hi sweeties, my name is sofia and i'm in my twenties. you can call me sofi, sof, fifi, or as you wish! i post f1 drivers +18 stories only. do not interact with my content if you're not +18. the content in my blog could be triggering for someone, always read the warnings first.
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Hiii, I sent a request a couple weeks ago I think, just wondering if you’re actually looking at them 😅😅
hiiii sweetie, i don't know which request you're referring to 😩 i currently have a lot of drafts, but none of them are finished or even close to being finished. i don't know why, but i'm going through a bit of writer's block or something. send helpppp!
would you guys be interested in an f1 mafia au? i've been reading a lot of mafia au's about different drivers and now i kinda want to make one 😩 maybe a mafia boss! max verstappen!!
hey 👋 i really loved all your fics they are so fucking good i have a request can you do dark!carlos x driver!reader like he is like mentor to her tq 💕
hiii, i forgot to answer this! first of all, thank you so so much🥺🙏 i actually posted something really similar to what you requested just a day ago. hope you like it! here you can see it, dark!drivers headcanons
oscar casually says, ‘let me taste you,’ which ends with you sitting on his face while your loving boyfriend eats you out.
warnings: +18 content. smut. facesitting, reader receiving, established relationship, soft!oscar (i mean, in comparison with my other fics, he's a cutepie here), oscar loves reader's pussy.
word count: it was 576 words at first (at least in my notes app), but i added more while checking grammar here, so it’s probably between 500–600. sorry for losing track :(
note: THIS IS BLURB. it's shorter and softer than my previous fics, so just enjoy!<3
oscar and you were getting ready for a party, almost running out of time, while your fiancé just lay on the bed like he had all the time in the world. oscar was calm as usual, the kind of man who thought before acting.
still, there was something in his gaze. a quiet spark that told you his mind was somewhere else entirely.
you knew that look too well.
seeing you like that, in nothing but his shirt, made oscar think he needed a taste of you.
“baby, come here,” he said, voice soft but with a sensual undertone.
you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in his tone pulled you closer. on another occasion, you might have thought it was an innocent invitation, but looking at his evident bulge left no room for misassumptions.
he brushed a kiss against your lips, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into his lap, holding you close and making his hard cock press you.
“you look so gorgeous today, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“osc, we need to leave in literally thirty minutes. our friends are waiting for us.”
“i don't want to go,” he said with a playful frown. “i'll be bored while you talk to everyone else.”
“that's not true, i'll be by your side all night.”
he still looked unconvinced, but his grin softened.
“okay, maybe you can do something for me."
“oscar…” you warned.
“sit on my face, baby. let me taste you.”
you hesitated for a moment, but you lost the battle the second his cute eyes met yours and his tongue slid over his lips.
a heartbeat later, you were settled on his face. you pressed your thighs close carefully, yet oscar's firm hands pulled you nearer, giving you the confidence you needed.
"relax, baby. if i die with your pussy in my mouth i'll die happy."
oscar smiled before starting to lick your pussy, his sweet and warm mouth made you call for his name, his tongue flicking over your clit. oscar loved your pussy, how could he not?
“damn, oscar...”
whatever protest you were about to make melted into a gasp as he sucked harder, his tongue tracing slowly, like he was starving for you. his grip on your thighs tightened, a firm reminder that you weren’t going anywhere. it hadn’t even been an hour since you had sex in the shower, and still, he needed more.
“holy shit, oscar… yes, just like that.”
the sound of his breathing mixed with yours as your hips started to roll against his mouth, chasing that pleasure only he could give you.
you could swear you heard him murmuring praises to your core, almost as if oscar were talking directly to her.
“are you talking to my pussy?”
he nodded, and you heard him whisper, “she’s so beautiful, so ready and willing for my mouth. she loves it when i talk to her.”
his touch felt deliberate, like he knew exactly how to unravel you. your breath came in broken sounds as you gave in completely. you were so close… almost there.
when you finally came, he took all of it.
