

🩰🧸say yes to heaven by @happy74827 || Grumpy!Logan x Sunshsine!Reader OMG when i tell you I CRIED AND MY HEART WAS HEALED reading this....

🩰🧸🌺ice breaker by @happy74827 || Logan saves reader's life, the aftermath results in a lot of feelings and...getting really warm. I ADORED THIS

🩰🧸snapdragons mean i'm sorry by @thebestandworstdayofjune || reader owns a flowershop and is friend with Wade and Logan, everything's great until reader hears Logan saying something...

🌺GUILTY PLEASURE by @joelsgoldrush || bartender!reader meets worst!Logan. guys when i tell you this is amazing...

🦋🩰🌺GIVE ME THE FIRST TASTE BY @joelsgoldrush || sequel to Guilty pleasure, just perfect.

🩰🌺Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by @imaginedisish || Logan's alwaye being friendly with reader...maybe there's more than some friendly gestures...?

🩰Breathless by @i5uckersblog || Reader has a sudden health scare and Logan is there to help. I LOVED THIS

🧸the kids waking you up in the morning by @fandomxo00 || this healed me.

🧸holding hands with Logan by @ohtobeleah || this is so short and sweet, i cried

🧸this headcanon by @witchyy-kittyy ||it's just pure fluff with a bf!Logan

🧸pretty in pink by @starkwlkr || so sweet dad!Logan for his daughter's birthday party. guess what? i cried reading this

🧸it's a gift (you keep those) by @celestiamour ||giving Logan a plushie that reminds you of him. THIS IS SO SWEET DRDXCFGVBHJG

🩰🧸Logan meeting reader's parents by @boltwrites || Logan meets reader's parents...what will happen?

🧸just the two of us by @starkwlkr || some domestic Logan, very sweet

🌺Inside Out by @@imaginedisish || post intense battle with Logan...this had me on my knees

🌺Lover, you should've come over by @imaginedisish || pining after Logan with the convinction he's obsessed with Jean..or maybe he's not?

🩰🧸🌺Time After Time by @hyper-fixates || 4 times reader is in Logan's bed plus 1 time he finally goes for it

🌺What's That Smell? by @slushycoookie || Wade meddling with Reader and Logan's sexual life..also wade gifting reader Pheromone Perfume and Logan losing it

🌺Honey - Honey II - Honey III by @bpmiranda || Sunshine!readerr with smalla town reclusse!Logan...omg this short series had me squeaking and giggling...toe curling smut.

🦋🩰🌺Keep Up! by @iggyywrites || neighbour!Reader is friend with Wade... with a huge crush on Logan. this is a rollercoaster of emotions i sweare i loved every single word. also the wade's characterization? chef kiss

🌺older by @lostalioth || reader calls Logan old, and he's determined to show her he's not

🦋🩰🌺from eden by @eupheme || old man logan x mutant!reader...this is just...perfect. read it.

🦋🩰🌺never is a promise by @joelsgoldrush || old man logan x charles' caretaker reader. slow burn, misunderstadings, smut...OMYGOD THIS!!!

🌺the Devil and I by @mystra-midnight || this is an hymn to smut.

🩰🧸taste by @poorly-written-fiction || ex boyfriend logan??? he's with jean but his kisses taste like...you... GOD THIS!!

🧸Magnetic by @reddesires || does magnets stick on Wolverine? let's find out! this is so funny i swear-

🌺burning slow by @eupheme || this is a logan x inexperienced reader this is so sweet, i need him now.

🩰🌺loving him was never enough by @wyniepooh || cagefighter!Logan? sign me up.

🩰🌺shouldn't have by @atrwriting || reader has a really shitty boyfriend, thank god Logan saves the day (in more ways than one)

🩰second nature by @d1stalker || reader is saved by Logan who then takes her in. feelings arise, but so will misunderstandings.

🧸Suspension Bridge Effect by @d1stalker || reader saves another mutant who now is in love with her...Logan is slightly jealous

🌺Marks by @bpmiranda || reader is running away from Sabertooth, and Logan helps her out... the smut here....chills

🩰🌺sweet like honey by @bruhstories || baker reader and Logan saving her...he likes to go to his favorite bar that happens to be across reader's bakery

alright lovelies, my wolverine's obssession is not over so i'll prob update thisss (also i still need to read some Old Man Logan fics.. soo i'll keep you update)

have a loooovely day, week, month, year💐🌷

kisses😽😽😽

#x reader #fanfic #fic rec #marvel x reader #old man logan x reader #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #wolverine #deadpool and wolverine #hugh jackman #xmen wolverine #james howlett #wolverine xmen #the wolverine #logan

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aviscarrentals · 1 year ago

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some george russell fic recs to binge for my fellow pr63 girlies

blurb/one-shot ♡ series ✩ smau ✧ fluff ୨୧ angst ❈ contains mature content ୭

♡୨୧ give it a year (by @works-of-fanfiction)

