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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Hi, love your page, i wanted to ask if you could do a lil smutty w arthur plsss

Note: thank you sweetie. I hope you like this one.

Warning: +18. Fingering. Semi-public sex. NOT EDITED.

"Arthur"

Your boyfriend looked at you with puppy eyes, pretending he hadn't broke a plate on his life but with his hand still traveling up your leg.

"Arthur." You warned again. There was people around. His brother Lorenzo was there, people from Ferrari too.

You couldn't warn him a third time. When his fingers reached your underwear, your breath got stolen from your lungs.

"You are so wet" He whispered leaning over your ear.

You bit your lip and nodded at him. His beautiful eyes were on your lips and you knew he wanted to kiss you. He had been teasing you for a while, his hand playing with the hem of your dress for a long time know.

"Let's go somewhere else"

You nodded again.

He took your hand and after giving Lorenzo some stupid excuse he pulled you to the closer corridor.

"Arthur, were are we going?" You could barely follow him, your dress made it difficult for you.

"I know there is a balcony somewhere."

When you finally found it, he kissed you. You moaned on his mouth. Arthur pushed you against the railing and pressed his leg between yours.

"You look so pretty on this dress, baby" His accent was delicious.

"I knew you would like it"

"I love it."

He kissed your cheek and then your neck before turning you so you were facing the street now, you belly pressed to the cold metal. He kissed the back of your head and pulled your dress up.

"Arthur!"

"Nobody will see us here."

You looked down at the street, Monte Carlo fully awake and busy a few meters under you.

"But..."

With slow movements, he let his fingers travel up your thighs and your ass. You whimpered and closed your eyes.

"Please..." His touch felt so good and you were growing more and more desperate.

"Do you want my fingers?"

"Yes..." You panted.

Arthur run his fingers over your underwear and kissed your shoulder.

You turned your face to him asking for a kiss, which he gladly gave you. As his lips worked with yours in the most perfect kiss, his fingers pulled your panties aside and toyed with your clit.

"Oh Arthur." You felt his smile on your lips before he kissed you again. He slid his fingers inside of you and hummed un your mouth.

"So wet."

"For you..."

"I love you so much" He muttered as he started moving his fingers in and out.

"I love you... Too-Ah"

"Does it feel good?"

"So good"

Arthur knew exactly how to get you weak on your knees.

Your hands were gripping tight a the railing and your mouth was agape. He was pressing gentle kisses on your face and his fingers moved against your g-spot.

"Shit, Arthur."

"Shh... Don't be so loud. The whole Monte Carlo will hear you" He whispered in your ear.

You bit your lip and close your eyes, your head falling back with a deaf moan as his fingers went faster.

You couldn't care less about the whole Monaco hearing. Your skin was burning and the contrast with the fresh marine breeze made you shiver. Your thighs clenched around his hands and your walls throbbed around his fingers.

"I'm gonna cum, Arthur"

"Are you, princess?"

"Mhm"

He kissed you, swallowing your moans as you came on his fingers, wet noises filling the balcony.

"So good, baby" He muttered on your lips. "You did so good"

You were still whimpering and trying to calm down when he pulled his fingers out of you.

"Shit, Arthur"

You opened your eyes. The city looked beautiful, you felt like flying and still coming down from your high.

Arthur kissed your cheek and sucked his fingers clean.

"You taste so good, can't wait to be home"

You smiled and let your face fall on his neck. He kissed your forehead and fixed your dress.

"We should go now so I can help you with this" You palmed his member through his trousers and he gasped.

"We should definitely get going."

#Arthur leclerc #Al #Smut #F3 blurb #Blurb

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httpiastri · 5 months

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Omgg hiii againnn 🫶🏻 paul obsessed girlie here!! (Ur prompt list was so good btw) I think my favs were probably hands under their clothes, or from the dialogue, "god, you're shivering. take my jacket." Or "you don't have to be so genle. i won't break, you know." But honestly I’d be happy with any, all or none of them ur writing is so damn good 🩷🩷🩷

bestieeee aren't we all paul obsessed 🤭🤭 at least i know i am!! thank you for your request sweetheart, im in such a paul mood these days that idk what to do. hope u enjoy this, have a great day (and happy holidays!!) <3<3

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paul's hand is soft in yours. the way his thumb brushes along your knuckles makes you smile subconsciously, leaning into him as you walk down the street.

there's a post-dinner-date type of lull hanging over the two of you, a comfortable silence that you really don't mind; you know that paul isn't the most talkative person, so just his presence is more than enough for you. that's why when he finally speaks up, you instantly look up to him. "hey, you-"

your eyes grow worried when he stops right in the middle of the street. you're just about to ask what's wrong when both of his hands cover one of yours, his eyebrows knitted together.

"god, you're shivering."

you hadn't even noticed it yourself, but paul is as attentive as always. you did forget to bring a jacket when you left earlier today, so the cold gusts of wind blow right through the thin material of your outfit. now that he has mentioned it, you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps on your skin and the way you're trembling slightly.

"here," paul starts, shrugging off his suit jacket in one quick motion. "take this."

