#charles leclerc ff

[princessedesfleursss]

CL16E1

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!girlfriend!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: sex, making out, mentions of cheating, sad/ happy ending (upto your interpretation)

This was the end. 

The last race that you’d ever be cheering for him and being on the sidelines for him. You’d no longer come to these race tracks to stand inside the Ferrari garage, wear the headset, catch a glimpse of yourself in the TV or even find yourself running over to hug him at the end of every race. 

For the very last time you watched Charles race along the tracks as you prayed that he won. Austrian GP was looking positive for him and it was towards the very last laps that had you clasping your hands together until your knuckles turned white for him to win the race. Your relationship was out of the question. No one was aware that this was the last time you’d be in this garage. Earlier that morning Charles and you had come to a decision. A decision that will leave you wrecked for the hours to come but one that you had tucked deep down your heart- somewhere no one would see it. 

At least until after the race. 

So when Charles secured P1 and enjoyed his victory up on the podium in front of the entire world to see you hadn’t expected him to come down and pull you in for a heartfelt kiss. You neither resisted nor gave in, just standing there in surprise. 

“Mon amour forgive me,” he begged, his eyes boring into yours with silent pleas. 

You looked back for a second, and to the cameras that flashed around you. Leaning in to leave a kiss on his cheek you whispered with a smile, “Let’s talk about this later.”

Charles didn’t fight back instead he nodded, placed a haste kiss on your forehead and continued celebrating his win. You simply took in the congratulations that were being passed at you with a small smile that adorned your lips. Thanking everyone, you made your way to the hotel wanting an early night. 

You had nothing to prepare. Your suitcase had been packed before the race. You had booked a flight back to where you lived. Once Charles came back to his place you just needed to remind yourself to get your things from his place. 

Unbeknownst to you, back at the tracks, Charles was frantically winding up his interviews and searching for you around the paddock. Asking every single person he set his sight across for you until he finally got a response from Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, that you went back to the hotel since you had wanted an early night. Deep down he knew the truth. He knew why you had gone back to the hotel room. He knew he was at wrong- that you were behaving like this because of him. He couldn’t help but want to take back all the shit he had told you this morning. 

Just as you opened the door to leave, Charles pushed in. A frantic face, widened blue eyes and an out of breath body. 

“Please listen to me mon chéri,” he said as he tried holding your hand, “Listen to me just this one time. I’m at wrong I know.”

Weakly, you let him hold onto your hands. Chanting inside that this was the last time and that you wanted to be nice to him before this closure- despite all what he did to you. 

Leaning his forehead against yours and rubbing his hands up and down your arms, gently, Charles continued his apology, “I cheated. I am at wrong. And I know. I know no matter how many time I say sorry it will never erase the mistake that I did.”

“I’m so sorry and… and… j’espére que tu me pardonnes (I hope you forgive me).”

You silently held back your tears, letting his words sink in. But you couldn’t get your hands to move his hands away from you. 

Even when he moved his forehead from yours and tilted your head with ease, to intertwine your lips for a slow and saddening kiss, you still wasn’t able to move him away from you. All under the pretense that this would soon end. You would move away from him. You would never stay with him after all that he had done to you. 

You swallowed every single sorry that fled Charles’s lips as he locked in your lips with his. His hands that were holding onto your arms were now around your waist and the other holding your face as if it were fragile. And when he trailed his lips down from your lips to your cheek and onto your neck, you let him. You let him mark reddish bruises onto your neck, a symbol of your pain out for everyone to see. Marks you’d never wear around your neck again from him. 

Yet through all of this making out, you stayed still. No emotion at all. Charles didn’t press on the fact that you weren’t reciprocating his feelings. He knew he wasn’t at a position to do so. Not after what he had done to break your heart. 

Even when Charles, with a more than hopeful mind of mending your already broken relationship, which he wasn’t aware of, led you to the bed, his lips never leaving your face or neck, you let him. 

You let him lay you on the bed for one last time. 

You let him undress you for one last time. 

You let him feel you for one last time. 

All of this, under the pretense that you would leave him after this. You would put an end to having him use you like this even after what he had done after all of this love making. 

This time around there wasn’t any foreplay. He was desperate to feel that spark that you both had when you had sex. He knew you were wet from just the making out. There wasn’t any doubt about it and when he teased you down there he could feel the wetness glide over his fingers. With skilled fingers he unclasped your bra, letting your erected mounds free. Without hesitation he took in one at a time, pleasing you to the maximum. You let out light moans letting him know you were feeling good. Although you hated to admit it he knew your body so well. He knew the nooks and crannies in your body that could get you coiled up in seconds. So when he rubbed his fingers against your folds and pushed them deep into you- curling them into your velvety walls you let out a cry of pleasure. A light smile formed in his face. Charles continued sending in fast strokes making sure to get you closer to your high but not right to the point where you’d feel your high come washing down. 

