#|| v: tauris

[formulanni]

Pierre Gasly as The Star:

After the collapse of the tower, the star suggests the possibility for rebirth, rejuvenation, and overall - hope. It is a phase in which one has trust and faith in oneself and in the universe around them.

The Star signifies a renewal of spirit, bringing forth calmness, serenity, and an optimistic outlook for the future. This card represents a strong connection to one's spirituality and the potential for emotional and physical healing.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[dear-ao3]

from your description i'm now thinking of f1 as car wrestling

you could be onto something there honestly

[felicity-smoak-is-my-goddess]

[petit-papillion]

I'm just gonna go with Blue Bull.

You know, Red Bull, Blue Bull...

[aquayurufuwatraveler]

2024.4.2 ,3 東京 渋谷 六本木　F1カー他展示とイベント

4.3 愛知 名古屋駅　4.6 三重 鈴鹿サーキット

[allcap16]

charles #1 pierre supporter spotted

[mercuriicultores]

Euripides – Iphigenia in Tauris, 321

Πυλάδη, θανούμεθ᾽, ἀλλ᾽ ὅπως θανούμεθα κάλλισθ᾽· ἕπου μοι, φάσγανον σπάσας χερί.

[LAT] Pylade, moriemur: verum moriamur honestissime, sequere me districtum ensem tenens manu!

[HIS] Pílades, muramos; pero muramos gloriosamente. ¡Empuña la espada desnuda y sígueme!

[fxrmuladaydreams]

grown up (pg10)

pierre x leclerc!reader , slight lando x leclerc!reader

summary: you’ve always had a crush on your older brother’s best friend, little do you know he’s crazy about you too

notes: !! contains smut, minors dni !! this trope is too good to not do with pierre, there’s a tiny age gap here (3 years) also i kept pierre in alpha tauri

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of physical violence (not against reader), smut, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving)

Pierre Gasly was a forbidden fruit. As kids he was constantly attached at the hip to your older brother Charles, the two became partners in crime whilst karting together, and had stayed thick as thieves even in Formula One.

You practically watched each other grow up. You were in the stands as he made his way through karting all the way up to Formula One, driving for Toro Rosso, then Red Bull, and now Alpha Tauri.

He was always there with your brother for special events. He watched as you not only got older, but as you matured. He watched as you grew into your figure, curves appearing in all the right places. What was once a little kid, constantly chasing her brother around had turned into a beautiful woman, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Especially not with your overprotective brother keeping you close.

It seemed Charles had also noticed that you’d grown up, or at least noticed all of the new male attention you’ve acquired. He keeps an arm over your shoulders in the paddock, sending a glare to any guys who would give you a once over.

As hard as he tried though, he couldn’t stop you from dating the few guys that had caught your attention as well. Pierre remembers them all.

The first was clearly looking for something casual, the relationship ending with you crying on Charles’ shoulder.

The next was one that ended up cheating on you. You had to make Charles promise that he wasn’t going to try to fight him, but you didn’t have any control over Pierre. You asked him about the bruises on his knuckles when you saw him next, holding his hands in yours and inspecting the damaged skin. He wouldn’t tell a soul but he felt his heart stutter as you held his larger, rougher hands in your small soft ones. When he came out of his you-induced trance, he just shrugged claiming the bruises were from training.

You had actually thought it was going to work out with the most recent one. He was sweet, he was loyal, the only issue was he was going off to university while you were traveling with Charles. The long distance made it difficult, the two of you had a mutual break up because of it.

Pierre hated that he had to watch you date all of these guys that just seemed either incompatible with you or just took advantage of you. Or both. And he was forced to watch from the sidelines.

It was time for the Monaco Grand Prix, which meant that it was the one time of year you didn’t have to travel anywhere. Charles had opted to forgo the hotel that was offered, instead choosing to stay home with you. He invited Pierre to stay with the two of you as well, offering his best friend the spare guest room.

It was strange having Pierre so close to you at first. You would bump into him on your way to the bathroom, make your breakfast together in the kitchen, share a car to and from the track. You quickly became used to having his presence around though, enjoying the shared breakfasts, and midnight chats in the kitchen.

The race had ended with both boys in the points, though neither on the podium. You all went out to celebrate though, the three of you and most of the other drivers with their girlfriends.

Pierre spent the night watching you from afar, dancing with Lily, then with Carmen, then back to Lily. The drink in your hand sloshing around in the glass as you danced. He was happy to watch you dance with the girls, a bright smile on your face as you twirled around with them. It wasn’t until he saw Lando reach for you that he started to feel uncomfortable.

Lando was behind you, his hands on your hips, far too close for Pierre’s liking. It was then that he came to the conclusion that your dress was far too short. It showed too much of your legs. And the neckline was far too low, giving Lando a perfect view of your chest over your shoulder.

Your hand reached up behind you to tangle itself in Lando’s curls, and Pierre thought he might actually commit a crime.

He glances over at Charles who seems distracted, busy conversing or more so listening to Max. When he turns back to look at you, you’ve turned around, now facing Lando as you dance together.

Your hands are pressed against his chest while his are resting on your hips. Your foreheads are pressed together. You catch Lando’s eyes glancing down at your lips. He leans forward, and you let him, closing your eyes.

You can feel his lips brush against yours when you’re suddenly pulled away from him. Pierre’s got a hand on your arm, and a scowl on his face as he practically glares at Lando.

“We’re going home.” He says, before pulling you to the exit, his hand slips down to grasp yours.

“What about Charles?” You ask as you weave through groups of people in an attempt to keep up with Pierre’s quick steps.

“I told him you weren’t feeling well.” He answers, still pulling you along to his car outside.

The ride back to yours and Charles’ Monaco apartment is quiet. Pierre’s got a tight grip on the steering wheel as he keeps his eyes locked ahead. You pout quietly in the passenger seat, occasionally sparing a glance at the Frenchman beside you.

