#Formula2

[disxsistuff]

Un nouveau petit français pour Vcarb heheh

[viejospellejos]

¡¡Tremendos reflejos de Hadjar!!

[itzmaxiel]

Once a Prema driver, alway a Prema driver🥹

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[rubywillkins]

Hi! Can I get Pepe marti with Dark Mocha, whipped cream, soy milk, hemp milk, omelette, bruschetta, hot dog, Beef stoganoff, Butter fried chicken, and club soda? Thank you!

Sure darling ♥️

Pepe Marti |

Under the spotlight

Pairing pepe marti × female reader

Dark Mocha dating, whipped cream sweet sex, soy milk oral sex, hemp milk squirting, omelette blind fold, bruschetta edging, hot dog Size kink, beef stoganoff "you can take it, you've done it before" butter fried chicken "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere", club soda pillow talk

The paddock had fallen silent, the roar of engines replaced by the soft hum of the night. Pepe Marti leaned against the wall of his garage, his fireproofs tied loosely at his waist. The day had been intense, the physical toll of practice evident in the ache of his muscles. But his thoughts weren’t on the track anymore—they were on her.

Y/n.

She’d texted him earlier, promising an escape from the chaos. And as always, Her presence felt like the only antidote to the adrenaline-fueled frenzy of his life.

When he walked out to the lot, there you were, waiting by his car. Her sundress hugged her curves, fluttering softly in the breeze. She looked tiny next to the hulking machine, her stature dwarfed even more as she glanced up at him, her smile lighting up the dark.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

She laughed softly, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. “Figured you could use some downtime.”

They drove to a cozy café tucked into a quiet street, far from the paddock’s buzz. Inside, it was intimate—dim lighting, soft jazz, and small tables designed to bring people closer. Pepe’s broad shoulders barely fit in the booth, and Y/n couldn’t help but smirk as he adjusted himself, his size commanding attention wherever he went.

“Do you ever feel out of place, being so… big?” she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.

He chuckled, reaching for her hand across the table. “Only when I’m with you. You make me feel like a giant.”

Her lips curved into a sly smile. “I don’t mind. Makes me feel delicate. Safe.”

Pepe’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, his gaze turning softer. “You are delicate. And I’ll always make sure you’re safe.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, the playful banter giving way to something deeper. By the time they left the café, her hand tucked securely in his, the atmosphere between them had shifted.

Back at the hotel, the tension was palpable. As soon as the door clicked shut, Pepe’s hands found her waist, pulling her against his chest. She looked so small in his arms, her head barely reaching his chin as he tilted her face up to his.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n’s hands rested on his chest, her fingers barely spanning its width. “Maybe I like driving you crazy.”

He chuckled low, the sound rumbling through her. “Careful, baby. You might get more than you bargained for.”

Before she could respond, his lips claimed hers, the kiss slow but deliberate. He scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bed like she weighed nothing.

Her small frame seemed to disappear beneath his as he hovered over her, his hands trailing down her sides. The contrast between them made her breath hitch—the breadth of his shoulders, the sheer strength in his arms.

“You’re so little,” he murmured, his voice thick with adoration. “I feel like I could break you.”

“You won’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both anticipation and trust.

Pepe’s hands traced her curves, his touch both reverent and possessive. “You’re perfect,” he said, his tone almost a growl. “Every inch of you.”

"wait, I want to try something new", he said... He blind folded you... And you let him do ... You were enjoying whatever he was doing...

He started kissing you again from lips to breasts... Breasts to your clit... He started to suck on your clit.. you arching your back from pure pleasure... He was eating you out like a hungry animal who didn't have food from days..."

You taste so good y/n... So good" he said just just above your cunt.. you feeling his breath on your most sensitive area.. he started sucking your pussy again but this time his mouth was not alone... He was fucking you with his two fingers too... It was rough, raw just how you like.. but at the same time it was sweet.. even for a slight second you didn't feel disrespectd..

Suddenly you feel a knot in your stomach and you squirt on his face... "Babe.. look you made mess babe" he said while enjoying the mess he created..

