#gr63 fluffy

[norrisainz33]

crossfire || gr63

summary: max verstappen's little sister has been a staple in the f1 paddock for years and for all of those years he has kept her from dating a driver..... until now that is and it just so happens to be one of his biggest opps

pairing: george russell x verstappen!reader

fc & warnings: poorly translated dutch, sibling fighting, kelly p makes 1 insta comment and some bad language

requested: yesss thank you for requesting!!

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ynverstappen: oh how i love summer 🌞🌊🍷

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user1: oh how i love you

maxverstappen1: could've been enjoying summer with me in st barts but ok

ynverstappen: you just won't let that go huh

maxverstappen1: no! can't believe u chose friends over family

ynverstappen: diva alert

kellypiquet: just ignore him sweetheart

user2: shes got that summer glow fr

yourbff: i'm so jealous of you. mail me that bathing suit NOW!

maxverstappen1: wait are you not with her?

user12: hold on a second... why this seem so fishy and idek whats going on

schecoperez: ☀️🏝️❤️

ynverstappen: 🤍🥰

user63: no y'all don't understand....i'm like 97% sure that is george russells boat in the second slide

user1: ok grandma pack it up

user63: no im serious!! go look at his instagram story and TELL ME those boats don't look identical

f1gossip: you have made a very interesting observance here user63

user5: please just reject me so i can move on

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f1gossip: it's been brought to our attention that it appears like y/n verstappen, sister to our world champion, has been spending some time on george russell's boat after telling her brother max that she'd be spending time with her best friend y/bff/n. i think the only explanation for the deception would be that george and y/n have a secret fling that they very much don't want max to find out about... what do you all think?

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user1: as a resident grussell sprout, i can say with certainty that the first photo from y/n is without a doubt george's boat

user3: my favorite little horse has got to keep himself safe from the verstappen's pls

user2: max is gonna lose it after this. the rb is already causing him pain and now we've got y/n with his enemy

user4: i'd give my left leg to be a fly on the wall of whatever conversation y/n and max have

user5: DEF the same boat in these pictures aint no way

user6: wait y/ngeorge is kinda cute

user7: she should be with meeeeee whyyyyy george of all people

user8: georgie porgie for the WIN

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user3: ……. ok well way to rub it in that you’re no longer single. i’ll see myself out

yourbff: george ……. this…….. i can’t keep defending you both

georgerussell63: blimey neither of us are good at this soft launch thing

user4: nah that’s y/n i recognize that sweater and ring

ynverstappen: GOERGE DELTE!! DELETE DELETE DELETE MAX BOUGHT MY THAT RING HE IS GONNA RECOGNIZE IT PLEASE DELETE THUSBGEORGE

georgerussell63: too late….. he saw it

ynverstappen: great!!! i literally just talked him off a ledge 2 days ago and now this

georgerussell63: what kind of brother even buys their sibling custom made jewelery im 😭😭😭😭😭

ynverstappen: THE SWEET AND THOUGHTFUL KIND 😔

georgerussell63: is the sweet and thoughtful one in the room w us rn bc i think we’ve got the crazy and angry version instead

ynverstappen: the sweet and harmless version of him is in there somewhere 😭

georgerussell63: well…….. it’s been nice knowing you my love. i think im not surviving this race weekend

user21: porge why would you do this to me

mercedesamgf1: oh so you wanna soft launch but not tell me with who?

georgerussell63: you’ll find out soon enough admin

user12: don’t be shy tell us who this is

kimi.antonelli: hello???????

georgerussell63: i’ve really enjoyed being your teammate man. you're such a great kid and a very talented driver

kimi.antonelli: ??? are you sick or something

maxverstappen1: that’s my sister. i had that ring custom made for her in italy. i swear to god if one of you doesn’t start explaining im going to run directly into you in turn one and even then i think i still might. it’s about time i go bowling

georgerussell63: hey so…… yes… that’s your sister. there is no denying that. i’m sorry it’s taken us so long to tell you but we were worried about exactly this. max mate i love your sister. more than i’ve ever loved anyone or anything before. i know it’s not exactly ideal and we don’t have to be best mates but can’t we at least try to make it work and not kill each other… at least for y/n/n?

maxverstappen1: i’m sorry… this has been going on for so long that you LOVE her?????

georgerussell63: we’ve been together for almost a year

maxverstappen1: george tell me you’re kidding

georgerussell63: i’m not

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after the 15th missed call in the span of ten minutes, you knew there was no more pretending. no more brushing it off, no more acting like the fan pages and your brother hadn’t figured it out. no more hiding.

you groaned and finally hit accept, pressing the phone to your ear. “max emilian, please—”

“do not even start with me,” he snapped, voice already raised. “care to explain yourself?!”

you flinched, pulling the phone away slightly before bringing it back to your ear with a heavy sigh. “george and i are dating,” you said calmly though your stomach was in shambles. “we have been for about a year now and he makes me really happy max.”

there was a beat of silence but it wasn’t relief. it was the kind that comes right before a storm. “are you kidding me?!” max exploded. “how many times have I told you not to get involved with my coworkers?!”

“yeah, you've made that very clear,” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you’ve warned off every single driver who’s ever even looked in my direction.”

“and for good reason!” max yelled. “this world and this paddock are a mess. It’s politics and pressure and cameras everywhere. you don’t need to get dragged into it.”

“i’m already in it max!” you shot back, standing now, unable to sit still. “i was born into it just like you, remember? I’m your sister and jos is my dad too. i know what this world is like just as well as you do! just because i didn't make it to f1 and failed at karting and am not the favorite child prodigy like you, doesn't mean i don't understand.”

“but george?” max interrupted completely glossing over what you had said. “you had to go for my least favorite person in the entire damn paddock? could have at least been like lando or even yuki… hell even liam?!”

“he’s not who you think he is!” you defended without hesitation. “you see him through this stupid grudge you refuse to let go of. but he’s kind, max. he listens. he’s patient. and he’s never made me feel like I had to hide who I was like i have to do with you.”

that last part slipped out before you could stop it.

max went quiet.

“you’ve been so busy controlling everything around me that you didn’t even notice that i’ve been happy. genuinely and truly happy. for the past year. and I kept it from you because I knew you’d react like this like I’d betrayed you somehow.”

“it feels like you did,” he said quietly, all anger in his voice seemingly disappeared. “you’re my sister, my closest friend. and you didn’t trust me with this.”

“i wanted to,” your voice shook as you felt the tears coming on. “but you made it impossible.”

silence again, this time a heavy one.

finally, max sighed on the other end. “so what now?”

“now you have a choice,” you said softly. “you can keep holding on to whatever it is you have against him or you can try to see what I see. i’m not asking for a blessing. just... maybe don’t start a fist fight the next time you see him or cut his break lines or run into him on purpose.”

max let out a dry laugh, and you could practically hear him running a hand down his face. “no promises.”

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f1gossip: good news grusselistas! george appears to have survived his first interaction with max after boatgate (where y/n verstappen and george were spotted on the same yacht and have bee subtly soft launching each other). reports say the conversation started out heated and several folks heard max raising his voice animatedly but in the end the pair hugged it out and even shared a few laughs.

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user1: i'm sorry this set of pictures is sending me. ofc george is diva'ing his way into max's good graces

user2: DIVA ALERT 🚨

user3: no i was genuinely kinda scared for george's safety. max does NOT play about his y/n/n 🤯

user4: thank GOD. russtappen agenda is ALIVE 🤩

user5: WAR IS OVER (i think)

user6: y/n is uniting enemies and squashing beefs. her power is unmatched 😍

user7: god george looks so stupid i love him so much

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ynverstappen: the rumors and boatgate are true! i am in love with george william russell!! but i mean look at him... how could i not be??? congrats to george on an incredible drive today. i am so proud of you 🩵🩵

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user1: whoa you in mercedes gear is jarring

sophiekumpen: happy that you're happy my pretty girl

ynverstappen: bedankt mama 🤍[thanks mom]

user4: not the russtappen i was hoping for but seems it is the russtappen that i needed

georgerussell63: i love you to the moon and back y/n/n 🥰

ynverstappen: i love you too my handsome man 🤍

kimi.antonelli: so this is why george was acting like he was going to die and telling me how much he appreciated me

ynverstappen: yes 😔 george was convinced the end was near

georgerussell63: because there was not a 0% chance that it was

mercedesamgf1: we're glad both of our drivers are safe

maxverstappen1: i finally made myself stomach the idea of you with him and now you're wearing mercedes merch? zus, je stelt mijn geduld op de proef. [sister, you are testing my patience]

ynverstappen: kom er al overheen. i wear your merch every other day of the week. [get over it already]

maxverstappen1: fine... but lets keep it to a minimum

user12: i was truthfully unfamiliar with gr's game

lando: it's about time fr (max i didnt know they were official pls don't yell at me)

ynverstappen: hehehehe yes 🤯

maxverstappen1: lando .... what did you know tho? 🤨

lando: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i cant tell you

georgerussell63: lando mate be careful

user21: y/n being with a mercedes man is killing me but if max can let it go... so can i

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georgerussell63: some things are worth the risk. thanks for a great weekend and all of the support at the track! see you all again next sunday

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user9: this is so sweet i love this 🥹

lewishamilton: brave man!

georgerussell63: yes sir!

user55: something about this feels so right 😭

charlesleclerc: let me catch an invite to the next family dinner merci

ynverstappen: only if you bring leo

charlesleclerc: done

user7: y/n is literally glowing. you can like feel her happiness through the screen

ynverstappen: your tenacity, talent and commitment continue to amaze me george. i'm so beyond grateful to share this life with you 🤍

georgerussell63: crikey this is going to make me cry. i am so lucky to have someone like you in my corner 🩵

user44: y/n and george's mom both hugging him... i am certainly not tearing up rn

maxverstappen1: be good to her (this is a threat)

georgerussell63: i will be mate dont worry

user99: i have no one to talk to about this! this is everything!

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated

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[yesterdayiwrote]

I answered an ask the other day where I said I felt like there were so many overlooked Galex fics because rec lists tend to have a bit of a recency bias, and then I realised, one way to rectify this was to just... do a rec list of my favourite older Galex fics so... this is that?

Sugar High by Animalceramics

An impromptu road trip (with Jaffa Cakes), where the banter is covertly sweet and they re-examine an old friendship

One of the first fics that threw me head first into Galex. The characterisation is just *chefs kiss* and the entire dynamic between them... perfection

you and me until the end of time by alltimecharlo

The one where George has a four-year-old daughter and Alex is her preschool teacher.

Tooth rotting fluff. Everytime I think about writing Galex with kids my brain goes back to this and I end up not bothering because this is as good and as cute as it gets...

Violet skies by monzarchive

For now, it’s all about celebrations but George doesn’t think it could get better than this, his dream and the three people in the world he wants to share every moment of it with.

A different type of parenting fic, but equally as cute and fluffy.

