The Devil With His Angel

could you pls do a fic of a jealous/protective tommy shelby?🫶

You're Mine

Thomas Shelby was always going to be protective of you; after what had happened to Grace you couldn’t really blame him. But what you didn’t expect was for him to get jealous because of his own brother.

When you and Tommy first started dating, heads would turn in shock when the two of you would walk down Watery Lane with your hand firmly clasped in his. He would always make sure that he had at least one hand on you, if your hand wasn’t holding his, he’d have a hand on the small of your back or resting on the back of your neck if you were sitting and he was standing.

The two of you had arrived at The Garrison to join Arthur, John, Michael, Polly and Finn for a couple of drinks. Once you were settled in the snug little private room with the rest of the Shelby’s, Tommy pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder before heading out to the bar to get you both a drink, leaving you in the company of his brothers, his cousin and his aunt.

‘Is that brother of mine keeping you locked away?’ Arthur said teasingly, moving to sit next to you and throwing his arm around the back of your seat. ‘We’ve not seen you in a while sweetheart.’

You laughed, used to Arthur’s teasing when it came to Tommy’s protectiveness of you. ‘I’ve just been busy at the house,’ you replied. A couple of weeks ago, you and Tommy had moved in together and you were still unpacking your things and making yourself at home in the huge house.

‘Well you make sure you join us a bit more, you hear me? A pretty face like that shouldn’t be hidden away,’ Arthur said mock-sternly. It was at this moment that Tommy walked back into the little room and his eyes zeroed in on your and Arthur’s cosy position, Arthur’s arm curled slightly around your arm as he brought you in for a small side hug and pressed a firm kiss to the side of your head, making laughter bubble from your throat.

Tommy sat both of your drinks in front of the chair he lowered himself into and you looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes as you thanked him and even though Tommy could see how much your eyes had lit up when he walked back into the room, there was still something niggling at the back of his mind that he didn’t like.

‘(Y/N),’ he called, catching your attention immediately, ‘come and sit here,’ he said, cocking his head to gesture you away from your current seat. You instantly, stood up and made your way around the table only to be pulled down until you were sitting on Tommy’s lap, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

‘You okay?’ you asked, running your fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek with your palm. He nodded but you still noticed how his jaw seemed tighter than usual. A smirk grew on your lips as you realised that he was glaring at Arthur. ‘Mr Shelby are you jealous?’ you asked low enough so only Tommy would be able to hear over the ruckus that the rest of the Shelby’s were making.

‘You’re mine,’ he said, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.

‘Thomas Shelby, you have nothing to be jealous about. I’m yours, nothing’s going to change that.’ You told him, squeezing the arm that was wrapped around your waist slightly.

Deciding to show his family who you belonged to, his free hand came up to grasp your chin, turning your head to face him as he roughly pressed his lips to yours, claiming you as his in front of his family.

"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

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I wish someone would write about him!

😍😍

Why does no one write for this man??!!

my bby dont enough love in the fanfic realm so here i am!! just some more self indulgent nonsense, dont mind me. 

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‘Princess of Positivity’ Big E (Ettore) x fem!reader

^what happens when you add the raw women’s champion to the new day, a stable with the wwe champion and raw tag team champions? what also happens when two of them have major interest in the other?^

- guest starring: kofi and xavier (austin), sonya deville (daria) and adam pearce, becky lynch and seth rollins (colby) - errbody on raw and are champions bc you live in donna’s world and it’s donna’s world that youre living in - the only thing that stopped me from posting this is i didnt know what song i wanted for readers theme; yes i watched dance moms, the music was fire - i dont know how to write wrestling matches so its just mentioned and later skipped over - Y/R/N - your ring name, Y/N/N - your nickname

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hi! think you're gonna write for Toji? 👉👈

absolutely<33

cw: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, no use of y/n, age gap, unprotected piv sex, creampie, fingering, oral sex f!receiving, swearing, reader wears make up, lazy & filthy writing

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

been thinking a lot about dbf!toji lately,

Toji has you pressed against the counter, his chest flush against your back, “Dirty fuckin' girl, feelin' me up when your dad was right there.. Y'wanted to get caught, is that it?...” one hand squeezes and palms at your tits while the other holds your jaw, turning your head to the side, so he can plant a kiss on your parted lips. His eyes glint when you whimper as he pulls back from you, his thumb running over your lips messily.

“Couldn't help myself, Toji.. Want you all the time, can't think of anything else.” he groans at that, dropping his head to nuzzle his nose against your hair, “Don't say shit like that, or I won't be able to hold myself back, honey..” he grinds himself against you, his eyes dropping to watch you push your ass back to him,

“Don't want you to..”

He curses under his breath as he lays a sharp slap on your bum, taking a step away from you right after, “Bend over, ass up.” you immediately do as he says, bracing yourself on your forearms as you arch your back for him, giving him the perfect view of your panty clad pussy,

He bites back a grin as he kneads your ass under your skirt, his thumb running over your covered folds, “Yeah... just like that,”

It's not long before he has his pants and briefs bunched up at his ankles. He brings his hand up to his mouth to lick his ring and middle finger, and then he's holding your panties to the side, nudging your folds with his fingers before he's pushing them inside of you, moaning when your juices flow down his palm. “So fucking messy..”

You whimper and push your hips back against his hand, his palm meeting the swell of your ass in a lewd slap. He clicks his tongue, grabbing your hip to steady you, and resumes thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, making sure to crook his fingers juust right, smirking when you clutch the counter top, a sweet moan escaping your lips.

Toji almost gets hypnotized by the way his fingers get lost in your cunt, his mouth watering at the sight, and he sighs when he feels you squeeze around them. The hold on your hip softens, and his hand falls to his cock, jerking it in sync with his fingers, up and down, in and out.

He glances up at you, and grins when he sees how you stare wide-eyed at how he's stroking his cock slowly, gnawing at your lip. He seems to notice the uncertainty in your eyes because he chuckles, “Awh 's okay baby, you can take it f'r me right? You'll fucking take it c'mon..” he pulls his fingers out, smearing your wetness all over the head of his cock, and then grabs it by the base, tapping the tip over your folds two times for good measure. He's flicking your flowy skirt up, not wanting it to obscure his view, before he's pushing himself inside your pussy.

You immediately clench around the head of his cock, and he hisses lowly, pushing you flush against the counter with a hand on the arch of your back. You whimper, your cheek smushed against the cold surface, “Wait- fuck. Toji, it's too much-”

He clicks his tongue, his hand gliding up your back to hold the curve that connects your neck to your shoulder, slowly pulling you back into him, his cock sinking an inch deeper, “You asked for it- Christ- practically begged for it, and now it's too much? Don't be a brat, you've taken my cock before-”

He coos, “Be good for me, and I swear I'll fuck you so good, baby, promise,” you whimper but nod nonetheless, head dropping in between your arms, feeling Toji push his cock inside you deeper, and fuck, you can feel the veins on the sides of his cock rub against your gummy walls-

He shudders when he buries himself to the hilt- and he stays there, grinding his hips up, huffing out a chuckle when you mewl, “Theere we go.. see? Wasn't so hard, was it?” the hand on your hip travels lower to nudge your ass cheek to the side, and he groans when he sees your pussy practically sucking him in when he pulls out slowly, “Oh God, baby.. this pussy's too fuckin' good t'me.. you're perfect,”

You moan, lifting your head to look at him over your shoulder, “It's all yours baby,”

He snarls, pulling you back against his cock hard, and your mouth drops open in a silent scream when he starts slamming his hips into you in an unforgiving pace, the fluttering of your walls around his cock making him groan deeply, his vision blurring for a second, “Fuck- my good girl, mine- say it.”

“Mhhyes 'm fucking yours,”

“Say. it.”

“M your slut!! Only yours- shit,”

Toji laughs breathlessly, “That's not what I said baby... Has your head gone all dumb, huh? You wanna be my slut?”

“Ye-esss pleaseplease, wan' it so bad,”

You suddenly claw at the hand that's holding your hip, and the rolls of his hips falter as he glances down at you, “What's wrong? Do you want to stop-” you shake your head quickly, “Don't you dare stop.” you pant as you nudge his hand again with your fingers, and he finally gets it, “You wanna hold my hand, baby?” you nod then, your eyes hazy, and sooo cockdrunk, that it makes his cock twitch. (you respond by tightening your pussy, hiding your grin with your hand when his breath hitches)

Toji's eyes roll back when he laces your fingers together, “Fuck.” and it's as if a switch flipped in Toji's mind because he's suddenly fucking into you with a newfound vigor. He's pushing his hips into you with reckless abandon, huffing out moans of his own “Ah shit- you're gonna make me cum, baby.. Been hard for you all fuckin' day,”

Your eyes tear up at how good he's fucking you, your words coming out paired with uncontrollable moans “Cum in me, fucking do it inside, Toji, please-"

Toji grabs you by your arms, pulling your back against his chest as he continues pounding in you, and you nearly scream from the way his cock sinks deeper in your pussy from this position. He's thrusting up this time, kissing your cervix over and over and over.

He makes sure to drop his hand over your own, clutching it tightly as he keeps driving his cock in and out of your drenched pussy, and you push your ass back on his cock involuntarily, and he's fucking gone, “Shit-I'm cumming-”

You moan appreciatively when you feel his warm cum fill your pussy to the brim, and he's still thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper, harder against you “Take it, fucking take it baby-h my God” Toji's thighs shake as he slows the rolls of his hips, and he's moaning lowly, shooting the last of his cum deep inside your cunt.

