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the cat sitter (part 13) ✧ max verstappen
max verstappen x fem! reader
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loosely inspired by the story on how max lost his cat
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yourusername GUYS DONT WORRY NO CATS WERE HARMED WHILE TAKING THIS PHOTO 🧎♀️
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maxverstappen1 Told you I’m a good teacher
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 ─ 𝐀𝐀𝟐𝟑 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
─ summary . . . ❨ the rumoured crush of central cee opts for the track rather than the stage ❩
─ pairing . . . ❨ alex albon x fem! influencer! reader ❩
─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩
─ author note . . . ❨ requested by anon "because we see little to none— could we get a soft launch sm au with alex albon" okay so this was kinda rushed but I loved doing this so much cuz I fr laughed so much while writing this ❩
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TIKTOK HOE
how much are they paying you?
ALBON. NOT TURNER?
who?
TIKTOK HOE
cerave
ALBON. NOT TURNER
50k why?
TIKTOK HOE
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I trained you better than this alex
what happened to all those infulencer 101 lessons huh?
always extort as much as you can out people for your own personal gain
ALBON. NOT TURNER
oh yeah then lie to my audience and get cancelled and take a break for a month and come back with a dance video like senna mae right
TIKTOK HOE
glad to see my time has not gone to waste
ALBON. NOT TURNER
I'll ask for 150k and take a shirtless insta post and then make a tiktok to hit me baby one more time
TIKTOK HOE
you have learned well, young grasshopper
also dropping our relationship with a sponsor....
really alex?
my manager would be proud
ALBON. NOT TURNER
man gotta do what a man gotta do
gotta monetise everything in this economy
we need to buy moonshine a new bed
TIKTOK HOE
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I will marry you I stg
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CEE NOT THE D-
dame
Y/N I could treat you so much better than him
I mean you have taste and are a queen
but you are stuck with him...
TIKTOK HOE
this is alex speaking
aka him
tbh i understand you point...
but stay pressed
hope you have a great day
also here's a pic of us
cry about it
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[3k] too many shots and a bet leads to a very interesting night out. it's just a shame neither of them can remember it and the whole world is discovering the details alongside with them.
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RING! RING!
The first thing you were painfully aware of was the annoying shrill of your phone echoing from some distant corner of the room.
RING! RING!
The second thing was the fact you had forgotten to close the blinds last night, meaning the blinding rays of the Nevada sun were doing their best job in dragging you out of your comforting slumber like irritating parasites.
RING! RING!
And the third thing was that whoever was trying to call you was seemingly very insistent to get in contact with you, if the three calls in a row (that you were so far aware of) were anything to go by.
RING! RING!
“Oh my god,” you groaned as you pulled the edges of the pillow over your ears, hoping it would muffle the ringing shrills. But when the phone continued to ring and the noise only seemed to get louder, you were forced to throw your hand out and blindly try to grasp the cursed device in hopes of making the noise stop.
Your fingers wrapped around the buzzing phone, your eyes still firmly kept shut as you kept tapping the screen until the ringing stopped before you brought it to your ear. “You better have a good fucking reason for calling me.”
“I hope you are doing something you enjoy.”
You frowned, your brain taking a few moments to process the voice coming through. “Arthur?”
“Like, I hope you are fulfilling your lifelong wish right now.”
“What the fuck are you on about?” You grumbled, exhaustion hitting your body just as badly as the rays of sunlight shining through the open blinds were. “It’s too early for your riddles.”
“I am just saying that I think you should be doing something you love before Charles kills you.”
You let out a non-committing hum. “And why would he kill me?”
“Many reasons but I think getting married in Vegas last night is easily the top of the list right now.”
Your eyes shot open when you heard the words leave Arthur’s mouth. It felt like ice had doused your entire body as you quickly sat up in the hotel bed, now painfully aware of the pounding headache that only tequila could give you.
“WHAT?”
“Congrats, by the way. I do pity the poor guy you locked up though.”
