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hi! have you written a safeword piece? if not, can you write one preferably about charlos or either of them? but only if it’s okay wih you!! thank you!!

Stop - CL16 & CS55 🔥

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summary: you’re in a committed poly relationship with charles and carlos, and while you’ve taken them both at once before, tonight they push you past your limit. they’re gentle when it counts. filthy when it matters. and when you use your safe word, everything stops. warnings: (18+) smut, established poly relationship, reader takes both A and V at once (dp), overstimulation, safe word use, aftercare, soft dom charles, praise dom carlos, spit, crying, creampie, comfort, possessiveness, power dynamics, slight size kink, lube mention, emotional intimacy, filthy language

You weren’t sure if it was the wine or the way Carlos had been looking at you all night like he wanted to peel your skin off and wear it, but your whole body felt like it was vibrating before anything even started. Charles had been gentler about it, as always, brushing his fingers down the back of your arm while you sat on his lap, whispering to you in French about how much he missed you while they were in Japan. Carlos just watched, lip tucked under his teeth, one hand palming himself through his jeans and the other already working you out of your shirt before you'd even said yes.

Except of course you said yes. Because you always said yes to them Because the last time they were both inside you at once, you forgot your own fucking name.

The bed was barely made before they got you on it, Carlos kneeling between your legs and Charles behind you with his hands in your hair. They worked in tandem like they always did, like they’d been born for this. You could feel it in the way they handled you, fucked you, kissed you like they owned the breath in your chest and the blood in your veins. You were theirs and they knew it.

"Tu la veux où?" Charles asked, low and dark behind you.

Carlos didn’t even hesitate. “Her mouth. First.”

That meant he was already leaking. You could see it when he shoved his jeans down, thick and swollen and desperate as he settled on his knees and tapped the head of his cock against your lips.

“C’mon, pretty baby. Mouth open.”

And you obeyed. Because you always did. Because being called pretty baby in Carlos’s voice made your brain switch off and your knees spread further.

You gagged when he thrust too deep too fast, but his hand in your hair anchored you while Charles rubbed slow circles into your lower back, letting you take what you could. Letting you push when you were ready.

That’s how it always worked with them. One of them ruined you and the other put you back together.

When your jaw ached and your mascara had already run, Charles finally pulled you off him and wiped your lips with his thumb, whispering, “You did so well, mon ange. You want more, don’t you?”

You nodded fast, face flushed and soaked in spit.

"Okay."

It wasn’t a question.

Carlos was already moving, already positioning you in Charles’s lap like he’d done it a hundred times. His fingers slid between your thighs, testing how wet you were, how ready. You whimpered when he slid two fingers inside. Charles groaned against your shoulder.

"You’ll take us both, baby, yeah?" Carlos murmured, his voice thicker now. “Like last time?”

You nodded, but slower this time. Because last time had taken everything out of you.

They noticed. Of course they did.

Charles kissed your temple. “Safe word still red?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Carlos kissed the inside of your thigh. “Good girl.”

They always started with Charles inside you first. They said it was because he was softer with you, gentler, the kind of stretch you could melt into before Carlos shoved you wide open. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, both arms around your waist, whispering to you in that calm, reverent way of his like it was the first time every time.

When he bottomed out, you were already shaking. Carlos didn’t wait.

You felt the lube before anything else - cold on your skin, his fingers working you open while Charles kissed the back of your neck. The contrast made you gasp, cry out, bite your bottom lip hard enough to bleed.

“Almost there, cariño,” Carlos muttered, “you’re doing perfect.”

Charles tightened his arms around you, holding you in place while Carlos pushed in behind. The moment his cock breached you, everything inside you splintered.

It was too much. God, it was good. But it was too fucking much.

You’d done it before. You’d taken them both. But tonight they weren’t holding back. They were both so wound up, so desperate, thrusting into you like they’d die if they didn’t come first. Carlos kept growling filth in Spanish while Charles whispered how beautiful you were. They kissed you between thrusts. Spat on your pussy when you started to dry out. Called you their good little girl.

But it was too much. Too fast. Too deep. Your body started to shake harder, your breath catching in your chest. You tried to hold on. You really fucking did.

But then Carlos reached around and started rubbing your clit with two slick fingers and Charles bit your shoulder and it just - “Red,” you gasped. “Red. Red red red.”

Everything stopped. Immediately.

Charles was the first to move. He was out of you and had you in his arms within seconds, murmuring in rapid French, brushing your hair out of your face, grounding you with his breath against your cheek.

Carlos followed, hands on your legs, soft voice in your ear. “You’re okay. You’re okay. We stopped. You’re safe.”

You were sobbing without realising it. Head buried in Charles’s neck, thighs trembling. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, even though you knew you didn’t need to be.