“damn, osc. that was intense… and quick.”
he smiled, even though he looked like a mess.
“i said i’d be quick. now, should we skip the party?”
“oscar, we have plans already!” you laughed.
“i have better things to do here with you. i want to keep talking to your beautiful pussy, and i want to fuck you slow and deep, babe. you can choose, but honestly, i think my plan’s far better than yours."
a second later, oscar was tangled in the sheets with you. well, maybe you could call in sick later.
please do not translate my work or repost it anywhere. it's mine, i don't allow it.
including: max verstappen, charles leclerc and carlos sainz.
warnings: + 18 content. smut. obsessive behaviour, dark!drivers, dom!drivers, suggestive dialogues, etc. this is not a poly fic!! (the rest of the warnings are detailed in each driver headcanon!)
note: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING FOR CARLOS AND CHARLES, omggg pls let me know what you think. also, second part will include oscar, lando and george :)
max verstappen
warnings: mentions of cheating (not you or max), p in v, gaslighting.
max would be the kind of man who took his time with the game. he wouldn’t creep into your room to watch you sleep, no, he was far more patient than that. he’d learn your schedule by heart, and 'accidentally' cross your path in the paddock just often enough to make you wonder if it was really a coincidence.
you were part of the team, a mechanic who was constantly around the garage
when he first saw you, he knew he had to have you.
but there was a problem... you already had a boyfriend
nothing that it couldn't be solved. at all.
max started approaching you after races, inviting you and a few other mechanics out for dinner or drinks. you all thought he was just being friendly, but secretly, he only wanted to get you alone... so he could fuck you in the restroom.
he asked you questions, he wanted to really know you. and everything he found about you made his heart beat faster for you.
he knew you loved coffee before a race day, and without asking, he started to bring two cups of coffee: one for him and one for you.
"there's no reward for me, doll? not even a kiss?"
smiling, you gave him a kiss on his cheek.
working for the same team, he made everything possible so you can share the same hotel floor. he even slept in the room next to yours, he made up the silliest excuses to just sneek into your room and spend his time with you.
"the tube is broken, can i shower here instead, please?"
you were always so gentle, you never said no to him.
one night, the AC barely helped against the heavy singapore heat. max knocked on your door, casual as ever, and said, "i can't sleep. want to go to the pool with me?'"
"sure. the boys are going as well?"
"it's just you and me."
you agreed, even though you'd never been alone with max before. you were usually surrounded by the rest of the team, and this was the first time you and Max were hanging out without anyone else around.
the water was cold, exactly what you needed after the singapore heat.
max was in the water too, watching you like he couldn't stop staring.
you weren't wearing anything slutty or controversial, but that night, max was hard. seeing your body was so tempting for him... gosh, he wanted you so bad.
"max, don't stare at me like that." you joked, noticing his blue eyes staring at your exposed skin.
"like what?"
"like you want to see me totally naked."
max smiled, "well, maybe i want to."
you froze for an instant, max wasn't joking at all.
"we can't, i have a boyfriend."
"i know, doll. sometimes i wish you hadn't."
he just smiled and changed the topic. you felt good with him, max was so caring and paid attention to you. like, he really cared about you.
if you didn't have a boyfriend, he'd be exactly the kind of man you’d fall for.
and max knew that. so he decided to do something about it.
max was a rich man, a top driver in f1, so he used his money to help get that man out of your life. he made him suffer a little, not too much, just enough of a warning to let him know he needed to step aside.
one week later, while you were staying at the same hotel, you went to his room, mascara running down your face. “he said he doesn’t want me anymore. he called it off.”
"oh, doll. i'm so sorry. come in."
his arms were so strong around you. you cried against his chest while he said the sweetest things to you.
