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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 1 - Coming Untouched
Pairing: Daniel/George
WC: 2205
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George makes a face at himself as he stands in his bathroom, watching himself in the mirror. He’s damp, water droplets all over his torso and fringe smoothed down over his forehead, eyelashes even more prominent than usual. His mind races as his eyes smooth across the lines of muscle accentuated by the wetness, the smoothness of his chest that he wishes was bulkier. Everything is wrong, he tells himself. Nothing’s ever good enough, never in place.
It was common for him to do this, just stare, just to pick himself apart. It was hard not to measure himself up against others, especially not in his line of work. If you weren’t comparing yourself, then you weren’t in it to win. George has hardened himself to the comparisons to other drivers. He liked seeing the numbers, the lap times and the minuscule improvements that won races. That made sense; of course he wanted to compare himself, if not to win everything he could.
George had only ever felt worthy when he was in his car. Nothing mattered when he flew around a track and wowed everyone around, even better when Lewis or Toto would clap him on the back and congratulate him in earnest, praising him for his performance. It’s embarrassing, actually, how worked up he feels when someone acknowledges his efforts, how good it feels.
He supposed that is why he and Daniel work so well.
It’s new, him and Daniel, whatever they were. It’s easy, too, no expectations or strings to get tangled in. Well, for now, George reminds himself, because he knows how he gets. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach when he thinks of him, a sense of longing. George catches himself thinking of fluffy curls and that pearly white grin more times than not.
Daniel is a giver. They’d had a lengthy talk about love languages once, how Daniel loves to give gifts and loves to praise, likes to make people feel good in any way he can. It took George by surprise at first, how sincere Daniel is, how often he feels the need to say something to make George’s heart flutter.
George hears the water turn off in the shower and he smiles softly, finally breaking eye contact with himself so he can look at Daniel as he steps out, dripping and pink from the hot water.
“How are you not freezing?” Daniel smiles and grabs a towel from the rack, ignoring his own need to dry off to instead wrap George in the large, fluffy towel, all while wrapping his arms around him as well. Daniel was the perfect height to rest his chin on George’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck and looking at him through the mirror.
George chuckles as he’s pulled into Daniel’s arms and wrapped in his warmth, the towel soft against his skin. He forgets everything he was thinking about before, all his woes and insecurities, his thoughts now filled with Daniel. He stares back, looking at Daniel adoringly and gently biting his lip when he kissed his neck. “You should push your flight,” George says softly, suddenly, watching Daniel’s expression in the mirror.
Daniel’s smile never leaves his face, raising a brow in question. “Why?” He asks simply, though he has a feeling he knows why George wants him to stay.
“Because,” George starts and gently pushes Daniel’s arms from his waist, dragging the towel off of him and throwing it near the hamper in the corner. George makes sure to bend himself over the sink counter slowly, pressing himself into the cold granite and looking back over his shoulder to see Daniel’s reaction. He arches his back a little, just so his ass sticks out a little more, inviting the older man in. George was still stretched from this morning, his entrance puffy and waiting to be filled once more. “You’ve got more important things to attend to.” George purred.
Daniel’s eyes trail all of the way from George’s face, down his back, settling on the curve of his ass. Daniel can’t help but put his hands on George’s hips, gently rubbing the skin there, admiring all that George had to offer. “I do,” he agreed without hesitation. “You make it so hard to leave,” he sighed, smoothing his hand up his spine.
George feels himself get goosebumps as Daniel speaks, his heart clenching at his words. “Imagine how I feel,” he giggled. “You could just take me with you. I’m sure there’s room on that jet of yours,” he teased, reaching behind him to grab Daniel’s wrist, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. George wrapped his lips around two of his fingers, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around them, gaze never leaving Daniel’s face. Once George was happy with the wetness, he pulled off with a pop, swiping his tongue across his cherry-red lips.
“I can’t,” Daniel huffed, barely able to form the words as he was entranced by the effortless way George moved, sucked, the way he knew exactly what to do. “Christian’s on this flight too,” he murmured and leaned forward, letting his lips work over George’s shoulder as he rubbed his slick fingers over his entrance, pressing into him gently.
George gave way to the intrusion with ease, mewling and pushing his hips back even more. “So?” He gasped, eyes closed so he could enjoy the wonderful feeling of Daniel fingering him while his lips sucked hickies onto the side of his neck. He knew he didn’t really need to be stretched, but it was habit, almost a necessity, to feel Daniel’s fingers inside of him. “I’ll be good, I promise,” he purred, making a noise when Daniel pulled his fingers out.
Daniel was thankful they were in the bathroom, because all he had to do was open the drawer beside George’s hip to grab their bottle of lube. “I know you will, you little charmer,” Daniel joked and poured some right over George’s entrance, admiring the way the muscle fluttered in reaction to the cold liquid. “You’re, like, the poster boy for perfect boyfriends,” Daniel laughed and poured some more over his dick, steadily stroking himself to spread it around.
George knew his whole body was probably beet red, his face buried in his arms as Daniel got him ready. That was too much at once, Daniel calling him perfect, and implying that he was the perfect boyfriend, at that. There was that feeling again, that warm rush of adrenaline that he only felt while staring at the stoplights before the start of a race, the feeling that always assured him of what he loved. “Boyfriend?” George squeaked, gripping the edge of the counter as Daniel slid into him in one, languid thrust, bottoming out in seconds. His knees shook just for a moment as he got his bearings, breathing harshly. “A-Am I your-“ George tried to ask, inclined to pause as Daniel’s hips drew back, before snapping forward, making his breaths come out ragged. “I’m your-“
“Shh,” Daniel hushed and leaned over him again, kissing George’s lips, finally, deep and wet, tongues sliding against each other as he fucked into George with long, firm thrusts. “You are my boyfriend,” Daniel clarified. His tone was even, calm, just barely playful. “My beautiful, tall, supermodel of a boyfriend,” Daniel said against his lips, pulling away so he could look at where they were connected, in love with the visual of himself sliding in and out of George, with the way George stretched to accommodate the girth.
George wanted to do nothing more than to deny everything Daniel said, to insist that he was far from perfect and undeserving of the comparison to a model, but it was hard when Daniel’s cock seemed to jab at his sweet spot just right; all of his brain function was being occupied by the overload of pleasure. The noises he was letting out were reflective of that, whiny moans and soft keens for more, for him to never stop, to keep going. He’d never felt like this before, so sure of how much he wanted Daniel and how much he wanted to be with him.
