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Give and Take (Kind of Love We Make) [Mini Verstappen Series]
Dad!Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader (Established Relationship)
Summary: Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.
Warning(s): 18+, Implied sexual content, okay maybe it's more than implied.
A/N: Thank you Anon for your request. I hope you like it! It's a little more than steamy but I couldn't help myself as I was working on it.
Title from the song I Get Off by Halestorm
Words: 2.8k
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Nico would be spending the night at Lando’s since he and Y/N were having date night tonight. He was in the process of dropping Nico off before going back home.
"Nico," Max said while Lando was in the other room. Nico had run over to Max and hugged his legs.
"Take care of Uncle Lando." Max wasn't concerned about Nico spending time with Lando. He was concerned that Lando wouldn't know what to do with Nico aside from letting him eat junk food and watch cartoons past his bedtime.
"Max," Lando started to say walking out from the guest room in his apartment. "He'll be fine. I'll make sure that the kid is in bed by midnight."
Max gave Lando a knowing glare.
"10 o'clock?"
Max made sure to look him right in the eyes this time. He and Y/N never let Nico stay up past 9 on a weekend.
"Fine, 9." Lando looked slightly defeated.
Max kissed Nico on his forehead, "Mama and I will pick you up in the morning."
Nico gave a quick nod back.
“No sugar after 8 Lando,” He warned. Lando just nodded and smiled at him. The Brit was going to regret not listening to him.
It only took Max half an hour to drive home. As he walked through the front door of the house, he could hear Y/N from her office that was on the far end of the living room. Probably on the phone with a client or one of her co-workers. He glanced down to his watch, to see that it was only 4:45, and they didn’t have to be at the restaurant until 8.
Max had made his way downstairs to the master bedroom to take a quick shower. If Y/N wasn’t out of her office by the time he was out he could get on the sim for a while, or play Call of Duty online until he had to get dressed.
He was quick about his shower, washing his hair and body. When he got out of the shower he considered shaving but then decided not too. His facial hair looked like it was turning into a full beard if he let it grow out a little more. He discarded his towel into the hamper, walking to his closet to rummage through his drawers for clean underwear, shorts and a shirt. As he was sliding his shorts over his legs he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
He poked his head out of the closet to see Y/N walking into the room with her phone in her hand before dropping it onto the sheets of the bed.
“How was dropping Nico off?” She asked.
“Lando didn’t listen when I told him about Nico’s schedule.”
“Then he can deal with the consequences of him not going to bed.” She had slipped into her closet while Max moved to the other doorway that connected to the bathroom.
“How much do you want to bet he’ll call Daniel if he has trouble?” Max knew that Lando would need help.
“I don’t think you give him enough credit.” Max knew right away that she was just saying that to rile him up a bit.
“A bet then?” He asked.
“Pick up duty next week?” He would take that bet.
That seemed fair. He knew that Y/N had to work late next week, so if Lando didn’t need help with Nico, Max could take care of picking up Nico next week.
“And what do I get if I win?” He asked. She only looked at his eyes and he knew that if he was right, it would only be a matter of when he wanted something, not what it would be.
“Deal.” Max kisses her, pulling her into his chest, her hands settling at his sides before he slowly moved away from her. He left her standing there until he heard the shower turn on.
He left the bathroom and made the short walk to the room where his racing sim was. He set up iracing for a quick session. By the time the session would end, he could log off and get dressed and would still be ready to leave before Y/N.
Gianni and Enzo were online and they ran through a quick session. As they were all finishing out the session Max looked at the time on the corner of one of the screens on his sim to see it say 6:28. He was quick about saying bye to the guys, but not quick enough that he didn’t catch Gianni teasing him about his dinner plans before he logged off.
His bare feet against the hardwood floors carried him back to the bedroom, to Y/N sitting on the bed with her hair and makeup already done. She had her robe on, one sleeve was sliding down her arm as she was checking her phone.
Max’s eyes moved up her arm to her exposed neck for a few moments. His eyes moved up her face momentarily seeing her lips covered in red lipstick. The sound of the clang of something against the nightstand made him blink. He caught her eyes, and the small smile that spread over her lips.
Max was quick to disappear into his closet, pulling out black slacks, a white button up, and black dress shoes. As he was getting dressed he kept catching little peeks of Y/N as she pulled on her clothes. Taking hangers out to look at clothes before he saw her settle on a dark blue dress that complimented her skin. He had just shoved his wallet into his pants when he could hear her footsteps against the marble floor.
“Maxy, can you zip me up?” She asked. He looked up to see her standing there in a form fitting dress that hugged her perfectly.
He gave her a nod, and she turned around to see that she had managed to pull the zipper up some of the way. He pulled it up the rest of the way before kissing the back of her neck, where the necklace she was wearing was clasped together.
He could feel her melt under him for a moment, “We have reservations at 8.” She hummed.
“I know,” He whispered into her ear. “I made them.”
It would have been easy to persuade her out of the dress and to just order dinner, but he wanted to take her out. There was a foreplay-like aspect about sitting in a crowded restaurant, and having to wait it out until they got home.
Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.
She turned around in his arms, kissing him with her hands now in his hair, and he could feel that she was trying to push him up against the closest wall to get her way.
“Mijn leeuwin,” He started to maul against her lips. His hand moved low, finding the slit that was cut in her dress. His hand started to move up, slowly caressing her skin with his fingers. He kept his feet grounded in the marble flooring before forcing their lips apart.
He looked at her to see her pupils blown wide, and her lipstick a small mess. “After dinner.” He muttered. He knew what she was trying to do and it wouldn’t work on him.
He pecked her on the lips quickly before disappearing into his closet to put clothes on. He could hear her let out a frustrated huff from the bathroom, before he heard the clicking of heels against the marble.
It didn’t take Max that long to change. When he had walked out of the bathroom, Y/N’s makeup looked perfect, like he hadn’t kissed her and wrecked her lipstick just because she let him. They had left the house before 7, and Max had his hand on her thigh the entire time he was driving. The restaurant was a 45 minute drive, and by the time they were a few minutes away Max let his hand venture up a bit high on her leg. He could feel her eyes on him, but he kept his eyes on the road.
He wanted her to do her best to force him out of the restaurant after they ate while he acted as the perfect gentleman.
When they pulled up to the restaurant, Max got out of the car first before walking over and opening her door to help her out of the car.
Once they were inside, the hostess saw them and took them to a table that was closed off to most of the restaurant. Max let Y/N sit first before a waiter pulled out his chair for him so he was sitting next to her.
They ordered drinks quickly, Max with his normal Gin & Tonic, and Y/N with her usual. Conversation was light before their drinks came. They were quick to thank the waiter.
“Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Verstappen.” The waiter said with a half nod.
Max reached over kissing the back of Y/N’s hand, and saw the sparkle of her diamond ring reflected in the candle on their table.
“I’m still getting used to being called that.” She said to him after the waiter left.
“I’ll make sure to call you that more often,” No one that they knew really called her that. Pierre would throw it out there every once in a while.
They had been looking over the menus, and Max’s eyes had fallen to the appetizers when he felt something smooth press into the leg of his dress pants. It was probably the side of her shoe running up and down his calf. Max looked past his menu to see Y/N had a small smile on her face with her eyes running over the menu, she must think she was being clever.
“Kitten, that won’t work.” He managed to get out before the waiter came back. Their eyes met before shifting over to the waiter.
He asked if they were ready to order, and Max was just about to answer when Y/N had dropped her hand into his lap and gave his upper thigh a squeeze.
“Give us another moment to look at the menu.” She cooly said while Max gave the waiter a tight smile. Max had half a mind to leave a hundred on the table, take her hand and leave.
Max waited until the waiter left again giving both of them a curt nod. Max placed the menu down before dropping his hand under the table, and ran his fingers over her thigh before finding the slit in her dress once again.
He leaned towards her, running his nose over the shell of her ear, and moving his hand closer to her core. He could feel her slightly shudder against his hand.
“If you don’t stop, I will take you home.” He promised through gritted teeth. He quickly moved his hand away after.
He gave it another 10 minutes before she tried reaching towards his waist. After that Max made a quick move for his wallet, leaving a hundred dollar bill on the table and grabbing Y/N’s hand. Too bad for her that she would have to suffer through the car ride back to the house.
They were rushing out of the restaurant after paying the bill. Max gave the valet a 20 dollar tip before collecting the key to his Aston Martin. The drive back to the house would have felt quick if it wasn’t for Y/N’s hand on his thigh running over the fabric of his slacks.
He tried to keep his focus on the road, and was grateful when he finally got to the gate to the house. Y/N was quick to get out of the car once it was parked, walking in front of him with a distinct sway of her hips before making her way through the side door.
Max got out of the car and followed her through the door before he saw her place her shoes to the side in the entryway. He tossed his keys onto the console with his jacket falling over them. He pushed his shoes off letting them pile up under it.
His eyes fell to Y/N’s bag ended up on top of his jacket. She stepped close to him, his hands went to her waist. Her hands slowly moved towards him, settling in the middle of his chest. He dropped his head just a bit letting their lips meet.
He tightened his grip, crushing the delicate fabric in his hands. Her hands slowly moved up and quickly settled in his hair. He started to search for the zipper that he knew was on the back of the dress, getting frustrated when he couldn’t find it, and let a whine slip past his lips.
He felt one of her hands drop from his hair, and took his hand in hers to show him where the zipper was. He pulled away from her letting their lips fall away before opening his eyes to look into hers. The zipper was easy to undo, but he couldn’t look away from her.