You follow him back upstairs to the apartment where he waits for you to unlock the door. Once inside he brushes past you and throws his coat on the couch. He walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water pushing it into your hands.

“Drink it.” He says, pulling one out for himself as well.

“I’m not drunk.” You quietly tell him as you unscrew the cap.

He scoffs. “You were drunk enough to think that grinding against Lando was a good idea.”

A smirk grows on your face. You take slow steps towards him. “Are you jealous Pierre?”

“Why would I be jealous? You’re just a kid.” He’s quick to snap.

His answer strikes a nerve, but you persist. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Lando is closer to may age. Just a year younger than me. Maybe I should give him a call, finish what we started.”

His lips are on yours within a second. The kiss is hungry, fueled with fire and the need to finally express the feelings you’ve both had for so long. He pushes you up against the kitchen counter, slotting a leg between yours.

You whimper into the kiss as his leg pushes against your center, your dress sliding up and revealing more skin to him.

Your hands find his hair as his find the bottom of your dress. His fingers trail up your legs to toy with the waistband of your panties.

“Bedroom.” You manage to breathe out in between kisses.

He lifts you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist and walks you both to your bedroom. You can feel the tent growing in his pants as he pushes himself against you.

He kicks the door shut behind him, and drops you on your bed. Clothes are torn off the two of you, thrown to different corners of the room until you’re both just in your underwear.

He dives down to kiss you again, laying between your legs. One of his hands strokes the skin of your thigh, pulling it around him.

You continue to kiss each other, your tongues seemingly dance with each other as he softly starts to thrust his hips against yours. His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbone. He reaches a hand behind you and unlatches your bra, throwing it somewhere behind him.

He brushes a hand over one of your breasts, his fingers softly grazing your nipple. He leans down to kiss along your chest, his teeth marking up your skin as he goes.

“You’ve grown up quite a bit, huh?” He murmurs as he pays equal attention to both breasts.

“I’m not a little kid Pierre.” You roll your eyes at him, but let out a soft moan as he lets his teeth bite softly at one of your nipples.

“That’s for sure.” He says, continuing his journey down your body.

Once again his fingers fiddle with the waistband of your panties. He uses his arms to spread your legs for him, giving him a perfect view of the wet patch that’s grown on your underwear.

“So wet for me chéri?” He presses his fingers against the wet fabric, teasing you through your underwear.

“Should we talk about the tent you’ve got?” You lightly kick his back.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Alright, alright.” His hands move back to the top of your underwear but pause. He looks back up at your face. “Are you sure you want this?”

You do want this, you know you want this. But part of you can’t help but think of your brother, or Pierre’s best friend. This could make things messy for everyone, that is if Charles doesn’t murder Pierre.

You look back down at the man between your legs. Sincerity swims around in the green eyes that stare back at you. You know he’ll back off if you tell him no. That this can all fade away, never to be mentioned again. Or you can grab onto this moment and not let it go, throw caution to the wind.

You nod and give him a soft smile. “I’m sure.”

He returns his own smile, then slowly peels your panties off of you. He tosses them near the pile of his clothes. “I’m keeping those.” He gives your thigh a kiss.

You let out a sigh as his fingers stroke your folds. The sigh turns into a whimper when he lightly taps against your clit.

“So sensitive ma chéri.” He smirks.

He slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pressing against your walls. Your thighs tighten around him as he works his finger in and out of you, then adds another.

You moan out his name as he starts to press against the spongey spot inside you.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He climbs back up your body to kiss you again, stealing your moans from your mouth.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. You push against his chest so he’s looking at you.

“Pierre, I need you inside me.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and raises them to his mouth, sucking your wetness off of them.

“You taste so good chéri.” He practically moans.

You reach out to pull his boxers down. His cock slaps his abdomen as he kicks his underwear away.

You can see the bead of precum that’s gathered on his tip. You spread it over him with a finger, then pump his cock a few times.

Pierre’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He groans.

You lay back down, pulling him down with you. He looks down between the two of you and holds his cock at your entrance. He looks back up at you, silently asking one more time if you’re sure you want this with him. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck.

He notches the head of his cock in you, then slowly pushes himself in. You take a few deep breathes, closing your eyes.

The stretch to fit him is a lot. It didn’t hurt, but his size was more than you were used to accommodating.

When he finally bottoms out, he pauses, giving you a moment. He rests his forehead against yours, pressing soft kisses against your face as you get used to his size.

“You can move.” You murmur.

He pulls himself away then pushes himself back in, creating a rhythm for the two of you.

He’s going slow, too slow. You wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, and so warm.” He moans, his head falling down to your shoulder as his thrusts speed up.

He nips at your shoulder, his teeth creating small dents in the skin.

As his thrusts speed up you can feel him get deeper and deeper until the head of his cock hits the perfect place inside you. You yelp as you clench around him even tighter.

“You feel so good Pierre. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You moan.

He reaches a hand down between you to rub at your clit, quickly sending you over the edge.

Your release triggers his, his cum coating your walls as he drags your orgasms out.

You’re both breathing heavily when you’re finished, clinging onto each other like a lifeline. You unwrap your legs from around him, the muscles tense from your activities.

He softly pulls out of you, causing you to whimper at the now empty feeling between your legs. His cock is soft now, the base coated in a creamy looking white substance, a mix of your releases.

He get up off the bed and goes to your bathroom, when he returns he’s holding a wash cloth in his hand. He cleans you up, apologizing when you wince from the sensitivity.

He goes back to the bathroom to dispose of the wash cloth, then comes back and gets back in bed with you.

He pulls you to his chest and sighs, staring up at your ceiling. Your fingers fiddle with his as you lay in silence.

You sigh. “We’re going to have to talk about this.” You break the silence.

“I know.” He says, pulling you closer to him. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Right now I just want to enjoy holding you in my arms.”