Daniel gripped George’s hips even tighter, forcing the lithe body beneath him back onto his cock as he thrusted forward. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “So fuckin’ tight for me,” Daniel continued, knowing George was particularly fond of his dirty talk. “If I asked you to sit on my cock while Christian has his back turned, would you?” Daniel asked lowly, voice gravely with lust. “Would you get on your knees and suck me off, let me come on your face while he’s not looking?”
George couldn’t help how pathetic he sounded as high-pitched noises escaped his mouth, so worked up that the coil in his belly already felt as tight as it could get, like he could burst into flames with the feeling of Daniel fucking into him like he was. “I would, I would,” he babbled and squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying with all his strength to hold off his orgasm, to no avail. “I don’t care what he thinks, just want you,” he pleaded, reaching back to hold onto one of Daniel’s wrists, needing something stable to hold onto. “Danny, I can’t- I’m gonna-“ he whined.
“I know you can hold it, sweetheart,” Daniel cooed, yet didn’t do anything to slow down his pace or ease up on the harshness of his thrusts, willing George to hold off. In reality, Daniel loved how sensitive George was and never minded how excited he could get, how fast he could make him come if he really tried.
George shook his head frantically and dug his nails into Daniel’s flesh, knowing it was already too late, that the pleasure enveloping him wouldn’t stop until he was milked dry. “Daniel!” He cried, pressing his forehead to the cool surface of the sink as his orgasm wracked through him in powerful waves, his cock spurting rope after rope of come onto the wooden cabinet doors in front of him, his body tensing and relaxing with every wave of pleasure.
Daniel didn’t stop, not even for a second. “Good boy,” he praised softly. “My perfect boy,” Daniel hummed, the noise of skin slapping against skin only growing in volume. “I feel that good, huh?” He asked, just to tease, only receiving pitiful mewls in return, as well as George’s teary, overstimulated expression, flushed and wet with his own sweat and tears.
George was far more than embarrassed, even mortified at the fact that he’d just come without even as much as acknowledging his own dick. He didn’t know how Daniel seemed to know the lay of his body like the back of his hand, how he knew exactly what to do to get him coming in mere moments. “Yes, yes, Jesus,” he breathed, shaking with his aftershocks. He hadn’t said it out loud yet, but Daniel was by far the best he’d ever had. George would be insane to ever take him for granted.
Daniel was close behind, making sure to pull out so he could come all up George’s back, painting him white with his seed. It was one of Daniel’s favorite things to witness, George all jelly-limbed and sated, covered in his come. He was convinced that if racing didn’t work out, he’d be the perfect pornstar. “You flatter me,” Daniel joked, breathing heavily against George’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist to press them together, not caring that he was worsening the mess between them. “That was so hot, Georgie,” he whispered. “Next time, I’m gonna make you do that over and over, got it?” Daniel promised, pressing one last kiss to his cheek before pulling away completely, going straight for the shower and turning it on again.
George was still bent over the sink counter, trying to catch his breath and process everything that Daniel had said. “I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend over dinner or something,” George said instead, gathering some of his strength to push himself up. “I didn’t think it’d be that easy,” he admitted, wincing as the ache in his backside caught up to him. It was the good kind of ache, one he’d relish in once Daniel was gone.
“George, you’re hopeless, you know that?” Daniel laughed sweetly and gently grabbed his arm, pulling him into his embrace and kissing him again. “You’re so smart, yet you can’t see how absolutely smitten I am with you,” Daniel smirked, leaning up to connect their lips, addicted to the taste of him.
George blushed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, rolling his eyes playfully before obliging to the kiss, always needing to be close. It resolved every one of George’s worries about him and Daniel, the ones where he thought he was rushing, that his feelings were too big, too soon. “I’m only book smart,” he reasoned, instead of getting too sappy, his smile widening as Daniel’s boisterous laugh rang through the bathroom.
“You’re perfect,” Daniel repeated his sentiment from earlier, pressing one last kiss to George’s forehead and tugging him back into the warm shower.
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Through Their Eyes ༘˚⋆𐙚。⋆𖦹.✧˚
Summary: lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes
𝄞 ln x reader 𓇢𓆸
𝄞 fluff 𓇢𓆸
masterlist ☾☼
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
carlos
carlos had known lando since he was nineteen. being teammates with him made carlos realise that they had a lot of common interests, and their sense of humour matched, and in the blink of an eye, lando had become one of carlos' best friends. there wasn't a day that went by without carlos or lando talking to each other, and there wasn't a day that went by without the two learning something new about each other.
carlos prided himself on the fact that he could read lando pretty well. y/n was lando's age and had joined mclaren as part of their hospitality intern. she was not supposed to have much interaction with the drivers, especially considering that she was an intern. her main jobs on some days was to make coffee runs.
fortunately, the coffee runs were what brought lando and y/n closer.
"coffee for you, mr sainz, and coffee for you, mr norris," she had said when she put two cups down in front of them.
carlos had watched as lando was about to make a joke but seemed lost as he stared at the woman and then back at the cup, and back at the woman.
he decided to be a good friend in that moment and save the awestruck boy, "unfortunately, lando doesn't have coffee. he only likes milk. he's still a little boy,"
y/n had laughed, and carlos had watched again with a smirk as lando stared at her with the biggest smile on his face. "i'll be back with a glass of milk then,"
it had become a running joke between the three of them, and soon she had started accompanying them to races as well. in the two years that she had interned with mclaren, she had spoken to almost driver on the grid, and carlos had watched how y/n and lando had slowly become friends. though, friends would be a more appropriate word instead of saying 'lando followed her around and just stood behind her, lost in his daydreams while she spoke to the drivers'.
carlos had watched how lando was always including her in conversations where she stood near the wall, how he pushed her to give her opinion. he had watched how lando slowly helped her build her confidence as she began to become more sure of herself and her abilities.
carlos had also watched how she was always the first one to tell lando that he had done a good job. she sat with him whenever he reviewed all the places he went wrong and had to be better at. she helped him understand the right places for making jokes, and the kind of jokes. he had watched how y/n had slowly helped build lando's confidence.
carlos and lando had a similar humour, but he found very quickly that lando and y/n's humour were exactly the same. they had inside jokes and eyes that laughed every time they looked at each other. they had soft touches and fingers that always grasped the air in the end.
the night of one of the races, when people had left, and only a few were remaining, carlos had been looking for lando to tell him about the golfing range that they could try out during the two weekends they had free. he had walked around looking his friend, even calling out his name. eventually, he found him sitting on the curb of the track with y/n.
they had their masks off, and were sitting close to each other. considering that they were the only two people around, carlos had not reminded the two to wear their masks.
the two had been laughing and giggling and leaning, and carlos walked a little closer to listen to what they were talking about.