The Soft Bois Anthology by AceEvans

In an infinite number of universes, there are an infinite number of moments. In every universe though, no matter how different the story, for George all roads lead to Alex

Not 1 fic, but 8 fics in one. A great variety of AUs, each as cute and as tender as the one before. Features an exquisite Royal AU, a great Teacher AU and a gorgeous cricket AU, which is not a sentence I ever thought I'd type...

Sad songs & Too much gin by fox_this_lap

Alex is done with Saturday nights. He doesn’t want to sing sad songs and drink too much gin anymore. No matter how dry it is, he still finds tears to shed.

Don't want to give any spoilers but just a sweet yet angsty ride with a happy ending!

Bonus rec because its Galex but a heavy side order of Lando...

Cyanotypes

And why do George and Alex have to be like that around each other all the time? It’s highly unpleasant and inconvenient how it makes Lando think when he wouldn’t want to.

Voyeur Lando fic, but it's Galex and it's hot and it's still worth your time!

[yuramour]

✿ LOVE LANGUAGE — F1 GRID

synopsis. how the grid shows their love pairing. f1 grid x reader (ft. mv1, yt22, ln4, op81, gr63, ka12, cl16, lh44, dr3, aa23, cs55, ob87, ih6, jd7) genre. pure fluff warnings. just some fluffy headcanons, established relationships ig wc. 2.8k (around 200 each)

a/n. TEEHEE MY FIRST F1 HEADCANONS I HOPE YALL LIKE (special thanks to @bear-yawns for giving me this idea & to @revelauver for the oscar and kimi ideas)

MAX VERSTAPPEN

✿ acts of service

for max, it's the simple things. helping you bring in your groceries, opening a jar of jam for you, opening the car door for you, whatever. it all just comes naturally to him- he doesn't even really register what he's doing. but it's like he knows what you need without you ever having to say it. one day you came home from work, and the little light in your car indicating that you needed an oil change lit up. you opted to ignore it for now, deciding you'd get it done at a later date, and went on with the rest of your day. a couple hours later, you heard the door close, and max walked into the living room where you were watching tv. you asked where he was, and he replied "i was just out changing the oil in your car." as if it were no big deal. you hadn't even told him you needed an oil change, but without you even needing to ask, without any incentive, he just went out and did it himself. just because it was something you needed done.

YUKI TSUNODA

✿ physical touch

despite being an avid PDA hater- and if you asked, he'd fully deny it- but really, if he could, yuki would make it so he could be attached to you 24/7. there's nothing he loves more than having his arms wrapped around you. you'd never guess it by looking at the way the two of you interact in public; doing no more than standing close together. but in private, yuki practically lives with his arms around your waist or with his hand in yours. you're standing at the stove making dinner? he's standing behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, his arms around your waist. you're laying in bed in the middle of a saturday afternoon doomscrolling on your phone? he's laying right down with you, your chest acting as a pillow for his head as he watches a youtube video. if any of his friends saw the way you two interacted in private, their jaws would be on the floor- and yuki would never hear the end of it. so he's happy to keep the affection behind closed doors.

LANDO NORRIS

✿ acts of service

not only is this man a clingy mf, he will not let you do ANYTHING. he'll cut your steak for you, pull out chairs for you, fold your laundry for you, he will quite literally jump out of the drivers seat and run around the car to open the passenger door for you. you swear that he'd brush your teeth for you if you'd let him. mans absolutely worships the ground you walk on. and while it may be mildly annoying sometimes, your favorite moments are the softer slower moments at the end of the day. he'll wash your hair for you in the shower, line up your skincare products on the counter and put them away when you're done with them. he'll massage your shoulders as you apply lotion on your arms and legs, and he'll double-check with you to make sure the temperature in the room is comfortable for you before he settles into bed alongside you- adjusting the thermostat accordingly. while his will to make sure you never lift a finger irritates you on occasion, you just consider yourself lucky to have found someone that loves and cares for you the way lando does.

OSCAR PIASTRI

✿ quality time

mr. piastri for sure goes along with acts of service, as well. bc this man is LOYAL. almost to a fault, tbh. this man is convinced that you're his good luck charm. he'll ask you to come to every single race, even if he knows you can't- he just likes to ask anyway. and when you can't come, before every race, he'll stare longingly at that little polaroid photo of you he keeps in his wallet. but oscar knows that the key to a healthy relationship is mutual respect. so trust he will be flying out to see you whenever he gets the chance. he's a firm believer that your life, schooling, and career is just as important as his. this man is calculated with it, too. he's always keeping track of the time difference between you two so that he only calls and texts when he knows you're available- even if it means sacrificing his sleep schedule a bit. but when you're together, things are easy. he doesn't need to take you out to fancy restaurants in italy, or buy you designer handbags for you to know that he absolutely adores you. all you have to do is look his way when you're watching tv on the couch together, and catch him staring at you with that stupid love-struck look on his face for you to know that you're everything to him.

CHARLES LECLERC

✿ physical touch

with charles, his way of showing affection is subtle, fleeting, most people wouldn't even notice the way his hand ghosts across your lower back as he passes by you, or the way he keeps his knee touching yours when you sit next to each other. for charles, physical affection doesn't have to mean being as close together as possible, for him, it means your feet resting on his lap as you two watch tv in the living room together, it means him brushing your hair behind your ear at random times, it means pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles as his pre-race ritual. with charles, physical touch is soft, it's romantic, and most importantly; it's meaningful. every little touch means something- even if he's not quite sure what.

LEWIS HAMILTON

✿ gift giving

now, i know you might think that means him buying you luxury items, designer clothes, and fancy dinners- and all that does in fact going along with dating the lewis hamilton, but you already know he's more thoughtful than that. his gifts come from the heart- everything is personalized exactly to your taste. when you first moved in together, you asked him to buy some new plates, and he remembered from your first date years ago when you mentioned briefly that you loved the plates from the restaurant he took you to. so of course, he tracked down where the restaurant got their plates from so you could have them in your home. valentine's day with this man is absolutely unparalleled- little handmade gifts and notes throughout the day, leading up to a quiet homemade dinner and the final gift of a one-of-a-kind necklace that he had custom ordered just for you. every gift from lewis is special, because he knows you and what you love.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

✿ physical touch

good luck trying to keep this man off of you. like, seriously. hands all over all the time. absolutely unashamed about it, too. whether in the privacy of your own home, or in the paddock where everyone can see, this man will be copping a feel in one way or another. honestly, it's more of a comfort/security thing than anything else. he feels most at ease when he's got a hand on you- not only is it a comfort for him to feel your warm skin in his hands, but it means he knows you're right there, and you're safe. but of course, if he ever gets even the tiniest sense that you're uncomfortable with him touching you, he'll stop immediately. no questions asked. one time you expressed your appreciation for him understanding and respecting your boundaries and he was just like, "???that's literally the bare minimum tho???" daniel is at his happiest knowing that you're safe and comfortable. and the only way he sees he can assure that is to have you in his arms as often as he physically can.

GEORGE RUSSELL

✿ acts of service

i fear this man will not rest until he knows that you're completely taken care of. if george comes home at the end of the day to find you asleep with dirty dishes still in the sink, trust you will be waking up to a spotless kitchen and a fresh pot of coffee. george not only supports you in your career, but he fully encourages you to go out and live your own life. if you're up late studying for a big exam, he will be bringing you drinks, and snacks, and will ask if you need his help with flashcards or anything. the best part about george's affection is that he's not overbearing with it. he seems to know exactly where your boundaries lie without you even having to tell him.

KIMI ANTONELLI

✿ physical touch

oh, kimi. sweet sweet kimi. while he may seem like just a silly little guy, at his heart, he's an absolute loverboy. in private, there's nothing he loves more than to be laying on the couch with you watching tv- and trust he's big spoon. he basically lives to have his arms around you. and in public, he gets anxious if he's not holding onto you in some way. although some bit of him gets a little bit nervous to be engaging in pda, instead of fully holding onto you as he'd like to, he settles for holding your hand tight. (shoutout liz for giving me this idea) if there's a language barrier between you, he definitely comes up with a secret hand holding language- almost like morse code. every squeeze of your hand meaning a different thing. and whenever you're not around? trust he's calling you like, every ten minutes. i swear, anytime he hears something he thinks you'd find funny, or sees something that reminds him of you, he's calling you. no matter the time. that being said, his love language definitely creeps into words of affirmation. even if you don't speak italian, he'll call you some cute italian petname, or tell you some sweet phrases that you can't understand. but that doesn't matter- he knows what he's saying, and trust- it's either the dumbest shit you've ever heard, or the most romantic thing ever uttered by a human being. no in between.

ALEX ALBON

✿ acts of service

similar to lando- but a bit more laid back. he doesn't have the same clingy energy as mr. norris- but he's still just as obsessed with you. he'd do quite literally anything and everything you ask of him; wash the dishes? already done. take your car out to fill up the tank? you don't even have to ask. take you out for dinner at some fancy expensive restaurant? pls, he's already had reservations for months. although he loves doing things for you, he still respects your independence. he'll always cheer you on, praising you for any and every personal achievement you made without his help. alex would do literally anything you ask of him, but he believes that all relationships involve give-and-take. so rather than doing everything for you, he loves to do everything with you.

CARLOS SAINZ

✿ words of affirmation

there will never be any room for doubt in your relationship with carlos, because he will always tell you how much he adores you. his communication is absolutely off the charts, istg. all "pleases" and "thank you's", he'll always let you know how appreciates you are- even with the littlest things. even something as small as you taking the trash out at the end of the day, as soon as you come back inside, you're met with a sweet kiss to the cheek and a murmured "thank you." the way carlos loves so loudly and unconditionally was a little bit jarring to you at first- but you quickly got used to it. not only is he appreciative, but he's observational. any time you change something about your appearance, even just slightly, he notices, and trust, he will be giving you a very specific compliment about it. carlos makes you feel seen, heard, loved, and appreciated more than anyone else. you wake up every morning and go to sleep every night to the sound of carlos telling you he loves you, and whispering some sweet spanish phrase to you- even if you can't understand it. and you wouldn't give that up for the world.

OLLIE BEARMAN

✿ acts of service

ollie is simple with it. almost mindless. maybe it's the older brother in him, but the way he goes out of his way to make your life as easy as possible is almost mindless to him. whether it be holding out his arm for you to grab onto while walking in heels, holding open doors for you, or paying every time you go out, he just does it without thinking. it's just so obvious to him. like, he's your boyfriend, of course he's going to pay for you? he's your boyfriend, of course he's going to fly you out because you mentioned missing him? he's your boyfriend, of course he's going to get reservations at that restaurant you briefly mentioned in passing one time? his love for you is so entirely pure and unconditional, you could never be a burden to him. and if you ever mention feeling as such, or feeling inadequate, he's just more confused than anything. the way he sees it is that he's wholly yours, and it's his responsibility to do anything and everything to keep you happy, safe, and comfortable. even if all you need is one of those tight bear hugs of his, he's more than happy to give you one. because truly, if you're happy, he's happy.

