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gabico prompt:

since you mentioned a/b/o… alpha/alpha?

seasoned alpha nico x rookie alpha gabi?

nico helping gabi through his first rut? or just. anything. really. my mind is just filthy and i immediately went with nsfw.

Hello anon! I had to throw this one into the rock tumbler for a few days but yesterday it came to me. Congratulations! You've unlocked AO3-length fic.

This ain't my first rodeo (but I've never had a ride like you)

Gabi/Nico, E, 3k

In which a run-in with Kimi Antonelli sends Gabriel's weekend off course, and Nico is there to help him get back on track.

Nico's eyes narrowed as he looked at his teammate. Now that he was paying attention instead of judging his attitude, he could see the sheen of sweat across Gabriel's forehead, the flush that ran down his neck and disappeared into the deep v of his fully unbuttoned polo. The smell of the garage was overwhelming. If Nico closed his eyes he was ten years old again, trying to help mechanic his first kart.

(I'm still taking gabico prompts)

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ok so i'm obsessed with this au, where "max has a thing for girl!george, that happens to be alex's girlfriend" and i had to write more, so here is part 2.

thank you again anon for the ask! and to everyone else, im open for prompts and requests for almost any f1 ship ;)

Georgie.

That's what Alex calls her; Georgie.

The woman is 1,80cm tall, for the love of god – nothing is little about her. Not her legs or her ass or her huge fucking eyes or her insufferable temper.

She's always all up in Max's business telling him everything he's done wrong in a race or quali or, hell, even a practice. They bump into each other, and she barely says hi before saying; "You're breaking too soon on turn 9" or "You know that oversteering cost you at least half a second, right?" or even "Maybe you're just not as good anymore, maybe you only won because the car was dominant," and fuck, Max might be in love with her.

She's so- Fuck, she's infuriating. She's observant like hell and talks as if she could even begin to drive a Formula 1 car herself in her high heel stilettos. She talks to him as if they're long time friends or rivals or something in between and how the hell does Alex ever let this woman out of his sight?

It's not unheard of drivers stealing each other’s girlfriends; giving the media a field day about it while doing so. It's in fact common enough that it has happened to drivers on the current grid, and the one before that.

And Alex really thinks that no one is going to want his girl?

George Russel, the perfect woman, and no one's going to bat an eye?

If it were any other girl, Max would've give a pass – but George? Georgie?

God, she's unbearable, and Max needs her.

And it's sickening, watching Alex kiss her cheek softly and kiss her lips slow and steady, hands to her neck and hip but no actual intention behind it – when Max knows that George must like it rough. God, her splayed out on a bed, all open and pink and wet, wrists tied together above her head and legs trembling and her begging... Max would do that to her. Max would make her feel so good.

"You're okay, mate?" Lando says, breaking him out of his transe by snapping his fingers on Max's face.

"I'm good," Max forces out, downing the rest of his drink as if to make a point, "Why?"

Lando ignores his question, "What were you looking at?" he asks, looking around the general direcion Max had been staring.

Alex and George are still there, still dancing. Alex is whispering something in her ear and she is laughing and Max's hold turns firmer on his glass cup without him noticing.

Lando turns back to him after a beat; "You're still hung on that, mate? You know, they seem well together. Alex told me-"

"I really don't wanna know, Lando," Max says, too earnest. He's ordering another drink before he can think better of it, ignoring his friend's stare to his profile. "Relax, I'm not gonna do anything. Nothing she doesn't want to, anyway."

Lando stands there baffled for a second, right until Max turns to wink at him. "You're impossible," he announces, snatching the drink from Max's hand and rejoining the McLaren crew on the other side of the club.

Max orders another and drinks it as he watches George dancing with her back to Alex's front.

Their eyes meet as Alex kisses the back of her neck.

Max doesn't look away.

Neither does she.

<3 read part 1 here or click on #girl georgie au for more content for this au! :)

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max has a thing for girl!george, that happens to be alex's girlfriend

*knaws at the bar of my enclosure* oh my god what a delicious ask, thank you so much!!!! i loved this so much there's probably going to be more parts to this ;)) enjoy!

ps: im open for asks and prompts!

George was a beautiful thing to look at; from her long legs to her full lips to her mesmerizing eyes, she was altogether the prettiest thing Max's ever seen.

She walks around the paddock in the tiniest skirts known to man, so short her underwear peeks out every time she steps forward – always something lacy and baby blue or pink, the brazilian cut of panties if he had to guess. Her small tits were all but see-through on her barely-there tops, nipples hard and poking out because she was always walking around basically naked no mather the season.