Now painfully aware of the situation, your eyes grabbing onto any detail that would hopefully prove your brother wrong. Unfortunately, all you seemed to find was evidence that he was telling the truth if the white dress, the horribly large costume jewelry ring on your finger and the abandoned veil with ‘NEW BRIDE’ on the floor were anything to go by.
“Oh my fucking god,” you breathed out, feeling though as you were going to empty your stomach’s contents any moment now. “How do you know? Why didn’t you stop me?!”
“I wasn’t with you! I just opened Twitter and found pictures of my sister outside a wedding chapel and all over some random guy!”
“I married a stranger,” you hissed out, your lips parting in shock. Tequila made you do many questionable things, but even this was bad for you.
“He’s your husband, it’s a bit offensive to call him a stranger.”
“Arthur, I swear to god—” You cut yourself off as your eyes fell on the large lump in the bed next to you. It took you an embarrassingly long time to realise it was another human. It took you even longer to tear your eyes away from the cheap suit he was wearing before you looked up at his face. “Oh my fucking god.”
“What?”
“Charles is going to kill me,” you breathed out, your heart pounding like it was lodged in your throat.
“Yes, we established that when I called you—”
“Charles is going to kill me when he finds out I married Max,” you continued, lost in your own daze that you barely acknowledge your spluttering brother on the other side of the phone.
“YOU MARRIED MAX VERSTAPPEN?!”
Unfortunately for Arthur’s sake, you quickly hung up the phone. You could barely process the fact the Dutch driver was currently passed out on the bed next to you, let alone doing so with your brother screeching in your ear the whole time. The phone was abandoned on the bed as you stared at the Dutchman, your brain working on overdrive as you tried to work out what to do next.
So, you did what any reasonable person would do and shoved him off the bed.
“OW!”
You froze for a moment before you crawled over to the other side of the bed, peaking over the edge and down at Max who was currently groaning on the floor from his impromptu wake up call.
“What the fuck was that about?” He grumbled, blinking a few times before he realised who was hovering over him. “What the fuck are you doing in my hotel room?”
“This is actually my hotel room,” you replied.
“Oh,” he muttered. “Then, what the fuck am I doing in your hotel room?”
“Well, it’s what a married couple do,” you commented.
Max’s brows furrowed together. “What?”
You lifted your left hand, the ring now on display and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head before the realisation hit him. “Do you think this counts as our honeymoon?”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
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“How did this happen?”
“Tequila,” you muttered with your nose scrunched in disgust as you watched the Dutchman begin to pace the hotel room. If you cared enough, you would be concerned about him wearing down the carpet. Though as of the current moment, your priorities were currently elsewhere.
Max turned to look down at the certificate he had found stranded beside your veil on the floor, your names and signatures clearly printed on the piece of paper—which took out the small piece of hope that this was just some elaborate prank set up by Arthur.
“How did we get that drunk though?” Max questioned, his brows furrowed together. If he wasn’t so confused, he would be more embarrassed at the fact he clearly couldn’t handle his alcohol as well as he once could.
“Well, it’s your fault,” you commented casually, which had the boy whirling around to face you.
“How is this my fault?” Max scoffed.
“You made the bet!”
Max’s frown deepened. “What bet?”
“At the hotel bar,” you stated like it was a basic fact he should have remembered. “When I bumped into you—”
“We bumped into each other,” Max chided.
“—you were the one to suggest shots,” you pointed out.
Max gave you a look. “How is that a bet?”
“Because you said I couldn’t outdrink you. I said you would be a sore loser. And then you bought us ten shots each.”
He blinked. “Huh.”
“I’m pretty sure it was also your idea to go to another bar afterwards when we got kicked out the hotel bar,” you said in a sing-song voice.
Max scoffed. “Absolutely not. You were the one that said only losers go to bed after one bar.”
You shrugged. “I stand by it.”
Max let out a laugh, a little breathless like he was trying to hide it. He shook his head, glancing down at the certificate one more time before shrugging. “It’s not really that bad, to be honest. A bit embarrassing, but what people don’t know won’t hurt them.”
