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formula1bby · 2 years

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Dating Pierre Gasly Headcanons

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It’s exactly what it sounds like lol Pure fluff really

pierre gasly x gn!reader

Warnings: none really, just fluff

req?: yes/no

a/n: heyo first time writing for Formula 1 so many apologies if anything is ooc for people. Constructive criticism is okay but flat out hate isn’t, pls be respectful. If you like this pls comment or reblog! And if you have any ideas or anything you want me to write, my requests are open so feel free to hop in and say your piece. (Or if you just want to talk really haha) Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

I feel like he'd definitely keep your relationship private at the start, definitely asked you out in a really private setting, maybe before a race when you two are chilling in his driver room or maybe right after a race when he gets a second alone before heading to media

Regardless, people probably wouldn't even know you were dating until like a month later because your comfort always comes before his need to show you off

When you tell him you're ready to go public tho? Hoo boy this man has everything planned down to the picture to use to announce your relationship on Instagram

Your first time walking into the paddock as a couple was intense. The reporters couldn't get enough of you guys! Before practice that day there were already countless articles and pictures of you two posted everywhere and fans were absolutely adoring the way Pierre looked at you as if you hung the moon in the sky

I feel like some of the drivers would have already known you two were a couple (Charles definitely did because he pestered Pierre to tell him after catching his friend checking his phone every two seconds waiting for a message from you), but for those that didn't know, it wasn't really a surprise to them because of how close you and Pierre had been before. You two were literally the last to know about your feelings for each other

After a good race, Pierre wants nothing more than to spend the rest of the day and night with you, his perfect partner he couldn't imagine how he got so lucky with

This could be you guys going out to a club together or ordering takeaway (with the promise to not tell his trainer he was breaking his diet) and staying in the hotel room all night doing whatever struck your fancy (more often than not this would be some *ahem* physical activity)

Pierre always doted on you after a good race, insisting you were his good luck charm that weekend, even when you tried to tell him you should be the one doting on him

He would smother you in kisses after a race, regardless of if he was absolutely soaked in champagne from a podium

After a bad race, he would situate himself in your arms and lay on top of you when you get back to the hotel

You guys definitely wouldn't be going out in order to give him the time to gather himself and recharge before even attempting to be in any sort of public setting before the next race

I also feel like he wouldn't really talk too much after a bad race, instead just wanting to soak in your presence. You would probably be muttering sweet nothings and reassurances to him though while holding him in your arms, the TV playing some crappy show in the background

Overall though, I feel like Pierre would be a very touchy boyfriend who just wants to show his partner off to anyone and everyone who will pay attention but he definitely cherishes the quiet, private moments between you guys

10/10 would recommend dating Pierre

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There it is! I'll probably do a part 2 at some point, so if any of you guys have any ideas for that, feel free to drop into my asks and leave suggestions! Also, requests are open! So if you have any scenario or headcanons or one-shot idea you want, feel free to send that in as well :)

Cazza out (^▽^)

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checopereez · 10 days

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how the f1 would react to you being pregnant

charles leclerc

charles would be so joyful. he is a total family person and he loves babies. charles has been wishing for you two to become parents for so long and when you told him the news, he first burst into tears before hugging you tightly.

pierre gasly

pierre would be shocked. he wouldn't know what to say, as pierre thinks having a baby would not fit into his life style. but then pierre would imagine having a little version of you or him running around and his heart would soften. he would then hug you gently and say that everything will be alright.

carlos sainz

carlos would be angry. not at you, of course but at himself. carlos knew you weren't sure about having kids as of right now and when looking at your eyes, carlos could see fear. he thought he pressured you into something you didn't really want but then you would smile at him and say that you couldn't wait to start a family with him.

daniel ricciardo

daniel would be joyous. at first you feared telling him because you thought having a child would not fit with daniel's style of life. but daniel would grin widely and press kisses all over your face, your clothed belly, telling the baby in your belly that he couldn't wait to meet them.

oscar piastri

oscar would cry. he wouldn't know what to do, as he felt like you both were way too young to raise a child. you would feel the same, scared that everything would fall apart. but after calming down, oscar would take your face into his hands, wipe your tears away and say that no matter what, he would always be by your side and that you two could do everything as long as you would stick together.

#f1 fanfic #f1 headcanons #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 x reader #carlos sainz x reader #driver x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #oscar piastri x reader #pierre gasly x reader

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formulapai · 6 months

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WTF = WHAT THE FLOWER ? PT2

some headcanons with various drivers🧡

scenario: the drivers with a florist partner OR my daily struggles as a florist, but make it delulu

warning: flowery tomfoolery, mental breakdown and pollens

pai’s words: second part of the headcanons !!

