#gp: plots

[ohdarling-xo]

relationship where character a is madly in love and would literally rather drop dead than disappoint character b, who is completely 100% oblivious to their feelings. 😬

[thearchercore]

love the timeline implication of charles being at a different event/party with pierre and then ending up at max's party like we all talk about lestappen but the real thing is has anyone seen pierre

[l0veyourselfirst]

[valyrfia]

lmao charles is over there having the time of his life getting to do fp1 with his brother and this being his last weekend until lewis is his teammate, and max is having a fucking diva-off with george. these two NEVER have a good weekend at the same time 😭😭😭

max and george: killing each other

charles: this is the most special moment in our family’s history 🥺😍❤️ two leclercs driving in FP1 it is the most special moment ❤️❤️❤️ i’m also so happy and not at ALL sad that this is my last weekend with carlos as my teammate 😍😍😍

[russellius]

LUSAIL CITY, QATAR - NOVEMBER 30: George Russell in the post Sprint Race Press Conference prior to the F1 Grand Prix of Qatar at Lusail International Circuit on November 30, 2024 in Lusail City, Qatar. Photos by Steven Tee.

[mrs-saturday]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Only Bought This Dress So You Can Take It Off 

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: george russell x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: george needs it, and he needs it NOW.

♥ warnings: swearing, alcohol, oral (f! receiving) , p in v, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap guys!), sex in public,  breeding kink if you squint, smut with NO plot, public bathroom sex, club sex

♥ a/n: @chilling-seavey pookie this one is for you 🤭

♥ smut under the cut! ♥

If there is one thing you know how to do, it’s rile up George. And better still, rile him up at all the wrong times, like tonight, in that tight little dress that clings to your hips in all the right ways. The blue pearlescent straps of your heels, against the warm tan of your skin, running up your legs towards the matching dress,  are all he has his eyes on while stood with Lando and Alex by the bar of a club in Monte Carlo. 

“George, mate, anyone home?” Lando pushes a jagerbomb towards George, while Alex picks his up off the bar and chimes in “Earth to George, we’re trying to celebrate your win here” . He snaps back to reality, taking the shot off of Lando and smiling “Won’t be the only thing we’re celebrating tonight boys” he smirks, downing the shot alongside the other two Brits. “What do you mean Russell George?” Lando asks, leaning against the bar, ordering himself a vodka lemonade. “I’m making my move on y/n.” He states boldly, and Alex’s eyes roll a little “Really man? How many times have you said this now? Like 8000?”. George laughs a little, ordering himself 2 double rum and cokes, and nods “Tonight’s the night, I can’t keep staring at those legs, those hips, that ars-”, he gets cut off by the clack of your heels, and the soft bounce of your tits, as you come striding towards the three. Alex and Lando exchange glances, give George a pat on the back, and make their exit, as you lean against the bar, smiling innocently at the race winner, unaware of the strain in his dress pants.  

“So, Mr Monaco 25, how’s it feel to win again?” He tried his best to keep his eyes on your face, and ignore the Tiffany pendant resting on your chest. “Good- Good, I mean, always good to have another win under my belt, especially knowing you were there to see it” He smiled, his voice not sounding 100% convinced. “You sound strange, Georgie, too many drinks?” You giggled, looking at the two drinks in his hands, and he pushed a cup your way “One’s for you, actually, I was about to make my way over” He coughed, which sent the tight feeling in his crotch all throughout his body. “Oh really? Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” Smiling, you took the drink from his hand, your fingers brushing, sending all the blood in your body to your cheeks. Perfect, he thought, this is his in.  “Care to come dance with me? Might sober up a bit with some exercise?” he glanced over at the dancefloor, then back at you. With a nod, you drag him over, the new Charlie XCX album pulsing through the floor as you start dancing, skirt riding, tits bouncing, and George feeling a primal burn in his stomach.

Something about the way your dress highlighted everything about you, your girlish little giggle, and those goddamn tits, sent Russell into overdrive, and his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you close unexpectedly, causing you to look up at the Mercedes driver. “This OK, princess?” he whispered in your ear, low and sultry. All you could do was nod, and deciding to take him by surprise back, pushed your hips into his crotch, feeling the tent that’s been straining there all night.

