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"What if the way you hold, is actually holy?" - Guilty As Sin
"I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me" - False God
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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Just Back
Requested: yes
Prompt: 19) "We could watch a movie if one of us didn't always fall asleep."
Warnings: no
It had been a brilliant but long weekend for Charles at Australia. The intense race had left him exhausted as he trudged back to his apartment, his shoulders slumped and his eyes heavy with fatigue. Y/n was stood in the kitchen making some food after Charles had text her that he had landed. Y/n, greeted him with a warm smile as he entered the room. "Hey, how was the flight?" She asked, concern evident in her voice. Charles sighed, flopping down on the couch. "So long." He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Y/n frowned sympathetically, knowing how demanding the races could be on him. "Well, how about we relax and watch a movie?" She suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
Charles chuckled tiredly. "I mean we could, if one of us didn't always fall asleep." He teased, poking fun at Y/n's tendency to doze off during movie nights. Y/n playfully swatted at him. "That only happened once!" She protested, a grin tugging at her lips. "Whatever you say, mon cœur." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Respectfully, it's you who's about to pass out any minute now." Charles feigned offense, putting a hand to his chest dramatically. "Me? Never! I'm a professional sleeper."
As they settled onto the couch with snacks in hand, Y/n couldn't help but notice how Charles was already starting to drift off. "You're not going to make it through the whole movie, are you?" She teased, nudging him gently. Charles shot her a mock glare. "I'm able to stay awake, you, mon cœur, cannot." He declared, his arm now around her shoulders, though his drooping eyelids betrayed his words. Y/n rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Charlie."
Halfway through the movie, Y/n glanced over to find Charles' eyes drooping. She nudged him gently. "Hey, wake up! You promised not to fall asleep." Charles blinked blearily, fighting to stay awake. "I'm not asleep." He mumbled, his eyelids heavy. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at his failed attempt to stay awake. "Okay, babe." She smiled as she felt his head droop onto her shoulder. Charles began to feel the exhaustion creeping in. Despite his best efforts to stay awake, his eyelids started drooping, and before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.
Y/n glanced over at him, unable to suppress a fond smile at the sight of him peacefully asleep. She couldn't help but fall in love with him again as his head tilted to the side, softly snoring. She reached for her phone and snapped a quick picture of Charles with his head tilted back, his mouth slightly open in slumber.
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Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Fantasise pt.1 || Social Media au
Requested: no just trying out diff types of fics tbh
Warnings: ....not a lot I don't think👀
Pablo Gavi x Singer!Y/n
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Kylian Mbappe prompt 8 please :)
Kylain Mbappe (Paris Saint Germain) - Midnight
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Kylian Mbappe (Paris-Saint Germain) - Midnight
Requested: yes
Prompt: 8) One of the parents waking up to tend to the baby
Warnings: nope
In the cozy darkness of their bedroom, Kylian and Y/n stirred from their slumber as the faint cries of their newborn daughter echoed through the monitor on the bedside table. With a soft groan, Y/n reached out to nudge Kylian awake."Kylian." He hummed in response. "Babe, it's your turn." She whispered, her voice laced with exhaustion. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Kylian nodded, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He slipped out of bed, the cool floor greeting his bare feet as he made his way to the nursery down the hall.
As he entered the room, the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the scene before him. Their daughter lay in her crib, tiny fists clenched as she whimpered in distress. Kylian's heart swelled with love and determination as he scooped her up into his arms. "Shh, my little one, Papa's here." He cooed, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. With practiced ease, he cradled her against his chest, rocking her gently back and forth. Drawing upon his repertoire of French lullabies, Kylian began to sing softly, the words weaving a comforting spell around them both. The gentle rhythm of his voice seemed to work its magic, as their daughter's cries gradually softened into quiet whimpers.
With careful movements, Kylian prepared a bottle of warm milk, ensuring it was just the right temperature before offering it to their daughter. As she eagerly latched onto the bottle, he couldn't help but marvel at the tiny miracle in his arms. "You're doing great, ma petite." He murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. For what felt like an eternity, Kylian remained by her side, whispering words of love and reassurance until her eyelids grew heavy with sleep. With a contented sigh, she finally drifted off into peaceful slumber, her tiny chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own heartbeat.
As Kylian emerged from the nursery and returned to their bedroom, he found Y/n watching him with a mixture of amusement and affection. "What?" He asked as he climbed into the bed beside her. "Looks like someone's turned into a softie." She teased, a playful glint in her eyes. Kylian chuckled softly, slipping back under the covers. "Maybe just a little." He sighed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "But only for our little princess." He confessed, his voice filled with warmth. With a shared smile, they settled back into bed, the soft glow of the moonlight bathing them in its gentle embrace. In that moment, surrounded by love and the quiet hum of their home, they knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be.
