#f1 Hungary

[oscarloscarr]

'i wish you'd talk'

a carcar short au✨️ written hastily😓 (inspired by 'talk talk' by charlie xcx)

“Your Hungarian Grand Prix Winner, Oscar Piastri! Give a big applause and raise your glass for him, everyone!” the DJ from the booth speaks his name, and Oscar just smiles at the crowd who cheered.

The club is crowded, and Lando is gone probably searching for something (or someone). George and Alex are probably talking about Fernando, who was throwing a tantrum because the FIA guessed him as Brad Pitt, while Charles and Pierre are talking about the Olympics (they are curious to swim at the Seine).

And then there is this guy, who looks so good. Wearing his baby blue linen shirt, hair flipped like it came out from the salon, and face sculpted like Greek Gods. Ferrari does have the best-looking driver line-up.

“Enjoying your view, Oscar?” he said and rolled his ‘R’.

Well, of course. “Nope, you covered my view.”

The man chuckled and took a sip from his glass, “Sorry for that,” and he leaned back to the sofa.

“I was just kidding, Carlos. Just sit like you were,” the younger turned to him.

Oscar instantly regretted that he turned to Carlos because now he looked right into Carlos’ eyes. Beautiful eyes.

For the past few months, both of them have been spending some time together. After the Miami Grand Prix (where all collided), it’s either Carlos going to the McLaren accommodation or meeting at a local restaurant where nobody recognized them while eating delicacies and talking. It’s only both of them, and they found some similarities between them (both have the same race engineer at McLaren, little white dogs, used to drive for Arden) and then so many differences (too much, but they agreed on some discussions).

Carlos is not complicated, he thought. But Carlos has so many layers like cakes. And Oscar finds it very comforting because Carlos has nothing to hide other than his burger restaurant in Madrid.

“Okay, campeón,” Carlos moves closer to Oscar. It felt so right.

When the night gets much darker and slowly turns to dawn, Oscar gets drunker and drunker because Pierre has secretly bought so many kinds of alcohol.

“Carlos,” he nudges Carlos’ shoulder.

“Yes, Oscar?”

“Can we go home?” his eyes begged because Oscar was knackered.

Carlos nodded, “Let’s go,” he helped Oscar to get up and held his waist to stabilize the younger.

Charles looks confused at his teammate, and Carlos just looks at him. “Gotta give him a lift, I’m not drunk.”

The man nodded, “Yes, please. We don’t even know where’s Lando or George. I’ll be with Pierre.”

“Okay, I’ll get going,” said Carlos while Oscar was deep in his sleep on Carlos’ neck.

“Be safe, and don’t–

“I’ll be on the speed limit, Charles,” he smiles at his teammate and walks to the exit.

While waiting for the car, Oscar is sniffing Carlos like he is trying to know what is the smell. “Kid, you’re not a dog,” Carlos chuckled.

“You smelled like rich people, Carlos,” he mumbled. Oscar is rich from his Formula 1 paycheck, but he doesn't smell like Carlos.

“Thanks,” the car arrived and Carlos helped Oscar to get into the passenger seat of his red Ferrari, and he even made Oscar wear the seatbelt.

Throughout the journey, Oscar is only mumbling, and Carlos blames it on Pierre and his choice of alcohol.

“Carlos?”

“Yes, Oscar?”

“I wish you’d talk,”

“Talk about what?”

“Talk to me,”

“About what?”

“Wish you’d just talk to me,”

“Oscar, you’re drunk–

“Talk to me in Spanish, talk to me, just talk, Carlos.”

If Carlos doesn’t remember that they’re on the road somewhere, he probably instantly breaks.

“Just talk to me, Carlos,” Oscar keeps mumbling from his sleep, but somehow he finds Carlos’ thigh and rests his hand there.

Carlos is trying to focus on the road, but he replies nervously, “Sí, sí. ¿De qué quieres hablar, mi pequeño koala?”

He only sighed and fell deep in his sleep, looking like a kid.

And yes, Carlos held Oscar's hand that was still on his thigh. Tightly.

[courtorkourt]

f1 men are so fine

[vegancyclistscommando]

Ezúton szeretném közölni, hogy a krv anyjt minden Budapest felett repkedő helikopteres bunkónak meg úgy általában a bolygógyilkos Forma 1 versenynek. Csináljátok otthon, a 4 fal között, de nem az én adómból!!!.....................😇🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

[not-another-side-blog]

Hungarian GP, a brief summary:

[foreverfearlessred]

real f1 is back. Max going airborne wheel-to-wheel racing Lewis. team orders up and down the grid, some being followed and some not. Brocedes reunion. Max complaining and fighting over the radio. McLaren fucking up and their drivers bearing the brunt of the fuck up. emotional blackmail over the radio. Alpine retiring a car. Ferrari tractor. Charles ‘the tyre whisperer’ Leclerc.