Your expression turned sheepish. “About that…”
“Who knows?” He asked in a blunt voice.
“Well, Arthur knows,” you started.
“That’s not that bad,” Max scoffed, his shoulders relaxing. “Wait. Charles doesn’t know, does he?”
“Not yet,” you said before quickly continuing. “But he probably will because the paparazzi caught us last night and now the pictures are all over the internet.”
Max blinked. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO START WITH THAT?”
“You’re grumpy when you wake up!” You defended, watching as the boy rolled his eyes at you.
“The whole world thinks we are married!” Max countered before sputtering out a laugh. “Well, we are married. Or we aren’t. I’m still not totally sure but I don’t need your brother chopping off my balls over it!”
“He wouldn’t!”
Max shot you a look.
“Okay, he would,” you grimaced before giving him a shaky smile. “But he doesn’t know yet so we should be in the clear—”
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
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“Okay, I have good news and bad news.”
Max looked at you expectantly. “And?”
“Bad news: Charles now knows,” you said with a shaky smile. “Good news: he doesn’t know it’s you!”
Max pressed his fingers into his temples, trying to rub soothing circles. “Fucking hell.”
“But also bad news: he is coming here right now as we speak so we should probably—” You started, fully set on grabbing what you needed and hiding out somewhere else in the hotel until Charles calmed down. However, your plans were put on hold when you heard a groan from the bathroom.
“CAN YOU BOTH PLEASE SHUT UP?”
Your gaze caught Max’s as you stared at each other, both with expressions mixed between confusion and surprise. A few seconds passed before you were both clambering off the bed, heading towards the bathroom where you threw the door open and scrambled to turn on the light before you both froze in the doorway at the sight in front of you.
“Now that was unnecessary.”
You gaped at the sight of Yuki curled up in the bathtub, dressed in a similar looking suit to the one Max was wearing along with what you were certain was the shower curtain placed over him like a blanket. He had a pillow behind his head and sunglasses over his eyes, and for all intents and purposes, he looked fairly comfortable.
“Oh my god,” you breathed out. “I married two drivers last night?!”
“I hope you at least married me before Yuki,” Max grumbled, only to let out a small wince when you elbowed him. “God, you’re a difficult wife.”
“Kinda going through something,” you snapped back before your eyes moved back to the Japanese driver. “I can’t believe I married you and Yuki.”
The driver in the tub let out a scoff mixed with a laugh. “Please, you didn’t marry me. You’re not my type.”
You blinked, unsure whether or not you should have been offended by his comment.
“The ring on your finger says otherwise, mate,” Max commented, the ring a matching one with the one that was currently on your left hand.
“I married someone but not you,” Yuki said as he waved you off, nuzzling his face back into the pillow. “And our wedding was much classier than yours.”
“I—” You frowned. “You remember?”
“Yeah, you said you wanted witnesses,” Yuki grumbled, bringing the shower curtain up until it was tucked under his chin. “You also dragged Lando out so he would take your photos.”
Max gaped. “Lando was there? Lando knows?!”
“Yes, now can you please go bother him?” Yuki muttered under his breath. “And turn the lights off as you leave. Only wake me up when you order food.”
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“Don’t make me an accomplice in your crimes.”
“Shut up and let us in.”
You weren’t surprised to find that Lando and Logan were already in the room, both with looks of amusement on their faces as they watched you and Max wander in—still dressed in your wedding clothes from the night before.
You wanted to slap the smug looks off their face.
“Is it really a good idea to hide here?” Max asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, feeling as though the headache pounding through his head had nothing to do with the alcohol he consumed last night and more to do with the mess you both had created.
“It buys us time,” you insisted.
“On the chance that Arthur doesn’t rat you out,” Logan added.
“You told Arthur where I was?” Your eyes widened before you turned to look at Oscar. “Do you want me dead?”
“You know, something about the way you’re wording that makes me feel like it’s a trick question,” Oscar commented with a suspicious look on his face.