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how about not stealing gifs?
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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Protective
Requested: yes
Prompt: 33) "Hands off"
Warnings: angst, bit of a weirdo
The media event was buzzing with excitement, cameras flashing, and celebrities mingling. Max, the rising star, navigated through the crowd with his media person, Y/n, by his side. Y/n kept a watchful eye on him, ensuring he fulfilled his duties while also enjoying himself.
As they strolled through the venue, a representative from one of the sponsors approached them. He was slick and confident, his charm oozing as he wrapped an arm around Y/n's waist. Max's expression darkened as he witnessed the unwelcome advance. His whole demeanor had changed. His charming smile had suddenly dropped, he stopped sipping from his drink and he eyed Y/n, looking for any signs of discomfort. "Hey there, sweetheart." The representative said, his hand sliding down Y/n's back. She smiled uncomfortably, hoping he would just just away quickly but he simply did not. Max's jaw clenched, his protective instincts kicking in. "Hands off." He commanded, stepping forward to intervene. "Excuse me?"
Y/n's eyes widened in surprise at Max's sudden assertiveness. "I said hands off. She's my PR manager, not whatever you think she is so let her go." The representative chuckled, but Max's steely gaze didn't waver. "Come on, man, just having a little fun." He said dismissively.
Max reached out to grab Y/n's arm as he pulled her away from the unwanted attention. "Come on, we'll talk to other people." Max said as they walked away. Once they were out of earshot, Y/n let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks, Max. That was...unexpected." She said. She expected him to let go of her but he didn't. He instead took her hand in his and navigated his way towards a drinks table instead. "No one does that to you." Max replied, his voice firm with determination. "I can't believe some people nowadays." Y/n chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Are you jealous, Max?" Max paused, his expression unreadable for a moment. "You were jealous!" She gasped. "No, I'm not jealous." He finally said. "I'm protective. There's a difference."
Y/n studied him, sensing there was more to his words than met the eye. "Okay, Mr. Protective." she teased, nudging him playfully. "Let's get back to enjoying the event." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not- how are you- you're so annoying." Je managed to get out. "Yeah, yeah. You keep telling yourself that."
They continued their stroll, engaging in light-hearted banter as they mingled with other attendees. But despite the jovial atmosphere, a tension lingered between them. As the event came to a close, Max walked Y/n to her car. They exchanged goodbyes, but just as Y/n was about to drive away, Max hesitated.
"Y/n, wait!" He called out, leaning against her car door. "There's something I need to tell you." Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she waited for him to continue. But before Max could say anything else, a group of fans approached, asking for autographs and selfies. "Oh, maybe I should get in the car and discuss this-" He was cut off by Y/n rolling her window up and giving an oh-so-innocent smile. "Have fun, Max!" She grinned as she drove off, leaving Max basically stranded eith the fleeting hoards of fans and nothing but a single bodyguard protecting him in the meantime. Max plastered on a smile, obliging the fans' requests, but the moment was lost. Y/n drove off with a sense of unease, wondering what Max had wanted to say.
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Paul Aron (Hitech) - Pick and Choose
Requested: yes
Prompt: 47) "Wow, you look amazing."
Warnings: none
As the clock ticked past the appointed time, Paul Aron's patience was put to the test. He sat on the couch, tapping his foot in a rhythm that matched his racing heartbeat. Tonight was supposed to be special. They had been planning this evening for weeks, and yet, Y/n was nowhere to be seen. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety. Paul understood that Y/n had been swamped with college assignments lately, but he couldn't shake the worry gnawing at his gut.
Just as he was about to give in to panic, he heard the faint click of the front door. Relief flooded through him as Y/n stepped into the living room, looking frazzled yet undeniably beautiful. "Sorry, I lost track of time," Y/n apologized, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Paul stood up, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "It's okay. I was starting to think you'd been abducted by aliens or something." Y/n chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly as they shared a quick kiss. "I wish that were the case. College has just been overwhelming lately." Paul nodded sympathetically, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand. "Well, you're here now, and that's all that matters. But we better get going if we don't want to miss the event."
Y/n nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I just need a few minutes to change. I couldn't decide what to wear." Paul's eyes sparkled with mischief as he teased. "Well, I can't wait to see what masterpiece you've chosen." With a playful roll of her eyes, Y/n disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Paul to wait anxiously outside. He settled back onto the couch, his mind buzzing with anticipation. Minutes felt like hours as Paul listened to the muffled sounds of Y/n rummaging through her wardrobe. He couldn't help but smile at her indecision; it was one of the many things he adored about her.
