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lxndonorris · 1 year

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no shaving - Esteban Ocon

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit) loving Estebans stubble, you hide his razor so he can't shave x gif by @princemick word count: 1080+

During the winter break your boyfriend Esteban kept his beard growing slightly, just enough to wear a light stubble. However, right before the first race of the season, he shaved it off, for whatever reason. Luckily, it's growing back rather quickly, and this time, you won't let it happen just yet. That's why you hid his shaving utensils, both of his razors and some cream, right underneath the bed. Now, you're lying on top of the bed, wearing one of Esteban's hoodies and shorts, browsing your phone, when you can hear Esteban looking for his stuff all over the bathroom.

Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you lift your face just enough to see him enter the room. He's wearing a white shirt, black track pants, white socks, and his hair is messy yet beautiful. Obviously, he's rocking that light stubble, looking even more handsome than usual. Esteban looks at you for just a second, before continuing his search in this room. You watch him open the closets, nightstands, and some of his suitcases before he lets out a long sigh. "What's wrong?" You say innocently, and he instantly turns around.

"Oh, uh, looking for my razors." He says, running a hand through his messy hair, the back of his head, and right through his scruffy beard, scratching himself gently. "Oh." You say, trying your best to not act suspicious. "I looked everywhere." He says, steadying both of his hands on his hips, with his eyes looking through the room again, in case he might have missed it. Esteban grimaces, one hand now back at his neck, stroking himself tenderly. "I don't wanna go to the store." He pouts, and you put your phone down.

"I mean, you don't have to shave." You shrug, catching his attention. "Mhmm." He eyes you curiously, taking a few steps closer to the bed. "You wouldn't know where my stuff is, would you?" Esteban says, raising an eyebrow, while still stroking his neck. He knows that you love his beard, after all, you told him that a million times during the break, which initially lead him to keep a light stubble. "No." You say, avoiding his eyes for just a second, the pressure getting more and more unbearable. He must know something by now, but you are not that easy to break. As soon as you meet his gaze again, he tilts his head taking another step forward.

"Of course not." He then shrugs, and you know, he's up to something. You bite your lower lip now, trying so hard to keep a serious expression as you watch him walk around the bed, and right up to you. Esteban is now towering over you, looking down, while you prepare yourself for what's to come next. "Are you telling me, or do I need to make you tell me." He growls, his whole body stiffer than usual. The sound of his voice already sends shivers down your spine, with him wearing tight pants, a shirt flattering his well-formed body, and a sly smirk making it even harder for you to not give in.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You chuckle softly, shaking your head in denial. He takes a deep breath and strokes the bridge of his nose. "So, you make me do it." Esteban exhales, turns back to you, and in an instant, he bends down, tickling you. "No, Este." You protest, and at first, you manage to hold him off quite confidently, but he won't let it go that easily. "Look what you make me do." He growls playfully, gets on top of the bed, and overpowers you. "STOP." You giggle uncontrollably, desperately trying to get him off of you, while you feel his hands, his fingers dancing all over your skin. To make matters worse, he even slides underneath your hoodie, tickling you even more.

"Will you tell me now?" He smirks, as you just laugh. "OKAY. Okay. I tell ya." You breathe deeply, and he stops for a moment, waiting for you to stop laughing. For a few more moments, you lie there, breathing deeply, while Esteban kneels on the bed, his body pinning yours down. You turn your head to meet his gaze once again, a sly, satisfied grin forming on his lips before he raises both of his eyebrows. "So? Where is it?" He breathes deeply as well, his voice huskier than before. "Okay." Defeated, you pout. "Under the bed." He licks his lips in satisfaction, bends down, and kisses you, once, then twice.

