#marcus armstrong fic

[suzie-shooter]

[sinofwriting]

Break - Marcus Armstrong/Reader/Callum Ilott

Words: 270 Word Prompt: Break

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“I think we should take a break.” The words are quiet and her lips press together after them.

Marcus’ phone falls, hitting the couch and Callum who had been halfway to bringing a glass to his mouth, quickly sets it down.

“You want a break?” Marcus asks, eyebrows pressed together.

“Like a break from Indy? From the apartment? We can still do a little vacation somewhere, it’s far from too late.”

“A break from us.” She says before Callum can say anything.

“You want a break?” Marcus repeats.

She gives a small nod.

He repeats it again and she begins to talk, but he continues. “You want a break? Sweetheart,” and blood rushes to her face at the name. “We can’t leave you for thirty minutes without an I miss you text. Not that I would ever change that. It’s actually very cute. And you’re touching us still.”

Her eyes drop to where her legs are stretched out the floor, her sock covered feet touching theirs. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck.” Marcus chuckles.

Callum reaches down for her and pulls her up off the floor and in between them. “I think you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Her small pout disappears at his words and she gives him a kiss. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to play a prank, like the one Marcus did.” She sends Marcus a playful glare, though her heart still beats a little quicker when thinking of his prank on them.

“Well, I think you’ve settled the score, yeah?”

She gives a small nod. “No more pranks?” She requests, voice quiet.

“No more pranks.” The two agree.

[ummick]

the christmas wrapping challenge - december 22, 2018

[screamingmealz]

screaming meals x reader social media au: let her on screaming meals

screaming meals x reader, kind of marcus armstrong x reader

description: y/n is a friend of marcus and the screaming meals boys and all she wants is to be on the podcast

authors notes: it’s my first ever post! i’m trying out making some social media edits x drivers! i’ve got one more planned which is marcus x reader then after that feel free to send in requests!!

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marcusarmstrong: pay me and i’ll let you on

yourusername: is $1 sufficient?

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yourusername: damn who’s that sexy girl 😍😍you should totally get her on the podcast! im sure that will bring in more male viewers 😉😉

marcusarmstrong: idk who it is! just some crazy fan that came up to me during lunch

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marcusarmstrong: maybe if you start paying for lunch i’ll think about it

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yourusername: wtf the who voted no

marcusarmstrong: me

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jamesharveyblair: i’ll get you on the show don’t worry

yourusername: let me replace marcus as co-host

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screamingmeals Indy Chat with llotty coming soon #TurtleNeckTuesday

catemasettizannini: You look way happier than the others @callum_ilott

yourusername: boooo callum has already been on before, he’s boring!! time for some new guests! 😉😁

fan1: let y/n on!!!

fan2: y/n should be the next guest

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[alexanderossis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: IndyCar RPF, Motorsport RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marcus Armstrong/Clément Novalak, James Harvey Blair/Clément Novalak Characters: Marcus Armstrong, Clément Novalak, James Harvey Blair, Callum Ilott, Angela Cullen Additional Tags: Regret, Whumptober 2024, Screaming Meals Series: Part 7 of Whumptober/Kinktober 2024 Summary:

No matter the location though, the thoughts are the same. He sees Clem when he closes his eyes, thinks about him every waking moment. When he steps in the car he thinks about the times they did that together. When he goes to a bar, he remembers Clem’s favourite order, the bottles they’d shared with James. He listens to Clem’s Wine Corner sometimes, and then the same bottles show up in every grocery store, on every wine list. It’s like he’s haunting him.

-- Whumptober Day 7: Regret (Additional Prompt)

[belles1011]

contrary to what christian luudgaard thinks, you can in fact dress up as a black cat for halloween

(marcus armstrong/conor daly; 5K; explicit)

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After Marcus’ appearance on Conor’s podcast, it’s followed up with an invite to his Halloween Party — but only if Conor wears Marcus’ suggested outfit.

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this image embedded in my mind when i heard the interview on Speed Street, and then @dystini sent this pic for inspo and well... ta daaaaa 😂

title is from this interview with christian and nolan, which just made me giggle very much knowing i'd written this.