MAX🍊

- the one to talk about you to his friends

- brags about your work during his livestreams

- is insanely proud of you and tries his best to show it

- buys you flower from other places because he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise if he comes to your shop

- stares at you as if you are his whole world (you are) when you get excited about something that happened during your day

PIERRE🍊

- the one to playfully bully you with your colleague’s help

- posts your work on his insta and encourages everyone to come at your shop “but don’t steal them from me”

- picks flowers from the side of the road and tells you he can totally become a florist and replace you

- waits for you outside of the shop with an umbrella when it rains because he knows you didn’t bring one

ESTEBAN🍊

- the one to wait for you at home with blankets and warm tea when he knows you’ve had a bad day

- lets you rant and gives you his point of view

- “mais non?” (“no way?”)

- tells you all about the dramas around the paddock to distract you

- massages your shoulders

DANIEL🍊

- the one to offer you little things when he comes to visit

- some lunch, some sweets, a coffee, a drawing a fan made of the two of you

- gets lost in the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about the recent flowers you’ve received at the shop and spends hours staring at you with heart in his eyes

- insists that you teach him some techniques and takes the lessons very seriously

SEBASTIAN🍊

- the one to plant flowers in the backyard as a surprise

- knows a lot about plants but is still thrilled to listen to you

- “oh wow, you sure can do a lot of things with your hands”

- you banned him from going to your shop after he said this

- can and WILL buy you bee-related accessories to put in your creations

FERNANDO🍊

- the one to ask you which flowers are edible

- proceeds to buy a bouquet containing only edible flowers and eat them in front of the cameras in the paddock to “spice things up”

- gets scolded by his team because everyone got scared for a second there

- excitedly tells you all about it and will probably still will in a few years

- didn’t forget to tell the interviewer all about your shop when he was munching on his flowers

- compliments you and your work in the late evening, when he has you cuddled up at his side

YUKI🍊

- the one to cook for you when you come home late

- tells you to take a shower while he finishes

- if someone is remotely rude to you or your colleagues when he’s around, it’s over for them

- acts as if they’ve just insulted his whole family and won’t let go

- wants plants all over the living room but none in the kitchen, he thinks it’s unhygienic

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Hear me out! ………….. dark obsessed Pierre and Charles obsessed with reader🫣🤭🤗🫡

A/N: Drumroll please this one is a headcannon so bulletpoints babes

It was a simple meeting you interviewing the two of them after a race

the original interviewer was sick and you had to step in, the only

problem was that you had no idea what to ask them

the interview was a mess, but they loved it

well really they only loved the interview because they got to

watch you become a blushing, shy, innocent mess trying to

talk to them

they just kept laughing and helping you find your words here and

there

Pierre kept flirting with you, reaching out to pat your shoulder

Charles's eyes kept moving over your body drinking in the way

the jeans and shirt hugged you

whenever you asked Charles a question he'd smirk say

something cheeky and wink

the fans ate the interview up loving the way the boys looked more

like themselves than with the previous one who just made them

annoyed

After that you started to interview the drivers, Charles and Pierre

always making sure that they talked to you first making sure

they're the only ones making you blush and stutter

During an interview Pierre had asked you to dinner being

completely serious

you thought he was joking and until the cameras turned off Pierre

kept his cheery smile acting like he wasn't pissed about you saying

no to him asking you out

When the camera was off he leaned over the media pen railing

touching your fingers which has you wide eyed

he tells you that you are going to dinner with him

that he's not taking no for an answer and that you will do it

if anyone else did this, you'd tell them to fuck off

but Pierre's eyes just stared into your soul sucking you in

Nodding you agreed being left in a daze all day

Charles picked up on it quickly

you were monotone and not your usual happy self when you talked

to him after a race

so when he asked you what was wrong you didn't mean to tell him

Charles's whole face changed when he heard that Pierre asked you

out and that he did it first, Charles was going to ask you out

He just nods saying that you'll have fun and stalks off to find

the fucker who asked you out first

Arriving to the restaurant you stumble over your feet seeing

Charles and Pierre both at the table

gathering the courage you walk in

the rest of the night was pleasant but the boys seemed to be holding

back on what they really wanted to say the entire night

It was when they walked you back to your hotel that their

restraint broke

they both confessed their feelings for you that they both wanted

you and they didn't have a problem sharing you

you spoke before you could even process what they said

you thanked them for the night and left

The two of them just smirked and laughed

you might have said no, but your theirs and they'd make you theirs

Pierre would watch you from far away always sending you presents

jewelry, clothes, shoes, anything he thought you want he'd send it

he got so high when he'd see you wearing it for the next interview

it brought this utter rush to see you wear something he gave you

Charles would keep all the other drivers away, hating when you

laughed at their jokes

You noticed that you were only allowed to talk to the older

drivers who had partners or showed no interest in you

Charles was the one telling everyone to avoid you

Charles once sent one single flower to your room a little C on the

note card was the only way you knew it was him

this was a cat and mouse game

you thought you were the cat, playing with them just some fun

but really, you're the mouse that had already been caught

you just didn't know it yet

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f1version · 1 year

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FAVORITE PHOTOS ★ HEADCANON

pairing: f1 grid x fem!reader (no pronouns specified)

summary: f1 drivers and their favorite photo of you

note: i love this not gonna lie

★ CARLOS SAINZ (55) — one with piñón. you and his dog, his favorite living creatures in the world. when he took the pic, it was 4 PM in barcelona, a day after both of you got home from miami. piñón was very excited to see you, never leaving neither of your sides all day, so when it came down to buy some fast food (because he was not expecting to go home before monza), you had to take her. you were eating while holding her, and the biggest smile appeared on his lips. he had to take a picture.