Instead, when he felt you were close, he freed his throbbing shaft from his briefs and with a few strokes pushed into you. A familiar wave of nostalgia rushed over to you when you arched your back over to his chest just like you had done countless times in different beds but always with him. 

Charles found his rhythm with you as he pushed in deep and soft strokes, cradling your head between his arms. Treating you like a fragile piece of art that would break if he pushed too hard. But you were barely holding on. You were on the verge of tears but you didn’t want him to see that. You were like a wine glass that had been taped together temporarily just until the fancy dinner finished. Although, unknown to the others, the wine was starting to seep through the cracks and it would only be a matter on minutes before it went trickling down the glass and onto the table, ruining the clothe. 

When you reached your climax alongside him, Charles signaled you to let go and you did. He kissed you deeply, with unspoken words that passed onto you, asking you for forgiveness. He rolled off of you. Slipping into the sheets next to you he held your body that was turned back to him, closer to him. So close that it was too close, as if he was making sure you wouldn’t leave him. 

“I love you, mon amour.”

Your silence spoke volumes like it hadn’t before. Charles was aware but he ignored it hoping you would forgive him when the morning came. 

Unfortunately for him, in a couple of hours when he was fast asleep still holding onto you dearly, you would slip out of the soft sheets of the hotel bed, put on a fresh pair of clothes and walk out the door not once looking back but only tears of relief & closure slipping down your face. 

But before you left, and for the first time since he came into the hotel room searching for forgiveness from you, you caressed his cheek one last time and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered the desperate closure you needed both of you to have. 

This was it for you & Charles.

This is the end.  

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[xorose-f1]

bothering - charles leclerc

summary: you have an argument with Charles... again

authors note: not proofread, sorry for any mistakes<3

contains swearing!

genre: fluff

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You couldn't deny that these days you felt really distant from Charles. It was his summer break, and you planned to spend most of your time together since you couldn't always travel to his races. You knew that he loved his job, and that he really wanted to be in a better car, so you didn't say a word when in his first few days of summer break he was away on team meetings and other work related stuff.

But after a while it became really annoying for you too, he was constantly being away while always making empty promises. "I'll take you out to dinner tonight" turned to "I'm too tired right now", "We can spend all day together tomorrow" ended up in "Sorry, I have to leave for a meeting". And all of this resulted in you almost fighting every single day, today not being an exception.

Charles just arrived home, throwing his keys to the kitchen table and sitting down on the couch. A tired sigh left his lips, as he finally looked at his phone after hours of it being silenced. The first thing he saw is the countless of messages you had sent him, and that's when the realization hit him. He forgot your date night.

7:38PM Y/N: Charles, it's almost 8PM, where are you? Weren't we supposed to go out? Y/N: Are you even looking at your phone? Y/N: I swear I'll be so mad if you forgot again

8:13PM Y/N: So I guess you did forget about it again Y/N: Can you atleast call me?

Just as he was looking at the messages, you appeared behind him.

"Charles, you promised me that we will go out tonight, do you even remember what you said yesterday?" you told him, you were really angry at this point. It bothered you that you could barely spend time together and when you did have the opportunity to, he treated you like you weren't even there.

"Y/N I told you I'm busy, what can you not understand in that? I have constant team meetings and-"

"It's your summer break Charles! You're supposed to be at home, or anywhere else other than team meetings"

You could tell that he was pissed off, but he didn't exactly deny what you just said.

"Not to mention that you didn't even left me a single text, you could have atleast said that you don't have time for me"

"Don't you understand that I'm tired too? The last thing I want to come home to every day is you arguing with me all the time and interrupting when I try to explain, can you just fucking leave me alone for once?"

"Oh so that's what the fuck you want Charles? Me to leave you alone? Do you even realize what you're saying right now?"

"Just stop for fucks sake Y/N"

And that's when you had enough. You put your hands up in defeat, looked at him with rage and left for your bedroom without saying a word. You locked the door and started sobbing a bit, as much as you tried to look tough for him you hated constantly fighting with him. You felt like you were no one to him.

Charles sighed out loud. As soon as those words left his lips he regretted it, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. He took his phone out of his pocket again and dialed his brother, Arthurs number.

"Hello?"

"I fucked up big time, Arthur" Charles said.

He explained everything that happened in the past few days, and his brother was shook. He never once heard Charles talk/act that way towards you, and he himself didn't know what got to him. While he was spending his summer break with his girlfriend, Carla, his brother was treating his own girlfriend like shit.

