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a deep ache, a desperate want

esteban ocon

tags: smut/pwp, protected sex, desperate!reader, reference to periods & ovulation (no blood), breeding kink (no pregnancy), dirty talk, established relationship (dating)

a/n: this one goes out to the 7 esteban ocon fans - and for those who have like several hours where they need sex right before their period

you knew you were getting your period. as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling, you knew you were getting your period. it felt like you were experiencing every symptom at once at the highest level possible.

on top of that, there was an itch in your brain. your body telling you that you needed to get pregnant right now. but logistically that was not possible. not with esteban gone most of the year with racing and you in graduate school, a baby would only hinder both of your careers. but your aching uterus didn't care about that. you were left flustered and needy, it didn't help that your boyfriend of the last two years was in the shower.

you tried rubbing your clit to relieve some of the tension, but it didn't help. it only made you more desperate. and it was only made worse when esteban came out of the shower with sweatpants on that dipped a little lower than your horny brain could handle.

you sat up in bed and looked at your boyfriend. he looked back at you, dark brows raised. you swallowed and moved till you were at the foot on the bed and kept your eyes on him.

"everything, okay, my love? you're very quiet." he said as he got to the bed and cupped your face. you looked into his dark eyes and he smiled at you. he rubbed his thumb across your cheek, "still having those pains?"

"it's worse now."

"need medication, or the heating pad?" he asked. he was such a sweetheart, always made sure that you were taken care of. you rubbed your cheek against his hand and sighed, "chocolate?" he suggested when you didn't answer.

you swallowed and closed your eyes as you said, "i want you to fuck me."

esteban's eyes went a little large and he said, "not that i'm going to say no, but... won't it hurt?" he asked.

you replied, "no... i want you to fuck me like you want to get me pregnant." then opened your eyes again to look at him, "but wear a condom."

"of course." he said as he let go of your cheek and leaned towards you to kiss you on the lips. you grabbed him by the white t-shirt his wore and pulled him into bed on top of you. the weight of him against you made you feel better.

to feel close to your boyfriend in a time like this made something in your soul sing. you felt needy and vulnerable, and there was no one else you'd rather have fuck you right now. not even your toys or fingers, you needed the real deal. you needed esteban.

he chuckled against your lips and said lowly, “you’re such a needy girl." he pressed kisses along your cheek and jaw while he felt up your breasts, "thinking about me breeding you, huh? putting a baby in you? how cute." his voice made you rub your thighs together.

"don't fucking tease me, ocon."

"i won't, i won't." he said as he got you fully onto your back and squeezed your breasts. you whined as they felt sensitive, "i find it... endearing, you wanting me that badly." he licked his lips, "you would look very, very nice with my baby." he pulled you by the hips, you clothed pussy up and his clothed cock. he rubbed up against you, he was teasing you, "knowing i got you that way. seeing the changes, how pretty you would look. all bred and beautiful."

"fuck."

esteban got undressed completely and grabbed a condom. he showed it to you and said, "i know, i would love to get you pregnant tonight. but, we'll get to that later." then leaned in to kiss you on the lips before he go the condom and between your legs. he admired you for a moment.

you held your breath as he sank into you slowly. your back arched and felt the thrum of excitement run through you. he was gently as he made sure that you were comfortable as he stared to make love to you. it wasn't rough fucking, it was gentle. sweet.

"beautiful." he said lowly

you looked up at him and smiled softly, "flirt." your voice was light as your lover started to move against you. if felt right to be this intimate. you loved esteban, you wouldn't be so desperate for a baby if you didn't. desperate that you had to rationally talk to yourself because the ache in your core was so strong. you let out a sweet moan and let your lover move against you.

"you have no idea what you do to me, my love." he said softly, "no clue." he admired you as he held onto your hips. he rocked against you, not hard enough to cause pain or discomfort. but just fast enough to let pleasure bloom between you two. it was hot, it was heavy. the pleasure between you two only grew with his movements.

as much as you'd both love to have a baby, that would come later.

he continued his filthy words, "i can't wait for the day i get you pregnant. the day i retire from this, when racing is over, we are going somewhere far. somewhere warm where i can spoil you for being with me through everything. and then, we're going to start our family. you like that?"

you replied, "yes, fuck yes." your core ached still but the pleasure helped ease the pain. it was like your body was mad at you for not getting pregnant tonight. but in all honesty, it probably was. your lover leaned in and gave you a heated kiss on the mouth.

you were soon pressed chest to chest as he kept moving. his hands now placed on either side of you for leverage. you moaned into the kiss and felt a flutter of want in you.

"i'd love that. spend a week, maybe even a month away. just you and i in bed together until you get pregnant." he groaned as he moved faster. you held onto his shoulders and shifted your hips to give him better leverage against him.

you swore under your breath. and he knew that it got you aroused. you clenched your thighs around him as he continued to thrust up against you. the kisses became messier, hotter in a way that made the pleasure crawl up your further.

"esteban." you purred.

"i know, i know. i promise it'll all work out once i retire. but i want that championship. i want to bring it home to you, show you my hard work." he said as he went in for another heated kiss. the two of you moaned against one another in heated passion.

you held on tightly to one another, whispered i love yous and sweet moans as the two of you made love. he said your name and you moaned his. you fit together perfectly.

"we'll have a nice little family, live somewhere comfortable. raise them." it only added fuel to your baby fever, you got more flustered. you tried to cover your face but esteban stopped you and pinned your wrist to the bed as he continued to fuck you, "i want to see our face, my love. i want to see you come apart on me cock. the only cock you'll ever need." his voice was tinged with heat and it swarmed through you.

the both of you didn't last much longer. another heated kiss and you soon came around your lover's cock. and esteban continued to rut up inside of you. the angle only made pleasure grow more for you even post-climax. you swore against his lips like a promise, you were his. and he was yours, and together you'd be a family one day. you nails dug into his shoulders.

"i love you."

"i love you too." the orgasm dulled some the ache, but you knew this wouldn't be the only round for tonight. when the two of you got started, it was hard to stop until you both exhausted. and with your period on the horizons, you needed him desperately.

he finished inside the condom and laid a heavy kiss on you. he felt you melt against him with such tenderness. you moaned sweetly into the kiss and he tensed up. only to relax and feel the warmth of pleasure course through him.

it felt perfect, you felt perfect.

another heated kiss was shared before he pulled out and got rid of the condom. some of the ache in you was sated and you could relax without the clawing feeling of wanting to be bred.

he tossed the condom and got back into bed with you. he held you from behind and kissed at your neck softly. he said to you, "one day, we'll have a baby. but for now, let me find other ways to help with your baby fever."

you chuckled lowly, "my hero."

"no." he replied, "your husband." <3

[norrisainz33]

celebrity crush || eo31

☆ summary: esteban gets the chance to meet his celeb crush at f175

☆ pairing: esteban ocon x famous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: bella hadid x none

☆ a/n: first esteban fic!!! if u saw me post this by accident before... no you didnt

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[interviewer 1] so esteban -- its no secret that you are a very big fan of marvel and super heroes! can we expect to see more special super hero helmets this season?

[esteban] yes!! i have some exciting special helmets!! tho i dont want to give too much away but there will be one featured this season for sure

[interviewer 2] amazing, well we can't wait to see what you're cooking up!!

[interviewer 1] while we’re on the topic... a little birdy told us that a particular hero and actress were your favorite - y/n y/l/n?

[esteban] *laughs* oui y/n may or may not be my celebrity crush. i just think she is a fantastic actress and she plays one of my favorite characters in the marvel universe

[interviewer 1] well you're in luck esteban! the same little birdy told me that she's going to be in attendance at the f175 event tonight!

[esteban] no way! well i'm really going to have to get dressed up now eh?

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lando: WHAT

estebanocon: mate i know

lando: you better shoot your shot

estebanocon: that’s the plan!

lando: i’m fairly certain lewis knows her…. let me see what i can do 😉

estebanocon: 😮

lance_stroll: now is your time to shine

estebanocon: wish me luck mon ami

olliebearman: **and for our livery reveal

estebanocon: well of course

haasf1team: our intel says she was invited by alpine (🤢) because of their owners. she'll be sat 2 tables away from us if my seating chart is accurate

estebanocon: admin you are my HERO

haasf1team: you’re our hero estie

abbipulling: if you don't catch her im going to be disappointed

estebanocon: going to try my hardest!

teamestebanocon: good luck boss man

estebanocon: ❤️

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user1: LONDON?!

user2: are you in london bc they’re making you the new queen? or…..

lando: my friend esteban ocon would give you a car if they don’t let you keep that one

teamestebanocon: my friend esteban ocon saved some cats from a burning building today and let me borrow his ferrari. i’m sure you could borrow his car too

user3: mother mother mother

estebanocon: 😍 looking forward to seeing you at the o2 later!

haasf1team: we can’t get you an alpine but we can get you some paddock passes to attend a race with a superior team 🫣

ynuser: hmmm is the monaco gp on the table?

haasf1team: OMG

haasf1team: sorry… i mean yes! any gp is on the table!

lewishamilton: and this is how i find out you're coming tonight?

ynuser: surpriseeee!!!! hehe sorry lewy. ive been so busy i forgot to reach out

lewishamilton: all good y/n! i'm looking forward to seeing you. p.s. i promised one of my fellow drivers that i'd introduce you to someone so be ready

ynuser: cryptic but fair. are they cute at least 👀

lewishamilton: i'll let you decide that one for yourself

user4: ok she’s a car girl now?

yourbff: no no get a pink lambo baby not this white alpine nonsense

ynuser: you're so right

zendaya: pleaseeeee come visit tom and i tomorrow

ynuser: done and done. i miss you both more than anything in the whole world

user5: i’ll buy whatever it is you’re selling

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f1gossip: marvel superstar and fashion icon, y/n y/l/n, has graced the f175 red carpet! its said that she's here at the request of her costar/alpine investor. we wouldn't be properly reporting if we didn't also tell you that she was spotted talking with lando norris and esteban ocon after lewis hamilton appeared to introduce his fellow drivers to his superstar friend. esteban has publicly said on multiple occasions that y/n is his celebrity crush - could our very own esteban have shot his shot? we'll keep you updated if we hear anymore.