You shudder when he pulls himself out, trying hard to catch his breath, and you gasp as he turns you around, dropping to his knees a second later. He grabs your thighs and situates them over his shoulder, grunting when he bends his head down to lap at your pussy like a man starved.

You grab onto his hair immediately as you squirm, throwing your head back to moan at the ceiling. “Yesyesyes, please-”

He taps your thigh and brings his hand up, palm outstretched, just as you glance down at him. You clutch his hand, and your heart flutters when he laces your fingers together once again. Toji stops his ministrations to lay a kiss on your knuckles, and you almost cry from the softness of it.

After that, nothing breaks his focus as he continues eating you out, his nose nudging your clit every time you roll your hips against his mouth, and you writhe, “Baby, please-” and he knew exactly what you needed because he brings his thumb up to the swollen bud, rubbing circles on it expertly, his mouth kissing and sucking at your folds, lapping at whatever you give him.

It's only when he pushes his tongue inside and curls it up that you cum. You shake and squirm and moan so loud that you're sure the neighbors would have heard. He doesn't stop rubbing your clit as you orgasm. In fact, he drums the rest of his fingers on it relentlessly, not stopping even when you're crying out, tears messing up your pretty make up. He pulls his mouth from you with a lewd pop, and he's panting- chin drenched with you and him combined.

He can't help himself when he bends down to give your pussy one, two more kisses. You squirm again, and he chuckles, laying a soft slap on your thigh. “Good?” he asks,

You grin down at him, expression totally fucked out, and bring your arm up, throwing it over your face as you hide your mascara stained cheeks from his eyes, “Good.”

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Well You Are Tiny - Max Verstappen

Summary: Y/n is vertically impaired and Max likes to point out the obvious.

Same height kind of gap of reader being 4'11-5'2ft (150-160cm)

No part 2 requests please

Max will outwardly admit he loves the height difference between himself and y/n. He loves his pocket-sized girlfriend, they just have fun and her height is something he maybe likes to target in playful bullying.

"Have you grown?" Max questions as y/n walks into the living room.

"On this occasion, yes." Y/n grins then lifting her shoe high enough to reveal platforms heels that make Max's jaw drop a little before he begins laughing.

"Baby, are you going to be able to keep those on all night?" Max sighs making her frown at him. "Oh come on, you hardly ever wear heels. There's no way you're not going to break your ankles in those."

"Will you not help me if I get that drunk?" Y/n pouts making Max look at her for a moment.

"I will always help you, but I just know that I'm going to end up carrying you or those shoes by the end of the night." Max smiles standing up and seeing that she's narrowed the gap between them by a good 6-7 inches. "When did you even get these?"

"From a shop. Do you not like them?"

"They look great. But if you don't fall over by the end of the night, I'll let you race in my place for Canada." Max laughs making her smile a little.

"I'll hold you to that."

"I know, that's why I said it." Max chuckles making her grin before she kisses him, something that she usually doesn't have such ease in doing. "I don't know if I like this new height."

Y/n is more than aware of Max loving the advantages that come with such a height difference, but it is fun to taunt him with the ability to close the space sometimes.

"Shall we go?" Y/n asks making Max sigh looking down at her feet again before nodding.

"Can you just make sure you're keeping hold of me for stability?" Max mumbles more concerned than anything at this point, the club has stairs and visions of y/n falling down them really sets him on edge.

They get to the club and see Lando with a couple other friends and even Lando looks in awe of y/n's height change.

"So it will be a trip to A&E for you tonight?" Lando asks making Max smile as he orders a round of drinks for everyone.

"She's actually not wobbled yet...but she hasn't had a drink yet either." Max smiles while Lando hums and nods.

-

Max doesn't even bother hiding his smirk and shaking his head as y/n grips his bicep for balance, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Alright, enough. You are not keeping them on." Max states hoisting her up onto one of the bar stools.

Y/n winces as Max pulls off her heels and reveals the bloodied blisters that even he grimaces at. She's definitely drunk enough that she can't feel the extent of just how sore her feet are. but she'll feet it in the morning and she'll feel it paired with a hangover.

"Baby." Max mumbles making the young woman look down and wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Time to go home. It's almost closing time."

It's definitely nowhere near closing time but she's drunk and her feet are a wreck.

Max ends up carrying her out on his back while holding her heels and bag in his hand as they exit. Annoyingly definitely captured on camera as they climb into a car for someone else to drive them home.

"I didn't fall over." Y/n smiles making Max look at her for a moment his concern for her feet having overshadowed his thoughts before he smiles at her. "It's alright, I won't hold it against you."

"No?" Max hums making her smile at him and shake her head.

"No. I don't know if I can even effectively push the pedals." Y/n smiles lazily.

By the time they get back Max is carrying her inside and running the bath to try and clean her feet of the blood that had actually got a little crusty.

"I love you." Y/n smiles as Max actually gently rubs at her feet to clean them.

"I love you too. But you are never wearing those shoes again. You can stay tiny." Max declares making her agree immediately. "I think we might need to just try and bandage up your feet for the night. They're so raw baby."

"In the name of fashion. It's not meant to be practical."

"Yeah, well you're choosing practical from here forward." Max mumbles then looking up at her. "I like my tiny girlfriend...You don't need to injure yourself just to be more level with me."

"Lesson learned. My feet are starting to really hurt." Y/n admits since she's slowly sobering up and the ache and sting of her feet.

-

Sitting out in the sun on a yacht is definitely not something that's a rare luxury when it comes to dating Max. On this occasion, Lando, Daniel, Alex and George have joined them for a birthday celebration for Max.

"You need this." Max states as y/n decides she wants to jump in with everyone else.

He gets her in a life jacket, just for his own peace of mind. Then he picks her up and tosses her like a bit of a doll into the water. Something that is not an uncommon move and y/n resurfaces quickly laughing as some others join her in the water.

"God, if that's how you treat her outside the bedroom-"

"No. We don't want to think about that." George grimaces as Daniel laughs at his own words.

"Do you think she'd quite easily be pulled out to sea being that small?" Lando asks making Max frown only for Daniel manage to push the Brit and they both go into the water. "Daniel!"

"I thought we'd test with you since you're small too." Daniel laughs earning a middle finger before everyone else finally joins them.

Max swims over to y/n with a new concern for her safety despite knowing that she is completely fine.

Although he does laugh a little when she lets him swim them back, him holding the strap of her life vest and lifting her up onto the back of the yacht, keeping himself in the way a little as he remains between her legs.

"I was getting tired out there." Y/n whispers earning a hum and grin from the Dutchman before he jumps up and kisses her lightly before she just leans her head on his shoulder. "I'm going to dry off and put my dress up."

"Cold?"

"A bit, being thrown in was a shock to the system." Y/n smiles swatting him before she stands up with him following.

Safe to say y/n walks the man like a dog, he follows her wherever she goes most of the time, so it surprises no one that he sticks with her and as soon as she's dried off, Max does let her stop with the admittedly short and thin dress. He pushes his own sweater over her head and pulls her down gently into a tight hug.

Y/n does actually love cuddles with Max and the height difference meaning she just feels surrounded by him and right now his body heat is doing her favours. She's slumped into him as others join them on the deck and dry off.

"I love you." Max whispers making her smile brightly looking up at him. "You're somehow even smaller today for some reason."

"Thanks." Y/n snorts earning a grin from hum. "I love you too. Even if you're small for a Dutchman."

Max isn't the tallest of the drivers but he's on the taller side of the average among the drivers.

He does squeeze her especially tightly in a hug for the comment before sighing as he tips her head back to kiss him.

When they eventually get home and shower off properly, Max smiles a little evilly when he sees y/n distracted by her phone lying on the bed. He moves quickly and flops down on her, actually feeling her wheeze underneath him.

"Max. Warning please." Y/n grunts through some laughter since it didn't so much hurt but she definitely was mid-breath in when his body collapsed down on her.

"Sorry, you just looked so small over here. I had to join you." Max grins while she hums bringing her arms around him so she can look at her phone over his shoulder.

"Are you sleeping like this?" Y/n smiles kissing his shoulder while Max just relaxes against her.

"Depends could you actually sleep with me on top of you like this?" Max questions making her properly look at him.

"Yes. Of course I can." Y/n nods making Max look at her softly capturing her in a kiss. "You're like cuddly teddy bear."

"Only for you though. Because you're just my tiny girlfriend." Max smirks then nuzzling down against her. "Goodnight baby."

"Goodnight, Maxie." Y/n whispers placing her phone on the bedside table.

A New Judgment: The Match and Then Some (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.  Part 5.   Part 6.   Part 7.   Part 8.   Part 9.   Part 10.

Nessa catches Zelinas gaze across the ring and discretely gives a little nod. Zelina smiles mischievously before their attention returns to the people in the ring before them. The bell rings signaling the start of the match and Rey steps towards Dominik who promptly backs up and tags Damien in letting him start instead, silently proving what he just said about not wanting to hurt his dad.

Alongside Rhea and Finn Nessa cheers Damien on as he just dominates and throws Rey around the ring, Nessa jumping up and down clapping as Rey is thrown in the corner and Dom is tagged in.

