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in my hockey era sorry girls

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How the selection process at RBR for the 2nd driver works:

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Yuki to Red Bull. I am excited but also terrified. Maybe I’ll actually renew my f1tv subscription now and start paying attention for pookie

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when asked about potentially playing for pole on Saturday

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puritans on the internet get so up in arms about sports rpf like, “oh no what if they see it 😖 it will make them so uncomfortable 💔” but for me rpf is the most ethical way to be a sports fan. like you make millions upon millions a year and you use your power and influence and privilege to protect yourself and the men around you from accountability (im looking at u christian horny and max verstappen) so no i don’t feel bad for writing stories about you leaking omega slick and getting gangbanged into next tuesday by all your coworkers. and actually i have taken it as my god-given responsibility to do so

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this matching shirts and the sweat lines making it look like max has double Ds boobs while lando is a humble A cup...

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when I see people criticizing the where is the love choice i'm like you dont know the lore....

also an essential part of charles’ characterization is that he kind of has bad taste. he’s the most special guy in the world and he likes edm and having a big loser yatch and tacky rose decorations on his piano with a random japanese armor and ugly nahmias sweaters (the pants are fine) and everyone claps at him when he enters a room

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as a bruins fan i’m crashing out actually 🙏

the fuck do you mean brad marchand got traded

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That one strand of hair is doing some heavy lifting

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ferrari's driver presentation

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hey if you died right now whats your ghost outfit you cant change it be honest

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hello I would like to say it was me who sent the boss/employee sebchal but I was shy so 👉🏼👈🏼 BUT I HAVE SEBCHAL THOUGHTS BUT NEVER ENOUGH TIME so I thought I'd drop the lil thought in your inbox bc I saw rancid sebchal and was like “mhm yep yea”

delighted to hear you liked my idea though <3 always free to yap

HELLO ik i messaged but. this makes so much sense. "who wrote this its so good" -> DUH it was you. my god. well anyway this obviously inspired me greatly so heres 1000 words of rancid boss sebchal:

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Seb doesn’t really know how he ended up here. Here, in this hotel room, in this bed, in this body. Wedding ring on finger; finger down someone’s throat. He can’t let himself think about it too long. 

He does, he does. 

He didn't even want to hire Charles. His interview went great, this eager, smart, curious kid who answered questions so well, provided extra insight into his thought process that impressed Seb. It reminded him of himself, selfishly. And then his eyes, the brightest green Seb had ever seen, blinking up at him, doe-eyed. like a little mouse, or a small deer, on wobbly legs, desperate to get on the ground running. 

Sinful, Seb remembers thinking. A temptation, a dangerous delicacy dangling in front of him. Seb went to tell his boss no, Charles wasn’t a good fit, was ready to shake those eyes and those lips and those dimples from his memory once and for all.

But no, his boss disagreed. No, his boss thought Charles was a great fit. Through gritted teeth and clenched fists, Seb agreed. Assigned as his fucking mentor. 

And it’s been cruel, horrible, the largest lesson in self restraint. Young and hopeful, thirsty for anything Seb could give him. Did tasks efficiently, exceeding expectations, and asked for more. This warm body, alive and breathing and under Seb’s direction, begging to be discovered in the pleasures of flesh. Charles must know he’s doing it, he must be aware of the way Seb has to hide his arousal, squirming in his seat, as Charles’ melodic giggle rings and pounds through Seb’s ears. He has a wife at home, for fuck’s sake. 

Yet here he is, pushing Charles down onto the plush king bed, the fur throw sliding off the sheets in a heap on the ground. 

Sebastian goes to remove his ring and the guilt flares inside of him once more, but the heat of Charles at his side wins over. The same way his thoughts tend to do when he's alone with a hand around himself. His wife set on the back burner in lieu of some young piece of ass. Yet, Charles is slightly more than that. He is so much more than that.

"Leave it on."

His eyes go wide and he tilts his head in Charles' direction. Charles' hand rests on top of his, his finger tracing the rim of the cold metal.

"Leave it on. I want you to remember it is me you are fucking if you insist on still wearing it and pretending you are in a happy marriage. I want you to fuck her and look at that ring and remember the way it felt to be inside of me."