★ LEWIS HAMILTON (44) — lewis’ favorite picture came unexpectedly. one night, he woke up at 3 AM because of some noise, you weren’t next to him, and if he didn’t know you and your sleeping patterns, he would have freaked out, but he knew you, you were looking for water. he steeped out of bed, entering your living room to find a surprise. you weren’t looking for water, you were in the floor, painting. you were mesmerizing. that day held a place in his heart.

★ CHARLES LECLERC (16) — he is in love with you… and with his car. one day, you had the amazing idea to ask him how it felt to drive around with a pista, he instantly thought about you driving it. a week later you were getting into the driver seat, he took a hundred photos that day, his favorite being you before getting in. you were so nervous he remembers kissing it better.

★ PIERRE GASLY (10) — you are not a party person, much less a fan of PR events, however, a couple of months ago, you found yourself as pierre's plus one at an alpine event. it was unbearable, which could have been a problem if pierre had been enjoying that night, but he was not, so you decided to leave early. in your hotel room, you threw yourself to the bed and he laughed at your obvious relief. he took a picture, now it's his favorite.

★ YUKI TSUNODA (22) — one of you eating something he made. like 100%. even if he had tons of these pictures, his favorite was unique because of the memory. it was the first dish made by him you tried, he was so scared you hated it, but after you had the first bite, you eyes started shining, the world stopped, it was pure bliss. you loved it, he was so relieved and in love.

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1) — one with the cats 100%, you both are proud cat parents. it would be a photo of the day sally started giving you kisses for the first time, it melted his heart. you both looked perfect, at some point you picked her up and laid down with her while singing a lullaby, the cat drifting to sleep.

★ LANDO NORRIS (4) — you asked him and he proceeded to complain about how dare you ask that knowing he takes at least 35 pictures of you a day, asks if you want him to cry and says you’re making him question his life decisions. finally, he shows you a photo he took of you with his favorite helmet: the one dedicated to you. it wasn’t the best pic you had taken that day but, for him, it felt like home.

★ ALEX ALBON (23) — while your favorite photo of him is him smiling, his favorite photo of you is the funniest, most embarrassing thing. you love it. he took it on a trip you made to the drugstore in the middle of the night, “enchanted” by taylor swift started playing and according to you, your “taylor demon” was awoken. he was recording the whole thing, you were sure the security guys thought you were drunk-out-of-your-mind.

★ GEORGE RUSSELL (63) — george is a simple guy (not really he just repeats that a lot) his favorite photo of you is a very domestic one. one morning he woke up to you reading, he was enchanted by you, he was sure you stayed up all night reading. he found that attractive… and concerning, but more attractive, so before you noticed he was awake, he snapped a picture and immediately started kissing you.

★ LANCE STROLL (18) — having a drink with lance after media day was one of your favorite things, nevertheless, one night you drank more that you should. you don’t remember much, but as far as the videos you both took go, you were knocking on each door of the hotel and drunkenly running away. one of those photos is now his favorite, he doesn’t remember taking it, but he wishes he did.

★ DANIEL RICCIARDO (3) — daniel has two folders dedicated to you in his gallery: one with the cute, artistic, hot, beautiful, sexy, perfect photos he has taken of you and the other with cursed, embarrassing or silly pictures of you. his favorite is a silly one, it’s the only one he has marked as favorite, he loves looking at it and remembering. which one is it? that 0.5x photo he took with his phone the moment you arrived to your first date.

★ MICK SCHUMACHER (47) — he loves sunsets. during a small getaway, you started playing music, dancing, and singing. the sunset had soft tone that complimented you, it was magical and perfect. he knew he would be obsessed with the memory for a while, so he snapped a picture.

★ SEBASTIAN VETTEL (5) — easy pick. the happiest day of his life — your weeding, especially that one photo of you with the veil, seconds away from saying ‘i do’ and accepting to love him for the rest of his days. you were blushing by the way he looked at you and he loves it, he has it printed for his nightstand, as his lock-screen, and it definitely has a spot on his instagram during the whole ‘my life through pictures’ agenda.

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lieutenantfloyd · 6 months

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AU — Marrying Pierre Gasly

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mernaroll · 2 months

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f1!drivers nicknames

#f1 drivers #nicknames #headcanon #theyre so babygirl #my men #THEM THEM THEM #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #carlos sainz #pierre gasly #oscar piastri #lewis hamilton

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writing-about-current-obsessions · 1 year

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Lazy day

Drabbles for: Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, Pierre Gasly

Words: 2202

>Click here to check out my masterlist<

This is something a little different! I didn’t want to write a whole imagine, so I wrote only snippets that crossed my minds for some of the drivers. I tried to connect them all with a mutual theme, but it ended up being quite random.

