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୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, lando norris, and oscar piastri
୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : you put a stripper pole in your bedroom, what's their reaction?
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i don't think i have the core strength to use a stripper pole icl...
ʚ・max verstappen
max had barely dropped his bag at the door when he noticed it.
the room was dimly lit, soft music playing, everything normal… except for the gleaming silver pole now bolted to the floor and ceiling right in front of the bed.
he stood there, completely still, helmet still in hand.
you looked up from your spot by the dresser and grinned. “hi, baby.”
he raised a brow, eyes not leaving the pole. “what is that?”
“a surprise.”
he blinked slowly. “is this a joke?”
“nope.”
he walked over like he was inspecting a piece of equipment on the car — hands on his hips, eyes narrowed, head tilted just slightly. “you got a stripper pole installed. in our bedroom.”
“correct.”
“you planned this.”
“also correct.”
he stared for another beat, then muttered, “you’re dangerous.”
you leaned against the pole with a smirk. “only a little.”
max ran a hand down his face. “you know what this is going to do to me.”
“that’s the idea.”
he dropped his helmet onto the nightstand and exhaled hard. “no warning? no ‘hey babe, i’m turning our bedroom into a club’?”
you walked toward him, slow and deliberate, stopping just close enough to rest a finger on the center of his chest. “didn’t want to give you time to mentally prepare.”
“mission accomplished.”
you kissed his cheek, then pulled away. “want a demo?”
he didn’t even answer, just sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, jaw tight, eyes already fixed on you like he was gearing up for lights out.
the moment you started moving, just one smooth spin, one arch of your back, he exhaled something low and deeply unholy.
you landed with a little grin and looked over at him. “you okay?”
max was quiet, hand over his mouth, leg bouncing slightly. then:
“do it again.”
you tilted your head. “just once more?”
he looked at you like you were the last glass of champagne on the podium. “keep doing it until i say stop.”
you laughed, grabbing the pole again. “so bossy.”
he leaned forward, elbows on knees. “i’ll show you bossy when you’re done.”
and the look in his eyes said he meant it.
ʚ・carlos sainz
carlos had been suspicious the second you told him to “go for a walk or something” with a very specific time limit and a “don’t come back until i text you” tacked on. he even sent you a photo from a café just to prove he was obeying the rules.
but when he came home and walked into your shared bedroom… all of that patience instantly crumbled.
he stopped in the doorway, eyebrows raised, eyes trailing up the very real, very securely installed stripper pole now planted in the middle of the room.
“…¿perdona?”
you turned around with a grin, towel in hand, having just finished tightening the base. “hey babe.”
he stepped closer, slowly, like the pole might vanish if he moved too fast. “you put this… in here.”
“mhm.”
“you installed this,” he said again, pointing like he needed confirmation from the universe.
you nodded.
carlos rubbed the back of his neck, staring. “and… what exactly is the plan with it?”
you walked over to him, fingers grazing his chest. “well, i was going to surprise you with a full routine, but you’re early.”
he blinked. “mi amor, you think that’s the part i’m stuck on?”
you laughed, tugging him closer. “so, you hate it?”
he let out a breathy laugh, still in mild disbelief. “i think i’m about to have a religious experience.”
you kissed his jaw, slow and teasing. “i’ve been practicing.”
he swallowed. “okay. yes. okay. show me.”
“now?”
“now,” he said firmly, already backing up toward the bed like he was preparing for a performance of a lifetime.
the second you started, his whole demeanor changed. arms crossed. head tilted. a little smirk tugging at his mouth, but his eyes? locked in.
by the time you reached the final spin, carlos was on the edge of the bed, both hands gripping the sheets, pupils blown wide.
you didn’t even get a chance to ask for feedback before he was already walking toward you.
“you’re never getting rid of that,” he muttered against your neck.
you laughed. “didn’t plan to.”
his lips brushed your ear. “one more show and i’m marrying you on the spot.”