✧୨୧ some guy (by @f1version) george x mercedes employee!reader

♡୨୧ set up (by @illicitlimerence-writes) george x driver!reader

♡୨୧ ironic (by @lovelytsunoda) george x fiancee/wife!reader

✧୨୧ get on with the show (by @verstarppen) george x camera operator!reader

✧୨୧ two wheels (by @ladcedes) george x biker!reader

✩୨୧❈୭ a helping hand (by @norrussell) george x childhood bff!reader (it's almost entirely porn LMAO but it's good porn 🤞)

✧୨୧ juniper's dad (by @thatsdemko) george x albon!reader

✧୨୧ old money (by @cutielando)

✧୨୧ rockstar's boyfriend (by @zemradheshpirt) george x rockstar!reader

✧୨୧ dad approved (by @starkwlkr) george x murphy!reader (ft. my fav dilf!)

✧୨୧ girls like me (by @lenoraah) george x heiress!reader

✧୨୧ princess george? (by @starkwlkr) george x disney actress!reader

✧୨୧ and i love her (by @starkwlkr) george x mccartney!reader

✧୨୧ no. 1 fan (by @princepiastri)

✧୨୧ lover (by @princepiastri)

♡✧୨୧ oh so dramatic! (by @duhyork) george x insta crush!reader

♡୨୧ how oblivious, charles! (by @russellsppttemplates) george x leclerc!reader

♡୨୧ kiss her you fool (by @lovings4turn) george x crush!reader

✧୨୧ instagram au (by @lxclerc)

✧୨୧ rainy days in london ( by @libraryofloveletters)

♡୨୧ 3 times toto was oblivious + the 1 time he was surprised (by @itsfeckinwimdy) george x teammate!reader

♡୨୧ i think he knows (by @thatsdemko) george x wolff!reader

♡୨୧ the great christmas light fight (by @lovelytsunoda) newlywed!george x reader (this one's so fucking funny 😭)

♡୨୧ 18 (by @cstads-blog) george x norris!reader

#f1 #formula 1 #george russell #mercedes #george russell x reader #f1 x reader #george russell imagine #f1 imagine #george russell fanfic #f1 fanfic #george russell fic #f1 fic #george russell x you #f1 x you

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poetsblvd · 2 years ago

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fic recs ﹐ ( charles leclerc x reader )

— key . fluff (❀) angst (✿) smau (❁) mature (❃) —

leclercs type (❀) @thebearchives

always, evermore, even after and still (❁) @love-belle

it’s never over (❀) (❃) @leclsrc

fix what has been broken (❁) @lorarri

you’ll change your name, or change your mind (✿) @monzabee

heartbreak on tour series (❁) @twobluejeans

right timing (✿) (❀) @moneymasnn

baby leclerc series (❀) @starkwlkr

lightning mclover (❀) @f1version

10 seconds (❀) @lxclerc

itch (❃) @monzamash

this is what it feels like (❁) @love-belle

sweet pea (❀) @leclsrc

delicate series (✿) (❀) (❁) @redclercs

north star series (✿) (❀) @harley-sunday

amour rose (❁) @cartierre

cherry tomato (❀) @xxblairexxss

to live for the hope of it all (❁) @pierregazly

una noche en monaco (✿) (❀) (❃) @charlesswife

sparks (❀) @writingstoraes

a house, a home (✿) @vetteltea

saw your mom at the grocery store (❁) @love-belle

it’s called love (❀) (✿) @racinggirl

honeymoon (❃) @lecsainz

what would you say (if i told you i loved you) (❁) @cieloclercs

what could’ve been (✿) @norrisleclercf1

pardesi girl (❁) @fleetwooods

i’d never walk cornelia street again (❁) @love-belle

night tea and tears (❀) (✿) @httpiastri

the seasons of love series (❀) (✿) (❃) @formulaforza

pretty visitors (❀) @strawberrysainz

still writing pages (✿) @leclercsbunny

royal series (❁) @maryleclerc

lonely call (✿) @lxclerc

for sentimental reasons (❀) (✿) (❃) @deadaydreams

the delicate series (❀) (✿) @fleetwooods

when it rains it pours (✿) @silverszobo

you gotta move, or move on (✿) @formulaforza

thirsty thoughts (❃) (❁) @lorarri

you’re losing me (✿) @oconso

why we broke up (✿) @charlesluvr

shoulder to lean on (✿) (❀) @silverszobo

ma moitié (❀) (✿) @thebearchives

the winner takes it all series (✿) @silverstonesainz

stories old and true (❀) (❃) @cherry-leclerc

i have forgotten (✿) (❃) @cherry-leclerc

lily’s notes , if i studied for half the time i spent on tumblr i’d be a genius. but this is more fun and i slowly find myself tumbling down the tumblr black hole and re-experiencing my old fav fics that i’ve stumbled across again , and omg wow im having so much fun making fic recs so expect a lot more !! so this is the charles rec list aka the current f1 poster boy , max rec list next !! thank you to all the amazing writers for pushing their hard work onto these masterpieces mwah xx