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! xx

Daniel Ricciardo

He sneaked up on me. Daniel was stealthy like that sometimes. I was humming a song that got stuck in my head, making sure not to burn the waffles I was making for breakfast, when I felt his arms wrap around me from behind.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” he drawled in a terrible American accent, making me laugh immediately.

He bowed his head down to kiss my cheek as his hands skilfully travelled beneath my pyjama shirt to rest on my bare tummy.

“Good morning, babe.”, I glanced back to look at him and smiled.

Daniel rarely didn’t showcase one of his wonderful smiles, but seeing him happy at home was something else. He was always optimistic and joyous, but in the privacy of our home, it was like all his guards were down. He was completely open with me, but also a lot needier and affectionate, which I absolutely adored.

“Morning, gorgeous.”, he kissed my cheek again, enveloping me completely with his strong arms now.

“To answer your question, I’m making waffles.”, I said, trying to move out of his grip to finish making breakfast, but he didn’t let me. “Daniel-“

“I’m starving.”, he almost growled, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck and then pressing his mouth against my skin, kissing and biting a little.

“Danny.”, I warned, although I didn’t sound intimidating at all. “The waffles-“

He loosened his grip and straightened up behind me, but still didn’t let me go. He gave me enough space to finish up the waffles and then we both moved to the living room, where we usually sprawled on the couch to eat breakfast and watch something if we had time. Instead of sitting next to each other, Daniel pulled me into his lap, which made me giggle. He was especially cuddly this morning and I wasn’t going to complain.

We opened a show on Netflix that we were binging lately and indulged in breakfast, which basically consisted of coffee, waffles and whatever toppings we got our hands on. By the end of the episode, we were both finished eating and completely laying down on the couch. Daniel refused to let me go, which I was more than satisfied with. That meant that he was nestled behind me and holding onto me like a koala bear. I was still nibbling on some pieces of fruit as Daniel took the bottle of whipped cream to put a little bit on the strawberry I had in my hand. But instead of taking it, I angled my body towards him so I could feed the strawberry to him. He gladly took it, teasingly grazing my fingers with his teeth and wearing a cheeky smirk as he chewed the fruit. Then, he moved the can of whipped cream to hover just above my mouth, waiting.

“Open wide.”, he instructed, still smirking devilishly.

I obliged, opening my mouth so he could feed me whipped cream. He filled my mouth completely with the sugary cream and I ate it, chuckling as I did so. It was playful, but Daniel was looking at me with a promise of something more, something dirtier.

“Good girl.”, he whispered in my ear, low and seductive.

“Danny. Don’t be a tease.”, I scolded, although I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.

I looked into his eyes, seeing a playful spark flickering in his brown irises. Telling Daniel to not tease me was like ordering a kangaroo not to jump – completely useless, because it was bound to happen whether you wanted it or not. Luckily, I don't think I will ever get tired of his naughty teasing.

Daniel kissed me, softly and leisurely, taking his time in also exploring my bare skin with his hands roaming under my shirt. He was now almost laying on top of me as we settled into a new position on the couch.

“You had a little bit of cream in the corner of your mouth. I had to help get it off.”, he shrugged as if he was doing me a favour.

“Oh, yeah?” I acted surprised. “So helpful. Thank you, babe.”

Then, I took the can out of his hand, deliberately spraying a little more cream on my lips.

“I have a bit more.”, I admitted innocently, to which he laughed heartily and shook his head at my antics.

“I’ll take care of it.”, Daniel said with determination, moving to lick the whipped cream off my lips so he could continue kissing me.

Lewis Hamilton

“Absolutely not.”, I said firmly. “I’m not going in.”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart.”, Lewis encouraged with a wide smile, offering up his hand for me to take.

I shook my head in response. “I’m gonna catch a cold. Or have a heart attack.”

Lewis tilted his head and raised his eyebrow, challenging me with only one look. When I didn’t take his outstretched hand, he gave up with a sigh and a chuckle. Then, he swiftly took off his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles underneath, mostly covered in tattoos and glistening with sweat. He gave me a cheeky wink, noticing my stare, before running off into the sea. He splashed around while going in and I had to laugh at his childishness.

We went for a run together and came across this wonderful beach, which was also completely deserted this early in the morning. Lewis immediately suggested that we should go in the water, but I was hesitant. It was definitely too cold for a swim and although I was currently enjoying the view, I don’t think I’ll be joining my boyfriend anytime soon.

Of course, Lewis wasn’t one to give up. After a few minutes of swimming, he got back out, walking slowly to me. I was sitting on one of the rocks on the beach, soaking in the sun. I took off my light running jacket while Lewis was in the sea, leaving me in only my sports bra and my leggings.

Lewis stalked over to me, with slow and confident steps. He knew he looked good with the water droplets trailing down his skin, his muscles almost glimmering in the morning sunlight. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he stood in front of me, studying my facial expression. I think I was biting my lip and I also didn’t need a mirror to know that I was blushing; all tell-tale signs of Lewis’ effect on me.