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ynfan1: WHO THAT IN THE MIDDLE SLIDE

ynfan2: no fr.... im looking.....respectfully....... should i get into f1?

user31: pls look away this is a family affair

user1: my two worlds colliding

user12: KJFGHJFGHKJDFGNKJNFG

user2: well thank goodness you stayed calm

user8: so what im learning from this is if i talk about my crush enough,,, i'll get to meet them

user12: the all brown leather is serving so hard its insane

user13: they should just put her on stage instead of the cars.. i'd rather watch that

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ynuser: what a wonderful weekend in london

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tatemcrae: you’re a literal goddess

ynuser: you're the literal love of my life

user4: mamacita

f1: always great to see you! [liked by ynuser]

user31: WHO gave you those flowers? quick esteban look away

user2: maybe it WAS esteban who gave her the flowers!!

user8: didnt they like just meet like 72 hours ago?

user2: yes but like they could have hit it off!!!

user31: ya know what user2..... maybe you're on to something

user8: y'all can't be normal abt nothin huh

ynfan: who is esteban?

user9: oh boy

estebanocon: was a pleasure meeting you!

ynuser: right back at you! 🌹

user2: omg she responded someone check on estie

user10: oh that last slide feels intentional...the black and red like haas.....noticing things......

lewishamilton: missed you my friend

ynuser: missed you more lew

user5: looks like im getting into f1 now

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user1: i promise whatever the person who is getting to take you out is offering,,,, i can do one better 😭😭😭😭

lando: 👀

ynuser: 🤨

user14: pls just one chance 😫

estebanocon: mon dieu you looked incredible tonight. thank you for a wonderful evening y/n/n

ynuser: thank you esteban! you looked quite handsome yourself

ynuser: let me know if this is too much but… i’d really like to keep seeing you

estebanocon: too much?? don’t be silly y/n. i’d love nothing more

ynuser: thank god - i was a bit nervous you wouldn’t be interested

estebanocon: have you not seen the multiple interviews of me publicly crushing on you? 😅😅😅😅

ynuser: hahahaa i have but still

estebanocon: no buts

estebanocon: wanna come watch me race in melbourne?

yourbff: what is this????? details immediately???

ynuser: you know how i went to that f1 event? well one of the vroom vroom guys was confident enough to ask me to grab drinks and he just was so incredibly handsome so i said yes…. and then at drinks he bewitched me with his french charm and now we went to dinner and i think i might like him like him

yourbff: you know what … i think being a wag suits you honestly

user22: feeling like montoya rn

tatemcrae: PAUSE! are you on a date?

ynuser: yes

tatemcrae: CALL ME RN

user25: idk how to bounce back from this ill be fr

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user4: chat we’ve lost her

tatemcrae: i can't believe this

ynuser: neither can i ... honestly i never thought the day would come where i found a partner that was willing to put up with all the craziness that i bring to the table but he's so incredible

tatemcrae: literally could cry rn. i am endlessly happy for you y/n!!! you deserve nothing but happiness

user2: AUSGP YOURE GOING TO THE AUSGP I JUST KNOW IT

lewishamilton: roscoe is wondering where his thank you treats are for making this happen

ynuser: roscoe or you?

lewishamilton: both

ynuser: i'll bring them to the paddock 😉

user19: adding melbourne to my bucket list rn

estebanocon: oh mon ange, we are in soft launch territory now?

ynuser: yes! you said that was ok? 😫😫 i can take it down!!!

estebanocon: yes mon amor! just teasing you 😘

user31: you can't tell me thats not esteban ocon omg

lance_stroll: was wonderful to meet you this evening!

ynuser: it was a pleasure meeting you!!! let's hang out more xxoo

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ynuser: oh but you've got a sports car

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user2: is this supposed to be a soft launch bc you ain't slick girl ik that’s esteban’s car

tatemcrae: while you drive it real far 😉

lando: uhhh hey... while you're here.....

ynuser: good bye lando!

user18: literally sick with jealousy

estebanocon: ❤️

ynuser: 🤍

ynfan1: yup alright im into f1 now too

haasf1team: thanks for joining us y/n! black and red are your colors 😍

ynuser: i think so too

user24: i’d like to thank beyoncé for y/n’s appearance at the ausgp

roscoelovescoco: come to silverstones toos!! i misses yous

ynuser: anything for you my love

user43: i seriously have no one to talk to abt this and im about to crash out

user87: join f1twt and you will

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated!! lmk if you’d like more estie fics- i’ve noticed he doesn’t get a lot of love on here 🫶🏻

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[pucksandpower]

Could’ve Had It All

Pierre Gasly x social media manager!Reader

Summary: Pierre Gasly has taken a lot from Esteban Ocon over the years … but losing you to him before Esteban ever even really had a chance to have you hurts the most

Based on this request (I wasn’t going to post this yet, but with the news that came out earlier some angst felt fitting)

Esteban makes his way down the narrow hallway of the Alpine motorhome, his heart pounding in his chest. This is it — he’s finally going to confess his feelings for you. He’s had a crush on you for years, ever since you started working with the team. Your sharp wit, radiant smile, and passion for the sport have captivated him from day one.

As he approaches your office door, he hears a strange noise coming from inside. It sounds like ... moaning? Esteban freezes, his brow furrowing in confusion. What’s going on in there? Against his better judgment, he reaches for the door handle and pushes the door open without knocking.

The sight that greets him makes his heart stop. There you are, pressed up against the wall, your fingers tangled in Pierre Gasly’s messy waves as he trails heated kisses down your neck.

Pierre, his teammate ... his rival ...

“What the hell?” Esteban blurts out before he can stop himself.

You and Pierre break apart instantly, faces flushed with embarrassment and ... something else. Desire? Esteban feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

“Estie!” You exclaim, hastily smoothing down your rumpled clothing. “I ... we ...”

“You two are ...” Esteban can barely get the words out, his mouth suddenly dry.

Pierre straightens up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. There’s a defiant glint in his eyes as he slips an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Yeah, we are.”

Esteban’s world comes crashing down around him. All this time, he’d been harboring these feelings for you, dreaming of the day he might finally work up the courage to tell you how he felt. And now, to discover that you’re already taken ... and by his own teammate, no less.

“How long has this been going on?” He demands, his voice thick with emotion.

You bite your lip, unable to meet his gaze. “A few months.”

“A few months?” Esteban can’t believe what he’s hearing. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“It’s not like that, Esteban,” Pierre interjects, his tone stern. “We didn’t mean for this to happen, it just ... did.”

“Sure, mate. Whatever you say.” Esteban shakes his head in disbelief. He can’t bear to look at the two of you, so intimately entwined. It’s like a knife twisting in his heart.

“Estie, please ...” you begin, taking a step towards him. But he holds up a hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“Don’t,” he says, his voice strained. “Just ... don’t.”

With that, he turns on his heel and storms out of the office, slamming the door behind him. He needs to get out of here, needs to clear his head before he does or says something he’ll regret.

As he stalks through the paddock, Esteban’s mind is a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal ... they all swirl together in a toxic mix that threatens to overwhelm him. How could you do this to him? And with Pierre, of all people?

He finds himself wandering aimlessly, his feet carrying him to the Alpine garage without conscious thought. Maybe some mindless work will help take his mind off this mess, at least for a little while.

But as he approaches the garage, he hears a familiar voice calling out to him.

“Esteban! There you are.”

It’s Pierre, jogging to catch up with him. Esteban grits his teeth, steeling himself for the confrontation he knows is coming.

“What do you want?” He snaps, turning to face his teammate.

Pierre holds up his hands in a placating gesture. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in. But you have to understand, what’s happening between me and Y/N ... it’s real, yeah? It’s not just some fling.”

“Oh, spare me the bullshit,” Esteban scoffs. “You’re sleeping with the social media manager, Pierre. How do you think that looks for the team?”

“It’s not just about sex,” Pierre insists, his brow furrowing. “I really care about her. More than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time.”

Esteban laughs bitterly. “Right, and I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Believe what you want,” Pierre retorts, his jaw tightening. “But don’t act like you’re some victim in all this. We both know how you feel about her.”

Esteban tenses, hating how transparent his feelings for you have apparently been. “That’s got nothing to do with this.”

“Doesn’t it?” Pierre challenges. “Face it, you’re jealous. You’ve had your eye on her for ages, and now that she’s with me, you can’t handle it.”

“You’re delusional,” Esteban spits, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

Pierre shakes his head, looking almost ... pitying? “Keep telling yourself that, mate. But the truth is, you had your chance with her. And you blew it.”

Those words hit Esteban like a physical blow. Because deep down, he knows Pierre is right. He had been too cowardly, too afraid of ruining your professional relationship to ever make a move.

And now, it’s too late.

“Just ... leave me alone, Pierre,” Esteban mutters, turning away. He can’t bear to look at his teammate’s smug face a second longer.

As he retreats into the garage, Esteban feels a profound sense of loss settle over him. He’s lost you, the woman he’s been pining after for years, to his own teammate and rival. How is he supposed to move on from that? How is he supposed to work alongside you and Pierre every day, knowing what he knows?

The rest of the race weekend passes by in a blur of forced smiles and awkward silences. Esteban does his best to avoid the two of you, throwing himself into his work as a distraction. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t escape the ache in his heart whenever he sees you both together.

Finally, as the chequered flag waves and the race comes to an end, Esteban allows himself a moment of respite. He sinks down onto a crate in the garage, burying his face in his hands as the weight of his heartbreak threatens to crush him.

“Estie?”

Your soft voice cuts through the chaos around him, and he tenses. Of course you would seek him out now, when he’s at his most vulnerable. He lifts his head, meeting your concerned gaze.

“What do you want?” He asks, his voice dull and lifeless.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I ... I just wanted to talk to you. About what happened.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Esteban shrugs, feigning indifference. “You’re with Pierre now. End of story.”

“It’s not that simple,” you protest, taking a step closer. “You’re one of my closest friends. I never wanted to hurt you.”

He laughs humorlessly. “Well, you did a bang-up job of that, didn’t you?”

You flinch at his harsh words, and Esteban immediately feels a pang of regret. This isn’t your fault, not really. You can’t help how you feel, just like he can’t.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, your eyes shining with unshed tears. “I never meant for any of this to happen. But ... Pierre makes me happy. In a way I haven’t felt in a long time.”

Esteban’s throat tightens at your words. Of course Pierre makes you happy. Stupidly handsome, charming Pierre with his easy smiles and effortless charisma. How could Esteban ever hope to compete with that?

“I’m glad he makes you happy,” Esteban manages to choke out, even as the words feel like shards of glass in his throat. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

Your face softens, and you reach out to place a gentle hand on his arm. “You’ll find someone, Estie. Someone who makes you just as happy as Pierre makes me. I know it.”

