#charles thots

[themultifanshipper]

Charles was shocked into silence. How could he not have noticed? He had known you for years and yet, he had never been so turned on in his life, just from hearing you speak.

Warnings: gn!reader, french!reader, cum play? GRATUITOUS amounts of french! Like half the dialogue is in french (with translation). This is entirely self-indulgent! Charles is really stupid in this I’m sorry but it’s for the plot, also he started out dominant then I decided halfway through he should be submissive, then switched back again. Barely proofread, it is 4:30am as I am writing this, sue me. There is disgusting stuff involving cum, and I’m kinda considering this crack because I can’t take french seriously.

Bon appétit, this is a wild ride my friends.

You had been working in formula 1 for most of your adult life, going from media teams to personal assistant, to lots of other jobs that finally led you to your dream job: race engineer.

Well, your dream job was really being a team boss, but baby steps, yeah?

Anyway, you had been promoted to race engineer to the one and only Charles Leclerc following the whole Xavi thing. But before that he’d known you as his assistant for a bit when his own assistant was on maternity leave, and before that you had been the media trainer for a few teams, including Sauber when he was there. He’d literally known you since his debut, and the two of you had grown very close over the years, and saw each other every week. So the fact that he could have missed something like this was embarrassing.

You were at the end of a race, going on about the tyres overheating to Charles over the radio when the car in front of him locked up and slid, forcing him to swerve and hit the wall with a sickening crunch.

You gasped as you saw the car make contact. “Oh Putain, ça va Charles ?” (Oh fuck, you ok Charles?) You spoke into your headset but there was no answer, and Charles didn’t seem to be moving so you tried again “Charles, tu m’entends? Est-ce que ça va?!” (Charles can you hear me? Are you ok?)

He finally replied in a shaky voice, and you were finally able to breathe and call the staff that would go get Charles and his car off the track.

Unbeknownst to you, Charles was having a mental crisis. You spoke French?

Since fucking when?

His ears were ringing as he tried to think back your years friendship for any signs. He came up empty. He was positive he’d never heard you speak French before. And he was positive he should not be hard, climbing out of his car after a crash.

When he got back to the garage, you were waiting for him, ready to ask him how he was but before you could say anything he grabbed your arm and dragged you into the nearest room slash maintenance cupboard he could find.

“What the hell are you doing Charles?”

He locked the door and when he turned back around his eyes were dark and stormy “Since when do you speak french?” he asked.

You just blinked at him.

“What?”

He backed you up against the wall, hands either side of your waist.

“Since when” he spoke patronizingly slowly “Do. You. Speak. French.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion.

“Charles, I am French. I have a French name. I was born and raised in France! What the fuck do you mean ‘since when do I speak french’???!”

His eyes widened as he realized how oblivious he’d been.

“My dad is friends with Pierre’s parents! I started my career at Renault! I brought you wine from my family’s vineyard! Charles how-  how could you not have known?” You laughed at him as he just stood there flabbergasted at his own stupidity.

“Sérieusement? Comment?” (seriously, how?)

His brain seemed to reboot and he put his arms around you “Je suis désolé, je suis vraiment débile” (I’m sorry, I’m so stupid) he giggled into your hair.

The proximity was odd but not unwelcome, as you put your arms around him and laughed with him, inhaling his pleasant scent.

“Tu as mis du parfum? Tu sens bon. ” (Have you got cologne on? You smell good)

He groaned. “Keep talking, please” and he squeezed you tighter against him.

You laughed. “Tu sais bien que je parle toujours en français avec Pierre et Este ?” (You know I always speak french with Pierre and Este, right?)

He whimpered into your neck and that’s when you felt it.

You froze in his arms “Charles are you getting hard?”

He put his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes, both of you going cross-eyed. “I’m sorry you just sound so sexy in french” he sniffled.

This was definitely something you could get behind.

“Ouais? Tu veux que je te parle en français pendant les courses alors? (Yeah, you want me to speak to you in french during the races?)

He chewed on his lip and nodded as your hand made its way to the front of his suit to cup him over the fabric.

“T’es sûr? On voudrait pas que tu salisse la voiture, tu devras expliquer aux ingénieurs pourquoi le siège est trempé” (you sure ? We wouldn’t want you to make a mess, you’d have to explain to the engineers why the seat is wet)

He whined and his knees almost buckled, so you turned him around against the wall and unzipped his suit, dragging it down to pool around his ankles, then making quick work of the second layer, leaving him in his very damp underwear. You pulled that down as well as you got a hand around his cock and started a slow pace, teasing the tip with your thumb every now and then. He bucked his hips and whined at the dry friction.