[pucksandpower]

This has to be one of the most subdued (if not the most subdued) post-first Grand Prix win radios I’ve ever heard.

I am so disappointed in McLaren for overshadowing what should have been one of the happiest days in Oscar’s life — one that every F1 driver has dreamed of since they were young kids in karts and worked tirelessly towards for years — due to a colossal strategy fuck up for the ages.

Comparing this to Lando’s first win makes my heart hurt. Oscar deserved to experience that pure unbridled joy too 💔

[formulaocean]

Nico Rosberg talking about Checo’s mental health, how important a driver’s mentality can be, how it would be stupid to put a rookie in the other red bull, how Hulk has deserved better cars than he got and Hulkstappen friendship, how Hungary has always been one of Lewis’s favourite tracks and talking about his records once again, how he only calls James Vowles by his surname because that’s how James referred to him, how he’s consistently praising drivers rather than criticising them (especially George).

Real F1 commentary is back. Here’s hoping we see more of him this weekend!

[vettelsvee]

LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS

[piastris]

and now you are the winner.

[finifugue]

Mark Webber. Mark Webber what are your thoughts on this. Mark Webber please give me your thoughts on this. Please Mark Webber ple

[f1archives]

Oscar Piastri with his trophy after the race - Hungary, 2024

[23victoria]

slow motion

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut (wrap it before you tap it), cussing, fluff, i think that’s it

authors note: it’s been a min so i need to get something out to you guys!! hope it’s not bad and ignore any typos! ALSO SO PROUD OF OSCAR!!! HE DESERVED THATS WIN!! LOVE HIM SM!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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“What the fuck, why would they do that?!”

The frustration coursed through you as McLaren’s decision to box Lando first flashed across the screen. Oscar was leading the race, on the brink of his first victory, and yet they chose to pit Lando first. It didn’t make any sense. Every nerve in your body was on edge as you watched the race unfold. The radio messages about switching positions were maddening. It felt like McLaren was orchestrating the race rather than letting it happen naturally.

Finally, when the order came for Lando to let Oscar through, you felt a mixture of relief and lingering irritation. This was Oscar’s moment, his hard-fought victory, but the team’s strategy had cast a shadow over it, making it seem as if it was a gift rather than something he had earned.

When it was time for the podium celebration, your heart swelled with pride. Watching Oscar spray the champagne, his face illuminated with joy, was everything you had dreamed of. The crowd’s cheers echoed in your ears, and you could hardly contain your excitement. He had done it. He had won his first F1 race, and you were bursting with happiness for him.

After the celebrations, you and Oscar are on the way to the hotel. "McLaren needs to get their stuff together," you told him, shaking your head. "They almost ruined it with their strategy. But you, babe, you were amazing out there. You earned that victory."

Oscar smiled, a tired but satisfied look on his face. "Thank you. I can't wait to go home and sleep."

You shook your head playfully. "Oh no, we have dinner tonight. We're celebrating, sorry not sorry."

He groaned, half-jokingly. "Can't we just stay in?"

"Absolutely not," you insisted, laughing. "We're going to have a nice dinner, drink, dance, and celebrate your victory properly."

The dinner party was a nice turnout. Friends and fellow racers gathered around, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and congratulations. You and Oscar mingled, shared drinks, and danced, reveling in the celebratory mood. Laughter and cheers filled the air, making the night unforgettable.

On the way to the hotel in the car, you couldn’t keep your hands off Oscar. The excitment from the victory was still coursing through both of you, and your desire for him was at an all-time high. You leaned in, kissing his neck softly at first, then more urgently, as your hands roamed over his chest. He tilted his head back, giving you better access as you whispered dirty words into his ear, your breath hot against his skin.

"You're so amazing, Oscar," you murmured, your voice low and seductive. "I can't wait to get you back to the hotel."

He groaned softly, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're driving me crazy, Y/N."

"Sit on the bed," you instructed him, a mischievous glint in your eye.

As soon as you reached the hotel room, you pushed him inside, locking the door behind you. "Sit on the bed," you instructed, your voice commanding yet playful.