"what'cha gonna do for the next two weeks?" lando had asked. it was quiet, and they were quieter, but carlos could still hear them.
"actually, i've been so excited to tell you about it! so, you know how i joined mclaren as an intern, and well, i'm still at a beginner level because i told you that i didn't want to do this forever?" she had seemed excited.
lando had only nodded, still staring at her. it made carlos wonder if lando was actually listening to what was being said.
"so, i've been doing some research, because i finally figured out what i'm going to do with my life. my parents only let me do this because i was interested in formula one, and i wanted a break after high school. though, admittedly, the break was supposed to be just a gap year, ended up being two-three years, but that's fine-"
y/n was cut off, because lando had finally gotten the courage and kissed her. carlos' mouth fell open. lando had confided in him about his crush on y/n, but carlos knew long before that. hell, carlos had known from the very first moment possible.
she had kissed him back, and carlos turned around with a smile on his face as he gave them some privacy.
just as he was leaving, he heard y/n's voice sounding heartbroken, and stopped short.
"lan, i'm going back to university. that's what i wanted to tell you."
"what?"
"i was talking to the drivers the other day about their childhood and what they faced, what you went through. max with his dad, lewis with the bullying, all of that. i realised then that i wanted to study child psychology. i want to be a child psychologist."
"oh. so, when are you leaving?"
"i gave my resignation letter this morning. i found a good university in london too. i applied a while back, and i got in."
"you got in."
"i got in, lan!" she was trying to be excited, carlos knew.
"that's amazing, y/n, congratulations,"
carlos turned around to peek, just a little bit, and saw the two embracing. he watched as lando tried to hide his tears, and y/n, who couldn't stop smiling. he watched as lando found his eyes, and carlos didn't know what to do in that moment.
"it doesn't have to change anything. i mean, i know i won't be there for race weekends and at the mtc and stuff, but i'm here for you." y/n said.
the two pulled back. y/n frowned at the tears on lando's face, and gently wiped them off. carlos feared what was going to happen to their friendship now.
"and, i mean, if the kiss wasn't a fluke, i'd like it again. and maybe every time i see you next?" y/n said, smiling, hoping, and carlos sighed in relief. yeah, the kids were going to be okay.
he could hear lando laughing as he walked back inside. lando was going to marry y/n, carlos could bet his life on it.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
daniel
when daniel had joined mclaren, there was one thing that he saw and was sure of right from the first day: no one could handle lando norris like y/n y/l/n.
he had spoken to her, and was good acquaintances with her. he knew that she had been working with mclaren for a year. lando and y/n seemed to be better friends than lando and carlos were, and that was a tough duo to break.
daniel felt awkward with lando at first. the two had barely anything in common, and combine it with their ten year age gap, it felt almost impossible to bond with the boy over something. both of them felt awkward at first, and both of them knew it.
y/n was perceptive, though, daniel had to agree. she had forced lando and daniel into a room and gave them an hour. that did wonders for the new teammates, because by the end of it, they had become so much more comfortable with each other and just couldn't stop laughing.
that was when daniel started noticing more about lando and y/n's friendship. the way that she was always the first one there to congratulate him, and the last person he saw before he left the garage for a race. the way that he always looked for her, even when he was working.
at first, daniel couldn't understand the impact that a young 20 year old woman could have on a young 20 year old man. their lives were just starting, yet somehow, with them, it felt like their lives had reached the stage of contentment with each other.
when lando first launched quadrant, daniel had watched how y/n had surprised him with wearing the merch and proudly showing it off. he had watched and smiled at how lando had gotten so excited, he had picked her up as he cheered, "you're wearing quadrant! you're wearing my merch!"
she was there for all of the races at first, in the mclaren uniform. daniel had watched how she would talk to him before every race. daniel didn't know what they were talking about, but it always had a laugh and it always ended up with a hug. he honestly thought that y/n was a witch, with the way she could calm down the hyperactive boy. no one that daniel had seen had that effect on lando the way y/n did.
and then, after a point, y/n stopped coming to races. and, daniel wondered if lando and her had had a falling out. he didn't know if he should approach his teammate about it, because it could be a sensitive topic.
two races gone by, and y/n hadn't come. lando had looked upset during those weekends, and he always disappeared right before the race and right after. after one particular race, daniel decided to suck it up and ask.
"why doesn't y/n come anymore?" he blurted out. it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.
lando smiled softly, and daniel wasn't sure what that smile meant, "she quit. she went back to studying. goes to a university in london."
daniel didn't know that.
"are you guys still in touch?" daniel tried to be as casual as possible, but he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job.
lando's smile got bigger, and daniel took it as a good sign, "yeah, we're in touch. we talk before and after races, and pretty much any time that we're free,"
"that's good to hear," the conversation had ended there.
daniel now knew what his teammate did before and after races when he disappeared.
the silverstone race was when he had finally seen y/n again. lando hadn't seen her yet, and y/n had looked jittery. spotting her, daniel approached her.
"hey, i haven't seen you in so long!" daniel exclaimed.
the two hugged briefly, "oh my god, it's so good to see you! i've just been so busy with uni. finally a race that i could attend,"
"missed us, did you?" daniel teased.
"so so so much," y/n said, and the two laughed.
daniel watched from over y/n's head as lando, who had initially been talking to one of his mechanics pause and turn around, as if he had heard her laugh. daniel continued his conversation with y/n, while also watching lando's reaction. he was looking around, a frown on his face. if daniel had to compare lando's reaction to something, it would be to a dog who could suddenly sniff his favourite treat from somewhere.
just as y/n was about to say something, daniel watched lando finally spotting her in her ln4 merch, before practically screaming, "y/n!"
y/n turned, her eyes lighting up, and lando ran from the other side, dodging people. daniel took a few steps back, wanting to give the two friends some space.
lando's arms had immediately wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. his face was buried in her neck, and all he said was her name. okay, friends definitely did not hug like that.
pulling back from the hug, lando kissed her. daniel's mouth fell open in shock. y/n had kissed him back, before she pulled away, laughing. lando put her down on the floor again, and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering in between, "you're here, you're here, you're actually here, i'm so happy right now,"
noticing a cameraman approaching, daniel softly said, "cameras, guys,"
taking a deep breath, lando took a step back, folding his arms, "thanks, dan,"
"no problem. now, wanna tell me what's going on here?" his teasing tone only made the two grin bigger.
"we started dating my last night in mclaren," y/n said softly.
"i bet lando cried. finally kissed a girl, didn't you?"
