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propaganda for pierre
propaganda for angelica
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mcisaf1 · 2 days
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the photo dump ❤️
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Had to include 2 pics with Charles.
I honestly cant get over how much affection charles has for Pierre in the 2nd pic 😍
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solns · 2 days
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HAHAHA GOOD LET HIM SEETHE
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Reasons why the Villagers of Stardew Valley should be fucking terrified of the Farmer
I bet Pierre wrote this. He definitely would.
They can eat food. Forever. Try and beat them in a drinking contest? You'll be getting a new liver and they'll be standing over you with another mug of beer in their hand
They know what you like. Maybe even stuff you didn't know you liked
They do not walk; it's not an option. There is only sprint like the ghost of your past sins are chasing you down
They can appear where they want at will. You'll see them leave town in one direction and appear in the other
Anyone who can single-handedly bring down a corporate entity while seducing all the single young men and women of the town should be respected and feared
They talked to the fucking wizard in the tower. What the fuck.
They can control the weather. Tell them it would be nice to have a summer shower after months of drought? Well guess what happened.
WHERE. DO. THEY. KEEP. FINDING. THE. ARTIFACTS.
WHO'S. BLOOD. IS. THAT.
They made friends with a sewer creature. How did it even get there?
THEIR HORSE CAN ALSO APPEAR AT THEIR WILL WHAT IS THIS SORCERY
Feel free to add to this it's too much fun
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rosegasly · 9 months
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✧ summary: your period has left you with an itch only your boyfriend can scratch.
alter; an excuse for me to write shameless dirty smut.
✧ pairing: pierre gasly x female reader.
✧ warnings: spit play, creampie, unprotected sex, fingering, vaginal sex, menstrual sex, dirty talk, blood, filthy sex. it's pretty much exactly what the summary makes you think it is.
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Fucking hell.
  It’s that time of the month, the one that gives you the most problematic of lower back pains, an appetite of a dumpster diving racoon and the insatiable need to be fucked.
  “Pierre, I-” The words stay caught, breath and syllables all cluttering together into the spaces of your throat as you desperately try not to rut against your boyfriend’s face.
  “Chérie, you smell absolutely divine,” the way he presses his nose against your clothed crotch and fucking inhales has your toes curling, heels digging forcefully into his back. 
  “Please please please,” you beg, unsure what you’re asking for but there’s a twisting in your gut as heat pools between your legs and you feel yourself growing wetter. 
  “Please what, mon amour,” you glare between your legs, a futile attempt at trying to coax him, but he just cocks a brow, tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth as he gazes back, mischief swimming in those beautiful eyes and you want to smack him, kiss him, throttle him and ride him all in the same instant. 
  There’s a long ringed finger, idly caressing your folds from over the cloth of your panties and you could cry from the edge of it all. It doesn’t take too long, easy as it is, to abandon your dignity and beg when Pierre holds your gaze and presses the flat of his tongue against your clothed clit and drags it. 
  “Lick me, Eat me out, Let me ride your face.” 
  At your admission, the cerulean of his eyes grows darker as his gaze rakes your skin, leaving a fire trail without touching it. He grins, smug and cocksure. It’s dripping with arrogance so sweet it’s saccharine, and you would find it disgusting on anyone else, but Pierre wears it well. He holds your attention and slowly drags his tongue against his glistening, full, pink bottom lip in a move so deliberately hot it has you begging all over again, hands fisting in his hair as you tug. 
  Something in him cracks in response to your pleas, or maybe it’s the lone frustrated, borderline hormonal tear running down your face as you clench around nothing and writhe to find some friction and solace. 
  The cool of his ringed finger touches the moist edges of your folds as he tugs your panties off in one clean motion, and then he grabs your inner thighs, spreading you out until the fold of your thighs burns. Pierre kisses your parted folds softly, feather-like and barely there and it’s a gesture too soft for him, but before you can say something, he parts your folds and spits. 
  Your eyes clench shut as the excessive wetness drips down from your clit to your hole, cool against the warmth of your pussy and you tense around nothing. It wasn’t needed. Your arousal mixed in with blood has you plenty wet but you know Pierre. He enjoys marking you, always staking a claim in any way he can and you have no doubt the kinky fucker is delighted at the sight of your hole fluttering close under his spit.  
  The tip of his tongue circles your clit, almost there but not quiet and you are squirming, trying to catch half breaths and god, you love him. Love the way he makes you feel. 