ISACK HADJAR

✿ physical touch

i mean, have you seen him? by him, i mean his arms? those arms were made to be wrapped around the person he loves. okay but on a real note, isack just gives me the vibes of like, sweet clingy introvert who needs to be holding onto your hand at all times. but, he absolutely cannot do pda. like, he just can't. so in public, he keeps such a respectable distance between you two, it's almost odd to the outside viewer. but in private, he's practically glued to you. he's like a cat in the way that whenever you're doing literally anything, even just like, washing the dishes, he will come up to you, snake his way between you and the counter, and wrap his arms around you tightly, pulling your chest into his and burying his face in your neck. despite adamantly denying being a little spoon, every night, despite starting out behind you, his arms around your waist, fingers drawing light circles into you skin, you somehow end up almost facing each other, his face digging into your shoulder, and your hands in his hair, playing with the short curls. if you ever asked him, he would flush and tell you that never happened, but it did. every single night. and he loved it.

JACK DOOHAN

✿ quality time

god, jack is so boyfriend. if anything, jack much prefers staying in than going out. while he's happy to go wherever you lead; the beach, a nice restaurant, the grocery store, some random lookout point you'd found while driving around aimlessly, he's just happy as long as he's with you. but truly, he's at his happiest when the two of you are laying on his bed, the tv on the wall playing some corny show that you loved to make fun of together. you don't even need to be touching (although he's a d1 big spoon), he just gets so much energy from being in your presence. genuinely, if any of the men on here are a "golden retriever boyfriend" type, it's jack. you could go to hell and back, and he'd follow you the whole way through. as long as he's with you, he could face anything and everything with a smile on his face.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙baby fever | GR63˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: george russell x wolff!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: jus insanely fluffy, some sexual innuendo

summary: in which your boyfriend becoming an uncle sends your hormones into overdrive

a/n: idk who the baby is irl btw HAHAH jus guessing & im too lazy to find out doing whatever i want for the plot sooo jus allow it

request!!!: could i request something with george russell dating wolff!reader? anything cute and fluffy tbh

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user1 "i have a crush on him" LOL same girl same

user2 omg yay a y/n post who cheered

user3 so aesthetic

lilymhe miss you!

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user4 y/n being a simp for george is jus so real

user5 hahah i bet toto loves it

user6 do u think she made that 5th pic

user7 oh 100% she did

user8 biggest gr63 simp on planet earth

susie_wolff the first picture is blurry, y/n

ynwolff i know lol

susie_wolff oh interesting choice

ynwolff 🤨

user9 LOL

georgerussell63 i have an even bigger crush on you x

ynwolff riiiight 🤨

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user15 y/n is gonna love this

user16 this is so romantic

user17 vacation george >>>>>>

user18 dog, gf, baby? he's somehow got it all

susie_wolff such lovely pictures

georgerussell63 only because y/n is in them!

user19 number 1 y/n simp goes to.....

user20 me tbh

ynwolff delete this. a lot of people are crying

georgerussell63 you okay?

ynwolff no you know how i feel about this

user21 LOLLL

user22 "i need him to impregnate me stat"

ynwolff dont remind me of this

georgerussell63 😂 no comment

user23 oh y/n how we love you

user24 y/n best & most realest wag ever

user25 y/n is so lucky

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user30 hahahahahahahahahahahaha

user31 the caption 😭

user32 she's so real oh my god

user33 hope toto doesn't know about all this 😂

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user34 HAHA Y/N STOP

user35 "daddy" 😭 what hahahaha

georgerussell63 behave

ynwolff 😇

yourbff Y/N

ynwolf 🥹

yourbff ur gonna get in trouble

susie_wolff i wont be showing your dad this

ynwolff i have no regrets

alex_albon the media training is working then?

ynwolff for sure!

user36 LOLLL alex

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user38 oh thank god

user39 our girl is back

user40 one of us always

alex_albon george all of your posts are just y/n fan pages

ynwolff as it should be tbh

georgerussell63 yea & what about it

lilymhe you should give it a go alex

user41 LOLLLLLL

user42 the selfie w toto hahahahaha

user43 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

landonorris has y/n ever considered a private account?

georgerussell63 now where's the fun in that?

ynwolff wait why does he have a point

user44 LOL

user45 nooo y/n

ynwolff SHUSHHHHH

ynwolff my dad hates you

ynwolff i dont though

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[chilling-seavey]

The Sunshine State (gr63)

↳ A/N Happy Miami GP Weekend! Even from up here in cold Canada, the vibes of this particular race weekend always hit the hardest. Pulled this little something out of the vault to celebrate :)

↳ Summary: George is in Florida for the Miami Grand Prix and brings you along with him for a bit of a vacation for yourself, but even in the excitement of the Sunshine State, mornings always prove the hardest to face without some sort of motive.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 6.9k

↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, wandering hands, thigh riding/grinding, use of lube, handjobs, fingering, nipple play, plethora of petnames, degradation (names like 'slut' or 'whore'), riding, one or two fleeting uses of 'sir', spanking, dirty talk, one minor hint towards impregnation kink but only in passing, some restraining with hands, minor cum play, unprotected sex, mentions of queefs and other natural occurrences, finger sucking, way too much description of George Russell laying naked in the sunlight.

“Hey, sunshine.” 

With a tired sigh, George dropped his bag beside the wall as the hotel room door shut behind him. You had closed your laptop at the sound of the key in the door and it was already tucked away on the ground when he had emerged from around the corner, leaving your hands free to hold out your arms to him. 

George smiled gently at you and slipped off his shoes as he took the three short steps to the end of the king size bed and knelt up on the end to shuffle towards you, “Hey, sweetheart.” 

He was so obviously tired but gracious for your welcoming arms as he flopped on top of you and snaked his arms around your waist. His heavy, relieved sigh had you smiling and you held him close for a moment, feeling the warmth of his body that had seeped into his clothing from the Florida heat outside, even after the sun had gone down. 

In preparation for his long awaited return, you had closed the curtains and turned on the bedside lamps and got yourself propped up in bed to wait for him, slouched back against the pillows and headboard. He was a bit later than expected coming back to the hotel room but that wasn’t new - it was often that time got away from him and the team after a long day at the circuit, going over final details for the race weekend. You at least had the pleasure of joining him this time. 

Despite his busy schedule, he seemed to master the balance of work and pleasure as you never once felt like he was leaving you alone for too long. The quiet evenings were almost better than the busy evenings as he returned to the room and to your arms with nothing but the strongest desire to cuddle and nothing was better than that, you were sure. 

“How was today?” you asked, sliding your hand up his arm and into his soft brown waves, swept messily by the ocean breeze. 

“So good.” George mumbled into your chest as his eyes started to close from the first graze of your fingers in his hair. His lips were pouted sleepily and his cheek was squished against your body, muffling his added, “So promising.”

“I’m glad.” you praised gently. 

Your fingers scratched tenderly over his scalp, twirling his hair between them and combed the wavy strands back from his tired face. George hummed softly in appreciation and nuzzled into you more, tucked up between your legs on top of the fluffy hotel sheets. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he smiled sleepily and tightened his arms around your middle. 

“Would you like me to say I missed you today or I didn’t miss you at all today?” you asked teasingly. Being a little joke between the two of you as you never wanted to make him feel badly for having to get his work done. 

“You missed me.” George mumbled. 

“Good, because that’s the truth.” you whispered and kissed his head again. 

“I missed you too.” George breathed, his voice soft and sweet.

The flutter in your heart was unmissable and you hid your cheesy grin into his messy hair that still smelt like the ocean breeze, “You’re so cute.” 

There was no reply so you leaned your head slightly to glance at his face only to see him already starting to drift to sleep in your arms and on top of the sheets. His body just grew heavier on top of you second by second as he eased out of consciousness and you rubbed his back a little and he moulded right into you. 

“Come on, sunshine,” you whispered and carefully started to push his light jacket from his shoulders, “come to bed.”

Stirring, George groaned gently, his voice thick, “I’m in bed.” 

He rotated between your legs slightly so you could pull his jacket off and although it took some effort on your end, it was soon tossed to the floor to be dealt with in the morning. Resting on his back against your chest, George let you do as you wished and you reached down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans as his arms draped above his head to wrap his hands around the back of your neck. 

“Mm, buy me dinner first.” he mumbled sleepily, giggling softly at his own joke as you pushed his jeans down his thighs. 

“You’re so funny.” you humoured him quietly while you struggled to reach farther down to get his jeans off completely, “Kick them off, love.” 

George, eyes still closed with impending sleep, thrashed his feet around just enough to somehow manage to get his jeans off his calves and they dropped to the floor off the end of the bed. He sighed heavily and you shuffled the blankets down from underneath him as he shifted off of you to climb under the sheets at your side instead and you tucked them around him. 

“I’m big spoon.” he called sweetly as you reached over to turn off the bedside lamp. 

When you glanced back over at him, he was holding out his arm already, sheets raised for you, peeking at you through one half opened eye expectantly through the darkened hotel room. 

“Who says?” you retorted. 

“Me.” 

“What if I wanted to be big spoon?”

“You can tomorrow. It’s my turn tonight.” George whispered. 

“You’re always the big spoon.” you argued softly, shuffling closer towards him under the sheets and, in surrender, turned around so your back was to him. 

“So what?” George grumbled lightheartedly and wrapped his arm and the blankets around your body. “It’s my favourite.”

“You’re my favourite.” you whispered. 

He poked his head up over your shoulder and you looked up at him through the dark just long enough to see the hint of a smile on his face before he was nuzzling his face into your neck and kissed your skin, “I love you.”

“I love you, my sunshine.” you replied softly and let your fingers lace with his around your middle, falling once again into the comfort of his familiar warm embrace, “I’m so proud of you.”

Sometime in the night, you and George had rolled apart, occupying opposite sides of the king size bed without so much as touching each other one bit. That only meant that it was natural for you to feel a little empty when you rose into consciousness and didn’t have the blessing of your boyfriend’s arms around you. The sight of him was a reassuring treat though as you opened your eyes to the faintly lit hotel room to see the silhouetted form of George’s sleeping body just inches away from you. He had another busy day ahead of him but, selfishly, part of you wanted to just keep him to yourself and explore the area…the beaches…the city…anywhere together. He always worked so hard. 

You swam towards him through the vast expanse of white sheets, pulling yourself by the linens until you were at his side and your hand glided over the white material of his t-shirt still left over from the day before. His relaxed heartbeat thudded under your palm and you cuddled against his chest as he was facing towards you fast asleep. 

George’s soft sleepy hum made you smile and he draped an arm around your waist to pull you close until your bodies and limbs were tangled together and the sheets embraced you as one. You inhaled him deeply, nuzzling into his neck to feel him closer, surrounding yourself with the senses of his body that always felt like home to you. Like sunshine. 