"are you sure?" you ask, blinking up at him as he stands in front of you, draping the material over your shoulders. "you shouldn't get sick, you have that thing later this week and-"

"i'm sure." his tone is firm but not harsh, the little smile he gives you right after telling you that he doesn't mean any harm; he just wants to take care of you.

"thank you." your cheeks start to redden – you're sure you could blame the cold if he asked, even though it's not the actual reason – and you take his arm in your hands as you continue to stroll. your shivers may have stopped, but the butterflies in your gut still make you a little shakey. it doesn't take long before you reach his car, but instead of opening the door for you like he usually does, paul's hands land on your hips outside of the jacket. he turns you towards him, your hands finding the side of his neck as you look up at him towering over you.

but when he bends down to kiss you, his lips barely even brush against yours.

paul is always so tender, so delicate. his touch is consistently light, always scared to hurt you, never wanting to overstep a boundary. it's sweet and you're thankful he cares so much about making you feel comfortable. but sometimes, you crave something more.

when you lean back to break the kiss, there's a hint of confusion on his face. you take a breath, fingers reaching the back of his neck to play with his hair. "paul, you..." you start, tilting your head. "you don't have to be so gentle with me." you look to the side, feeling yourself crumble under his curious gaze. "i won't break, you know."

his eyebrows shoot up, taken back in surprise. your relationship isn't new per se, though you haven't been together for too long, either. he just always assumed that you wanted to be loved in a soft, gentle way. but now that he knows how you felt, he doesn't exactly complain.

"oh, really?" he asks, his voice making you look back at him instinctively. your eyes are met with his cute smile and his eyes forming those charming little crescents you adore so much. when you nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a grin, his hands slip past the material of his suit jacket and reach for your sides underneath it. he doesn't just stop there; soon, his fingers dance along the hem of your top, thumbs massaging your skin ever so lightly. "like, now?"

you pause for a second. "yeah..." you're blushing even harder by now, but he doesn't notice because he's already leaned into you and kissed you again. this time, it's not just a brush and he's not treating you like you're made out of glass. his lips are pressing against you with a new type of confidence as his hands move under your top, palms feeling up and down your sides. his grip on you tightens and he backs you up against the side of his car. you let out a surprised yelp into his mouth when your back comes in contact with the cold material, and paul uses the opportunity to let his tongue slip past your now open lips.

as soon as you felt his lips on yours, it was like you both stepped into a bubble, leaving the rest of the world behind. you don't care how much time is passing, you don't care about who's watching; all that's in your mind is this new side of paul.

when he parts from the kiss, you find yourself chasing after him with your lips, disappointed to have ended it already. paul loves your reaction and grins from ear to ear when he looks at you, your eyes closed in bliss and lips slightly red from the kiss. "was that better?" he asks, smugness clear in his tone, and your eyelids slowly open.

you're completely breathless, unable to find any words to suit the situation, but you eventually manage a nod.

he leans down to leave a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the door to the passenger's seat for you. "you ready to go, then?"

maybe you'll have to work on that gentle side of his.

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formulakatya · 10 months

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MET YOU AT THE RIGHT TIME | MICK SCHUMACHER

"living in a movie i've watched and funny, cause you couldn't have called it, met you at the right time, this is what it feels like"

not my gif :)

part 1

summary: where your best friend is sick of you thinking your not deserving of love and so she introduces you to a certain someone

pairing: mick schumacher x professional golfer!reader

notes: hi! sorry for the long wait but part 2 of ‘this is what it feels like’ is finally out, thank you for your patience 😭🤍

warnings: a universe where mick is in ferrari and ferrari aren’t idiots

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“amazing drive, mick!” you smiled, congratulating the german, “congrats on that win!”

“thank you, (y/n),” mick smiled shyly as both of you exited the paddock and walked down the streets of monaco, the sun setting as nighttime came. “so, uhm…how’s golf going? lily says you’re amazing at it.”

chuckling, you shook your head, “i hope she didn’t oversell me to you.” smiling as mick let out a laugh, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh of your own. “well, i just won my first major— the chevron championship— uhm, and i also managed to win the cognizant founders cup after that…before that i won the honda lpga tournament in thailand.”

“your kidding!” mick exclaimed, looking at you.

“oh no, did she oversell me? because if she did—“

“no, no! absolutely not,” mick smiled. “she talks about you a lot and before i met you i already had a good impression of you based off the things she said…and then i met you and you’re really just as much of an angel as she says you are,” he chuckled.

“really?”

“yeah,” he nodded, “and for the record, she never told me you were winning tournaments left and right…when’s your next one?”

“the lotte championship in hawaii,” you replied, “and why are we only talking about me? come on, lily says you have a dog!”

“she told you about angie?” he smiled as he scrolled through his camera roll quickly to find a picture, “she’s an australian shepherd.”

“stop, she’s so cute,” you shook your head, “i wish i had a dog…”

“i’ll let you meet angie one day.”