“That was refreshing.”, he exhaled in contentment. “You sure you don’t want to go for a swim?”

I thought about it for a moment. Maybe I could go in and see if it’s too cold or not. I’m sure a quick swim won’t hurt.

But, before I could agree, Lewis acted quickly – grabbing me around my waist and hoisting me up over his shoulder. I squealed in surprise, not expecting it. He was laughing, I could hear it and feel his body shaking. With his quick strides, we were nearing the sea and I grabbed onto him tighter.

“Lewis! Don’t even think about-“

The water splashed around me, preventing me from continuing my threat. He was getting into the water in the same rushed manner he did before, only this time, he was carrying me with him. In a few seconds, Lewis dove in and we were both submerged in the freezing sea. I swam up, gasping as I floated on the surface, feeling my heart pounding in my chest because of the subnormal temperature of the water.

“I’m gonna…“, I puffed and panted, feeling like I was surrounded by ice. “…Kill you!”

Lewis came closer, encircling my waist with both of his arms. I realized then that we were still in shallow water because he was standing. I latched onto him, my legs and arms going around him like a koala bear would stick to a tree. He pressed a kiss on my cheek as I was still shaking from the sudden temperature change.

“Sorry. I had to.”, he apologized, whispering in my ear, although he didn’t sound particularly remorseful. “Doesn’t it feel nice?”

Now that he mentioned it, the water felt incredibly good after our intense run, cooling me down and relaxing my aching muscles. Although, Lewis’ bare skin against me certainly helped in making me feel better. I was latched onto him, which meant that I could feel his every muscle against me. I looked up at him and noticed him staring as well, seemingly engrossed by my wet sports bra that was sticking to my skin even more than before.

“It’s better now.”, I smiled, moving my hands to rest on his bare chest.

He laughed and kissed me sweetly. “Happy to help. You can hold onto me as much as you like.”

Pierre Gasly

“You still didn’t tell me where are we going.”, I complained, continuing to nag Pierre about our destination for the day.

“You’ll see.”, he responded with a grin, glancing at me and then averting his eyes back on the road.

I groaned, looking out the window. We were out of the city and Pierre was driving us somewhere for a day trip, but he didn’t tell me what he had planned. I was buzzing with excitement, not being able to stay patient for much longer. It was incredibly sweet of Pierre to organize everything for the two of us. We often didn’t have time just for ourselves, with him racing and with my own obligations keeping me busy, so dedicating just one day to us and spending it together meant a lot.

“We’ll be there soon.”, he patted my thigh and then rested his hand there, while casually driving with the other.

There was no traffic – we were driving somewhere more remote. The Italian countryside was beautiful though; the picturesque landscape looked like something out of a movie with tall, green cypress trees lining the winding roads leading to clusters of colourful houses. It wasn’t long before Pierre made a turn and we ended up on a dirt road, leading to some kind of farm.

“I understand now why you told me to wear sneakers.”, I chuckled.

Pierre parked and we got out, immediately being greeted by a smiling, older man. After the introductions, he spoke with Pierre in Italian, but I still couldn’t figure out what the plan for the day was. They were both very secretive, with the older man smiling brightly and assuring me in weak English that we will have a great time. The farm was huge and lively; a black dog rushed over to us as Pierre and I followed the farmer who I discovered was named Giuseppe. The happy pup greeted us with intense tail wiggling and a nudge on my leg, to which I responded by patting his head.

Giuseppe brought us to a barn where he kept his horses and I immediately got the urge to pet one as well. My excitement was even bigger when Pierre informed me that we were going for a ride.

“Do you want to go separate or together?” Pierre asked, his smile big and his wonderful blue eyes sparkling with joy.

“Together, of course.”, I pecked his cheek and his smile got even bigger.

In a few minutes, Giuseppe brought a horse for us to ride and gave us basic instructions. Soon enough, Pierre was helping me get on the horse, after which he hoisted himself up to sit behind me. I caressed the horse’s soft mane as Pierre held on to the reigns and before you know it we were trotting off.

As he guided the horse at a leisurely pace, Pierre rested his head on top of my shoulder. I could feel him exhale deeply, relaxing his body completely against me. He didn’t need to say it – I knew that he needed this. To just be far away from everyone, in the peace and quiet of the magnificent Italian countryside, with our work and busy lives somewhere in the distance. I turned my head to press my lips against his in a gentle kiss. After that, I nestled completely in his embrace, relishing in the sunshine and the nature around us.

“I have another surprise for today.”, Pierre whispered, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck and making me shiver in delight.

“Who would’ve thought you’re so romantic, Gasly?” I teased, smiling.

“Only for you.”, he assured, pressing a few kisses on my neck.

“Are you going to tell me what it is?”

“We’re almost there.”

I looked in front of us, only now noticing a rustic-looking house with a big garden. Maybe I would’ve realized we were going there sooner if Pierre wasn’t distracting me.

