#3311

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GG: clone babies can barely even fit on that thing! […] GA: I Didnt Mean To Suggest Your Breeding Duties Involved Cloning Humans […] GG: then what is the objective? GG: what am i breeding???? GA: Frogs

...I was a fool to expect anything different.

Alright, then. We can assume that Kanaya was doing the same thing, which implies that the existence of frogs in a universe is essential. Maybe they're Bilious Slick's signature, and their presence in a universe causes it to spawn Sburb sessions?

I don't know, I'm just spitballin' at this point. We've got to be getting some answers about this soon, right?

GG: dave just has a lot of funny stuff to say about all this GA: What Is He Saying […] -- gardenGnostic [GG] sent grimAuxiliatrix [GA] the file "daveisafunnyguy.txt" -- GA: Okay Im Laughing Pretty Hard At All That

Kanaya’s fairly stoic, so if Dave’s ramblings have her laughing, he must be on fire here – but we've seen this tease before. We won't be seeing daveisafunnyguy.txt until later, probably in a flashback.

The Appearifier has joined the list of Sburb deployables – and thus, a lot of potential shenanigans have just been placed on the table. We’re one step closer to my Earth revival plan, for one thing.

GG: on no, is it trapped in ice? GA: I Would Conjecture That Most Of Them Are GA: And Will Stay That Way Until The Forge Is Brought To Life GA: I Think The Event Is Designed To Trigger Drastic Planetary Upheaval Wherever The Forge Is Stationed

This means that Kanaya’s Land was altered by the Forge as well, but I'm pretty sure we only saw LORAF before it was lit. Jade's Forge is supposed to melt her planet’s ice, so maybe Kanaya’s evaporated her oceans.

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THE RESULTS IN THE GRAND PRIX has got him so riled up. max is frustrated with his position, checo isn't even in the race by the last few laps, and the media is out for him. he needs something to calm him down

TAGS . . . # semi-public sex, brat max verstappen, needy max verstappen, demanding max verstappen, light dom/sub, top sergio perez, bottom max verstappen WORD COUNT. . . # 1.6k

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It's not fair. Max is doing good–he knows he’s doing good. Yet, at the same time, the car is not doing anything fucking good. So what happens is that he is bordering in P10, losing his fucking life on the turns and needs to battle Williams for a place. All the while Checo gets taken out at the last few laps.

The entire thing is stupid, it’s unfair.He wants to act calm, to at least look calm, but he is fuming with rage right now. Right now, the least he needs is the media twisting his words and actions again to something more extreme. He calms himself. He’s well and collected. 

But once not a single lens is even in his direction and he’s in Checo’s room, he fucking loses it all.

He doesn’t give the man anything to say. He pushes him to his couch and their lips lock. Checo tries to say something, but he refuses to let him up.

Between kisses, Max is panting hard as he undresses the rest of his suit. It’s forgotten and completely dismissed. 

Checo still needs to be undressed. Pulling away, he moves his lips down to unzip his suit with his teeth.

“Max,” he groans, “what are you doing?”

Max huffs as he uses his hands to push the man’s fireproof down. “I need something.”

“Come on…” Checo sighs, nthough not pushing Max away when he pulls out his cock.

It’s rushed, it's messy. Max doesn’t want to hear anymore complaints when he wraps his lips around Checo’s cock.

“Fuck,” Checo groans, hips jittering a little into Max’s mouth. He breathes out, eyes unwavering to his lips wrapped around to the base of his cock. Max drools, swallowing around as much as he can.

With Max guiding him, Checo’s hands come to pet his head. Checo’s rough fingers don’t tug at Max’s hair, rather they softly tangle itself in it, making its way to the short strands and to keep it there.

To Checo’s confusion, Max doesn’t move. He doesn’t really do anything, in fact. Max only spreads his legs more on the floor, relaxing his legs apart so he can kneel comfortably. His cheek is pressed against Checo’s thigh, finding comfort in the heat and the intimacy of it.

