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daddyricsdoll · 2 months

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"It's hard to not grab you and fuck you against that wall!" With Arthur please🤭🤭

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I knew I shouldn’t have, but seeing how easily my smiley Arthur turned into a jealous man with a ticked jaw and tight fists was so tempting. When I’d laugh at his brother’s joke a little longer, or I’d touch him more often. Caressing his arm and staring at him with adoration.

The annoyance on Arthur's face was something I couldn’t say I was used to, but I knew what would come out of it. Like any time I’d tease him, there’d always be a punishment. Fire ran through me as I glanced at Arthur every few seconds. His body stiff and in the same position as the past minutes, watching us.

I was greedy, taking up all his enjoyment to be wasted on me. But what could I say it was Arthur Leclerc. After many long minutes, I finally left Charles, walking toward the bar and acting almost oblivious to Arthur who leaned against the counter.

Making sure my dress hugged each feature of my body that he couldn’t resist, which to my happiness, was all of it. I caught him stalking closer in my peripheral. Stomach tensing and body flushing as his smooth voice filled my ears. “Oh mon amour, you think I don’t know what you’re doing? Don’t even know if I should call you that or a putain.” My breath hitching at his sentence, to any spectator it would seem as though he’s sharing loving words, but my throbbing pussy could say otherwise.

“Tell me then, what am I doing and then I’ll let you call me whatever you want.” A deep groan leaves Arthurs mouth and it only makes me more satisfied. Bringing his head closer to mine to grunt into my ear. “You know how fucking hard it is to not grab you and fuck you against that wall?”

“How hard, Arthur.” I breathe into his ear, my words almosting sounding like a moan.

“So. Fucking. Hard. I might just do it so everyone can see.”

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embrosegraves · 4 months

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𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀𝕥 𝔹𝕖 𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪?

Arthur Leclerc x Reader In which after the reader has an unwanted interaction, Reader’s 6-year-old daughter has a serious talk with Arthur “Would it be okay if I called you dad?”

Warnings/Notes: Google Translated French and Italian. unnamed ex-boyfriend.

You had never imagined ever becoming a teen mum. You hadn’t given any thought to getting pregnant with your boyfriend. There was no need to think about stuff like that, the two of you were only 16. That’s why you were so shocked to find out a month before you turned 17, that you would be having your first child.

Of course, after you eventually got over the shock, you immediately told your boyfriend. H was less than pleased with the situation. He didn’t outright say that he didn’t want it, but the way he treated you afterwards made that pretty clear to you. He was not going to help you. You had sat him down the night before your birthday to talk about what you were going to do. That night, he said that didn’t want to be a parent. That he didn’t want to be your boyfriend any longer.

Most people would become hysterical. Most people would start crying and begging for their partner to stay with them. That they could make it work. But not you. Your response to his words had stunned him.

“If you don’t want to be with me, that’s fine. If you don’t want to be a father, that’s fine too. After today I don’t want you near me or my baby, so once they’re born I want you to sign your rights away.” You were stone-faced with anger when you spoke to him. “No matter what you say or do from here on out, I will have full custody of my child and you will have nothing to do with them. Am I clear?”

He looked almost angry at your words, but he gritted his teeth and agreed to your demands. That was the last night you ever saw him. Either his family had moved away, or he had suddenly stopped frequenting the places you used to go together but whatever the reason you were strangely satisfied that you never ran into him for the remainder of your surprise pregnancy.

Your parents were your biggest supporters throughout the whole ordeal. You could still remember the day your parents found out you were pregnant. It was the day you yourself had found out. Your father had found you in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid in shock with tears streaming down your face. He rushed to you, worried out of his mind. Your father’s arms had wrapped around you protectively and your crying got louder as you tried to explain the news to him.

Your mother had come up the stairs when she heard you sobbing hysterically, only to find you clutching to your father as if he had told you he was dying tomorrow. He never loosened his hold on you as he explained to your mother what the issue was. She was equal parts worried and elated. Your mother took no time to join you and your father in the embrace. It had taken you almost an hour to come to terms with what you were about to go through, but knowing that you had your parents’ support and assistance made it all that much easier to deal with.

7 and a half months later, you had given birth to a daughter. That was the first and last day that your ex-boyfriend saw your daughter. You had texted him to come to hospital as you had the paperwork he needed to sign so that he could give his rights away. Being in no state to follow him and make sure that he signed what was necessary, your father had followed and stood opposite to him so he could make sure he wasn’t going to rip up the paperwork.

At some point in your pregnancy, you had expressed to your parents that while he had agreed to sign them away, you were worried that he would try something when the day came. Your father said that he would need a witness in order for the papers to be legal anyway, so he would be there to make sure your ex couldn’t try anything nefarious.