ʚ・lewis hamilton
you didn’t hear the door open at first—too focused on testing your grip strength and wiping the pole down with a towel. you were mid-spin when lewis walked in, gym bag slung over his shoulder, sunglasses still on despite the sun already setting.
he stopped in his tracks like he’d just walked into a dream.
you glanced at him in the mirror and smiled. “hey baby.”
he took the sunglasses off slowly. “is that what i think it is?”
you slid down the pole smoothly, grinning as you turned to face him. “depends. what do you think it is?”
he let out a soft laugh, low and amazed. “you installed a stripper pole in our bedroom.”
“correct.”
lewis walked toward you, dropping his bag by the dresser and looking the pole up and down like it was a prized car he was about to test drive. “is it safe?”
“installed it myself.”
he raised an eyebrow. “that’s hot.”
you twirled around once more, nothing too flashy — just enough to make his jaw go slack. “i figured it’d be a fun surprise.”
lewis reached for his phone in his back pocket, already scrolling. “you already know what playlist i’m putting on.”
you laughed. “you have a playlist for this?” your cheeks flushed, and before you could say anything, he turned the speaker on as sultry r&b immediately began filling the room.
“oh we’re really doing this,” you said, walking past him with a teasing smile.
he caught your wrist gently. “no no. you’re doing this. i’m just here to witness greatness.”
you climbed the pole again, this time slower, more deliberate. lewis sat at the edge of the bed, arms spread, legs slightly apart, watching with such intense focus you might’ve thought you were performing in front of an entire crowd.
when you landed, he leaned forward, voice like velvet. “you’re not getting any sleep tonight, you know that, right?”
you walked toward him, placing a hand on his chest. “didn’t plan to.”
he smiled, kissing your wrist. and with the look he gave you after that? the pole wasn’t the only thing getting tested that night.
ʚ・charles leclerc
charles had just gotten out of the shower, towel low on his hips, hair dripping, humming some french song under his breath when he stepped into the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks.
the steam still clung to his skin, but the moment he saw it, the sleek silver pole planted in the middle of your bedroom—his body went ice cold and burning hot all at once.
“qu’est-ce que… what is that?” he asked, eyes wide.
you looked over your shoulder, wearing the tiniest little shorts and a tank top that was barely clinging to one shoulder. “you like it?”
he blinked. “is that… a stripper pole?”
you smiled sweetly. “mhm.”
he took two steps forward, towel shifting slightly. “why is there a stripper pole in our room?”
“for fun. for fitness,” you said innocently, gripping it and spinning once — slow, graceful, intentional.
charles let out a breath like you’d knocked the air out of his lungs. “you’re joking.”
you weren’t. and by the time you climbed up, hooked your knee around, and slid down in a slow, practiced spin, he looked ready to combust.
“you’re trying to kill me,” he said, voice low, almost strangled.
“not kill,” you murmured, walking toward him, “just… ruin a little.”
he grabbed your waist the second you were close enough, pulling you flush against him. the towel was hanging on by a thread. his eyes were dark, heavy, drinking you in like he couldn’t believe you were real.
“you do that again,” he whispered, “and i’m taking you right here.”
you smirked, looping your arms around his neck. “what if that’s what i want?”
his jaw clenched, fingers tightening around your hips. “don’t say things like that when i’m already—”
you kissed him, slow and heated, and he groaned into your mouth like he was losing the last shred of control he had left.
when you pulled back, slightly breathless, he leaned his forehead against yours. “you’ve officially made the bedroom a danger zone.”
you grinned. “then maybe we need to break it in.”
and yeah—you did. forget the pole, that pole will never look at charles the same again.
ʚ・lando norris
you didn’t mean for him to find it right away.
the plan was to install it, test it out, and then surprise him with the full show. music, outfit, dim lighting, the whole thing. but fate (and lando’s awful sense of patience) had other plans.
he walked into the bedroom with a mouthful of trail mix and stopped mid-chew.
“…is that a pole?”
you blinked, caught mid-spin, hands gripping the cool metal. “hey babe.”
he blinked again. “you got a stripper pole in our room.”
you grinned. “surprise?”
lando dropped his snack on the dresser like it was suddenly irrelevant. “no. no no no. you don’t just casually put a stripper pole in the room and say ‘surprise.’ this is like… life-altering information.”
you slid down slowly, then struck a pose. legs crossed, one hand trailing down the pole with exaggerated flair. “thought it might be fun.”
he stared at you for a solid ten seconds, completely speechless.
then: “okay but like… are you just trying to end me?”
you laughed, stepping off to grab a towel and wipe your hands. “you’re being dramatic.”
