Tw: smut, sub!mark but also dom?? (switch ig), he’s down bad for you, you go at it from dusk till dawn, he wants you so bad, you can’t resist his puppy dog eyes.
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It’s been months. You can’t remember the last time you went on a proper date. And god, you tried. You tried so hard to be understanding, to feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, to try and carry some of it with you.
But you were human.
And maybe humans and viltrumites couldn’t work out.
You wanted to do this over the phone, by text, anything that wouldn’t require you to see his face, but then he’d flown straight into your kitchen, boyish smile on his face, telling you he was off for the night.
Then was a good as time as any, you decide.
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“P-please.” He begs, dropping to his knees.
Needless to say the breakup wasn’t going to plan.
He nuzzles his face into your stomach, and you feel it tighten at the look in his eyes.
“I’ll be so good.”
You blink.
You’re not sure how you got into your bed, naked, with Mark above you (you know exactly how—you couldn’t resist the tears in his eyes as he begged for one more chance to make things better)
“H-aaah.” He’s panting in your ear now, thrusting slow and hard, each one punctuating his promises.
“You’re mine.” Thrust.
“Never gonna… hnggg… let you go.” Thrust.
“Shittttt… do you feel how,” Thrust. “Deep I am?”
He pushes his palm against the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he pushes in and you thrash wildly, the pleasure becoming too much to bear.
“Mark!” You shout out, and his palm covers your mouth, thumb pressing down on your tongue. You moan around his digit, swirling your tongue around it like you would his cock and he groans, pulsing hard inside you.
“It’s okayyy… cmon,” his voice is low, and there’s a cadence in it that only comes out when he has you like this, shivering and crying on his cock.
“I got you, babe.” You’re unsure how long you’ve been fucking, how much time has passed, but you’re so close and so you redirect his other hand to your clit. He starts drawing small and fast circles on it, and you see white behind your eyes as you finally come.
When you come back to, he’s already cleaned you up and tucked you in, and he’s back in his suit, standing by the window.
“Mark?” You ask groggily.
“Uhm… it’s sunrise. Gotta get back to work.” He hesitates, seeing how your eyebrows scrunch.
You can see the decision weighing on him. So despite it being the reason you wanted to break up with him, the hurt it had caused you, you give him a small nod.
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Hey, I've been reading a lot of your work and I really love it, and I had a request if that's ok?
Could you please write something with f1 drivers x platonic!reader where reader is really homesick (they live in Monaco but all their family is back home and they don't have a home race) and the drivers comfort them?
Thanks
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🏁 “You Live in Monaco… But It’s Not Home.” 🏁
Pairing: F1 2025 Grid x Platonic!Driver!Reader
Genre: Homesick Comfort, Found Family, Soft Grid, Emotional Healing
Just love in the purest form.
A/N: kinda been a while a decided to turn this one in, though its not much.
You live in Monaco.
Technically.
Your apartment overlooks the harbor.
You can hear the yachts during race week.
You can walk to the circuit when it’s built.
You have the view.
The balcony.
The sunlight hitting the water just right.
But it’s not home.
Home is loud dinners.
Different accents.
Different weather.
Different smells in the kitchen.
Home is your mom yelling from another room.
Your siblings arguing over nothing.
Your dad asking if the race car is “still fast.”
And Formula 1 doesn’t go there.
You don’t have a home race.
No grandstand with your flag.
No commentators saying your name with hometown pride.
No childhood friends in the crowd.
Just twenty-four races.
Twenty-four hotel rooms.
Twenty-four airports.
It Hits You in Canada.
Maybe it’s the maple leaves everywhere.
Maybe it’s seeing Lance with family in the paddock.
Maybe it’s the way the crowd roars for the local drivers.
You finish P5.
Solid race.
Good points.
You smile for the cameras.
But in the cooldown room, when the broadcast cuts to someone’s family celebrating in the stands, your chest tightens.
You swallow it.
You always do.
Lando Notices First.
He’s halfway through stealing your fries when he pauses.
“…You’re quiet.”
“I’m always quiet.”
“Not this quiet.”
You shrug.
“It’s nothing.”
It is absolutely something.
Lewis Sees It Too.
Later in the hospitality unit, Lewis sits beside you.
Not saying anything at first.
Just presence.
“You want to talk about it?” he asks gently.
You stare at your hands.
“I don’t have… this,” you gesture vaguely toward the paddock chaos of families and friends.
“No home race. No one in the stands. I live in Monaco but it’s not home. It just feels like I’m floating all the time.”
Your voice doesn’t crack.
But it’s close.
The Word Spreads.
Not dramatically.
Not like gossip.
Just quietly.
Max hears from Lando.
Charles hears from Lewis.
Oscar pieces it together himself.
And suddenly, without announcement—
You are surrounded.
