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argentinagp · 1 month
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Keke Rosberg - 1982 F1 Champion
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jadedontaskwhytoo · 17 days
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*Somewhere after a race in 1958*
F1 drivers: *getting ready to go to a nightclub* You sure you're not forgetting someone, Wolfie?
Wolfgang von Trips: Whoever that is, I'm sure he's not important.
Fangio somewhere in Cuba:
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oscar-pasta-tree · 30 days
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Nigel: Why are people so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I would be excited just to have a bunk bed.
Everyone:
Gilles: I'm gonna tell him.
Elio with a knife: Don't you dare.
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hqkkinen · 1 month
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the french drivers of the 70s or as i call them
✨the freemasonry✨
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jrgysusobjetos · 7 months
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mylittlepleasuress · 1 year
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Ayrton Senna In Monaco. Watercolor.
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thinkingaboutfilm11 · 4 months
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Something I don’t think we talk about enough is the fact that Ayrton’s last meal was with Alain. And to this day Alain is publicly selfish in admitting he was glad it was him Ayrton had lunch with before the crash, and not anyone else.
Like- jesus.
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overtake · 1 month
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no man has never been this funny, max
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flatoutin-eaurouge · 6 months
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tommydarlings · 5 months
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fighting lessons | c.l
pairing: dom!charles x sub!reader
warnings: smut, dacryphilia, overstimulation
w/c: 1.2k
summary: your brother was convinced that you need someone to teach you some basic self defense techniques — so he chose his best friend to teach you some…things.
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It was stupid in your opinion but your brother was convinced that you should learn how to defend yourself. You understood the worries that he had since you’re his sister, a young girl in nowadays disgusting men’s world, but it still sucked in your opinion.
“Just so you know, I won’t go easy on you,” he said with a tiny grin, making you tone your eyes before you put your arms up into the typical fighting position.
“Is that the best you can do, little one?” He teased you once again with that nickname as he dodged once again another punch from you, looking down at you with slick smirk.
You huffed, hitting his boxing gloves covered palm again before you gulped and stared up at him with narrowing eyes, basically telling him to shut the fuck up.
Charles laughed at your facial expression, “Say it,” he whispered and nodded along his own words, “c'mon, say it,” he lowered his arms,
“I know you want to, don’t be so shy now,” the monaguesque told you, making you slowly shake your head,
“Let’s just continue charles, c‘mon,” you sighed before you raised your fist and hit him right in the shoulder, forcing his body to stumble a tiny bit backwards. You really tried to bite back your grin but it was no use, he already caught you wickedly grinning up at him.
Charles bit his inner cheek as you covered your mouth to hide the wide grin covering your face now, but he didn’t really look happy as you giggled like a little girl.
“What?” You said as you looked up at him, “I did what you wanted me to do! I hit you!” You laughed with a grin, knowing he didn’t expect it at all.
Your brothers best friend licked his lips, brushing his hand through his rather messy hair, “Try again,” he said in a quite and deep tone, surprising you.
You stopped laughing, “what? Are you sure?”
Charles only nodded before you briefly shrugged and hit him again… or at least you tried to, only that this time he actually — obviously — expected it and quickly caught your fist, turning your entire body swiftly around and pressing his chest forcefully against your back without saying a single word.
“Told you that I won’t go easy on you,” Charles muttered into your ear from behind, lips almost touching your temple as he secured your arms over your chest so you weren’t able to move them, trapping you between his muscular arms and grey compression shirt.
Charles cleared his throat as he felt your ass rubbing against his crotch area, briefly squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his brows in pleasure before he spoke up, “You do know that you need to do better if you really want to be able to defend yourself in the future, right?” The monaguesque mumbled from behind.
You briefly closed your eyes as well and took a deep breath as you felt his bulge through your pants, “I know,” you admitted in a hush tone, slightly turning your head to the side so that Charles was able to get even better access to your neck.
You heard Charles chuckle for a few seconds before you gasped, suddenly feeling his lips kissing their way from your behind your ear down to your shoulder blade, palms squeezing your arms.
“Good,” Charles replied in a deep and raspy tone, lips still dancing along your hot skin as you dropped the back of your head against his chest, getting lost in the pleasure that he was making you feel.
You gasped, gulping another whine that wanted to escape down before you put your visibly smaller onto his biceps, lightly squeezing it, “Charles, w-we shouldn’t… you know, my brother-”
But your brothers best friend quickly shut you up by putting his hands down your pants, fingertips already teasingly playing with your clit as you stumbled over your words.