#౨ৎ my recs #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fic recs #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x y/n

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luvellx · 2 years ago

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fic recs , 16 | charles leclerc !

deep dive by @charlesluvr

back at it again by @libraryofloveletters

ties that bind by @pucksandpower

by @charles-eclair16

⤷ one man warrior

⤷ favourite gift

because i liked a boy by @folkloresthings

by @astonmartinii

⤷ cat mom

⤷ friendship bracelets

⤷ tight knit

let me be your armour by @chrisevansonly

safety first by @starkwlkr

by @f1version

⤷ lightning mclover

⤷ the slip up

my flower by @piastri-lover

dancing in the rain by @thef1diary

i'll be back before 10 by @xxblairexxss

cooking with charles by @i9messi

saturday morning by @lecsainz

we keep this love in a photograph by @taurussbabe

✎ella's note !

hey guys! here are a bunch of charles fic recs that i really love hope this helps! and a huge thank you to all the author's for making these masterpieces! that's all thx for reading! muah<33

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goldsainz · 7 months ago

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# EVENTS — 4K CELEBRATION !

001. NOTE !

✯ it feels surreal that 4k people are following me, and i cannot begin how grateful i am that this silly hobby i have has lead to people following me. it’s crazy, that’s all i can say, it’s crazy. even if i had one single person following me, i still wouldn’t believe it. thank you so so much, my heart is full 🥹🤎

002. CHARACTER LIST !

✯ f1 : carlos sainz, charles leclerc, franco colapinto, lewis hamilton, max verstappen, oscar piastri

✯ outer banks : rafe cameron, jj maybank, pope heyward, john b routledge.

schedule : november 12th to november 26th

✦ capuccino

ingredients : get to know me! ask me about my favourite books, movies, tv shows, or just gossip with me!

✦ espresso

summary : fmk, would you rather, top 5, etc. common tumblr games.

✦ latte

ingredients : send me a character + a concept (example: carlos sainz + summer vacation) and i'll make a small playlist.

✦ mocha

ingredients : send me a character + a concept (example: rafe cameron + best friends to lovers) and I'll make a moodboard for it.

NAVIGATION !

mutuals taglist : @afterglowsainz @astonmartingf @beiasluv @cl6teen @curiousthyme @covenists @chaostudee @dumbseee @dolene @dreamauri @eichgoal @edwardslvrr @folkloresthings @formulaforza @f1version @finelinevogue @gucciwins @holllandtrash @httpiastri @harrysfolklore @isaadore @itaipava @londonharry @lxnceclercs @lorarri @lovings4turn @landitolover @maxivstappen @maxtermind @maplesyrupsainz @monzabee @monzamash @nostappen @norrisleclercf1 @percervall @pastryfication @poetsblvd @pierregazly @planetpiastri @redclercs @starkwlkr @spiderbeam @silversainz @saintslewis @thatsdemko @thisismeracing @userlando @vinvantae @vetteltea @viennakarma (sorry if i missed any!)

#✿ೃ° *· events !#❁ཻུ۪۪ ¨*:· 4k celebration !#f1 x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #franco colapinto x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #max verstappen x reader #oscar piastri x reader #outer banks x reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank x reader #pope heyward x reader #john b routledge

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piasargeant · 7 months ago

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LOGAN SARGEANT (2) 🦅

⭐️ = my favs

SOME CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

Chasing Cars (ft. Oscar Piastri) - kissedsuns

Its hard.. and I hate this part - pastryfiction

Actress - coco-loco-nut

Switch Up - sunrizef1

Daddy the Hero - fastandcarlos

Under the Mistletoe - amaranthineghost

Wedding - vivwritesfics

Sunburn - yauchfilms ⭐️

Tie the knot - be4chywritez

This your man? - formulafics

I can take it - merchelsea

Helmet - fxrmuladaydreams

Hotter than the Miami sun - miusvault

American Idiot - coff33andb00ks ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Meeting the family - pastryfication

Tickling kisses - pastryfication

Where he belongs - foreveralbon

College - vivwritesfics

Points - vivwritesfics

American Jesus - weekend-ogoc

34 + 35 - turcott3 ⭐️⭐️

Unpacking - lightsoutletsgo

My boy - lewisvinga

I have a name - f1boistrash

For the best - pucksandpower

Married? He's like 12 - serpenttines

Pick of the crop - astonmartinii

9 to 5 - lovelytsunoda

Do-over - pucksandpower ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Saved his life - liitlegrapejuice

Finish line - dilemmaontwolegs

Mrs. Vettels anger(platonic) - vivwritesfics

Sticky sugar taste - fernandopiastri28

Home is where the heart is - everythingne

Behind open doors - verstarppen

Texan egg hunt - verstarppen

Red, white, and williams blue - nathaslosthershit

Some bad, but a whole lot of good - nathaslosthershit

The scaredy cat support group - lovelytsunoda

Stupid in love - natlovesls2

Worst case kid - immoral-stranger ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Injury causer - no-144444