He inserted his dick inside you... He didn't give the time to adjust and starts to thurst in to your soft pussy..

"babe,.. I can't you're so big.." you said whimpering...

"you can take it, you've done it before"

He said while removing and reinserting his dick again into your pussy...

He gradually increase his speed.. gently pounding into you... It was fast yet gentle...

"slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere"

You said in his ears slowly moaning his name... That turned him on more..

Just when you were about to came he withdraw his dick from you... Just to tease you..

"babe please, no edging after making me feel so good... i was just about to come..." "Arghh... Pls insert it back.." you said craving for his dick more...

He insert his dick again.. inside you...this time it was a bit slow..but the duration was long.. he wanted to makeup for all the teasings..

He was so good in making you feel good...

You both came together..

Afterward, you both lay tangled beneath the sheets, your small frame nestled against his. You rested your head on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear.

“You know,” you said softly, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin, “I love how big you are.”

Pepe smirked, his hand stroking her back. “Oh yeah?”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, your cheeks flushed but your eyes bright. “You make me feel… tiny. In the best way. Like I’m completely yours.”

His expression softened, his fingers brushing her cheek. “That’s because you are, Y/n. Every part of you is mine, just like every part of me belongs to you.”

Your lips curved into a shy smile as you settled back against him, his arms wrapping protectively around you. “You make me feel safe, Pepe. And loved.”

“And you make me feel whole,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair.

The night streched on, filled with quite whispers and soft touches . For Pepe, it wasn't just another race weekend- it was a reminder that no matter what happened on the track, she was his greatest win.

[schvmacher47]

venus | oscar piastri (preview)

author's note: enjoy this little preview of my beloved best friends to lovers story, which i am currently uploading on wattpad! i would appreciate it so much if you would give my work a chance and i am 100% sure you'll love kaia as much as i do! feel free to share and also come over to my wattpad to enjoy the full thing. much love xx

6| flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

I sank further down into the comfy pillows of the sofa, feeling the sleepiness slowly get the better of me even though it wasn’t that late. I was fighting against the urge to close my eyes, trying to keep my head upright. Desperately trying to not let it drop against Oscar’s shoulder, even though it looked so inviting. Instead, I tried to listen and focus on the ongoing conversation between him and his parents – a conversation I had long disengaged from. I let my eyes inspect my surroundings, his mum had a great sense for decorations and home design, until they stopped and lingered at a photo wall. A wall full of memories, Oscar and his sisters when they were still little, Oscar and his first win in a karting series. A photo of Oscar when he won the Formula Renault Eurocup. It was grouped with photos of his Formula 3 and Formula 2 title celebrations. The latter one was one I knew and remembered all too well. My eyes went wide, when I spotted myself on one of those F2 celebration photos. It showed Oscar and me hugging, with the Australian flag draped over my shoulders. A smile crept onto my lips as I remembered that moment, flushed cheeks hurting from smiling too much, hot tears streaming down and burning in my eyes. I felt Oscar’s gaze lingering on me, he must have noticed me staring at the photo for too long. A photo that served as my phone lockscreen for quite some time as well.

When I turned my head away from the wall, his eyes were still on me, a smile on his lips as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

A yawn escaped my lips, when I shifted in my seat, bringing one of my legs up to rest in a more comfortable position. I watched Oscar with a faint smile on my lips, as he got lost in the conversation with his parents again, explaining something racing related. He was gesticulating wildly with his hands, emphasising how different parts affected his last races. He was oscribing. I listened contently, but soon got distracted by something warm at my feet. Rosie, one of the Piastri family dogs and Nicole’s emotional support for race weekends, was looking up at me with big eyes, tail joyfully thumping down on the floor. I reached down, picking her up and placing her on my lap. As Rosie settled into my lap and made herself comfortable, I absentmindedly started scratching behind her ears, earning appreciative little sighs from her. I continued to listen to the ongoing conversation, his gestures and explanations captivating me, feeling the pride wash over me.