Finally, he decided to go and check up on her, peeking in the door to see the room once so tidy and clean now look like a bomb had just been dropped. Paul leaned against the doorway, watching her with an amused smile playing on his lips. "Y/n, we're going to be late." He reminded her, his voice gentle but tinged with amusement. "I know, I know." Y/n replied, her voice slightly panicked as she rummaged through her closet. "I just can't find the thing I wanted to wear!"
Paul chuckled softly, stepping closer to her. "You always look beautiful, no matter what you wear." Y/n paused, looking up at him with a grateful smile. "You're too sweet, but it's not helpful right now." She said, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her.
As the minutes ticked by, Y/n finally settled on a dress, slipping it on with practiced ease. She hesitated in front of the mirror, nervously smoothing down the fabric. "Wow, wow, wow." Paul approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "You look amazing." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. Y/n felt her cheeks flush at his words, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you." she murmured, leaning back into his embrace.
With one last glance in the mirror, Y/n took a deep breath and turned to face Paul. "Ready to go?" She asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Paul nodded, hooking his arm with hers. "Absolutely." He replied, a bright smile on his face. "After you."
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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Betty ft. Charles Leclerc
August: Part 1
The Max side of the story
The morning after the party, Y/n found herself sitting across from Max in a cozy café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Despite the pleasant surroundings, a heavy silence hung between them, each lost in their own thoughts. "Hey, are you alright?" Max asked, reaching across the table to gently place his hand on hers. Y/n forced a small smile, trying to push away the lingering thoughts from the previous night. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, I guess." Max frowned, not convinced by her response. "You seem really quiet. Did something happen last night?" Y/n didn't reply, she simply sipped on her coffee and intently read the pages of her book.
Max reached across the table, concern etched on his face. "Y/n, you've been quiet all morning. Is everything okay?" Y/n sighed. "Actually, I-" Her thoughts wavered as her gaze flickering towards the window where she spotted Charles walking by. He looked in, a small smile on his face as he had his headphones on. Based on the sweat practically dripping off him, she guessed he had just been on a jog or something. Charles spotted her and waved, she gave him a subtle nod before turning the attention back to Max.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied, forcing a smile. Max frowned, unconvinced. "I don't buy it. You seem... off." Y/n hesitated for a moment before deciding to voice her feelings. "It's just... last night at the party. I didn't like seeing you dance with that girl." Max's brow furrowed in confusion. "Oh, that was just Sarah. She's a family friend I haven't seen in years, and she's actually engaged." Y/n's heart sank as she realized her mistake. She had let jealousy cloud her judgment, jumping to conclusions without knowing the full story. "I'm sorry, Max." She murmured, guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders. "I shouldn't have assumed."
Max reached across the table, gently squeezing her hand. "It's okay, Y/n. I understand why you were upset, but I promise there was nothing between Sarah and me." Y/n nodded, grateful for Max's understanding. But even as relief flooded through her, a twinge of guilt lingered in the back of her mind. She couldn't bring herself to tell Max about her encounter with Charles, knowing it would only complicate things further. "Why do you look so guilty now?" Max asked, studying her intently. Y/n bit her lip, trying to come up with a convincing lie. "I guess I just feel bad for overreacting. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you without knowing the full story."
Max's expression softened, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand. "You don't need to apologize, Y/n. We all make mistakes. What's important is that we talk about it and move forward." Y/n nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. But even as she smiled and nodded along with Max's words, a part of her couldn't shake the memory of Charles' comforting presence the night before....and then their kiss.
As they finished their breakfast and headed out of the café, Y/n couldn't help but steal a glance at Charles, who was now sitting at a table by the window, sipping his coffee. Their eyes met briefly, and Y/n offered him a grateful smile before turning back to Max, her heart heavy with the weight of her unspoken secrets.
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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - August ft. Max Verstappen
Requested: no, I just had a dream about it
Prompt: literally just the whole AugustinexJamesxBetty storyline but...reversed ig
Warnings: pretty angsty
The Charles side of the story
Betty: Part 1
Y/n stood amidst the pulsating lights and thumping music of the crowded party, not quite believing her eyes, hoping it was just the lights playing tricks on her. She finally spotted him, dancing closely with a girl she didn't recognize. Y/n sighed as she watched her boyfriend, Max, twirling a girl on the dance floor, the uncertainty and insecurity rising within her. Annoyance prickled at her as she watched them sway together, and without a word, she turned and slipped away into the night, not wanting Max to see her. Little did she know, a certain Monegasque had caught a glimpse of her leaving and decided he should go and check up on her.