Pierre coats your clit in his saliva before his lips encircle it and suck. You moan, deep and loud and bite your bottom lip to anchor yourself while he teases your pulsing clit. His kisses are gentle, soft sucking motions that almost feel like a pleasurable tickle coming intermittently between rougher, more dominant laps of his tongue. The change in pace and pressure over your clit has you keening, hips grinding against Pierre’s face as you unabashedly chase your pleasure. 
  It takes you a second, dripping wet as you are and lost in the chase. It takes a moment for you to register as Pierre easily slides two fingers inside you and curls.  
  “Fuck,” you groan. 
  The fingers are curving and rubbing right where you need them to, where the pressure leaves your toes twisting and your body taut. Whimpering, you protest when you feel them come out right after and you are on the verge of pleading again when you see his fingers. Glistening and coated ruby red with your blood and arousal. 
You blush, eyeing the sticky mess and you hide behind your hands, embarrassed. 
  “Pierreee”, the whine falls on deaf ears. He finds you peeking and before you can hide again, his lips are parted, tongue out and in slow, deliberate motions, he licks the fingers clean, moaning like he’s sucking on his favourite candy and not your goddamn blood. It’s still bright outside, the sun not setting, when Pierre saw you restless and twitchy and decided you needed to be railed. It’s obscene how he drags his fingers through your folds while dim rays of the sun still illuminate your skin and licks them clean again. Smirks and slides his fingers over his lip, the soft pink staining cherry red, and it’s filthy. Dirty. Beyond fucking hot. 
  “You’re a menace.” you quip, tugging him close by the chain around his neck. It makes you a little delirious tasting yourself on him, the metallic tang somehow sweet coming from his tongue and you’d be mortified if it was someone else, but Pierre has always been able to make you comfortable. How he treasures every inch of your skin that he grazes leaves you flattered, yearning more.   
  You hold him there, head tucked in the valley of your breasts when you ask him to fuck you, mouth the words on his lips, and tow his waist closer by your calves. Pierre groans, arresting your hands decent to his crotch and gripping them firmly above your head with one hand. 
  Holding the root of his cock he buries himself into you in one smooth motion and your breath hitches as you clench, finally assuaged at having been filled. He starts slow but soon you are bucking, pleading for more and it’s all the confirmation Pierre needs before he is pounding into you. The bed rattles under your combined weight but you can’t care for the frame when he’s fucking you like that. Tucking your thighs to your chest to adjust the angle before he’s pushing into you again. Repeatedly hitting the spot that has you mewling, clenching tighter around him as your nails rake a burning path down his back, drenched in sweat, hot and humid under the summer noon. From under him, you see the familiar sky blue of his eyes grow darker into something more delicious, greedy.
  It’s too much, the pleasure, the warm muggy touch of his exhales on your skin, the way he whispers dirty encouragements in your ear, coating it wet with his tongue after. 
  “Come for me cherie, come around my cock and let me fill you up full. Wouldn’t it be nice? Walking around with my cum in you? A tampon plugging it up? You would like that wouldn’t you?” 
  He’s kissing you through the chase, tongue licking the back of your teeth and it tastes sweet. Despite all his words, the roughness that he enjoys in bed, Pierre tastes like the sweetest confectionery and you are frantic, rocking as you come, clenching tighter around him. 
  “Fuck, cherie. So good for me, so wet, so tight. Milking me so well,” 
  The rough pad of his thumb brushes the soft skin under your eye, gently wiping the stray tears. 
  “You did so good, amour.” Pierre kisses you, less tongue and more fond, before he rests his forehead against yours and with a few quick thrusts, he’s coming too, warmth seeping into you as you lock your legs around his waist and hold him through the high. 
  His tanned skin glistens bronze beneath the stray filtered beams of the sun when he rolls away to get the bath running, and you admire the view and sigh, content and blissed out. 
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✧ a/n: hello! if u v come here from my main blog, welcome to my side blog! f1 was taking over my entire personality & tumblr wall so we now have a dedicated space for it. might move all my older stuff here eventually might not idk yet. but! i had fun writing this. i hope u enjoyed it. really cracked the ice with this one. ik u don't believe me now but I write a lot more and better than just filthy dirty smut. so follow! if u d like to read more. & leave me some love and an ask if u feel generous 🥰
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schumaclerc · 1 year
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ALL ACCESS | Pierre Gasly’s Farewell
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Rutile doré
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qsmpphotoalbum · 6 months
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makeagif · 4 months
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is this how golf is supposed to work?