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep, letting the worries of your relationship status fade away for the night.

When you wake up Pierre’s got a tight hold on you. His face is buried in your neck, his arms locked around your torso.

You watch as he sleeps, his soft snores coming out in rhythmic beats. You lift a hand to softly run through his hair, the golden brown strands are soft between your fingers. Your hand traces down his face, over his cheekbone, then to his lips.

His breath hitches as his eyes flutter open. A lazy smile grows on his face as he looks at you.

“Good morning ma chéri.” His voice is deep with sleep.

“Good morning Pierre.” You smile.

As much as you want to bask in the energy of an early morning cuddle session with Pierre, you know you need to talk about last night, about what last night means to you now.

“So…” You trail off.

“So?” He asks, nudging your jaw with his nose, clearly looking for some affection from you.

“So, are we going to talk about last night?” You’re scared of what he’ll say, but you know this is a discussion you need to have.

“Last night was fun.”

Your heart drops. Last night was fun? That’s all he has to say?

“Pierre-”

“I meant what I said. About wanting to do that for so long.” He kisses down your neck, his eyes finding the light purple marks he left along your skin the previous night.

You lift his chin so he’s looking into your eyes again.

“Was that just a one time thing? Because I don’t think I can do this if it was Pierre. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, but I don’t want to give you my heart if you’re just going to break it.”

His eyebrows furrow. How could you possibly think he would break your heart?

“No mon amour, no.” He cups your face in his hands. “I have been in love with you since we were kids, since Charles introduced us. I know that it’s going to be hard working this out with your brother, but I’d like to, if you’ll have me.”

You grin, rolling on top of him and cover his faces in kisses.

You moment of joy is cut short when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/n?” Charles’ voice calls from the other side.

The door starts to open as you roughly push Pierre under your bedsheets.

“I’m changing!” You shout at your brother.

Charles freezes, leaving the door only cracked open.

Pierre sighs, running his hand up and down your leg. An idea comes to him, an evil, risky idea. He crawls further down, and throws your legs over his shoulders. He licks a long stripe through your folds, grinning when he hears you gasp and feels a hand grip his hair.

“Pierre said you weren’t feeling well, how are you feeling now?” Charles asks through the door.

Your eyes roll back as Pierre sucks your clit into his mouth, toying with the little bundle of nerves.

“Y/n?”

“Good! Good, I feel good.” You hope your words don’t sound like a moan.

“Alright, well I’m going to go get some breakfast, would you like to join me?” Charles asks.

“No, no. You go. I’ll stay.” You manage to get out.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” He closes your door again, you can hear his footsteps disappear in the apartment.

You give Pierre’s back a harsh kick, to which he groans, then crawls up out from under the sheets.

“That hurt!” He groans.

“Well I don’t think eating me out in front of my brother is a good way to get him onboard with our relationship.” You scoff.

“So we’re in a relationship now? Officially? You’re asking me to be your boyfriend?” He smirks, wrapping himself around you again.

“I hate you.” You say, but you can’t stop the smile from spreading on your face.

“I love you too.”

[whorekneecentral]

Sous Chef

Yuki Tsunoda x Chef!Fem!Reader

Warnings: yuki's got a crush, daniel plays match maker, cooking lessons, sexual tension, sex in the kitchen, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), cum play, finger sucking.

Word Count: 2,323

Author's Note: this is a random one, I won't lie to you. it's not very holiday based but it fit yuki so here we are :)) - also a very happy birthday to the queen of audios @2-fast-2-curious thanks for always being unhinged with me <33

merry smutmas series

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Yuki finds himself more fascinated by the woman cooking than the food on his plate for once. 

The holiday season was underway and Alpha Tauri was hosting their end of season holiday party for all of their staff.

Anyone that knows Yuki, knows his love and appreciation for food. If there wasn't any room in the budget, they got rid of some things to make sure they could fit in a chef. They didn't cater, everything was made to order - something Yuki greatly appreciated.

The younger driver could see into the kitchen from the little cut out they had, the same spot that the waiters would pick up their dishes. She was young, she moved quickly around the kitchen and it seemed as if she was in there alone. He never fully saw the woman behind the doors, just a glimpse of her here and there.

Dinner had wrapped up and thankfully for the woman behind the closed doors, dessert would be a spread, something she could take her time and work on.

Everyone was mingling and Yuki left his seat, making his way to his teammate, Daniel. "Hey man," Daniel smiled at him.

"Hi Danny," Yuki returns the smile, "do you know who the chef was tonight?" He asks, straight to the point.

Daniel nods, "that's y/n, she's a friend of mine. Why?"

"She's fantastic, the food was really good." Yuki tells him, a smile on his face. Daniel glances over at the opened window before looking back to his teammate. "Yeah it was, wasn't it? You know you can go back and tell her that yourself."

"No," Yuki shook his head, "I don't want to disturb her."

"Oh please, y/n cooks at my place with my niece and nephew running circles around her," Daniel slings his arm over his teammate, "I promise you won't be disturbing her, c'mon."

The Aussie walks his teammate towards the kitchen, bumping the door open with his hip as they walk in. You were in the middle of pipping the custard into the tart tins, not bothering to look up and see who was there.

"Don't even think about it," you say, not looking but you do see Daniel's fingers reaching for the Christmas cookies you had set out to cool.

He tsks, making a face at you when you finally look up. "You're no fun," he says, pulling you into a hug. You squished into your friend's side, the man kissing your forehead. "Dinner was great," Daniel says, letting you go.

"Thank you, Danny."

"I've bought a new admirer for you," he raises his brows, looking over at Yuki, the younger driver waving shyly to you. "I'll leave you two to chat," Daniel says, snatching a cookie off the tray before running out the kitchen.

You shook your head at your friend's theatrics, looking at Yuki now. "Please, help yourself," you tell him, nodding towards the cookies on the counter.

