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formulapai · 3 months

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YOU’RE PURR-FECT FOR ME !

scenario: how some of the grid would deal with a cat-obsessed lover

warnings: cat scratches, blood due to scratches, biting, overall just kitty shenanigans

pai’s words: grew up surrounded by cats (and even now, meet Sushi my kitty baby and her VERY BIG FANGS in the first pic !) (she has a teeth condition so her fangs just grow and grow and we have to take her to the vet so they can trim them sksksksk still lives a wonderful life don’t worry) so i have a particular spot in my heart for them 🫶

MAX🍊

- CAT DAD

- jimmy and sassy are his little menaces and he never shuts up about them

- is very fond of all the cat memes you send him and saves them

- rolls his eyes when you nag at him for punishing the cats, even when they did something they definitely should get punished for (aka just max pointing an accusatory at them and slightly raising his voice)

- wheezed the first time you proposed a cats play date but soon realized you were serious and stopped

- knows he can always count on you to watch over his two menaces when he’s away and always makes sure to thank you profusely

- does the same for you when you’re away and sends you pictures and videos of your cats all day long, even FaceTiming you to show you the damages they decided to do to his apartment

- once you live together he has to physically stop you buying every cute cat furniture you see. no, you don’t need yet another litter box just because this one’s yellow with little flowers. no, your cat’s life won’t be drastically better if their food bowls are heart-shaped.

- in the end, he gives in and drives you to the store because he can’t resist you and your love for cats

ESTEBAN🍊

- sends you random cats pictures and caption them with “us ☺️”

- he sees a cat keychain while traveling? he buys it for you. a shirt with paw prints on it ? he buys it too. a box of cookies with the picture of a cat on it ? yeah, it’s going in his luggage too.

- brings treats for your kitties when he visits you and tells you about the searches he did before buying them

- responsible cat dad in law

- smiles SO BRIGHT when you send him videos of the little monsters before his races, it really pumps him up

- is the one sending you shopping ideas for cat furniture and gladly takes you to the store or orders for you

- posts them all over his social medias

- one time, one of your cats bit him pretty deep in the calf and he spent ten minutes trying to free his leg from the murder fangs

- never told you about it because 1) his pride suffered because of the fact that a CAT defeated him 2) he cares about Mr.Chonk and doesn’t want you punishing him

PIERRE🍊

- said many times that he much prefers dogs but deep down, he loves the balls of fur

- annoys them all the time and complains when his arms look like scratching posts

- gives them the dumbest nicknames and laughs his ass off when you complain about it

- the first thing he buys when he goes grocery shopping before coming to your place is cat food, so much that you have cupboards full of it but don’t have the heart to tell him as you know it’s his way of taking care of them

- your cats adore him when he’s not being a pain in their backside

- locks them out of the bedroom and makes fun of you for giving in and letting them inside after they meowed on the other side of the door

- scolds them like he’d scold kids and tells them off about their attitude when he notices their ears going on airplane mode, scolds you too when you take their side and coo at them

- sends you tiktoks about cat clothes and orders it because he knows the cats are going to hate it

- movie night turns into him cuddling “his babies” and leaving you sitting on the floor

OSCAR🍊

- grew up with dogs but is a cat person deep down

- snorts when you send him pics of your cats next to pics of him, or the “polite cat Oscar” memes you find on twitter

- never carries them in his arms because he knows they’ll gnaw on him so whenever he has to lift them off the kitchen counter, he puts his hands behind their front legs and lifts them “Simba-in-lion-king style” which has you wheezing

- sighs when he sees that you bought new cat trinkets

- he lets you change his phone screens and widgets to cat pictures and memes because you were bored and already did yours

- complains when you show him the matching pjs you bought with paw prints all over but you catch him wearing them in a FaceTime call

- you once played with your monsters and ended up with little drips of blood all over from scratches and bite marks (accidental, the monsters can get quite into the games) and he panicked

- you heard him scolding the cats after he cleaned you up and took a video of it. you still teases him about it sometimes

LANDO🍊

- is a dog person but also loves your hairy ankle biters

- asks max about how to woo your cats. max just makes fun of him and leaves him to suffer like a real bestie.

- whenever he opens your front door, he knows he has 0.2 seconds to enter and close it before they come running and try to get out. he once let them out and had to run after them in your building stairs

- loves to come up to them when they’re sleeping and pinch their belly to annoy them

- sends you pics of everything cat-related he sees when he travels, as well as pics of real cats

- his jpg account is filled with his little family (you and your cats) and their crimes (the bite marks adorning his legs and you laughing in the background)

- when you move together, the cats know exactly when he starts streaming and run to the room he’s in, causing ruckus and showing the viewers just how little power Lando has over the cuties

- he closes the door once but immediately opens it when he hears a loud thud, one of the cats running straight into the door because it’s never ever closed. the video of him crying in laughter on the floor as the kitty meows in annoyance gets all over social medias and everyone teases him about being a bad cat dad

- takes the tiny menace in his arms when he’s finally able to stop sobbing and shows everyone they’re fine

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agendabymooner · 3 months

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SOMETHING AGREEABLE !!! ESTEBAN O. X FEM!READER X PIERRE G. (18+)

summary: the two alpine drivers were always thought to have been rivals. but little did people know, they’ve always had an affinity for one thing and she was something of a middle ground for them.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), blurb because i’m tryna get out of a writing slump, explicit language, double penetration, dumbification and size kink if you squint, mentions of team relationships (drivers friendships etc), french dialogue

note: “we have a french sandwich at home” the french sandwich at home:

enjoy xx

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people always assumed that the two alpine drivers were nothing but rivals within close proximity.

they always wondered how esteban ocon and pierre gasly interacted off the track and during their meetings, and if they were on each other’s throats all the time.

both men had scoffed when they were asked about their relationship off the track— and how they were often pit against each other.

pierre thought that this was outrageous that he even dropped names of teams that showed lack of off-track friendships or even relationships, telling the reporter that not even his best friend charles leclerc and carlos sainz had something of a friendship away from the cameras.

esteban and pierre’s friendship was genuine, unlike most people in the grid. even if the alpine duo would argue, they’d always find a middle ground.

one in the form of a woman, who was stuck between two bodies as esteban and pierre fucked her whilst her lips offered nothing but silent gasps and incoherent mumbles.

esteban’s arms hooked under her legs as he devoured her mouth sweetly, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt and making lewd noises as he did so. he hadn’t even allowed her to hook her legs around his hips, instead he lifted her as he thrusted and out of her while he stood.

she could feel her heart beat rapidly moving, saliva sliding down her bare tits as she craved for more.

“une fille si impatiente,” such an eager girl. esteban tutted, wiping the liquid off her lips away as he continued to bottom out inside of her. “do you like that, mon cherie?”

“ye- yeah,” she stammered quietly, crying out when pierre thrusted inside her hole and bottomed out as well. she sunk into both of their cocks, her holes completely filled by their girth and length as she babbled, “oh, oh- fuck. ‘m so full.”

“yes you are, bebe,” pierre growled from behind her as he and esteban began to thrust inside her. he then taunted her and nipped her ear, “si serré pour nous. est-ce que tu aimes ça? se faire baiser plein de nos bites?” so tight for us. do you like this? being fucked full of our cocks?

she wasn’t able to pick up on any words after they began to move once more, her mind going on an overdrive as the two men took over her senses and had her brain melting. her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure and the feeling of both of their cocks inside her holes.

“she can’t even speak,” esteban smiled smugly when she uttered nothing but a silent scream, her eyes rolling back as esteban repeatedly hit the sensitive spot inside her pussy. “i think we fucked her too much.” he laughed with pierre.

pierre’s hands snaked around her stomach as he murmured, “look at you, bebe. i can feel estie’s dick inside of you. so big no?”

“mm,” she cried quietly, now being lifted up and down by esteban and pierre as they increased their pace. “oh fuck! s’good. please fuck me harder, please.”

pierre merely looked at esteban and exchanged smiles with him, eager to fuck her as she wanted.

after all, she was someone that they could always agree on. talk about real friendship.

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f1letters · 1 year

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midnights (3am edition) - masterlist

A collection of stories inspired by lyrics of the one and only, miss Taylor Swift.

note: regarding the stories, some of them are not inspired by the entirety of the song but only by some loose verses (due to their content) PLEASE check the warnings before reading (as there are stories with some tw)

lavender haze | mv1 (2.8k)

"I been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully"

summary: after winning his second championship in another controversial way, max needed her by his side more than ever as the media tried to tear him apart

maroon | cs55 (4.3k)

"how the hell did we lose sight of us again? sobbing with your head in your hands, ain't that the way shit always ends?"

summary: they both knew their relationship would ruin them both, but they couldn't stop themselves from running back to each other every goddamn time

anti-hero | cl16 (3.6k)

"I wake up screaming from dreaming, one day, I'll watch as you leaving"

summary: no matter how many times charles told her she was more than enough, this misogynistic world kept giving her reasons to run away (driver!reader)

snow on the beach | ls18 (3.2k)

"you wanting me tonight feels impossible, but it's coming down"

summary: nothing would ever compare to the feeling of simultaneously falling in love with each other

you're on your own, kid | pg10 (4.1k)

"I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me. it's okay, we're the best of friends"

summary: after what she thought was the best night of her life, she came to the realization that she was nothing but one more girl on his list

midnight rain | gr63 (3.1k)

"chasing that fame, he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight"

summary: what happens when he decides his career will always be more important than their relationship?

question…? | ls18 (3.4k)

"did you wish you'd put up more of a fight when she said it was too much?"

summary: she was just planning a fun night out with her best friends, but an unexpected reunion changes everything

vigilante shit | pg10 x cl16 (3.4k)

"you did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them"

summary: revenge is served cold and it tastes especially sweet when it involves his best friend

bejeweled | ln4 (2.7k)

"and I miss you, but I miss sparkling"

summary: after a triple-header where they couldn't see each other, things got even stranger when her boyfriend seemed totally uninterested in spending time with her. so, she took matters into her own hands

labyrinth | aa23 (3.9k)