“Oh my god, I’m going to die today,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head.
“It’s kinda romantic that you guys will die together,” Lando chimed in as he grinned between you and Max.
“If I survive today, I’m going to run you over,” Max threatened with a strained smile on his lips.
Lando snorted, shrugging. “Yeah but the chances of that happening are low so…”
“Your brother doesn’t even know my room number,” Oscar pointed out. “It will take him ages to convince the desk to give it to him or even hunt—”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“This is what English teachers meant when they taught us poetic irony,” Lando laughed, all giddy and happy.
“Like you paid attention,” you grumbled, eyes narrowing on the boy before you turned back to the door. “Don’t answer it.”
Oscar’s eyes widened. “I can’t not answer it.”
“Yes, you can,” you said bluntly. “Just don't open the door.”
“He knows we are in here,” he hissed.
“We don’t know that for sure.”
“OPEN UP! I CAN HEAR YOU! SOMEONE OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD—”
“Even more reason not to open the door,” you said, pressing your lips together to hide the wince that you wanted to let out as Charles thumped on the door again.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Max grumbled as he quickly stood up, ignoring your pleas to just pretend your brother didn’t exist. He reached the door, yanked it open and braced himself for the wrath of an angry Charles Leclerc.
Much to his surprise, the Monegasque barged straight past him and headed straight for Oscar instead.
“You!” Charles gritted out through clenched teeth as he reached to grab Oscar’s collar, firsting the material in his hands. “What do you have to say to yourself?”
Oscar’s eyes widened as Charles backed him into a wall. “What?!”
“Marrying my sister in Vegas? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Charles continued.
It didn’t take long for Lando to descend into a fit of giggles, practically on the floor if it weren’t for the fact Logan was keeping him on the bed. Somewhere still standing by the door, Arthur stood with an amused look on his face that only grew wider when he saw your confused and shocked expression too.
“I didn’t marry your sister!” Oscar said to him, trying to push the boy away but he was latched on tightly. “I was literally in bed by nine!”
“Loser,” Logan grumbled under his breath.
Charles faltered, his eyebrows furrowing together. “What?”
“I wasn’t the guy to marry your sister,” Oscar repeated, finally managing to pull Charles’ hands off him. “I don’t think there is enough alcohol in the world for me to do that.”
“First Yuki and now him,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“If you didn’t marry her, then who did?” Charles questioned.
It was almost comical how quickly everyone turned to look at Max, who was still standing by the door and looked like he was contemplating just dashing out the room.
“You,” Charles muttered out, his eyes narrowing on the Dutchman.
“In my defence,” Max started as he gave the boy a smile, though it didn’t seem as confident as he was hoping it would be. “I didn’t know I married her either.”
“I am right here,” you huffed. “Jesus Christ.”
“I am going to—”
“Nothing. You’re going to do nothing,” you jumped in, taking a step so you were blocking his line of vision of Max. “It’s just a…phoney, fake marriage. It’s not that big of a deal, Charles. People will forget by next weekend anyways.”
“Uh,” Logan cleared his throat. “It’s actually very legal all over the US and in some other places—”
“Shut up, Logan.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Charles narrowed his eyes on you. “You’re not allowed to marry him.”
“I already did,” you pointed out with a sheepish expression.
“I don’t care.”
“Charles,” you stepped towards him, though the boy still looked like he was contemplating parading into the paddock with Max’s head on a stick. “Charlie, please. Don’t do something stupid because you’re annoyed.”
“I want to cut his dick off,” Charles told you.
“I know.”
“And you can no longer have alcohol unsupervised.”
“That’s a tad dramatic.”
“And no consummating the marriage.”
“That would be difficult to do if you cut off his dick anyways.”
“Can we stop talking about my dick?” Max chimed in with his hands locked in front of him, almost protectively.
Charles sighed. “But I promise I won’t kill either of you. Today.”
You grinned as you reached towards your brother, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. “Thank you.”
“You should tell Maman before she finds out through the internet,” he murmured, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Maybe shower first. You stink of tequila.”
