#accidente Sainz

[solorally]

Accidente de Sainz - Cruz, que les deja fuera del Dakar [video].

Accidente de Sainz – Cruz, que les deja fuera del Dakar [video].

El piloto español, que ha perdido el control de su Audi en el km 6, quería esperar a su asistencia para reanudar la especial pero finalmente ha renunciado a continuar en carrera debido a fuertes dolores torácicos en el lado derecho. El matador está siendo trasladado en helicóptero al hospital de Riad para someterse a pruebas médicas. الجمهور السعودي ساعدوا الاسباني كارلوس ساينز الاب…

[marsinoff]

Max: Carlos, please keep an eye on Charles today. He's gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched. Carlos: Sure, I'd love to see Charles get punched. Max: Max: Try again. Carlos: Carlos: I will stop Charles from getting punched.

[ef-1]

wholesome radio rewind 🥰 | 2023

[blahblahbih]

I have been bewitched body and soul

@autoraving (TikTok) I love you

I didn’t know there was a way for me to be even more in love with them, im so utterly enthralled

How am I supposed to function now?

[oscurl]

If carcar were on Tumblr dot com they'd be each other's mutuals-in-law

[sainzinnorris]

when they're husband coded 🧡❤️

[your-ace-cousin-clover]

"Sahara Force India Formula One Team invited a few friends to help Nico Hülkenberg and Sergio Perez celebrate 100 #F1 GP entries...."

[c2-eh]

Carlos' hands. That's it, that's the post.

[fuckingbeautiful-1]

I made the mistake of following fan accounts on Twitter for drivers and all they post is about their girlfriends...why? Also f1 during the race... like what's the purpose? Idgaf about any of them let me enjoy racing and funny moments between drivers and teams 😭 Im blocking so many accounts I just want a good twitter account to enjoy 😫

[leclercskiesahead]

No idea what's being said but he looked good here

from DAZN

[desomniis]

to ask for your hand (I just pray that its mine) | Chapter 2 excerpt

WIP | 2/5 | 12,099 words | Accidental Marriage in Vegas AU | Fluff | Angst | Drama

‼️WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

As Carlos slid into the seat next to him, Charles shouted over the music, "You're cheating!" Eyes wide with feigned anger.

Carlos blinked in genuine surprise. “What?! How am I cheating?!” Always the honest Virgo, never been one to play dirty—at least, not that Charles was aware of.

“You already got your kiss today,” Charles said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

A smug grin spread across Carlos' face. "Well, I deserve more!" he declared, boldly capturing Charles' face between his hands and smashing their lips together.

“Oi! Stop this,” Pierre told them off, his tone askance. “I haven’t spin the bottle yet and you are kissing already? This is not fair eh?”

The crowd supported him. Charles, with a mix of reluctance and amusement, gently pushed Carlos back, rolling his eyes. “Alright, just spin it, Pierre.”

“Good, everybody wants to have their turn, eh? You don’t just skip,” Pierre said, pointing an accusatory bottle of tequila at him before setting it on the table

Before the bottle could stop spinning, Carlos suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him away from their table. They stumbled along the way, the world spinning around them. Carlos took him to a secluded corner of the floor, next to an empty small round table.

“Cahlos, what are you doing?”

“Say my name again,” Carlos demanded, placing his drink on the table, resting both his hands on Charles hips.

Charles chuckled. “What?”

“Again,” he pressed, his blown-out eyes meandering from Charles’ lips to his eyes. He was totally out of it.

"Caaah-looos," Charles drew out his name.

“I like how you say it,” he said, lips quirking up into a satisfied smirk.

Charles raised an eyebrow. “I always say it like that. Why are you telling me now?”

"Because now when I hear you call me, I remember this," he pointed at a reddish-purple mark just visible beneath the collar of his white shirt.

Charles snickered. He did do that. Although he expected Carlos to hide it more, not wanting anyone to see it. “Ah. It’s getting worse,” he said, leaning in for a closer look.

“And who’s fault? huh?” Carlos grinned, pushing Charles against the wall, caging him in.

Charles’ face, chest, neck, his whole body suddenly felt warm—no, hot. “What the hell, Carlos,” he said, a hand against Carlos' chest, their faces inches apart.

Carlos' eyes bore into him. "Kiss me,” he whispered, immediately softening his demand with a, “please.”

Should he? He’s drunk. Really drunk. It didn’t feel right. But those sinful lips and his expectant eyes, how could he resist those?

Putain.

It started with a gentle peck: one on the cheek, two on the lips. Then Carlos took it further, as he always did, softly tugging at the hair at the back of his head, his tongue effortlessly sliding into his mouth as if it belonged there. It made Charles' head spin, how easily Carlos opened him up. And as if that wasn't enough, Carlos yanked his hair, exposing his neck, running his tongue along the usual trail.

“Carlos," he moaned as Carlos' scorching tongue slithered from the bottom of his Adam's apple to the spot under his ear, savouring every inch of his skin and leaving him breathless. Carlos then tugged his head to the other side and planted delicate kisses along his neck, whispering sweet nothings.

On his collarbone, he muttered, "Charles, sei così bellissimo, you are so beautiful," he whispered.

On his neck, Carlos whispered, "Podría perderme en tus ojos para siempre, I could get lost in your eyes forever."

On his jaw, Carlos admitted, “I’m glad I kissed you,”

On his lips, Carlos confessed, "Your laugh makes my chest ache."

Charles pulled back, concerned. “What? Why?” he asked.

“Because it makes me too happy,” he explained with an idiotic smile.

Charles barked out a laugh. “You are very drunk Carlos. I don’t think you know what you are saying.”

“It’s true,” he said, going back to where he left off.

Fuck. Carlos felt good. Too good. If he doesn’t stop he was going to get—

Charles nudged him away. “We should go back,” he said.

“What’s wrong?” Carlos asked, eyes concerned.

“Nothing. I just want—they might be looking for us.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Carlos groaned. “I just want to be with you here.” He went in for another kiss but Charles flinched back as he felt his crotch touch his. Well, shit. Now he knew.

Read the whole chapter here. Ask me questions!

[carlos55inz]

the poem you make of me | lando norris/carlos sainz.

Carlos Sainz, a fashion designer, is facing the dilemma that something’s missing from his creations. Looking for a source of creative inspiration, enters Lando Norris, quickly rising to stardom model, and a certified hot mess, who takes the role as Carlos’ muse.

Slow Burn, Eventual smut, Mutual Pining, They Are Bad at Feelings And Dumb

[8xlewis]

I was bored and messed around with this graffiti style

[f1-stuff]

Fiorano ‘22 // Their selfie game >>>

[ellearts]

Comfort place🧡❤

[leclercian-montage]

So the Texas gp Ferrari hoodies were real right that’s not a dream I had