#anyway ferrari carlos you will always be sexy

[f1-stuff]

Carlos & Ferrari // 2021-24

"And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet..."

[racetowrite]

On a hurry

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Pairing : Carlos Sainz x f!reader

Tags : yeah that's right I have an addiction for Carlitos , afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you)

Word Count : 1.3k

Carlos loves to take you dancing. There’s nothing in this world quite like seeing the excitement in your eyes when he tells you to wear your best dress, that he’s taking you out of the town to dance the night away until your cheeks are red and your feet ache. There’s nothing quite like your laughter as he spins you around before dipping you to the floor, your nails digging into his back, even though you know he’d never drop you. His alters definitely aren’t ones for dancing, but Carlos would dance with you every night if he could.

He loves going dancing with you, truly, but the best part of the night is always the end. Pressing you against his chest, gripping your hips and grinding your pretty ass against him, tucking his face in the crook of your neck to suck tiny bruises into your skin. He loves feeling you shiver against his front while he whispers everything he wants to do to you in your ear. Telling you how sexy you are in your pretty dress, how he wants your heels to stay on while he fucks you when you both get home. You’re soaked in your panties, and Carlos knows it.

“Are you going to let me take you home, amor?” he whispers, as if he even has to ask. As if you both weren’t going back to sleep in the same bed anyway. As if you’d ever refuse him.

You moan softly and nod, and you feel Carlos’s smug smile against your sweaty skin, before he’s wrapping a strong arm around your waist and leading you to the door. He opens the door to his Ferrari for you, helping you into the passenger seat. Ever the gentleman.

Your apartment, one you had received as a gift from Carlos, sits just a little outside the city of Madrid. Quieter, neighbors less nosy, less street vendors lingering outside the door. You love your home, except on nights like these, where you just need one of your boyfriend inside you as soon as possible. You settle in for the thirty minute drive, trying not to think about the aching between your thighs, but Carlos is ravenous. He settles a calloused hand against your thigh, running it just under your dress. You spread your thighs slowly, trying to be subtle. But Carlos notices. He always does.

“You want me to touch you, princesa?” Carlos says, chucking slightly, the smug bastard that he is.

“You know I do,” you whine, half annoyed and half absolutely desperate. Carlos reaches just a little farther lower, running a finger over the thin material of your panties, feeling how you’ve soaked through the lace. Your hips buck when he presses a harsh finger to your clit, a choked gasp escaping your throat.

“Dios, baby,” Carlos grunts, the hand he has on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles are white. “That needy, huh?”

“Always,” you sigh, “Always for you.” You watch Carlos’s jaw clench, and nearly cry when he takes his hand away from your clothed pussy.

“Take your panties off and spread your legs,” he grunts, leaving no room for argument. You lift your hips off the leather seat to drag your panties off your legs, toeing your heels off to take them all of the way off. You glance at Carlos, his eyes still trained on the road ahead, and, perhaps against your better judgment, drape your panties across his lap.

“Amor,” Carlos mutters through clenched teeth. “Mierda, I will pull this car over, I swear to God.”

“What’s stopping you, baby?” you ask sweetly, taunting him, goading him.

“Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you pass out, and I’m not carrying your fucked-out body up the stairs to our apartment.” He speaks like he’s threatening you, as if your cunt isn’t clenching around the suddenly unbearable emptiness inside you.

He slides his hand back over your thigh, calloused fingers finally connecting with your hot pussy. He slides a quick finger inside of you, crooking it hard until you’re gasping out a choked little moan. The palm of his hand grinds against your sensitive clit, and your hand flies up to grab at his wrist.

“Carlos, fuck, oh Jesus,” you stutter over your words, unable to from a sentence at the sudden intrusion. Carlos ignores you, sliding a second finger deep into you, right alongside the first. His fingers are thick, far thicker than yours, stretching you out. You can feel the sticky juices of your cunt dripping down, down onto the once-pristine leather of the seat. Your thighs are trembling, bucking into Carlos’s hand. You gaze up at your boyfriend through glassy eyes, greeted with the sight of his strong jaw illuminated by the streetlights through the window.

His eyes are trained unwaveringly on the road, and he looks almost unaffected by what he’s doing to you. Almost. But you notice the clench in his jaw, and with a quick once-over of his body, drawn tight with tension, the thick bulge in his slacks.