"uh-oh, I'm falling in love. oh no, I'm falling in love again"

summary: it's safe to say she wasn't expecting to fall in love so quickly after just ending a five-year relationship, but alex albon was just everything she needed without even realizing it (russell!reader)

karma | lh44 (3.6k)

"karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me"

summary: seeing her toxic ex was never fun, but maybe it was less fun for him when he realized she was currently dating the GP winner on the screen, who happened to be his favourite driver

sweet nothing | sv5 (3.0k)

"all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing"

summary: after years of battling infertility, seb was still by her side. he didn't need anything else but her... but maybe their lives were about to get a little more crowded

mastermind | cs55 (3.8k)

"what if I told you none of it was accidental?"

summary: it all started when she saw him across the room and she knew right away she wouldn't give up until he was hers

the great war | dr3 (3.9k)

"my hand was the one you reached for all throughtout the Great War"

summary: after the media was filled with cheating rumours involving her husband, she faced hard times trying to rebuild what was left of their relationship

bigger than the whole sky | ms47 (2.9k)

"i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been, what should've been you"

summary: guilt consumed her alive when she lost the baby she initially didn't plan on having... maybe the outcome could've been better if she did something different, she thought

paris | eo31 (3.2k)

"romance is not dead if you keep it just yours"

summary: maybe their family and friends didn't understand all the secrecy of their relationship, but why risk ruining what they had when they lived happier than ever inside of their own bubble?

high infidelity | mv1 x ln4

"do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?"

summary: she knew it was a mistake getting involved with her boyfriend's best friend from the beginning, but she only realized how wrong it really was when she got confronted by the one person she should've been faithful to

glitch | ms47

"we were supposed to be just friends"

summary: they were supposed to be just friends with benefits, but things started to feel real when they found themselves travelling to each other constantly... behind her brother's back (vettel!reader)

would've, could've, should've | dr3

"and I damn sure never would've danced with the devil"

summary: when daniel thought his career was about to skyrocket in mclaren, he chose not to have anything to do with her anymore. two years later, regretting everything, he looked for her, only to find out she was a single mom to a beautiful curly-haired girl

dear reader | cl16 (2.8k)

"to a house, not a home, all alone cause nobody's there"

summary: when two strangers meet by fate in the same bar with the same goal - to drink their feelings - maybe they discover that they are actually two halves that fit together perfectly

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libraryofloveletters · 9 months

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The Thrill Of The Chase

Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: romantic tension, fernando being a protective uncle, elena is giving mean girl vibes in this (no hate to her I just needed a plot lmao), unspoken feelings, hidden meanings, alcohol and the consumption of, hints to infidelity, symptoms of a panic attack, google translated spanish, fernando and andrea are still together in this, lance and mick are the best duo a girl can ask for.

Word Count: 4.8k

Author’s Note: dedicated to @oconso - happy birthday miss girl! <33 thank you for always being insane with me and hopefully we have many more middle of the night in sync moments lmaoooo - I hope you like this :)) also yes, I had to use your fav estie gif duhhhh

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Spanish Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.

"Esteban!” you squealed, the man wrapping his arms around you when he saw you. “P12 dude,” your hand rested on his bicep, giving it a squeeze.

“I know, could be better,” he shrugged, giving you a smile. Esteban’s hands were on your waist, his thumb passing back and forth over your side. The two of you smiled at each other in the middle of the garage without care in the world.

It was moments like this that made you realize the feelings you held for the man but then reality sets in; the sound of the drills, the smell of the gasoline, the screaming and shouting of fans.

You and Esteban were attached at the hip, the two of you were only two years apart in age but it made no difference, you were basically the same person. You catered to each other’s every need without realizing and everyone can seem to see it except for the two of you.

Now despite the romance you two found yourselves in, there were a few massive obstacles in your way.

The first big issue is the fact that your uncle, Fernando, was Esteban’s teammate.

Despite the two of them being good friends, he warned of you to be careful around Esteban and if you two were to find yourselves together, Fernando would forbid you from coming to any more races - you were sure he was joking.

Secondly, Esteban was already in a relationship.

His girlfriend Elena was a wonderful woman who cared about him deeply but according to Esteban, who confided in you more often than not, they had hit a bit of a rocky patch.

There had always been a tension between you and the driver; a sort of spark that’s deniable.

Had someone dropped a match in the garage at this, it’d go up in flames and not because of the gasoline.

“Y/n?” Your uncle calls from his end of the garage, “let’s get a snack.” He nods towards the exit of the garage.

You nod, taking a step back from Esteban but not before the Frenchman gives your side a playful pinch. You swatted his hand away, laughing as you walked away. Glancing over your shoulder, Esteban gives you a smile when your eyes meet his.

Fernando reaches for your hand, interlocking fingers with you like you were 10 years old; you were certain sometimes he forgets you weren’t.

He’d always looked out for you like you were his own, he’s been the only father figure you’ve known so you tend to give in to him when he treats you like a little kid. Your parents separated when you were young; barely 5 years old and even before that, your father was never truly present. You didn’t feel like you were missing anything but seeing all your friends with their fathers, it hurt you to know you were missing out on that. Even as a kid you sensed it was different for you than it was for other kids.

There was always one person you could count on, your tío Nando.

You couldn't fully say Fernando as a child and it came out more like Nando, the name stuck to this day.

“Tío, slow down.” You pulled your hand away from him as he practically dragged you from the garage.

More often than not, you used the pathway behind the garages and between the hospitality buildings, a secret pathway away from the cameras and the shouting fans.

The man stops in his tracks, turning around to face you. “Mija, you need to be careful.”

“Of what?” You looked down, wondering if you had stepped on a wire or something.

Fernando grabbed your hands, pulling your focus back to him. “Esteban,” he starts, giving you a warning glance. “He has a girlfriend.”

Your brows pulled together, unsure what he meant. “I know that, what are you trying to say, tío? Escúpelo por favor.” (spit it out, please.) You huffed, not up for his hidden messages today.

“Esteban might not realize what he's doing and clearly you don’t either otherwise you would stay away. Don’t get caught up with him, y/n. He’s gonna get you into trouble, don’t let him pull you in.”

“We're just friends.” You remind the man.

Fernando huffed, arms folded across his chest as he gave you a disapproving look that portrayed more of an are you serious vibe than anything else. He knew you weren’t stupid but he also remembered what it was like to be your age; falling in love happens fast.

It’s exactly what’s happening to you and he doesn't want to see you hurt.

“Tío, I'm not stupid. I know what you mean but Estie and I?” You smiled, “just friends.”

“Las amigas no se miran así, cariño.” (friends don't look at each other like that, sweetheart.)

You aren’t fully sure what he meant by that but the words hung over your head all afternoon, an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you tried to figure it out but eventually you called it quits.

No need to worry yourself about that, Esteban has a girlfriend and you two were just friends. Right?

French Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.

P6 for tío Nando and P8 for Esteban; a good weekend for Alpine.

Esteban was happy to be in the points for his home race, a podium would be better but he’s not complaining. He had been in a good mood all weekend, he was home and his family had joined him for all 3 days; his parents and his girlfriend, Elena. The woman was a bit skeptical of you, giving you a look every now and then but you kept your distance from Esteban.

Fernando’s words rang in your head and you couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling in your stomach.

You’re on your uncle’s side of the garage, leaning on the wall as you watched them start to disassemble the car. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, hence why the Frenchman startled you when he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, a smile on his face. You give him a tight lipped one in return, his brows furrow momentarily. “You alright?” He asked, his hand still on your arm.

“Yeah,” you nod, glancing around the garage. “Congrats on P8. Massive drive, Esteban.”

That was the cherry on top of the unusually weird cake to him; you never called him Esteban. It was always Este or Estie, even Estie Bestie but you don’t call him Esteban unless you were introducing him to someone.

“Okay,” he says, brows furrowed so deeply you could see the creases on his forehead.

“What’s going on? You’ve got a weird smile on your face, you’re keeping your distance, you didn’t even give me my congratulatory hug. Are you not feeling well or something?” He rattles on options to explain your weird behaviour for another minute or so before he follows your line of sight to the blonde giggling away on the other side of the garage; Elena.

Esteban suddenly gets why you’ve been so distant towards him all weekend.

The driver looks at you, an apologetic look on his face as if he’s done something wrong by bringing his girlfriend to his home race. You shook your head, your quiet way of telling him to stop feeling sorry.

A change of topic comes when his phone buzzes in his hand. “Come to the club with us,” he says.

“Who’s us?” You asked.

“Me, Mick, Lance and Elena.”

You hummed, not really wanting to spend the evening with Esteban and his girlfriend.

Before you could answer, the girlfriend in question comes over to him, her chin on his left shoulder and her arm tossed over the right. “What’s up?” She asked him quietly, dismissing the fact that you were right there.

“I invited y/n to join us tonight.” His hand rests on hers, a smile on his face.

Elena looks at you, a look that you can’t fully make out on her face. There’s a sort of skepticism but also hatred mixed in; the nagging feeling in your stomach returns.

“Yeah,” she nods, “it’ll be fun, you should join us.”

“Okay,” you shrug, “maybe. I have to see if tío has plans for the evening. He was saying something about dinner with Andrea.”

Elena scoffs, a snicker to follow it. “You’re having dinner with your uncle?”

Your brows furrowed, looking at her unsure as to why she’s laughing. Esteban butts in before you could say anything to her, and he can’t help but notice the slight anger on your face - something only he would notice. “They’re close, babe. Just leave her alone.” He tells her, taking a step towards you and away from her.

You can’t help the smirk on your face but you clear your throat, smiling at her and Esteban. “Even if you're going to dinner, you can come after if you're up for it? Mick is coming by later because he’s going somewhere with Seb, maybe you can get a ride with him. Text him, I’m sure he’ll be happy to pick you up.”

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled.

