"you're okay love"

ln4 x reader

headcannons about lando taking care of you whike you're sick

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tw: throw up and needles

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lando is literally the best nurse ever

whether you get sick while traveling together or he comes home from a race weekend to find you sick, taking care of you becomes his number one priority

he is so sweet and gentle

he's a human heater which is helpful when you get chills, but not so much hot flashes

he calls his mom for advice on taking care of you because she was so good at taking care of him when he was little

he'll attempt to make you food, but ends up ordering in whatever you want

constantly getting you more water and coffee

if you can't hold anything down, he'll make you drink a little bit of chicken broth

speaking of not holding anything down, nothing you do could ever gross him out. ever.

if you puke, he will 100% be right there with you comforting you

holding your hair back

rubbing your back

getting you water

wiping your tears

whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you that you're doing a good job and that it will be over soon

being all snotty doesn't gross him out either

if he notices your nose is running, he'll quickly wipe it with a tissue (this is so casual dominance coded i cannot)

he hates not being able to kiss you if you're contagious

but he might as well just kiss you because he spends all of his time right next to you

being close to him makes it easy to fall asleep even if you're uncomfortable

you spend most of the time curled up in his lap on the couch or asleep on his chest in bed

he really just wants to be with you and tend to anything you could possibly need

he will cancel his plans and streams to take care of you

and if you're sick on a race weekend he will rush home to get back to you

he would crawl home to you if he had to

he'll do whatever you want and watch whatever you want

movie marathons or binge watching a show? he's down.

if you like reading but your head hurts, he'll read to you

he'll make you go to the doctor even if you don't want to because he hates seeing you uncomfortable or in pain

it literally causes him pain whenever he sees you upset

if it gets so bad that you have to go to the hospital, he is there by your side the entire time

holds your hand no matter what

if you're scared of needles, he will sit next to you in the hospital bed and hold your head into his chest and try and keep you calm

saying things like "shhh, it's okay baby" "you're okay love" "it's almost over"

he'll wipe your tears and then his own

you'll 100% make fun of him for crying and he'll try and laugh it off but really still be hurt from seeing you so upset

★ THE JPG CHRONICLES | PT. 1

Scenario: in which everyone’s favorite reserve driver opens a jpg account and it’s not what anyone expected.

Pairing: f1 grid x fem!reader

A/N: welcome to part one of a brand new series! i know right now this probably makes no sense and seems random but i promise it’ll make more sense as i add parts - it’s meant to be silly. i hope you enjoy!

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

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alex_albon idk what i expected but i can’t say i’m surprised about this

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𝐌𝐈𝐗-𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏 — Lando Norris⁴

summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸

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Ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ Ｐａｒｔ

— "So wait, the guy from the airport is staying at our hotel?" Lhea's eyes widened as she leaned closer, her excitement evident as she listened to your story. "Did you get his name?" she asked eagerly. You nodded, grinning. "His name is Lando Norris, I think," you replied, watching as Lhea quickly pulled out her phone to investigate. As she typed, you leaned in to peek at her screen, only to find Lando's Instagram account. "Lhea!" you exclaimed in surprise.

She glanced at you with a smirk. "What? I just want to make sure he's safe for you, and single," she teased, prompting a playful shove from you. "We only met once–" you began, but Lhea interrupted with a finger to your lips. "Twice, actually," she corrected with a grin. Before Lhea could say anything else, the taxi pulled up to your destination. "We're here," announced the driver, and you quickly paid before exiting the car.

Lhea eagerly showed you her phone. "You need to see this," she urged. "F1? Like the fast cars?" you exclaimed. Lhea nodded enthusiastically. "And there's a race today, tomorrow, and on Sunday," she informed you as you walked, her attention divided between her phone and the surroundings.

"Let's discuss this more at Liv's place, okay?" you suggested, slightly concerned about Lhea's distracted walking. She nodded in agreement, turning off her phone and tucking it away. "You're right, we can't leave Olivia out of the conversation," she acknowledged, finally focusing on the path ahead.

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Olivia warmly welcomed you and Lhea into her apartment, which looked much the same as your last visit, albeit with a few new additions– mainly, an abundance of cat-related items. You and Lhea settled your bags on the couch as Liv disappeared into her room briefly. "I'm raiding your fridge!" you called out from the kitchen, already opening the refrigerator door in search of a drink. "Go ahead," Liv replied casually, emerging from her room with a ginger cat nestled in her arms.

Instantly drawn to the feline, you and Lhea approached Liv, cooing at the cat, who seemed less than thrilled with the attention. "Why so grumpy?" you cooed, cautiously petting his head as he attempted to bat your hand away. "He's not a fan of meeting new people," Liv explained with a grin. "But look at those adorable white socks!"

Clearly, the three of you shared a love for cats. "Anyways, let's get to the point, shall we? We have somewhere to be in a few hours," Liv said, glancing at her watch. You and Lhea didn't press for details and followed Liv outside to her backyard, where a table and chairs were set up.

