RAFE CAMERON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

Could you do a Charles leclerc x American!reader? With some Instagram posts. Maybe the reader struggles to understand him or vice versa or something like that?

off to the races | charles leclerc

hello lovely! sorry for the wait!! also might do a part 2 lol not sure yet 🫶🏼🫶🏼

faceclaim natalia dyer

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charles_leclerc could i be the sky on the Fourth of July?

f1ruinedmylife daniel is the honorary texan, valtterri the honorary aussie and now charles?

arthur_leclerc rapporte moi une chemise

y/n.l/n 😀 I’m going to pretend i know what that means because instagram isn’t giving me the translation

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y/n.l/n regarder mon amant (i might cry if that’s wrong, I’m trying okay😔)

carla.brocker you’re doing amazing sweetie 😍

charles_leclerc I’m not sure what else americans say but damn girl are you single?😏😍

y/n.l/n please stop I’m begging

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psa f1blr: it has come to my attention that far too many ppl on this hellsite don't know where to stream races illegally so i'll make it very simple. you can do it HERE or HERE :)

Hey!

Heres my request for ur fem!driver series:

Y/N wins her first race and everyone is waiting for her national anthem to play but somehow an error in the sound system leads to this song playing:

But instead of being mad abt it, she’s ecstatic just absolutely vibes her lil heart out on the podium and soon she has the other drivers, some commentators and the entire crowd joining in w/ her (cuz she’s THAT GIRL🤩😂)

PLEASE RISE FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM

pairings: lewis hamilton x driver!reader / charles leclerc x driver!reader

warning: kinda changed how the podium ceremony normally goes, but it's nothing drastic, tbh. they already received their trophy and champagne.

author's note: thank you so much for the request, I started laughing when I read it, cause it reminded me of that one meme. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and lmk what you think of it 🫶

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Y/N stood proudly on the top step of the podium, full in disbelief that this day had actually come. She had won an Formula 1 race, she had won a Grand Prix. The first woman in history to actually do that.

Charles and Lewis glanced up at her, delighted that they could witness the historical moment from this close. They always had the faith that she could do it one day, that she had the skills to overtake them and cross the checkered flag first.

The time had come for her national anthem to start playing. Her eyes welled up with tears, the patriotic feeling in her rising up and the knowledge she had done her country proud. Y/N had prepared herself and had put tissues in the pockets of her racing suit, knowing she was probably gonna end up sobbing by the time the song had finished.

Only, that moment didn't happen.

There had been a mistake in the sound system and instead of the beautiful harmonies of an orchestra being heard, the opening beats of the hip hop song 'Get Low' by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz were being played.

It had taken Y/N a few seconds to comprehend what was happening, the frown on her face evident that she was confused. Similar expressions of confusion and shock were found on Lewis, Charles and everyone else's faces.

Y/N briefly glanced at the staff on the side of the podium and the audience anticipated what she would do. The young woman could give one of two reactions. The first reaction would be for her to stay serious and be upset about the fact that her national anthem wasn't being played. Or, she could go along with the situation, and start dancing to the song to make it fun for everyone witnessing the moment.

Obviously, she went for the second option.

It started with the bobbing of her head to the loud beats that were coming out of the speakers, wiping away the tears that had escaped earlier with her hands. Then, she began to mouth the lyrics and the sight only became funnier from there on.

The song wasn't even halfway done or the podium ceremony had become a concert with the female driver as the headlining act. At first, Lewis and Charles had covered their faces in embarrassment, not for the young woman, but simply for the entire situation. Yet, once they saw the crowd getting hyped up, they joined her and started jumping up and down.

Upon seeing their still unopened champagne bottles standing lonely on the podium, Y/N started the fire and began shaking it. As soon as her two colleagues noticed what she was doing, they picked up their own respective bottles and started doing the same.

Eventually, the song ended and the podium ceremony was over, to everyone's dismay. The drivers picked up their trophies and made their way down the grid again for the short post-podium interview.

Y/N had been the first one to come downstairs and Coulthard grabbed that oppurtunity to interview the young woman first.

''Y/N, what's going through your head right now?'' He asked, handing a microphone to her.

Her hand went through her hair, thinking of the right words to say. ''Pff, I don't know, David,'' her voice sounded out of breath, ''I'm still processing what just happened.'' She nervously laughed, public speaking not being her favorite thing to do.