“Make him pay Dom Dom,” She calls out, giggling along with Rhea as Rey is once again thrown about the ring. Eventually, Rey forces his way to his corner and Santos tags himself in running to the opposite corner of the ring, hitting Damien, making him fall off the apron before turning to Dominik and just dominating the fight. Nessa goes over to Damien helping him up. He jumps in the ring as Dominik slides out only to be flipped right back out of the ring by Rey. Nessa helps Damien up again shaking her head and Rhea is over by Dominik with Finn helping him back up. Dominik gets back in the ring and tags Damien back in who quickly gains control over Santos as he did with Rey.

Dominik tags back in and immediately puts Santos in a hold who pushes over to his corner and flips Dom over so he can tag Rey in.

“Come on Dom!” Nessa cheers as Dom pins Rey who kicks out and regains control. Nessa blanches as Rey dropkicks Dom and Rhea jumps onto the apron about to interfere but Dom kicks out of the pin on his own. Nessa goes to stand by Rhea by the ramp knowing what is coming soon.

Rey sets up Dom for the 619 and Rhea pulls Dom off the ropes as Rey approaches to hit it. Zelina runs up on the apron and Nessa pushes Rhea out of the way, Zelina lands on her shoulders flipping her over, her back hitting the barricade and knocking the wind out of her. Rhea kneels by Nessa checking on her before glaring at Zelina once she was sure Nessa was ok. Zelina starts taunting Rhea, “Come on Champ!” she does the come-on gesture as Rhea glares.

“Yeah, you better run!” Rhea threatens and begins to chase her, disappearing in the crowd. Finn helps Nessa up who groans, still sore from training from the last few days.

“Are you ok luv?” He asks, looking at her as she nods her head, keeping her eyes on the match. Dom tags Damien in who is almost immediately thrown out of the ring and Rey completes the 619 on Dominik before Damien can get back in the ring being the legal man. He slams down Santos and pins him, getting the win. Damien quickly rolls out of the ring as the LWO enters it and the four of them slowly back up the ramp, Dominik’s and Damien’s arms thrown around Nessa’s shoulders. Dominik leans down to her ear to whisper, “Are you ok amor?”

She smiles and smacks his chest gently, “Yeah, perfectly fine. Good job Dom Dom.”

Once they are past the curtain and the cameras are no longer on them the boys start flipping their shit. “What the fuck is that. Zelina is out of line for that!” Damien’s voice booms making Nessa jump and Finn speaks up in agreement.

“She isn’t trained for this, she isn’t a wrestler that was incredibly dangerous and stupid”! Finn gives Nessa a stern look.

“Nessa, are you ok, why did you push Mami out of the way?” Dominik fusses over her looking her over for obvious signs of injury and she steps back and holds her hand out to make him stop talking.

“Look guys, I’m fine. It was planned that I step in. I practiced similar things the last few days. We need to find Rhea before she kills Zelina. She wasn’t in on that.” Nessa gestures down the hallway. She goes to walk down said hallway and the boys share a look before following her, Dominik still rambling.

“What do you mean that was planned?”

“Exactly what I just said, Dom. I am perfectly fine and we both knew what we were doing.” He doesn’t respond as they hear Rhea yelling at someone. They all run towards her voice to see Rhea in Zelinas face,

“Are you out of your fucking mind? She isn’t trained like we are, you could have seriously hurt her!”

“But I didn’t, she is fine and agreed to it beforehand,” Zelina yells back.

A Cameraman comes up and signals that he is recording so they are aware. “She isn’t a wrestler, don’t ever touch her again or I will end you.” She threatens, and Nessa smirks.

“Then she needs to stay out of the way,” Zelina responds before walking away. Once she is out of sight the members of The Judgement Day turn their attention to Nessa, the camera still on them.

“Don’t ever do anything like that again. That was so dangerous.” Dominik orders and Nessa crosses her arms as the rest of them nod in agreement.

“Let’s get a few things straight. First, I am not your girlfriend anymore remember, you can’t tell me what I can or can’t do. Second, you couldn’t even if I was. Third, I will do what I see fit and if it is risking myself to protect you I will. I got a job here just to support you so you need to let me do it."Nessa looks at him like she dares him to contradict her and she hears the crowd cheer and laugh.

"Cupcake, Dom Dom is just worried about you, we don’t want you to get hurt. You aren’t a wrestler.” Rhea tries to soothe Nessa’s temper

“I’m tougher than I look. I can handle it.” Nessa doubles down and she hears Damien snort behind her.

He puts his hand on her shoulder, “Ay Mamita no doubt, you may be able to handle it but we don’t want you to have to.” He raises his eyebrows daring her to argue and she holds her gaze and the cameraman stops and thanks them.

“Now that is done, I’m glad you decided to join us mini-me.” Rhea pulls Nessa into a hug which she returns.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dom asks, the hurt evident on his face and she shrugs.

“I was told not to.” She grabs a bottle of water and they make their way to the locker room. Dominik holds the door open and the boys let Nessa and Rhea in the room first before following them in.

“Do you have anything else to do tonight Hermosa?” Damien asks, plopping down on one of the chairs in the room.

“Yeah, I am supposed to walk to the medical room, and the LWO interrupt so Rey can "apologize”.“ She explains looking at the clock on the wall and glancing at Dominik who looks uncomfortable. Nessa sighs and goes over to him gently bumping his shoulder with hers. "Hey, we are ok, We will be ok Dom. We just have to learn how to be around each other again. You are on the right track.” She tries to comfort him, still knowing his moods. He begins to smile a bit, feeling some relief at her words.

Nessa gestures to the corner so she can have some sort of privacy to talk with him. “I feel like I owe you an apology, I was ignoring you from my own hurt, to punish you and it wasn’t right. You are trying to make things right and I was wrong for making things more difficult for you. In the future I will be more understanding” She grabs his hand and gives him a soft smile, not seeing the looks the rest of The Judgement Day are giving each other.

“No Mi…, Nessa sorry. No, I deserved that, you were just doing to me what I did to you. There is nothing to forgive.” Dom starts but Nessa shakes her head.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right Dom, I should have told you I need space from the get-go instead of ignoring you. So yes there is something to forgive.”

“Fine, you are forgiven then for whatever you think you did wrong.” He sticks his tongue out at her as her eye twitches in annoyance.

“Hey love birds Nessa needs to go do her next promo soon?” Rhea calls out to them. Nessa rolls her eyes and flips her off and checks the clock again. Seeing that Rhea is right Nessa heads to the door.

“Be careful out there Hermosa!” Damien smiles as she places her hand on the door handle.

“I am heading to medical to check in with my supervisor there,” she calls out as she opens the door to cameras waiting. She begins the walk toward where she was directed, the cameras following. She gets some strange looks from some of the wrestlers she passes, some whispering to each other. Eventually, she gets to a break in the hallway and Rey and the rest of the LWO step in front of her blocking her way, Rey standing in the middle.

“Mijita, Nessa, As I said on Raw earlier this week I wanted to see you face to face to apologize. I know how much a proper apology means to you.” Rey starts and Nessa nods for him to go on, and she crosses her arms. “I am sorry Nes, really, I never meant to hurt you but-”

Nessa cuts him off, “But what Jefe, anything before but is useless when it comes to an apology. You say a proper apology is important to me. That is true in my culture and religion but the work has to be put behind it to mean anything. Tell me, do you understand why what you did was wrong, do you truly feel bad and would you do it again or are you just trying to use my beliefs to absolve yourself of the guilt you feel?” She cocks her head as Zelina says something under her breath. Rey stands slack jawed for a moment before collecting himself and stepping forward only for Nessa to take a step back.

“Sweetheart I was, still am desperate. I had no choice and no I would never do that.” He answers in sequence the questions Nessa asked, holding out his hand for her.

“From your own mouth, you defend your decisions still and haven’t done the work behind the apology to earn true forgiveness from me, unlike Dom Dom. So no, apology not accepted. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to meet with my boss in medical.” She tries to push past the group only to be stopped by Rey grabbing her arm and pulling her back. She tries to pull her arm away but can’t because of the strong grip.

“Hear him out,” Zelina tells Nessa, who tries to yank her arm back again out of Rey’s grip.

“I’ve heard enough, now let me go so I can work.” She grunts as she struggles to get out of his grip. The rest of the LWO chime in over each other telling her the same thing. To forgive Rey, to stay away from The Judgement Day.

“Hey, get your hands off of her!” Damien’s deep voice booms as he comes into view with the rest of The Judgement Day in tow. Rey releases his grip and she hugs her wrist to her chest as he holds his hands up. She can see the remorse in his eyes. “Are you ok Mamita?” Damien asks gently taking her arm to inspect her wrist, seeing a slight bruise forming.

“Yeah, I’m ok…” She softly answers, a little taken aback from the ferocity in his voice a moment ago. She meets his gaze and smiles before he gently pushes her behind him again, the rest of The Judgment Day except Dominik stepping in front of her as well facing Rey and the LWO.

“Are you sure you are ok Hermosa?” Dominik asks, also inspecting the now bruised wrist and giving it a small kiss like he used to whenever she had a new bruise from work.

“Nessa, Just hear me out-” Rey begins,

“Don’t speak to her, don’t even look in her direction. You are worse than a deadbeat” Dominik cuts his dad off mid-sentence. The door to the medical finally opens and the person she was supposed to meet pops his head out.

“Nessa there you are, you are late…” He trails off seeing the staredown, “Is there a problem here?” He asks, opening the door further and seeing how Nessa is cradling her wrist.

“No problem we are just leaving.” Santos answers tapping Rey on his shoulder and they walk away, the Judgement Day glaring the entire time. Finally, the camera stops recording and she shakes her arm trying to shake off some of the aching that is forming.