“Oh god, c-charles,” you cried out as he circled your clit, lips softly touching the skin behind your ear now, there and then gently biting your earlobe with a deep breaths,
“Yes mon amour?” He replied in a cocky tone, probably smirking behind you as his other arm tightened around you trapped body, making it literally completely unable to move away from him.
You dropped your head forwards, brows furrowed before you heard him groan into the back of your neck, forehead dropping onto your shoulder as you slowly rubbed your ass against his now very visible boner, biting your lip as you noticed how his breathing got more uneven because of it.
“You — oh my god,” you whined in a high pitched tone as he dipped his middle finger into your wet pussy, collecting some of your juice before he went back to rubbing your clit, “you like that?” You quickly gasped before you whined again.
Charles deeply chuckled behind you, groaning and biting his lip before he switched to biting your shoulder, groaning and moaning into your heated skin as you continued rubbing yourself against him, gulping as you felt how big he actually is.
“Fucking hell, y/n baby,” he gulped, making you smirk before you threw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to your release, “The t-things I wanna do t-to you right now, shit,” he gasped, “you don’t even wanna know,” he chuckled again, making you cry out.
“I think I-I do actually,” you nodded with a smirk, rubbing clenching pussy against his fingers now as well, feeling your orgasm already building up, “tell me, god charles… please for the l-love of god…tell me,” you whined pathetically.
Charles only raised his head and kissed the sweet spot behind your ear, “You wouldn’t even u-understand a thing, mon amour,” his fingers sped up, making you see literal stars, “you’re to pure for that, aren’t you? Am I right?” He nodded along his words as he said them in a raspy tone, “way to pure and innocent, that’s what you are baby, that’s exactly what you fucking are,” he mumbled.
You felt like you were levitating, like you saw stars, like it was just you and him on this planet right now, nobody else. You bit your lip before you couldn’t hold it back anymore, trembling legs breaking down as you furrowed your brows and came all over his fingers, forcing him to go down with you as your knees hit the floor.
“I got you, don’t worry mon amour,” Charles kissed the top of your head as his fingers till continued rubbing your sensitive clit, making tears shot into your eyes due the overstimulation you were feeling,
“let it all go, baby… don’t hold anything back, want it all c'mon,” he continued as your whines got louder since he still wasn’t stopping.
“C-Charles!” You loudly spoke up, palm slowly reaching forward to stop his moving hand by grabbing his wrist but his hand wouldn’t stop for a second, he just ignored your weak grip on his wrist and continued smiling like in a mean and teasing way behind you,
“I know it feels good, little one, don’t even try to deny it,” he whispered into your ear from behind as you were so close to actually screaming from the overstimulation, your legs shaking like they have never before, “why don’t you be a good little girl for me and put your hand away, yeah?”
You gasped and cried as charles continued talking to you, ordering you to do something but at the same time calming you down whilst you gently removed your palm from his wrist, placing it back onto the floor to gain balance.
Charles chuckled behind you, “that’s my good girl.”
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deruimy · 2 months
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come to meet F1 family tree
my inspired from twitter hahahaha
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argentinagp · 5 months
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f1blogger: Four time champion Alain Prost back in his Ferrari 643 at Gulf Historic Dubai GP Revival 🔥
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jadedontaskwhytoo · 23 days
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@yyenky, how did I do?
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yyenky · 1 month
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"We went to a McDonald's in London because Adriane (Ayrton's girlfriend) was suddenly craving a burger from there, so we got into the restaurant and went to the cashier, the cashier looked at me and said 'I know this guy who is with you, he is famous, right?' 'Do you know him?' I asked. He thought for a while and said. 'Oh! He is a F1 driver, right?' And Ayrton was with that look on his face like I'm being recognized, he loved it, but he pretended he didn't like it. Then the guy says 'Yeah, he won the Monaco Grand Prix, he is Alain Prost!' I almost died laughing, Ayrton's face was absolutely white, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or tell Ayrton not to kill the guy. But thank God he was with good humor since he won the Monaco Grand Prix so he didn't do anything but he left the place all grumpy. 'Wow, I won six times in Monaco, a difficult race, and the guy calls me Alain Prost…' It was the funniest thing."
Betise Assumpção, former advisor of Ayrton Senna.
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hqkkinen · 3 months
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i saw a juventus meme like this while i was looking for pics of allegri and i got inspired
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jrgysusobjetos · 7 months
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FERRARI 312 B F1. 1969
Acuarela sobre papel 300grs.55x25. jrg-art.com
B-1099
2023
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