Today I am here to remind of this post I made a month ago where my sister thought George Russell (f1 driver) and the actor who plays George Russell ( the gilded age) were the same person.
I was talking with my dad about the new hbo show The Gilded Age and there is a character called George Russell, so I told him there is a f1
As I published it I knew it wouldn’t be the last I heard/saw from George Russell (TGA) and now I can confirm that for the first time ever a George Russell (TGA) x reader as made its way to the George Russell (f1) x reader tag.
I know it probably won’t happen but can you imagine Lando showing up to the BRITs with Luisinha on his arm as their first official event together. Just imagining the fangirls reaction gives me chills. F1blr would be hell for a couple days but it would be worth it.
I was talking with my dad about the new hbo show The Gilded Age and there is a character called George Russell, so I told him there is a f1 driver called George Russell and suddenly my sister (who did not understand us correctly) was like “wow those guys are something else, racing all year and he takes the time to film a show. What’s next? Carlos on The Voice, Hamilton judging BGT, Yuki with BTS ?”
I love her, three months ago she didn’t even know their names but she is learning f1 for me.
If you start watching the last race of the season at 10:28:39PM from lights out you will welcome the new year at the same time that you listen “MAX VERSTAPPEN FOR THE 1st TIME EVER IS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD”
Disclaimer: I hope the maths are right, I invite you to check before you do it just to be sure. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE
I find it really disrespectful that F1 official accounts on instagram and twitter are posting so much about the new rookie Guanyu Zhou instead of posting videos and special moments from Antonio Giovinazzi so that he can feel better about leaving. We have the whole winter break to get to know Zhou and only three more races with Antonio. Please give us some GIO content.
If someone knows how to do the math and wants to explain the possible results and their consequences for the next races I would really appreciate. I tried and my brain hurts.
Age Warning: No one will listen to this, but it’s here, I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read any of my fics that contain NSFW/SMUT content, but if you’re under the age of 16+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Even though you will ignore this warning and still read it, but do not take it as educational, it is fiction!
You look at yourself in the mirror, feeling proud of how you looked in your outfit, you were going out with your friend’s for a night of karaoke, you were wearing a loose-fitting top and a pair of shorts, knowing that the night would end up with your skin being hot and covered in sweat from all the fun you would be having, Mick steps into the room and looks at you, he could feel jealousy bubbling up inside him, he knew he shouldn’t need to be jealous or even possessive, but the way you looked, the way your clothes fitted you just right.
“You’re not going out like that.” He says, the words slip from his mouth before he could properly think about them, you look at him through the full-body length mirror.
“And why not?” You ask. “It’s my body, Mick, I thought you understood and respected that.” He walks up behind you, placing his hands on your waist.
“I understand that perfectly, but this outfit… the way it fits you…” Your smile grows, and you move out of his hold.
“I’ll be back later.” You say, you move around him, picking up your purse.
“Y/n…” He says, turning around and following you out of the room.
“Don’t wait up for me.” You say.
“If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come home I’m bending you over the bed.” He says, you freeze at his words, hand resting on the door handle to exit the house, your mouth suddenly feels dry at his threat, you look over your shoulder at him.
“Then I hope you keep that promise.” You say, opening the door, you step out of the house and shut the door behind you, leaving Mick with his mouth hanging open, he could feel the frustration building up inside him, the silence quickly becoming too loud for him.
“You little brat…” He mutters, he turns around and makes his way to the home gym, to try and blow off some steam, but he knew it wouldn’t be possible, not when he was thinking of you, dancing around while singing and being covered in sweat, and the thought alone had him growing hard.
A/N: All right, let’s quickly talk about this threesome, I hope this is what you had in mind when requesting this, anon.
Prompt B107– “wanna join?”
Warnings: Hint of fluff, smut, touching, kissing, mention of voyeurism, nudeness, threesome, explicit language, blowjob(s), unprotected sex(reader is on the pill), hair pulling/gripping, pet name(princess), light choking, dirty talking, cum swallowing, pussy slapping, overstimulation?, mention of several orgasms, creampie.