Esteban wants to believe you, he really does. But in this moment, with his heart shattered into a million pieces, it’s hard to envision a future where he’s anything but hopelessly alone.

Still, he manages a weak smile for your sake. “Yeah, maybe someday.”

You return the smile, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze before stepping back. “I should go find Pierre.”

The words are like a knife to Esteban’s battered heart, but he bites back the anguished retort that rises to his lips. This is your choice, your happiness. As much as it destroys him, he has to respect that.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

With one last lingering look, you turn and make your way across the garage, disappearing into the crowd. Esteban watches you go, mourning the future he had allowed himself to dream of — a future where you were his and his alone.

But that future is gone now before it ever had a chance to even take root. All that’s left is an aching emptiness where his heart used to be. Esteban closes his eyes, drawing in a shuddering breath as a single tear trails down his cheek.

It’s over. The woman he loves is lost to him forever. And for the first time in his life, Esteban has no idea how to move forward from here. All he can do is pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart, and hope that one day, somehow, they’ll mend.

[silversainz]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lewisvinga]

my mj | esteban ocon x fem! reader

summary; esteban just wants no way home spoilers from his very own mj

fc; zendaya

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

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[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY 26: RESTRAINTS [ESTEBAN OCON X READER]

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

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

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

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

There is, however, one issue.

He's wriggly.

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

The solution to this is restraints.

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

But that couldnt be further from the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lxndonorris]

happy suits you - Esteban Ocon

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Fluff you join Esteban during post-season testing x word count: 1830+ taglist: @game-set-canet @cloud-55 open for requests :)

The 2024 F1 season has been a whirlwind. The races, the travel, the highs and lows—it was all a blur now.

For Esteban Ocon, your boyfriend, this year has ended with an unexpected twist. He had been driving for Alpine, but things hadn't gone as planned. Tensions within the team and a string of unlucky races had left him disheartened. The last few months had been tough, but now, a new chapter awaits him.

Haas F1 Team has come calling, offering him a fresh start for the 2025 season. Esteban signed the contract just a few weeks ago, and now he is getting his first chance to test their car during post-season testing in Abu Dhabi.

You are in his motorhome, seated on the couch with a cup of coffee in your hands, watching him get ready. His excitement is palpable. Esteban was usually calm and composed, but today, he is practically buzzing.

Your eyes are fixed on him as he pulls the crisp, new Haas racing suit from its hanger. The colors—white, black, and red—suit him perfectly, a bold statement of the fresh chapter he is beginning.

You watched him put on a racing suit countless times before, but today, something is different. 

He seems different.

Esteban seems lighter, more excited, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. There is an energy about him, an eagerness that makes the room feel brighter.

As he slips one leg into the suit, then the other, you can't help but admire the way the fabric clings to him. He smoothes it over his thighs with one hand, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His fingers linger, brushing along the material as if he is savoring the feel of something new, something promising.

You smirk, watching him from across the room, amused at how lost in thought he seems. His gaze is distant, but there is a faint glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

Sliding his arms into the sleeves, Esteban adjusts the fit of the snug suit around his shoulders. He gives the fabric along his chest a quick tug, a faint squeeze, smoothing it out before letting his hand drift over the Nomex shirt beneath.

His movements are almost subconscious, a quiet moment of appreciating how it all feels—how right it feels.

He catches you staring then, his lips curving into a sheepish smile. 

"What?" he asks, his voice warm and playful.

"Nothing," you reply, leaning back with a grin. "You just seem... different. Happier."

His smile softens, a flicker of vulnerability in his expression before he zips up the suit in one smooth motion.

"I feel different," he admits, running his hands down the front of the suit one last time. "It's good, though; it feels good."

You smile, enjoying the sight of him standing there, all suited up.

"So," he said, turning to face you with a boyish grin, his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out, "how do I look?"

He strikes a mock superhero pose, radiating confidence. 

You can't help but giggle, the sound filling the cozy space of the motorhome.

"You look amazing," you reply, your voice soft but genuine. "Happy suits you."

Esteban chuckles, the sound warm and infectious. 

"Happy, huh?" 

He extends a hand toward you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You set your coffee down on the small table and place your hand in his. He pulls you to your feet with a gentle yet firm tug, his other arm sliding around your waist as you stumble forward. Your hands instinctively land on his chest, steadying yourself.

"Careful," he murmurs, his voice dropping into a softer tone. He leans in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that is both tender and electrifying. His cologne, a mix of woodsy and citrusy notes, envelopes you, grounding you in the moment.

You melt into his embrace, your arms winding around his neck as he deepens the kiss. His hands rest lightly on your waist, holding you close but not too tightly. It is one of those moments where time seems to stop, where the world outside the motorhome doesn't exist.

As you part from the kiss, your hands linger on his chest, fingers tracing the smooth fabric of his new racing suit. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch, and the warmth radiating from him makes you smile.

Esteban lets out a soft hum, closing his eyes briefly as if savoring the moment.

"You're dangerous, you know," he murmurs playfully, his voice tinged with affection.

"Dangerous?" You tease, raising an eyebrow. "How so?"

"You make it hard for me to leave now," he says, his boyish grin returning as his hands rest gently on your waist.

You chuckle, leaning up to kiss his cheek before stepping back slightly, though your hands still linger on his chest.

"Mind me taking a few pictures? Of you, in your new suit," you ask, your tone light and teasing. "Just for me."

He raises an eyebrow, feigning suspicion.

"Just for you?"

"Just for me," you repeat with a smirk.

Esteban laughs, the sound filling the small space with warmth. 

"Alright," he agrees, stepping back and adjusting his stance. He stands tall, chest puffed out and his hands on his hips, striking a dramatic pose.

"How's this?"

You laugh, reaching for your phone. 

"Perfect. Don't move."

As you snap a few photos, he shifts into different poses—some serious, others utterly ridiculous, making you laugh so hard you have to steady yourself against the table.

"Alright, one more," you say, trying to keep your voice steady through your laughter. "Something genuine this time."

Esteban relaxes, his smile softening into something more natural. He looks directly at you, his dark eyes warm and full of love. You capture the moment, knowing you will cherish it forever.

"Happy now?" he asks, stepping toward you.

"Very," you reply, slipping your arms around his neck as he pulls you close again. "But I think I'll need more pictures later. You know, for the collection."

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Whatever you want, mon amour. Anything for you."

Esteban pulls you closer again, his strong arms encircling your waist as if he can't bear to let you go. His warmth is intoxicating, his scent and presence wrapping around you like a blanket. 

Your hands slide to the zipper of his racing suit, slowly pulling it down just enough to slip your hand inside.

Your fingers brush against the smooth, fireproof Nomex shirt beneath, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric. His chest is firm, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your palm. 

You trace slow, deliberate circles, savoring the way his muscles shift under your touch.

He exhales softly, leaning into the moment, his eyes fluttering shut. A faint hum of contentment escapes his lips, the sound sending a wave of warmth through you.

And then, the sharp trill of his phone alarm breaks the spell.

His eyes open, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face as he sighs.

"Time to go," he murmurs, reluctant to move.

You step back, your fingers lingering on him for just a moment longer before letting go. 

As he adjusts his suit, zipping it back with a practiced motion, you grab his Haas cap from the counter nearby. 

With a mischievous grin, you plop it onto your head and tilt it at an angle.

Esteban glances over and chuckles, nodding approvingly.

"Looking good," he says, his voice full of warmth as he steps toward you again.

He reaches out, his hand brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. You lean into his touch, your heart swelling at the look in his eyes.

"Happy suits you so well," you say softly again, letting your hand slide into his hair, the dark strands silky beneath your fingers. From there, you trail your touch down his face, your fingertips grazing the roughness of his stubble.

"I missed your smile," you add, your voice barely above a whisper.

His cheeks flush a soft pink, the color blooming across his skin as you remove the cap from your head and place it onto his. You adjust it carefully, letting your fingers linger just a moment longer.

He grins, his boyish charm shining through.

"I don't deserve you," he says, his tone light but laced with sincerity.

"You deserve so much more," you reply without hesitation, straightening the brim of his cap.

His gaze softens, and for a moment, the bustling world outside the motorhome feels distant. But the sound of voices and movement outside reminds you both that the day's responsibilities can't wait much longer.

Together, you exit the motorhome.

You walk hand in hand toward the Haas garage, the soft buzz of the paddock growing louder with every step. The air is thick with the distinct scent of fuel, rubber, and anticipation. 

Esteban seems to come alive as you enter the space, his presence commanding yet easygoing.

His new team is already smitten with him. He laughs and jokes with the mechanics, playfully jabbing at one of them for a comment about his height and sharing a chuckle with his race engineer over the new car's quirks.

Watching him like this—confident, relaxed, and truly himself—brings a smile to your face.

You linger at the edge of the garage, soaking it all in. 

This is his world, his element, and it is a privilege to witness. 

Your eyes meet across the space as he tugs on his gloves, his face glowing with excitement. Your chest warms with pride; this is the Esteban you love—passionate, driven, and utterly captivating.

As he finishes adjusting his gloves, he strides over to you, his expression softening into something more intimate. Without hesitation, he takes your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"Ready?" you ask, though you already know the answer.

"Always," he replies, his voice steady.

You let your free hand glide across his chest one last time, feeling the reassuring firmness beneath the suit.

"Show them what you've got," you say, your voice filled with quiet encouragement.

His eyes sparkle, and he leans in to kiss your temple, the gesture tender and grounding.

"For you," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

And then he pulls away, heading toward the car with a newfound determination. You watch as he slips on his balaclava, the snug fabric framing his face before he reaches for his helmet. 

He gives you a quick glance and a subtle nod before putting it on, the visor snapping into place.

With practiced precision, Esteban climbs into the car, his movements fluid and sure. The crew bustles around him, making last-minute checks as the engine roars to life. 

You stay rooted in place, watching as he adjusts himself in the cockpit, his focus laser-sharp.

And then, with one last look my way, he is off, the car rolling down the pit lane and out onto the track.