You embrace his lips on yours, especially enjoying your skin-tingling due to his stubble. "Este." You breathe right into his mouth and steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling his body through the fabric of his shirt. He separates himself just enough for you to still feel his mouth on yours, and just then, you notice the faint scent of his cologne swirling around your nose. "Please don't shave, yet." You say, running a hand across his chest, further up to his neck, letting the tips of your fingers wander through his scruffy beard, causing him to purr contently.

"You like it that much, do you?" He growls softly, closing his eyes for a second while you keep on stroking his neck gently. "Yeah." You pout once again. "Just for a few more days." Leaning in, you kiss him softly, your lips barely brushing over his. "Y/N." He breathes deeply, opens his eyes, and melts into your gentle touch. For a moment, both of you kiss each other, before you feel him using his tongue to slowly spread his delicious taste all over your mouth. At the same time, you run a hand across his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder and harder, pressing against the shirt. Esteban returns the favor by doing the same, one hand on the bed, the other casually sliding under your hoodie again, stroking you lovingly.

Then, he removes himself again, your faces now just inches apart. "I think I can do that." He says, tilting his head again. A smile spreads across your face quickly. "Thank you, Este." You say, running a hand through his beard again, just like before, this causes him to purr lightly. He drops to the bed right beside you, and you turn to meet his gaze. Instantly, he lifts his arm, an open invitation for you to come closer. You move toward him, and he lowers his arm, pulling you into a warm hug, cuddling.

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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🏡 coming home - esteban ocon 🏡

summary: the blizzard caused flights across the country to be cancelled, which ended up to be terrible on your boyfriend’s end as he wanted to come home to you for the holidays. would that stop him or are you spending christmas alone?

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check out my winter wonderland celebration!

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Blindly reaching for your ringing phone over on the nightstand, you frowned as you checked the clock. It was nearly 4 in the morning, how did you manage to fall asleep while watching a film?

“You better be calling for a good reason,” You muttered sleepily, not bothering to check the caller ID, “I was asleep.”

“I should drop the call then,” Esteban joked nervously, pacing around the airport, “Sorry to wake you, darling.”

Smiling to yourself, you put the phone on loudspeaker and set it on the pillow, “What’s got you calling at this time?”

“Flights got cancelled, Y/N,” He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Apparently there’s a blizzard.”

If you weren’t awake earlier, you were definitely awake now. You were staring at the ceiling in the dark, feeling your heart drop and a frown forming on your face, “So…you can’t come home?”

Esteban raised a finger to a chauffeur, signaling to give him a moment, “I promise I’m trying to make ends meet, darling. I’m doing everything I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” You mumbled, deadpanned, “I’d rather have you safe than be in danger from coming home for Christmas.”

“Y/N…” Esteban said softly, loading his luggage in the van, “I’ll be home. That’s a promise.”

“Just be careful, I don’t know what plans you have,” You replied, sitting up on the bed, “I’m going to need occasional updates, Esteban.”

Nodding with a chuckle, Esteban replied, “I have to go now, I love you. Go back to sleep.”

“I love you,” You yawned, rubbing your eyes, “Be safe.”

As the line went silent, you sighed and switched the television to the local news, which definitely did not help the anxieties running through your head about your boyfriend’s safety.

On the other end, Esteban was sitting inside a van alongside a few other people, who wanted to get home for the holidays as much as he wanted to.

An elderly woman turns to him with a small smile, “Got your wife waiting for you back at home, son?”

“Oh, not my wife yet,” Esteban chuckled softly, his heart softening from the thought of you, “Still my girlfriend.”

“Are you planning to propose soon?” She questioned, “I hope you don’t mind me being a chatterbox.”

Nodding in response, Esteban smiled, “Definitely, she’s just…everything I’ve dreamed of.”

Patting the Frenchman’s shoulder, she replied, “Wishing the absolute best for the two of you.”

Esteban expressed his thanks before turning to stare out the window, snow hindering the visibility of the car to be at a normal speed. He fumbled with the charm that had your initial on his bracelet, wanting to hold you in his arms as soon as he can.

