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Linea 57 Mercedes - Palermo. Horarios y Recorrido del colectivo mas largo del conurbano.
#amba#conurbano#buenos aires#linea 57#bondis#colectivos#camino del buen ayre#tomas jofre#carlos keen#jauregui#flandria#la serenisima#línea 57#linea 410#salame quintero#tribunales mercedes
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#carbono ship rambling ahead but...................................#really into the dynamic of omg the new fallen angel coworker at Hell is so cute and has no idea how really doomed we are#like...!!!!#(not saying Williams is Hell but the underdog team scraping in the mid field vs the high gloss ferrari life!! an adjustment!!)#so many options and tendrils for my rpf tinkering in the mind palace garage#both burned by rbr new coworker awkwardness to battle worn and weary together#Alex consoling Carlos after a number of consecutive finishes just outside the points and finding warmth in dreary weather ahhhhh#them cooking together!!! 😭🩵🩵 a Ghost-esque pottery scene around a golf swing!!#or bonding over pets or Carlos taking Alex on late night drives in a bittersweet ferrari#much to think about much to consider#and as a new(ish) fan still more for me to learn!!! Williams has much idk about yet#yayyy#anyways!!! I love hearing about more! excited to dive in#and don't get me started on then throwing in James ahhh the carvowles content has been dizzingly good too 😵💫🩵#our boss in Hell is really awkward but it somehow comes out immensely charming and there's a depth of sharp keen desire & ruthless knowledge#hmmm something something#fun to indulge in diabolical rpf imaginings while I gotta run to yet another work event!!! ahhh#potato gifs I should tag properly#carlos sainz#alex albon#carbono#autumn posts#brb y'all!! hope its a good day there!! or night or morning!! 🏙️🌃🌆
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꒰ :: Hello! 🍂
↪My name is Venus but you can call me Vee if you'd like!
↪I use she/they pronouns!
↪ I'm currently going to school to be a journalist! Leaning towards being a sports journalist ofc lol
↪Requests are :: Open!
↪Request page is here and masterlist is below the cut! Have fun!
Cobra Kai
Miguel Diaz
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Eli Moskowitz
favorite boy in the valley pt.2 :: eli is feeling a bit insecure so you have to remind him that you love him and only him.
Robby Keene
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Tory Nichols
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Samantha LaRusso
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Anthony LaRusso
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Daniel LaRusso
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Johnny Lawrence
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Kenny Payne
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Kwon Jae-Sung
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Axel Kovačević
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Formula One
Max Verstappen
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Sergio Perez
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Lewis Hamilton
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
George Russell
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Charles Leclerc
jealousy, jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
code red pt.1 : you're ferrari's second driver for the 2025 season and a certain couple takes a special liking to you upon your announcement.
Carlos Sainz
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Lando Norris
mind games. pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 :: lando is obviously messing with your mind but that's hard to prove when everything he does makes you look crazy.
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Oscar Piastri
proofread possession pt.1 :: oscar has been in the shadows for years, following your every step up until F1 and now he's finally got you to notice him.
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Fernando Alonso
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Lance Stroll
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Esteban Ocon
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Pierre Gasly
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Yuki Tsunoda
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Daniel Ricciardo
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Alex Albon
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Logan Sargeant
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Kimi Antonelli
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Ollie Bearman
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Jack Doohan
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Liam Lawson
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Isack Hadjar
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Franco Colapinto
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
Gabriel Bortoletto
jealousy jealousy :: when another man gets too close he can't help but show him that you're his.
OBX
John B.
pretty please? :: obx boys doing small acts of service for you
Pope Heyward
pretty please? :: obx boys doing small acts of service for you
JJ Maybanks
pretty please? :: obx boys doing small acts of service for you
drunk words are just sober thoughts :: while completely wasted JJ spews his feelings for you.
Kiara Carrera
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Sarah Cameron
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Rafe Cameron
pretty please? :: obx boys doing small acts of service for you
Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
sweet Dreams :: percy can't sleep, good thing he has you!
scoreboard of embarrassment :: as percy fights for your attention he loses against embarrassment a few times before he wins.
Annabeth Chase
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Grover Underwood
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Luke Castellan
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Thalia Grace
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Nico di Angelo
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Clarisse La Rue
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The Hunger Games + TBOSAS
Katniss Everdeen
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Peeta Mellark
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Finnick Odair
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Cato Hadley
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Coriolanus Snow
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Sejnus Plinth
hypnotic pt.2 :: like he's under a trance sejanus is instantly drawn to the cute violin player at the performing.
fence girl :: sejanus is terrible at his job but at least he's a good person
Lucy-Grey Baird
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The Outsiders
Ponyboy Curtis
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Darry Curtis
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Sodapop Curtis
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Johnny Cade
groovy :: johnny meets one of Dally's friends who's about a little different
Dally Winston
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More shows/movies will be added to the master list once I write for them lol!
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Williams FW47 Launch Event so. unhinged. Got Carbon answering questions about whether the other one sleeps in pjs or 'in the buff' in a segment called 'Mr & Mr'.
Got James V on a segment called James Vowles' Big Throbbing Brain.
#FW47 Launch#james vowles#alex albon#carlos sainz#fan overservice#like#treat me mean keep me keen i am not ready for the 1000+ hamburgers you've thwumped on the table
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all the driver's saying red flag for instant replies please immediately purchase Harvard Business Review's 10 Must Reads on Emotional Intelligence
#formula 1#lando norris#carlos sainz#lance stroll#george russell#honestly all of them make sense EXCEPT george#my walking redflag crew#lando actually said “too keen” stfu playboy
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Karun Chandhok talking about Sainz and that he should go to Mercedes: “I'd be on the phone to Toto every single day, sending him every possible metric and spreadsheet of why he is equal to Leclerc.”
Matt Gallagher saying that Carlos Sainz is comparable to Charles Leclerc and he was the one who has delivered all of Ferrari's best moments in 2023 (win in Singapore, pole in Monza).
What the hell are these guys smoking???
#seriously#clearly being objective is out the window for f1 commentators#karun has made it no secret he is not keen on charles#and loves carlos#but matt?#et tu bute?#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#karun chandhok#matt gallagher#2024 f1 season start
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Obsessed - MV1
masterlist - request
pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader
summary: when the tough, harsh, four-time world champion is in love
w/c & a/n: smau | im thirsty for max smaus
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liked by yourusername, danielricciardo, carlossainz55, lando, and 4,682,561 others maxverstappen1 how is she real (she's prettier than every sunset)
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user1 I actually cantttt 🥹 the way the only thing max posts besides f1 stuff is her
user2 the way he's not even IN the pictures
user3 we literally get appreciation posts of her like every other day
user4 max give me your game card
maxverstappen1 no.
lando why is she with you
maxverstappen1 I ask myself that every day tbh
yourusername lando well... 😏 ♥︎ by author
lando yourusername I take back my question. you are disgusting
danielricciardo mate you might as well change your username to her name atp, it's just pictures of her ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 my favorite job is being her personal photographer 😄
redbullracing maxverstappen1 ..... 🤨
yourusername redbullracing stole your driver 😛 ♥︎ by author
user5 why is no one talking about she looks like a real life angel ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 trust me I know
carlossainz55 who knew you were such a sap with captions like that
maxverstappen1 what can I say 🤷🏼♂️ she gets it out of me
user6 max is so obsessed with her I need my bf to be like him fr 😩
pierregasly you need to stop with these posts man you're making me look bad
yourusername #justiceforkika
maxverstappen1 pierregasly never
kikagomes yourusername I love you babe marry me
maxverstappen1 kikagomes I think the fuck not 🙂
user7 maxverstappen1 tsk tsk max more community service hours for you
yourusername kikagomes babe ignore max I'm already planning our elope 🤭
danielricciardo yourusername 👀
maxverstappen1 danielricciardo i will kill you.