W/C: 2.3K
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You and Mick had the cabin to yourself, or so you had hoped, you went to a resort with everyone and shared a cabin with a few drivers, and unfortunately, you also shared a room with one of the drivers, but luckily for the night, Callum had decided to go out with everyone, leaving you and Mick alone in the cabin, you were laying on the bed, kissing and touching each other, his hands were on your covered breasts while your hand was rubbing him through his shorts, you had both already showered and were in your nightwear, ready for a couples evening, but somehow the evening had slowly turned heated.
A/N: I submitted a version of this previously to an account on tumblr before I had made this account when lando got p3 in Monaco but Ive made edits for it to fit today’s race and wanted to post it on here. I have a couple others that I submitted before that I’ll be posting here as well. I’m also considering writing another imagine about him being on the podium but with team celebrating so let me know if you want that.
good girl - pierre gasly x charles leclerc x reader
summary: you, charles, and pierre work together and have grown close over the years. however things have started to change…
warnings: smut, lots of smut, NSFW, 18+ only, threesome, i don’t want to spoil it but dirty talking, oral, yea, sub!charles, dom!pierre
a/n: hello lol this is probs the smuttiest thing i think i’ve written so enjoy. these gifs are what i thought about when writing it xoxo also this is edited but hasn’t been proofread by anyone so sorry for any mistakes oops
also pls ignore repeated paragraphs in the beginning i’m working to fix formatting thx
You sat at your desk, finalizing a few items on your spreadsheet. You were prepping for a big presentation in front of your whole team at tomorrow’s team meeting and you had to make sure the data was accurate. You peeked around your cubicle to see if Charles was back at his desk. He had been noticeably absent for a good while.
Not many people get lucky with the people they sit by at work but you did.
When you started at the firm, you got placed with two newbies, Charles and Pierre. You were the only three people who started on that snowy Monday morning. You instantly got on with each other and almost got told off for laughing too loud on your first day.
You spent lunches together in the office cafeteria every day after that, not bothering to make any new friends. You three enjoyed each other’s company. As you got promoted and started to make more money, you had the opportunity to spend those lunches out at exquisite restaurants on the corporate card.
That snowy Monday morning was almost three years ago now and you rarely missed a day of lunch, unless one of you were traveling or had a meeting.
You still sat in your cubicles, having the opportunity to just turn around and joke about something quickly between meetings and projects.
Changes in the past few weeks had shifted the dynamic of your group. Pierre has just been promoted, and now you and Charles reported directly to Pierre. The cubicle was quieter now with just the two of you, but you were happy for Pierre.
The lunches had become few and far between since his promotion and you tried to understand. You just wanted things to be the way they used to be.
As luxury real estate brokers in New York City, your schedules could get hectic with showings, open houses, and closings but you tried to organize your schedule around each other as best you could. With Pierre as manager, that was obviously harder now.
Charles still had not returned from Pierre’s office, so you decided to pop in and see what was going on.
You walked down the long hallway of conference rooms to Pierre’s office. One of the perks of becoming manager at this firm was an office with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park.
The frosted glass door was cracked and you could hear their voices.
“I don’t know what to do about the penthouse at 530 Park Ave. My client won’t accept any offer, even ones thousands of dollars over asking.” Charles sounded frustrated. The housing market wasn’t any less than insane right now.
“So, you’re telling me that she put her apartment on the market but is refusing any and all offers?” Pierre said.
You softly knocked on the door before eavesdropping anymore. “Hey, mind if I interrupt,” you said, taking a seat next to Charles in front of Pierre’s desk.
They laughed. “Not at all, sweet cheeks,” Pierre said, pacing around between his desk and the windows. “Have the woman come in and talk to me if she’s willing.”
Charles nodded slowly.
“I was getting bored all by myself,” you said.
“Miss me that much already?” Your boss asked. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, the top buttons popped open.
Your eyes tried not to focus on his exposed skin. “Of course I do.” You motioned to Charles next to you. “And then this guy decides to leave me for an hour to fuck around with you. What else am I supposed to do?” You shifted in your seat, straightening out your pencil skirt.
“Your job?” Charles laughed. “What the big boss here pays you to do.”
You acknowledged his statement.
“Can we please do lunch soon? I miss us.”
“I’m booked today and tomorrow for meetings but Friday works for me.”