Seated comfortably, Liv placed Bib on her lap and turned to you and Lhea. "So, spill. What's the story?" Lhea wore a wide grin as the two of you sat across from her. "Let's start from the beginning, when YN found who had her bag and whose bag she mistakenly took," she began, earning a chuckle from you. "Well, that same person happens to be staying at our hotel. And when I looked him up on Instagram, turns out he's some kind of celebrity–" Lhea's explanation was cut off by Liv's question. "How did you find his Instagram?" she asked, to which Lhea replied, "He introduced himself to YN. Anyway, turns out he's actually an F1 driver."

"No way. Oh my god, talk about coincidence or fate," you and Lhea exchanged confused glances as Liv continued, "Remember when I mentioned we were going to this big event because my brother and his friends couldn't make it?" Lhea grasped your arm as if she had some sort of revelation, while you remained confused. "I can't believe it..." Liv shook her head, a grin spreading across her face. "We're going to watch the race today!" Both Lhea and Liv squealed with excitement, while you sat there, utterly baffled by what was happening.

Glancing at her watch, Liv rose to her feet. "Time to go, let's go!" she exclaimed, prompting you and Lhea to follow suit, still trying to process the whirlwind of events.

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A/N : Part two, whoop whoop. Idky but I feel this part is such a mess. lmao, let me know what you think :)

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* ✰. — supernatural | l.n

summary: this love’s possessing me, but i don’t mind at all ; a new year with the same boy, but in a different way.

warnings: fluff, another friends to lovers!au brought to you by yours truly, based off ‘supernatural’ by ariana grande, pining so damn hard, a hint of language, not proofread bc i can’t sleep and i have this on my mind

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you weren’t really sure when things changed with lando. how the once platonic touches turned into lingering ones that left a fire burning beneath his fingertips. how quick glances turned into longing stares before the other would notice and a quick shift of vision. everything suddenly meant something.

of course, everyone had put money on it years ago. they all had a gut feeling that at some point, things would come clear to the both of you that you were meant to be all along. how all those past relationships, situationships and failed first dates never worked out because no one could compare. and as always, the two of you would always shut it down. quick to reassure your other friends that if it ever were to happen, it’d ruin a life long friendship which was far more important.

they didn’t want to hear it though. always giving a slight nod, a ‘sure’ or a ‘we’ll see about that’. and boy were they right. they were onto the both of you before you even started. assumptions slowly coming to life as they all watched how the two of you acted around the other all of a sudden. how he’d always have an arm around you, not in a protective way, but in a ‘i need you right here with me’ kind of way. they all noticed how you never backed away, how you’d simply melt into him as the night progressed. your head leaning back on his shoulder as you talked. or how you would slip a hand around his back, occasionally drawing shapes onto the thin material of his shirts. a simple giveaway to them about something you didn’t even know was happening yet.

but now it was new years, the house party buzzing with people and music and everything in between. a celebration of the end of another year and into a new one with new beginnings. manifestations of good things in the air as the music played through the speakers of the house.

you were sat on the couch, drink in hand as you laughed with some of your mutual friends. lando couldn’t help but keep glancing over at you, eyes dancing over the way your eyes sparkled in the dim lighting. how your eyes creased when you laughed and smiled, how suddenly you were all he could see in a room full of people.

“mate,” max’s voice brought him back to earth, “did you hear what i said or were you too busy eye-fucking y/n?”

lando turned to his best friend, eyebrows pulled together, “what?”

he was trying not to get defensive. trying so hard not to tell his best friend that he wasn’t eye-fucking you, but rather looking over at you lovingly. looking at you as his heart went a mile a minute, scanning over all the features of your face for the millionth time, but all of a sudden taking this time, right here, right now, to try to memorize it. memorize everything little thing that made you perfect to him.

“c’mon, mate,” max sighed, almost as if he was tired of the same story, “you’ve been staring at her for the past five minutes. when are you going to go tell her you love her?”

lando swallowed the sip of his drink, rolling his eyes at his friend, “i don’t know what you’re on about.”

“please,” pietra joined the conversation now, arm linked on max’s, “you’re a terrible liar. you both are.”

he looked at the blonde with curiosity in his eyes. you both are? what was that supposed to mean? could it be-

he was about to ask before she spoke, “listen, you’re both single. clearly you’re into each other, just go talk to her!”

and with that, the couple was gone. off to join the circle of people in the living room who were counting down to midnight. he looked at the time on his phone, twenty minutes to the new year. to the new chapter he had desperately been craving.

he took another sip of his drink before he felt a hand on his shoulder, a soft ‘excuse me’ echoing in his ears. he looked up, a smile on your face as you squeezed past the person next to him to stand beside lando. he was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the crowded area.

you smiled, tucking a strand of hair from your face, with your free hand as the other wrapped around his neck, “hey,”

“hey,” he smiled right back at you, “feeling okay?”

you nodded, “i am now, yeah.”

oh if his heart wasn’t already flying out of his chest, it sure was now. your smile alone could send him over the moon. your fingers absentmindedly reaching towards the curls at the nape of his neck, twisting them lightly between your fingers. you loved when he kept his hair a little longer than normal so you could do this.

little did you know, he kept it a little longer just for you to do it.