yourusername danielricciardo maxverstappen1 what are you two hiding 😑
danielricciardo yourusername 🤐
lando maxverstappen1 HEYYY TELL ME TOO
maxverstappen1 lando no you're a blabber mouth
lando maxverstappen1 I'm telling my mum 😾
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liked by yourusername, lando, charles_leclerc, redbullracing, and 5,429,630 others maxverstappen1 the ducks are us
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yourusername MAXXX OMG YOU ARE SO CUTE I MIGHT CRY 🥹 I LOVE YOU ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 ik hou meer van jou, mijn mooie meisje 🫶
user8 guys this isn't funny anymore when will I find a guy who takes pretty pictures of me and says that we are two adorable ducks
user9 real
user10 they are sooooo grumpy sunshine but with him having the softest soft spot for her
lando okay thats enough you guys are making me feel lonely
yourusername go kiss carlos or something ♥︎ by author
user10 yourusername clocked him
redbullracing our favorites 💙 ♥︎ by author
oscarpiastri aesthetic max 🔓 ♥︎ by author
alex_albon lily would like me to ask if you are ever up for... a... double... date
yourusername YES YES YES YES YES YES
maxverstappen1 well since my lady is so keen on the idea, sure
user11 "my lady" SCREAMINGGG AWWW
danielricciardo I love you guys ♥︎ by author
yourusername we love you too Danny 🥰
charles_leclerc what... what does this mean for us 🥺
maxverstappen1 don't you have a girlfriend? go cry to her
user12 maxverstappen1 CLOCKED HIM
user13 forget max I need HER
maxverstappen1 blocked 😍
user14 who cares about him ma'am please give me one chance
maxverstappen1 and are you a four time world champion?
user15 maxverstappen1 CLOCKED HIMMMMMMM
yourusername damn it I knew we should have kept the ducks ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 liefde how would we take care of them while traveling
yourusername maxverstappen1 you underestimate me.. I can be a very good mother duck 😇 ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 yourusername I'm sure you could be, maybe next time 😁
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liked by yourusername, victoriaverstappen, danielricciardo, and 9,246,348 others maxverstappen1 soon to be mrs verstappen 💙
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victoriaverstappen AHHHHHH SCREAMING RIGHT NOW CONGRATULATIONS GUYS OMG ♥︎ by author
yourusername THANK YOU VIC I LOVE YOU SMMMM
danielricciardo AYYYYY FINALLY CONGRATS GUYS I HELPED HIM MAKE THE RING ♥︎ by author
yourusername I can't believe you were able to hide this from me for so long
danielricciardo yourusername well your boyfriend, or now fiancé, threatened me too many times to count so I had to for my own safety
yourusername danielricciardo how romantic 💝
lando WHATATATTATATATTTTT YOU GUYS DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THIS ⁉️⁉️
charles_leclerc NOOOOO LESTAPPENNNNNN
yourusername just put the fries in the bag already bro
charles_leclerc I'm just joking congratulations guys ❤️
maxverstappen1 thank you 🙂
sophiekumpen omg!! so so so happy for you guys ❤️ I love and miss you both so much! ♥︎ by author
yourusername 🥹 thank you so much! we will visit soon 💗
maxverstappen1 bedankt mam ik hou van je
user16 MAX IS GOING TO BE MARRIED??!?!??!?!?
user17 and the hottest couple award goes to them 😫
alex_albon congrats! you guys are adorable ♥︎ by author
kikagomes MY GIRL IS ENGAGED OMGGG
kikagomes the middle pic 😍
yourusername MWAHHHHH XXXX
user18 HELLO??? IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE ABSOLUTE ROCK ON HER FINGER??
user19 sis that ain't a rock thats a whole boulder
user20 the way it literally doesn't even dent his bank
francolapinto congratulations! ♥︎ by author
yourusername gracias francoooo 🥳
carlossainz55 felicitaciones a la pareja más hermosa 🙌 ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 thanks carlos 😊
user21 max using emojis is uncanny
yourusername carlossainz55 GRACIASSSS CARLITOSSSSS
lando I better be at this wedding.
yourusername sorry no kids invited ♥︎ by author
user22 yourusername CLOCKEDDDDD HIMMMMMMM
lando yourusername YOU AND MAX ARE SUCH BULLIES OH MY GOSH ♥︎ by author
user23 what is up with them recently 😭 they're so feisty I love it
user24 max is a lucky lucky man
maxverstappen1 I know ☺️
schecoperez FELICIDADES AMIGOS ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 thank you checo 😁
yourusername you are too handsome for your own good, you know that? ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 nahhh you're the one who's too ethereal
lando maxverstappen1 sid 🦥
lando WHO SAID THATTTTTTT
yourusername lando don't do my man dirty like that 😭 he's the prettiest sloth there is ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 yourusername so now I'm sid the sloth....
yourusername maxverstappen1 don't worry love, your title will be upgraded to husband soon enough 💕 ♥︎ by author
maxverstappen1 yourusername I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that 😍
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Nothing to Prove
Charles Leclerc x Vettel!Reader
Summary: it’s a tale as old as time — every female sports fan has been told to “prove” her fandom at least once in her life — but the man quizzing you quickly learns the error of his ways
The Miami sun beats down relentlessly as you make your way through the bustling paddock, your destination the familiar red and white of the Ferrari motorhome. The air buzzes with pre-race excitement, mechanics and team personnel darting about like worker bees in a particularly colorful hive.
You’re so focused on navigating the crowd that you almost don’t notice the young man who steps directly into your path, phone held aloft. His grin is a touch too smug for comfort.
“Excuse me, miss,” he says, voice dripping with false politeness. “Mind if I ask you a few questions for my TikTok?”
You hesitate, torn between ingrained courtesy and a gnawing sense of unease. “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry-”
“It’ll only take a minute,” he insists, already hitting record. “So, tell me, what’s your favorite thing about Formula 1?”
The question seems innocent enough, but there’s something in his tone that sets your teeth on edge. Still, you decide to play along for now. “Well, I love the strategy, the technology, the way the whole sport pushes the boundaries of what’s possible-”
He cuts you off with a laugh. “Come on, be honest. It’s the hot drivers, right? That’s why most girls watch.”
You blink, momentarily stunned by his blatant misogyny. “Excuse me?”
“No judgment!” He says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I get it, they’re all rich and fit. But let’s see how much you really know. Who won the 1976 World Championship?”
You open your mouth to answer, but he barrels on.
“What’s the difference between understeer and oversteer? How many points do you get for fastest lap? Come on, if you’re a real fan, this should be easy!”
Your initial discomfort has morphed into full-blown anger. “Look, I don’t have to prove anything to you. My knowledge of the sport isn’t-”
“Ah, so you can’t answer,” he says, triumphant. “Just as I thought. Another pretty face here for the-”
“Is there a problem here?”
The smooth voice comes from just behind you, followed by the warmth of a familiar body pressing against your back. Strong arms wrap around your waist, and you instinctively lean into the embrace.
The TikToker’s eyes go wide as saucers as he takes in the newcomer. “You’re ... you’re ...”
“Charles Leclerc,” your boyfriend finishes for him, voice deceptively mild. “And you are ...”
The young man sputters, clearly thrown off his game. “I’m ... I mean... I was just asking your girl here some questions about F1.”
Charles’ arms tighten fractionally around you. “Is that so? Because from where I was standing, it sounded more like an interrogation.”
You turn your head slightly, meeting Charles’ gaze. His green eyes are blazing with a protective fury that makes your heart skip a beat.
“It’s fine,” you murmur. “He was just leaving.”
Charles raises an eyebrow at the TikToker, who’s looking increasingly desperate to be anywhere else. “You heard the lady.”
But the young man, perhaps realizing his video is about to become internet gold, rallies. “Wait! I mean, no offense, but how do we know she’s not just with you for the fame? Can she even name your teammate?”
You feel Charles tense behind you, but before he can speak, you’ve had enough. You step out of his embrace, squaring up to the TikToker.
“Carlos Sainz Jr.,” you say, voice hard. “Currently P4 in the championship. And since you’re so keen on quizzing people, James Hunt won in ‘76, understeer is when the front of the car doesn’t turn enough while oversteer is when the rear steps out too much, and you get one point for fastest lap if you finish in the top ten. Any other burning questions?”
The TikToker gapes at you, clearly unprepared for this turn of events. Charles, for his part, looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh.
“I ... but ...” the young man stammers.
You press on, building up a head of steam. “Oh, and fun fact — my brother has four World Championships. But I’m sure you knew that, being such an expert and all.”
The TikToker’s face drains of color as realization dawns. “Your brother? You’re Sebastian Vettel’s sister?”
Charles can’t contain his amusement any longer. He laughs, the sound rich and warm. “I tried to warn you. You’ve awakened the beast.”
You shoot him a mock glare. “You’re not helping.”
He holds up his hands in surrender, still grinning. “Far be it from me to interfere with your righteous fury. Please, continue.”
The TikToker looks like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. “I ... I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize-”
“That women can be genuine fans?” You interrupt. ��That we might actually understand and love the sport for its own sake? Or just that you shouldn’t make assumptions about people based on their gender?”
