#George Russell/Alex Albon

[sugakookie78]

Kinktober - Day 4 - Cum Inflation/Breeding

Pairing: George/Alex

Warning: NSFW (Breeding Kink)

"Come on, Baby. I’m almost there,” George moans.

“Geor- George,” Alex breathes out, “Look-.”

He brings his hand down to his pelvic area, showing George the slight bulge in his abs. George grabs Alex’s hand and lightly presses down on it.

“Come on, George, one more time,” Alex groans, “Please give me your cum.”

“I’m going to cum inside you,” George moans, “All this cum’s going to make you pregnant. You would look so good. So inflated with our-”.

George thrusts into Alex once, twice, three more times before letting go for the third and final release. He collapses onto Alex, both of them regaining their breath. 

[blorbocedes]

Would you be willing to share a crumb of that WIP? For you less imaginative anons who love you very dearly?

this wip is called Projection looool. it'll probably never make it the light of day, but because you love me dearly 😘

cw: undiagnosed mental health issues, mild suicidal ideation, Cambridge the institution

Rock bottom for George looks like this: he's healthy, he's on a new vegan diet Lewis swears by, he has a lemon water first thing in the morning for antioxidants or whatever, he's going to the gym 4 times a week and a run in the morning, his grades tread that A minus curve 3.7 GPA carefully, and he's in charge of Student Relations -- practically asked to throw parties every other week he disappears from. By all measures and accounts, every professor who is impressed, every casual acquaintance who pats him on the back, his parents' monthly cheque depositing in his account -- he's doing fucking swell, he's leading a charmed life. If a bus hit George on his way to campus, he'd probably thank the driver and apologize for bleeding out.

Sometimes he feels like the world's most successful actor, running a one man production on the West End -- like he's not constantly tearing apart at the seams, terrified he will shatter if someone sees through the act. There's also creeping resentment, at his professors' buying his flimsy excuses for an extension without probing why, at his friends he grabs lunch with and never wondering how come he never seems to eat anything except a green juice, at his parents -- for not noticing. How could anyone see him and not see a man falling apart, the people closest to him, the people who were supposed to love him.

George feels like a man on the run, constantly, as if he's getting away with something he shouldn't -- that if he stops for one second too long, someone will notice there is something fundamentally off about him, and no amount of perfection on paper could erase the big ugly mark on his psyche. He googled signs of multiple mental illnesses before he went into his yearly mental health check up -- telling himself, it's kind of like studying for a test, knowing what to avoid, even if he identified painfully with them. Getting a clean bill of health only affirmed that he passed, with only a note stating he should sleep more.

He's at a party, the Student Body organized it -- he shows up, smiles at the people who know of him, makes sure he's in some of the pictures that will get tagged and storied -- a, "We have to hang out soon! After midterms, yeah?" that he fully intends to not follow up on, and leave, obsessively keeping track of people's socials later that night, in case he misses some next big thing the campus will be buzzing about. George was h there, right? Surely, you remembered seeing him around.

George is holding a beer, shitty pop music blaring, going over to hi and trying to tune out the multiple conversations -- who got broken up with, which team won which match, the food at the cafeteria sucked today -- the most mundane shit that left him bitterly jealous that all these people were out here living life. Like, really truly being alive. He can't remember the last time he didn't feel like a marionette puppet, he had thought getting into Cambridge would've been it, his father saying he's proud of him. But as George had held the acceptance letter, scanning it over and over again, he had felt nothing. He couldn't even remember why he wanted to get into Cambridge so badly, his one goal that would justify it all — all the sleepless nights and A'Levels hell and the extracurriculars he didn't care about to polish his application — and then, here he was; living his childhood dream, a hell of his own making.

Lewis had forwarded him an article about vegan beer and how most alcohol filtration process has gelatine or some animal based product, so George wasn't touching his -- out of principle. Not that he really cared, his parents had a mountain lion mounted in the living room his father shot during a conservation charity trip, so pretty sure that disqualified any animal activism from George's end. But it was one less thing to think about, if he wasn't supposed to drink the beer, so he clutched on to it tightly like a lifeline, unsipped. Despite not a drop of alcohol in him, his head felt dizzy, cheeks hurting from smiling at the people going, "Russell!" like it meant something, a girl trying to prolong conversation with interested eyes that George has to politely step out of; and almost tripped over someone.

"Hey, got you." The hand on his wrist that kept him from falling was attached to a body, a handsome tan man with brown eyes looking at him with genuine concern. Albon, Alexander George's memory supplied, aerospace engineering major, and George remembers because he's also in the rugby team -- recalls him taking his shirt off after a win, running to his team. He's bloody fit, and even though he's in loose fitting blue knitwear jumper now George can't help but look, know the hard, defined lines underneath, can feel the strength of just one hand easily holding George upright and is immediately ashamed of himself for knowing, for looking. He's glad the party is lit low that his reddening face isn't as obvious.

George catches himself, grateful he didn't spill any of the beer, and mumbles a thanks, the hand of his wrist which had practically branded him -- or how it felt like -- letting go easily. He was readying himself to engage in proper noncommittal small talk, to be a normal human person — congratulate him on the game, how's he enjoying the party, to see him around campus and maybe they can hang after midterms.