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Happy Thanksgiving from baby Pierre who was the only puppy willing to wear the turkey hat because he’s a perfect angel boy
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itsgxsly · 11 months
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back to you | part 1
Pairing: pierre gasly x reader
Summary: You didn't think you could hate the same man you loved. But Pierre had achieved just that, and now he has to do whatever it takes to make you forgive him, and maybe to make you fall in love again.
word count: 1,2k
warnings: smut
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Everyone says that time heals everything. Time makes us forget. It makes us forget the grudge, the pain, the bad memories. Sometimes even people.
Unfortunately that had not been your case.
You did not know at what point in your life you had fallen in love with Pierre Gasly. It could have been one of those many times you'd seen him when you accompanied your brother to the Paddock, or maybe it was when you'd met by chance over the holidays and he'd greeted you with that brilliant smile. The same smile that you hated now, or at least that's what you always told yourself.
Pierre had always been polite to you. You were Carlos's little sister, one of his friends in Formula 1, so he had always been nice to you, even flirting with you on occasion, but without giving any sign that he felt anything beyond a formal relationship. Pierre was not a man of long-term relationships, and you were already well aware of that fact. You knew from your brother and some of the rumors going around the Paddock how his other relationships had ended. Maybe that should have been your first warning so you didn't get carried away that night long ago. Maybe you should have listened to your subconscious and walked away from it.
It's not like you planned for one second to end up the way you did that day.
It was common that during the summer break some drivers met sometimes outside of the constant competitions that Formula 1 brought. That Saturday had been one of those meetings, and in the end you had all ended up in a club in Monaco, where most of them lived, dancing and enjoying the night until the wee hours. You weren't usually a big fan of alcohol, so you were only minimally dizzy. From your place at the bar you could see Charles dancing strangely and you guessed that he already had more drinks than he could count. You couldn't see your brother, but you assumed he was talking to Lando somewhere. You could also see some of the guys' girlfriends chatting or dancing on the floor.
Distracted by keeping your eyes attentive to others, you didn't notice Pierre approaching you from behind until you noticed two hands placed on your shoulders. Startled by the sudden movement, you turned around, letting out a sigh of calm when you saw who it was.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you” while Pierre was apologizing you noticed how he slurred his words a bit and you smelled the alcohol in his. It seemed that he was enjoying his night.
You allowed yourself a few seconds to get a good look at him. From his hair a little shiny with sweat to his chest, covered by a white linen shirt that he wore partly open, revealing his chest hair and his chain with a cross. You turned your gaze back to his face and realized that maybe you had taken more time than you should watching him, because he was already looking at you with a smirk.
"Have you seen anything you like?" He asked you slightly tilting his head and getting a little closer to you.
You couldn't answer him, too distracted by his closeness. Pierre had never behaved this forward with you, but you blamed the alcohol in his body for making you blush like that.
“Is there a problem, chérie?” His voice was almost a whisper now because of how close he was to you. You hoped he couldn't tell how fast your heart was beating.
“Pierre…” You wanted it to sound like a warning, but it had to sound more like a plea from the way he looked at you.
"Tell me, chérie" his tone of voice was playful. He got closer to you if possible, caressing your waist with his hand lightly.
"Pierre, you're drunk" you reminded him in an attempt to get him to get away from him, but you didn't make any attempt of your own to get away from him either.
"I'm not that drunk. I know perfectly well what I'm doing” his words sounded self-confident and unfortunately for you, you believed him completely.
You should have thought better at the time. But when Pierre looked at you like that, you didn't hesitate for a moment to grab his hand and let him take you to the hotel where he was staying. You didn't think of any consequences along the way, too focused on his hand circling your thigh, close to where you needed it most.
You didn't think of anything when you arrived at his hotel room and Pierre guided you to bed between heated kisses, a fight of tongues and teeth while you undressed.
Pierre pushed you on the bed and you let yourself be controlled by him.
"Lie down, ange" was a simple command.
Once in bed his hands were all over your body. Your waist, your chest, your hair. Your hands went straight to his muscular back and then caressed his abdomen. He bit your bottom lip lightly and you let out a soft moan.