“It took you over an hour to get ready just for me to take it all off of you.” He teased.
He saw a light flush reach her cheeks before the dress fell from her frame and pooled around her feet.
She stood there in black lingerie and diamonds. From there Max made quick work of undoing the buttons of his shirt, and she even helped him undo the last few, as laughter fell from both their lips before the shirt ended up on the growing pile of clothes.
Their feet led them into the living room, in a mess of lips, tangled limbs and moans that double paned glass couldn’t muffle. Max let out an audible hiss feeling her nails pressing lines down his back as they moved as one.
Max couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her outside with him until he was sitting on the couch, and had her sit in front of him. She melted against the side of his chest, and reached for the waist of his pants, undoing the button and zipper before forcing them down his legs the best she could. He kicked them off. He felt her lips on his neck right after and he couldn’t help but reach for her, fully pulling her into his lap.
“You always get like this.” He said, rolling his hips into hers.
“That’s because I need you.” She muttered, pulling away from his neck looking into his eyes. “Always.”
Their lips met once more, and it wasn’t long before the last of their clothes ended up discarded by the couch. The night sky being the only thing that shielded them from the rest of the world.
A while later, Max laid there with his back against the cushion of the couch that was in the backyard. Y/N was curled up against his chest with her leg thrown over his hip, and his right hand settled on her left thigh. He laid a kiss on her forehead, and tried not to groan at the feeling of his back hurting from where she had dug her fingernails into his back. He knew that when he woke up in the morning the red lines would still be there to remind him.
“Maxy,” She said with her head tucked under his chin.
He hummed into her hair as a response as he mindlessly traced random shapes into the bare skin of her back.
“Thank you for taking me out for dinner.” She said tucking a sweaty piece of his hair away from his forehead.
“You’re welcome, Mrs. Verstappen.” He whispered into her ear. She was quick to pull him into another kiss before shifting in his lap. Max had followed her with his left hand on her lower back, feeling her sit up, and let out a groan that was building up in the bottom of his throat as she pulled away from him reaching for something.
He didn’t want her shifting in his lap while he was still inside of her. He opened his eyes to her, shifting her hips down, opening a blanket and settling it over both of them.
“Thought I was going somewhere?” She asked. He just nodded.
He didn’t want to move from where they were on the couch but he had gained quite an appetite. Eventually, they pulled away from each other long enough for him to walk back inside for her phone and order pizza from the Italian place that closed at midnight. They vegged outside while eating, splitting the pizza and a tiramisu feeding each other bits and pieces.
Max placed the blanket that was over them on her shoulders and took her hand, walking through the backyard to the french doors that led to the master bedroom.
They ended up entangled around one another, not caring about their lack of clothing, with the sheets kicked off towards the edge of the bed by the early hours of the morning.
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Hey, so I saw that your request were open and I was thinking if you could something for the our boy series, bcs I just love dad Lando so much. Ok, so we know that Caleb's second name is max, could u write something about that, like Max's finding out and how he reacts, or just a cute moment between the Norris family and the grid.
A/N: Okay, I knew you meant Mini Lando Series because you said the right people for that series, but yes I would love to expand on how Max reacted to finding out that Lando named his second born after him
Mini Lando Series
In the beginning you didn't tell anyone you gave birth, just wanting Aiden and the two of you to settle into a new routine. Caleb was a relatively easy baby, never really fussed and slept most of the time.
He was the perfect baby, but you knew not everyone was the same. When you started to tell people, yours and Lando's family came to visit first, after that you allowed the drivers to start visiting.
Carlos, Charles, Pierre, and Lewis all came to visit first. Carlos of course, helping the two of you with Aiden, his godson. Charles and Pierre bringing way to many gifts, and Lewis with far to many Mercedes gear for your children, something Lando promised to burn.
Yet he couldn't when Aiden became attached to a bright neon bucket hat. Lando swears he thinks, it's because Aiden believes it's one of his own bucket hats not Lewis's.
He can keep thinking that.
The one Lando was nervous about visiting is Max. He wasn't sure how the Dutch driver would react to him naming his son after him. How was he to tell Max, he did it because he always believed in him. That he was a friend, a brother to him.
Carlos rolled his eyes at the name, saying Aiden's was far much better. You didn't know which toddler was yours, Carlos or Aiden.
So when the doorbell rang, Lando bolted to the door. Opening it he sees Kelly, Penelope, and Max all with gifts for you and the baby. Kelly comes to you first, checking on you while Aiden and Penelope run off to play.
Max and Lando follow slowly behind, making small talk about the upcoming season. Lando hearing soft crying, goes to get Caleb. Max joins you and Kelly on the couch, asking you how you felt, if you ever needed Aiden to stay with them, he's more than welcome.
Walking into the room, Kelly beams seeing the tiny human in Lando's arms. It still freaks Max out that this kid, someone he watched grow up, is married with kids. Freaked him out.
Lando hands Caleb over to Kelly who just sways back and forth. Max watches, thinking the little stinker was adorable, but totally took after you. Kelly hands Caleb to Max, whose large hands engulf Caleb's little body.
He admires the little boy, but his eyes settle onto the initials on Caleb's little onesie. C.M.N
"What's his full name?" Max asks, Lando looking like a deer caught in headlights, you smile trying to muffle the laughter bubbling in your chest behind your hand. "What? Is it bad name? Lando, you can't name your kids with bad names, they'll get bullied." Max sighs, thinking it's after some video game or worse a car.
"Maxemilian." Max makes a face, looking up at Lando who takes a deep breath. "Caleb Maxemilian Norris. That's his full name." Kelly gasps, catching it instantly but Max remains oblivious.
"Maxemilian? Lando, that's a stupid name." He grumbles, looking down at the baby currently holding his finger. "That's your name, you dumbass." Kelly gently smacks Max's shoulder.
"That's not my name, my name is Max Emili- OH!" The lightbulb going off in his head leaving you and Kelly in a fit of giggles, but Lando shuffles around, Max left in a state of shock.
"You named him after me?" The question soft, the most vulnerable look every on Max's face, a mix of love and shock. "Well, yeah." Lando groans. "You've....you've always believed in me, cheered me on, supported me through everything. Hell you and Carlos even helped me buy Y/n's engagement ring. Why wouldn't I? You're family." Max hands Caleb off to you, the little boy cuddling into you, knowing it's you.
"Are you going to hit me? Just not the face." Lando squeaks, closing his eyes tight, instead Max wraps his arms around Lando. His muscles relax, hugging the Dutch driver back, the two of them saying nothing.
"If you cry, we need picture proof." You tease the men pulling apart, Max wiping his eyes quick so you don't notice. "Thank you, just...thank you." Max smiles clapping Lando on the back.
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Ooh, for the grid kids series, how about the time when all the grid kids had to babysit Seb and y/n's daughter? I feel like it would be chaos all around.
Grid Kids: Baby-Sitters Club
Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers
Summary: the grid kids have tamed some of the fastest cars on the planet but can they tame their baby sister?
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Max Verstappen: Good Taste in Music
“Alright, mate, remember, she likes the pacifier if she starts crying and always check if she’s hungry,” Sebastian instructs as he hands over the baby monitor to Max.
Max nods, trying to hide the nervousness on his face. “Got it. How hard can it be? I’ve tamed a Red Bull, after all.”
You chuckle, “It’s not the same, Max. She’s not going to pit in 2.4 seconds if she needs something.”
Handing over a small pink bag, you add, “There’s some milk in the bottle and a few toys. Oh, and if she starts crying and won’t stop, play her the Formula 1 theme. She strangely calms down to that.”
Max, cradling the baby carefully in his arms, smirks. “Like mother, like daughter.”
Sebastian laughs, “Alright, we’ll be back in a couple of hours. You got this.”
An hour into his babysitting gig and things are surprisingly smooth. Max and the little one are seated on the couch, with him talking to her about overtaking techniques and the importance of tire management.
Suddenly, a small wail interrupts his monologue. Max’s eyes widen in slight panic. He tries the pacifier. No luck. He checks the diaper. Still dry. The wailing grows louder.
Thinking quickly, he connects his phone to the speakers and starts playing the F1 theme song. Just as you said, the baby’s cries subside and she starts to doze off.
Max lets out a sigh of relief, whispering to the now sleeping baby, “You’re going to be a racer, aren’t you? Just remember, Maxie taught you the basics.”
A few hours later, you return to find Max fast asleep on the couch with a snoozing baby cuddled on his chest, the F1 theme playing softly in the background. You share a smile, knowing your little girl is in good hands with her grid brothers.
Charles Leclerc: Start Them Young
“Okay, she might be a bit tricky during her nap times. She’s been fighting sleep a lot lately,” you adjust the baby bag over Charles’ shoulder.
Charles gives a confident nod, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Don’t worry, I have a plan. Have you ever tried Ferrari engine sounds to help her fall asleep?”
Sebastian chuckles, “Not quite the lullaby most kids go for but anything is worth a shot.”
You smile, patting Charles on the back, “Good luck. We’ll be back soon.”
An hour into babysitting, the little one is becoming restless, rubbing her eyes, yet refusing to close them. Charles has an idea. Booting up his laptop, he finds a clip from one of the recent races, and soon, the familiar sound of a roaring Ferrari engine fills the room.
Amazingly, the baby’s eyes start to droop, and within minutes, she’s sound asleep. Charles grins triumphantly, feeling quite proud of his unconventional method.
Later, he decides to do a mini photoshoot, dressing her up in a tiny Ferrari onesie he secretly bought and posing her with a little Ferrari model car.