“Don’t you dare,” Charles said firmly. “Don’t you dare be sorry.”

Carlos climbed up beside you, pulling a warm blanket over your bodies. “You did so good, baby. You told us what you needed. That’s what good girls do.”

Charles kissed your forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

Carlos kissed your thigh. “I love you.”

They didn’t leave your side all night.

They held you. Cleaned you up gently. Rubbed lotion into your sore skin. Massaged your scalp while you lay between them, letting your body settle. Charles fetched water. Carlos fetched chocolate. Neither of them let you feel anything but adored.

“You were so beautiful,” Charles whispered, as if the tears and the shaking didn’t scare him at all. “Even when you needed to stop. Especially then.”

Carlos nodded, his hand stroking your hip. “You’ll tell us if you ever want to try again. And if you don’t, that’s okay too.”

You nodded. Because even though it had been too much - it had never, ever felt unsafe.

Just overwhelming. Just yours. Just theirs.

And god, did they make sure you knew it.

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sigh. Carlos Sainz who gets nervous and blushy the first time you send him nudes im gonma cry

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I love the idea of Carlos being a lover boy despite his playboy attitude PLEASE I NEED LOVER!CARLOS SO BADD

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⋮ ⌗ ┆shotgunning w/ FRANCO COLAPINTO ⭑.ᐟ

warnings ~ spicy. 18+ mdni! smoker!reader [weed], inexperienced!franco, ROOMMATE!franco, shotgunning, making out, needy NEEDY franco. a little spanish—from a white gal— i asked for some help from a few friends so hopefully its not...absolutely awful :')

You're sat in the shared living room with a thick preroll and a little platter of charcuterie items while you fuck around with a new videgame you bought last week. Franco's padded footsteps quickly enter the room from the kitchen with a tilted head and furrowed brows as he softly sniffs the air.

"You smoke?" his accent is thick as he stares down at you—short shorts and a hoodie with fuzzy socks on. "Mhm...you want some?" you tilt the freshly lit joint towards him and he laughs quietly and mumbles that he's never smoked before.

You nod with a light hum and grin up at him—patting the space next to you on the floor.

Now you're both criss cross touching knees while you mildly explain how to inhale and that he will probably cough a bit—franco can barely pay attention while watching you take puffs between explaining. Finally snapping out of it when you stop talking to stare and smile knowingly at him. You nod in his direction "You ready, Pretty boy?" he giggles a bit at the name and returns the flirtation "For you? Always, gorgeous."

One hand on the nape of his neck and the other hand holding the joint for you too take a deep hit from—leaning in to brush your mouth to his as he breathes you and the smoke in. He coughs a bit but much less than expected. You nod in approval and set the joint on the tray next to you. "Good?" you question him softly. Franco nods and breathes a bit heavier. "Can we...do more?"

You can probably hear how sloppy the kissing is from the next room. Between making out on franco's lap and maybe smoking too much in a short amount of time you find yoruself grinding down onto him while he palms your ass and hips. His mouth takes a sharp turn down to your jaw and throat—leaving messy dark hickeys that you for sure cannot hide. The joint is long forgotten and mostly smoked as your hands move from his hair to his shoulders while his mouth works down to your collarbone—a loud and frustrated whine rips from him when the fabric of your hood gets in his way.

You hear him whine in spanish into your skin as he tugs mindlessly at the fabric—fully high, horny, and very impatient. "Estúpida tela, tengo que quitarla.." (Stupid fabric/cloth, i have to take it off.)

You laugh and lean back to take off your hoodie for him—not fluent in spanish and way too high to try to understand—you do understand his frustated tugs. A loud groan erupts from his throat as his voice lowers in admiration.

"Por qué no lo hemos hecho antes?" His hands practically launch to grope at your bra-less chest—he uses his strength to lean you back and shove you down onto the blanketed floor. "Is-is this okay?" He remembers to speak english to make sure you understand and he knows what you're saying yes too.

You're nod and hips grinding up to meet his gives him enough confidence to continue.

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sorry that you're experiencing hate, i swear its always the male f1 fans who come for the female ones....

Like even if i did only join it for hot guys who the actual fuck cares im into the sport one way or another LMFAO but yes thank you! lol 😭😭

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⋮ ⌗ ┆shotgunning w/ FRANCO COLAPINTO ⭑.ᐟ

warnings ~ spicy. 18+ mdni! smoker!reader [weed], inexperienced!franco, ROOMMATE!franco, shotgunning, making out, needy NEEDY franco. a little spanish—from a white gal— i asked for some help from a few friends so hopefully its not...absolutely awful :')

You're sat in the shared living room with a thick preroll and a little platter of charcuterie items while you fuck around with a new videgame you bought last week. Franco's padded footsteps quickly enter the room from the kitchen with a tilted head and furrowed brows as he softly sniffs the air.