He groans, grip tightening on your hips, pulling your closer to allow the friction to ease some of his need. “Baby, I’m not gonna be able to hold off much long-” You cut his sentence short by grinding up against him, and pulling his hand closer to your left tit, with a massive smirk plastered across your face, unknowing of what you had just awakened. The taller man groaned a second time, and grabbed your wrist firmly, pulling you off the dance floor and towards the bathrooms. “Georg-” you begin, “Keep it down, princess.” George growls, dragging you into the free disabled stall, and locking the door, before pushing you up against the door. His hands roamed all over you, causing you to sigh softly, as he moved up to your face, tilting your chin up with his thumb and index finger.

“You’ve got no clue how fucking hard that dress has been making me Y/N” he whispered, inches away from your lips, and you find yourself frozen, red in the face, and can feel yourself dripping for his tone. “G-George-” you mumbled, and a look of regret flashed across his face, before you grabbed him by the hair and crashed your lips against his. Despite you being the one to make that move, George quickly established his control, prying your mouth open and leaving no corner undiscovered before moving to attacking your neck. “Mine..” he mumbled amidst hickeys “My girl.” You moaned and grabbed his hair, sliding a thigh between his legs, grinding it against his throbbing erection, eliciting a low moan from the man. 

“Nuh-uh, my job to make you moan” he huffed, hands making deft work of your dress straps, revealing the most perfect set of tits George had ever seen. You could have sworn you saw him drool in the split second between him gawking, and his teeth rolling your nipple between them, his other hand, warm and soft, giving your other breast a firm knead. He delighted in watching you throw your head back, mumbling against your skin as he yanked your dress to your ankles, and kissed down your stomach.

“Pretty girl…” he sighs, hands moving to your hips “Been waiting to do this for so long…” his fingers make swift work of the lace panties, and with a chuckle he stuffs them in his jean pocket “Think of it as a trophy. You can just wear something of mine when I bring you home” 

You find yourself going red, about to object, but not before George pressed a warm tongue to your clit, looking straight up into your eyes with a devilish glint. “Taste so good m’ love” he licks again, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him in closer. George felt his eyes roll back as he tongued your entrance gently, not even pulling up for air. It was almost as though he felt no need for oxygen when his mouth was full with you. Rutting your hips against his tongue to chase down relief became your primary focus, but George held you still, moving his mouth to look up at you, face and chin glossy. A small string of your wetness kept George’s lower lip connected to you, and fell as he spoke. 

“Turn around, hands on the sink Y/N” He commanded. You did as he said without question, and feel the sharp sting of a spank as you hear his pants hit the floor. Turning to look at him, your breath hitched as you saw his aching cock against his stomach, dripping with pre-cum, and George with a condom packet between his teeth. “No need” you mustered, smirking at him as he raised a brow “On the pill, and I’m clean.”. It seems he needed no more than that to line up at your entrance, tip teasing your hole. “M’ God- You’re dirty aren’t you princess? Want to take me raw, yeah?” 

“Please, Georgie”you whined, to which he slowly pushed himself into you. You winced, the stretch of the Brit’s cock feeling unfamiliar and he stops with a worried expression plastered all over his face. “Too much princess? We can stop-” you shush him, and push yourself onto him until he’s in to the hilt “Just that you’re fucking massive Georgie.”

The moaning, the nickname, the praise. It all sent George over the edge, and you felt the man thrust in and out of you at immeasurable pace. Your wetness dripped down your thighs, and you cried out for the way he established a steady but quick rhythm. To silence your screams, a veiny hand wrapped it’s way around your throat, squeezing gently as the older brit growled into your ear. “Pussy’s mine, right darling?” he sounded rough, and dark, and the possessiveness elicited another whine as he kept talking “Need to fill you up princess, need you full of me” He kept thrusting, hips snapping back and forth to the sweet sound of your strained cries of pleasure. “Need everyone to know you’re mine. My girl. My princess. My cock-drunk baby” He hissed, finally finding your sweet spot, indicated by the scream of his name, which only served to turn him on more. “There? You like that, huh Y/N?” he tightened his grip, cock twitching at the sight of your undoing in front of him. “Gettin’ close, princess” He grunted, and you nod to signify that the feeling is mutual. 