He winces. “All of the above?”
Charles steps forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. The touch is gentle, but there’s steel in his voice when he speaks. “I think it’s time for you to go. And delete that video while you’re at it.”
The young man nods frantically, fumbling with his phone. In his haste to retreat, he trips over his own feet, sprawling ungracefully on the ground. Charles moves to help him up, ever the gentleman, but you put a restraining hand on his arm.
“Let him sort himself out,” you mutter. “A little humiliation might do him some good.”
Charles chuckles, pulling you close. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
As the TikToker scrambles away, face burning with embarrassment, you allow yourself to relax into Charles’ embrace. The adrenaline of the confrontation leaves you feeling a bit shaky.
“You okay?” Charles asks softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You nod, letting out a long breath. “Yeah. Just ... frustrated. Why do people still think like that?”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I wish I knew. It’s not fair, the assumptions people make.”
“It’s not just about me,” you say, turning to face him fully. “It’s about all the female fans out there who get treated like this. Who get quizzed and belittled and have their passion questioned at every turn.”
Charles nods, his expression serious. “You’re right. It’s a bigger problem than just one idiot with a TikTok account.”
“Sometimes I wonder if it will ever change,” you admit, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you.
Charles cups your face in his hands, his touch impossibly gentle. “It will,” he says with conviction. “Because of people like you who stand up and call it out. Who refuse to let ignorance go unchallenged.”
You lean into his touch, allowing yourself a small smile. “When did you get so wise?”
He grins, some of his usual playfulness returning. “I have my moments. Don’t tell anyone though, it’ll ruin my reputation.”
You laugh, the tension finally starting to dissipate. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Charles leans in, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m proud of you, you know,” he murmurs. “The way you handled that ... it was impressive.”
“Yeah?” You ask, a hint of vulnerability creeping into your voice.
“Absolutely,” he says firmly. “You were brilliant. Fierce. Passionate.” His voice drops lower, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Incredibly sexy.”
You swat his arm playfully. “Behave yourself, Leclerc. We’re in public.”
He affects an innocent expression that doesn’t fool you for a second. “I’m always on my best behavior.”
You snort. “That’s what worries me.”
Charles laughs, the sound bright and carefree. It never fails to make your heart soar. He takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “Come on, let’s get to the motorhome. I think we both could use a moment of peace before the craziness really begins.”
As you walk hand in hand through the paddock, you can’t help but reflect on the incident. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but there’s also a spark of hope. Because for every misogynistic TikToker, there are countless fans — of all backgrounds — who love the sport for what it is. Who appreciate the skill, the strategy, the sheer spectacle of it all.
And maybe, just maybe, standing up to ignorance one interaction at a time is how change really happens.
Charles squeezes your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”
You smile, leaning into him slightly as you walk. “Just thinking about how lucky I am. To be here, doing what I love. To have people in my life who support me and believe in me.”
He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “The luck goes both ways, mon cœur. You make me better, on and off the track.”
As you approach the Ferrari motorhome, its bright red a beacon in the sea of team colors, you feel a renewed sense of purpose. There will always be challenges, always be those who try to tear others down. But with love, determination, and a refusal to back down from what’s right, anything is possible.
Even changing the world of Formula 1, one small interaction at a time.
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sinful sentences (eleven)
oscar piastri - "please, mark me."
tags: smut/pwp, bruises & hickies, jealous!oscar, modified doggy style, body worship & dirty talk, one spank, backshots
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jealousy was an emotion that oscar piastri felt was childish. to be envious of someone else's accomplishments was just an excuse for someone not to work on themself.
that didn't mean that oscar never felt the familiar pang from time to time. when lando won a grand prix was an example of when the feeling tugged in his gut. but that was nothing compared to the ice cold that ran through his body as he felt a pang of jealousy through him at the sight of you and carlos speaking.
you, dressed in mclaren orange, shouldn't be talking to the likes of sainz. you should be tucked away against oscar and away from the likes of carlos. it could be seen as petty, but when you giggled at one of carlos' comments. he knew that he wanted to mark you.
oscar would be the gentleman, he always was, and guide you away from the ferrari driver. hand on your lower back as he was all smiles with you. but when his gaze locked with carlos, his smile became tinted with something else. something a little more possessive. a warning gaze to the other driver. do not touch what isn't yours. only to have his look torn away when you took him by the cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips.
you giggled before you pulled away from oscar, you took him by the hand and led him back towards the mclaren side of the garage. back into his territory. where you should be. not letting the spanish driver chat you up like you were on the market. everyone knew that you and oscar were together. but oscar guessed that carlos wasn't getting the memo. oscar let you kiss him again and again and again as you made your way further into the garage.
you fit against him so well. tucked under him like the wing of a bird. your kisses were soft and your lip gloss stuck to his cheek and left a little shine. you giggled and asked, "oscar, honey. your going to get lines before your thirty-five with that look on your face. it might even stay like that!" and lean in further to rub the scrunch in his eyebrows.
oscar smiled and kept an arm around you, "thank you, babe." then leaned in to kiss you on the mouth. he needed to stay focus for the upcoming qualifiers, he didn't need the green eyed monster impacting his performance. with one final kiss he got ready for qualifier.
you weren't stupid, you didn't get your degree in engineering because you were an idiot. and even though you were oscar's cute girlfriend, a darling for the fans, you were keen. had to be to be with a driver of oscar's caliber. while your chat with carlos was friendly, sharing banter before the qualifier, you knew that oscar was seeing green. the relationship between the two of them was tense. you let him escort you back to where you needed to be, gave him kisses and let him wrap himself up in you.
but you knew to sate the jealousy, you'd need to do more than press glossed lips against his warmed cheek. so when you were back in the hotel, you added a little sway to your hips as you went to the bedroom and asked oscar one little question, "oscar, honey. can i have one thing tonight?"
"anything." always the giver.
you looked over your shoulder and with a small flutter of your lashes, you said rather than asked, "please, mark me." and you had never seen oscar trip over himself to get to you as he did in that moment. because who was he to deny his girlfriend anything.
you giggled when you entered the bedroom and he wrapped his strong arms around you. his grip tight as he held you and kissed your neck. your giggles were replaced with gasps when he started to bite at the column of your neck. your hands held onto his forearms and you laughed a little at the feeling. his grip was slightly possessive, but you loved it. you loved him. there was something about him that kept you achy for more. so of course it was only fair that you sated the lingering jealousy in his core.
he started to leave marks, the kind of marks that you knew very little make-up would fix. but it was hot, a certain eroticism that made your core soaked. his teeth nibbled into your skin and made your body grow hot.
"how does that feel, beautiful?" he asked with with a strong hint of want in his tone. he couldn't help it. you shakily exhaled, unable to form words as he continued to mark you up, "you asked for this, you asked to be marked up by me." he pressed himself against your back and licked his lips before he continued to suck and mark your skin.
you held onto him tighter and felt the leap in your chest from the feeling. it was painful, but you loved it. to feel marked by him,owned in a certain way. even though the two of you had a partnership of equals, there was something a little arousing by the feeling of him acting some possessive over you.
"let's get undressed." you said softly and he let you go enough for you to have enough room to get out of the mclaren shirt you wore. the pretty little thing you wore around the paddock, it was cute. but it would look better on the floor. oscar eyed you up and down as you undressed. you looked over your shoulder at him as you got your jeans off and winked at him, "i bet carlos wouldn't know how to handle me. at least not in the way you do." then yelped when oscar pushed you down over the bed with your ass up and your feet still on the carpeted floor.
he eyed your cotton panties, white with roses on them. you couldn't be any sweeter. he licked his lips and ran his hand down your back which made you shudder. he replied, "of course he couldn't. please don't talk about him in the bedroom."
you giggled a little, "of course." you couldn't help but get wet at the feeling. you moaned when he pulled your panties down then started to work at the waistband of his jogger. you moaned louder when he slapped you across the behind which only made you excited.
"someone's wet." he chuckled as he rubbed his finger up against your slit, capturing a bit of wetness. he bought it to his lips and chuckled, "dirty girl." and you shuddered.
oscar got his clothes off, occasionally teasing your pussy with his fingers before he lined his bare cock up with your perfectly. he rubbed it against you teasingly and watched you squirm. it was hot, it riled something up in him until he sank down into you. letting himself feel all of you, every inch of heated pussy. you were soaked, letting your wetness coat his cock.