After a long call and some "you're an idiot"'s later, Charles had noticed it was already really late. He hung up the phone and went to your shared bedroom, noticing that you unlocked the door. As much as you didn't want to see him right now, you also didn't want him to sleep on the couch after the long day he had.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the bedroom was your back. You usually waited for him with open arms to cuddle, but this time you just simply turned away from him. He also noticed the dress you picked out for your date on the floor, your makeup bag being a mess and a bunch of makeup wipes, and some tissues too.

He felt like a complete asshole, not only did he avoid you but he made you cry aswell. He felt like his heart shattered at the sight of your dried tears on your cheek, but at the same time he didn't want to wake you up from your peaceful sleep.

He changed into his pajama pants, and laid down next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you from behind, holding you really close to him and drifting off to sleep.

You woke up to the sun shining through the curtains, you figured it would be late already so you were surprised when you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind. You thought that Charles will go to work today too but he didn't, when you turned around to look at him you noticed he was up already. You just looked at each other, when he broke the silence.

"I'm really sorry Y/N, I got a bit too carried away with work. I never realized how much i avoided you and I'm sorry if I hurt you with anything, I really want to make it up to you"

"It's okay, Charles" you smiled. "I know work is important-"

"Work is never more important than you, love. Now get ready, I will take you out to breakfast" he said.

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[vvxgs]

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗜𝗡 ── CHARLES L.

°˖✧˚ SYNOPSIS — ❝Y/N understood quantum physics, but Charles Leclerc was a true mystery to her.❞

°˖✧˚ PAIRING — Y/N && Charles Leclerc.

°˖✧˚ WARNINGS — mentions of guns and drastic interrogation methods.

°˖✧˚ A/N — i might turn this into something (full fic maybe?), but for now, enjoy whatever the hell this au! is. please remember that english is not my first language! errors and weird senteces might appear.

The chilling silence hung in the air, freezing blood in their veins. The room was consumed by an eerie stillness, broken only by the muffled sound of a shooter's boot hitting the floor. It shattered the tangible silence, disrupted by uneven breaths tainted with nervousness. Nothing was disturbing the lethargy, driven by the desperate determination to succeed in the operation. Not even the urge to reach for the rifle slung over the shoulder. Clouds of smoke accompanied the men, dispersed by the retreating night and replaced by the pinkish hue of the rising sun on the horizon. The exhaled air left behind only a fleeting, foggy memory, devoid of any imagery.

"Clear.", came the slightly distorted voice, illuminated by the red glow of the dashboard. A makeshift map with blood-colored markers denoting soldiers from his unit, was displayed on a small screen, about a dozen inches in size. All eyes in the vehicle turned to him, a gaze he could feel even without acknowledging anyone. Without hesitation, he nodded, opening the side doors and pushing his hair away from his forehead.

"Get inside and make sure the target doesn't call for help.", he replied coolly, extending his leg out of the black van. Its makeshift ordinariness was merely a cover, a tiny detail in the grand scheme of the clandestine operation. He felt no scent of doubt, no impulse of weakness that could shake his unwavering confidence in his abilities. After all, infiltrating the enemy's capital to abduct a few local geniuses was not extraordinary, right?

Just a few swift, measured steps brought them to the emotionally charged house, practically a mansion, bestowed upon another nerd by the state in exchange for silence and obedience to the law. The thought of all these geniuses devoid of any values, selfishly envisioning a future tainted by the state's poison, filled him with pure disgust. The morality instilled in him by growing up among revolutionaries could never comprehend such behavior. This community was dying at the monarchy's behest, and those who could help traded their skills for a comfortable and prosperous life. They had indeed set an interesting price for human life.

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, which bore no resemblance to the navy blue uniform adorned with badges. In a moment, he crossed the threshold of the building. It wasn't his first time intercepting a 'genius,' so the exclusivity failed to impress him. Besides, the Empire sent enough money to silence their power, balancing the environment he moved in. Soon, he heard the hurried footsteps of one of his subordinates, which turned out to be accompanied by others. Female, he noted after a while. The only thing that amused him was shooter's glove in the hostage's mouth.

He measured her with a stern look, leaning in and grimacing in displeasure.

"Year after year, they make less of an impression, Ms. Y/S.", he remarked, referring to the mediocrity of the woman . "I hope your mind isn't as dull as your face."

His forearms unconsciously crossed over his chest, while his index finger, supported by his elbow, rubbed the space between his brows, expressing his dissatisfaction with the current situation. It was so straightforward yet convoluted that his desire to be here vanished faster than ever before, if one didn't classify the obvious reluctance that emerged beforehand.