“want something to drink? i can go grab you something,”

you shook your head, “i’m okay, thank you,”

he nodded back at you, “so, find your new years kiss yet?”

you scrunched your nose, looking around the house, “have you seen the people here? i don’t think i’ll have much luck. you?”

he shrugged, “haven’t had much luck either, but i also haven’t even really been looking.”

you laughed softly, “you haven’t?”

he shook his head, looking past you to look at the clock. ten minutes.

“i mean,” he started, “there’s one girl but i don’t know if she’s into me.”

you raised an eyebrow, trying not to let your face fall as your heart went to your feet, “well, what’s she look like?”

he swallowed a sip from his drink, “she’s gorgeous, even when she thinks she isn’t, she is. she’s really smart, possibly the smartest in the room right now. and she likes to go out, but she’d much rather curl up on the couch and put a movie on or read a book or something. and she keeps me in line, knows when to bring my ego back to earth.”

you smiled softly, “she sounds great.”

“she is,” he scanned your facial features, “she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

you sucked in a breath, “is she here?”

“yeah,” he smiled softly, “she’s right in front of me.”

suddenly the world stopped. it felt like time stood still as you stood in front of him. it was like you two were the only ones in the room.

“lando,” you breathed out, unsure of what to say. every birthday wish, every shooting star, you had used for this very moment. and now it was unfolding in front of you, and nothing has made you feel so many things at once quite like this has.

five minutes to the new year.

he smiled back at you, the toothy grin you had learned to fall in love with no matter how much he picked it apart whenever he would take pictures. you loved the little gap between his teeth, the way the moles and freckles charted his skin like constellations. constellations just for you. it was right here in this moment that everything everyone has ever said started to make you realize it has been him all along.

“i know it’s scary and new and every thing we always thought was something that was going to ruin our friendship,” he said, “but i can’t help it. i’m falling in love with you.”

the people around you started counting down, “59, 58, 57…”

“i’m falling in love with you, too,” you said, eyes scanning over his, green with specks of blue and oh so pretty, “i’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

he stood now, pulling you closer to him. 30, 29, 28…

“i want this,” he said, “i want you. i always have, and im sorry it took me this long to finally admit it.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck as his snaked around your middle. he was holding you as close as possible, and although it wasn’t a new experience to be this close, to take in the smell of his cologne, the smell of his shampoo and the cream he used to style his stupidly perfect curls. it wasn’t new to experience everything that made him ten times more irresistible, but right now, your heart was about to fly out of your chest at the feeling of him being this close before. a step into uncharted territory and you were growing impatient by the second. wanting nothing more than to just call him yours already. to let the world know that he was yours and yours only. to let your friends know that they were right all along, ready to hear the ‘i told you so’s as long as it kept him right here.

“i’m sorry, too.” you said. and you meant it. you had wished this had happened sooner, you couldn’t help but wonder that if it had, where you two would be now. what your little life would’ve looked like right about now.

with ten seconds left on the clock, he smiled and mumbled to you softly, “be my new years kiss,”

you smiled back at the curly haired boy you’ve loved your whole life, “i wouldn’t want you to kiss anyone else.”

five, four, three, two, one…

there were yells of celebration in the air, the echo of the fireworks on the tv. everyone either toasting to the new years or ringing in a new year with their loved by celebrating with a kiss. but you paid no mind to any of it, to any of the noise circling around you as you took in the way his lips slotted against yours. how his lips tasted like the cherry lip balm you had lent him earlier on in the night with a hint of the whiskey he had been nursing. his hands holding you in place in front of him, yours wrapping around his neck as he took it a step further and licked against your bottom lip.

everything about it sent butterflies straight to your stomach because after all this time, all the dreaming about this moment, it finally happened. you two had managed to crack, let down the facade. and truthfully, it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and it made you question why neither of you came clean sooner.

his nose pressed against yours and you laughed softly, meeting his eyes. he was smiling back at you, wrapping a strand of your hair around his finger before slotting it back behind your ear.

he licked his lips, the both of you basking in each other after years and years of pining, “wanna get out of here?”

“please,” you sighed, and with that he led you through the crowd around you. led you to the door of the house party, nodding and bidding his few goodbyes before heading out. you held onto his arm the whole way, until he was unlocking the doors to the mclaren parked down the street. he opened the door for you, just like he always had, and you slid in. this time as he closed the door, you couldn’t help but notice the shift of energy. the way everything was unfolding was nothing less than exciting.

he climbed in on the drivers side, starting the car before slotting his hand with yours.

“mine or yours?”

you shrugged, looking over at him with a smile, “doesn’t matter,”

he nodded, pressing your hand to his lips as he pulled away from the curb. and really, it didn’t matter to you. because you would follow him anywhere. even to the ends of the earth and back.

which, of course he knew that. because he’d do the same for you.

MR LANDO NORRIS FINALLY WINS HIS 1ST GRAND PRIX!!!