Checo isn’t really surprised. He hums, leaning back so that he can get comfortable.  “Max,” he coles, placing one hand on his cheek now. “You’ll get a better race, they will fix it.”

Max acts like he’s not responding, but he hears everything. It gets Checo to only dote on him more.

“Is that why you want me like this?” he asks, “You want me to make you feel better?”

That gets him to moan.

“Okay,” says Checo, “I’ll stay like this, okay? But I want you to move up later, I wanna see your face.”

That gets Max to blush. He doesn’t say anything in return but pushes his head to nose at Checo’s pubes. Both of Checo’s hands hold either side of his face, keeping it still while Max noses at his hair. The small notion gets him to relax a little more, passing off the growing discomfort from sitting like this.

Staying like this is calming. The dullness of being on your knees, of letting someone be so close to you without even giving anything in particular. Max is so calm right now he could almost forget about—

He tongues at Checo’s cock and tries to bury his head deeper, getting the thoughts to leave his head. Checo pets him like he knows what he just did.

Tugging on his hair, Checo gets his attention, “None of that, Max. You want to stay still, right?”

Max doesn’t respond. Checo calls him a good boy under his breath.

It takes moments for Max to do anything again. His brain is completely mush as he kneels. He’s not even sure what time it is and he’s almost worried if anyone’s going to come and find them.

Without saying anything, Checo pulls his head off. He whines. “Checo—”

“Max, come on, we need to go soon.”

“I don’t care,” he whines, leaning over him and practically humping his leg. “Checo, I fucking want you right now and I was enjoying it..!”

“I know,” he sighs, caressing his face. “On the jet, okay? I can take a ride with you to Monaco and I’ll just take another jet back to Mexico, okay?”

It bothers Max a little that he’s making Checo go two flights insead of one. But whatever. He suggested it first anyways.

He’s pulled onto his legs and forced to come outside, acting like nothing is wrong. There are way less people here now so it doesn’t really matter to him if anyone sees him cling onto Checo.

On the jet, he asks for them to be left alone. The stewardess leaves without question.

Checo sits on the couch and Max climbs on top of them. Their jeans get discarded quickly, not even worn properly out of pure impatience. Or at least Max wasn’t, as his was unzipped while Checo was tidier than him.

When he gets the both of them stripped down, he’s reaching for the lube in the jet. Checo knows already that Max stocks up every flight. Max is keen to let it be warmed properly, so Checo doesn’t complain when he just pours it on top of his hardening cock.

“You gonna stretch yourself?” Checo asks, not getting a response when Max silently strokes him. “Okay,” he smiles.

Positioning himself on top, Max slowly takes Checo inch by inch. It’s satisfying, in a way. Checo isn’t even fully hard yet and he still feels so fucking good inside of him. He moans. The feel of Checo’s half hard cock growing inside of him feels so good.

He doesn’t move anymore, simply embracing Checo in his arms as he sits on his lap.

There’s a strong sense of dominance that comes out of Checo. Because when Max is pliable like this, Checo spoils Max in affection.

With one hand on Max’s hip, Checo strokes his back with the other. “Good boy,” he moans. “You feel good like that? Feels nice?”

Max whimpers, pressing his face against Checo’s neck instead to muffle his moans. Checo continues to whisper into his ear, “My good boy, just taking me like this. So sweet for me, so good.

“Fuck, Max,” he moves in his seat a little, rubbing against Max’s insides as he does so. “Don’t be stressed, okay? We can do better next time. I know you. I know that you’re so good, my boy.”

“Checo…” he moans, grinding down on Checo’s lap a little. His cock is trapped between their clothes chests, teasing against the fabric. “Stop saying—fuck—stop saying that.”

“Saying what?” he asks, shifting his hips a little. “Max, I’m not going to stop you. You’re never gonna make me say no.”

