#I love f1

[nanixo]

✨manifesting my life as a wag✨

[taurussbabe]

And f1 fan 🫶

[itgirlgasly]

THIS IS FOR MEEEEEEE

[hensunrik]

Happy rb19 livery reveal to my redbull girlmutuals

[sebsdaniel]

My dad just added up every cost we had for this GP and it's €700 for just us two with the cheapest tickets😭

[scrollonso]

[race-week]

Piastri: “After the race I looked at my car and my diffuser and I’m pretty sure that the engineers didn’t design it that way”

[norris55s]

chaotic texts - lando norris

reader x lando norris texts except they’re crazy (pt. 2)

pt. 1 pt. 3 pt. 4

warnings: suggestive texts [18+ please], mentions of cheating (but it isn’t cheating)

a/n: i tried to include jealous/whiny lando per requests!

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[ef-1]

stop this family is so funny im crying

[w00d1and]

i’ll never get over how oscar raises his eyebrows all the time like it’s smt so simple but?? it always reminds me of a parent being like “oh that’s nice sweetheart.” i just think it’s so silly

[nanixo]

manifesting a future at f1 cuz it’s my new obsession <3

[countingstars-17]

there's something very sweet about charles and max sharing a car to get to the podium and leaving together after the celebrations so they can keep talking to each other

[cowboylor]

gold-skinned eager baby

— the only thing that can bring charles down to earth after a race. charles leclerc x fem!reader (18+) oral (f. receiving), soft dom charles, (1) spank.

your sundress is hiked up to your waist before he sinks to his knees.

charles fists the floral pattern in his hand, snaking the other to hastily rub his fingers against you—quickly, without keeping rhythm in mind, anything to keep you whimpering into his neck.

“charles,” you’re saying between his rough kisses. “baby—”

you can't finish any thought when he gets like this. so stoic and eager to have his way with you that you can't help but abandon all words and let him spread your legs however he pleases.

when he finally trails past your navel and he's peering up at you from his knees, you're dry-mouthed and not sure where to put your hands.

“let me taste you,” he orders gruffly, using both hands to keep your dress above your panty line. your head falls back when you feel his breath waft over your clothed core. pressing his mouth against you, he murmurs, “open up for me, mon amour.”

you’re suppressing your moan through bitten lips, resisting the urge to press yourself deeper onto his face but trying to remain considerate.

“you—” you feel your eyelids involuntarily flutter when his nose nudges against your clit. “you don’t have to.”

your body shudders when you feel him chuckle against you, before moving to look you in the eye. you swallow roughly, staring back at his dark eyes that seem more blown out than usual.

“this,” his fingertips hook around the band of your underwear. “is for me.”

it becomes clear. pleasing you is always something charles has been able to control. something that he takes pride in—hearing the noise you make whenever he takes you over the edge is something he'll remember even after he forgets his own name. it's a constant. it can't be taken away by a bad qualifying session. and when would you ever deny him?

he’s quick with it; his calloused hands running up your thighs before gripping them tightly, pulling you against his mouth again. he presses a wet kiss against your swollen bud, murmuring incoherent praises into you until you’re whining and pulling his hair with nowhere to go but the wall behind you.

“charles,” you gasp his name like a prayer. “please.”

he hitches your leg over his shoulder, his mouth continuing to work against your cunt—drawing sloppy, figure eights with the tip of his tongue and glancing up at you for stolen looks at your fucked-out expression.

“right there,” you muse through bitten lips. “you’re good—you’re so good.”

your praise is met with a swift slap to the side of your thigh.

his muffled agreement against your cunt makes you stifle a smile and you have to resist the urge to tell him how good he is again. how good he is at everything he does and especially, how good he is at making you fall apart on his tongue.

“fucking—” he growls between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. “—soaking.”

you’re mewling, arching against the wall and as he holds your thighs apart. you just about melt when he peers up at you again, eyebrows knitted in frustration from everything else and desire for you. your mouth runs dry. his face is smothered against you before you could remind him how much you love him.

“come for me,” he groans into you—the vibration sending shocks down your spine. “come all over my mouth.”

there are not enough oh god's left in you by the time the heat in your lower stomach coils and you're tugging on his hair harshly. when his nose presses harshly into your clit as he lapping at your core, your thighs begin to shake.

when he pulls your sundress back down, he’s turning you around just as quickly. pressing you against the wall from behind, you gasp as he moves to press himself into you.

“you can take more, can’t you, cherie?” he’s muttering on the cusp of your ear. your eyes roll back because yes, yes—you would take everything he gave you in this moment. “be a good girl and take more for me, yes?”

[souvenir116]

Charles being sassy for 39 seconds:

all vids are from Clara 🤍

[vroom-vrooms]

I will never forget the time Max Verstappen, geography nerd, the guy that memorized flags as a kid, asked Charles if Singapore’s flag was Monaco’s flag

He literally just faked not knowing something so he would have an excuse to talk to his crush and that’s so funny he’s such a loser

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

People really out here writing charles as a timid shy little angel of a kid when he really was a chaos gremlin that didn’t know braking was an option and pushed people off the track

Baby Charles’ face: 👼😇🪽✨🥹💗

Baby Charles’ personality: 👹😈😼😡💀🔥

Look him and tell me he doesn’t look like he would bite ur head off for track position