Back at home, you were wide awake. Esteban’s call woke you up at nearly 4 am, and you haven’t gotten any sleep since then. It’s nearly the end of the day, the moon starting to show up.

“Hey, love. I haven’t heard from you since the morning,” You said through the phone, twisting the promise ring on your finger, “I hope you’re safe. I just…I really hope you’ll be home soon.”

Sighing as you put the phone down, you set the food that you prepared on the table – despite the possible fact that Esteban not make it in time for you to welcome Christmas together.

Hearing your phone chime, you immediately grabbed it, only to feel disappointed that it wasn’t from Esteban.

Unknown Number: Happy Holidays! Your package with the tracking number of CSEN21HD8 will be attempted to be delivered today.

Upon reading the message, you frowned in confusion, you didn’t order anything that could possibly arrive at a time like this. In fact, you wondered as to whether or not this could be a faulty package.

Before your thoughts could further wander off, a knock on the door cut them off and you walked to see who it was through the peephole.

You opened the door slightly and frowned, mumbling to yourself, “There’s…no one there.”

Esteban peeked from the side and smiled, “You sure about that?”

“You’re home!” You exclaimed, opening the door wider to pull him in the tightest hug, “Oh, I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t respond to any of my voicemails!”

Esteban chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around you as he closed the door behind the two of you, “Awful reception, but I’m here now.”

“I’m glad you’re home in one piece,” You pulled away to kiss him on the cheek, dragging him to the dining room, “You must be hungry, do you need me to turn up the heater? You want to change clothes?”

“Darling, calm down, I’m alright,” He smiled, looking at you endearingly, “In fact, I have one thing I need to do.”

Humming as you went over to the switch to turn the heat up, “Yeah, what is- oh my god, Esteban.”

Esteban looked at you with a smile while he was down on one knee, a red velvet box in his hands, “Y/N, darling, I honestly don’t know where to begin. All I know is that you’re my person – and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You had tears in your eyes, looking at your longtime boyfriend in awe, “Esteban…I’m.”

“I gave you that promise ring sitting on your finger right now to signify my never-ending love for you,” He continued on, “And now I want to give you this ring…what I’m trying to say is, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Nodding eagerly, you smiled brightly with a few tears falling down your cheeks, “A million times yes.”

Letting out a deep breath, Esteban stood up and held your hand, carefully slipping the ring on your finger and kissing it, “Merry Christmas, darling.”

You hugged him tightly, resting your chin on his chest with a smile brighter than the stars that sat on the sky, “Merry Christmas, love.”

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ln444 · 6 months

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welcome !

cyra, 22, she/her, fr, team mclaren<3

⏸️ requests on hold !

byf/before requesting:

MDNI +18

drivers i write for: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, george russell, lewis hamilton, max verstappen.

(only with requests): pierre gasly, esteban ocon.

yes: smut, fluff, angst, smau, texts.

no: driver x driver, poly, threesomes or +, hard kinks (rape, knife play, etc...), anything related to discrimination, eating disorder, mental illness (unless it's anxiety).

⚠️english is not my first language, sry if i make any grammatical mistakes / i only write requests i'm comfortable with and that inspires me:)

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#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris #oscar piastri #carlos sainz #charles lecrelc #max verstappen #george russell #lewis hamilton #pierre gasly #esteban ocon #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 fluff #f1 smut #f1 angst

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alearicci · 9 months

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“estie... our daughter is perfect” – EO31

pairings: esteban ocon x wife!reader; esteban ocon x wife!y/n

summary: while Esteban performs at the Grand Prix and merges into one with speed, he does not even suspect that his wife y/n ocon is about to give birth to their long-awaited daughter.

warnings: pregnancy, the birth of the first child, a lot of emotions and reflections, comfort, tears

note: the second part is already in the profile. im crying. I really love estie and this theme of story. expect a lot of stories about family daily 🥹

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Every cell of his being wanted to be near his wife y/n, to meet their newborn daughter Amelie, who entered this world while he was racing.

