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Time after Time | WillNE

summary: "when you and Will haven't had a date night in too long, and so wine-drunk and dopamine flooding your system, you and will get to dancing in the living room you two claimed and called home <3" hyper-fluffy Will blurb. Super domestic n soft, like scene setting just with major fluff iygwim. songs (a lot of songs inspired this lol): "I wanna dance with somebody", "time after time", "girls just wanna have fun", "my girl" ~the temptations

Imagine just sorta dancing in your living room with Will.

Long time without a date night. Too long without having just spent some quality time together.

You knew it, and so did Will.

And so the homemade pizza and board games date night was set, ending with the two of you just a bit wine drunk as Will brought out the archaic record player and vinyl, setting the needle down onto and allowing a familiar oldie to reverberate through the living room, making you sway from side to side as you brought your wineglass to your lips once more.

Will surprised you as he held a hand out however - open with his fingers outstretched - grin evident on his face as his other hand tucket behind his back, echoing the image of a chivalrous suitor requesting a dance.

You giggled at the notion, yet filled with a playful flirtatiousness, you linked your hand with his and pulled yourself onto your feet - setting your glass down on the wooden table and linking your other hand with Will's also, looking up into his eyes and admiring the smile lines in the corner which sourced from his lips which curved upwards in joy - his stubble bordering his face and contrasting his pearly teeth which glowed from beneath his perfect smile.

A laugh fell from your lips as Will raised your hand to spin you, yourself playing along and having all too much fun as you indeed let yourself twirl with your hand attached to Will's still. And pressing back into Will's chest, you let your arm outstretch towards the right of your body, linked with Will's as you swayed back and forth with the music, the hand around the small of your back leading your swings back and forth.

Your head fell into his chest, burrowing and finding comfort within the warm of his body as you closed your eyes and simply rest yourself against Will, still slowly oscillating at your own gentle pace. Truly, it felt as though your whole body was filled with gold-dust which vibrated back and forth, creating thermal energy by their locomotion, filling you with a fervent glow as you simply felt home within Will's presence.

You didn't fail to return the spin to Will either though - getting onto the tips of your toes and raising your arm to make the tall man whirl like a pretty princess, crouching to duck under your arm and spin with a bursting guffaw of his own, his eyes radiating unchained elation, mossy irises illuminated with golden stars reflecting the ambient lighting of the little flat you together inhabited. 

The moment felt timeless. Each note seemed to carry you further away from your reality, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy - Will's hands gentle yet firm, guiding you effortlessly, as though he'd done this thousands of times before (which he most definitely hadn't).

You both moved in perfect harmony, your steps synchronizing facilely, a testament to the incomparable connection you shared with one another. And the laughter and joy that bubbled up between you were a reminder of the simple pleasures that you'd both missed, having been too lost within your working lives for far too long.

Will's breath tickled your ear as he leaned in, whispering something sweet that made you giggle and blush. You responded with a light jab at his shoulder, feeling lighter and more carefree than you had in ages. His laughter, rich and warm, resonated through his chest and into you, amplifying the sense of belonging that enveloped you both.

The song changed to something smoother and more relaxed, and your movements followed  in suit; Will drew you closer, your bodies pushed flush together, dance slower and less vigorous. You rested your cheek against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. It was a sound more comforting than any melody, and grounded you within the moment, allowing you to just stop... and take in the beauty of your relationship, and the memories you'd built and shared together.

As the music continued to play, you both fell into a quiet, comfortable silence. The only sounds were the faint hum of the record player and the gentle rustling of your clothes as you swayed. Will's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer, if that was possible. You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze.

The song began to wind down, and Will dipped you dramatically, earning another burst of laughter from you. As he brought you back up, he captured your lips in a tender kiss, sealing the moment with love. When the record finally ended, and the room fell silent, you remained in each other's arms, unwilling to let go.

Rain beat against the window outside, sky dimming as the day faded away, the warm white glow of your apartment window a beacon above London, in which nobody could've even dreamed of the love that filled the room, wrapped in one other's arms, lost in the warm vehemence of the moment <3

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⚠️tw: nsfw below the all the fluff

Sorry this is so short this is my very first ever writing I’ll get better I promise

• Will is definitely the type to act hard in-front of new people but secretly behind closed doors is such a softy with you

• Will is definitely the type to remember when you two have a date and if you haven’t had one in a while he’ll definitely be the type to make sure you have one

•Will is the type to get you presents just because unexpectedly and say it’s just cause he loves you!

⚠️nsfw below!

•Will is the type to be messy while eating you out,like I mean this man doesn’t care how messy that shit gets

•Will doesn’t care if your on your period he’ll do whatever your comfortable with but he’s a very open minded man

•Speaking of being open minded he likes eating it from the back he does not care as long as you don’t care

•Definitely calls you lovie btw

[fanficobsessedchick]

ROOMATES PART FOUR

James knew he fucked up.This whole situation made him want to vomit every time he reminded himself how badly he fucked up.

He basicly used Alex-i mean they were both drunk ,but James knew what he was doing and what the consequences could be;loosing Alex as a friend wasnt a big concern a few nights ago-but now that he fucked both Alex and  Will things were about to get messy.He tried not to think about it-the fact that he actually liked Will more,the fact he would take the comfort of holding Will in his arms over any cheap drunken sex with Alex .Will wasnt so innocent himself,and James just played right into his games over and over again.But as long as Alex didnt find out everything will be fine,right?

James put his thoughts aside-out of sight, out of mind.Right now he has feeling content,laying in bed with Will,slowly stroking the nape of his neck-watching Wills chest slowly rise and fall as h was about to fall asleep.Will felt like he was ready to settle down,to throw away the drugs and alcohol,to block all his late night hook-ups;and to finally focus on being good to someone.

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The next morning,they were all scattered around diffrent classrooms-taking their classes for the day.

And Will cursed himself for ever signing up for this clas beacause for months now-hes been sitting right next to Alex.It wasnt a problem before-but now it felt like a competition ;everything Alex did -Will had to be better at,he was ready to do anything to earn Jamess affection

Will never gave a shit about people,he was always quite selfish and rude to most people,but ever since he met James he kept trying to possessively cling on to James;because everything Will wanted -he will have it sooner or later.He still wasnt fully comfortable with this,Will was always the more dominant person in every situation-be it relationships or friendships ,Will made sure to present himself as the more confident person in every was he could.But ever since he hooked up with James-he felt fine with being submissive,but only infront of James.

Will knew the perfect way to distract James who was a few classrooms over.

"Ms.Jenkins?Can i go to the toilets?"

"Yes Will off you go now"Ms.Jenkins sighed knowing how often Will would just leave class and not even come back later on.

Will locked himself quickly in the bathroom stall-unlocking his phone and looking for James in his DMs.

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                                                                            @ jamieboyy                    

                                                                                                          Hey daddy:))

     seen

What the fuck will,im in class.

seen 

     Dont care;)

 @ willlenneyyyyy sent a video

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James entered the video,aready pissed that Will was texting him in class anyways.The video showed Will slowly palming himself and letting out small and low moans,groaning every time he would run his hand fully down to the base of his cock.

James furrowed his brow quickly going back to Wills messages .