Despite countless nights sat with your parents on the couch in your living room, you still hadn’t come up with a name for your daughter. Your mother’s family hailed from France and your father’s family hailed from Italy, so you wanted something that had both ethnic backgrounds.

As soon as you laid eyes on your baby, after hours of labour, you knew instantly what her name would be.

Colette Vincenza L/n

You were always thankful that she was a well behaved baby, she had only really started acting like the stories you’d heard when she was teething. But once she had all her teeth, she was a kindhearted angel for you and your parents. That’s how she was, even as she continued growing.

When Colette was just over a year old, you had met someone while going about your day in the French markets. The stroller was in front of you as you browsed the stalls. You had been so absorbed in your daughter that you had failed to notice someone walking the opposite direction and had accidentally bumped into them. Because of the impact, the man had spilled some of his hot drink in front of him, and consequently onto your daughter’s stroller. You quickly grabbed Colette out and started to sooth her, as she had been shocked and started to cry. Amidst you trying to sooth your daughter and double check that none of the hot liquid had fallen on her, the man had started apologising profusely.

“It’s alright, really. I should have been more aware of the surroundings.” As you continued to rock Colette, you finally looked up at whoever you had bumped into. He was very handsome, looked to be around your age, and was clearly worried that he had unknowingly hurt the small baby with you.

“No no, it’s my fault as well. I wasn’t paying attention at all. Please let me repay you, I would never forgive myself if I didn’t help you somehow.” He sounded so sincere you couldn’t help but take a bit of pity on him.

“I promise you, you don’t need to do anything. But if it would make you feel better, and if you don’t have anywhere to be right now, you could tag along with me while I finish my shopping.” He didn’t hesitate to agree, feeling bad enough as it was.

Noticing that Colette had calmed down now, you ran your hand down the back of her head and spoke to her as you put her back in the stroller.

“Tu vas bien maintenant Lette, Maman t'a eu.” (You’re okay now, Lette. Mummy’s got you.)

“Tu parles français?” (You speak French?)

You looked at him as you resumed walking through the markets. “Oui. En plus de l'italien et de l'anglais, j'ai parlé français toute ma vie.” (Yes. Along with Italian and English, I have spoken French all my life)

“Abbiamo già due cose in comune.” His smile when he spoke in his mother tongue was gorgeous, but it had nothing on his smile when he spoke Italian. You couldn’t help but grin back at him. (We already have two things in common)

You continued talking with each other and by the end of the day you had learnt two very important things about him. His name was Arthur Leclerc and he was a Formula 2 racing driver for Ferarri’s Driver Academy. Eventually you had noticed it was getting late so you exchanged phone numbers to keep in touch and went back home.

That was almost five years ago and since then, Arthur had taken you on many dates, some alone and some with your daughter. He was there for almost all of her firsts. Her first words, first steps and even her first loose tooth. Eventually he asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend and, though you had hesitated at first, you had become official with him.

Arthur was over at your place playing with Colette when you heard someone knock on your door. You looked at each other confused as you weren’t expecting anyone tonight, your parents would’ve called ahead if they were going to come by. Getting up from your seat, you gave Arthur a kiss and kissed Colette’s head before going to answer your door.

The person standing behind it was very impatient as they kept knocking on the hardwood door.

“Arrivo subito, calmati.” You called as you unlocked the door and opened it. Seeing who it was, you almost closed it straight away if he hadn’t put his foot in the way to stop it. (I’ll be right there, calm down.)

“Cosa stai facendo qui?” You tried to keep your anger in check as you looked at him expectantly. (What are you doing here?)

“You know I don’t speak Spanish.”

“C'était italien, connard. What do you want?” Your patience was wearing thin. (That was Italian, asshole)

“I think you already know.” The bastard had the nerve to smirk when he spoke to you.

“You have no right to her. You signed those damn papers. Even if you hadn’t, you had six years to see her. Why now?”

“I was in the area. Thought I’d stop by.”

“Well, you stopped. Now you can go.” You kicked his foot none too gently and closed the door before he could continue. Locking the door, you turned and walked back to where your boyfriend and daughter were still playing. Taking note of the time, you gently ushered Colette to bed before you and Arthur also began getting ready to sleep.

There was no need to tell Arthur who was at your door, as your house was very open plan so he could hear the entire conversation from the living room. As you both laid down, he held you close and comforted you until you both fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up before Arthur, seeing as you had to begin working. You were glad that you had started a home business because it meant that you didn’t need to make the commute to work through morning traffic. All you had to do was get dressed and sit down in your home office so you could start answering emails from customers about their packages arriving damaged.