“please, that’ll be a dream come true.” laughing, you averted your gaze to the sunset as the both of you neared the restaurant.

mick smiled, admiring you for a split second. “am i allowed to say you’re pretty or is that too soon?”

—

you let out a deep breath as you took your driver from your caddy. spectators were crowded as they watched your group since you were the favourite to win. and you weren’t going to let the pressure get to you, absolutely not.

“approaching the tee, (y/n) (l/n)”

looking out into the fairway, you went through your pre shot routine before addressing the ball. drawing your club back, it wasn’t soon until the piercing sound of your metal club against the ball was heard as you looked where the ball went— twirling your club as you did so.

well done, good shot.

the other 2 players making their way to the fairway as soon as you picked up your tee and walked to your caddy, you gave a smile as you followed your fellow players to the fairway. whispering words of encouragement under your breath, you kept yourself calm as you found your ball in no time.

holding back a laugh upon seeing the small formula one car drawing stamped onto your ball, you looked at your caddy who gave you a thumbs up in encouragement before giving a glance into the crowd.

and you could’ve swore you saw someone you knew there.

gripping your club, you let a deep breath out as you repeated the same routine as before. swinging the golf club, the satisfying sound could be heard once again. squinting your eyes as your gaze watched the direction, you crossed your fingers together as it landed onto the green.

“not bad,” you chuckled, shrugging as you passed your club back to your caddy. “also is it just me or are my friends in the crowd?”

“it’s possible,” he shrugged, laughing as you two approached the green, your eyes glancing around the crowds before returning your focus back to the green as you did a quick analysis.

from where you were it would be a left to right, fast downhill putt. if you were able to find the right line and speed, you’d birdie the hole. and despite not knowing what your score was at the time, it was clear that it would be a putt that would decide your fate as a winner or the first of losers. marking your ball, you took another deep breath before stepping away, watching as your competitor run through her routine before making her putt.

the air grew tense as you wiped the sweat off your head, patiently waiting for your turn.

time seemed to slow down as you set up, your eyes focused on the ball as you concentrated on your putt. the soft sound of the metal hitting the ball could be heard as you watched the small golf ball roll down the green.

“go, go, go,” you mumbled under your breath, watching nervously as the ball slowed down as it approached the hole. “YES!”

smiling as you gave a hug to your caddy, thanking him for his congratulations as you quickly searched the bustling crowd with your, shaking hands with your competitors before you went on the search— confident that you’d find someone you knew in the crowd.

“(y/n)!” the familiar voice of lily could be heard as she squeezed her way to the front of the crowd, “that was amazing! oh my gosh! congratulations!”

“thank you so much, lily,” you smiled as you hugged her before pulling away only to see alex and a familiar blonde stood behind. “mick?”

“hi,” he smiled, giving a shy chuckle as he waved his hand. “lily said you’d be playing so i decided to come. congrats!”

“thanks, mick,” you smiled, a light blush forming on your cheeks as he pulled you into a tight hug, “it means a lot.”

“do you wanna go out to celebrate? dinner’s on me.”

“but you payed last time!” you exclaimed, “let me pay!”

“then take it as a date,” he shrugged. “and let me pay, my love.”

—

“i’m still mad you didn’t let me pay.”

“well…” he chuckled, “that prize money isn’t spending itself and i much rather spend it on a girl like you.”

“and no one else?” you asked playfully, resting your head on your palm as you looked outside the window.

“only a fool wouldn’t choose you,” he paused, “and based off my results in school, i count myself a genius.”

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violetszone · 1 year

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Quality time

Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: just a nice valentine with Arthur

Prompts: “You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear.” / “This reminded me of you.”

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing

Valentine's day with Arthur was always sweet but you never asked him to get big gifts you cared about inner things and being a hopeless romantic unfortunately meant you loved clichés.

When you woke up in the morning Arthur was hugging you, you poked his arm and made him wake up he kissed your head and hugged a little tighter "Good morning my love happy valentines day"you smiled and kissed his cheek Arthur was going for a morning jog as usual, and you were going to prepare breakfast for the two of you at the time.

You went to the kitchen and started to prepare your breakfast, you didn't realize how the time passed, Arthur had come home and you were cooking the last pancakes when he announced that he was going to take a shower.

While you were putting the plates on the table, Arthur entered the room.He was hiding something behind him. You sat across from each other. He handed you what he was hiding behind it was a little teddy bear it also had a small bouquet of flowers in its hand.

“You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear.” you laughed and hugged the teddy bear "Also this reminds me of you, its looks like you" you put the teddy bear aside and hugged Arthur."Thank you Arthur this is so sweet, it could be the best valentine gift"

You had your breakfast together and enjoyed the day. For you, Valentine's Day was more like trying to spend the best quality time you can spend together.

#violetszone #f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 smut #f1 fluff #f2 fanfic #f2 imagine #f2 x reader #f2 #arthur leclerc one shot #arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc smut #arthur leclerc angst #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc #f3 imagine #f3 x reader #violetszonerequest

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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morning after you find arthur left hickeys on your neck so you start to freak out while he looks super proud with a grin on his face. saying "now they know your mine."