“Was that planned too?” Dominik almost growls and Nessa sighs.

“The grab yes, the strength no. We just got carried away, where are you going?” She calls out as Dom storms away down the hallway toward where his father disappeared to. Rhea mouths sorry and rushes after him as does Finn to keep Dominik from doing something stupid and getting in trouble.

This leaves Damien alone with Nessa who looks up at him. “Are you ok Nessa?” Damien asks as Nessa leans up against the wall.

“I’m fine Damien, thank you for coming to my rescue.” Nessa smiles maintaining eye contact as he leans closer to her, resting his hand on the wall above her head. She doesn’t shy away like some of the women who have interviewed him. Instead, she stands tall and quirks up an eyebrow as he smiles down at her.

“You really do have a natural talent for this. Did you ever think about wanting to wrestle?” He asks shifting his weight to the leg closer to Nessa.

“No not really, I always wanted to help people, to be a nurse because I couldn’t afford medical school to become a doctor. It wasn’t until I started dating Dom that I applied to work for medical here to be closer to him. My application was ignored…” She bites her lower lip, shivers running up her spine from their closeness.

“Well, I am glad you are able to join us now. You are too beautiful to waste away in a hospital where you aren’t appreciated. You will be well appreciated here with us.” He promises. Nessa can’t stop the giggle that comes out and she is immediately embarrassed but he is encouraged by her reaction. “As a matter of fact let me show you just how appreciated you will be. Let me take you out to dinner after the show.” He offers. Nessa can’t help the blush and places her hand on his chest.

“I am hungry after the excitement of tonight, but I would much rather sleep. You can take me back to my hotel though.” She counteroffers, hearing the crowd cheer. She blushes noticing the cameras on them again.

Damien chuckles and pushes off the wall and offers his arm that she instinctively grabs and he leads her back down the hallway towards the Judgement Day’s locker room and he leans down to whisper in her ear. “Triple H told me the plan this morning, good job mariposa.” He smiles and pats the hand she has resting on his arm.

“Now that we are alone, is that offer for food on the table still I barely ate a thing because of nerves.” She admits making him to stop in his tracks.

“Well we can’t have that, do you want it to be just us?” He gestures between the two of them and continues, “Or all of us. The choice is up to you.” They start walking again and Nessa chews on her cheek before answering.

“Just us I think. I would like to ask some things and I think you will be the best to tell me and not try to spare my feelings.”

“Hermosa whatever you ask I will tell you the truth.” He promises as they enter the locker room to wait out the rest of the show.

Raised to Love - Max Verstappen (Dark Fic)

Words: 6,992 Summary: Drivers are shocked to find out that pretty much rookie Max Verstappen is married. Note(s)/Warnings: This fic is DARK! Taking place between 2002-2017. There's child abduction, mentions/talks of death, mentions/talks of underage sex, mentions/talks of sex, mentions/talks of periods, dubious consent. Jos is both somehow a better and worse person in this. Sophie and Jos are still married, Victoria and all of Max’s other siblings don’t exist. Inspired by Season 4 Episode 13 of Criminal Minds.

Masterlist | Emergency Dental Fund

2002

Tears are slipping down her face and she keeps rubbing at her eyes, small whines leaving her, but they won’t stop and her mom isn’t rubbing her back, trying to get her to calm down, her dad isn’t holding her and she cries harder. She wants her mom and dad, she wants them. But they aren’t here. She’s alone and in this room that’s cold and blank and she wants them.

She hiccups, eyes hurting and her hands can’t keep rubbing, tired of doing it. Sniffling, she turns on the small bed, burying her face in the pillow, even though her mom always tells her not to do it before turning her over. The tears fall faster now. She wants her mom. She wants her dad.

And now all she can think about is them sitting in the front of the car, completely still, not responding no matter how much she shouted or kicked at the back of her dads seat. How she was pulled out of the car through the window by a firefighter and how another one was talking about how her parents were dead.

They couldn’t be dead though, because her grandparents were dead, in heaven, her dad had told her. And they had been talking to each other just a minute ago. They were going to get dinner and candy because she had been a good girl. That thought had made her curl up in the firefighter's arms, lip trembling, because she had been shouting and kicking the seat, she had been naughty.

And then when she got to the hospital, a nice nurse had given her candy despite her being bad and held her hand as another one cleaned her up. She even let her pick out a stuffed animal to have. It was okay, even though she kept asking where her parents were until another lady had come in. She had crouched down in front of and told her that her parents were dead.

She shakes her head at the memory of the lady's face and her words. She didn’t want to believe that her mom and dad were dead. But they weren’t here, they should be here. They wouldn’t ever leave her by herself, alone, and in this room.

Lifting her head slightly, she sucks in a large breath of air, the pillow soaked in her tears and warm. As she takes another breath, she doesn’t hear the sound of the door opening and shutting.

She wants to bury her face in the pillow again, but her nose hurts from it and it’s gross and wet. Turning over, sits up, her small legs going up to her chest as she presses her back against the wall. It’s then that she notices the man in the room with her.

She stiffens at the sight, eyes going wide, and the blank expression that had been on his face softens.

“Hello.” “Hi.” She greets, voice quiet as she wraps her arms around her legs. “You were crying. Is everything okay?” Her bottom lip trembles and she shakes her head. “My mom and dad,” Her voice breaks. “The lady told me they're dead.” “I’m sorry. Are you waiting for your grandparents or an aunt?” She shakes her head. He frowns and then he moves, sitting on the bed with her, though he is at the foot.

“What’s your name?” Her voice is a little louder as she says it. ‘My name is Jos.” “Hi Jos.” He smiles. “How old are you?” “Four.” “I have a son that turned five recently.” Her arms loosen around her legs. “What’s his name?” “Max. He’s at home right now, I think, trying to convince my wife to get a puppy.” Her eyes widen and her arms drop, legs falling away from her chest. “Do you have a puppy? I’ve always wanted one.” “No.” He laughs and she frowns. “But I want dogs, so does my wife and Max. We just have been waiting.” “For what?’ She asks, head cocked to the side. Jos laughs again. “Special occasion, I suppose.”

She frowns as one of the things the lady said to her as they were in the car on the way over pops into her head. “Jos. Do you think whoever I stay with will have dogs?” “I don’t know.” Her frown grows. “Do you think they’d let me get a dog?” He shakes his head, “I don’t think so.” “Oh.” Her voice is quiet. “But, I’m sure I could talk to Anna about you coming home with me. That would be a special occasion. You and Max could both get your own dog.” “Really?” He nods. “Really.” She scrambles towards him, throwing her arms around him. “Thank you, Jos!” “Of course. Now let's get you to your new home.”

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“Do you know who's coming today?” Max nods, small brows furrowed together, looking so much like his father, she wants to take a picture. “My wife.” She’s proud of the way his nose doesn’t wrinkle, no disgust clinging to his words. Max thinking girls were gross wouldn’t do. “Papa never said, but is it the one I choose?” Sophie smiles, remembering how Jos had shown him a bunch of girls and the way Max had seen the one and just kept looking, had easily chosen her. “Yes. Papa was able to get the one you chose.” He smiles and she runs a hand through his hair. “Will they be here soon?” She spares a look at the clock. “Yes. Papa had to drive a bit away, but he should be here soon. Why don’t you come and help me set up her room.”

It was pretty much already set up, but Max could rearrange some of the toys and books, place them how he’d like. She expects him to nod, eager, but he looks confused.

“But mama, if she’s my wife, why isn’t sleeping in my room?” She coughs to hide a laugh. “You two are much too young for that, Max. And you don’t know each other yet. Maybe in a few years you two can share a room.” In ten years, maybe, she privately thinks. “But what if I want to share a room now?” Her eyes narrow. “Max.” His eyes drop to the floor and she sighs. “You two could have sleepovers in your room, not every night, but some nights if you’d like.” He nods, but still doesn’t look at her. “Can I go help set up her room?” “Of course.”

She watches fondly as Max clumsily copies things he’s seen her do when making his bed, adjusting the blankets, fluffing the pillows before he moves onto the small amount of toys she bought, not wanting to buy too many without knowing what the girl did and didn’t like.

He frowns at them before he’s darting out of the room, she thinks of calling after him, but she can hear him moving down the hallway and then into what she thinks is his room. Only a minute passes before he’s back, a stuffed animal in his grasp. Walking towards the bed, he carefully places the toy so it’s resting against the pillows and she nearly gasps seeing what it is.

“Max, that’s Leo.” “I know.” “Sweetheart, you don’t have to give her Leo. Leo’s yours.” He shakes his head. “We’ll share. I want her to have it right now.” Her heart melts at the answer. “Are you sure?” She double-checks. “I’m sure.” “Alright.”

2008

Crawling out of bed, she shivers as the cold air of her room hits her skin. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tiptoes away from her bed and to her door. One of her arms leaves her to slowly twist the knob, making sure it slowly opens. As soon as it’s open enough for her body to slip through, she does. Her feet taking an all too familiar path.

Opening the next door, she does the same as she did with hers, slipping through the tiniest gap possible before shutting it behind her. The words of the maid ring in her head now that she stands in the room. How wrong this is, how inappropriate it is, how wanton she is. She doesn’t know what wanton means, but the way she said it had made her flush, bottom lip trembling as she made herself smaller.