"i did actually cry," lando said, and the three laughed.
kyle, lando's mechanic called out, and daniel bid goodbyes to lando and y/n. he turned heading back, looking back just once to see lando's arm across y/n's shoulders, and y/n's arm circling his waist as they walked to where kyle was.
daniel hadn't seen lando look that happy since y/n had stopped coming for races. something about him had changed. he looked more confident and pleased. he looked as if he could hold the world on his shoulders if he wanted to.
his confidence was seen on the track as well. despite losing two places, lando was happier than most, and daniel knew that just the presence of y/n could have that effect on him.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
max f
max remembered the day lando had called him, excited to tell him about a girl he had met and how carlos, she, and lando had joked around, and how beautiful her laugh was.
he remembered the blush on lando's cheeks and how excited he was. he denied liking her at that time, but no one ever called their best friend to talk about a woman for forty five minutes just to later claim that he didn't have a crush on her.
max had been apprehensive of the woman at first. lando was new to formula one, and he was bound to get famous. from what lando had told max, she was an intern, the same age as them. lando was a trusting fellow, and max felt the need to look out for his friend.
the first time lando had introduced y/n and max to each other, the two were just friends. though, the first meeting proved that max had no reason to be worried. y/n was quick with her witty responses like lando always was. she put up a good fight every time. their banter was entertaining, and y/n knew just how to keep lando on his toes.
they understood each other quite well too. max remembered when after a particularly bad race, the two were on a facetime call, where lando was explaining all that he could have done better, and max giving his inputs. their conversation had been interrupted when a knock on lando's hotel room was heard.
"might be carlos," lando had mumbled, before leaving max on his bed, staring at the ceiling. max could still hear everything, though.
"carlos, i don't feel like-" he heard lando's voice cut off.
"surprise!" a woman's voice, y/n's, was heard.
"what are you doing here?" lando had asked.
"well, i read somewhere that cookies and brownies fixed everything. but, i couldn't find enough ingredients for one particular thing, so i made brookies!" her voice was louder, and max assumed that she had entered the room.
suddenly he saw her face pop up on the phone, "hi max!"
"hey, y/n!" max waved at her.
"you baked me something?"
"uh huh. your flight isn't till nine, and i thought that i could help you pack since you're terrible at it, and max, you and me could listen to music and dance around and eat brookies!"
they had done exactly that, y/n and lando trying their best to include max in all their conversations as well. they jumped around, laughed, and ate brookies throughout. max yelled at lando to save some for him, but lando had pretended to not hear, and then y/n had promised to make more for him. lando was smiling again, and even though max knew that he still felt bitter about the race, it had distracted him.
it was silent for a few seconds, only the music playing, when max checked what was going on. he stopped himself from saying anything when he saw lando and y/n locked in a hug. his face was buried in her neck, and her fingers were in his hair. max didn't know what either of them were saying, but lando had a tight grip on her, his knuckles turning white, and y/n just held him.
max knew their relationship would change soon.
and it had.
after the two had gotten together, lando began coming to london more often, even if it was to spend time with y/n. he invited y/n everywhere, whether they went for quadrant shoots, or meeting new people for new business partnerships.
she would come with her textbooks and her laptop, insisting on studying while they did their thing. for the most part, she did study. during the plane ride to wherever they were going, lando and y/n would sit side by side, sharing wired earphones, listening to music while y/n studied. lando would usually stare at her, or play with her hair. during shoots, y/n would be just as enthusiastic as lando, always pushing him for new ideas.
she trusted him insanely too. any time he would drive at a speed that even scared him, max had seen the way y/n would be carefree, throwing her arms in the air and enjoying the wind.
y/n would even help out with designing lando's helmets. the two had a connection that max didn't understand that well. they brought out the best in each other and knew just how to handle the worst too.
max had seen lando more worried about whether y/n had eaten during exam season than he generally was about himself. max had seen lando care for something other than racing and quadrant. it was new and refreshing, and max knew it was a forever kind of deal.
it always was a forever kind of deal with lando and y/n.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
alex and george
alex and george had sort-of grown up with lando. they had raced each other in f2, and had become quick friends. lando used to look upto alex and george, and the boys knew about it.
they had known lando well when he was a young boy, had seen the way he drove, the way he acted, the way he was in general. they had seen his cocky attitude, and as much of a show he put up in front of the media, they knew that he looked upto almost driver that were on the grid as he tried to make a place for himself in between them.
they had seen how low his confidence was, despite being outgoing and getting along with almost everyone he met. he had been their topic of conversation many times, with the two trying to figure out how they could be there for their friend.
it had helped that lando had found a true friend in carlos, and then daniel. it had changed lando, a positive change that both, alex and george were incredibly happy to see. he still blamed himself after races, but carlos, a veteran, reassuring lando had had a greater effect than george and alex. the two men understood why. they had the same amount of experience in formula one as lando, so trying to convince him that he had done a good job wasn't as effective.
lando had really changed, though, after he met y/n. y/n was outgoing, like lando, and she could talk a mile a minute. she seemed to really give max competition when it came to yapping. but, the best thing that she ever did was make lando smile more often. george and alex were grateful for that.
y/n had a way of correcting lando or telling him new information without making him feel dumb. george and alex knew how insecure lando was for never finishing his schooling, unlike oscar. it was a shock to alex and george when lando told them random facts throughout the day. it was a good kind of shock, but a shock nonetheless. they knew almost immediately that it was the work of y/n.
lando had always been humble. online, he was arrogant. but, he knew what he needed to work on, he knew everything he could about his, and he always wanted to know more. george and alex had often teased him about leaving the last on saturdays after the qualifying session.
but, y/n had stayed with him, had encouraged him, and had showed him that even if he failed, he was still good enough. y/n showed him that even if he lost ten positions, he was still good enough as a driver, and as a racer. he deserved to be in f1, something that a lot of people, including george and alex agreed on.
over the years, lando had gotten good at saying what was expected of him. it was often things that he would go and directly tell people to their faces, but always play it off with the media. lando never forgot to remind alex and george how much he respected them, even if they told them in private. they knew that that was lando's way of making sure that they knew he was being sincere.
the world didn't understand it as much, and the media loved to twist all of their words. so, y/n helped him understand. and, y/n helped him grow. and, even though lando was always a good person, y/n made him better everyday.
alex and george often spoke about the difference five years, six years had made in lando. and they could agree that lando was still the same person, but just a little more grown up and a little more focused. it was his own doing, with some help from y/n.