His steady breaths were calming and you shut your eyes again in the safety of his embrace as if to expect to fall back asleep for the rest of the morning. Maybe if you stayed quiet you wouldn’t have to accept that there were things to do that day.

“Good morning, my love.” George whispered, his voice deep and thick with sleep and even though he cleared his throat gently, you just pulled your man closer. 

“Morning, sunshine.” you breathed. 

“I didn’t get a kiss last night.” he admitted quietly. 

You leaned your head back slightly to look at his face, processing the truth of his words, and then shuffled up a bit higher on the pillow to give yourself room to freely kiss his waiting lips. George smiled slightly, his pretty pink lips perking up in the corners, and he brushed the tip of his nose against yours before kissing your lips in return. The third time you both leaned in, you met a bit sharper than anticipated but you shared light laughter and your arm linked around the back of his neck and pulled his body closer as your lips locked like second nature. 

His fingers trailed down the bumps of your spine over your shirt and then slid underneath the hem at the bottom before moving back up the same path, leaving goosebumps over your bare skin in the process. You could taste the sleep on his tongue and the tiredness in his kisses but after being together for so long, sharing a bed, arguably sharing a life, nothing was to be fazed anymore. 

His messy brown hair called to your fingers and as you scratched gently along the soft hair at the nape of his neck, he moaned quietly into your kiss. George’s full hand was pressed against your back under your shirt as if to hold you close and as you shared long lingering kisses of lips and tongue, you tucked your leg around his two. It was the ideal way to greet the morning: to kiss yourselves awake. But it made the idea of having to get up feel even more than foreign. 

Under the sheets, George’s thigh nudged up between your legs a bit more almost like an open invitation and you shifted in his arms to take to rubbing yourself casually against his bare thigh. You held his lips on yours by the back of his neck and he let his tongue push against yours hungrily as your bodies moulded into one under the warm white bed sheets. The tight muscle of his thigh felt shamefully far too good under your clothed pussy that had missed the heat of his touch for a few days and you kept those small rotations of your hips against his leg. You both shared heavy breaths and trailing hands and you gripped onto the back of his white t-shirt to try and tug him even closer. 

“George.” you whispered into his mouth, as if keeping him present. 

There wasn’t any other place he would rather be, however. 

He shifted slightly beside you and leaned up on his arm to raise over top of you just enough to push his leg farther between yours and kiss you right down into the pillows. You moaned sweetly into his mouth, cupping his jaw with your other hand as you used your grip on his shirt to help pull you along on his thigh. Nothing but silence in the hotel room for two, you swore he was going to hear your thudding heartbeat behind the soft wet sounds of your passionate kisses and the discreet shuffle of sheets around your bodies. 

His hand slid down your back and he grabbed your ass, pulling you into your motions stronger and he shared in your soft groan. 

“Baby,” he breathed into your mouth between your deep kisses. His fingers pressed into your ass a little tighter and he almost started to grind right with you, smothering his growing urgency with another moan against your tongue. George gladly welcomed your pull at his shirt and the back of his neck, permitting you any part of him you desired in that moment as you were so obviously guided by lust; who was he to say no? 

He could nearly feel the warmth between your legs and how you slid your closed pussy against his thigh like you were going to make yourself cum from just that had him getting harder than he’d have liked to admit. And maybe your own thigh felt a bit too good against his crotch as he let himself rock his hips against yours a little and his movement had you biting down on his bottom lip with a moan. 

“Fuck, baby.” George pulled back from your kiss breathless.

Without wasting a moment, he pushed down the sheets around you both as the temperature rose between you. He let his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watched you grind on his thigh and he danced his fingertip up over your hip and snapped the waistband of your panties back against your skin, urging a small gasp from your throat. Missing his lips, you took to his neck instead, trailing open mouthed lingering kisses over his warm skin and let your greedy hands glide all over him despite the shirt that he still wore, nearly begging for him to touch you. 

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.” George groaned lightly, “You’re so gorgeous…I’m already so fucking hard.” 

Your only reply was to grab his face and pull his lips back on yours, swallowing up his surprised moan with your lips and devouring them with your tongue. He let you push him flat onto his back and you shifted over top of him so you were draped over his chest to reach his lips as you grazed your hand over the front of his boxers. True to his word, he was already hard and his cock strained pathetically against the thin material of his underwear as you palmed him strongly just to taste more of his pretty low moans on your tongue. 

“Take these off.” you whispered, snapping his waistband in return against the skin of his waist and right away he was dropping a hand to slide his underwear down his legs and he kicked it to the floor. His lips barely left yours, even as he pulled the hem of his shirt up to give you room to do as you pleased before sliding his hand into the back of your hair. 

His other arm wrapped around your back and he held you close to his body as you kissed yourselves awake. The pair of you fell into your blissful routine of lingering hands and passionate kisses and shamelessly sharing little moans and groans in bliss even at only the slightest of touches. Your taunting hand resting still on his lower stomach was driving him crazy but he didn’t outright admit that, not until you gently scratched your fingers across the thin line of hair there and his muscles physically flinched. 

“Touch me.” George breathed into your mouth, chasing your kisses like alcohol when you tried to back up. 

“Okay…I gotta get the lube.” you whispered, anchoring yourself on his chest as he tried to hold you down for a moment longer. 

His lips smacked wetly with yours and his urgency had you grinning into his kiss as his hands rubbed up your back and he finally pulled back with an impatient sigh, “And open the curtains…I wanna watch you.”

Without another word, you shuffled off the end of the bed and tugged open the curtains that hid the view of the Miami beaches, sending warm tidal waves of sunlight into the once near dark hotel room. The both of you squinted slightly in the sudden light but there was nothing more inviting than the Sunshine State’s sunlight to greet the morning with. It only livened up the light painted hotel room and George pulled off his shirt excitedly as you stopped by your shared suitcase and snagged the half empty bottle of lube on the way back to bed. 

Now privy to him in the daylight, you knelt up on the king size bed with the sheets almost falling off the end around you, and took a second to just drink him up. You loved George in anything, but you especially loved him naked…waiting for you…that sweet smile of his on his pretty pink lips. With him like that, everything felt different, like you weren’t more than just a single entity of true humanistic desire of natural man and woman. The mere sight of him made you near primal, craving, indulging in the brightness that he brought to your life in every single way possible. 

George thrived in the sunlight, you swore, and as he laid draped out for you in the middle of the hotel bed, it was only a fact that there was nothing more breathtaking in the world. His dick was achingly hard and rested up almost against the skin of his stomach so you didn’t waste time as you popped the cap on the bottle of lube and poured some onto your hand while crawling on your knees across the mattress towards him. 

As you leaned over him to set the re-capped bottle on the nightstand, George leaned in and wrapped his lips around your nipple through the material of your shirt, tonguing at it for just a second before pulling back and looking up to your face, his arms snaking around your body once more. You dipped down to kiss him sloppily as you shifted back into the same position you were in before—right at his side—and his lips simply followed yours wherever you moved and you were cautious of the lube in your hand as you rubbed it between your fingers and palm. 

George’s arm tucked itself under your body and rested his hand on your shoulder as you shared passionate kisses and your fingers teased the tip of his dick. His heavy exhale had you giggling softly into your kiss and he pushed his lips harder on yours as if to distract himself from your teasing. You finally wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and slowly stroked upwards, pulling a deep groan from his chest that you swallowed up with kisses to his plush lips. 

With slow but strong pumps of your hand, your kisses only seemed to mould into that same speed and passion- slow and deep and purposeful. The lube squelched filthily under your hand and it only urged you to drape your leg over his and try to get some of the agonizing pressure lessened between your legs by finding that friction that had raised you into consciousness mere moments before. George’s arm slung around your shoulders to pull your body closer, his other hand sliding down your back to grope a handful of your ass as you started to grind against his thigh again, mirroring the speed of your hand almost perfectly. 

As taunting as it was for him, it was for you too, as the replication of what could be a proper morning hookup was resorted down to a hand-job and thigh grinding. George nibbled at your bottom lip a little between messy kisses and you pushed your tongue eagerly into his mouth, dying to taste more of his soft moans in the morning sunlight. His fingertips danced across your waist and your hip and the bottom of your spine, inching up the hem of your shirt before tracing the curve of your ass. Kisses only seemed to grow louder as the seconds passed and soon George was linking a finger in the back of your panties and tugging them to the side.

“Oh my God.” you mumbled into his mouth, muffled by his tongue, and you took your hand from his dick to help tug your panties to the side completely, letting your damp skin touch his thigh without barriers. But right away you were back to your slow twisting strokes, slicking him up in lube until he was dripping precum and groaning into your mouth. His fingers only slipped themselves between your cheeks and right down to your pussy just to feel how wet you were. The fact that you were completely soaked only had his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer. 

Both of you could hardly breathe between your passionate kisses but neither of you wanted to stop, too hung up on each other’s lips to even think about choosing air as the priority. You just linked your leg tighter around his and ground on him harder, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of your aching clit rubbing freely against his warm muscular thigh. You were a mess of limbs side by side, half intertwined, and George teased his fingertips around your pussy to slick them up in your arousal a little more before he wiggled one inside you. 

You swore breathily into his mouth and finally pulled back from his lips with one more wet kiss as your eyes met. You both bit your lips at the same time, sparking soft laughter between you as you each lazily used your hands on each other in the Florida sunshine that flooded the hotel room. 

“You’re so pretty.” you whispered. 

“You’re beautiful.” George whispered back. 

You both leaned in for a few more quick kisses until you were shifting impatiently at his side and his finger slipped out of you before he could even attempt to add a second. He seemed to read your mind as he let you push off your panties completely and then right away reached for your thigh and helped to swing your leg over his body. As you adjusted yourself onto your feet to squat over him, he shuffled farther down the mattress so he was laying flat once more and his careful hands helped to keep you balanced on top of him. 

“This,” you said softly, hands holding steady on his chest as he kept his fingers wrapped around your forearms, “is my happy place.” 

George smiled up at you, egging you on, “Where?” 

“On top of you.” you admitted and slowly leaned down to kiss his lips. 

You shared soft giggles together between gentle kisses before you were straightening up again and reached between your parted legs to grab hold of his dick. You stroked him slowly but strongly with your hand still coated in lube and then brushed the tip of his cock between your wet folds. George’s deep anticipatory groan felt warm all over you but he let you take your time to guide him inside you. 

The moment the head of his cock pushed past the entrance of your tight pussy, the two of you shared soft gasps and instant eye contact, lingering on that ever present connection of love that flowed between you. George’s hands found the bottom of your shirt and he lifted it up and over your head to discard the last piece of clothing to the floor, giving his eyes and his hands ample room to admire your breasts. He groped them in his palms as you kept yourself lowering down on his large cock but his eyes stayed locked on your face. 

“Good girl.” George whispered. “God, you feel so incredible.” 

