#f1 rpf

[sorryaboutthelean]

i went to a con and don’t like anime. but I had fun with @dentondeathmetal :3

#me #the suggested tag was ‘mental illness’ #fernando alonso #f1 rpf

[landoom]

AO3 Stats - Number of F1 fanfics through the years

I did this little graph after a discussion on the Golden Boots Boy Discord and I thought some of you might find it interesting!

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 rpf #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 rpf #ao3 #ao3 stats

[earl-grey-teacake]

hi, i’m currently sick and it got me thinking about baby loscar when they’re both sick? are they like really well behaved and just miserable or is it just constant tears? i can totally see baby loscar both refusing to take their medicine and just causing their parents grief.

Awww I hope you feel better! 🥰

They are both but just at vary degrees. Oscar is more quiet and miserable. His eyes are constantly glassy like they are on the verge of tears but he doesn't cry as much. He does most of his crying at night when he a combination of hot/cold and his nose is stuffy and sleeping is practically impossible for him. He definitely causes his parents grief since the poor child just looks miserable constantly and they can't do anything about it.

Logan is more constant tears. He's hot, his body aches, and everything around him makes him incredibly dizzy. It's awful for him. His wailing can be heard throughout the home and he has to be held constantly since he'll cry for so long and so violently that he can sometimes choke. He becomes a lot more quiet and just weepy as the night goes on but the sudden change from loud to quiet really freaks out his parents.

Both babies hate their medicine. I have never met a baby that liked their cold medicine. The cold medicine given to babies tends to be grainy and saccharine so it really isn't a pleasant experience for children. Giving them cold medicine is a two person job with one person holding the baby tightly while the other dispenses the medicine and making sure they don't spit it up. Usually the person who is least swayed by their child is the one holding them since the babies will cry and plead and stuff their face into their parent's shirts in hopes of salvation.

However, once the children have recovered, all the parents get sick and the children get sent to their grandparents.

Thank you for the ask! ❤️

#f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #logan sargeant #galex #alex albon #george russell #lando norris #carlando #carlos sainz #baby!logan #baby!oscar #baby!loscar AU #oscar piastri

[wanderingblindly]

Watch Me (Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, 5.4k words)

It's half seven, and just like nearly every other day since he's moved in, his neighbor is in his bathroom – poorly concealed by the frosted glass window that's not nearly as frosted as it should be. He's standing on his toes, bending over his sink to get closer to the mirror, clad in next to nothing but short, black briefs. His eyes roam higher, heartrate spiking when he sees it, just like every other time he's seen it: Oscar's neighbor, a seemingly unmated omega, wears his collar. At home. Alone. When he's wearing next to nothing else.

Read Here!

Rated Explicit, please do not ask me to elaborate im already going through a lot here

#i don't KNOW #yes this is the one from the WIPs i've been tagged to post #landoscar #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #Watch Me

[usssputnik]

I can't believe noone (that I know) made Lestappen fuck in Max's private jet yet, Strollonso nation is winning this round and their entire fandom is me, that amazing artist we all know, two girls and Alonso himself

#lestappen #strollonso #lance stroll #fernando alonso #f1 rpf #charles leclerc #max verstappen #ao3 #Fanfic #Fanfiction

[lovelylotusf1]

Under my skin - Jukebox the Ghost || & - Tally Hall || Puppet Loosely Strung - The Correspondents || Redesign your Logo - Lemon Demon

#hello i bring you this delusion-fueled edit #would you still love me if i spent way too much time on this #i hope the lyrics don't feel to disconnected from each other #i was motivated by vibes alone #carcar #f1 web weaving #f1 web weave #f1 rpf #lotus edits

[landofest2024]

LANDO'S BOYFRIENDS BUFFET - FANFICS ARE DUE TODAY!

That's it!! It's time to set up the Buffet before we can taste all the delicacies you've prepared!!

Your fics should be submitted to the collection today!

The fics will be revealed on the 5th May

If you need a little bit more time, it will still be possible to post your fic between the 27th April and the 4th May! If it's still not enough for you, just reach out by DM and we will see what we can do!