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max v
padel with lando was one of his favourite things to do. lando was competitive, and he made jokes, and he was arrogant and deprecating, and somehow all of it just fit well.
they had a weekend free before the next race, and what better way could there have been than to participate in another sport with the same person who was the contender for the world driver's championship?
they had played for hours, and after the two had completely exhausted themselves, lando invited max over to his apartment for lunch. agreeing, max texted kelly about his lunch plans with lando, and the two drove to lando's apartment their individual cars.
parking, the two went up the elevator, laughing and giggling and gossiping on their way over. just as lando was about to unlock his front door, he paused and turned to max.
"my girlfriend is a little mad at me right now. i kinda paid off part of her university tuition and i didn't tell her, and now she found out, and i'm basically-"
"-fucked. you're basically fucked."
lando opened his mouth to retaliate, but agreed with max. he was fucked.
unlocking the door, lando called out, "babe, we're home!"
y/n appeared from the hallway, "hi, max! how was padel?"
max watched as lando moved towards her with his arms open, almost like a routine of when he comes back home, but y/n dodged his hands and stepped away. lando looked like a puppy who had gotten kicked, and as much as max wanted to laugh at the expression, he did feel a little bad for his friend.
"hey! um, padel was good. i beat lando, 5 games out of 8," he said.
y/n laughed, "that's wonderful. i'll get your lunch set up, so why don't you relax?"
she still hadn't said a word to lando, and as she turned to head towards the kitchen, he watched as lando followed her like a dog on a leash.
max settled on the couch, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. he tried not to listen, to not eavesdrop on his friend's very private conversation. but they were loud, so technically, it wasn't his fault.
"baby, i'm sorry, i was trying to help!" lando's urgent voice could be heard. he was speaking softly, but in the quiet house, it was still loud enough for max to hear.
"helping means washing the dishes or getting me supplies for my exams! helping does not mean paying off my tuition!" y/n's hushed whisper came next. she was angry.
"but, why can't i just pay for the tuition? i've got the money, you and i are going to end up married anyways! what's mine is yours!" max had to admit, this was probably the first time he had heard lando so sure on marrying someone.
"exactly! you've got the money. not me. lando, i need to be able to survive on my own, and my tuition is my problem. not yours."
"you are surviving on your own! just 'cause i'm here doesn't mean that you can't lean on me for stuff!"
max heard y/n let out a groan of frustration, "i'm not as rich as you are, lando. i'm not a celebrity or a model, i don't have the money. i'm studying to be a child psychologist. this is my future, and my college, including my tuition fees, is my responsibility."
"yeah, well, you are my future. so, you're my responsibility, and that includes your college and your tuition fees and literally everything else in the world." max smiled. maybe lando would not have to sleep on the couch tonight.
it was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound came from the sizzling of the pan.
"darling, i'm sorry i paid your tuition fees without asking or telling you first. you were stressed out about it the other day, and you were telling me how you would have to take extra shifts at the diner, and i just thought that if i have the money for it, why can't i just get rid of that stress of yours? i really just wanted to help, nothing else." lando's voice was soft, and max strained his ears to listen.
"i feel like i'm taking advantage of you," y/n whispered softly. why were they talking so quietly? max couldn't hear a thing properly.
"advantage of me? love, no. you deserve so much more than what i can offer you. i hate that i have to be away for so long because of my job, but you've never complained and you've always supported me. sometimes i'm scared that i'm not showing you just how much i love you,"
"that's why you paid off my tuition. 'cause you wanted to prove that you love me, but you couldn't figure out how to open your mouth and say it to me,"
lando laughed. that was a good sign. it was silent again. maybe they were hugging? max wished he had a visual as well. and some popcorn.
"forgive me?" lando asked softly.
"only if you have ramen with me tonight, and watch tangled with me again,"
he expected lando to groan. he had listened to lando rant about how the movie was ingrained in his brain and how the songs were stuck in his head constantly because of his girlfriend's obsession with the movie.
"deal. i love you," lando said.
"i love you more,"
"not possible,"
"watch me,"
max smiled. lando was not sleeping on the couch tonight, that's for sure.
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oscar
there was time before the first practice race was supposed to start. oscar sat on his side of the garage, but was quickly getting bored. the mechanics and the race engineers were talking and discussing, and oscar really tried to listen to them and participate in the conversation, but all he wanted to do was go out and drive.
sighing, oscar decided to find lando. if there was anyone who could distract him, it was lando. moving over to his garage, oscar looked for lando, and found him standing with his race engineer, will. the two were in deep conversation about something. lando's shoulders were tense, and his fingers were digging into his arms as he had them crossed across his chest.
oscar sighed. he probably shouldn't disturb him, then. it looked like they were talking about something important, and it's not like oscar had anything specific in mind when he came to find lando. he just wanted a distraction and laugh about something, anything.
just as he turned to go back to his side of the garage again, oscar saw y/n. he smiled, and was about to walk over to her so that he could at least strike a conversation with her.
oscar and y/n were good friends. they had a lot of similar interests and often spoke or hung out outside of lando. lily and y/n also got along really well, and that was just another pro in his list.
just as he was about to go talk to y/n, he stopped short, as he watched her open her bag and rummage through it. the paddock pass was hanging from her neck, and the orange cap she wore almost made her invisible to the media.
finally pulling out, what he assumed was a fan, he watched as y/n weaved her way through the crowd and stood behind lando, who was still in a deep conversation with will.
oscar worried for a second. he knew lando well, and he knew y/n well. he knew that lando hated to be disturbed when he was working or when he was focused on something, especially if it was related to improving his performance. he also knew that while y/n always meant well, sometimes, she couldn't figure out the right timings for things. while oscar knew that lando would not yell at her or anything, he still worried that lando would accidentally say something in the heat of the moment that he would regret later, but it would inevitably hurt y/n. she was sensitive and she felt too much for everyone. he didn't want y/n to be hurt.
he stayed still, though. he wasn't sure if it was his place to interfere. it wasn't his relationship, and he was friends with both of them. so, he stayed where he was, and he watched.
he watched as y/n stood behind lando. he watched as will noticed her, smiling just slightly, before turning his attention back to lando. he watched as lando didn't seem to notice that.
he moved a little closer, just so he could make out a little bit of what they were saying.
he watched as y/n started fanning lando, a mischievous grin on her face. he watched as lando's shoulders sagged in relief from the cool air, and then watched him tense up. he watched as lando turned around, wanting to find out where the cool air was coming from, and was met with y/n and her fan.
the couple were laughing now, and lando hooked an arm around her waist and trapped her against him. oscar could see both of y/n's arms against lando's chest as she leaned back to look at him, her hand still clutching the fan.
he watched as the two spoke, far too softly for oscar to hear them. but he saw the smiles on their faces, and the love in their eyes. the fans called him oscar "heart eyes" piastri whenever he looked at lando. if the fans saw lando and y/n right now, "heart eyes" would be an understatement.