Upon returning, you and Sebastian are welcomed by a giggling Charles showing them the adorable pictures. “Look, she’s a natural Tifosa! We start them young.”
Sebastian laughs, “That’s one way to do it. Just remember, she’s got Red Bull and Aston Martin blood too.”
Charles winks, “We’ll see about that!"
You can’t help but laugh, “No matter the team, she’s got the best grid brothers around.”
Lance Stroll: Canadian by Proxy
“Alright, little miss, ready for some Canadian immersion?” Lance grins widely, holding up a tiny hockey stick and puck. “It’s never too early for your first hockey lesson.”
You raise an eyebrow, laughing, “I’m not sure she can even hold that stick yet, let alone play.”
Lance winks, adjusting the baby-sized Montreal Canadiens jersey he brought with him. “Trust me, by the time I’m done, she’ll be ready for the NHL.”
Sebastian smirks, “Just remember, no actual skating yet.”
With you and Sebastian heading out, Lance sets the scene for a cozy afternoon. He places the baby on a soft blanket, surrounding her with plush hockey toys, and turns on a recorded game. Soon, the room echoes with the sounds of cheering fans and commentary.
The baby gazes curiously at the screen, her little fingers reaching out to grasp the mini puck Lance places in front of her. Lance, laying beside her, narrates the game with exaggerated commentary, making her giggle with delight.
Halfway through their game, Lance feels adventurous. He gently places the baby in a laundry basket cushioned with a plush blanket, using the mini hockey stick to push her around, mimicking the action on the TV screen. Her laughter fills the room as they play their unique version of indoor hockey.
By the time you return, you find Lance, completely worn out, sprawled on the floor, with your daughter, dressed in her little hockey jersey, contentedly napping next to him, clutching the mini stick.
Sebastian laughs, “Looks like you had quite the game.”
Lance grins, slightly out of breath, “She’s got potential. Might just be the next German hockey prodigy.”
You chuckle, “Thanks, Lance. Just remember, before hockey comes racing.”
He winks, “We’ll see. Maybe She’ll bring the Stanley Cup back home to Montreal one day!”
George Russell: Pulling Pigtails
“George! Over here!” You wave, holding out the baby bag as George ambles over, hair in its usual perfect quiff.
“Well, hello there!” George greets, bending over to coo at the baby who instantly reaches out, tiny fingers eager to grab his thick hair.
“Looks like someone’s a fan of your hair,” Sebastian remarks with a chuckle, watching as his daughter gleefully tugs on George's hair.
George laughs, wincing just a tad. “It’s alright, who needs a hairdresser when you have such a cute little stylist?”
You hand over a bottle of milk, “She just had a nap and might be hungry soon. And, well, you might want to keep an eye on your hair.”
With baby in arms, George heads over to the living room. Laying out a blanket, he places her down, only to have her immediately try crawling towards him, reaching for his hair again. Grinning, he plays a little game, leaning in close and then pulling back, making her giggle each time.
As the afternoon progresses, George discovers that his hair is the ultimate distraction. Whether she’s fussy or just bored, having his hair within reach keeps her entertained. Even feeding her becomes easier as she remains captivated by his hair while sipping on her milk.
Feeling a tad mischievous, George decides to shoot a quick Instagram story, showing the world his new hairdresser in action. Fans immediately flood the comments, loving the adorable interaction between the racing star and the tiny tot.
When you and Sebastian return, you find George seated, baby in his lap, both engrossed in a video of funny hair fails. His hair now looks nothing like its usual pristine self, instead resembling a bird’s nest.
“Seems like you two had quite the day,” you remark with a laugh.
George, brushing a hand through his tousled hair, smiles, “Best hair appointment ever. And the most adorable tiny stylist to boot.”
Lando Norris: Stealing the Show
“Alright, munchkin, just you and me today. How hard can this be?” Lando chirps, picking up the little bundle and settling her onto the couch, surrounding her with cushions. The room is set up for his usual streaming session, his gaming chair at the ready and multiple screens glowing.
He’s barely into his first game when a small cry interrupts him. “Hungry already?” he asks, looking over to see her trying to grab the controller lying next to her. “Ah, you want in on the action?”
Quickly, Lando scoops her up and settles her on his lap, handing her a toy controller. “There you go, co-host,” he says with a grin, adjusting his headset and returning to his game.
He’s live-streaming and the chat exploded with comments about his adorable helper.
Who’s the kiddo?
That’s some fierce competition you got there!
Does she have her own Twitch channel yet?
But the peace doesn’t last long. In the middle of a particularly intense race, the baby suddenly decides to slam her toy controller on the keyboard. The game goes haywire, Lando’s car spinning out of control.
“Oh no! Sabotage!” Lando exclaims, laughing even as he tries to regain control.
The baby giggles, clearly pleased with the chaos she’s caused. Lando’s chat goes wild with laughter and teasing comments.
Dude, you just got schooled by a baby!
That’s what you get for multi-tasking
She’s clearly the superior gamer
Shaking his head in mock exasperation, Lando says, “Alright, alright, you win this round.” He lifts her up, peppering her face with playful kisses, making her squeal and show a gummy smile.
Throughout the stream, there are more interruptions — from spit-up incidents to sudden dance breaks every time she gets fussy. Lando quickly learns that streaming with a baby requires a whole new level of multitasking.
As the stream comes to an end, Lando addresses his viewers. “Thanks for joining in. Hope you enjoyed the special appearance by our youngest gamer here. Maybe we’ll make this a regular thing?”
The unanimous response? More baby streams!
Chuckling, Lando signs off, “Say bye-bye, little co-driver.”
She waves her tiny hand as the screen goes black.
Mick Schumacher: Baby Meets Fur Baby
“Hey there, Ang,” Mick says with a smile as he enters the room, the baby cradled in his arms. Angie, his Australian Shepherd, immediately perks up, her tail wagging enthusiastically.
The baby’s eyes widen as she takes in the large, furry creature approaching her. Mick chuckles, gently lowering her onto the floor as he kneels down beside her. “This is Angie,” he introduces, watching as the dog sniffs curiously at the baby.
Angie’s warm, wet nose tickles the baby’s palm and she lets out a squeal, her fingers curling in delight. “Looks like you’ve made a new friend,” Mick chuckles, patting Angie’s head.
As if sensing the baby’s fascination, Angie sits down and gently places her head in the baby’s lap. The baby giggles, her tiny fingers brushing against the soft fur. Mick watches the interaction with a fond smile, his heart melting at the sight of his dog and baby sister bonding.
Mick then picks up a toy from the nearby pile and hands it to the baby. “Here you go, little one. Angie’s sharing her toys with you.”
The baby takes the toy, inspecting it with wide eyes before promptly attempting to shove it into Angie’s mouth. Mick chuckles softly, taking the toy from her and showing her how to play with it.
“Hey, Angie, be gentle,” Mick instructs his dog, who seems just as excited as the baby about the playtime. As Angie retrieves her own toy and lays down beside the baby, Mick joins them on the floor, ensuring the little one doesn’t get overwhelmed.
Time flies as they play together, the baby’s giggles filling the room. Mick can’t help but smile at the simple joy on her face and he finds himself falling into a gentle rhythm with her.
After a while, the baby’s eyelids start to droop and her fingers loosen their grip on the toy. Mick smiles, knowing she’s getting tired. “Looks like someone’s ready for a nap,” he whispers, carefully picking her up and cradling her in his arms.
Angie follows them as they make their way to the nursery. Mick gently lays her down in the crib, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Sleep tight, little one.”
As he turns to leave the room, Angie hesitates by the crib, looking back at the baby with a soft whimper. Mick chuckles, scratching behind her ears. “Don’t worry, Ang. You’ll be here when she wakes up.”
Runaway Baby
Max, face flushed, darts through the paddock, narrowly avoiding a mechanic pushing a cart of tires. “I swear I just saw her here!” he shouts, barely avoiding a collision.
Lando, holding a stuffed bear, pants as he catches up, “I turned around for a second and she was gone! How does someone so small move so fast?”
Charles is on the phone, trying to speak over the noise, “We’ve got everything under control, just ... some tiny mishaps. Nothing to worry about!”
“Tiny mishaps? Charles, that’s an understatement!” George interrupts, waving a baby bottle in his hand.
Lance, coming out of the Aston Martin garage, looks worried, “Checked the garages, no sign of her. We need a strategy guys, like an actual race strategy but without Ferrari messing it up this time.”
George chimes in, “How did we lose her? There were six of us and one of her!”
Mick looks pale, “I was showing her my dad’s old helmet and turned around for one second to put it down. Then she just toddled away while I wasn’t looking!"
Suddenly, from a distance, there’s a familiar baby giggle. They turn to see a reporter, microphone in hand, crouched down in front of a camera. Their sister sits beside him, happily babbling away, reaching out for the fuzzy microphone cover.
The reporter, clearly amused, asks, “And who do you think is going to win the race today?” The baby, enthralled with the microphone, tries to chew on it.
Lando sighs in relief, “Well, she’s got a future in media, that’s for sure.”
Charles approaches the duo, scooping up the baby and thanking the reporter. “Thanks for babysitting. You might have a new pundit here.”
The grid kids gather around, all breathing sighs of relief. Max ruffles his sister’s hair, “You gave us quite the scare, snoepje.”
“She definitely knows how to steal the spotlight,” Mick says with a chuckle.
You and Sebastian, having witnessed the chaos from afar, approach with raised eyebrows. You smirk, “You guys thought babysitting in the paddock would be easy?”
