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Alli. 30's. She/Her. Beautiful men are ruining my life. Requests for F1 driver texts are open!

[sunflowerlando]

Any writings will be posted on this Tumblr and possibly my AO3.

FORMULA ONE MASTERLIST

Stories/Driver Text Message AUs/Moodboards

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Stories

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Stories/Blurbs/Moodboards

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[sunflowerlando]

Are they really your bestie if you can’t text them at 130am screaming about Max Verstappen’s thighs?

[eightyonefour]

"who's more likely to overpack for a race weekend?"

oscar: pffff *points at lando and nods aggresively*

lando: yup!

oscar: lando norris!

[juvenilecinephile]

[thewinterclown]

Whatever happened with Walker, it wasn’t your fault. I get it. It’s just that shield’s the closest thing I’ve got left to a family. So when you retired it, it made me feel like I had nothing left. Made me question everything: you, Steve, me. You know, I’ve got his, uh, I’ve got his book. And, uh, I just figured if it worked for him, then it’d work for me. Bucky Barnes in RAINBOW COLORS (insp)

[eightyonefour]

"do you want one more?" "no"

[eightyonefour]

f1: Win number five of 2025 🍾

[buckyytorres]

📷 yaiza.png on ig

[carlandofan]

[sunflowerlando]

My husband: why is he dancing with another guy?

Me: have you seen the man? He bi asf

[georgiasbrainstuff]

the little smile lines

[norriszn]

F1 MONACO GP 2025 | lando debriefing before the fp2

[maxieurekaevermore]

He was manwhore even before the term existed

[sunflowerlando]

Could you do Yuki with prompt 32 👀

My life got absolutely insane after I posted my follower special almost 2 months ago, so apologies on the delay!!! I'm finally getting around to finishing/posting the requests from here

Prompt 32. "Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.” Mature but nothing explicit. I started writing this when we found out Yuki was going to Red Bull so it's in the past on the timeline...

You were pissed.

Again.

You were absolutely going to strangle the Japanese driver this time.

You stalk through the paddock, passing familiar faces that looked at you with concern – the rage evident on your face and in your stride.

As you reach the VCARB hospitality area, you spot Isack and Yuki having a laugh with some of the mechanics around one of the tables outside.

“Tsunoda!” you practically yell as you walked up.

“Oh shit.” Isack says, “You’ve done it this time mon ami.”

“Can I speak with you, privately…” you ask, trying to keep your tone even. You do not want to chew out the driver in front of a group, and especially not out in the paddock where anyone with a VIP pass could overhear and/or take a video. An errant video was what had gotten you this heated in the first place.

“Ummm, I’d rather not.” Yuki responds, looking to Isack for help.

“Tough shit.” You say, pointing at the door. He gets up from his chair, looking sheepish as he follows you inside. You wind your way through the halls before going into an open meeting room and closing the door behind the two of you.

You try to take a few calming breaths, closing your eyes and visualizing things that make you happy before turning to him and pinning him with a biting look.

“Did we or did we not have a conversation at the last race about your media strategy and how you needed to lay low for a bit?” You ask.

“We did…” he responds.

“And what did you go out and do instead?” You groan. “You did exactly the opposite, Yuki! You went out clubbing and got papped in a compromising situation with THREE PEOPLE. I don’t give a shit what you do in private, but you were in public for god’s sake!”

“Does it help if I say I’m sorry?” He asks his brown eyes shining up at you from where he’s sitting.

“No, because I absolutely know you aren’t.” You retort.

“Okay, but I’m sorry it makes more work for you.” He says, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes again.

“I’m getting really tired of hearing your apologies and excuses.” You say looking at him again. He’s standing in front of you now, and he reaches a hand out to place it on your shoulder. “I am sorry. You’re upset and tense because of something I did. How can I make it right?”

“Start by not doing it again…”

“Right. No more public makeouts.”

“Just no more of any of the things we’ve already talked about 12 times. Stick to posting cute photos of you and food and cars.

“You think I’m cute?” he asks, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yuki, that's not the point.” “It could be if you wanted…” he says, trailing his hand down from your shoulder and running his fingers gently over your arm.

“Yuki…” you say, a hint of warning in your tone. The air in the room seems to crackle as his eyes bore into yours and he drops his hand back to his side. There has always been this tension between the two of you for as long as you’ve worked with the team. You wouldn’t jeopardize your job by being caught with one of the drivers. It would be a PR nightmare and your job was to try to prevent those.

“I’m going to Red Bull.” He says.

“What?” you say, your breath stuttering.

“They’re moving me to Red Bull, so you won’t have to deal with my nonsense anymore.” He says with a shrug.

"Then maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.” You say and he looks at you quizzically.

“What do you mean?” He asks, and you don’t know if he’s playing coy or the language gap is genuinely throwing him on this one.

“Fuck it,” you grumble before you smash your lips against his.

He’s stunned for a moment before his hands grip your waist and he’s kissing you back fervently.

“I knew you wanted me.” He says as you break apart for a moment to breathe. “Shut up, Yuki.” You say, still annoyed at him. One of his hands come up to grasp the back of your neck, pulling you back to him as his lips move over yours once again. He walks you backwards in the kiss so the back of your legs hit the meeting room table, and you sit back on it as he steps between your legs.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He murmurs before starting to kiss down your neck. His hands are roaming your sides and you let out a soft sigh. “Tell me you’ve wanted this too.” “I’ve wanted it… wanted you…” you respond, your hips rocking on the table to grind against his hardening arousal. “Good girl. You’re so pretty like this; all needy for me…” He says, tweaking one of your nipples through your shirt and bra.

“Yuki…” you moan loudly.

He pulls back from your neck and smirks at you before saying “Shhhh… you’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Then make me be quiet.” You challenge before his lips crash back into yours.

[eightyonefour]

[dannyriccsystem]

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER TEXTS

Summary: F1 boyfriend drunk texts you

Warnings: VERY suggestive, Y/N usage, alcohol mention

Featuring: MV1, DR3, LN4, CL16, LH44, CS55, OP81

I have one more idea I might finish tonight… And then I will get back to requests… But!

Feel free to send some in! Requests open! Check pinned for more

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

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DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

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LANDO NORRIS - LN4

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CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

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LEWIS HAMILTON - LH44

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CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

[etheireimagined]

oscar drawings + mini landoscar

[palegreenstar]

VIBE CHECK *gently presses our foreheads together*

[theoutlawstar]