Oscar obeyed, his gaze never leaving yours. You slowly began to undress, swaying your hips seductively as you removed each piece of clothing. His eyes followed every movement, his breath hitching as you revealed more of your skin.

Clad only in your lingerie, you straddled his lap, feeling his arousal pressing against you. You ground your hips against him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. Your hands roamed over his chest, teasing and caressing as you kissed him deeply, your tongue exploring his mouth.

He reached out to touch you, but you pushed his hands away playfully. "Not yet," you teased, moving his hands to his sides as you continued to dance for him. You could feel his arousal growing beneath you, adding to the heat between you.

Finally, you couldn't take it any longer. You pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him, your hands deftly unzipping his pants. You kissed his neck, nibbling on his skin as your hands roamed his body, teasing and tantalizing.

You pushed him back onto the bed, crawling over him with a mischievous glint in your eye. Your fingers deftly unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. You kissed down his chest, trailing your lips lower and lower until you reached his hard length. You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't reach.

Oscar's hands tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as he groaned with pleasure. "Fuck baby, that feels so good," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.

You slowly sucked his cock, taking your time to pleasure him until he was teetering on the edge. Then, you pulled back kissing his tip, climbing back up to straddle his hips. You guided him inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation. You moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him filling you completely. Then, you began to ride him harder, your movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure built between you.

Oscar's hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he helped guide your movements. You rode him slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him filling you completely. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, your moans mingling with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You leaned down to kiss him, your lips meeting his in a passionate embrace. Your tongues danced together, the kiss deepening as your bodies moved in perfect harmony. You felt his muscles tense beneath you, his breath hot against your mouth as he groaned with pleasure.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer as you continued to move together.

You began to ride him harder, your hips moving with increasing urgency. The friction between your bodies was intoxicating, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Oscar's hands moved to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, Oscar suddenly flipped you onto your back, taking control. He thrust into you with a new intensity, his movements faster and harder than before. The change in angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you cry out his name.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss as he drove into you. "You're mine," he growled against your mouth, his voice raw with passion. "Every inch of you."

"Yes, Osc," you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I'm yours. Always."

His pace quickened, his hips slamming into yours with a relentless rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. His name fell from your lips in a litany of pleasure as he brought you closer and closer to the brink.

"Come for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice a low, sexy growl in your ear.

His words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, a powerful orgasm ripping through you. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him. Oscar followed soon after, his own release hitting him hard. He buried his face in your neck, groaning your name as he filled you with his warmth.

You lay there together, your bodies entwined, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from the high. Oscar gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice tender.

"I love you too, baby," you replied, pulling him into a soft, lingering kiss.

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[papaya-twinks]

hungary feels - l.n

Warnings: Smut, 18+, threesome, choking, anal (?), blowjob

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader x Oscar Piastri

A/N - I had some very detailed requests for this one so I’m trying to incorporate all of them you filthy little melons. Also never getting over how just downright manly oscar looks here 👇

Lando was pissed and Oscar was happy. It was majorly hard to know whether to celebrate or not, seeming as both of them had mixed feelings, and neither were all too keen on being near each other. Lando was the first one to come to you, his hand wrapping round your wrist and dragging you to his room. 

“Lando,” you gasped as he quite literally ripped your skirt off, the material coming off in your hand in two pieces as he threw it away, not making any reaction as he pressed his tongue between your legs. You gasped at the feeling - you’d removed your panties earlier, having seen what was going on with Lando and Oscar switching, and you knew something was definitely gonna happen. 

A whine left your lips as his tongue pressed to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he dipped his finger into your entrance, your back arching as he curled his finger. His other hand came to removed his race suit, pushing it down as he cock sprung hard into his hand, his other hand deep inside of you as you moaned, his nose rubbing against your clit. 

“God,” Oscar muttered, the Aussie walking in behind you as he set the trophy down. The sight in front of him, you with your legs thrown over Lando’s shoulder, his face buried between your legs and his fingered pumping in and out of you fast. Lando didn’t look up at the voice, but you could feel him tense between your legs. 

Lando stood up, still not casting any glances to Oscar behind him as the Aussie walked forwards, standing behind you. Your eyes were focused on Oscar as Lando pressed against you, immediately rocking his hips fast, your moans loud and lewd as Oscar’s eyes darkened, the bulge between his legs growing by the second.  

Your eyes were directly locked on Oscar as Lando buried his head on the crook of your neck, Oscar’s gazed fixed firmly on the pair of you, Lando’s hips speeding up to slam into your body, your thighs rocking with each movement, your gasp and moans weakened by Lando nipping at your neck and collarbone, his fangs bared as he grazed over your skin with his teeth.