Lando grins sheepishly, “Definitely more challenging than a race, that’s for sure.”
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❀ MASTERLIST
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note one sorted by alphabetical order
note two if a name is not listed, it means there are no works for that driver yet!
ALEX ALBON ²³
MAKE YOU MINE | in which working as a williams reserve driver brings you closer to your best friend, and not just platonically.
MRS. ALL AMERICAN | logan sargeants sister and alex albon are met with backlash when they start dating.
CHARLES LECLERC ¹⁶
IF YOU CANT BEAT ‘EM, JOIN ‘EM | after years of your flag being mixed up with your boyfriends, you decide to ‘take’ more than just his flag.
GEORGE RUSSEL ⁶³
SHES KINDA HOT | george russel has a crush on his pr manager. what does he do to show that? drive her absolutely insane! and what do fans do when a video of him grinning while she scolds him comes out? ship the two of course!
JENSON BUTTON ²²
DO I WANNA KNOW? | in which an unexpected series of events, starting with a leaked picture of yn and jenson sharing a hotel room (and bed), leads them from rivals to lovers.
LANDO NORRIS ⁴
MINI…ER LANDO | a two part series in which lando and his wife reveal her pregnancy to the world and are met with (mostly) open arms. (part two) (part three)
BROTHERS BEST FRIEND | max fewtrell’s sister takes quite the liking to his best mate, and it makes for an entertaining series of events.
LOOKING OUT FOR YOU | lando starts to realize that his girlfriend’s bad races aren’t just jet lag.
THE WINNER TAKES ALL | in which lando norris is tired of fans thinking he and yn are just friends, and decides to do something about it.
JUST MY TYPE | you and lando aren’t the rivals everyone makes you out to be, and it shows when you move to mclaren. (male!reader)
LOGAN SARGEANT ²
THIS YOUR MAN? | in which the whole grid, but especially a particular duo, loves to tease you and your boyfriend.
LONG WAY HOME | while visiting his girlfriend, logan soft launches their relationship, catching everyone off guard.
MR. ALL AMERICAN | in which verstappen!reader isn’t as sneaky with logan as she thinks she is.
MAX VERSTAPPEN ¹
BEST OF BOTH WORLDS | the sweet chaos of dating max verstappen while your brother is daniel ricciardo - the best of both worlds, right?
NEW DESIRE | you and max are childhood friends. despite claiming a platonic relationship, or rather not claiming a romantic relationship, fans are convinced there’s more to what you have.
OSCAR PIASTRI ⁸¹
ADORE YOU | in which the grids sweetheart and mercedes rookie adores oscar, even when he’s awkward.
OSCAROO AND BABY CHRONICLES | it’s race weekend in qatar, and baby piastri is attending her first race!
SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR | your best friend is arthur leclerc, and his best friend is oscar piastri. you’d think that’s grounds for being close with oscar, but here you are, age 22, and you aren’t even sure you could call him a friend. what you do know, though, is that you have a ridiculous crush on him, one that you’re struggling to hide.
THE OTHER WOMAN | lando norris is in love with his best friend, but she has her eyes set on a particular aussie.
YUKI TSUNODA ²²
THE JPG CHRONICLES | a series in which mclaren’s reserve driver, a grid and fan favorite, opens a jpg account and somehow her posts are a surprise, but should have been expected considering her fun persona. that being said, a slip up in her comment section about a supposed “boyfriend” makes the fandom wonder who that “boyfriend” is. (link will be added shortly)
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Drivers while their s/o studies
Just a mini series I felt like doing. : )
Charles Leclerc
Charles smiled as he entered the room, holding a tray with snacks and coffee for Y/n who had been sitting at her desk since that morning. "Hello mom cœur, I thought you might need a little pick-me-up while you work." He said, placing the tray on the table. Y/n looked up from her laptop, a grateful smile forming. "Oh what would I do without you?" She said as she held his face and peppered soft kisses onto it as he emptied the tray onto the desk. "Cry, maybe." He joked.
Charles sat down beside her and began eating a protein bar before Y/n continued on typing. "How's it going anyway?" he asked, genuinely interested. "It's a bit overwhelming, but I'll manage. Your snacks will definitely help." She replied, taking a sip of the coffee. Charles chuckled. "I believe in you. I'll leave you to it for a bit, though. I'm going to meet Lorenzo and Arthur in the gym. You know how it is."
Y/n nodde. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll be here when you get back." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading out. "Take breaks, okay? Don't overwork yourself." He reminded her. "Of course, love. Have fun and give them my best!" As he left, Y/n couldn't help but smile. The small gestures made studying a lot more enjoyable, and she felt lucky to have Charles by her side.
Max Verstappen
Max woke up to an empty bed, the confusion evident on his face. Rubbing his eyes, he ventured into the living room, where he found Y/n engrossed in her laptop. Y/n spotted him from the corner of her eye and smiled at his sleepy face. "Morning, sleepyhead. Slept well?" She teased, looking up from her work. Max chuckled, and walked over to her. "Yeah, until I realized I was all alone." He placed a kiss atop of her head and peered over her shoulder. "What are you up to?"
"Got an assignment to finish, but you can keep me company." She suggested with a smile. Max raised an eyebrow. "Company? I was expecting a romantic morning, not a work session." Y/n laughed, "Well, I can't help it. University." He rolled his eyes. "I told you, you should have just gave in to being a stay-at-home girlfriend and now here we are with you leaving me I'm bed to work." Y/n chuckled at the light hearted joke. "Well if you loved me you would sit right here with me and keep me company, like a good temporary stay-at-home boyfriend?" Undeterred, Max decided to make the best of the situation. "Fine, but how about some breakfast first? I'll cook."
As Max prepared breakfast, they bantered back and forth, the kitchen filled with laughter. Sitting down on the sofa with their plates, Max linked his phone to the TV and began watching his race upcoming debrief that Red Bull had sent him. Y/n glanced at the screen every so often, finding it unbelievably distracting and whilst he had to watch it for work, why couldn't he just watch it on his phone?"Mind turning that off? I need to focus." Max pouted playfully. "Aw, come on. It's just background noise." She shook her head, "No, it's distracting. I need to concentrate."
A minor disagreement ensued, but Max, ever the compromiser, reached a resolution. "Fine, wear these," he said, handing her a pair of headphones. "You study, I watch my debrief." Y/n huffed, taking the headphones, "Deal. Just don't complain if I fail my exam because of this." Max grinned. "Deal, as long as you promise we actually so something romantic later on." Y/n grinned and connected her headphones to the laptop and began playing her music.
Lando Norris
Lando was deep into his online stream, enthusiastically commentating on his latest race in the virtual world. Meanwhile, Y/n diligently studied in the living room, trying to concentrate despite the growing noise. At first, it was fine because he only had Max on a voice call and then they started playing the F1 games and inviting drivers, and it all went to chaos.
The usual loudness was just about starting to sound normal until she heard a loud screeching from the streaming room. Y/n finally reached her limit. She threw her laptop to the side and stormed into the streaming room, wearing a bitter expression. Lando turned, smiling before the smile turned into a grim look. He...was...fucked. "Hi babe." He said quietly. "Lando, could you please keep it down a bit? I'm trying to study out here." She said calmly. She didn't want fans making up rumours about an argument.
Lando, still wearing his headset, looked guilty. "I will try, but Max is-" She cut him off. "Lando, you will be quiet. I cannot fail these exams. I just need you to be quiet. Understood?" He nodded. "I'm sorry, babe. I got carried away. I'll tone it down." The serious expression turned to a light hearted smile, before she looked to the computer, smiled and waved to greet the chat, before leaving.
Lando continued on playing, listening to the chaos on the call and not acting up. But the guilt lingered, and he suddenly had to leave the stream momentarily. "Hey, guys? I'll be right back. Just need to grab a drink, I'll be back in a sec. Promise." He announced to his fellow drivers and viewers before leaving the room. He rushed to the kitchen, returning to the living room with a peace offering of snacks and energy drinks for his girlfriend who sat on her bean bag with her study sheets sprawled across the coffee table. She looked up quickly before looking back to her work and continuing on typing. "I'm really sorry, Y/n. Here, I got you some goodies. Let me make it up to you." Lando said, kneeling down beside her and leaving a small plate of biscuits and sweets beside her. She looked between the plate and Lando, seeing the sincerity in his expression before she chuckled, accepting the snacks. "You're lucky you're cute when you're sorry. Just try to keep it down, okay?"
"Okay, I promise." He said, pecking her cheek and running back to the livestream with his can of Monster. Back in the streaming room, Lando continued his broadcast. He scrolled through the chat, noticing a comment from Y/n.
Thanks for the biccies, lovey <3 Good luck with your stream!
His fans erupted in supportive comments, finding the situation adorable. Lando couldn't help but smile, covering his face from how hard he was blushing. "You better leave me some 9f them biscuits, Y/n." Lando said into the camera. "Let's get back to the race, shall we?" The stream continued, with a more considerate Lando and a grateful Y/n watching from the sidelines.
Carlos Sainz Jr.
As the creatures and people of Madrid lay asleep in their beds, Y/n sat on her laptop working away beside her boyfriend who had just come back from a race weekend on the other side of the globe. Carlos stirred in his sleep, as the soft glow of Y/n's laptop pierced the darkness. "What are you doing?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Y/n glanced at him, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. "Sorry, babe. Got a deadline. Can't sleep." He sighed, and turned his back so he would be able to get even a glimpse of sleep. "Alright, just keep it down, please." He whispered. "Yes sir, Mr Sainz." She yawns, still typing.