"that it's, fuck, baby." he shuddered as he felt all your warmth. all your love for him. carlos could never compete, not when oscar's love for you when deep. a longing, a yearning he could never remove himself from. he loved you, and as he held you hips as fucked you up against the mattress, his love took a physical manifestation.
"please, oscar." you said softly as the two of you moved against one another. the feeling was intense, there was a rawness to your passion that left your mind swimming as he held you by the hips and moved against you.
he swallowed back some of the pleasure as he moved against you. he admried your features as pleasure started to coil in your core. he kissed you on the center of your back. he held you by the back of your neck to keep you face down on the bed as he fucked you. it was hard for you, almost on your tippy toes to keep leveled with his cock.
it was cute to see you struggle a little, you were eager for him. that only made you more endearing as he held onto you soft hips and moved up against you. he felt the pleasure in his core as he worked his cock inside of you, letting you both feel the sweetness of passionate sex.
carolos sainz could eat his heart out.
you were not for him, only for oscar. your other half, and oscar loved that fact. you were all his, no one else's, no ferrari fool could steal you away from him. and it only made him press you further into the bed, his thrusts heavy which made you held onto the covers tightly under you.
"fuck."
oscar leaned forward and started to decorate your back with hot kisses, followed by more hickies. you wouldn't be wearing backless dresses for a good while now, not when your skin was tinted purple from the marks. it only excited him more.
as did you, as your nails dug into the covers and the sensation made your back arch, "ah, honey!"
"you feel right for me." he said softly, "you feel so right, every inch of you is perfect." he splayed a hand across your back and rocked up into you. his pace made your toes curl into the carpet under you as you tried to keep yourself upright thanks to the force of his movements.
"you feel amazing too." you said softly, "unlike anyone else. fuck, that feels good. you feel good, oscar. perfect for me." and then let out a sweet moan as he smacked your round behind once more, which you hard to admit made you fairly sexually excited. a rush through you as he moved his hips against your ass.
you were his girlfriend, the love of his life! you were beyond special in his eyes. there was no one else like you that he could ever meet. you were like the rarest mineral he could find in the dirt, something worth admiring. a treasure for him.
the two of you moved together as he fucked you over the bed. soon he wrapped his strong arms around you and moved himself up against you. his cock hit all the right places in you and he watched you struggle to take every inch. he was a bit bigger than average, but he knew more how to make you a whiny, panting mess for him.
you felt yourself grow needy for climax. the feeling was powerful as your back arched a little more as the pleasure coursed through you. you were sweaty and on the knife's edge. you whined into the covers as you let him continue to move up against you. his cock brushed up against all the right areas.
"that's it, that's it." he said softly, "you feel amazing." he held onto your middle a little tighter and continued to hit your sweet spots with each heavy thrust of his hips. his words were true as he fucked you.
"oscar. fuck, i'm close." you panted. there was no one else for you.
and there was no one else for him as he said, "perfect, cum for me, babe. make a mess of yourself." maybe his words were tinged slightly with possessiveness. but you couldn't help it, not when you sounded so beautiful with your cunt getting his entire length soaked. it was hot, erotic in a sense that it only drove him to want to pleasure you further.
"oscar." you whined as you came around his cock. his thrusts continued and you felt like you were on top of the world. you felt the pounding your heart as you pussy clenched around him. it left a head rush followed by a throb as you relaxed your grip against the covers.
"that's it. only one for you. no one else." your sweet boyfriend's tone was heavy with lust as he gave you a few more heavy strokes of his cock. he felt your cunt have a hold on him as he finished inside of you. he let out a heavy exhale as he finished, slowing his pace until he stopped and letting your plant your feet firmly on the ground.
but quickly you were in bed with him, his arms wrapped around you and his sweaty forehead pressed against yours. you both laid in bed and panted heavily against one another. you smiled softly at the closeness, especially with his arm wrapped around you lovingly. his hold was protective.
"i love you." he said softly.
"and i love you." you replied as you turned over to kiss him on the lips. oscar felt more secure in your love for him, that you wouldn't run off with carlos or any other driver. not when your skin was littered with marks of him. better luck next time, sainz <3
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More Amor



Summary: you are going out with Carlos, you can speak his language, but you don't tell him. You were hiding your abilities due to an insecurity about your ability.
Song: Friends · Chase Atlantic
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MASTERLIST - F1
The roar of the engines was a constant lullaby in the Formula 1 paddock, a song that vibrated through your very bones. You loved it here, the controlled chaos, the palpable energy, the feeling of being part of something larger than yourself.
Your focus, however, was often drawn to a specific corner of the Ferrari garage – where Carlos Sainz, with his disarming smile and effortless charm, held court.
You and Carlos were friends for a long time. You found him incredibly easy to talk to, his enthusiasm infectious. You liked Carlos, perhaps more than you should.
But there was also a barrier, subtle but ever-present, that you yourself had erected. It was a secret you carried, one that gnawed at you with each passing day: you spoke fluent Spanish, his native tongue.
You hadn't always been this secretive. Back in school, Spanish had been your favorite subject, a fascination with the language and culture that had blossomed into fluency. There was a time when you'd have proudly displayed your linguistic prowess, but a few harsh critiques in a university language class, comments that chipped away at your confidence, had left you hesitant.
Now, you kept your Spanish a closely guarded secret, especially in the presence of Carlos. The thought of him, a native speaker, judging your accent or vocabulary was enough to send shivers of anxiety down your spine.
This particular afternoon, you were tucked away in the hospitality area, a small respite from the frenetic pace of the paddock. Charles Leclerc, Carlos’s teammate and another friend, was perched opposite you, nursing a bottle of water.
He was in a lighter mood after a good practice session and was keen for a diversion.
“So,” he said, his French accent thick, “teach me some more Spanish. The last phrase you taught me was very… useful.” He grinned mischievously, a glint in his eye.
You laughed, remembering the rather informal phrase you had taught him the previous day. “Okay, okay,” you said, pulling out your notebook. “Let’s try something a little less… provocative.”
You flipped to a fresh page. “How about ‘Es un placer conocerte’ – ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you’?”
You broke it down for him, pronunciation and all, your voice a soft murmur that was just audible above the ambient noise. He repeated the phrase several times, his brow furrowed in concentration until he finally managed something that was, while not perfect, definitely understandable.
“Magnifique!” you exclaimed, giving him an approving nod. He grinned, pleased with his progress, and began repeating the phrase to himself, practicing the rhythm and inflection.
Just as he did, a familiar voice spoke behind you. “Que estan haciendo ustedes?”
You froze, a chilling feeling spreading from the base of your neck. It was Carlos, standing in the doorway, a curious smile playing on his lips.
The Spanish he’d spoken was casual, his words rolling off his tongue as naturally as breathing. What are you guys doing?
A wave of panic washed over you. It was close, too close. He had heard you speaking Spanish, even if it was with Charles. Your secret, the one you had painstakingly guarded, was on the verge of unraveling.
Charles, completely oblivious to the tension thrumming in the air, turned to face Carlos, his face beaming. “‘Es un placer conocerte,’” he announced proudly, his accent thick but understandable.
You cringed internally. Oh no, Charles, no.
Carlos raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from Charles to you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, I see. You're teaching Charles Spanish?"
You forced a smile, trying to appear casual. "Kind of," you said, your voice a little too high-pitched for your liking. "Just a few simple phrases for fun." You did not want to admit you'd been teaching him the basics.
Carlos crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe as he observed you and Charles. “Well, that’s good,” he said, his Spanish accent taking over his English slightly. “It’s always good to learn new languages.” He was still looking at you, a playful glint in his eyes that made your heart pound.
You nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, absolutely.” You picked up your notebook and began flipping through it, pretending to be engrossed with your notes as if you didn’t already know every word you'd already written.
"What else have you taught him?" Carlos asked, stepping further into the room.
You tensed, your heart thumping wildly. “Oh, just basic stuff,” you said, your voice tight. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. “You know, ‘hello,’ ‘goodbye,’ that sort of thing.” You hoped he didn’t see through your act.
Charles, bless his oblivious soul, was happily repeating the phrase he had learnt until it was as close to perfect as it could be. Carlos watched him, but his eyes were still on you.
He knew you were lying. He’d spoken to you in the past in Spanish and you had responded without so much as blinking. Why were you being like this?
“You sure?” he asked, a smirk dancing on his lips. He could see the panic in your eyes and the way your hands were clutching your notebook like a lifeline.