Walking up , the first thing you noticed was that the usual pair of arms around you were wrapped around you tighter than usual .

Smiling , events from last night replayed in your mind. You and Arthur were at a F3 party and a driver from Trident was a bit too friendly with you for his liking .

So naturally , he had to make sure everyone knew you were his

'' Oh Arthur '' you moaned as his cock once again hit that one spot inside you. Normally , the monegasque will be showering you with praise for being such a good girl for him.

Not tonight. Tonight he was too busy in marking up your neck , collarbones and chest. His teeth would be constantly kissing , sucking , nibbling and biting your soft skin.

'' Who do you belong to sweetheart ?'' the prema driver asked . Instead of being responded to with words , he only received a loud moan.

That however was not enough for Arthur. He thrusted harder than before , his teeth once again biting little love bites on your breasts. ''Answer me love , who does this pussy belong to ?''

'' You Arthur , only you '' you cried out , your orgasm nearing.

Satisfied , the monegasque kept fucking you until the only thing you remembered was his name.

Trying to get out of bed , the boy's grip only tightened , keeping you flushed against him.

Giggling , you softly hit his chest. " Arthur . Arthur ! I have to go to the bathroom darling. "

Grumbling , Arthur let you go. Getting out of bed , you make your way into the bathroom only to let out a loud squeal.

In an instant your boyfriend joined you. Only in his boxers , the driver started looking around the room frantically '' What ? What is it mon amour ? Are you alright ?''

Instead of an answer , he was met with smack against the chest. ''Ouch , what was that for ?''

'' Look what you did '' you whined and pointed toward your neck and the part that showed through the cotton t-shirt you were wearing.

The boy only chuckled and let out under his breath '' wait until you see the ones on your breasts '' he smirked.

Your widened before looking under your shirt only to see your boobs covered in red and purple bruises.

Before you could freak out again , Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. ''Relax cherie , just had to show those asshole from trident who you belong to'' he threw you another cheeky smile through the mirror which triggered your own freaked out smile.

'' I know bebe , it will just take me so long to cover them''

At that Arthur's eyebrows rose up '' Cover them ? Oh no no sweetheart. I want to make sure everyone sees this masterpiece''

''In fact , why don't you come give me some matching one no ?'' The boy said dragging you back towards the bed

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itsgxsly · 2 years

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THE BEST SURPRISE

Summary: you surprise ollie going to one of his races

Pairing: ollie bearman x reader

Warning: none

Word Count: 433

You knew Ollie was disappointed when you spoke to him on the phone to tell him that you weren't going to be able to go to his race because of your classes. You wanted as much as he did to go see his race from the prema garage and cheer him on, but this time it didn't seem to be possible.

Or at least that's what you led Ollie to believe.

The reality was not very far from what you had told him, you had classes to attend and homework, but by sacrificing some nights and weekends you were able to get your parents to let you attend your boyfriend's race. So there you were, arriving at the race track, waiting for Arthur to pick you up so you could surprise Ollie.

After waiting a few minutes, you saw the younger Leclerc come towards you, dressed in his racing suit.

“hey y/n” he told you with a smile.

“hey Arthur, I'm glad to see you again” you smiled at him grateful that he helped you with Ollie's surprise.

“I'm glad to see you here too. Ollie keeps complaining that you couldn't come to see him. It's horrible, he looks like a kicked puppy” Arthur said as you approached to the garage where you would see your boyfriend.

What Arthur said brought a wider smile to your face, excited to finally see your boy, since you missed him for not being able to see him as often as you both wanted. You arrived at Prema's garage and immediately saw your boyfriend, who had his back to you while checking something with his engineer. Unable to hold back the urge to see him any longer, you approached as quietly as possible and touched his shoulder. Ollie turned, and smiled in disbelief when he saw you right in front of his eyes. You couldn't even speak before Ollie lunged forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight not wanting to let go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one of your hands reaching the back of his neck stroking his hair while your eyes watered a little with emotion.

"You've come" Ollie spoke at last, loosening the hug a little to look at your face.

"I couldn't miss a race of my favorite driver," you replied, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

Ollie just smiled and leaned closer to give you a sweet and innocent kiss on the lips. You split up when Ollie's engineer told him he had to get ready for the race. Ollie looked at you, not wanting to leave you yet.

“Go out there and win that race baby. Be here cheering you on” I gave him a peck before he ran off with a smile on his face.

It had definitely been the best surprise.