In the morning, Carlos awoke to Y/n still typing away in their bed, exhaustion evident in her eyes. She got a lot of work done and had work in three hours. "Morning." He whispered, kissing her hand before sitting up. "Morning. Did you sleep alright?" Y/n asked. "Other than that one time you woke me, yes. Did you sleep at all?" Carlos asked. Y/n shook her head. "You should get some sleep before work. Finish this when you get home, yeah?" Y/n sighed in defeat. She wouldn't be able to go to work if she was this tired. Maybe a two hour sleep wouldn't hurt? " Carlos nodded, taking her laptop, placing it on the bedside table and tucking her into bed, . "You need to rest." He insisted. "I will wake you before work, mi amor." She reassured her, kissing her hair and letting her fall asleep.
When Y/n awoke, she looked out to see that the sun was awfully bright for 8am. Then she turned and saw Carlos walking into the room with a tray of coffee and toast. "What are you doing?" Y/n asked, sitting up. Carlos paused and looked at her. "Breakfast?" He replied in a question. Y/n looked at her phone, her eyes wide. "Oh my god! It's half past 11. I'm so fucking late!" She said. "No you aren't." Carlos replied, placing the tray on his locker. "I had work two hours ago!" She protested.
Carlos shook his head. "I called your boss, said you were sick." Y/n's eyes widened to what he had said. "Why'd you do that?" She asked. "Because you needed it." He replied, pulling the duvet over them and putting his arm around Y/n. "Carlos, I cant-" He cut her off. "Should we watch Berlín? It's meant to be really good." He said, flicking through the Netflix. "Babe. I'm serious. I need to go to work." She said. "And I have said before; you could quit work and I'll take care of you. You won't quit but I am still gonna take care of you. Now stay with me in bed and help me pick a series for us to watch."
She stopped complaining and lay in his arms. "Yeah. Berlín sounds good." She mumbled quietly. "Good, now here's some toast."
George Russell
George had brought Y/n to race weekends before, but this time, she found herself confined to the team's hospitality area, engrossed in her upcoming exams. She looked up to the TV evey so often to see how her boyfriend was doing before turning her attention back to her laptop. Like an angel sent, George decided to check in on her in between sessions, finding her buried in textbooks and notes.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked, pressing a kiss onto her head and leaning on the table. Y/n looked up, tired but determined. "Just trying to survive this study session. Well done on topping the session by the way." George grinned. "It's only the second practise. I think we know what strategy we're going for in qualifying though." He chuckled. "Have you eaten?" Y/n thinks for a moment and shakes her head. "You do know, you need to eat too."
She sighed, burying her head in her hands from exhaustion. "I know, I just lost track of time. Can you grab me something?" George smiled. "Of course." He replied, leaving momentarily and heading to the barista bar. He returned moments later with a croissant and a latte, placing them in front of her. "Fuel for the brain." he said with a smile. Y/n looked up at him appreciatively, "You're my hero, Mr Russell. Thank you so much."
"No problem. I know how important these exams are for you." He replied, sitting beside her. As she sipped the latte and nibbled on the croissant, George and her began talking. "Anything I can help with? Maybe a quick break to clear your mind?" Y/n smiled. "You being here is already a huge help. But maybe a motivational speech wouldn't hurt."
"Im not doing motivational speeches." They both burst into laughter, lightening the mood in the cozy hospitality space. George wrapped his arm around Y/n, offering comfort and support. "You're the best distraction," she admitted, leaning into him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And you're the best thing that ever happened to me."
Lance Stroll
Lance sighed as he opened the door to his bedroom after his return from the gym to find Y/n looking a bit frustrated. He arched a brow as he sipped from his water bottle and decided to approach her, concern evident in his eyes. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, sitting down beside her. She sighed. "I'm not sure, but I just can't study. Maybe it's just because of how different it is from studying in my office back home." Lance thought for a moment."How about you use my office? It's quiet, and you'll have all the space you need." He suggested. "Oh no, I couldn't." She replied. "No, seriously. I never use it anyway."
Y/n's face lit up with gratitude as Lance led her to his office. The room was filled with shelves displaying Lance's collection of racing helmets and trophies. The large floor-to-ceiling window revealed a breathtaking snowy landscape of their estate. "This is perfect." Y/n whispered, finding the desk facing the wonderous view. Lance smiled, happy to help her. "If you need me just call. I'm just gonna hit the shower." He said, pressing a kiss onto her cheek. "Thank you, babe." She grinned, setting her stuff down. "Anytime." He shot back before leaving and making his way to his bathroom to shower.
Y/n had gotten a lot done since she sat down. The view was a perfect distraction but not too distracting that she couldn't focus. If anything, it was there to just calm her down before getting right back to it. An hour passed, and Lance returned with snacks, finding Y/n engrossed in her studies. "Hey, how are you getting on?" He asked, peering through the door. "Doing good, Lancelot. I am doing good." She smiled, still jotting down some notes. He walked in with a tray of snacks. In between him showering and him walking around the kitchen, he decided Y/n needed to take a break and made up a snack tray to bring her.
"Need a study break?" he asked, handing her a twix. Y/n grinned, "Definitely. Thanks for this, Lance. This office is amazing." Lance chuckled, "Well, it's only fair you get a taste of my world too. Plus, I like having you happy." As they enjoyed their snacks, the conversation turned from how everyone in the house has an office to the trophies and helmets on the walls.
"You know-" Lance began, taking down his Balu trophy from back in 2017. "This one's from my first podium. I was so excited that day." Y/n smiled as she sipped her cola. "I can see why. You've got an impressive collection of trophies, Lancey." He looked at her warmly. "But none of them compare to having my trophy girlfriend. I worked my ass off to even get you on a date." Y/n laughed. "I'm serious! You kept saying no!"
"You should've taken the hint." Y/n replied. "Then who would be sat in this office?" Lance asked. "I don't know. One of those weird models that throw themselves at you, I guess." She joked. "Yeah, but I prefer you." Lance said. There grew a comfortable silence before Lamce stood up, collecting the wrappers off the snacks and putting them back onto the tray. "I guess it's time for you to get back to studying." Lance said. "Thank you for the company." Y/n smiled as Lamce leaned down to give her a kiss. "How about we watch a movie later and order takeout? Sound good?" Lance suggested. Y/n nodded. You really are a dream."
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MASTERLIST
updated as of 6/05/2023 back to helpline
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↳ to look at part 2 masterlists please click: here
IMAGINES
HOCKEY
Nico hischier
the fight
william nylander
famous
mitch marner
paper rings
thomas bordeleau
revenge
ice and spice
punishment
moritz seider
ask
mat barzal
neighbor
Jack Hughes
mess around and find out
BASKETBALL & NFL
killian hayes
comfort cuddles
Travis kelce
Super Bowl
live from New York
Patrick mahomes
parade
FOOTBALL/SOCCER
christian pulisic
one last time
confusion and confessions
lie detector part two
first timer
the apology
want one?
Mason mount
you belong to me
hate me
little mount
uncle Mason
delicate
Neymar jr.
five minutes
FORMULA 1
nyck de vries
year one
charles leclerc
a sleepless night in monaco
the other man the right man
fallingforyou
Mozart
falling in love again
uncle Charles
summertime happiness
match point
love affair
brothers best friend
Carlos sainz
desperate
unforgettable
spoiled
Polaroid
papa carlos
I see red
stay, stay
lover
pining - mini series
max verstappen
secrets out
happiness comes in ice cream
the ways in which max shows you he loves you
lando norris
the right man
this love
little streamer
one too many
everybody’s friend
Pierre Gasly
one night with you
falling in love again
jealousy, jealousy
only him
one last ride for the alpha
I’m yours
lewis hamilton
it’s sir to you
drunk on you
ride that like a Mercedes
Daniel ricciardo
the return of the honey badger
dicked down in Dallas
Tim McGraw
home is whenever I’m with you
arthur leclerc
cruel summer
hard work
love affair
yuki tsunoda
sushi date
cherry blossom season
one last ride for the alpha
mick schumacher
you are in love
the ways in which mick schumacher shows you he loves you
toto wolff
ride that like a Mercedes
extra credit
George Russell
I think he knows
MISCELLANEOUS
BLURBS
brad marchand
Jeremy swayman
quinn hughes
cale makar
benjamin pavard 2
travis kelce
josh giddey
lando norris
max verstappen
carlos sainz
Daniel ricciardo
COLLECTIONS| MINI SERIES
valentines day
fake it? - mini series
Taylor swift inspired works
dad + family works
three’s company works
pining - mini series
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Fallen Petals
Part two
Summary: Max Verstappen watches as his ex-girlfriend moves on with Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz.
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader x Ex!Max Verstappen
Warning: angsty, salty max, cute dreamy carlos hehe this is revengeeee
Word Count: 1.6k
Not proofread
[ this is in connection to what is soft launch? mini series ]
2023
The notion of home was important for Max Verstappen. For a long time, Monaco had been lacking the sort of familiarity and feeling it once used to have. It was no longer homemade dinners and escapades to the pool, failed baked dishes or tranquil mornings spent on a warm terrace. It was no longer long walks along the french riviera or the warmth of intertwined hands and loving glances.
The place itself no longer carried that feeling he desired.
That feeling had walked away with a girl whose presence was just about gone from his life. She was a dusted memory that had been packed away but reemerged ever so frequently.
The pretty smile, those memorable looks through long lashes, the mere pull she had as a person. Her patience and warm love. That despite how much he had corrupted her she had retained much of that inner innocence.