She wanted people to look, of course she did – she was a supermodel, or an influencer, or whatever it was that made her a big deal to the fashion magazines that kept putting her on the cover. Her lewdness was tolerated because everyone wanted to look at her, so no one bothered telling her that she was showing too much – not even her boyfriend, the clown.

If George was hers, Max wouldn't make her change either, of course not, but he'd at least have his arm around her – on her waist, on her ass – so everyone would know who she belonged to. He'd give her his merch – even have one just made for her, however she'd liked – and drape it across her shoulders so her plump nipples would peek between the zipper, Max's name across her chest and back like a stamp, claiming her like she deserved to be.

George was all perfect, that much was obvious. And perfect as she was, she deserved more than fucking Alex Albon.

How a moron in a Williams managed to bag her is beyond Max.

It's not like he's just gorgeous too; the girl is witty, smart, picks a fight like no one else and stands her ground while doing it. She's stubborn as fuck but that just makes her that much hotter, and, as if that's not enough, George even knows her way around a racing car too.

God, she's perfect- no, she's perfectly made for Max. She's the exact thing Max has ever wanted and needed, hot-headed and smart and challenging and fucking perfect, and she might tower over Max in heels but who fucking cares – she could stomp him with her boots and Max would thank her.

Her only flaw? She's fucking Alex's girlfriend.

Alex, the guy in a Williams that almost ruined his career before it ever began. The guy without any wins and barely any podiums and that could never be anything more than second-best to Max Verstappen.

Alex Albon, the guy with the best girl.

Well, if it were up to Max, not for long.

part 2 here

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it's always "you like what you like" until what you like is actually your blonde archnemesis that you have way too much sexual tension with

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posted this on my fanart acc @polifanart but it deserved to be here too

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ps: i do commissions ;)

gax sketch bc i'm obsessed with them

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gabico prompt:

infidelity au — basically gabi starts getting jealous that nico's wife has a ring and he wants one for himself now.

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, fill below the cut:

"Put that down," Nico said. Gabriel ignored him. That is, Gabriel heard him, tilted his head towards Nico in acknowledgement that he'd heard him, and didn't listen.

"It's simple," Gabriel said. He turned the gold band in his fingers, examining it.

Nico's fingers drummed against his thigh. "How do you think it should look?" he asked. It was usually better to wait Gabi out, when he got into his feelings about Egle.

"Simple is good," Gabriel said. He held the ring in front of his face and closed one eye to look through it at Nico. "Usually it is this way in Brazil."

"Even for the woman?" Nico asked.

Gabriel lowered the ring and let it rest in his palm. He held it as if it were heavy. A furrow appeared between his eyebrows as he pursed his lips.

"Sometimes," he said. "Would you buy me one?"

"What, an engagement ring?" Nico asked, forcing a laugh. He was in over his head with this one. "Gabi," he said.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and flopped over onto his stomach, twirling Nico's wedding ring in his fingers.

"I'm not an idiot," he said, with all the exasperation of someone who was only recently a teenager.

"What do you want, then?" Nico asked. He reached out and let his fingers encircle Gabriel's wrists, surprisingly delicate for a professional athlete.

"A ring," Gabriel said. He kissed Nico's knuckles and then leaned forward until their noses brushed. "Something simple. Silver, gold, I don't care. Nobody needs to know but us."

Such an easy thing to say yes, to keep the peace, to make sure Gabriel kept coming back to his bed.

"I'm not leaving her," Nico said instead. Gabriel and Egle both deserved that much. He realized his grip on Gabi's wrist had tightened.

"Okay," Gabriel said. He kissed Nico like dripping molasses, slow, sweet. "I didn't ask you for that." He used his foot to push the sheets off Nico's naked body and slid his leg between Nico's thighs. "But if you're going to keep fucking me like this, it's the least you could do."

Nico felt his cock stir as Gabriel shifted against him, rolling his hips in small, controlled movements. He was still holding Gabi's wrist, but he loosened his grip to let Gabi bring his hand up between them. He saw the flash of gold in the warm light of the bedside lamp, and watched Gabriel slide Nico's wedding ring onto his own finger.

Nico pounced, unsure if it was more anger or arousal that surged in his chest. He pushed Gabi onto his back and settled over him, pinning his wrists down into the mattress. Their cocks brushed, and Gabriel hooked a hairy leg around the back of Nico's thigh.

"Take it off," Nico said.

"Do you like how it looks?" Gabriel asked, like the breath had been punched out of him. His hands were curled in fists by his head, and he twisted his left hand so Nico could see the ring.