With the festive champagne still sparkling on his racing suit, Esteban wasted no time. He hurriedly headed to the hospital, his mind consumed by a mixture of joy, anticipation and an insatiable desire to hug his daughter for the first time.

Already sitting in his car, Esteban started it and hurriedly taxied the sports car onto the main road. Keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel, he involuntarily thought about everything that was happening.

He's been dreaming about his daughter all his life. Not even about my son, although he also dreamed of him, but about my daughter. Vowing to be the best father he could be, he felt a huge determination to give her everything she deserved— love, support and opportunities that he may have missed out on as a child.

Memories of his own childhood came flooding back to him, when financial difficulties sometimes loomed over his head. To fulfill his dream, his parents had to sacrifice too much. The realization that he could now give his daughter the life he could only dream of lit a fire in him.

With every ounce of his being, Esteban promised himself that his daughter would never experience the difficulties he faced in his childhood. He will work tirelessly to secure her future, ensuring that she will be surrounded by the comfort, stability and resources necessary to realize her dreams.

I wonder what her dream will be?

But it wasn't just about material goods. He was fully aware that it is possible to be a great father regardless of financial capabilities. He sought to build a deep emotional connection with his daughter, to be close to her in every possible way. His thoughts wandered over the precious moments they would share, from bedtime stories to teaching her how to ride a bike, from cheering her on at school plays to being her unwavering support in difficult moments.

It was a pain in the heart that they would have to part often because of Ocon's career. As soon as this thought popped into his head, Esteban bit his lower lip and tightened his hands on the steering wheel. Now we need to think not about this, but about how their first meeting will happen.

As he sped along the road, the roar of the engine mixed with the stream of thoughts that dominated his head. "Amelie," he whispered to himself, savoring the sound of her name coming off his tongue. Chords of pride and overwhelming love began to intertwine in his thoughts, mixing with the responsibilities and dreams that lay ahead of him as a father.

Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace as he anxiously made his way through the crowded streets to the maternity hospital. The roar of the crowd and the impetuous atmosphere of the circuit were replaced by a serene calm that engulfed his thoughts. With each passing milestone on the way, his heart was filled with expectation.

Every red light, every turn and every passing car only fueled Esteban's impatience. He couldn't wait to hug y/n to soothe her with a gentle hug after a long wait. His heart was fluttering with anticipation, overflowing with love for the woman who stood by his side no matter what.

Finally reaching the hospital, Esteban hastily parked the car and rushed to the entrance. Nurses and doctors in smocks and masks greeted him with understanding smiles, recognizing the famous Formula 1 racer. However, at that moment he was just a nervous father-to-be.

Finally the moment has come. Esteban entered the hospital room, his gaze immediately stopped on y/n. He caught his breath when he saw her, her face shining with a mixture of fatigue and pure happiness. Their eyes met, conveying a deep message of love and gratitude that could not be expressed in any words.

Esteban distinctly felt moisture begin to accumulate in the corners of his eyes. He laughed faintly and covered his eyes with his hand, not wanting to show his weakness to his beloved wife.

She smiled faintly and muttered.

"Come to me, my love"

Ocon obediently walked over and sat down on a chair next to y/n's bed. She reached out her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Esteban sniffed and put his hand on hers.

"We did it, l'amour de ma vie. (love of my life)"

"No, you did it, y/n. She's everything we could ever dream of, honey. I can't believe how lucky we are to have her in our lives. I'm so proud of you, my love. You brought our beautiful girl into this world."

Esteban smiled tenderly and leaned towards his wife to leave a light kiss on her lips. He didn't want to disturb her and decided that he would have time to kiss her properly a little later.

"I'm going to cry, Estie."

This intimate and personal moment was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor.