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        @ willlenneyyyyy          

                                                           You're gonna get in so much trouble  the moment you get home.

   seen

You gonna punish me daddy?

seen

                                                                  Stop playing around baby boy,you're gonna pay for this stunt 

                                                                 preety boy.

                       seen

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*later that day*

James quickly entered their apartment ,basicly only fantasizing about all the ways he was going to punish and please Will.He was so lost in his thoughts that he didnt even notice Alex siting at the kitchen table.

"Hey Jamesie?You well ?I barely seen you for the past few days.."Alex said sounding super disapointed,looking down at the floor.

"Shit Alex ,im sorry ,i've just been really bussy with uni lately"James looked to the side to ashamed to look Alex in the eyes.He muttered up a sour little smile,his brows furrowing -making him look overall akward.

James was still half stuck in fantasy land and Alex deffinetly noticed.

"So you're bussy with that?"Alex said while laughing at the akward situation,rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

James just realised he was hard as a rock,his cock outlined prominently in his jeans.

"I-i shit Alex this is so weird.I-im sorry."James went completely red -wishing he could dissapear in that very moment.

"I mean...i could help you with that?"Alex looked up to meet Jamess own gaze .

James panicked and blurted out "I uh actually found someone so no ,sorry 'Lex"

"Oh shit sorry James,who?"Alex seemed genuenly sorry,feeling like he just harrassed James.

"Uh this girl from my uni class"James answered shortly thanking God for being able to make up a lie so quickly.He wasnt lying about much though-he did find someone,he just couldnt tellAlex that someone is Will.

"Well,best of luck mate"Alex smiled,leaving to chill in his own room.

James sighed trying to spin around his head how things got so damn messy.He basicly didnt even feel horny anymore-having the shit scared of you doesnt combine well with erections.Will wasnt home yet anyways,so James sat on the edge of his couch waiting for Will to come home and he finally just thought of a perfect punishment.

[eltoshaw]

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desperately requesting some willne hcs pretty please!

Girlfriend -Willne

words: 0.3k+

warnings: talk of sex but mostly fluff.

summary: your relationship with Will summarised in some headcannons.

notes: hi love! I have sooo many Willne requests so I I’m glad I can ease myself into it with some hcs😆. I hope you enjoy!!💗🫶🏼

You met Will just before the pandemic hit and you both went through the entire lockdown together, meaning you became very close very quickly.

Ever since then you've been inseparable. You miss him so much when he's filming and he thinks about you from the moment he kisses you goodbye in the morning to the second he returns home.

Instead of going out for a fancy dinners you both prefer to watch a movie, have a romantic walk on the beach to watch the sunset or play mini golf.

Will love's everyone to know that you're his girl. He posts you on his instagram all the time and talks about you in videos often.

Will adores your laugh. He makes witty little jokes in hopes that you'll find him funny and he'll get to see you smile.

In the first few months of your relationship you were super bored due to the lockdown so had lots of time to... well, have sex. Now it's not as frequent as it was but your sex life is absolutely amazing.

You're constantly showered with compliments. "You look incredible." "God you're so fucking hot." And he always notices the little things "New shirt?" He'd ask. "Yeah, got it last week." "It's cute, I love it."

Pda wasn't ether of your favourite thing since you like to keep your love life a little more secretive but when you're drunk you're all over each other.

Will's very protective over you. Not in a crazy way but if a guy came up to you at a club he would immediately tell him to -not so politely- "fuck off."

When it comes to sleeping you usually stay wrapped in his arms the entire night. You're never not touching, always a leg crossed over the other's or his arm flung under your neck.

The odd time that you get into an argument about something stupid it resolves itself pretty quickly. Will apologies first and then you after. It's always sorted before you get into bed.

You and Will have spoken about marriage and kids. It's not something ether of you want anytime soon but you can't wait to be his wife and watch him be the best dad ever.

[agendabymooner]

high school in jakarta || pg10 fic

"I couldn't have you sit there and think that you're better 'cause you're older."

Summary: Pierre Gasly was in Los Angeles to attend his girlfriend's record label's festival, Head in the Clouds. Sadly, meeting Ensley’s close friends would also mean that he’d have to meet her high school sweetheart, who he believed he couldn’t compete against until Ensley ensured that his two-day attendance wouldn’t be spoiled by some guy who couldn’t let go of some memories she couldn’t even remember. 

Content warning: Use of explicit language, established relationship, insecure!Pierre needs a hug, smug ex-boyfriend (fictional), mentions of high school romance and nostalgia, brief appearance of Lando Norris, Joji and WillNE, kind of an abrupt ending, fluff??

Note: I need to get this out of my google docs 🤠 enjoy and let me know what you think! xx

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    Pierre Gasly had always been considered cocky by people who didn’t know him that well. He had a bad reputation when it came to women. His ego always believed that he could be charming or too flirtatious. Too arrogant. In some instances, Charles even had to tell him to get his shit together and make things clear for the woman he was in a situationship with.

But he had an alter ego that he hadn’t met before until Ensley Soleil came along. 

He could admit that how it started was a bit too… complicated. But it wasn’t anything that a courtship couldn’t handle. 

Ensley was celebrating the first year she’d been single since she left her cheating boyfriend, and yes, maybe shading him was too petty — but he went after her first, calling her out for being too busy and… bland? Yeah, those were his words. Celebrating meant that she posted photos of herself backstage before performing at her last concert of the year in Europe — London. 

Then the shitshow began there. 

BACK THEN

Her YouTube channel started in the United Kingdom while she was in university. She could remember connecting with William Lenney when her channel grew, knowing he lived a few tube stops away from her school and flat. Then she gradually continued to sing on the internet and made content with Will and some of his friends until she graduated. Then a year passed, and she became a well-known Asian artist based at Los Angeles after she signed a contract with the American record label 88rising. 

She didn’t know how the algorithm worked in the internet, initially thinking that maybe the comments about her post being “liked by pierregasly” or noticed by an F1 driver were nothing but some prank initiated by her peers. 

At some point, Will had mentioned that he had a friend, who was also a driver in the said sports. Will regularly followed and watched the races on television, attending the race in Silverstone whenever his friend would invite him. She was acquainted with this guy, meeting him once when they celebrated Will’s birthday. Lando Norris was a driver who created content with his peers, including Will himself.

Her sharp memory thankfully had told her to ask him if he knew someone named Pierre Gasly. When Will said yes and asked why, she sent him screenshots of her comment section. He hadn’t responded immediately and when he did, he FaceTimed her and laughed hysterically. 

“Oh my god,” Will howled, unable to stop himself from laughing. “Your post was liked by Pierre!”

“I don’t even know who that is?” Ensley almost shrieked. “William—“

“I know, I know,” Will rolled his eyes, “hang on, let me just…” He then added another contact on the FaceTime call, the person answering after the third ring as Lando looked down on his phone with confusion.

“Oh aren’t you a welcome face,” Lando grinned after seeing Ensley on his screen. Ensley’s eyes narrowed. “How’s it going lads?”

“What time is it in there, mate?” Will asked. Lando was moving around in a room, fixing his things left and right before he leaned his phone against a surface to show his upper body over the table. 

“We’re in Hungary, so it’s like an hour ahead of London…? Yeah an hour,” Lando nodded to himself before Ensley jumped at the sudden drumroll that he performed with his hands. “Anyway, how about you lots? Anything new?” 