"he didn’t deserve you, believe me."
you looked him in the eyes. "a month ago, a girl sent me a picture. my ex-boyfriend had a tinder account and cheated on me with a lot of women and men. i gave him so many chances. now i know it wasn’t meant to last."
okay, max wasn't expecting any of that. now he felt less guilty.
he started to get closer to you, being the one who listened when you cried and talked about your love life. and when you finally stopped crying, he held you in a way that made all the pain fade. he fucked you so nicely, that the tears that followed weren’t sad ones anymore.
he loved to see you cry while his cock got inside you, "max, please. don't stop."
"how could i stop? if you only knew what i’m capable of doing just to have you, just to fuck you like you deserve it, popje." "i bet your ex never fucked you like this, your pussy had never been treated so nicely. you were asking for this. why else would you go to the pool with me at night, wearing that bikini that barely hid anything? you were wet that night, and it wasn’t just the water. you wanted me to fuck you there, in the pool."
"he doesn't deserve you, doll. no one deserves you. you're perfect, babe. just for me."
he made you feel good about yourself, your body, your personality, and all of your insecurities. when max fucked you, you never hesitated, you never had a second thought. max made you feel good. he grew on you like ivy.
it wasn’t hard for you to fall in love with him. not with the cute and expensive gifts, the flowers, the cats, and his constant hunger for you every night.
max was all you needed. he became what you needed.
charles leclerc
warnings: masturbation, breeding kink, p in v, mention of a sexual video of reader masturbating, etc.
you were a fan. literally, you always liked his posts, sent him messages, and even had posters of charles on your bedroom wall. every time a new rumor about him dating a model appeared in the tabloids, he read your dms, where you said you could be better than them, that you could please him better.
his curiosity started to grow. he quickly began to check every photo you had on social media and every tweet you posted. you left a ton of flirty comments about charles, and in all of them, you made it clear that if he gave you the chance to fuck with him, he would never let you go.
anyone would block you, but instead, charles started to answer you back and liked your posts.
you couldn't believe it. your favourite driver was showing interest in you. genuine interest.
“i can give you some paddock passes. do you want them?” that’s what charles sent you in a dm.
you accepted. you couldn’t afford tickets to the monaco grand prix, and being invited by charles leclerc himself was something you couldn’t believe.
but then, a new message popped up on your phone.
"send me a video of you fucking yourself, belle. i want to see the posters with my face stuck to the walls while you moan my name."
you hesitated. being realistic, you spent most nights alone in your bedroom. some nights you even fingered yourself, surrounded by all the ferrari and charles merch just steps away. it wasn’t anything new, but you had never sent anyone a video or pictures of yourself like that. and yet, charles leclerc was asking for that.
but the excitement grew, being watched by charles while you were masturbating was intriguing. you didn't do it for the vip passes, you did it because you wanted to be watched by charles. you wanted to prove to him that you were the only thing he needed.
you wanted charles, and the only way to prove it was to convince him you were worthy of his attention.
damn, you had no idea of how much charles loved that video.
when he first heard you moaning his name, he knew that there was no way out. you were his, you were his gift after all the chaos and drama that he had endured for years.
when you appeared at the paddock, he couldn't contain himself. he pulled you into the nearest private room and fucked you like a man starved for it.
"you asked for this, babe. fucking yourself in front of my posters, wishing there were my fingers instead. you're a groupie, baby. you had to be fucked like one."
you never imagined charles being like this in bed. you never thought he would try the most unexpected positions just to make both of you feel good. you never thought he would whisper the hottest and harshest words to you in french.
he loved your pussy.
he loved the beautiful moans of you being so close to the release.
he loved the way your pussy tightened around his cock, as if it never wanted to let him go.
"charles..."
"now that's my pussy, mon chou. you're gonna travel with me around the world, and you're always gonna be there for me when I need it. if i want to fuck before or after a race, you’ll be there, wearing my merch, wishing my cock was inside you." "don’t act surprised, baby. you think i haven’t seen all the dms you sent me for years? you were practically begging for this."
"oh, charles..."
"you once said you wanted to give me my first child. well, if you show me what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, i might just put a baby in you.”
when the other wags and fans saw you in the paddock every weekend, holding hands with charles, they couldn't believe he was dating a fan. they couldn’t fathom how a fan had managed to date a ferrari driver.