Alex catches him off guard before he can launch into his well practised rehearsed lines. "You doing okay, mate? You look like you could use a breather." He says it without a tone of judgement, easy eye smiles.

No, George wants to say. There's a breath caught in his chest. He could use a breather. He's been holding a breath inside for so long, his lungs threaten to burst.

What the fuck do you see, perfect Alexander Albon from CUED, in the rugby team and the 12 pets on Instagram.

Who the hell are you?

George's 15 minutes are up. He feels like Cinderella after midnight, being caught in his ruse, and if Alex and his big brown kind eyes look at him a second longer George might start crying, or twist and turn not knowing what to do with himself, using his intestines as a rope to choke himself with.

"I'll see you around." He says in a rush, knows how disparaging and impolite it comes across and makes a mental note to actually say hi at campus when he sees him next to make up for it, before he shoves Alex aside to leave.

[singsweetmelodies]

are we just going to not talk about alex's birthday post for george?! because i think we should talk about it. i think we should talk about it a lot:

[formulaheart]

something about george russell being hyperaware and vocal about track safety for himself and other drivers even if it slows him down, something about fernando giving franco colapinto advice his first week in, the mclaren boys continuing to be happy with each other even when the team screws them over, hamilton reminding motorsports spectators and competitors alike that kimi antonelli is still just a kid after all and has a long way to go, max and charles congratulating each other after almost every race even when one of them gets a win and the other gets something like their worst drive of the season, alex and oscar defending logan sargeant as having so much untapped potential even if hes no longer racing, pierre and seb going out of their way every year to honor drivers who have passed, esteban ocon going out of his way to welcome new drivers to the grid, kmag fighting tooth and nail to get nico hulkenberg one point, nico rosberg shredding team principals with poor team treatment on live television

f1 is gonna be okay

[finifugue]

watching the front positions of f1: Same 5 guys trading off finishing positions with each other every week

watching the midfield/backrunners of f1: Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon are roleplaying Javert and Hugh Jackman in a Les Miserables fight to mutually assured destruction over a no-points position. Lewis Hamilton is going to physically fight his own car to the death. Yuki Tsunoda and Daniel Ricciardo are going to physically fight each other to the death, but Daniel has a disadvantage because Lance Stroll has a sniper rifle aimed at his head. The Saubers are rewriting the federalist papers in the pits. Kevin Magnussen has planted a bomb on the track, and the blast has inevitably caught a Williams.

[cutieln4]

Pure Chaos Pt. 3 | F1 smau

f1 grid x driver!reader

summary: she can not stop posting lando memes, and the internet loves it

fc: lia block

a/n: hii guys!! i’m on holiday right now and internet is spotty so the next part might not come until a couple of weeks. thank you sm for all your feedback and support so far! it really means a lot🫶💗

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5

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[wintergreenoreo]

“I watch F1 for the drivers.”

The drivers:

[csainzoperator]

"let's break up" ☆

summary: you text your f1 boyfriend "let's break up" as a prank.

trigger warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of seperated parents, mentions of killing (as a joke), nicknames, idk if there are more (?)

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

lando, oscar, alex, logan, daniel

an: omg pls i need such responses. especially logan's cos that's literally me. but hope you had fun reading this, my loves!

[f1xnorrisxleclerc]

[sugakookie78]

Summer of Cum - Day 4

Day 4 - Come Inflation - George/Alex

Warning - NSFW

         Throughout the day, George had been filling Alex with load after load. They had been wanting to try some new things over summer break.

         Before bed, Alex took off his shirt and looked in the mirror. He started at his chest, looking at the scattering of hickies there. He continues down looking at his abdomen and upper pelvic area, finding it a bit bloated.

         Alex presses his hand against it and moans out, “Oh my god!”

         George walks into the room at the sound, “What? Alex, are you okay?”

         “Mmm,” Alex hums, “Look at this.”

         George hugs Alex from behind and looks to where Alex’s focus was.

         “That’s hot,” George moans before pressing his hand where the bulge was. He heard Alex gasp and could feel himself harden. “Can you go once more?”

         Alex nods and kisses George as they fumble towards the bed.

[blorbocedes]

on: the guilt of wanting too much 🥀

[quarter-lif3crisis]

F1 x AO3 tags

[0531files]

call me biased but i support oscar in his racing rights AND wrong and to the person who tweeted out:

“they want oscar to be bottas but lando isn’t lewis hamliton”

THANK U FOR MAKING ME CACKLE

[tthesongofachilless]

George does pilates 5 times a week plus his normal workouts, has a healthy diet, 15 step skincare routine, sleeps in silk pyjamas

Alex only trains when he has to, and has used cerave once because of a sponsor.

meet galex everyone

[deafleppard]

Had the thought “Charles lecola” the other day and was like. Yeah I can run with that

[cutieln4]

Pure Chaos Pt. 6 | F1 smau

f1 grid x driver!reader

summary: even in a fake world lando gets hate. also y/n loves to bully lando

fc: lia block

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

some of these are from @eywas-heir so creds to them. thanks sm queen🫶

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