Those unforgettable mornings of bright rays shining in on them as they were a mess of limbs on the bed, not preoccupied with the world outside—just a couple eloquently in love.
Max could never quite forget her.
He also couldn’t forget how she didn’t retaliate in any way when it all came to an end. She just left when he had faltered, when he had stepped out on her and their relationship. Respected herself enough to not stick around for the world of hurt he was already putting her through.
She didn’t speak to the press, didn’t put out any statement when it all came crashing down. Didn’t shade him or didn’t call to cuss him out when his relationship with the same brunette she already had her doubts about became public just a few weeks later.
Now she had crept back into the same world that had destroyed her all those years ago. How the rumors propagated just about everywhere, how so many had pitied her for the mere fact that they were smart enough to see how fast things had happened for him. Put the puzzle pieces together, connected the dots as one relationship suddenly ended without a peep and another one began so soon after.
The first time Max saw her resurfaced a turmoil of feelings he had suppressed for so long. It had been at the paddock on the day of Barcelona’s grand Prix. She looked everywhere but at the dark blue of the red bull structure as she walked behind the red of the ferrari members and Carlos Sainz.
Of course they had to make their first public appearance in Carlos’ home country Grand Prix. How symbolical, Max chastised in his head. His jealousy so apparent to those who stood around him.
All he could see was her side profile, ever so beautiful, as she tried her hardest to avoid looking at a place she had spent so many of the races supporting him.
Yet it was funny how life worked. How it intertwined paths that were thought to never cross again. How much avoiding, being adamant about it, could get you right back to the place you were running away from.
She tried to avoid him as if her life depended on it. Eyes looking forward wanting nothing to do with Max and especially not after he had embarrassed her just days prior on social media. How he couldn’t seem to deal with the fact she was dating another f1 driver and wanted the world to remember he had claimed her first so he posted a photo of them in a rage.
He knew he didn’t have the right to react like that, to have had such an outburst like he did. Post a picture of them when he’d given her a bouquet of flowers so large she could barely hold it.
Max’s outburst on instagram had really dangled the media in their faces, put them in an even more awkward situation. He had absolutely no right to react the way he did, she had fumed at his drama-inducing instagram story. He had no right yet he’d gone right for it, put her in an uncomfortable situation.
Not just her, but his very own girlfriend who refused to even look at him and had packed a small bag for her and her daughter deeming she needed her space to think about things. About them.
Now all Max could do was stare with a dumbfounded look as the woman he could never truly shake off was suddenly staring right back at him too. Her face said it all. No emotion towards him, no resentment. Nothing. And especially not when the Spaniard turned around exactly when their gaze had lingered for just a second and grasped at her dainty hand, taking it between his and slightly pulling her forward so they could walk side by side.
Y/N felt her hands become clammy as Carlos grasped tightly onto it, intertwining their fingers for the comfort he knew she needed at that very moment. She was nervous about publicly going into the world of formula 1 again. Nervous about seeing Max again, even just meeting his eyes had made her feel agitated. Like the wind had been knocked out of her with his piercing eyes.
She stared at the man whose hands and even his voice was inviting and calming on days like these when her nerves were out of control.
Carlos Sainz Jr. was sweet and romantic in all the ways Y/N wanted her man to be. He wasn’t scared of showing her off regardless of her history with one of his rivals. None of that mattered to him. Not when he knew he held her entire attention, how she adored him in a way that made him feel content. How she loved him so effortlessly.
Max Verstappen was in her past now. More than two years later and they were now in the very same place together and it resurfaced so many emotions. How the man who would call her his petal was now a man she no longer talked to, no longer crossed paths with, no longer shared her life with. He was a figment of her past, a chapter in her life that had been forcibly closed.
He was also now a man with more responsibilities—a girlfriend who lived with him and bearing the role of being a stepfather.
Y/N had been so utterly heartbroken when Kelly began posting stories about him. When she began sharing so many aspects of their lives and they became that adoring couple that people admired. How loving he could be with another woman just weeks after their breakup.
Regardless of all the distress and pain that came with the realization that something had happened while her and Max were still together came the relief that she walked away from a world of pain.
She didn’t have to wonder if he’d call or if he’d be home on the day he said he would. If he really was where he said he was. She didn’t have to wonder if he’d met another model, an actress or whoever and if she crossed his mind during these interactions.
Now her fingers were interlaced with a man who knew formula 1 all too well. Whose tall frame sported red with the yellow logo of a prancing stallion. Ferrari’s race driver who carried the number 55 on his back. It felt awkward to once again be able to watch a race from the paddock club, but now for a whole different team. How she was in a sea of red instead of the usual blue.
One that rivaled her ex’s very own team.
To root for somebody that was not Max Verstappen.
“Are you ok, princesa?” Carlos asked, his big brown eyes staring down at the girl whose face was anything but relaxed. Brows creased and lips in what seemed a pout. She felt silly that she couldn’t even control her own facial expression during moments of distress.
“I’m nervous.” She admitted.
“We’re doing nothing wrong. You’re my girl, Y/N. I mean…look at you.” His eyes scaled down the beautiful woman at his side, admiring her for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. The yellow dress she wore reached just above her knee and clung to all right places.
“If anything we’re showing how much of a fumble that loss was.”
He didn’t have to mention him to know who they were talking about. She felt bashful at his comment. Cheeks becoming hot as she lightly slapped his arm playfully.
“It’s true, princesa.” He flashed her his dashing smile. Looking even more handsome than she thought possible.
“I got so lucky with you.”
She’d gone from a wilted petal to a princesa. Pretty pet names that carried different meanings, one from a man who had faltered in his love for her and let their love wilt. Another one from a man who made every second possible in their relationship count. Who regardless of the time spent away from each other always made sure she felt loved.
It was the flowers, the facetime dates, the particular gifts ranging from purses he thought she’d like, jewelry and care packages with letters, keychains and snacks from whichever country he found himself in. It was all so different than how it was with Max.
Max’s hands had turned into fists, not being able to hide the sour expression that had overtaken his face. Despite knowing that more than likely cameras were on him he couldn’t hide his overwhelming anger and jealousy. His friend, who stood off the far back had walked towards him, who knew all too well of the events that had taken place the last couple days placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you ok?”
“How could I be? I have to watch Y/N be with Carlos almost every single weekend from now on.”
Max frowned as he stared at the couple who walked off into the distance wishing he could take everything back. He wished he had done things differently two years ago, but now it was far too late.
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This is all over the place but that’s ok at least we saw max get what was coming for him after letting our girl down 😤😤😤
Probably a lot of mistakes so sorryyyyyyy
#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#max verstappen#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen x reader#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz fanfic#carlos sainz x you#max verstappen fanfiction#max verstappen x y/n#max verstappen x you#f1 fanfic#f1 fanfic rec
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Formula 1 (pt.3)
i hit the word limit on part 2... enjoy part 3 of the fic rec for formula 1 drivers!
CHARLES LECLERC 16:
cherry tomato? by @xxblairexxss
summary - you pull a tiktok prank on your boyfriend.
honeymoon stunts by @thisismeracing
summary - the newly weds may know almost everything about each other but they learn something new after the wedding.
united in grief by @dumbseee
summary - being jules' sister after his death in the racing world was rough on you, so you disappeared. 8 years later, you're back and heavily missed.
LANDO NORRIS 04:
say please by @dilemmaontwolegs
summary - lando had the favors in his odds.
find lando by @f1version
summary - as a wag, you are known for helping fans meet lando, so when a kid is in full gear, you know what to do.
paper rings by @podiumnorris
summary - they allow themselves to become undone in each other's touch, and enter a new phase in the relationship.
shhh by @deadaydreams
summary - you're finally able to attend a race, and he gets excited and things get interesting.
the coolest driver by @goldsainz
summary - you didn't know that your siblings would become so attached to lando when you introduced them.
creamin like a pie by @userlando
summary - lando is needy bro.
home is where i get cuddles by @deltaromeo3
summary - lando is just a bit touch deprived.
breakin in the new car by @userlando
summary - the new mclaren needs to be broken in one way or another.
the infamous stream by @norizzandpia
summary - when Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/n’s sappy love.
reckless driving by @norizzandpia
summary - mclaren puts the spotlight on lando and his girlfriend in a sports car with a set of cards...
is this seat taken by @httpiastri
summary - you can't help but having some... interesting thoughts about him when he looks so good.
MAX VERSTAPPEN 01:
do not disturb by @thef1diary
summary - max hates your ex, and he takes the opportunity when it falls right into his hands.
does he take care of you? by @redclercs
summary - max could easily fill your boyfriend's shoes.
decent incentives by @leclsrc (ft. charles)
summary - reader is a bit of a brat and only two people know how to mellow your tude out.
baby steps by @forteafy
summary - your life was set in stone being mercs golden girl, until your rival changed that.
OSCAR PIASTRI 81:
a shoey by @thatsdemko
summary - oscar does his first shoey and wants to give you a taste.
crush by @f1version
summary - one day you tweet about a crush about your brother's new teammate.
aftercare by @httpiastri
summary - how after the deed would be like.
good girl by @httpiastri
summary - oscar is so slow that it's frustating.
so lucky by @httpiastri
summary - multiple rides with oscar in his super fast car.
opposites attract by @piastrisslut
summary - reader and oscar are completely different people and people are surprised that you guys are together.
1:32am by @formulateez
summary - reader and oscar are a little naughty while at a sleepover.
kiss me through the phone by @droolezz
summary - oscar missed you during race weekend, so he decides to give you a call during the night.
celebration countdown by @norrisleclercf1
summary - reader and oscar decide to celebrate his race results before media duties...
jealous man by @charlesslut16
summary - oscar gets a bit jealous when he sees a close friend get a little handsy.