Mannn Singapore GP was a mess

poorly drawn oscar piastri >>>>>> studying for stats

absolutely obsessed w his incredible side eye

EDIT: smth abt his face was bothering me so heres a slightly higher quality, fixed ver.

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He’s An A**H***

Pairing: Charles x bestfriend!reader, Lando x reader

Rating: R

Request: Yes/No

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, slight dom!charles, slight dom!reader, slight sub!lando, public nudity?, sex club mentioned, pining Lando

Synopsis: After the race Charles can’t help but call Lando an asshole, but you have been planning something between you three without the drivers knowing and finally get what you wanted.

"He's a dick, a fucking dick; I mean, god fucking dammit, how did he not see me!" Charles yells in his hotel room, slamming his Ferrari hat down onto the bedside table. You can't help but roll your eyes at your best friend, knowing he didn't mean it; he was just pissed he couldn't get some more points, and now he had to battle it out in Abu Dabhi. You lay on the bed, letting him rave as you decide what to wear to dinner tonight. Maybe the red silk dress with giant x stitching across, showing off the skin from the side boob to mid-thigh, or the silver dress that was flowy, and you wouldn't wear a bra or panties wanting to get laid. "Y/n? Are you even listening to me?" Charles groans, picking out his outfit for the night as you look up, biting your lip.