[kaiscreamingloaf]

Story in nine stop frames: Clem's obscene moves - cut - Marcus with no jacket, panting and drinking water

[hertwood]

trick or treat!!!!!👻🎃💀

thank u!! 💕💕 More uni lolex coming right up~

Logan beelines to the kitchen, where it's less crowded, where he can grab a drink. Maybe that'll help clear his head. After his second drink, the thought crosses his mind that if he gets sloshed, like properly wasted, he'll have to call Alex. He'll have no choice not to, and Alex would have to come rescue him, and drag him home, and he'd have an excuse to lean on Alex's shoulder the whole way home. He decides to stop drinking after that. He meanders about instead, saying hi to Marcus (very drunk), observing a game of beer pong before it devolves into chaos. When he makes his way to the balcony, the air is fresh and cold and sobering, and the bustling noise of the city is refreshing compared to the suffocating noise inside. Unfortunately, not loud enough for him to not be able to hear his own thoughts.

[i-wish-this-was-me]

Favorite fics part. 3

7. Alex Albon:

We'll take care of you (+GR) (smut)!

Hoodie szn (fluff)

Labyrinth (fluff)

Safe and sound (fluff)

Woah (fluff)

Sorry for the cat (fluff)

8. Arthur Leclerc:

Shut up and get Pt.1; Pt.2; Pt.3 (fluff)

Dim the lights (close your eyes) (fluff)

Keep you warm (fluff)

Him comforting reader (fluff)

9. Mick Schumacher:

More than a handful (fluff)

Diamonds (smut)

Am I clear? (smut)

Merry ruff-mas (smut)

You don't have to be gentle (smut)

I can't get no satisfaction (sweet smut) (no but this is so amazing I'm in love with this fic)

The devil is a fallen angel (fluff)

And When I'm Feeling Alone, You Remind Me Of Home (fluff)

Santa doesn't know you like I do (fluff)

Lego Schumacher (fluff)

"He started it!" (fluff)

10. Daniel Ricciardo:

Brother's best friend (fluff)

Punishment (smut)

Him giving head (smut)

Him taking your virginity (smut)

Something watchful (something jealous) (smut)

Last few pages (smut)

Heat (+MV) (smut)

Face sitting (smut)

Stress reliever (smut)

Nsfw alphabet (smut)

Break the chain (smut) (holy shit this is so good)

"Oh really? Can't breath?" (smut) (damnnn)

No touching (smut) (again.... damnnnn)

Thighs tattoo (smut)

"You missed the good part" (smut)!

First time (sweet smut)

Beard burn (suggestive)

Spoiling (fluff)

Possessive and obsessive (fluff)

Dates (fluff)

Little adventures (fluff)

Naps and cuddles (fluff)

11. Sebastian Vettle:

A professional interview (fluff) (this series is so good, if you didn't read it you need to right now)

Touch my body (smut)

Corruption (teacher!seb) (smut)

Scream! (smut)

Clandestine (smut)

No such thing as I can't (+JB) (smut)

I'd rather take my time (smut)

Something wagered (+JB) (smut)

Kiss kiss bang bang (smut)

Pride & ego (smut)

Something reunited (+MW) (smut)

Reader being insecure about her thighs (suggestive)

Sneaking around with Horner's daughter (suggestive)

Back home (a little bit suggestive)

Stay with me (fluff)

Sugar daddy (smut and fluff)

Look at her (fluff)

A man after midnight (fluff)

Dilf (fluff)

12. George Russle:

All of you (smut)

A helping hand (smut)

A helping hand Part.1; Part.2; Part.3 (smut)

We are not just friends and you know it (smut)

Without my permission (smut)

What a memorable N.Y.E (+FA) (smut)

We'll take care of you (+AB) (smut)!

Across the hall Part. 1; Part. 2 (1. fluff, 2 smut)

I think he knows (fluff)

Gust of wind (fluff)

One bed (fluff)

13. Kimi Raikkonen:

Him using ice (smut)

Only the best for you (smut)

Reader gets injured (fluff)

Spoken admiration (fluff)

Protective shield (fluff)

14. Marcus Armstrong:

Careful daughter (fluff)

Sidewalk rule (fluff)

15. Lewis Hamilton:

Please (smut)

Don't give me that look (smut)

Cry little girl (smut)

Skin and bones (smut)

Keys to the benz (suggstive)

Promise (fluff)

Sleepwalker (fluff)

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[dystini]

December Pairing of the Month Poll

Indycar RPF pairing months. Each month, a different pairing is featured. Write a fic (or many) for the pairing. Or make fan art, edits or whatever. All casual, no signups, participate at will.

Vote for your favorite and the one with the most votes will be featured for December

Palex has been retired (for now).

Did I miss your favorite pairing? Let me know and I'll add it for the next month.

Reblog so more people see it, please.