A run of birthdays - sof1shticated (pt. 2)

Birthday birthday - vivwritesfics

April fools - vivwritesfics

Mr all american - formulafics

Lesbian? - bad268 ⭐️

You're my love - starkwlkr

Boobs - sinofwriting

I know you - maxclarens

Baby blue - sunrizef1 ⭐️

Who's maddie? - everythingne

Are they together?? - fangirl-dot-com

Can't have a good thing - captainreecejames

Shes everything, he's just logan - verstarppen

Girl back home - sunrizef1

My American lover - amaranthineghost

Nightmare - inevesgf

Lovers in denial - no-144444

Cookies - theonottsbxtch ⭐️⭐️

A case of the cuddle bug - astonmartinii

Girl dad - norrisainz

No saving you - maplesyrupsainz

You want me to? - maplesyrupsainz

I like shiny things - maplesyrupsainz

The piastri twins - vivwritesfics

Fire me - planetpiastri

Party in the USA - lewisvinga

My american boy - lewisvinga

Summer in the 305 - dilemmaontwolegs ⭐️

Sandy Christmas - uluvjay

Back in his arms - foreveralbon

Paddock surprises - fastandcarlos

Mystery man - housepartyprotocol

Touchdown - coco-loco-nut

The crash - merchelsea

I've missed you miami - iamred-iamyellow

Halloween party - interruptedtrance

Thanksgiving in the 305 - dilemmaontwolegs ⭐️

Back hugs - forzalando

Seriously? - forzalando

Blondie - everythingne ⭐️

Love in 3D - lokideservesahug ⭐️

Indycar babes - housepartyprotocol

Confidence - theonottsbxtch

The truth in pretending - sunrizef1

Eternal - n0vazsq

Rewind time - swingandadrive

Early sessions - trashytracktales

Land of the free - 5sospenguinqueen

Gross - maxlarens ⭐️

Sorry - maxlarens

Big reputation - sunrizef1

In plain sight - loveclerc

Next adventure - tsunomenon

#ls2 #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x reader #formula one #formula 1 #fuck james vowles #logan sargeant

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baddestbittyontheblock · 1 year ago

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lewis hamilton fic recs

✦ dividers by @graphicstorage, @chilumitos, @baexywth ✦

₊˚⊹ ᰔ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the lewis hamilton fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each incredible writer!! ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ

₊˚⊹ ᰔ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ if you’d like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 the hamilton girls by @starkwlkr dad!lewis hamilton x reader | fluff

-lewis hamilton was many things. a formula 1 driver, a seven time world champion, an idol, an inspiration to many young kids, but most of all, he was a husband and father to three girls. his family was everything to him. He enjoyed being a dad to his three precious gir

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 you'll be fine by ^ dad!lewis x reader | fluff

-the hamilton family had finally made it to australia.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 in my life (i love you more) by @viennakarma lewis hamilton x fem!reader | established relationship, ex-wife reader, reader is an architect, cheating, smut, pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy sex, fingering and oral sex, lactation kink (briefly), chilbirth (not descriptive), lots of fluff, open ending, happy ending, 8.3k

-navigating pregnancy is an adventure on its own, but doing it with your recently divorced ex-husband is on a whole new level. but maybe it's the perfect opportunity to find your kinship once again.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 say something (i'm giving up on you) by ^ lewis hamilton x fem!reader | established relationship, wife reader, reader is an architect, cheating, smut, mild somnophilia, mentions of pregnancy and children, very very angsty, no hea

-your husband tells you the truth about vegas, and it makes your perfect sandcastle crumble.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 wanna have your baby by @tomorrcwz lewis hamilton x reader | smut (+18), breeding kink, condoms have no need here but pls use them irl!!, also romantic

-he's lost in his feelings and lost in the desire to make a baby with you, his darling woman

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 let me answer by ^ lewis hamilton x reader | smut, sir kink, description of a female body, answering the phone during sex, piv, riding, possessiveness

-the possessiveness comes to the light when your ex won't stop calling you during sex

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 the best trophy by @lewisvinga lewis hamilton x fem!reader | mentions of sex, cursing

-as much as lewis loved his and y/n’s fwb , he couldn’t help but want more. all it took was one grand moment for him to finally reveal his feelings

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 west coast by ^ lewis hamilton x fem!reader | mentions of drinking

-y/n leaves lewis due to the feeling of being held back from consistently traveling to his races, only to realize how much she missed him.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 around the world by ^ lewis hamilton x fem! reader | fluff, 0.8k

-influencer y/n decides to do the trend of showing off her outfits with lewis as they traveled around the world.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 end of the road by @dilemmaontwolegs lewis hamilton x wife!reader | 18+ only, pregnancy, angst, fluff, 2.9k