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, Fernando wrapped up with media duties and the briefing before you both met Andrea and headed back to the hotel.

You were sat in the back, Andrea sat next to Fernando in the front. “Did you still want to do dinner, tío?” You called and he looked over at Andrea for a response.

“We were thinking it’d be nice to do dinner.” She shifts in her seat to look back at you. “Did you have plans, amor?”

“I mean.. sorta? They invited me to go to the club with them.”

“Who’s they?” Fernando asks, knowing you weren’t gonna get off the hook so easily.

It's not like you needed to give him every single detail of your life but when you ran in the same circles of Formula One drivers, there isn’t much secrecy anyways. One way or the other, he'd find out. Whether it's the photos being posted by those on the night out or the paparazzi, he'd know.

“Esteban, Elena, Mick and Lance.”

“Mija-” he starts but Andrea sets her hand on top of his that rested on her leg, “let her go, Fernando. She’s young, she doesn’t need to be stuck talking politics and race stats with us at dinner.”

The car comes to a stop at the red light. Fernando looks over his girlfriend who juts her chin at him, silently telling him to give in and then he looks into the rearview mirror, right at you.

“Just.. be careful, okay? No quiero verte lastimado.” (I don’t want to see you hurt.)

"Si claro, gracias tío.” (yeah sure, thank you uncle.)

You reached over, resting a hand on Andrea’s shoulder. “eres la mejor, tía.” (you’re the best, auntie.) The woman laughs, resting her own hand on yours.

Mick did in fact return to the hotel to drop Sebastian off, the older German held the door open for you as you walked down, meeting them by the car. He shut it after you got into the car, Mick rolling down the window.

“You kids have fun,” Seb says, leaning down to see into the car.

“We will,” Mick smiles, “tell Hanna and the kids I said hello.”

“I will, be safe you two.”

“Bye Seb!” You waved to him as Mick pulled off.

The two of you were the first to arrive, despite showing up an hour later than they had planned. You two had a drink, settling in for a bit before they showed up. Next was Lance, whose name was attached to the booth. The 3 of you headed over there and shortly after Esteban showed up with Elena and a few of her friends.

It was a quiet night, no drama and just fun.

Mick was dancing with a girl from the bar and Lance had been chatting up some model he met. You knew Lance well enough to know he won’t be taking her home, he was a commitment type of guy. She was just for the night, well more like just for the club.

You sat by the railing, watching the people squished together on the dance floor, jumping along to the beat. Someone walks over, sitting next to you.

Esteban.

The man hands you a glass, the smell alone was enough to make your head spin. “Jesus, did you dump the whole vodka bottle in here?”

Esteban chuckled, “I put what was left, too strong?” He looks at you, watching your face grimace as you take a sip. “I appreciate the sentiment but this is disgusting.” The two of you laughed when you set the glass down.

“Where's your other half?” You asked, he took a sip of his water before nodding towards the other side of the booth. Elena was there with her friends, the 3 of them taking photos.

“In the middle of a photoshoot,” he raises his brows, taking another sip of his water.

You hum, reaching over to the table. You poured two shots out, offering one to Esteban who politely declined by shaking his head. “Don’t drink, remember?”

“Right,” you downed the contents on one glass and set it down. “Forgot you’re a goody two shoes,” you downed the other one.

Esteban gave you a confused look but brushed it off, laughing at your comment. “I’m not a goody two shoes.”

You shrugged, sitting next to him and Esteban looked over at you. The two of you weren’t club people, he went out more than you did but this isn’t your scene.

His knee nudges yours, causing you to look over at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You seem.. distant? You’ve been off all weekend, y/n.”

“Esteban-” he cuts you off with a groan, “there you go again! What is it with you and my name?”

An exasperated look on your face, arms folded across your chest. “What do you want me to call you, Esteban ?”

“Something other than my name, y/n.”

“You just called me by my name.”

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“What for ?” You asked, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the man next to you.

Esteban looks over at his girlfriend and then back to you again; there he goes. He needed to stop this, it was a terrible habit for him to develop. He should know there was no need for him to be apologizing for his girlfriend being there.

He didn’t owe you anything, despite him feeling like he did.

“Esteban-” You start but he stops you, resting a hand on top of yours.

Your hand sandwiched between the cold leather of the seat and the warmth of his large hand, he looks at you, like really looks at you; his eyes meet yours and it's like everything around you fades away.

“It should be you instead.”

The words catch you off guard. You looked at Esteban, brows furrowed and a look of surprise on your face.

You aren’t given a moment to respond or even wrap your head around it before Elena was coming over, shouting her boyfriend’s name.

“Come take a photo with me!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him up from his seat. She seems to miss the look of utter shock on your face. Elena looks around for her friends to take the photo but sees that they’ve run off to dance.

“Here,” she passed the phone, practically forcing it into your hand. “Take it for us?” You can’t exactly say no when she’s staring you down.

“Uh- yeah okay.” You get up, following them a few steps.

Her arms wrapped around his middle, his hand on her hip. Elena smiled at the camera, leaning into her boyfriend and despite Esteban looking in the direction of what seems to be the camera, his eyes were fixed on you. They were burning into your skin, every passing glance left a mark that once made you feel loved but now made you feel confused and above all else, disgusting.

How could you allow yourself to fall so in love with a man that you knew could never be yours?

“Here you go,” you handed the phone over to her, taking a step away from them. Before Esteban gets the chance to say anything, you’re off towards the bar.

Mick was there, the woman he was once dancing with had now vanished. “You alright?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.

He smiles at you, nodding. “Legs hurt,” he swings them back and forth off the side of the stool.

“I think I'm gonna head home.”

“Are you alright?” He asked, turning around to fully face you.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “just tired.”

Mick knew you well enough to know something was up, he could see it from the moment he picked you up but he knew better than to dig at you. You’d speak to him when you were ready.

“Do you need a ride?” He goes to stand but you stop him. “I’ll be okay. You stay, have fun.”

“Get back safely!” He called after you, waving as you walked out.

The night was breezy, a welcomed change from the blazing hot sun you had been getting all weekend. You sat on the bench, waiting for your Uber to arrive and you couldn't help the sickening feeling creeping up the back of your throat.

You swallowed the feeling as best as you could, your fingers rubbing- digging into your sternum the entire ride back to the hotel.

By the time you get out of the elevator, your eyes are filled with tears, making it impossible to find the key you had tossed in your purse. The shots of tequila were kicking in, your head spinning and your heart pounding out of your chest as you stumbled through the hallways. A hand dragged across the hideously beige walls, ones you can’t bring yourself to pay much attention to; the sight of them alone reminds of you puking and you were nauseous enough.

The hand moves from the beige wall to the brown wooden door in front of you.

“Y/n?” Andrea freezes in her spot when she opens the door. “Fernando!!” She pulls you into the room, her arm over your shoulders as she leads you over to the couch.

The man looks over his shoulder, getting up when he sees his niece in tears. His hands cup your cheeks, looking at you with a display of fatherly concern - a look you hadn’t seen since your teen years.

“Cariño, ¿qué pasó?” (sweetheart, what happened?) He asks you, moving you to sit with him as Andrea gets you a glass of water.

“I feel so stupid,” you sniffled, leaning into your uncle. “Tío, he doesn’t even.. I mean, I don’t even know how to feel. He makes me feel so stupid.”

Fernando rubbed your arm softly, brushing some of your hair away from your face. “You’re young, mija.. and in love.”

“No!” You huffed, sitting up a little too quickly.

He grabbed your arm to steady you, holding back his laughter when he saw the ‘angry’ face you’ve put on. It reminds of him when you were a little girl, you’d get upset with him for being away for too long - you had yet to understand that he needed to be away for work. When he’d show you all the fun treats and souvenirs he’d brought back for you, all was forgiven and he was back in your good graces.

“Y/n,” he starts but you stop him.

“I'm not in love with him. I hate him.”

Your uncle scolded you, “don’t say that! Hate is a strong word, mi amor. You're drunk, you don’t mean it.”

“I do!” You pulled your lips together, holding back the urge to cry again. Fernando pulled you into him, rubbing your back as you broke down into tears for what felt like the millionth time since you’ve arrived.

“I hate him.”

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.

It had been a long weekend, not just for Alpine but for the entire paddock.

Sebastian has announced his retirement from Formula One the morning of media day for the Hungarian Grand Prix which sent the media and the paddock into a frenzy.

The biggest question that was left was who would be replacing Sebastian come the 2023 season?

Little did anyone know, it was your tío Nando.

It was well overdue; Esteban and Fernando had a bit of squabble during the Hungarian Grand Prix and it caused a nasty shift in the team and the way those two behaved towards each other. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and partly responsible for what happened.

Esteban had a feeling you were upset with him and he attempted to speak to you that weekend in Hungary but you ignored him to the best of your abilities. Fernando seemed to realize that Esteban wasn’t taking the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him and he took on your battle for you.

Fatherly intuition you could say.

Your uncle took your detachment from his French teammate personally, so much so that he upped and left the team; now it wasn’t the only factor but it was a factor.

After the weekend in Hungary, they went into summer break aka silly season. Fernando and Aston announced that he would be joining the team and you avoided the paddock once they returned from break.

Tío Nando begged you to come to the final race. You and your mother, along with your grandparents had joined him in Abu Dhabi.

Now your uncle loved you like a daughter and he'd never put you in an uncomfortable position. He made sure to ask if you’d be okay with being there, given that had happened between you and Esteban.

As much as he wanted you to be there, he'd never put you somewhere you didn’t want to be.

You assured him you'd be fine and you were, you just avoided the Frenchman like the plague.

The final race had ended, the media was now focused on Sebastian’s departure and everyone was trying to grab a few seconds with the man. You on the other hand, had made sure to speak to him prior to the race start as well as pop over and say hello to Hanna and the kids.

Fernando was still at Alpine, saying his final goodbye to the team and staff, your mother and grandparents were inside, hiding from the humidity.

