cercando di non essere solo un mattone nella parete
Relaxing morning walk ☀
The AU (and the dogs) are from this fic in case anyone is interested
Mick Schumacher’s hands appreciation post?
Mick Schumacher’s hands appreciation post.
pierre fic writers take notes
Auctioned➔GR63
>It’s all for charity…<
a/n: I can do nothing but apologise that it’s taken me this long to get out, sorry! @sunshinericciardo once again doing god’s work listening to all my horny ramblings ily <3 Anyways I am such a whore for George and the auction scenario that is all *mic drop*
gif creds to owner :)
warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex (again damn), hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, there’s a mirror, pinch of jealousy, 3k words of some good hate sex 🤠
“Before we start, I’d like to extend a huge thanks to everyone attending tonight, Williams Racing appreciates you more than you know”. The screeching microphone cut through the raucous laughter bouncing around the large room, rounds of applause sounding from all the sponsors as they made sure not to spill the champagne from their topped flutes.
You downed another shot, sighing for what seemed like the millionth time that hour. Saturday evenings were for getting wasted in a dark busy club and grinding on 6/10s and then disappearing into a taxi without your friends noticing. Yet here you were, dragged along kicking and screaming to an ‘invitation only’ charity event with people who looked like they ate cold hard cash for breakfast.
enemies to lovers trope with george 👀
why does george just SCREAM enemies to lovers???? literally every time i try to daydream about him, it always starts with enemies to lovers asdfghjkl;
i kept this pretty angs/fluff bc i am not feeling up for writing smut today, but i will definitely try to write a smutty version in the future <3
- imagine you and george met after both your best friends started dating a few years back
- and while your friend assured you that you would hit it off with him, instead he immediately drove you crazy
- he talked too much, he teased you endlessly, was viciously competitive and cocky and even worse he was amazing to look at
- he was so pretty it drove you wild, so naturally you did the one thing you could think of
- you told yourself you hated him
- and you did- at least you thought you did
- yet he was the first thing you thought about in the morning and you’d imagine being with him at night, your thoughts running away to rather scandalous places
- but you definitely hated him. there was no doubt about it
- you were always the first one to notice that he missing from the group, but only because you found yourself noticing how you weren’t being annoyed
- ‘where’s george?’ you would ask one of your friends
- 'he’s in bakku for the grand prix. why, you miss him?’ they would joke
- but you did. you did miss him when he wasn’t around
- yes, he drove you insane, but you didn’t know what you would do without him. he was the one constant in your life that you could always rely on
- and little did you know that he felt the same way
- he was like a little boy with a crush in the playground, metaphorically pulling your pigtails, so to speak
- he didn’t care if you apparently hated him, as long as he saw your face every day
- our best friends always dragged the two of you into going on double dates with them, which always spiked your heart rate
- 'seriously? why does it have to be with him?’
- 'consider yourself lucky darling, you’ll get to see my beautiful face’ you friend would tell you, as it was all part of her plan
- he always called you darling, sweetheart or princess and you hated how it made you feel, you always had to look away so he didn’t see your blush
- anytime you went out with your friends, you and george were always forced to sit together
- but george would take photos of you when you weren’t looking
- one time when alex and lando were teasing george for not having a girlfriend, he even lied to them and said that you were his girlfriend, showing all the candid pictures he had of you on his phone for proof
- but everything changed when you and your friends went on holiday to austria to watch him race
- after celebrating on sunday night, your friends had gone to bed and you and george were left alone on the balcony of the hotel room
- you both were tired and a little bit tipsy from the festivities when george asked you to play truth or dare
- this went on for a couple of minutes when you used the liquid courage to your advantage
- 'truth or dare, russell?’
- 'truth.’
- 'why do you hate me?’
- and even though you were used to his honesty by now, he still surprised you with what he said
- 'i hate the way you’re always right. i hate it when you make me laugh. i hate it when you’re not around. but mostly i hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all’(if you get the reference, you are my soulmate)
- you just stared at him in utter disbelief
- he didn’t hate you; and you didn’t hate him too
- he knew he had you in that moment
- 'truth or dare, princess’
- 'dare.’
- 'i dare you to kiss me.’
- and you did, all night long.
daniel-ricciardhoe-deactivated2:
Just Friends || GR63x Reader
-> George Russell has been chasing your for over a year, but you insist that you are just friends.
-> Authors note: this is entirely self indulgent and I am totally not going to apologise for it. The way I will lose it when I see George in a Mercedes’ every race weekend is what drove this. Once again not proof read because we live in the danger zone.
-> word count: 4.6K
CW/TW: fuckboyish-George. Dom!George. So self indulgent it probably doesn’t make sense. Dirty talk, degradation-ish, P in V sex, unprotected sex (please for the love of god wrap up I’m just a whore). Remember I have a glitch that duplicates paragraphs. Let me know if you see any!