“Yeah I sent you a DM,” Will replied with a grin. Ensley remained silent throughout the interaction, too annoyed to even bother speaking. 

“Alright I’ll check it,” Lando looked up for a moment and spoke to someone, who then showed up at the screen next to Lando to say hi. The British driver introduced the man as Daniel before “Daniel” left. It didn’t take Lando long to find Will’s text, his eyes widening as Will noticed Ensley flipping him off. Will was going to protest but Lando murmured, “Did he really?” 

Thirty seconds passed then… “Oh my… god. He actually did.” 

“What is it about this guy?” Ensley grunted in irritation, losing her patience every second as Lando and Will laughed over the news. 

If Ensley didn’t know Lando, she would have assumed that he died by the way he fell off with a thud. He then regained his composure before saying, “He’s one of my grid mates. Drives for a different team. A party animal and yeah uh—“

Lando paused and pursed his lips, “Had told me once or twice about coming across your Instagram.” 

“What.” 

“Oh my god,” Will cackled on the other side of the call, unable to contain his amusement. Ensley shushed him with a glare. 

“Yeah,” Lando looked at her with a hint of confusion in his face, “like six races ago? I think it's the Spanish GP. He showed me your timeline and asked if I knew you then I said well yeah I do, I’m following you.

“I had some suspicion that he was somehow trying to slide to your DM,” Lando continued before he asked, “has he?” 

“Not that I know of,” Ensley replied. “No. I would have known otherwise.”

“Oh,” Lando’s voice flattened at the answer she gave him. “Well there you go, you have yourself a Frenchman.” 

“What— no!” Ensley exclaimed. “Norris, you better give me some context instead of being mysterious and shit. Like who is he?” 

“Ensley,” Will gasped in a mocking tone, “did you just tweet bitch who the fuck is Pierre Gasly?” 

“Ooh,” Lando grimaced at the post, “yeah, uh… funny thing about that— oi, Gasly! D’ya wanna meet your crush?” 

Ensley’s eyes widened while Will’s mouth gaped. They could hear a slight murmuring from Lando’s background. Ensley hadn’t even bothered drying her damp hair, her eyes drooping at the thought of looking like garbage in front of new people. 

When Lando began shifting his camera and screen towards a person, she quickly ended the call as soon as the man saw her face. No she wasn’t about to deal with that bullshit. 

Then the next thing she knew, the said man slithered his way into her private messages. When she told Will and Lando about his message, Lando brought up that it was an unusual thing for him to say that. Then the driver rattled off about how he’d seen Pierre text a woman before and how… charming his messages sounded. 

He’s very much out of character, Lando continued to text, but I’ll see what I can find out. 

Lando continued to pry about this whole Ensley-Pierre situation, because not once did he ever witness Pierre text I hope you’re having a good day so far to someone he barely knew. 

Ensley was quite hesitant to respond to him as days went on, but she persevered through her doubts and asked general things like how the races worked or how he could even manage to get out of the bed early in the morning without a problem. She had an inkling that he was only trying to get to her pants and she thought that she was right when he invited her to a race. 

Everyone knew about the specifics of the invitation, and she did too but thought so little of it. It might have been a passing comment made by the French driver. She just didn’t think that her manager would go as far as allowing Brian to tweet out that he’d send her to Singapore for the race if he got 100K retweets on his post. Next thing she knew she was being sent to Singapore on a first class flight with Will. 

Her manager Mavi, and her friend Brian made contact with Pierre’s PR manager and received the paddock passes. But her anxiety was through the roof as she thought about meeting Pierre. 

He only wanted one thing and it’s to link up with her. Preferably in his bed. Preferably naked.

But that’s what she only assumed. God, she proved herself wrong when he came picking her up with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a smile so nice. She was so wrong about him. 

NOW

The whole thing that she considered a shitshow became a courtship that lasted for three months. She didn’t know when she fell in love, but she uttered the word yes as soon as he asked if she could be his girlfriend. 

Pierre could admit that he was too cocky and there was something about Ensley’s character that toned down his arrogance and strong personality. He liked it. Stability was his favourite thing about his life. She was his favourite thing in life.

But he didn’t think that it would come to the point where he felt so… lost. As if he didn’t know how much Ensley had spoken of him in her interviews, videos and even in her songs. He knew that he should be cocky about being loved by her — it was a win. 

But hearing that your competitor was just a day away from meeting you and sizing you up? Yeah. He wasn’t too keen at the thought, only wanting to stay at her LA apartment while she had some fun with her circle of friends from school back in Jakarta. He couldn’t do that to her, though, telling himself that he would be alright with meeting her friends. 

Ensley could read his face. Despite his insistence that French people had the resting bitch face, she could see his forehead creasing as he stared at whatever the fuck was on the floor. She knew how much he didn’t like the thought of meeting her friends due to a high school sweetheart that she just recently called out on twitter. She knew that confidence took some time to develop; Rome wasn’t built in a day.

She wished that he knew how much she adored him and his effort to be as accommodating to her— with her previous relationship that ended in a sour note being a factor of his consideration.

But he couldn’t read minds, so Ensley settled for an embrace and repeated murmurs of, “I love you” in his ears while she kissed his cheeks repeatedly. He smiled at her sweetness, his arms pulling her in his lap and allowing her to hold him close to end the night of silent battle with his demons. He won. 

The next day consisted of going out for a walk and basking in the sunlight that brightened the Los Angeles area, and rehearsals before tomorrow. Pierre liked the heat and the brightness, but he never thought of it too much until he saw how Ensley’s skin seemed to shine under the sun - how the sun shone over her prettiest face he nearly got in his knees to thank whatever God was up there or anywhere. He liked the sun, overall. 

She had an hour rehearsal that didn’t seem to take long as Pierre sat and spoke with Jackson, Joji and Ylona throughout the entire hour. He’d look up to check on Ensley every other five minutes but never stopped speaking with the people he befriended a few months ago. 

With everyone knowing that Ensley’s ex boyfriend would be at their high school reunion, she also expressed her worries for Pierre to her peers. So Joji decided to assure the Frenchman, “She barely tolerates him— but he happened to be friends with her mates. So really, don’t worry. He’s got nothing on you but a past history.”

Pierre took that information in, offering him a thanks before he told himself to keep his composure once he and Ensley met her friends. 

He was wearing nothing too extravagant. He wore a cream crocheted shirt and left them unbuttoned, white ribbed tank top being at the bottom layer while he wore a pair of khaki shorts that matched well with his tops. He had a subtle gold chain hanging on his neck. His blue eyes were fucking pretty.

She did say she wasn't going to go all out. She lived in this city to know she didn’t have to dress fancy in a bar, knowing full well that she and Pierre would call it a night as soon as 11 PM hit. She had to perform tomorrow, after all.

But still, she wolf-whistled at the sight of him, leaning on the doorway with her arms crossed and her cream dress on. Pierre looked up at the mirror to see her reflection staring at his back, her eyes trailing down on his figure as he tried to keep his composure. She had a bad habit of "admiring" his figure, but it wasn't anything that sets him off - he does it to her all the time and would sometimes tell her "you look pretty to devour." 

“You’re staring, bébé,” Pierre chuckled, making her stare at him with a grin. 