He looked at Charles again, and then back to you. “You speak a little Spanish?”
"No, I don't," you said quickly, a little too quickly. Your voice was far too high pitched. You hoped he didn't hear the fear that was leaking in your tone.
Carlos seemed to hesitate, his eyes scrutinizing yours for a moment longer. A subtle shift in his expression told you he knew you were lying, but he said nothing.
"Okay," he said finally, his tone still amused. "If you say so." He patted Charles on the shoulder. “Enjoy your lesson, Charles,” he said before turning and heading out of the room.
You breathed out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. It had been too close. You watched him leave, your heart still beating fast. You were acutely aware that you needed to be more careful.
One more slip up like that and your secret wouldn’t be a secret anymore. You knew you should tell him, but your fear of not being good enough held you back.
Later that evening, while you were trying to text, a message popped up on your phone. It was from Carlos.
“Hey, you okay? You seemed a little… agitated earlier.”
You stared at the message, your mind swirling. He had noticed. Of course, he had. He was observant, perceptive. You hesitated before typing a response.
“Yeah, all good. Just a bit tired.”
He replied almost instantly. “Tired? Or hiding something? Maybe a secret language?”
You felt a jolt run through you. He was teasing you, playfully pushing at the edges of your lie. You took a deep breath and decided to deflect.
“Nah, just a very complicated article on tire degradation. Don’t let me keep you, you probably have more important things to do!”
A few seconds later, Carlos responded; “I always have time for you. By the way, you should try speaking more Spanish. It suits you.” He included a winking emoji in the text, leaving you completely frozen.
How did he know? You hadn’t said a single word in Spanish to him, apart from earlier when it was directed at Charles. He was definitely onto you.
Your heart started pounding in your chest. You didn’t know what to do. You finally replied with a simple “Night, Carlos” message and put your phone down.
You knew that sooner or later, you would have to face the truth. You liked Carlos, and you didn’t want to keep secrets from him. But the thought of that vulnerability, the risk of judgment, still held you captive.
You hoped one day you’d find enough courage to reveal your secret, to let Carlos in completely. But for now, you would keep your language locked behind a wall of fear, hoping that the wall would come tumbling down one day.
But for now, you had to keep up with the charade, and try not to let him see you were lying about knowing his native language.
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The leather armchair cradles you like a familiar friend. Sunlight, filtered through the lace curtains, dances across the spines of Carlos’s bookshelves, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.
You’re in his living room, a space that feels as comfortable as your own, except for the subtle undercurrent of nervous energy that always seems to hum beneath your skin when you’re here.
Carlos, with his easy laugh and eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles, is the source of that familiar flutter in your chest.
He's gone to the market, a quick errand for the missing ingredient – ricotta cheese, if your shoddy Spanish comprehension served you correctly – needed for his legendary fluffy pancakes.
He'd called them “panqueques esponjosos” and the way his tongue rolled over the words had made your heart do a little tap dance.
You trace the rim of your teacup with your finger, the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway the only sound. You pull your phone from your pocket, a small smile playing on your lips.
A message from Sofia, a friend from Spain pops up. You haven't seen her since the end of your vacation and you miss her friendly banter. You hadn’t told her that you knew Carlos at first. She was thrilled when you had finally spoken about him and also excited the day you finally felt comfortable enough to speak Spanish to her.
You dial her number.
"Hola, mi amiga!" Sofia's voice crackles through the speaker, warm and vibrant as always.
"Hola, Sofia! Como estas?" you reply, feeling the familiar comfort of the language wash over you. The words flow easily, a melody you've secretly nurtured for months.
You and Sofia slip into a comfortable rhythm, gossiping about mutual friends, discussing the latest drama in her life, and laughing about inside jokes from class. You tell her about how you’ve been spending a lot of time with Carlos recently, describing the comfortable silence that settles between you, the way he always offers you the first cup of tea, and the lingering glances that sometimes catch you off guard.
She’s always encouraged you to take the leap with Carlos, but you've always been too afraid of ruining the comfortable friendship you had.
"¿Y qué tal, el chico que te gusta? ¿Como va con Carlos?" Sofia asks, her voice teasing. And how about the boy you like? How is it going with Carlos?
"He's...he's good," you stumble, a flush rising to your cheeks even though Sofia can't see you. "He's making pancakes later." You hope it doesn’t sound as silly as it feels.
You are so aware of your own internal dialogue.
"Ooh, panqueques! Sounds romantic," Sofia giggles. “Maybe he will be speaking Spanish to you soon” she winks, she is completely aware that he doesn’t know you can speak Spanish.
You have not told her about the pet name he has given you.
"Don't be silly," you say, though a small part of you desperately wishes she were right. "He calls me a few names, it's kinda silly,"
Sofia chuckles, “he likes names?"
"Yeah, Cariño." you say quietly. It’s a term of endearment that sits in your chest like a warm coal, always threatening to ignite a fire. you feel your cheeks burn a deeper shade of pink.
"Ay, ay, ay! Cariño! That means 'darling'! He definitely likes you," Sofia says, her voice filled with excitement.
You laugh, trying to downplay the significance. "It's just a word, Sofia." Even as you say the words you know it isn’t true.
You adore the way he says it, the way his voice softens slightly when he addresses you as ‘cariño’. It feels intimate, a secret language woven into your friendship.
"No, amiga, it's not just a word. It's a feeling," Sofia counters, her voice knowing.
You are about to reply when you hear a thud. A bag, probably groceries, hits the floor with a soft, muffled sound. You turn, your heart leaping into your throat, to see Carlos standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise.
His face, usually so open and inviting, is frozen in a state of shock. A second later he looks hurt.
His gaze is focused on you and he's holding the bag of groceries precariously in his hand as if he's forgotten that it is there. There's a strange mix of bewilderment and something else – hurt, maybe? – flickering in his eyes.
He stares at you, mouth slightly ajar, and no words are coming from him, which is so unlike Carlos to be lost for words.
You freeze, phone clutched in your hand, heart hammering against your ribs. The blood rushes to your ears and you suddenly feel as though you’re unable to breathe, feeling as though he’s looking at you differently.
The Spanish words, the comfortable rhythm of your conversation with Sofia, the comfortable feeling you had all but a moment ago evaporates into the air.
“Carlos…” you whisper, your voice sounding small and weak. You feel your cheeks burn and you can only imagine how red your face is.
He sets the other abag on the floor with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the suddenly charged silence. “You…you speak Spanish?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.
The playful light in his eyes was gone, the crinkles that always appeared when he smiled did not appear this time.
You nod slowly, feeling a wave of shame wash over you. You feel sick at the thought of how he must feel, you should have told him. You should have shown him the real you sooner. “I do,” you managed to say.
You sat perched on the edge of Carlos's ridiculously plush sofa. Your heart was still thrumming a little too fast, admittedly by the man himself. Carlos.
He was pacing in front of you now. He ran a hand through his already tousled dark hair, the movement highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw.
“I still can’t believe you spoke it,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
You fidgeted, picking at a loose thread on the throw pillow next to you. “It’s not that big of a deal,” you mumbled, your gaze fixed on the intricate pattern.
The idea of speaking it, of letting it flow freely in front of anyone, especially him, had always filled you with a surprising amount of anxiety.
“Not a big deal?” He stopped pacing, planting his hands on his hips, his gaze finally locking with yours, a faint amusement dancing in his brown eyes.
“You mean the fact that you’ve been listening to me struggle through English for years, when you could have corrected me all this time, is ‘not a big deal’?”
A blush crept up your neck. You avoided his eyes again, feigning interest in the small water stain on the coffee table. “I… I wasn't correcting you on purpose.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. It melted the nervous knot in your stomach a little. He dropped down beside you on the sofa, the cushions giving way with a soft sigh.
He turned, his whole attention now focused on you. “So, why didn’t you? Why did you keep that amazing Spanish tucked away?”
You took a deep breath, the words tasting like lead in your mouth. “I guess… I wasn't confident enough,” you finally admitted, the admission feeling like a weight lifting off your chest, however slightly. “I wasn't sure about my accent. Or if I even sounded… right.”
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his hand reached out to gently touch your arm, his fingers sending a jolt of warmth through your skin.
He’d always had a way of making even the simplest touch feel charged. “Mi amor, you are always right. Never doubt that. And your accent… it’s beautiful,”.