You reach a hand over to palm at him, but his gruff voice stops you. “If you fucking touch me right now, princesa, you won’t cum for a fucking week.” Your hand snaps away immediately.

“Good girl, hermosa,” he mutters. You want to scream as he plays with the spongy spot inside your pussy. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to stretch you out on my fingers, and get you ready for my cock. You’re going to fucking take it, alright? You’re going to cum all over my fingers, and then, when you’re done, I’ll take you inside and fuck this pretty pussy. Am I clear?”

You nod, but Carlos isn’t looking. You murmur out a soft, “yes,” and Carlos grins. You barely have a moment to think before he’s jamming a third finger inside you and begins to hammer them into your pussy, harsh and unrelenting. He fucks you deep on his fingers, his palm continuing to press into your clit. Your thighs are shaking, hips twitching like you can’t decide if you’re trying to get away or get closer to Carlos’s unrelenting thrusts.

You’re whining needily, and Carlos’s gruff voice fills the car, unable to hold his words back when he’s got you at his mercy like this. 

“You’re so pretty, amor. Can’t wait to get you on my cock when we get home. You’re gonna be all stretched out, bebita, this sweet pussy is just gonna let me sink right in, yeah?”

“I want you to cum all over my fingers. Wanna feel this pretty pussy clench just like you’re going to clench around my cock later.”

Carlos jams his fingers into you again, and it doesn’t take long at all before you’re throwing your head back against the headrest, gasping out a high-pitched moan, nearly inaudible.

“That’s it, princesa. So fucking pretty when you cum,” Carlos murmurs, tearing his eyes from the road to look at you as you writhe in your seat, your pretty tits pushed out as your back arches. He stops thrusting his fingers, waiting for you to finish clenching around them.

As your body finally settles, he slips his hand from between your thighs, bringing his sticky fingers to his face. You watch, mouth agape, as Carlos licks his fingers clean of your slick, his eyes back to being trained on the road.

“You always taste so sweet for me, hermosa. This is better than any race win” he murmurs, and you whine all over again, your shaky thighs snapping shut.

“What?” he asks, chuckling darkly, “too much already? C’mon, mi vida, you know that the night is far from over.” 

Your eyes widen as the car slows to a stop, right outside your apartment building. Fuck.

[c2-eh]

I HAD MY MORNING THOUGHT AND IT WAS SO RANDOM (i dont want to suffer alone so you need to hear it too😅)

so what if- carlos doing the 'i made you look ' tiktok trend (persuaded by his sister, ofc) and when the lyrics goes 'but i'm hotter when my morning hair is a mess' he ruffled his soft messy hair back and carlos grining teasingly into camera--and we have Charles just choked watching the whole video🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

this took forever and I could have just answered, but I wanted to write this little something for you, so i hope you enjoy aksksks. Idk what is it with me writing silly fics, but anywaaaay.

After the whole day of being busy — training with Andrea to not get out of shape, grocery shopping, doing sim race, playing piano and million other things — Charles finally had time to scroll through everything he missed in the day.

So far, nothing much.

He was sitting on his couch in compromised position, his chin touching his chest. He was aware his neck is most likely gonna hurt tomorrow, but that's fine. It won't last, after all the training he endures.

His thumb was moving up and down in the same motion, as he was mindlessly diving deeper into his tiktok, not really paying attention to anything that showed up.

Until he saw Carlos' face show up on his screen.

Meghan Trainor's song filled the silent living room of Charles' flat, making him more alert. He moved upwards to sit straighter and focus on his phone, his eyes not leaving his phone screen.

The video started with Carlos wearing the plain grey t-shirt, as he mouthed the lyrics of the song.

I could have my Gucci on (Gucci on)

Charles watched Carlos move his very hairy arm over the screen, creating a transition to him wearing a button up with a blazer on top. Charles' brain stopped functioning for a minute, his eyes trying to see things outside the frame, which is quite impossible. He was visible only from his chest up, but it did not take anything away from his beauty.

I could wear my Louis Vuitton

Charles wasn't done inspecting Carlos in his suit on the screen, when he saw the flash of his hand moving up and down and suddenly, he was wearing his race suit. Charles isn't sure if race suit is worth a Louis Vuitton status, but if anyone would call it that, it's Carlos.