He smiles, picking one up and taking a bite. You had gone back to filling the custard tarts when you hear a soft moan. "Everything okay?" You looked up, brows furrowed.

Yuki blushes, "this is so.. wow. I don't have the words."

You chuckled, "thank you."

"I'm Yuki, by the way." He says, sitting on the bench as he eats his cookie.

You smile, "I know, Daniel talks about you all the time." You set the tarts in the fridge, turning around to face him again. "I'm y/n."

"I know, Daniel also talks about you."

The two of you share a laugh, the man watches as you move about the kitchen and set up the last pieces of dessert. "I just wanted to give you my compliments, the food was amazing."

"Yuki, thank you." You smiled, your hand pressed to your chest. "That's a massive compliment coming from you."

"I can't really cook but I do appreciate a good chef when I meet one."

"Well, I'd be more than happy to teach you a few things if you'd like. I'm in London until Wednesday, then we're closed for the holidays so why don't you come by on Tuesday ?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to disturb you if you've got things to do."

You shake your head, "I'm inviting you, it won't be a disturbance. Please say you'll come by. I have a new recipe I want to test out, so I could use the feedback."

"If you insist," Yuki smiles. You nod, "I do, otherwise I will have to fatten up Daniel again and I won't hear the end of it."

"Okay," he nods, "just send me the address and the time."

"I will," you smile.

--

It's late, the restaurant's lights have already been dimmed and the chairs were stacked up on the tables when he walks in. The hostess was on her way out but she let him in, knowing you were expecting him.

"Y/n?" Yuki calls for you, making his way to the back of the restaurant. "Kitchen!" You shout back, you back turned to the door as you stirred something in the pot.

"Hey," he smiles, walking in.

"Hi," you waved, not turning around just yet. "Can you pass by that jar, the one with the gold lid?" Yuki picks up the jar, opening it and passing it to you. the contents were red, and liquid, he read the label; chilli oil.

"What are you making?"

"It's a new recipe, I told you I needed a taste taster," you smile, setting the jar down as you let the sauce boil on the stove. "How was the drive over?"

"Fine." He smiles.

"Good," you wiped your hands on the towel, "I have a few things to finish up and we can eat. Do you mind helping?"

"That's what I'm here for," he gives you a smile, walking over to the sink to wash his hands before returning. In the meantime, you had set up a few things to cut. "Just the peppers and celery." You tell him, cutting a piece of the celery to show him how big you wanted it and you cut a bell pepper, showing him how to do it.

Yuki starts cutting the celery while you turn the stove off, stirring what was in the pot. You watched as he moved onto the peppers, struggling to get them to the same size you had shown him.

"Like this," you stood behind him, your arms wrapped around him as you held his own hand, showing him. Holding the pepper with one hand, you helped him move the knife slowly, up and down as he cut the peppers.

Yuki can't focus on the peppers, he should - to avoid chopping off a finger but he can't help it. All he can feel is your body pressed to his.

Your cheek pressed to his to watch as he cuts them, finally finishing. "Good job, Yuki."

The simple phrase shook him. "Thanks," he whispers as you let go of him, picking up the chopping board as you add the chopped veggies into the sauce.

Yuki sits, asking if there's anything else he can help with but you assure him that you've got the rest. It takes you a few minutes but you finish up, sliding a plate over the counter to him.

"What do we think?" You asked, handing him a fork. Yuki nods, looking down at the food on his plate. "Smells good."

You stand across from the driver quietly, elbow propped up on the counter with his chin in the palm of your hand, watching as he cuts the piece of chicken sitting on top of the pasta. Yuki takes a careful bite, his face going through 6 different emotions, you aren't able to gauge what he was feeling. 

Brows raised as you wait for the final decision. "Well?" You asked, eager to hear what he thought.

Yuki wipes his mouth on the napkin, a smile on his face when he moves his hand, nodding. "Holy fuck.. that is.. wow."

"Yeah?" You smiled, and he nodded. "So good."

"Okay good, I wanted to make sure. It's a new recipe and I wasn't sure."

"It's perfect.. more than perfect." He says, mouth half full as he takes another bite.

You let Yuki finish eating as you tidy up. The man asks if you'll sit down to eat and you let him know that you already ate; you had a bad habit of eating bits and pieces there, never actually sitting down for a full meal.

Despite not helping to make the mess, Yuki offered to help you clean up. You two cleared up the trash and the leftovers, taking them into the fridge and making a bag for Yuki to take home. You decide to wash the few dishes left over from dinner and Yuki decides to hang around for a bit.

Yuki standing behind you, leaning on the counter as he watches you wash the dishes. Your hips bouncing from side to side along to the beat of the music you had playing

There's a tension in the kitchen, you wouldn't be able to cut it with your sharpest knife.

You ignored it, hoping it would go away but it doesn't. You know where it's come from but you aren't sure how to go about it.

Turning to face the man, he reacts before you could.

The man pins you against the counter, his lips find yours as his hand cups your jaw. Yuki's hands wandering across your body, tugging on the shirt you had on. 

Pulling and pushing, little by little the clothes end up on the floor. 

He lifts you onto the counter, your legs on either side of him as he steps between them. Rubbing up your thigh with one hand, the other pulls you by your chin to look at him.

Your eyes find his, watching as he sinks to his knees in front of you. 

Your hands are flat on the cold counter as you feel his tongue against you. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. Your hips jut forward when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his black hair. 

He glances up at you and you’re like an angel on earth to him right now; head tossed back, skin glistening under the white light of the kitchen, his head buried between your legs. 

Yuki mimicked his actions again until he can feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth. 

He gives you a minute to catch your breath as he kisses his way back up to your face. He smiles as he stands, kissing you and you're even more ready than you were before. 

“This is wrong,” you whisper to him, eyes fixed on his hand that was wandering across your chest at the moment. 