[chilling-seavey]

Even Out of View (pg10, eo31)

↳ A/N I took so much creative freedom with this request from my 1.5k celebration, straying quite far from the modern-vibes song, but once I get a WW1 idea in my head, I can't say no. (Plus shoutout to my girl @starlightiing for not only submitting this request but also helping me to broaden my writing to include different interests, such as undertones of cardiophilia iykyk lolol)

↳ Inspired By: 'Beating Heart Baby' by Head Automatica

↳ Pairings: WW1!FrenchArmy!Pierre x WW1!WarCriminal!Esteban

↳ Word Count: 1824

↳ Warnings: Active historical war setting, some minor descriptions of heart related things, military crimes and their historically accurate punishments, descriptions of execution

Pierre’s footfalls echoed through the abandoned house as he ascended the rickety staircase to the second storey. His muddy boots thudded across the creaking hardwood floors with each step, his rucksack clanking ungracefully against the walls of the narrow upstairs hallway in his rush, past lived-in rooms with their furniture and once-loved belongings coated in layers of dust and gunpowder. All he could hear was his breathing, echoing in his mind, the thudding of his heart and the rush of blood loud in his ears.

He reached the door at the end of the cramped hallway in no time, the bullet holes in the wood overlooked by him in the world that had long since numbed him to the shock of war. Thrusting it open with an unattractive creak, Pierre was met by the sight of a tiny bedroom with a lanky figure sitting on the side of a single bed that was clearly built for a small child. The juxtaposition was a cruel mirth: a reminder of where they came from and the way war ripped their childhoods out of their hands far too soon.

The commotion of Pierre’s entrance had Esteban slowly turning his head to see who entered, keeping his hands folded with his forearms resting on his knees. His face stayed stagnant, pale, even when he noticed who it was. The sight of his expression sent a chill down Pierre’s spine.

“Este-” Pierre’s dry voice caught in his throat and he cleared it quickly before rushing closer, slinging his rifle from his shoulder to let it clatter to the grimy floorboards. In one smooth motion, Pierre helped himself to the side of the small bed beside his friend, his wide blue eyes dead focused on Esteban’s stone expression.

Esteban hung his head, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Esteban, how could you?” Pierre spoke as gently as he could, resting a firm hand on his forearm. He squeezed.

“Go away.” Esteban replied firmly, although his volume was quiet.

Pierre’s concerned expression faltered for a moment, eyes jumping all over Esteban’s face before he answered, “No, why would you want me to go away? In a moment like this?”

Esteban unclasped his fingers and shoved Pierre’s hand off his arm, “I am to be shot at dawn, Pierre, I don’t particularly want to sit here with you and make small talk. I want to be alone.”

Pierre swallowed thickly at his comrade’s bluntness and he turned his body to face forward too so they were sat perfectly parallel, side by side on the little bed with blue gingham sheets. Silence rested heavily on the dust coated room and the soldiers’ shoulders. Across from them, the ripped wallpaper was tacked with a few children’s drawings – or, at least the few drawings that weren’t shot to smithereens – and many of them housed colourful scribbles of stick figure men amongst red, white, and blue. Messy juvenile printing scrawled ‘Vive la France’ and ‘Pour le drapeau! Pour la victoire!’ on the parchment above the subjects.

The nationalistic phrases written proudly by the hand of a likely now deceased French child stared tauntingly back at the two of them.

Long Live France

For the Flag! For Victory!

None of this felt like they were heading towards victory.

Pierre’s shoulders sank, glancing around the abandoned bedroom of some unnamed child. They were supposed to be fighting for the children of France, for their future, for their country, and now, with the world in peril, Esteban was now to be treated as the enemy by his own people.

Despite Esteban’s firm request to be left alone, Pierre spoke up quietly, alerting him gently as if he were a grenade about to go off, “I can’t leave you. I’m your night watch.”

Esteban looked over at him again, eyebrows furrowed, words thick with angst, “Why are you my night watch?”

“I offered…I asked the Lieutenant.” Pierre answered, “I just…I needed to see you.”

He swallowed thickly, blinking back the dampness in his eyes that came with the weight of their hellish reality. He wanted to say more to him: to say that he was worried sick about him when he didn’t return to the trenches a fortnight ago, to say that when he heard he was captured by the military police and was to be tried for desertion Pierre first felt relief, to say that after such a short lifetime together he couldn’t stomach the idea of living without him…of going back out there to the battlefields without him.

But, instead, the silence spoke enough. Esteban simply nodded once.

What else was there to say when he was to be facing his execution in less than twelve hours?

If it were anyone sent to keep an eye on him over night, he was damn glad it was Pierre.

As if that thought physically pained him, Esteban rested his elbows on his knees again and hid his face in his grimy hands. His blue uniform jacket was caked in mud until it looked almost brown and the sweat and blood of the enemy that he was drenched it flattened his midnight black hair across his forehead. Pierre didn't look much better.

Pierre just stared at him like that, wanting to ask so many questions and say so many things.

“I know you don’t want anything to do with me,” Pierre stumbled out, “but, can you let me in your arms just for tonight?”

When Esteban lifted his face from his hands, his mud-stained cheeks were streaked in tears.

He nodded.

Pierre’s heart leapt in his chest at the unexpected agreement and he hurried to shuffle off his rucksack and his utility belt to drop them to the floor before Esteban could change his mind. The tiny metal bed creaked and groaned under the two grown men as they arranged themselves in a hesitant mess of uniformed limbs.

Always the braver, bolder, more assertive of the two, Esteban cuddled up under Pierre’s arm like a weak child. Branded as a coward and a traitor to his country Esteban had just wanted a break. A break from the war, the cries of agony, the death. Here, now, in this abandoned house in the French countryside, in the country they were raised in together, they finally felt a moment of peace for the first time in a long time.

Pierre’s chest shuttered through his calming inhale as he familiarized himself with their newfound position, chest to chest with Esteban, his arms wrapped around his taller comrade. He could feel his rapid heartbeat against his own, the two of them a frantic mess of anxiety and unspoken uncertainties. In a world of darkness and fear and death, the feeling of Esteban’s heartbeat was a reminder of life, of love, of hope.

The two of them kept their eyes screwed shut as if silently willing themselves to be taken back to their childhood town on the beach where summers were joyful and the air was filled with laughter and they raced each other on their bicycles down cobblestone streets. Just like those summer days, their hearts beat firmly in steady time, rapid from exertion and the good company of familiarity.

As the sun set below the horizon to the distant sound of cannons and shells and gunfire, the two men stayed tangled together on that little blue bed. Their heartrates slowed as they held each other, finding a calming rhythm against each other beat by beat. Everything was uncertain – life was uncertain – but them always finding each other? That was always certain.

“In spite of all this, I still love all of you.” Pierre breathed into the night, trying to keep his voice from shaking with subconscious awareness of what the morning would hold, “I do…and I always will.”

Esteban’s hand tightened on the back of Pierre’s matching blue uniform jacket. His heart skipped a beat.

In the morning, they were woken by the officer in charge and two assisting men. Esteban was firmly yanked out of bed by the men of his same rank, each with a stone-like grip on his biceps as they nearly dragged him down the narrow hallway and towards the stairs. Pierre barely had a chance to grab his belongings before he was rushing after them, boots pounding down the flimsy staircase and out into the damp spring morning. It was so cold he could see his panting breath.

He wanted to call out for Esteban as the men let go of him outside of the abandoned house they had slept in that night, letting him fall clumsily to his hands and knees.

“On your feet, Private.” The commanding officer ordered, standing in front of a line of eleven soldiers all armed with their rifles.

As Esteban brought himself to his feet on trembling legs, he looked over at Pierre only a yard away. The officer followed his gaze.

With a cock of his head, the officer called out to Pierre next, “Over here, Gasly, open your rifle.”

Esteban and Pierre both looked at the officer as if he were completely out of his mind.

“Sir-” Pierre started as calmly as he could muster, trying to decline the order.

“We need a dozen men, Private, don’t make me ask again.”

If he argued, he would be put up there against the wall with him, he knew. With a curt nod to his superior, Pierre joined the lineup.

He was supplied three bullets to load into his empty rifle and he loaded it with trembling fingers before clicking his weapon back into place. His red rimmed blue eyes rose to Esteban’s figure standing in front of the stone wall of the house in which they shared their last night together. Out of everyone in that lineup, Esteban’s gaze was locked solely on Pierre.

Esteban was offered a blindfold. He declined.

On the order, the firing squad raised their rifles. Twelve rifles pointed at Esteban.

Pierre had killed a lot of men since the start of the war. He had more blood on his hands than in his body, one might argue. Killing Germans was easy. But this?

Pierre could hardly hear over the ringing in his ears, the rapid thump, thump, thump of his heart enough to drown out the officer’s pitch for Esteban’s final words.

Through the deafening noise, he barely heard Esteban’s voice cutting across the misty spring dawn, words off-set from the movement of his mouth as Pierre stared at him, “I defend France with honour and glory.”

Esteban’s dark eyes never wavered from Pierre’s baby blues, staring at him right through the rifle that was pointed directly at him. He raised his hand to set over his heart, a silent reminder of the rhythm they shared so closely the night before and all those years back home. Pierre swallowed the lump in his throat.

Finally, the commanding officer gave his order, “Fire at will, gentlemen.”

Pierre shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.

"You want nothing to do with me, I don't know what to do with you, Cause you don't know what you do to me. Baby is this love for real? Let me in your arms to feel The beating of your heart, baby."

[whatifitis]

♡ All The Stars Aligned - EO 31 ♡

Summary: Esteban is a huge fan of yours, so when he finds out he's going to a premiere for your new movie, he nearly shits himself.

Author's note: This was based on this request and I won't lie, I had quite a bit of fun writing this. I hope y'all like it! <3

WC: 2k+ some insta posts

CW: fangirl esteban, fluff, masterminding, pierre slapping the back of estebans head :)

The planets and the stars aligned, allowing Esteban to be in the same room, at the same time as you. 

It was no secret that Esteban has had a massive crush on you, having watched everything you’ve ever been in and gone through every piece of media you’ve ever participated in - even voicing his crush for you on several occasions. Practically everyone knew of his crush on you, you’d even seen some of the things he’d say about you, flattering you and making your cheeks flush. 

When his colleague, and friend, Charles Leclerc found out he was invited to the premiere, Charles knew he had to invite Esteban, and Pierre could come along as well. 

Esteban's reaction was priceless when he found out he was going to be in the same room as you. His scream could be heard from across the paddock. Charles made sure to record his reaction to show you at some point, if he is able to make a move or two on you at the premiere. 

Esteban knew he had to make a good first impression and come up with a plan on how he would make his move. Most people played checkers, but he was playing chess. He’s gonna lay all the groundwork and then just like clockwork, the dominos will cascade in a line. 