#imagine #ollie bearman #ollie bearman x reader #reader #fia f3 #formula 3 #ollie #f1 blurb #one shot #ollie bearman x you #ollie bearman x y/n #prema racing #formula 1 #f1 weekend #f1 2022

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jackpiastri · 10 months

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Do you take requests?

yes, i do! feel free to drop an ask here or on @httpiastri and i’ll try to write it :)

#f1 #f2 #f3 #x reader #fluff #x you #imagine #fanfic #fic #blurb #drabe #lando norris #oscar piastri #charles leclerc #formula 1 #formula 2 #formula 3 #formula one #Arthur leclerc #ollie bearman

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Requests open for f1, f2 & f3 drivers 🦋

My requests are now open again & this time with some added people!! Please send in any requests or ideas for angsty, fluffy, or random blurbs or stories you have for any of the people below! (If there is any f2 or f3 drivers you'd like to be added please let me know) Love you guys so much & thank you for being so patient with me 🤍

F1

Lewis Hamilton

Lando Norris

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Daniel Ricciardo

F2

Felipe Drugovich

Marcus Armstrong

Liam Lawson

F3

Arthur Leclerc

#f1 #f2 #f3 #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton blurb #lando norris blurb #max verstappen blurb #charles leclerc #charles leclerc blurb #pierre gasly blurb #daniel ricciardo blurb #felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich blurb #marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong blurb #liam lawson #liam lawson blurb #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc blurb

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i-am-church-the-cat · 3 months

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more married loscar lore pretty pls

Sure. I wanna talk about their wedding so let’s do that. In my au, they get married right after the end of the F3 championship, so December 2020

They get married in Australia but do their honeymoon on a yacht in the Keys

The Piastris aren’t religious but the Sargeants are, so they get married in a chapel but Benny officiates

Logan’s best man is Dalton but Kyle and Fred are his other two groomsmen

Oscar has has his first two sisters as groomswomen and then the youngest is the flower girl. His best man is Robert

They get married like a month after they get engaged (Oscar proposed like, the day of the F3 championship) so nothing is planned, they pretty much just do the ceremony and then dip

Oscar wears black, Logan wears white, all of their groomspeople wear blue

Oscar’s dad walks him down the aisle but Logan’s mom walks him down the aisle

They don’t write their own vows, neither of them have time for that shit, but Oscar keeps making comments between the little blurbs Benny is saying and Logan is trying not to laugh bc it’s their WEDDING

Kobe (Benny’s son) is the ring bearer

They get married at night bc that’s the only time they can find, and all of their pictures are very dark and a little blurry bc they didn’t have time to find a professional. Except, there’s one taken with the moon right behind them and it’s the one they have framed in their apartment

Logan scammed his uncle into giving him an Aston Martin as a wedding present bc he didn’t tell him he was gay and marrying a man so that’s what they leave the ceremony in

They’re actually still on their honeymoon during Logan’s birthday so they celebrate by launching fireworks off of the boat (Logan’s idea). They get the Coast Guard called on them

Both of their rings are a mix of silver and stainless steel bc they are poor. They are also have magnetic inserts so they click together whenever they put their hands near each other. They talk about getting new ones when they sign their F1 contracts but they’re both too attached to the ones they have now

Oscar’s wedding present to Logan is that chain he always wears, bc it’s less conspicuous than a wedding ring

Logan’s wedding present for Oscar is inspired by @nautical-nasa and it’s OP81 tattooed on his lower back (Logan doesn’t know what a tramp stamp is and Oscar is caught between hilarity and horniness)

Their wedding anniversary is December 27th bc it was the least-booked date. There’s a nativity scene set up in the background of some of their photos

Alright, that’s it for now. Thanks for the ask anon, I love talking about these two.

#logan sargeant #oscar piastri #loscar #married loscar #headcanons #anon ask #fairy eyed eagle

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erelavent · 3 months

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I usually don't comment on fanfiction about drivers because I'm not in the business of yucking people's yums but like at the very least, can we limit the fanfiction to drivers OVER the age of 18 (Ideally over the age of 21 but welp) because lots of the f2 and f3 drivers are barely adults and sometimes, literal children and I'd really prefer not to see blurbs of sexualized children on my feed. That's all I'm asking, please carry on.

#I've blocked the fanfic tags but some still make it through #This is literally the only commentary I've ever made on the fanfic epidemic on here and I hope it will be my last #I really don't want to have to block the tags for the junior drivers #f1 #f2 #f3 #formula 1

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livefastdriveyoung · 2 months

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Hi! Hope you’re doing well!

Also no pressure to answer btw!

I was just wondering what do you mean about Damon Hill fans and the Chris Hemsworth movie? I’m guessing you’re referring to Rush but I was just confused on how Damon was related to it

Oh actually I was doing two things at once, I was talking about the Rush fans for something different, not even sure. I cannot always multi task.

Half of my thought post about F3 included a blurb about Nascar that was completely not relevant. but I was watching the new show.

#ellethoughts #Elle's thoughts are not always coherent #but I'm trying #Oops

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Something about wanting to impress Arthur by learning a few French phrases because you have a crush on him but Pierre is your tutor and he only teaches you dirty phrases so when you actually try them out on Arthur he’s like 😳😅

Note: I hope I didn't offend any French with this. I'm Spanish and I have had to learn these phrases too. I literally googled "how to flirt in french"

"And do you think it will work?"

Pierre let an exasperated sigh and ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm telling you. It will" He said grabbing your shoulders.

"I just want to impress him"

"You will. The Leclerc's are very impressionable"

"And how do you know that, Pierre?"

He blushed and shushed you.