Y/n walked out into the cold air, her heels clicking off the pavement she walked on, holding herself for both comfort and warmth.As she walked along the dimly lit street, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn't expected to see Max dancing with some other girl, and it hurt more than she cared to admit. Who was she? Did he know her? Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the car that pulled up beside her until the window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
"Hey, Y/n!" Charles's voice broke through her reverie, concern etched on his features. "What are you doing out here alone?" Y/n blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by his unexpected appearance. "I just needed to leave that stupid party." She replied. Everyone in the paddock admitted that her and Max were the same; when they were annoyed, you could tell. Charles studied her for a moment, his gaze softening. "Something bothering you?" He asked gently, still driving along, matching her pace. Y/n hesitated, then decided to confide in him. "I saw Max dancing with another girl at the party." She admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. Charles's brows furrowed in understanding. "Sorry about that. It must not have been nice to watch." He replied sympathetically. "Yeah, it was," Y/n sighed, grateful for his understanding. "I just... I thought we were good together, you know?" Charles nodded. "You're bothered over him? Have you seen you?" He asked. Y/n smiled to herself as she heard him. "You're not being very helpful right now, Charles."
"Maybe not right now, but if you would like I could drive you home." Y/n stopped, the car stopped almost immediately alongside her. "Really?" He nodded, unlocking the door and pushing it open. "Y/n get in." Y/n grinned, running into the car and putting her seatbelt on. "Okay, let's go." He smiled as they drove off. "So, tell me everything." He said as if he wasn't there watching everything unfold. "Well, I didn't exactly want to go to this. It's a party full of people I don't know and then to make it worse, the one guy I did know decided to go dance with someone else. My boyfriend, danced eith someone else. That's just fucking rude." Y/n ranted on and on for a few minutes about how it annoyed her, while Charles simply navigated the streets until he had gotten onto her street. "I just- it's so aggravating. You know? I'm so mad at him." Y/n said, ending her rant.
"It's okay to feel mad." Charles said softly. "And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you." Y/n smiled gratefully, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thanks for listening, Charles." She said gratefully. "I really appreciate it." Charles smiled warmly. "Anytime, Y/n. i
If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you." He assured her as he parked up outside Y/n's apartment. Y/n's heart warmed at his kindness, and impulsively, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." She whispered. Charles turned and slowly but surely leaned in, kissing her intently. She didn't exactly pull away, but she reluctantly kissed back, cupping his cheeks and melting into his lips. "If this is going to go any further, would you mind if I grabbed your number first?" He felt her smile against his lips. "Of course. Let me just-"
As she pulled away, she reached for her phone to exchange numbers with Charles, but her fingers froze when she saw a message from Max .
Max🧡
Are you okay? I can't find you anywhere?
Charles looked over onto her screen, his shoulders drooped. "I should go." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Charles nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Yes. You can-" He looked down at the phone Y/n had pointed towards him. "I'm still gonna want your number, though." He smiled softly and carefully dialled his digits in. "There you go, Y/n. Hopefully we can meet up soon." With a small smile, Y/n nodded, feeling a sense of empowerment building within her. "Of course we will. You're far too sweet for me to not." She said, getting out of the car. Charles felt his heart skip a beat over and over again as he watched her walk up to her doorstep. He simply drove away dreaming about what their next encounter would feel like, as she typed out a response to Max.
Y/n
Sorry babe, just got tired. I decided to head home. See you soon x
As she lay in bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude towards Charles for being there when she needed someone the most. Her thought however, drifted away from Charles as she remembered her smiling boyfriend, so perfect in every way and so, so loving.
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Kimi Raikkonen (Lotus Era) - Melting the Iceman
Requested: yes
Prompt: 31) "I think I may be falling in love with you."
Warnings: none
Kimi stood looking out of his pit box at the dozens of people standing outside in the hot Bahrain sun. While it looked as though the iceman was lost in thought, while his engineer stood chatting with him, that was far from what was going through his mind. Although yes, his engineer was speaking to him, his focus was instead on the lovely Y/n, a reporter based in England that had caught his eye last season and was by far his favourite person to be interviewed by. Sometimes she could just tell he didn't want to do press and didn't push him for answers and instead faced the consequences by her employers.
Her lovely smile seemed to light up the whole paddock, moreso than any lights that lit up the track. He had it. He needed to tell her, but how? Without making it so awkward? He began walking over towards her. The camera shutters grew louder with each step he walked towards her. Dozens of people were about to capture the exact moment the Kimi Raikkonen was going to confess his love. He coughed gently, catching her attention. "Oh, sorry guys, can we cut the cameras for a quick second?" She asked the crew politely before turning her full attention back to Kimi.