"Mr. Leclerc, you are in serious trouble. My father won't be pleased when he finds out about everything.", Y/N said.

"I'll blow your brains out and damage your organs so severely that no doctor will be able to help you before he does anything."

"I'd like to see you try to pull the trigger, Charles."

Y/N knew him too well. How could he shoot his first love? His beloved who, after breaking his heart, made his whole life feel like he was inhaling flowers that had no scent?

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[darling2411]

Take it out on me

pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: smut [ making out, p in v, unprotected sex]

summary: The Monaco GP 2022

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The sound of the door slamming shut pulled you out of your light slumber.

You had fallen asleep after waiting for your boyfriend to come home, but as you had already suspected, he had gotten kept up at work.

You hear him put down his things and take off his shoes and the zipper of his jacket slicing through the silence, followed by a heavy sigh.

“Charles” you say silently.

“Mon dieu! Mon amour you frightened me.”

“M’sorry baby. And I’m also sorry that I couldn’t come to the race today with you, saw how it ended for you love.” You say while getting up to greet your boyfriend lovingly.

“It’s no problem, mon ange, it was an unfortunate ending but I’m happy for Carlos he deserves every point today.” Charles hugs you tight, his head resting comfortably on yours and he begins swaying you lightly.

“Let’s go to bed, do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“Charles?”

“Yes mon amour?”

“Out with it, what do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're cream cake sugary sweet, that indicates that you want something most of the time.”

“Huh. Well it is true mon amour.”

“So, what is it Charles? You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I love you.”

“I’m ugh stop being so sweet.” He groans “ I’ll ruin the mood, don’t hate me.”

“Just spit it out already!” You roll your eyes.

“Can we, you know, have intercourse?”

You look at him dumbfounded before you burst out laughing, your head is thrown back and you step away from him, your body shaking with laughter.

“Intercourse??” You ask laughing hard “ Charles oh my god” you burst out laughing again, crying joyous tears now “ hell of course we can have intercourse, or you could simply fuck me.”

Your boyfriend's cheeks redden. “Don’t make fun of me now”

He says pouting before he pulls you close again and seals your lips shut in a searing hot kiss.

The atmosphere immediately fills with sparks and tension. Your body buzzes with awareness of how close he is and how good his mouth feels on yours. You let out a moan chanting yes yes yes don’t stop never stop and he must have been able to read your thoughts because he doesn’t stop, no, he only kisses you harder ,more passionately, if that's even possible.

His tongue invades your mouth, makes it his, just how he made your heart his.

“Charles god” you say breathless,” the bedroom, please”

Your boyfriend doesn’t answer with words, but actions. He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and you can feel his erection pressing into your core deliciously, you whimper, his every step causing an amount of friction on your cunt. Just never enough to satisfy you, it’s only making you more desperate to feel him inside you.

Charles lays you down on the bed, your legs still wrapped around him, the look in his eyes takes your breath away.

He’s so beautiful.

“Thank you mon chérie can only give it back.”

You had said that out loud?

You put your hands around his neck and lean up to his ear to whisper “Take it out on me Charles.” He holds your face in his neck and breathes heavily. You take the opportunity and litter his neck in kisses. Sucking on particular spots you know drive him crazy.

“God women, you’ll be the death of me.”

He hears you chuckle and can’t help but smile too. God, how much he loves you.

Pulling back you stare into his eyes. They are clouded with desire. He kisses you. Your body is sofly placed on the bed with him between your legs. Charles trails down to your neck sucking and nibbling coaxing moans and whimpers out of you. You sit up and he helps you out of your shirt and immediately latches onto the new exposed skin. His hands roam your upper body, travelling to your back and unclipping your bralette. He takes it off and cups your breasts in his warm hands. The contrast of his warm hands to the cold air makes you whimper in delight.

Your nipples are hard and sensitive to his every touch. You love it, love how he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You love him.

“Charles please”

“Oui oui mon petit papillon, be patient. “

You are writhing underneath him when he finally puts one of his hands in your sleep shorts and gets two fingers rolling over the front of your panties.

You whimper, needing more.

He pulls your panties to the side, tapping your clit causing you to jolt and moan out his name.

When he is satisfied with the amount of hickeys decorating your skin he stops his abuse on your torso and goes down on you. His hands pull your shorts down and throw them onto the floor, your panties following shortly after.

Laying now completely bare in front of him he takes his time looking at you. His eyes travel over every part of your body, making tingles follow his line of sight.

“Charles, don’t be cruel”

He gives you a wicked grin before undressing himself teasingly slow.