#formula 1 #f1 #f1 fanfic #lando norris #f1 fic #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #formula 1 fanfic #formula one #formula 1 rpf

[f1shipbracket]

Group B: Matchup 1

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 rpf #f1blr #charles leclerc #max verstappen #fernando alonso #jenson button #lestappen #charles leclerc/max verstappen #buttonso #fernando alonso/jenson button

[scrollonso]

💕if you get this answer with three random facts about yourself and send this to the last seven blogs in your notifs. Anon or not doesn’t matter, get to know the person behind the blog.

1: I've only been an F1 fan for 3 months... yeah 🤫

2: I'm also a Kpop stan and have been for 9 years

3: I've been writing RPF since i was 11 started w/ kpop on wattpad

#i luv rpf #yet i still cant update my au #f1 #formula 1 #aston martin #fernando alonso #lance stroll #strollonso #ls18 #fa14 #first kiss au #rpf #kpop rpf #f1 rpf

[landoom]

F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Magical Realism

you don't have to know that it's haunted (8373 words) by mintchocolatechip97 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Summary: At twenty-six, Charles is a witch, and a son, and a racecar driver. He’s learnt what magic can’t save him from, and when it soothes. He likes to think he has it all under control. But the most dangerous thing a witch can do is want. And Charles’s longings outnumber the fish of the Mediterranean Sea. Charles is a witch. Max finds out.

oOoOoOo

wilde (12801 words) by debrief Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “I’m not sure how aware you are, but people online have started speculating about Oscar since last weekend,” Linda’s static voice comes through. Lando swivels around on his heel. “About Oscar being a merman? What? How—” “No,” Linda says, measured. “They’re speculating that he’s your wag.” A pause. “What’s a wag?” Oscar asks.

oOoOoOo

he may be your dog but he's wearing my collar (3611 words) by glasscushion Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “I'll be two minutes, and then we can try and get that stupid collar off you.” Lando’s bottom lip drops and his face glazes over. “Huh?” His tongue slips out, fat and wet, and traces the edge of his front teeth. “The trophy. That's what it looks like, isn't it? A collar.” Oscar mimes hooking a finger inside a shirt collar and gags. “All tight like that, on your throat.” "Ha." It's not a laugh, just an open-mouthed noise. “Yeah. Suppose so.”

oOoOoOo

roll two ones on the dice (4190 words) by anderstorpgrandprix Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “There we go,” Oscar mumbles, and the belt unravels from Lando’s wrist. Lando rubs his skin, looks at the faint red mark around it. Oscar starts to work on the knot around the bedpost and asks, “Do I wanna know why you’re tied up?” “So I wouldn’t go anywhere. Sleepwalk or teleport or whatever.” “Right,” Oscar huffs. “And now I’m here instead.”

oOoOoOo

no proof, not much (but you saw enough) (3494 words) by ipleadbritney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: A soul bond is like any other type of magic; you can buy it in a bottle. Or, to be more precise, you can manufacture it. Oscar and Lando are accused of having an illegal soul bond.

oOoOoOo

from the ashes (phoenix rising) (8996 words) by 14CookiesGone Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Oscar’s gotten used to the dull ache between his shoulder blades. His wings, which were not yet fully feathered when he stepped into his role as test and reserve driver at Alpine, have always carried an additional weight than they probably should. They’re also dull - a murky yellow and burnt orange combination that makes him look like the back end of forgotten autumn. A forgotten talent, perhaps. OR Oscar's wings begin to change during the 2023 season, and he does his best to figure out why.

oOoOoOo

Needs Improvement (7104 words) by peachbellini Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Will you shut up? Oscar thinks, trying to remember where his bite point is, Lando’s voice ringing in his ears. He doesn’t want to say it out loud, be rude to him on the radio for the world to hear, but this is just silly. Distracting. I can’t drive with you shouting like that. You’re not going to disappoint anyone. The lights start to count up Wait Lando sounds confused. How can you hear what I’m thinking?