"Ah, Kimi. Is there anything I can do for you?" Y/n smiled as Kimi walked up to her in his usual Lotus gear. "I think I may be falling in love with you." He blurts out. Her smile fades slightly upon his words, that worried Kimi gravely. He awaited her response but was instead faced with silence. Whilst he generally took silence we'll, this was not goinghow he expected it to....but to be fair, he didn't didn't know what to expect. "Way to be blunt." She muttered. Kimi didn't move. Maybe he couldn't. A small smile played on Y/n's lips. "I never imagined the 'Iceman' being so candid. But I appreciate the honesty." Kimi continued on. "I'm not good with words, but I want to get to know you better. So, if possible can we exchange numbers?"
Y/n chuckled, taking out her phone and handing it to the driver. "Sure, Kimi. Let's see where this goes." He smiles and begins typing in his digits, before handing the phone back and smiling. "I'll call you later, Kimi. Sound good?" Kimi nodded. "Perfect." He replied plainly. "Good luck with your show." He smiled softly. "And good luck with the weekend." Y/n smiled right back. Kimi pocketed his phone and returned to the garage. The Lotus crew looked at him confused. "Love struck?" Kimi turned to see his teammate Heikki looking at him, an amused. "Shut up." He mumbled. "So that is a yes?" Kimi shrugged. "Maybe." As Kimi walked away, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He was going to finally get to know Y/n better. Who knows? Maybe this could go further and better than he expected.
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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Go To Sleep
Requested: yes
Prompt: 32) "I could kiss your lips all day."
Warnings: none, just quite short
The dimmed lights blurred as Max Verstappen stumbled slightly on the carpet of the hotel, his arm wrapped around Y/n for support. They had just left a lively celebration, and Max's cheerful laughter echoed through the night. "You know, Y/n, you're like the best thing that's ever happened to me." Max declared with a drunken grin, his words slightly slurred. Y/n chuckled. "I think you've had a bit too much to drink, Max." Y/n whispered, careful as to not wake their neighbours. "No, I'm serious!" Max insisted, his eyes sparkling. "You're beautiful, smart, and you put up with my bullshit. What more could a guy ask for?" Y/n couldn't help but smile at Max's intoxicated sincerity. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky too." Max nodded. "Yeah. Oh, and your boobs?" He paused as they reached the door. "They're like... like the best thing ever." Max fumbled with the keycard, finally managing to open the door.
Once inside, Max collapsed onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh, pulling Y/n down beside him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "You're so sweet, Max." She murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You're amazing." He whispered, his lips now peppering kisses all over her face. "Max, come on. We should get to sleep." Y/n whispered. "I know, I just... I need to tell you how much I love you." Max slurred, his eyes filled with sincerity. Y/n smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I love you too, Max. Even when you're a little... tipsy." Max sighed contently as his eyes closed. "You're so warm. Like a human blanket. I could stay like this forever." Y/n chuckled, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I'm glad you're comfortable, babe." She said, finding herself growing tired now too. "Your lips, Y/n. They're like, the softest thing I've ever felt. I could kiss them all day, and it still wouldn't be enough." Y/n laughed, finding Max's drunken affection utterly endearing. "You're quite the charmer, even when you've had a few too many." Max grinned mischievously. "Maybe I should get drunk more often then. It brings out the poet in me."
"Or maybe, we should get you some water and let you sober up a bit." But Max was having none of it. Instead, he pulled Y/n closer, his lips finding hers with a gentle insistence. "I mean it, Y/n. Your lips are like... magic. I could do this forever." Max grinned lazily, his eyes half-closed. "And I know what you're going to say, but I'm not tired. I just want to cuddle with you forever." Y/n smiled as Max finally laid his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as it calmed him. "You're my everything, Y/n. Seriously, everything." Y/n ran her fingers through his tousled hair, smiling down at him. "And you're my slightly intoxicated, but utterly adorable, everything."
As the night drifted on, Max's words softened into contented murmurs, and soon, he was peacefully asleep, still holding onto Y/n. She watched him sleep, thinking about how even in his most inebriated state, he managed to make her feel cherished.
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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Worship
Requested: yes
Prompts: 16) "I would do anything for you."
29) "Let me take care of you."
32) "I could kiss your lips all day."
40) "Ah, ah, ah, no touching."
Warnings: smut, dom!charles, reader being HUMBLED, overestimulating, edging, kinky (???), oral (f receiveing), angst? But happy ending
Charles stood in the hallway outside Y/n's Hotel room, simply awaiting for her to open the door. The F2 driver had caught his eye when she joined Mercedes during pre-season testing in 2022, and she then joined Formula 2 in 2023. They kept glancing at one another in the paddock, neither brave enough to make the first move. And the came Monaco. Whilst Charles was out after the race on Sunday, they bumped into eachogher and let's just say there was an...entanglement when they headed back to Y/n's hote room. Since then, their meet ups had become more and more regular to the point where they didn't even need to use a race weekend as an excuse to meet up. They would meet up on a random day for no reason. While the whole situation was strictly sex at the moment, Charles felt himself falling for her.