“Together?” He pants, the knot of an orgasm building in your stomach. “Please, fuck, Georgie, together-” you cried, cut off only by the warm gush of your orgasm and the feeling of George spilling into you, warm and sticky. George stayed put inside you well after he finished, face nuzzled into your neck. “So good for me Y/N…” he sighs, kissing all the purple blooming across your neck “Gonna have to talk about this when we’re sober” You pause, body tensing, and as if George read your mind, he added “T-this wasn't a drunk mistake Y/N, I have serious feelings, feelings that deserve us being sober” You relax back into him, knowing the crush is mutual, and hummed as he pulled out, and you pulled your dress back up.

“So, fancy coming home with me?” He smirks, your panties in his hand, and a twinkle in his eye.

“Thought you’d never ask, Georgie”

[randomfingthings]

[il-predestinato]

He never fails to remind us that 1) they go way back and 2) Max deserves everything. 🥰

[papayafiles]

singapore was CRAZY bc wdym carlando held off a two-pronged mercedes war machine on brand new mediums, hungry for blood, hunting them down, nipping at their heels, with nothing but 42-lap-old hards and the good old power of friendship??!

this is cinema. that is main character behavior.

[maxpadelchampion]

Charles is literally holding the mclarens off so max can win I see him I see what they have cooked up

[raapija]

Aston Martin admin, thank you

[verstappenalty81]

Wake up everyone another max maxplaining to Charles has hit the paddock

[sinnerenjoyer]

any tongue that rises against oscar piastri shall fall amen

[cakesexuality]

Have I ever told you that a counsellor in college (who I like and trust) asked if antidepressants make me manic and was suggesting I have bipolar disorder

[moonfromearth]

Lou hadn't ever thought to dig deeper into the identity of her mysterious supporter. Now she was even more confused. Naila Cabral, the town legend, wanted her to compete in the UHC for... Whatever reason. It didn't make any sense.

Although, now isn't the time to worry about it. Sienna was right. Lou had a competition to win... Or at least participate in.

[transcript below cut]

[Sienna and Lou enter the tack room and Sienna is showing Lou around when she asks how she knows Naila]

[inside the tack room]

Sienna: Anyone competing can store their supplies in here, or rent anything they don't have.

[Lou looks around the room, amazed at the amount of trophies and riding equipment.]

[Sienna is silent, watching her with squinted eyes for a moment before finally asking...]

Sienna: How do you know Naila Cabral?

Lou: *surprised* Huh? Oh, we met just the other day. She approached me and suggested I compete.

Sienna: Do you know who she is?

Lou: No... Why?

Sienna: Naila Cabral is only the most decorated rider in the Ridge. She just moved back to compete in the Ultimate Horse Championship. It was a big deal, look...

*Sienna shows Lou and article on her phone detailing Naila's return to Chestnut Ridge*

Article: "Ultimate Horse Championship Winner Returns to Chestnut Ridge" by Maggie Douglas

CHESTNUT RIDGE - Growing up in Chestnut Ridge there are two things prioritized over anything else: Nectar Making, and the Ultimate Horse Championship, and everyone knows you can't talk about the Ultimate Horse Championship without talking about Naila Cabral. A two time winner of the competition who went on to earn many medals in the 20xx Mt. Komorebit Olympics among other accolades, Cabral has spent years as a top horse trainer in the industry. Now, 20 years after making history as the only contestant to ever win the Ultimate Horse Championship twice, the legend has returned to her home town, sending one question along the town gossip train... Does she plan on competing this spring? If she won, she would make history for a third time- [article cuts off here]

Lou: But- But if she's such a famous rider, why would she be so interested in me? And what would she want to compete against me for?

Sienna: Only one way to find out.. Go compete! Show her what you're made of!

*a muffled announcement is heard from outside*

Well, you'd better get yourself out there! That show jumping trophy won't win itself.

[alexturntable]

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