Arthur had slept in a little that morning meaning that he was awoken by Colette climbing into your bed to lay next to him. When she saw he was awake, she nuzzled her face into his neck and he wrapped his arms around her gently.

“Can I talk to you?” She asked him. “Without Maman?”

Arthur was a little worried about what she wanted to talk about, as she hadn’t ever come to speak with him alone.

“But of course, Petit, what’s wrong?”

“I heard Maman talking to that man yesterday, and I know I’m still little and that Maman doesn’t talk about my Papa, but I know that was him.”

Arthur felt entirely out of his depth. He knew Colette was smart, he praised her constantly for it, but he hadn’t expected her to understand what happened the night before.

“Did it bother you that he came here?” Arthur was ready to hunt him down and tell him to never even think about you or Colette ever again.

“Not really. I know he helped Maman make me, but he’s not my real papa. It just made me think about something.”

“And what did you think about, Petit?”

“Would it be okay if I called you Papa? Je vois comment Grand-père rend Grand-mère heureuse, et tu rends Maman heureuse, alors je voulais te demander.” (I see how Grandpa makes Grandma happy, and you make Mummy happy, so I wanted to ask.)

Because the walls inside your home were very thin, you could hear the entire conversation between your daughter and your boyfriend. You were a little shocked at what she said but your heart swelled with more love than you thought possible when Arthur replied.

“I would be honoured for you to call me Papa.”

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norrisleclercf1 · 17 days

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Paul Aron

Long distance relationship

Y/n surprises him at home either the help of his brother Ralf and they spend the day together - all fluff

A/N: My first time writing for Paul, hope everyone loves it, he's such a cutie

"Thank you so much for doing this Ralf," Your boyfriends brother smiles at you brightly, knowing that Paul has done nothing but talk about how much he's missed you for the past 2 weeks. F2 was on a huge break and he was back home in Estonia visiting family.

You couldn't visit due to staying for university and exam season. "If it gets him to shut up, I'll do this a thousand times," He jokes and you laugh with him. "Has he really been that bad?" You ask, you knew Paul was missing you alot, the phone calls and facetime calls proved that.

"He's down baddddd, oh god he never stops talking about you. Which I mean I love my baby brother is happy, but I need him to stop bothering me, Y/n." You laugh even harder as Ralf helps you get into the car.

"Speak of the devil," Ralf shows you the phone and answers the call, quickly putting it on speaker. "Ralffff, she's not answering." Paul whines and you quickly cover your mouth to stop the snicker from escaping. "Jesus man, get yourself together. She's probably busy studying." Ralf groans, like this wasn't the first time he was having this talk.

Putting the car in drive, Ralf takes you to where Paul is. "Yeah, but she always answers me, even if I wake her up." Ralf gags, clearly hating this so much. "Paul, she's probbaly busy, let your girlfriend breathe for once." You listen, and smile as your phone vibrates and you see a text from Paul asking if you were okay and not to study to hard, to take care of yourself.

Ralf keeps talking to Paul and you think about how much you miss your boyfriend and seeing his dorky smile, fluffy blonde hair, and his arms around you. It made you choke up just a little bit. Pulling up to the house you smile seeing the familiar building. "Hey, Paul think you could come help me with the groceries?" Paul groans but hangs up.

Ralf snorts, and watches as the buildings door opens and Paul looks up, stopping as he sees you in the car you wave. "OH MY GOD!" You giggle hearing the muffled scream and push the door open as your wrapped up in strong arms, goofy smiles, and fluffy blonde hair.

"You're here, oh, you're actually here." Paul laughs and pulls you even closer, you soak up the moment. Ralf smiles, and grabs your bags letting you two have a moment. "I've missed you," He whispers and you play with the ends of his hair. "So I've heard," Paul pulls back and groans. "You heard everything?" Nodding your head, your boyfriend blushes making you laugh and hug him again.

"That's okay though, cause I missed you just as much."

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chrisevansonly · 4 months

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𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐧𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s the holiday season in monaco, but after news broke that arthur wouldn’t be back to F2 or Ferrari Driver Academy, he’s worried that you’ll be just as disappointed as the world is…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: slight angst, mostly just arthur feeling a bit down, but very fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: my first arthur blurb🥹🥹 i just thought of this the other night and wanted to write a little something, it’s just a teeny one but i hope you enjoy!!

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

When the news broke that Arthur wouldn’t be returning to F2 it took over the internet by storm, opinions coming in from left and right, negative and positive. Arthur felt a bit overwhelmed, and was anxious to talk to you about it, you’d been one of the most constant forms of happiness and support in his life, since he started F2 to now.

He didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Baby, you’ve been really quiet all night…does this have anything to do with all that news online?”

Arthur didn’t want to be so reserved and down on the first night you flew in to spend Christmas with him and his family, he had plans to take you to dinner later, see the Christmas lights around Monaco and here he was not his normal laughing self

“I love you…I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me..” your voice was soft as you leaned over to kiss his cheek, your heart squeezing at the sadness behind his eyes

“I just-I don’t want you to be upset or disappointed with me”

Your brows furrowed, not understanding what he would be talking about

“Arthur I’d never be disappointed in you baby…”

“But i’m not racing next year…i’m just-I don’t know..I don’t want you to be upset with me”

Frowning you squeezed his hands gently

“Arthur I love you so much, it doesn’t matter if you’re a formula racing driver or if you were an english teacher or hell lived on a tiny farm and milking goats for the rest of your life”

He couldn’t hold back the laugh that spilled from his lips at the sound of that

“My point is, I wouldn’t love you less just because life is taking a different course and you’re not racing anymore, I love you for you, not for your career my love…and that will never change, I’m so proud of you always”

“Promise..?”

His voice was quiet, almost afraid to ask

“I pinky promise, i’ve been here to support you since day one, and I’ll continue to support you for as long as you’ll have me”

Arthur smiled bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you into his side, it might have been news that wasn’t the best to announce during the holidays, but he knew you’d have his back through anything.

It didn’t matter if he never raced again, you’d be by his side no matter what, he knew that deep down, but hearing the reassurance come from you was enough to settle the racing thoughts in his head, you knew just as much he’d do the same for you, always having your back when you needed it.

The only thing he’d never have your back on is Christmas baking, because just like his brother Charles, he was useless in the kitchen.

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minkyungseokie · 1 month

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Oliver Bearman; OB3/38

Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist

⎆Written

There's nothing yet...

⎆Blurbs

There's nothing yet...

⎆Smau

There's nothing yet...

⎆Series

There's nothing yet...

⎆Moodboards

There's nothing yet...

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leclerc-s · 7 months

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different - a.leclerc

─── ❝ my biggest regret was walkin' away, i'm not gonna make the same mistake ❞ ───

series masterlist

trope exes to lovers, best friend's sister

track 001. right where you left me

track 002. the one

track 003. don't you

track 004. two ghosts

track 005. remember that night?

track 006. everything has changed

track 007. nobody gets me

track 008. still into you

track 009. afterglow

... more to come soon

#leclerc-s #the honest series #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x female oc #formula 2 #formula 2 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f2 #f2 smau #f2 social media au #f2 fic

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 27 days

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I would personally leave my husband if this man knocked at my door 🥵

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harianaswhore · 5 months

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⟡ formula 1 ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ

:: ᶠⁱᶜ ʳᵉᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ::

— ᴹᴬˢᵀᴱᴿᴸᴵˢᵀˢ ⟡

:: ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ :: :: ᵗʷᵒ :: :: ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ::

— ᶜʰᵃʳˡᵉˢ ˡᵉᶜˡᵉʳᶜ :: ᵗʷᵒ :: ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ::

— ᵐᵃˣ ᵛᵉʳˢᵗᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ :: ᵗʷᵒ :: ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ::

— ˡᵃⁿᵈᵒ ⁿᵒʳʳⁱˢ ::

— ᵒˡˡⁱᵉ ᵇᵉᵃʳᵐᵃⁿ ::

— ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉʳˢ :: ᵗʷᵒ ::

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lecsainz · 10 months

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it's you and me

pairings: arthur leclerc x girlfriend!reader

summary: the one where you are arthur's girlfriend and want to go to a harry styles concert

authors note: my first smau with arthur hope you guys like it 🫶

✩. . . masterlist !

yn.team

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yn.team y/n mentioned her boyfriend arthur_leclerc in her stories yesterday. what do you guys think?

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leclecs I love how y/n always exposes arthur to us, lol

arthur_leclerc personally, I didn't like it because I know how to park very well

↳ yourusername arthur, you hit a tree!

↳ arthur_leclerc she was in the middle of the parking space

↳ yourusername she was on the sidewalk, amour

ferraricharlos I love this couple

f1week can arthur fight??

yourusername

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yourusername look who came to pick me up at the airport

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12leclerc where are you guys?

↳ yourusername monaco baby!

↳ 12leclerc SHE REPLIED TO ME!

formula1days who parked the car??