His lips follow his fingers, kissing and leaving little marks as he goes along his way. His tongue brushes over your nipple, your back arches involuntarily; your body betrays you. 

“We can stop,” he says, a hand slipping between your legs.

You stop talking and pull him closer, kissing him once more; your way of telling him yes. He pulls you toward the edge of the counter a little more before he pushes into you. One ankle is over his shoulder and the other hooked around his hip. 

And once again, you were a sight to see; back arched off the counter, eyes closed and your head tilted back, his name tumbling from your lips for what felt like the millionth time.

Yuki has never seen a prettiest sight.

He feels you clench around him, the hand on his shoulder digs in, your nails leaving behind their own set of marks. His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. 

“Oh my god,” your hips bucked, his fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of him.  

“Yuki,” you groaned, eyes pleading with him, “please.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Hold on baby, patience.” He tells you, hooking your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the edge of the counter. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you. The further he pushes, your body just keeps welcoming him like he belonged there.

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Yuki smacks your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and Yuki's thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do.

“Where?” He asks, his head on your shoulder and you know it’s not gonna last. 

Your chest is heaving, barely able to hold yourself up, "anywhere."

It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Yuki cums too. The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy. He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Yuki pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.

You take a minute to catch your breath, falling back against the counter. Yuki smiles, kissing you once more.

"I should cook you dinner more often." You whispered in the quietness of the kitchen.

Yuki laughs, "I'll thank you like that every time."

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[blamemma]

the daniel ricciardo x alpha tauri christmas card features a honey badger stamp, zandvoort turn 3 on the naughty list and a 2024 race seat gift and i just think it's v cute 😌

[slutforpringles]

The key difference to McLaren that makes Ricciardo's revival real

Ricciardo drives the car very differently to regular driver Yuki Tsunoda, but also to Pierre Gasly - who was Alpha Tauri’s spearhead for several seasons. They prefer a later-braking approach with a sharp, later rotation - the V-style we often hear drivers talk about, and that Ricciardo wanted to move away from at McLaren but couldn’t. The way Ricciardo brakes and approaches a corner puts very different demands on the car and tyres, and requires (and instigates) a different kind of car behaviour. What you saw in Mexico was the result of Alpha Tauri really adjusting the car to that for the first time.

“The driving style is different and not only from the mechanical or aero platform, but we know the Pirelli tyres are quite sensitive,” says Alpha Tauri’s chief race engineer Jonathan Eddolls. “The way he drives we can see different tyre temperatures, different tyre temperature balance. We're not talking big numbers, it's not massive, but we can see differences in the way he drives. And he makes the laptime in different parts of the corner. Therefore he exposes different weaknesses to say Yuki does - he drives it in one way, Daniel in a slightly different way. So we just need a slightly different set-up direction for him.”

Ricciardo prefers to carry more speed through the corner by making it more of a ‘U’ shape. To do that he needs a little rear instability on entry to turn in, and enough grip to rotate the car mid-corner without the rear braking away. The McLaren had a lot of peak downforce but it was not always usable, making the car unstable and inconsistent to drive in certain corners and conditions. That was murder for Ricciardo’s preferences. And even now, in a McLaren regularly scoring podiums, Lando Norris says he wants to ‘U’ a corner but has to ‘V’ it off because the car can’t handle that.

Ricciardo admitted he’d had a limitation exposed by his failure to switch styles in the way Norris could, and even how Ricciardo’s replacement Oscar Piastri has. But give him the right car and he was adamant he could still work wonders. That’s what he seems to be moving towards with the AlphaTauri. But achieving that by pursuing this set-up direction was not the work of a moment. AlphaTauri started to experiment after the summer break but Ricciardo only managed one and a bit practice sessions at Zandvoort before breaking his hand.

Then the first attempt at his second comeback of 2023, at Austin, was hamstrung by it being a sprint weekend. Given it was his first race back, upgrades had changed the car’s behaviour in his absence, and the sprint format meant just the one practice session before qualifying, AlphaTauri played it safe and put Ricciardo on Tsunoda’s set-up. That didn’t really work for him. So it was all about getting to Mexico and working on different set-ups to try to unlock a bit more potential from the car based around his driving style. “One of his big limitations has been the front end,” says Eddolls. “So the [new set-up] directions have been able to improve the front end of the car for him, accepting the stability compromise and how that impacts the tyre temperatures through the corner and through the lap.”

It may sound surprising given this was his Kryptonite at McLaren but what Ricciardo has been clear on from the start at AlphaTauri is that he could live with a bit more rear instability. There were signs of this right back in Hungary, where Ricciardo drove the car for the first time. There, and in his second race in Belgium, there was some under-rotation in the car. While the AlphaTauri lacks the aerodynamic peaks of what Ricciardo was driving at McLaren, it seems to have a more stable platform. It’s consistent, and understandable. So Ricciardo actually found that he could cope with some more rear instability than it had, to help give him the front end he needed, without it prompting the kind of inconsistency in car behaviour that he could not handle the way Norris could at McLaren.

The key to understanding the difference is to consider that not all rear instability is the same. AlphaTauri has battled some specific corner entry trouble all season, mainly when its drivers were braking late into heavy braking zones. Given he generally struggled with rear instability at McLaren, it was initially a concern that this might be an issue for Ricciardo. But with the way he drives compared to Tsunoda, Ricciardo didn't counter the same issues with the AT04. Instead, Ricciardo knows what to expect from the car and is able to take it to its limits more comfortably.

“Probably the car that we've got, the characteristics, it behaves,” says Eddolls. “Maybe we haven't quite got the load or efficiency of some of the top teams. However, there's no big fundamental weaknesses of the car other than a lack of a bit of load. He knows what it's going to do. And the fact that it does the same thing, every lap, corner to corner, it's given him the confidence to be able to throw the car into the corners and know that it's going to stick and knows that it’s going to do the same every time. Once we've got that platform in those couple of races earlier in the season, then we can start working on changing the balance corner to corner or through corner with the set-up to try to extract a bit more performance. It's a car that's given him the confidence to be able to push it closer to the limit than maybe he had in McLaren.”

