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multifandomwhore-003 · 15 days ago

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honestly do think it's really funny to watch a giddy home race winner lando trying to engage oscar in the cooldown room while he's gritting his teeth seething because it's such a role reversal from one of their most common post-race dynamics lol

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multifandomwhore-003 · 20 days ago

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LEWIS HAMILTON YOU CHEEKY BASTARD idk how much of the design input he had but the elements of yellow in Sonny Hayes helmet along with the mint green??? Lewis you aren’t slick- THIS WHOLE MOVIE WAS AN APOLOGY TO NICO ROSBERG LIKE OMG cause why did they (Sonny and JP) have a crash EXACTLY like spain 16 which fucked up their relationship (it did get better tho) AND ON TOP OF THAT TELL ME WHY YOUNG SONNY HAYES LOOKS LIKE NICO FUCKING ROSBERG (it’s the hair yall will see it) I was in the theater and went HUH??? HUHHHHHH????? All in all lewis never got over that man and he’s making it EVERYONES problem

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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My homegirl and I went to see F1 last night for this man. 😩😩😩

Let me just say he did not disappoint. Who can I talk about Joshua Pearce with??( 😭😭😭😭

This man is so 90s fineeee

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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The only thing I didn’t like about the F1 movie was that the love interest was the only female engineer in the garage. In my opinion creates a bad stereotype for women wanting to work in motorsports and women in F1 in general. Especially since the first female F1 engineer was just recently announced in february. It also further fuels the stereotype of women ”sleeping their way to the top” and instead not acknowledging the fact that MANY women who work in STEM have worked their socks off and put blood, sweat and tears into everything they do to prove that they belong there.

To some this may seem like a stretch about a 3 minute scene but these stereotypes have always prevented and stopped women from working in motorsport and STEM. Stopped them from wanting their dream.

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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liked by lewis

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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Im laughing at this why did they use nico's full government name but ollie is just ollie ?? Lmaodkjakd

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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if the f1 movie was actually real Sonny would have surely been like BANNED FOR LIFE just for his first gp.

(the movie is really good btw)

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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So fuck all the pageantry of the F1 movie that's produced by and stars an abuser, no one at that premiere will matter more than Javier Bardem who's literally used every question and every press event in the lead up to raise awareness for Palestine no matter the question he's asked

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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DAMSON IDRIS as joshua pearce in f1 (2025)

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multifandomwhore-003 · 21 days ago

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just watched the F1 movie and it was honestly one of the funniest things i've seen in a long time. like:

George canonically being the only non fictional driver to cause a crash and then getting a podium from it

George then spending the entire time on the podium grinning like comically hard (he loved having his one scene in this stupid fucking film)

Toto trying to get one of the fictional drivers to join Mercedes (he wants to get rid of George so fucking bad)

geriatric "Sonny Hayes" committing so many on track crimes that the FIA would actually have him publicly executed if this was real

Sonny Hayes' main tactic for said war crimes simply being crashing into Kevin Magnussen (rip)

Off-brand version of the Brocedes crash (basically Lewis Hamilton is just venting his trauma with a multi-million dollar film)

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multifandomwhore-003 · 1 month ago

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lando norris x short!reader headcanons

– lando absolutely weaponizes your height difference. like he lives for it. always calling you "pocket-sized" or “fun-size” and pretending you're his emotional support keychain. – "come here, travel-sized trouble." – you: "i will kick you." – lando: kneels dramatically to make it a fair fight.

– when you're in public, he rests his chin on top of your head. when you're at home, he rests his entire body on you. like a lanky, overgrown blanket who refuses to move.

– he never asks you to grab things for him. but he will definitely watch with a smirk while you try to reach something on the top shelf — arms stretched, on tiptoes, grumbling under your breath. – eventually helps you. after laughing. – then calls you "my little ladderless lamb" and gets smacked with a kitchen towel.

– if you sit on a counter to be face-to-face, he stands between your legs and just. stays there. hands on your thighs. forehead to yours. talking soft. kissing softer. – “perfect height now, yeah?” – “don’t get used to it.”

