#checkered flags

[markonpark]

Etsy, MARKonPARK: Love, Judy. Undated vintage promotional photo of Miss Beech Ridge (Motor Speedway, Scarborough, ME).

[lqvestruckk]

Jadzia, The trill with seven life times of knowledge, not understanding how she's losing at chess

Ben, who's been eating the pieces while she's not looking:

(Reference)

[iikobsukekun]

Sighh

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[astrollacium15]

Posted all my Magic Mountain moodboards, moving onto Cedar Point now

Here’s one I made for the original Top Thrill Dragster 🏁🔥

[lgbtqtext]

Requested by jackmythix

[leclerrari]

[themissingmango]

Celebrating the release of Drive to Survive S7 with some memorable moments + favorite quotes! 🏁🏎️💨

[redclercs]

— or, the one where mick prefers the dress off of you.

✤ requested as part of the lavender haze event!

✤ mick schumacher x fem reader, prompts used: “against the window, are you insane?” + "leave the heels on"

✤ warnings: lowecarse intended, smut, mdni!! semi-public sex, unprotected sex, piv, bit of sir kink ig? creampie, no aftercare, per usual, don't take this as an example and be smart about having sex y'all. 1.2k words

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the moment mick saw you with the dress on, he wanted to take it off you. not in a bad, overly possessive way, although it did occur to him that if he was looking at you like that, some of the other guests in this wedding would too.

who in their right mind had thought of giving the bridesmaids such a deep cleavage? mick couldn’t even begin to guess. his brain was swarmed with other thoughts.

“what?” you ask, your hands already on their way to cover your breasts. “it’s not too much, is it?”

mick shrugs in return, shaking his head. “definitely not.”

“you’re a shit liar,” you retort, eyeing yourself in the full-body mirror one last time. “let’s go loverboy, I don’t want to make a late entrance.”

although usually annoyed by the nickname, mick doesn’t give it a second thought as he follows you out of the room, where he wishes he could stay for the rest of the day, filling it with your whines and soft moans.

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you finally notice mick’s discomfort during cocktail hour. the bride and the groom are somewhere in the venue taking pictures and you’re left behind with the rest of the guests to catch your breath, and leave your boyfriend breathless.

“what’s gotten into you?” you ask mick, taking the short glass of amber liquid out of his hand. his other palm is drawing circles against your hip bone, almost leaving a hole in the fabric that hugs your figure perfectly.

"what do you mean?" he asks, already extending arm to recover the drink. his mouth is dry, and his tongue feels like sandpaper.

you click your tongue, still keeping the glass away from him. "you're so tense, and while i don't hate it, you've been practically groping me all day. in front of everyone."

your boyfriend clears his throat and stares at you for the millionth time that evening. "it's the damn dress, y/n seriously, whose idea was it?"

you laugh, before noticing he's being serious. "seven other girls are wearing this dress, mick."

"i don't care about the other seven girls, they're not the ones giving me an issue."

you raise your eyebrows at him. he's actually acting like a horny teenager in the middle of one of your closest friend's wedding.

and you like it. it thrills you to know you have this effect on him, so you caress the back of his neck with your perfectly manicured nails, the color matches your dress perfectly.

"seriously y/n," mick is gritting his teeth and turning back to the bar, to hide the lower part of his body against the mahogany.

this time you laugh audibly, and to mick's mortification a few of the guests and the bartender turn their heads in your direction.

"come on loverboy, let me help you." you wink, making your way out of the bar.

your heels create an echo through the empty room. the old mansion in which the party is taking place has many unused spaces that you discovered yesterday with mick, so now you're putting them to use.

mick shuts the door behind him, and after the lock clicks, scarce seconds pass before his hands are all over you. you didn't even hear him move.

your world comes down to tongues and teeth, and his fingers pressing and grabbing against the skin the dress leaves exposed. your hand finds its way to his crotch, he's already so hard it must be painful to keep it in his pants.

"you're so hot," mick keeps repeating like a mantra, "you're driving me crazy."

you smile against his lips, fingers already working the belt of his trousers. "this is crazy."

you want mick, you always want mick. but the idea of doing having snuck out of the wedding just to fuck him while people might be looking for you has you wanting him in a way that's overwhelming. you have never done this before, with him or with anyone else.

the moment your dress comes off, you gasp. to be fair, you expected mick to work his way up your legs, moving the fine fabric to the side, not just have you naked in the middle of the room, with your bare ass against a leather cushion.

"leave the heels on," he commands, getting rid of his suit jacket. his pants are already halfway down his legs.