''I think we're all still processing what just happened,'' Coulthard laughed along, ''what went wrong there on the podium?''

She shook her head, looking back at said podium behind her. ''Geez, uh, I think there was a mistake or something with the cd and, uh, yeah, my national anthem started playing.''

Coulthard started a new question, wanting to change the subject, but was interrupted. ''You know, David- I'm very proud of my country, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, I know I've made my people proud.'' She joked, making the audience laugh as they listened to the interview.

''That's great, Y/N,'' Coulthard awkwardly replied, just wanting to continue to ask his questions, ''So, about the race…''

''Yes, the race.''

''Talk us through it, how did you feel it was going?''

Y/N nodded her head to David's words. ''The race, uh, the race, it went, uh- listen, I've gotta be honest- I don't remember a thing, but I'm gonna assume I did really well, you know, cause I won.'' She rambled on, genuinely having forgotten all about the competition that had happened earlier.

Lewis, who was standing a few feet away from her, loudly cackled at her answer and his laugh was picked up by the microphone.

''Alright, Y/N, thank you so much and congratulations.'' He padded her shoulder, rounding up the interview.

''I'm so sorry, David.''

why am i seeing that flying dutchman in the lewis tags…??? don’t piss me off…

seat fitting

lewis hamilton/oc

words: 600

just a little blurb about sitting in lewis’s mercedes <3

“and please, call me toto.” he insists after you call him mr. wolff (again).

“toto it is then.” you nod, looking past the car and out the garage, seeing the silver of george’s mercedes fly past on the track.

“do you want to sit in the car?” lewis asks, cocking his head towards his w15, yet to be officially driven, as it’s the first day of practice, and george won the coin flip of getting the morning practice.

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PRIVATE LANDING — Lewis Hamilton Fanfic

“I didn’t hide my family from the world, I hid the world from my family.”

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x wife (name is soon to be revealed) (face claim is Justine Skye)

COMING SOON….

rafe cameron as your boyfriend.

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader.

warnings: nsfw under the cut and inappropriate language used.

author’s notes: let’s all just think this is fanon rafe lmaooo also him and the pogues are coming back to me soon!!! do not copy, post on another site, translate or claim any of my works as your own or you will be reported! nav.

in the relationship

• he is completely obsessed with you

• literally shows you off to everyone!!!!

• calls you “princess” “baby” and “pretty girl” any chance he could get

• spoils you ROTTEN

• like he loves spoiling you, especially when it comes to buying you new sets of bikinis that he would love to see on you every time you two go for a swim at the beach. sometimes you might think he is doing it too much, but he would buy you absolutely anything you want

• he always gets teased by his friends for being too pussy whipped for you

• he doesn’t denies it. at all.

• topper would retort, “wow, you call me pussy whipped for sarah while you're practically wrapped around y/n’s pretty finger.”

• but rafe’s friends absolutely adore you to the extent that they ask him whether you'll be coming with them at every party they go

• “alright, back off my girl, bro.” he would scowl furiously at topper whenever the boy gives you a lengthy hug in greeting

• always has a hand around your waist

• or he would constantly pull you into his lap while drinking at a party, his arms encircling your waist

• neck kisses!!!!! lots of it

• holds your heels after coming back from a party

nsfw

• buys you an expensive necklace and makes you wear it while completely bare other than the necklace while fucking you

• a quickie in the bathroom at a party especially after seeing you dance seductively across the room with your own friends, rafe cannot control himself and he has to have you right here and now

• “let’s be quick baby, i just need you right now.”

• fucks you with his fingers roughly while attacking your neck with hot kisses

• he is in control !!!!

• either praises you or degrades you

• you would moan in pleasure either way, he was just too fucking good at this

• eating you out is probably his second favorite thing to do, after spoiling you of course

• he was harsh, but you loved it anyway with his hands on either inside of your thighs, prodding your legs to open wider as his tongue would be devouring your pussy and teeth skimming over your cunt as you would grip his hair and cry out

• “so fucking beautiful. you’re my pretty girl, you got that?”

• he literally gets possessive and will remind you during sex that he is the only one who can make you feel this way

• “mine,” he would mutter with each thrust

Personally I don’t find the appeal of fics where reader is the s*l*u*t to the majority of the grid and she’s all dumb like. It’s yucky to me and I would like for tumblr to STOP recommending those fics to me. Thank you.