“What’s the matter? Un peu sec?” (a bit dry?) You said teasingly.

“Laisse moi t’aider avec ça” (let me help you with that)

You got down on your knees and his eyelids fluttered as you got your lips around his tip. When you took half of him in your mouth and reached a hand up to cup his balls at the same time, he moaned and thumped his head back onto the wall.

You pulled off “Garde les yeux sur moi, Charles” (keep your eyes on me, Charles)

He did so , with much difficulty, but his eyes snapped to yours and you continued, taking him all the way to the base and massaging his balls gently. His hips bucked up a bit making you gag slightly.

“désolé, je vais pas durer longtemps” (sorry, I’m not gonna last long)

So you picked up the pace and doubled down on your efforts, as his hands flew to your hair.

It took about a minute and a half for him to come, groaning your name while he filled your mouth. He felt like his soul had been sucked out through his dick. You didn’t swallow it all though, wanting to share the load, as it were.

You got up and pulled him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted, and it was the most disgusting, satisfying kiss you’d ever had, all teeth and spit and cum, some of it dribbling down your necks and chests.

You stayed like that for a while, basking in each other’s embrace (and each other’s mouths) before you suddenly remembered where you were.

“Charles! Don’t you have a press conference to go to?!”

“Je m’en fous, je reste là” (I don’t care, I’m staying here)

He lifted you up and carried you to the other side of the room where there was a conveniently empty shelf, where he set you down before tugging your pants down and spreading your legs to slot himself between them. He was already half hard again as he pumped himself with one hand and used the other to swipe up the cum on his and your chests, then brought his fingers to your entrance, rubbing gently before sliding a finger inside you. It didn’t take much for him to prep you and he used the excess leftover cum to lube himself up and slide into you. You keened as he pressed up into your most sensitive spots. But he just stayed there, grinding slowly into you, driving you mad.

“Please, Charles!” You begged, pronouncing his name the English way.

He cocked his head and grinned at you, and you sighed in desperation.

“S’il te plait… Charles”

His jaw went slack as he used all the energy he had left to pound into you, right in that special spot that made you see stars, over and over until you were a whining mess underneath him.

You came with a shout, back arching off the shelf and he held on to you as he followed soon after.

Charles Leclerc got a heavy fine for not showing up at the post-race conference, or the debrief, or any of his mandatory duties. Fortunately, he had enough money to pay the fine, and take you to dinner that very same night.

If you're still here, you should get a medal. I'm so sorry.

#my thots #charles thots #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #cl16 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #gn reader

[fangirl-dot-com]

currently crying at a tik tok

charles and lando : you were a wonderful experience

carlos : you were…everything

goodBYE

#fangirl dot com cries #fangirl dot come answers #fangirl dot com thots #f1 x driver!reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #platonic grid x reader #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #carlos sainz

[praisethelorde]

Crime and Punishment son or The Secret History daughter?

#gay son or thot daughter #crime and punishment #dostoevksy #fyodor dostoevsky #dark academia #raskolnikov #rodion romanovich raskolnikov #the secret history #tsh #tsh donna tartt #donna tartt #henry winter #francis abernathy #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #bunny corcoran #julian morrow #romanticism #chaotic academia #literature #russian literature #classical literature

[thisismeracing]

Thoughts on who’s a boobs vs thighs vs butt guy?

My speculation would be Charles goes for boobs, Mick goes for butt, Danny goes for thighs

+18!! minors DNI!

mick - boob (defending my case using the NSFW alphabet I wrote for him here hihihih particularly this part: "He loves to slip his hands inside your shirt and play with your nipples or just simply hold your boobs, it’s comforting". However, let's agree that he would be obsessed w your butt too, like you're passing and he's slapping it when you're alone, or squeezes it when kissing you hihi).

lewis - thighs (Lewis lover to give you head, therefore he loves to be between your thighs, he also loves to rest his hand there whenever you're nervous or he's nervous, and there's something so intimate when he rests his head on your thighs while you're watching something or just chilling together, something he used to do even before you started dating. anyways............change my mind!!!! kdsjfksdj)

charles - boob (loves to fidget with your nipples, will do it without even noticing. loves to lie his head there whenever he's sad or want some cuddles).

carlos - butt (walk in front of this man when you're alone and you can bet he will slap your ass. also totally loves doggy, therefore loves the view of your ass. slapping, squeezing, BITING, sdkgjskgjdsbye)

danny - thighs (v similar to sir lewis, danny is really into head, and he also loves to lie on your thighs while you play with his hair. also, he loves cowgirl, and when you sit on his face. your thighs are his temple, he'll knell and treat it as an altar).

lando - boob (I think he would accidentally stare at your boobs when you're wearing a summer dress or something that really grabs his attention, and that's when you finally notice he likes you. it would be funny because I can see him blushing and starting to laugh uncontrollably kjfksdjgs)

send me thots!