– buys you a lil stool just for the house. paints it your favorite color. pretends it’s a sweet gesture but then goes, “also you can now finally reach the cookies i hide. kinda defeats the purpose.”

– constantly picking you up. not even for a reason. just… because. – comes home and lifts you right off the ground like a bear hug. – spins you when you’re in a good mood. – carries you to the bed when you’re sleepy. – "i like my girl bite-sized and portable."

– if you get mad at him and try to storm off, he just picks you up from behind like a sack of potatoes and refuses to let you leave until you both laugh. – “no escaping, shortcake. we talk it out like emotionally stable adults who occasionally wrestle.”

– you make him kneel to kiss you sometimes just for drama. and he loves it. acts like he’s proposing every time. – “m’lady.” – “lando shut up and kiss me.” – still bows.

– puts his cap on you even though it covers half your face. says it's cute. takes a million photos.

– calls you “hobbit” once. ONCE. you didn’t talk to him for an hour. – he bought you a pair of platform shoes after that. – you wore them to dinner and still didn’t reach his shoulder.

– but mostly, he just adores you. how you curl into him like he’s home. how you fit perfectly under his arm, on his chest, in his life.

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multifandomwhore-003 · 1 month ago

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multifandomwhore-003 · 1 month ago

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And when you catch me writing a whole fic about this at 3 am that I’ll never post bc it’s based on a not at all (EXTREMELY )personal experience, then what?

THEN WHAT?

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS... 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ OP81

– You meet in uni and instantly rub each other the wrong way. Not because he’s rude — he’s not — but because he’s smug. Always one point ahead. Always smirking when he sees your name on the grade sheet just below his.

– You sit across from each other in class. He always notices when your pen runs out and passes you a new one without looking. You always return it with something petty written on a sticky note wrapped around it, like: “Hope this helps you overthink less.”

– You correct each other’s grammar in Google Docs. Like… passive-aggressively. But you also never delete the other's edits. Hm. Weird.

– He lives to fluster you in class debates. One time, you got so worked up arguing about some obscure political theory that he leaned in and whispered, “You look real pretty when you’re mad, y’know.” You forgot your entire rebuttal.

– Everyone thinks you're hooking up already. You're not. But when someone says it out loud at a study group, Oscar just raises an eyebrow and says, “Yet.”

– When you finally study together (after too much tension), you both spend the first hour in sarcastic silence. But then you start helping each other. And somehow… that night, he walks you home. And you both just… smile.

– “Still think you’re smarter than me?” “No. But I think you’re more fun to argue with.”

– The first time it happens? It’s after a stupid late-night library session. He’s wearing a hoodie, sitting next to you, both of you pretending you're reading — until he says something snarky and you snap.

– “God, you’re such a cocky little—” “Finish that sentence,” he mutters, “and I swear I’ll make you say it again with my fingers inside you.”

– He loves watching your mind go blank under his touch. It’s revenge for all those times you humiliated him in class. “What happened to the girl with the smart mouth, huh?” he whispers, hand between your thighs. “Gone now?”

– You’ve definitely had sex in at least one academic setting: a study room, an empty classroom, maybe even his car right after an exam. That need to out-do each other turned into a craving to be closer. To win in a different way.

– “You gonna take notes on this too, pretty girl?” he teases, hips moving slow and deep. “Or should I make it a practical lesson?”

– After? He’s weirdly soft. Holding your waist, pressing kisses to your shoulders, running a hand through your hair. “Don’t think this means I’m letting you win next time.”

– “Oh yeah?” you whisper. “I’m top of the class and on top of you.”

He groans. You smirk.

Rivals forever. But lovers now too.