The Comfort Circle™
It starts with Charles handing you a coffee.
“My family isn’t here every weekend either,” he says softly. “But when they are, I feel stronger. You deserve that feeling too.”
Max leans against the counter.
“You think we don’t notice when you look at the grandstands?” he asks bluntly.
You blink.
“You do that thing,” he continues, softer now, “where you scan the crowd for someone who isn’t there.”
Oh.
They’ve seen it.
George Brings Logic.
“You know,” he says carefully, “having a home race doesn’t automatically make it easier. Sometimes it makes it harder. Expectations. Pressure.”
You sigh.
“I just want one race where I don’t feel like a guest.”
Silence.
That hits.
The Gesture
Sunday night.
After media.
After debrief.
You walk into the drivers’ motorhome lounge.
And stop.
Because hanging across the wall—
Is your flag.
Big.
Bright.
Centered.
Someone’s written:
“THIS IS YOUR HOME RACE.”
In messy marker.
Lando grins.
Oscar nods proudly.
Lewis stands with arms folded, satisfied.
Max shrugs like it wasn’t his idea (it absolutely was partially his idea).
Charles is already filming your reaction.
Your throat closes instantly.
They Don’t Make It Dramatic.
No big speeches.
Just…
Presence.
Carlos says, “We rotate. Every weekend one of us is your ‘family section.’”
Fernando adds, “You will never look into a grandstand and see no one again.”
Lewis squeezes your shoulder.
“You don’t have a home race,” he says gently.
“So we’ll make every race a little bit yours.”
The Breaking Point
You try to hold it together.
You really do.
But then Oscar hands you a small bag.
Inside?
Snacks from your home country.
The specific kind you can’t find in Monaco.
You laugh through tears.
“Where did you even get this?”
Max smirks. “We have resources.”
And that’s when you cry.
Full, overwhelmed, homesick tears.
Not because you’re sad anymore.
But because you’re not alone.
The Group Hug
It’s chaotic.
Lando starts it.
Charles joins.
Lewis wraps an arm around you.
Oscar awkwardly but sincerely leans in.
Max pretends he’s not participating but he absolutely is.
You’re squished between race suits and shoulder pads and familiar cologne.
Someone says, “Careful, don’t wrinkle the fireproofs.”
You laugh into someone’s shoulder.
Later That Night
You step outside alone for a moment.
The paddock lights are dim.
Engines quiet.
You check your phone.
Missed call from home.
You call back.
Your mom answers immediately.
“How was the race?”
You smile.
“It was good.”
“You okay?”
You look through the glass window at the drivers inside laughing loudly.
At the flag still hanging on the wall.
At the people who chose you.
“…Yeah,” you whisper.
“I think I am.”
Epilogue
You still don’t have a home race.
But now—
Every podium has someone spraying champagne at you like a sibling.
Every bad quali has someone knocking on your motorhome door.
Every lonely Sunday has someone dragging you to dinner.
TW: Mentions of gore,failed family and lots of angst
IN WHICH: Telamon (Shedletsky) fails to protect his own child
Shedletsky x Child reader (platonic only)
Mentions of BrightEyes and 1x1x1x1 too!
Second part here
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You were abandoned
And then found by BrightEyes
Or as you soon called her
Your mother
Your father was Telamon
A rather important and high ranking member of Roblox
He was known for his cold behavior towards anyone who wasn’t his wife
Not caring for exploiters or hackers as he would whip his ban hammer out and struck them down with one swing
And yet when he saw you
His heart melted and reformed
As you became older with your mother going missing your father had abandoned his position of a once high and glory position most would dream of to take care of you
He went by Shedletsky now
Yet as the days went by and no matter how much time he spent with you and his endless attempts to find his wife he couldn’t ignore it
His hatred
It was growing
It was too much
It was corrupting him
So he made a living manifestation of it
It was only supposed to be a mountain of code that expressed his hatred so he could keep on moving
So he could keep on playing pretend swords with you
Yet that code reformed
Into a child
In a way you could say 1x1x1x1 was your younger sibling
When you found him in a locked away cage in the middle of your exploration of the forest behind your house in a cave
You soon swore to him that you would take down whatever meanie trapped him there
You would visit him every day that you could when your father was too wrapped up in finding your mother to notice you slipping away
You would sneak in snacks and sugary drinks
You would laugh with them
Until
Shedletsky had found him
You brought him to 1x4 thinking that your father could free your friend
But when 1x1x1x1 saw him
He hated him
Told you he was the person who trapped him
Then everything spiraled
He banned 1x1x1x1 to the banlands
All while you cried and begged for him not to
And then that night when he tucked you in for bed promising that 1x4 just went to sleep in the dreamlands
You knew better
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Shedletsky had cried himself to death basically
Not only was his wife missing but so was his child
And soon he went back to a shoulder to cry on
His best friend
Builderman
He drowned himself in missions
Returning to not his former position but as a weaker position alongside his friend
He thought it could drown his emotions yet on one mission…
He disappeared
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A laugh echoed throughout Planet Voss as Shedletsky tried to run away clutching his bleeding wound that was being infected by corrupted code
And then…
That’s when he truly stopped for the first time in his life to think to himself and realize the emotions he kept down for so long as he looked up
Where did he go wrong?