oOoOoOo

sju sorters blommor (5940 words) by anderstorpgrandprix Rating: Mature Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “You should’ve heard Kim’s scream,” Oscar continues. He gestures down at his sneakers, then, at the purple stains covering almost the entire left shoe. “And I spilled smoothie all over myself.” “M’sorry,” Lando says. He doesn’t mean to, really, but it rushes out of him. He’s embarrassed, and tired, and sick of it, so his normally subpar brain-to-mouth filter is down for the count. Oscar huffs. “Why are you sorry? It’s not like you—oh. Oh no. Oh no.” Lando feels himself flush. He’s warm all over, skin prickling, and it doesn’t help that Oscar is suddenly bending over in laughter, slapping his thigh like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him. “It’s not funny.” Oscar keeps laughing, hands on his knees to support the way his body convulses. It's a bit over the top, Lando thinks. “You caused an earthquake!”

oOoOoOo

fluorescent (kid, adult and everything in between) (10515 words) by AnItalianFrie Rating: Not Rated Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell Summary: When George is five, he falls while playing in the garden of his house. His mum finds him there, crying on the ground and hugging his scrapped left knee, his face red, ugly snot dripping down his nose, and his skin glowing. or George is in love with Alex. He also glows. He tries to cope with both.

MASTERPOST

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[earl-grey-teacake]

How is the relationship between baby! Loscar and their dads’ teammates? This brings me to my other question, who are Lando’s and Alex’s teammates considering their teammates are their babies?

That is a great question and one I cannot believe I haven't answered yet.

Lando's teammate is Pato O'ward (currently an Indycar driver). Oscar has a love-hate relationship with Pato. Pato has the vibe of someone who would tease Oscar and it would annoy him but Oscar also loves him a lot and calls his "Uncle Pato". Pato spoils Oscar with a million treats and toys. He really enjoys breaking through Oscar's impassivity which will either elicit a giggle or a frustrated yell and Pato's laughter will only further frustrate him.

Alex's teammate is Mick Schumacher. Logan adores Mick and Mick adores Logan. That is the clearest way to describe their relationship. Logan sees Mick as a cool older brother and is always excited to play with him. Sometimes, when Alex is busy, Logan will hang out in Mick's driver's room where he has his own little set up there. They'll toss a ball around or watch old race clips of Mick's dad. Mick, in turn, absolutely dotes on Logan and is the easiest victim to Logan's tears and puppy eyes.

Thank you for the ask! ❤️

#f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #logan sargeant #baby!logan #oscar piastri #baby!oscar #baby!loscar au #mick schumacher #pato o'ward

[dzala-va]

the Bull and the Horse

Max and Charles in medieval-fantasy AU with F1 drivers!

#formula 1 #f1 art #f1 fanart #f1 rpf #Ferrari #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #red bull racing #red bull f1 #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen

[dilemmaontwolegs]

What a Mess || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: After the disastrous start to the Brazilian GP, Charles needs an outlet Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, oral, rough sex, choking WC: 1.3k

Charles didn’t say a word as he navigated his way through the garage to you. His team patted his back and offered words of consolation but he didn’t feel them, he didn’t hear them. All Charles needed was an outlet for the blood pulsing through his body with all the rage of an inferno.

You were on your feet as soon as you saw him round the corner and though you couldn’t see his eyes through the visor of his helmet you knew that they would have darkened with the storm of emotions ravaging him. He didn’t stop as he reached you, merely reaching out after ripping the glove off his hand and grasping your upper arm to tow you along with him.

“Charles, I’m so sor-”

“Don’t,” he spat, the tone clipped and acerbic. “Don’t say another word.”

You kept your lips closed and nodded as you let him guide you out of the sight of his team. The garage wasn’t as permanent as some of the other tracks, with temporary walls erected from thin materials, so silence was needed when he shut the door to his driver room. You watched as Charles grabbed a chair and shoved the metal back up under the door handle before testing its durability. 

Your fingers were already reaching for the zipper at the side of your dress as he tugged his helmet off his head and let it fall to the concrete floor with a crack. He tugged his balaclava off next and dumped it next to your dress at your feet as you reached for him. For a moment he closed his eyes and let you cradle his face, the lack of crease lines on his cheeks showing just how little he spent wearing the protective gear. You would do anything to see Charles race again - really race, like he did last year. 

Somehow he still had hope for next year.

But what he needed now, well, Ferrari couldn’t give that to him. Only you could give him what he needed. An escape.

“Turn around,” he whispered as he caught your hands and pulled them away from his face. “Bend over.”