The door opened and before he could say hello, she already had him by the collar, dragging him in the door and kicking it behind them. "You're eager today." Charles managed to say in between kisses. "Have you seen yourself in a suit?" She replied, trying not to break the contact between their lips. She pulled him back until she fell back onto her bed. Charles eagerly hopped on top of her, his chain dangling out from his shirt which had the first few buttons undone. "I could kiss your lips all day." He whispered, as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to kiss her. As their kiss deepened and the sounds of them panting grew louder, Charles and Y/n couldn't help but roll around, twisting in the bed sheets.
"Y/n, I need to talk to you." He murmured into her skin. He looked up as her head fell backwards and her fingers tangled in his hair. "Talk between my legs." She chuckled. Charles clenched his jaw before grabbing her ankles and yanking her down towards him at the edge of the bed. "What are you-" Charles' hand covered her mouth before she could say another word. "You're going to listen to me tonight. You understand?" She arched a brow, not even giving a hum to respond. Charles licked his fingers before trailing them down her toned abs and towards her core. He teased, circling her clit. Her once knotted brows softened at the sensation. "I said, do you understand?" Y/n nodded. Charles took his hand away and pecked a gentle kiss onto her cheek. "Good girl, just relax, mon cœur." He whispered, unbuttoning his shirt agonishingly slow, before throwing it to the floor. Y/n's mouth watered upon seeing him so dominant. While she was used to leading these encounters, she didn't mind this change one bit.
Y/n sat up, looking down towards him. "Charles, I-" Charles shut her up quickly with a kiss. "Shhh mon amour. Let me take care of you." She nodded slowly, lying back down, her hands resting above her head. Charles bit her panties, gently tugging them down between his teeth. Her lips parted as a quiet sigh left her lips. Charles began peppering gentle kisses on each of her thighs, growing closer and closer to her already wet core. "Charles-" She whispered. "Please."
"Oh." She sighed as Charles licked a slick line up her slit, before circling her clit with his tongue. "You like this, mon amour?" Y/n nodded, biting her lips to hide her smile. "I can't hear you. Can you speak up?" He asked, pressing a kiss onto her clit. She hummed in response. "Yes, Charles. I love it." He chuckled. "Oh, you love it?" He smirked, looking up. "You've got such a big ego, don't you?" She giggled as the scruff of his chin scraped her skin. "That's not the only thing."
"I feel like you're just teasing me now, and I don't appreciate-" Her words were stopped as Charles pressed another gentle kiss onto her clit. He looked up, his green eyes locking with hers. He hushed her, watching as she nodded and slowly but surely found her way back lying on his bed. "Good girl." He whispered, before his tongue worked wonders on her. Her moans grew louder with each thrust of his tongue,her fingers tangled in her hair as she felt herself overcome with pleasure. "Charlie, fuck." She whimpered as his nose rubbed off her sensitive bundle of nerve endings. He hummed, sending vibrations through her and that's when it happened. She felt her core tighten, she jolted, feeling herself grow closer and closer to finishing.
Charles traced his fingers down her sides as she looked up to him with doe eyes. She knew what that did to him. It'd get him to work much quicker than just letting him tease her slowly. He looked down at her lips and back to her eyes before grinning. "Okay, new rule." Y/n's head tilted to the side, anticipating his next words. Charles leaned down, kissing her neck hungrily as he took in the scent of her perfume. Her eyebrows knotted in frustration as he teased her with his lips. "What rule could you possibly add?" She whined. "No touching." He whispered, kissing her cheek. Y/n sat up quickly. "No touching? Charles!" She was cut off by Charles taking her lips in his, humming disapprovingly, pushing her back down into the mattress. "Now, now. I said you would listen to me, didn't I?" Y/n nodded. "Yes, but-" Her hands reached for his shoulders, gripping them lightly before Charles grabbed them both with his hands, shaking his head.
"Ah, ah, ah. I said no touching. No exceptions." She groaned as Charles pinned her hands down above her head. "Now, do you want me?" He asked. Y/n nodded. "That is a stupid question." Charles' expression didn't change in the slightest. "Then answer me." Y/n gasped as he squeezed her wrists together. "Oh please, Charlie. Fuck me." Charles finally unzipped his pants and sunk into her. Her grip on his shoulders grew so tight, she felt white marks from her nails. "Oh, Ch-Charles." She managed to scream as she couldn't keep up with his thrusts. In all fairness, he wasn't going to last long either with all the teasing he had been doing. "Oui mon amour. Crie mon nom." She could barely form a sentence, she could just about scream his name and they didn't care how loud they were. This was easily some of he best sex either of them have ever had. "Harder, Charles." Not only did he go harder, he went deeper, to a place he'd never quite ventured to before with her. He lifted her legs up around his shoulders and buried himself deeper into her, watching as she came undone from beneath him.