↳ charles_leclerc y/n obviously

↳ arthur_leclerc 🙄 I parked it

↳ lorenzotl so it was you who hit the pole because everyone was saying that a ferrari had crashed when leaving the parking lot

↳ yourusername it was arthur, enzo!

↳ arthur_leclerc chéri you should defend me 😭

ferraritears THEY ARE SO CUTE

yourusername

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yourusername right here, right here spinning out, waiting for ya anddd arthur didn't even get jealous of harry looking at my photo 😎

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arthur_leclerc y/n I took the photo and you were shaking so much that harry asked if you were okay

↳ yourusername guilty as charged 🫣

ynlover you managed to charm him!

arthur_leclerc let's be honest, harry was looking at me 😜

↳ yourusername I'm pretty sure he wanted to be a thruple with us

↳ charles_leclerc oh my lord, what am I reading?

ynarthur what's your favorite song, arthur??

↳ arthurleclerc obviously cinema!

↳ yourusername liar! it's watermelon sugar

f2girl I want a boyfriend to go to harry's concert with me 😭

danielricciardo they didn't even invite me, traitors!

↳ yourusername you were in AUSTRALIA danny

harrygirl the caption being satellite

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc baby, you and I, we've had our crazy moments, like when you traded me for the one direction boys (just kidding, love!). but through it all, I know deep down that you're mine and I'm yours ❤️

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yourusername who can blame me, it's the one direction love (but I wouldn't trade you for even their concert 😉)

forarthur I want a boyfriend like arthur

yourusername I love you so so so so much

↳ arthur_leclerc I love you more chéri

ynhouse I'm dying from all this cutenes

lorenzotl didn't arthur hate one direction until yesterday?

↳ charles_leclerc y/n made him love the band

↳ yourusername now he knows the whole history and discography of the band

↳ arthur_leclerc cmon now I’m a directioner boy!

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daddyricsdoll · 3 months

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Benefits ✭ Ollie Bearman

Summary: Going to Ollie's home for dinner is easy. But being friends like this, has its benefits. In this case Ollie wanted his time home to be better than it already was, starting in his sim chair.

Warnings: Unprotected sex. I think that's all, I don't know if hickeys along breasts count as well.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Based off of this lovely request.

��Hey, welcome.” Terri opens the door and pulls Ollie in for a hug, me seconds after. “It’s been so long. Dinner is still cooking but for now Ollie can show you around. I know you've been here a million times but it’ll give you guys something to do.” She smiles, walking us out of the foyer. We both say hi to the rest of his family, his sister questioning if we’re dating yet.

“No, of course not. We’re just really good friends.” A grin arises on my face as I look toward Ollie, enjoying the view of him laughing with his younger brother. He seems like such an innocent and sweet boy, which he can be, but then the filthy words he groans in my ear and the way he uses my body says otherwise.

“Come on, let’s see if they've changed my room yet.” He leads me away, everything getting quiet except for the light padding of our feet against the floor. We both walk in, noticing not a single thing has changed.

“Well that isn’t too exciting. I was hoping they changed it all so I could act sad like they do in movies, and then I’d see an old picture in a frame and all the memories would come rushing back.” I laugh as I walk closer to his sitting body. Grabbing his cheeks and then smacking a kiss on his lips. It was fast and quick, an impulsive decision. But could I say I regretted it? No.

I turn away from him and walk into my favourite room of this house– the simulator room. It’s where we would usually hangout. He would be on the sim and I’d watch, it went on for hours which makes me think how I even managed to stay there for long.

“I knew you’d be here.” A familiar British voice emits into the room.

“Well where else would I be? I’m not going into your parents room.” His chucklee fills the silence of the room as he walks toward the sim. m as he makes his way to the sim chair.

“Still feels the same.” He sits back and stretches his arms out to the steering wheel. I walk closer to him sitting in it he lets out a sigh. “Still feels the same.”

“Is that good or bad?” I walk closer to him, legs brushing against his body and the chair.

“I don’t know.” Ollie grabs me by my thighs and pulls my body onto his. “Would you like to make it better?”

I drag my finger down his face and neck, trailing down his chest. “And how might I do that?” I bite on the side of my bottom lip, keeping it tugged between my teeth as my eyes roam over his face. Ollie doesn’t say a word, instead he grabs my hips and adjusts my body so I straddle on his lap.

His mouth makes contact with my skin, lips lazily parted as he drags it along my skin, forcing my breath to hitch and head to incline toward the ceiling. Going down my throat and toward my cleavage, hands along my sides before he starts undoing the button and zip of my pants. I lift my hips to help him take it off easier before he mirrors his actions on himself.