"yes sir," you're only half-mocking him, but you notice the way his eyes darken at what you just called him, and you know you've unlocked a new part of your boyfriend that will only bring more enjoyment to your life.

you spread your legs for him to settle in the middle, his erection already free, out of his boxers as he approaches you. but your throbbing anticipation is met with denial as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to him, and away from the couch.

the long piece of furniture that is against the wall meets your hipbones painfully as mick makes you bend against it. but you don't have time to worry about the possible bruises, not when you're right in front of the window to the back garden with your breasts hanging in the air.

"against the window, are you insane?" you gasp, your hands pressing against both the glass and the cedar surface. you don't want to risk giving quite the spectacle to another guest or one of the staff.

mick's only response is to press your back down and pin one of your hands behind you. and it's like your brain shuts off, because this is so hot, and now you both are horny teenagers unafraid of consequences.

your moans echo around the room when mick finally stars fucking you. your hips hit the wood time and time again and your free hand is pressed against the glass with such force it might break, but you don't care. it's all about the way mick feels inside you and his grunts and groans in the back of your neck.

the hand in the middle of your back moves down to your clit, roughly pressing on it before moving his finger in circles. "fuck, you're so hot," he pants, like it's the only thing on his mind. "you feel so good."

you whine as an answer, legs buckling as you approach your orgasm. you don't even care about the window or the way the sun hits your frame, making it clearer for anyone who could be outside.

mick's hand has to let go of your pinned arm to cover your mouth as you hit your climax loudly. and he presses it down hard when he cums in you, almost cutting your airflow. you twitch in his arms, overly sensitive already against his non-stop movements.

you can feel his cum start sliding down your legs and you sigh, your stomach contracting in anticipation, you could go on and on.

"we have to go back," you speak with mick's palm still against your mouth. "the reception is starting soon."

and you have to clean yourselves up in the bathroom down the hall.

reluctantly, mick takes his dick out of you, still hard. he really can't get enough of you. he can't wait for you to be back at the hotel.

you turn around to kiss him, your bare chest pressing against his clothed one. "let's do this more often," you can't help but giggle, because you're still high on the thrill of the danger of getting caught.

"I'd do it all the time," mick kisses you back, hands squeezing your ass before finally deciding to get himself together.

or as together as he possibly can, knowing you're putting the damn dress back on.

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[souvenir116]

It will be hilarious to watch Max aggressively fight Lewis during a race, and then he gets to Charles and he fights him much more cleanly 😂

well during hungary gp he was calmly playing footsie with charles on the track with his car for so many laps until he lost patience and decided to bump his car on lewis' so...

[astrollacium15]

Fanart I got from @/kajitani_chan on Instagram of my OC Xandra (Xcelerator from Knotts) 🩷🩵💜🏁

[norriszn]

max at the king's lynn adrian flux arena for f1 stock car racing special event via bscaf1 on twt and fb page

[gowns]

i also run into a funny thing, dating in LA, where people are either like, "oh yeah i also love watching movies, i can't wait to see [upcoming slop]," or they're like "oh, that theater you like is actually sub-par, its programming is too obvious, it's not showing enough underground films." it's either high or low... where is my mid queen

[boycritter]

want to post the painting i did today bc it’s maybe one of the coolest things i’ve ever made but i’m Scared

[vivalando]

last lap okay im out of this can someone please tell me if lando got p3 or not

[redclercs]

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here you will find the writings that were requested during the lavender haze event♡

this event is: ongoing!

— this masterlist is still under construction and is constantly updated!

disclaimer! the lavender library has books that feature mature content, refer to the beginning of each book for its respective warnings. do not engage with the content that makes you uncomfortable or if you’re a minor.

➩ 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

☾ so you could take it off ● mick schumacher

☽ we'll try again● mick schumacher

☾ untitled ● max verstappen

☾ untitled ● carlos sainz

☾ pleaser ● charles leclerc

☾ untitled ● charles leclerc

☾ untitled ● esteban ocon

☾ untitled ● checo perez

☾ untitled ● mick schumacher

☾ untitled ● charles leclerc

☾ untitled ● lando norris

☾ untitled ● charles leclerc

☾ untitled ● daniel ricciardo

➩ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐥

↺ would you do anything for me? ● charles leclerc

↺ baby you're the biggest prize ● lando norris

↺ i'm so chill but you make me jealous ● charles leclerc

↺ this love came back to me ● lewis hamilton

↺ i stayed there ● charles leclerc

↺ side a: how did we end up here? side b: it must have been the way you kissed me ● mick schumacher

↺ what a plot twist you were ● lando norris