The questions you had written hastily in your journal following qualifying in Spa died in your throat as you gazed into the smug grey eyes of George Russell.
He had been watching you stumble over the syllables that clung to your lips for the whole interview. He would listen to you flub the line and then answer with this mortifyingly embarrassing, self-satisfied grin.
“How amazing does it feel to qualify in second at the Belgi- George stop looking at me like that,” you hiss, entirely abashed by the way his eyes would drag over your heated face, and could feel his gaze on your lips.
“I feel like you should cut that out of your interview,” he mused, the edge of his mouth pulling further up in a wicked grin. The cockiness that he exuded made you dizzy, embarrassment crawling it’s way up your throat.
Thank you for slutty Lewis pics, same for George? A whole series? Slutty Mick?!
george you say???? if lewis is a whore, then george is a baby whore (i hope lewis can teach him his ways asdfghjkl)
i only have a few categories to split these into, so enjoy!!!
first of all, JAWLINE!!!!!!!!!! i mean nobody does it like him
i also have a massive thing for him in/with cars idk why, it just screams rich kid
and i know we get to see mercedes!george every race now, but the chokehold this pic from 2020 has on me is still so strong
this is soft as hell, but george with kids 🥺
who would i be if i didn’t include these pics…
the carstairs siblings are my comfort characters
characters by @cassandraclare
ONE TIME THING ━ P.G & C.L
in which pierre and charles find out you had hooked up with both of them, despite the life long friendship and agreement you’d never go there with either of them. resulting in a night you’d definitely never forget with both drivers.
warnings; threesome, spitting like once, praise, degradation, friends with benefits, spanking, oral sex, unprotected sex, choking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, hair pulling, petty charles and pierre, jealous charles and pierre; just them being egotistical dicks :) it’s kinda long my baddd and just pure filth at the end tbh
oi 🥺 sdds das sua postagens
Oops, foi mal, eu não não usando mais o tumblr mto, só pra ler fanfic hahaha
hmmm
The beast is angelic in nature
(via smallnico)
I mean, you’re pretty damn gorgeous.
You’re Max’s teammate, and the only female driver to come so far in Formula 1. Having first signed with Toro Rosso, it wasn’t long before your incredible talent had you promoted to RedBull, alongside Max. But God, why had no one prepared him for how gorgeous you were ?
Max Verstappen X Reader.
A/N - lowkey inspired by the christmas video with Alex.
Christmas was one of the most wonderful times of the year. Families reuniting, children receiving presents, carols being sung and memories being made. It was also a time for people to relax and make merry, taking time off of their jobs. The same rule applied to F1 drivers. Christmas was a time they all spent together with their families. It was also the time to film Christmas videos and share presents with each other, which was why Max found himself in Christian’s office, with Y/N sitting in a chair opposite him, as they talked about something and chuckled.
Seeing Y/N throw her head back and laugh made butterflies appear in his belly, feeling his legs go weak as she flashed him a bright smile. “Hi Max! Are you excited for Christmas?” She asked, practically radiating giddy happiness. “Yes I am, although I’m sure I’ll spend time on the Simulator” he replied, watching as the girl rolled her eyes at him, and turned to face Christian again, saying, “See, I told you he’d say that” Laughing, Christian gestured to the empty chair in front of him, and shook his head at the Dutchman.
“She did tell me you’d just hop onto the simulator the minute you were home. Turns out she was right”
“I’m always right” was all Y/N said, flipping her hair over her shoulder, earning a gentle punch from Max. Giggling, she rested her head on his shoulder for a second, completely oblivious to how Max’s breath hitched, and eyes lingered a second to long on her h/c hair, inhaling the soft strawberry scent of her shampoo, before she turned to their boss, “So you had something to tell us Christian?” “Yes I did, we’re going to film some Christmas secret santa type videos with the other drivers, and then the two of you will have a gifting video with each other, like you and Daniel did last year, Max. So go get some presents for each other”
“Okay ! When are we filming ?” Y/N asked, eyes shining with excitement, as she leaned forward softly,hand subconsciously moving to rest on Max’s thigh. If she had been paying attention, she would have seen how his muscles tightened, and breath hitched again, eyes glued to where her hand rested on his jeans clad thigh. He didn’t hear Christian’s response, far too focused on containing the feeling of nerves that were filling his stomach, threatening to spill every single word he had longed to tell you since you had first said hello to him, words containing the deepest of feelings he harbored for you.
