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yesloulou · 6 months
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Thursday | 2023 United States Grand Prix 🇺🇸
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maxcuntstappen · 3 months
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Tweets + F1 Drivers (29/?)  
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arturleclerc · 5 months
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Abu Dhabi Drivers Parade
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lesmaxieldo · 1 year
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A little fic rec post because i often forget to like posts with fics on here and then have to perform a reverse engeneering serch to reblog them. So it's everything in my bookmarks from the start of the year and not in my fic recs tag.
wish i knew how to quit you by falling_flying - maxiel
heart of the wind by pipitass - lestappen
strike the balance by citydreaming - maxiel
damned if i do by anonymous - dando
proximity by grandprix - lestappen
do we fall in love (and fuck it up for good) by likelylarks - maxiel
one step closer and i'm real by whichisgolden - maxiel
baby, bang it up by anonymous - dando
a promise that we made but couldn't keep by peachbellini - dando
everything i know about love by caihongs - danchal
the bucket list by the cheshire kitty (stregatta) - lestappen
forevermore the apple of my eye by bloodmoonforme - maxiel
time of your life by citydreaming - maxiel
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twslug · 6 months
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sourstroll · 10 months
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 4 - Come Inflation
Pairing: Daniel/Charles
WC: 914
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Charles shifts in his seat, clearing his throat for no reason in particular, trying his best not to show the mixture of arousal and nervousness on his face. It's only a day until he and Carlos are set to race in Australia, so they’re at Albert Park, sitting in on some meeting that he didn’t think he really needed to be there for. He listens vaguely and scribbles whatever random words he hears just to make it seem like he cares. Charles crosses one leg over the other and has to stop writing. The plug inside of him shifts too, pressing into his prostate, his eyes closing to try and gather himself.
Carlos catches him first, gives him a strange look when he sees the weird chicken scratch on his Ferrari-branded notepad. He’d noticed Charles was slightly off his game today, his mind somewhere else.
“You good?” Carlos leans in and whispers into Charles’s ear, raising a brow at him.
Charles startles at the voice in his ear and looks at Carlos like he’s the weird one, nodding his head and forcing a tight smile onto his face.
“I’m great, mate,” Charles insists, looking back down at his notepad so he could hide the embarrassed blush on his cheeks, wishing Carlos would just drop it.
Carlos decides it probably isn’t worth getting into right now and squints at Charles, letting out an unsatisfied hum before looking back at the man presenting.
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Charles's breaths were harsh, forcing out hot puffs of air as Daniel pistoned into him. They’re too loud, wet, slapping sounds coming from their stall in the cramped bathroom, Daniel’s breathing just as ragged. They’re in some random bathroom in the paddock, one that had seemed dead and empty before they called it their home base for the day.
Daniel needs this to be dirty and fast, before anyone else decides to join them and ruin their fun. He’d waited several months for his and Charles’s schedules to finally converge, and he was going to take full advantage of the fact. Daniel knew it wouldn’t have been hard to just follow Charles around the world as he raced, but they had to be careful about it. It wouldn’t make sense for Daniel to be at every race if his contract didn’t say so, so he played it cool, played the waiting game.
“You’re so wet,” Daniel grunts and reaches up to grab a fistful of Charles’s hair, pulling a pitiful sob out of him. “You fucking love being filled up with my come, huh?” Daniel growled into his ear, already close to his end. It was an incredible feeling, fucking his own come back into Charles, feeling velvety and slick around his cock.
Charles can’t find the words to respond, not when his body feels like it’s made of red-hot lava, not when he’s tensing and squeezing tightly around Daniel, shooting his load all over the floor and toilet below them. Charles doesn’t say anything, just whines and tries not to pass out from the euphoria he feels.
Daniel is content with the way he made Charles, ruined him completely for anyone else, reduced him to nothing but a hole to hold all of his come. “You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled softly. He comes in a few more strokes of his hips, adding to the two loads already inside of Charles from this morning. Daniel plans to do this a couple more times before the day ends, just to be able to see Charles swollen with his seed.