What you didn’t expect was for Lando to be pulled back from you by Oscar, or for his eyes to be red with tears. “Lando…” you trailed off, the older man pulled with his back against the Aussie’s chest. Lando looked down, his lashes clinging together with tears, his lip quivering as Oscar moved him beside you, his body pressed to the bed as you frowned. 

Oscar was silent, moving you to sit on the floor and push Lando onto his hand and knees as the boy whimpered, his eyes red. “Oscar,” you said quietly, “what are you doing?”. He hummed for a second before turning to you. “Giving him what he deserved,”. 

His words were vague and didn’t make much sense as he moved you to lay under Lando, the Brit firmly on his hand and knees as Oscar took the tube of lube from the drawer, sliding it along his length as Lando whimpered. You knew what Oscar was trying to do as his hand came between Lando’s legs to push his cock between your lips, a whine leaving Lando’s lips. 

You heard him inhale sharply as your lips wrapped round his length, Oscar simultaneously pushing against Lando, sinking into him as Lando groaned. “Oscar…” Lando whined, his voice lisping slightly as Oscar rocked his body slowly, one of Oscar’s hand pressing to Lando’s lower back, the other one wrapping into his curls. 

“You ran such a good race, Lan,” Oscar muttered, his hips rocking in and out of Lando, the Brit’s face full of pleasure and overstimulation, your head bobbing up and down on Lando’s length, his arms shaking slightly. “I wanted to win,” he whimpered, a sigh leaving Oscar’s lips. 

“I know, Lan,” Oscar mumbled, reaching down to stroke your jaw, your cheek bulging with Lando’s cock in your mouth, your eyes welling with tears from how deep he was, but not moving, focused solely on the man above you. “Close,” Lando mumbled his body rocked with each movement.

Your lips were still wrapped round Lando’s length, Lando moving his lips to press his lips between your legs, tongue flicking against your clit as you moaned against his cock, both of your whines and pants pressing into each other as Oscar grunted, his body rocking in and out of Lando.

“Look how good you are,” Oscar said, his voice am octave deeper than usual, his cheeks flushed bright pink as Lando moaned against your thighs, sending vibrations into your body as you wriggled against him. “Making Y/N feel good too, yeah?”, Oscar carried on coaxing the pair of you, Lando’s hips jutting slightly into your mouth as you gagged slightly, eyes wide at the feeling.

“There you go,” Oscar mumbled, “that’s it, let go f’me,”. Your own orgasm followed, Lando’s lips and cheek splayed with remnants of your release as you gasped, your hips bucking uncontrollably as Lando held you down with the hilt of his hand, Oscar’s groans both lewd and lustful.

You didn’t care that Lando had cum inside your mouth, his body shaking as Oscar’s orgasm followed, your mouth full to the brim as he pulled out, Oscar’s hand pulling your body out the way as he held Lando on his lap, stroking the Brit gently. “You did so well,” Oscar mumbled, “you’ll win next time, won’t you?”. 

[argentinagp]

LEWIS HAMILTON 200TH PODIUM

[u-u-piastri81]

[sixdegreesofbali]

I see a lot of Max fans being critical towards him for today and I'm not saying that you can't be critical of him, but maybe we should actually start to think about why he's so damn angry and frustrated?

I know Max comes across as if nothing ever affects him, but let's remember all of the drama RBR has been through pretty much since the passing of Mateschitz, but especially in the past few months. Besides the power struggles and whatnot, do you think it's easy for him to try and handle his father and his boss being at each other's throats all the time? Both of them being in the RBR garage? Seeing their star designer leave in the midst of it all? Seeing their advantage completely disappearing in the span of a few months time? Having to carry the team on his back because the car is just not performing and he has no teammate to help him out either?

Then whenever he gets into an incident the entire world seems to turn against him. No matter if he's at fault or not. Not to mention FIA or the public never seeming to give a fuck whenever someone makes dodgy moves against him, but when he does it he gets penalties and hit pieces.

Then when he can usually at least rely on good strategy even that is letting him down right now.

He's been keeping it together very well up until now and has handled everything with class, patience and maturity. But he's only human and at some point things will start to catch up to him.

Yes, maybe was too angry and frustrated today, but I honestly feel like we should regard him with a bit more sympathy and understanding instead of judgement.

Mental health is a thing for everyone. Even Max.