You groan in annoyance.

Finally undressed Charles kneels before you on the bed.

“You want me to make you come with my mouth and fingers first-“

“No Charles, just fuck me please.” You interrupt him desperately.

He takes a shaky breath before pushing into you. The two of you moan in sync when he fills you to the brim. His name a chant on your lips and he is thrusting into you over and over again. Everything but him fades and your only focus lies on how he’s making you feel. He didn’t give you time to adjust, pumping in and out of you at reckless speed, chasing both of your highs.

He is filing you out in every way possible. His soul is tangled with yours, his heart and yours are one, and his mind, his beautiful mind, is nestled against yours.

Your thoughts are all over the place. You're out of your body and you're not in the moment anymore. You're somewhere else with him, always with him. Your eyes and his are locked and you see the world in his eyes, the universe, everything. You see so much love and adoration, desire and longing. And you can’t stop staring into his eyes. Can’t stop screaming his name.

He’s making you feel so good, so much, so alive.

“I can feel you clenching around me mon amour. I know you’re close. Let go baby I’ll catch you.”

Your jaw goes slack and your falling over the edge. And just as promise Charles catches you. He’s holding you close to him as his hips are still rutting into you. With a final thrust he spills his seed into you. You moan. He shouts your name.

The pair of you is breathless and sweaty. His head rests on your sternum and one of your hands is tangled in his hair. Tugging at it and helping him calm down.

When you catch your breath you suggest that you take a shower but are met with only silence.

He fell asleep and it makes you smile.

You push him off of you carefully and stand up to go to the bathroom. He’s saying something you can’t quite make out but you respond anyway.

“I’ll be right back, love. M’just gonna clean myself up and go pee then I’ll be back.”

He murmurs something inaudible and snuggles into his pillow.

You walk into the bathroom with a smile attached to your lips. He’s just the cutest.

You handle what you wanted to do in the bathroom and return to Charles and the warmth and coziness of your shared bed quickly.

“I love you mon chérie. Your the best.”

“ I love you too, Perceval. Whenever you need me just tell me.”

Charles opens up his arms and you snuggle close to him.

His heart beat is like a lullaby, letting you drift off to sleep easily.

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[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen with their third wheel of the day. 🤭 🎥: 2023 Mexico City Grand Prix, post-qualifying

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[lxclerc]

anyone who posts edits of the old wags (charlotte and isa specifically) and says shit like how they miss them or dislikes the new girlfriends bc they miss them needs to get a grip, step away from the situation, get in some fresh air and vitamin D and see how fucking weird and creepy yall are acting

#jesus christ it isnt your relationship #let those girls rest from this entire circus #charles leclerc #formula 1 #carlos sainz #also leave the new gfs alone ffs

[justc2world]

"Our home" right

#carlos ffs #keep that tongue inside your mouth #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #charlos #c2 #scuderia ferrari #f1

[f1bordeaux]

Can you do one with Lando and the quotes, “We were supposed to get married” + “Wake up please I can’t do this without you” + “Everything I do I do in memory of her” thank u:)

What I Desire The Most | ln4

How do you cope? He isn't sure. None of us are really sure. Warnings: Angst, character death Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (y/n never mentioned) Word Count: 1189 Story Style | Poetry Style A/n:I wanted to write something small for this one, something with less dialogue and more story? It's sad, i suppose, so for that I'm sorry. But that's what you wanted, isn't it? ;)

There comes a time at the end of a party, after everyone has drunk their fill, when you know it’s time to leave.

Perhaps death is the same way.

Maybe the crowd has thinned, at least of those you knew. The front door is constantly opening and closing, conversation going with it. Everybody has an equal understanding that this is it, this is the end. There will be no more lingering, no more drinking, no more festivities. Time is up. Slowly, everyone will go, leaving behind an empty house with trash in the corners. Someone’s clothes are floating in the pool. The beer pong table is still set up in the dining room. You never got to finish that chat you started hours ago. But everybody is gone now. It’s time for you to go, too. Things will be left unsaid, stories will go untold. But you had fun. You laughed and cried and danced and sang. It’s time to start over.

Maybe the party is still in full swing when you decide to leave. Nobody has crossed the ‘too drunk’ line yet. Bodies sway to the music, heat is passed on from person to person, the fridge is full, there is somebody naked coming in from the back porch. And although you’re having fun, you realize that you need to go. You’ve had your share, you’ve shown your face, you’ve come for some laughs and now, it is time to depart. Your friends will be upset, wishing that you had stayed just a little longer. Your presence will become nothing more than a photograph strung on the wall. People will speak of you in conversations like so; “Remember her? Remember how amazing she was?” But you will not be there to listen. You’ll be out the door, walking down the street with a smile on your face. You’ll be content. The party was good, you’ll tell yourself. But it’s time to start over. Time to find better.