"Charlie, you feel so good." She purred, gripping onto his biceps. He grinned, his pace becoming sloppy. He felt himself twitching inside her as he grew closer and closer before he pulled out, not wanting to finish so soon. Y/n groaned yet again. "Charlie, I haven't finished yet." She sighed as Charles pulled out. "I know, but-" Charles lay down beside her. "Sit on my face." Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Sit on your face?" He nodded. "Let me worship you." Y/n nodded, propping herself up and preparing to sit down. "Mon cœur?" She looked down to him,his face already wet from her. "Hold that headboard, and whatever you do, don't stop." She smirked and sat. She felt his warm tongue run up her pussy before her lips began to move rhytically. Her head fell back in pleasure as he felt herself having to grip onto the headboard for stability.
"I don't feel like doing all this work, Charlie." Y/n teased as she stopped. What she didn't expect, was for Charles to sit up and push her onto her back as he relentlessly fucked her with his tongue. As if that didn't feel good enough, his nose hitting off her clit, his scruff scratching her skin, all that was enough for her to feel like she was coming undone. "Oh, Charles! Oh fuck, yes!" Her moans grew louder and louder as Charles looked up to her. He himself yearned for the relief of his orgasm but he wasn't going to finish first. "Charles, I'm going to cum!" Her fingers pulled at his hair as she felt herself growing closer to her orgasm. “Could you make those little sounds a little bit louder? I want everyone on this floor to hear you. I want them to know that it's Charles fucking Leclerc who's got you like this, mon cœur.” He says before she felt herself crumbling. "Charles!" She screamed, as Charles drank her all in like liquor. He lifted himself and kissed her cheeks as she lay there shaking from the overstimulation she had just gone through. "Have you cum?" Y/n asked.
"Not yet. Are you okay?" He asked. Y/n nodded, smiling as she reached up for a kiss. "Now, let me take care of you." Charles' eyes couldn't help but stare as she climbed on top of him, holding onto the wall for support. His hands gently glided over her shorts. "Y/n?" She smiled gently, looking down through hooded eyes. "Do that thing I like." She bit her lip and nodded, before she sunk down onto him, waiting for a moment for them both to get used to the feeling before her hips began at a slow pace. Charles' eyes fluttered and his head fell back. His lips parted and Y/n took the opportunity to kiss him softly, as a small token of appreciation. "You look so pretty." Y/n whispered. "Mmh. You taste very good." Charles replied, his hands roaming up towards her breasts and cupping them. He left small kisses on them, making sure not to mark her. No one needed to know about their deeds.
He felt himself grow closer and closer to his release and Y/n could feel it as his hands fell to her hips, his grip tightened and his head nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing her to muffle his moans. "You close, Charlie?" She whispered in his ear. "Y-yes." He replied, speaking through a whimper. Her pace quickened and before she knew it he had finished. She helped to ride him through his orgasm, in return he kissed her gently. "You okay now, Charlie?" He nodded in response as the pair locked lips one final time and Y/n slowly raised herself off him.
"Fuck." She mumbled as she lay next to him. "That- that was different." When Charles didn't reply, she turned to him with a reassuring smile and cuddled up to him. "But, it was a good different." Charles swallowed the lump in his throat before he turned and looked into her eyes. "I don't think we should do this anymore." Charles said. Y/n arched a brow and looked at the Ferrari driver. "What do you mean?" She asked. "If this isn't leading anywhere I don't want to do it." Charles said, getting up out of bed. Y/n sat up and watched as he got dressed, opening and closing her mouth trying to find something to say. "I didn't know you wanted it to go somewhere. We said it's just sex." Y/n said.
"That was in May of last year. Since then, we have not only been having more sex, but we've also been going on trips, meeting eachother's families, and not to mention, you basically live in my apartment." Y/n just stared. "Which one?" She tried to make a joke but it didn't land well. "Both! When you head to Prema, you're in my apartment and when you're in Monaco you're there too. The only time I went to your hotel room was Monaco and Abu Dhabi and we stopped that because your mother knocked the door while I was there. And to make that worse, you tried to hide me. Like you were ashamed of me!"
"I am not ashamed of you. Why would I be ashamed of-"
"Then stop acting ashamed! Stop pushing my hand away whenever we're around people! Just stop! If it's not going anywhere, I don't want it!" Y/n's chest rose and fell quickly. "I love you. If you don't love me, I don't want to be here." Y/n watched as Charles walked out. She couldn't follow him, she physically couldn't. She instead got herself dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She missed Charles and it had only been a matter of minutes since he left. She didn't know whether she liked him or not. She hadn't been seeing anyone other than him for a while now. She stopped going on dates with other guys, she removed them all too. The only guy she had on her phone that wasn't family or work related was Charles and looking at her call log, they called every single day.
