#formula 1 ship

[oscar-pasta-tree]

I was the hero, but you get the glory

Now I’m the villain inside of you story

I was the saint, you used to adore me

Now I’m the villain inside of your story

- Hero, David Kushner

[folkloresthings]

hello!! congrats on 1k! it is so well deserved - your work is truly amazing <3

i love the idea of jane eyre for the prompts, and i was hoping to request one?

i would like to be shipped with an f1 driver (Male preference)

i am not very outgoing at first but once you get ti know me and i feel comfortable around you i will be very outgoing and talkative - and my friends say im funny but i don’t fully believe them lol. i love reading, crocheting, and listening to music - especially on vinyl records. i love silly romcoms, and action/thriller movies - weird combo but i need both sides of my brain to itched, if you know what i mean <3

thank you to the moon and back 🫶🫶🫶🫶

thank you sweet anon!

i ship you with: charles leclerc! he’d find your quiet nature really appealing when you first meet, but the second he sees the other side of you? maybe when he meets your friends for the first time, he’s head over heels in love. buys you all the books you want, and reads them to you as you crochet your latest creation (he’s asked for multiple scarves and bags). i feel like he’d have a vinyl collection, lots of old music, and puts them on when you’re just pottering around the house. rom—com lover charles!!! he knows every word to notting hill. but he likes that he can watch thrillers with you too and pretend to be a little more macho.

[pierregazly]

so in love ꨄ charles leclerc

charles leclerc x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, p in v - no protection, charles is in love, charles doesn't shut up when he's horny [1008 words]

request: 🌶 Could you write prompt 17 with Charles Leclerc, please [17. “What’s wrong?  Why’d you stop?”  “Nothing’s wrong.  I just wanted to take a second to admire how beautiful you are.”]

The smell of sex wafted throughout the room. The fan running above your bodies did little to erase the sheen of sweat that had begun glittering across yours and Charles’ bodies. The sounds of skin against skin, grunts into the open air, it was intoxicating, it was all you could focus on.

Charles was insatiable. Had been since his win. All he could think about, all he wanted, was to feel himself pressed against you, inside of you. By all means, you were his favourite drug. He had practically begged you to let him bend you over in his driver’s room after the race. Then barely even gave you any time to recuperate once you were in his car, on the way back to the hotel. 

His hands had only left you to drive, and even then, one was still running up your leg, dangerously close to where your own body was yearning for him, practically soaking through your clothes because of the teasing movements of his hands.

His body craved yours more than it craved anything. But his mind, his heart? They just simply craved you. The way you smiled up at him from below the podium, the way you were always the first person on his brain when he woke up, and the last thing he thought about before he went to sleep. He craved everything about you, everything about your relationship. You were all he wanted.

It’s what always made things so much more intimate with him. The way he loved you transcended into his every action. It didn’t matter if the night was supposed to be about him, Charles always found a way to turn it around to make it about you.

Just like tonight.

His nose was pressed into the junction between your neck and shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses to the bare skin. Soft moans fell from your lips when you felt his teeth scratch against the sensitive skin of your neck, an inevitable mark forming from his actions.

Charles’ hips rutted against yours gently, his hardened member stretching your wet heat deliciously. You could feel him mumbling into your neck, his warm breath coasting across your skin, prompting goosebumps to jump to the surface as a shiver wracked throughout your body.

“So fuckin’ perfect, f’me. So beautiful, merde. Takin’ me so well. God, so incredible. Wish we could stay like this forever,” he groaned. 

He was practically delirious as he mumbled words into your neck, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pressed his hips deeper into yours, hitting spots inside of you that had you crying out for him.

Pulling himself up and onto his elbows, his eyes locking on yours. Looking up at him questioningly as his lower body halted its ministrations. 

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?”

Shaking his head at you, he used one arm to hold himself up as he ran a thumb down the side of your cheek, across your lips, down your neck. You couldn’t contain the goosebumps that continued to litter your skin from his actions.

“Nothing’s wrong.  I just wanted to take a second to admire how beautiful you are.”