“How to spot a rich European in Los Angeles,” Ensley jokes, giggling quietly as she approaches him. She hugged him from behind, slotting her head under his arm to look at their reflection properly. She took in the scent of his cologne. God, he was so fucking perfect.

Then she said, “I didn’t think you would wear that colour.” 

“No?”

“I thought you’re like Ricciardo,” she quipped, “with his party shirt and all that?”

“Bébé we’ve been together for ten months, you know this is my party shirt.”

“No it’s not,” Ensley snorted, “you’re more of a linen shirt and khaki pants guy. You’re wearing a crocheted shirt.

“But nonetheless,” she said quietly, “we’re going to be the hottest couple in there.” 

“I sure hope so,” Pierre chuckled, reaching down to kiss her hair. “I’d hate to be rated as 1.” 

“Your driver number is 10 for a reason, bub,” she laughed, now standing straight before she clapped his back gently, “c’mon, we’ve got our sangrias calling for us.” 

“An absolute 10,” Natasha might have been quiet, but she wasn’t too sneaky on gesturing at Pierre’s direction when she spoke to Ensley. “You bagged a good one.”

“Hm,” Ensley hummed happily, glancing at Pierre — who stood by the bar counter while waiting for their drinks — and was caught staring at him. His lips curled into a smirk as he winked at her. She rolled her eyes playfully before turning away to talk to her friends. “Yeah, I lucked out.” 

“When you told us about him before you even began dating we went full on FBI on him,” Abby chuckled quietly. “It was easy to find him— seeing as he’s a driver and all that. I was worried about you for a moment though.”

“How so?” 

“For one, he’s known for the endless line of women trailing after him,” Abby answered before she smiled, “but you setting your boundaries and him respecting it? Phew, now that’s the hottest thing a man could have within him. Respect, of all things.” 

“And you are like the happiest woman to have existed,” Natasha smirked, “who passed her honeymoon phase with all the happiness that a woman could get.”

The conversation in the table was tampered with the karaoke at the front, which helped with avoiding nosy people who’d try to get a good story to hear for the night. But alas, there were nosy people that happened to be in the same group as her for tonight. 

“Who passed her honeymoon phase?” Ensley restrained herself from rolling her eyes, keeping her mouth clamped shut to somehow respect her ex as her friends’ friend. 

Vero Gerard was a year older than Ensley. It felt wrong for a junior to date a senior, but she was smitten. She could remember breaking her own heart and not dating anyone after him, not in a new country or new city. She hadn’t tried again until that guy named Kenny from San Diego. Vero was memorable, to say the least. At least, those memories that made her realize that she was worth more than how he treated her. She forgot the rest. 

He’s only a year older, but somehow his “matured” ego and his experiences in life made her feel small. He would often see her notes and would scoff at how easy it was while she was about to shed tears at the thought of failing. Her father was strict because he didn’t want her to be in danger— a daddy’s girl, she was. While Vero’s parents thought that she was too childish for his liking. 

Vero didn’t tell her all of that, instead Ensley learned all of those from a friend of a friend of a friend. Her heart broke at that, bleaching her hair orange when he immediately found a girl to string along. 

He didn’t care to tell her where he went, only calling her when he’s drunk. She thought it was ideal to say that she was getting drunk at her friend’s house and having a party with the people there— she really wasn’t. She tried to get back at him, like any petty teenager would. 

When she moved to the UK for university, she kept tabs on her friends and acquaintances. She’d immediately turn off her Facebook whenever she came across Vero’s new fling while the photos taunted her. 

But that wasn’t her anymore. Now she was only irritated with his petty behaviour and the tone of his voice. 

He arrived with their two other guy friends, Jason and Mario, and he couldn’t choose a better time to walk over the table. 

“Just Henny about to reach the engaged phase,” Natasha told him, “not that you’d know.” 

Vero looked peered at the mentioned woman, to which she stared back but with the unequal amount of interest written all over her face. “You’ve made quite a good album.” 

“Heard all of it?” Ensley scoffed.

“I like to keep tabs,” Vero shrugged. Nonetheless, Ensley looked past him to greet Jason and Mario before the two settled near Natasha and Abby. Just as Vero stood there, a figure behind him cleared his throat. Her ex turned around, looking in the eyes of the Frenchman who had no intention to even challenge him to some sort of testosterone competition. 

Then Pierre’s eyes softened when he looked down at her, “Got your sangria, mon amour.” He placed down her drink before he found himself sitting on his original seat— next to her. Vero found his seat next to Mario, a cocky smile still written on his face as though he would win the game Pierre had no intention to play. 

Pierre reminded himself that he was the one that Ensley would fly and come home to, not anyone. Ensley just reminded him yesterday how much she loved him by peppering his face with kisses. She continued to prove to him that she was equally in love with him everyday. He never doubted that. 

“Merci beaucoup,” she said with a smile, obviously proud at her skill of not butchering a simple French phrase, before turning towards the men who just arrived. “Pierre, these are my friends— Mario and Jason. Guys, this is my boyfriend— Pierre.” 

The three men exchanged pleasantries while Mario told Pierre, “She really wasn’t lying when she said she was dating an F1 driver. She doesn’t even watch any sport so I didn’t know what changed her opinion.” Pierre laughed at this before telling the man that he managed to change her mind on her lack of interest in the sport by competing in it.

Then she said, “Vero, I’m sure you know Pierre.” 

Pierre turned towards the mentioned man, “Yeah. It’s nice to meet you.” 

He stuck out his hand for Vero to shake, making the others gape quietly. At least, he knew he was a better man without putting it out there. He didn’t need to show his home in Milan to prove how better he was. Vero must have thought of him as some rich boy who would take his pick of the week before moving onto another country for a race. 

Vero shook his hand regardless, a fake smile planted on his face. “Likewise,” but he said it as if he didn’t mean it. 

Pierre Gasly knew that Vero Gerard was sizing him up. This cockiness of his would eventually humble him, if he didn’t know any better. While the Frenchman felt like he knew very little about his girlfriend in comparison to her ex, Pierre still knew how little she appreciated someone’s egotistical attitude. He experienced her wrath firsthand so he knew exactly her thoughts on people who allow their egos get in the way of reality. 

But Pierre still felt nothing but discomfort as he stood by the bar counter to grab some refresher for Ensley and himself, opting for something nonalcoholic instead of getting pissed in the middle of a street he had no knowledge of. It was a full house and it took him nearly ten minutes just to order their drinks. It didn’t help that Vero had approached the bar with his own order and his smug smile. 

“How long have you two been together for?” Was the first thing Vero had asked Pierre, fucking around with his empty cocktail glass while he continued to play some sort of mind games with the Formula One driver. 

Pierre wasn’t that into the testosterone game that Vero started. Regardless he answered truthfully, “Ten months,” he paused, “fourteen if you count our unofficial months.”

“Unofficial? Hm,” Vero hummed, cocking his head to the side as he continued, “I didn’t think she’d make you wait.” 

“How so?” What was Vero insinuating, Pierre asked himself internally. 

“I dunno,” Vero shrugged nonchalantly, “she always jumped at the chance to get into a relationship. Even with me.” 

His comment nearly had Pierre fuming. Was he calling her easy? Vero must have noticed him get ticked off by the comment, but he must’ve thought that Pierre was pissed at the thought of having to wait because he continued to run his mouth.