Arousal, then. Nico felt something like a growl form in his gut, possessiveness he had no right to feel. It would be easy to reach down and take the ring off. He knew if he did, if he rolled over and told Gabriel to leave, the boy would go. Nico wasn't sure if he would come back.

"It's beautiful," Nico said. He deserved that much.

"Then fuck me already," Gabriel said, tilting his chin up defiantly.

Nico leaned forward over Gabriel's body and pressed a kiss to the place where metal met skin, and he felt Gabi's cock twitch.

"Okay," Nico said. He met Gabriel's eyes and nodded. "Okay."

(I'm still accepting gabico prompts)

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fem seb (what’s she listening to?)

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please please write a gabico fic with gabi being obsessed with nico's unbuttoned shirt during movie premiere

Ask and ye shall receive, anon!

(Send me gabi/nico prompts)

What Gabriel doesn't yet seem to understand is that Nico is never as unaffected as he puts on. He's as hard up for Gabi as Gabriel is, constantly, remarkably, for Nico. He just has a two-decade headstart pretending, playing, ramping up the tension. Gabriel is all passion, young enough he hasn't faced the kind of rejection that makes you careful with your desire. He knows what he wants, and, with a racing driver's single-minded purpose, he goes for it. What he wants, more often than not, and often to his own apparent dismay, is Nico. It makes Nico laugh how frustrated Gabi gets with himself, like tonight, making fun of Nico's ridiculous outfit but still desperate for him.

"You look fucking stupid," Gabriel says. His hands are inside Nico's shirt, roaming over his chest. "What even is this fabric?"

"I think it's nice," Nico says, he can't keep the amusement out of his voice. "Why be another blue suit in the crowd?"

"So you wear your shirt open to the navel?" Gabriel grumbles. He's pressing open-mouthed kisses to Nico's collarbone and his mouth is wet and warm, the tip of his tongue trailing across Nico's skin.

"It wasn't until you unbuttoned it," Nico points out, very reasonably. "I wanted people to be able to see my necklace." He tugs Gabriel in closer, slipping a thigh between his legs.

Gabriel whines, setting his teeth against Nico's neck but not quite biting. "Nobody was looking at your fucking necklace," he says, hips rutting forward so his cock rubs against Nico's thigh through their expensive trousers.

"Not even you?" Nico says.

"Shut up," Gabriel says, pouting. He mouths at Nico's earlobe and Nico's dick strains in his briefs as Gabriel thrusts against him. Gabriel isn't going to last long, he can tell. He'll be walking around in his own mess for the rest of the night if Nico lets him finish like this.

"Come here," Nico says, dragging Gabi over to the mirror. He turns him, ignoring Gabriel's squawks of protest, so Gabriel stands in front of him. "We look good together," Nico says, pressing a kiss to the side of Gabi's face.

"Only because I'm blocking most of your outfit," Gabi replies, but he leans into the kiss.

"Let me," Nico says. He drops his hands to Gabriel's waistband and pops the button. He can see the snarky comment on the tip of Gabriel's tongue, but it dissipates when Nico gets a hand on his dick. Nico grins.

Gabriel is gorgeous like this, head pressed back against Nico's neck and shoulder, curls tickling his nose. Nico's grown rather fond of the shampoo Gabi uses. It smells very faintly of coconut, and the smell lingers on his pillow after they fuck. Nico's shirt will smell like it, later.

It doesn't take long, Nico knew it wouldn't, ever since he patted Gabi's dick and realized he was mostly hard.

"I hate this outfit," Gabriel pants. "You can't ever wear it again."

"Uh-huh," Nico says, implaccable. He'd seen Gabriel's face when he showed up in the suit, he knew exactly how his teammate felt about the outfit. "Your complaints have been noted."

"You - fuck, Nico, come on," Gabriel's protest turns into a barely-intelligble string of words, and his eyes slam shut as he comes, thrusting sharply into Nico's fist. Nico looks at the long line of his neck, so much thicker now than it was at the start of the season. He looks at Gabriel's cock, come spurting from the tip and spilling sticky over Nico's fist and onto the floor. It's a beautiful cock, in Nico's opinion, slender and slightly curved. Nico thinks that someday he'd like Gabi to fuck him with it.

"I guess it's not such a bad outfit after all," Nico says, once Gabriel slumps boneless back into his arms.

Gabi sighs heavily. "I'm going to burn it," he says.

"Okay, Gabi," Nico says. He kisses Gabriel's cheek. "If you say so."

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how I cope? With rpf. OR Lando’s boyfriends asking if he’s okay and being there for him!

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george as prince henry and alex as alex from red white and royal blue. send tweet.