CARLOS SAINZ 55:
chili's angels by @scuderiasundays
summary - carlos can't say no to his little girls, which leaves some explaining to do...
PIERRE GASLY 10:
quickies by @charlesslut16
summary - pierre doesn't normally do quickies, and overhears reader with friends discussing. he decides to change it.
SERIES:
our boy by @norrisleclercf1 (lando and charles)
mini lando by @norrisleclercf1 (lando)
austistic reader! by @adventuringblind (oscar)
scroll down the list, also check out their other work!
#charles leclerc x reader#max verstappen x reader#lando norris x reader#oscar piastri x reader#daniel ricciardo x reader#carlos sainz x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x reader
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Mini Verstappen
Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
Summary: You get a small surprise the first time you visit Max's apartment
Warning(s): Slight angst (if you squint), child from a past relationship (Max), reader coming to terms with her feelings (on screen), ambiguous ending
A/N: I may add more to this in the future. Right now it's just a stand-alone.
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From the moment you met Max, you knew that he was complicated. From his busy schedule, to the people he surrounded himself with when it came to his job. You knew it would be hard to keep up with a guy like him. But you had gotten the greatest shock of your life when you had showed up at Max’s Monaco apartment.
Max knew that you were going to be visiting him, he was the one who invited you to stay with him. And given that you had been doing long distance for about 8 months it only recently seemed like things were turning serious. Max had been very secretive about his apartment, he never invited you over when you had initially met him, and given that you were doing long distance, you only got to talk to him in the morning your time.
You had knocked on his door before he opened it to see him holding a toddler. Your hand dropped from your luggage. This was the last thing you were expecting. “Hey.” He muttered.
“Hi.” You said back. It was all you really could say looking at the child sleeping on Max’s shoulder.
“You should come inside.” He pushed the door open with his free hand. You could hear the light curse in Dutch that he let out under his breath.
As you made your way into Max’s penthouse, you started to internally connect all of the dots. This was why he normally answered you only at night, this was why all of his social media accounts only had work-related things posted on them aside from the few sporadic pictures of his family.
You set your bags by the door, turning to Max to see him place the child on the couch before covering him with a blanket with little F1 cars making up the pattern.
“I normally don’t do this,” He said, his accent coming through.
You furrowed your brows together in question. “Do what?”
Max looked at the couch as if he was pointing to the child. “I don’t normally introduce people that I don’t work with to my son.”
You honestly just felt awkward standing there. You had only really been on a number of dates with Max that weren’t phone calls. You traveled often enough for work that you got to see each other a few days every month or so, but it seemed like things were going rather well between you, you hadn’t expected this however.
“Normally, the women that I start to see don’t last more than 3 or 4 months, then they start to expect things. Getting invited to races and being invited to my apartment.” He offered up. That was maybe one of the reasons why you were here, you never pressured Max into inviting you over. You never asked him for more than he was willing to give.
Max moved to sit on the couch brushing his hair to one side like he couldn’t help but fumble with something given how strange this whole thing was for both of you.
“I’ve never gotten this far with someone since I’ve had him in my life.” It made sense why. He didn’t want someone around his son only for them to leave soon after, not a lot of people could handle taking care of a child as well as being in a relationship with their parent so early on.
“How long have you had him?” You asked wondering how long Max had been a part of his son's life.
“Almost 2 years. My last long-term girlfriend ended up pregnant. At first, she was going to keep him. She gave him up at the last second. She contacted my agent since we ended things not long before she found out.” He seemed to be answering in short sentences, almost as if he was afraid that his English couldn’t keep up with him.
Max was giving you a lot of information, probably because the only people he really got to talk to about this were the guys on the grid - guys who although they were around Max’s age didn’t have a child to take care of by themselves.
You couldn’t help but walk closer, almost dragging your feet but didn’t want to wake the little boy up by doing so. He looked like Max, like he was his little copy, down to the wide smile and the slight quiver in his brow as he slept. You couldn’t help but lightly smile seeing the little boy fist the blanket in his small grip.
You moved to sit next to him waiting to see if he’d say anything else. He didn’t, he just stroked the little boy’s hair away from his forehead. You looked to Max to see his blue eyes turn stormy like he was waiting for you to leave him alone with his son.
Was he waiting for you to run?
“I’m not leaving Max.” You said.
Any other person may have run, but Max having a son from a previous relationship although a little like a wake-up call didn’t make you want to run. It just made you more aware of how serious this would be. It wouldn’t just be the two of you, there was also someone else to consider.
You saw him drop his head into his hands, seeing his shoulders shake as you heard the unmistakable sounds of him sobbing. You hadn’t seen Max cry before. He was just one of those people who knew how to keep his emotions in check. It probably had to do with all the time he spent in front of reporters. He only really let go when it was the two of you, he was all smiles. His eyes would squint when he smiled wide at you, you loved looking at him when he smiled at you over candlelight. His shoulders were relaxed, and he couldn’t stop smiling at you. That was how you knew that he was really happy.
Max didn’t look like that now, his back was stiff. He was hunched over in a way that could possibly hurt his back if he kept it up. This just showed you how uncomfortable he was in the situation.
“You’re the only one who’s stayed long enough to meet him.” He sputtered out.
Hearing that just made your stomach turn uncomfortably.
You laid your head against his shoulder wanting to say something to comfort him, but thought it would be better just to stay there with him.
“He looks like you.” You muttered.
You could feel Max’s shoulders shake again, not sure if he was still crying.
“Victoria said the same thing the first time she saw him.” He said clearly.
You had only met Max’s sister a few times before. She seemed to like you from the conversations that you had.
“I understand why you waited to tell me about him.” You would like to find out his name, instead of referring to him as Max’s son.
“I didn’t want to drop it on you, I just didn’t know how…” Max’s eyes shifted once again to the sleeping boy.
“Well, I am a little bit shocked, and this wasn’t what I was expecting when you invited me to come spend the week with you but I’m up for it,” Max telling you he had a son wasn’t a part of your plans, however, given that you had almost been together a year. It felt nice that he was finally letting you into his world a little more.
He looked up at you, and you could see that he was shocked. His face was completely slacked, his plump lips open. His eyes were still red from crying but could see that they were getting clearer.
“His name’s Nico,” Max offered up.
You felt really tempted to reach over and move Nico’s hair from his eyes but instead just dropped your hand to Max’s lap and whispered against his cheek, “It suits him. Nico Verstappen.”
He looked at you like he wanted to tell you something, instead he just reached for your hand. Clasping them together in his grip he said, "Thank you, for not leaving."
#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#mv33 imagine#mv1 imagine#formula 1 imagine#f1 imagine#Mini Verstappen Series
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The Masterlist
Key:
Fluff
Angst
Light Smut/Smut
SMAU
Multiple
Below is the masterlist of stories that I make. It will, of course be updated over time. It will be sorted by driver :)
Lando Norris
Series/Mini-Series:
Irresistible - In which Lando finally gives into his desire for his best friend's twin sister. Multiple Parts Found Here: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] - complete
Logan Sargeant
One-shots:
A Cold Embrace - In which you go on on an ice skating double date with your boyfriend and his teammate
Max Verstappen
Series/Mini-Series:
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be - In which you are a Red Bull Racing driver who decided to make a song over the summer break about your ex... Who just so happens to be a Red Bull Racing driver - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6][7][8] - Ongoing
Mick Schumacher
One-shots:
My Person - In which you're an angry driver, except when it comes to your golden retriever best friend.
Kimi Räikkönen
One-shots:
Hindsight is 20/20 - In which Kimi's lack of good results in Alfa Romeo get a little overwhelming for him
Lance Stroll
One-Shots:
Business As Usual - Lance trying to pull a business woman with the help of his fans and friends on social media (short, around 1.5k)
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Where Do We Go Now- Lando Norris X Reader
A six part mini series
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Summary: Y/N Gasly is Landos racing strategist and a reserve driver for McLaren. Her and Lando have been best friends for years ever since they both started out in F1. You’d think that being so close they would be the ones together. But Y/N has been in a relationship for years with Max Verstappen. However things aren’t always as they seem with Max and Y/N. Is there relationship perfect? Or is it strictly a business relationship?
And Lando has always had feelings for you so what will happen to your relationship when you find out the truth. Most importantly who will you decide to be with in the end?
Will it be Max?
Or
Will it be Lando ?
The choice is all yours but will you make the right decision? Or the wrong one …
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
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#fanfic#love#x reader#lando norris#lewis hamilton#f1 imagine#daniel ricciardo#formual one#max verstappen#f1#red bull f1#lando x reader#lando norris smut#lando norris x reader#max verstappen x reader#love triangle#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc
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that’s the way i loved you
ೀ landitolover’s f1 masterlist
MAX VERSTAPPEN, 1
♡‧₊˚ getaway car, in which, if charles didn’t care for you, maybe a specific red bull driver he doesn’t really like, will ! ( part two of sdg )
LOGAN SARGEANT, 2
♡‧₊˚ feather, in which logan shoots his shot with a popstar that just got out of a longterm relationship !
LANDO NORRIS, 4
♡‧₊˚ not a lot, just forever, in which lando and his fiancée joke about having kids (cats), but then randomly just drop an actual pregnancy announcement !
♡‧₊˚ head over heels, in which he’s head over heels for the girl who always interviews him !