No matter how many times Charles has seen Carlos in his Ferrari race suit, it still made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. There is something about him in red, that makes him so sexy, that Charles is unable to look away.

But even with nothin' on

Bet I made you look (I made you look)

Well and with this, he indeed made everyone look. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), his whole body wasn't visible, only his shoulders and the top of his chest, but it was clear Carlos was shirtless. "Well, obviously," Charles scoffed internally at himself.

Carlos' tanned skin looked delicious and Charles wanted to run his hands over his shaved sculpted chest.

Yeah, I look good in my Versace dress (take it off)

Charles has never seen this trend on his for you page, but he was hooked. It was probably only because of Carlos, not the idea of it, but anyway. In this frame, Carlos had a dark blue sweater on with white shirt underneath. He looked stunning. He was still mouthing the lyrics, although with a little difficulty. All Charles could focus on was his plump bottom lip he wanted to bite so bad.

But I'm hotter when my morning hair's a mess

Plain white t-shirt was what Carlos had on. Charles could see him ruffle his hair to the words of the song and his brain malfunctioned in that exact second. His beautiful dark brown locks tousled in every direction and his veiny hand buried in them did it for Charles.

He was aware of his attraction for his teammate, but he was always collected, when it came to his little — or maybe not so little actually — crush. Although, he sometimes let the heart eyes or unnecessary touches slip, he was good. He was proud of himself for controlling himself and not blurting his every thought at Carlos.

But now? Charles was doomed.

Thank god he was alone, because if someone was with him right now, they for sure would get concerned for his well-being, hearing the same part of the song playing over and over again, while he was staring at the blank point on ceiling.

Charles shook his head and grabbed his phone back into his hands. He looked at the caption, something about Carlos' sister initiating it and so on. Upon opening the comment section, Charles was met with multiple comments from fan accounts and people literally thirsting over Carlos.

The Spaniard knows what he's doing.

With shaky fingers hovering over the screen, he typed a comment, his brain not really processing what he was doing.

Mate, we should have done this together. Could be more fun 😘

Just as he taps on the little red circle with white arrow, he regrets it. Charles' fingers freeze, hovering over the screen, his black and white profile picture staring mockingly at him.

The emoji is inappropriate. But Charles is known for putting weird emojis in his captions, right? No harm done.

No wait, he should delete it, PR won't be happy. And the tone is suggestive.

He must have been lost in his mind for couple moments, because as he looks back — the stupid song still playing — he sees multiple likes and replies under his comment.

Fuck.

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Me after looking at carlos' shoes - he still keeps the mclaren part closer to him and he misses lando ahhhh and can someone write a carlando wedding fic where they're exchanging vows and they're remembering how it parallels alot with their helmet swapping

..because I just couldn’t resist by this one 😉 read the story below or on AO3

Also, can someone please tell me/prove me that the shoes he has worn by Ferrari yesterday are McLaren teamwear and not just some random shoes? I need to know for sure to rub it under my boyfriend’s nose 😉 thanks!

Muppets getting married

While Carlos stood there and waited, he had to think back about their long journey, about the story of their lives, about the way that had finally brought them to here. Here into this little church somewhere in Spain next to a coast of the endless ocean.

This time it wasn’t him, who had been a little late, but still he didn’t get nervous, while he waited for his fiancé, his future husband, to finally appear. With a smile and a chuckle Carlos imagined the younger one running through the room he got ready inside all desperately and hysterical, because his curls once again didn’t want the way he wanted.

Or maybe he was late, because he had to share these last moments of his freedom, like he used to call it to tease his becoming husband a little with it, with his Twitch fandom. Carlos rolled his eyes, just imagine his boyfriend being live, while his mother tried to pluck his suit into the right way and everyone around him being all nervous and stressed, because they were already late anyway and he was still streaming.

And then suddenly the doors opened and through the bright light coming from the beautiful summer afternoon outside the cool walls of the church stepped the young man of his dreams, who did owe his heart since already such a long time.

With his usual cheeky smile over both of his ears, his wild curls in the same cute mess like always, with those sexy suspenders, like Carlos had to admit, he was wearing and with one hand in his pocked Lando was walking down the way to the altar all cool and casual, even when at the same time his boyfriend exactly knew how excited he must be. Because the Spaniard was the same mess since hours as well.