She wasn't ashamed of him. If anything, she wanted to let everyone know that she was the one who stole the heart of Charles Leclerc. The only problem was her team had built up this image of her being a girl who doesn't need a man. Where they against her dating? No. Where they against her being in a relationship with racing drivers? For some obscure reason, yes.
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Charles sat at the breakfast table in the Ferrari hospitality, his spoon clinking against the ceramic bowl as he absentmindedly stirred his cereal. His brows were furrowed, and a frown tugged at the corners of his lips, clearly preoccupied with something that was bothering him. As he contemplated his thoughts, he didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching him until a familiar figure slid into the chair opposite him. Y/n, his secret fling, sat down with a tentative smile, but her eyes betrayed a hint of sadness.
"Morning." She murmured, her voice gentle yet tinged with regret. Charles glanced up, his expression softening slightly at the sight of her. "What are you doing here?" He asked, though his tone held no hostility, only genuine curiosity. Y/n hesitated for a moment before speaking, her gaze flickering down to her hands clasped together on the table. "I... I wanted to apologize." She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "For last night. And every other night in all honesty. You were right, and I shouldn't have acted so ashamed of you." His eyebrows rose in surprise, curiosity piqued. "Ashamed?" Charles chuckled as if she'd just told him a joke, his mind replaying the events of their argument from the night before.
Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I was afraid of what people might think if they found out about us." She confessed, her words coming out in a rush. "But that's not fair to you, Charles. You deserve better than that." There was a moment of silence as Charles processed her words, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. He had been hurt by her reaction, but now seeing her vulnerability laid bare before him, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. "I understand." He finally replied, his voice soft as he reached across the table to gently squeeze her hand. "Youre trying to be your own driver and you don't need me linked to you you make a name for yourself. All I'm saying is you don't need to be ashamed of us. I care about you, Y/n. And I'm not afraid to admit it."
Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at his confession. "You still do?" She whispered, a mixture of disbelief and hope coloring her tone. Charles nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes." He affirmed, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with her. "I still do." A sense of relief washed over Y/n as she felt the weight of their unspoken feelings finally lifted from her shoulders. With a shy smile, she leaned forward, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek tenderly. "I care about you too, Charles." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know." The couple stared at eachother for a while before Y/n sighed. "I can't. It's been too long since I last kissed you." She said, before leaning over the table and planting a gentle kiss onto Charles' lips. "I think everyone is looking." Charles whispered, slightly surprised by her actions. "Then they can look. I just want everyone to know how much I love you."
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Casually scheduled all my fics for this week and....yeah good luck lollll
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Lando Norris (McLaren) - Shopping
Requested: yes
Prompt: 16) "I would do anything for you."
Warnings: so fucking short
Lando and Y/n strolled through the aisles of the grocery store, their trolley filled with an assortment of items. As they approached the condiment section, Y/n eyed the pesto sauce on the top shelf, just out of her reach. "Hey, babe, can you grab that pesto for me?" Y/n asked, pointing to the elusive jar. Lando, ever the eager boyfriend, grinned confidently. "I'd do anything for you!" He flexed his muscles playfully before reaching up to get the pesto. However, reality had other plans, as his fingertips barely grazed the bottom of the jar. "Except grab me a jar of pesto, it seems." Y/n chuckled. Lando scratched his head, scanning the aisle for options. "Well, they say love conquers all, but maybe not the top shelf. How about we find someone that works here?"
Y/n laughed. "Sure, or I could just get it." Lando scoffed. "And how are you gonna do that?" Y/n grabbed one of the stools an employee had been using until he left to go tend to another customer. "Just about perspective, Lando. Off your pop!" Lando placed the stool beneath the shelf, confidently climbed up, and triumphantly grabbed the pesto jar. He handed it to Y/n with a flourish, "See, I told you I'd do anything for you!" Y/n grinned. "Well, you did eventually. I appreciate the effort."
Lando chuckled. "Do you think that maybe I should add 'grocery shelf height' to my training regimen. You never know when it might come in handy." Y/n giggled. "Cause that's all you need. To add more to your bloody workout!" Lando frowned as he curled his arms around Y/m and rested his chin on her shoulder. "We are in public and people know you. Will you get a grip, Mr Norris?" Y/n mumbled, glancing over her shopping list. "No, I'm gonna become your professional shopper and I won't stop until I successfully get one item without the aid." Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile. "Just stick to the racing, babes. I'll handle the grocery challenges."
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