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Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc at the Drivers Press Conference ahead of the Chinese Grand Prix

Photo Credit: Mark Sutton

#ln #cl #faves #reblogging for t-anon <3

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Would love to hear thoughts and predictions for Love Thy Neighbour before I prepare to post the second part later!!

I love hearing what people think might be coming ;) and I want to chat with more of you! Send some asks :)

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So real

i rly love pierre gasly i wanna write abt him

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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Love when artists put "reblogging for the morning crowd!" "Reblogging for the weekend crowd!" in the tags to justify reblogging their own art. But lets not lie to ourselves anymore. Im reblogging for the exact same crowd i just need them to know i mean business. Im reblogging for the didn't take a hint the first time crowd. Reblogging for the crowd that needs to understand i spent 20 hours on this.

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geochalex + types of children (insp.)

#this is only child erasure </3 #or maybe im just special??? #said like a true only child omg i heard it there #art #aa #cl #gr

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Would love to hear thoughts and predictions for Love Thy Neighbour before I prepare to post the second part later!!

I love hearing what people think might be coming ;) and I want to chat with more of you! Send some asks :)

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SHUT UP this is so fucking hot.

The way you write on the balance of artistry and sin needs to be studied, I swear. Every single action had me holding my breath, glued to my screen. It doesn't even need to be long to be impactful because this WOWed me as is.

brb taking a cold shower

What You Need | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Warnings: smut

"God, you're such a spoiled little brat. Who spoiled you like that? Was it me? Did I spoil you like this?" "Yes, sir."

“I missed you so much,” Lando spoke in your ear as he slowly moved in and out of you. Every thrust was a reminder of how much he craved you and how good it felt to finally be together again.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, gripping at his shoulders, your nails clawing at his back muscles.

He barely even put his travel bag down when he stepped into the apartment before he swept you in his arms. It's been only two weeks since you last seen each other and even though you spoke on the phone and exchanged countless messages, nothing could compare to the feeling of having your bodies pressed against each other’s.

“Lando…” you moaned as he kissed the side of your neck, your back arching into him. It was like an unquenchable thirst, the longing for him that gnawed away at the corners of your soul during his absence. Every touch, every whispered word was like a balm soothing the ache within you.

“Tell me,” he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down your sides and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. He moved his head to kiss the other side of your throat, and you threw your head back, allowing him more space.

“Need you…” he still stroked in and out of you in that slow steady rhythm and you were getting squirmy, the burning need escalating with each passing second.

“Need me how?” Lando’s teeth gently nibbled at your earlobe as he whispered into your ear. You shivered and let out a long moan. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving small, red crescents.

“Harder…” you choked out as he deeply sucked on the skin of your neck, and then left a trail of wet, sticky kisses. His eyes met yours, burning with fierce intensity that only grew with each word.

He pulled back slightly and with a raspy voice said, “Harder than what, baby?”

He took both of your arms and pinned them above your head. His hands were so large that he could easily hold both of your wrist with just one hand while the other went under your knee and grabbed your thigh, pulling you closer into him.

“Need me to fuck you harder? Like this?” he forcefully thrusted his hips into you just once with such intensity it sent waves and waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your breath hitched and hips bucked against his.

“Yes,” you cried out, your voice ragged and desperate. “Need you exactly like that.”

Lando smiled cruelly, his eyes dark with passion and possession. But he went back on fucking you slowly, earning a moan of protest from you.

“And what if I need you exactly like this?” he whispered, his lips grazing along your jawline.

“Lando, please…” you breathed, writhing beneath him, your body screaming for more. You wanted him to dominate you, to take you with a fierceness that would leave you trembling and begging for more. But he was toying with you, playing his own version of a sexual game, trying to make you crave it even more.

He still held your wrists above your head and with a sly smile, he began to exert more pressure. Your arms ached from the strain, your fingers going numb, but you didn’t resist. You wanted this. Needed this.