But the second the younger one was finally right next to his side, where he did belong, all the tension and nervousness was gone. Instead they both began to shine because of pure happiness and anticipation.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find my bow.” Lando apologized instantly about his delay, but like always Carlos just couldn’t be mad at him, at least not for too long. It was okay, because in the end he finally still stood here next to him and usual it was the Spaniard himself, who was always late, so it was alright. He would actually wait for Lando forever.

When Carlos reached over then to bring his boyfriend’s black bow, which made him look even cuter than usual, into the right way, Lando looked up at him through his lashes in affection and admiration. Carlos eyes filled with tears instantly, when he looked down in awe at his soon husband.

“You look amazing, carino.” The Spaniard complemented him and even when the two of them were already together since such a long time, Lando still hadn’t got used to his sweet and at the same time also honest compliments, so his cheeks blushed lightly into that cute pink colour.

“You look pretty handsome as well.” Lando gave that compliment back to him with a wink, while he checked his fiancé out. “No, no. No tears, Carlos. You have promised me. At least not now. You know, I also have to join you when you cry. So please hold it back, at least for some longer.”

The younger one tried to prevent the older one to share the first tears already now. Carlos tried his best, swallowed down the knot in his throat and blinked a few times to finally see the sweet, young man in front of him all clear again.

Both breathed deep inside for one more time, not stopping their connection, while they looked right into each other’s souls. “Ready?” Carlos finally whispered and his heart jumped all overjoyed inside his chest, when Lando nodded wildly agreeing his head and answered determined “Ready.”

With the brightest smile he ever had, the Spaniard leaned down to kiss the younger one’s cheek for one last time being only boyfriends, engaged. The next time they will kiss, they will be finally married. “I have thought we aren’t allowed to kiss anymore.” Lando protested half-hearted, because they both knew how much he actually loved Carlos’ attention and affection, especially when he was lightly nervous.

The older one only shrugged his shoulders in unknown, before he whispered down to him “I don’t care if we are allowed to or not. I’m just the happiest man on this world at the moment.” Now also Lando had tears swimming in his eyes, because Carlos knew that he was feeling the exact same way.

When it was finally time for their vows, the older one had to admit, that he got a little nervous again. But once again that panic was gone, when he turned over to his soon husband, their eyes connected and it was only the two of them anymore. All those guests around them were kind of forgotten. Only Lando did matter anymore, when he began to speak

“Lando. My little muppet.” He spoke all softly and gently, but still a giggle escaped the younger one’s lips and also from all those people around them. “I still remember the first day I have seen you. You were so incredible shy and nervous. I still tell myself it was because of me and not about McLaren or about you becoming a Formula One driver. But since the very first second, you have wrapped me around your little finger so easily with your cheeky, cute way. Since that moment my life wasn’t the same anymore and if I’m serious, I don’t remember anymore how it has been without you. You are my everything, you exactly know that. You made me to a better version of myself, you made my life brighter with you just being you, you light up every single day of my life and I can’t thank you enough for it. And I know things weren’t always easy for us, especially when we turned into a long-distance relationship, but in the end it only brought us even closer and finally to here, right where we are standing at the moment. I promise, I will keep on taking care of you as best as I can and I also promise to make sure you won’t burn down the house while you try to cook once again, for the rest of my life. I try to be there for you whenever you need me. I will love you until the very end, mi amor. You will always stay the centre of my life, no matter what will happen. Soy lago.”

By those last two words, Lando had to chuckle once again, even when those tears waving in his eyes were very shortly before falling over the edge from his very touching speech. Everyone inside this little church knew what those two, simple and actual not-having-any-sense words did mean for the two of them. It was their way to say I love you.

From the corner of his eyes, Carlos could see some of their families and friends wiping the corner of their eyes as well. But not only the guests were pretty emotional, also Lando seemed to be on the edge of breaking down into tears, so the Spaniard quickly reached for his hand to squeeze it softly and remember him so about that he also had to keep his promise. Because if he will start to cry, Carlos will follow him instantly and they would both end up being a total mess then.

Lando bit down onto his lip, while at the same time he beamed up at his fiancé and tried to smile back at him. The older one then pictured his boyfriend sitting with crossed legs on the floor of his gaming room with a notepad and a pen in his hand, thinking about what he wanted to say in his vow. Just like back then, on their last day being team mates, when they swiped helmets and he sat there on the floor like the little, cute boy he was and thought all hard about what to write on his friend’s visor.