You complied in an instant, eager for the pleasure he promised and the high he was chasing. Your hands spread across his massage table as you pressed your front down onto the cold black vinyl and heard the velcro snap of his collar before the zipper was dragged down his race suit.

“Don’t make a sound,” he breathed across your skin and you shivered with delight as dropped to his knees behind you. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”

His palms grasped your ass, roughly massaging them as he watched you squirm on the table impatiently. Next came his teeth, a chuckle following the bite to the sensitive skin at the back of your thigh as your back stiffened with the sounds you barely suppressed. His strong hands pushed your stance wider and his breath was heavy at the sight before him.

Finally. Finally, he buried his head between your legs and dragged his tongue along your slit. You couldn’t hear his moan when he tasted you but you could feel the vibrations on your core and your nails nearly pierced the vinyl at the sensation.

Charles worked you into a frenzy with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. He wasn’t happy until your legs could barely hold you without buckling and your silence was broken with a muffled cry. One orgasm rolled into the next and you lost yourself in the heady feeling, your mind empty save for the man who rose to his feet behind you.

“You’re a mess,” he whispered in your ear as he draped his body over yours, pride thick in his tone. You relished the weight that pinned you in place and the warmth of his skin on yours, barely being able to remember when he had stripped his fireproofs off. Charles’ hand fisted your hair and turned your head to crane back enough to see his green eyes jaded. “You’re a mess, just like me.”

Whatever argument you might have put up was swallowed by his kiss and it was just as messy with teeth and tongue. You melted at the growl he gave as he won the fight for dominance as he always did and a hand slipped between your bodies as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“Putain,” he swore as he reverted back to his native tongue. Your neck was still strained and the ability to talk or even swallow was almost impossible but still a strangled sound escaped as he snapped his hips and filled your cunt with one hard thrust. “Shhh, ma chat.”

You tried, you really tried, but your brain was no longer connected to your body as he fucked you into a mindless state. Your eyes rolled back into your head with each long stroke and your ability to breathe was lost when he bent his knees and somehow found a deeper angle. 

There was no hope of keeping quiet when he found the sweet spot deep inside you and whatever he saw on your face had his hand curling around your throat. The sound that was building deep in your chest was choked with his tightening fingers and your heartbeat began to throb in your ears. 

Your head spun and your body reacted, your hips bucking and your core tightening. Just when you thought you were going to have to reach for his hand, his fingers loosened and your lungs gasped for fresh air before it was stolen again. He knew what you could handle, and you knew you could trust him. He needed this as much as you did. He needed to be in control of something when it seemed everything was out of his reach. You were more than willing to let him control you. 

This time when your orgasm came your cunt clenched tight around his cock and he trembled at the feeling. He called you his vice, in every sense of the word, and he relinquished the control he had yearned for as he lost himself in his own blissful release. 

For a few moments he just lay there, draped across your body like a comforting blanket but all too soon the noise of the world around returned to your drumming ears and reality drew him from you. 

“Why the fuck am I so unlucky?” he asked as he swiped his clothes from the floor, but you weren’t sure if he was asking the universe, himself or you.

“There’s no such thing as luck, Charles,” you answered anyway. His eyes flicked to you and watched your skin disappear beneath the dress you pulled back on. “Ferrari is unreliable. If you want to change your ‘luck’, start with changing your team.”

“You know I can’t do that,” he sighed. He kicked the chair aside that blocked the door before opening it and brushing his sweaty hair back into place. “I’ll see you tonight?”

He shouldn’t have had to ask and his insecurities only made you sad as you stepped closer to him. You caught his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tipping his head down so you could see your reflection in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

His smile almost chased away the shadows on his face before he kissed you, soft and gentle this time. “I should go.”

“You smell like sex.”

He froze and realised he hadn’t even been thinking clearly enough to wash his face and after running his tongue over his lips he could still taste you. A real smile grew on his face and his head fell forward to touch yours with a laugh. “Oh my god, I told you I am a mess.”

“Yes, you are,” you agreed with a laugh as you closed the door again. “But this is a mess that I can help with. Come on, take a seat, it’s my turn to boss you around.”

#charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #f1 rpf #f1 smut #charles leclerc smut

[rubywingsracing]

Partners in Crime

LandOscar Spy/Assassin AU!