My eyelids grew a lot heavier, and not even the animated conversation could keep me fully engaged. In my lap, even Rosie seemed to have lost her fight to stay awake, her little sighs had become a lot more irregular, her breathing became slow and rhythmic. She had fallen asleep, securely nestled on my lap. As I continued to softly rake my fingers through her white fur, I gave in and finally allowed my head to tilt to the side, letting it rest on Oscar’s shoulder. He immediately adjusted his position, making it more comfortable for me, as he slung his arm around my body. I automatically snuggled up further into his side, closing my eyes for a moment, as I listened to his heartbeat. His left hand rested on my shoulder, fingers tracing random, soothing patterns over my shirt, before they tangled up in my hair. I let out a content sigh, it was barely audible, as I got lost in the sweet sensations of his fingers playing with my hair. His steady heartbeat provided a comforting backdrop to my drifting thoughts, the conversations long forgotten. I forced myself to open my eyes again, I didn’t want to fall asleep just yet. I glanced up at him, his side profile was illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the standing lamps next to the sofa. I couldn’t help but smile at the subtle expressions and the way his eyes lit up when he got to share his racing experiences. 

I didn’t catch when the conversation changed topic, but I found myself listening to Oscar as he talked about our adventurous Melbourne experience and our trip to the kart track.

»What do you think Kaia?«, Nicole asked and brought me fully back to reality.

»Hm, what?«, I asked back, even though I knew what she was talking about. I simply needed a moment to compose myself, trying to change position, but Oscar’s arm around my shoulders made it impossible. I sighed, accepting my fate and Oscar’s warm presence, even though his parents, especially Nicole, were very much watching. 

»How do you like Australia so far?«, she clarified her question from before, a loving smile on her lips as she looked over at me, in Oscar’s arms and Rosie on my lap.

»Well, I haven’t spotted any deadly spiders…yet! So I guess that’s positive….«, I grinned, internally hoping to not come across one during my stay. 

»Don't jinx it now, Kaia. You’re gonna wake up to a Red Back on your pillow.«, Oscar joked, a laugh escaping his lips.

»I hope not. If I do, I’m going to board the next flight back to safety.«, I grumbled, definitely not too keen on an encounter that involved big, thick-legged, hairy spiders that were most likely very venomous. »But on a serious note, Australia has been truly amazing so far, even though your English can be weird at times.«, I chuckled. »But no, I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world.«

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[liam-twatter]

new Valentino ^^

[481mclarg]

Scared to love you | AL65

★ I've never been good at telling people how I feel, but you make me want to try

STLY       •       FANFIC + SMAU.

          • Arthur Leclerc x Male!Oc driver

Warnings. Sexual - suggestive content. Suggestive jokes.

★          introduction. | one. | two. | three. | four. | five. | six.

          —What are you going to do when we get back? —Arthur asked him on Sunday morning, after waking up half-naked in his bed again, but this time with the Italian man still by his side.

          In the night, Matteo had turned off his alarm, but the habit of a routine simply didn't allow him to sleep past 8 AM. He decided to stay in bed until Arthur woke up.

          —Go back to Italy, I guess. —answered. He didn't have any big plan before the UAE Grand Prix. —Study, practice in the simulator... I also have a few meetings. We are waiting to see what will happen next year. —

          —Aren't you going to continue in Formula 2? —

          He hesitated before answering: —...If I lose another sponsor, I won't be able to continue. —

          It was strange to talk about his problems with someone other than Giancarlo, and the man already knew everything; there was no need to mention the lack of money and all the sponsor problems Matteo had.

          —Is there any hope in Formula 1? Charles said something about the rumors of new drivers... It seems that some names sound very loud in the paddock. —

          —There is less and less time, and fewer seats. —he shrugged his shoulders. Ferrari hadn't called him up for anything other than the typical Academy meetings.

          —All your effort will be recognized, and you will have the seat you deserve. Don't worry about that now. —he stroked the dark hair of the boy next to him.

          Matteo felt like he could burst into tears at that moment. Was there really someone other than himself believing that he deserved something better? Had someone seen his effort and considered that he deserved more?