he watched as lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and he watched as y/n tucked herself against his chest. he watched as lando and will got back to their conversation. lando's hands were running up and down her back, and oscar watched as lando's shoulders relaxed, and how he wasn't grinding his teeth anymore, and how all the tension that he seemed to keep in his body almost all the time melted away.
in that moment, oscar realised that the things he knew about his teammate/friend and his friend, they knew it better. they knew each other better, and they were stronger like that.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
i may have messed up the timeline a bit somewhere in the start. but, this is one of my favourites that i've ever written! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
#f1#formula 1#lando norris#formula one#ln4#max verstappen#carlos sainz#oscar piastri#daniel ricciardo#alex albon#george russell#max fewtrell#f1 imagine#lando norris imagine#lando norris fluff#lando x reader#lando norris x reader#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x you
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How does drivers call each other based on Grill the Grid
Drivers calling each other GTG
So, I did a little analysis on how the drivers are referring to each other in the last Grill the Grid video!!
You need to read the line to see how that driver is calling the ones in the columns.
Some conclusions :
Lando and Lewis are mostly referenced by their names as his Zhou but that's a specific case.
Checo and Danny have nicknames
Charles went all out on the name/surname combo
Max, Logan, Alex and Estie loves calling the others by their names only
Lando uses surnames unless your his friend, (ex)teammate or Lewis
Oscar uses surnames unless your Max, Lando, Logan or Zhou
George says Lance but Lance says Russell
Nico called George "Georgie" (while saying he has feminine lips...so what you want with that!)
There are many more things to read into this... In a more serious way or with shipping glasses.
You can see the table better with the link, if you want!
#f1#formula 1#lando norris#george russell#logan sargeant#daniel ricciardo#max verstappen#checo perez#sergio perez#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#oscar piastri#lewis hamilton#fernando alonso#lance stroll#alexander albon#alex albon#nico hulkenberg#kevin magnussen#valtteri bottas#zhou guanyu#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#yuki tsunoda#grill the grid#analysis
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ACCIDENTALLY SENDING HIM AN AUDIO MOANING, F1 GRID.
✶ THE GRID. max verstappen. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. lando norris. daniel ricciardo. george russell.
content warnings ✶ disclaimers. fem!reader. smau. sexting. suggestive content. attempted humor.
do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own. | © verstappen-cult, 2024.
GWEN RAMBLES — helloooo 🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️ what is this? you may ask yourself. well, this is just a silly little thing i wanted to try. let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more of this. i had a very fun time doing these! comments & reblog are greatly appreciated.
#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#max verstappen x reader#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#f1 x reader#daniel ricciardo x reader#f1 fanfic#oscar piastri x reader#charles leclerc fluff#lando norris x reader#george russell x reader#f1 smau#f1 smut
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watching the front positions of f1: Same 5 guys trading off finishing positions with each other every week
watching the midfield/backrunners of f1: Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon are roleplaying Javert and Hugh Jackman in a Les Miserables fight to mutually assured destruction over a no-points position. Lewis Hamilton is going to physically fight his own car to the death. Yuki Tsunoda and Daniel Ricciardo are going to physically fight each other to the death, but Daniel has a disadvantage because Lance Stroll has a sniper rifle aimed at his head. The Saubers are rewriting the federalist papers in the pits. Kevin Magnussen has planted a bomb on the track, and the blast has inevitably caught a Williams.
#formula 1#formula one#f1#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#lewis hamilton#yuki tsunoda#daniel ricciardo#lance stroll#valtteri bottas#zhou guanyu#kevin magnussen#alex albon#alexander albon#logan sargeant#lando norris#charles leclerc#max verstappen#oscar piastri#carlos sainz#george russell#checo perez#sergio perez
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#f1#formula 1#formula one#formula 1 meme#formula one meme#f1 memes#baku gp 2024#azerbaijan gp 2024#lando norris#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#max verstappen#alex albon#george russell#lewis hamilton#yuki tsunoda#daniel ricciardo#pierre gasly#kevin magnussen#valterri bottas#zhou guanyu#esteban ocon#fernando alonso#lance stroll#franco colapinto#nico hulkenberg
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Pure Chaos Pt. 3 | F1 smau
f1 grid x driver!reader
summary: she can not stop posting lando memes, and the internet loves it
fc: lia block
a/n: hii guys!! i’m on holiday right now and internet is spotty so the next part might not come until a couple of weeks. thank you sm for all your feedback and support so far! it really means a lot🫶💗
part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5
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series taglist: @tremendousstarlighttragedy @scenesofobx @agiscool @rxouxcesss
#f1#formula 1#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 smau#lando norris#max verstappen#smau#charles leclerc#lando norris x reader#oscar piastri#george russell#female driver#driver!reader#alex albon#williams racing#mercedes#lewis hamilton#fernando alonso#daniel ricciardo
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“I watch F1 for the drivers.”
The drivers:
#in a shitposty mood so have whatever this is 💀#max verstappen#sergio checo perez#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#lando norris#oscar piastri#lewis hamilton#george russell#fernando alonso#lance stroll#yuki tsunoda#daniel ricciardo#alex albon#logan sargeant#nico hulkenberg#kevin magnussen#zhou guanyu#valtteri bottas#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#f1#formula 1#my edit#my shitpost#grid post
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Calling them "good boy"
🔸inc.: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel
🔸Gender Neutral reader
🔸masterlist
#mads writes#f1 x male reader#f1 texts#f1 textfic#f1 x gn!reader#f1 x reader#formula 1 texts#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#formula 1#lando norris#lando norris x reader#charles leclerc x reader#carlos sainz x reader#oscar piastri x gn! reader#oscar piastri texts#lando norris texts#lando norris x gn!reader#carlos sainz texts#charles leclerc texts#lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton x reader#sebastian vettel x reader#george russell x reader#max Verstappen texts#max verstappen x male reader#max verstappen x reader#daniel ricciardo x reader#unhinged f1 content#f1 chats
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THE HUGS
pics by Steven Tee and Sam Bloxham
#miami gp 2024#lando norris#daniel ricciardo#george russell#fernando alonso#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#max verstappen#he is very much loved#your favourite driver's favourite driver#legit convinced not one other man on the grid would've gotten the same reactions
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Summer Of Cum 2023
Day 17 - Precome
Pairing: George/Daniel
WC: 2056
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Part II of Day 1
George doesn’t know why he feels so nervous as he stepped into the elevator, pressing one of the many gilded buttons on the panel, specifically the one that read ‘Penthouse’. He swipes his card to confirm it, like he has a million times before, letting out a heavy breath when he felt the lift start taking him up. George is in Monaco, a last-minute trip he hadn’t been expecting to take.