The reminder makes her hunch, teeth finding her lip and she wants to go back to her room, she doesn’t want to be wanton. But her room is cold and the nightmare she had is lurking in the back of her mind. And sure this room is cold too, but Max is here. And she knows if she slips under the covers with him that it will be warm and he’ll even at least wrap an arm around her if not his whole body.

A shiver hits her and she darts over to the bed, slipping under the covers.

“Flower?” Max mumbles. “It’s me.” She says, feeling warm on the inside at the nickname he gave her six years ago when she met him. He makes a small noise and then his whole body is curling around hers and she can’t help but sink into it, sink into him.

She tries to fall asleep, but the word wanton just rings in her mind.

“Max.” She whispers. “Hmm.” She twists in his arms, making them face to face. “What does wanton mean?” “What?” His voice is full of sleep and his eyes are starting to open. “What does wanton mean?” His nose wrinkles, “I don't know. Why?” “Mrs. Loeh told me I was wanton.” “I,” he’s squinting as he looks at her. “I don’t know. I’ll ask my mom at breakfast, okay?” She nods before pressing closer to him. “Okay. Thank you, Max.” “Of course, Flower.”

2012

She stares in shock at the blood on the toilet paper. “Sophie!” She calls, voice nearly a shriek. She knew what this was, Sophie had told her about her body changing, getting a period, but this. This couldn’t be normal. There was so much. It was nearly bleeding through the toilet paper before she let it go.

She hears two different voices say her name, one far louder and closer than the other and she starts to see the door knob turn. “Max, no!” The doorknob stops. “What’s wrong?” “I need Sophie.” “Flower, what’s going on?” The knob started to turn again. “Please, no!” She begs and tears are starting to form in her eyes. “I’ll tell you later, I just need Sophie.” She watches as the door knob stays paused and then hears a sigh from Max before the doorknob is released.

“Max, go to the living room.” She breathes a sigh of relief at Sophie’s voice. “But mama.” “Go.” She can hear him stomping away and can imagine the frown on his face as he curses in his mind.

A small knock sounds on the door. “Can I come in, darling?” “Please.” Sophie easily slips inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind her quickly. “Oh, darling. What happened?” She looks down at where her legs are pressed together. “I,” she hiccups. “I started my period.” “Oh darling.” And Sophie is right beside her, giving her an affection tap of the fingertip to her temple. “It’s alright. I know, it’s a bit scary, huh?” She nods. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much blood.” “Well, it’s probably that heavy because this is your first cycle. Mine was like that as well, but it lightened up after a few months, and birth control helps as well with that.” Blood rushes to her cheeks at the mention of birth control. “I’m a late bloomer, aren’t I?” “A bit.” Sophie allows. “I told you about this two years ago for a reason. I didn’t think you’d be nearly fifteen.” “Am I okay?” “Of course. Everyone is a bit different. If you want though, we can talk about it with the doctor. Make sure that everything is okay.” “Please?” She asks and Sophie smiles. “I’ll schedule it right after this. Now, let me show you again everything you're gonna need.”

She watches and listens intently as Sophie shows her everything. It’s overwhelming and she wants to cry, just lay in bed, bury her head in Max’s pillow and cry. She’s thankful when Sophie slips out of the bathroom as she still sits on the toilet. Is ever more thankful when as she begins to stand, pulling up her underwear and shorts and it’s like she can feel it wanting to drip out.

The pad in her underwear is weird, but nothing compared to the new weird sensation of feeling like she’s leaking. It makes her want to sit back on the toilet and never leave. What if she didn’t change her pad in time and bled through? The thought leaves her mortified and as she leaves the bathroom after washing her hands thoroughly, she darts into her bedroom, forgetting her promise to Max.

Laying on her bed, she makes a face, trying to find a comfortable position, everything feeling weird. Maybe she’d buy a pad or a mattress protector, maybe both with how weird this felt. It would help any mess that might happen as well if she leaked.

Rolling onto her side, she smiles at Moos. The ten-year-old dog looks back at her, head resting on her front paws. “Where’s Freckles?” “The backyard.” She turns, Max stands at the entrance of her room, a look she doesn’t think she’s ever seen on his face before. “It’s later.”

Blood rushes to her face at the words, at the reminder that she promised she’d tell him what’s going on, and she has to tell him. She tells Max everything, always has. And he does the same to her. It’s why she found out when she was six that Max and her were going to get married, that he picked her. That and he was confused about her wanting to play house and how he had to play the husband because they were already husband and wife in his six-year-old mind.

She nearly smiles at the reminder that Max picked her. He’s told her a few times over the years about it. The memory is still so strong in his mind, despite it now being a decade ago. The way he had looked at a bunch of girls in an array of photos, but she immediately caught his eye, was drawn to her and the flower behind her ear.

He snaps his fingers and she can feel Moos stand up before she gets off the bed, no longer leaping in her old age. Max moves into the room, leaving the door open as Moos slips out before shutting it behind the dog.

“What happened?” He asks, approaching the bed and she cranes her neck to fully see his face. Her face feels like it’s burning. It feels embarrassing telling Max this, about this, even though they’ve talked about far weirder and gross things. Maybe, and her eyes drop staring at the hollow of his throat as she thinks, it’s because this means they can finally have sex.

The thought alone makes her swallow, breaths turning a little shallow as she imagines it. Max and her have done a lot of fooling around since his birthday last year. He knows how to speed her heart up with just a brush of his fingers. She knows how much he loves the feeling of her boobs pressed against his chest, bare or covered. Their breaths intertwined with soft pants as they move together, at least one piece of clothing still separating them.

She’s broken away from the thoughts by a hand under her chin, drawing her face up. “Flower.” “I,” she pauses, eyes darting around before settling on his face when she feels his thumb and forefinger gently apply a little pressure to her chin. “I started my period.” His brows are furrowed for a moment then his face smoothes out, mouth dropping into a ‘O’ shape, the fingers and hand under her chin disappearing.

“Are you hurting? Cramps?” “No.” She shakes her head. “It just,” and her voice is quieter than before. “It feels gross, like leaking.” His head cocks to the right. “Even with the pad thing? Is it not working?” “It is. I think it’s just how it can feel.” “I’m sorry. Can I do anything?” She glances at the empty space in the bed next to her. “Lay with me?” He smiles, a laugh shaking his body. “Of course, flower.”

2014

“I have an F1 seat.” “You have an F1 seat.” The shock is so clear on his face it makes her giggle and he immediately smiles, but that shock still lingers behind it.

“Max Verstappen,” She begins, watching as his eyebrows draw together, fingers twitching before his hands settle on her hips. “Youngest F1 driver ever, youngest to score points, youngest on the podium, youngest to win a grand prix.” She doesn’t know if the last three will be true, but she hopes they will be, thinks they will be. “You think so? I mean, it’s just a seat in Toro Russo.” “It’s not just a seat at Toro Russo.” She laughs, feeling flushed as his hands sneak beneath her top. “It’s an F1 seat, an F1 seat that you will do amazing in. I mean, Max. There’s never been an F1 driver younger than eighteen before.” She smoothes the slight furrow between his brows with her thumb before kissing that spot. “You are going to do amazing and achieve so much.” She pecks his lips. “I’m proud of you.” His cheeks are pink at her words, her flutters a little at him blushing because of her, like she hasn’t seen it thousands of times before.

Brushing her fingers over the apples of his cheeks, she frowns. “Maxy.” “Hmm?” Her fingertips trail down to his jaw. “Let me get you a skin care routine? Please.” She adds, sticking her lip out a little. “Flower.” He sighs, his left hand moving to span across the small of her back, pressing her closer. “Please? You know I don’t care about the acne, but you’ll be the youngest on the grid, still in the thick of it. This will help. It won’t be anything complicated, either.” He sighs, a small smile on his face. “Okay. But promise me nothing complicated. You won’t be there to remind me how to do it.” “Nothing complicated.” She promises, beaming. “I’ll even write up a little instruction thing for you and you can call me every time you're doing it, so we can do it together if you like.” “Yeah? Even when I’m like eight hours behind or ahead and you're sleeping.” “Even then.”

“Oh.” She presses up on her toes in excitement and Max’s smile widens seeing it. “I got us new sheets.” “New ones?” She nods. “Can I see them?” Voice going a little low and he’s thankful that his voice doesn’t crack. She never laughed when it did, but it was still embarrassing. Her teeth find purchase in her bottom lip for a second, before she nods. “You can see my new underwear too.” A giggle leaves her at the way he groans, hands pressing her body closer and against his bulge.

2016

Max stares at the ceiling as his dad talks to someone on the phone. This is what they wanted. They wanted him here in the Red Bull seat. Getting here this early was amazing, proving how good he was in an F1 car. And escaping the nightmare that was Carlos and his father was also a plus, even if both of them had taken to glaring at Max every time they saw him.

Max was pretty sure they were betting on him crashing out this race, costing Red Bull money, and then he’d get booted back down and Carlos would get called up. He shook his head at the thought. That wouldn’t happen. He was good, he’d prove he should be in this seat, should be here this early. Because he did. Max was talented no matter what the other drivers said, or the journalists or the legends who told him he had no business in their sport. His jaw clenches, holding back a scoff. Their sport.

It makes him more grateful to his dad and mom. They had told him, prepared him for not being liked. He was aggressive on track, abrasive off to people he didn’t know well. They knew it would make things harder and they had made sure he knew that too. He’s grateful for his wife as well and he wishes she was here now with him for his first F1 race in the big leagues.