“I have a showing Friday,” Charles said.
“How do drinks after work tonight sound?”
“I can do drinks after work,” Pierre looked up from his paperwork.
“Me too. I gotta run to a showing now but it’s only a few blocks away. Should be back for drinks.” Charles said.
You and Charles both stood up from your seats, saying goodbye to Pierre.
“Y/N, wait,” Pierre said. You turned around and took a few steps towards him. “You look really good today, I just wanted to let you know.” He smirked at you.
“Thanks, babes.” You loved using cute nicknames with each other. It had always been your thing. Charles wasn’t super lovey-dovey, but he still found his ways to show you how much he appreciated you. “I love the no-tie look you’ve got going on.” You pointed to his chest.
“I knew you would.” He laughed. “Now get out of my office and do your job before I fire you.”
You made your way back to your cubicle, your mind still on Pierre and his exposed chest. Luckily Charles was gone this afternoon so you could focus on getting your presentation done with no distractions. It was one thing to have close coworkers, but it was another thing to have hot coworkers. They were a distraction for sure. And from their comments, you knew you were a distraction too.
Maybe that’s why you never branched out to make new friends. No one else wanted to be distracted daily?
You typed away at your notes, making sure to hit the bullet points you did not want to forget when presenting. The next thing you knew, you were 4 pages deep in notes and the clock had ticked past 6 o’clock. Being a realtor basically came with weird working hours, so you were used to this.
Some of the other brokers had gone home already, but a few overachievers like you lingered.
The elevator caught your attention and Charles emerged. He carried his suit coat in his hand and had coincidentally popped open his top buttons similar to how Pierre had his.
Had you mentioned to them that you found that incredibly sexy before? You were sure they were doing it on purpose.
He walked into your cubicles and set his bag down on his desk chair. “I have a few documents to send over to my client before I head out. But I’m still down for drinks tonight.” He reassured you.
You packed up your bag and headed down the hall to Pierre’s office. His door was wide open and he looked frustrated. His brows furrowed and you could see stress wrinkles forming on his forehead.
“You okay?” You asked, sitting back down in the same chair you had earlier.
“Yes, Charles’ client is stressing me out. You know, the one who won’t accept any offers?”
You nodded. “I’m sorry, that really sucks. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” You leaned over and reached for his hand across the desk as a reassuring gesture. As soon as your hands touched, his eyes went directly to your hands. And then to you. More specifically, your chest. Your cleavage was pushed together showing through the top of your button-up blouse because of the angle you were leaning at.
“I’m gonna need you to sit up straight before I have to write you up for turning on your boss.” He swallowed loudly.
You immediately sat back. “I- I’m sorry. Didn’t realize.”
He laughed it off. “It’s okay, I was only half-joking.”
“Well, in that case, I’m only half sorry.” You leaned down again slightly, giving him another small preview.
He practically drooled at the sight but was interrupted by another knock at the door. “You guys ready to go?” Charles asked, walking in. He looked at you, at Pierre, and then back at you. “Am I interrupting something?” His voice sounded a tad bit shaky.
“Not at all,” Pierre cleared his throat. “Give me two minutes to finish up some things with your client.” He turned back to his computer.
Charles walked towards a chair and looked at you, confused. He squinted his eyes and looked back and forth to Pierre who was not paying attention.
Before Charles even had the chance to sit down, Pierre spoke up. “Charles, close the door.” He was still confused, sure he was interrupting something when he had walked in.
Once he reached the door, he walked through it hoping to shut the door behind him and leave you and Pierre alone. Whatever he had interrupted, he was going to leave you to it.
Pierre spoke up. “Charles, what are you doing? I want you both in here.” His words sent a chill down Charles’ spine. He closed the door and made his way back to Pierre’s desk.
“Things have been weird lately,” Pierre started.
“Well, you manage us now so things are bound to be a bit odd,” you said.
“It’s not just that though,” Pierre said, eyes directed towards Charles. “Do you want to tell her, Charles?”
He stopped in his tracks and swallowed hard. “No.”
Pierre took a deep breath and directed his attention to you. “We have to tell you about what happened a few weeks ago.”