You finally looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any hint of sarcasm, but finding only genuine sincerity. The term of endearment was a fresh shock, and it sent little shivers down your spine. “You really think so?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
He nodded, his thumb now tracing lazy circles on your skin. “Absolutely. It’s unique, and it's yours. It's part of what makes you, you." He leaned closer, his eyes boring into yours. "And I want to hear more of it.”
The air crackled, charged by the intensity of his gaze. You were acutely aware of the proximity between you, of the warmth emanating from his body, and the way his gaze lingered on your lips.
He'd managed to convince you to stay, the casual invitation coming after a day spent working with his team at the track. Your initial plan was always to return to your hotel, to maintain the comfortable distance that you had been living in.
But then you saw him, his hopeful expression and the puppy-dog pleading in his eyes and you found your resolve melting away. You told yourself it was the pull of shared language, the thrill of having someone that understood you; but deep down, you knew it was something far more profound and far more dangerous.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice a low, husky plea. “Speak more amor? Just a little bit.” His brown eyes, usually full of mischievousness, were now pools of earnest emotion.
You swallowed hard, feeling the heat creeping up your face again. “What… what do you want me to say?” you asked, the Spanish words a little hesitant at first.
A wide grin stretched across his face. “Anything. Tell me about your day. Tell me you think I’m the best driver on the grid,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with humor.
You laughed, the sound light and airy in the quiet space. "You're arrogant, tonto," you said, the Spanish rolling off your tongue with more ease than you expected.
His grin widened. “But you like me, arrogant and best driver?” he challenged.
"Perhaps," you replied, playfully avoiding his question. "It was a long day. I spent most of the morning working from home. Then, I had lunch with..." You trailed off, momentarily forgetting the English word for the person you had lunch with during the day.
"Your coach?" Carlos suggested, his gaze unwavering.
"Yes! My coach. We discussed the race strategy and went over some notes," you continued, the Spanish flowing much more easily now.
You felt a strange sense of liberation, of finally letting go of the fear that had been holding you back.
He listened intently, his head tilted slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. Every now and then, he would let out a small chuckle or offer a prompting question.
“And now?” he asked softly, interrupting you mid-sentence. “What are you going to do now?”
You glanced around his living room, its sleek lines and modern features a stark contrast to the cozy comfort of your small apartment.
"Now? I suppose... well, I guess I'm going to stay here." You held his gaze, each beat of your heart pounding in your chest.
He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb softly stroking your skin. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You being here... it makes everything feel perfect."
You shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold. “Carlos…” you began, your voice trembling slightly.
He leaned in, his gaze locked on your lips making the moment feel charged with unspoken promises. “Just… say it, amor,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
You closed the distance between you and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was everything you expected and far, far more. It was a melting pot of the connection you’d so desperately tried to suppress.
It was a declaration in a language both shared and unspoken. When you finally pulled away, you were breathless, your heart pounding against your ribs.
He looked at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “Tell me in Spanish,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
You took a shaky breath, finally letting the words flow freely, without reservation or fear. “Te quiero, Carlos,” you whispered, the words finally escaping your lips. I love you.
His response was immediate. His lips crashed against yours in another kiss, this one deeper, more passionate, and full of a raw, unfiltered emotion.
You pulled him closer, your arms wrapping around his neck, losing yourself in the moment, in him, in the magic of finally being understood, finally being heard, finally being loved in the most perfect language possible.
The fear, the insecurity you had carried for so long, seemed to dissolve, replaced by a dizzying rush of hope. You had found a home in his arms, in his eyes, and in the shared language that had brought you together.
And in that moment, in his arms, with the city twinkling outside the window, you knew, with absolute certainty, that you were exactly where you were meant to be. . . .
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Everyone's Favourite LeClerc : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc
summary: he was used to being the leclerc on everybody's lips, but when you take your daughter to visit the paddock it turns out charles might not be the favourite that he thought he was



You could hear the familiar chuckles coming from the Ferrari garage from halfway down the paddock, keeping your daughter in your hold as you swerved around the chaos. There were people everywhere that you tried to avoid, eventually reaching the garage and opening up the door, greeted, as always, by a sea of dark red staring back at you.
From across the room, Carlos was the first to spot you, waving over the crowds. He moved around a few people before reaching you and your daughter, kneeling down as you placed your daughter on her feet.
“Aurelie!” He yelled, capturing her attention as she stumbled towards him, barely able to keep her balance.
“She’s been asking for you all morning,” you chuckled, moving across to Carlos to greet him too.
“Oh I see, second best am I?” A voice called out as he closed in on the three of you. Charles didn’t miss a trick, as soon as he knew that you were in the room his protective eyes were trying to find you. He pressed a kiss against your cheek as Aurelie continued to cuddle Carlos, completing ignoring her father. “Am I invisible or something, you can see me, right?” Charles pouted, looking to you for a little bit of support. Your hand pressed against his cheek, offering a sympathetic smile.
“She only saw you, it’s been weeks since she got to see Carlos,” you reminded him, knowing that Charles was only messing with the strop that he threw beside you.
“I can’t believe my own daughter doesn’t even want to know me,” he huffed.
“Sucks to be you,” Carlos teased as Aurelie ran her hands through Carlos’ fluffy locks.
Charles watched the two of them for a few more moments before he reached out his hands. “That’s it, you’re mine,” he teased, taking Aurelie from Carlos’ hold and showering her with kisses all over her face. Aurelie squealed and squirmed in his hold, trying her best to push against his chest and get away. Charles was nowhere near letting her go though, reminding her exactly who her father was and who loved her the most.
“Poor girl,” Carlos chuckled as he watched the two of them.
“You’re my baby,” Charles whispered as he finally let Aurelie relax in his hold.
“So jealous,” you hummed under your breath, just loud enough for Charles to hear as he shot a glare across in your direction.
“Fancy having a look around? Seeing the car for this weekend?” Carlos offered as he slung his arm across your shoulders. “We’re on for a good race this week.”
You nodded in reply, “Aurelie has been desperate to see daddy’s car,” you noted, watching as Charles’ eyes lit up as you spoke.
“Shall we go and see daddy’s car?” He asked, proudly grinning as the girl in his arms bounced up and down excitedly, keen to have a good look around.
“And Uncle Carlos’ car too?” Carlos added, feeling Charles stare across at him, unable to stop himself from getting a little jab in and winding Charles up once again.
You hung back slightly as Charles and Carlos began to walk Aurelie around the garage, one of her small hands in each of their own. She was still too young to fully understand what was going on, but seeing how busy things were always made her eyes light up. Seeing people cheer for her dad and want to talk to her too was the perfect weekend for her.
Aurelie listened closely as Charles talked her through his car, making sure to keep it as simple as he could. Once the garage tour was completed you decided to head out around the rest of the paddock and see what you could find. Soon enough you had several of the drivers around you, all keen to greet Aurelie and see who could entertain her the best.
You had never seen Charles so proud, he loved introducing his little girl to his world and letting her see all the cool things he got up to. Above all else, he loved that some of his closest friends were there with him at the garage and that he got to see them bond with Aurelie which was all that he had ever wanted. His daydream was broken by you appearing next to him, nudging gently against his side. Charles’ smile turned up as soon as he realised that it was you there, taking a hold of your hand and pulling you closely in against his side.
As much as Charles wanted to have all his attention on you, he couldn’t ignore the giggles that constantly came from next to him as Lando and George tried their best to keep Aurelie happy.
It was nice for the two of you to have a couple of moments all to yourselves.
“I love having you both here and being able to have you in my little world,” Charles whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against the side of your head. “It always gives me extra motivation to do well whenever I know that the two of you are cheering me on as well,” he added.
“I wouldn’t miss this race for the world,” you whispered, “I know how important Monaco is for you and how much you want to do well today.”
“Thank you for being here,” Charles then told you, taking you by surprise with how sincere his voice was. “I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate the efforts you go to to support, and make sure that Aurelie can come and support me too.”
Your eyes narrowed on Charles, convinced there was a hint of a tear in his eye.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he joked, knowing exactly what you were thinking without even having to look at you. “I’m not going to start crying with all of these losers around to see it and tease the hell out of me for it.”
“It’s okay to admit that it means a lot,” you assured him, brushing underneath his eye with the pad of your thumb. “Truthfully, it means a lot for me to be able to be here and see you achieve your dreams too.”
As much as F1 was a dream for Charles, the biggest dream he’d achieved was the giggling figure currently pulling at Lando’s feeble attempt of a beard on his face.