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(nsfw)

alex the type of person to say "open you eyes, look at me" while he fucks george oh so tenderly

alex the type of person to push his face in the crook of george's neck and say "i like how you smell" as he's still sweaty from the race

alex the type of person to leave hickeys and love bites on george's neck and act bothered if he hides them

alex the type of person to text george at 3 a.m. and ask what's he wearing

alex the type of person to say "i wanna marry you" before during and after sex

alex the type of person to have an album on his phone named "georgie" where he puts all his favorite pictures of george, which is basically all of them

alex the type of person to get mad when other people call george "georgie"

alex the type of person to be horny all the time, to the point of pressing against george in the press pen to whisper "was hard the whole race thinking of you"

alex the type of person to want george to wear his shirts

alex the type of person to buy sex toys and test them all on george

alex the type of person to believe in love at first, if only because he swears there was never a second that he looked at george and not loved him.

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keep your enemies closer or whatever

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Gax - Canada 2025 Report

- starting with George being asked about the Spain incident and saying he's bumped into Max at the airport, but forgot about the incident because he was there with baby Lily. He was also mildly annoyed at having to wait in line at security while Max folded the stroller and all. Max confirms and said they just had a normal chat, no talks of the incident.

- qualifying - George gets pole, Max is P2 congratulates him. George is asked about turn 1 and says "I have a few more points on my licence to play with", much to my amusement. Little shit.

- post-quali presscon - Max annoyed at reporters for bringing up the ban, but seems to be in a good mood with George.

- Oscar, overwhelmed by his crush on George, decides to compare shoe size with him. Max is amused and intrigued and says that the reason why George's braking is so good is that he has big feet.

- Nothing happens at turn one, and the race is relatively uneventful. At the very end, under the SC, we have mutual snitching: George braked erratically!!! Max overtook me under SC!!!!!

- Cool down room: George and Max with their son Kimi. They bring up the same incident from 2011 because they are loser nerds.

- Podium: Max decides to spray champagne all over George's back while he just stands there and takes it. Very normal, very not-homoerotic behavior.

- Interviews: Max is asked about the SC incident and shrugs it off, saying he understands what happened and all is good. All was, in fact, not all good.

- Press con: Max and George gossip for two minutes straight while covering their mouths with their hands. Extremely typical of archnemesis. George compliments Max and says anyone would want him on his team. He is then asked if he's going to jump in the lake to celebrate and Max suggests doing a NAKED CALENDAR. MAX. To which George says he'll think about it since he's still out of a contract, and Max is delighted. George also reminds us he likes Taylor Swift.

- Redbull being shits: Horner is completely not obsessed with George, and RBR files two protests, unbeknownst to Max. George and Max head to the stewards for another episode of their divorce EXCEPT they walk out of it together looking.... Fine? Divorced but working on it?

TO BE CONTINUED???????

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love that the vibe of this cooldown room is toxic couple on the brink of divorce trying to act so normal in front of their kid even though they just finished having a screaming match in the other room (kimi heard the screaming match but was too busy playing just dance on the wii to care)

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Max fans who hate George are so funny to me bc like... bro your favourite driver has just found his one true rival and you're MAD about it? this is literally the most exciting thing that could happen to him right now.

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thoughts on landoscar

all of them!!!!!

i feel like they would be the type of couple to not go somewhere if the other wasn't going, be very clingy to each other (always legs on the other's lap, a hand on a thigh, etc etc).

i don't necessarily think they would be very into pda (like, say; galex), but i think they would make a point to always be touching.

i also feel like lando would just sit beside oscar as he does something, like his love lamguage is being a parrot on oscar's shoulder... i. e. oscar is washing the dishes, lando is sitting on the counter; oscar is taking a shower, lando is sitting on the toilet picking the playlist; oscar is watching tv, lando is sitting beside him with their thighs touching; and on and on and on.

i also think lando would be the type of boyfriend to see random things and think of oscar, so he always ends up coming home with pockets full of trinkets that he found ("this seashell look like that one we found in australia", "this gum is the color of your eyes", "found this cd and the singer’s name is oscar"). oscar keeps them in a wooden box inside his closet and treasures everything more than he'd care to admit.

oscar's love language, however, would 100% be acts of service. lando's flight is landing at 4:25 a.m.? oscar has been waiting in the airport for 20 minutes, actually. lando wants to start running in the morning? oscar actually set up an alarm clock 20 minutes before lando's so when he wakes up oscar will have his breakfast ready. lando really likes strawberries? oh look, he just coincidentally found 17 boxes of strawberries laying around and they're all now in lando's fridge.

overall, i just think they would be a fucking great couple; the type that very clearly likes each other but also doesn't annoy everyone while doing it.