Now, Esteban had a few ideas on how he could impress you, but which one will be the best route? He could either pretend he doesn’t know you and play it cool, but that would be impossible considering the whole world knows about his crush on you. 

After some deliberation with Pierre and Charles, Esteban settles on what he calls “The plan of all plans that will put all the other plans to shame”, it’s a long title and he is well aware but who cares, he’s gonna be in the same room as his celebrity crush, no one would be chill if they were in his shoes right now. 

The plan is simple really, in one of the films you starred in, you and your love interest communicated via handwritten signs on paper. Kind of like the ‘You Belong With Me’ music video by Taylor Swift. Esteban came up with the idea because it is his favorite film ever and he thought it’d be a cute way to get your attention. Now, as for what he was gonna write on said piece of paper? He had no clue. He knew he was gonna carry at least two pieces of paper, one with an initial message and another with his phone number. 

After much deliberation with himself, Esteban decided on a quote from a book he had read a long time ago. He wasn’t sure if you would understand the reference but he thought it would be cute regardless. 

Now, the amount of paper he went through, trying to make the sign look as perfect as he can, is not important information. Just know he went through hell trying to make everything perfect. 

Esteban stood back for a moment to admire his work. A white piece of paper with the words ‘No matter the weather, I want to be with you’. If this fails, Esteban will never face the world again. Ok, that’s a bit of a stretch but he would be very devastated. 

The day of the premiere, the boys were in their hotel room getting ready, watching as Esteban nearly had a mental breakdown. 

“Non, non, non, non.” Pierre and Charles hear coming from the restroom. They watch as Esteban comes racing out in only a pair of underwear, holding his dress shirt on a hanger. “I’ve steamed AND ironed this shirt and there’s still a fucking wrinkle on this fucking FUCK.” Esteban just screams. 

Sharing a look of concern with each other, Pierre and Charles walk up to their friend to see if they can get rid of the wrinkle that he supposedly can’t get rid of on his shirt. 

There’s no wrinkle, “Mate,” Pierre begins, putting a hand on Esteban’s shoulder, “There is no wrinkle. The shirt has no wrinkles.”

“Yes, it does! It’s right there.” Esteban exclaims, pointing at a wrinkle free spot on the shirt.

With a sigh, Charles takes the shirt from Esteban’s hand and tells him, “I’ll take care of the shirt, you finish getting ready. We need to be out the door in an hour.” “An hour?! Oh mon dieu. I still need to iron my pants and don’t even get me started on my hair.” Esteban says, rummaging through his suitcase, looking for god knows what. 

Charles grabs Esteban’s pants and shirt with him into the restroom to iron and/or steam them. Meanwhile Pierre did the best he could in aiding Esteban whilst having a drink or two. 

After a very chaotic hour of Hurricane Esteban, the boys were already walking out the door, making their way to the theater for the premiere. Of course, Esteban was still losing his head, asking the boys a million questions such as, “Did I bring the papers?” Oui, “Do I have my watch on?” Oui, “Do we have the correct location for the theater?” Oui, “Do we-”

“Esteban!” Pierre shouts, “Shut up before I knock you out so hard, you won’t make it to the premiere.” giving the fakest smile known to man. This very quickly got Esteban to keep quiet. 

By the time the boys arrive at the red carpet, Esteban is practically shaking in his boots. He’s scanning the crowd over and over again, listening to everything and anything to get a sign as to where you are. 

“Mate, I think we’ll know when she arrives. I think we will go deaf.” Charles reassures Esteban. 

Esteban looks at his friend and realizes, maybe he can take a breather for now. He can try and calm his nerves before your arrival. 

The boys felt so out of place and lost, they decided to stay in one spot until they found you. That plan didn’t work in their favor though, after about 5 minutes, a crew member for the premiere came up and told the boys to move so that the photographers didn’t have any obstructions in the photos. So they moved to another section of the red carpet, standing in place until they were told once again to move because some dancers would be coming by to do a performance. After being told to move about 8 times, the boys finally found a spot to settle into. 

Esteban took this as a sign that he could finally begin to calm down and relax. They have a nice, safe spot now, one where it would be easy to spot you upon your arrival. Of course, this moment of calming didn’t last long. 

As soon as the crowd of fans started screaming their lungs out, Esteban joined in as well, even though he still hadn’t caught sight of you yet. Charles and Pierre had to cover their ears, hoping they wouldn’t lose their hearing at this moment. 

Esteban had still been screaming for a minute straight before Pierre wrapped his hand around Esteban’s mouth, trying to calm him down, and keep him from embarrassing Charles and himself. Once Esteban had calmed down, he licked Pierres hand. 

“Putain de salope.” Pierre grimaced, shaking his hand as if trying to flick off the spit, “Pourquoi?”

“You were gonna embarrass me! If Y/n saw you covering my mouth with your hand, who knows what she would’ve thought?!” Esteban said, throwing his hands in the air. 

Pierre just stared blankly at Esteban, “I would’ve embarrassed you? Okay, mister. You were screaming your head off like a fucking goat. I just saved your ass.”

“Whatever, now, where is she?” Esteban stands on his toes, as if he isn’t the tallest fucker there. 

In the midst of forcing and faking smiles, your eyes met his through the crowd. 

Putain de merde, thought Esteban. You looked absolutely ethereal in person. You were adorned in a pastel, tulle dress. Pink, green, and blue layers of fabric flow down your body, your torso wrapped by a corset of lace.

He could not stop staring at you, completely enamored by you. 

In the blink of an eye, your silhouette started to make its way to him. 

Remember that plan Esteban had? The one with the pieces of paper with a quote and his phone number? Yeah, he didn’t remember. He was too starstruck to even remember his own name. 

“Hi, you’re Esteban, right? I’m Y/n.” you state. 

“I-, ye- eug- I-” is all Esteban could get out, that is until Pierre smacked the back of his head and ran off into the crowd, followed by Charles as he did not want to be left standing next to a stuttering Esteban. “Hi, yeah. My name is Esteban. How are you?”. There was no hiding his heart eyes from you. It was so painfully obvious, written all over his face. 

“I’m okay, kind of nervous, I’ll be honest. How about you? How are you finding this chaos?”

“It’s really interesting, actually. This is my first time doing something like this so I’m enjoying the show.” he says, giving you the cheesiest smile ever. It was quite cute actually. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Just before you go to continue the conversation with Esteban, you get called away by your manager, needing you to complete some interviews before heading into the theater for the screening of your new movie.

“Shit, I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll see you later though?” you ask, watching as Esteban nods his head in approval. As you pick up the skirt of your dress, turning to walk away, Esteban asks “How did you know who I was? How did you know my name?” 

Without a word, you simply wink at him and make your way to your manager across the carpet. 

Absolutely stunned, Esteban turns around to ask his friends if he just imagined that whole interaction, only to find no one around him. Where the fuck did they go?

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entertainmenttonight Y/n L/n stuns in new (i have no clue who created this dress, couldn’t find the creator)’s dress, as she is welcomed by a warm crowd upon her arrival at the premiere of her new movie.

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User98 Did yall see y/n and esteban ocon together? 👀

↳User04 My worlds are colliding if that’s true

↳User77 who’s esteban ocon?

↳User32 he’s a f1 driver and he currently drives for the team Alpine!

User47 Y/n could hit me with her car and i’d say thank you

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It was nearing time for the boys to head into their assigned room in the theater to watch the film and Esteban was growing anxious by the minute. He really wanted to be seated soon so he didn’t miss a moment of the film, but he couldn’t find his dumbass friends. 

After a few minutes of calling and texting them, receiving no reply, Esteban decided to just leave the boys wherever they were and he made his way inside the theater. 

On his walk to the correct theater room, Esteban couldn’t believe his eyes. The whole time he was freaking out about finding his friends, they were by the food tables the whole time?! Eating chocolate from a fountain?!

“Hey! Where the fuck did you guys go? And why are you eating chocolate without me?” Esteban questioned, mainly upset about the chocolate. 

With a mouth full of chocolate covered snacks, Charles explained “We didn’t want to be caught in the whirlwind of awkwardness that you were exhibiting. And then we found the fountain.”

Esteban just shook his head in disbelief, the utter betrayal he was feeling at the moment. He just took one last look at them before telling them to clean up so they could go sit in their seats. 

When the boys made it to their seats, the screening was about to begin. They watched as the director of the film walked before the screen, only to realize which room they were in. They were gonna be watching the film with the cast and crew?! They all exchanged some looks of disbelief and wondered if perhaps they had walked into the wrong room. Upon inspection of their tickets, they were indeed in the correct room. But how?

After a quick Q&A with the cast and the director, the film began and through the entirety of it, Esteban was captivated. He couldn’t even pay attention to the plot and the story running in front of him. Instead, he was captivated by you, the way your features would illuminate the entire room. His eyes were glued to your figure, always waiting for the next scene that would solely focus on you - you being the only thing that he wants to see for the rest of the night. 

As soon as the film ended, the room erupted in applause and cheers for you and the cast. You and your colleagues stand and bow, thanking the audience for everything and applauding the crew members who helped the film become what it was. 

As the applause and cheers continue, you turn, scanning the room for Esteban. Once you’ve spotted him, you watch as he claps and shouts loudly with a smile plastered across his face. You take it as a chance to blow him a kiss. He all but falls to the floor, needing Pierre and Charles to catch him and hold him up. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. This man is the funniest and sweetest person you’ve known, and you can’t wait to see him afterwards. 

As everyone leaves the theater, the boys slowly walk about, listening to Esteban rave about the film and how you were so beautiful and talented and smart. He was even gushing about the moment you blew him a kiss. 

“To me! She blew a kiss to me! Can you believe that?” he asks, pointing to himself and squealing like a kid in a candy shop. 

Just as they're about to leave. Esteban feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and is surprised to find you standing there. 

“Hey, how’d you find the film?” you ask.

“I really enjoyed it. You were amazing, of course. Probably the best part of the film in my opinion. 

You softly laugh, “Quite the flatterer you are.”

“I try” Esteban shrugs, “ehm, I won’t lie. When I found out I was going to be here and that I might get a chance to meet you, I sort of came up with a plan on how I was going to impress you and such. It didn’t really go to plan, “ you both laugh, “I had this plan where I was going to hold up a piece of paper, like as a reference to one of your movies, and then I had another paper with my phone number on it, where I asked you on a date.”