-when you and your husband both have a surprise to share you find your plans for the future clashing

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 rosso corsa by @pucksandpower lewis hamilton x leclerc!reader | 18+ content

-lewis hamilton has been called the GOAT by many … after he becomes your brother’s new teammate, you learn firsthand that being the greatest of all time extends to quite a few other aspects of his life as well

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 what you do to me by @monzabee lewis hamilton x fwb!reader | angst, feelings, friends with benefits relationship, smut!, slight choking, unprotected sex (wrap your willy, don’t be silly!), slight manhandling?, pwp, minors dni!!, 3.4k

-the one where lewis returns home to you – the one thing he desperately wants, but won't let himself have completely.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cuff it by @hopefulromantic1 lewis hamilton x reader | smut (18+), 3.5K

-lewis never wants to give up control but y/n is persistent in her request for a chance to take charge in the bedroom.

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-the one where coachella has both you and lewis high on each other.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 baby, can you call me back? i miss you... its so lonely in our mansion by @cheriladycl01 lewis hamilton x model!reader | age gap, established relationship, smut (consisting off unprotected sex, fingering, p In v etc.) minors do not interact 18+

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 pink and blue by @neymarsangel lewis hamilton x reader | smut, fluff, pregnancy, swearing, wrap it before you tap it girlies…

-both lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 she's here and she's ours by @pickingupmymercedes lewis hamilton x reader | pure fluff, +1k

-sequel she's here and she's not only ours (+1k)

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-the one where you catch Lewis watching Bluey without the kids.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 "whispered hearts" by @forfucksakesniall lewis hamilton x reader | media scrutiny, privacy invasion, public attention, and intense emotions including anxiety and stress. Reader discretion is advised, 1.5k

-lewis hamilton has a secret girlfriend. during the monaco grand prix, their relationship is revealed to the public, but they remain strong and support each other.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 blooming bond by @sebscore lewis hamilton x fem!reader | reference to his iconic 'imagine' tweet, talk about having kids, talk of not wanting an unpresent father, swearing

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 dog's best friend by @leclercdreams lewis hamilton x wife!reader | fluff, mentions of pregnancy and birth, 1.05k

-roscoe meeting your child for the first time and him being really protective

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-lewis has grown softer, more domestic and slighty more protective of you since knowing you're having a baby, and you're absolutely loving it whenever you shower together or travel to races.

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-An old friend finds his way to your front door and no matter how much you try to get rid of him, you can’t.

#f1 #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #fic recs #fic rec

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charles-leclerizz · 2 days ago

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touch first, talk later

on the runway : max verstappen x fem!reader

inspiration ( warnings ) : smut !! (f + m receiving oral), jealousy, unresolved feelings, possessive energy, ex situationship, bathroom scene,

VIP's in the front row ( taglist ) : MUTUALS GET INSTANT TAGS [@vroomvroomcircuit, @disneyprincemuke, @verstappen-cult, @starkwlkr, @sailing-with-100-ships, @foreveralbon, @ksthegreat]

before the show begins ( synopsis ) :

You left because he never wanted to go public. He just didn’t realise he did, until after you were gone. And now you’re at the same party again. Talking to someone else. And Max is staring like he’s ready to burn it all down.

designer notes : so. apparently I can churn these baby's out at record pace, just know- im sleep deprived. anyhoo, love yall, dont read too fast <33 and wear your seatbelts

The party swirls around you like a golden haze-soft laughter dripping from lacquered lips, heels clicking rhythmically against marble floors, and the murmur of voices blending into a steady hum beneath the bass-heavy music. You feel the warmth of champagne pooling at the bottom of your glass, the sharp bite of citrus lingering on your tongue. The air is thick with expensive perfume and the faint, sharp tang of adrenaline, the kind that always clings to race weekends like a second skin.

You drift through the crowd, a practiced smile in place, a flicker of fake amusement in your eyes when you exchange polite words with familiar faces. Here, everyone is performing- pretending the world outside these sparkling walls doesn’t exist or at least doesn’t matter tonight

Then you see him.

Max.

Across the room, leaning casually against the bar, dark eyes cutting through the noise with a focus so intense it feels almost physical. It’s impossible to look away. It’s like the noise around you dims, just for a moment, narrowed down to that stare.

It’s been months since you left, that night when everything between you unravelled, when you walked away because he wouldn’t say the words you needed, but it feels like no time has passed at all.

You turn your head away, pretending to focus on the conversation at your side, but you know the weight of his stare follows you-unrelenting, accusing, hungry. Your breath catches, heart skipping a beat you don’t want to admit

It’s the weight of his stare, that subtle prickle at the nape of your neck that never quite fades when Max is in the same room. You’d hoped the distance would kill it. That after all this time, he wouldn’t still have this kind of hold on you.

But there he is. Dressed in black, drink untouched in one hand. And you?

You’re smiling at someone else.