In this circumstance, the party is in full swing. You’re leaving too soon.

His hand is intertwined with yours, the temperature difference enough to send a chill through his spine. Somewhere in the crash, you lost your bracelet. He still wears his, though. It’s orange and white, the letter beads spelling out your name. You made it for him oh so long ago. At least, it feels like that. All of a sudden, it feels like he’s known you for his whole life. It feels like you two met decades ago, bodies so familiar that you knew they had been together in another life. Your body is cold now, however. It feels different to him. It feels empty.

“We were supposed to get married.” He whispered no louder than the beeping of the machine attached to your paling skin. The engagement ring on your finger has cracked in half. It’s somewhere in a plastic baggie with your phone, wallet, clothes, shoes. It’s somewhere you are not. Nobody really knows where you are to be honest. Maybe your soul is already gone. Maybe it’s not. Lando doesn’t know, either. He hopes you’re still here, listening to him beg. God he hopes you’re still here. “Wake up please. I can’t do this without you.”

Four years, he thinks. Four years was not nearly enough time with you. He needed at least a million more.

He knew that if you left him, leaving him alone on this cruel planet, that life would never be the same. He’d look for your body in each paddock he visited. Although nobody laughed like you, he would still turn around at the slight similarities other girls had in their laughs hoping, praying, that you’d be there. Never again would a race weekend feel complete. Never again would a podium feel right without your lips waiting for a congratulatory kiss. He’d have to move houses, too. There was no way he’d be able to walk in the front door of your Monegasque home and see all of your belongings next to his. Your shoes, your closet full of clothes, your blankets draped on the couch, your makeup on the bathroom counter. No, he would have to move.

He’d never swim in a pool again, too busy thinking about you and him swimming in your pool at late hours of the night. He’d never visit the beach, being reminded too often that the shoreline of Monaco was where you two met. He’d never eat pizza again-it was your favorite food. He’d never watch a Disney movie, that was what Tuesday night date nights were for. Life would become so dull, so colorless.

“I need you, baby. Please.” He spoke to nobody. He was alone in the hospital room. Sadly enough, he already knew it. “I love you.”

The weeks would pass, the days would drag on. There would never come a moment where he got over you. Sure enough, every girl who passed him in the paddock with your hair color caught his attention. He’d smile to himself, amused at how he predicted his own actions. His heart would pound, his hands would shake. It wasn’t you. It would never be you again.

He would be jealous of his fellow drivers who brought their girlfriends to the race. They opted to not speak about love, romance, date nights, their sex life or anything of the sorts in front of him anymore. A few of the boys took him to a music concert in Belgium. They followed it up with a trip to Ibiza. He refused to go to the beach, however. “Let’s just stay in the city.” He’d say. “I’m not a beach guy. I hate the beach.”

The nights were cold and lonely, the days were hot and blank. But, he raced. He pushed the limits of his car and of his body. He shocked everyone with his new aggressive, dominant and unforgiving driving style. “You’re going to kill yourself driving like that, Lando.” His race engineer would tell him.

“I know.” Is all he would respond with.

A tattoo, the first on his tanned skin, would pop up. Roman numerals-how typical, fans would say. But they would stop teasing when they realized the date, hidden on his ribcage, was your birthday.

A trophy-no, a slew of trophies would be dedicated to you; the most impressive one coming in Abu Dhabi two years after your passing. They’d begin to call him a World Champion. He’d continue to call you his reason. “Everything I do,” He’d say on the podium, tears staining his cheeks. He was a World Champion, he had a right to cry. “I do in memory of her.”

And in another life, when your body met his once more, when the heat returned to your skin, when the enjoyment of life returned to his, he would pull you close, saying with a smile; “I’ve been waiting for you.”

To which you would respond, “You’ve come so far, you’ve done so much.”

“You are better than all of that combined. You are what I desire the most. And at last, I finally can say I have it back.”

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[cuoredimarzapane]

Okay so... since we finally have proof that lestappen played padel together also as a team I'm here to say that I'm waiting for the ao3 writers to do their best because I'm craving to read all the fics about that match. Please, if you do that let me know 💘

#lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen fics #lestappen ao3 #ao3 #lestappen ff #charles leclerc #max verstappen #charles x max #ao3 tags #ao3 writer #please write max bott

[hollandwhore]

oh?