“That would be kinda hard to do considering Yuki is currently asleep in my bathtub,” you commented.
Charles opened his mouth to reply but just shook his head. “I’m not even gonna ask.”
“Good, because I don’t have answers,” you murmured with your lips turned down. “And he’s really snappy when you try to get them from him.”
Charles snorted.
“So, that’s it?” Lando suddenly spoke up from behind you both. “God, that was not worth getting out of bed for. I expected more drama.”
“I’m still pissed at you,” you told the Brit, who just grinned.
“I’ll send you the photos later, don’t you worry,” he said like he didn’t just hear the words that left your mouth. “Maybe one of them will inspire angry Charles again.”
“Please don’t,” Max grumbled.
“It won’t be necessary because we are finding a divorce lawyer,” Charles stated simply, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head before he began making his way to the door, nodding for Arthur to follow him. “Both of you get dressed. We are leaving in an hour.”
Both you and Max gaped at the boy, but he didn’t notice.
“And someone take one for the team and wake up Yuki. I vote Lando.”
Lando frowned. “Woah, wait a second–”
“ONE HOUR PEOPLE!!”
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oscarpiastri sometimes i wonder if you just enjoy pushing charles over the edge
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user it was real?????
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user this is some wattpad level stuff wtf the book tropes????
user i need to know how charles reacted when he found out
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maxverstappen1 i mean it was an accidental name but i guess it suits you
yourusername you like meeeee, admit it :)
maxverstappen1 i think i legally have to agree because you're my wife
yourusername damn don't sound too enthusiastic about it
user i just know charles lost years of his life over this
landonorris uh photo creds?
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charles_leclerc you are a leclerc, not a verstappen
yourusername the marriage certificate says otherwise
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pascaleleclerc welcome to the family maxverstappen1
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charles_leclerc MAMAN WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON????
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CARLOS SAINZ
the night we met || you died, he gets haunted with your love. for a short period of time, though…
CHARLES LECLERC
closet junk || joking and pranking turn into traumatizing your friend, in his own room
Still winning in the end || haters are going to hate, but you’re still the one with charles
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still winning in the end || charles leclerc smau
summery ; people just hating, nothing weird
warnings ; just people hating, fat shaming, i’m not the most sentimental person and never know what to say, you will see
authors note ; faceclaim for this story is elsa hosk, meaning people shaming y/n in this story are not shaming the face claim!
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charles_leclerc my sweet y/n, my world. you are the most amazing person that fell into my world, literally. you were supporting me through everything, even when you had your own problems to worry about. the world is a cruel place for someone as amazing as you. they don’t know how sweet you are, they don’t know who you really are.
i was yours, before you even saw me.
to all the people shaming and hating her, you are the worst kind of people, and i hope you realize. you are not my fan and not my supporter.
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How to write smut ?
(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )
writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?
"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."
or this?
"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."
One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.
express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.
writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".
are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:
whimpered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed
shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body
swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting,
nibbling, tugging, pressing, touching, licking, flicking,
wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees
holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to
he sighed with pleasure
her skin flushed
he planted kisses along her jawline
her lips turned red, messy, kissed.
his hands were on his hair, pulling him.
light touches traveled down his back
he arched his back, his breath shuddering
her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.
sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)
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subtle intimacy is so soft. knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”
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closet junk || charles leclerc
summery; you and charles decide to prank pierre as he was taking a shower, but fate decided that he didn’t need a heart attack, just a trauma.
warnings; slight smut, first time written smut, no punctuation, french translated from the internet, probably a hell lot of bad sentences.
authors note; this is my second time posting on here and i just decided it would be slight smut with a bad plot😮💨. y’all and im actually starting to like writing until i forget all the words i want to use🫶🏽
your giggles were echoing through the small closet and charles had to quickly cover up your mouth with his hand.
there was a small smile on his lips, as he pushed you hard, but soft against the wooden wall, trying to make room for the both of you.
