Zhou Guanyu & Valtteri Bottas Go Sightseeing In Shanghai!

"i never left"

inspiration from: @formulaunoo

kimi study!

(repost, please reblog this version lol, i’d really appreciate it!!)

REPOST IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MY OG

to everyone who reblogged it originally thank you!!

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Catch me on Ao3 promoting unsafe sex, huge age gaps, adultery, and blasphemy.

george + lewis + mercedes and ferrari colors for @autumn816

After a long, long while, it's finally race week again in China! Glad to be back and good luck to Zhou Guanyu at his first home GP! 🏎️🏁🇨🇳

he’s still learning italian 😔 ( @12romy thank you so much for the ask and kind message!!)

i needed to draw this post

Japanese GP '24 // SF Full Access

the happy couple❤️💛

suzuka '24 !! the second i saw max pull this pose on the live broadcast i KNEW i had to paint it

zzz

Thanks for sexualizing peoples trauma fuckhead

anytime

alex logan sex bet

prompt game

They’re all limbs, George and Alex - long, lean arms and legs that fold and fold and fold. Between them, Logan feels small, compressed; Alex’s weight against his back holds him pinned, the rhythmic movement of his body enough to empty all the air out of Logan’s lungs each time he gets pressed down into George. 

Alex groans, says: “Fuck, that’s - fuck,” to George over the crest of Logan’s shoulder. George makes a shaky, keening sound in response, his hands tightening against Logan’s hips. It would be too much if they were both moving at once, but George is still, steady and firm underneath him. It’s Alex that’s doing all the fucking, his dick moving - almost impossibly - against George’s in the tight, slick heat of Logan’s body.  

George makes that same noise again, more insistent, the shape of it rattling up through Logan. He strains up, offering his face up to Alex and Alex laughs, warm and familiar, and ducks down over Logan’s shoulder to kiss him. George’s fingers tighten on Logan’s hips again as Alex licks into his mouth. They’re so close to Logan’s face, heat radiating off them; even if he turned his head, he couldn’t make out any detail. Alex’s hips are still moving, a languid grind at an angle that makes it feel like his dick is buried somewhere deep in Logan’s stomach. His own dick won’t stop leaking all over George’s taut stomach, like they’ve fucked him so hard they’ve short-circuited him or something. Dazed, Logan clenches down, hears George moan lowly, like he’s been hit. 

They’re always nice about it, when it’s over - Logan’s allowed to stay, when he wants, and they feed him and keep a toothbrush for him under the sink. Once, Alex had fucked him again the next morning, curled himself sleep-heavy around Logan and taken him lazily while George just watched, bleary-eyed, jerked himself off slowly. The ache Logan carries around makes it just as good, after - a sore kind of satisfaction, the tell-tale marker of having been useful.

Alex breaks the kiss and pulls back, nips at the shell of Logan’s ear as he goes and Logan hears himself make a stupid, breathless noise, hands clutching at George’s biceps involuntarily. 

“Come on, Georgie,” Alex says playfully, sitting back and planting his big hands across Logan’s lower back, “Give it to him. Help me fill him up.” George says something slurred, the desperate edges of it lost in the crook of Logan’s neck, and his hips start to rabbit up. Logan hears himself make a shocked, high noise from far away and George’s hand lands heavy on the back of his neck, a steady counter. 

“Good boy,” Alex says quietly. Logan doesn’t know whether it’s meant for him or George so he squeezes his eyes shut and lets it soak into him as Alex holds him down, buries his face in George’s hair as he comes.