You both could only laugh as Lando squealed in pain, pushing against George as he encouraged Aurelie to keep going and cause Lando as much pain as possible.
“I worry about the influence of all your friends sometimes,” you jokingly admitted to Charles, shaking your head at the scene that was unfolding.
“How are you two just stood there letting this happen?” Lando gasped at you both.
You both shrugged, much to Lando’s dissatisfaction. She was as cheeky as her dad, and loved to try and push the boundaries as much as she possibly could.
“I blame you for this,” you laughed, tapping against Charles’ stomach. “She copies your habits way more than she copies mine,” you added, raising your eyebrows across at him.
“I’m an angel,” Charles protested.
“You?” You gasped in disbelief, “you must be having a laugh right now.”
“You adore me enough to have a child with me,” he noted.
“True,” you scoffed, finding yourself caught out and unable to figure out what to say next. Charles looked at you expectantly, knowing that he’d got you and once again left you pretty speechless because of him.
When you remained silent, he leant forwards and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “I love our little family, even if it is chaos sometimes.”
“Me too, I would never have it any other way.”
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prickly fuzz | C.S. 55
18+ | warnings: body worship (m receiving), d/s dynamics, denial, mention of razors (shaving), slight size kink, carlos being a tease wc: 1.4k minors dni
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Sitting at the dinner table, you absentmindedly traced the thick layer of hair on Carlos’ forearm with your eyes. you always admired it, anywhere he showed skin, there was a patch of dark hair on it. on his arms specifically, it stretched all the way to the second knuckle of his fingers. his thighs, too, were covered, the hair prominently peaking from underneath any pair of shorts he wore. he groomed himself though, and you noticed that, especially during the summer break when his upper chest was suddenly smooth as he was putting on his biking gear. the slight disappointment you felt manifested itself as a frown on your face and despite not saying anything, Carlos knew. he knew even then as you were sat next to him, munching on your dinner, eyes cast on his arm, that there was something up with the way you felt about his body hair.
His mind was made up later that night in the shower as he held a razor in his hand, ready to get rid of the fuzz that had grown over the last few weeks on his chest. his gaze flicked between the device and the hair between his pecs a few times, his bottom lip twitching in thought before he abandoned it back in its place, remembering the slightest of pouts on your lips.
Carlos exited the shower, not bothering to put on a shirt or bottoms, his boxers would do. he had a plan after all. with his hair still damp from the shower, Carlos shuffled towards the kitchen where he heard you move around, stopping in the doorway and leaning against it. there you were, in your adorable sleepwear, turning around just in time to see him with his hand rubbing at his chest, and to your surprise, the chest hair you’ve been missing on your boyfriend was still in its place. you must have been staring for quite a second because Carlos was grinning as you so shamelessly ogled him. he stalked closer to you, slow and measured, his eyes signaling the underlying desire he felt.
“you like it, princesita?” he purred, the corner of his mouth curling up in a self-satisfied smirk. when you didn’t answer, his hand, large and warm, wrapped around your delicate wrist, gently bringing it up to the fuzz on his chest. the hairs prickled your fingertips, the edges sharp from continuous shaving. his hand stayed right there, spread over yours, swallowed up in the size difference, his heart thudding steadily right beneath. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, the unconscious act not escaping Carlos’ keen eyes and he knew he had done something.
“ah?” he encouraged, the sound accompanied by his eyebrow rising. Carlos knew when to press for an answer to get what he wanted from you.
“mhmm…”
oh, how sweet was that? something cocky flared in him at your wordless answer. he tugged you closer by the waist, not fully satisfied with your reaction. the dip of your waist felt warmer where Carlos’ palms engulfed it through the material of your top and you almost shrunk under his gaze.
“ah, so you do…” he mused, his smirk widening at the revelation that you indeed preferred his chest hairy to smooth. your other hand joined the first on his chest, having nowhere else to go, not that it wanted to go anywhere else. Carlos studied you with his gaze, reading your body language, taking in your expression. his thumbs slowly found their way underneath the hem of your shirt, brushing the soft skin of your love handles. they dug into the plushness with gentle pressure, his eyes finding yours.
“come on… don’t get shy on me now…” he cooed, offering you a softer smile this time, leaning forward, letting the fullness of his chest fill your open palms. “you know i like it when you touch me, princesa.”
you didn’t need more encouragement than that, sliding your hands up and down his chest, tracing the dark patches of hair, each small prickle sending a shiver through your body. Carlos watched with interest, nearly grinning when you finally came out of your shell and acted like the girl he knew you were.
“mmm, there’s my girl…”
he hummed in approval, feeling his cock twitch at the attention. his hips shifted forward, grinding against your own but before your gasp could sound in the open air, Carlos swallowed it when his lips smashed against yours. he kissed you hungrily, his grip on your soft curves tightened, the hint of pain making your skin tingle. kissing back, your teeth found the plush softness of his bottom lip and nipped at it in retaliation, eliciting a near growl from Carlos. unable to hold himself back, he took one hand from your hip and pressed it against your chest, effectively pinning you against the surface of the kitchen island behind you. he broke the kiss to breathe, his forehead pressing against yours.
“bedroom…?” Carlos asked, waiting for you to confirm and then gently shoving you in the direction of your shared bedroom. before your back could even hit the mattress, your shirt was already off, a courtesy of Carlos’ impatience. once it was off, his lips were on the exposed skin of your collarbone, kissing and nibbling, while he lowered himself on top of you. his chest pressed against yours causing your nipples to harden as they brushed against his chest hair, making another delicious moan fall from your lips. Carlos deliberately did it again, smirking at your reaction.
“tell me you like it.” he was all about hearing you admit what you liked, always wanting you to use your words, relishing in the occasional embarrassment that came with it. his lips trailed down to your chest, hot breath fanning over your perky tits.
“i- fuck, i like it, Carlos…”
your answer was rewarded with that oh-so-familiar grin before his lips finally closed around your nipple. gasping with pleasure, your hand fisted in the soft strands of his hair, back arching into his mouth. Carlos hummed with approval, pulling away to speak.
“mmm, good girl. i know you do,” his tongue flicked over your nipple again teasingly before continuing.
“you should have told me, mi amor… i would keep it for you.” you would have told him your preference for how he kept his facial hair but mentioning your more subtle favorite hadn’t even crossed your mind.
“you’re lucky i saw you…” he murmured, his lips trailing back up to your own. you were already leaning in for a kiss but Carlos stayed where he was, giving you a look, a look that made you pause.
“show me you like it.”
he commanded, his gaze unwavering. it made your breathing pick up. your eyes fell on the dark hair between his pecs then back up at him. slowly, carefully, you lowered your mouth to his chest, not daring to break eye contact before you felt the first prickle on your lips. that didn’t discourage you though, you continued, pressing one kiss, then another, then another. kiss after kiss, you mapped the expense of Carlos’ chest as his hand came up, gently wrapping in your hair.
“so good for me... doing what you’re told.” he praised, using the other hand to palm himself through his boxers. the act of you worshipping that part of him making him harder than ever. he sat back on his heels on the bed, pulling you up with him.
“what about here, princesa? do you like it here too?” your head turned slightly to see him flexing his forearm, while he still palmed himself with it, the thick strands of hair on his skin nearly covering it all. in a soft act of submission, you switched to his arm, trailing kisses down his forearm to his hand, over his wrist, until you were nearly nosing at his clothed cock, the soft hairs on his thighs tickling your cheek.
“and there?” he continued, pushing your head down to do the same to his thighs. you worked deliberately for his approval and praise, not leaving one inch of the warm skin of his thighs unkissed. your legs pressed together in need, trying to find some friction to relieve the tension building in your gut as your mouth worked over his thighs. the more you were down there, the hazier your mind became, till Carlos caught you mouthing at his boxers.
“tsk tsk, needy girl…” Carlos tutted, his hand in your hair tightening, keeping you just out of reach of what you wanted. he lowered his head slightly, his eyes intense, lips curled up in a cruel smirk.
“you have to earn it first.”