#thank you for the ask nonny! <3 it made me think so it distracted my worried mind for a bit! *mwah* #thirsty #thots #dr3 #ms47 #cs55 #cl16 #ln4 #lh44 #mick schumacher #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #millies inbox #anon #f1 x reader #f1 smut #kinda

[sennaverstappen]

i think my fav thing about lestappen is (as everyone knows) the mirror images they are of each other. weight of the world on their shoulders for their family (in different yet similar ways) - lorenzo giving up his dreams for charles, max saying his career probably ruined a marriage… them both having father issues in wildly different ways… both with the HUNGER to win (but max is settling down now while charles is starving). both of them having had anger issues in the past… - red blue red blue etc etc :(

#max verstappen #.txt #charles leclerc #lestappen #f1 #f1blr #I HAVE THOTS

[effervescentdragon]

Lefrères // Sunday, Azerbaijan GP 2023

#charles leclerc #arthur leclerc #lorenzo leclerc #lefrères #effervescentdragongifs #my fave is the absolute detachment from both sharl and lolo while arthur is like. at least trying #head empty no thots #baku 23 #azerbaijan gp 2023 #f1 #formula 1

[leclerdelune]

🕯️ 🕯️

🕯️ SF-24 🕯️

🕯️ Goes Fast 🕯️

🕯️ AMEN 🕯️

🕯️ 🕯️

#all thots and prayers #thank you #formula 1 #f1 #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr

[rraaaarrl]

um UHhhhhh DO THE WHA

#about me #mood #no thots head empty #too many thoughts #yes this is a simultaneous phenomenom #my brain is a cursed existence #where did u come where did u go #echoes in a desolate street in silent hill #where did u come from cotton eye joe #scraaaaaaaape #still thinking bout the off putting king charles portrait #IF YOU DO NOT WATER UR CERMET WILL NOW GROW #doctor doom

[all-good-all-ways]

need him in ways that will alter my life forever

#the black fireproofs bring out something in me #going feral #thinking thots #pretty boy charles #charles leclerc

[forzalvr]

istg Australia is rigged, first the cricket world cup 2023, and now max dnf 😭😭

#f1 #formula 1 #/j #viralpost #anyas thots #charles leclerc #fernando alonso #lewis hamilton #shitpost #max verstappen

[yanderepuck]

He's going to haunt me in my dreams I swear

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp charles #charles henri sanson #trip thots

[themultifanshipper]

Monaco. A truly magical place where anything can happen. Including potentially ruining your friendship with Max. With a plot twist.

Or, part 2 of my Max fic. Featuring a very special guest.

It's another long-ish one, guys ≈ 1.2k

"Max Verstappen wins the 2021 Monaco Grand Prix!"

You were pretty sure you were crying. Your best friend Max had just won the Monaco grand prix for the first time. A huge achievement in the world of F1. He lifted the trophy high above his head as you cheered from below. The whole Redbull garage was in chaos, everyone singing and cheering for Max. He winked at you before spraying champagne all over the podium, crowd, Lando and Carlos, all laughing and cheering at each other.

You couldn't help but feel sorry for Charles though, a DNF at your home race is always a hard pill to swallow. Hopefully he wasn't so bummed out that he wouldn't come out and party with you and Max, after all they had patched up their relationship since 2019 and he should be happy for his friend's win.

You, Charles and Max were close, often hanging out whenever you were staying with Max in Monaco. Usually ending up at parties until ungodly hours, you all finding company and going your seperate ways for the night, then meeting up the next day at a café, hungover and full of juicy gossip.

However this particular party felt a bit off for some reason. You'd managed to convince Charles to go out to a club instead of moping alone in his apartment. But there was a vibe. You weren't sure quite what the vibe was yet, but it was definitely there.

He was having more shots than usual, even after bad races. He was also hanging more around you instead of going to find girls to grind on and take back to his ridiculously giant bed. Not that you were complaining about it, you always welcomed Charles' company. But his arm found itself around you a little bit more often than usual. And you swore you saw him staring at your lips a bit too much for a public setting.