"Mr. Ocon, good evening. Your baby is strong and healthy, the nurse can bring her here or you can go to her. Do you want to see her?"

"Yes, Doc, a thousand times yes."

"Let the baby be brought here," y/n said softly. "I want to see them."

"Okay, then wait a bit."

The doctor left and in just a few seconds a nurse entered the room with a baby in a special transparent box.

"Will you take her in your arms?"

Esteban exhaled loudly and did not dare to look at his child. He was both ready and not ready to face this little miracle.

"If possible."

"Of course. Take off your T-shirt, it will be an important ritual in forming your bond. Hold it, just be careful."

"Of course," Esteban replied and took the baby in his arms.

She was light. Like a feather.

His heart seemed about to pop out of his chest.

The sight of her delicate, delicate features on her face filled him with awe and a sense of deep responsibility. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized the incredible privilege granted to him — fatherhood.

His hands were shaking as he pulled her to him. When her tiny gentle warmth touched his skin, a wave of emotions overwhelmed him. In that infinitesimal moment, he felt an indissoluble bond forming, forever binding his heart to the heart of his daughter. He admired her innocence, her beautiful soul and the amazing mixture of herself and y/n that lay before him.

"Welcome to this wonderful world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter.

He gently cradled the newborn Amelie in his strong but gentle arms. With a soft smile on his face, he leaned a little closer and whispered to her in a soothing voice, trying not to disturb her sleep and peace.

"You are already loved more than words can express," he whispered, his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of awe and joy.

Ocon couldn't help but admire the miracle of life and the incredible journey that his daughter was going to have. He spoke softly, sharing his hopes, dreams and aspirations for her.

"I want you to know that you can become anyone. You already have my mom's strength, determination and talent to cope with any challenge that gets in your way," he muttered with unshakable faith in his voice.

He continued to share his love and admiration, his words were filled with warmth and encouragement.

"You see, my little one, life will be filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures, but always remember that I am here for you. I will be your guiding star, your greatest support, ready to cherish every moment with you," he whispered, his voice laced with unwavering commitment.

Speaking to her, Okon could already imagine how many adventures they were going to have together. From race tracks to family gatherings and ordinary, everyday moments, he promised to be present at every stage of her life.

"And whenever the world makes you feel depressed or insecure, just know that you can always find comfort in my arms. I will hold you, comfort you and remind you of what a great girl you are," he shared, his voice filled with unconditional fatherly love.

With a gentle and loving touch, Formula 1 driver Esteban Ocon cradled his newborn daughter Amelie in his strong arms. The dimly lit room became a serene backdrop for this precious moment, when Esteban quietly whispered to his tiny bundle of joy.

"Welcome to this world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter. Looking into her eyes, he wondered what adventures awaited them.

"You are the most precious gift, Amelie. I promise to protect you, guide you and love you with all my heart," Esteban continued a little louder than a whisper. He knew the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, but he was determined to be the best father and role model for his little girl.

Esteban gently stroked Amelie's delicate cheek, tracing the contours of her face with his fingertips. He admired her tiny features and the perfect harmony she seemed to embody. At that moment, time stopped when he was overwhelmed by a wave of overwhelming love.

"Tu fais partie de moi, Amélie, et je fais partie de toi (You are a part of me, Amelie, and I am a part of you)," Esteban whispered, a mixture of excitement and a sense of responsibility in his voice. He was thinking about the legacy he wanted to pass on to his daughter—a legacy of perseverance, dedication and striving for a dream.

As Esteban continued to cradle his daughter, he whispered secrets about the world they would explore together, ranging from the breakneck speed of the race track to the tranquility of nature. He talked about the different cultures they would encounter, the lessons they would learn, and the memories they would create.

"You see, mon petit ange (my little angel), life is an incredible journey, and I will be by your side every step of the way," Esteban whispered, his voice a mixture of unshakable determination and deep love. He imagined the two of them overcoming difficulties, supporting each other and celebrating victories, both big and small.