[suzie-shooter]

Someone slips Marcus a dodgy pill in a nightclub. Fortunately Clem is there to take care of him, but now Marcus has a new problem: his own mouth without the filter of his brain.

Tags: Drink Spiking, Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Drunken Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Friends to Lovers, Kissing

[sinofwriting]

Pastime - Marcus Armstrong/Reader/Callum Ilott

Words: 990 Prompt: “Just this once” Note(s)/Warning(s): Some Angst, Happy Ending, Talks of Sex, Talks of Period Sex, Talks of Oral Sex (female receiving), Marcus is vocally into period sex, Callum is into the idea but doesn’t say so

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“Just this once.” The words rang in her head, haunting. It should’ve been just once, maybe twice, perhaps thrice, but she couldn’t count how many times it happened. Didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count. Had run out right before August ended.

It was her own weakness that made the phrase so untrue. It didn’t take much, a goading look, her name said low into her ear, a breathless please before lips are pressing against her neck. When it came to Callum and Marcus there was no just this once, it was only forever, just as it had always been.

She’s thankful however two months after the first time, she can finally say no and not give in to them.

She’s under a blanket on her couch, Callum beside her, while Marcus sits on the other side of him. The two had shown up just before one pm and invited themselves in, happily joining her as she rewatches some mindless tv. A hand slips under her blanket and onto her covered thigh, she doesn’t think anything of it, until it slips a little further, and there’s Callum’s lips just an inch away from her ear, saying her name.

The feeling, sensation of it all, makes her breath hitch, but she keeps her eyes on the tv shaking her head and grabbing his hand and pulling it away from her thigh and out from underneath the blanket. “Not today.” She’s surprised by how strong her voice is but is grateful. Maybe it will mean next time, if there is next time, she’ll be able to resist them then as well. “Are you alright?” And a cool hand is touching her forehead. She huffs and pushes away Marcus’ hand. “Of course, I’m alright.” “You’re saying no to sex.” Her lips press together to stop a laugh from spilling. If it had been anyone but Marcus saying that or Callum, she’d be angry, glaring, cursing and threatening them, but they had known each other for so long now and Marcus wasn’t wrong in the slightest.

She had never been one to turn down sex. She liked sex. She liked how it made her feel during and after. The way bodies moved and made noise. The scent of it that thickens in the room, nearly like a fog.

“I’m just not in the mood.” “Okay,” Callum starts, picking up the tv remote and turning the tv off. “Now, something is definitely wrong.” Both of them are turned slightly to look at her and she can see the younger’s hand that's under Callum’s hoodie, fingers moving beneath the fabric. It makes her thighs clench knowing what those hands look like on both Callum and her. “Nothings wrong.” They continue to look at her unimpressed and she rolls her eyes, raising a brow. “I’m on my period.” The British driver’s eyes widen but her focus is on Marcus who has the audacity to pout at her words.

“Does that mean you won’t let me eat you out?” “Kiwi.” Callum groans, though his eyes have a bit of interest as he looks at her as well for an answer. She shakes her head, trying not to think or wonder why exactly Marcus seemed so disappointed at the idea of not getting to eat her out. “It means no sex. Not with me at least.” Now both of them are pouting at her and she sighs. “No. The only people I have period sex with are significant others.” “Well, we certainly fit the bill.” She lets out a hum before reaching for the remote still in Callum’s hands only for him to hold it away from her. “What was that?” “What?” “The hum. After Marcus said we fit the bill.” She looks away from the both of them, heart clenching inside of her chest painfully. She didn’t need a reminder that they weren’t together, that what they had with her was just sex. She keeps her eyes on the powered off tv, words rolling around in her brain before she finally speaks. “I mean, we never talked about anything. It was pretty easy to assume that it was just sex.”

Silence fills the room as tears fill her eyes and it’s broken with an “oh, baby.” and Callum’s hands on her hips, pulling her onto his lap and then half on his and half on Marcus’. “Have you thought that the whole time?” “No, I mean, yes.” She sighs. “It’s just we never talked about it, addressed it. We’d just continue hanging out after or the next day we’d see each other it was like nothing really happened. I didn’t know what to think.” “Well, we’re together, all three of us.” Marcus states, but an elbow to his side makes him retract. “I mean, only if you want to be with the two of us.” Her elbow finds its way into the older’s ribs as she finally looks at the both of them. “Of course, I want to be with both of you.” “Thank god.” Marcus breathes and the slight worry that had been on both of their faces is gone.