At one point Max found you and informed you he'd recieved a text from George, inviting you all to join him and a few other drivers at a yacht party. So you, Charles and Max went stumbling around the harbour trying to find this party.

Well, it wasn't exaclty hard.

It was the biggest yacht you'd ever seen, and in Monaco that was quite an achievement. It was more like a small cruise liner with so many people on it you were almost wondering if yachts could have a weight limit. It must have been some mega rich guy here just for the grand prix or something.

Before you could dwell on it too much however you heard a screech from above you up on the second deck.

"AYOOOO MAX! UP HERE MAN! AND YOU BROUGHT CHARLES WOOOOO! "

The three of you stared at Lando where he was hanging halfway over the railing, shirt way too open for decency, sunglasses almost slipping off his nose, and waving his glass around, getting himself quite wet. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.

Once you got onto the boat it was surprisingly easy to find the small group of drivers consisting of George, Alex, Lando, his friend Max, Lance, who was obviously selling something around the place, Carlos, who had obviously taken whatever Lance was selling, and Checo in a corner feeling up a girl who was definitely not his wife.

Anyway, you quickly lost both Max and Charles as you all mingled around and made acquaintances. But after a a few hours, a few drinks, and a few of whatever the fuck Lance had sold to seemingly half the boat, you got a bit lonely and set off to find people you knew.

The first person you came across was Lando, who had also taken something if the way he was incapable of focusing on your eyes as you spoke to him was any indication. He informed you that Charles had been looking for you, before going to look for some peace and quiet in the upper decks,

You got him a glass of water as thanks before going off to find Charles. It took you fucking forever. The place was huge, and you even bumped into Fernando during your quest, who greeted you with a big sloppy kiss on the cheek before sauntering off. Wow.

You found Charles sitting in one of the many upstairs rooms that sort of overlooked the deck below, where most of the crowd was, visible through massive windows.

By the time you'd finished ogling the layout you looked at Charles and found he was already staring intently at you.

"I know that look, Charles" You scolded him.

"I know you do. That's why I'm doing it" He grinned.

"Are you really that bored?"

"It is not about being bored. I want you"

You rolled your eyes. He always knew how to pick his moments, and he knew you could never resist him.

"But also..." he continued slowly, grabbing your hips and pulling you towrds him; his face changing into something more vulnerable "I want to have something Max does not"

Oh . This was a new development. Charles was jealous??

For a while now you and Charles had been fooling around. Max knew about it of course, you weren't exactly discreet, and you'd stopped counting the amount of times Charles had mentionned it off-hand in front of him. It usually happened when neither of you could find someone to take home and needed some good sex. And by god the sex was good. But that's not the point. The point was that you didn't really want this to happen on a random yacht, where anyone could see you if they looked hard enough up at the windows.

Add to that the fact you were pretty off your faces, and were possibly abandoning Max at this giant party, and it was shaping up to be the worst idea you'd ever heard.

"Because I thought this would finally be the year I would win at my home race."

"So I'm a replacement trophy?" You teased.

"Of course not" He grinned up at you "I want to give you all the pleasure that Max took away from me..."

So, you ended up on top of Charles on the bed, facing the door, riding him like your life depended on it. At some point, his hand had made it's way around your throat and was squeezing as your eyes rolled back and your rhythm faltered and your legs began to shake. He took it upon himself to grab your hip with his other hand and start slamming into you from below. You moaned loudly, not caring about all the noise you were both making as the music downstairs pounded through the walls. After all the times the two of you had done this, he knew your body like the back of his hand, expertly fucking you speechless with minimal effort.

Then, you realised with a start you hadn't locked the door when a shadow appeared under the crack and the handle turned, door swinging open.

Of course it had to be Max. Life would be two easy otherwise.

As your eyes met, his widened and you gasped, pussy tightening briefly around Charles, who took it as a sign of you being close. Embarrasingly, the idea of Max seeing you like this turned you on so much you almost came on the spot. His eyes staring you up and down, at the way your tits bounced as Charles rammed into you, at the way Charles's cock was splitting you open, and at the way you were drooling all over yourself and down Charles' wrist, your own eyes fixated on Max's.

He looked more turned on than anyone you'd ever seen. You were probably quite the sight, being dragged up and down Charles' cock like ragdoll. The thought made you clench again, so Charles groaned and tightened his hold on your throat, hips never faltering.