While Amelie was peacefully dozing in his arms, Esteban Ocon's adoration for his daughter grew immeasurably. In that quiet moment, he knew that this bond they shared would be unbreakable.

With a final whisper, he whispered, "Amelie, my precious, you are my world, and I will love you forever."

With every whispered word, Ocon created a connection that would last a lifetime. He knew that Amelie would grow up to be as strong, resilient and determined as her father.

In that precious moment when he cradled his precious daughter and shared his heartfelt feelings, Esteban Ocon became a beacon of love, inspiration and support for his beloved Amelie.

In this hospital room, surrounded by the love of his wife and the newfound joy of his daughter's presence, Esteban realized that winning the race was just a chapter in a much grander adventure. The real victory lay in this precious family, now united by a common love that will last for their entire lives.

Cradling Amelie in his arms, Esteban Ocon felt a deep sense of gratitude for the journey that had brought him to this unusual moment. The upcoming path of a loving husband and devoted father promised countless victories, trials and unceasing love.

Esteban had forgotten that in addition to him and his daughter, there was a nurse and his wife in the room. When his gaze fell on them, the nurse was sitting on the edge of the patient's bed and handing her paper handkerchiefs with which she wiped her tears.

Looking at them, Ocon couldn't help smiling and gently, barely perceptibly, kissed his treasure on the forehead.

crying part two?

#esteban ocon #esteban ocon x reader #fatherhood #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #oneshot #formula one #family #child #popular #estie bestie #oco31 #f1 #drabble

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thebearchives · 1 year

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[ 03:24 ] | EO31

PAIRING: esteban ocon x reader

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

NOTES: don't write for estie bestie, but for @estevries i will <33 hope u enjoy, cay bae. hope i did him justice <33

“esteban?” your voice just barely raised above a whisper.

it had been silent for the past few minutes, and you couldn’t help but wonder if esteban had fallen asleep. your fingers lightly tapped against his chest, just grazing the skin of his bare chest,

a hum sounded from beneath you, he was awake.

you paused your tapping, instead wrapping the arm around his waist. you picked up your head, resting your chin against his chest, eyes gazing up at his face.

esteban opened his eyes, half-lidded as if heavy with sleep. he caught your gaze and a soft smile graced his lips. he blinked slowly, arm coming around your waist to push you flush against his bare torso and chest.

“‘m awake, promise,” it was a jumbled mess, but you could make out his words easily, courtesy of the countless late nights you’d spent with a drowsy esteban.

this time, you spoke slightly louder than the first, “i can’t sleep.”

esteban’s eyes fluttered close as he smiled at you, “lève-toi, mon chou.” get up, my sweetheart

you smiled, pushing off of his chest. you watched as esteban pushed himself up, resting his back against the cushioned headrest of your bed. he pushed the blanket back and gestured for you to slot yourself between his legs.

you cuddled into his torso, a tired giggle escaping your lips when esteban’s finger grazed against the underside of your tummy. the two of you quickly found yourselves assembling into a very familiar position— a product of many sleepless nights like tonight.

esteban wrapped his arms around you, one hand coming up to rest at your thigh, palm up, while the other caressed the side of your torso. your fingers busied themselves, playing with his. a soft smile made its way to esteban’s face— after so many months, he still couldn’t get over how cute your little habits were.

“c'était quoi cette fois-ci?” his voice was quiet, mixing in with the calm silence that fell over the two of you. what was it this time?

you hummed noncommittally, “nothing, really. just anxiety.”

“dont tu veux parler?” do you want to talk about it?

you lightly shook your head, “not really.”

“d’accord.” okay. he tightened his grip on you, “do you wanna hear what pierre did today?”

you smiled lazily, turning your head up to look at him, “was it as bad as last week?”

“worse.” esteban leaned down and placed a kiss on your upturned forehead.