Anger roars in his chest, appalled at Charles' audacity. However, he lets his hands drop and captures Charles' lips in a kiss instead.

It’s everything Seb has dreamt of, from start to finish. Charles is like nothing he has ever witnessed, nothing he has held in his two hands before, this moving writhing whimpering body, golden skin and sharp bones and pink-splotched blush. 

When he pushes in, his cock enveloped by the hot, tight heat of Charles’ hole, Seb knows he can never go back. He doesn’t know how to look at his wife again, to hold her delicate, beautiful hand, feel her wedding ring against his skin, knowing that his is currently surrounded by Charles’ mouth. 

And fucking hell. Charles’ mouth. His perfect pink lips suck on Seb’s fingers, swallowing them down. Seb watches how he grazes his teeth against his ring finger, letting the cold metal clink against his teeth. 

When he looks up at Seb, green eyes blown wide, hazy, the final ounce of resolve crumbles. 

Charles’ quick, sharp tongue seems to have been silenced, finally, at the moment he pushed in. 

He fucks Charles hard, fast, pounding him into the mattress, letting his wanton moans echo off the walls. Seb needs more, needs to chase it, wants to see Charles come apart again and again and again on his cock. 

He's so young, so flexible, his thigh being pinned in place by Seb, folded in half. Seb grinds down deep, wanting to feel all of Charles, as much as he can. 

Charles jolts in the bed, a high whine escaping his throat. 

“fuck, Seb, right there, right there, right there,” he gasps out. Seb wraps his hand around Charles’s throat, squeezing, and fucks in again, slow and deep, watching Charles light up from the inside. 

He’s a wreck, barely able to hold himself up or do anything except react so beautifully to whatever Seb does. 

“Nothing’s ever enough for you, hm?” Seb growls, watching Charles’ cheeks flush an impossible red. “So fucking greedy, getting everything you want. You want my cock? Want to come on my cock?”

Charles makes a garbled sound, gasping for air around the firm hold of Seb’s hand. He nods, desperate for anything, begging for release. His cock has been flushed and hard from the moment they stumbled into the hotel room. 

“Want to see you come like this, baby, want you to make a mess,” Seb says. He doesn’t know where this is coming from, this deep-seated desire to push Charles to the edge over and over until he’s nothing more than a pile of sated skin and bones, spent and satiated. 

“Want to keep you like this all day, sitting in my cock,” he thrusts in hard, letting go of Charles’ throat to take his leaking cock in hand. Charles sucks in a deep breath, and whines at the touch. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to be a good boy and come all over yourself, make a big mess? God, you’re fucking insatiable, want to push my cock into you for hours all day, fuck.”

Seb knows he’s rambling, saying whatever thoughts are bouncing around his mind, lost completely at the sight in front of him. 

He twists his hand, and Charles comes with a cry, ropes of come painting his stomach. The sight seems too criminal to witness, too delicious to be privy to, and Seb feels the tight coil of arousal in his loins snap. He comes inside Charles, mind whiting out, feeling himself spill into his ass. Their skin is sweaty, damp whenever they touch, and Charles is only just managing to regain his breath. 

They have another four days on this work trip. He's going straight to Hell. At least Charles will be meeting him there as well.

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Sebastian Vettel & Charles Leclerc -  Bahrain 2019

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ok um,,,., i actually jinxed myself with this post because i have just finished marathoning all of the witcher season 1… pray for me as i am in the tight, merciless grips of a new hyperfixation

does anybody else read fanfiction for a fandom they’ve never actually consumed the source media for, simply because its trope opportunities are perfect. like i have never watched an episode of the witcher in my entire life but whenever i feel like shit i read angsty geralt/jaskier fics because they just,,, itch the scratch. all i know of them is how they are portrayed in hurt/comfort 3k word one-shots and it will likely stay that way

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Charles Leclerc Named Chivas Regal’s New Global Brand Ambassador

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vcarb's rookie btw

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does anybody else read fanfiction for a fandom they’ve never actually consumed the source media for, simply because its trope opportunities are perfect. like i have never watched an episode of the witcher in my entire life but whenever i feel like shit i read angsty geralt/jaskier fics because they just,,, itch the scratch. all i know of them is how they are portrayed in hurt/comfort 3k word one-shots and it will likely stay that way