Daniel pulls out nice and easy, slowly so he could catch anything that dripped out with the plug he pushes back into him, fit with a pretty, pink jewel on the end. “I’ll see you tonight, beautiful,” he purrs, still pressed close behind as he helped Charles pull his pants back up, buttoning them and zipping them up from behind.
“Be good for me.”
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Charles is laid back on the plush seats of his hotel bed, completely naked. His legs are spread, knees bent, hands clasped obediently above his head. He’s looking up at him with teary, glittering eyes, silently pleading for Daniel to touch him. Between his legs, the plug sparkles in the low light of the room.
Daniel is knelt on the bed in front of him, also naked, just staring, taking in Charles’s perfect body. He’s all freckles and soft skin, his belly unusually round where there was supposed to be abs, full of Daniel’s come. “I wish I could actually get you pregnant,” Daniel sighed dreamily and scooted forward, one hand gliding down Charles’s inner thigh and the other going to grip his hard cock, looking small in his large hand.
Charles doesn’t know how to admit that the thought of Daniel impregnating him made his head spin and his cock ache, trying to stay still as Daniel touched him. “Me too,” he smiled softly, looking down at his belly, bringing a hand down to rest on the bulge and gently pressing his fingers into his flesh. “You would fuck me until I’m about to pop, pervert,” he teases, welcoming the weight of Daniel’s body as he leaned down to kiss him.
Daniel laughs at that, nibbling Charles’s bottom lip. “Think you can handle one more load?” Daniel asks lowly, lips just centimeters from Charles’s face.
Charles doesn’t even have to think about it, just nods frantically and bites back a yelp when he feels Daniel start kissing trails down his neck.
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monacodarling · 3 months
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Any nice fluffy Charles / anyone fic recs or fluffy twitch quartet or piarles bff or even charlos fluff fic recs out there I just need a lot of fluff tonight 😭 please and thank you
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he-wins-in-monza · 2 years
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racing-starlight · 1 year
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Daniel leans down and flicks one of them.
Charles jumps, immediately cupping his pec as if to shield it from any future attacks. Daniel only grins at the reaction.
"Aw mate, you still have it?" He says, all bright and more curious than surprised. "Thought you'd've taken it out by now and have it healed. I'm almost touched."
Charles merely shrugs. "I like the way it looks."
Daniel hums. "Yeah, no, I getcha there."
He smooths his hands down his shirt, and if you weren't actually looking, if you weren't truly privy to the lines of this conversation, you wouldn't have seen anything remiss. Wouldn't have noticed it. But Charles notices the too sharp bumps, identical to the one he has on his own thin shirt, and musters every mental capacity he has not to spontaneously combust at the images that crawl into his head.
Flashing lights, too many drinks, stumbling into a piercing shop together and chucking his shirt off because it was too hot and finding himself on the operating chair after Daniel had goaded him into doing something stupid again. The sharp, almost dull pain of a needle on the left side of his chest, opposite to Daniel's right one.
"Say," Daniel slides an arm around Charles, steering him to the nearest exit and out of his memories. "We should go again sometime, book another trip, just you and me this time. Finish the set together."
Charles chews on the inside of his cheek. "I don't know..."
"C'mon Charles," and Daniel's tongue rolls his name into a sh sound, "for old time's sake. Do a washed up driver a favor, eh? I took care of you last time, didn't I? It'll be just the same." He winks.
Charles doesn't think about how Daniel had taken care of him last time. He doesn't. Instead, he thinks of an interview Daniel had done a long while ago: I got along pretty well with Charles. He's vulnerable to peer pressure so it's fun. And Charles thinks, and says:
"Why don't you ask Max instead." He shakes off Daniel's arm and makes his own way to the paddock, leaving behind a blinking Daniel.
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yesloulou · 3 months
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Charles Leclerc, Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen at the 2022 Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺
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culturalappreciator · 16 days
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Reggae/Dancehall Video of the Week
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Shabba Ranks- Ting-A-ling (1992)
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arturleclerc · 5 months
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lesmaxieldo · 1 year
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It's 1975, Daniel moves from Sicily to Modena to become a sports car driver an to be near his biggest passion: Ferrari. It all goes well until he meets newest Formula One champion, Charles Leclerc.