Easing down on him, you were quiet for a moment in near concentration, hands pressed down against his chest for stability and your eyes dropped between you to watch yourself take him inside little by little. The sting over your hips was familiar and agonizingly perfect and to permit yourself deeper, you stopped about halfway to give him a few tiny bounces. 

“Mm, fuck.” George huffed out, his hands moving to drape behind his head and let you do all the work for the both of you. 

It was a responsibility you took proudly. 

“Fuck,” you sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear when you looked back up to meet his gaze, “you’re huge.” 

“You can take it.” he said sweetly yet laced with an obvious cockiness at your statement and reached out a hand to stroke your cheek. “Come on, baby girl.”

With a gentle swivel of your hips, your ass finally met his thighs, welcoming his dick completely inside you. You hummed softly at the warm stretch across your hips and as you squared your shoulders again, hand sliding down his chest and eyes falling closed, you took a moment to bask in the morning Florida sun and the fullness that he pushed deep within you. The ache slowly melted away into that familiar blissful sensation of pleasure from being stretched and filled and you could cross your heart that no feeling was better in the world. 

“I swear you’re made for me.” you breathed into the air as your head fell back in the streaks of morning sun. 

George laughed softly and slid his hands up your arms that stemmed from their anchoring on his chest and he grabbed onto your biceps gently, “I think I am.” 

You raised your head up again to meet his gaze, “Made for me?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you feel that warmth too?”

“I feel everything.”

You smiled down at him and pet a hand through his hair and across his cheek and back to his chest adoringly, taking in the rays of morning sun that blessed his golden skin. You stayed perfectly still for a moment, just staring at him and each slight curve of his face that formed him into the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. There was no one else for you. Why would there be when you had George all to yourself? He was the equivalent to your Florida sunshine. 

“My love,” George gave your hips a little squeeze, “I love watching you take it all in but I’m gonna go fucking crazy if you don’t start moving soon.” 

You smiled sweetly at him, sharing a silent apology by the caress of your hands down his chest, and then slowly pushed yourself up just to sink back down on him. George’s teeth captured his bottom lip through a soft groan as he stared up at you, letting you set the pace yourself. His arms tucked behind his head again casually, leaving himself spread for you to do with as you pleased. 

You moved in slow shallow bounces, taking his cock as deep as it could go every time you bottomed out until you were both sharing soft moans and heavy breaths, only growing with time. It was easier to move while crouched over him on your feet and with your hands pressed to his abs and chest for stability, you could really start to get a rhythm going. As your intensity grew, so did the volume of your slick skin meeting on each downstroke and George’s deep groan filled your heart with warmth as he watched your every move. 

“Fuck, baby, just like that.” he praised lowly. 

You flicked your hair over your shoulder to give you space to stare down at his body greedily, soaking him up with your hands as you rode him almost gracefully, slowly, precisely. With the sheets pushed to the end of the bed, you were nothing but two naked forms joined together in the sunlight of the open curtains, given privacy by the height of the hotel floor you inhabited for the weekend. Despite the heightened view of the beaches just beyond your window, your gaze was drawn to nothing else but the man beneath you and his own hint of the ocean that lived in his eyes and the sunlight that made up his soul. 

You shared soft moans together, hands tracing skin and eyes following curves of bodies. George reached out to touch you again, using one careful hand to trace your collarbones and down to your chest and he gently pinched one of your nipples between his fingers. 

“Oh my God.” you breathed softly. 

Your audible praise had George propping himself up on his other hand to lean forward and wrap his lips around your nipple instead. His shift beneath you had his cock nudging deeper inside you and you shuttered softly as you gripped onto his shoulders, stalling for a moment. 

George pulled back from your breast with a small pop and his arm around your back tried to pull you into your motions again, “Keep going, baby.” 

You slumped to your knees from your feet on either side of his lap and right away started to roll your hips against his in strong purposeful circles that had you rising up and lowering down slightly in the same motion. George’s pleased moan reverberated against your breast as he sucked on your flesh and tongued at your nipple, only harmonizing perfectly with your own sweet moans and whimpers. 

His mouth felt good on your chest but you craved his lips on yours more and you set a hand under his chin to tilt his head up and you dipped down to kiss him hungrily. George’s deep groan at the surprise of your kiss only had your hips grinding down harder on him, addicted to that friction of his skin against yours. You pushed your tongue against his, urging his hand to the back of your neck to keep you there as your passion flowed into your kisses just as strongly as it flowed between you. 

Your fingers tangled in the back of his hair, clutching onto him as you swirled your hips faster down on him, desperate for more, moaning shamelessly into his mouth. George kept his hand on the back of your neck so as he gently laid down again, you were forced to follow him, your lips locked in sloppy breathless kisses and your bodies pressed together warmly. 

Now laying on top of him, knees pressed on either side, you started to rock back and forth on him, tumbling whimpers into his mouth as the new angle had the tip of his dick pressing into perfect spots deep inside you. Driven by lust, you only forced yourself faster, barely kissing him anymore as your desire for cock out weighed the sweet bliss of his lips and you merely breathed into his mouth as you fucked yourself back on him. 

“Fuck yeah.” you whined softly, fingers tangling in the fabric of the pillow case on either side of his head. 

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” George whispered tauntingly to you with his hands rubbing across your hips and ass as if to guide your movements back onto him, “Just wanna ride my dick like a pretty fucking whore?”

“Oh, God, please, sir.” you breathed desperately. 

“Yeah, you look like a fucking goddess.” George complimented lowly, pausing just long enough to spank you, “So fucking beautiful.” 

You moved one hand back to his chest as if to give yourself more leverage to try and bounce your hips on his in that flat position but the amount that you wanted didn’t seem to be met by anything that you were trying. George leaned up just slightly to get his lips back on yours, distracting you with his kiss as he slowed you down with his hands on your ass and then shifted underneath you to get his feet planted flat on the mattress. His hands held tightly to your hips and he gently pushed up into you. 

Your gasp broke your kiss with a pleading, “Please, George.” 

George’s soft grunt fell against your cheek as he thrusted up into you again and you gripped both hands down into the pillows beside him in anticipation for more. He took it slow, taunting you with a few slow thrusts up into your dripping pussy until you could hear him holding himself back with strained breaths against your skin. 

With a final spank to your ass, he was gripping your hips again and starting to pound you from below. Your squealing gasp had him groaning deeply as he held you tightly in place and his skin slapped filthily with yours, wetter and wetter with lube and your plentiful arousal welcoming him in.

“Yes!” you cried out, “Yes! Fuck, baby!”

The securely built bed barely made a single noise beneath you no matter how hard George was taking it but all you could focus on was the incredible feeling of him fucking you hard. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed his touch after a few busy days but it seemed as though you missed him taking over and fucking you much more. 

George only pushed himself faster, grunting softly against your ear as he rammed up into you greedily, forcing a pitchy blissful chant to tumble from your mouth, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

It was like he was fucking the words from your mouth, turning you into a messy uncontrollable mumble of random words and sounds of pleasure in steady time with the clap of his skin against yours and the thick wet sound of your pussy sucking him in again and again. With your forearms pressed to the pillow on either side of him, you tangled your fingers in his hair as if to cradle his head and let your eyes burn into his. 

“Good girl.” George praised through his teeth, his breath falling shallow quickly. “Take it.”

“Don’t stop!” you cried out softly. “Fuck!”

His loud groan was incredible and you swore you felt it in every inch of your body, your fingers gripping tighter to his hair which only made him louder. You were each other’s perfect match in volume, nothing too loud as to disturb neighbouring rooms but just loud enough to help edge each other on a little more. 

“Fuckin’ love this pussy.” George groaned, still pounding up into you carnally as his fingers pressed into the flesh of your hips. He was nearly tugging you into each thrust, harder and faster, until he was tossing one arm around your shoulders to hold your body right down on his. 

“George!” you sobbed out, dropping your face into his neck. “Fuck! Yes!”

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he spoke lowly against your ear. “You gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Please!” you moaned loudly, tugging at his hair strongly, “Please make me cum!” 

“Okay. Come on.” George mumbled, almost just to himself, and shifted your bent legs higher up on either side of him as he thrusted up into you. The lewd wet sound of your bodies together was nearly making you dizzy and you arched down on him slightly to feel more of him, clutching onto his brown hair and whimpering loudly into his neck. 

“Oh, fuck! Right there!” you gasped out. 

“Feel it.” George ordered against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “Feel how fucking big I am inside you? Reaching all the right spots? Like I’m made for you? That’s what you said. Yeah. This dick is yours.”

“Fuck, I’m so close.” you whimpered. 

“I want you to cum for me, sweetheart.” George whispered, “I want you to fucking cum. I want you to cum so fucking hard for me that you physically hold me inside you.”

“Oh my God-“ you cried. 

“Yeah, you want that? I can feel your pussy gripping down already.” George groaned, his words strained through his exertion but he didn’t dare stop his forceful pounding, “Want me to cum inside you? Fucking knock you up?”

“George-“

“Better cum for me.”

“Sir-“

“Cum.”

One hand flew out to the headboard and you gripped the top in a tight fist as you fell under his control, your body easily falling into his demands as you reached that blissful peak. George held you down against his chest, still thrusting up into you even when you tried to shift away in rising overwhelm. 

“Fuck!” you gasped through it, rocking back on him a little as your body tensed and you kept your hands laced in the back of his hair, breath falling against his cheek. “George-” 

“Good girl.” he praised through his teeth, “Shit, I’m gonna cum-” 

“Gimme it.” you pleaded softly, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm clenching down around his throbbing cock. 

Only seconds later, and a few more thrusts, George was gripping your hips and holding you flush down on his lap as he came, tossing his head back against the sun soaked pillows with a loud moan, eyes screwed shut. You ground down on him in tight circles to work him through it despite the sensitivity of your entire tingling body as the feeling of that first warm spurt releasing inside you was far more addicting. 

“Fuck.” George groaned, his heels pressing into the mattress as he came and he bucked up sloppily and pathetically into your body a few more times, just to feel you all as he finished. 

You nearly cradled his head in your hands, blessed with the sight of his orgasm that spread across his flushed cheeks and swollen lips. When he eased out of it, his eyes found yours and right away he was leaning up just enough to kiss you, sliding his hand up your back to grab you by the back of your neck again. You shared pleasurable moans and heavy breaths into your kisses and your hands cascaded down his chest as you sat back from him. 

George hummed softly as he watched you sit up straight and he tucked his arms behind his head again, following your every movement as you secured your balance by your hands on his abs and slowly started to rise up. Trickles of thick white cream slipped down his softening cock as he slipped out of you and a little squeak of air followed. You shared light laughter at the sound and you knelt up over his lap and spread your pussy open between two fingers to let his cum drip back out of you and onto his warm skin, dotting that thin line of hair that dipped down from his navel to the base of his cock. 

George dropped a hand down to smear his fingers between your legs and pushed three inside you just to hear that filthy wet squelch again. He wiggled them deeper and you hummed flatly at the feeling, letting him do as he wished and when he pulled them back out seconds later, another little squeak of air slipped out. 