The guy - what’s his name, Liam? Lucas? - is charming enough. Handsome in that easy, polished way that doesn't set your nerves on fire. He’s been talking for five minutes straight about his classic car collection. You nod, let him touch your arm, laugh when it’s expected.

But you’re not really listening.

You’re too aware of Max across the room. Of the way his jaw tenses when the guy leans in. Of the way he hasn’t spoken to anyone else. Of the fact that he’s still watching you - shamelessly, openly, like the entire world could burn down and he wouldn’t blink.

The music is loud. The room is full. But none of it seems to matter when he starts walking toward you.

“Hey.”

His voice slices right through the conversation like glass.

You blink. “Hi.”

Lucas-or-Liam frowns. “You two know each other?”

Max doesn’t answer him. Doesn’t even look in his direction. Just says, “We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t,” you say as civil as you could muster.

Max’s nostrils flare. “We do.”

“I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

He glances down at your arm where the other man’s fingers rest too casually. His voice drops. “Didn’t realize you liked posers.”

Lucas-or-Liam looks somewhere between confused and irritated.

“Max.” Your tone sharpens, but he’s already looking at you again, blue eyes locked in on your contemplative expression.

You sigh and turn to Lucas, placing a gentle hand on his forearm. “Give me a minute?”

The man looks confused, but nods. Max is already pulling you away before you finish thanking him.

Before you can regret your decision, Max’s hand tightens on your wrist, firm but not cruel, and he starts dragging you through the crowd. The noise fades behind you, a muffled roar compared to the sudden sharpness of his presence beside you.

You follow, breath shallow, heels clicking against polished floors. He weaves you through bodies and laughter and flashing lights like they barely register past his determined pathway.

Then the bathroom door swings open, and he pulls you inside. The bathroom is glossy and dim, smelling of some fancy cologne and warm wood. He shuts the door behind you and leans against it like he needs to catch his breath.

You stand by the counter, tapping your foot.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” you say finally, breaking the silence

“Why did you leave?”

Your throat tightens. “Because you never wanted to—”

“Don’t,” barely moving, simply shifting his head to look at you, “Don’t say that. I did want to. I just didn’t know how to say it. Or when.”

You search his eyes, looking for the man you thought, knew, you lost. “But you never showed it. Not when it mattered.”

Max steps forward. Just once, “I wanted to go public. You just left before I could figure out how to say it.”

Your brows knit. “You think I waited for nothing?”

“No,” he says. “I think I fucked up. And I want to fix it.”

You stare at him, every cell in your body buzzing. “Say that again.”

“I want to fix it,” he repeats, gentler this time. “You were never just casual. You were never a secret I wanted to keep.”

Your breath catches, and the anger you’ve been holding for months, twists and knits into something rawer. “Then why did you let me go?”

Max’s jaw tightens. And he treads closer, his feet heavy, magnetised to the bathroom floor. "Because I thought you didn’t want to wait for me to figure it out.”

You shake your head, the weight of months in that tiny space suffocating once he reached you, sharing each other's air. “I left because you wouldn’t fight for me.”

He cups your face, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “I’m fighting now.”

The distance vanishes in an instant, heat crashing between you. His lips find yours-urgent, claiming, desperate-and you give in to the flood of everything you’ve been holding back.

Your back digs into the counter, hard wood punishing through thin fabric, and his hands are already on your waist, fingers splayed like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you all over again.

You kiss him like you’re trying to punish him.

It’s teeth, heat, months of unspoken things.

His hands are in your hair, your thighs, lifting you onto the counter like he never stopped memorizing how to touch you. The kiss is messy and bruising and so full of everything he never said that it feels like drowning.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your mouth. “I missed you.”

“You didn’t act like it.”

“I know.” He groans, trailing kisses down your throat. “Let me make it up to you.”

He sinks to his knees like he’s not even thinking, like gravity just drags him there. His hands push your thighs apart with a roughness that makes your head spin, makes the ache between your legs throb harder.

“You think I forgot how to touch you?” he mutters against your knee, hands sliding beneath your dress. “You think I don’t still dream about this?”

Your breath hitches when his fingers brush against the edge of your panties. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Max.”

His eyes snap up, dark and blazing. “I mean every fucking word.”

“You’re not going back out there,” he says, voice low, almost hoarse. “Not with him. Not like this.”

You grip the edge of the counter, palms pressing flat against the wood. “And if I was never yours to begin with?”

Max doesn’t even flinch. “You were. You still are.”

And then his mouth is on you. Through the lace first, dragging a slow, wet stripe with his tongue, teasing the fabric just to feel your hips jerk. Then he pulls your panties to the side, and you forget every damn reason you had for staying away.

He eats you out like he’s starving, like it’s punishment for leaving and apology all at once. Like he wants to ruin you for anyone else.