#FERRARI GIVE CHARLES A GOOD CAR FFS #I WANNA SEE THEM BATTLE #lestappen #1633 #charles and max #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc #max verstappen

[chocolateleclerc]

charles job is just beach. he loves being in sun with his titties out. he constantly forgets spf. he wears ken acessories and a million dollar watch. he came in this world with lil bambi legs and a big neck to play in the ocean.

#charles leclerc #put on suncreen ffs #every god damn time!!

[valyrfia]

it's crazy to think that 24 hours ago NONE of us had ANY INKLING of what was coming

#i was still fighting whether carlos stays or alex goes to ferrari ffs! #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #formula 1

[xorose-f1]

first time - charles leclerc

summary: your first time with Charles.

authors note: hi guys!! thank you for all the notes on my last post, i am so happy to see that you liked it :) this is my first smut with Charles again, I will write for more drivers in the future, or even make a series. if you have any driver requests feel free to write them to me <3

WARNINGS: contains smut, read at your own risk!! fingering (f receiving), p in v, losing virginity, slight choking, swearing

genre: smut

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You and Charles have been together for a few months now. At first you were barely able to see each other at all, with his tight racing schedule and endless meetings in other countries, but lately you've been going to his races a lot more.

You never really thought about it, but whenever you did see each other for a few days you were too scared to make a move on him. Sure you had a few make out sessions here and there, but it never really went further than that. You weren't sure if Charles wanted it too, but his body language always told you otherwise. Infact, he was dying to touch and feel you, but he never wanted to do something that you weren't comfortable with. So, he just waited until you were ready to make the move. He knew you were still a virgin, since your past few boyfriends never really lasted more than a month or two.

And that day was today. You were lazily making out on the couch again, and you could feel Charles slowly getting hard under you, simply from kissing and touching you in different places. You decided that you want to make the move, even though you were a bit scared, you were definitely ready. You knew that Charles won't know if you just kept kissing so you slowly went from his lips to his neck, sucking a few hickeys. He let out a few groans and you kept kissing and sucking on his neck, while your hands went down further and started zipping his pants down.

You could sense that Charles was a bit surprised, so he quickly grabbed your hands, and looked into your eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do this if you are not ready" he asked.

You quickly pulled his hand away and unzipped his pants. "I'm more than ready Charles" you reassured him.

With that being said, he quickly grabbed you and carried you to the bedroom. He softly laid you down on the bed, and started kissing you, with his pants still being unzipped on his waist. His hands wandered all over your body, until it stopped at your legs. He started slowly pulling down your shorts, and then your underwear. You were dripping already which made him smile, but he saw that you were getting shy, with you covering your eyes with your forearm when he looked up at you.

"Mon amour" he said. "You look fucking gorgeous. Can I?"

You melted away at his words and quickly nodded, as you were getting more and more turned on at the sight of him between your legs. He entered a finger inside you, and you opened your eyes that moment, moaning from the pleasure. When he saw that you were starting to stretch out he added another finger, and another. You were a moaning mess already, which embarrassed you so you started biting your lips to surpress the moans. Charles didn't like that, and he put his hand around your throat gently, careful not to make it painful for you.

"Don't hide your beautiful moans chérie" he demanded, which you just quickly nodded to.

He was thrusting his fingers in and out of you as you were getting more close to the edge, but you felt like you wanted more. You reached out to his hand and stopped him, as he looked at you concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"I want you inside me, Charles" even you were surprised at your boldness, but you wanted him way too much to focus on that now.

"Baby, are you sure? You don't have to-"

"Please, Charles" you basically begged him, and you didn't need to say another word to him as he quickly got out of his pants. He pulled out a condom from the drawer and pulled it on, while he was aligning himself at your entrance.

He took your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand.

"If it's painful, squeeze my hand okay? If theres anything wrong-"

"Just fuck me already Charles" you said as you were getting impatient, but you couldn't deny that you loved how caring he was.

He just smiled and slowly started entering you. You squeezed his hand, you couldn't deny that it was a bit painful at first. You two kept looking at each other, as he was slowly starting to thrust in you. Slowly the pain started to turn into pleasure again, and you started moaning again, with Charles letting out a few breathy groans aswell.

"You feel amazing love" he breathed out, and you couldn't help but blush at his comment. This whole time he kept admiring you, while also looking out for you to see if you were in any pain or discomfort.

He slowly started to sped up his movements, and you got completely lost in the ecstasy, he was amazing. The more and more he kept thrusting into you you found yourself close to the edge again, while he let out a few groans and moans as you started to clench around him.

"Charles I-"

"I know baby, come for me"

He kept thrusting into you as you lost it and reached you orgasm, you almost screamed out his name while you came. He followed right after you, he let out a loud groan and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

You stayed like that for a few seconds as he kissed you, and reassured you.