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yearningforunity · 1 month
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Without The Windrush Generation, British MC Culture Would Be Non-Existent
Over the decades, descendants of the Windrush Generation have built legacies that have changed Britain musically and culturally forever. Today, we say thank you.
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sourstroll · 9 months
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Summer Of Cum 2023
**Tags: Mpreg, Charles has a pussy, tons of fluff**
Day 11 - Cinnamon bun
Pairing: Charles/Daniel
WC: 1506
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In the last year, Charles’s life had changed in ways he never imagined it would— he’d just managed to start feeling okay in his new normal, the normal that included a certain future, a boyfriend that loved him, a kid.
Charles was nearly 7 months pregnant, the swell of his belly more prominent than ever, with a fair scattering of stretch marks adorning his skin. Charles had moved in with Daniel early on in his pregnancy, into his house in Perth. They’d decided to keep it all as lowkey as they could when Charles was already taking a highly unexpected break from driving, and they were still on the tail end of people being shocked that they were together. It was a lot to get used to at first, especially as Charles experienced his body changing and betraying him every other day.
Charles had been living in bliss for a long while, with Daniel being extra sweet to him and doing everything in his power to make sure Charles was comfortable. It only made Charles more and more excited for what the future held for them, always imagining how perfect their life would be.
Daniel doesn’t ask for much, because he’s good like that, so selfless and kind. Charles did everything he could to make him feel appreciated, even if it was just offering himself, his body, something he knew Daniel was particularly fond of.
Charles wasn’t sure where the infatuation with his belly came from, but Daniel wasn’t shy about it in any way. There were countless times when Charles was certain he looked terrible, sleep deprived and hastily put together, and Daniel turned it around and called him sexy, insisted that he looked amazing, that he glowed, waxed poetic about how grateful he is that Charles is the one to be having his first kid. Charles had taken a long time to start believing him, but it was clear that Daniel wouldn’t be letting up on his endless compliments.
Charles couldn’t even see what Daniel was doing, but he could feel him, feel his tongue push between his folds and swirl around his clit. His stomach was far too big to get a good look at him, but he could imagine, could practically recite every detail of Daniel’s face between his legs from seeing it so many times.
Daniel pulled away and licked the remainder of Charles’s fluids from his lips, pressing wet kisses to the curve of Charles’s belly and smearing it on his soft skin as well. Daniel stopped right above his belly button, looking up at him and smiling softly, that annoying, sickeningly adoring look in his eyes.
“What?” Charles asked breathlessly, attempting to be coy and act like he didn’t know what was going through Daniel’s head. “Why’d you stop?” He teased, watching Daniel pull away fully and place his big hands on his bump, gently rubbing the expanse of skin.
“Because,” Daniel started, moving his hands down to grip Charles’s thighs, holding them apart so he could get a good look at Charles, bare and vulnerable for him. “Just wanna look at you,” he hummed, eyes shamelessly landing on Charles’s belly. “This’ll probably be the last time, no?”
Oh, Charles thought to himself, because he hadn’t considered that at some point, there would be a ‘last time’ that they would have sex, at least until after the baby is born and they were settled in. “Don’t sound so disappointed,” Charles laughed, biting his lip when he felt Daniel scoot closer, leaning over to their bedside and grabbing the lube they kept there. “I guess you’re right,” he sighed.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Daniel smirked and drizzled some lube on his cock, using the excess that dripped onto his hand to rub all over Charles’s cunt, mixing in with the wetness already there. “But I know you’re going to start hating me in a few weeks,” Daniel smirked, a stark contrast to the way his fingers moved in eager little circles against Charles’s clit, watching the way he seemed to relax under him.
“Correct,” Charles agreed, his chuckle turning into a soft moan as Daniel touched him. He could feel Daniel rub the head of his cock against him, his entrance fluttering around nothing, embarrassing, trying his best to stay still for Daniel. “Will you still want me after I start hating you?” Charles asked softly, purposely looking unsure as he spoke. He knew Daniel’s devotion was an unshakeable, immovable force, but he loved being reminded of it, loved to press Daniel’s buttons to try and make him prove it.
