#Leather Racing Suits

[marlengo]

Sniff it!

Young german rider.

[alphaleathergearhead]

[daddydicktampa]

[brakingpoint]

after the weekend he's had if i was max günther i'd be getting out of the car and immediately starting predrinks for berghain

[dilf-in-peril]

26 year old Tony Schiavone looking like he's 15 going on 16.

[bluehardtops]

So you know how the MotoGP race suits are made out of a combination of leather?

Here's a thought, any and/or all of the F1 people in the leather racing suit.

James Vowles? Leather racing suit.

Bono? Leather racing suit.

Mike Sansoni? Leather racing suit.

Shov? Leather racing suit.

Just imagine it 👍

[boanerges20]

Tadahiko Taira

[solarixxproject]

Exploring the woods in gear. Again.

[marlengo]

Sniff it!

while the young German motorcyclist from the Lower Rhine pumps the trailer in 35 degree temperatures.

[alphaleathergearhead]

[leathercollectionus]

Marc Marquez Replica Motorcycle Road Racing Leathers

Replica Motorcycle Road Racing Leathers. Marc Marquez wore such a suit in the MotoGP winter test 2022 and 2023 with the official Honda team. These marquez leathers have CE-approved safety to provide absolute safety on track or off track

Marc Marquez Replica Motorcycle Road Racing Leathers

[racinova]

[no-144444]

2 hands-l.norris

summary: your stunt-driver pulled out the day before the shoot, good thing you're dating an f1 driver.

pairing: lando norris x fem! singer! reader

a/n: I, like everyone else, was convinced he'd be in the music video, but alas, no. so here's this to hopefully make up for that :)

kind of smut so 18+

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“Fuck,” you groaned, flinging yourself onto your bed. 

“You alright baby?” Lando asked, putting his phone down and looking at you. He very much appreciated the sight in front of him, his girlfriend in nothing but tiny sleep shorts and an old quadrant hoodie. He smiled as you crawled into bed with him. 

“The stunt driver for the shoot tomorrow just cancelled,” you frowned, cuddling up to his side. “We’ll have to reschedule, so then the release date of the song will be pushed back, and the release of the tour dates, and-”

“I can do it,” he offered. 

You snapped your head to look at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “What kind of car is it?”

“A McLaren,” you nodded and he smiled. “This is genius, and we don’t even have to show your face so it won’t reveal anything-”

“We could show my face and just tell people we’re together,” he shrugged, pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. “It has been 2 years, and this song is about me,” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes but nodded all the same. “I have an idea! Let me call the director!” you smiled, jumping off his lap as he frowned at the loss of contact. You quickly ran into your office to start making plans for the next day, excited at your new idea. 

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You had entirely rewritten the script for the video, but everyone was much more into the new version, so no one was that upset. Also, everyone was ecstatic that you’d finally decided to include Lando in a video, finally showing the public that you two were together. 

The first scene you two had to film was in the car dealership where you were buying a McLaren. You were wearing a simple but pretty dress with a black leather racing jacket. You caught Lando’s eye as he was reading over the script and he smirked, smacking your ass as you went by. You chuckled and hit his hand back, effectively shooing him away so you could get to your spot.

When you got to your spot, the cameras rolled and the director shouted action, and off you went. 

“So what’re you looking for?” Max F, the ‘actor’ playing the car salesman, smirked. Yes, you’d gotten Max in on it too.

“Something fast.” 

The camera flashed between the two of you, then to the orange McLaren behind you. 

“I’ll need a test drive,” you smirked, and the camera panned to Lando, clad in a beautiful purple and orange racing suit tied around his waist, a shirt with the car dealerships logo on it, and a smirk on his face. He jingled the keys and the intro to the song started playing, then they cut. 

“Perfect!” Kyle, the director, shouted. “We’ll get it from a few more angles, then move on.”

Next was a shot of the two of you in the car, Lando wearing sunglasses as he drove through the LA streets as you lip synced to the first verse of the song, the angles changing every few words. After shooting that a couple of times, you two got a break. 

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“You look fucking incredible,” he muttered, pressing kiss after kiss along your next as you two sat in your trailer.  “So fucking sexy.”

You chuckled,slightly pushing him off of you. “Calm down, Megan will kill me if I have any more ‘accidents’ to cover up.”

He shook his head, watching you as you got up. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled. “So smart too.”

“Well, thank you baby,” you smiled. “Ready to take your shirt off?” 

He chuckled. “Oh yeah.”

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The next scene was pretty risque, it was the two of you in a motel bed ‘making out’ as you sang the chorus, his ‘2 hands’ all over you. On top of that, his hands were covered in lipstick kisses as well as the majority of his neck and chest, which you happily did. You’d both gone through a costume change, now you were wearing a black lacy bra and he was wearing no shirt, the both of you looking stunning (and slightly funny considering the fact that you were both just wearing sweats under the covers). 

“T-5 to action,” Kyle shouted, counting you two in. 

He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck as you lip-synced the song to the camera over his shoulder, a sultry look in your eyes as you embodied the lyrics, grinding down on him slightly. After shooting it from a few different angles, you and the team called it a day, ready to come back tomorrow and finish it up. 

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Lando all but threw you on the bed when you got home that night, insatiable after a day of being teased. 