          Not just a friend who trusted him, a driver he respected too. Another young man with a lot of potential, important in the academy, with good results, a great teammate believing in him.

          —I hope to get to the top... I hope we get to the top. —Arthur smiled.

          While the brunette caressed his dark curls, he held the younger man's face with almost exaggerated delicacy. Outlining Leclerc's cheekbones with his thumbs.

          —Can I kiss you again? —he asked.

          —Lo, my dick was in your mouth last night, and yours in mine. You don't need to keep asking for kisses. —

          —Idiota. —he laughed, bringing him closer to kiss him. —Do you think the others are awake? —he asked when what was an innocent and soft kiss began to turn into something more needy.

          More touch, more closeness, more passion.

          —After last night? I highly doubt it. Why? —he smiled, forcing himself to be patient, waiting for more from Matteo.

          —Hm... Because there is another seat that I also like. —he said, almost uncharacteristic of him.

          With Arthur, he felt different. Less shy, less reserved; more relaxed, more himself. There were no alcohol or repressed feelings to blame. Only him and his lowest instincts that begged him for a little of whatever.

          —I'm glad I'm the one who can try to give you what you deserve... —he answered in the same playful tone, letting Matteo climb onto his lap to join their lips again.

          Arthur looked closely at the man at his side. After breakfast, they had decided to start with real tourism -to see the city and not only clubs-. They are still walking through a street that they had already seen before, but everything seemed wonderful in Matteo's eyes.

          His gaze sparkled, wandering around all the shops, facades of old buildings, small pets; he would swear he even saw him smile at a pigeon that walked near him.

          He felt endearment for him. Almost innocent, full of pure admiration for every little detail of the Spanish streets. A little deer that was just beginning to live, and he had to be there to protect him from any evil that could bother him.

          Now that he could see it, he felt it was his duty to take care of that boy who had been forced to grow up. He needed to do it. He needs to make sure that nothing and no one else can hurt him.

          She stopped behind him, seeing that he had stopped at a gift shop.

          —Do you like motorcycles? —he asked, after noticing that what he was seeing was some kind of iron sheet. There were different ones, some themed around the country or city, historic buildings, and the one that had captured Matteo's attention: one simulating a promotional poster for the MotoGP Jerez Grand Prix.

          —As an Italian, if I wasn't watching Ferrari races, I was watching Rossi's races. —he commented. —Giancarlo is a big fan. We always watched them together. Apart from work, it is the only thing we do together. —

          —That's nice. —There was a nostalgia in the air hard to ignore. Arthur preferred not to ask too much, afraid that the conversation would make the Italian sad. —Do you want to go in? We'll reach the others later or send them a message. —he suggested instead noticing the immediate change in the dark-haired man's smile.

481MCLARG | 19 . 01 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[sunnyseconds]

Oh god that sprint race accident looked horrible. Urgh this weekend is not a great start after summer break, i have no words…

[duck7]

Formula 2 2023 ʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ¹⁴ Abu Dhabi 🇦🇪

Theo Pourchaire wins the 2023 FIA Formula 2 Championship! 🏆

[motorsportoverload]

Spanish GP

Wow. First off, damn George didn't know you had that in you! I'm not a big fan of Mercedes, but gotta give him credit for that start. Literally dove in front of Lando and Max. I will say, I genuinely believed Lando would win 😮‍💨 but hey, those last few laps were incredible! And at least now he's second in the championship, am I right? That's one step closer to champion, baby!

As a Ferrari fan though I will be ignoring our current situation. This GP just didn't happen for them 🤠.

Congrats to Lewis, even though I might be very tempted to throw a tantrum over his success. I can't help it, my bad.

On another note, let's switch to F2 and recognize JMC getting a podium! (two if it weren't for the earlier penalty 😒) inspirational, truly. If ya'll haven't checked out his story yet, please do. He deserves all the attention there is to offer. If you plan on getting interested in motorsport, read about him.