You and Charles have known each other for years, but recently after getting jealous about Pierre, did he decide to fuck your brains out. Ever since then, you both couldn't help but fuck like bunnies, and right now, you wanted him bad. "No, I'm not listening; I'm thinking," you grumble, making him roll his eyes at you now. "About what?" He asks, grabbing a white button-up and dark jeans. "Me riding your face." You say it so casually that Charles about chokes on his spit as he whips around to face you. "Really?" His voice changes; that slight gravel tone he gets when he's angry or turned on makes you smirk to yourself; you felt like playing a game tonight, one he had no idea he'd be a part of. "Mhm, maybe you have me choking your cock." You giggle as he moves closer, bending down to kiss you, but you stand up quickly, making him fall on the bed. "But we have a party, so let's get dressed and go." You shrug, grabbing the silver dress, knowing it'll be easy to access. Charles groans but nods as he tries hard to get the mental images of you riding his face and then shutting you up with his cock out of his head. Charles smiles at you as you make your way to the door and leave for the party. Charles can't help but stare at you the entire ride in the elevator. The way he wanted to hit the emergency button, stop the elevator and lift that dress up, and just fuck you deep and hard, making sure to leave his mark on you the rest of the night, was almost too much to bare. The familiar ping of the elevator stopping has his eyes peeling off you and hardening at the sight of his anger. Lando. "Hey, guys." The younger driver smiles, not acknowledging how Charles wished for him to burst into flames at this very moment. "Lando, you look......gorgeous." Choosing your words carefully, having a goal for the night neither boy knew about. Lando turns red under your compliment. It was known in the paddock that Lando had a school's girl crush on you and always shined under your praise. You smirk, seeing the blush on his cheeks, and reach up, your perfectly manicured nails scraping the back of his neck as you lean over, kissing his cheek. Charles seethes seeing how you were so openly affectionate with the Mclaren driver, who shivers under the slight scrape of your nails. You slice your eyes at Charles, almost screaming with joy from how his jaw was clenched and how rigid he was standing. Just a little bit more. Is all you think about getting that goal of the night and also dealing with two problems at the same time. The elevator doors ping again and open them to the lobby floor of the hotel. You exit first, walking slightly ahead of the drivers. You look down, noticing that your black heels strap is undone on one of them, and smirk at the opportunity. Your dress was short enough that Charles and Lando got a perfect shot of your assets when you bent over. "Fucking Christ." Lando gasps, turning bright red, trying to look anywhere but at you while Charles openly stares at you until he snaps back to reality at Lando staring. "Look away or even fucking touch her, and I'll bury your goddamn ass." Charles seethes in Lando's ear, nodding his head and looking down as you straighten back up and turn, giving them both a sly smile. "Are you two coming or not?" You ask as they both walk up to you, Lando mumbles softly about it being in his hand later, but you act as if you didn't hear him. "Say something, Lando?" Stepping closer to him and moving your arm into his locking them together. Charles raises an eyebrow at this, you were up to something, but he couldn't figure it out. He was aware of the driver's feelings for you and knew that you were aware of this, but you were playing with him like a damn toy. "Let's get going; I want to dance." You whine, locking your other arm with Charles's, dragging them to the car outside, and climbing into the back, waiting for them. Charles looks at Lando and motions for him to get in; while he wishes for his death, he is curious about where you are taking this. Lando slides into the car as Charles follows after him. The car ride to the club is silent, but you fill the silence with soft touches to both boys. Charles is used to this; when it was quiet, you just let your hands run wild, but Lando wasn't. Lando moves and grabs your hand; stilling it, he tangles your fingers with his own and lays it on his lap. But you move free of the hold and place it on his thigh. You cast a look his way, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, and would stop when he said or did something that indicated this, but Lando arches into your touch. Nails dig into his thigh, making him bite his lip and look away so he wouldn't jump you in front of your boyfriend. Charles watches the whole thing and rolls his eyes, but he can't help but watch Lando's reactions to you. Charles knew this side of you, the side that wanted control over a pretty boy and made him beg for you; he's been in this situation once or twice, and god, he loved it. The car stops pulling all 3 of you as the door swings open, revealing Pierre. "Oi, come on, the party is already started, and I'm missing the dances." He whines, pulling Charles out of the car. "What dances?" You ask, having never told Lando or Charles this club was famous for the female dancers and private rooms. "Don't worry about it, Y/N," Pierre smirks and leans over, kissing your cheek before practically dragging your boyfriend away from you and Lando. "Well, care to escort me in, Lando?" You ask, pressing your body into his. Lando nods his head dumbly at you as you giggle and drag him into the booming music and pulsing lights. Time ceased to move as you and Lando had drinks before Charles found you both on the dance floor. Your bodies are pressed into one another. It'd look like Lando was in charge to an outsider, but that wasn't true. You controlled every movement, spreading your legs so Lando could move his leg between them as you ground against them. Charles moves and presses himself against your back, jolting you, but a lazy smile spreads against your lips seeing Charles. His hands move from your hips ghosting all the way up to your tits and groping them tight, a hiss of breath leaving your lips. "Having fun, baby?" He whispers in your ear, making you nod your head, whimpering when Lando presses you into his thigh. Lando looks up, makes eye contact with Charles, and just gives a tipsy smile as he moves his focus back on you. You three dance for a while until you feel fingers lift your dress up slightly, seeing Lando get antsy. With a grip on his wrist, he stops. "Upstairs, now please fuck; I need you both," you beg the boys, and they both stop and have unsaid words pass between them. The trip up the stairs was a mess of touches and words of promises to do to one another. But Charles walks behind the two of you, watching as you pull out a key card and shove Lando into the room. "Charles, come here." You whisper as Charles moves, winds his right hand into your hair, and yanks it hard, making you whine and curse. "Are you wanting to fuck him, baby? Hmm? Was that your grand scheme? I could practically smell you in the car with how much you want him." Charles groans, his left hand under your dress, feeling how wet and needy you are. "Yes, please, please, Daddy, I need it, just once. Let me have him just once." You beg Charles, who smirks and moves you back into the room as Lando lays on the bed, breathing heavily, his pants undone as he feels himself up. You lick your lips and drop your dress as Charles groans, eyes racking over your naked body. Walking towards Lando, you push his hands away and get him to sit up and you on your knees. "Let me take care of you, baby boy." You whisper, making Lando nod quickly as he frees himself from his boxers. Lando was average size length-wise, but he was on the girthy side as it rests heavy in your palm. Charles moves and sits down in a chair, only admiring your ass and head as it leans down and takes the Mclaren driver's cock into your mouth. Lando whines and his head is thrown back from the warmth of your mouth, wrapping around the head of his cock. Lando twitches as you slowly tease him, your tongue lapping at him like a lollipop as you pull off the head, a pretty cherry red as precum leaks drawing your lips to lick it off him as you admire how pretty he looks in the low lights, with flushed cheeks and relaxed. Taking a breath, you lean down and take him in one go that has him moaning so loud the sound makes your pussy clench around nothing but air. Charles squirms, his pants growing tight as he moves, undoing them, and lazily starts to stroke himself as he watches the two in front of him. "wait, stop; if you keep going I'mma cum." Lando whimpers as you pull off and stand up, towering over him. Grabbing his chin, you have him look up at you and kiss him in a slow tease before pulling away and looking at Charles. "Fine, but I want Daddy to eat me before the main course." You whisper; Charles stands up and grabs your hips pulling you against him and feeling his cock press into your folds. Lando swallows thickly as he watches Charles toss you onto the bed like nothing before grabbing your knees and spreading you wide open, the cool air making you arch up. Lando moves to stare at your hole, the way it almost begs for the attention of some kind, and the way Charles moves, kissing your stomach and whispering soft words in your ear before nodding, and he dives in. Charles was precise; he knew you inside and out, what you liked and how to get you so close you would cry to cum for him. Charles licks you up and down as his thumb rubs your clit, making you whimper and reach out, pulling Charles's hair, having it become that gorgeous mess that causes girls to go crazy. He groans and rubs harder as his tongue dives, making you curse and writhe against his mouth. Charles pulls away and looks right at Lando, who moans at the shiny mess around his friend's lips and chin. "That's how you do something, asshole. Let's see if you could make her cum." Charles tuts, and Lando feels this burning rage fill his chest at the insult. "Please, the only reason she wants to fuck me so bad is probably that you can't get the job done anymore." Lando snaps, making you giggle and sit up and straddle his lap rolling your hips against his dick. "Now, boys, let me remind you that I'm in charge here." You whisper, reducing Lando into a whimpering mess again. "Yes, ma'am," Lando whines, his hands on your hips, making you grind faster on him. You can't help but stop and kiss him when he calls you that. It's a mess of tongue and spits before sliding him into you with one feel grind of your hips. Lando groans into the kiss and moves to lay you down so he's on top as he moves his hips in and out slowly. You whimper, nails scraping down his back as Lando buries his head into your neck, loving how you smell like your perfume. "Fuck, faster, Lando, please; god, I ache for you so bad." You whimper, your hands trailing down to his ass and digging your nails into him. Lando groans and starts rocking his hips in and out fast as you cry out, but it's soon muffled when Charles shoves his cock down your hole. "I'll die before I hear you moan like that for another man." He growls as you nod, quickly maneuvering your tongue around him as he fucks your throat. Lando groans, feeling you tighten around him. "Jesus, fuck, y/n. God, you feel like goddamn heaven." Lando cusses, driving into you harder as you grab his ass and spread your hips more, feeling his balls slap you with each thrust. Charles groans and pulls out of your mouth as you sputter and whine, nodding your head. "I'm gonna cum, fuck Lando right there." You whimper as Lando bounces and hits the same spot multiple times before your cry out cumming around him. Still, Lando swallows your cries with his mouth and tongue, fighting for dominance as Lando stills his cock, twitching as he pulls out fast and cums on your thigh. You both pull away as Lando kisses your cheeks and neck. "I'll be dead before Charles hears your moans as you cum for me," he grumbles, making Charles chuckle as he pulls you out from under the Mclaren driver. "You okay, baby?" Charles asks, ensuring you weren't hurt or unable to continue. "yes, I'm perfect; I want you." You whisper as Charles nods and pulls you up face to face, chests pressed against one another as he slowly slides into you. Your face pinches from the slight burn from where Lando made you sensitive. Charles freezes, but you nod your head for him to continue. It wouldn't take him long to make you or him cum as you could always hit that second orgasm after the first, and he pushed to the edge. Charles rocks his hips up slowly but deeply into you as you both forget about Lando and whisper soft words to one another as Charles fills you up with praises and himself. You whimper, feeling his pelvis hit your clit as you grind down on him in that familiar spine-tingling burn gather in both your stomachs as Charles starts to rock up into you faster, kissing you deeply as you both whine and cum together. You both gasp for air as Lando moves to the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet washcloth and handing it to Charles. "One-time thing," Lando whispers, kissing your cheek and giving the cloth to Charles. "And by the way, I win." He whispers to Charles, who rolls his eyes at the younger driver. "Bye, Lando." You whisper, body tired as you crave Charles's comfort Lando kisses you one last time before walking out of the room, leaving Charles to care for you. Oh, how Lando wished it was him instead of Charles, but it was only a one-time thing.

𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴

pairing - lando norris x reader

summary - little things in Lando and reader’s apartment that really shine + the driver that i think about when i think about the item

a/n - i was definitely inspired by Dani Klarić and her designs (p.s written on time crunch and not proof read, but eventually will be)

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~first of all, two words ; DONUT LAMP

~uh, a lamp in the shape of a donut, hand it here

~i just know that when the lamp finally comes and you’re about to open it, Lando will be right right next to you like a toddler, jumping up and down

~he would be too excited

~either it’s would be hanging above your couch/sofa or in some really aesthetic corner in your apartment

~i feel like Daniel Ricciardo would be the right driver for this one of kind (just like him) lamp

~it’s funky, it’s excited, it’s really expensive and special

~like him

~okay so i see a papaya colored couch/sofa in your apartment

~right, there’s a perfectly good explanation for this

~so Lando has been with McLaren since, like, forever and you he’s got to have that team spirit in his living space

~and it’s the tacky kind of papaya couch it’s like really cute and actually aesthetic kind

~there would be a paisley rug under it and all the colors would be funky but would fit together

~when I think of crazy color couch i think about Alex Albon

~i don’t know why

~it’s fun, it’s down to earth yet really exciting and yet that pop of color in your life

~so next thing is a tulip side table

~right next to your papaya couch/sofa would be a table shaped in a flower that Lando and you often have in a vase in the apartment somewhere

~just a mix of colors in your living area

~so the tulip table would be like a spark of happiness and love in your apartment

~the pink and the green would clash with so many things in your living room but that’s what makes your apartment special

~when I think about a table in the shape of a tulip I think about Lewis Hamilton

~like the table, Lewis is unique, strong headed and resilient

~the tulip table is not found in a lot of households, it has mixed opinions and definitely has its own style like the seven time world champion

~last thing I can think of off the top of my head, custom McLaren posters

~they would be proudly hanging around your TV on the wall

~you can think about what kind of McLaren theme will be on there but the colors and contrast makes your apartment

~maybe there are some of the vintage or most famous cars on there or something that is special to Lando

~i just think that the posters would be Lando’s little addition to the apartment of i think you would be designing most of the space

~and he is the driver when I think about the posters

~he’s proud and not afraid to tell people that he drives for McLaren

honey🍯

daniel ricciardo x reader

(instagram au)

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pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: sexy playful sunday morning with lando norris? there could be worse ways to wake up.

warning: smut, slight swearing, oral sex (female receiving)

YOU FELT A poke in your side.