"You smoke?" his accent is thick as he stares down at you—short shorts and a hoodie with fuzzy socks on. "Mhm...you want some?" you tilt the freshly lit joint towards him and he laughs quietly and mumbles that he's never smoked before.

You nod with a light hum and grin up at him—patting the space next to you on the floor.

Now you're both criss cross touching knees while you mildly explain how to inhale and that he will probably cough a bit—franco can barely pay attention while watching you take puffs between explaining. Finally snapping out of it when you stop talking to stare and smile knowingly at him. You nod in his direction "You ready, Pretty boy?" he giggles a bit at the name and returns the flirtation "For you? Always, gorgeous."

One hand on the nape of his neck and the other hand holding the joint for you too take a deep hit from—leaning in to brush your mouth to his as he breathes you and the smoke in. He coughs a bit but much less than expected. You nod in approval and set the joint on the tray next to you. "Good?" you question him softly. Franco nods and breathes a bit heavier. "Can we...do more?"

You can probably hear how sloppy the kissing is from the next room. Between making out on franco's lap and maybe smoking too much in a short amount of time you find yoruself grinding down onto him while he palms your ass and hips. His mouth takes a sharp turn down to your jaw and throat—leaving messy dark hickeys that you for sure cannot hide. The joint is long forgotten and mostly smoked as your hands move from his hair to his shoulders while his mouth works down to your collarbone—a loud and frustrated whine rips from him when the fabric of your hood gets in his way.

You hear him whine in spanish into your skin as he tugs mindlessly at the fabric—fully high, horny, and very impatient. "Estúpida tela, tengo que quitarla.." (Stupid fabric/cloth, i have to take it off.)

You laugh and lean back to take off your hoodie for him—not fluent in spanish and way too high to try to understand—you do understand his frustated tugs. A loud groan erupts from his throat as his voice lowers in admiration.

"Por qué no lo hemos hecho antes?" His hands practically launch to grope at your bra-less chest—he uses his strength to lean you back and shove you down onto the blanketed floor. "Is-is this okay?" He remembers to speak english to make sure you understand and he knows what you're saying yes too.

You're nod and hips grinding up to meet his gives him enough confidence to continue.

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i think is a canon event for every charles leclerc girl fan to be accused of liking him only for his looks 😭 anyway keep slaying like you did before!! those bitches are jealous

OH NO THIS IS A CANON EVENT? GOD FORBID I ENJOY A TEAM BCUS THEIR MEMBERS ARE FUNNY AND COOL DAMN IT LOL

Thanks for the knowledge! now i definitely dont care about the hate messages lol! 😭😭🖤🖤

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i giggled—people are unusual.

how does it feel for you to ruin f1, you haven't watched a single race i already know

you only like charles for his looks

😭 youre very silly i love ferrari outside of f1 actually thats why i picked the team, charles is hilarious but him being handsome is definitely bonus points 🖤

also, i watch races with my husband's family 👍. I may be newer to f1 but im not stupid and i'm a car girl before a race girl.

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The mail is pointless because i know why i like f1, no one else needs to know either way. I got into f1 because i like the sport and the guys are hot and silly i fear thats a fine reason to get into it :)

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how does it feel for you to ruin f1, you haven't watched a single race i already know

you only like charles for his looks

😭 youre very silly i love ferrari outside of f1 actually thats why i picked the team, charles is hilarious but him being handsome is definitely bonus points 🖤

also, i watch races with my husband's family 👍. I may be newer to f1 but im not stupid and i'm a car girl before a race girl.

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yea

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Multifandom discord!? 18+ ONLY NO MINORS.

I'm thinking of making a new discord server that will be multifandom based so things like F1, DBH, UNTIL DAWN, MARVEL etc.

If this poll gets more than 20 yes's i'll make it tonight and post it tomorrow or Thursday ^_^

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he naps like a little kid that position CANNOT be comfortable oh my good lord hes so cute im gonna explode BRO PLEASE

x

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Lando Norris and his veiny hands. ᥫ᭡ AFAB READER

.ᐟ.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ.ᐟ

Lando knows you've got an obsession with his hands and veins—which he uses to his advantage.

You think you're being discreet enough to slip glazed looks at his fingers and hands when he's working with something or simply talking—wanting nothing more than to feel the ridges and roughness of the pads of his fingertips against your tongue or to feel them pressing up into your core. Lando knows. He knows how much you love his hands and veins. Which is why he does exactly what he does—flexes his biceps when it's not quite necessary, grinning to himself when he spots your wide lingering eyes on him like you've discovered gold in a mine, purposefully using his hands more in conversations with you just to see you trail your look from his face to follow his movements like an animal locked on prey.