“She’s had a crush on me for months,” Vero continued, “yet when I asked her out she quickly said yes. She was the same with that guy from San Diego I think. So, you’re a different story, if anything.

“Don’t know if that’s a good thing or not,” Vero laughed as if he was being fucking funny. Pierre would’ve swung his fist at the man had it been for the fact that this night wasn’t for Ensley. This was her night and he wasn’t going to ruin that.

It didn’t feel right that he was hearing someone talk about his woman like this. Like she was easy and naive. She wasn’t. She was headstrong and her petite figure could do a lot more damage on someone’s physical being should she fight against her morality. 

He’d gotten a mouthful from her when he joked about having to carry heavy stuff for her because of how small she was, telling him that she didn’t need him when she could just make trips back and forth. She had gotten into an argument with some journalist who thought that she was only in it for the money and fame, spewing out the most colourful words possible to defend herself and her devotion towards Pierre. 

So for someone to call her easy and naive — no matter how direct or indirect it was — never felt right in Pierre’s ears. They were so wrong. Vero, for someone who bragged about knowing Ensley for a long time, didn’t know how amazing and brave she was— and Pierre could only pity him for it. 

But he controlled his urge to get into some sort of fight with him, not wanting to embarrass himself or Ensley. He was still a Formula One driver with dignity and respect for his girlfriend’s image and being. He was the better man. 

“I’d say good,” Pierre answered with a shrug. Vero gave him a questioning look and so the Frenchman continued, “Different means she was looking for a change — and clearly she got tired of the same thing all over again. It was good for her to be able to get out of the loop she was unhappy with.” 

“That right?” Vero muttered, his eyes still challenging the driver. His smile fell off as he listened to Pierre’s words.

“Maybe,” Pierre shrugged again, “I’m not really sure— she’s got her own thoughts, after all. I don’t control her. Maybe that’s why I don’t know her much.” 

He then looked at Vero while he grinned, “I don’t like dictating what she likes and what she doesn’t like. She only tells me what she wants me to know. Maybe that’s why I don’t know her much— everything she likes I don’t decide for her.” 

Before Vero could speak any more, the bartender had placed a glass of alcohol free tonic and a Shirley Temple in front of Pierre as he thanked the man behind the counter. 

The choices of drink left Vero to comment, “She likes tequila sunrise.”

“She loves white sangria,” Pierre told him matter of factly, beaming as he sipped on his tonic before he stood up and grabbed the glasses, “she has a mint plant in my place because she makes a pitcher of the drink whenever she’s around. She loves going to the market to get some citrus for her drink, too— saying she likes the fresh fruits of Milan.” 

Then he walked back towards their table, extremely proud of himself for standing his ground. Maybe that’ll get Vero to shut up for once, as Ensley wanted. 

“I thought you liked the tequila sunrise better?” “Sangria’s much better. I make more of it whenever I’m in Milan. I’d rather not get drunk tonight though so… I only had one and am settling for a Shirley Temple.”

“You always liked the school varsity jacket I had. Do you still have ‘em?” “Had to toss out half my closet. I’ve been purchasing enough for myself lately.”

“Do you still make Che Banh Lot? Like those ones you’d make at my house?” 

Pierre knew where Vero was getting at. He knew when a guy wouldn’t quit— and he was sure that Ensley’s ex was trying to make her remember those happy days. 

But Ensley’s genuine confusion nearly had him and the girls laughing. She cocked her head to the side and said, “I’ve been making it at home with Tasha.”

“Tasha was there,” Vero nodded in confirmation, trying to get her to agree with his recalling. 

Ensley’s eyes narrowed, trying to figure out where he meant before she said, “Eh— nonetheless, I do. You know what? I had Pear assisting me with making them when we last visited his parents in France a month or so ago.”

Everyone but the couple looked at her in awe and shock. Ensley offered them a confused look, only for Pierre to grab her hand from underneath the table to hold it. She rubbed her thumb against his hand mindlessly, a questioning look exchanged between her and her friends.

Jason first spoke up and turned to Ensley, “So you’ve met his parents?” 

Ensley, not really aware of the looks exchanged between her friends, beamed happily before rambling, “Yeah! Pascale and Jean-Jacques invited us over when I flew to Milan. I do back and forths, remember? But yeah, P got his flat there and we traveled for six and a half hours. I was glad I had enough time to make it. I’ve got quite a useful assistant right here.”

Natasha, amused at her friend’s excitement, then peered at the Alpine driver and asked with a small smile, “How did they like it?”

“Good,” his French accent thickened while he spoke, “they were wondering if Ensley would come back anytime soon because they wanted to lock her up there forever.” 

Her friends giggled at this. “Would you lock her up there?” Abby teased the duo. 

Pierre looked down at his girlfriend, not even caring about the man next to Mario anymore. For some reason, there were certain inhibitions that he couldn’t seem to look at anymore. Womanizing, or being a Casanova, was one of them. 

In the span of a year, Ensley had managed to slither her way to his heart and found a little space there. He was enthralled with her personality and beauty and it was a shame Vero didn’t see all of that. If you told Pierre that he’d be dating someone that he drooled over on Instagram and that he’d eventually want to marry her, he would have laughed at your face.

But the Pierre in the present wasn’t the same. So he cheekily grinned and joked, “I would but I wouldn’t have anyone to write songs about me.”

Forget about the love that she had back when she was in high school in Jakarta; Ensley wrote more about him, and only him. He wasn’t the same person that everyone would’ve assumed to kick out a girl after one night. She wouldn’t have written Lowkey if she thought of him as someone who didn’t deserve a shot. 

She was glad that her relationship with Vero had happened. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to imagine what it’s like to have a life without a certain Pierre Gasly on it.

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Summary- It's your wedding day and your saying your vows.

Warnings- Fluff, My terrible writing

Sorry this is so shit. I'm terrible at writing fluff... and angst... and writing in general!

Will felt nervous energy bubble through him as the piano started to play a soft tune. Everyone stood up and watched as the first bridesmaid, one of your best friends, and one of the groomsmen, Will's brother, walked down the isle. They were then followed by your sister and one of Will's friends. Both couples split when they reached the alter, both going either side. Then your four year old niece and Will's six year old cousin walked down the isle. Your niece threw petals with arms linked with Will's cousin. They both went to either side as Will turned so his back was to the isle.

You walked down the isle holding a bouquet of flowers, lilies to be exact. The train of your dress followed you as you walked passed your friends and family, arm in arm with your dad.

Will was told he wasn't supposed to look at you until you arrived at the alter but he couldn't help himself. He turned to look at you and almost broke down right there.

You looked amazing. Your dress had small embroided flowers going up the train until it reaches your waist. You had a plain white off the shoulder neckline and a veil that touched the floor. Your hair was done up simply and elegantly so the dress had the main attention. Your make up was natural and you had simple jewellery on.

But that wasn't what was the most beautiful thing in the room.

As Will stared at you, he looked at your smile. You were beaming with excitement as you walked towards him- the love of your life. You reached the alter and turned to kiss your father's cheek. Will walked down to meet you and shook your dad's hand before guiding you up the alter.

"Hi." You breathed out.