Max Verstappen didn’t get nervous. Max Verstappen was a tough, analytical, effective driver. Max Verstappen was a tough, hardened young man. So why did Max Verstappen feel his legs turn to jelly when you entered a room? Why did Max Verstappen feel his heart stop and then start an alarming pace when you smiled at him ? Why did Max Verstappen want to bury his head in the crook of your neck, and tell you how painfully in love he was with you, and have you hold him forever ? Why was Max Verstappen feeling this way ? Because Max Verstappen was in love with Y/N. And the worst part was he was painfully aware of it.
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Pacing himself for the next hour or so of the filming he would have to do, Max walked around in the space of his Driver’s Room, trying desperately to think about anything but Y/N. But of course, his mind could only concentrate on the scent of her hair, and how close she had been to his body, heck, she had her head on his body. Her fingers had grazed his thigh, but his imagination pictured her soft fingers trailing all over his body, imagined whispering soft nothings as he ran his fingers through her soft locks and peppered kisses all over her soft skin.
God, did it hurt to love someone who didn’t know it. But Max knew he’d rather love you and not tell you, but remain your best friend, rather than tell you and lose you. He wasn’t comfortable with being scared or nervous. Fear was something Jos Verstappen had pushed out of him as a child, unaware of the consequences it would have had on his son as an adult. In fact, the first time Max had fallen in love with Y/N was when she noticed his nerves before a race
He was anxious. He hadn’t had a win in a while. His dad was watching on. So was his sister. Christian had expectations. He was scared he wasn’t living up to them. Before he knew it, his stomach was churning, and the room seemed to spin. Max was scared. He didnt know what was happening to him. He couldn’t be scared. His dad never let him be scared. God, please, he couldn’t be scared. Suddenly consumed in a cycle of nerves, anxiety and fear, he hadn’t even realized how hard he was clenching his fists together before a pair of soft hands took his tightened fists in their hands. Forcing himself to focus on a spot behind Y/N’s head, he tried to ignore how her fingers softly pried his fists open, massaging his palms and fingers to circulate the blood flow. Then she pressed her lips to his palm. And wrapped her arms around his neck. And before he knew it, he was hugging her back. In the quiet, she communicated through her embrace. You are enough. You can do it. I believe in you.
Snapping back to reality, he picked up the two presents he had bought for you, and made his way to the Christmas set. There you were, in a red sweater with an image of a Christmas tree, and bells hanging from the tips of the tree. You were also wearing a pair of rainbow reindeer antlers on your head, laughing with Gemma, your trainer/best friend. The set had two armchairs, with a set of cards and two presents on a table between the two. Max walked forward and placed his two presents on the table and made his way over to you. Greeting him with a smile, you made small talk with each other, shifting closer to him with every comment you made. And you didn’t even know, it, he was just your comfort blanket, and when you felt in need of comfort and warmth, your body gravitated towards him. Blissfully unaware of how hard his heart was pounding against his chest, you leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder, sending all his emotions into overdrive, you were so damn close to his body, and the smell of your perfume was flooding his senses. He had never understood how petite your body looked next to his own, and it filled him with a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. Just as he lifted his arm to wrap around Y/N’s shoulders, the camera crew called out, “ time to start filming, places if you please” and the moment was over.
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“Oh my god what the hell is that ?” Y/N asked giggling so hard she nearly fell off of her chair. “It’s a unicorn toy. I thought you’d like it” Max replied, extremely captivated by the laughter. “I do like it but oh-” her words were cut off when the toy began to repeat your words, in its highly mechanical robotic voice. When it stopped, Max looked at Y/N, who looked right back, and the two burst into laughter. “D-did you know it could do that ?!” She asked, looking at him in between laughing fits. “No, but I’m so glad it does!” He replied, doubling over with laughter.
It had been nearly 15 minutes since the video shooting had begun, and Max had already opened one of the presents you had got for him. It was a lovely cologne set, with his name engraved on the leather box. He had given you a tight hug, and then you had opened his present, to find the toy unicorn. Still laughing, Max looked at the toy, and said loudly,“RRRRRRRRRRRR”, and waited for the toy to imitate it.