“Stop,” you mumbled sleepily. Poke. Now in your shoulder blades. “Quit it, Lando!” you grumbled, a little annoyed.

Poke. This time in your belly.

You opened your eyes just enough to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

“For fuck’s sake Lando, it’s only 7:20.” you groaned at him, closing your eyes again.

He stopped poking, moving in closer to you and now wrapping his right arm over you, bringing his hand to your breasts.

“Are you fucking serious?” Although his body was so warm under the blanket behind you and yeah, it actually did feel kinda nice.

He leaned his head close to your ear, “I can’t help it. I love them and they’re just so ripe and plump.” He said, planting a kiss on your shoulder, “And beautiful,” Lando added, now placing a kiss on your neck. “And look how perfectly it fits in my hand.” He added one more time while jiggling your tit a little.

Well now you really were awake, but you'd pretend to still be sleepy and annoyed.

“Do I need to start wearing pajamas to bed?” You asked sweetly.

“Nope, not allowed. If you do, I do.” He answered, still deliciously kneading your breasts.

“You’re not allowed to, it’s illegal in 46 states you know.” you quip.

Poke. But this time it was with his morning wood.

“Hey, watch it with that thing. Are you trying to poke a hole in me or something?”

“As a matter of fact, poking a hole is exactly what I’d like to do.” Your boyfriend siad huskily into your ear.

“You, ass!” You snapped at him.

“Is that a command?”

It took you a moment to puzzle the comment but once you realized the word play you answer, “Oh my God, what am I gonna do with you?” You shook your head a little and chuckled softly.

“I’ve got a list.” Lando admitted with a devilish laugh.

He moved his head to kiss your shoulder again and you jolted a little as his nose passed over a spot at the back of your neck, tickling it a little.

You coule hear the smile in his voice as he asked, “What was that?” And did it again. You tried to stop yourself but couldn't completely control the little jump you gave.

“Did I just find a ticklish spot? I thought you said you didn’t have any, sweetheart.”

“I don’t! It's nothing."

“I wonder if you have any other ‘It’s nothing’ spots you’ve been hiding?”

He began moving his hand over your chest and up along your collarbone. The entire time he was pressed closed against you, his warm breath coming over your ear and your neck. You were getting extremely aroused but refused to let him know it, keeping your body as still as possible.

“Anything?”

“Nope.” You didn’t hesitate to lie.

Moving his hand down to your belly, he felt his way around. Giving a little tickle he murmured, “How about here?”

“No dice.”

Moving his hand down the side of your waist he grazed your hip bone. When he ran his thumb over the soft flesh just beneath it, that sloped down to the top of your thigh, your body jolted.

“What was that?” He asked amused.

You didn't answer.

Fuck he just found one of your few sensitive spots. Maybe if you don’t react he’ll move on...?

No such luck, Lando slided the side of his thumb over and down your hip again, a little harder now to get a bigger reaction. Your body twitches and you let out a little giggle.

“I think I finally found your ticklish spot sweetheart.” He said, proud of himself with a smirk and quirking up an eyebrow when you tilted your head to look up at him.

He went for it again but this time you flipped yourself over, turning into his arms to face him. He brought his hands to your other hip but didn't try that side yet as you distracted him with a kiss. A long, slow, deep kiss. Morning breath be damned.

You were so turned on right now your nipples could cut glass. He noticed and brought his thumb up to your mouth.

You stopped kissing him to suck it into your mouth, coating it with saliva. Lando moved the thumb to your left nipple, using the wet digit to brush over it, eliciting a moan and causing your head to fall back on the pillow. He lowered his head to suck the tender flesh of your exposed neck.

Lando pushed the sheets off of your bodies before sliding his hand down your stomach. Pushing you onto your back, he captured your more sensitive right nipple, alternating sucking and flicking it with his tongue as he made the same movements with his fingers on your clit.

You were moaning and rocking your body, it took only a few short minutes to make you shudder into an orgasm.

Lando returned to kissing your mouth, gliding his fingers down further to test you, see if you’re ready for him.

He pushed two fingers into your wet spot easily, curling them up and making you begin to moan again.

That reaction told him all he needed to know.

He removed his fingers from you, sucking them into his mouth to clean them, before using that hand to grasp both of yours.

Guiding your arms up above your head, he parted your legs with his body, allowing him to claim his rightful place between your thighs. He slided his left hand up along your side, joining it with the others above your heads.

In one slow long stroke he entered, bottoming out as your gasp at the feel of him. “Fuck, you feel so good, so warm.” He murmured as you both groan with the pleasure of it.

He took you with slow, strong thrusts, making low guttural sounds in the back of his throat. You created sounds you didn’t know you were capable of as you met his thrusts, one leg high up on his hip bone, the other down with your foot planted on the bed to help with leverage.

When he could feel you were about to cum again, he released his right hand, gliding it down your side slowly until he reached your hip. He used his thumb to press into your ticklish spot, instantly bringing on your orgasm as you jolted, moaning his name and bringing him in deeper. A few big thrusts later he followed, remaining on top of you while he softened.