By that thought Carlos’ smirk only grew even bigger, because he didn’t know what he had ever done to deserve this lively, sweet man in front of him. After Lando had cleared his throat, had breathed deeply in, exhaled long and had taken Carlos’ hand even tighter into his, his eyes met his again and their connection didn’t stop for one second, while the younger one told him his heart.

“Carlos aka my Spanish muppet.” Once again everyone chuckled, including the mentioned Spaniard. “I knew you would mention our first day, because yes, I was scared and nervous like hell and if I’m serious you didn’t make it any easier for me that day, even when you were so nice to me like we weren’t two complete strangers to each other, but I will also remember this day forever. Because it has also changed my life completely from that moment on and if you would have told me back then, that we will both end up here right where we are, I wouldn’t have believed you. I still really can’t thank you enough for everything you have ever done for me. No matter if it’s in Formula One or helping me to develop and become the man I am today. I’m sure I wouldn’t have made it without you and your always present support and your none existing exhaustion to motivate me and cheer me up. I enjoyed just every moment we have shared together, every fun we ever had, also our little arguments from time to time, because I exactly know you can never be mad at me for too long and yes, maybe I also take advantage of it sometimes. But it’s still the best feeling ever to know that no matter what will happen, in the end of the day you still hold me in your arms all tightly and I know nothing will ever happen to me as long as I’m with you. And if I’m serious, I really can’t wait to find out what the future brings for us. And I also don’t want to promise too much, but I will try, I will really try my best to become at least a as half as good husband as you already are. I also promise to finally take some cooking lessons from you, to play a little less on my PC every day and I also promise to finally learn at least some words in Spanish. And one day I will also finally beat you in golf, you will see. Soy lago.”

This time it was Carlos, who giggled with tears in his eyes, because he knew those words came right from his boyfriend’s heart and like always he had made it to make him all blissfully happy. Soft laughers, but also sobs were audible coming from their guests as well, while the couple still only had eyes for each other.

When it was finally time for them to exchange rings, it once again felt like back then, when they were swapping helmets on their last day being together at McLaren. But this right here wasn’t their last day together, it actually almost felt like it was just the very first day. The beginning of something new, of something even better 🤍

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2022: Round 8 - Azerbaijan

alternatively titled: F1 Liveblog - Well Done Baku edition

Very much no memories head empty on this one, truly going into it blind. oh boy.

I really hope Seb did well bc idk if I can handle watching this for 2 hours for nothing 😭

at least he looks very pretty in the intro

I was very briefly on the F1 tv comms and Ben Edwards my beloved I had no idea he worked for F1 now. 

Alas I still switched to international. For Ted crumbs ✊

SEB IN THE TOP 10

oh christ he started next to Fernando

2012 called they want their quali results back

Ah. Charles on pole. So he’s not winning then?

(I know I’ve seen this film before, and we all know the ending)

[Start/Lap 1]: Aaaaaaand Perez takes the lead at the start

all clean into turn one though??? Well done Baku

...so far all clean on the first lap??? You mean everyone had their braincells???

ayyyyyy Seb up into P8.

[Lap 2]: Perez with over a second gap already. oof.

also. a completely clean first lap. I am astounded.

oh nvm Nicky got a stop go penalty for a starting grid infringement. ouch.

[Lap 3]: ahhhh Seb’s behind Lewis

besties that race together thrive together

even though Seb’s 1.4 back bc AMR22 gonna tractor

[Lap 4]: “Red Bull is quick” yeah no shit Carlos

[Lap 6]: Charles probably has jaws music playing in his head rn. I feel it’s inevitable that Verstappen’s going to pass him.

[Lap 8]: There has been zero Ted crumbs. Was he not at Baku???

These are the things I think about bc not much has really happened.

[Lap 9]: and as I say that Sainz has stopped at the turn 4 run off

ouch mechanical failure

VSC!

[Lap 10]: Two seconds of Seb before cutting to Leclerc in the pits.

Can I at least get a Bono or Antti sighting to make up for it?

oh Seb jumped Lewis at the stop!!