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season 3 rafe with his gf & son

they’ve been on guadeloupe for a month now, and it was like rafe had transformed into a whole new person. he was the man of the family now, and he was taking over the finances, the household and all their business dealings. he had also changed drastically as a father, spending any of his free moments with charlie and everything he does, he does it for him
ugh rafe treats his gf so good in season 3, doing his best to show her just how much he appreciates her. he’s constantly spoiling her with affection, gifts, and dates. they go to nice restaurants on the island before coming back to the house, giggling as they make their way upstairs. rose groans as she sees rafe’s hands squeezing her ass, silently thankful her room is on the other side of the house (rafe is a loud grunter in bed, but sometimes he moans just that little too loudly)
they have the master bedroom in the house on guadeloupe and he loves to share a bath with his girl, relaxing with a glass of whiskey as she rests against his chest. rafe feels like everything is perfect in those moments
gf is still a bit uneasy about all the events that took place, but she tries to push her feelings away. she was here now, and this was going to be their life so she tries to embrace it
they spend lots of time out on the boat, lounging on the deck and relaxing in the sun. rafe loves to see his girl in a bikini, and he can’t keep his hands off of her, only behaving when charlie comes out with them too (rafe and charlie wear matching swim shorts)
she’s 100% in denial about the buzzcut at first, eyes widening as he walks through the door. he had mentioned getting a haircut but not this! gf is running her hands over his scalp sadly, whining about where ‘her’ hair went
“Don’t you like it, baby?” Rafe asked, looking down cheekily at his girl. He hadn’t expected such a reaction.
“I mean…. you still look good,” she said as her hand gravitated to the nape of his neck, quietly admitting “it suits you.” Rafe just smirked before placing a passionate kiss on her lips, his lips curving as she automatically went to thread her fingers through his locks, a small whimper leaving her in frustration.
when rafe meets with carlos singh, he’s already missing his family. after being blindsided by singh’s demands he goes to leave only to be stopped, the older man speaking calmly, “do I look like a fool to you, Mr Cameron? I know you want to get back to your pretty little family, but you have the cross, therefore, one of you has had the diary. If you don’t want anything to happen to those you care about, then get me that diary.” rafe is immediately on edge, telling him not to speak about his family ever again. he can’t stand the idea of either his gf or son getting caught up in his drama
rafe isn’t keen on going back to the obx, especially not after settling into a routine in guadeloupe. i can picture him refusing to go unless he gets to bring his family with him, despite their reluctance. little charlie loves guadeloupe and doesn’t want to go, but a little convincing from his mother and father and he’s excited and clapping his hands happily
barry comes around to tannyhill to discuss his and rafe’s plan, only to see the couple sitting outside on the large balcony. rafe is outstretched on the lounge, girlfriend sleepily tucked against his side. she’s almost asleep when barry walks in, whistling loudly at the sight of rafe’s hand once again on her ass
wherever rafe goes, gf goes too - he’s becoming paranoid that someone will hurt them. because she comes everywhere with him now, she’s aware of everything happening with the gold. rafe trusts her, and he tells barry that he should too. besides, it’s her and her son’s future in the balance too
when ward returns to kildare, rafe is not happy. he finally feels like things are falling into place - his girl is happy, his kid loves being home and he has the cross (or what’s left of it). he can start again, become a real businessman and provide for his family. he can give them a life others could only dream of, and whatever his dad wants is no longer relevant to him
rafe proudly displaying his girl in front of the whole party at his house, a little drunk and declaring his love for her, her cheeks flushing deeply at his words
rafe who has some of the gold turned into a ring to propose to her with, plus a pair of wedding bands for later. he wants to spend his whole life with his girlfriend, and call her his wife for real this time. rafe proposes casually, bringing out the ring from his bedside table one morning, sliding it on her finger while she sleeps. high school gf stirs later, going to brush her hair out of her face only to catch sight of the gleaming rock on her finger
“Rafe? What’s this?” She asked teasingly, rolling over to look at Rafe as he pulled on his shirt. He smiled cheekily, feigning ignorance.
“Hmmm… I don’t know anything about that, but it looks nice - don’t you think?” Rafe responded, matching her teasing tone. At the sight of a smile spreading across her face and a small ‘mmhmm’, Rafe couldn’t help but lean over the mattress, his arms caging her in. He placed a heady kiss on her lips, only drawing back once both were breathless.
“Are you gonna keep it on?” The blonde man asked, a hint of nervousness seeping through his voice.
“Of course I will, baby.”
rafe loves calling his girl his fiancée, so proud that he finally stepped up and showed her how much she means to him
he won’t tell her about his plans to kill his dad, but he’ll talk in vague terms to her about it. when she probes, he just tells her that this time it’s better if she doesn’t know
after rafe sends his dad to go on the plane, he returns to tannyhill. he had received his father’s blessing, and he was in charge of everything now. he feels like he has the entire world in the palm of his hands, and the perfect family by his side
his pretty fiancée waking him up a few weeks later with the sound of her vomiting in the ensuite, the second day in a row. she’s pale as she looks up at him, weakly resting her head against the wall as she asks him,
“What do you think about having another baby?”
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mi amor
jack doohan x sainz!reader
summary: a rookie and a playgirl model, well that's new...
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Spotted! Formula one driver, Jack Doohan and model, Y/n Sainz were seen together last night in a rooftop bar in Paris. As we know Y/n is the younger sister to Carlos Sainz, another formula one driver so we're keen to find out what's going on behind the scenes!
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Hi can i have re men finding out you have a choking kink can i have telling re men u have a choking kink can i ask for their hands on readers neck can i have choking but not too hard can i have a
are you okay????
smut !!

Piers, he was always so gentle and loving with you. Especially in bed, he wouldn't dream of hurting you. He was always asking if you're okay, if he can keep going (he's basically a cutie pie)
He changes his mind when you move his hand to wrap around your throat while he's fucking you at the slow and gentle pace he usually takes. Feeling the way you clench and drool around him, coating his cock in more sweet slick
His lips instinctively speeding up, rutting into you like no tomorrow
After that, he isn't so hesitant to go ahead and apply the pressure. When he gets that reaction from you, why would he be?
"is this okay?"
"can I keep going?"
"fuck, you're so beautiful"

Honestly, you were too scared to tell Carlos that you wanted his hand around your neck. Worried he'd say no, or even shame you for it. It made you feel dirty
It was when he had you kneeling on the bed, doing the same behind you as his fingers worked at your clit, earning keens from you before they stuffed your slick hole
his other hand was occupied at your chest, fingers thumbing and pinching at your puffy nipples, soon his hand starts to wander upwards. The touch feather-light at first, until you can feel it wrapped around your throat
At the same time, his fingers crook up to press at your sweet spot. You clench around him hard, cries of delight spilling from your lips, stars spotting your vision
his fingers tightened around your throat just a bit more, your hole gushing around his digits and spraying them in sweet slick
"damn..you like that, huh?"

Leon already knew that you liked him choking you, using it to his full advantage in bed
He wants your eyes on him? Hand around your neck. he knows it makes the effect of your orgasm increase by a tenfold
Currently, you were on all fours, Leon rutting into you like he'd never get to again. The sound of skin against skin filling the room
His fingers trail up the length of your spine as the fat head of his cock slams meanly against the gooey spot inside you that had you melting beneath him
his digits find their way around your neck, using it as leverage to lean against you, chest flush against your back to deliver the most toe- curling, stomach flipping comments into your ear
His hand momentarily squeezed at your neck, resulting in your walls clamping down on him as if it'd be a tragedy if he pulled out, moans and whines accompanied
"such a dirty fuckin' girl..but all f'me, right?"

You and Chris accidentally discovered this little kink of yours
In missionary, legs hooked over Chris' shoulder as he thrusted into your heat. Hard and slow.
Through the fog that clouded his brain, consumed by pleasure and the need to make your come, he moved his hand
He swears, he meant to place it next to your head. Though, it ended up wrapped around the column of your neck. He didn't even realise until he heard a particularly noisy moan come from underneath him
It was like a switch inside you had been flipped
The way his big, rough hand curled around your neck was nothing short of maddening. A throaty groan gracing Chris' lips as you desperately clenched around him, pleas spilling from your spit coated lips
"please, harder, please"
Instantly, his hips moved in a frenzy with moans coming from the both of you
"oh fuck- could've just asked if that's what you wanted"
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Come on, F1 Teams, give us a silly season worthy of this!
I also just realized that with all the drivers from end 2023 continuing on in 2024, there is
no rookie of the year (unless someone else needs their appendix out...)
all the teams will need to use their reserve drivers for the mandatory rookie in Free Practice quota
#really happy that charles is no longer on this list#i have a feeling val may retire and go full-time into cycling#most keen to see what will happen with carlos and alex#checo not getting a renewal would make things interesting as well#anyway hope f1 delivers#silly season 2024#i have my popcorn ready#formula 1#f1#silly season
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