Since Ricciardo’s early races before the summer break, the team has added a bit more aero load through upgrades, and the new set-up direction has now unlocked an even more Ricciardo-friendly balance. In Mexico, Ricciardo was able to use the stronger front end to rotate the car through the corners more to his style - braking a little earlier but riding it a little longer, giving him the grip to turn the front in mid-corner and carrying speed through. The result was being at ease with the car in qualifying, visibly leaning on the front and throwing the car around more.

It doesn’t mean he was on another level to Tsunoda, who looked like he could have been just as quick were his qualifying not sacrificed because of a predetermined engine change and grid penalty. But it did mean Ricciardo was more at the limit of this car for the first time, and feeling more like his old self. This continued in the grand prix itself. The controlled tyre management and comfortable race pace was different to the vast majority of his grands prix for McLaren. Were it not for a red flag, Ricciardo probably would have finished fifth – the final stint suggests he’d have had the race pace to fend off George Russell’s Mercedes (who jumped him at the restart instead), and Norris would have been too far back to catch and pass him on his recovery drive from the back of the grid. Ricciardo also looked feisty at both the start and the post-red flag restart, doing a good job amid frenetic runs to Turn 1 and beyond, and even launched an attack on Russell the final lap. It didn’t quite come off, but how often did you see him able to try that in papaya?

“It was a little weird, at the start of the stint, I didn’t feel as good as towards the end,” Ricciardo said of the second part of the race. “It felt like it took me a little bit to get a rhythm with the tyre. Then the last probably 10 laps, I was able to really start pushing harder. Lando getting George probably hurt George’s tyres a little bit, so that brought him back to me. It was tough. I probably didn’t expect to get that close. When you’re that close, you’re like ‘ah, we could’ve!’. But he protected well in Turn 4. At one point, I was trying to go on the outside, but I could see we were both going to run off and had to abort the mission. We tried, but ultimately, just to be battling a Mercedes at the end, that makes me more happy than just missing out on sixth.”

Ricciardo probably does need a Red Bull Racing promotion to start doing that on a regular basis. Getting the most out of the car he has now must be the objective for the rest of the season – and on this evidence, it should be sustainable. “After last week, it’s funny,” he said. “You can never guarantee a good weekend [but] I’m not surprised we had a good weekend. I was just ready for it, and I think the direction we went with set-up, I knew that would allow me to have a bit more confidence with the car. There’s still certainly some things to get out of it. Even in the race, my first sector was a little average, I wasn’t very consistent there through the first chicane. For sure some things I could improve on, but overall I was very happy with the weekend.”

via: The key difference to McLaren that makes Ricciardo's revival real | The Race

[1655stuff]

How long does it take to remember your teammate?

1. Redbull

Max ✅️

Checo wasn't shown for the letter V ❌️

2. Aston Martin

Lance didn't name Alonso but still got a name for A ❌️

3. Ferrari

Carlos ✅️

Charles ✅️ (almost forgot "Cahlos")

4. Alpine

Estie ✅️

Pierre ✅️

5. Alfa Tauri

Yuki ✅️

6. Alfa Romeo

Zhou ✅️

Thinking about doing one for ex teammates too... inspired by Alonso erasing Ocon from existence 💀💀

[racinggirl]

support || max verstappen 1

my first drabble! I hope you'll like it, you can request more drabbles in my ask box here, just make sure to mention it's about a drabble! If you have tips or things you'd like to see, please tell me. This is also my first max v fic, so let me know if I should write for him more often. words: 900+ (translations are in italics)

October 22nd, 2022. A sad day for the whole Formula One community, and especially for Red Bull and its team members.  Dietrich Mateschitz, one of the co-founders and owners of Red Bull had sadly passed away at an age of 78. 

As soon as the news spread through the paddock, you did your best to find your boyfriend, who for sure would be devastated with this news. With the green VIP access pass hanging around your neck, you walked through the paddock, through the hospitality to make your way to the Red Bull motorhome. 

‘’y/n.’’ You quickly turned around to meet eyes with his blue ones, a sigh escaping your lips as you slowly made your way over. His arms opened, and he embraced you in a tight hug, one with many emotions. 

‘’I can’t believe he passed away, how could this happen…’’ Max mumbled while his face was buried in your neck, your nails scratching lightly over his back to calm him down a little. You could hear by his voice he was emotional, of course he was, Dietrich was one of the reasons Max had become so great in this sport, he was a role model to your boyfriend. 

‘’Come inside, love, let’s talk about it inside, okay?’’ You whispered close to his ear, preventing people from overhearing your entire conversation. Your hand came down to connect with his, the two of you making your way through the motorhome, on your way to Max’ driver room. 

A knock on the door ended your cuddle session, and you watched as your boyfriend went to open it. After some minutes, Max turned around, a weak smile on his lips as he reached for your hand. You got up, understanding the hint and walked towards him to intertwine your fingers. 

‘’We’re going to do an honorary ceremony for Dietrich at the track and in the pitlane.’’ He whispered, his arms immediately wrapping around you to pull you against his chest. ‘’Will you be in the garage, please, I need you there.’’ He added, making you nod, your hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs rubbing the small stubbles on the lower parts of his face. ‘’Of course, schatje.’’ darling

As you followed Max towards the garages, you quickly pecked his lips before watching him walk to the track, Checo, Carlos, Daniel, Seb and Alex following him to take place next to Helmut, Christian, Yuki and Pierre who were already standing there with the Alpha Tauri crew. 