“Now please tell me I can eat you out.” “Kiwi!” He pouts at both of them. “You I get,” he nods to her. “But you, Callum. Mate, you're supposed to be on my side.” “Buy her dinner first, mate.” His eyes narrow at the British driver and he’s tugging her fully onto his lap before leaning over to kiss Callum. “I’ll buy you both dinner after. Just let me have dessert first.” He pleads. Her and Callum share a look and he gives her a slight tilt of the head, a silent your call. “I have never had period sex before.” “Splendid, a first for all of us.” He says, but still doesn’t move waiting for clear consent. She’s stifling a laugh from him saying the word splendid, but nods. “Alright, Kiwi. Let’s add another first.”

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[ummick]

best of prema 2019, but it's just mick - december 31, 2019

[screamingmealz]

Masterlist

Social Media AUs

Marcus Armstrong x Reader

let her on screaming meals

description: y/n is a friend of marcus and the screaming meals boys and all she wants is to be on the podcast 

are they dating?

description: y/n is childhood friends with max verstappen and works for redbull. y/n has known marcus for years and are super close, but fans cant quite work out if they are friends or dating.

[alexanderossis]

Anyone got any Indycar fics they want? Send me a prompt :)

[lovelytsunoda]

the poolhouse // clement novalak (mini fic)

summary: after watching her boyfriend film a tiktok for his podcast, y/n and clement escape to the pool house to spend some quality time together.

pairing: clement novalak x female reader

warnings: clement being a lovesick idiot (but most importantly, respecting his beloveds sexual boundaries!), consumption of alcohol, oral sex (female receiving)

the way that clement novalak moved was criminal.

the sun was setting beyond the palms as the group sat in marcus armstrong's backyard in new zealand, clement and james in the pool, attempting to film a tiktok to promote screaming meals.

time after time, clement launched himself out of the water, tossing his hair back like an actor in some eighties movie (although if she was ever forced to choose between her boyfriend and dirty dancing-era patrick swayze, she was picking patrick swayze).

the pair were so different that nobody thought the relationship would work. clement was outgoing and always needed to be doing something, and y/n was soft and gentle, and would rather stay home with a book. in addition to these differences, they also had vastly different sex drives. clement could get it up whenever and wherever, whereas it took some time for y/n, and her libido was more responsive than clem's. but they made it work, even if it meant scheduling sex into their calendars at least once a month.

but watching clem in that swimming pool? oh yes, her body was very responsive to that.

clem ambled out of the pool, using his fingers to slick his hair back over his scalp. fingers that she suddenly wished were inside her as she choked on her glass of water.

he slipped onto the lounger next to her, and y/n wasted no time throwing one leg over his and resting her head against his damp chest.

“hey, darling. did you miss me that much?” Clem chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her softly.

she whispered his name softly, running her hand over his bare chest. “clem, i need you.”

“is this a now problem, or can it wait until we get home, love?” given the often erratic nature of their sex life, clement tried to avoid quickies when he could, as he would much rather take his time giving his lover the full princess treatment.

“havent quite figured that out yet.” y/n mumbled, kissing clems cheek before getting up from the lounger. “i do, however, need a stronger drink. care to come with?”

“anything for you, pretty lady.”

the couple walked hand in hand towards the poolhouse, giggling and laughing to each other as james and marcus gave each other a look.

it was rare that they were ever around a couple who loved each other as much as clement and y/n. marcus was taking bets on when they’d stop beating around the bush and get married to each other.

they slipped inside the pool house, which felt like a large living room and kitchen. clement went straight for the exotic fruit tray on the counter, popping a small chunk of pineapple into his mouth while his lover filled the blender with ice.

“want a bite?” clem offered, holding out a pineapple slice.

“sure.” y/n agreed, sliding the ice tray back into the freezer. “do you want a pina colada?”

“I’ll just steal yours.” clem shrugged as he lover leaned over the kitchen island, taking a bite out of the slice. “hang on just a second.” clem said softly, using the tips of his fingers to wipe up the pineapple juice that had dripped from y/n’s lips.

“did you get it all?” she asked, patting at the skin around her lips.

“yeah, i think so.”

and in a move that shocked them both, y/n leaned forward, gently taking her lovers fingertips into her mouth and sucking up the remainder of the pineapple juice.

clem’s eyes widened, his muscles tensing as a small jolt of arousal went through his veins.

“i didn’t want anything to go to waste.” she blushed, voice sweet as she tried to avert her eyes.

“that’s bold for you, sweetheart. but I dont mind it, dirty girl.”

clem didn’t miss the way that y/n tensed, a touch of panic in her eyes as she took a step back from the countertop- and her lover.