“We’ve got to be quick, and quiet.” He says in advance to capturing my lips with his. Ollie grabs me by my thighs and holds me in the perfect position before he helps lower me onto his dick. Easily sliding onto him. I begin to take control, letting him lean against the chair and watch me as I try to control my moans.

Biting my lip and sliding my hand up my top. Ollie holds my hips then waist, moving higher each second and lifting my top. Quickly removing my hand so he can take up the job, rolling my nipples with his thumb.

“Fuck. They don’t know, their sweet little boy is getting fucked on his sim chair.” I manage to say between pants. Rolling my hips and feeling him hit the spot endlessly. Groans and moans coming out of his mouth. “They don’t know I’m gonna fill you up and the only thing you’ll think about is my dick.” I become speechless at his words, only moans leaving my lips.

Oliver steals the control from me, leading my body as it moves up and down, meeting his and making our skin slap together. He pulls me in closer, attacking my neck with kisses, trying to control himself from marking my exposed skin. So instead he lifts my shirt and covers my breast with his lips, planting love bites and claiming territory that isn’t his.

My nipples so sensitive and climax creeping up on me, all it takes is his tongue teasing my breasts and the roll of my hips to knock me off and release.

I hide my face in his neck, with hopes the sounds that come out of my mouth become muffled. Ollie pushes my body into him. My unclothed skin rubbed against his clothed.

He holds my ass tightly as he releases; Coming with a groan from deep in his throat.

I ride both of our highs out, the room smelling of sex and the sound even louder.

Ollie helps me off him before going to the bathroom to grab a cloth. I sit on the sim chair with my legs wide open as he cleans me with precision. The only thing on my mind being his dick– oh I hate that he was right– and how amazing it would be if he were mine.

“Friends do this… right?” I ask, watching him look up at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

“Yeah, I guess.” Words uncertain, but I’ll trust him.

He finishes cleaning me, soon doing the same with himself.

“Guys, dinner is ready!” Ollie’s mum shouts, making us both realise the situation and rush to aim to look normal.

“Ok, we’re coming.” Ollie says back, running his fingers through his hair and waiting for me before walking down the stairs looking like two friends, who have lost the definition of friends and call it benefits.

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embrosegraves · 3 months

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ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝔹𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤?

(request) Paul Aron x Reader Paul and Reader are invited to a Birthday Sleepover “Kimi, look at us! We’re professional drivers and matchmakers!”

Paul was nervous. He hadn’t been to a sleepover since he was little. And here he was, 19 years old and nervous to ring the doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he pushes the button and thinks to himself. He probably wouldn’t be so nervous if he didn’t know you were going to be there. But he did know you were going to be there. In fact you were probably already inside setting up your sleeping area and chatting with everyone while he stood outside. The door swung open just before he could slip too far into his mind. Stood at the door was Dino. The birthday boy.

“Paul! Come on in.”

“Hey man!” Paul opened his arms and hugged Dino. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks,” Dino huffed out a laugh, “everyone’s still setting up their area.”

Paul followed Dino inside and started to greet everybody that was already there. Just as he thought, you were chatting with Kimi as you finished putting your pillow on your rolled out sleeping bag. Looking at you laughing with Kimi, Paul had to remind himself that Kimi was essentially like your little brother who followed you around PREMA like a lost duckling.

“She’d be laughing with you if you grew some balls and confessed, Aron.” Dino had been trying to convince Paul to confess to you for almost 2 years now. He had also been trying to get you to confess to Paul for almost 3 years. If Paul was helpless, you were a lost cause. “I’m telling you she likes you as well.”

“Not a chance.” Paul was convinced that there was no way that you liked him back. The possibility just didn’t exist. There was not a single chance on Earth that you liked Paul the way Paul liked you.

Dino scoffed but let him be. He had this whole night planned out and one way or another, he was going to get one of you to confess before morning.

“Regardless, the only open spot for you is next to her. So I’d go and say hello at the very least.”

Paul gently hit Dino on the shoulder as he made his way over to where you and Kimi were still talking. Seeing him approach, Kimi smiled and waved at him. You looked up and smiled.

“Hey Paul! How are you?” You asked.

“Hey guys. I’m doing good. Been really busy lately.” He said, waving back at Kimi. He didn’t want to leave the kid hanging.

“I’m glad.” You said, watching as he began to put his thing down next to your space. “Are you bunking here tonight?”

“Yeah.” Paul smiled sheepishly. He was nervous that you wouldn’t want him to sleep near you. He felt slightly less nervous when you smiled at him.