You were sitting on a trolley in the corner of the garage, one of the mechanics had offered you a ride through the back of hospitality buildings on his way back from who knows where. You had hopped on and were left sitting there when he stopped the trolley to go do his job.

The man who you had been avoiding spots you, waving to you with a smile on his face. You couldn't look away fast enough and made eye contact with him but you didn’t wave back.

It struck Esteban as odd, he wasn’t sure why you’d been avoiding him. Fernando was leaving, you could speak to him without your uncle getting upset.

Your phone was on your lap, the screen lights up and the buzzing caught your attention, causing you to look down.

From Estie Bestie: You’re the one thing I’m going to miss about Fernando.

To Estie Bestie: That’s a nice way of saying you won’t miss him.

From Estie Bestie: I won’t but I’ll miss you.

To Estie Bestie: You shouldn’t.

From Estie Bestie: Why not?

To Estie Bestie: For starters, you have a girlfriend.

From Estie Bestie: Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean we can’t be friends. You’re my friend, Y/n.

To Estie Bestie: Friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me, Esteban.

You left it at that, not bothering to check if he responded. You stuck the phone in your pocket when your uncle walked over, helping you up. “Why are you on the trolley?” He asked, looking at you a bit confused.

You shrugged, smiling. “Why not?”

The man chuckled, “¿estas bien?” (you're okay?) He asked, his hand resting on your shoulder.

You nodded, the smile stays on your face. “Sí, claro.” (yes, of course.)

“Good,” he smiles. You tell him you’re heading outside, you wanted to see Mick before he left and Fernando says okay, letting you go without a question. Truthfully, you couldn’t wait to get out of that garage; despite the massive space, you felt like you were suffocating after the exchange with Esteban.

You had only gotten a few steps outside the garage when someone shouts for you; “y/n! Wait up!”

You knew the voice from the moment you heard it and yet, you looked over your shoulder to see the one person you had been trying to escape.

Speak of the devil.

You stopped, waiting for him to catch up with you. You’d think for a man that was 70% legs that he’d move a bit faster.

Finally, he reached up to you, huffing as he caught his breath. Your brows furrowed, the judgement evident on your face. “Don’t look at me like that.” He chuckled, a smile on his face that warmed your heart.

You almost forget you’re supposed to be staying away from him.

“What do you want, Esteban ?”

The man rolled his eyes at the use of his name. “I wanted to ask, what did you mean when you said friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me?”

You couldn't believe his cluelessness but you stood there, “you look at me in a way that.. you shouldn’t be.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that you have a girlfriend, Esteban. You shouldn't be looking at me like that.”

“Like what, y/n?” He pried, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

He was getting on your nerves, you just snapped. “Like you fucking want me, Esteban! I'm sick and tired of this, we can't keep doing this. I can’t be in love with you when you don’t love me.”

A look of relief on his face, a smile on his lips and you were confused, frozen in spot as he stepped closer to you. “Who told you I don’t love you, hm?”

Your eyes met his. “You don’t.”

“I do,” he sighs, “god, you have no idea how much I love you, y/n.”

“Esteban-” “Shut up, don’t call me that.”

You looked at the man in front of you, his hand was warm when it mets your cheek. You could see the wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiles and the curve of his nose.

It took everything in you not to reach out to him.

“We can’t.” You whispered, the noise filled the surrounding but it felt as if it was just the two of you, not a single soul could pull you away from each other.

Esteban leans into you, his lips ghost over yours. “We can, y/n. We can.”

His lips met yours, and not to be dramatic, you truly felt as if this was what you were waiting for; if fireworks could pop now, they would. His free hand reaches for your lower back, pulling you flush against him and your hand rests on his jaw, not ever wanting to let go of the man.

But alas, it was not in the cards for you two.

You took a step back, his hand remained on your back as did your hand on his jaw. The look on your face said everything you needed to and he nodded, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry-” before you can continue, he stops you. “I know.” He turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm, his own hand holding yours.

Your hand pulls away as you take a few steps back. The man watched as you walked off, turning back once to look at him.

You stopped for a moment and something in Esteban held out hope; hope that you'd run back to him and change your mind, that you'd figure it out together.

But instead, you spoke the final words he'd ever hear from you.

“Goodbye Esteban.”

don’t kill me, you said you liked angst 🥲

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cheriladycl01 · 20 days

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Switching up on me - Esteban Ocon x Lawyer! Reader

Plot: Busy days using an underground train system you aren't familiar too is stressful enough with all the people and noises, but your day couldn't get any worse when you switch bags with the person you bumped into on the platform.

Credit to estiebestieban for the GIF

You were currently running around central Milan in a tizz, you were trying to find the underground station so you could make your way over to the building your client had sent through.

Usually your legal firm dealt with everything strictly in the UK, but this high profile client of yours was unable to make the travel from Italy to England. Your boss sent you off saying you'd have to meet him there to run through final things before you went to court. Everything was in a large duffle bag, all the private documents and confidential agreements and you were struggling holding it next to you.

Once you got into the subway system you placed the bag down next to you but close enough no-one would be able to steal from you. A gentleman came and stood next to you waiting for the next train that was supposed to come in about a minute.

What you didn't anticipate was Milan's sudden rush hour, some guy bumped into you making your trip over your bag. The guy who was next to you caught you and held you steady so you didn't fall onto the tunneled track.

"Thank you!" you smile up at him, and you guys continue to stare up at each other until the train comes into the station. People push their way off and the mystery man looks up at the train side and gasps when he notices it's his. He grabs his bag and jumps on while you watch in awe as the love of your life, your literal soulmate leaves the station on the train.

You wait knowing that one was heading out of the city and sit on a bench waiting for yours to come in.

You pick up the bag which feels slightly heavier than before but you don't think much off it. You get on the next tube which is luckily a lot quieter and manage to get a seat and have your bag on your lap. When you feel it, it feels a little odd, not as padded out in some areas as you remembered it being.

You slowly unzip the bag, seeing none of your things. No water bottle with turtle stickers, or university hoodie, no legal documents of your clients and no nice pair of heels you were supposed to put on before you got to the office after your train commute and small walk.

"No no no!" you whispers to yourself rummaging through finding a helmet, a suit and other various manly bits that weren't yours.

You then remembered the man on the platform and that you must have switched bags. You smiled at the thought that you guys had the exact same bags which just fueled your thoughts of the fact that the very attractive man that saved your life on the Milan underground was in fact your soulmate.

You get off at the next stop at a completely random place in Milan, where you see and advertisement for the F1 race in Monza. The guy must be something to do with that, he was heading that way and he had the helmet and race suit.

You pull out your phone and pull up your clients number before calling them.

"Hey Y/N!" they answer after one ring and immediately they sound a little guilty.

"Everything alright?" you ask.

"Well, you see somethings come up and I'm going to need to postpone everything until tomorrow and the day after, I'll pay for the flight for the inconvenience and your extra hotel expenses and you know what even through dinner on me tomorrow night. I'll take you to a nice place in Milan, but I'm so sorry I cant do it today!" she blurts out and a massive smile comes onto your face.

"That's no problem at all, I can er... do a little more research in the mean time and ... maybe explore the city!" you exclaim knowing you'd be heading on a tube straight for Monza.

"Ahhhh! Your a star I'm so glad the company sent you! I swear you are the only one I trust! But defiantly explore the city it's beautiful. I'll see you tomorrow babe but I really have to go! Okay goodbye!" she says before hanging up.

"You clutch the bag, looking around before you find your way to the nearest taxi service.

"Hello, could you take me to Monza? The er race track?" you ask having no idea if there was a specific name.

"130 euro!" he says and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the price.

"Yeah, that's fine!" you grit your teeth.

You are there in no-time jumping out after paying the driver and looking at the map to try and find the most sensible place to go. You assume the paddock where it leads to the garages makes the most sense.

However as you get there and see the security and the pass entrance you start to panic. You walk up to one of the security with a friendly smile on your face which was almost sheepish.

"Hi, this is going to sound so bizarre but I think I've switched bags with a driver and I have their helmet and race suit. Can I get in to hand it back to him please and to get my bag back?" you ask and he laughs.

"Yeah sod off kid!" he laughs the one next to him joining in.

"No I'm being series look!" you say unzipping the bag. They look at it and look between each other.

"Radio it through to alpine" one of the says before walking off through the entrance. You awkwardly stand there waiting for someone to say anything.

"I've been told to bring her through!" the one on the walky talky says letting you go through. He walks with you until you come up to one place that has a big picture of the man you met in the subway.

"Esteban?" you ask pointing to his picture and the security guard nods.

"Apparently he went out to look for you, he's been called by his team to come back as you are here!" he smiles before walking off towards the front. Someone comes running out the front in team gear smiling at you.

"Hey, come with me can we get you anything to drink. You can wait in Esteban's driver room!" he smiles and you politely decline a drink, placing yourself on the sofa and waiting patiently.

"Hey!" a voice interrupts you from scrolling on your phone.

"Hey, I erm think I have something of yours!" you grin, holding up the bag and he sighs seeing his bag the exact colour and model that yours was.

"Thank god! That bag has my life in it!" he cries.

"I think i would have been fired if I actually lost mine!" you admit.

"Yeah, I just want you to know the minute I saw confidential i didn't look through anything. I only found the key card to your hotel room, that's where I was heading to in hopes you'd gone there to try make some calls.

"I worked out you must be a driver and that you'd probably be in dire need so i came straight here!" you smile and he nods.

"Well thank you for delivering the goods!" he smiles handing over your bag. You smile and thank him, before hesitating to exit the room. However you do with a sad sort of smile, knowing you'd probably never see him again.

"Wait!" a voice shouts making your turn round and you see Esteban stood there.

"Can I please have your number, or take you out to dinner as a thank you?" he asks looking over you, trying to get a read.

"Really?" you grin, not expecting him to have asked.

"Well, I think it's sort of fate right?" he asks with a little sly grin on his face.

"Yeah, I guess you're right!" you grin.