A lot had happened before the summer break, so he hadn’t been able to see Daniel much, apart from sneaking into his hotel for a few nights. They celebrated together when Daniel got the news about his seat, but it wasn’t enough, it never was.
George had hoped he and Daniel could be together during the break, but things had come up— seat fittings and photoshoots and contract finalizations and as much sim practice as Daniel could handle. It had only been about a month since they’d made it official, and with their endlessly busy schedules, there just hadn’t been time to settle into their new relationship just yet. Daniel completely surprised him that morning by telling him he’d bought him a plane ticket to Monaco, and even ordered a car to George’s place.
George wasn’t nervous to see Daniel; he’d been wanting to be alone with him for longer than 10 minutes for quite a while. He’s nervous about Daniel being different, feeling different, worried that in the hustle and bustle of their lives, Daniel had realized that the whole boyfriend thing wasn’t for him and just hadn’t had the time to tell him. George had spent the whole plane ride trying to brush away the idea that Daniel was only flying him out because he didn’t want to deliver the bad news over the phone.
George tapped his foot impatiently on the marble floor of the elevator, getting antsier by the second, dreading what was on the other side of the sliding doors.
When the doors opened into Daniel’s penthouse, George took a few steps inside, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. It was quiet, too quiet, especially for it being Daniel’s place.
“Daniel?” George called, setting his bag down on the couch and taking a peek into the kitchen.
Daniel was there, standing at the stove, stirring something methodically. George noted that it smelled heavenly, immediately drawn in.
“Hey, baby,” Daniel said excitedly, quickly wiping his hands on his apron and turning around to greet George. “I missed you-“ he whined, cutting himself off to plant a kiss on George’s lips. “So much,” he chuckled and pecked him again, pulling him into a tight, warm hug for good measure.
George was speechless at first as Daniel kissed him, squished pleasantly in his embrace. He could do nothing but clutch at him just as tight, letting his face rest in the curve of his neck and letting out a relieved chuckle, hoping Daniel thought he was laughing at his eagerness and not at himself for always expecting the worst. “Can we never be apart again?” He muttered into Daniel’s shoulder, glad that Daniel wasn’t pulling away.
“You missed me that much, Georgie?” Daniel teased. He could sense that George wasn’t ready to pull away, so he didn’t, quite content to stay like this forever if George wanted to. He knew that if left alone, George would waste no time letting his anxiety take over. Daniel had an inkling that George had spent most of his traveling doing just that. “I missed you more,” Daniel whispered.
George finally let himself relax some more, laughing at Daniel’s insistence. “I don’t believe you,” he said, right up against the skin of Daniel’s neck. “Prove it.”
Daniel scoffed and slowly walked George back a few steps, stopping when they hit the edge of the island. When Daniel pulled away, George looked so sweet, eyes wide and waiting, lips slightly parted, waiting for his next move. Daniel would never get enough of how desperately George needed him. Daniel’s hands landed comfortably on George’s hips, keeping him in place. He hadn’t expected to escalate things until after dinner, but he didn’t mind changing the order of things if it made his boyfriend happy. Daniel’s hand moved down to cup George’s cock in his pants, receiving the softest gasp from him in return.
George kept his eyes on Daniel’s face and gripped the counter tightly as he was groped, his body thrumming at the simple touch.
“I made you fly all the way out here, that isn’t proof enough?” Daniel continued, tone even and slow, never breaking eye contact with George. He could feel him swelling in his palm, his fingers stroking the ever-growing outline of him. “You want me to show you how much I missed you, right?” Daniel purred, watching George nod frantically and bite down into his lip, trying to keep himself from getting too loud.
George would normally feel quite embarrassed about how fast he’d gotten hard, but Daniel had a way about him that always made him feel okay, never ashamed about the way he reacted to him. “Please,” he begged, pushing his hips into Daniel’s hand.
Daniel didn’t make any moves to take it further just yet, pulling away briefly to take his apron off. His hand found its way back onto George’s cock with ease, leaning in to kiss along his jaw. “Were you thinking about me on the plane?” Daniel whispered and moved his kisses to his neck, sucking a small bruise there.
George keened softly as Daniel started to take him apart, not sure he’d be able to form coherent sentences if he was touching him like this. “Mhm,” he hummed. “You’re all I think about,” he murmured, letting his head tilt to the side to encourage Daniel to keep marking him up.
Daniel laughed contentedly against his skin, happy to hear that he occupied every corner of his mind. “Good.” Daniel gave a particularly firm squeeze and used his thumb and forefinger to undo the button of his pants, followed by his zipper. “I’m no better,” Daniel said as he fell to his knees without warning, not taking George out of his boxers yet. Instead, he pressed a kiss to his clothed cock and shamelessly rubbed his face along the length, letting his tongue soak the fabric of his briefs. “Feels wrong when you’re not with me,” Daniel purred against the hard flesh of George’s cock, breathing hotly against him.
George couldn’t believe the sight in front of him, Daniel pushing his face into his crotch and mouthing warmly at him. He looked sinful on his knees, like he’d die if he didn’t get George’s cock in his mouth soon. His hand landed in the mess of dark curls on Daniel’s head, trying to respond intelligently to Daniel being so sappy. “Are you always going to be this busy?” George got out, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
“For now,” Daniel sighed, pushing George’s shirt up a bit to press kisses to his tummy, distracting him from whatever overthinking he might’ve been doing. “I’ll be all yours soon, don’t worry,” he smiled, pulling his pants and boxers down in a few tugs, eyes wide when he laid eyes on George’s cock. He was slick, absolutely covered in his own precome, the wet spot obvious on his briefs. “Jesus, baby,” Daniel said, looking hungrily at the mess George had made. “You’re soaked already,” he said as he got a hand around him, not needing any assistance from his mouth to make it glide smoothly.
George felt himself flush at the fact, gripping the counter even tighter as Daniel began to touch him. “I missed you,” was all he could say, all he could attribute to his lack of control.
Daniel let out a sweet chuckle, endeared by the lanky boy. He leaned down to circle his lips around the head and pushed his tongue against the slit, humming at the salty taste of George’s precome. “You taste so good,” he purred, licking along the length to taste more of him. “Wanna fuck my mouth?” Daniel asked sweetly, lapping at him slowly, waiting patiently for him to do as he asked. Daniel usually preferred taking his time with George, but the urgency he felt inside himself to get him off was unbearable, wanting to make George feel as good as possible.