You laid there with your boyfriend, both slowly regaining your breaths.

You hated being woken up early on the weekend, but you could definitely get used to slow, lazy Sunday morning sex with Lando Norris.

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Careful What You Wish For

Race days were always stressful, especially when Zak was setting expectations unrealistically high.

Or

The one where Lando lets it all out on you in his drivers room for Zak to hear

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The weekend had started out horribly with Lando coming in p20 in the first free practice, the time between FP1 and qualifying were filled with tense silences that felt as though they would never end and loud arguments that felt as though they could be heard through the whole paddock, Zak and Lando often saw eye to eye but something this week had set your boyfriend off. you wondered if you had something to do with it instead of flying in with Lando on Wednesday night as you usually would today was your first day in the paddock as you had plans you couldn't get out of; you wondered if maybe not seeing you had set him, during breaks you two were practically joined at the hip and had been for many years. You shook off the idea of you being the cause of the sudden tension when it was brought up by a mechanic Lando had a history of not getting on with that Oscar had done fine enough coming in p12 and this must be driver error, that did not sit well with you, all season Zak had went around promising amazing results for McLaren and the boys were sick of it.

Q1 was about to start, Lando obviously wanted a kiss from his good luck charm (you) and in the nicest tone you'd heard in the past few hours apologised for not seeing you saying he'd 'make up for it later' you both knew what that meant.

Despite a chaotic start to qualifying, things seemed to be going well for the young brit with consistently low lap times it seemed to be going well, this however was bad news as this meant another week of Zak setting immense pressure on the boys (specifically Lando) which may be good for results but it is certainly not good for you or your ability to walk. By the end of Q3, Lando had came P4 which was amazing given how questionable the integrity of his car was.

The next day was on a whole pretty uneventful aside from Zak not shutting up about how high Lando had placed in both qualifying and the sprint.

Then Sunday came around, you woke up extra early to go to the track with Lando to be able to spend some quality time with him before he needed to start getting in 'the zone' as he liked to call it. You could tell something was off but knowing what was at stake for him you didn't want to pry due to fear of putting him off, you were sure you'd find out after the race anyway.

3pm hit, it was lights out and away they went, all smooth sailing until lap 46, at which point you saw Lando's car slowly come to a stop on the track, he had done amazing maintaining P4 and even moving to P3 at some points but clearly the universe wasn't on his side (or maybe Zak had jinxed it who knows) your boy was out and you were sure he would have some choice words when he got back to garage but to your surprise, when he returned all he did was grab your hand and lead you upstairs to his drivers room.

The room was chilled, it always was Lando felt he did best when his room was chilled so that how it was. Without saying a word, the second the door to his room clicked shut his hands and mouth were on yours which, although was always welcomed, did you by surprise. You asked Lando what had got him all riled up in an attempt to figure at least some of what was going through his mind all you got back was a string of curses and something about how he was disappointed and needed distracting but you could tell there was something else though at this point Lando looked as though he would died if you were still fully clothes in the next five seconds so you could make sense of this later, he needed you now.

You were pinned to the door your arms stuck above your head and Lando's mouth exploring your upper body, like it was his mission to kiss every inch of you. You moaned but quickly caught yourself to which Lando stopped, looked you in the eyes and said "Be as loud as you want, I want him to hear you, at least then he'll know I'm good at one thing" then it all made sense, Zak's words had got in his head, that's what had riled him up, never wanting to disappoint your boy, you obliged. Throughout this whole ordeal Lando had a smirk on his face, he knew what he was doing, he was fucking everything out of him and into you (quite literally) after what felt like forever of drawn out moans and whines because he wouldn't let you finish, he allowed you to cum as you practically screamed his name, you were sure Redbull could've heard you if they tried hard enough, he followed closely behind and for the first time since Friday he finally seemed calm.

You checked your phone only to realise the race had infact now ended and Lando saw he had about 10 missed calls from his publicist, he knew he was fucked but he was glad you were now too. As you put yourselves back together ready to face the world once again he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, reminding you he truly loved you. Someone who clearly mo longer loves you is Oscar who, when you made eye contact leaving Lando's room, looked as though he was returning from war, pale and tired and traumatised, he was clearly not the only one as Zak also looked as though he'd heard too much, at least that means you had done what your boy had asked, and you had done it well.

From that day forward Zak was careful what he said to and about Lando, and you two could go back to your usual, more chilled selves.

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I genuinely think drivers should start ignoring team orders or teams should just stfu

cuz max verstappen is not what's making the sport boring yk what does? Stupid team orders if a driver is not fast enough to overtake his teammate then he shouldn't pass if the only reason a driver out qualified his teammate is team orders then he didn't actually out qualify him

team orders of holding position is what's holding us back from having actual racing and fun battles for example (multi 21 seb) if Sebastian vettel didn't fight back and overtook Mark Webber we wouldn't have one of the most iconic battles and rively in f1 and that's what made the lewis Hamilton nico Roseburg era actually interesting insane rively and actually fun on track battles .

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