“enlighten me.”

esteban sighed, before getting into his long retelling of how pierre had managed to break the door knob of his driver room, dramatizing some parts to elicit laughs from you. after the retelling ended, he went on to share more moments from the past season, voice getting quieter as the minutes passed.

it wasn’t long before your breathing slowed, head snuggled into the crook between his shoulder and torso, fingers intertwined with his.

esteban carefully pulled the two of you down into bed again, lips pressing to your forehead once more as he closed his eyes and followed you into the dream world.

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seasidepierre · 2 years

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Not sure if its drabble but pierre and esteban working out their differences in a threesome with you?

"There is absolutely no way."

You thought you had made yourself clear when the proposal had been made by a very flirty but very drunk Pierre, back in the club you'd been celebrating Alpine's double podium at.

"C'mon. We deserve it," Pierre had grinned, lazily stroking your bare arm with his index finger. "We worked so hard. We've been good to each other. We were nice boys, like you told us to be."

"And? You think you deserve a golden star sticker?" You snickered.

"Not a golden star sticker. Just you on all four between us two," Pierre slurred.

"Quit pestering her," Esteban appeared on your side, draping an arm around your shoulders.

"See, I won't even tell him he's annoying when he's trying to be the nice guy!" Pierre defended himself.

"Me? The nice guy?" Esteban snickered.

"Yes, you're like.. A church boy, really," Pierre sighed.

"I could make her come in half the time you'd need," Esteban prided himself.

"Okay, then prove it!"

"You just forget that I said no," You rolled your eyes, shrugging Esteban's arm away from your shoulders.

"I wasn't even asking for only me," Pierre groaned, crossing his arms on his chest. "Esteban, you were included in the plans. Because we were nice to each other this weekend. I thought it'd be nice to keep sharing good times, actually."

"See, that's where you should have started instead of telling me I was annoying," Esteban grinned. "So? Your room or one of ours?"

"Guys, quit it, I mean it," You blushed.

"As if we didn't see your eyes linger on Esteban's chest when he's changing in the garage," Pierre smiled.

"Or on Pierre's ass whenever you can, actually," Esteban added.

"As a matter of fact, you're both annoying."

"Oh stop it, you love us!"

"I do, but that doesn't mean I want to have a threesome with both of you. I don't have the emotional capacity to deal with your grudges and constant competition."

"We don't ask for emotional bagage, we only want to share the good times with you," Esteban tried to convince you, and that bastard added the small corner smirk you liked so much on his lips.

His eyes were sparkling, the warm and comforting chocolate a perfect opposite to Pierre's fiery ocean blue. You'd be lying if you'd actually said you'd never thought of this, ever since Pierre joined Alpine. Both drivers were incredibly attractive in their own ways, Esteban being the nice guy with the kind attention and the desire to help and please, Pierre bringing the physical attraction and fun to the mix.

If you were completely honest, you knew this was a once in a lifetime offer and you'd forget about it in a week or two. This was just a night of fun. No one had to know about it, especially not your bosses, right?

You downed the last of your cocktail and slammed the glass back on the coffee table.

"Your room, Pierre. You're on the oceanside of the hotel and if I'm about to be fucked against a window, I'd rather have a nice view, if I'm honest."

#cozy night #drabbles galore #pierre gasly fanfiction #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #esteban ocon fic #esteban ocon fanfic #esteban ocon fanfiction #pierre gasly fic #esteban ocon x pierre gasly x reader #esteban ocon x you #esteban ocon x reader

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minkyungseokie · 1 month

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Esteban Ocon; EO31

Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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Flavy + Esteban

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daydreamingleclerc · 1 year

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guys send in little blurbs for f1 drivers pls i need to do fun blurb/drabble writings this evening to take my mind off of life <3

any driver works (but not max or checo lmfao sorry) for fluffy ones but i’ll only write smutty / overly suggestive ones for:

mick, lewis, charles, pierre, carlos, lance & daniel

#any driver works #f1 #drabble #blurb #lewis hamilton #mick schumacher #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #pierre gasly #lance stroll #esteban ocon #daniel ricciardo #george russell #zhou guanyu #yuki tsunoda #lando norris

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redclercs · 1 year

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— CHARLES LECLERC 16

↳ delicate [charles x actress! reader series]

↳ i only see daylight [established relationship, fluff.]