"C'mon, go and find your Romeo or I would have lost my time"

"If it doesn't work, you are dead man Gasly"

He rolled his eyes and pushed me.

It took you a while to find Arthur. He looked at you and you smiled. You've had this crush on him for so long and really wanted him to like you, so Pierre proposed this plan to you. He would show you how to flirt in French and you would cook for him for a week. Easy.

"Salut beau" You said when you were right in front of him.

He looked up at you, he was wearing his Ferrari clothes.

"Bonjour?" He was confused. He knew you couldn't speak French.

You took a deep breath and concentrated on pronouncing everything perfectly. Pierre said you were really good at it.

"Allons quelque part de moins bruyant"

Arthur lift his eyebrows and blushed a bit.

"O...Oui. Pourquoi veux-tu aller dans un endroit plus calme?"

Oh shit. You didn't understand anything. You weren't ready for this. You got more and more nervous. Your only reaction was to say the other line, the one to ask him to go on a date.

"J’ai tellement envie de faire l’amour avec toi !"

"Oh my fucking god" Arthur exclaimed turning as red as his jacket. "YN! Are you drunk? What is going on?"

He grabbed your face and examined you. You were the one confused now. If he didn't want to date you, he really didn't have to react like that. It was kind of rude.

"I think you have a fever or something. You are too warm."

"A...Arthur, if... if you don't want to go on a date with me, tell me. I don't need all this drama" You said pushing him away.

"Date?"

"Yeah, that's what I asked you" You said. And then he started laughing. "Right? That's what I asked, right Arthur?"

He tried to stop laughing.

"You... you said. Hey, do you want to go to a quiet place? I asked you why you wanted to do that. And then you told me you really want to make love to me"

You gasped and covered your mouth. You could feel the rage in your veins.

"You taught you that?"

"Wait a minute, Arthur. I'll be back" You said with a tight smile on your lips.

"Ey!"

You turned around and started walking, the cute blonde Monegasque following you.

"PIERRE FUCKING GASLY. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I GIVE YOU 30 SECONDS TO COME OUT OF WHERE YOU ARE HIDING. I'M GOING TO FUCKING CUT YOUR BALLS OFF!"

"YN, wait!"

#arthur leclerc #al #pierre gasly #f3 blurb #f3 #blurb #fluff

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httpiastri · 9 months

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formula 2/3 masterlist !!

★ = personal favorites

f1 masterlist ll blurb masterlist

clement novalak

my little race winner - 0.9k, fluff

accidentally drunk - 1.9k, fluff ★

drunk on you - 1k, fluff w suggestive mentions

devil in disguise – 1.9k, angsty

sleeping patterns – 1.6k, fluff/comfort

arthur leclerc

perfect - 0.4k, fluff

lucky charm - 1.6k, fluff

ollie bearman

dating headcanons - 1.6k, fluff

paul aron

crash into me - 7.3k, fluff ★

dating headcanons – 2.2k, fluff

focus – 2.6k, smut

pepe marti

bunny bandaids and forehead kisses - 1k, fluff

sunrise serenity - 1.3k, fluff

#f2 #f3 #formula two #formula three #formula 2 #formula 3 #fluff #angst #smut #x reader #x you #x yn #x y/n #fic #fanfic #imagine #drabble #blurb

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formulakatya · 1 year

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PERFECTION

not my gif :)

summary: as an up-coming formula 3 driver, the obvious dream and ambition was to get to formula 1- something shared across the entire grid. as a young teenager with the need to prove yourself, especially as a woman in motorsport, you are willing to take whatever it takes.

notes: this is just a blurb that i decided to write to try and get myself to fall asleep, and it worked, so it might have some errors as it’s unedited. i have some thoughts in turning this into a series of sorts but this was also my attempt in writing the obsessed artist. in no way do i mean to romanticise unhealthy training habits or such to get to the top.

warnings: obsessed artist trope, implications of mental health issues (?) and a harmful mentality, destructive behaviours (not physical) in order to achieve perfection, unedited (if i’ve missed any or if there’s a better way to phrase this please let me know)

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“congratulations on p2 today, once again, (y/n),” the interviewer spoke as you stood inside the media pen, practically begging to be able to leave. “what are your final thoughts this weekend? any celebrations?”

you paused, letting out a sigh. “it was certainly disappointing and i just thought i could've done better. this race weekend was definitely not one i wanted. overall i just feel like i had failed to perform and ultimately i’m quite upset...especially with p2 in the feature race, i could’ve pushed harder with the pace that i had to try and close the gap between me and jak but i didn’t. so yeah, i’m quite disappointed in myself.”

a sudden silence fell over the media pen, confusing you deeply as you glanced around to see the other drivers and interviewers looking at you. “can i go now?” you finally asked, breaking through the awkwardness.

the interviewer from skysports who you didn’t recognise at all was clearly caught off guard as he took a while to himself before speaking, “well there must be still a lot of positives to take away from this weekend after snatching pole and the win in the sprint race. it’s your debut race in formula 3 afterall.”

