#new carlos

[sleevebuscemii]

there is still time never kill yourself etc etc

[alexturntable]

The BeReal they were making here

“What is the Spanish version of Charles?” “Carlos”

[snugspheal]

Their comedic timing is everything to me

[wintergreenoreo]

[28ms28]

HAPPY NEW YEAR

(if you wanna spoil your new year further here's all the other parts )

[intheupside]

“i’m sidney crosby and i’m giving a compliment to someone who can play the whole 60 minutes”

[thef1diary]

i feel like team principal!carlos would always be very professional with driver!reader around the paddock. no showing off, only if you have a moment for yourselves in his office or the driver room. discretion is very important for him. he doesn't want people to view you like someone who just sucked his dick to get the job.

but behind closed doors? lord have mercy. the most giving, attentive and caring man. that doesn't mean he doesn't like it rough, he'd do anything for you. you want the princess treatment? done. you want to be treated like a slut? your wish is his command. anything to please you and make you feel good.

i want him so bad😵‍💫

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— I want him so bad too, nonnie! He knows the difficulties of being a driver, esp the media waiting for the smallest mistakes before putting out articles talking down on your character, so he doesn’t burden you with having to worry about your relationship with him in public. In private though…he’s bringing out the needy slut in you. That’s the duality of team principal!carlos 🤭 18+ content below

The moment you step into the paddock, it’s all business. Carlos barely spares you a glance longer than necessary, his demeanor calm and composed. He calls you by your last name in meetings, never straying into anything that could be misconstrued as favouritism. To anyone watching, he’s your team principal—fair, supportive, but strictly professional.

“Good session out there,” he says after a debrief, tone measured. There’s a flicker in his eyes that you catch only if you’re paying close attention, a quiet pride that he can’t fully suppress. It makes your heart race, but you force yourself to nod and keep walking, knowing his discretion is as much for your sake as it is his.

But the truth? The truth lies behind closed doors.

The moment the lock to your hotel room clicks, his professionalism dissolves like smoke. He’s on you instantly, hands cupping your face, your hips, pulling you close as his lips claim yours with a hunger that’s only grown throughout the day. “You’ve been on my mind all morning,” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low, velvety, and laced with need.

Carlos will do anything for you. Whatever you need, whatever it takes to make you feel good, to make you better—he’s more than willing to give it to you.

Stressed before a race? He’ll pull you into your driver’s room, press you against the wall, and slide his fingers inside your cunt, watching every flicker of tension melt away. His words are soft, coaxing, demanding your pleasure. “Focus on me, nena,” he’ll whisper, his thumb circling your clit just right. “Let me take care of you.”

A win? He’s your biggest fan and your most rewarding prize. Later that night, still soaked with champagne, he’ll lean over you while you’re on your hands and knees. He’ll fuck your pretty little cunt until you’re taking every drop of his cum as your reward. “You’ve earned this,” he’ll say, voice thick with pride and lust. “Take it all, hermosa. All for you.”

A bad result? Carlos isn’t cruel, but he believes in consequences, in helping you learn from your mistakes. He’ll pull you over his lap in his office that same night, his voice low and firm as he tells you exactly what you did wrong, sharp slaps alternating between your ass and your cunt punctuating his words. And then, when the next race weekend rolls around, he’ll bend you over his desk and bully his cock into you. So when you’re sitting in the cockpit, waiting for the lights to go out, your cunt is edged beyond limits and insanely sore, reminding you to never repeat the same mistake again. His punishment works beautifully, leading you to win the race, and he finally rewards you with multiple orgasms.

He’s your boss, yes—but in every way that matters, he’s so much more than that. He doesn’t just fulfill your needs; he anticipates them, giving you what you didn’t even know you craved. Sometimes he’s rough, sometimes gentle, but it’s always for you, for your performance, for your pleasure. He knows what you need better than you do, and he’ll always, always make sure you’re taken care of.

send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts about your fave au and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days!

[kolbalissh]

f1 tumblr text posts because i have nothing better to do part 1/?

[flying-fangirls]

Do y'all think Arthur would survive as an NVCR intern?

[beabnormal24]

What F1 rpf Ao3 actually looks like:

Reader: Oh, I was really looking forward to reading a good Charlos today, let’s see-

Ao3: Charlos? You can have a Lestappen with past Charlos!

Reader: uh, that was not-

Ao3: what about a Lestappen with Charles cheating on Carlos?

Reader: alright, maybe I should change ship entirely. Oh, look at that! The Dando tag has a new fic, I am so excited… and it’s a-

Ao3: a Lestappen fic with side Dando!

Reader: look, Lestappen is really good, I agree, but today I was in the mood for something else. Perhaps if I ask you for a Simi one? Do you have that?

Ao3: Lestappen with side Simi?

Reader: just Simi!

Ao3: oooh, I get it, Lestappen with mentioned Simi!

Reader: oh my God, look- let’s put it like this, do you have a Maxiel, maybe? You should!

Ao3: of course, here it is, a good Maxiel for you

Reader: thank God!

Ao3: and it’s endgame Lestappen!

Reader: FUCK!

[kazooace]

f1 as textposts part 1..

[leclercari]

SINCARAZ CALENDAR SLAM BABY

[w2nv]

Everyone tells you abt how weird Cecil is and yadda yadda but no one prepares you for Carlos I feel. Hes a marine biologist who moved to a desert. It took him a near death experience to ask his crush out. He took theatre in college. He came on radio. He spends hour choreographing TikTok dances. After being trapped 10 yrs in a desert otherworld they write an entire book abt him learning to let go after causing horrific consequences due to his studies on it to then make him IN PODCAST open a portal to that same otherworld and the only thing he can think while horrifying consequences are happening AGAIN is trying to perfectly describe the sound it makes. He stashes illegal writing utensils. He did throat surgery on himself. His idea of science is mixing bubbling coloured liquids and saying hmmm a lot. Everyone wants him. He’s a great dad. His middle name is Dave

[artemispt]

[emchante]

mind fuck - c. sainz series - mdni

it started a while ago.

your hypnotherapist was a lovely man, you couldn't have asked for anyone better. that's how you and carlos met. he was a decent amount older, but you kept contact even after your sessions were up. and then, that's how the relationship came to be. the age gap was frowned upon and some people thought it was just.. weird to date your hypnotherapist. carlos put those thoughts at ease though, he knew hypno after all.

suddenly.. it changed. you don't know when it happened, hell you were certain carlos made sure of that. sometimes it would go blank, and suddenly you'd be back. carlos next to you, smiling softly. you had nothing to suspect at first, nothing at all.

but then, it happened. all it took was one word...

one word and you're on your knees, sticking your tongue out like a dumb whore with your eyes rolling back and salivating for his cock to fill your mouth.

one word and you're spreading your legs and holding your pussy open, letting anyone who's around watch how it's gaping, how you're clenching around nothing but the air, begging for it to be filled.

one word and you're moving to carlos' leg desperately rutting against it like a bitch in heat, whining as you have your tongue stuck out just like a dog.

one word and you're suddenly aroused, panties soaked. carlos often uses it when you're in public, so you have to walk around like a horny, flushed mess as you don't know whats happening.

one word and you're cumming. right on the spot. carlos uses the word constantly, even if it doesn't fit properly in the sentence. overstimulating you from just one simple word.

one word is all it takes for him to own you.

[fairylando]

they look like the two romantic leads meeting at a party, specifically at the *looks at scribbles on her hand*... smooth operator lounge !