Lastly, I'm so excited for F1 races to be back in actual fighting! Lando and George served us some good fights and I'm excited to when RedBull dominate less, at least to give us a few different candidates for winners. I love them, but, it's like Merc domination, or any in fact, it just gets boring if only one person is fighiting for that top step.

Maybe we should all just switch to watching F2, F3, and F1 Academy, at least they all have the same car and budget (per se).

Triple Header a third completed can't wait for the next tow parts!

[forgetaboutluna]

going off sj rn but oh my god, i want vesti to win the championship

[itzmaxiel]

Look at them being together off the grid🥹 I'm going to miss them on the same grid so much💔

📷 Arthur_Leclerc instagram stories

[rubywillkins]

Hello, there! First of all, congratulations on opening your new café! I hope it will grow.

Anyways, can I get a dark mocha with whipped cream? Ooh, and i like my mild Oat and Whole also. For appetizers, can i get meatballs with a side of cheese sticks, if that's okay? And for mains, can I get Butter Fried Chicken with a side of Potato Gnocchi. Ooh, for my water I'll have sparkling, mineral, and club soda. It's for me and Isack Hadjar on table 6.

Thank you so so much and congrats ☺☺

Sure darling ♥️

Isack Hadjar|

Endless Roads and Eternal Love

Pairing Isack Hadjar × female

Dark Mocha dating whipped cream sweet sex oat milk fingering whole milk hand job meat balls body worship cheese sticks Praise kink Butter fried chicken "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere" potato gnocchi "shh, just look at me, baby" sparkling water aftercare mineral water cuddles club soda pillow talk

The sun was just dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, as Isack revved the engine of his sleek sports car. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her hair slightly tousled by the breeze that sneaked in through the half-open window. The scent of leather and his cologne filled the air, creating an intoxicating mix that made her heart race almost as much as his driving.

The long drive was their escape—away from the cameras, the team, and the relentless pressure of his F1 career. It was just them, the open road, and the hum of the engine beneath them.

As they cruised along a winding coastal route, the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below added a soothing rhythm to their evening. Isack glanced at her every so often, his smile soft but full of mischief. "You’re awfully quiet tonight," he teased, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with hers.

"I’m just enjoying this," Y/N replied, her voice as soft as the ocean breeze. "It’s perfect."

He pulled over at a secluded overlook, the headlights casting a warm glow on the rocky terrain. He helped her out of the car, his hand lingering on her waist as he guided her to the edge of the lookout. The stars had begun to peek out, twinkling in the vast sky above.

"It’s beautiful," she whispered, leaning into him.

"Not as beautiful as you," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer, their silhouettes merging against the backdrop of the sea and stars.

The night unfolded with laughter, shared secrets, they both looking each other... Realising how much they love eachother.. its stupid because they are together from very long time but still every moment like this.. they realise how much they love eachother...

They both slowly started kissing each other his hand slowly opening her dress... And her hand rubbing his tip... While making out you put your hand in his boxer slowly..and slowly massaging his penis with your fingers up and down... He was moaning while kissing you... He slowly started to massage and press your ass... Slowly while your hand was busy trailing his big member.

After giving him a solid handjob he slowly removes his and all your clothes... You both were naked... Instead of worrying he was enjoying it...

He slowly held your 1 leg in his arm spreading your leg while you both were standing...

He inserted his two fingers inside you... Thursting in and out... In and out... Making you moan... At this point you don't care even if someone catches both of you...

After sometime you came on his hand He removed his hand and inserted his dick instead...

In the same position he was fucking you... Pounding into you like there is no Tommorow... Even tho you it seems a bit rough he was quite gentle..

He liked it when you both have eye contact while he is fucking you...

"shh, just look at me, baby"

He wanted your bog doe eyes to look at his eyes...

After sometime he turned you around and inserted his big member inside your vagina form behind.... This time he was a bit faster... He is faster when he wants to cum eagerly... He was so needy at this point...

He just wanted to cum inside you while thursting inside you his one hand was on your waist and one was kneeding your breast..

"slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere"

You said... Because you wanted him to be a bit slow.. so he makes his moment slow for a while but after sometime he was fast again...

Pounding into your pussy like it was the last time he is going to be inside you...

And tha both of you came together...

Later That Night

The air in their cozy villa was thick with the heat of their earlier intimacy. Y/N lay tangled in the sheets, her cheeks flushed, her body still humming with the aftermath of their passion. Isack, propped up on one elbow beside her, let his gaze roam over her with a mix of reverence and hunger.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, lingering as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You say that all the time.”

“Because it’s true,” he countered, his tone serious now. “Every inch of you, Y/N… you drive me crazy. The way your skin feels, the way you fit against me—it’s like you were made for me.”

A blush crept across her cheeks, but she couldn’t look away from the adoration in his eyes.

“You don’t even realize how stunning you are, do you?” he continued, his lips grazing her collarbone as his hand slid down her thigh, caressing her soft skin. “I could look at you forever and still not get enough.”

She laughed softly, her fingers threading through his hair. “You’re obsessed.”

“Completely,” he admitted without hesitation, his lips curving into a smirk. “But can you blame me?”

When their laughter subsided, Isack slipped out of bed, returning with a warm, damp towel and her favorite lotion. “Stay just like that,” he said, his voice tender.

He started at her shoulders, gently cleaning her skin with the towel, his movements slow and deliberate. “You deserve to be pampered,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple as he worked.

His hands were warm as they smoothed the lotion over her arms, down her legs, and along the curves he adored so much. Every stroke of his fingers was accompanied by whispered praise.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his eyes drinking her in. “Every part of you feels like heaven.”

She let out a contented sigh, her body relaxing completely under his care. “You really don’t have to do all this,” she said, though her tone was more grateful than protesting.

“I want to,” he insisted, meeting her gaze. “Taking care of you is the least I can do. You give me everything, Y/N—your love, your trust, your time. Let me give you this.”

When he was finished, he pulled the covers up around her and settled back into bed. He reached for her, pulling her against him so her head rested on his chest.

With her fingers tracing the outline of his abs, Y/N tilted her head to look up at him. “You know, you spoil me,” she teased, her voice soft and playful.

He smirked, brushing his lips against her hair. “And I’m just getting started.”

She giggled, but her laughter turned to a quiet sigh as his hand slid down her back, resting possessively on her hip. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered again, his voice almost reverent. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you.”

“You’re one to talk,” she replied, resting her chin on his chest so she could look into his eyes. “You’re kind, thoughtful, and ridiculously talented. You could have anyone.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” he said firmly, his thumb stroking her hip. “It’s you, Y/N. You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel this way.”

She smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. “You make me feel safe, Isack. Loved. Like I’m the most important person in the world.”

“That’s because you are,” he said without hesitation. His fingers brushed her cheek, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’re my world, Y/N. My reason for everything."

They talked for what felt like hours, sharing dreams, fears, and promises. Isack couldn't stop himself from slipping in more compliments , unable to hold back how much he adored her.

Finally, as her eyes grew heavy, he kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you more than words can ever say."

"I love you too," she replied, her voice a sleepy murmur.

And with their bodies entwined, hearts full, and minds at peace, they drifted into deep, blissful sleep.

[swpics]

Ex-Eddie Cheever Formula 2 March 782 won the Derek Bell Trophy second race at HSCC Finals, Silverstone driven by Richard Evans. Report on meeting in the current issue of Classic and Competition car magazine. Free to read at www.classcompcar.com

[smandmoree]

On the 5th anniversary of your death, the F1, F2 and F3 community will take a moment to reflect on the racing talent you left behind.

Your spirit will forever be with us, Anthoine! 🕊🙏

[liam-twatter]

can you imagine if it happened to him? they would've had to change to rain tyres because of all his tears... Bearman, 18 years old, first session in F1, same time of Hamilton almost 40 years old... are they really sure at Ferrari... mind the future

when you watch Formula 2 and Verstappen is 1st also there... a nightmare for Hamilton fanboys