“we talked about this, clement. remember what I said about what I needed to feel safe in the bedroom?”

and clem felt like shit. he hated that he was the person making y/n feel like this. he was the first to admit that sometimes he got carried away when it comes to sex. but it had been a learning curve since he and y/n had taken their relationship to that stage. she was sweet and gentle and jaded. she needed to feel loved all the time, and that carried over to the bedroom.

for y/n, sex was intimate and vulnerable. the act carried a lot of emotions, and it wasn’t something that she took lightly.

“I’m so sorry, love.” his voice wavered as he watched y/n’s shaky hands take the cap off of the pina colada syrup. “i got a bit carried away, but you know that I love you, y/n. you are the apple of my eye, the most important thing in my life. and I would never do anything to embarrass you or make you feel anything less than perfect, in or out of the bedroom.”

“i know.” y/n exhaled, the bad feeling slowly leaving her stomach. this was still her sweet lover boy clement. her hands were steadier now as she poured a small serving of malibu into the blender. “I’m probably overreacting anyways.”

“sweetheart, you overreact about a lot of things. but never this. I’m glad that you told me before I crossed the line too far and did something that really made you feel uncomfortable.”

“come over to this side and hold me while I make us a drink, you big dork.”

grateful that things were back to the way they were supposed to be, clement crossed the island to pull y/n into his arms, gently placing a kiss to her shoulder as she started the blender.

this was the clement that she loved. the clingy, sweet, affectionate version of the driver that only she got to see.

“grab a glass, I’ll get the straws.”

“coming right up, pretty girl.” clement quipped, placing a cocktail glass on the counter for y/n to pour the slush into.

she placed both reusable straws in the glass before turning around and offering her lover a sip. with a childish grin, the frenchman dropped a small pink drink umbrella in the glass, and they both giggled.

“I love you.” she said softly, before taking a sip of the drink.

after she swallowed, clem leaned over the glass to kiss her softly, cradling her cheek in his hand. “you taste like coconut.”

“you’re so cheesy.” she laughed. “you’re going to have to try it, too.”

ever the golden retriever, clem took his own sip of the drink before kissing his girlfriend, cradling her body close.

“god this is strong. how much syrup did you put in.”

“enough.” y/n laughed “you taste like it too.”

“we’re awful.” clem laughed, placing the glass on the counter before scooping his lover into his arms and carrying her over to the indoor/outdoor couch.

“i know. but only in the way that old married couples are.” she laughed softly, holding hands with her boyfriend as he kissed up her leg.

one kiss. four kisses. three kisses.

i love you.

there were plenty of amazing things that clement novalak could do in the bedroom, but those little kisses in that exact sequence was her favourite. it was clements way of reminding her how loved she was.

he gently slipped his hands underneath the seam of her swimsuit bottoms, waiting for her signal before slipping the baby pink fabric off her skin, folding the garment gently before placing it on the couch.

“I love you, clement novalak.” she hummed, gently carding her fingers through clems hair as she rested her thighs on his shoulders.

“I love you, y/n y/l/n.” clement grinned before kissing her thigh one last time before he gently ran his tongue over her slit.

“oh, sweet jesus, that feels good.”

she could feel clement smile, the gentle tickle of his stubble against her skin as he shook his head, making his girlfriend giggle. a giggle that soon tapered into a moan as clem kissed her core, gently sliding his tongue inside her.

“that’s it, sweet girl. I just want you to feel so so good, honey. I love making you feel good, darling.”

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back outside, lissie mackintosh seemed to be the only one who noticed that the couple were missing.

“it shouldn’t take almost an hour to make a pina colada.” the influencer mused. she had previously filmed episodes of screaming meals with the boys and had fostered a close friendship with marcus in the time since.

marcus and james exchanged a look before they both burst out laughing.

“you really think they went to get drinks?” james laughed. “they have drastically different sex drives, but when you’re around them long enough you realize that when she wants him, she really wants him.”

“I just wish they’d not do it in the pool house.” marcus scowled. “they’d better clean up after themselves.”

“what did we miss?” y/n laughed, her face still pink and a hickey beginning to form on her thigh as she and clem rejoined the party, hand in hand an inseparable from each other as he passed her the pina colada glass.

“I love you.” clem whispered with a smile, kissing her neck as he hugged her from behind. “I’m gonna marry you someday.”

“after I finish college, that way james doesn’t get the payout from the bet.” y/n laughed, kissing him softly. “I love you too.”

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