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junkiespromise · 1 year

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the eras - masterlist

Twenty two stories inspired by the lyrics from all Taylor Swift albums.

drivers: mv1, dr3, ln4, sv5, pg10, fa14, cl16, aa23, eo31, lh44, ms47, cs55, gr63, op81.

note/warnings: english is not my native language, so there will probably be some spellings mistakes, even though i will try to have as least as possible. Also, you can request from any of drivers above with whatever songs you want that has not been asigned to a driver, if the song is followed by three dots then you can leave a request for that song. Please read the specific warnings for each story as there will probably be some angst and some topics you may not be comfortable reading :)

PS: I will also be posting other stories and social media Au's and if you want to request for any other song for taylor or any type of Au/imagine freely do so. :)

If you want to get tagged on the next stories just leave a comment and I will do it

Teardrops on my Guitar | pg10

They had been friends for years, her always yearning for him to look at her like she did just once but he never did and she wishes that the girl he loves can adore him like she does.

Tim Mcgraw | ...

"And i was right there beside him all summer long. And then the time i woke up to find that summer gone"

Superstar | ms47 (2.4k words)

Where two young kids fall in love but the world one of them is involved in seems to be against their happiness.

The Way I Loved You | ... & ...

"And he says, you look beautiful tonight, and I feel perfectly fine. But i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain"

Enchanted | cs55

At one of those fancy parties they met, those where she had to be introduced to everybody with a shaking hand or a nod. But she left with a tingling sensation and the need to know more about him.

Back to December | dr3 (soon to be made a series)

She knew that if she could go back in time she would re do everything a do it right this time. But she can't and now she only has those memories left.

Begin Again | pg10 (2.0k words)

All the love she ever knew was one that hurted and burned but at a Parisian coffe shop on a wednesday she realized that maybe that was not all that love had to offer.

Stay, Stay, Stay | mv1 (requested)

"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers, who took all of their problems out on me, but ypu carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing"

You Are in Love | ln4

Best friends, that's what they called each other, even with the dances and pictures in offices they still called each other that. But a drunk call on a late night might change everything.

Wildest Dreams | sv5 (requested)

"You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down. Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories. Follow you around"

How You Get The Girl | ln4 (requested)

After months of back and forths and unofficial relationships he finds himself infront of her house completely soaked but with the intention to work things out

Style | ...

"And when we go crushing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of time"

New Years Day | lh44 (requested)

"Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

Gorgeous | ms47

He can't quite understand what he's done to her as she seems to despise him so much, if he only knew the reason why.

I Think He Knows | ln4 (requested)

"Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, I'll drive. So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark. Where we gonna go? I think he knows"

Cornelia Street | lh44 (requested)

"Windows swung right open, autumn air Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours We bless the rains on Cornelia Street Memorize the creaks in the floor"

The Lakes | sv5

When the world seems to haunt them they find themselves looking for each other on the toughest times

Mirrorball | mv1

Where he tries to do everything to please everybody but when he's with her he can be his true self.

Gold Rush | cl16

Her mind can't understand why everybody is so infatuated by the Charles Leclerc until she finds her heart fluttering when he's around and can not explain it.

Ivy | lh44

Where she finds herself in the claws of a love less relationship and even knowing it's wrong she goes to seek comfort and love in the arms of another

Midnight Rain | ...

"My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion. Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice"

Maroon | cs55

The rise and fall of a short but, oh, so, ardent relationship, between two strangers who one night met and became more than that.

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

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lxndonorris · 2 months

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seat-fitting - Esteban Ocon (SFS24)

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching you're joining Esteban after the first training session of the new season x word count: 1470+ taglist: @game-set-canet any request? let me now!

The roar of engines reverberates through the crisp air as the first race weekend of the season kicks off. In the heart of the racing circuit is the Alpine Garage, a hive of activity and anticipation.

Esteban, a seasoned professional racing driver with a passion for speed coursing through his veins, just finished his first training session of the weekend. As Esteban's girlfriend, you have a front-row seat to the exhilarating world of Formula 1. He glides his sleek racing car back into the garage, causing your heart to pound in excitement.

Esteban emerges from the car, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and determination. His team surrounds him, offering congratulations for a successful training session, and you watch with admiration as he strolls through the garage, commanding attention with his presence alone.

His racing suit hugs his form perfectly, accentuating his athletic physique, and even beneath the helmet, you sense the grin you know is plastered across his face.

As he finally removes the helmet, revealing a red, sweaty face adorned with a smile, your heart swells with pride and affection.

Your eyes lock, and his warm smile washes over me like a wave, melting away any lingering tension. With a sense of longing, he closes the distance between you, his hands finding their place on my waist as he draws you into his embrace.

"How was it out there?" You ask, unable to tear your gaze away from his beautiful eyes.

Esteban's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "It was incredible!" he exclaims, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face. "The car felt good, like it was gliding on rails. The speed, the control—it's like nothing else."

You can feel his heart still pounding beneath your hand as it rests on his chest. "You were really flying out there." You remark, a proud smile tugging at your lips.

"It's a rush like no other," he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. "I can't wait for Sunday."

As he leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. It tickles when your soft lips meet, and you melt into a gentle kiss.

Together, you walk hand in hand toward his motorhome, a sanctuary amid the chaos of the racing circuit.

As the two of you walk through the bustling paddock, you can't help but take in the electrifying atmosphere that surrounds you. The smell of rubber is heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of engines roaring in the distance.

People hurry about, their faces alight with excitement, while a few other drivers make their way back to their quarters as well for a well-deserved break.

You pause for a moment to soak it all in, feeling a rush of nostalgia wash over you. You missed the adrenaline-fueled energy of the racing world.

"Sensational. Isn't it." Esteban whispers in your ear.

"Yeah." You breathe barely hearable before you keep going until you arrive at his motorhome.

Inside, Esteban indulges in a moment of intimacy, inviting you closer and allowing you to feel the fabric of his racing suit. His scent is hovering in the air all around you, engulfing the two of you fully as you place a hand on his chest.

Your fingers gilde along the smooth material, tracing the contours of his body before lingering on the zipper. With a gentle touch, you begin to unzip his suit.

As Esteban shrugs off the upper half of his racing attire, you're greeted by the sight of his chest encased in tight fireproofs. His muscles ripple beneath the fabric, slinging around his form like a second skin.

With a sense of reverence, you reach out and stroke his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your fingertips.

He watches you closely, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of desire and affection. You can sense the pleasure he takes in your touch—the way his breathing quickens ever so slightly as your hand moves across his chest.

Sensing your admiration, he grins and flexes his arms, another invitation to feel the power of his muscles. With a delighted smile, you oblige, running your hands over the defined outlines of his arms, marveling at their strength and resilience.

He savors the sensation of your hands exploring his muscles; a content smile graces his lips as he licks them. The warmth of your touch sends waves of pleasure through him, and he can't help but revel in every move of your fingers.

With each caress, he feels a deep sense of connection with you, and his body craves more.

As Esteban leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. "You look so good," you tell him, running your fingers through the stubble. "I'm glad you kept it for this weekend."

Esteban growls and chuckles softly. "Yeah, I thought I'd switch things up a bit," he replies, his voice filled with warmth. "But it's nothing compared to how good you look in that team gear."

You blush at the compliment, feeling a surge of affection for the man who never fails to make you feel special.

Unable to resist teasing Esteban a little, you stroke his chest through his firerpoof undergarments, eliciting a guttural chuckle from him. With a playful glint in his eyes, he undulges your antics, amused by your affectionate gesture.

"Come on." He nods toward the sofa, inviting you to sit down with him. As you settle on it, you can't help but admire the sight of him in his racing gear again. It had been too long since you last saw him like this, and you missed it more than you realized. He looks every bit like the professional athlete you fell in love with.

Easily, you begin to climb on top of him, sitting down on his lap., facing him, and he chuckles, his hands finding their place on my waist.

"What are you doing?" Esteban asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"It's my seat fitting," you reply with a grin, leaning in to kiss him.

As your lips meet, you run a hand across his firm chest, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

He moves a little, trying his best for the two of you to be the most comfortable. At the same time, you steady yourself, feeling all of his chest tensing more and more.

"Mhmm." He purrs happily right into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine.

Your body presses against his strong frame, and he makes sure to hold you close, kissing you with his tongue and spreading his familiar taste all over your mouth. His hands are stroking the small of your back, giving you goosebumps.

"This feels... so good." A guttural, quiet moan escapes his lips. "I'm so hard." Esteban chuckles, moving his crotch slightly.

As you feel his desire bulging underneath, you lick your lips, separating yourself from his just enough to meet his gaze.

"All the same, Estie." You shake your head, eliciting another chuckle from him.

"It's not my fault you're so gorgeous." He replies, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking you with his thumb, causing your face to flush with color again.

"You're the one to talk." You smirk, running a hand through his messy hair and his tickling stubble.

Leaning in close, you whisper in his ear, encouraging him to push even harder on the next session.

"You're doing amazing out there," you murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "But I know you've got even more in you."

Esteban's eyes meet yours, filled with a playful spark.

"And when you do," you reply, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips, "there is a special reward for you."

Running both of your hands down his firm chest, acorss his nipples piercing through his shirt and his muscles rippling through the fabric of his undergarments.

He draws a deep breath when your hand reaches his crotch, tracing the outlines of his member bulging inside his suit.

Esteban's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a teasing glint dances in his eyes. "Oh, really?" he teases, his hands tightening around your waist.

You nod, leaning in to whisper your promise in his ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine. With a grin, Esteban pulls you close, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

In response, you grab him tightly, causing him to growl deeply, his voice carrying a longing desire.

He grinds his hips against your hand, enjoying the feeling of your hand on his length.

"I can't wait." Esteban breathes into you before letting out a low groan, leaning his head back against the sofa cushions.

Pressing a finger on his lips, you smile.

"It will be worth it."