“no, i don’t think so,” you shook your head. “yes, i felt happy that i had managed to take pole and the win in the sprint race but i lost out on the win for the feature. don’t get me wrong, i’m very happy for jak and he’s a deserving winner, but i’m still disappointed in myself. it wasn’t the weekend i was hoping for and, as i said, i failed. maybe if i had bad pace or damage, i would be happy with the results from this weekend, but i didn’t. i had the capability of winning but didn’t manage to fulfil it.”

“alright thank you, (y/n), you can go now.”

“thank you,” a smile was forced as you exited the pen, making your way back to the motorhome, the facade immediately dropping when you got out of the public eye. the familiar feeling of emptiness and numbness ached your heart as you finally got back to the garage.

“hey, (y/n)!”

turning around to see jonny, you waved your hand, “hi jonny.”

“do you wanna go out for dinner? it’s with a couple of the other drivers and i thought you should join. you barely know anyone outside the team,” he smiled.

you hesitated, going through the same thought process you always did when it came to decisions like these. “sorry jonny, i can’t. i have to study and then go to the gym, thanks for the invite though. maybe next time?”

letting out a frustrated groan, the older driver you had known since karting shook his head. “come on! you can’t keep this up, it’s unhealthy!”

“no it’s not,” you chuckled, “even if i could come, i don’t know anyone and i don’t want to intrude.”

“one, the whole point of you coming is so you can become friends and get to know the rest of the drivers– you need to make friends. second, it’s unhealthy and how do you not see that,” the brit spoke as you walked side by side. “come on, you can afford to loose a day of studying, heck, i’d say you can afford to lose a whole month!”

“i can’t jonny, i’m sorry,” you sighed, “i’d just feel guilty.”

he let out a sigh, “you know you can always talk to me whenever something is wrong, right?” he didn’t know what it was, but he could tell that something was wrong and it was affecting your daily life in the worst ways possible.

you still had far to go with your career in racing and academics being a young teenager, and yet you were doing things like you were running out of time.

“yeah,” you smiled, opening the door to your drivers room thank you had gotten to yourself. “see you around?”

“yeah, see you around,” he smiled, waving goodbye to you before you shut the door behind you.

the metal door swung shut with a loud thud before you took a deep breath in, looking at your phone to check for any notifications which didn’t matter anyway as you chose to ignore them. glancing to the side at the 2 trophies and bottles of champagne which mirrored your reflection, your jaw clenched.

number 2. what a joke.

unzipping your team jacket which you tossed aside, you quickly stuffed the trophy into your duffel bag, not being able to bear to see your reflection through the silver ware.

the words given from your teammate played in your head as you unpacked your study bag, ready to sit inside your drivers room until the track closed to study having finished media and debriefs.

it wouldn’t be the first time someone had told you those words and it wouldn’t be your first time brushing them off— simply because it was ridiculous. if it was really hurting you then why were you seeing results?

but for the first time, you second-guessed your actions.

laughter coming from the outside, you looked through the small window only to see groups of drivers walking next to one another. clearly they were a friend group of sorts as they exchanged jokes and talked to one another.

for a split second, the world felt like it was going to collapse once again, but for a completely different reason than usual. you just couldn’t place what it was.

#f1 fic #f1 fiction #f1 blurb #obsessed artist #f1 fanfic #f2 fic #f3 fic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #formal 2 fic #formal 3 fic

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violetszone · 1 year

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Body Shot

Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: Your friend takes you to a private club party in Monaco. You agree to play a game with a group of people you just met your partner in the game is the boy who has been watching you since you came to the group.

WARNINGS: Bad English (a little google translate, not edited writing),alcohol,club,high people

The saying that Monaco would be fun at night was true, but you still couldn't get over the effects of what happened last night, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, then your eyes went to the side of the blonde boy sleeping in the bed, you couldn't believe it.

*6 hours ago*

It's been 24 hours since you've been to Monaco but you're already starting to feel like you're from there, your friend decided to take you to a private club party and said it was a party where most celebrities would be, party and the word alcohol was enough to convince you though.

When you entered the club, everything was normal at first, you took a few shots with your friend and danced on the floor, then your friend said she wanted to introduce you to someone and took you to a little group. There were famous people you knew in this group, but especially one of them was staring at you, you knew him, but you couldn't see who he was because of the lights.

When you leaned over to your friend and asked who he is, she told you he is formula 2 driver Arthur Leclerc, my god, of course you knew him.You continued chatting in the group, finally it was decided to play a game called Body Shot, it would be fun so you decided to participate Arthur was still looking at you from time to time and he smiled when you decided to join the game now it would be even more fun

First dice rolled first players passed Arthur's turn has come he chose you as a partner they roll the dice it was telling him to drink liquor from your stomach he helped you to lie down on the empty table he put a piece of lime between your lips you were excited but you didn't show it, they placed the glass of liquor on your belly button and poured salt on your stomach

First he licked the salt from your stomach with his tongue, you were watching him, he never took his eyes off you, he approached your belly button and took the glass of liquor with his mouth and sewed them all at once,without wasting any time he approached your lips and took the lime from your lips threw it in his mouth and started to kiss you he helped you to stand up while kissing.