“Can I see the paper?” you ask, genuinely curious as to what it says. 

You watch as Esteban reaches into his suit pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper and hands it to you. As you unfold the paper, your eyes widen when you read the words. 

“Oh my god! This is a quote from my favorite book, how did you know?” you look up at him, shock and surprise drawn all over your face. 

“What? It is? I genuinely didn’t know. I wrote it cause it’s from a book I read and I thought it was cute.”

You smile at his words, pocketing the paper for yourself. 

“Well, I guess I have to be honest too. I was the one who orchestrated our first meeting.”

“Huh?” Esteban lets out, jaw dropped. 

“I’ve seen the edits and such that fans tag me in, of you talking about me. I then went down a rabbit hole of videos and stalking your instagram. I thought you were cute and funny and I really wanted to meet you. So, when I found out Charles was already invited to the premiere, I messaged him on instagram, asking if he could bring you with him. He agreed and then I had to make sure you were in the right spot for our meeting, a spot that was the most secluded on the carpet, so we could have an actual conversation. I had my team and some of the crew members keep pushing you boys to different spots of the carpet until you went to where I wanted you guys. I also had them place you in the same theater room as me for the actual preview of the movie.” you confess, feeling your face heat at the confession. What if he thought you were a freak?

“You masterminded me.” was all he said. 

“What?” you question. 

“You masterminded me. You were the one playing chess while I was playing checkers. I was supposed to be the one to mastermind you!”

The both of you stand there in silence before absolutely cackling over the fact that you both tried so hard to get the others' attention. 

The chain reaction of countermoves assessed the equation of the two of you, so you couldn't lose. 

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y/n such an enchanting night under the twinkling stars 🩷

Just wanted to say a quick thank you to the cast and crew who helped make all of this possible and to the fans for showing up and showing out! It was amazing meeting every single one of you and I can’t wait for you all to see the film 

You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time, because I’m a mastermind 😉

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User99 ehm, wtf is up with that last sentence?

Estebanocon was an amazing night and I’m very thankful for our meeting 😌

Charlesleclerc thank you y/n for inviting us, the film was wonderful (sorry about esteban btw)

↳User44 now charles… wdym when you apologize for esteban 🤨

Pierregasly how he pulled you, i have no clue

↳User01 WHAT?!

↳Pierregasly what 🧑‍🦯

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How the current F1 grid acts after going from your friend to lover

Some sections inspired by prompts from @me-writes-prompts

Some are longer than others just depending on how inspired I was, not playing favourites I swear!

Some are angsty, some are fluffy. Some are a lil sexy but they’re all basically just different post friends-to-lovers scenarios. Enjoy!

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#1 Max Verstappen

He relishes in your warm touch against his skin, but he was still so unfamiliar when it happened in front of his friends - even the soft press of your lips against his cheek had his cheeks turning the darkest shade of pink, his next words coming out as stammers. He would be annoyed by the way his friends - your friends - teased him about it but after years of pining - he was just glad he finally got to call you his, your soft giggles filling his ears as he proudly admitted that he was, in fact, a massive simp.

“You’re cute.” You whisper in his ear, laughing when somehow his cheeks darkened even more.

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#2 Logan Sargeant

You could see Logan watching you out of the corner of your eye as the two of you made lunch - you couldn’t help the smile that tugged your mouth. “You’re staring, Logan.” His cheeks flushed, but he approaches you nonetheless - his eyes sparkling. “Can…” He took a deep breath. “May… May I kiss you? Please.” A soft hum left your lips as you looped your arms over his shoulders, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to ask… I’m yours.”

He ducked his head to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to saying that.”

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#3 Daniel Ricciardo

The moment the two of you locked eyes, you burst into laughter - tears rolling down your cheeks as you lent into his hold, his cackles bouncing off of the walls as the people around you exchanged looks. “Did I say something funny?” You tried to explain but you couldn’t get a full sentence out without your own giggles cutting you off.

“Are you guys crazy or what?” Daniel managed to calm his laughter just for a moment - his brown eyes sparkling as he looked at you, his smile morphing from one of humour to one of fondness as you tried to calm yourself, wiping away a tear. Crazy in love, maybe.

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#4 Lando Norris

You were rudely awoken by a repeated clacking against your window - none other than Lando stood down on the ground, smiling up at you when you finally opened up the glass to look down. “What on earth are you doing?” You laughed. “You’re my boyfriend now, we don’t need to sneak around anymore.”

When you let him into your place, his hands were immediately on your hips - pressing a deep kiss to your lips. “I miss sneaking around.” He hummed, somehow hauling you even closer. “But I do have to admit… this is better. Showing off to everyone that you’re mine.”

“Yours, huh?” You purr. “Should make me scream loud enough that my neighbours know too.”

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#10 Pierre Gasly

Your breath catches in your throat as he presses you into the wall - his arms caged either side of your head as the music thumps loud in your ears. The smirk that toys on his lips has your heart pounding in your chest. He pressed his body against yours - the months of pining after you were finally over and he had you exactly where he wanted you. “I know exactly what you’re thinking…”

“Oh? You do?” You tease, letting your hands run up his chest. “And what are you gonna do about that, mon amour?”

His chuckle was dark, a thrill zipped up your spine - and as his eyes locked against yours, you knew you were in for a wild night.

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#14 Fernando Alonso

You couldn’t wrap your head around how often his hands were on you - before it was always just a ghostly hand on the small of your back or a gentle hand on your shoulder but now? He’d haul you onto your lap whenever he got the chance, his large hands finding purchase on your waist. Or he’d sweep you into a kiss in front of large crowds, not caring who was watching - and you couldn’t get enough.

“Nando, if I knew you were going to be like this… I would’ve confessed my feelings for you a whole lot sooner” You laughed, as he had practically run away from his PR agent to sweep you up into a massive hug.

“I don’t know how I managed to keep my hands to myself for all of those years, I’m just glad I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

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#16 Charles Leclerc

As his arms slipped around your middle, chin coming to rest on your shoulder - you felt content. After years of mutual pining, his touch felt more natural than ever. The two of you had always been close and the transitions from friends to lovers was so natural, his touches became more intentional, his hugs lasted longer - his hands lower. You turned in his hold so you could brush your lips together in a longing kiss, his stubbled cheeks in your hands. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, mon chou.” He hummed. “But unlike all the other times? I can show you just how much.” Your laughter was as light as air as he scooped you up into his arms to whisk you to the confines of your bedroom.

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#18 Lance Stroll

Things were still new, fresh, so you decided to keep the nature of your blossoming relationship between the two of you private. But that didn’t stop you from stealing glances at each other across the garage whenever you could, struggling to hold back the smiles. He was brought back down to earth when an engineer nudged a shoulder against his- turning to be met with a teasing, raised brow.

“So, you two..?”

“We’re friends.”

“Just friends?”

He let his gaze fall back to you, unable to help the smile on his face as you gave him a knowing look.

“Yeah, just friends.”

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#20 Kevin Magnussen

Kevin wasn’t huge on PDA, sure - he was more than happy to hold your hand, but for the most part he kept his hands to himself, especially at work. But when it got busy, sardines packed into a small office space for some last minute announcement - he’d always find his way to your side, arm brushed right up against yours. As Ayao addressed the room, he leant in - his voice a whisper. “Fancy a distraction?”

“Depends what you have in mind, Kev.” You whispered back, eyes forward - trying your best to pay attention, but your cheeks instantly heated up as his hand ghosts over your rear.

“You have no idea, søde.”

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#22 Yuki Tsunoda

You’d fallen asleep on Yuki before - he used to freeze up, determined not to move an inch in order not to wake you. But this time, with your head on his chest - hand splayed across his shirt, he simply pulled the blanket off of the back of the sofa and laid it across you both.

He smiled softly as you grumbled and snuggled in closer, allowing him to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head and close his own eyes - just enjoying the weight and warmth of your body on top of his.

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#23 Alex Albon

It was surprisingly warm as the two of you laid on a picnic blanket under the stars, your head rested on his chest - a strong arm tucked underneath you. This was the first real time you’d spent together alone since you’d both finally admitted your feelings and it felt so right. You let your eyes flicker across the stars, a soft gasp passing your lips as you witnessed a shooting star.

“I don’t think Greggs is open this late.”

“How on earth did you know I wished for a sausage roll?”

He chuckled softly. “I know you better than anyone else.”

“Do you though?”

His gaze flickered down to you as you propped your chin up on his chest to look up at him, the smile on his face fond. “Of course I do.”

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#24 Zhou Guanyu

“Open up.”

You opened your mouth, allowing his hand to guide the spoon between your lips - hand cupped beneath your chin to catch any potential dribbles. He watched with eager eyes as you swallowed, the flavours washing over your chin. “Oh my god, that’s delicious.”

“And to think, you doubted me.”

With a playful roll of the eyes, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’ve never cooked anything more than instant ramen in my presence. How was I supposed to know?”

“Cooking is my love language, so get used to it… gonna make sure you’re never hungry.”

“Oh, a boyfriend who’s my own personal chef? I am lucky.”

He grinned at that.

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#31 Esteban Ocon

You wobbled as you fished through the piles of jackets on the bed, trying to fish out your jacket as Esteban leant against the doorframe with a playful smile on his face. “You should just stay here, mon ange.”

A soft whine left your lips. “Estie, I shouldn’t.”

He approached you, his hands wrapping around your middle - pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Stay. I insist… it’s cold out, I’ll keep you warm.”

After a moment of protest, you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. “Okay, you’ve convinced me.”

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#44 Lewis Hamilton

Although you were more than friends, you were still yet to let him put a label on it. Too scared that saying you were more than just two people screwing, would open yourself up to heartbreak.

But it was different this time, his eyes full of want as his fingers brushed across the skin of your jaw. You wanted to be his, you lent in to kiss him but his grip on your face stopped you, a smirk tugging on his lips. “Lew, please.”

“You know exactly what I want, sweetheart.” He whispered, lips brushing lightly over yours. “I need you to say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Lewis. Always… Now, kiss me.”

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#55 Carlos Sainz

It was crowded and loud, shoulders bumping against yours - throat burning from having to shout loud enough for anyone to hear you. You swirled your drink in your glass, chin propped up on your hand as you lent against the bar. Carlos could see the scowl on your face from across the room, so he politely excused himself from his friends to approach you.

“Mi vida.” Somehow you managed to hear his low purr over the music. “You look bored.”