He had wanted her there for his first race at Toro Russo, but that hadn’t been an option. But now? Now that he got promoted up, maybe, he looks at his dad considering asking him before shaking his head. His dad would never go for it. Not because she’d be too much of a distraction but because they didn’t need to deal with more media attention, Max was more than sure of that. He nearly shudders thinking of when he had arrived at the track yesterday and today.

“Max.” He sits up, spine straight. “Is everything okay?” His dad smiles and Max’s shoulders loosen. “Yes. I have to go and meet a friend quickly. You will stay by Christian or Helmut if you leave the garage, understood?” “Yes sir.” “Good.” He nods. “Look over the data. We don’t need you crashing out in free practice of all things.”

He dives into the data as soon as his dad leaves. A thread of curiosity is in the back of Max’s mind as he looks it over. Talking to all the mechanics and engineers, getting a feel for them, just like he knows they are getting a feel for him.

When Helmut calls him over he wonders if by friend his dad really meant a friend of Helmut's. His dad didn’t have many friends after all.

“How are you feeling?” “Good.” Max nods. “I haven’t gotten into the car yet though.” The older man nods, frowning like he nearly always is on race weekends. “You’ll do fine.” “I will do my best.” Helmut nods and Max takes the silent dismissal.

Standing towards the back of the garage, he looks at the track data displayed on one of the bigger screens. Seeing it displayed so large and clearly makes him breathe a little easier as he looks at it all. He doesn’t get to look at it long, however. The sound of his dad asking where he is breaking him away from the data and he steps out from where he had been tucked away.

His mouth opens, ready to greet his dad, but it clicks shut at the sight of her.

She smiles at him, but it’s just a bit wrong, too tight at the corners. It makes his chest ache, makes him want to snap and tell people to stop looking at her, makes him want to whisk her away so he can see his smile. “Hi Max.” The quiet sound of her voice makes him move, striding towards her. “Flower.” He breathes just a step away from her before he brings her into his arms and she melts into him as he hides her face away from everyone else. “What are you doing here?” He asks, lips pressing to the side of her head. “Jos got me a flight here. I couldn’t miss this race.” His eyes flicker to his dad who's standing behind her, looking at them, easily ignoring all the eyes of the Red Bull garage on them and the whispers that are starting. “Thank you.” He murmurs and his dad nods.

He pulls away just enough to look at her, his hands now framing her waist, hers resting on his chest. He feels breathless looking at her. Dressed in some pants, a shirt that he remembers his mom buying her last year for her birthday, the shoes that match his, she’s gorgeous and he can’t help but quickly kiss her. Their lips connect for just a second, but it’s long enough for her hand to land on his cheek, for him to feel the warm metal of her wedding ring and band.

“I missed you. Missed you so much.” He tells her as soon as they are in his driver's room, alone. She smiles at him, hands cupping his face, and he can’t help but lean into the touch, into her. Happy to see her smile, his smile. “I missed you too. How are you feeling?” “Nervous.” He admits. “But I’m ready. I can do this. I’m ready for this.” Her smile seems to grow. “You’ve got this.” “Will you watch from the garage for me?” “Will Jos be watching from there?” He nods. “Always does.” “Then yeah, I’ll watch from there.”

—

Daniel looks at the slip of a girl standing next to Jos, intrigued. She was young, as young as Max if not a bit younger, but more importantly she was hot. Nudging his new teammate, he tilts his head in her direction. “You never said you had a sister.” The eighteen-year-old just looks at him and Daniel hates the way it’s somewhat unsettling. He was twenty-six, there shouldn’t be any reason for it to unsettle him. But as Daniel looks back over, he supposes most eighteen-year-olds don’t have dickhead near abusive dads that are Jos Verstappen. “I don’t have a sister.” “Really? Hot cousin then?” “Not my cousin either.” And before Daniel can say anything else Max is walking away from him over to his trainer. “Alright then.” Daniel mutters to himself, eyes lingering on the girl before he goes to his own trainer.

—

“Daniel thinks you're hot.” Blood rushes to her cheeks and the shirt in her hands falls onto the floor. “What?” “Daniel, before we got into the car for FP1, he was asking me about you.” His face is burning with anger. “Thought you were my sister or my hot cousin.” Max scoffs. “Oh.” Her voice sounds lost and her arms wrap around herself. The anger softens on his face at the reaction and he wraps his arms around her from behind, exhaling when her arms loosen, hands resting on his arms, fingers stroking his skin. “You're mine.” He breathes, dipping his head to press his lips against her neck, barely resisting the urge to leave a mark. Her breathing comes out shaky and in her next breath, his pinky finger starts to dip below the waistband of her sleep shorts. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, Max.”

—

Max is shell shocked. He’s celebrating, screaming, throwing himself into the arms of his team, but behind his helmet, he’s shocked. He had hoped for points, dreamed of a podium, but a win? A win? That had never been in his wildest dreams for this weekend.

He’s guided over to the weighing station and then the first spot, a member of the team talking to him. His hands don’t shake as he removes his helmet and gloves. They don’t shake as he removes his balaclava either. Not when he clasps a few drivers' hands. They shake as soon as he sees his flower.

She’s standing next to his dad, crying, nearly sobbing. He can tell from the pattern of her chest moving up and down. And he knows that he should be going over to get interviewed, but he ignores the team member trying to guide him, darting over to her. The people surrounding her, all wearing Red Bull shirts, cheer, patting him wherever they can reach, but he’s only focused on her. His hands enveloping her face as he kisses her.

She gasps into the kiss, her hands settling on his biceps before moving down to his wrists, fingers wrapping around them as she returns the kiss.

“You won, Max.” She’s breathless when they break apart. “You won.” He grins at her, enjoying the shine to her eyes, the width of her smile. “I won.” It’s breathless as well, and a laugh follows it. “I won.” “You won.” She laughs, quickly pressing another kiss to her lips before pushing him away. “Now go.” He nods, but leans in for one more kiss before leaving her to go to the post race interviews.

The questions are a blur to him and so are his answers. Except for the final one.

“Is there anyone you want to thank?” “The team of course. I mean really without them this wouldn’t have been possible, we hoped for a podium, for points, a seemed out of reach with how the Mercedes have been performing though. My dad and mom as well. And my girl.” As he continues he fails to see the reactions from people with those two words, my girl.

The person interviewing him’s eyes are wide, almost having stumbled back. Nearly everyone from Red Bull has their jaw on the floor. Daniel though already feeling pissed from Max winning and not him has more anger coursing through him. Because seriously? He had been eyeing her up since Friday and she was with Max apparently? Max of all people? He scowls as his eyes land on her, she is far too pretty to be with Max.

Sebastian at the weighing station let out a disbelieving laugh, adrenaline was a hell of a thing and he hoped for Verstappen’s sake that the girl he kissed didn’t take his words to heart of him calling her his girl. He’d cool down later and most likely get embarrassed by the slip. Perhaps even angry, he was the type, after all.

A few of the other drivers share looks, shaking their heads and murmuring to each other that it wasn’t going to end well. It was a hell of a thing to say after getting a win, your first win, but PR was going to be all over him after and they all winced at the thought of what statement he’d have to make and put out in the next few hours or days.

His former teammate scoffs, “bullshit.” he spits. It should have been him in that Red Bull seat if anyone was going to replace Kyvat. He and his father had banked on Max doing something stupid, crashing the car, finishing out of the points, so he could get the seat like he should, but Max just couldn’t do that. Had to have a one-off fluke of a race. And now he was claiming he had a girlfriend. Probably some sort of PR stunt to make him look better, more stable, like an adult and not a kid squeezing his way into where he shouldn’t be.

Kimi lets out a small chuckle, one that Sebastian hears but doesn’t question him on. Of course, the kid would let it slip that he had a girlfriend. He had been hoping that Max would have made it until the end of the season or even next season, but it was fine. Kimi would just have to make sure to not make another bet with Minttu, it was getting a little embarrassing how much he kept losing to her. At least Kimi considers, he didn’t let it slip that they were married.

“Well, she’s pretty, I’ll give him that.” Jenson comments, looking at the girl Max had kissed, the one that must be his girl. Fernando chuckles. “She is jail bait.” “And taken.” He eyes her. “I’m a bit surprised he hasn’t mentioned her at all. I didn’t even know he was seeing someone. Did you?” The Spanish driver shrugs. “We talk about racing not personal. And yes.” He adds. “I am shocked. Mainly because of that.” He nods his head in the direction of Jos, still stern faced, though Fernando had caught a smile on his face earlier. Jenson lets out a sharp whistle. “Yeah, that is the surprising part. Wonder what Max had to do to get his dad to agree to that.” He shudders, “I don’t want to know.” “Yeah, best not to think about it.”

Max lets the podium celebrations wash over him, laughing when Kimi claps him on the shoulder as they leave, murmuring his congrats. Walking back towards the cool down room, out of sight from fans and cameras, Max takes a deep breath, heart still racing inside his chest. This was unbelievable.

He follows the FIA official as they direct them through another room, this one filled with some team personnel and such and his grin widens, feet picking up their pace as he scoops her into a hug, ignoring her squeal of protest.

“Max! You’re dripping in champagne.” He holds her tight to him, face buried in her neck. “Good. Means you can shower with me.” She doesn’t say anything to that, but he knows that he’s flustered her with his whispered words. It makes him chuckle and he puts her on her feet, keeping her close, though. “I love you.” He murmurs. “I love you too.”