“Stop making me do that, it’s embarrassing.” you mumbled shyly, pushing his hand away.

“Just means we did a good job.” George tisked sweetly and slid his fingers into your mouth. 

You moaned quietly around them and he hooked his finger in your cheek to pull you down onto the mattress beside him. You pulled off his fingers with a greedy slurp and then cuddled up at his side, letting him wrap that arm around your shoulders instead and he pressed a kiss to your hair as he pulled you closer. 

“I love you.” you whispered. 

“I love you so much more.” George replied. 

“No you don’t.” you corrected as your eyes closed and you wrapped your arm around his middle and tucked one ankle around his. 

He kissed your head again and spoke into your hair, his fingers trailing over your back and shoulders, “Yes, I do.” 

“Prove it.” You merely giggled proudly and leaned in for a kiss but before your lips could meet, his phone rang. 

You sighed but hidden behind your still blissed out smile and George gently nudged your arm and leg from around his naked body so he could go retrieve his phone from his bag from the night before. Without the cover of sheets, you were still comfortable enough in his familiar presence to drape yourself out naked on the king size bed, watching him hop quickly across the hotel room floor to grab his phone. 

George raised it to his ear as his other hand pushed his hair out of his face, “Hey, Alex.”

You couldn’t hear what the conversation on the other side was about but you were too focused on your boyfriend’s beautifully sculpted body in the sunlight that streamed through the window; something about the Florida sky that seemed to have him shimmering in his element. He came around to sit on your side of the bed as he listened to his best friend’s concerns through the phone. 

“Yeah, we’re still meeting after lunch. I only have a quick debrief after practice this morning. Should be ready by 2:30 at the latest.” George answered. 

He leaned in to press a silent kiss to your neck, sliding his arm around your middle to pull your body closer and you giggled quietly at his touch. 

“No, you didn’t wake me. Was up for a while.” George continued, sending you a cheeky little smile and you leaned in to kiss his lips as quietly as you could. He angled his phone so the microphone was farther away as he moved down your neck again and turned to lean his body right over top of yours, falling on top of you right back down against the bed. 

“Working.” George answered his friend into your neck, “Very important work.”

With him so close, you could barely make out Alex’s repeated disbelieving, “Very important work?” through the phone. 

“Mhm. It’s a beautiful day. Had to get started as soon as possible.” George answered as he lifted his head up from your neck again to stare right into your eyes. 

You pressed your hand to his cheek adoringly and he leaned into your touch, sharing smiles together. 

“Now I gotta shower. I’ll see you at the track later.” George hurried out and then shoved the phone at you, “Say bye.”

You called out a far too loud, “Bye Alex!” right into the receiver.

George hung up and then tossed his phone across the mattress to give all his attention to tackling you back down on the bed in a shower of kisses and shared blissful laughter. 

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LABYRINTH - gr63

pairing . . . george russell x fem!reader summary . . . you never actually meant to wish your bother away, but if you wanted him back, you'd have to travel to the goblin king's castle and retrieve him. But maybe you don't go back, maybe the goblin king entices you, and you have to make a decision. warnings . . . literally a labyrinth!au because I watched the movie last night and I watch it consistently every summer, other than that, nothing else. notes . . . i don't remember where this idea came from, I just had the idea of it and decided to make it. also, this is only part 1!! be patient for any other parts. <3

━━━━━━━ YOU HELD YOUR crying younger brother; he was relentless as you pleaded with him to stop. Unbeknownst to you, after you had started your spiel about the goblin king taking him away, you were under watch. Goblins sat around the room in the cover of darkness as you finally laid Toby to rest.

"I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." You spat, flipping off the light and walking away into your room. You paused mere seconds later, silence filled the hall and your father and stepmother's room. Unusual.

The room was the same as before, Toby's crib sat in the middle of the carpet, close to your stepmother's side of the bed. Reaching into the crib whilst expecting the worst, your nightmare came true - Toby was missing.

Suddenly, a flash of lighting elicited an owl to bang against the window of the room you were in. Snarls and weird noises filled the silent air, it left you scared and spinning around in horror. Once the owl broke open the window, it became he.

"You're him, right? You're the Goblin King." Your eyes widened; he stood in all his glory before you. He was different than you expected, a slightly scrawnier man with light blue eyes and fluffy (albeit messy,) brown hair. He was gorgeous.

"I want my brother back, please." You pleaded with him once you regained your composure. Staring into his eyes was hard, seeing as he was more beautiful than you could've ever imagined.

"What's said is said." He had a British accent as he spoke, staring you down from where he stood on the windowsill of your father and stepmothers bay window.

"But I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes. Had George not been the Goblin King who was madly in love with you, after years of watching you, he would've taken pity and returned Toby. How was he supposed to convince you to be his Goblin Queen if you could leave with your brother and be okay with it?

"Oh, you didn't?" He grinned as you stood motionlessly. He was rather intimidating.

"Where is he?" You pleaded with him, trying to drag the answer from his gorgeous lips - why were you staring at his lips?

"You know that very well." He spoke effortlessly, as if he'd done this thousands of times before. He hadn't, but he had dreamt of this moment with you.

"Please, bring him back." A tear slipped from your eye, and George had fought everything in himself to reach forwards and wipe the tear from your face. He had a plan to conduct, making any mistake would be costly.

"Go back to your room, play with your toys and costumes. Forget about the baby." He stepped even slightly closer to you, but you hadn't noticed. Distraught raced over you, Toby could be in danger!

"I cannot." You sighed. It was a quiet understanding you had reached as he spoke; you needed your brother back and you needed him back now.

"I've brought you a gift." George grinned slightly, this was going well, and he knew that. It would lead to an ultimatum you would make in the end, but you didn't know that this was all nearly scripted. You were playing right into his trap.

"What is it?" You were interested, your eyes sparkling with some sort of wonder.

"It is a crystal, nothing more. But, if you turn it this way," he rolled it in his hands again and again, "and look into it, it will show you your dreams. But this is no gift for a girl who takes care of a screaming baby." he was still messing around with the crystal ball, moving it around in a near hypnotizing way.

"Do you want it?" He asked her, she sheepishly nodded, "Then forget the baby." He added. You, however, were stubborn. Toby was still your brother, and you still needed him back.

"I cannot." You sighed, "I do appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but I want my brother back." your eyebrows furrowed instantly, thinking about what he might be going through. "He must be so scared." you worried aloud. George watched, a small grin formulating along his lips.

"Do not defy me, you are no match for me." He stepped forwards, but you stood your ground.

"But I must have my brother back." You felt another tear leave your eye. This time, George was close enough to wipe it off, an intimate gesture that left you flustered and weak in the knees. You shook off the feeling, scolding yourself instantly.

"He's there, in my castle. Do you still want to look for him?" George pointed through the window. The landscape changed instantly, switching from the rainy darkness that once was, to a barren wasteland esque area, filled with an intricate design of twists and turns - the labyrinth.

"Is that the castle beyond the Goblin City?" Your voice shook slightly as you stepped up to the platform, George was not far behind you.

"Turn back, dove." The small nickname sent an unwanted rush of butterflies through your stomach, and you kept your face forwards. "Turn back before it is too late." He added, acting as if he had not just called you an intimate name.

"I cannot. Do you not understand?" You felt like breaking down and sobbing. How selfish of you to say that, to say that and get Toby - oh, the poor baby! He must be horrified! - sent away to a place both of you were unfamiliar with.

"What a pity." George was grinning.

"It doesn't look that far." You noted, scanning the area before you.

"It's further than you think, and time is short. You have thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth before your baby brother becomes one of us forever." His voiced echoed out a "such a pity" before fading out into the distance.

"It doesn't look that hard, c'mon feet." And you were off on the worst mistake of your life, you should have stayed home and accepted defeat, you could've run away and changed everything about you, but you got yourself into this mess, which means you'll have to get yourself out.

━━━━━━━ NEXT PART! - MASTERLIST!

is this too niche I feel like no one really knows this movie anymore

rip David Bowie though </3

[nonstoplover]

a roadtrip with bubbling feelings ~ george russell (gr63)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: george russell x best friend!reader

words: 4K

summary: just two best friends on a roadtrip, with unknown feelings bubbling under the surface. will they arise?

warnings: nothing but a fluffy drabble, somewhat slowburn but since it's just a 4K fic it's nothing too much

a/n: i've been listening to this playlist on spotify called "roadtripping with george russell" (by @ lynndehaas) because i was in my gr63 feels and why not, and tbh with each passing song i just got more and more inspired to write something. it took me like a month to finish it as my exchange semester has started and adjusting to life in a new country is a lot, but here we go. hopefully it's not too rushed. also, my first ever gr63 x reader! since i was a george girlie when i first joined the f1 fandom, it was inevitable that i will write something for him. it was just a matter of time.

reader, please don't be a ghost, all feedback is well appreaciated, rb or comment!

taglist: formulapierre

"Why am I not surprised that even when we're going on vacation you decide you want to keep doing your job?"

George glances at her for a second with an eyebrow raised, clearly not getting what she means exactly. She giggles, watching his profile as he turns his head back to watch the road ahead of them. "What do you mean?" he asks when she still doesn't elaborate.

"That you're driving," (y/n) shakes her head, concentrating on opening the package of candy in her hands, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips. "Your job is to drive a car, and when you go on holiday you still want to keep doing it."

"You've been saying that you want to go on a roadtrip with me for ages!" George replies defensively, voice getting a bit higher in the process – also a bit louder as the sound of the bag getting ripped open in her hands fills the air of the car.

"Yes, but this time you suggested it."

Her shoulders move in a shrug before she holds the now open package closer to his face, making sure it unmistakably enters his field of vision. He raises a hand and digs in to grab a handful of the sweets. "This is what you get for trying to be nice for once," he murmurs under his breath.

For a couple seconds they enjoy the sudden sugary taste fill their mouths in silence before he speaks up again. "Anyway, this is totally different than driving a race car."

"I know, but it's still driving." Her tone is as if she's stating something obvious, as if she's saying I don't make the rules.

George groans in exasperation, momentarily throwing a hand in the air at her inconvincible mind.

"But you know what? You can separate the two types of driving perfectly, I give you that," she taps the pad of her pointer finger against her jawline in mock thinking.

"Thank you," he shakes his head at her antics.

Before she can say anything else – and possibly continue on with her teasing –, he reaches out and turns the volume louder. Taylor Swift's voice fills the space but he can still hear the sudden laughter that bubbles out of (y/n), and as his heart skips a beat, he spares a glance at the girl.

Her head is thrown back against the headrest and her left hand just raises in the air, only to land on her thigh just a moment later as she keeps laughing. It's the cutest sight he's ever seen.

"You tryna drown me out?" she asks when her laughter died down into a much less audible giggle. "What, am I bothering you?

