#this could be more deranged if i let it steep but i am having brainworms i fear

[shalomniscient]

i’ve been fed f1 propaganda by my pinterest and now all i can think about is f1 au arlecchino [nsft utc]

racer!arle who’s been your rival for over a decade, whom you’ve known since she was just a gangly child with a terrible haircut and dark circles under her eyes. racer!arle who’s the golden child of the track, the prized prodigial daughter of her mother and the media’s favorite rising star. racer!arle who wins, and wins, and wins. racer!arle who’s the only one who can ever get in your way. racer!arle who always stands on the damn podium one step higher above you, and yet she could care less about the thousand-dollar bottle of champagne in her hands.

racer!arle who knows her real prize is having you above her in her hotel room later, speared on her cock and riding her until desire burns like fuel in her veins. racer!arle who knows that her hands fit better around your waist than any bottle of bubbly she could ever win. racer!arle who’s always ahead, but at least like this, buried deep in your cunt, she wants you to come first. racer!arle who never lets anyone catch up to her—but maybe, just maybe, this time she wants you to.