Turns out, Pierre had organized every detail of our day off. We arrived on horseback at a restaurant, where we had a wine tasting and an amazing lunch together before horse riding back to Giuseppe’s farm. It was simple, relaxing and incredibly thoughtful. The whole day we didn’t have any distractions, it was just the two of us. And Pierre made sure everything was perfect, even until the point when we were in our bed, cuddled up together and slowly falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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diorleclerc · 2 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲

pairing - pierre gasly x fem!reader

warnings - cockwarming, daddy kink, vibrator, dirty talk, light degradation (slut is used like once), p in v sex, creampie

author’s note - finally got the motivation to finish this after talking to @timetoracewrites about how filthy and wild pierre is. so this one’s dedicated to you love <3

he’d definitely use cockwarming as a punishment for you

maybe he’s finally home after a race and you just want to spend some time with him but he’s busy with work and has emails to respond to or something

you’re trying to let him finish his work but you grow impatient after a few hours and walk out to the living room to see him sitting on the couch, still on his phone

“pierre,” you speak up, trying to get his attention

“i’m almost done, ma chérie. just give me another ten minutes. just going over some stuff from the race,” he replies, not looking up from his phone

“that’s what you said twenty minutes ago,” you say, crossing your arms

“promise i’ll be done soon and then i’m all yours,” he says, giving you a soft smile and you nod

you go back to your bedroom to wait for him as he finished up his work

but another twenty minutes passed and he still wasn’t done

so you decided to take matters into your own hands

you changed into a pretty blue set of lingerie then laid back to take some photos for him

once you were happy with a picture, you sent it to pierre, knowing that he would get the notification and see it

the photo wasn’t anything too crazy, just showing off your body in the lace set

you smiled when you see that he saw the photo but your smile was quickly replaced with a frown when you saw his response

almost done baby. and then i’ll be there to rip that off of you ;)

you had lost your patience now, not wanting to wait another minute for him

so you lay back against the pillows and pull out your little bullet vibrator from your drawer

you run it down your body, teasing yourself a little before pressing it against your clit

you purposely let out loud, lewd and damn near pornographic moans, knowing that pierre would hear you

and sure enough, you hear his footsteps a few moments later

pretty soon, he’s at the door, not looking pleased with the sight in front of him

“what do you think you’re doing?” pierre asks, crossing his arms as you look up at him, the little bullet vibrator still pressed against your clit

“well you were too busy for me,” you say, letting out a lewd moan

“you want my attention? fine, turn that thing off,” he says as he walked over to the bed and you tried to not look too excited at the fact that your plan worked

you turn the vibrator off and toss it to the side on the bed, sitting up on your knees as you wait for him

pierre pulls you in for a quick kiss before he sits down on the bed, with his back against the headboard

“c’mere baby,” he says, motioning for you to come to him

you straddle his lap and he unzips his pants and pulls them down just enough for his cock to slip out

he pulls your panties to the side and pushes his tip into your pussy, letting you sink down on him

of course, you think that he’s letting you ride him

but right as you start to lift your hips up again, he stops your movements

“what’re you doing?” you furrow your eyebrows at him

“what? did you think i was gonna let you ride me after that little stunt you pulled?” he smirks as you stare at him, clearly not expecting this outcome

“oh no baby, you’re going to sit still like a good girl and keep daddy warm while he finishes his work,” he says and you pout

“don’t pout at me. you were the one who decided to act bratty and couldn’t wait patiently. and you know happens to brats, don’t you?” he asks, holding your chin between his fingers

“they get punished,” you mutter

“that’s right. and this is your punishment baby girl. now just sit here while i finish my work and maybe if you’re a good girl, i’ll fuck you,” he says, squeezing your hips before he pulls out his phone to respond to some emails

at first, you’re doing pretty well

but as time went on, you felt yourself getting needier and more desperate

you start squirming a little on his lap and pierre just slaps your thigh

“stay still baby,” he says and you try your hardest to but you can’t

“please daddy,” you mutter against his neck

“just a bit longer baby,” he says and continues to scroll and type on his phone

you try to sit still but only last a couple more minutes before you’re squirming again

“can’t even sit still for a couple of minutes hm? what? is this still not enough for you?” pierre asks

“pierre please, i need more,” you whine

“what a shame. if only you were patient.”

“please daddy! i promise i’ll be good,” you whimper as he shifts a little, his pushing his cock deeper inside you

“yeah? is that so ma chérie?” pierre asks, lifting your chin so you’re looking into his eyes

you nod and he hums, placing his phone down on the nightstand

“go on then. show me how good you can be for me and ride my cock,” he says

as soon as you get his permission, you start moving

“oh my god,” you moan as you slide up and down his cock

“moaning like a little slut for me already hm? guess you really were needy for me,” pierre chuckles, leaning back to watch you

“yes– fuck– needed you so bad daddy,” you moan

your hands are gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into them

not that he minded; pierre loved whenever you left marks on his skin

“yeah? needed me so bad baby? so why were you using this?”

you were too focused on bouncing on his cock that you didn’t register his words until you hear a soft buzzing then you feel the vibrator pressed against your clit

“oh- oh my god,” you whimper at the feeling

“feel good?” pierre asks, peering up at you

“y-yes daddy.”