You were there
Now grown up laughing as corrupted code had spread throughout
Your younger sibling standing behind laughing and drawing his sword
The Spectre had changed you
Warped your mind and memory to its liking
Made it so that Telamon and BrightEyes were just people of the past that you had forgotten
Made it so that Shedletsky was the only person you remembered before being forsakened
Made it so that Shedletsky had abandoned you alongside your younger sibling fighting to fend for yourself while you both suffered and eventually being banned by him
Wasn’t he supposed to be a father who cared for you?
Wasn’t he supposed to protect you?
To love you?
K I L L H I M
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So as Shedletsky looked up he accepted his fate he knew he couldn’t escape this fate
Looks like you found him hiding!
Whatever it wasn’t like your creator ever bothered to play hide and seek with you and your younger sibling when you were younger
One day he would regain his position as Telamon
In order to escape
In order to uncorrupt your code as well as 1x1x1x1’s code
In order to find his wife again
In order to be happy again
In order to play house again
Where he would be the father, his wife would be the mother, you would be the older protective sibling and your younger sibling would constantly bicker with you
He would save you
HE WILL SAVE YOU
HE WILL PROTECT YOU
HE WILL LOVE AND PROTECT YOU JUST LIKE HE SHOULD HAVE DONE ALL THOSE YEARS AGO
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Some headcanons^^
໒꒱ Just how the Spectre warped your mind when you first forsaken into the hell I would imagine that like when the Spectre was bored and becoming dull with the rounds he would give you your memories back completely
໒꒱ It never fails to entertain the Spectre as you would immediately bundle yourself up and cry when you were chosen as the killer
໒꒱ And each time you would cry in your fathers chest scared about your corrupted code crying about how you missed your mother, crying about how everything hurts, crying about how you wanted to go back home, to play swords with him and afterwards he would buy fried chicken as you both play hide and seek and then he would tuck you into bed so you could repeat it all over again
໒꒱ It hurts him to see his child again that’s why he would always mess around and joke (while secretly using both med kits that he had on him and his friend chicken just so that he had more time to talk to you again)
໒꒱ But of course every time he would eventually slowly die because of your corrupted code or if he managed to live he would watch as you slipped away crying and begging for him not to leave as you were both separated again
໒꒱ It never failed to make him cry and cry wishing for you to be free
໒꒱ And every time it would hurt even more when in the next round you were back to your corrupted self forgetting all that had happened
໒꒱ Again and again
໒꒱ While you gained your memories you would talk to 1x1x1x1 again since he was the only person you knew in a cabin full of strangers that looked weird
໒꒱ 1x1x1x1 always remembered those moments with you, he could never forget, it’s why when you went back to your corrupted self it hurt his heart a little bit when the only thing you would talk about was defeating Shedletsky
໒꒱ Don’t get her wrong she likes to kill Shedletsky but it hurts when it would be the only thing you would talk to them about, any other time you weren’t planning together on how to destroy Shedletsky you would ignore him
໒꒱ Pretending he was just an ally you could use (Destroying all your feelings inside that wanted to play with 1x1x1x1 like you were a child again)
໒꒱ No what’s important right now is destroying Shedletsky
໒꒱ And then you and your sibling could play all you wanted while the world itself would collapse due to the corrupted code
໒꒱ Sometimes when 1x1x1x1 misses you badly he will play with C00LKidd just so that it could bring up good memories again
໒꒱ She always tries her best to get your attention and praise when your in your corrupted form
໒꒱ Ranging from making you very burnt food
Is something burning??? you asked as you coughed while Jason tried to waft away the burning smell outside while 1x1x1x1 struggled to put out the flames of the now very burnt eggs
He was banned from the kitchen after that
But it didn’t stop him from still trying to cook for you
໒꒱ To handmade gifts
I made you something!
1x1x1x1 exclaimed as they showed you a handmade ring made from twisted leaves he found outside the cabin
Oh thanks…
You said as you grabbed the ring and as soon as he was out of vision you would secretly place it inside a box filled of his gifts for you and hide it secretly under your bed
You had to be strong for him
You can’t be weak
໒꒱ When the killers first found out you were 1x1x1x1’s older sibling they were surprised and less surprised when you turned out to be like 1x1x1x1 who would act cold and distant to others
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