"Oh, no, you'd never," he replies with pure sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Good, 'cause I just wanted to apply at Mercedes to be your race engineer."

The look he gives her brings out that pervading laugh again, especially the speed in which his head moves towards her. "Careful, you don't want to snap your neck," she warns him lightly, her own words only fuelling her laughter.

"You're joking, right?" George asks.

"Why, can't focus on driving if I'm talking?"

"Yeah." It's true, just not for the reason you think it is, he thinks.

"What a shame, I think we'd make a great pair," the girl says dreamily, looking out the window at the scenery sweeping by, her lips still curved into a joyous smile.

Does she purposely keep on saying stuff like this?

George has to concentrate on Taylor Swift's words coming from the speakers especially hard to stop the thoughts coming to his head, as made-up pictures of a very different meaning to a great pair are filling up his mind.

"Boys only want love if it's torture..." (y/n) first mumbles along with the song, then when the line is repeated for the second time, she sings it at the top of her lungs.

Well, this definitely feels like torture to be fair, Georgemakes a mental note.Still, he can't stop himself from joining in to the last chorus, belting out the words he knows so well. Being best friends with (y/n) for such a long time just had this effect on him. Her approving eyes land on his profile again, and when he feels her gaze on him and turns his own towards her, she has to look away, desperately trying to hide the blush that has formed on her face.

At least two packages of candy and multiple songs later – all of which they sang together – they decide it's time to grab lunch, not even the considerable amount of candy they ate could make their hunger disappear, both of them being well known for having great appetite.

Rolling closer to the fast food restaurant they picked, George suggests they get their meals at the drive-through, not being in the mood to be amongst other people. This holiday was meant to be him and (y/n), and the two of them only. They rarely have time to be alone like they used to, and he misses those times dearly.

Of course this leads to another string of teasing from the girl's side, but as she snickers away at her newest comment on how he seemingly can't leave his precious car and has grown roots in it, he sends a (playful but still stern enough) glare her way that makes her bite on the inside of her cheek and shut up.

Momentarily.

But lucky for him she stops her teasing even when she starts speaking again, instead switching to another topic – though not so different as she asks him about Formula One. "Do you know anything new about Daniel yet?"

George sighs, getting reminded of the uncertain fate of his fellow driver and friend. "No, nothing. Haven't really had the chance to talk more with him lately."

Taking a small piece of her french fries in her mouth (y/n) stares out of the car deep in thought, worry creasing on her forehead. She's been fond of the older guy since the first day they met, George introducing the two the day he first took her to one of his F1 races. Daniel's truly dazzling smile that showcases possibly all his pearly white teeth and his bubbly personality with jokes cracked all the time never failed to make all her troubles disappear immediately. He's become the brother she never had and it broke her heart to see him without a seat for the next season.

Munching on the delicious food she shakes her head, trying to let go of these thoughts. Now is not the time to dwell on them. She's here to spend time with her best friend, and her thinking about Daniel's future won't solve the man's problem anyway, so she forces herself to be a hundred percent present, right in the moment with George.

"Well, spill the tea if there's anything going on now. You know I live for the good old F1 drama," she nuzzles his arm that's resting on his lap with her elbow.

George lets out a chuckle, eagerly jumping into the new topic offered by her, not wanting the thought of his friend's sad story to ruin his mood for the rest of the day.

Ever since they first made friends, she's been the first (and to be honest only) person he'd tell all the juicy stories to, the one who always filled him in with the newest rumours going around the fandom, the one with whom he discussed everything about his competitors. It soon became tradition, and now there was nothing that could change it – but it's not like either of them would ever really want to.

This time isn't different, and he fills her in with every new information he has, the conversation continuing for a long time, even when they've long left the parking lot behind, their stomachs now full and moods completely back to the usual joyfulness.

"I like this playlist," George hums along to the song that's playing, leaning back against the seat and getting comfortable.

They've just stopped to change seats, her finally being able to convince him to let her drive for a while. (That's basically the point of roadtripping, switching who's the driver, she argued.) His fingers mindlessly scroll on the phone connected to the speakers – hers –, trying to find the song he loved the most by far, only by its title. It's been playing a couple songs earlier and he still has the melody along with a few words in his head – and it's safe to say he loves a challenge. There's no way he will use Google or the knowledge of his best friend to find the song.

"I know, I created it," comes her reply, cheeky but true. Her music taste, while being a bit all over the place, has always been immaculate. She's introduced him to many songs that later became his favourites.

All of a sudden he triumphantly cries out having found the song, and immediately taps his finger against the title so it starts playing again. (y/n) lets out a reprehensive hey as the song she's been singing along to stops out of nowhere and different sounds fill the car, but George only shrugs, feeling pride curve his lips into a smile as that song starts playing.

He found it by the title only, without any help.

"Remember that video with the music challenge or whatever that was?" he asks her just as suddenly as the previous song change was, his upper body turning a bit in his seat to be able to look at her more properly.

He couldn't help it, the way he found the song made him think about that one time.

She ponders for a second before her eyes light up with recollection. "Back in your rookie year with Alex and Lando?"

"Yep, that's the one."

"Of course, how could I forget? The absolute shock on both their faces by how many songs you recognised is something I will always remember." She has to giggle to herself just thinking about it.

"I think I only didn't get two. Maybe three," George tries to remember back, his eyes looking at the view ahead but not seeing it – he's too focused on that far-away memory, replaying those scenes in his mind.

"Three. Lando was the first to recognise two and Alex only one, all the others were you."

"Yeah," he chuckles at the memory. "All that is thanks to you, by the way."

(y/n) grins, not taking her eyes off the back of the car going just in front of them. "Really?"

"You and your excessive playlists."

And the fact that he often listens to them even when he's on his own, travelling around the world without her being able to follow him – just because he misses her. Listening to the songs she chose always helps with the pain missing her causes in him.

"Well, what can I say? They are perfect."

Her skin prickles as she feels his eyes move to her face, and for a second she dares to reciprocate the glance – immediately regretting her decision as she takes in his stunning smile he flashes her way. Swiftly turning her gaze back to the front she concentrates on driving again, noticing that in her looking, she's moved the steering wheel enough to make the car slowly going outside the lane.

She corrects with a quick wrist movement, resulting in a fit of loud laughter erupting from George's throat as he spots the correction.

"The playlists might be perfect, but your driving clearly isn't," he teases.

"Shut up, I'm a pretty great driver, and you know that," (y/n) retorts instantly, without missing a beat. "You just distracted me."

"I'm distracting for you?"

He's smirking, she doesn't have to look to know that. She can hear it in the tone of his voice.

"Let me remind you that only a couple hours ago you were the one finding me distracting," she blesses her quick thinking for coming up with this response, because otherwise the chance of him noticing the furious blush on her cheeks would've been too high for her liking.

"Okay, true," George admits. Propping his elbow up by the window he leans his head in his palm in search of support, watching her shamelessly, admiring her.

"Everybody wanna steal my girl, everybody wanna take her heart away..." the girl sings along happily to the One Direction song. "Couple billion in the whole wide world, find another one 'cause she belongs to me."

"Actually I do think that you are quite a decent driver," he speaks up just to make himself stop thinking about how those lyrics are pretty relatable as well. What's up with almost all the songs they've listened to today?

He definitely feels like everybody wants to steal his girl – except she's not that. He simply wishes that she belonged to him.

"Decent?!"

He has to laugh at the incredulous voice leaving her. He knew it was coming.

"I expected at least a highly gifted," she continues in disbelief as his loud sounds of joy enter her ears above the five boys singing through the speakers.

"Highly gifted," he just has to repeat her words, laughing so hard at this point that he has to bend over, clutching at his sides to ease the pain starting there.

"Stop laughing and appreciate my driving," (y/n) scolds him with a frown on her forehead – but with a giggle almost escaping her lips and breaking the facade.

"Sorry," George tries, but he's hardly capable of doing as she's told. Short bursts of chuckles leave him, quieter and less crazy than his previous laughter, but still obviously there.

The girl waits patiently – sooner or later he has to stop. She can wait.

Only a couple minutes later he's finally able to speak up again. "You're an awesome driver, (y/n/n)." She's just about to answer with a half-ironic thank you, her lips already opening when he continues. "To be honest, you might be better in road driving than me."

She stays like that, with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes widening. His tone sounded entirely genuine, with all joking pushed to the side. And she didn't expect such a compliment.

"Thank you," she manages in the end, cheeks now clearly burning bright red.

George smiles, his glance moving back to its previous position, staring at her profile.

"It means a lot coming from you," his best friend talks again, stopping for a short second before adding, "Mr Professional Driver."

He rolls his eyes playfully at her words, knowing her techniques all too well. She always uses jokes and lighthearted comments when she feels flustered and somewhat self-conscious. He can read her like an open book, having been studying her for so long – and basically pining after her.

"I mean, it'd be only fair. You're better at driving on race tracks at like 300 kph, and I'm better at driving on regular roads with regular speed. We both get something," she goes on with her unique explanation, performing a shrug at the end of sentence and fighting the urge to shoot him a look – she doesn't want a repetition of the previous instance. She knows she would never hear the end of it.

And he would take his compliment back – with actually good reason to do so. Not a chance she'd risk that.

George hums in response, agreeing with her words, though he has to admit that he's not fully paying attention anymore. It's just the usual, he always reaches this point when they spend time together. She really is too distracting for him.

(y/n) brings him back to the present when she wiggles a hand in front of him, trying to gain his attention. "Can you give me some candies? I'm dying for the sweetness," she says all bubbly with happiness, somewhere between being serious and sarcastic.

He reaches into the tote bag resting next to his feet to pull out a new package, groaning when his eyes land on his favourite type of candy.

"What?"

"I can't eat more. Aleix would kill me," George whines. "But these are my favourites."

"Well, shame on you," the girl moves her fingers once more, growing impatient. "I'll eat anyway."

With a sigh, he opens the packet and holds it out for her so she can help herself to some. A wide grin appears on her face as she places the first piece on her tongue. "Oh wow, this is good," she comments, enjoying the pleasure twice as much as she'd normally do just because she knows that it's the perfect teasing for the boy.

"Shut up."

She can't help but let out a sigh of delight – almost moan-like, which makes it very hard for him to sit still for a short moment –, joyously humming along to the song playing in the background whilst chewing.

George is glaring daggers at her at this point, leaving her giggling as she sees him stare at her from the corner of her eye before stopping her sweet torture on him.

A couple hours later they come by a viewpoint and decide to stop, though neither of them moves to get out of the car. The air is getting quite chilly as the sun is starting to set, and the seats of his car are actually real comfortable. They lean back, enjoying the little piece of rest and stillness, with the music still gently playing in the background.

That's when 'I Was Made For Loving You'  starts playing and it becomes too much for George to bear. All these songs he can relate to – did she choose these on purpose? Was it just a coincidence? It doesn't matter anymore, because his heart is fluttering, and he's unable to tear his eyes off of her. All because of a song. He can't even find it himself to care anymore when she notices him staring and looks right back into his eyes.