Later on that night, Paul found himself approaching Kimi just after you had left for the bathroom. Without you in the room, Kimi had gotten quieter. It wasn’t that he didn’t know everyone here, because he did, he just felt more comfortable with you around. Paul had begun walking over because a part of him didn’t want Kimi to feel left out, but mostly because he wanted to get to know your relationship with Kimi better.

“I don’t think I’ve seen her as happy with anyone but you.” Paul said.

Kimi just smiled and chuckled a little. “There is only one person she is happier with.”

This intrigued Paul. He hadn’t seen you with anyone other than Kimi so far. Sure you had hung around Dino for a bit, but it was his birthday of course you would.

“Who’s that?” Paul asked.

“You.” Kimi looked right at him as he spoke. “Unless the conversation calls for something else, you are the only thing she talks about.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Of course you didn’t. She made me promise not to tell, but she really likes you.” Paul didn’t need to know that Kimi and Dino were both in cahoots. “She’s basically my older sister, so don’t break her heart, okay?”

Paul’s voice was barely a whisper, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Eventually you had come back from the bathroom, prompting Dino to gather everyone for a few rounds of Uno and Cards Against Humanity.

By now it was nearly midnight and everyone was laying down in their sleeping bags, talking about everything and nothing. You and Paul had been talking about the upcoming F1 season when you had noticed some of the others getting quiet. You assumed that they were sleeping. Soon enough it was just you and Paul that were still talking.

There was a small lull in the conversation before the silence was broken by Paul.

“I don’t want this to change anything between us, but I need to tell you something.” Paul didn’t want to look at you, just in case. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he saw you look at him with disgust.

“Paul, you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.” You whispered.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Your hand reached out to grab his when he took a deep breath.

“I really like you. I have for years but I was too scared to tell you. I like being friends with you so much and sometimes I feel selfish for wanting to be more than friends. I don’t want to ruin our friendship because I am so lucky to be in your life, but sometimes I think about what it would be like if we weren’t just friends you know?”

There was silence. You had no idea that Paul felt the same. Unbeknownst to you both, everybody else was listening and waiting with baited breath to hear your response.

“Y/n?”

“I really like you too, Paul. For so long now.” You kept your voice at a whisper, but made sure to tighten your grip on his hand.

“Really?” His voice was so full of hope, it almost made you feel stupid for not confessing sooner.

“Mhmm. Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I like to think about us together. What we would do. What dates we would go on.” Shifting slightly closer to him, hand still in his, you wrapped your free arm around his and laid your head next to his shoulder. “Sometimes I even think so far into the future I can imagine a little girl. She looks just like you and she calls me Mama. For so long I thought ‘that could never happen. There’s no way.’”

Paul finally had enough courage to look at you. He turned his head and looked you in the eyes.

“Can I be yours? Please?”

“Only if I can be yours.”

“Fucking finally! Do you know how long Kimi and I have been waiting for this?” Dino’s voice was so loud compared to your whispering that your body jumped closer to Paul. Paul had been just as scared if his grip told you anything.

“Listen Dino, I’m just as excited as you are that they finally grew a pair of balls, but can the boasting wait until morning? I’m fucking tired.” Kimi groaned from where he was laying on your opposite side.

“Kimi, look at us! We’re professional drivers and matchmakers!”

This was a bit of a challenge I won't lie. But I liked writing it nonetheless!

I hope you enjoyed reading!

Likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated!

MUAH <3

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httpsleclerc · 4 months

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Okay but the prompt 'when they always feed you their last bite' screams Ollie Bearman to me :]

Can I request that maybe with the reader being George's younger sister 🤭🩷

pookie bear (man) ollie!!

Date night with Ollie was always a calm and relatively lowkey affair - the two of you preferred to stay home and spend time just the two of you rather than go out and have him and sometimes you be hounded by paparazzi, you loved George, but you hated the publicity that came with being his sister. George had agreed to let you go over to your boyfriend's house on the condition that you stayed six feet apart at all times and that there was no funny business between the two of you, only the latter of which you agreed to, becausehow else were you going to watch blue planet together if not cuddled up beside each other under your weighted blanket which he begged you to bring over?

You were both sitting on the couch, the last of your Italian takeout in the cartons in your hands as you leaned into your boyfriend's embrace, his arm around you as your back rested against his chest, a discarded episode of the inbetweeners playing on the TV before you would settle down for your favourite documentary.

"What did you get?" You asked him, trying your hardest to make out what the last of his chosen dish was, something you knew he'd spend a good couple hours convincing his trainer that he never had.