“Checo,” drawls out, panting a little as he humps Checo’s chest. “You’re so fucking good. Don’t—ugh, you’re so…”

He can’t find his words. Max is lost on himself as he moves a little, wanting to get just a bit more friction to cum. As much as he wants to stay still, Checo is petting him and calling him all these cute fucking names while he’s getting desperate for his cock.

“Ngh, yeah,” he moans, pressing down on Checo’s lap and getting him to groan, “yeah… I want you like this, Checo.”

“And you have me, Max,” he whispers, pressing kisses on his cheek. “Take all you want.”

Max doesn’t even hide anything anymore. He stops sitting idle and starts riding Checo. His little moans come out with each thrust, rutting against Checo’s shirt with his neglected cock.

His legs close around Checo’s waist. He whines in his ears and bites on the skin, stifling as he cums all over their shirts. He’s not so sure if Checo cums yet, so he rides him properly. Pulling out until only the tip is left, and slamming back down just to hear Checo let out a pained moan.

“Max—” he moans, holding his hips a bit too tight. “You’re going to push yourself.”

“No!” he says, pushing his hands off him. “Let me make you cum, please, just cum inside of me!”

He cries a little as he feels his prostate getting abused as his oversensitive cock is twitching. Checo is letting him do whatever he wants. He’s just letting Max act like some sort of fleshlight to satisfy Checo’s needs.

With each passing moment, Max feels like he’s going to cum again. He’s crying on Checo’s cock now, feeling his cock twitch uselessly on his stomach. “Checo,” he moans, “Checo!”

It doesn’t take long for him to cum inside of Max. After that, Max stills, using his hand to pump himself quickly to cum again on his wet shirt.

Checo sighs as Max pulls out, the cum dribblings down to his thighs. “Tissues.”

Everything in Max is used as he reaches for the tissues on the table. Wet tissues, of course. It’s not like Max was fully unprepared for this.

It’s Checo who wipes the both of them over, letting Max just slump against his body to rest. “Next time,” he starts, “if you want to be comforted, maybe don’t do it when we’re in public.”

“It doesn’t seem to matter at all.”

“GP walked into the room and you didn’t even notice.”

Oh. Fuck. Max blushes and hits Checo in the chest, complaining about how he didn’t even fucking warn him. Checo doesn’t even say anything to defend himself.

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . may have went a bit crazy on this one . if it feels like there's sergio perez was about to be called daddy in this fic at any point, know that i was going to actually write that in . idk why i didn't . ˎˊ˗ ᝰ. ──── 📨 @delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @tribbisweetdear @jamie2305 @yunnie-f1 @mv1simp

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I will never get tired of writing chewis and including queerplatonic chestappen. It is such a powerful dynamic that truly makes my brain worms go wild.

Checo and Lewis being disgustingly in love with each other while Max bullies these loser old men who are always sending each other heart eyes (he's secretly their #1 fan but would rather die than admit it).

Max being extremely protective of Checo because that's his teammate and he'll be damned if anyone hurts or upsets him. He has threatened Lewis repeatedly over if he ever breaks Checo's heart. The first couple of times Lewis was mildly offended that Max thought he would ever hurt Checo but later he was just impressed and endeared that the Mexican has someone who will fight tooth and nail for him.

What Lewis doesn't know is that Max will also fight tooth and nail for him as well because that's his rival and only HE can bully Lewis like that (and he has 100% gotten into fistfights over it).

Lewis watching from afar as this Dutch gremlin snuggles up to his boyfriend insert my boyfriend's boyfriend meme here and just sighs tiredly, resigned to his fate. (He's secretly fond of Max but would also rather die than admit it!) He's just kind of accepted that Max will always be there and eventually gets used to it to the point where he starts spoiling Max too. Whenever he sees something that reminds him of Max or he thinks the Dutchman would like, he gets it for him and just tosses it at his face. Max hisses and scowls at him like a feral cat every single time but accepts the gifts nonetheless.