“Oh fuck, Max-”

He groans against you, hands gripping your thighs tighter as your back arches. His tongue works you over with practiced precision - licking, sucking, flicking the spot he knows makes you come undone. He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t let you breathe. Every time you try to close your legs, he just pushes them wider.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, lips slick, voice smug and dark. “You missed this too, didn’t you?”

You hate how much you nod. How honest your body is when your mouth won’t speak.

And when you come, it’s sudden and sharp - the kind of orgasm that rips through you and leaves you gasping, trembling, eyes squeezed shut as your fingers twist in his hair.

He doesn’t stop until you push at his shoulders, breathless and overwhelmed.

When he stands again, his mouth is shiny with you, his lips swollen, and his eyes impossibly soft beneath the storm.

“Say it,” he whispers, fingertips stroking your jaw.

Your voice is barely there. Your nails barely dragging against his jaw, “I still want you.”

He leans in close, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I never stopped.”

The air between you feels thick now, buzzing with what just happened - your body still humming, your breathing uneven. Max hasn’t moved far. His hands rest on either side of your hips, grounding you, his forehead still pressed to yours like he’s afraid if he steps back, you’ll disappear again.

You study him in the mirror behind him. Hair tousled. Lips bitten raw. That rare softness in his eyes - the one he always tried to hide when things got too real.

“You, okay?” he asks, voice low and almost shy now. It’s strange, how quickly the fight melted into this. Into something quieter.

You nod, brushing a strand of hair from his brow. “You look wrecked.”

He huffs a breath, half-laugh, half-sigh. “You just ruined me. So… yeah.”

A beat of silence passes. You reach down, fingers trailing the waistband of his trousers.

His breath stutters. You loop your knuckles into his belt loops, spinning around until he's in your position.

“Let me,” you whisper.

He doesn’t stop you - just watches, swallowing hard, like he can’t believe it’s happening. His knuckles go white on the counter when you drop to your knees, slow and deliberate, right where he’d just been moments ago.

Your hands work his belt open, your movements gentle. Intimate. You feel him twitch in your palm, already hard and aching.

“You always looked at me like this,” you murmur, kissing along his length, teasing him the way he teased you earlier. “But you never said anything.”

“I was a coward,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as your lips close around him.

He’s warm and heavy on your tongue, and the sound he makes, sharp and broken, makes you want to stay down here forever. You take him slow at first, just letting him feel it, letting you feel it, your fingers curling around the base as your mouth works him over.

“Fuck,” he groans, hand sliding into your hair. Not pulling. Just holding. Like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he lets go.

You glance up at him, eyes meeting his, and he stares like you’ve undone him completely. No ego. No bravado. Just Max, real and flushed and yours, even if only in this moment.

You hollow your cheeks, letting him slide deeper, moaning softly around him until his hips twitch and his hand tightens just slightly.

“Stop,” he rasps, breath hitching. “I’m gonna- ”

You don’t. You want this. You want to make him fall apart, just like he did to you.

And when he comes, it’s with a low groan and your name, broken in half across his tongue. His head tips back, eyes shut, chest rising and falling like he’s been sprinting. You swallow everything, hands smoothing over his thighs as he trembles just slightly.

When you finally stand again, he pulls you into his chest without a word, arms tight around you. There’s no party outside the door. No months of silence. Just this.

Just him.

Just you.

“You’re not leaving again,” he murmurs against your hair.

You don’t answer. Not yet.

But you don’t pull away either. You stay there, tucked into his chest and hold him tighter, re-learning every indent of his heartbeat and every undulation of his breath.

The hallway feels louder than before.

You step out first, fixing your dress, smoothing your hair. Max follows close behind, his hand brushing your back in a way that would feel casual if it weren’t him. If you weren’t both still vibrating with what just happened.

You reach the edge of the room. The party is still in full swing - bodies dancing, glasses clinking, music pulsing. The guy from earlier spots you.

“There you are,” he says, half-smile curling at the ends. “Thought I lost you.”

Max stiffens behind you, but you rest a hand on his wrist. Subtle. Calming.

You offer the guy a polite smile. “Just needed a minute.”

His eyes flick to Max, and then down to where your hand touches his.

He gets it.

He nods once, then turns away.

You exhale.

Max leans in, voice barely above the music. “So… that was new.”

You glance at him, amused. “The bathroom thing? Thought we did that one ages ago”

He rolls his eyes and snakes his hand around your waist, bending down to press his mouth to your ear, “The part where you held my hand in public.”

You roll your eyes, but your fingers find his against your body. “Don’t get cocky.”

He grins - that same crooked, boyish thing that always cracked your resolve, always kept you in bed with him an hour later. “Too late.”

A pause. He tilts his head. “Want to get out of here?”