“We’ve been acting strange because something strange happened.” Pierre started. Charles chose to stay silent. “We got too drunk the night you left early at the club. I didn’t want to send Charles home alone so he came to spend the night at my place. We were intoxicated and horny and one thing led to another and-“
“Wait…” you look back and forth between the two of them. Charles wasn’t making eye contact with anyone, staring at the floor. “You two hooked up?” They both nodded. “And you didn’t invite me?”
They weren’t expecting that. Pierre ran his hands over his face. “If it makes you feel any better, we were both thinking about you the whole time.”
You weren’t sure if it made you feel better or not. Pierre flirted with you constantly, and you always flirted back. He would make sly comments or slap your ass on your way out of the office. It was going to be you and Pierre who hooked up first, surely.
Pierre stood up, walked to his door, and turned the deadbolt. “I swear you’ve been torturing me all day. I need you on my desk with your legs spread.” He pointed to his thick wooden desk.
You obliged without words, hopping up on the desk. The pencil skirt you were wearing made it difficult to spread your legs all the way. He ran his fingers down your sides and hiked the skirt up around your waist, pulling your thong off as well. “Now, Leclerc, you get to sit over there and watch. Don’t move.” His gut reaction was to shift in his seat, but he stayed put.
Pierre sat back in his desk chair and slid forward, positioning himself between your legs. He hooked your ankles over his shoulders and started to run his hands all over your thick thighs. He looked over to Charles who was seated in the corner, his hand over the tight zipper of his pants.
Pierre let out a single chuckle and went back to focusing on you.
His fingers rubbed your clit in slow circles making your legs go numb. You let out a soft moan and leaned your head back.
“Charles, remember that dream you had, that you were telling me about?” His eyes didn’t leave your body when he spoke.
“Y-yeah.”
“You should tell her about it. I’m sure she would enjoy it.” He changed the pace of his fingers, going torturously slow. Dragging this on was making you go crazy when all you wanted was a little relief. Pierre could tell when you were close because he would switch it up in different directions or speeds.
“You were on Pierre’s desk. Just like you are right now. I had my head between your thighs and you were moaning for more.”
Charles had dreamt about you? And Pierre was making him watch his own dream from the sidelines? He was one horny asshole, that’s for sure.
“And what happened after that, Leclerc?” He asked.
“Pierre walked in.”
“Oh,” you moaned. Charles's dreams combined with Pierre’s fingers were making you see stars.
“He confided in me about his dream the night we both got too drunk. We were turned on thinking about you.”
You couldn’t muster enough energy to respond but with your uneven breathing and moans, they knew how you felt.
“So, Charles. Since this was your dream, tell me what you want me to do to her.”
Charles shifted in his seat again and Pierre removed his fingers from your clit.
You let out a frustrated groan. “Please keep touching me.”
Pierre smiled. “Only if he says so.”
“I want you to put a finger inside her. I bet she’s so wet.” He ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily and itching to touch you.
Pierre slid a finger between your folds and inside of you. “She’s soaked.” He turned his head back to Charles.
“Use your finger on her clit too. It sounded like she was really enjoying that.” Charles’ hand rubbed back and forth over his work slacks trying to give himself a little relief. He was feeling tortured by watching his dream play out in real life. You could hear small grunts coming from his corner of the room, but every time you looked over, Pierre’s fingers turned your head back towards himself.
“Eyes over here baby,” he would say. He added a second finger and continued to move in and out of you with a good rhythm. His other hand roamed your body and settled with a firm grip, putting pressure on your thighs. “What happened next, Charles?”
His breathing was heavy. “Start at her knees and kiss up her thighs.” Pierre followed the instructions all the way up your legs. You knew Pierre had a thing for your legs. Thick thighs and a nice ass get that man going for sure. The kisses were slow and sensual. His hot breath hovered over your pussy as he flashed his eyes up at you. He pursed his lips together waiting for Charles to speak again. “Eat her out.”
His tongue pressed to your lips moving up and down. You could hear Charles moaning and peeked over at him. He was quietly undoing his work pants and sliding them off.
You sat on the desk feeling euphoric. When was the last time you felt so admired? One of your friends had been having wet dreams about you and was now watching the other one eat your pussy on his desk.
Pierre was making you feel so good, his fingers still working inside of you and his mouth sucking on your clit. You began to unbutton your blouse when something else caught your attention.
Charles pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and began to stroke himself. He was driving you insane, just sitting there watching. You wanted to tell him to come join you but Pierre was in control.
He lifted his mouth off of you abruptly. “Who’s making you feel this good?” He knew you were watching Charles.
“You, Pierre,” you moaned, a hand pulling on his hair. You pushed his head back down onto you. He could tell you what to do, and he could tell Charles what to do all he wanted. As long as he was making you cum in the process.
More sounds escaped from the corner and your heart started to beat faster.
“Did you fuck her in your dream?”
“No,” he half said, half moaned.
Pierre lifted his head away from your heat but kept his firm grip on your thighs. “Want me to show you how I fuck her in my dreams? Or do you want to do that?” Pierre’s dominant attitude was so sexy to you. He had been friends with Charles for years now but didn’t have a problem speaking to him the way he was. And Charles didn’t seem to have a problem being told what to do. It made you wonder.
“Show me,” Charles’ quiet voice said. He had stopped touching himself and used his hand to slightly cover himself up. He was embarrassed about what he was doing.
There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind about what went down the night they hooked up. It was clear as day right in front of you.
Pierre unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his slacks. His cock was strained against his boxers too until he took it out and stroked it a bit. He licked his fingers and put them inside of you a few times before lining himself up at your entrance. He pushed in slightly and pulled out immediately, making you moan. He rubbed the tip over your clit before going back inside of you. He repeated this a few times before you got annoyed. “Don’t tease me,” you said, blinking heavily.
“Shut your mouth and be a good girl,” he responded. An evil smile formed on his lips. Charles was back to touching himself and Pierre looked over at him. “You too.”
He was still nervous and not yet comfortable, but he was definitely turned on.
After teasing you more than you could handle, Pierre rammed into you earning a pleasant cry from you. “Jesus,” you said.
“Does that feel good baby?” He asked. His hands were situated on your knees as he thrust hard into you. You nodded, falling back on the desk. Your arms could no longer support you.
You reached down to rub yourself while he fucked you but he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own.
His cock and his fingers together made your body vibrate in a way you’ve never felt before. You turned your head to make eye contact with Charles while you moaned through your orgasm. His cheeks turned red when he met your eyes.
You could hear him softly moaning your name.
“I want you to cum in her mouth,” Pierre said. He pulled out and flipped you around on all fours. He directed Charles to stand in front of the desk. “Now suck him off like a good girl and I’ll make you cum again.” His hands were all over your ass while he entered you from behind.
Charles held his dick in his hand and you opened your mouth. You rounded your lips into an “o” shape and bobbed your head up and down. You couldn’t help but moan on his cock feeling Pierre pound into you from behind. “Oh, fuck,” he said, the vibrations of your sounds driving him crazy.
“You look so good, babe,” Pierre said, “taking both of us at the same time.” His hands gripped your ass while Charles began to thrust into your throat.
He placed his hands on the back of your head pushing you onto his cock, rolling his eyes into the back of his head at the sight. “Fuck,” he moaned.
Pierre watched as your ass bounced on his dick, his hands ran across the soft skin. He lifted his hand and slapped your ass, leaving a red outline on your cheek.
You gasped, Charles's cock twitching inside your mouth from the feeling. He thrust a few more times before you felt a familiar warm liquid shoot down your throat.
He let out a grunt and his legs began to twitch. He slowly stroked himself while you licked up the last drop of him.
“You look so hot,” Pierre said to you. “Shit.”
The sight of you swallowing sent him over the edge and you felt him twitch inside of you. He groaned and held his grip on you until he pulled out.
You sat for a few moments still on all fours while you take in what just happened. Charles was in front of you putting his pants back on and you turned around to see Pierre buttoning up his shirt. You shifted and sat on the desk, legs dangling off. You rubbed your hands on your face before looking around and buttoning up your blouse. Pierre picked up your blazer and tossed it at you. “This won’t be the last time.” He winked at you and Charles. With that, he unlocked the deadbolt of his office door with his briefcase in hand and walked out.
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