Every time things were starting to get rough, you caught Max looking over your way, searching for your support, which you gave him instantly by giving him a reassuring smile, one that said, ‘everything is going to be okay’. And that’s exactly what he needed. 

After the pictures were taken, and people had showed their tribute, Max walked back towards the pitlane, where you were waiting for him. 

Alex and Checo gave you a weak smile the moment they saw Max wrapping his arms around you, and you returned the favor. Carlos soon walked towards the four of you, and Seb and Daniel, who were busy chatting, stopped to accompany you. Pierre and Yuki joined you not long after.

‘’That was beautiful, guys.’’ You smiled kindly, rubbing Max’ back the moment he pulled away from your cozy hug. He stepped to the side, completing the circle you were now standing in with the rest of the (old) Red Bull drivers, and you felt your boyfriends’ hand on your lower back. It was his love language, physical touch. 

‘’He was a great man.’’ Seb started, and Daniel joined him. ‘’Yeah, he for sure was, he did everything for us.’’ Alex and Checo nodded at that. ‘’And he won’t ever be forgotten.’’ Carlos added. ''Never.'' Yuki smiled, at which Pierre nodded.

After you spent some time hearing them bring up old memories of Dietrich, the day came to an end, and you and Max were back at the hotel. You were taking off your make up, braiding your hair to the side and watched as Max was brushing his teeth. After you did the same, you got into the comfy bed, smiling as you instantly felt your boyfriends’ arms around you. 

‘’Thank you, lieverd.’’ He whispered while he placed soft kisses on your neck just below your ear. sweety

‘’For what?’’ You hummed silently, enjoying the small touches he made. ‘’For being there to support me today, for helping me get through the day.’’ His warm breath on the side of your neck made goosebumps appear on your body, your eyes closing as you moved a little to be even closer to him. 

‘’You don’t have to thank me for that, that’s what I’m here for. Ik doe alles voor je.’’ You whispered back. I'll do anything for you

‘’I just wish he would have been there this weekend; you know? So, he could see us, hopefully, win the constructors championship.’’ He sighed, his arms tightening around you, needing you even closer than before. 

‘’Hey, he will.’’ You mumbled, turning around in his arms so you were now facing him. Your hands rose to his cheeks, cupping them as you forced him to look you in the eyes. 

‘’He’s not gone, Max, he’s here, and he will see you get that championship.’’ You said, your thumbs rubbing his cheeks. 

‘’I’m going to win, for him, for Dietrich.’’ He whispered with a small smile before he pressed his lips on yours. 

And boy, did he do that. 

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Twelve Take A Step Back From The Chaos

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Today was the start of the season, emotions were high as Vali receives a letter from one person she wishes could have been by her side

Warnings: mentions of wanting to beat someone up, letter from Jules 😭😭

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Nothing could stop my heart from racing as I made my way through security. Today was my first official weekend as an F1 driver, my first race of the season would be on Sunday.

I didn’t admit this to anyone but I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about, actually getting on the track with the boys in a completely different car or talking to the media regarding my past or seeing Charles.

After the night he broke up with Becky and I cried myself to sleep in his arms. I didn't speak to him, not that we were speaking prior to that but still I made sure to fully shut him out. Whether that was due to embarrassment or something else I would never know. Over the last month he had tried to reach out to me but every call and text went unanswered. I needed to get my head in the game, he had already made a name for himself whereas I still had a lot to prove.

Pushing the thoughts out of my head I saw Josh strolling towards me and Pierre with an extremely large grin on his face. The moment he was close to me he draped his arm around my shoulder, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

“How do you feel?” he asked as we walked towards the Alpha Tauri motorhome.

“Excited, nervous, sick.” I mumbled, pulling one of my arms out of the backpack straps leaving it hanging on one shoulder. I just needed to get this interview over and done with and then I could settle a bit. “What time is my press conference?” I asked as we walked into the motorhome, the moment we were behind the safety of closed doors I dumped my backpack on the sofa and kicked off my trainers, instantly feeling at home.

“You have an hour to chill out, wander around the place, basically do whatever you want before we need to head over to the press conference.” Josh nodded.

“Okay” I hummed, making a b-line for the coffee machine.

“Oh one more thing V,” Josh said, his voice dropping a little bit like he was reluctant to tell me. Raising my brow at him I silently told him to spit it out. “Charles will be in the same press conference along with Pierre. Apparently the organisers thought it would be a good thing to have the three childhood friends together for your first press conference.”

“Of course they did.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I turned back to making a much needed coffee.

Running my hands through my hair I took a deep breath, I could do this. I was Valentina Hendrix and I could take anything that came my way. It was time to focus on my career and not my love life.

Once I had a coffee in my hand, I wandered around the motorhome until I found my area, seeing my name on the door caused butterflies to erupt within my stomach, but it also caused tears that I refused to let roll down my cheeks, I wasn’t going to let people see me cry.

Pushing my way into the room I flopped down onto the sofa, placing the coffee on the small side table. I was alone and my thoughts were extremely loud with no way of calming them. Now I was in the safety of my own room silent tears rolled down my cheeks. This was a bittersweet moment.

Holding my head in my hands I let the tears fall, hoping if I got all of them out now then I wouldn’t embarrass myself in front of the press. However I wasn’t alone for long before there was a soft knock on the door.

“Nugget, it is only me.” Pierre’s voice appeared from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” I breathed.

The moment he saw me in tears he rushed over to my side, dropping my backpack on the floor before engulfing me into a tight hug. He didn’t need to ask what all the tears were for, he knew. He knew how hard this was going to be for me, my first race as a Formula One driver without Jules cheering me on from the pits.

When I imagined this day I could see it so clearly, Jules and my Dad fighting with race engineers trying to take control of the radio and me fighting it out with Charles and Pierre on the track. At least one of those things would happen this weekend but once again I thought things would be completely different with me and Charles.