He makes them keep standing there, his face still in her neck, at least a dozen eyes on them, but he needs this. Needs to hold her, needs to breathe her in, needs to feel her against him, needs her to calm him down. He wants to stay there forever, but before anyone can interrupt them, he pulls away. Pressing a kiss to her forehead before he lets her go.

“Go wait in my driver's room, while I finish up.” She nods, flashing him a small smile, before walking over to his trainer, who nods at him before guiding her out of the building and he knows to the Red Bull garage.

—

“Max, during your post race interview, you thanked quite a few people including and to quote you, my girl. Was that the girl you kissed today?” Max is happy he’s already flushed from winning that they can’t see the way more blood rushes to his cheeks at the question. Red Bull had told him to expect at least one question that was personal during the conference because of the kiss, but he hadn’t been thinking it’d be so early. “I think we have to remember,” Max’s eyebrows furrow at Sebastian speaking and he glances at the older driver. “That adrenaline is a hell of a thing. And we can’t hold something the kid says in the rush of a moment or does really against him.” Sebastian finishes before giving Max a wink, making his brows furrow more.

Was Sebastian trying to say that he didn’t mean to thank her, didn’t mean to kiss her? He can hear a few reporters mumbling, the scratch of pens against paper.

“To answer your question,” Max starts. “Yes, the girl I kissed was the one I thanked, that I called my girl. We’ve been together a while, she’s seen my whole career in karting now single-seater. She deserved thanks.” Kimi lets out a small chuckle, leaning forward a bit to look around Max and see the puzzled expression on Sebastian's face. Served the German right for thinking that Max misspoke and acted while high on his win.

—

“No girlfriend?” Daniel asks Max as they head into debrief. “What?” “No girlfriend?” Daniel repeats himself. “I haven’t seen her yet. She not here?” Max sends him an odd look, “If you mean Y/N, no. She isn’t.” He scoffs. “Of course, I mean, Y/N. Unless you’ve got more than one girlfriend. And if that’s the case, I call dibs on Y/N.” The younger stops in his tracks, grabbing a fistful of Daniel’s shirt and yanking, making him stop as well.

“What?” Daniel laughs. “She’s hot, pretty, whatever you want to call it.” His laughter dies when he catches sight of Max’s face.

It was the face that everyone loved to talk about. The first thing that had been brought up when it was announced that Max had gotten an F1 seat. It wasn’t his age, though that was a close second. It was the look he’d get if something didn’t go his way on track, if someone smashed into him, made a risky move. It was the face that had to have been born from all the near fucking abusive shit that Jos was rumored to have done to Max.

It was narrowed eyes, glare sitting heavy and Daniel could feel sweat gathering on the back of his neck at the sight of it. Nostrils flared, lips in a thin line, but somehow Daniel just knew that as soon as Max spoke his mouth would look like it was gathered into a snarl.

Seeing it and seeing it directed at him, reminds Daniel how all of them had joked in 2014 about how Max was going to be so scary, just scare them shitless. It had been jokes because despite the rumors they had heard, the stories they had been told, none of them really believed it. It wasn’t because Max couldn’t have been some hotshot on the track with an aggressive style, refusing to back down and winning because of it. No, it was the fact that people thought anyone of them would be scared of it, would be wary of him, that made them all laugh. And then they’d seen him in an F1 car and suddenly all those rumors and stories came rushing back to them, because fuck they have might merit in them when it came to Formula 1 after all.

Daniel has the urge to reach for his phone and call Jules’ godson, Charles, and ask how the fuck he managed to race against Max for so long and never get terrified of him, on or off track. But before his fingers can even twitch to reach for it, Max is speaking and god, he does look like he’s snarling.

“Daniel, if you mention how my wife,” The Australian driver's eyes widen and the word fuck starts bouncing around his head. “Looks hot one more time, I will crash into you, and I will take the fine, the penalty points, the promotion down, or the loss of my seat.” “Okay.” Daniel clears his throat, the word coming out high-pitched. “Got it. I’ll stop talking.” Max releases his shirt, fingers flexing, jaw shifting before the murderous look he had disappeared. “Good. Now let’s go, we are probably late for debrief.” Daniel nods, silently following his teammate while the words what the fuck echo in his mind.

—

“So, Max is married.” Daniel says, as he sits with a bunch of drivers, downing a shot. “Yeah, Y/N, not his fucking girlfriend.” “Daniel,” Jenson looks at the younger, eyebrow raised. “What exactly did you do?” He winces, throwing another shot back and fuck he should’ve grabbed more than two. “Called her hot in front of him, again.” The last word comes out as a whisper, but the whole table hears it and they all shake their heads. “Dude.” “I know! But like the first time I didn’t know, alright? It was Spain, before free practice, I thought she was like his little sister or cousin. This time, I shouldn’t have done it, there happy?” Kimi shakes his head. “I think the kerbs are going to your brain.” Daniel scowls at the Finnish driver, but Sebastian thankfully steps in before he can tell him where to stick it.

“What happened this time? When you called her hot? Which to be fair she is.” At Seb’s agreement, Daniel can’t help but shoot a look around, despite knowing that Max was in his hotel room and probably talking to his wife. The thought makes Daniel frown. “He, uh, he told me he’d crash into me and happily lose his seat if it came to it for crashing into me.” The other four drivers look at him, Sebastian and Fernando looking with disbelief, while Kimi looks unsurprised, same with Jenson. “Are you sure you just called her hot?” Fernando checks. He nods. “And pretty. I think it was pretty, hot, whatever you want to call it.” “I don’t even want to know the context.” Kimi murmurs. Daniel opens his mouth ready to say but gets a tap to the back of the head, making his mouth shut. “Let’s not do that tonight, alright.” It’s near instinct to fight the words, because why not tonight, but he slumps in his seat, nodding at Jenson’s words. He didn’t have the energy for it anyway.

2017

“Max, put up a hell of a fight.” Max’s eyebrows raise, “I didn’t know you knew my name.” He murmurs, the microphone still catching it, however. Lewis lets out a laugh. “It’s your second win, right? Lots of pretty girls here to celebrate with tonight.” The slight smile on his face from Daniel trying to poke at his ribs vanishes at Lewis’ words and he can hear Daniel’s sharp intake of breath, the journalists coming to life a bit. “Well, I don’t think my wife would appreciate that.” It’s deadpan, or at least he tries to make it deadpan, he didn’t actually want to make his PR officer’s life hell, but he knew there was a bit too much steel in it. “Your what?” Daniel leans forward, peering around Max. “Dude, where were you last year? It was all anyone was talking about at COTA.” “You got married at COTA?” “I got married in February 2016.” “Aren’t you like twenty?” Daniel peers even more around Max. “Once again, where have you been for the last year, two years?”

“Well,” a voice interrupts. “I think we can call this press conference to an end. Let Max celebrate his win and let Lewis come to terms with things.” “Come to terms is putting it lightly.”

Bruised - LN

Summary: Y/n manages to get herself in a tangle in a Quadrant karting video and Lando doesn't exactly handle it well.

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"I think this is going to be fun." Y/n grins as she changes in the little make shift changing room while on call to Lando since he can't be there for the video.

"Baby, ribs! Rib protector please." Lando stresses watching her about to pull on the upper half of the suit.

"I'm going to be fine. Stop panicking." Y/n dismisses then grinning. "Will and Max think you've given me some secret lessons or something."

"I mean you did get on the karts in Bahrain." Lando hums before sighing. "I'm sorry I'm not there."

"Don't be silly. I'm happy being here and you have things to do. Everyone understands." Y/n promises earning nod as she puts the rib protector on. "I'm not going to lie. This isn't the most comfortable thing to wear."

"Y/n? You ready?!" Max asks knowing on the door making her smile and pick up her phone as she moves outside.

"So ready." Y/n grins making the Brit smile while she turns looks back at her phone. "Alright, I'll talk to you after and let you know how it goes."

"Please be careful and don't...get too competitive like you usually do. Half of them don't kart and definitely don't expect you to be as good as you are." Lando states hating how he sounds when he says it, but it's almost definitely true.

"How rude. I'll have to safely teach them a lesson. Ok, love you bye."

"Love you too."

-

"Lando is going to kill us. He doesn't get mad...very often." Max groans then pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumps back. "He's going to kill me specifically."

They're sitting in A&E following y/n managing to spin, and then flip her kart absolutely smashing her chest off the steering wheel. Max has never seen her cry, and after witnessing it once, he's certain he never wants to see it again.

"She'll be alright mate." Will states though even he, not knowing y/n very well, could tell she was in a serious amount of pain.

Another 30 minutes later, y/n is walking out with a nurse and a bag that looks to be medication of some sort but her eyes are still bloodshot.

"Hey, what's the verdict?" Max asks as they quickly standup.

"Bruised sternum, one cracked rib. A little ache in her neck to keep an eye on, we couldn't find anything in the tests but obviously we want to be careful with necks." The nurse smiles sadly. "Plenty of rest and taking it easy for a good few weeks with some painkillers. She'll be alright."

"Oh great. Thank you." Will nods with a smile before the nurse leaves and he looks at Max. "Lando is going to kill us. I was hoping there'd be a couple bruises and she was just being dramatic from some shock."

"How you feeling?" Max asks looking at y/n while smiles.

"Ok at the moment, they gave me some pretty intense drugs to take the pain away...I couldn't stop moving from the pain and they needed me to stay still for the scans and stuff." Y/n mumbles earning a nod from the older man. "I assume you guys haven't told Lando?"