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harianaswhore · 5 months ago

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⟡ ₒₜₕₑᵣ dᵣᵢᵥₑᵣₛ ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ ᶠ¹ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱᵈ ⟡

missing piece (a) - @katebishopsbow

grid kids (series, sebastian vettel and grid) - @pucksandpower

birthday wishes (max is the bf but focused on everyone) (smau) - @mclqren

points have been made (lestappen x reader) - @sinofwriting

birthday wishes (charles is the bf but focused on everyone) (smau) - @astonmartinii

other side of the moon (^)

heartbreak syndrome (mostly the grid but ex!max and eventual lewis) - @h4m1lt0ns

the grid's delight (series) - @sebscore

— ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ/ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ⟡

makeup shopping with the boys (f) - @verstappen-cult

getting caught making out with the boys (sexual references) (^)

boys reacting to being called pretty (mostly f) - @ln444

"where they would like to kiss you" (f) - @itsvelyria

f1 drivers and their favorite types of hugs (f) - @mirohlayo

ass or tits (s) - @youaresimplylovely

"what did you just call me" (f) - @23victoria

“i love you” (f) (^)

he takes care of you on your period (f) - @fastandcarlos

when f1 drivers dirty text you (and you pretend your dad answers) (s) - @maxtermind

fuckbuddy!f1 drivers getting jealous (f,a,s) (^)

f1 drivers reacting to the hickeys they left on you (s) (^)

putting f1!drivers on a sex ban (s) (^)

accidently telling your f1!boyfriend you think he likes someone else (a) (^)

blind girl (f, suggestive) - @hamilando

unbreakable (a) - @amberjazmyn

how the f1 drivers would kiss you (f, suggestive) - @uluvjay

bereals with your f1 bf - @lilasamaaa

f1 boys and their moments of quiet admiration for you (f) - @itaipava

tease (s) - @hugleclerc

cheating two (^)

f175 (^)

new year with your f1 boyfriend (f) - @jungwnies

scaring your f1 boyfriend (f) (^)

there's always a first for everything (suggestive, f) (^)

pranking the parents two (f) (^)

two string bathing suit (suggestive) (^)

nonsense christmas (f,s) - @pha55ed

you're jealous of a baby (f) - @verstappensrealwife

flowers (f) - @merchelsea

favorite days (f) - @moonlight-records

crush chaos (f,s) - @f1amour

let's get physical (s) (^)

love marks (s) - @tpwk-formula1

love language (f) - @yuramour

— ˡᵉʷⁱˢ ʰᵃᵐⁱˡᵗᵒⁿ ⟡

king of my heart (smau) - @cieloclercs

keys to the benz (smau, sexual innuendo) - @imnameimswrld

him being a simp for you (headcannon) - @itaipava

thick and thin (f,a)- @agendabymooner

lawyer up (smau) - @monzabee

war is over (tw: brocedes mention) (f) - @pucksandpower

lucky charm (smau) - @maplesyrupsainz

chapter 25 (smau) - @edwardslvrr

controversially young gf (f) - @dreamauri

— ᵈᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ ʳⁱᶜᶜᵃʳᵈᵒ ⟡

ultimate wing man (smau) - @astonmartinii

keep it private (smau) - @marlenesluv

forever kind of love (smau) - @chrisevansonly

my book worm (smau) - @lewisvinga

— ᵃʳᵗʰᵘʳ ˡᵉᶜˡᵉʳᶜ ⟡

kissing in the rain (f) - @thebearchives

forgiveness (f) - @starlost97

fan behavior (smau) - @lxclerc

it's you and me (smau) - @lecsainz

party girl two (smau) - @natailiatulls07

amour (smau) - @marlenesluv

happy tears (f) - @versairic

through the night (f,a) - @menteycorazoncito

matchmaking brothers - @5sospenguinqueen

red (f,a) - @lucy-literates

the bouquet (f) (^)

— ˢᵉᵇᵃˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵛᵉᵗᵗᵉˡ ⟡

just you wait sunshine (a) - @unsolvedjarin

helmet kisses (headcannons) - @forteafy

drink water, not alchol (f) - @sebscore

me and my husband (smau) - @starkwlkr

fever dream it's nothing new i wait for you (smau) (^)

cherry flavoured (rbr!seb my love) (f) (^)

miss honey (f) (^)

always an angel, never a god (!!!! EASTING DISORDER !!!) (a) (^)

come back to me (CRASH) (a)- @lucyrose191

about you (series, f)- @drvscarlett

merry christmas, please don't call (a) - @bestalbertcamuslover

— ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜᵒ ᶜᵒˡᵃᵖⁱⁿᵗᵒ ⟡

mi bonita (smau) - @harrysfolklore

nothing special (f,a) - @p1astr81

mi vida (smau) - @n0vazsq

getaway (f) - @mywritersmind

WAG in training (smau) - @5sospenguinqueen

el coqueto (f) - @theonottsbxtch

all of the boys you loved before (f,a) - @wcters

let's reconnect (smau) (^)

fan favorite (smau) - @menagerofmischief

gold rush (smau) - @afterglowsainz

challenge accepted (smau) - @hugleclerc

the secret's out (smau) - @goldsainz

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