You giggled as he pulled your pants off, pressing kisses up your legs as he unclothed himself, muttering the whole way up to your lips. “So fuckin’ perfect baby,” he grunted. “Teasin’ me all day,” he bit into your shoulder and you moaned, making him smirk. “Such a bad girl.”

“You love it,” you smirked, wrapping your hands around his forearms and flipping the position so that you were straddling him, holding his arms to the bed. “You fucking loved it today.”

“Damn right I did,” he smirked. You let go of his hands to pull off your final item of clothing (your shirt) and his hands immediately went to caressing your thighs. His eyes grew wide as he watched you pull your shirt off, and you knew it would be a long night, but you weren’t complaining. 

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When you got to set the next day, you had an apologetic look on your face as Megan frowned, seeing the next hickeys on your neck.

“Is he a fucking vampire or something?” she scoffed, getting to work on covering them up. 

“Y’know what, don’t cover them,” Kyle interjected. “It makes sense with the video for her to have them.”

“Thanks Kyle,” Lando smiled, feeling like he was on his side. You laughed when Kyle rolled his eyes at him. 

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The next scene was just shots of the car driving through the LA streets, which Lando perfectly executed. He seemed to really be enjoying himself and the shots of the car were perfect, so you moved on to the next scene, which was you two at a gas station, dancing to the song as you lip-synced. It wasn’t difficult choreography by any means (Or else Lando wouldn’t have been able to do it), but it was a bit raunchy. Mostly just you dancing on his as he smirked or you pulling him closer and almost kissing him, but then just turning back to the camera and singing the next lyric. You were wearing the car dealership shirt with tiny shorts, and he was wearing a new collection quadrant hoodie and a pair of black jeans. 

You watched as he looked you up and down while everyone else was resetting the shot to film again because Lando ended up laughing. 

“Like what you see?” you smirked. 

“More than you know,” he smiled, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was hot and heavy with a promise of something more beneath, it made you excited for the rest of the day. 

After refilming that a couple of times, you moved onto one of the last shots of the video, you just lip-syncing the words as you sat on top of the car, Lando in various different positions. One of him pumping the gas, one of him opening the door for you, one of him in the driver's seat, one of him beside you on the hood of the car, another of the two of you making out against the door. Moving on from that, Lando went off to film some more of the car scene while you stayed back and filmed the dance break of the song. Those were the last things that needed filming, so you all wrapped up and thanked the crew, going back home after a gruelling day to get fucked by your hot boyfriend. 

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The video came out and fans went wild. They edited it, they started fanpages, they stalked your socials, and everything in between. You both decided to make a post.

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yourusername and landonorris

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, yourusername and 8,029,238 others

yourusername: 2 hands out now.

comments

landonorris: y r u so hot??? -> yourusername: idk come cool me down -> landonorris: RUNNING

mclaren: stream 2 hands for win in LV🧡🧡🧡

user83: BI PANIC WTF

user29: THE BED SCENE HELLO????

carlossainz: lando is no longer a little boy? -> yourusername: bro was never 'little' -> user21: WTF WTF WTF WTF

user6: MY OTP

user33: My ship is alive!!!!!!!

user74: ewww a vroom vroom guy??

user46: no way lando no- rizz bagged THE Y/N Y/L/N -> yourusername: it's a sad truth... -> oscarpiastri: @.landonorris you're going to take that? -> landonorris: yes. look at her. -> landonorris: actually don't. don't look at her. she's mine

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[plethorawrites]

Thinking about Jason Todd and his bike...

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who crashed his bike so hard he couldn't even get it back to the batcave to fix it himself and had to stop at the closest mechanics shop he saw.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who asked for the best mechanic—since they refused to let him work on his own bike— and had someone point to you, the perky, grease covered, petite mechanic who looked like you could barely even lift the hood of a car.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who watched dubiously as you fixed his bike, not because he doubted you, but because he was insanely protective of his bike and hated letting anyone, even his family touch it.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who listened to you spew random facts about his bike as if he wouldn't know them, but secretly found himself intrigued every time you mentioned the rarity of a part or complimented one of his custom upgrades.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who came by again the next time he got into a wreck, even though this time he could have driven it home without problem, just to satisfy his own curiosity about you.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who laughs off your jokes about him breaking his bike on purpose to see you, even though that's exactly what he's started doing, claiming there's a weird sound you need to findbwhen there was in fact no sound at all and he just liked watching you run your hands over his bike.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who eventually, after weeks of this, asks you to go for a ride with him so he could see you ride and enjoys the entire afternoon, racing you through the streets and then out of town where you two stay until it gets dark and you can see the stars away from all the bustling traffic.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who shows up whenever he wants, watching you work, either silently or while yammering on in mindless conversation with you, dodging every grease covered rag you throw at him.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who is absolutely obsessed with the sight of you covered in dirt and grease, wearing leather, but practically starts to drool when you finally let him take you on a dinner date and show up in a red dress/suit , with your calloused fingers painted to match.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who loves racing you as much as he loves having you on his bike, holding onto him tightly, even though he knows you aren't scared when he takes tight turns or drives a bit—20 miles—over the speed limit.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who gets hell from you whenever he actually accidentally crashes, the way he did the day you met, not only for ruining your hard work on it, but because you're worried he'll be hurt.

Motorcycle Jason Todd: Who pulls you towards him, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he rests your forehead against his, promising you that he's fine before kissing you.

[marlengo]

Sniff it!

German straight riders from rheinland.