Both of them constantly bickering with each other as they spoil Checo. Max makes it a competition and tries to piss off Lewis; Lewis knows Max does it to piss him off and absolutely refuses to let him win.

Checo watches these shenanigans from afar and is just, absolutely endeared by these WDCs who are always fighting for his affection. He loves these losers so, so much and would burn down the world for them. Despite their antics and posturing, Checo is the fiercest and most protective of the three, but people fail to see it because he's always so calm and a mediator between these two bold and tenacious personalities.

But the second that anybody dares to talk badly about Lewis and/or Max or about his relationships with them though? Someone will get torn to fucking shreds.

AND AND AND the best part is that this very same dynamic can easily be transferred to Lewcostappen but the intensity just gets dialed up by like a thousand, and it's definitely a sight to see.

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Land Ho!

© Manoel T, 2022

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CELEBRATING IN STYLE

It’s a dominant 1-2 for Redbull.

Celebrating under lights and fireworks of Bahrein International Circuit

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Tags: Checo/Max, Cheating, Fluff and Smut

WC: 1,454

Sergio and Max love blowing off steam with each other after races.

It starts off as a way for Sergio to get his frustrations out about Max beating him, but it snowballs into something of a monster.

Even though Sergio found himself bent over for Max most of their race weeks together, he had never intended for it to be more than just getting off. He had a family, after all, he couldn’t let it be more than that.

Sergio is pressed against a wall in his driver room, his legs wrapped around Max’s waist and arms around his neck, getting fucked into with little care for his own well-being when he realizes they’d gone too far.

Sergio can’t help the soft, strained noises that spill from his lips, the intense pleasure shooting up his spine with every thrust making his brain feel like mush. All he can think about is how good Max makes him feel, how much he loves being in this exact position, and how he wishes this was all they did. The thought scares him; he knows it’s bad that he’s grown so fond of this. But then, as if Max could read his mind, the younger man kisses him slowly, not at all like the rough thrust of his hips.

The kiss silences all of Sergio’s thoughts and makes one thing clear: his feelings are more serious than he’d ever intended them to get. It doesn’t help that Max looks at him with a heat in his gaze that makes Sergio shiver, like he’d devour him whole if he could.

They’re on a break when any of it is spoken about.

The two drivers are in Milton Keynes to meet with their team before their next race, and of course, without fail, Max asks Sergio if he’d like to spend the day with him while they’re there. The meeting was early in the morning and shorter than expected, so they have the whole day to do what they pleased.

Sergio usually never accepted any of Max’s advances that were outside of them being naked and tangled together, but it’s the way he asks that gets Sergio to say yes, the coy smile and soft tone of his voice that is simply irresistible to him.

They go eat first, they do some shopping, they get stopped by some fans for pictures and autographs, it’s simple, but Sergio likes spending time with Max. He can’t even find it in himself to be upset at him for anything anymore. It’s all their relationship hinged on, the fact that there was a sense of rivalry and anger and maybe even some hatred. Now, for Sergio, most of those negative feelings were gone.

They end up back at their hotel late in the afternoon. Sergio is ready to spend the rest of his night bemoaning how terrible the situation is, but Max doesn’t let him have a second to himself. He offers to come join Sergio in his room and makes up some lie about how he wanted to talk about their race strategies for the weekend, and Sergio can see right through it. He knows what Max wants.

The issue is that there’s no reason they should be doing anything at the moment. Nothing has happened to spike their hatred for each other, there was no incident that needed to be righted by being balls deep inside of him. Sergio knew that once they crossed this line and started fucking just to fuck, there’d be no way he could get over his laborious feelings for Max.

Max speaks because Sergio hesitates, and he knows exactly what he’s thinking. He knows because he’s been having the same mental battle and had already come to terms with the fact that his feelings weren’t going to go away, whether they stopped messing around or not.