Your cheeks instantly heated, the adoration so evident in his eyes as he smiled softly down at you.

“Oh, Cha… hush,” you giggled, slapping at his shoulder. He leaned down to press his lips to yours, his hand now delicately holding your cheek.

Pulling away from you, he flopped over onto his back, tugging on your hand as he directed for you to climb on top of him. He loved watching you ride him, loved watching as you threw your head back in pleasure, or when you would grasp his thighs, your unrelenting grip always causing his hips to stutter in pleasure.

To put it simply, he loved just being able to look at you. Loved being able to make eye contact with you, being able to connect your fingers. Loved being able to see how much you loved him, in the most intimate form.

You did as he directed, climbing on top of him and sinking down on his cock. The stretch caused your eyes to close in pleasure, tipping your head back as a small sigh left your lips. Charles’ own sounds of pleasure mixed with yours, his hands instantly gripping onto your waist as he pulled you down harder.

“Fuckin’ love watching you ride me, merde,” he swore.

His thumb pressed against the hood of your clit, rubbing against the sensitive nub as you whimpered at his actions. The mixture of him rubbing your clit alongside the feeling of him stretching you out pushed you to move your hips faster, craving the feeling that was slowly beginning in the pit of your stomach. 

You could feel the pleasure growing, Charles’ fingers never leaving your clit as he guided your hips with his unoccupied hand. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way your hips moved, the way your head was tipped back; revealing the darkened marks he had littered against your neck earlier in the night. A small smirk grew on his lips when he realized you were getting close, his own orgasm creeping up on him.

The sounds you were making increased, your hips stuttering against his.

“Gonna cum f’me, pretty? Gonna soak my cock? Wanna cum with you, baby. Wanna fill up this pretty pussy,” he practically cooed his words, bucking his hips upwards so his cock hit the spot inside of you that had you crying out for him.

Your upper body snapped forward as your hands hit his shoulder. Charles’ own hips stuttered as he began to empty himself inside of you, continuing to rub his fingers against your clit, guiding you through your own moment of pleasure.

Slapping his hand away, you allowed your body to drop lightly onto his, attempting to regain your breath. Charles wrapped his now-free hands around your back, pressing his lips against your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Je t’aime, mon cœur,” he whispered.

“Je t’aime aussi, mon amour.”

i don't know what to say!!! but what i want to say isn't appropriate!!! hope y'all enjoy this

[lestappen-inchident]

Alex: I’m cold.

George: Here, take my jacket.

Charles: I’m cold.

Max: What? [takes off jacket] I told you to wear more layers but of course you didn’t listen and now [piling scarves on him] look, I need to make sure you don’t FREEZE to death and [grabs Sergio’s hat and puts it on Charles] how long have you been cold you should’ve said something sooner.

[poscariastri]

any race can be your home race if youre oscar piastri

[red-prince]

ESPN I was not familiar with your game

[eterniravioli]

big fan of the way max and charles constantly specify that they’re racing each other “mclaren and max were fast” “mclaren and charles have pace” they want us to know they only rate each other sooo badly

[kolbalissh]

spreading my carcar agenda

[peoplesprincessgeorge]

landoscar + text posts = true

[caprifiles]

well...

[oscar-pasta-tree]

I'd like to know what's your favourite and your guilty pleasure ship on the grid! Go on girls (ungendered) show me

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

[tetheredbysin]

WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT "if not him, kevin will destroy me"??? alex albon is scared of hulk's scary husband confirmed.

[lovelylotusf1]

Nico H. would take Carlos to a deserted island because he thinks that Carlos can cook.

Translated by yours truly :D

[skitskatdacat63]

"Fernando" S1E4 - Fernando Alonso & Carlos Sainz Sr.

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Since people are talking about GP/Bryan…do you think they might accidentally bring their work home with them?

In the sense like how sometimes kindergarten teachers accidentally use their teacher voice on their partners or their friends?

Imagine:

-In the middle of sex-

Bryan: You’re doing a good job. Continue like this. Keep it up.

GP: ….

Bryan: ….

GP: If you call me Charles I’m going home.