“i’m being logical!” he shot back. “you’re up here spinning like it’s cirque du soleil and i’m just supposed to cope?”
you walked over and tugged at his shirt. “you’ll survive.”
he wrapped his arms around you, lips brushing your ear. “doubt it.”
the rest of the night passed in a blur of “do that move again,” and “okay but slower this time,” and lando sitting cross-legged on the bed like a dedicated audience member, watching with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
at one point he whispered, “i need to install like five more mirrors in this room.”
you smirked. “is that so?”
“absolutely,” he muttered, practically starstruck. “and maybe a fan. for aesthetic reasons.”
by the time you finally curled into bed, his voice was still slightly hoarse. “i don’t think i’ll ever recover.”
you kissed his cheek. “glad you liked it.”
lando just groaned into his pillow. “liked it? you ruined me.”
ʚ・oscar piastri
oscar was halfway through brushing his teeth when he spotted it in the mirror, just barely in the reflection behind him, the very distinct outline of a… pole?
he turned around slowly, toothbrush still in his mouth.
walked back out into the bedroom.
paused.
then, with a foamy mouthful of minty disbelief: “did you just install a stripper pole in our room?”
you looked up from where you were stretching beside it, casual as ever. “i did.”
oscar stared. “when?”
“earlier today.”
he wiped his mouth with a towel, eyes narrowing like he was trying to solve a crime scene. “why?”
you tilted your head. “for fitness. for fun. for chaos.”
he stepped into the room slowly, eyes flicking from the pole to you and back again. “is it… sturdy?”
“i’ve tested it.”
“i’m scared to ask what that means.”
you stood, walking to the pole with the kind of deliberate grace that made his brain short-circuit just a little. “i could show you.”
oscar blinked, hands falling to his sides like all rational thought had left the chat. “i mean—yeah. i think that would be helpful. for, uh, scientific reasons.”
you started to move. nothing fancy. just a slow climb, a gentle spin, but you didn’t need tricks. the way his jaw dropped halfway through said enough.
by the time you dismounted, oscar was sitting on the bed with his hands in his lap like he’d just witnessed something sacred.
“…you’ve been practicing?” he asked, voice a bit too soft to be casual.
“okay,” he nodded, “okay. cool. normal.”
you kissed his cheek. “wanna see the heels i got to go with it?”
❝ in which your boyfriend decides to test his luck ( and your patience ) but turns out maybe he isn't so lucky afterall.
( or where your boyfriend texts you "he's busy." as a prank but ends up being the one who pays the price. )
feat. charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell.
warnings. cuss words, implied sex.
a/n at the end !
a/n : a very old request 😭 again idk if anon you're still following me or not but yeah here it is!! not sure if I hate this or love them lol but promise next will be a written fic now it'll either be clark kent or a mingyu fic 😭 this is what happens when you have 928291 interests and ONE writing blog :D lmk what you think!!
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hi! i saw your requests for text aus are open so how about one where lando is jealous? love your work xx
JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY!
━━ IN WHICH LANDO IS NOT HAPPY TO SEE YOU LAUGHING WITH ANOTHER MAN.
PAIRING ❦ Lando Norris x Girlfriend! FemReader
TAGS ❦ Fluff ( bordering on crack )
NOTE ❦ Soli tries not to mention Beyoncé and fails once again. Anyway, this is so unserious but so much fun! It's my first time doing one of these⏤hope you'll like it ( and thank you so much for requesting this! ) <33
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Description: Max ends the relationship with a phone-call.
Pairing: actress!reader/max verstappen
Disclaimer: Everything written in this fanfic holds no truth about anyone's personality or actions. It is made purely for entertainment.
A/N: everything i do used to be inspired by the 2014 ver. grimes. reader is unhinged as her, but gets development in the end!! THIS IS AN ODE TO THE "MONSTER" TITLED FIC I READ ABOUT LEE PACE.