The Ferrari mechanics kicking the tyre after the slow stop is a mood.

and VSC gone

[Lap 12]: Seb onboard!! chasing Ocon for P9

Lewis following behind munching on some popcorn

Seb was second fastest in the speedtrap in quali?? that’s my boy!!!

[Lap 13]: And he was in P9 for two seconds before binning it into the run off 😭

the spin he did to rejoin was sexy though

Livery watch!! Italian flag Alfa Romeo v stunning

[Lap 15]: oh. Red Bull on Red Bull violence-ish

“No fighting” 

....if I speak

[Lap 16]: ANYWAY back to Esteban v Lewis

[Lap 17]: Ouch Perez with a 5.7 stop. Just to rub salt in the wound.

[Lap 18]: ooooh nice pass from Lewis on Ocon for P9

[Lap 19]: and Leclerc into the lead. How long will this last? 😬

[Lap 20]: ayyyy Seb sighting!!

also Baku alert the McLaren’s are thinking about fighting

aaaaaand Ferrari engine go poof. Again.

Clowneria Ferrari strikes again

[Lap 21]: Dan and Pierre are fighting

Cut to Mattia looking dead inside. Sums up Ferrari’s 2022 tbh.

[Lap 22]: And Gasly passes Dan like it was nothing 😶

“The big battle now is in the midfield” The battles is almost always in the midfield that’s where is spice is in races

oof the Alpha Tauri’s are racy rn, Yuki just got past Ocon.

[Lap 23]: AND SEB BACK INTO P9 LET’S GO

Esteban v Seb v Guanyu for P8 👀

pls don’t mess it up again Seb

aw no Zhou has some kind of mechanical problem 😔

[Lap 24]: Esteban v Seb 2 electric boogaloo

Livery Watch (you know the drill): AM preeeeeeetty

[Lap 25]: AND HE GETS P8 THAT’S MY BOYYYYYYY!!!!!

that was a v pretty pass. We love to see it.

(Unrelated, I miss Ted)

[Lap 26]: And Lewis also gets past Dan like it’s nothing for P5

“We know that Alpine was slippier than an eel on steroids in the straight line” Crofty?????

I mean tbf he was overtaking a Haas

[Lap 27]: And Alonso gets past Esteban

I do not know if I can take a Seb v Fernando battle at half past 10 on a Tuesday evening

Shoutout to the midfield for once again carrying the entertainment levels of a race

[Lap 29]: Yikes, I have never heard Lewis sound in pain over radio before. The whole porpoising stuff was a mess

You can actually hear the car skidding over the sound of the engine. BIG yikes.

[Lap 32]: Pretty sure Esteban is going for Perez’s Minister of Defence title, he’s like a mobile blue and pink brick wall.

[Lap 33]: And a very slow Haas. And another Ferrari engine going poof.

Ferrari PUs clearly not Baku fans.

and another VSC

[Lap 34]: ...McLaren are going to pit Dan right? He still needs to stop

oh phew they did.

Seb up into P7 😏

Though he is once again behind Lewis.

[Lap 35]: And we’re green!

and a Seb sighting!!!

[Lap 36]: Lewis did indeed have a tyre advantage he got past Yuki like cutting through butter

15 laps left, and this race has felt both long and short at the same time.

[Lap 37]: Somewhat distressed Toto sighting

oh shit Yuki’s DRS is split down the middle, that’s not fun.

Yup, black and orange flag, that’s such rotten luck. Although I have never seen DRS break like that ever

[Lap 39]: I love it when they just slap duct tape on things. Peak motorsport.

[Lap 40]: And Seb up into P6, once again behind Lewis, they clearly had some magnetic pull going on in Baku.

[Lap 41]: And suddenly Verstappen can’t use DRS??? 

Red Bull branded teams not being besties with DRS it seems

[Lap 43]: Lewis really catching Gasly 👀

[Lap 44]: And he gets the move done into turn 4. noice.

Ouch. Cut to Ferrari starting to pack up the garage and pitwall. Cue distant Italian sobbing.

[Lap 46]: Anyway Seb’s still holding in P6!!!!! We really do love to fucking see it!!!!!

[Lap 47]: Lewis’ seat has gone cold???? W13 gonna W13 I guess.

and Lance mechanical DNF

Also trying not to think about Verstappen breaking Seb’s Red Bull podium record.