It starts with subtle grazes and standing just a bit too close to you more often—his hand brushing your own smaller hand while standing in line with you for food, hovering his massive hand over your lower back when you walk together, grabbing your waist when passing. You nearly give yourself away with shudders and shakey exhales when he does these things—and god does it feed Lando's ego just enough.

And once he gets his hands on you he is everything but kind.

"Ohoh...poor baby...had to sit and squirm f'so long—good thing i know how to fix it hm? Now you can really feel them."

One hand on your throat—squeezing and pinning you on your back while he kisses you harshly, his other hand slipped deep below your waistband—your thighs tremble as his fingers burry themselves into the slicked warmth hidden between your squirmish legs.

Your own hands make their way to viciously grip onto the wrist closest to your throat as your nails dig harsh moons into his tanned skin. Your moans swallowed by his forceful mouth—your body is shaking and hardly keeping up with the pressure building from your stomach up to your chest, the ache and strain starts to fade into your thighs as they twitch and your hips mindlessly roll up into Lando's malicious hand.

Lando pulls back to look down at you—your heaving chest, your lidded eyes that threaten to roll behind, and the harsh pull of your eyebrows as they pin together out of pure unfiltered need. "So pretty... look at those brows, you're close aren't you?" he breathes onto your face with a deep, mean laugh as your head softly nods and your lip quivers. Your breathing grows quick and shallow and your head tips back harshly onto the pillow beneath your skull—tunnel vision seems to kick in as your thoughts grow fuzzy and your body feels like satic. Lando's hand ok your throat grows just a tad rougher—your vision now pulling black as his thumb finally makes it's way to your clit.

"Mm!-c-cumming!-" your voice is pitched and strained from his hand pressing off your air flow. Your back arches into a bend almost painful looking—your chest presses into his as his final words finally throw you off the deep end.

"You look perfect when you cum on my hand like this."

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Lando Norris and his veiny hands. ᥫ᭡ AFAB READER

.ᐟ.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ.ᐟ

Lando knows you've got an obsession with his hands and veins—which he uses to his advantage.

You think you're being discreet enough to slip glazed looks at his fingers and hands when he's working with something or simply talking—wanting nothing more than to feel the ridges and roughness of the pads of his fingertips against your tongue or to feel them pressing up into your core. Lando knows. He knows how much you love his hands and veins. Which is why he does exactly what he does—flexes his biceps when it's not quite necessary, grinning to himself when he spots your wide lingering eyes on him like you've discovered gold in a mine, purposefully using his hands more in conversations with you just to see you trail your look from his face to follow his movements like an animal locked on prey.

It starts with subtle grazes and standing just a bit too close to you more often—his hand brushing your own smaller hand while standing in line with you for food, hovering his massive hand over your lower back when you walk together, grabbing your waist when passing. You nearly give yourself away with shudders and shakey exhales when he does these things—and god does it feed Lando's ego just enough.

And once he gets his hands on you he is everything but kind.

"Ohoh...poor baby...had to sit and squirm f'so long—good thing i know how to fix it hm? Now you can really feel them."

One hand on your throat—squeezing and pinning you on your back while he kisses you harshly, his other hand slipped deep below your waistband—your thighs tremble as his fingers burry themselves into the slicked warmth hidden between your squirmish legs.

Your own hands make their way to viciously grip onto the wrist closest to your throat as your nails dig harsh moons into his tanned skin. Your moans swallowed by his forceful mouth—your body is shaking and hardly keeping up with the pressure building from your stomach up to your chest, the ache and strain starts to fade into your thighs as they twitch and your hips mindlessly roll up into Lando's malicious hand.

Lando pulls back to look down at you—your heaving chest, your lidded eyes that threaten to roll behind, and the harsh pull of your eyebrows as they pin together out of pure unfiltered need. "So pretty... look at those brows, you're close aren't you?" he breathes onto your face with a deep, mean laugh as your head softly nods and your lip quivers. Your breathing grows quick and shallow and your head tips back harshly onto the pillow beneath your skull—tunnel vision seems to kick in as your thoughts grow fuzzy and your body feels like satic. Lando's hand ok your throat grows just a tad rougher—your vision now pulling black as his thumb finally makes it's way to your clit.

"Mm!-c-cumming!-" your voice is pitched and strained from his hand pressing off your air flow. Your back arches into a bend almost painful looking—your chest presses into his as his final words finally throw you off the deep end.

"You look perfect when you cum on my hand like this."

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KAAAY TIME FOR A REEBRAAANNDDD LOOOLLL

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Yk. being a hardcore ferrari girl is fun.

BECOMING A MCLAREN GIRL ON ACCIDENT PIPELINE.