"Hi." Will whispered.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of William Lenney and Y/n L/n." The officiant spoke into the microphone. The officiant rambled on before saying, "You may now recite your vows."

Will nodded and took the microphone.

"I tried practising this in the mirror this morning but no words in the English language can express how much I love you! I remember when we met and you were already making me laugh without even trying. I remember the first time I asked you out on a date and you said yes and I didn't know how to respond. I remember our first kiss. And I remember when I realised I was in love with you. You were doing nothing special, just dancing in the kitchen of my flat whilst making pancakes." Will felt tears form in his eyes when he realised they were falling out of yours. "I wrote all my vows out but they're boring and repetitive, so I shortened them out a bit. I promise to be your best friend. I promise to take care of you when we're old and tired from looking after our twenty six rescue dogs. I promise to make sure your happy and healthy. I promise to love you so much because you deserve all the love in the world. I promise to love you til the end of my days and a bit more after that." You smiled and wiped your tears as Will finished his speech.

You then got handed a microphone and you pulled out a piece of paper.

"I knew I was going to love you the first moments we spoke. You were kind, handsome, and funny. And I knew that, even if you were going to be my boyfriend, I wanted you to be in my life. You always know how to make me smile and you always find ways to make each day different and fun." You smiled at Will who reached foreward and brushed away your tears. "There was time in my life where I hit a brick wall and couldn't get around it and, suddenly, you were there and guided me through it. You have welcomed new people into my life, new people that I consider family and I am eternally grateful for that." You stared at each other, completely focused on and other.

"Oh right vows!" You exclaimed and everyone laughed. "I promise to always listen to you. I promise to look after you when your sick. I promise to comfort you and let you cry on my shoulder. I promise to let you be yourself forever and always. I promise to be your best friend. I promise to love you every day until the end of the line."

Everyone applauded as you finished and gave the microphone back to the officiant.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!" The officiant smiled and Will quickly grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"I love you." He whispered once he pulled away.

"Good, wouldn't be good if you married me for no reason." You winked and he rolled his eyes.

He sarcastically laughed and looked at you before the two of you walked down the isle with conjoined hands. You both beamed as people cheered.

You walked out the old mansion the wedding was held in and made your way to an old school car. Will opened the door for and you climbed in, trying to mind your dress, before he followed. He rolled down the windows and you both waved as you made your way to the hotel to change into your reception outfits.

Will sat on the bed as you changed and watched you. Not in a sexual way but he was watching the way your body moved and looked. It was a sight he'd never get bored off.

"What are you thinking about, Mr Lenney?" You smiled as you took off the dress.

"Just how I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mrs Lenney." He smirked and you walked over and kissed him.

He smiled as you pulled away. He was so ready to spend everyday of his life with you.

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Señor Frogs Headcanons (☁️/🔞)

Summary: Inspired by Señor Frogs driving team getting their first podium: headcanons of what it'd be like returning to each of the drivers as gf!reader after each of their stints. Content (warnings): mainly fluff, smut @ end features thigh riding + rly slight exhibitionism

Chrismd -Performance synopsis: he spun out initially but managed to clutch up and take the senor frogs to right in the middle (15th place) -He'd come back to cheers and pats on the back from his fellow drivers, rain speckling his visor and suit that had just began as he'd ran off the track -He takes in the boys' praise and a mouthful of cake that Chippo forces down him as a celebratory snack -But as soon as he locks eyes with you his grin is widening by tenfold -You're over the moon - completely shocked and surprised and proud of your man - running to him with open arms and wrapping him torso with the grandest hug - your face slotting into the crook of his neck and eyes closing as you hug him with all the force in your body -Practically knock the man  off of his feet, and he falls back onto the sofa behind him, still wrapped with your arms around him -Ends up having the post-performance chat with the boys with you wrapped around his middle - one of his hands gesturing and accompanying what he said, whilst the other pat your back and rubbed over the back of your head.

Willne -Performance synopsis: Shambolic at the start - didn't do his helmet up or take the seat insert out, losing valuable time for the team - gets a contact warning for being an "aggressive driver" and spun out a few more times, before finishing his stint as night fell. -Will came back feeling sick. He thought he'd done horrid as he left that car, but seeing you on the line with the iconic whiteboard - stood besides Calfreezy with the sign reading "MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BEST DRIVER"- -Will received a heavy slap on the back from Freezy, and a kiss on the visor from you. -You hadn't even realised that you wouldn't be able to kiss Will, with his helmet and visor still pulled down, until your lips met the cold glass and you pulled back - seeing the misty shape of your lips patterned across the glass -Your hands were completely frenzied as they shoved the visor up with a palm, smashing your lips through the slit and connecting them with Will's whilst he used his arms (pumped and inflated with adrenaline) to pull you up onto his waist, walking you back into the Senor Frog's shelter  -And when you walked into the warm room where the rest of the teamates were - you had Will's helmet in your hand, your other hand wrapped around his neck to hold your body close to his whilst he held you around his waist, kissing you sweeter than ever even whilst you were drenched from the rain outside -You didn't care. You were over the moon kissing Will like he had won the olympics. 

Chip -Performance synopsis: The night driver. The fastest and one of the best drivers, sent out to manage the weight of the boys' expectations in the dark of the night. And in the rain and the dark, Chip flew past the other drivers and into first-fucken-place. Too bad he got a black flag and pulled into the pit lane - told off for overtaking and spinning out with a stalled car... -Chip returned to the RV dejected, having had Cal laugh in his face from his performance. -You were laying in the RV bed that Chip had reserved for you, and were groggily awoken as your boyfriend, dressed in a now relaxed hoodie and pair of joggers, pulled the curtain back and told you to move up for him. -You'd watched the beginning of the performance, and so when Chip came back feeling so down you wondered what had happened -"You did so well!" You pressed a kiss to his face, then another on the other side. "You took the team to first place and had the fastest laps-!" -"I spun out and stalled the car and lost a minute" Chip grumbled in retaliation, pulling a pillow over his face to cover himself in shame. -You knew that wasn't good for the team at all, but you still couldn't let your boy look so distressed, so you carefully pulled the pillow away from his face and peppered two more kisses over either of his closed eyes -"That can be made up with other teams' pit stops," You consoled him, letting your hand rub over Chippo's curly locks comfortingly. "Anyone in the team - anyone on the track could've spun out or stalled the car - not everyone could've overtaken everyone on the track and gotten the team into first place-" -Your words were abruptly cut off by someone in the RV violently SHHHHHHHHing to indicate that it was still indeed 3am and people were trying to sleep. -Turning back to Chip, his expression at least looked less unhappy and more accepting - and you could feel his heartrate against your front, slowing and coming to a reasonable rate. -It was then Chip's turn to press a kiss to your forehead and mumble a thank you - i love you - turn around - spooning you before falling asleep, holding you as close to his chest as possible

Harry Lewis -He was panicking when he got onto the course, and that showed the moment he got onto the track and got overtaken my everyone else. Wailing through the microphone, screaming to get him off, practically crying into the mic where no-one could communicate to him... Bog returned feeling humiliated, embarrassed and with just a slight death wish -It was still dark when Harry returned, and you didn't hear anything until you felt the strong arm around your waist, pulling you into his body, closer, and sighing into your back as lay down next-to you in the sleeping quarters. -"I fucked it," was what you heard from behind you, before Harry's forehead pressed against your back, hiding his face from the light in shame, as he tried to also get a bit of sleep. -You knew better than to try console Harry verbally in this situation, too. -Instead, you let your hand scale over Harry's arm until you found his hand, wrapped around your middle and beneath your body - bringing it from beneath you and up to your mouth, planting a kiss to the back and interlacing your fingers with his to squeeze him, and physically reassure him. -Something close to a whine escaped his lips because he definitely did not feel comforted by the actions which he knew had the intention of placating him. -You knew what comforted him though, and you let his hands do what they needed to. -They fell down to your stomach, the section that wasn't defined with muscle and had a squish to it. -His palms massaged the pliant flesh, massaging it between each section of his palm and kneading it like a cat making biscuits, using your body like a stress ball  -It sent you to sleep. That feeling of being held and nurtured by someone you loved. And Harry was quick to sleep, too, his hands slowly slowing to just holding you and cradling your body.