"Let's break up."
Let's break up.
You could still hear the aftertaste of his voice on your ears. How nonchalant he sounded while denying a relationship of seven years. Why was he quick to leave? Did he find someone else?
You sniffled, wiping your snot with a tissue on your right.
I'm gonna get revenge.
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yourname: me, the dogs and @edmundquandt
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maxversworldargentina: huh isn't she dating max? did u break up?
reversethismess: Who is he?
victoriaverstappen: ❤️
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Y/N L/N AND FORMULA ONE DRIVER, MAX VERSTAPPEN CONFIRM THEIR BREAKUP.
Yesterday UMG Inc. Agency released a statement to SSN confirming the breakup between Y/N L/N and her Formula One boyfriend.
The pair began to date each other in 2017, where Verstappen was accepted into Toro Rosso and Redbull Racing. They have been together for 7 years and have been dubbed as the most iconic couple in the Formula One paddocks.
Rumors between the two splitting emerged late March, however the couple affirmed that they were still dating each other. On December, however the netizens were greeted with radio silence.
According to L/N's team: the breakup was mutually agreed upon, as they grew apart from all the travelling required for their job.
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grills93: I can't make it go away by making you a villain, I guess it's the price I pay for seven years in heaven.
lnworld: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND HER NEW INSTA POST WITH EDMUND???? NOOOOOOO
carshfo: she defo cheated with edmund bcs no way lol
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Max's pulse was racing at the sight of you around another man's arms. Seeing your arms wrapped around his shoulders, leaning into him for balance as you laughed at a joke that wasn't funny at all. "- and then we found out that there wasn't a building in the hotel with those rooms." Edmund finished his joke.
By that time, you were already laughing uncontrollably.
Max clenched his jaw.
A piece of his heart regretted breaking up with you.
"Control yourself mate, he's a big investor." Yuri reminds.
Max didn't give a flying fuck. He didn't own any Redbull stocks. He's a good driver, this Edmund Quandt has nothing on him. His features only soften once he remembered the reason why he broke up with you. He wanted to focus more on his career. He wanted to test the pond for more fish.
He needed upgrades on his car.
Fuck.
He needed to chafe his knees for this guy.
"Funnily enough, when I was in Texas I had a similar encounter. I knew exactly what to do." Edmund placed a hand on the small of your back. Max prevents his eyelids from twitching.
Charles smiles, showing the crowd his dimpled cheeks. Charles always had the ability to charm other people. He was perfect, and now he's friends with Mr. Quandt whom he only met.
"I'm sorry for asking this Edmund, but are you two...?" Charles paused, allowing the other man to fill in the blanks. Edmund smiles - pearly white teeth and a godly physique.
Max doesn't fail to observe the glance that Edmund gives you, a look that asked for your permission.
"We're dating each other, for a month now - but we're still testing the waters." you chuckled, ignoring the presence of your ex-boyfriend despite his figure melancholily staring at you.
"I just want to put a ring on her." Edmund admits.
The other people fade into the background.
"My father always says, give her a ring with a big diamond so she won't be able to see how much of a monster you are." he teased.
"You're not a monster." your eyebrows merged into each other.
Max wanted to punch the air.
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yournamepriv: i love this big baby 🥺 @e123456
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haileybeiber: i love this for u omgg
sophierichiegrange: So cute ❤️🥺
e123456: You got my good side!
- yournamepriv: Ur good side is 360 degs
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Max takes a deep breath. Again.
You forgot to remove him as a mutual in your private account. And he was greeted by a picture of you kissing Edmund Quandt. His mind raced through a million different thoughts. Regret, anger, resentment - but they were mostly filled of regret.
He didn't appreciate what he got, and now it's gone.
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maxandynfanbase: do you get deja vu? 😭
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mercyplease9: EDMUND IS SO TALL??
ohnoaosd9: lewis we can see u 💀
holyhell1: i like pic 2 more
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yourname: visited some mangrove swamps with this big baby. 🥺your integrity makes me seem small... #savethemangroves
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taylorswift: You and Edmund have the KINDEST heart.