“you have to be silent, ma chérie. or else it won’t be a surprise anymore.”
his movement made your skirt ride up a bit and you pushed your hands between your two bodies to flatten it out again, not noticing what it did to him as your hand stroked past his now growing bulge.
“chérie,” he choked out into your ear.
your eyes snap up towards him, before looking down to see what made him react like that and the only reaction you could give was a laugh that got muffled by his hand.
“it’s not funny.” your laugh had made him press his hips harder against you, his erection pressing now just under your stomach.
you shakes your head mockingly, but unexpected, he moved his hand down from your mouth, to your hips, to just beneath your skirt and then up again under your skirt.
“should we see just how wet you are for me, now?”
your gasp was very audible, now there was nothing to stop the sound anymore, as he let his fingers move between your thighs.
he let his finger tips graze down the hill of the cotton panties you had been wearing.
pushing your hips against his hand for more friction, you put down your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily and immediately forgetting where you are the moment he pressed his thumb against your clothed clit.
“so wet, chérie,” he chuckled near your ear. “so wet and desperate for me.” his voice was gruff and his accent got thicker that it had made you move your hands to grab his hair for support.
“Qu'est-ce qui était si drôle déjà, ange?” he pinched your clit one more time through your pantie, before letting his thumb run in circles. what was so funny again, angel?
you threw your head back in pleasure, whimpering as you started pulling his hair.
“i’m sorry,” you whispered desperately. “please, charlie.”
“a sorry is not enough when you know what to do.”
a scream so loud interrupted your dirty talk and you immediately pushed charles away from you, making him fall against the doors of the closet and land on the ground.
a horrified pierre is standing in the doorway of the hotel bathroom with a towel around his waist.
#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x female reader#drabble#smut#charles smut#f1#pierre gasly#f1 imagine#imagine#one shot#closet fingering🤞🏽#i’m dead if my parents find this#pray for me#charles#closet my best friend
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MAAM WHO DO U THINK U R?! THE NIGHT WE MET WAS TOO GOOD. AJJSKSKSKSJS I LOVED IT🤭🤭 I WILL DEF BE SENDING REQUESTS IN THE FUTURE!
no bc i just woke up and this made my entire day😭🫵🏽 ilysmm🫶🏽
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the night we met || carlos sainz
based on the song "the night we met"
summery; after your death he has the feeling hes being haunted by the love of you, for a short period of time.
warning; mention of not eating, grieving, asshole behaviour (?), carlos not being the best in a relationship, short period of time grieving, like very short for someone you loved very much, no punctionation for most part of it, bad spelling
authors note; so this is kind of my first one shot, pray for me, and i’m posting this to just test it out if i really like writing. so, i’m not expecting that this is really good.
I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
it lingered.
it didnt leave as they way you had left him, without any warning.
it never was an option. it was either you live together or you live apart on this small world.
but living alone while knowing one of you wasnt here anymore was never was an option.
but it still got chosen.
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
he didnt know what his purpose was anymore.
he didnt have any without you.
he tried to continue, but his heart always held him back.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
everywhere he went, you always followed him, like a ghost.
when he would go out with his friends, partying at a club, there would always be someone else, looking like you.
when he would get himself a coffee, your favorite drink would always be on the menu.
was he walking on the paddock? there would always be something he knew you would be excited about.
When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met
he always felt guilt. he didnt know what for.
he would remember your fights.
how your tears would stream down your face, wetting your cheeks, making them look puffy, red even. his heart always broke, but he couldnt deny how majestic you looked.
it would always make him feel guilty, knowing that he was the cause most of the times, that he was the reason you wouldnt talk to people for days, how you wouldnt touch him anymore, how you wouldn’t eat.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met
but what he relived the most, was the night you met.
and he would always end up wetting his pillow. for a month. until he met someone he could replace you with.
#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x reader#one shot#drabble#f1 imagine#f1#carlos sainz one shot#short writing#testing#grieving#angst?#maybe asshole idk
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STRANGER THINGS
4.07, The Massacre at Hawkins Lab
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