©p1girlfriend

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multifandomwhore-003 · 2 months ago

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safety first - op81

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader summary: in which you always had a thing for oscar in his helmet OR oscar fucks you with his helmet on.... warnings: smut smut smut, all smut, p in v, dirty talk, language, filthy, hot hot hot, thigh riding, slight degradation, NOT PROOFREAD! word count: ~1.4k author's note: hiiiii sorry if its a little too short for y'all. my brain is just like mush after this past week being so busy so this was all I could come up with at the moment! I hope y'all like it tho!!! xoxo

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You never expected him to keep it on.

But when he walked into the room still suited up, the neon helmet covering every inch of his face, your mouth goes dry.

And you’re already lying back, thighs spread and waiting. You should be embarrassed. Should say something sassy. But he kneels at the edge of the bed, gloved hand around his cock. Hard and leaking.

And you swear your brain short circuits.

And then he’s there.

Head tilted, pulling you up. Sits back against the headboard and shifts you until you’re straddling his thigh.

The suit is hot against your skin. A little rougher than you’d expect.

“Don’t make me say it,” He grunts.

And you whimper, grinding down against him without thinking. Slick dripping onto the fabric.

“Yeah,” He groans, head falling back, neck flushed. “Just like that.”

Your clit drags along the curve of his leg. You moan. Over and over. Until your entire body is rocking, chasing the friction.

“Y’that fuckin needy for me, aren’t you?” He teases. “Gonna come from this?”

He taps the side of his helmet with two fingers. Nods.

“Kiss it.”

“What?”

“You’re coming from it.” His hands flex around your hips. “Thank it.”

Your body clenches. And you lean forward, pressing your lips against the glossy shell.

And you keep grinding. Keep kissing. Until his hands are hauling you up, flipping you over to your back and he’s hovering over you.

His cock already pressed between your thighs when he says it.

“Say it.”

And the helmet dips closer. The Monster logo smearing across you like a brand.

His voice crackles. Voice low through the helmet, gloved hand tightening under your knee as he shoves your legs open wider. There’s a slight rasp in his tone. As if he’s fighting to stay composed.

And you’re soaked. Slick leaking out of you, smearing against him as he slowly drags his cock through your folds.

He hasn’t even fucked you yet. Not properly at least.

You gasp. “Fuck, Osc…”

“No.” He grunts. “Say it.”

You bite your lip and his hips thrust forward just a little bit. Just enough for the tip of his cock to push into your cunt. And your moan breaks out before you can stop it.

He grinds in slow. Teasing.

The helmet visor catches the bedroom light, flashing your reflection back at you. Eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, body twitching from nothing but the way he’s holding you there.

Glossy black streaked with wild reds, greens, and blues wrapped around. And it’s all too bright for what he’s doing to you.

The visor’s pitch black and you can’t see anything behind it. Can’t see his eyes. Can’t see his expression. Just your own ruined reflection looking back at you.

He watches you like he’s trying to memorize every twitch.

“Say what?” You whisper.

“That you’re soaking the fuckin’ sheets because I’m still in this stupid fucking helmet.”

Your back arches off the bed.

“Say it or I don’t fuck you.”

You clench around nothing. Skin burning. “I’m..fuck…Osc. I’m soaked. Because of it.”

“Because of what?” He presses on.

You whimper. Frustration bubbling up inside of you. “Because you’re still in the helmet. Because I can’t see your face and I…..I don’t care. I just need you to fuck me please.”

His groan muffles through the speaker. “That’s my girl.”

And then he pushes in. Splits you open.

Inch by inch until you’re full. Stretched around him. His cock stuffed inside of you.

You cry out, nails digging into his skin. And he doesn’t pull back. Just stays buried inside of you, his helmet brushing your cheek.

“So fuckin’ tight. Y’love this, yeah?”

You nod frantically. One arm clutching at the back of his fireproofs, the other gripping the pillow beside you.

“Bet if I came home like this every night, you’d drop to all fours before I even said a word.”

He pulls out halfway and then slams back into you.

“Bet you’d let me bend you over the table in a full kit. Still suited up. Not saying a word.”

And you choke on a moan. Air knocking out of your lungs. And he doesn’t even flinch.

He’s still steady. Calm. Still in the fucking helmet.