Willne (second stint) -Second stint performance synopsis: The boys were horrified seeing him go out and go so slowly. The weather had reached an all time low, as had the team's performance. -"Sack of piss and shit car," Will came in and practically threw his helmet down, throwing the headset at Cal too, who accepted his fate and let the shitty plastic hit his arm. "You c'mere, Y/n, I need a rest-" -Even filled with anger, Will couldn't resist the opportunity to take a nap with you. -"Lie across me, please," Will had asked, groggy hands already trying to manoeuvre you and pull you on top of him. -You knew he liked that feeling of being compressed, and you liked Will's chest as a pillow - so you crawled on top of Will's body and let his hand fall to your back, hand grazing up and down over and over, fingernails lightly scratching and getting you addicted to his touch as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace and care away from the other boys, Will's scratching slowing to a stop until you felt air fanning across the top of your head and little snores n grumbles from your sleeping beauty

Chip (second stint) -After two hours sleep, Chip wasn't feeling happy to proceed Will's performance... Yet he outdid everyones' expectations and with the help of the rival team's technical errors... Chip seemed to be making up for Will's performance. -Chip practically received a roar of cheers and praise as he entered into the Frogs' den, and as he sat down besides you and felt you pressing your lips firmly against his cheek to cement a proud kiss to his cheek. -Your boyfriend's adrenaline and emotion was still high and furiously pumping through his body however, and that small gesture just wasn't enough for Chippo. -And so despite all the other boys that were in the room and still watching the man - Chip's arm came around the underside of your thigh and hauled you over his body so that you straddled his hips - before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and brought your lips smashing into his, meeting in the most frantic and passionate kiss which Chip was fast to insert his tongue into, sloppying and wetting the both of your lips as the boys around you eurrrggghhhhhhhed, and Cal even joked "C'mon Chippo, your performance was good but not good enough for this much PDA-"

Harry (second stint) -After being placed in first place after Matt's masterclass on the track, Harry did his absolute best not to get onto that track. Surprise; he found himself back on the track just as the rain restarted. And although Harry started perfectly, Harry's spirits were hindered as he let more and more drivers surpass him and take the first place spot.  -"Fuck off," Harry grumbled at Cal as soon as he saw the giraffe looking twat (his words, not my narration) at the race-side. -He huffed as he sat on the sofa in the group setting - right besides you. -And you could tell Harry was in a dangerous mood - meaning you were unsure whether or not to say anything to him.. -Harry answered that internal issue however, as his arms wrapped around your waist and drew you from your conversation with Chippo as he pulled you onto his lap, burying his head into the back of your shoulder where he could block all light from reaching his eyes and smell the perfume you'd worn on your pulse point to calm him down.  -You ran a hand through his hair with a blush forming across yours cheeks as you signalled to Chippo to save the conversation for later, instead working on knotting your fingers through Harold's hair and massaging the stress out of his scalp lovingly

Chip (third stint) -He went in to make up for Harry's mistakes, and managed to weasel a penalty for an opposition team... Yet also appeared to have damaged his him from the injury of the collision. Regardless, he takes the car over the final line and brings the boys their second place and podium position.  -He ran back to the side lines where his team was cheering and screaming praise at the man who had secured them a podium for their first time ever -He literally grabbed you when he got there - picking you up from the lower half and lifting you straight from your feet - spinning you around and making you clutch his shoulders as he whirled you, squeezing you tighter than ever -You were put down with a headrush that made you barely able to see, before Chip crashed his lips into yours with a bruising force that almost made you pass out as your lashes fluttered and head spun, trying to accommodate the fast pace of everything happening around you -Has you in one arm and the trophy in the other whilst taking podium photos -Puts his medal around you n gets litr the cutest photos -U see later that night an insta story Chippo's posted: some candid photo of you one of the photographers had taken when you cheered upon seeing Chip cross the finish line - in your sundress and look of ecstasy on your face -And the caption makes your heart melt: "Couldn't have done it without my good-luck girl either <3"

Calfreezy (🔞) -This brother was STRESSED the entire time. -would have u on his lap from START TO FINISH whilst sat in front of the screens n viewing station, his head resting against your shoulder as he looks past you - hands wrapped around your waist - fixated on the screen -Will squeeze + you'll feel his grip tightening whenever he gets nervous watching someone out on the track -N when he gets excited because Chip and Matt are overtaking a bunch of drivers, he'll bounce his leg happily and cause you to jump with it. -At night, when everyone's asleep in the RV and Harry was out on the track, giving you two the empty room... Cal had you feeling needy, your exhibitionist and horny thoughts turning up as you shuffled in his lap. -"C'mon Cal, no-one would know..." You'd turned around to straddle his lap - and you were gently nipping and kissing over his neck to persuade him, your body flush against his under the blanket that Matt had provided you before going to sleep himself. "Everyone's asleep and Harry's gonna be out on the track for another hour - c'mon - you need to relieve some of that stress, too-" -"Y/n I gotta stay focussed.." Cal groaned, readjusting his semi beneath his cargos, and you whined in response, rutting your hips into his and giving him absolutely no chance to compose himself. -"But Caaal, I need you.." Your words made him groan, rolling his head back and fastening his hands around your hips to stop you from grinding down onto him, because the combination of your words and his body was driving him fucking insane. -He found a compromise though. His hands wrapped around either thigh and quite literally picked you up and off from his lap - instead placing either of your knees around one of his thighs.  -"Ride my thigh then. You're really that desperate for something? Ride my thigh and thank me for it." -Already turned on - his words were practically enough to make you finish right then and there -But allowing your hands to fasten around your shoulders instead - your teeth biting down into his trapezius to muffle the moans and whimpers that fell from your lips - you humped your core furiously back and forth over his thigh -And even though he initially refused to do anything because he was so focussed on monitoring the screen, he could feel his agitation growing as with each rut of your hips you moved his cargos and created friction between his cock and the material of his trousers -Gives you max 30 seconds recovery to come down from your high before folding you over the table and fucking you whilst having you babble thank you's and pray that no-one woke up and returned to the room early.

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[bibbyboop]

Eyes • Harrison |Smut|

A/N: Right, so I have never really written smut before so uh, let's see how this goes. Just gonna keep it short and sweet for now.

Warning: Smut and cursing

•••

Those eyes.

Those fucking eyes.