“feels better than daddy’s cock?”

“no,” you quickly shake your head

“nothing feels as good as your cock,” you admit and he smirks

“and yet you still tried to get yourself off with this, hm?” he asks, pressing the vibrator against you harder

your moans grow louder as you struggle to form words, too focused on the pleasure

“n-no! just wanted- wanted your attention,” you moan brokenly

“aw, my needy girl just wanted my attention hm?” he asks, knowing that you were close to cumming so he removed the vibrator and turned it off, making you whine

“daddy!” you whine

“what? did you wanna cum from that little toy? i thought you said nothing makes you feel as good as my cock?” he asks

“w-was so close,” you whimper

“i know baby, i know,” pierre coos

“but wouldn’t you rather cum from my cock?” he asks and you nod

“n-need more,” you tell him

“you need daddy’s help?”

“p-please daddy.”

as soon as the words left your mouth, pierre plants his feet and begins to thrust up into you

with the way he’s fucking you, hitting every one of your spots inside you, plus his lips sucking on your neck, it doesn’t take you long to cum around him

“one more baby, give me one more,” pierre says, reaching down to rub your clit to bring you to another orgasm

your second orgasm triggers his

you’re clenching around his cock as he fills you

you collapse against his chest, your face in the crook of his neck as you moan softly

he’s running his hand soothingly down your spine, whispering in your ear

“so so good for me as always ma chérie.”

“I love you so much.”

he slowly pulls out of you then lays you down on the bed, letting you catch your breath while he cleans you up then changes you into one of his soft tee shirts

he’s beside you the entire time, giving you his full attention

he’s brushing your hair out of your face and pressing kisses to your temple

“i missed you,” you whisper once you catch your breath

“i missed you too baby,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips

“but i promise i’m all done with work now. you have my full attention now baby,” he tells you with a smile

“yeah?” you hum

“mhm. so what’s my girl wanna do now?” he asks

“just wanna cuddle,” you say

“that i can do,” he chuckles as he lays down and pulls you into his arms, letting you lay on his chest as he turns the tv on to play your favorite show

#pg #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly x reader #f1 headcanon #f1 smut #f1 x reader #formula 1 smut #diorleclerc writes

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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she keeps me up // pierre gasly

summary: driving in the storm was a bad idea. when she gets stranded at a rest stop, what's the harm in having a little bit of casual fun with the hot stranger that's also stuck there?

warnings: smut, inappropriate use of a rest stop bathroom counter

she was stupid for attempting the drive in this weather

the news anchors were calling it 'snowmageddon'

when she found that she could no longer see three feet in front of her, she pulls into a local rest stop

and that's when she sees him

in a car that's definitely not built for the snow, he's pulling a tarpaulin over the car to protect it from the snow, but it's not working very well

"do you need a hand?" she asked, pulling her fur lined parka hood over her head. "it would be a shame to ruin such a nice car."

"that would be great, actually. can you grab the other end?"

once the car is all covered, they head inside

like the gentleman he is, he holds the door open for her

there are three other people inside the rest stop, a small desktop radio playing in the background

a married couple in their mid thirties

and an older man who's probably in his late forties

that's when they learn that they're probably going to be stuck there for eight to ten hours

"so, it sounds like we'll be stuck here all night. anybody have any ideas how to spend it?"

the group find themselves sitting around a table, uno cards in hand.

introductions had been done five minutes earlier, and she had been turning his name around in her mind ever since she heard it spoken in his smooth french tongue

pierre, god he was so french

they were halfway through a round of uno when her phone buzzed with an airdrop notification

it was a screenshot of a note from pierre

meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes

with a little winky face at the end

"hi, handsome". she says simply, leaning against the bathroom door

"bonojour, cherie." he grins and thats all that it takes for her to pull him in by the loose collar of his linen shirt, lips devouring his

he backs her up against the subway tiled wall, his cold hands roaming all over her body

under her hoodie, over her jeans, cradling her face

the kiss is all teeth and tongue, the wet, hungry, sloppy kind

her leg hooking around his, hands buried in his frosted tips

the cold metal of his cross necklace cold against her skin as it falls down the collar of her sweater, pierre's lips nipping at her neck

her hands sliding up his shirt, playfully toying with his belt as she moans his name

making out had been fun, but now she needs him inside of her

"bend over the counter, cherie. i want you to look at yourself in a mirror and see how good i make you feel."

and that's how they end up with their jeans around their ankles, gold granite against skin

pierre's cock smacking against her ass before he starts teasing it along her entrance

“so wet for me, mon cher”

“pierre, please.”

it’s rough and it’s messy

her hair grasped in his fist as he thrusts in and out of her

the sounds of skin hitting skin

her lips parted in an unholy moan

she’s even more turned on watching it happen in the mirror

pierre panting above her, struggling to keep his composure as he meets her eyes in the dirty bathroom mirror

“that’s it, take it like a good girl.” he manages to grunt out. “should I give you my cum, cherie?”