“Please?” Max says softly, sweet and mellifluous.

That’s all it takes for Sergio to let himself be pinned down onto his bed with Max riding him like there was no tomorrow. Max is really good at this kind of thing, knows how to move his hips just so and how to play it up for Sergio.

Sergio’s grip is bruising on Max’s thighs, watching every movement with a sort of adoration he only reserved for his wife, a thought that makes him sick. It makes him grip harder at the plush flesh, letting his head fall back and a moan slip from his lips.

Max is being a bit of a whore as he moves his hips in figure eights, sweaty with his efforts, letting out sweet, wanton mewls. His gaze is trained on Sergio, watching all the ways his face contorts and how he stares back. Max took a while to understand what he felt when he looked at him, but he knew now as he bounced up and down in his lap.

“I love you,” Max sighed, so suddenly he even surprised himself. He couldn’t help it anymore, he needed Sergio to know the extent of his feelings before everything got away from them.

Sergio’s eyes widened at Max’s easy admittance. He should be a good man and throw Max off, leave him there and never speak to him again, but it just isn’t what he wants. He could never imagine doing such a thing to Max, someone he used to resent so much yet now felt like he couldn’t live without.

“I love you,” Sergio says in return, without a second of hesitation. The older man sits up and kisses Max deeply, never wanting to pull away, never wanting to do anything but kiss him and fuck him and love him.

Max spends the night in his room and they try to talk things out about what their feelings mean. Sergio has no idea what he’s going to do or how to navigate any of it. He’s never even been with a man before Max, he has no clue how anyone would react to him being with one.

Max knows he can’t expect Sergio to drop everything for him, especially not when he has a family to take care of. Max reassures Sergio that he’ll wait if he has to, that he’d go at Sergio’s pace. He was just happy to know he felt the same.

It isn’t easy, telling his wife the truth. Sergio never thought he would have the capacity to cheat, let alone end things with her. She doesn’t take it well at first and it’s expected. Sergio feels horrible for the damage he’s done.

It gets better. It always does when Max is around.

Several months pass and Sergio and Max keep it all quiet between them, even if things had gotten more serious. Sergio lets Max meet his kids and he’s certain he falls in love all over again watching how good Max is with them.

Max surprises him one night, months after, while they’re on a long break from racing. They’re in Mexico, preferring the warmer weather to vacation. They’re at home having a party of sorts, just with their closest family and friends. Max pulls Sergio out of the backyard and into the house, leading him to one of the guest rooms so they could have privacy.

“I wanted this to be a little more spectacular, but I know you don’t like that kind of stuff,” Max starts, just a bit tipsy from the beers Sergio’s father had brought him throughout the night. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a small, black, velvet box. He doesn’t kneel because he knows he doesn’t have to, Sergio was lowkey, he didn’t need the theatrics to be impressed.

“I should’ve asked you the night I told you that I loved you.” Max opens the box to reveal a simple, gold band inside. There’s an etching on the inside of the band, the date of their confession. It was cheesy, but Max loved this kind of thing. Even if he couldn’t be elaborate about it, he still wanted to add a special touch.

Sergio doesn’t let Max finish before he’s embracing him tightly and kissing him fervently, tears welling in his eyes as he tries to hold all his emotions back. “Are you crazy?” Sergio cries softly, pulling away and looking down at the ring, watching Max take it out and gingerly slip it onto his ring finger. “It’s beautiful, Max,” he gushes, hugging Max even tighter this time, not daring to let go. “Te amo tanto, mi corazón.”

It’s hard to say if it was destiny, or just a genuine connection— either way, Sergio and Max were certain they were meant to be together.

Nothing is sweeter than being able to do just that.

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doodle

Love their height difference.

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#3311 ＠ 埼玉県秩父市三峰

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3311 Chicago, IL 01/24/2023

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The Hydra Cluster, Abell 1060 // Chris DeCosta

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