↳ can he fight? [established relationship, smau, actress! reader]

↳ begin again [smau, actress! reader, strangers to lovers]

— MAX VERSTAPPEN 1

↳ straight home to me [smau, singer!reader]

↳ does he take care of you? [drabble, mdni]

— DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

↳ karma is my boyfriend [smau, singer!reader]

— GEORGE RUSSELL 63

↳ coming soon!

— CARLOS SAINZ 55

↳ he's so obsessed with me [smau, artist!reader]

↳ we were something, don't you think so? [smau, ft. lewis hamilton]

— ESTEBAN OCON 31

↳ coming soon!

— SERGIO PEREZ 11

↳ coming soon!

— MICK SCHUMACHER 47

↳ coming soon!

— LANDO NORRIS 4

↳ coming soon!

— LEWIS HAMILTON 44

↳ we were something, don't you think so?[smau, ft. carlos sainz]

more drivers to be signed!

#f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #masterlist #f1 x y/n #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 imagines #formula 1 x you #formula 1 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #george russell x reader #esteban ocon x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #carlos sainz x reader #sergio perez x reader

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silversainz · 11 months

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If I understood properly your request are open so can you write for Esteban ocon about prompt 19 “i bet you’d love to have him watch us”? Thannnk you

# warnings — dom!esteban, fingering, degradation, dirty talk.

Esteban had came down from the podium accepting the many congratulations and hugs as he walked through the crowd of people, he’d expected to see you somewhere in the crowd waiting to congrats him and gave him the usual hug and kisses you’d normally give him after a race, but you where nowhere in sight.

That is until he walked into the alpine garage, seeing you standing beside his car talking with Pierre. He scoffed, jaw clenching as he didn’t expect to see you beside Pierre, your ex, at one of the most important moments.

“So that’s where you ran off to” you turned around, cheeky smile on your face as you clearly thought of nothing wrong.

“Was waiting for you to celebrate” you walked up to him hugging him tightly, Esteban accepted the hug sending Pierre a dark glare behind your back which Pierre just shrugged his shoulders a smirk plastered on his face.

“Would’ve been nice to have you actually see me up on the podium” you awkwardly chuckled now noticing how you where stuck in the middle of them, Pierre behind you and Esteban in front both sending each other glares.

“Well, um, lets head to your room, no” Esteban hummed hand grabbing yours, dragging you away from Pierre who eyed you up and down one last time as you walked away from him, the look went unnoticed by you but not by Esteban which made his chest tighten up jealously and anger overtaking him.

As you made it to his drivers room, Esteban had you up against the walls lips immediately catching yours in a sloppy and dirty kiss. You groaned into the kiss feeling his hand disappear from holding your hip to underneath your dress, thumb rubbing soft circles on your clit through your panties. He chuckled feeling lthe wet patch already there

“Already fucking wet” he pushed your panties to the side, “kinda pathetic” you whined feeling his finger slide up your wet folds before roughly pushing them into your cunt.

“Fuck Esteban” your nails dug into his biceps head falling back against the wall.

He leaned forward lips brushing over the shell of your ear, “i bet you’d love to have him watch us” you clenched around him making a dark chuckle leave his lips.

“You like that idea huh” you couldn’t speak, mouth hung open as he pushed his fingers deeper in your cunt. “Too fucking bad you’re mine, not his, mine”

#esteban ocon #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon x you #esteban ocon smut #esteban ocon imagine #Esteban ocon Drabble #f1 drabbles

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