"it's all your pussy," charles would whisper to you, his voice low and hungry, making it clear that it was your body that had him completely under control.
and that pussy made charles go feral.
that pussy turned into his motivation to win races, and when things didn't go right, he fucked you on his driver room, without caring of the noises. better, they would know what made him fall in love with you.
when he put a ring on your finger and a baby into your belly, no one dared to ask a single question.
carlos sainz
warnings: manipulation, slight age gap, really possessive carlos, jealous!carlos sainz, p in v, and cockwarming.
you were an f1 female driver, only a few years younger than him, and already were one of the best drivers in the recent years.
carlos was the first to approach you when you started racing for the same team as him. he decided he had to protect you and guide you, quickly becoming your mentor in the f1 world. under his wing, you learned valuable information, and turned into your best version. on track, you were unstoppable.
he played the role, he always gave you advice and helped you to improve.
fans and social media couldn't get enough of your dynamic, always calling you the best duo on the grid
they had no idea of carlos' intentions.
you were so trusting, unaware of his dark mind. unaware of the way his hands lingered when you were by his side. unaware of the sharp gaze carlos shot to the stupid boys who dared to steal even a fraction of your attention.
one day, at a party, he kissed you and brought you to the restroom. his hands touched you everywhere, his lips and mouth made you scream his name.
the next day, you two blamed it on the alcohol. when the clueless journalists asked who had left hickeys on your neck, everyone jumped to conclusions, some guy your age, some innocent boy completely unrelated to carlos. little did they know who had really marked you.
eventually, carlos drank far too much, and so did you. when no one was watching, you vanished into a restroom, fucking you until your legs trembled and refused to hold you. he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against him as he carried you to your room, every step fueled by the heat between you.
you never spoke of it. fucking your teammate felt like a forbidden secret, and you did your best to ignore how your body reacted to him every time he was close.
carlos was attractive
just the thought of his hair made you wet, imagining pulling it while he devoured you.
he invited you to his yacht. just the two of you. he said that you both needed to relax after the exhausting race.
you and carlos didn't need a single drink. barely an hour later, he was leaving bruising kisses along your neck. he pulled you onto his lap, pushed your bikini aside, and slid his cock into you, making you feel full.
your legs trembled as you nearly gave out. you tried to move, but he didn't let you.
"no, stay still." "you're so pretty, amor. you need a strong hand to help you, to guide you, and to love you. i'm all that. i'm all you need."
so when a mechanic caught your attention, carlos knew he had to teach you a lesson. you couldn't date anyone, you couldn't be interested in anyone but him.
he sent you a quick message after the race, inviting you to his place. you knocked on his door just ten minutes later. carlos didn’t waste a word, his hand found your wrist, his touch firm as he led you to the bedroom. his gaze alone told you to not speak.
his fingers introduced in your pussy, his touch was rough, deliberate, as if he wanted you to feel both pleasure and punishment in the same breath.
"he won't satisfy you like i do. he's just a boy compared to me. you'll forget him, or i will kill him. and it'll be all your fault. so make your decision, bebé. choose him and you'll see what i'm capable of doing.”
when he heard you say you didn't care for that mechanic, he knew it was enough. he fucked you from behind.
"carlos, please. you know there’s no one for me, only you."
"lo sé, preciosa. you're going to let me fuck you properly and you'll thank me when i finish."
that day, you reached climax multiple times. carlos had the skill to make your legs feel like gelatin. your body was exhausted, your mind couldn't think at all, yet you were certain that carlos was the one you needed.
"say you're mine, hermosa. say you belong to me."
"i'm yours, carlos. just yours."
just a week later, the whole grid was talking, everyone knew you had a man. most of the drivers were whispering that carlos was the one who had you wrapped around him, night after night.
please do not translate my work or repost it anywhere. it's mine, i don't allow it.
