#tp!carlos

[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!

[shitapril]

saw those pictures of carlos and yeah this happened

[f1amboyant]

this always gives me tp carlos vibes for some reason

yes, yes, yes! tp!carlos vibes are through the roof in this one. and it gets me thinking 🤔 what about 👀 tp!carlos at mclaren 🧡 and rookie oscar piastri getting into the grid ✨ what if, what if, what if 👀 i'm just saying, i would totally be here for that dynamic 🌶️

do you see the vision? ✨

[pia55tri]

Four incredible years at Ferrari 🌶❤ (F1, 2024)

[janesurlife]

Wishing what could have been if Carlos was still his teammate

[stickybowl]

Operationally also a bit less because I am not a team principal. I am not someone that can manage a team. I don’t have the skill set at least not yet at this age.

[whewchilly]

Most likely to become a Team Principal after they retire?

[charles-leclerc-official]

I truly believe that the media have a dart board to decide where they are saying Carlos or Newey are going each week.

[torturingpeople]

felt compelled to post this in lieu of some Developments. thank you @staring-at-my-keyboard for letting carlo seduce harper. cant wait for harper to figure out carlo hates his son <3

[driveitlikesebastianvettelwould]

Um I was not just forced to see Mattee Binono spew BS about Seb. In front of my salad. Not you. Not one of the people largely responsible for stabbing Seb in the back in 2019-2020???? Not the clown that continued to make jabs at Seb even in 2021 and 2022. The AUDACITY.

[maxcuntstappen]

Yo just gonna put this out there. Fred not taking responsibility for the strategy fuck up being the reason for Carlos’ horrendous race is a very bad sign for the future

[formulahs]

its actually great that james consonants is rocking his knockoff toto wolff bullshit cuz if my ick for him grows the right amount i can be free from the urge to kinda root for williams next year

[f1amboyant]

Wait omg omg remember that cycling post of carlos, i think it’s a dump (i dont remember 😭) BUT it’s where his ah cycling shirt?? top?? Is freaking open like why u showing off ur chest huh ��� and the CHEST STRAPS!!

I died when i saw that and i think osc will too. Imagine osc just peacefully going thru insta and boom his tp just casually slutting on main.

Where's the pic, anon? WHERE'S THE PIC, ANON?? 😵‍💫

All I could find was this one:

If there's another one with his bare chest showing, I would very much like to see (if anyone has it, pretty please? 🥺 👉👈)

And Oscar? Oscar would absolutely die. It's bad enough when he can see through the shirt. But now he can see it all?? Just like that??? He would just die. Also, if he sees this on social media, he immediately gets ultra jealous. He doesn't realize at first why. He thinks he is jealous of Carlos and that doesn't make sense to him. But he's actually jealous of all the other people seeing this too. Carlos belongs to Oscar. No one should see him like this.

[pia55tri]

"Only you would be able to break a bone playing padel."

Oscar glanced up, a scoff in his throat. "Are you making fun of me?"

Carlos cocked his head, his thick brows scrunching up in confusion. "No?"

Oscar rolled his eyes and leant back against the wall. He waved carelessly to the side and Carlos took it as his cue to duck into his driver's room, shutting the door behind him.

"How are you feeling?"

Oscar's lips quirked. "Not too bad. But not too good either." His chest felt a bit tender when he leant in one direction for too long. He'd hardly realised he'd broken something, really, until he'd taken his shirt off in front of Carlos and Carlos had gasped at the bruising.

Carlos smiled sympathetically. "Cleared to race though, no?" he asked, like being allowed to race was the important part here. It was, to Oscar. But he was certain his mother and his doctor would have a differing opinion on it.

"Yeah." He looked up at Carlos from underneath his eyelashes. "Can't let you get a bigger gap on me, can I?"

"Well," Carlos grinned charmingly, "it's not really up to you, no?"

Oscar laughed, then groaned as the motion seemed to jostle something. Carlos touched his face gently, hushing him.

"Painkillers?"

"Later," Oscar huffed. He reached up, twisting his hands into the collar of Carlos's obnoxiously Ferrari red hoodie, and tugged him down. He pressed his mouth hard against Carlos's, pulled back, and waited until Carlos got with the program and kissed him quite nicely.

"I'll need to leave for free practice soon," Carlos murmured.

Oscar tightened his grip. "I can't believe you're telling me you're leaving me when I'm all broken here," he huffed.

Carlos laughed breathily. "You're not fragile, muñeco. Just a little...chipped."

"Chipped," Oscar muttered. "It was a clean break."

"Mm," agreed Carlos. He lifted his arm away from Oscar's waist to get a look at his watch. Oscar batted it away and dragged Carlos's face back down to him.

"Later," he said, firmly.

Carlos's fingers skated along the back of his neck, then up into the mess of his hair. A sigh spilt from Oscar's mouth.

"Okay, muñeco. Later."

[janesurlife]

[stickybowl]

team principal carlos at audi signing oscar who leaves mclaren after a distasteful partnership with lando hmmmm