"I don't actually know, I think its some sort of spicy sausage pasta," He laughed as he realised he actually had no clue what he had ordered - Meanwhile you tried your hardest to hide the blush that was creeping over your cheeks, you weren't sure why his laugh made you blush so much, but it had such a major effect on you it almost felt embarrassing. "Do you want to try it? I don't think I'm going to finish it." He offered you with a smile, holding the last of his food out to you on the fork.

"I'm not having the last of your dinner, Ollie," You pouted, despite how appetising the pasta looked, you weren't going to give in that easily. Ollie grinned at your pout, he teased you relentlessly about it, citing that you were so obviously the spoiled youngest child.

"Come on love, stop with the cute little pout, I know you want to try it," He teased you, trying not to laugh as your pout hardened and you furrowed your eyebrows at him in a futile attempt to portray anger. "You're so cute when you try to be mad." He grinned as he watched you finally cave in and pushed yourself up, taking the fork from his hand, you ate the pasta that was forced onto it, coughing as you found of how really spicy it was.

"Are you trying to kill me?!"

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charlesslut16 · 8 months

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Could you do reader is Charles bestfriend but is dating Arthur and they fight over her attention fluffy fluff dramatic Leclerc boys ? Petty Arthur pls

-she's my girlfriend!-

summary : you were charles's best friend first but now that you were arthur's girlfriend the both of them were fighting constantly.

PAIRINGS : arthur leclerc x reader (ft. charles leclerc)

WARNINGS : none

note : i really don't like this but i hope you guys do. Love you ❤️

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You and charles have been best friends since karting days. You had met in one of the races and since then you have been absolutely inseparable. Like peanut butter and jelly.

Times and times you were at each other's houses hanging out. You hung out with him and his brother and at the same time, Charles hung out with you and your siblings.

And you had gotten very close with Artur and Lorenzo. Well mostly Arthur. Throughout the years, you had grown a crush on Arthur. You tried to ignore the feelings for him, as charles was your best friend, but you couldn't.

The rule between best friends had always been that brothers and sisters were off limits. So you knew that dating Arthur would be a no-go. But the feelings for Arthur were too strong.

So, after enough encouragement, you had told Arthur your feelings for him. And as it had turned out, he had felt the same with you. So you became a couple, even if you felt a little guilty about Charles.

Weeks later, you had told charles the news. The both of you thought that charles would be absolutely furious, but he wasn't. He was very happy for the both of you. At first.

Firstly, It had been going awesome, but after some time, Charles became a bit jealous that you hung out more with Arthur than with him. So he had told you his trouble.

So you hung out with charles more, which made him very happy, but then Arthur became petty. You were his girlfriend, so you should do more things with him.

And since this time they had both been fighting over your attention 24/7. If you came to charles races he had been with you all the time, but when you were at Arthur's races, he was with you all the time.

Charles argued with the argument that 'you had been his best friend first' but Arthur didn't care. You were now his girlfriend and he deserved to spend time with you.

More than charles. Arthur argued with the argument, 'you were his girlfriend now' but Charles didn't care about that. You were his best friend, and he deserved to spend time with you.

The brothers were one heart, they were always there for each other, but when it came to your attention, the both of you were literally enemies in everything. Always competing against the other.

For example, there was one time, where you and Arthur were cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, when charles came and sat between the two of you and hugged you to him. Arthur sitting next to charles huffing and puffing.

Another time, was when you and charles were talking outside about Formula One and Arthur came to you guys and kindly took you with him to take a walk outside in the field.

The entire interaction was very funny to you. Both of the boys fighting for your attention. You timed your time with them fifty-fifty, but the boys wanted to hang out with you 24/7.

Arthur found that the interaction had been going on for too long, so he had asked charles to talk to him about something important. Charles and him were now sitting outside in front of each other.

"What's wrong?" Charles had asked him gently, even tho he knew what he wanted to tell him.

"It's about y/n. We cannot fight because we want her attention."

"I know…"

"She's my girlfriend! So she will spend more time with me."

"But she was my girlfriend first!"

And so the fighting over you had started again. Both of them always stealing you away from the other one. You knew that charles did it partly to annoy Arthur and partly to spend time with you.

But Artur was really dramatic about sharing you with charles. When you did something together and charles came, he was always whining, huffing or puffing.

Childish. That was what was going on between the two of them. How could two grown men fight over a girl's attention. It was just so petty to fight over something like that.

You would always be their girl, even if they didn't have as much time with you as the wished for. You would always be there for them, even if you didn't have that much time with them.

That they would fight over your attention, wasn't something you had thought would have happened. Ever. But you were glad that it was just that and not that charles would be angry with you and Arthur dating.

Even if they were fighting and being total idiots. You still loved them with all your heart. You couldn't wish for a better boyfriend and a better best friend in the world.

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