McLaren getting dragged in every way shape and form over every social media.
This is a PR nightmare. The OP1 hats miraculously appearing isn’t helping their cause.
But there is worse to come.
If Lando misses out on a Championship by 7 points or less the fall out will be unbearable.
If Oscar now doesn’t win again for 12 months then the constant accusations “he can only win with team orders” will surface.
How exactly are they going to be able to do their annual mental health campaign when the whole world heard how they spoke to Lando over team radio? “We are trying to protect you” is the single creepiest and manipulative thing ever said over a team radio.
Lando was in a position to do a very memorable thing for the people of Hungary by winning a race with that helmet, McLaren didn’t give a shit.
We thought Red Bull had the biggest PR nightmare going. Nope. McLaren had to out develop them with that as well!
Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012
Marvel AU
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes
Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers.
"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff
Warnings will be per chapter
Sneak peek
Part 1
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trying to ride simon but failing miserably every time. he'll never request it from you, no, but what man doesn't love to have his beautiful girl bouncing on his veiny cock, your breasts at perfect level to be squeezed and nipples sucked? to feel himself impaling your pussy, abusing your cervix but you're too fucking desperate to care about the dull ache in your stomach.
you're working yourself so hard, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each bounce, his blond pubes leaving teasing kisses that threaten to drag you over the edge. but simon is greedy, he needs more of you, faster and harder. he needs to control you.
you know as soon as his legs spread apart on the bed, it's over for you, control is immediately gone. he plants his feet down on the mattress, his hips propping you up, pushing his leaking cock even further than you felt was possible, his full balls pressed against your plushy ass.
his strong arms wrap around you, pulling your upper half down onto him so your chests are pressed together, locking you into place as he fucks you. your mind is foggy, the sense leaving your brain at the intense pleasure he gives you, tight walls strangling his throbbing dick, a silent plea for him to destroy your insides. cream dribbles out of your pussy, trailing down his balls to the sheets, leaving a damp stain in its wake.
hot tears are pouring out of your eyes, pure bliss enveloping you as he uses you as his cum dump. the only words you can blabber out are "fuck simon!" and even then your tongue struggles to work properly, senses overloaded as your orgasm washes over you, the pressure in your head so intense black dots line your vision.
you can't hear or think, only feeling the vibration of simon's chest against yours with his low groans, probably praising how good you feel and that he's right there but you're too fucked out to understand. you can only feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his skin sticking to yours as he fucks you into oblivion.
his thighs stutter as he finishes, filling you as deep as he can go with ropes of hot, thick white cum. it fills you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy and down your inner thighs, only adding to the soiled sheets beneath you. slowing his thrusts to a stop, he pushes you up by the shoulders, taking a good look at your flushed face. drool is pooled in the corner of your mouth, red cheeks stained with tears, looking as wrecked and beautiful as ever.
his dark brown eyes dance along your body, as if taking a mental video of your chest rising and falling rapidly, attempting to catch your breath while looking at him with that glossy look in your eye.
so yeah, you may fail to ride him to orgasm every time, but fuck is it worth it.
that top step of the podium feeling
VIBE CHECK *gently presses our foreheads together*
How old are you? Asking bc a lot of the fic recs I reblog are mdni and id like to respect the writers’ wishes. 🥰
Im 8teen
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yourusername: it’s this guy’s birthday! you make my world go round solely by existing. love you most, mi alma🍷❤️
fan1: what a power couple! happy birthday, carlos!!!
landonorris: WHO is blasting “cuff it” at 5am?
yourusername: my bad 🫣 jet lag has me wide awake. c’s fast asleep so breakfast in 10?
p1_coach: joining! did not expect to be serenaded this morning but honestly loved it
fan2: i’m obsessed with these two but more so with the way @yourusername and lando bicker like siblings
carlossainz55: you're my everything and more ❤️
carlossainz55: sorry to all the drivers affected by beyoncégate. i asked for an explanation but all i got was "it's virgo season, carlos"
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