You looked up to him, his brown eyes boring into yours. “So bored.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a deep kiss to your lips - stealing your breath. “We should definitely get out of here? Don’t you think so?”

It was almost comical how fast you nodded, letting him haul you out of the club.

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#63 George Russell

“Stop walking away from me!” He practically yelled, halting you in your tracks - you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You’re my best friend, I just.. I just can’t lose you.”

You scowled. “God, I hate that word.”

“Lose?”

“Friend.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes. “George, we’re not just friends, we’ve not been just friends for a long time…”

He stepped closer, taking your hands away from your face - linking your fingers together by your side. “I know, this is all just so new to me. I care about you endlessly… I want this, us, to work.”

You smiled softly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him softly. “We’ll take it one day at a time, okay?”

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#77 Valtteri Bottas

“You look tired.”

You looked up from your coffee as Valtteri stepped into the room - his mullet messy from sleep as he stepped around the kitchen counter to give you a kiss. The two of you had been roommates for two years, but had recently found yourselves falling comfortably in a relationship - his bedroom long since abandoned.

“I did not know you had the ability to snore that loud, Val.”

He let out a snort of a chuckle. “Well, it wasn’t like I knew that you sleep with a hundred stuffed animals either.”

You giggled, placing your mug on the counter so you could pull him closer. “You wanna go back to your own room?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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#81 Oscar Piastri

“This was a terrible idea.”

Oscar laughed as he stood just ahead of you on the ice - you were holding onto the railing for dear life as you shuffled your skates towards him. He rolled his eyes and effortlessly skated over. “You’ll never get better if you don’t let go. I won’t let you fall.”

With a huff you finally relinquished your grip and made an attempt to skate, for a moment - it feels like you have it, but a second later you’re crashing face first into Oscar’s chest - the two of you falling back onto the ice.

“Oh my god, Osc. I’m so sorry!” You squeaked. “You okay?”

“I got you flowers for our first date and you gave me a concussion, that doesn’t seem like a fair deal.” He teased. “A kiss would make it better.”

With a playful roll of the eyes you lent down to kiss him - definitely a first date to remember.

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A lil bit of everything for everyone! Hope you enjoyed x

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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿mafia au - esteban ocon ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

he met you on a cold night in decemeber. the poor thing at the crosswalk, shivering like a leaf. that coat you wore was not enough to keep you warm. someone must've lied to you about how cold it got in paris during this time of year. one degree celsius was still cold if you didn't wear the right coat.. maybe a hat would help too. so he took off his before the light changed and handed it to you. you looked at him curiously before he gestured for you to take it. you smiled, thanks him and put it on your head. the hat felt expensive, but before you could try and give it back, he was walking briskly across the street with his hands in his jacket. esteban didn't understand why he did that, but in that moment seeing something so sweet turned off all rationally in his brain. he'd have to be careful, he couldn't let too many people get into his head. he assumed he'd never see you again after he bought another hat for the weather, but that was until he found you walking the streets late into the evening. you noticed him and waved like you were friends before you raced over to him.

while he wouldn't accept the hat back, but he'd accept your phone number.

esteban remembered the first time he got to sink his cock into you. it was the night after he told you about his lifestyle. you looked scared at first, but told him in a brave voice that you cared for him. and if he was in the mafia then you'd simply have to be part of his world. that was when he knew he had to have you. to feel your soft curves under his palms, to be close to the woman that accepted him. that even his rotten core could be loved, his massive secret. he took his time with you, to be given such a gift should be taken apart with time and care. tenderness was not something he was afforded. his fingers dragged across your slick cunt, his nose in your hair. his digits sank into your pussy as he marveled at the feeling of it. you were unlike any other woman he had ever been with. how was someone like you not already married? how did you not have a husband or boyfriend? as he fingered you, he recalled your first date where you begged him not to take you to that expensive restaurant but instead the smaller chinese place two blocks over. you looked like you were about to cry, you couldn't have him pay that much for a meal.

he remembered after your dinner at the chinese restaurant, you went home with leftovers for lunch the next day. as if esteban was more than happy to pay your grocery bill for the month. but you seemed happy as could be with the containers in hand. he did drive you home when he found out you took the metro to your date. it was late, people could hurt you. the last thing esteban wanted was for you to get hurt. but now after your deceleration of wanting to stay with him despite his line of work and connections, he thought you were a much stronger woman. he managed to get two orgasms out of you before he thought you were ready to bury his cock in you. he took his time and asked if you were okay. when he got as deep as he could go, he felt excitement in his chest.

he held you delicately as he made love to you. he held you soft hips, feeling the tenderness under his palms. he admired the movement of your breasts and your soft expressions. you loved this, you loved being close to him. and it riled him up. to know that you two were a perfect fit for one another. he moved against you, he drank in the sight of you. your noises were met with his praise as the two of you moved against one another. so beautiful, so perfect for him. your pulse raced for him as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. he wasn't a rough lover despite his choice in careers. he could break a neck if he tried, but with you. he could never hurt you. even if you were such a strong woman, he couldn't harm you. you were his piece of heaven that he'd worship until the earth broke in half.

he moved against you, loving you more than he could anything else. you were what plagued his thoughts as he watched your climax once more. you clung to him tightly, lips pressed together once more. you softly admitted that no one had ever made you cum before, and esteban felt something swell in his chest as he continued to thrust. his beautiful eyes lingered across your body. the most perfect woman he had ever laid eyes on. you were a dream. the pleasure caught up to him. he could feel it fill his brain. he then pulled out to finish all over your stomach, which made you made a delicious noise that esteban promised would be seared into the back of his brain when he was without you. he admired you, marked by him across your stomach. he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek before he went to grab tissues to clean you with. he felt good in a way he hadn't felt in ages.

as he laid next to you, your head on his chest with the sheets pulled up over both of you. he kissed at the top of your head. he wondered what his next move would be. to find someone so willing of his way of life was not easy. he wondered if he should buy you something expensive. maybe that tablet pen you were looking at online or that limited edition sanrio plush that you've been tempted to splurge on but keep talking yourself out of it. you deserved affection in all its forms, and esteban was more than happy to slide his credit card across the table to get finer things.

regardless, some would consider you a mad woman for being so willing to love a member of the family that esteban was part of. to be associated so closely with danger, but as you looked up into his eyes you smiled. and esteban decided in that moment that an engagement ring needed to be ordered. <3

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Microfiber is no longer allowed in the house|| Esteban Ocon x autistic reader

Summary — reader hate the feeling of Microfiber so Esteban bans it from the house

Word count — 502

This was also requested on my old account I’m just reposting it

Y/N was busy tidying up the living room, humming softly as they moved a stack of books from the coffee table to the shelf. Everything was going smoothly until their hand brushed against the dreaded microfiber cloth resting on the arm of the couch. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming—like tiny dry needles against their skin.

They recoiled, dropping the cloth as a shiver ran up their spine. Shaking their hand as if to rid themselves of the memory, they muttered under their breath, “Why does that feel so awful?”

Before they could process further, rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway. Esteban appeared in the doorway, his expression alarmed. “Mon cœur, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice slightly breathless, as if he’d sprinted from the other side of the house.

Y/N blinked, startled by his urgency. “Oh, nothing! I just touched that microfiber cloth, and it felt… funny.” They shuddered, rubbing their fingers against their shirt to chase away the lingering sensation.

Esteban tilted his head, concern lingering in his dark eyes. “Funny how? Did it hurt you?”

Y/N shook their head quickly, feeling their cheeks warm. “No, no, it didn’t hurt. It’s just—it’s hard to explain. It’s like… slimy plastic, but dry. I hate the texture. It’s just gross.”

For a moment, Esteban stared at them, his face unreadable. Then, to their surprise, his lips curved into a soft, understanding smile. “That’s it?”

“Hey, it’s not funny!” Y/N protested, crossing their arms as heat rose to their face.

“I’m not laughing at you,” Esteban said, stepping closer. He reached out and gently took their hand, his thumb brushing over their knuckles. “I just wasn’t expecting that to be the problem. I thought you were hurt.”

Y/N sighed, feeling both sheepish and a little touched by his reaction. “I’m fine, really. It just caught me off guard. But seriously, microfiber? Who thought that was a good idea?”

Esteban chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a wave of comfort through them. “Noted. Microfiber is officially banned from this house.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“I’m serious,” Esteban interrupted, his tone light but determined. “Anything that bothers you, I’ll handle. No microfiber, no problem.

He turned, picked up the offending cloth with two fingers as though it were toxic, and tossed it into the trash can with exaggerated care. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his theatrics.

“You’re ridiculous,” they said, but their voice was soft, filled with affection.

Esteban grinned and leaned down to press a quick kiss to their forehead. “Ridiculous, maybe. But I mean it. You shouldn’t have to deal with things you don’t like if I can help it.”

As Esteban stood there, looking entirely too proud of himself for banning a cloth, Y/N felt a swell of gratitude. It wasn’t just the big gestures that made them love him—it was these little moments, where he made them feel seen and cared for in a way no one else ever had.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Marvel at you|| Esteban Ocon x gender neutral reader

Summary — it’s the off season for formula one and that could only mean one thing a Marvel Movie Marathon with your best friend.

Word count —2346

A/n—let’s ignore how the pictures don’t go together and thank you @checkeredflagggs for editing this for me!

Rain gently splatters against your window when your phone buzzes. A message from Esteban is short and sweet.

Estie Bestie: Marvel Movie Marathon. Your place or mine?

You smile already knowing this text would come. He's punctual about two things: race weekends and movie marathons.

You: My place. You still owe me popcorn for talking during Winter Soldier last year.

Estie Bestie: Rude. I was analyzing the fight choreography.

You: You were yelling “he’s so dramatic” every time Bucky flipped his hair.

Estie Bestie: Still counts. And don’t get me started on the motorcycle scene. How did he pull that off anyway???

You: because he’s Bucky he gets his magical powers from his hair.

Estie Bestie: still doesn’t explain how he did that

You: whatever dork. Just get here I’ll set everything up. Are you bringing the snacks?

Estie Bestie: lol see you soon. And yes I’ll bring the snacks.

You: You’re the best!

An hour later Esteban arrives with snacks somehow both healthy and absurdly specific on themed ones because he’s that person.

“Behold,” he says, presenting his haul like a magician. “Captain America shield cookies. Hulk guac. And,” he holds up a small bowl dramatically, “Mjolnir M&Ms.”

“You ordered customized M&M’s” you ask, already laughing.