“yes, god yes!”

he spills inside of her, and she follows shortly after

fixing their clothes before they head out

but everybody else in the rest stop knows exactly what they did in that bathroom

the rest of those eight hours just got so much more awkward

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #f1 imagine #f1 headcanons #f1 smut #pierre gasly smut #Spotify

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paddockgirlies · 11 months

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⸺ dinner date + late night walk in paris w/ pierre gasly ✧hc's under cut

you're on vacation in paris with pierre

he wants to show you around

you walk around a bunch until you find a restaurant

afterwards he takes photos with you

he carries you when you start getting tired

he takes you home

and kisses you goodnight

he calls you "mon ange"

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singsweetmelodies · 5 months

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i ship it unfortunately

#maxierre #pierre gasly #max verstappen #vegas gp 2023 #do you reckon they're talking about the paddock chapel? in my headcanon they absolutely are #real talk though - why does max always look soooo smiley and smitten whenever he talks to pierre??#first yuki in the presscon and now this... pierre's dick game is just THAT good apparently #*discord blurry eyes react*#my fatal flaw is shipping pierre gasly with.... everyone #the many boyfriends of pierre gasly <3

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gridgirldrabbles · 2 years

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I'm also feeling soft recently over PG. So, how would he react to all your firsts together?

this is a super cute idea, i love it!!

First Meeting:

pierre would be enamoured with you the second you caught his eye. he didn't usually get nervous with girls but as soon as you smiled in his direction (once you'd noticed him staring), his hands immediately started sweating and he felt super nervous. there was absolutely no chance that pierre was leaving without at least speaking to you, maybe even asking for your number as well. luckily for him, he'd caught your eye as well and you spent hours talking, ignoring everyone that you'd gone out with and choosing to spend your night laughing with the frenchman instead. he'd bravely asked for your number as you were about to part ways and you willingly gave it over, hoping that there would be many nights like these.

First Date/Kiss:

he would be so nervous about your first date!! you guys had been speaking fairly regularly since that night and it took him about a week for him to muster up the courage to ask you on a proper date. because of pierre's schedule he knew he couldn't waste any time as he might not be in the same country as you again for a while. he planned the whole thing, keeping it a surprise from you, only telling you to wear a casual outfit that you would be comfortable in. the sweetheart had planned a picnic for you both, driving you to the best viewpoint in the city before laying out the blanket and the food he had spent hours preparing. it was super romantic with chocolate covered strawberries, little fairy cakes that his mum had helped him make, as well as a glass of champagne (only one because he was still driving after all). you could hands down say it was the best date you'd ever been on, and you showed him that by kissing him softly as the sun set in the background.

First Time:

it took a while for you guys to get round to having sex. not because you didn't want to, because trust me, you both really wanted to, but because he was so damn busy. it happened when he managed to find a few days free in his calendar and he immediately flew home to see you as much as he could. he took you out to a fancy dinner, meeting you at your door with the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers you'd ever seen and lots of sweet kisses to show you how much he'd missed you. when you got back to his apartment after you were both a little tipsy from the wine you'd had and you couldn't keep your hands off each other. it escalated quickly and before you knew it his head was buried between your thighs, you legs slung over his shoulders and your underwear thrown somewhere in his room. he showed you that night just how much he cared for you, fucking you exactly how you liked and making you cum around his tongue twice and his cock another time. let's just say you guys didn't get up to much else that visit to make up for lost time.

First Race:

the first race he took you to was monza. of course you knew it held a very special place in his heart there because of his win, as well as it being in italy, and you knew how much he wanted you there. so you took the time off work and spent your weekend being shown around the paddock and sitting in the back of the alpha tauri garage with big ear defenders on. he introduced you to everyone, including charles who you had met over facetime but never in person, as well as showing you his favourite spots of the track. you fell even more in love with him that weekend, seeing the way his eyes lit up as he spoke about his passion, and seeing him drive almost drove you to tears it was such a special experience. everyone could tell how much you being there had helped pierre that weekend so it almost wasn't a surprise when he landed himself on the podium again, claiming you were his good luck charm.

First Home:

it didn't take pierre that long to ask if you wanted to move in with him, to which the answer was obviously yes. you had been dating for nearly a year at that point and he hated not having your stuff interspersed among his. of course he would have to stay in milan because of work, not that you minded because it was a gorgeous city, but he would spend hours house hunting to make sure he found the perfect place for you both. once he had, he would be so excited to finally be living with you, making a little calendar and crossing off the days as the move in date got closer. you would go and buy new furniture and decorations together, stuff that was a combination of both of your styles which complimented each other beautifully. once you were all moved in he would never want to leave, dragging his heels before every flight as he wanted to spend time with you in your own little haven.

#pg10 #pierre gasly #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly oneshot #pierre gasly headcanon #pierre gasly x reader #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 headcanon #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #formula 1 headcanon #formula 1 x reader

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