PIERRE GASLY, 10
♡‧₊˚ girls on film, in which he’s dating everyone’s favorite singer !
CHARLES LECLERC, 16
♡‧₊˚ say don’t go, in which he isn’t the best person to be in a relationship with.. ! (requested)
♡‧₊˚ ferrari’s girl, in which pedri loves to get on charles' nerves by flirting with his girlfriend.. ! (requested)
OSCAR PIASTRI, 81
♡‧₊˚ mini series, dulce hotline. part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight !
ೀ landitolover’s other motorsports
OLIVER BEARMAN, 8
♡‧₊˚ new romantics, in which everyone thinks that she’s dating her skating partner, but her actual boyfriend starts to feel a bit insecure !
LIAM LAWSON, 15
♡‧₊˚ this love, in which everyone adores liam and his girlfriends relationship !
MICK SCHUMACHER, 47
♡‧₊˚ barbie and ken, in which mick and his girlfriend are irl barbie and ken !
#🎀༘⋆ masterlist#𓇼 landitolover#formula one#f1#formula two#f2#motorsports#masterlist#logan sargeant#oscar piastri#charles leclerc#lando norris#lewis hamilton#alex albon#daniel ricciardo
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f1letters' formula 1 fic recs - pt. 1
✨ SURPRISE! ✨ as an early Christmas gift for all of you, and since I will be continuing the 'midnights' series during the holiday season as well, I decided to make a small list with some of my all-time favourite stories!
I tried to include a variety of different drivers to the best of my ability, which was harder than I thought it would be, since some drivers don't have a lot of stories available (every single person writes for alex, lance or esteban deserves a giant smooch from me, I swear), or I don't read them as much. for other ones, I have like 20+ stories saved so it was really hard to stick to only a few! haha
anyways, I hope you enjoy this little present from me and I encourage you guys to check out all of these amazing and talented writers!
happy holidays to all of you lovely people! 💜 - cat
max verstappen | mv1
'long time lovers' || @libraryofloveletters
'little verstappen' || @lxclerc
'traitor' || @lxclerc
'dog days' || @tierneysodegaard || 13 parts
'our dirty little secret' || @timetorace || 2 parts
daniel ricciardo | dr3
'stargazing' || @art-outlaw || 28 parts
'memories hold me hostage' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts
'you abandoned me' || @lovingperfectionsblog || 2 parts
'sweet boy' || @unluckyhoneybee
'twin flame' || @vinvantae || 26 parts
lando norris | ln4
'breaking the rules' || @f1goat || 7 parts
'mini norris' !! @unluckyhoneybee || 2 parts
sebastian vettel | sv5
'after all this time' || @kates-dirty-sister
'chapters from an old book' || @libraryofloveletters
'thin walls' || @tierneysodegaard
pierre gasly | pg10
'pillow' || @illicitlimerence-writes || 4 parts
'one true love' || @mytinycrazymind
'secret' || @mytinycrazymind
'fake it till you make it' || @smoooothoperator || 6 parts
charles leclerc | cl16
'a moment in time' || @hey-kae || 2 parts
'babies and bahrain' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'little enzo' || @mytinycrazymind || 2 parts
'maybe summer doesn't have to end' || @rebelwrites || 11 parts
'the real deal' || @rebelwrites
lance stroll | ls18
'sugar plum' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts
'summer lovin' || @libraryofloveletters
'yule shoot your eye out' || @lovelytsunoda
'the second one' || @unluckyhoneybee
alex albon | aa23
'made in the a.m' || @lovelytsunoda
esteban ocon | eo31
'hot n cold' || @lovelytsunoda
'be my date' || @timetorace || 2 parts
lewis hamilton | lh44
'love you from the sidelines' || @libraryofloveletters
'old flame' || @lostinlewis || 5 parts
'what you can't have' || @luvth0t
mick schumacher | ms47
'dress' || @daydreamingleclerc
'lost in japan' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'romeo & juliet' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'see you later' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'sparkling' || @illicitlimerence-writes
carlos sainz | cs55
'in this lifetime or another' || @libraryofloveletters
'cockblock' || @lxclerc
'nothing happened' || @timetorace
george russell | gr63
'never really over' || @charlewiss-writes
'who you belong to' || @russellsppttemplates
multiple drivers
'bad omens' || @lxclerc || cl16 x pg10
'moth to a flame' || @lxclerc || cs55 x cl16 || 2 parts
'all too well' || @targaryenluv || lh44 x pg10
'are you happy now?' || @oyesmendes || pg 10 x gr63 || 3 parts
PS: if you want, feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments and/or message me! i'm always looking for new fics to read and I'd love to know your favourites! 💜
#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen x reader#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris x reader#sebastian vettel imagine#sebastian vettel x reader#pierre gasly imagine#pierre gasly x reader#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#lance stroll imagine#lance stroll x reader#alex albon imagine#alex albon x reader#esteban ocon imagine#esteban ocon x reader#lewis hamilton imagine#lewis hamilton x reader#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher x reader#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz x reader#george russel imagine#george russell x reader#f1letters#f1 recs
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✨Masterlist✨
Welcome to the Paddock Bunny Masterlist where you will find all of the links to my; fics, one-shots, blurbs, headcannons, lists, preferences, imagines, PWP, smut whatever you want to call it.
🚨This is an 18+ blog and all content will reflect this. If you are not 18+ this blog is not for you.🚨
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Currently Writing For : (1/9/22)
Toto Wolff Daniel Ricciardo Lando Norris Charles Leclerc Pierre Gasly Mick Schumacher Max Verstappen George Russell Lewis Hamilton & now Fernando Alonso
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PLEASE NOTE : All NSFW stories are 18+ and fluff will be marked as 16+ as there may be sexual themes. If a story, one shot, fic etc is marked as (16+) then it is suitable for those of that age. If not it will contain SMUT!
NSFW PROMPT LIST & REQUESTS :
The Drive Home The Art of Desire
SERIES / MINI SERIES :
All Too Well - Page Navigation (ALL CHAPTERS! & updates!)
It Wasn't Supposed to be Like This - part 1 // part 2
NSFW PROMPT LIST & REQUESTS :
Into the Woods "I haven't even touched you yet" Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" "Maybe a peek.....cause your hot"
ONE SHOTS, BLURBS & OTHER :
NSFW A-Z Fluffy A-Z "She Suits You" (16+) Rest and Recuperation (16+) "This has to stop!" (Read TW's before reading!) Screwed
NSFW PROMPT LIST & REQUESTS :
Wearing His Clothes Anywhere, Everywhere & all the f*ing time "You're reading about sex?" "We need to do something about him" Lando Norris & the buzzy little "friend" "That's my sister!" Finally
ONE SHOTS, BLURBS & OTHER :
F*ck Ana! NSFW A-Z
SERIES / MINI SERIES :
We're All Friends Here (x Pierre Gasly) - part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4
NSFW PROMPT LIST & REQUESTS :
Watching p**n together Keeping it within the Team Caught!!!!
ONE SHOTS, BLURBS & OTHER :
The Swimming Pool Repeat Offender
SERIES / MINI SERIES :
We're All Friends Here (x Charles Leclerc) - part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 Ancient History - part 1 // part 2
NSFW PROMPT LIST & REQUESTS :
Wearing His Clothes "Swooning Over Me?" Champagne Problems Sex Tape The Moustache Test Drive Beg
ONE SHOTS, BLURBS & OTHER :
NSFW A-Z That Damn Look (16+)
NSFW PROMPT LIST & REQUESTS : Deepthro*t Good Girl "I need you out of these stupid breeches" "Someone might walk in"
ONE SHOTS, BLURBS & OTHER :
Can you make my heart stop? NSFW A-Z
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MASTERLIST(pt.2)
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I reached link limit on the mobile app and I don’t use my MacBook often enough with this app to keep adding links so this is part 2!
here is part one!
HOCKEY
jack hughes
fuck valentine part two
with feeling
auston matthews
four more years
Matthew knies
the other Matthews
NFL/NBA
more to come! check the first masterlist for more!
SOCCER/FOOTBALL
joão felix
in the sand
Christian pulisic
a blue London
Mason mount
a blue london
they want us to be
pablo gavi
fuck it, it’s fine
fake it — mini series
half past twelve
ruben dias
cookies
Jude Bellingham
the culer
FORMULA 1
pierre gasly
untitled drabble
the art of attraction (it’s always been you)
tale as old as time
charles leclerc
pains
the ways in which Charles shows you he loves you
drought
he’s just ken
feeling better
don’t go
flights to Tokyo
Lewis Hamilton
you belong with me
Carlos sainz
smooth operator
the devils on my shoulders
max verstappen
just an incident
the story of us good riddance
maybe I’m crazy
unknown
Lance stroll
like he would
room 305
the lakes
the archer
something blue
birthday bae
something new
Daniel ricciardo
Monaco lover
the ways in which Daniel shows you he loves you
to live, to learn, and to love
distraction
more of you
Oscar piastri
summer love in flicks
Silverstone
a shoey
wag
under the mistletoe
nyck de vries
Japan is calling
lando norris
ruin that friendship
chef y/n
without you there’s nothing to live for
the devils on my shoulders
making the bed
orange theory
the eras
without me?
yuki tsunoda
all mine… and his too
toto wolff
love thy neighbor
Liam Lawson
you’re on your own, kid
George Russell
junipers dad
Fernando Alonso
it is a glorious sunrise
jack doohan
so what did I miss?
Logan sargeant
he’s so American
INDY CAR
pato o’ward
woodward avenue
the ways in which pato shows you he loves you
payback
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