“Your Dad asked me to give you this.” Pierre whispered, taking my hand in his, pressing a kiss on my knuckles before passing me a small gift box and an envelope.

I choked on my breath as I saw my name written in the messy handwriting that belonged to Jules.

“I will leave you alone but you know where I am if you need me.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Once Pierre had left the room I let out a shaky breath as I slowly opened the envelope. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to read his words but I knew he would want me to read this before the race.

Ma douce fille, My Sweet Girl,

If you are reading this then unfortunately we both know that that means.

You know I would have done anything in my power to be there at your first race as a Formula One driver. Just like we both know that I would end up being kicked out of the garage for annoying everyone in the team.

I knew you would be able to do it, I remember when you never believed it but watching you grow up to find your confidence behind the wheel is something that I will always be proud of.

I don’t even have to be there to know that you are going to kick everyone’s asses out there. You have and always will be a force to be reckoned with when you put your mind to it.

Please remember to take a deep breath and slow down a little bit, I know that is ironic considering you will be driving at high speed but you only get your first race once so take a breath, maybe even a step back from the chaos that is a race weekend and take it all in.

This is a moment you will always remember so make it a special one.

When you get out there, forget everything, nothing else matters apart from you and the track. Just focus on that and you will do amazing. And if you don’t get a podium on your first race then so be it.

Remember I will always be there with you even if I’m not there. I will always be watching over you.

So go out there and drive like you have never driven before.

Tout mon amour. All my love

Uncle J xx

It was safe to say I couldn’t control the tears that were freely falling down my cheeks, feeling something drop into my lap. I placed the letter on my knee to investigate the item. The moment I picked it up more tears fell, I held the white and purple yarn bracelet between my fingers as a sad smile crossed my face. This was the bracelet that I made him when I was five years old, he never took it off, he wore it to every race.

Slipping the bracelet on my wrist I took a deep breath, wiping my cheeks with the sleeve of my hoodie I pushed myself to my feet, placing the letter in the front pocket of my back pack.

Quickly checking I had my phone on me I decided that it was time to go for a wander around the track. I had a routine when I was in the W-Series and I planned on carrying that on here. Grabbing my airpods from my backpack I pulled them out of the case, placing them in my ears before checking they were connected as I opened up spotify. Soon enough the sounds of my race playlist was filling my ears, I had no specific music that was in this playlist but it was all hype songs.

One thing I was sure of, I wasn’t looking forward to this press conference. No doubt they would start asking questions about mine and Charles’ relationship along with my past and the police record, so I needed to get my head in the game. The last thing I needed was to snap at the reporters at my first press conference.

Becky was true to her word and my mugshot and arrest record was making its way around the internet. I had read a couple of the articles that had appeared and I couldn’t help but laugh, they had stretched the truth out so much it was a joke. I had spotted her walking around the track with a smug grin on her face thinking she had won but in fact she wasn’t even close.

Luckily I hadn’t bumped into her yet this morning but that all changed when she walked past me, literally barging into me as she passed.

“You think you are so clever don’t you?” I shouted at her as I turned so I was facing her and walking backwards, I could feel Pierre cringe at my outburst. He knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my cool around her now I had found out the truth.

“I’m not the one with an arrest record.” she smirked, walking closer to me.

“I will fucking wipe that smirk off your face.” I growled, taking one step closer, squaring up to her. “How's the nose by the way? Still broken?” I laughed coldly. “You are nothing but a fucking homewrecker and you time is fucking coming bitch.”

“Nugget, ce n'est ni le moment ni le lieu. Nugget, this is neither the time nor the place.” Pierre said as he wrapped his fingers around my arm dragging me away from Becky.

I decided to keep my mouth shut until we got far enough away.

“You have to spoil my fun, don’t you?” I pouted, as we came to a stop outside the press conference room.

“I want nothing more than to see you beating the living shit out of her but maybe not on trackside on your first race.” he said, running his hand over his face. “I get that you are angry, but you gotta be smart about this, hit her when she least expects it.”

Rolling my eyes at his comment, I knew he was right but that didn’t stop me from getting the urge to smack her around the face with a chair every chance I got.

Taking a deep breath, I fiddled with Jule’s bracelet before walking into the room, this was it. It felt like I was walking into the lion's den with no protection.

The moment I saw Charles it was like someone had lit my skin on fire.

Why couldn’t I just move on? Why did he have to have such a hold on me?

Pierre took his seat at the far end of the room leaving only one seat available between him and Charles. Whilst my back was turned to the reporters I quickly flipped Pierre off, rolling my eyes when he poked his tongue out at me. Silently I took my seat between both of them, it was now or never.

As everyone in the room fell silent I reminded myself of the words from Jules.

This is a moment you will always remember so make it a special one.

Looking up at the ceiling I ran my fingers over the bracelet, trying to focus on my breathing. This was my time to shine, my time to clear the air with the reports and most importantly my time to dominate this season and it all started right now.

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[f0point5]

i need Visa Cash App RB to be so fucking for real right now… like it was a funny joke but come onnn

there’s no way anyone on apart of the team thought “yeah that looks and sound good, let’s roll”. nuh-uh, they’ve sold their souls.

absolutely no hope for the livery or them actually being referred to as Visa Cash App RB, it’ll be Alpha Tauri or Toro Rosso.

sick of ads/sponsors insisting their names be the call card for teams when they don’t have longevity in the sport! they stay for a couple years then bugger off, leaving a skeleton name that gets even worse with the next ad/sponsors😭

They need to be so serious with me. Was visa not enough? Are they so poor that they needed to cashapp to this dumpster fire? And they sold naming rights to…I mean…guys be so serious. Apparently they’re nicknaming it “V-CARB” like it’s a damn protein shake…I cannot.

And no one is going to call it that. Everyone will continue calling it alpha Tauri or TR until they change the name to something else. Liberty Media and the FIA is up everyone’s ass but they let THIS go ahead?