#f1 #mclaren #papaya army #lando norris #f1 fanart #oscar piastri fanfic #landoscar spy au #spy au #assassin au #hitmen #landoscar fanart #landoscar fanfic #oscar piastri fanart #lando norris fanart #ln4 fanart #op81 #they fuck shit up fr #hot as hell ngl #they could murder me any day #the landoscar brain rot is all consuming #formula one fanart #formula one #f1blr #f1 rpf

[kimis-gloves]

when the sun hits - lando norris - oneshot

wc: 713

warnings: 18+, exhibitionism/“public” sex, dirty talk, p in v, tiny bit of fingering, lando is a slut, slightly possessive lando. TW: alex sucking at dialogue

its a breezy night in Monaco, you’re in the passenger seat of your boyfriends McLaren. playing on aux is some song by slowdive, but as you pay more attention to all of the details, you get lost in reality. the beauty of the setting sun hitting lando’s face, the way that the song playing is the perfect one for this moment as it capsules the sheer rawness of the moment.

“Lando, have i told you that you’re beautiful?”

“My love, you’re the beautiful one here”

“Seriously lando, you’re fucking gorgeous”

lando doesn’t say anything after that, just gives you a warm smile and a slight chuckle. he’s had his right hand on your thigh but you haven’t noticed how its been inching closer and closer to your spot.

“pay attention to the road, baby” lando rolls his eyes at this, you know he’s the best person to be driven by but you love teasing him about innocent things. “id rather pay attention to how wet you’re getting for me right now.” lando says, making you gasp and blush at the sudden profoundness lando gives you.

next thing you know, lando has pulled up into some eerily empty parking garage, taking his time to get to the highest level available. the view it gives is perfect, not because of the sunset, but because of the glow its been putting on lando’s face, the orange glow making all of his features brighten, his eyes like daggers with the way they’re making your heart beat at a million times per hour.

“Y/n, have i told you that you’re beautiful” lando says with a sudden lustful look in his eyes and a warm smile.

“Hah, no” you chuckle, “Well, you’re beautiful” lando says before leaning in for a deep kiss. the kiss is almost magical, the warm & fresh taste of landos tougne. you could feed off of him forever. quickly he opens his door and makes his way to yours, opening it, he demands you to get out and bend over the car.

“but lando what if someone sees us-“

“let them. i want the world to know how fucking hot you look with my cock in you, how good you are for me.” you whine out his name as he guides you by the hips and bends you over the hood of his McLaren, clean enough that you can see your reflection and god does lando look fucking immaculate when he’s on you. he pulls down your sweats, along with your underwear as he instructs you to suck on his fingers, doing so, you let out a sultry moan as you lap his finger pads with your saliva. pulling his fingers away, he slips them into your soaking cunt. you’re moaning and whining as he digs around, looking for that spot that he knows will make you-

“Lando!! ohbmy god- lando.. pleasse” you yelp as he grazes along your gspot. “you like that, yeah?” lando grunts into your ear, your head being pulled up by the firm grasp in your hair that he has. “y-yes lando- fuckk, please fuck me lando, i need your co-“ lando with no hesitation shoves his throbbing cock into your pussy. he doesn’t wait to let you get suited before he’s rapidly thrusting into you, its sloppy and desperate. as if he might die if he doesn’t bury his cum into your cunt. “lando please i’m getting close baby-“ “i know baby i know i can feel your pussy clenching on me” lando does his best to speed up his thrusts as he cant control where his hands go, he’s grabbing, pinching, squeezing. getting whatever he can almost like he’s drunk on your sex. his hand makes his way under you and towards your clit, with steady circular motions he guides you through your orgasm, following you soon after, ensuring every crevice of your cunt is filled with his load.

sitting back in the car, the silence is comfortable but you must ask “So what made you want to do that?”

“Sweet thing, i watch the way you look at me. It’s obvious when you want it” he says warmly. he starts the car, slowly making his way out of the parking garage and driving the both of you home.

a/n: HERES THE LANDO SMUT I PROMISED, again my dialogue is shit i know i know, im trying. thank you for all the support on RHTY❤️ likes, comments & reblogs always appreciated.

this was made for the lovely addy - @molten-m122 , thank you for always being you 🩷 (sorry it sucks😔)

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