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More old unfinished fanart who would have guessed? 🤷

This time, it's of the Muppets!!😏 Who else had a Muppets phase? 🙋

I STAN MISS PIGGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🛐😫

Everyone salutes to her gorgeousness!!!!! 🫡

What do you think was gayer? Caitvi sex scene or whatever tf this was?

This past episode absolutely wrecked me with kyouka and atsushi’s pasts, but on the other hand I STANNNNNNNNNNN I STAN I STAN I STAN I STAN I STAN

I live for agender Odo (from Star Trek Waypoint, 2017).

She stays with Lloyd in Ninjago and punches Harumi in the guts. Also she has a new found passion for funky bandaids

big thanks and mad cred to julien baker, phoebe bridgers, and lucy dacus for blessing us with the supergroup we didn’t deserve and making me feel less alone in my room at 2 am, putting words to things i felt but didnt know how to say, and giving me something to be excited about

Trouble➔DR3 x GR63

>Sochi treats you much better than it does your older brother<

a/n: this is such an indulgent piece of writing oh my god so I totally understand if y’all aren’t fans. You will most definitely probably hate me for this anyways bye (plz let me know if you want more of this or other drivers, my inbox is open!)

gif creds to owner :)

Warnings: well damn let me see, 18+ smut, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, degrading, a case could be made for some humiliation, throw in some very brief asshole!Daniel and asshole!George, more than likely light praise in there somewhere as well as all that Sochi GP heartbreak being revisited but pretty sure that’s all she wrote

The consistency of rain always seemed to put your various worries to bed, no matter what the problem was, or where you were in the world. This all changed, however, when it cost your brother his first Formula 1 win at the only race you’d ever been to.

Your heart heaved when Lando came out for his interviews, knowing deep in your soul that he’d come to regret the tyre decision whenever he looked back on this Sochi GP. You also worried that he’d regret flying you out to Russia to watch him drive, if your extra-curricular activities before the race ever came to light.

“What difference will a single weekend make, (Y/N)? I haven’t seen you in so long” He’d begged and begged you to come, eventually convincing you to leave your tiny student apartment for a couple of days with basically royalty. You missed him so much, and watched every race you could, but you’d be lying if you said you could remember Lando’s classification for each one.

No, you were much more interested in his teammate, and one of his best friends. You had met George Russell on various occasions throughout your teenage years, always too embarrassed and flustered to stick around for much more than a quiet “hello”. Daniel Ricciardo, however, had been lucky enough to evade your adoring eyes up until your arrival in Russia.

The whole weekend long, Lando had followed you everywhere he could, playing the role of ‘overprotective older brother’ too well for your liking. As much as he tried though, he had missed the way his teammate had let his eyes linger on your legs for just a moment too long, or how he always ended up seated at the same table as you for every meal there was.

Saturday night was no different, the McLaren team heading out to some fancy restaurant to celebrate the success of qualifying. This time, when Lando knocked on your hotel room door, he wasn’t alone. You opened the door to find George’s frame towering over you, smirk dancing across his chiseled features, just how it always did. “As if little (Y/N) Norris swapped Uni for racing this week,” he teased, his shining eyes flickering from your own to your lips. “It is very good to see you”.

You grabbed your coat and muttered a “hi George” to the Williams driver before stepping out in the hall and following the 2 laughing men ahead of you.

The dinner was more than lovely, having spent the majority of the meal chatting to the engineers, pit crew and media people, as well as the members of the Williams garage that George had brought along. Sitting next to Lando was supposed to distract you from the trouble that just happened to be sitting across from you, but that obviously didn’t work.

Daniel and George hadn’t stopped whispering to one another since the food was brought out, eyes occasionally sending you a wink over the rims of glasses of water. You wanted to be involved in whatever was important enough for them to discuss the night before a race, but that hope was cut short when Lando decided it was time for you both to head back to the hotel for an early night.

Saying your own goodbyes, you stopped short at the drivers, unsure whether or not to include them in your round. Dan was first to stand, bringing you in for a firm hug, hand placed dangerously low on your back. “See you tomorrow, princess” he whispered into your ear before releasing you, not even giving you a chance to react. George was next for his hug, his cologne and fresh linen scent invading your senses as he bid you goodnight.

You were restless that night, tossing and turning as your mind fed you endless scenarios as to what it would feel like with Daniel between your legs, or how good you could make George feel on your knees. Those scenarios eventually sent you to sleep with a throbbing in your core, and a determination to not leave Russia without getting what you wanted.

So, when the pre-race interviews had been completed and the drivers were wandering around to keep busy before the race, you decided to act. You knew in your heart of hearts that you should be waiting for Lando to appear so you could calm him down and keep him focused for his first race on pole but right now; you could not care less.

You hadn’t been watching the clock for 5 minutes when your phone buzzed in your pocket. “Williams hospitality asap. Don’t fuck around”. The unknown number wasn't very discreet, but you could already feel your panties dampen at the thoughts of what the hour or so ahead would hold. You navigated your way out of the garage as quickly as you could, before making the quick trip across the paddock to Williams.

You knocked twice on George’s driver room door, your McLaren attire earning several questioning looks, slipping inside when it cracked open slightly. You opened your mouth to speak but tattooed fingers were swiftly placed inside, tears springing to your eyes immediately at the sudden intrusion. “I win, mate. I knew she wouldn’t pass this up” Dan spoke from above you, no greeting needed as the glint in his eyes sparkling when you began to swirl your tongue around his fingers, silently wishing for them to be something else.