Pierre stopped kissing you and took off your underwear, you didn't have time to complain because he had stopped kissing you before he started leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and down to your stomach. Just with that he already had you completely wet. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders, making you tense as he moved closer to your center.
You knew you weren't going to last long the moment you felt his tongue on you. Pierre didn't take long to find the rhythm that made your head spin with pleasure. His tongue worked at that rate without leaving a single spot unattended as his nose brushed against your clit. It didn't take long for you to feel that heat in your stomach and reach what you could have considered one of the best orgasms of your life.
Pierre looked at you from his position between your legs, your breath quickened and your face satisfied. He moved closer to you again and kissed you, letting you taste your own taste on his lips.
"Pierre" you begged his name, wanting even more of him.
"Tell me what you want"
“Fuck me.” You didn't know where that sudden confidence had come from, but you were desperate.
And he did it just as you asked. Pierre knew full well what he was doing. He knew how to bring every orgasm out of you and leave you shaking by the time he's done with you. You prayed that someone from the hotel wouldn't complain about the noise.
You didn't even move from the bed when you finished, both of you too tired from the hectic night. Pierre hugged you from behind and you let yourself fall into his warmth.
You felt like in a dream, in the arms of the man you could even say you had fallen in love with a long time ago.
But dreams are not always reality, and you verified it that same morning when you woke up.
Pierre was not there with you.
You thought that he could be in the bathroom or that he had gone out to train, but despite the fact that you waited for him for a while, he did not return. Neither he nor he returned your calls when you called him. Neither he nor he answered any messages. You went home embarrassed, angry and heartbroken.
Pierre was gone and it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with you.
author note: I had this fic waved for a while and now it's real. I don't know how many parts it will have, but I'm excited that it's my first complete story. And as Pierre's girl, my first fic had to be about him. Don't judge me too much for the smut, it's my first time writing it🫶🏻
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f1incorrectquotess · 11 months
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Pierre: I am gonna need you to swear —
Yuki: FUCK
Pierre:
Pierre: Swear as in promise...
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thepavementsings · 2 years
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DILF
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formulaa-1 · 1 year
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Instagram au🖤 P.G
leclerc!reader x pierre gasly
fans suspect that pierre is cheating on Kika with Charles sister after recent photos and there close relationship…
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f1waggupdatess: y/n leclerc and pierre gasly. Is he cheating on kika ? Have him and kika broken up?
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pg10fann: they’re both really good friends through Charles… they’re literally both on holiday with Charles. It’s not like they’re kissing or anything omd
fanofferrari: I think people are just assuming that cos Pierre’s a bit of a player. Tbh I wouldn’t put it past him
user279: they’re just super good friends leave them alone🫤🙄
cl164eva: I just woke up to this 🤓🤓
y/nand_pierre10: okay but they would be cute together🫶🏻
user27: are they on vacay on there own or ?
obsessedalpine: they’re on holiday with Charles and some of there other friends , these photos are from one of they’re friends storys x
user27: ohhh okay thanks !
y/nleclerc
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y/nleclerc: someone tell Charles and Pierre to stop photobombing my pictures 🙄
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arthur_leclerc: why don’t you just drown him ?
y/nleclerc: but then who would drive the boat
pierregasly: me
charles_leclerc: eh! Je vais te laisser ici!
y/nleclerc: 😧😧😧
gaslyleclerc_fan: is it just me who thinks that him and y/n are actually just good friends.
user38: I hope y/n is sticking to girl code.
username1610: omd just leave her alone. For all we know him and kika might have broken up and him and y/n could just be friends. Leave her alone.
fan278: her and kika don’t follow eachother anymore …
fan389: maybe her and Pierre broke up or maybe there’s been some drama…😩
alpine10: y/n is so hot omg 😍😍😍
pierregasly
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pierregasly: off season spent with great friends.
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(Authors note- okay so I’m super busy today so this might be my only post, I decided to make this short and sweet and leave you in suspense ! i also feel like my posts aren’t doing as good anymore so it’s making me doubt my work so I’m not really sure what do do next.)
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trishabeakens · 2 months
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More furry!Stardew Valley doodles. :') ft. my farmer Jay (the red panda who I have a human design for I may share,,, they're married to Shane). Also I just think Pierre would be a weasel ofc.
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fabioquartararhoe · 10 days
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yamaha made a bike so bad that he wants to change careers
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