“RRRRRRRRRRR” The sound came clearly from the unicorn toy, as it jumped up and down from the floor, the sound sending Max into a fit of laughter once more. “I think you should keep the present Maxie, since you like it so much” Y/N said, shaking her head fondly. “Time for your second presents people” the producer yelled behind the camera. “Me first!’ Y/N said, passing Max a rectangular wrapped present, with a red note on top. The note read -
To Maxie, in hopes that we take more pictures together, stand on more podiums together, and you achieve all your dreams. Lots of love, Y/N/N
P.S - i know you’re gonna be a world champion one day ♡
Looking at the note, Max couldn’t help but smile at how sweet it was, and tucked it into his pocket. Then he unwrapped his present, and his breath caught in his throat. It was a picture of the two of them in Baku a few years ago, when they had both scored a RedBull 1-2 and had celebrated by partying all night. In the picture, Max was standing in front of an infinity pool, a drink in hand, and Y/N was standing right next to him, her arms around his torso, and head resting on his shoulder. It was the first ever picture of the two that had caused rumors of them dating to spread through the F1 community, with some journalists having the gall to ask him straight to his face if they were dating. It was a special picture. And she had had it framed, to give it to him as a present. Finding himself rendered speechless, he simply stood up and wrapped his arms around her, putting all his emotions into the hug. She hugged back, standing on her tippy toes to hug him back properly. Clearing his throat softly, he whispered a soft,"thank you” into her hair, and she responded with a soft, “you’re welcome”
Sitting back down, he handed her a small box, wrapped in silver wrapping paper with a black note on top, with the words-
So your life is always full of sparkles and happiness. Much love, Max.
Opening it, Y/N felt her eyes well up with tears. It wad a jewelery box, and inside was a necklace. But it wasn’t just any necklace. In her second season racing for RedBull, she had lost her grandma. And her grandma had always had a very special necklace, one of pure silver, with a ruby butterfly dangling off as a pendant. Before her grandma had died, someone had stolen the necklace, and when she passed away, and it was discovered that she had left the necklace for Y/N, she had sobbed for hours. When they had arrived at Singapore, she had seen a necklace exactly like the one her grandma had worn, but she hadn’t had the time to go and buy it. But here it was, the same necklace, in all its glory, shining softly against the purple velvet cushion in the box. Too overwhelmed to say anything, she stood back up and buried her face in his neck, tears rolling down her cheeks. Unknown to the two of them, the camera crew called cut, and the clip was uploaded to the RedBullRacingHonda instagram page.
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@RedBullRacingHonda - an emotional day at the office for @maxverstappen and @y/n/l/n 🥺 we need a relationship like theirs in our lives
@maxverstappenfans22- okay they’re definitely dating !
@f1rulesallthesports- how sweet of max! And how sweet of Y/N
@maxverstappen - anything for my girl ❤
@maxverstappenandynln- ‘my girl’ I’m soft 🥺
@Y/N/L/N - thanks @maxverstappen ❤ you’re the best
@ Y/n/l/nisaqueen- such sweethearts! I hope they’re dating
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Back in his hotel room, Max was pulling on his tie for the FIA Christmas Gala that was supposed to take place in half an hour. Y/N was in the bathroom, getting ready herself, when a slight “oof” caught his attention. “You okay back there?” He asked, looking towards the bathroom door. “Umm, I may need your help here” a soft voice replied. “Okay I’m coming in and my eyes are closed” “okay”
“I’m opening my eyes now”
“Okay”
“-wow”
Blushing furiously, you turned towards the wall so your back was facing him, and he could see the problem. “Its the zip. I can’t close it” “oh, umm, I can help you with it” “thats why I called you, Sherlock. Now please zip me up”
Walking forward Max could feel hid palms getting sweaty. The dress you were wearing was a dark orange, and covered in shimmer. It was very figure hugging, and clung tightly onto your very well toned figure. His gaze traveled from the back of your neck, to your back, and lingered on your ass for a second longer than necessary, before traveling down to your legs.
“Right, um the zip” “yes. The zip”
He reached towards the tiny zip, hand brushing your back in the process, causing goosebumps to break onto the surface of your skin, and a soft shiver to run down your spine. “Sorry” “It’s okay” He pulled the zip higher, hand moving to brush your hair out of the way, as he pretended not to hear the sharp intake of air from your end. Finally he pulled the zip all the way up, but his hands still lingered on your back. “I-um, thank you” you managed to say, voice soft, and on the edge of breaking. “You’re welcome”
For a minute, you stood like that, until you turned, and he took a step towards you, so your body was locked in between the mirror and his body. His breath was warm, and inches away from your lips, and his eyes kept flickering from your lips to your eyes. The tension in the room thickened, up to a point where the mirror behind you began to cloud up. When it reached a peak, you leaned forward, firmly pressing your lips onto his, and it was like turning on a switch to his animalistic side.
In an instant, his hands were all over, feeling your back, and reaching down to give your ass a sharp squeeze, causing a moan to slip past your lips. The moment your mouth opened, his tongue was slipping past your lips, while your hands reached down to unbuckle his belt.
His hand slid up to the zip once again, but this time, he pulled in down, shoving your dress down in the process, as you unbuckled his belt and threw it down onto the floor. His eyes looked up into your heavily hooded ones, and when he spoke, his voice was octaves lower and rougher" Christian is going to be mad. But it looks like we’re going to be late"
~♡~