“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” you said hoarsely. “I need you to take me hard and fast until we both can’t breathe, until we are both drenched in sweat. Fuck me like you want me—”

He kissed you. Deeply, hungrily. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting and exploring the already familiar ground. His hips started picking up the pace, rewarding him with a satisfactory moan from you in his mouth. He thrust into you harder and faster, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body that you thought you might never recover from.

“God, you’re such a spoiled little brat,” he broke the kiss, breathlessly panting and resting his forehead against yours. “Who spoiled you like that?”

He thrust into you, his hips moving faster and harder now, his breath hot in your ear as he spoke. You whimpered in response, the exquisite pain and pleasure somehow heightening your arousal.

“Was it me? Did I spoil you like this? Careful what you say, baby,” he growled, still thrusting into you with an intensity that left you breathless.

“Yes, sir,” you gasped.

“Fuck, you know exactly what to say to keep getting what you want, don’t you?” Lando grinned wickedly as he heard your soft submission. It turned him on in ways he didn't fully understand, but he knew that his body was responding in a way that made him harden even more.

“Yes, sir,” you repeated more loudly.

Your eyes met for a moment before he leaned in and captured your lips in another searing kiss. Hands gripped each other as you kissed passionately, tongues entwining in a dance of desire and need. Lando's hips continued their frenzied pace, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You tightened your legs around him, urging him deeper, faster.

"Ready for me, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, your eyes conveying your desperation and need. His eyes darkened, and he began to move faster and harder. You could feel each pulse of his cock as it slid into you, your walls tightening around him. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your skin, mingling with the sweat on your own body. Every movement was a demonstration of his dominance, of your submission. It was intoxicating, addictive and you couldn’t get enough.

With one final, powerful thrust, Lando groaned your name, release flooding through him as he filled you completely. Your own release followed, waves of pleasure washing over you as your core clenched around him. He held you tight, his body shaking with the force of his own orgasm as you both came down from the high.

The room was filled with the sounds of your panting, the wetness of your skin, and the thudding of your hearts. You knew that this wasn't the end. There would be more nights like this, more moments of raw, feral connection, but for now, you savored the aftermath, the feeling of being completely taken by him.

#“tongues entwining in a dance of desire and need” #shut up omg #but actually dont plz keep writing forever and ever #fic recs

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I think for sprint races to be properly interesting F1 has to introduce a completely random grid order, give us a hunger games style reaping where we see Logan Sargent picked for P1 and through indomitable bad luck Alpine is still P19 and P20 somehow.

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i was inspired by my last rb.

#7! #home sweet home #i want to do the trans-canada highway journey or the [very expensive] railway journey some day

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Songs keep coming up on shuffle that remind me of certain drivers and I wish I had the time/patience/skill to made video edits because I have so many good ideas i stg

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i'm conducting an experiment. everyone who's from an english speaking country state your country, regional area and what you call the following images. i need to see something

#fries #chips #idk what that is #cookies #pop #candy #cigarettes/darts #toque #cotton candy #very americanized words you gave me here #minus dart and toque - those are prime canada

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I hope for McLaren that they’re gonna give us more landoscar content or I’m gonna start throwing hands fr

#lil angels #my sons #art

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Would love to hear thoughts and predictions for Love Thy Neighbour before I prepare to post the second part later!!

I love hearing what people think might be coming ;) and I want to chat with more of you! Send some asks :)

#dont be shy #pleaseee

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ANDREW RIDGELEY in WHAM! (2023)

#itimemachine when #my sweet andy #style icon of the early 80s #andy

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George making dumplings | via

#fuck OFF #its giving dad #its giving i come home from work and hes making dinner for the kids #its giving i am delusional #its giving PLEASE #gr #its giving love thy neighbour george tbh

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George: I made tea. Max: I don’t want tea. George: I didn’t make you tea, this is my tea. Max: Then why did you tell me? George: It’s a conversation starter. Max: It’s a shit conversation starter. George: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.