Your eyes darted around the room, until they landed on a relaxed George sitting with his legs spread on the sofa. He sent you a wink before he came to stand beside Dan, studying you closely. “Fair enough, mate. Should’ve known she’d want to be a slut for us”. Your mind was buzzing from the filth coming from the boys’ mouths, and you couldn’t help but moan around Dan’s fingers, your hips bucking against nothing with a mind of their own.

“This is cute,” Dan admired, removing his fingers, and nodding to your papaya hoodie. “Take it off. All of it”. You struggled to get rid of your hoodie and leggings knowing that you were being watched with lustful eyes, but the reaction to your white lace set was so worth it.

“Well, would you look at that,” George teased, taking your hand and moving you away from the door. “You came out here to support brother dearest , but instead you’re here slutting it out for us. Lucky men, Daniel”.

Daniel was quiet over at the table, and when you turned to look at him, he had his lip tucked between his lips, palming himself through his half-zipped race suit to the sight of you in white. You found enough confidence to speak, while you unclipped your bra, “No more Lando talk, please- just wanna make you both feel good”.

Your request seemed to satisfy the two men, Daniel coming to stand beside you and press searing kisses from your ear down to your neck. “Here’s what’s gonna happen sweetheart,” George spoke, stripping himself out of his clothes. “You’re going to get us ready for our race, and then we’ll help you, hmm? That sound like a plan?” Your response came by the way of a choked gasp when Dan trailed his fingers to gather the wetness that had dripped down the inside of your thigh.

“Words, darling, or we can’t help you”. The Australian was drawing featherlight shapes on your clit, prompting you to press your ass back against his hard cock. “Ye-yes, please, I want it so bad” Your need to be fucked was paramount, pride and reputation eagerly being put on the backburner. Daniel spun you around to face him and carried you over to the table at the far side of the room.

He leant down, blowing teasing breath on your covered core, ignoring your breathless pants and moans for him to touch you. He peeled the thong from your legs, throwing it somewhere around the room, before diving straight in to taste you. His promptness grabbed a groan from your throat, and as soon as your mouth opened to let it slip out, George was using his cock to fill the space.

The combination of Dan’s tongue through your folds and his nose brushing your clit had you moaning around George’s dick, vibrations causing him to move his hips to meet your movements. “Look at you, (Y/N)! Being so useful for your brother’s friends, naughty girl” Dan’s language at your core was adding to the unreasonable pleasure of the situation, sending you hurtling towards the edge already.

George’s hands had wandered to graze the supple skin of your breasts, a string of spit connecting his wet dick with your panting mouth. “Gonna cum, Dan- please” you whimpered, relieved when the man nodded from his position at your core, grinning as he lapped up every bit of your arousal, guiding you through your high. His iron grip on your hips held you in place as you squirmed from the intense feeling of pleasure, chanting Daniel’s name like a prayer.

Your eyes closed for a moment, taking in the bliss that you’d just experienced. When they opened again, George was pressing kisses to your neck as he pulled you to your feet, holding you up before you wobbled. “You’ve got another in you, haven’t you?” Daniel spoke from his new position on the sofa, running a hand over his painfully hard cock as you stared lustfully at his movement. “Course she has, doing so well for us, (Y/N)”.

George manoeuvered you to the couch, bending you over the arm of it, before running a cold finger over your sensitive clit. The sensation made you gasp, your companions enjoying your already worn out state. “Come on doll,” Daniel soothed, his hand coming to grasp your chin, forcing you to look into his darkened eyes. “Need you to keep my dick warm”.

You let out a whimper at the constant filth spouting from the Aussie’s talented mouth, but your attention was quickly brought back to George behind you. He was grabbing handfuls of your ass, slipping inside your dripping pussy with laughable ease. He started a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing you forward on Daniel’s length.

Your eyes were squeezed shut with the intense pleasure, combined with your concentration of swiping your tongue over the head of Dan’s dick, certain that you’d cum straight away if you were to see what you were feeling. George’s driver room was filled with different moans and groans bouncing off every wall, none of you making any attempt to conceal the activities from the Williams members outside.

“You’re so greedy for my cock, baby. You’ve come to the right place to fucked like a whore” Dan couldn’t conceal his laughter at your whimpers from the onslaught of pleasure you were receiving, only too happy to oblige your desires.

George, however, was lost in his own world, his abs covered in your arousal as he watched you slide back and forth on his cock while Daniel whispered things he could only dream of in your ears. “You’re Dan’s slut, but you’re my good girl, aren’t you, (Y/N)?” George asked, starting to build a quicker pace now that he could feel you clenching around him and his own orgasm approaching.

“You always have been too, haven’t you? Did you think I couldn’t hear you moaning my name in your bedroom when I was visiting? Of course I could, darling” The thought of your brother’s best friend listening to you getting off to the thought of him all those years ago had the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around the coil threatening to snap.

Lifting your mouth off Daniel to answer George, you were too close to the heaven he was giving you to form coherent sentences. “Yes Geor—oh my god” he was keeping you on the edge now, but Daniel was quickly back in your mouth, grunting and panting as he spilled down your throat. “Go on, princess, come on my cock like the good girl you are” George’s fingers deftly circled your clit, triggering an enormous wave of pleasure that set every nerve in your body on fire.

George found his own climax shortly after your own, pumping inside you as you rode out your orgasm. The three of you were silent for a few moments, too fucked out and exhausted to even acknowledge one another's presence, nevermind think about the consequences that would inevitably come after the pre-race activity.

It was only when George opened his eyes to see you wearing his Williams team shirt, your eyes adoringly set on his flushed features that he realised what a massive fuck-up he’d just been a part of.

He’d seen that look of admiration before, as had Dan, almost everywhere they went, on every girl they fucked. He shared a knowing look with his fellow driver, one they’d shared after countless nights out and sessions just like these.

You knew this was just a one-time thing, right?