"You were amazing my love, I love you" he said as he kissed your nose.

"I love you too Charles" you smiled.

"Are you okay? Was it painful-"

"I'm okay charles, it was amazing" you also reassured him.

He pulled out of you and threw away the condom. He slowly picked you up again and carried you to the bathroom, putting you on a chair.

He started to fill the bathtub up with warm water, and made you both a bubble bath. You wanted to get up on your legs to go in but he picked you up again, carefully putting you in the water. Shortly after that, he joined you.

You went close to him and laid your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. You didn't need to say a word to each other as you relaxed there in peace, with Charles caressing your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

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[zcorners120]

Hello, could you please make a part 3 for the shut up and get in story? I loved part 1 and part 2! Maybe that they walk into the paddock and garage together and that those mechanics are shocked that they are together. But if you come up with something else I will be happy with that as well!

yes ! im v happy to see my arthur fics getting recognition, especially shut up & get in, i put loads of effort into them <3 it's been a while since i wrote them so i had to re read them LMAAAOO

arthur leclerc x reader MASTERLIST PART ONE PART TWO

synopsis; your confusing newfound relationship with Arthur has now started to progress further..

warnings;

Trapped in his embrace, you began to increasingly panic. Maybe if you just pretended to fall asleep for awhile? Or do you just pull out of his grip?

You took the riskier option, having to pull with every muscle and get out of his strong arms. He stirred slightly, the gentle sunlight gracing his relaxed face as he dozed off.

You changed back into your now dry jeans, keeping his shirt on as you spray some deodorant and perfume on that you had in your bag. Slipping down the stairs and into the kitchen you made some breakfast, humming a tune from a shitty song, mixing the eggs in the pan.

"Something smells good." A deep voice announces, accompanied by the steps that it was taking towards you.

Slightly jumping, forgetting it wasn't just you in this incredible house.

"Oh yeah sorry, thought I'd just make us something." You cringed at the thought of this, you 24 hours ago wouldn't of have believed the situation.

He sat opposite on the kitchen island, rubbing his eyes groggily.

"I don't wanna bring this up, but like, sleeping together? What do we make of that?" Stirring the scrambled eggs before stopping, looking up and being met with Arthur's raised eyebrows.

"At least let me eat the eggs first, damn." Witty attitude straight from the morning.

"Not like that, pervert." You flicked a bit of broken egg shell towards him that you hadn't thrown away yet.

Little did you know, that egg shell was about to start war.

You saw the demeanour on his face turn from playful to something serious behind his eyes, but you were a bit too curious to find out.

Turning around with a smirk plastered on your face, thinking you'd finally won against him. Getting the pancake mix ready, you felt something wet and gooey fall on your head, running down the back of your neck.

"You're game."

Splatters everywhere. Ketchup in places it shouldn't be. Equally soaked in milk and runny yolk dripping.

Sat down on the wet floor opposite each other, absolutely beat by your childish activities. Trying to pretend like Arthur didn't pick you up by the waist, screaming when dropped you in a concoction of blueberries, smashed avocado and strawberry jam. Or closing you into the corner of the kitchen, his hot and heavy breath millimetres away from your plump lips, moment ruined by yoghurt falling and saturating your hair.

As you went to shower, for the second time, in Arthur Leclerc's shower, he posted something on his story.

Agreeing to a peace treaty, you headed to work in Arthur's car again, wearing another one of his tops and a pair of his joggers since he insisted.

Walking through the double doors to the academy together, huge smiles plastered on your faces was truly a sight that had to be seen with your own eyes.

The other mechanics went quiet, slightly in shock to see the two of you walking in late, giddy, and wearing his clothes.

"I thought they hated each other?" One asked his friend, to which his friend shakes his head and replies.

"They're kids. Who knows at this rate?"

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[monacodarling]

The article going around about Christian and the engineers having a bit of Max time every now and then during races and like

What if Max going to find Charles, and Charles bringing up race talk to Max because he knows Max is a nerd for it just like Charles unknowingly stepping a bit into that ritual of Max time as well 🥹🥹🥹🥹

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #cl16 #mv33 #mv1 #let’s face it #max has a finsta #and Charles is following that account #they’re ff each other on that account #maybe Charles has a finsta too hahaha #f1

[il-predestinato]

"Hurry up and put your arms around me!"

Max Verstappen & Charles Leclerc | podium celebrations | 2023 Belgian Grand Prix 🎥: F1TV

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #f1 #* #my edit #belgian gp 2023 #spa 2023 #max ffs just rub your sweaty sticky hands on charles... hurry up #checo: perpetual third wheel