God that was so hot everyone around you was cheering and applauding while you were kissing, everyone could have been high but you and Arthur were sober enough to know what you're doing now, You were both out of breath when you stopped kissing Arthur helped you off the table grabbed you by the waist and dragged you out of the club.

The rest of the night was even better while you were thinking about this, you heard a noise behind you and you turned there Arthur stood on the bed and looked at you "Good morning beauté what are you doing there come back to bed" You smiled and walked over to him and sat across from him on the bed "Hi" he laughed "YN I know how naughty you're,don't be shy of what happened last night come on" you laughed and slapped him on the shoulder this is how you met Arthur Leclerc, the man of your dreams.

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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hiii!!! first of all YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING!! I LOVE IT SM<333 anddd i think i have an idea..?? or a request idk how to say this sorry lool so maybe where the reader is daughter of Toto wolff but in a secret rp with arthur leclerc so Toto hears his daughter talking to lewis about Arthur but she only says his last name so toto thinks she likes charles and gets mad?? idk about ending but can u make it kinda angst and fluffy? thank youuu and sorry for my bad english<3 sending love xoxo

thank you so much bean <3

'' Ugh , Leclerc can be so annoying '' you complained to Lewis. The older driver just smiled at you , understanding the frustrations of young love.

You and Arthur have started dating about 3-4 months ago and he still didn't want to make it public because he knew how protective Toto was of you and didn't want to tension between you two.

In moments like this you were grateful for Lewis's friendship , the Mercedes driver always saying just what you need to hear.

'' Look at it from his point of you y/n. He just wants to protect you'' the brit said , placing a comforting hand on your shoulder '' Leclerc knows how much you love Toto and how you hate fighting with him. I'm sure the soon enough you two will go public ''

Giving the driver a small empty smile you nodded '' You're right , thank you Lewis ''

Lewis pulled you into a hug '' Always here for you sweetie ''

Pulling back , you showed him a stack of papers '' Got to go. I have to find Charles and give him these '' exiting the room , you call out a goodbye before making your way towards the Ferrari motor home.

Arthur had asked you to drop something off to his brother for him so now you were walking towards the monegasque's driver room.

Unbeknownst to you , your dad was just outside the room you were in with Lewis and heard the whole conversation . However , the conclusion he drew was that you were dating the older Leclerc , rather than the younger one.

So that's how Toto found himself following his daughter into the Ferrari motor home. He saw knocking on Charles's room and enter with a smile on your face.

He remained outside the door for a minute before knocking.

''Thank you so much y/n. Forgot these at home yesterday and I really needed them'' Charles thanking you , making his way over to the small desk in the room , reading over his papers.

'' No worr-'' your reply was cut off by a knock.

Charles didn't even lift his eyes away from the documents . muttering a small ' would you get that please ?'

Moving over to the door , you open it only to be met with your father. He had an unreadable look on his face , but his eyes were looking pointedly at the Ferrari driver.

'' Dad , what are you doing here ?'' you asked a bit confused.

At your question Charles looked up from his papers '' Toto ? What are you doing here''

'' May I come in ? '' The team principal asked , Charles gesturing for him to step inside.

Toto entered the room , closing the door behind him before leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He kept looking between you two like he was waiting for you two to say something.

'' Dad , why are you here ?'' you asked , still confused as to why he was here in Charles's driver room.

Your dad turn towards you and asked calmly '' Do you want to tell me something y/n ?''

Confused you just shake your head no.

'' No ? Alright '' he turn towards Charles '' Let's cut straight to it , how long have you been dating my daughter ?''

At that both you and the monegasque exclaimed

'' What ?''

Toto just rolled his eyes '' You heard me , how long have you been dating my daughter without my knowledge ? And more importantly when we're you going to tell me ?''

You started to intervene but your dad cut you off '' y/n sweetie , please don't lie to me. I heard you speaking with Lewis and I'm telling you , I'm not mad just curious''

Recalling your chat with Lewis everything started making sense.

'' I am so confused right now'' Charles exhaled , looking between the two Wolff's .

'' Dad , I'm not dating Charles '' before he could you off again you continued '' I'm dating Arthur ''

Now it was the mens turn to be confused .

'' what ? ''

'' what ?''

They looked at each other before looking back at you .

'' my brother ? ''

'' his brother ? ''

Letting out a small nervous laugh , you began explaining the situation to both of them , everything now finally making sense.

The three of you chatted a bit more , making sure the situation was clear as day before you and Toto said your goodbye and started walking back to the Mercedes motor home

With one arm hooped around your shoulders , Toto spoke '' You , me , Arthur . This Sunday . No buts'' he said sternly but a smile on his face.

You mock saluted him '' Yes sir''

Arriving back to the motor home , you shot Arthur a quick text message .

y/n : you're a dead man walking . it was nice knowing you.

Arthur : Charles called me. Make sure they have good food at my funeral and always carry me in your heart amour. 🕊

Giggling at the dramatics , you got back to your work.

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