Daniel furrowed his brows and leaned down to kiss Charles slowly, all while he slid himself into his waiting heat, almost immediately feeling Charles sucking him in. “I love you, Charles, and I’ll never get sick of you,” he paused, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to wrangle himself in. Charles trembled beneath him, so sensitive to his touches these days. “Even if you get sick of me first,” he groaned, hands on the backs of Charles’s thighs again.
Charles’s eyes were closed as Daniel fucked him open, his hands gripping tightly at the sheets. “I won’t,” he squeaked out, arching up into Daniel.
Daniel watched the space between them to see himself disappear inside of Charles, caught up in the incredible feeling of Charles’s walls squeezing around him, making the glide even more wet with his arousal. “Can’t believe how pretty you are, baby,” He purred, letting go of Charles’s legs to rest his hands on his stomach again, cradling it in his hands. Fucking Charles while he was like this was so different; Daniel often had to catch himself before being too rough. He couldn’t be so rough anymore, couldn’t squeeze hand-shaped bruises onto his hips or wrap a hand around his neck when Charles was being a brat. He still loved this, though, cherished every moment where he could make Charles feel good.
Charles didn’t respond immediately, his reaction to Daniel’s words made clear by the dark flush that washed over his body, Daniel fucking the moans right out of him, falling in time with each thrust. “Shut up,” he huffed out, finally opening his eyes to meet Daniel’s, nearly coming at the intense look on his face. He always got so serious about this stuff.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Daniel continued, hips slapping against Charles a little faster. “And you’re gonna give me a gorgeous fuckin’ kid, too,” Daniel groaned and gently pressed his fingers into Charles’s stomach, trying to get the slightest bit of leverage as he fucked into him.
Charles was quick to tense underneath Daniel, trying his best to close his legs around him as he came, gushing around Daniel’s cock with a broken sob. Ever since he’d first found out he was pregnant, his sensitivity to these kinds of things had increased tenfold. It was Daniel being so unapologetically in love with him that pushed him over the edge. It was everything he wanted and more, to be able to make Daniel proud to be his partner.
Daniel struggled to keep himself together as he fucked Charles through his orgasm, unrelenting with his pace. “Fuck, Charlie,” Daniel breathed and smoothed his hands up Charles’s chest, sliding them down his arms so he could intertwine their fingers and press his hands into the mattress, keeping him boxed in with his body. “Come on my cock again, sweetheart, please?” Daniel whispered near Charles’s ear, voice whiny, pleading, begging Charles for it.
“Cristo,” Charles keened as Daniel pressed him down into the bed, legs wrapped around his waist. He nodded his head frantically and turned his face to kiss Daniel hard, sealing their deal with a kiss.
The second time Charles came, he was much louder, more unrestrained, breathing so hard he felt lightheaded. His orgasm hit him like an oncoming train, draining him of all his energy to instead focus on the euphoria he felt. Daniel still didn’t stop, he never did, not until he finished, too.
Daniel used his last bit of strength to piston into Charles, pulling out right before he came to shoot all over Charles’s tummy with a groan, painting the bump white with his seed. Daniel could almost feel his sanity running away from him as he stared, watching his come slowly drip down his skin. It was a feeling that he couldn’t quite explain, one that he only got when he had Charles like this, something like possessiveness, pride, the desire to keep Charles for just himself.
Charles felt like a puddle of limbs, at best, laying limp against the sheets, feeling sticky and dirty and marked, Daniel’s come drying on his skin. Looking down at himself, he could feel the same things Daniel felt, the need to belong to him completely. “This won’t be the last time,” Charles said breathlessly, a lazy grin spreading across his features, blinking slowly at Daniel.
“Yeah, it won’t,” Daniel laughed tiredly, leaning down to kiss Charles’s tummy one last time.
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monacodarling · 3 months
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What is Charles and Daniel duo name??
Danchal? Chaniel? Lecciardo?
I’ve seen some badger bunny that’s fucking cute as fuck
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