“So sensitive,” He mutters. “I’ve barely started.”

Your nails dig into the fabric, clinging. Trembling.

“What? Just the tip and you’re melting on me like that?” He mutters. “Y'make it too easy.”

He thrusts in again. Brutal. Sharp.

And he hums, like he’s thinking.

“This thing must really fuck with your brain.” He says. “The helmet. Can’t even see me, and you’re still making those noises like some whore.”

He pulls back again. Slower. Deliberate. Your cunt tightening around nothing.

Body twitching. Aching.

And he just stays there. Tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

The silence makes you whimper. The denial makes you ache.

And Oscar…he stays completely still.

“Y’want it that bad?” His voice is lazy. Cruel in the calmest way. “God.” He lets out a sharp laugh.

You nod. Frantically. “Please…”

He clicks his tongue behind the visor.

“Y’hear that?” He mutters. “The sound your cunt makes every time I even think about shoving into you?”

You sob his name out, begging. Pleading.

“Need me to fuck you?” He grunts. “Need to be used by a helmet and a voice and my cock?”

He hisses softly at the movement of your hips. And then finally pushes back in. All the way.

He fucks into you deep. Bottoming out.

“Fuck…listen to that,” He groans. “Can barely move. So fuckin’ tight.”

He pulls out just a bit, and then sinks back in hard.

“That’s it,” He grunts. “Take it.”

And you do.

Mouth slack, head tipped back, clenching around him. And he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t speed up either.

Just fucks you through it. Lazily. Like he’s got all the time in the world.

“Y’gonna come?” His voice is heavy. Hushed. “Gonna soak me from this?”

And you sob out. Nodding.

You choke on a moan. “M’gonna come, Osc….fuck..I’m gonna..”

“Yeah,” He cuts you off. “Fuckin come for me.”

And you do.

It hits hard. Convulsing around him, vision blurred, skin hot as he fucks you through it. Hips snapping harder into you. Finally losing that lazy rhythm he had.

He buries himself so deep into you that you feel everything. His orgasm hitting him only moments later. Spilling into you with low curses as his helmet rests against you.

And he’s still buried inside of you. But he’s breathing too hard now.

“Fuck…” he mutters. “Fuck…I can’t…”

You blink up at him. Dazed.

“Need it off.” His voice is urgent.

And then he’s moving frantically with one hand. Shoving the helmet strap free. Fumbling with it.

The helmet slips to the floor with a thud. And suddenly his face is there. Flushed. Sweaty. Eyes blown wide. Desperate.

And he kisses you like he’s starving.

Tongue pushing past your lips like he couldn’t get deep enough. Fingers shaking as he threads them through your hair.

“Couldn’t breathe in there,” he mutters. Bringing his lips to your cheeks, to your jaw, your nose. “Fuck…wanted to kiss you so bad.”

You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. Shivering. Still full. Legs wrapped around his waist.

“Y’didn’t sound like you were losing it…” You whisper.

And he lets out a breathy laugh. Wrecked. “Yeah? Felt like my brain was mush in there.”

He thrusts forward once, slow. Deep. And your body twitches.

His hips move again. Another long stroke. Not hard. Just deep.

“Y’gonna keep me in all night, hm?” His teeth graze your jaw. “Just let me fuck into you all night?”

You lift your hips into his next thrust. Moaning.

He groans. Kisses you again. Lazily.

“Good.” He glances at the helmet for a brief second. A sinister look on his face.

His lips brush against your ear. Hot.

“Y’gonna wear it next time.” He states.

And your brows raise. “What?”

“The helmet,” He grins. Voice rough with need. “Wanna see you fall apart with that fuckin’ thing on. Wanna see you ride me.”

Your breath catches.

And he hums. Like he’s already imagining it.

“Bet you’d be all shy until I stuffed you full. Grinding down on me like some fuckin’ addict.” He teases.

And he laughs. Kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Next time, baby.” He says. Dragging his thumb against your lip. “Next time.”

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