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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LONG LIVE l Esteban Ocon

(a/n): omg the first installment of the Taylor Swift Collection. I'll admit this one was a bit of a stretch but I just had this idea and needed to get it out! I hope you enjoy it and would love to have your feedback <3

disclaimer: in this au, the reader plays the role Zendaya plays in the franchise.

summary: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend, gave her the silent treatment, he called her out during race weekends, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets. (actress!reader).

i) I said “remember this moment” in the back of my mind.

July 2018

When Esteban told his friend Lance that after months of liking every post and Instagram story of the actress playing Michelle Jones on the new Spider Man movies, he slid on her DMs in hopes she would answer, Lance laughed.

No, he didn’t laugh, he cackled.

It was July 2017, the first Spider-Man movie in the hands of Marvel Studios had just dropped and was a complete success, and of course Esteban had his team request a copy to the studios so he could host a viewing on his home theatre.

He had avoided spoilers and even movie trailers in order to be surprised, most of his friends teased him about it, but he couldn’t careless, even dedicating that entire night to follow and stalk every cast member on Instagram.

That’s when he noticed the gorgeous actress who played MJ, mysterious and intelligent on screen, and that’s when everything started for him.

He googled her age, visited her Wikipedia page to see her accolades and projects, he even checked her dating history and the rumors surrounding her relationship with Tom Holland, the actor who played Spider-Man.

His life went on, months went by where he silently liked her posts, just as another fan of the series and sequels of his favorite superhero, then he was focusing on the 2018 F1 Season, even as things turned ugly with not only having to worry about performing, but also with trying to keep his seat.

Maybe his Instagram algorithm knew him a little too well when a Marvel fanpage showed on his timeline, announcing filming for the second movie of the Spider-Man sequel was taking place in London and Italy, and between the stress of training, press breathing on his shoulder about his future in Formula 1, he decided to take a risk.

Which takes him to his Canadian friend laughing at him.

He made his way towards the Williams trailer where Lance was getting ready, not really caring that chances were he was going to take his seat at Racing Point, they were friends. That’s why Lance felt so comfortable staring at his friend in disbelief as he couldn’t stop the giggles that just kept coming.

“Esteban, why would you subject yourself to being ignored? She’s from Hollywood, there’s no way she even knows who you are.” Lance tried to reason with his French friend, but Esteban shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter, I know she’s probably not going to see it, but I have nothing to lose. It doesn’t even count as humiliation because we’ll probably never going to meet each other.”

Lance squinted his eyes at his friend. “You can’t have that attitude, dude!”

“But you just laughed on my face!” Esteban argued.

“Yes, because it’s my job as your friend, but at the same time I have to hype you up, you know?” Lance told him, but Esteban suspected he was just being too Canadian. “What did you tell her?”

Esteban sighed and scratched the back of his neck: “If she wanted to attend the British GP since they’re filming there.”

Lance let out a sound of approval. “You know? I think it could work out. Maybe you should find ways to drop how much of a fan of Spider-Man you are during press, you know? Just find a way, and then people will start ‘Oh, this Formula 1 driver is so adorable, he’s such a fanboy’.” The Canadian suggested.

“How did you even think of that?” Esteban asked, but was interrupted by his iPhone going off, his engineer asking him where he was.

He didn’t get to talk with Lance again, just throwing himself on the hotel bed while his eyes were already closing due to stress and jetlag. Forcing himself off the bed to take a shower and then going to bed, checking his phone for one last time.

His verified account worked in a weird way he still wasn’t able to fully grasp, only notifying him when other verified accounts messaged him or followed him.

And that’s what happened.

Hey Esteban! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to answer but ive been a bit busy.

Attending Silverstone would actually be such a great time, is the invite still up?

In case it is, this is my agent’s email so your people can give him the details ;)

The French read and reread the message at least ten times, not knowing if his mind was playing tricks with him, but when he read this notification, he gasped and dialed Lance.

“LANCE!”

@(YNLN) started following you.

ii) I was screaming “long live that look on your face”

(Y/N) thinks that Esteban exaggerated how much of a Spider-Man fan he was. They were officially dating now, so she figured it would eventually play down.

God, was she wrong…

With the 2018 season finally over and Esteban not having a seat for 2019, he leaned heavily on her, even if he knew he was going to be under the wing of Mercedes for the time being, it wasn’t easy.

She saw he was kind of down and with more free time than usual, plus they were still living the sweet first months of their relationship, so she surprised him with a guest pass and paper bracelet to allow him in the premises and set, leaving in on the table of her apartment while waiting for him to arrive for their movie date.

“Bebé, what is this?” He asked once he stepped inside your apartment, an envelope with his name written and an official Marvel stamp on it. He didn’t know what it was, but a grin was already starting to form.

“Hello, Este. How are you? Did you miss me? Because I really missed you.” The actress placed her arms around his waist, shaking as his body trembled with a laugh before he leaned down to leave a caste kiss on her lips.

“Of course I missed you, MJ.” He said and she playfully laughed at his nickname. “So, what is this?” He picked up the envelope.

“It has your name on it, doesn’t it?”

Esteban carefully moved from the embrace of his girlfriend and opened his gift, not even trying to hide the gasp that escaped his lips once he realized what was inside, carefully reading the letter inviting him to set, signed by Kevin Feige and Jon Watts, the director.

“No, bebé… Is this for real?” He said with his accent getting thicker with excitement.

“I think so.” She smiled before he kissed her, literally sweeping her off her feet.

He knew he’d have to keep a low profile, the public not knowing yet about their relationship, the only one he had confided in was Lance, and now people in Mercedes knew, so it wouldn’t be long before the cat was out of the bag, but he was waiting for his girlfriend to feel comfortable to break the little comfy bubble they’d created.

They were in Venice when a black Mercedes picked them up at 4 AM, but he didn’t care. The street was closed and cameras were being placed, people walking all around as if it wasn’t the middle of the night and freezing.

He knew it was cheesy, but the set lit up when she walked in. People greeted her all around, dozens of people and she stopped for each one of them, asking for their families and how was the hotel they were staying at. And the fact that he got to walk hand in hand with her, carefully carrying one of her bags, he was on cloud nine.

But it got better.

A British accent called (Y/N)’s name as they were approaching the luxury trailers parked not so far away from the set installed on the Italian streets. Of course Esteban recognized the accent, holding his girlfriend’s hand a little tighter.

“Tom, this is Esteban, the guy you’ve been hearing so much about.” She said with a playful roll of her eyes, earning a chuckle from the brit as he extended his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, mate. I saw you during the Austin circuit, it looked sick!”

“I’m a big fan of your work, you’re the best Spider-Man,” Esteban said and his girlfriend just started to realize that maybe it wasn’t a play, he really was a huge fan. “And you’re always welcome on the paddock, just let me know.” Esteban said and Tom thanked him before being called to his trailer, telling the couple that they should go with the rest of the cast and other friends to have dinner.

“So… You’ve been talking a lot about me?” Esteban asked (Y/N), playfully raising his eyebrows and leaving a kiss on her hair.

ACTION!

Esteban eyes followed as Peter Parker walked around the wrecked set, everything was wet and upside down, and he was in awe as he noticed (Y/N) making her way into the scene, questioning her friend if he was fine.

Even if he couldn’t fully comprehend the dialogues or what was happening, his eyes were fixated on her, as she gave his co-star the same caring and sweet eyes that she gave him in real life, and he felt like the luckiest man on earth.

The day was so great that they ignored the few tabloids that picked up the Instagram post of the Holland siblings, the happy couple, and other members of the cast when they went to dinner to a nice small restaurant.

“Are Spider-Man star and F1’s star Esteban Ocon dating? We have the details from inside sources!”

iii) When they gave us our trophies, and we held them up for our town.

Hungaroring, 2021

Every reporter went crazy when they saw (Y/N) driving a Land Rover with Esteban Ocon as her co-pilot, smiles on their faces as they pretended to ignore the hundreds of flashes capturing their faces through the tinted windows.

They’d been dating for almost two years, but still hadn’t confirmed anything. Of course people knew; everyone involved in F1 and Marvel knew they were official since 2019, and of course their fans were aware they were together after seeing pictures of them together all the time, but no one has managed to capture even the slightest form of PDA between them, which made people still think they were friends… Very close friends.

But there was something about this weekend that made them act more carefree, holding hands when they got out of the car, not caring if paparazzi got low-quality, grainy photos of the showing the tiniest bit of affection.

The actress pecked his lips before he went to his driver’s room to get ready, engineers rapidly approaching him to talk a few things over.

Time flew by and soon she was giving him one last hug and good luck kiss before he got in the car.

“You know, this is pretty dangerous…” Esteban dramatically said, earning a grin from his girlfriend.

“Estie, no.”

“But… I’m your boyfriend. You can trust me!”

“It’s a secret, only a couple more months to go and you’ll watch it. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it more not knowing what’s gonna happen… Plus, I know you’re going to tell Lance whatever I tell you.”

“Is the multiverse theory true?” She was tempted to tell him something, but she always chose against it, having signed too many NDAs.

Just as she was going to answer, Esteban was called to get in the car before the race.

“I love you, Este. Drive safely, okay?” (Y/N) got on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, like it was just the two of them.

“Je t’aime beaucoup, bebé.”

She became accustomed to the roaring of motors, the smell of gasoline and the rush of a pit stop, but that didn’t mean the worried butterflies on her stomach calmed down, she still bit her nails while listening to his radio and watching him overtake his rivals. His parents were the same, eyes not moving from the screen.

But today, it was a different kind of anxiety. She was on the edge of her seat, the fresh coat of nail polish chipped as everyone in the garage started realizing that they were going to win. The first for the team and for Esteban.

She couldn’t stay seated during the last four laps, completely aware that F1 cameras were paying more attention to the Alpine garage, wanting to get the best reactions, and obviously she was there, but she couldn’t care less.

It became real during the last lap, mechanics and engineers running to greet their driver on their maiden win.

Esteban parked the car and got out, jumping right into the awaiting arms of everyone involved, his face was one of pure disbelief, his eyes glassy with unshed tears and shaky hands.