- yourname: thanks taytay i wanna see u and trav here next time
- taylorswift: Will do! I'll tell you when my schedule clears up.
- yourname: love u ❤️
haileybeiber: We love a momma who cares
sophierichiegrange: <3
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"I can't believe she's out there helping the fucking mangroves." Max places his phone on the couch.
He couldn't believe your sudden change in tune, that drastic of a change to come from someone like you? "She used to complain being in the EU because it meant not using plastic straws." he breathed, still choosing to believe that you were like him.
Still the same crazy. Still the same stupid.
"She's really being fake for him." he shook his head.
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yourname: i totes know how to play 🎾 this friday we're having an event for all the young racecar drivers that unfortunately can't afford to pursue the sport. all proceeds will go to @bmwfoundationsports and the @grandprixtrust !!
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edmundquandt: ❤️
CharlesLeclerc: Will be in attendance. 🫡
oracleredbullracing: We love a Queen with a good heart
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maxverstappenupdates: Max Verstappen in @bmwfoundationsports and @grandprixtrust.
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youalloverme: HE LOOKS SO SAD...
maxismybf: Hadnsumm
posyposie: wondering if a dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life
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He takes another sip of his whiskey, forgetting about the cameras that snapped his figure left and right. There were a million things he wanted to say to you, but he wanted to start with a question.
"I never imagined seeing you change yourself for a guy." he scoffed.
You turned around with your eyebrows raised. Flabbergasted at his insinuation. "Change myself?" you repeated the word, finding it to be hilarious on his tongue.
"The whole save the earth, save the kids thing - you don't care about that. I understand though, money is money and your boyfriend has a lot of that." Max allowed the alcohol to speak in his behalf.
"You don't have the right to talk about me or my integrity. You abandoned me, remember?" you argued, feeling anger pulse through your veins.
Since he left, you tried to make yourself better.
"When I was with you, we were both horrible people. Quite literally the rich people cliche that we promised not to become. I guess you were right, we weren't growing together - and now I've become a better person without you - all because of Edmund." you gritted your teeth, grabbing the champagne on the table before the media realized that the 'ex-lovers' were talking to each other.
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(PRE-EDMUND QUANDT.)
I'm gonna get revenge.
That night you planned to ruin his chance at winning by exposing a flaw in the car that would allow the other drivers to overtake him. A button outside of the car - with the engineers that could remotely turn off a key engine that allowed his car to move faster.
He told you about it because driving at that speed endangers his life, and if you were the only one in the administration panel that knew about it - he made it your duty to push that button.
You grabbed your laptop, sneaking inside the garage. "What are you doing?" a voice emerged from behind you, and you momentarily stopped with the program.
You turned around - only to be greeted with your ex-boyfriend, Edmund Quandt. A man that your parents adored. A man whom everyone thought was going to become your husband, and he was here - behind you. Looking at you.
"Just grabbing my things, I won't be here anymore." you lied. Despite your obvious lie, he chose to give you the benefit of the doubt. He always kinda chose to see the better side of a person, rather than thinking the worst of them first.
"Oh why is that?" he asked with a smile. "Because of things..." you evaded the question - not wanting to rant about your other ex-boyfriend that broke up with you because of a phone call.
"Are you done with grabbing your things?" his eyes narrowed.
"Oh yeah." you breathed.
You had to evade your plan of revenge.
"Do you want to grab some coffee?" he offered.
"Of course."
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Max Verstappen
I'm really sorry for doing that.
Must be all the Whiskey I drank 😅
Y/N L/N
Drunk actions are sober thoughts, Max
Max Verstappen
I still shouldn't have confronted you
It's just really weird seeing you post things like
save the turtles, donate to the kids
we never gave a fuck about those 😆
Y/N L/N
Yeah, I didn't care about them
But now I do
We used to be the same but now we aren't
Max Verstappen
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Y/N L/N
You broke up with me because you wanted to focus on your career
Because all you care about is money and success
We both got stuck on that
We didn't see the value in other things
When we broke up, Edmund brought me back to earth
Opened my eyes to the privilege we've been granted
Y/N L/N
Take this as a warning Max
The high life isn't gonna last forever