George obliged without question, breathlessly taking hold of Daniel’s hair and sliding himself into the heat of his mouth. He pushed Daniel down all the way, his thrusts starting off shallow and making Daniel mewl around him helplessly.
All Daniel could do was take it, take George filling his mouth to the brim with his cock, his throat working tightly around him. His hands flew up to grip George’s thighs as he pushed deeper, making wet, gargled sounds around him. He whined with every forward thrust of George’s hips, looking up at him with teary eyes.
George knew it would be a mistake to look back at him, groaning loudly at how beautiful Daniel looked. It was moments like these that reminded him that he never had anything to worry about in the first place, that Daniel was the very least of his worries. He knew, deep down, that Daniel would never break the promises he’s made or hurt him. “I love you, fuck, I love you,” George babbled, not meaning to spill his guts, especially not while he was choking Daniel on his cock. George was too turned out to think about the repercussions of saying such a thing.
Daniel had a lot to say about that, though he was too occupied to respond. Instead, Daniel grabbed George’s hips again and pressed him firmly into the counter, deciding to take back the control he’d so easily given up. Daniel bobbed his head fast and made sure to press himself all the way down. It was his way of saying it back without words, by making sure he gave George an unforgettable orgasm.
Daniel didn’t stop until he heard George shout and tense up above him, swallowing every bit of come he pumped down his throat. Daniel could feel his own cock leak profusely and twitch in excitement, pulsing as George kept him still, nose pressed into the patch of hair above his cock. After George was done, he pulled off with a gasp, face looking ruined. Daniel had spit running down his chin, tear streaks adorning his tan face, lashes clumped together. Daniel was still watching George as he gingerly tucked him back into his soiled boxers, a small smile spreading across his face. The way he felt for George wasn't something he had to name, necessarily; it was something he'd known for forever, feeling so natural that he hadn't realized what it really was until George said it first.
“I love you too,” Daniel murmured, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of the sweatshirt he was wearing. “I love you more,” he insisted, using the counter to pull himself off the floor, pressing him into the hard granite countertop once more. “You meant it, right? Not just because I give really great blowjobs?” His voice was weaker, wrecked from the treatment George had given him.
“I love you,” George repeated, still catching his breath, trying to make it clear that it had nothing to do with Daniel’s ability to deepthroat him, and everything to do with how amazing he was. George’s cheeks were red, his blush creeping down his neck, under the neckline of his shirt. “I mean it.”
“I believe you,” Daniel teased and pulled away, turning on his heel to check on the forgotten pot of sauce on the stove. It was just about done, almost perfectly cooked. “I know you’re all about the flowers and champagne and luxurious dinners, but I like it better like this,” he murmured, turning around again with a big spoonful of tomato sauce, his hand floating underneath it to catch anything that dripped. Before he continued, he brought the edge of the spoon up to George’s lips, watching him taste it with wide, eager eyes.
George’s face lit up at the taste of the sauce, too, impressed with Daniel’s ability to cook something so delicious. “Say it again,” George said softly, mimicking Daniel’s wide grin.
“I love you, George Russell.”
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#what is it about riccussell that makes me write over 2K words every time#summerofcum2023#sourwrites#Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell#Riccussell#363#f1 smut
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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒
featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
🎙️ :: this is nasty and the guys are horny. have fun (this is really smutty pls beware)
SUGGESTIVE !! TEXT MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST
🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !
taglist :: @norrisdriver <3
#🎙️ you hear me? mel wrote some fanfic stuff or whatever#franco colapinto x reader#franco colapinto#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz#lando norris#lando norris x reader#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton#george russell x reader#george russell#smut#f1 x reader#f1 smau#f1 texts#f1 smut#formula one x reader#formula 1 x reader#f1#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#lando smut
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f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆
summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"
warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???
charles, carlos, lewis, george, max
oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel
an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼
lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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finally finished drawing the entire grid! really struggled with some guys but hopefully you can't tell who....
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#this took me way longer than i thought it would so thats why daniel is still in vcarb LMAO...#f1#oilspill#holy fuck do i have to tag everyone#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#fernando alonso#lance stroll#oscar piastri#lando norris#nico hulkenberg#kevin magnussen#franco colapinto#alex albon#lewis hamilton#george russell#max verstappen#checo perez#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#yuki tsunoda#daniel ricciardo#zhou guanyu#valteri bottas#draw the grid
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hellooo!! i wondering if you’ve ever seen that trend on tiktok where the guy is like “bitch, what’s for dinner” and the reader would be all innocent & stuff, and at the end he would apologize and tell her to never let him speak to her that way again? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (this would be through text btw lol)
Internet Trends with the Grid
summary: the guys try an internet trend on you
pairing: f! reader x Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, George Russell, Charles Leclerc
warning: language, suggestive themes, allusion to Max’s dad, you are responsible for the content you consume
a/n: I have seen this trend floating around, I did put a little twist on it.
disclaimer: while this is based off a trend, please know that anyone who ever genuinely talks to you like this, especially a romantic partner, you have no obligation to answer to them, you deserve better.
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𝐅𝟏 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 ‘𝟐𝟒
Strap in you filthy fuckers, I’m participating in kinktober this year. A total of 11 fics will be posted from October 1 - 31, specific dates and prompts are listed below:
Oct 1: Dreamy Desire | C. Leclerc ~ Somnophilia
Oct 4: Yes, Sir | L. Hamilton ~ Sir Kink
Oct 7: Guide Me | G. Russell ~ Guided Masturbation
Oct 10: Anytime, Anywhere | D. Ricciardo ~ Free Use
Oct 13: Fill Me Up | C. Sainz ~ Breeding Kink
Oct 16: Hot ‘n’ Cold | M. Verstappen - Temp Play
Oct 19: Sit On It | L. Norris ~ Cockwarming
Oct 22: Hands Full | O. Piastri ~ Nipple Play
Oct 25: Behave | P. Gasly ~ Spanking
Oct 28: Reflection | D. Ricciardo ~ Mirror Sex
Oct 31: Too Big | G. Russell ~ Size Kink
— have fun, stay filthy, and let me know if you’d like to be tagged for any of these fics. all kinktober fics will be tagged with #di’s kinky fics in case you want to block the tag.
#kinktober#di’s kinky fics#di speaks#thef1diary fic#f1 kinktober#f1 one shot#f1 imagine#f1 smut#charles leclerc smut#lewis hamilton smut#george russell smut#carlos sainz smut#daniel ricciardo smut#max verstappen smut#lando norris smut#oscar piastri smut#pierre gasly smut#divider creds: djarrex
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