"I was made for loving you, baby, you were made for loving me. And I can't get enough of you, baby, can you get enough of me?..." the singer's voice comes through the speakers.

"Stop looking at me like that," (y/n) speaks up, her eyes momentarily darting away from him in embarrassment. She can just feel the blush creeping up on her neck to her cheeks from his intense gaze. All of a sudden being enclosed with him in such a small space feels suffocating, almost too much for her to bear – she kind of wishes it would just stop.

"Like what?" George asks back, not stopping his gazing for even a short second. It would be impossible.

"Like you're doing right now."

The girl lets out a small giggle, and his heart by the feels of it does a somersault inside his chest.

"I can't help it." And he really can't, just as much as he can't help himself from keeping on speaking the words that lead him to confessing parts of his mind. "You're just too beautiful, it would be a shame to stop looking at you."

Her eyes slightly widen, though she tries to hide it, biting into the inside of her cheeks to somewhat control the crazy grin her lips are threatening to curve into. It's not like he's never complimented her before, it's just that with his intense gaze it feels totally different.

"I mean, you can continue looking at me if you want to, but at least stop doing it so... absorbedly," she mumbles eventually.

"I love you, (y/n/n)," he blurts out, completely out of nowhere.

Jesus Christ, George, why did you say that?!, he mentally scolds himself right away. Did it really just take one song for years and years of play pretend to crumble?

Her cautious glance moves back up on his face, trying to let the way her heart skipped a beat subside. They say these three words to each other all the time, but something in his tone, urgent and shaky made it seem different this time. Or maybe it's just that she's become far too hopeful yet again.

For a second George contemplates pretending he only meant it as a best friend as he's always done in the past years, but for some reason he just can't. He can't make himself say those words. Not anymore.

"I love you, more than a friend," he says instead, so quietly that the instrumental break of the song nearly drowns out his voice, those bright green eyes of his staring intently at his intertwined fingers laying on his lap.

A soft gasp leaves her lips, making him glance up at her, trying to read her expression. Did she gasp because she doesn't feel the same way and he's just ruined everything? Or did she gasp because she feels the same way? George can't help but be hopeful it's the latter.

"Is this a joke?" (y/n) asks back, quietly, similarly to him.

Please, let this be a joke. If it isn't, I'm going to combust and burn to ashes or melt away into a puddle right here and now, she thinks. She's been desperately wanting to hear these words come from his lips for so many years, since they were teenagers, and yet they never came. She's learnt to push her feelings aside, and suddenly she's not sure she would be able to function properly if he truly meant what he said. It's been too long playing pretend, she forgot how to act without that.

"No, it's not," comes George's reply, his voice now sounding more sure. Finally having those words out of his head, his chest brings him such a relief he hasn't experienced in a long, long time. "I've been in love with you since we were seventeen."

He figures if he's already confessed this much, it wouldn't do much more harm to admit a couple more information to her too.

(y/n) chuckles, half in disbelief and half in pure joy. "Well I guess I won then," she says, watching as his eyes turn confused.

"What do you mean?"

"That I have been in love with you since we were fifteen."

She giggles again, suddenly almost delirious with happiness. He's in love with her!

A noise similar to a choked chuckle bubbles from his throat, a different sparkle shining up in his gorgeous orbs. "You have?"

"Yeah."

They burst out laughing at the same time, taken aback by their own stupidity.

"How could we have been so oblivious then?" George asks when they quieten down again.

"I guess we're both pretty good actors," the girl shrugs, biting her bottom lip to try and stop the crazy grin from erupting on her face.

"Yeah, it seems like we are."

They sit there, half turned in their seats just gazing at each other, finally not having to bottle their feelings anymore and being able to stare with as much adoration as they'd want to.

"Will you kiss me, or should I just take the lead now?" (y/n) asks about a minute later, tone teasing and joyous.

George shakes his head in playful disbelief, mumbling something about her being insufferably impatient, but nevertheless he starts leaning in, not a single ounce of doubt in his movements. She moves involuntarily closer – she's been wondering how his lips on hers would feel like for too long to care now.

Right before their lips fully touch, just as she can feel the skin of his mouth softly brush against her, the breath escaping his nose moving atop her cheeks leaving goosebumps in their wake, he stops moving altogether. She opens her lips to protest – trying hard not to let the feeling of their now constant skin-to-skin contact divert her mind –, but before she can let any words out, he whispers into the quiet in-between them.

"God, I've been waiting for this for so long."

And then with one simple and fast movement, he's captured her lips with his own, mesmerized with the feeling, the scent, the taste he's been only dreaming of for what feels like forever.

Maybe being enclosed with George in such a small space isn't bad and suffocating at all.

.::the end::.

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

[jbbuckybarnes]

MASTERLIST

*fandoms I cover the most are MCU, Star Wars & F1*

Finished Series are under the cut together with one-shots and three-shots for you to binge through. Majority of my work is x female!reader or x gn!reader, just FYI. Reblogs, comments & asks are welcomed.

Current Series

Comfort Character Series -M a s t e r l i s t-  -slow updates- Pairing: Finn/Poe/Rey/Ben/Bucky/Din x Reader Description: "imagine your comfort character...” has been all over social media and I thought we could all use a little comfort this year. This is my little therapy series of drabbles full of fluffy and domestic moments. It’s mainly Star Wars with a bit of Bucky sprinkled in. Warnings: fluff, lots and lots of fluff ______________ KINKTOBER (MDNI) 2019: -M a s t e r l i s t- 2020: -M a s t e r l i s t- ______________

One Shots (more fandoms below the cut)

(S) - Smut (18+ MDNI) WIP - Work in progress Unlinked works are scheduled but not published ______________

One Shots

Soulmate Subscription (LN4) You’re too unserious meets you talk too much (LN4) 2AM in Europe (OP81) Friends Don’t Know How You Taste (OP81) (S) Post-Race Dinner (OP81) (S) Hate Her (Enemies to Lovers) (OP81)

Drivers React (commonly LN4, OP81, CS55, AA23, CL16, LH44, OB87, DR3, MV1, sometimes GR63, KA12, FC43, EO31)

...to finding out you don’t pursue them over a difference in class  ...to accidentally triggering a trauma response  ...to only one seat being left between you two  ...to you being told you only date them for clout  ...to someone overstepping the line with you  ...to realizing they’re in love with you 

Poe Dameron (& BB-8)

Happy Beeps Spring Blossoms ______________

Finn

Coping Triggered Supply Closet _

Din Djarin (& Baby Yoda)

Can I touch? Watch your 6 & 9

Pedro Pascal Boys Headcanons

Attachment Styles Valentine’s Day Surviving in an Apocalypse

Drabbles

Trips to the Cabin (Frankie Morales x Reader) (S) -

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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Sebastian Stan

Stranded in Manhattan Human Safe Zone PR Stunt List of Firsts ______________

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Finally Kiss me! (S) How it feels Revealing (S) Last words Needed Him (named!Reader / Agent Sigma)

Three Shots

Universe Bracelet - Universe Portal - Universe Love (Bucky x Reader) Stay With Me: Masterlist (Bucky x Reader)

Imagines/Headcanons/Drabbles/Challenges

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Drabbles for Friends

***REQUEST MASTERLIST*** 

My birthday challenge MASTERLIST

Permanently Ongoing or Paused Series

Scared & Sacred -paused- -M a s t e r l i s t- Pairing: Din Djarin x pregnant!Reader Description: The Mandalorian had helped you while you were hunted for your family name and you had grown a little closer over the months, but you didn’t expect THIS. How was this possible after just three times of getting so close to him. You had to find a nurse as fast as possible. Warnings: Pregnancy, domestic life, angst, canon typical violence, fluff ______________

Agent 16 -paused- -M a s t e r l i s t- Pairing: Bucky x named!Reader (Agent 16) Wordcount: (ongoing) Description: A sweet little romance starting with a challenge to steal sweaters from the male Avengers. Cute dates, steamy pillow talk & endless amounts of pet names. He has a thing for her silk shorts and front-hook bras. She has a thing for his softness coming through whenever she’s around. Warnings: Insane amounts of fluff and smut. ______________

Finished Series

Petal Light -M a s t e r l i s t- Pairing: Bucky x named!Reader (Petal) Wordcount: 8,5k Description: Dystopian AU. Hydra has taken over, there is surveillance, you need to stay covered as much as possible. You slowly begin to form a resistance with civilians and the other heroes and start taking down Hydra bit by bit. But there is a little light in the compound whenever you come home and it has started to latch to Bucky. Loosely inspired by Watch_Dogs: Legion. Warnings: (13+) crime, a little angst, tons of fluff,

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Professor Sugar -M a s t e r l i s t- Pairing: Prof!Bucky x Reader Wordcount: 10k+ Description: Sugar Daddy AU. Professor AU. Like tons of other students you struggle with finances, but you can’t get any aid since your parents are filthy rich. The system doesn’t care that they broke off contact after you came out as bisexual. There is, however, someone else that cares. The prof of your class on PTSD and trauma. Professor Barnes. Warnings: (16-18+) tons of fluff and sexy time

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Spiral of Feelings -M a s t e r l i s t- Pairing: Bucky x Reader Wordcount: 8,5k Description: Fake Dating AU. Natasha makes you feel bad about being single and how your apartment looks. Sam and Steve annoy Bucky about dating. Seems only fair that you both fake it to show them that it doesn’t make a difference. But what if it does? Warnings: fluff, sexual themes towards the end.  

Harmonia Universe

Bucky x OC

After an unknown group of goons took her mom’s life and tried to get her for the dark magic powers she possesses, this untaught witch is saved by the Avengers and brought to the compound where her new life unfolds.

Distant Connection: Masterlist

Emotional Rhythm Strip: Masterlist | WIP

Summer Poison Universe

Bucky x named!Reader

After Hydra drops virus bombs onto highly populated areas an apocalypse breaks out. The virus, commonly called “Summer Poison” is the smallest problem once the Avengers come to bring the world back to normal.

Zerfall: Masterlist Wordcount: ~30k Description: World War III seems close thanks to a pandemic breaking out. When all hell breaks loose the Avengers need to hide in a bunker for multiple weeks, surrounded by danger and with a lot of internal and external tension. Will they be able to save the world from Hydra and also play diplomats? Warnings: (16+) Tension, fights (verbal, physical), probably some fight scenes that looked better in my head, sexual themes towards the end.

Aufbau: Masterlist  | WIP

Upcoming Series (planned or in editing)

everything paused because adult life of someone with ambition means I do this stuff more off the cuff. Might still dump all my WIPs from the ether onto y’all one day when I’m hardcore procrastinating.

OC list

Harmonia Gaia Aphrodite Collection (#HarmoniaGaiaCollection)

Agent 16 (#Agent16Collection)

Agent Andromeda from Zerfall & Aufbau (#AgentAndromedaCollection)

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