Those deep, blue eyes staring into my soul as he pounded into me, blocking out every other thought in my mind. Looking into them would make anyone fall for him, but I knew that he's all mine.

You were in a daze. The mix of pleasure you were feeling and the sight of your boyfriend's eyes just inches from your face had your head spinning. A particularly hard thrust knock you out of the trance you were in.

"Love, are you all right?" Harrison questions, pausing his movements as he looks down at you. "God, was I too rough?I'm so sorry, Babe. I didn't mean to hurt you," he begins to ramble, pulling out of you slowly.

You quickly wrap your legs around his waist, stopping him from pulling out all way. "No!" You shout, not caring how needy you sound when you did so.

Harrison looks down at you confused, "What's wrong then, you've been staring at me this entire time and it's starting to worry me."

"It's just, your eyes," you moaned, looking into them. "Your fucking eyes are just so, ugh, I just can't look away."

You saw a smirk grow on Harrison's face as he slowly began to thrust into your still throbbing core. "Tell me more, love."

Unable to make coherent words come out of your mouth from the pleasure of feeling Harrison inside your aching pussy, you mutter in between moans,"It's just that, e-every time I look int- fuck into your eyes, I feel sooo safe and l-like there's nothing wrong in the world."

The combination of praise from you and the feeling of your like pussy clenching around his length, Harrison could feel his high growing closer. You weren't far behind.

It was becoming harder and harder to focus as the coil in your stomach began to tighten, causing your eyes to flutter shut and your head to fall back onto the pillow behind you. Harrison quickly noticed this change and cupped your face with one hand, causing your eyes to dart open. He whispered into you ear, "Look at me when you cum, darling." His voice dark with lust and need.

His voice alone was enough to send you over the edge. The tight knot in your stomach finally unraveled as your juices spilled onto his cock, making him twitch within you. After a few more thrusts, Harrison released inside you, prolonging your high as he rode out his.

When you both came down from your highs, Harrison collapsed on top of you, looking up at you with his ocean blue eyes. A cocky expression on his face arose as he saw how exhausted you were, "How was that, darling?" You playfully hit his arm as he stared into your eyes.

God, he's gonna be the death of me.

A/N: this was complete shite on my part, but I got the idea from one of @gottaletgopete aletgopete ‘s blurbs. She’s honestly so talented and I love her work.

[fanficobsessedchick]

ROOMATES PART TWO

James Marriott x Willne

Jamess head felt like it was being pounded by a thousand tiny hammers and his neck felt like it was weighed down boulders.He tossed and turned yet the sunlight that was barely peeking through his curtains was blinding him.Fuck it,he had to get up anyways;maybe he could make himself a cup of tea to ease his hangover.If he considered any of his previous hangovers bad ,this hangover had to be the final boss of them all.James dragged himself out of bed ocassionally holding on the walls or stumbling to his bedroom door.

He was not so far away from the kitchen-hoping somebody had already started making the tea l for their own hangover.

He just barelly glossed over the fact that Wills door open.James paused.Wills door was never open,Will was a secretive person-keeping what he did in his spare time to himself.

I mean,the only times Will would leave his door open is to air out the reeking scent of weed out of his room,and even then the door was only slightly ajar.

James couldnt dare to peek,but he did sideeye in that very dirrection to just get the idea of what was exactly the special occasion to make Will open his damn door.

Will was comfortably sanwiched in between a tall woman -who James remembered was named Nadya because she was in his literature class;and on Will right right side layed a shorter yet large and buff man who James didnt recognize.Just as James was about to continue to stand there and just stare-Will got up to get his own hangover medicine on the side of his nightable.

..........................................................................................................................

James drank his tea in silence.His brain ran reruns of old thoughts and he knew what game Will was playing,how could Will be begging him to have sex one night and then the next day Will didnt even

acknowledge him.

Will whispered something to his newfound sexual partners and they both quickly got dressed and were about to leave.

Will knew that this was the right moment to lead James on ,to make James show his true face.

Nadya was leaving out the door when he slapped her ass and she giggled at him suggestivly-you could almost tell exactly what went down last night just by her facial expression.Will moved on to the man and grabed the nape of his neck passionately kissing him goodbye.Will didnt give a shit about the pair -he lips turned from apathetic to a smirk when he noticed that James was now directing his full attention to him.

Will used people.He used men,women,just to fill a void in his head.He used anything and everything to get him out of his head.Cocaine,weed,sex and cheap vodka helped him just enough to forget.To forget everything and everyone who harmed him in the past.

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Will sat down right next to James staring blanky at his cup of tea.

"They re a nice pair arent they?Fucing great in bed too."Will commented non chalantly.

James just stared at him,he felt rage,pain and betrayal with every atom of his being.He knew Will was a person of questionable morals-but leading him on last night just to bring two cheap whores around was enough.

He slapped Will.

Wills hand flew to his now bruised and red cheek,somehow if it was any other person he would kill them.But it was James-and through the pain and blood rushing to his cheeks -the blood ran straight to his cock too.James fell for his tricks.But James was smarter than Will could imagine,James saw through Wills games and he was already one step ahead.After all they werent so much diffrent so much from eachother.

Will almost sobbed.Tears welled up in his eyes in the most delicious way.

"Get up Will."James demanded.

Will obeyed-all of his self respect flying out of the window.This was all he ever wanted-finally for someone to take control of him,to put him down to their feet.To make up for all the years of torment Will went through.

"Do you think you can bring some cheap whores around and just get away with it?"

"N-no i-im so sorry James i didnt mean t-"

James slapped him again,they could feel the tension -you could almost feel every atom in the air.Will even tried to rub his erection around Jamess leg like a bitch in heat and he could barely string his words together.

"J-james please-"

James smirked -knowing he finally broke Will in,just like he planned all along.

[eltoshaw]

NAVIGATION- eltoshaw's masterlist

🫶-fluff ❤️‍🩹-angst 💋-smut

❀ chaos crew

George Clarke

1 year-ig au 🫶

Arthur Hill

Arthur Frederick (atv)

holidays with you-ig au 🫶

♡ sidemen

Harry Lewis (W2S)

Ethan Payne (behzinga)

Simon Minter (miniminter)

Josh Zerker (zerkaa)

★ other youtubers

Will Lenney (willne)

Morgan Burtwistle (Angryginge13)

James Marriott

[fluxwriter]

You're my future. [willne]

Waking up in Will’s arms was one of your favorite things. Just like a kiss from him. Your fingers were clenched in Will’s. “Morning, love.” You kissed his forehead. A few beautiful eyes opened slowly. “A good morning, love.” He said with his morning voice. “So, why is That ?” He looked at you and he had that Confidential smile on his face. “You and nothing else.” His soft lips touched yours. It was as careful as if you were so precious and fragile to him. “Your cute.” You slipped your hand over his face. Your legs were hooked in his. “I love you.” He left small kisses on your neck. You knew Will was smiling as you could feel it in your neck. That feeling of really being in love. Not getting enough from that one person. “Love, can I play with your hair?” You almost had an obsession with his wild morning hair. “All day if you want.” He hit his arms around you and pulled you firmly against him. “I really love you.” You found yourself in such a good position that just couldn’t describe with any words what you wanted to say. To tell him I love you too. To Say you’re crazy about him. That you want this for the rest of your life every morning. