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2024 opening intros
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30 days of 2023 (3/30) Mark Webber and George Russell during Russell's interview after qualifying at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix
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Daniel Ricciardo swearing at George Russell | Canada GP 2023
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safetycar-restart · 5 months
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KINKTOBER DAY 24: CORRUPTION KINK [George RUSSELL X READER]
NOTE: This fic is NSFW with sub!George and dom!reader. If you're under 18 or uninterested, scroll past. If you like what you see here, consider checking out the rest of my blog :))
This fic is part of a kinktober series where each day I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsport athlete. I also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog with other athletes so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!
George's favourite thing about submission is how he doesn't have to think at all, how he can just fall back on you and trust you to take care of everything.
And there's nothing that gets him to that soft, floaty headspace where he can't think about anything like corruption kink play does, where he can act like he doesn't know anything at all and you'll teach him.
You treat him like he's made of glass, touching him so softly and whispering in his ear that he doesn't need to be scared and that you'll make him feel so good.
He asks you what he should do, how he can make himself feel good and his absolute favourite is when you 'teach' him how to touch himself.
He's such a pretty picture, laying between your thighs, his back against your front. He tips his head back to rest against your shoulder, turning to look his face to hide in your neck.
He lets out the prettiest whines when you start to touch his thighs and stomach, gently massaging him until he becomes a wriggly mess in your arms.
"Stay still," you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek.
He whines, "Sorry, just feel so good," he answers, breathing hard.
You smile, knowing that you've got him right where you want him. He's so soft in your arms, letting you play with him and watching your movements with wide eyes, asking what comes next.
"Can I touch your pretty cock?" you ask him, smirking when he squirms at your words.
"Will it feel good?" he asks.
"So good, darling, it will feel so good," you answer.
"Okay," he says, voice so soft.
He hisses as you put some lube on his cock, and then whines when you start to touch him. You move slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him.
After a little while, you encourage him to take over and touch himself, and he always acts so shy and scared.
"It'll feel good," you tell him, "and I'll be right here, holding you."
He's so slow as he tries, shaking and hiding in your neck as he slowly strokes himself to completion, spilling all over your hand and mumbling his thanks over and over again.
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mea-clara-lux · 5 months
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조지 청년
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anideh · 5 months
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25/10/23
Απλά να...
Θα ήθελα να σε πάρω να σου πω,
ότι η ζωή είναι δύσκολη χωρίς εσένα.
Απλά να...
Αυτό.
Τα άλλα τα ξέρεις.
Ελπίζω δηλαδή...
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f1tasies · 10 months
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I need to have George finger me right now and tease me i don't care
right? RIGHT?
I feel like him being a perfectionist really adds to the whole experience, cause he WILL not stop until you're satisfied, even if you don't want it.
It's a personal challenge for him sometimes, and if you are the object of his focus, you will receive it all. No compromises.
When you start it's slow and steady, and he doesn't let you touch him until you're screaming his name over and over again. The thing with him is that he is relentless. He's not the kind of guy who will fuck you hard and fast until both of you tire out.
No, he prefers to savor the experience, savor you. He is unbearably patient, because he knows the longer he waits, the better the reward gets. He starts out slow, kissing you, teasing you, whispering extremely sexy things in your ear.
Then, ever so slowly, his long fingers graze your collarbone. You pull him towards you and try to pull his hand lower, to your breasts, but he pushes you back with his other hand, holding up both your hands above your head in his grip. He pins you, and despite your squirming, there is no escape. You sometimes hate how tall he is, but when he kisses you again, you melt into him.
He carefully, carefully slides the straps of your dress to your shoulders, one by one, never letting the hand holding you captive ease up, never letting his attention waver from you. He gently kisses your neck, forcing you to wrap one leg tightly around him. He can't do anything about that, can he? There's only so much of you he can control.
"Feeling feisty tonight, aren't we?" he smiles at you, tracing your cheekbone.
"Well," you mutter, frustrated. You were red all over, blushing from the heat, the anger, and the way he made you feel... "Are you going to fuck me or not?"
He stares at you for a second, and before you know it, your dress is completely on the floor, tugged down by George, and your bra is flung to the opposite corner of the room.
"And I thought I was excited," you whisper, pushing him back to you with your leg.
"I am only human, you know," he releases your wrists, and diverts his attention solely to your breasts. He gently inspects one, caressing it like it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. He locks eyes with yours, and then with that same crafty smile of his, tweaks your nipple until you cry out. He massages it, before taking it into his mouth. When his teeth graze your nipples, your eyes almost roll back. Your hands find themselves in his hair, where you hold on for dear life.
You know for a fact he'd be seeing some marks on you the next day before switching to give your other breast the same treatment. Even when you know what to expect, your knees start shaking when his tongues traces circles over your hardened nipples.
Unable to control yourself, you place a hand on your clit, and start rubbing it, to take the pressure away. But George swats your hand away, refusing your attempts at taking control. He forcefully pins your hands behind your back.
"So impatient today," he shakes his head, disappointed. Without warning, he smacks your ass. "But so am I."
He gets down to his knees now, sucking your hip bone, while his fingers caress your folds, teasing your entrance. He gently flicks your clit, sending shocks down your spine.
His fingers dip into you, without much resistance.
"Look at you. A fucking wet mess," he taunts, pulling them out and putting them in his mouth. He stands up and kisses you, both hands clutching you like you're the most precious thing in his world. Your hands, now free, wander to the vee of his hips. You rake your nails down, feeling the tension of his waistband as you prop it down, when he steps away.
"Ladies first, darling," he reprimands you, taking his belt off. "Now, be a good girl and hold your hands for me."
Begrudgingly, you do as he asks, and he ties them with his belt.
"Look at you, all trussed up."
You do not reply.
He forcefully spreads your legs and pistons his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit slowly.
When your knees start to shake, he increases pressure making you thrash against your restraints.
"George- I can't -" you pant. "I'm going to-"
"Not yet love," he rasps. "Not yet"
"George please I have to-"
His hands slip out of you, and you groan in frustration.
"Beg for me. Beg for my fingers. Beg me to be finished off."
"George please, I need you, I want you to fuck me please I-"
His fingers enter you again and you groan again, this time in pleasure. He had pushed you over the edge, and your orgasm hits you in the face like a truck.
He's kind in the end, removing his fingers and basking in the glory of the state he made of you, and whispering endearments as you come down from your high. He undoes your restraints, letting you collapse on top of him.
"Patience is a virtue, love," he kisses you.
You pull him by the belt loops of his pants. "I'm not here to be virtuous," you whisper in his ears. "I'm here to ruin you." You smirk and get down on your knees, pulling his zipper down.
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my rookie trio always
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oikawa and iwaizumi's ref sheets for my fic guardian's rebirth.
drawn by @flunflun
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