She was holding your phone as his mom and dad went to hug him and congratulate him, wanting to immortalize the moment after so many years and sacrifices. Of course she loved his parents, but she wanted the moment to be over to hug him and congratulate him.

And that’s what happened when he noticed her. He noticed that he didn’t really know how to approach her, knowing cameras were filming their every movement and being broadcasted.

That’s why she took the matters in her own hands. Her hand went to cup his face, his arms found their home on her waist as he lifted her and kissed her. It wasn’t a pretty kiss, they were trying to pour every feeling, knowing words wouldn’t do it justice.

“Babe, I’m so proud of you, congratulations. Shit, I don’t even know what to say!” They laughed and went for another short kiss, people around them cheering.

“You know what a great prize would be?” He asked her, gently placing her back on the ground.

“Not a chance, Estie.”

(YNLN) just posted.

(YNLN): GP winner/king of my heart/love of my life @estebanocon

iv) Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you.

Sadly, Esteban wasn’t afraid to admit he pleaded his girlfriend to show him the new Spider-Man script. He tried to bribe her with silly gifts, gave her the silent treatment. His last resort was to call her out during race weekends.

“Esteban, we are living the last races of the 2021 season and you seem alone, did you girlfriend leave you for Peter Parker yet?” The interviewer asked him laughing, making Esteban smile.

“Yes, she is in the middle of her press tour for the latest movie.”

“I don’t remember many movies creating this level of hype and mystery, do you have any inside details?”

“Don’t even get me started,” Esteban answered, his accent getting thicker. “I don’t know anything, she has kept everything a secret. I’ve pleaded, I even spoke with her co-stars and they told me (Y/N) warned them to not tell me anything! Not even after I offered full-access paddock passes!” Esteban was shooting his last shot to get any information, even if it meant exposing his girlfriend.

“Interesting, Marvel is that good keeping secrets, huh? We hope to see you on the red carpet. Good luck on the race! Esteban Ocon, everybody!”

“You are shameless!” That was the first thing Esteban heard after he picked up the FaceTime call from his girlfriend.

“Oh, you saw it?” He asked her nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“You just have to hang on a couple of weeks and you’ll see it. Babe, I have to be back with the interviews soon, but I was told you can bring a plus one to the premier.”

“Am I not your plus one?” Esteban asked confused.

“Nah, people like you too much now. We can walk the red carpet together, though!”

Esteban smiled at the sight of her perfectly dressed girlfriend. “No, it’s your moment, wouldn’t want to steal it with my perfect height and handsome looks.” He joked, earning a loud laugh from her, his favorite sound.

She was right, time flew by. Now Esteban was admiring as people worked on her dress and makeup. Someone was fixing his hair for one last time before they left the fancy hotel room.

Paparazzi were already lining up outside the hotel, waiting for them. They smiled before the valet got the car. She gave him a weird look, seeing a sports car, very similar to his Alpine car, with no one inside.

“You didn’t think I was going to let someone else drive you, right?” He offered his arm and opened the door for her, helping her with the dress and leaving a kiss on her hand before walking towards the pilot seat.

She couldn’t stop smiling, resting her hand on Esteban’s thigh during the short ride as he expertly drove, eyes not leaving the road to interlace their fingers.

“Chérie… You have one last chance.”

“Esteban!” She stared at him in disbelief.

“Can’t blame a fan for trying.”

Esteban would never tell her, but it was completely worth it in the end. His eyes couldn’t leave the screen for a second, too enthralled by the story being played in front of him, not even noticing the nervous eyes of his girlfriend, she wanted him to enjoy it because, as she found out during the time loving him, he was not exaggerating how much of a fan he was.

She noticed how he didn’t even try to hide the tears and the gasps during the movie, he probably didn’t notice how his grip on her hand got tighter every time a twist happened. Tears were falling freely as he watched his girlfriend on screen, playing what he thought was the saddest scene on modern cinema.

He was the first one on his feet to start the stand-up ovation in the movie theatre. He didn’t care about anything when the lights were turned on, his only worry being softly kissing her lips while people around them were still cheering.

“Shit, I still can’t believe he pulled it off…”

That was Lance, shaking his head and taking a picture with his iPhone to show it at their wedding, knowing that Esteban and (YN) were endgame, even if he made fun of Esteban.

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safetycar-restart · 6 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 26: RESTRAINTS [ESTEBAN OCON X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Esteban and dom!reader. If you are under 18 or uninterested, scroll past. Alternatively, if you like what you see here then consider checking out my blog :))

This work forms part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports athlete every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

It should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that Esteban is the sweetest little sub in the world. Truly the best boy! He LOVES being good for you, always looking for ways to serve you and make you happy.

And he's so giggly in scenes? Cause he just... he's so happy! He's being your good boy! Of course he's gonna be all giggly and smiley.

There is, however, one issue.

He's wriggly.

He tries SO hard to stay still, but he can't! He feels so good and he can't help the way he wriggles and moves around when you touch him, but it can get in the way of scenes. Like when you're trying to overestimate him but he cant stop his legs from shaking and moving.

The solution to this is restraints.

At first he's uncertain about it, and he actually thinks he's not good enough? He knows he's not supposed to be moving around as much as he is, and he can't help but think that you're disappointed in him and that the restraints are some sort of punishment.

But that couldnt be further from the truth.

You can see how hard he's trying to keep still, and you arent upset with him that he can't. You know it's not something he can control, and you can see that it's actually something that's distracting him. You want him to focus on what you're doing to him, on how he feels, on being present in the moment with you but he can't do that when all he's thinking about is trying to stay still.

Which is why you want to try restraints, because esteban won't have to think about staying still anymore. He'll have the restraints keeping him exactly where you want him and he can just focus on being a good boy for you.

When you say that, he's suddenly very interested. He can't deny that the thought of not having to worry about anything besides being good for you is very nice.

The first thing that you try is a spreader bar, keeping his ankles apart and then tying his ankles to each side of the bed too, so that he can't move his legs.

You take a moment to make sure he's comfortable, and he actually loves it? It's so easy to clear his head and relax back against the bed when he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

And it's so much easier for you to play with him like that, now that he can't get away from you at all.

Needless to say, restraints become a common element in scenes.

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lewisvinga · 2 months

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out of my league | esteban ocon x fem! reader

summary; no one believes that esteban ocon is dating someone, much less the y/n l/n. even through countless of soft launches, no one believes him until she finally posts him after winning a grammy

fc; karol g , mi reina , my madre , mi ídolo

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested !

masterlist !

estebanocon uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; good morning🎀] [caption 2; guess what we did today😁😁]

liked by estebanocon, francisca.cgomes, and others !

yourusername: GUESS WHO JUST WON A GRAMMY🥹💗🩵🌈 mañana será bonito [tomorrow will be beautiful] was an album i worked hard on for soo long. it was happy enough to see everyone enjoy it but winning a grammy? unbelievable 🫶🫶 huge thanks to the ones who have supported me, especially to my amazing boyfriend, esteban ocon, (yes guys we’re actually dating, i’ve just been shy for the actual hard launch) who always supports me even from miles and miles away💓💓💓 i love u and i love all the y/ners 🫶🫶

tagged; estebanocon

estebanocon: i’ve been saying for years you’re my girlfriend! you’re just out of my league 🤣

estebanocon: so proud of you, chérie, you deserve it ❤️

yourusername: estieeee 🥹i love u sm🙁🫶

username: SHES ACTUALLY DATING HIM??

username: awh she was just shy abt hard launching 🥺

username: mi reina

username: the only deserving grammy winner

username: mañana será bonito will forever be THAT album

username: no way ur actually dating a vroom vroom boy😣

username: awhhh mother y/n and estie bestie are so cute 🥹

lilymhe: so proud!!!!!! my best friend has a grammy!! liked by yourusername !

lance_stroll: congratulations! i was rooting for you! liked by yourusername !

username: now we gotta see her on the paddock, i know her fits would eat.

username: they’ve been soft launching for YEARSS and no one believed esteban i’m hollering 😭😭😭😭

username: esteban was like ‘no guys it’s true i swear’ n we didn’t believe estie bestie oops😞

username: her n esteban are soooo cute together 🙁🙁🙁

username: the way nobody believed estie bestie 😔😔 save him fr

username: mi reina con mi piloto favorito wow 😍😍😍[my queen w my fave driver]

username: MOTHER DESERVED THAT GRAMMY AND HER VROOM VROOM BOY

username: we lost a bad bitch ladies and gentlemen 🕊️🕊️

username: she’s been lost, just no one believed him😭😭

yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; post grammy celebration!] [caption 2; for my estie bestie] [caption 3; my love 🥹💓☀️]

estebanocon uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; can’t believe you’re all mine, my grammy winner! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨❤️] [caption 2; another full picture of us so you can all believe we’re dating🥸 yes she’s out of my league and yes i managed to pull her. don’t ask me how 😌]

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #esteban ocon scenarios #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon imagine #esteban ocon smau

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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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Esteban Ocon (Alpine) - Jumper

Requested: yes

Prompt: 21) "I can't believe you're wearing my jumper."

Warnings: none

Esteban couldn't help but smile as he watched Y/n emerge from the bedroom, wearing his oversized jumper. "Morning." He smiled, watching her wall gracefully across the floor. "You seem in a good mood." She remarked, reaching for a mug from the cupboard. "I just can't believe you're actually wearing my jumper." He chuckled, his chin resting on his hand. Y/n grinned, adjusting the sleeves that were way too long for her. "Well, it's cozy, and it smells like you. You should probably wash it." She joked. "You wash, I'll cook the breakfast. How about that?" He suggested, standing up to head over towards the cooker. "Can I think about it?" She asked. "If I cook a nice breakfast, you can do the clean-up. Deal?" Y/n put her hand out and grinned. "Deal." She sat on the sofa eith her mug of coffee whilst Esteban got to work on their breakfast. "I think I might keep this jumper. It looks better on me anyway." She called called him. He playfully rolled his eyes. "Only because you make everything look better." She looked back. "Guilty as charged!"