Suddenly it dawns on Max that having waited to tell Lando will also earn annoyance from his childhood friend.

"I'll handle it. I think hearing from me is going to be better."

"He's going to freak out." Max sighs making her smile sadly at him since as much as she wants to pretend he won't. Lando definitely will.

"How bad is a bruised sternum?" Will asks making Max look at him with a grimace and y/n seem to think.

"I felt like someone was stabbing my chest everything time I took a breath in." Y/n states honestly making Will pull a face. "But right now it feels fine...they got me on some good stuff in there."

As they step out, y/n decides she wants to lie down so Will lets her take the passenger seat and recline it before she picks up her phone which had been left in the car anyway, actually along with both Max's and Will's phones since in the rush to help her into he hospital they just didn't think to grab them. Clearly Lando senses something is off because she's got 13 messages and a missed call.

"Hey, baby." Y/n greets as he picks up on the first ring.

"Hey. One sec. I just need to get to my room." Lando mumbles clearly having been caught mid conversation and exiting in order to speak to his girlfriend. "What's going on why was no one answering me?"

"I...crashed pretty hard so Will and Max had to take me to the hospital-I'm fin-"

"You crashed?! Why did no one tell me? And why was it so bad you needed to go to hospital?" Lando asks the annoyance immediately obvious and his volume can be heard by both Max and Will. "Are you ok?"

"A little roughed up...bruised my sternum and cracked a rib. But I'm fine. They got me on the good painkillers and sent me away with some to keep taking since...well a bruised sternum actually hurts pretty bad." Y/n explains wincing just at the memory of the pain she was in. "I'm still catching my flight back to you tonight, don't worry."

"Yeah, tell him I'll be coming with you to make sure you're alright on the flight." Max states since he feels bad.

"You're a braver man than me." Will comments earning a small smile from y/n.

"Tell him to bring the footage, I want to see exactly what happened."

"Hey, don't get like that. Max wasn't even on track, I did it completely on my own...I don't know how I did it. But It was all me." Y/n states trying to make Lando calm down but he won't until he sees her in person. "Look we'll have to go. But I'll see you soon."

-

Landing in Nice, Y/n is actually getting on a flight for the next race weekend with Lando since that was always the plan.

"Careful. Careful! The painkillers from the hospital are starting to wear off and the ones they gave me haven't kicked in yet." Y/n hisses when Lando tries to march over and check her injuries.

"Fuck sake, y/n." Lando sighs making her smile lightly.

"I'm sorry. I really don't know what happened." Y/n pouts making him huff before he looks at Max. "Be nice, he ran out to me as soon as it happened and he carried me and yelled at the doctors when they wouldn't let him come in."

Lando grumbles a little but moves over to his friend and sighs handing the keys to the car to him.

"You can stay at my place. Don't wreck it." Lando states than pausing. "Thanks for coming with her and taking care of her...She's very adamant it's her fault and you took care of her so I owe you."

"I'll let Will know we're not going to die." Max laughs earning a smile. "Alright, go on. I'll make sure your car gets back safe."

"Thank you-sorry for freaking out it's just-"

"I get it. I freaked out when it happened...are you sure you want the footage?"

Lando hesitates looking back at y/n who is talking to the flight attendant for the jet.

"No. I do want to see it, but maybe once she's healed."

"I'm surprised you're still taking her."

"Oh she'll be camping out in the hotel. I just want her close." Lando states with a small frown. "We do have to go, but we'll catch up properly later yeah?"

They do exchange a quick hug before Lando moves over to y/n and smiles kissing her.

"Let's go...I am going to get you to relay everything the doctors said." Lando states earning a nod.

Y/n looks at Lando with a small smile before they climb up into the jet with y/n blowing Max a kiss before she disappears inside.

The bruise on her sternum has started to really appear and it's almost black.

"Baby..." Lando grimaces making her pout since actually she is a little overwhelmed. Everything suddenly catching up to her. "Does it hurt?"

"A little but...it just...I don't know. I hate that it happened." Y/n sniffles before moving to hug him but Lando moves back.

"Hold on, if you lie down and I'll lie with you, I just don't want you to make it worse if the pain gets worse." Lando states earning a nod.

A bruised sternum can be a pretty common injury in karting, not like it is any less serious but in bad crashes or accidents it can happen.

Y/n does fall asleep and Lando can't help but spend the whole flight just watching her breathe, too worried about her to be able to settle and rest especially with the knowledge that it does hurt like hell if those painkillers wear off and he wants to be able to jump at the ready when that happens.

"I can feel you watching me." Y/n mumbles after he notices her breaths get a little shorter and shallower.

"Is it hurting?" He asks, ignoring her comment as she nods. "Is the painkillers in your bag?"

"Mhm..." Y/n nods looking like she's definitely in more pain and it's increasing by the second.

He gets her the painkillers which definitely hurt more to go down than she was expecting.

"Fuck...they said it might hurt more when I've been sleeping but...fuck I didn't expect this." Y/n states trying not to hiccup as tears full her eyes.

It takes nearly an hour for they to set in and Lando feels restless not being able to do anything to help the pain.

"I shouldn't have let you go for the video." Lando mutters making her frown.

"Hey, you didn't know I'd manage some stupid crash. Don't even try to blame yourself. It's my fault. I crashed, I caused it and you know I would've told you to fuck off if you'd tried to stop me." Y/n frowns while he frowns back at her. "Lando."

"I still should've at least been there, I could've rearranged."

"I'm alive, I'll heal and saying you could've done something. Ok, well I could've just not crashed. But I did...All I want is you to lie with me and tell me that everything will be fine and that's all I need."

Lando softens a little since y/n never fails to just communicate everything when she tells him what she wants from him especially in times when she's feeling a little stressed or upset.

"I can definitely do that." Lando smiles leaning over and kissing her. "Are the painkillers properly kicked in?"

"Yeah. They're working, I promise."

“walked in and dream came trued it for ya”

f1 grid x fem!reader (the rest)

warnings: sexual innuendos

authors note: anon🤍 thank you so much for the request!!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! 🤍

part 1

1k celebration f1 masterlist

George

George receives the envelope with a polite smile, his curiosity piqued. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a flush creeps across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, glancing around nervously to ensure no one else has seen.

When he catches your eye, he gives you a playful, almost shy grin. Later, when he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice low and filled with a mix of excitement and admiration. "You sneaky girl, beautiful pictures princess," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "I have a surprise for you, when this is over." His smile is charming, his eyes glinting with promise.

Pierre

Pierre takes the envelope with a smirk, already expecting some kind of prank. However, as he opens it and sees the pictures, his expression shifts to one of genuine surprise and intrigue. His eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face.

He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire, and leans in close, his voice a seductive whisper. "You really know how to get my attention," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think we need to have a private conversation later." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of intense and intimate moments.

Esteban

Esteban, ever the gentleman, accepts the envelope with a polite nod. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen in shock and a deep blush spreads across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, looking around to make sure no one else saw.

He catches your eye, his expression a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. When he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I never expected this from you," he says, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. "But I have to admit, I like it. I’m excited to explore this side of you more." His words send a shiver down your spine, his gaze intense and filled with promise.

Fernando

Fernando, ever the seasoned veteran, takes the envelope with a knowing smile. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyebrows lift in surprise and a slow, appreciative grin spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Leaning in close, he whispers in your ear, his voice low and seductive. "You never cease to amaze me," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "I can't wait to show you just how much." His smile is devilish, his eyes promising a night filled with passion and excitement.

Valtteri

Valtteri takes the envelope with a calm, curious expression. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen slightly and a small, appreciative smile forms on his lips. He glances at you, his expression one of genuine admiration and curiosity.

He leans in close, his voice a quiet, intense whisper. "You look incredible," he says, his eyes roaming over your face. "I cannot get those images out of my head." His hand lightly brushes against yours under the table, the touch sending electric sparks through your skin. "I cannot wait to show you how those pictures made me feel later." His words are filled with a mix of curiosity and heated anticipation, leaving you breathless.

Zhou

Zhou takes the envelope with a friendly smile, his curiosity piqued. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a deep blush spreads across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, glancing around nervously to ensure no one else has seen.

When he catches your eye, he gives you a shy, almost embarrassed grin. Later, when he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice low and filled with a mix of excitement and admiration. "You made my heart skip multiple times," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "I can't wait to have fun with you tonight." His smile is charming, his eyes glinting with promise.

Nico

Nico takes the envelope with a curious look, opening it slowly. When he sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire.

He leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "You really know how to get my attention," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think we need to have a private conversation in the bathroom right now." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of intense and intimate moments.

Kevin

Kevin takes the envelope with a casual smile, his curiosity piqued. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a deep blush spreads across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, glancing around nervously to ensure no one else has seen.

When he catches your eye, he gives you a playful, almost shy grin. Later, when he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice low and filled with a mix of excitement and admiration. "You really stay surprising me," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "I can't wait for you to see what I will do to you tonight." His smile is charming, his eyes glinting with promise.

Yuki

Yuki takes the envelope with a curious look, opening it slowly. When he sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire.

He leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Y/N, my wife, you almost made me pass out," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think we need to leave for a bit, right now." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of intense and intimate moments.

Daniel

Daniel takes the envelope with a mischievous grin, expecting some kind of joke. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire and playful curiosity.

He leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "You are so sexy. my beautiful girl.," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think you need to help me find my phone, I left it in the suite. Let’s go." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of passion and excitement.

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