"Fuck- so tight. My god- rub your pretty little cunt for me and come on my cock, baby"

Max's jaw dropped as you did what you were told and started circling your clit fast and hard. He'd never seen you take orders from anyone, much less Charles. And he'd never expected Charles to talk like that, especially to you.

"Good Girl, fuck! Come on my cock." He slammed into you a few more times "That's my good girl..."

You moaned loud and you came hard around Charles, not able to keep your eyes open any longer as you rode out the waves of pleasure as he spilled deep inside you.

When your vision returned, Max was long gone, and Charles looked pretty blissed out, not realising what had just happened.

Tomorrow's debrief over coffee was going to be awkward...

So there you go, that's what happened in Monaco. Is that what y'all were expecting?

Might do a part 3, maybe not, we'll see. ^^

#my thots #i'm not sorry #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #max verstappen #charles thots #max thots #cl16 #charles leclerc x reader #mv33 #mv1

[fangirl-dot-com]

how long do we want the dts chapter to be??

i’ve noticed that with my longer chapters, they don’t get as much foot traffic as some of the shorter ones

right now it’s a little over 3k words - just wondering if i should make it longer??

#f1 x driver!reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #platonic grid x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #formula 1 x you #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lando norris x reader #drive to survive #dts #to do is to dare fic #fangirl dot com asks #fangirl dot com questions #fangirl dot com thots #formula 1 x y/n #formula one x you #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 x y/n

[feraltwinkseb]

Drivers x text posts / Charles Leclerc 3/?  

#no thoughts just a thot #sorry #we support him though #Charles Leclerc #Leclerc #cl16 #ogferal #DTP #dtp/cl #meme #edit #text posts #f1 #ferrari #Formula 1 #Formula One

[thisismeracing]

Charles finding his fiancée who might also work in f1 staring at him when he is in a ice bath cue to him asking her to join him in one and then holding her close and afterwards warming her up before cuddling.

*giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my braids*

everyone would be laughing about the faces you were making while in the ice and the swooing with the way charles held you close (like, the fact that you were sharing an ice bath was already !!!!/&&,&/&,&:&;&:&) even when you two left and got dressed properly, he would keep yiur hands between his and your back to his front, and kiss your neck and cheeks every once in a while while the team talked about some non racing related subject

send me thots!

#charles leclerc #millies inbox #anon #thots #f1 x reader #cl16

[r69per-luvr]

Seb and Charles are so similar and different when it comes to Ferrari. The team was a dream for both of them. They wanted to be in Ferrari, and ofc, their goal was a championship.

For Seb it was a dream, a thing he physically wanted. And in his 6(?) seasons with them, he always fell short. But just that much, it was just out of reach. He knew he could win if he truly wanted to, he did it four times with Red Bull. And despite everything, he just kept trying. Per his words "The target to win the championship with Ferrari, I have failed, I didn't, I didn't manage to do that"

I always take the use of the words "I have failed" a lot stronger snd more personal than "I didn't succeed", cause it shows more...inner personal conflict with the inability to complete the task/goal they have set out to do, that they wanted to do. At least that it how I tend to perceive things like that.

Then there is Charles. There are many personally important reasons he strives towards Ferrari and continues to stay with them despite the poor performance. Because of Jules, because of his father. He told his dad on his death bed that he signed with Ferrari because he knew that is what his dad wanted, despite the fact Charles hadn't been signed at that point. Jules was in the Ferrari Academy, and was set to get a Ferrari seat in the future if things didn't go the way it did. Both of those people are dead. And Ferrari is a link to them, one I strongly doubt he will ever get rid of.

And ofc, the goal is a championship. But unlike Seb, I think it feel like something he needs to do. To fulfill the legacy set out for him. And he hasn't, he can't (for now). Ferrari continues to let him down, over and over again. Like Seb, he takes that inability to win very personally. Like a dream that was physically impossible to ever fulfill, despite the fact it realistically should be.

#i have no idea if any of this makes sense #but here we are #i saw some seb edit follows by a charles edit #and both were obviously sad #and then this happened #sooo thank tiktok i suppose #these two do make me genuinely sad considering thier Ferrari eras overlap #so it is an interesting parallel #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc #f1 #formula 1 #f1 rambles #day cant shut up about her duos # ⸝⸝ 📞 ꒰ vroom vroom ⋅₊ # ⸝⸝ 🎤 ꒰ day's thots ⋅₊ # ⸝⸝ 🤍 ꒰ day's favs ⋅₊ # ⸝⸝ 16 ꒰ charles ⋅₊