She stood up and walked towards the table as Esteban stirred whatever it was in the pan. "I can't believe I'm letting you near the stove." She teased. He looked at her offended. "I'll have you know I'm an excellent chef. Just watch and learn, mon amour." She said, placing a gentle kiss onto her cheek. The kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of eggs and bacon and Y/n was already regretting making that deal.

"Let me just-" She paused, scooping up a fork full of her food before placing it into her mouth. She smiled as she looked over at Esteban before faking a distasteful look. "It's disgusting. I don't think I can do clean-up now. I just-" Esteban attacked her neck with kisses and her sides with tickles, making her erupt into laughter. "Stop! You're gonna make me spill it on your wonderful spiderman jumper!" She shrieked but he didn't stop. "I can wash the jumper!" Esteban had lifted her to the sofa, where he mercilessly tickled her nearly to death.

"Esteban! Stop!" She laughed, swatting playfully at his hands, but Esteban persisted, enjoying the adorable sound of her laughter. Finally, he relented, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You're too irresistible when you laugh." He said, a softness in his eyes. Y/n looked up at him, still catching her breath. "What was that for?" Esteban smiled, cupping her face in his hands. "I just wanted to hear you laugh. It just made me realize." Curiosity sparkled in Y/n's eyes as her head tilted to the side. "I love you." He whispered, his gaze unwavering. Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "I love you too, babe." She replied, closing the gap between them both and sealing their moment with a sweet kiss. "You still look incredible in that jumper." He grinned. "Well, it may look better on the floor."

"I don't know what to say about that." Esteban replied. "I don't know. Maybe say that you love me again? I like you saying that." Esteban leaned down slowly before chucking a cushion right at her face. "Come on, get up. We have stuff to do." Y/n laughed. "Boring!",

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ditty and estie greet the world || eo31 scenario

dad!esteban ocon x mom!ofc (british royal!ofc) ft. ocon!baby

POTENTIAL EXTENSION TO THE ROYAL RESEMBLANCE (SMAU)

Summary: Diana ‘Ditty’ Ocon made her presence known to the formula one world as a two year old during the FIA prize giving ceremony. Her sweetness, however, was what encouraged her parents Albertine and Esteban to show the world her capabilities as a shy toddler.

Content warning: dad!Esteban content 😚, fluff, based on an idea I brought up to a moot, shitty French translation, Lissie Mackintosh segment, shy toddler being cheered on, OFC and baby resembles Princess Diana

Note: Having an Oscar Piastri brain rot atm but I need to get wholesome dad!F1 driver out of my system. I’m currently restraining my brain from writing more smut rn.

My friend would’ve gotten twenty dollars from me if Ferrari won this race but noooo they didn’t soooo. Enjoy xx

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“Tu es très jolie, Ditty ! Maman t'a-t-elle habillée?” You look very pretty, Ditty! Did Mummy dress you up?

“Mummy m'habille!” Mummy dress me! The little girl who sat on the Alpine driver’s lap grinned toothily at her father, babbling at her parents as she continued to speak, “Papa, rentre bientôt chez toi?” Go home soon?

“Darling,” Albie laughed heartily, “Nous venons de quitter l'hôtel!” We just left the hotel.

“But go home soon?” Diana Marie-François Elisabeth Ocon-Khelfane, or Ditty to most, was a delightful little girl. Her great uncle Charles Spencer recalled his eldest sister’s childhood photos and how much resemblance did Ditty have to Princess Diana. Everyone in Esteban and Albertine’s family knew that, much like Albie, Ditty was a carbon copy of Diana Spencer.

Though if you were to ask anyone, Ditty was more like Diana than Albie was. Ditty was more reserved and shy— she had gotten her personality from Esteban, who often took a while to get used to new people before warming up to them. It was no wonder why Estie and Ditty made the bestest of friends— they liked to attach themselves to each other AND to Albie.

“We’re not going home soon, pretty,” Albie told Ditty gently, fixing her daughter’s bow as the girl continued to look up with the brightest blue eyes to have ever existed. Her eyes, no matter how bright, were shaped like her father’s— so no one could really oppose and say that she wasn’t her father’s daughter. “Papa’s going to get his award soon, no? We’ll be there for Papa, Ditty.”

“A- ‘wawd?” Ditty’s brows furrowed a little as she looked up at Estie with a puzzled look. “What is ‘ward?”

“C'est quand vous avez fait quelque chose de vraiment, vraiment bien et que vous en obtenez quelque chose de bon,” It’s when you do something really really good that you get something good out of it. Esteban explained to Ditty with a grin.

“Like you eating your veggies,” Estie continued. “What does Mummy give you?”

“Pain au choc’lat?”

“Oui, mon bebe,” Estie nodded. “Except Papa’s getting something else. Not pain au chocolat!”

Apparently, it was going to be a struggle— getting Ditty to socialize with everyone around them. It took Albie a while to unattach the toddler in her arms.

Only for the girl to cling to Esteban as she hid her face away from the press and other people. She kept her hands wrapped around Estie’s neck as her blonde hair appeared in the pictures, journalists and photographers asking Estie and Albie to pose for the cameras. They didn’t relent, allowing Ditty to hide her little cherub face away for a brief moment as the couple waved and smiled.

Albie, realizing that she had the little mouse plush on her hand (one that Ditty called ‘Cheese’), put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder gently and caught the toddler’s attention. “Want your friend Cheese, Dit?”

Ditty lifted her face off her dad’s shoulder for a brief moment and nodded, “Mewci, Mummy,” before hiding away again.

Estie and Albie exchanged looks and chuckled, amused at their daughter’s demeanour.

“Ditty, bebe,” Estie told the girl, “Cheese wants to say hi to everyone. You want to wave too?”

“Oh, I want to say hi, indeed, Papa!” Albie mimicked a different voice, as if she was pretending to be Cheese. “Pouvons-nous dire bonjour ensemble, Ditty?” Can we please say hi together, Ditty?

“See? He wants to wave— show him, like this—“ Estie smiled at the cameras and waved. Albie followed along, cameras flashing as they smiled.

Slowly but surely, Ditty’s hand began to wave. She hadn’t realized that Cheese was on her hand, but she was doing what her Mummy and Papa were doing. That was enough for her.

And when they reached the F1 host for the red carpet, Ditty went back to hiding. This time, she clutched Cheese in her hand as Esteban got interviewed by Lissie Mackintosh.

“This is actually amazing— seeing you in P3 in the championship’s. I’m quite happy to see you become successful this season,” Lissie complimented Esteban. “Are you looking forward to the next one? Do you know what your next steps are?”

“I— I’m actually really excited for the next season,” Esteban grinned, not even aware that he’s carrying her daughter in his arms as he continued to answer. “With how things went with the car and successful communication between my team and I, I thought that it gave me more confidence to move on with the next season. And even if there will be a struggle, I know that we’ll be able to sort it out.”

“I like that,” Lissie nodded before she noticed the girl hiding away in Esteban’s arms. The host continued to ask regardless, “But for now you’re just here to celebrate your successes and you’ll be getting your prize for the P3. And I can tell that you’re here with your family too! How amazing is that!”

“—Mrs. Albertine Ocon, it’s very nice to see you,” Lissie continued as the royal princess smiled and greeted back. “It’s been quite a handful this season, huh? I’m very glad to see you back in the Formula One celebrations and events— we’ve missed your presence in the paddock.”

“Ah yes,” the British princess chuckled, “just because I was gone for a while it didn’t mean I wasn’t doing anything.”

“We all know that,” Lissie rolled her eyes playfully. “You probably had been working harder than your husband in here!”

“Hey!” Esteban laughed alongside the two women before he nodded in agreement, “Well, I can’t really deny that! This little darling right here was a hard work made by Albie and me but… Albie’s done more to help her grow, you know?”

Speaking of the devil…

Ditty Ocon finally grew tired of hiding away as she lifted her head and looked in front of her, cowering under the watchful eyes and camera pointed at her and her family before she hid again.

Esteban chuckled and reassured, “No, no, it’s okay, bebe! Just wave! Like we did!”

Ditty, feeling a bit hesitant, waved lightly and continued to clutch Cheese the mouse in her hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful!” Lissie complimented the girl with a grin, trying to be as chill to allow the girl to grow comfortable with her. “Can you tell us what your name is?”

Ditty looked at her parents as she hid her face from everyone, earning soft chuckles and a series of ‘awww’ from her surroundings.

Everyone already knew that she was Princess Diana in the making with the shyness that she showed everyone.

But Esteban and Albertine Ocon weren’t about to let her meekness get in the way of her opportunity to be friendly to others.

Esteban started, “It’s okay if you want to speak French, mon ange.”

He looked back at Lissie, “She prefers talking to people in French first before English.”

“Ah,” Lissie nodded.

“It’s okay, darling,” Albie cooed quietly, tucking the girl’s hair behind her ears as the princess continued, “they're nice people. We talk to them.”

“Can you say… ‘je’…” Esteban instructed his daughter.

Ditty, with all her capabilities at the moment, had mumbled to the microphone, “Je…”

“Suis…”

“Su’…”

“…Ditty.”

“…D—tty,” the girl mumbled with lack of confidence.

“Je suis Ditty!” Esteban repeated with a grin, his smile infecting the girl as she enthusiastically repeated this time with, “Je suis Di-tty!” I am Ditty!

Rounds of applause were heard and given as they applauded the girl’s words. Estie and Albie both grinned as they praised Ditty.

“Good job, my girl!” Albie exclaimed with a wide, supportive smile.

“Très bon, bébé!” Very good, baby! Estie hyped up Ditty as he clapped his hands.

Ditty looked around her and grinned, her little hands now clapping as she clapped for herself.

Yeah… she could get used to this. Maybe her meekness will grow and she’ll become a confident girl like her mother and grandmother were.

All she needed was to be provided with endless support. This was what Esteban and Albertine Ocon were here for.

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