[Lap 49]: Shoutout to Gasly dragging the Alpha Tauri into P5. We love the midfield continuing to smash it.

oop the McLaren’s are thinking about fighting

[Lap 51/Finish]: Aaaand Red Bull 1-2.

Granted the Ferrari’s both DNFing helped Merc, but shoutout to George and Lewis dragging the W13 into third and fourth. I could never.

SEB IN P6 YABADABADEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Well... honestly idk how I felt about that race. Stuff happened, and there were some medium spice battles but it felt more of a race by strategy than anything else, with the mechanical failure induced VSCs. Though Seb did get his season-best result so we’ll always stan that.

6 and a half front wings out of 10.

Next Race: Canada

[mish-tique]

Hii it's me, 🥺🌹

SOoo I'll be live-asking again because it was so fun and seeing you reply to each one was so heartwarming

I just love author-reader interactions because one of them wrote a thing then the other read it and they get to fan about it and the whole dynamic is just ❤️ lovely

But I won't be spamming this time haha, i think it may be easier for both of us??

Anyways, before I breakdown in your askbox once again, thank you for your works (not just the grindr fic), youre so talented!!, and congrats on finishing this one!

"Charles is giddy, smiling to himself like a teenage boy texting his first crush" - same same, here i am having breakfast just smiling to my laptop

Max is setting the mood - im just nodding along and they really went from sexting on grindr to whatsapp and im so proud of them

"Whatever makes you sleep at night // A thorough fucking would do the job // But alas // You're not here" - this series of texts just had me cackling, he needs a fuck so bad

Yes, holy shit, you really can't just say that - i'm taking a pause and finishing my breakfast, damn shoulve known that i'd be dying reading this

yeah im back

"I was a bottom virgin not a maiden whose maidenhood had to be taken to consummate a marriage" hahhhahah, i would take those soft kisses, i'm just not built like charles

"It’s unfair how much power you have over me" - what's unfair is the shit ferrari is pulling every race weekend, i'm sorry charles, i'm sorry carlos, i'm sorry ms f1-75, i'm sorry max, you all deserved better races and better rivalries

called it, they'll be calling

had to finish the smut first, i was so , i need a moment, fuck

okay, french talk, the begging, this line -> "Max’s moans are like his own personal anthem, even better than the Monegasque anthem that surrounds him whenever he’s on top of the podium"

i I'm losing my mind and i don't know what else to say, the way you wrote it, "Max always feels exactly right, and Charles wants to memorize this feeling."

"In more ways than one, Charles hopes he will never have to untangle himself from Max. He likes this hold he’s in, likes the hold he has on Max. He likes Max. Way more than he can express" - this is just perfect to end that scene

the pillow talk is just perfectly them

AHHHH CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S DONE

hii, ugh honestly so good and sexy and soft and lovely

deserves all the kudos missed because of ao3's one kudos policy

gonna give you more flowers

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ahhh thank you so much for sharing this with us

cant wait for kinktober, and your next projects. i just know that they'll be so good because youre writing them

massive CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU AND THIS FIC

goodluck with life, i hope you have a good day

with that, I bid you adieu - 🥺🌹

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 7 altho by now I assume everyone that looks on this blog has also read the grindr fic. if not, what are you waiting for? (/fondly)

Honestly sweetheart, you could've spammed or not, I would've been happy regardless! If you did do them seperately it might've been a little easier for me to hide them behind a spoiler but hey, it works like this lmao.

And aaah, thank you so much! I hope you will like the future works too <33

YOU READ THE FIC ON YOUR LAPTOP??? heathen. (/fond) I expected better from you sweetheart.

Honestly. Sexting in whatsapp is so weird when it has always been contained to another app. Do Not Recommend tbh.

Charles is just a needy boy. He can't help it.

And he's truly one of a kind. Also very horny. They both are.

"what's unfair is the shit ferrari is pulling every race weekend, i'm sorry charles, i'm sorry carlos, i'm sorry ms f1-75, i'm sorry max, you all deserved better races and better rivalries" -> Rose, I'm absolutely deceased. You are so right.

I too cannot believe it's done.

Thank you so much for your continues support and dropping by, you truly made my day and it's giving me so much motivation to keep writing. So this author casually opens her kinktober doc and starts all over again.

If I managed to write 30k in like, what, 2.5 week, I should manage to do more than that when I have more than a month, right?

Hope to see you in the future again <3