“I take traditions seriously.”

He’s dressed in joggers and a soft grey hoodie that’s been washed too many times. It smells faintly like his cologne and somehow like your home, comforting and oddly soothing. You try not to notice the way he flops onto the couch like he’s done it a hundred times before like this is his spot. Like he belongs there.

Maybe it is.

And maybe he does.

The thought of him belonging in your life in any way other than friendship makes you feel a certain way, almost warm and fuzzy inside. He was Esteban, your best friend, someone who knew you better than you knew yourself, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wishing for more.

You weren’t sure how long you were zoned out until Esteban threw a throw pillow at you – hitting you in the face and snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, are you coming or what?” He’s asked, patting the spot on the couch next to him.

Smiling, you walked over to the couch, grabbed a cookie, sat down, and turned on Disney Plus. He's half buried under a blanket, one hand absentmindedly reaching into the popcorn bowl that sits between you. You go to the Marvel section where you were about to throw on a movie – before you had the chance Esteban cuts in with a gentle hand on your wrist.

“Mon Dieu, qu'est-ce que tu crois faire?” He asks with wide eyes, clearly offended.

“Uhh playing a movie,” you respond with confusion laced in your voice.

Esteban gives you a look. “Excuse me? Skipping timeline order is cinematic blasphemy.”

“Oh, so we’re religious about Timeline order now?”

“You don’t mess with the sacred Timeline, everyone knows that,” he deadpans. “Also, I printed out the full list.”

“You what—?”

He hands you a neatly folded paper from his hoodie pocket.

“You’re insane,” you say fondly.

He grins. “And yet you keep inviting me over. Now put on Captain America the First Avenger.”

You pretend not to blush. He pretends not to notice.

Halfway through the movie, the snacks are almost gone and you’re yelling at the TV as if Steve, Bucky, and the Howling Commandos can hear you. It was the train scene where Bucky and Steve get separated from each other and you’re gripping a pillow like it might soften the blow.

“Don’t go near the edge, Bucky!” You shout sitting up straighter. “Come on Steve, you can get to him. Come on grab him.” You shout out in distress.

Next to you, Esteban just laughs, clearly enjoying your distress. “You’ve seen this, like, five times.”

“Which makes it worse!” you fire back. “I know what’s coming and I still think I can stop it if I yell loud enough.”

He grins, tossing a piece of popcorn at you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re heartless.”

“I’m realistic,” he says, smirking as he shifts on the couch to stretch out. His thigh brushes yours under the blanket. You both freeze for the tiniest beat.

Neither of you moves.

The movie continues, but suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of the heat radiating off his leg, the way his arm is just barely pressed against yours. The blanket has started to slip again, and this time he doesn’t hesitate—he reaches over and pulls it up over your shoulders without saying a word.

You glance at him, catching the way his eyes are still focused on the screen, but his jaw is clenched just slightly—like he’s concentrating a little too hard.

“Are you okay?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently rubbing your thumb against his shoulder in a soothing manner.

“Hmm yeah, I’m okay. This part of the movie always gets me,” Esteban says, giving you a small smile, his eyes twinkling in the dim lighting of your living room.

Your heart flutters.

Looking back at the tv you realize that it’s at the part where Steve is sitting in the destroyed bar looking at a picture of him and Bucky. He’d been crying which was understandable because he just lost his best friend for good.

“Yeah I know what you mean losing your best friend is never easy,” you say leaning into him just a little bit. The warmth of his body seeped into yours driving the butterflies in your stomach crazy.

Esteban doesn’t reply right away but you feel the way his body shifts, just slightly like he’s adjusting to your weight leaning into him and welcoming it.

You keep your gaze on the screen but you can feel his eyes flicker to you.

“Have you ever lost anyone like that?” He asks softly, his voice barely louder than the rain tapping against the window.

You pause. Your fingers are still resting lightly on his shoulder, and you realize you’ve been tracing slow, absentminded circles. You don’t stop.

“I have,” you answer after a moment, your voice just as quiet. “Different circumstances…we just kinda drifted apart. We outgrew each other. It happens.”

Esteban nods, and for a second, the movie is just background noise—just soft colors and broken heroes on a screen. What matters is the quiet, shared ache in your living room.

He exhales, almost like he’s been holding his breath. “It’s weird, right? How do these movies hit harder when you’re not expecting it?”

You look back at him with a faint smell on your face “No I don’t think it’s weird. I think it just means that you care.”

His mouth curves into something gentler and you see it in his profile how that tiny smile reaches his eyes. “Guess I do.”

The blanket slips again and this time you both move at the same to fix it. Your hands brush, fingers catching briefly before pulling back. He chuckles, a little awkward and a little shy.

“You're bad at blanket control,” he teases.

“You’re really warm,” you counter by bumping your shoulder against his. “It’s your fault I keep gravitating this way.”

“Oh.” He says mock-serious “So I’m the blanket hazard.”

“Yes,” you laugh. “Exactly that.”

But then neither of you says anything for a long moment. The laughter fades into a silence that isn’t uncomfortable—just charged. He’s looking at you now, really looking. And you… you don’t look away.

The flicker of light from the TV dances over his face highlighting the softness in his eyes, the way they search yours like he wants to say something and isn’t sure if he should.

“I like this,” he says finally. Quiet. Honest.

You swallow. “The movie?”

“No,” he says. His gaze drops to where your hand is still near his. “This. You. Here.”

Your heart feels like it might burst through your chest.

“I like it too,” you whisper.

And when you lean back into him again—this time resting your head on his shoulder—he doesn’t hesitate. He lets his arm fall naturally around you, pulling you just a little closer.

You both sit like that for the rest of the movie, wrapped in blanket warmth and unsaid feelings, hearts beating a little too loud beneath the quiet.

Shortly afterward the credits begin to roll. The music was that of the familiar Marvel hum but neither of you moves to stop it or play another movie. The remote is somewhere on the floor, forgotten. The popcorn bowl is empty, long forgotten so are the other snacks. All that’s left is the hum of the TV, the rain pattering outside, and the slow steady rhythm of Esteban’s breathing beside you.

You haven’t moved from the couch, curled slightly into his side beneath the blanket, your head resting lightly against his shoulder. His arm is still draped along the back of the couch, but at some point—maybe during the scene where Steve is talking to Peggy about that dance just before he crashed the plane, sacrificing himself for the lives of everyone else, or right after—his fingers started to play absentmindedly with the ends of your hair. You’re pretending not to notice.

He’s pretending not to be nervous about it.

“You okay?” He asks after a while, voice soft. The kind of soft that only comes after hours of comfort and laughter and shared silence.

You nod your head and your voice is muffled against his hoodie, “Yeah. Just sad again.”

“You always get quiet after that one.”

“It’s not fair.” You say and you know you sound tired and maybe a little silly, but you keep going. “Steve loses him. And then he loses everything.”

Esteban hums in agreement. “But he finds him again later.”

You lift your head just enough to look at him. “Not really. Not the same version.”

His expression shifts. Something flickers in his eyes—like he understands exactly what you mean.

He exhales slowly. “Still. I think… even broken pieces are better than losing someone completely.”

You blink.

That was deeper than you expected.

He must realize it too because he clears his throat, the tips of his ears turning just a little pink. “Anyway,” he says, glancing away, “we don’t have to watch The Winter Soldier next if you don’t want to. We can skip around. Do something lighter.”

You’re quiet for a second. Then: “I like watching them with you. Even the sad ones.”

He looks back at you then—looks. “Yeah?”

You nod. “It’s kind of our thing now.”

A small smile pulls at his lips. “It is, isn’t it?”

Your head drifts back to his shoulder, slower this time. Intentional.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”

And Esteban—sweet, thoughtful Esteban—turns his face just slightly. You feel the soft brush of his cheek against your hair, and then the lightest kiss pressed to the top of your head.

“Me neither.”

You pretend your heart isn’t doing cartwheels.

You both fall asleep like that—warm, close, wrapped in the soft glow of the screen and each other’s quiet company.

It’s the soft light of the early morning that wakes you. The pale golden sun filtered through the curtains, the room still quiet except for the distant hum of the city waking up.

And…breathing.

Not yours.

Warm and steady and way too close.

You blink slowly still heavy with sleep and you realize you're not on your couch – well you are but you're not alone.

Esteban is there. Close. Closer than you thought was possible.

His arm is draped over your waist, one leg tangled with yours under the blanket. Your head is tucked beneath his chin, pressed to his chest, his hoodie bunched up where your arm is curled around him, your hand underneath his hoodie. That must have happened sometime during the night.

You freeze. Not because it’s bad but because it’s dangerously good. His body is warm, solid, and relaxed as he belongs there like he always has.

You shift slightly testing how trapped you are and that’s when he stirs.

A groggy hum escapes him as he pulls you tighter, his hand instinctively smoothing over your side like he thinks you’re a pillow trying to escape.

You forget how to breathe.

Then he murmurs, half asleep, “Don’t go yet …it’s early.”

Your heart flips. Fully flips.

You stay.

Just for a moment until sleep envelopes you once again.

Eventually, Esteban blinks awake, eyelashes fluttering against your hair. He makes a small sound of confusion when he realizes exactly how close you are. And he goes very still.

“…Morning,” he says cautiously.

“…Morning,” you echo, barely above a whisper.

Neither of you moves.

Neither of you wants to be the first to.

Then he clears his throat, his voice still rough with sleep. “So… I guess we fell asleep. Like this.”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Guess we did.”

He finally lifts his head enough to look down at you, his hair is messy sticking up in all directions and his eyes are soft and unsure.

“I didn’t mean to uh I hope this wasn't weird,” he says quietly.

“It’s not.” You say too fast. Then slower, more honest, “It’s not weird it's nice.”

His mouth quirks into the faintest smile. “Yeah.”

You nod.

And that’s when it hits you – his hand is still resting on your waist. Thumb brushing over the hem of your shirt without even realizing it.

He follows your gaze then pulls it away fast, “Right sorry,” his cheeks flush as he sits up, pushing a hand through his hair.

You miss his warmth immediately.

Sitting up and rubbing your eyes trying to play it cool even as your whole body hums with something unspoken.

Esteban stands stretching. “I uh…I’ll make coffee.”

You nod watching him disappear into the kitchen – hoodie wrinkled, socks mismatched, hair a disaster, and still the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in your living room.

You pull the blanket tighter around yourself and smile softly.

Maybe this is something more.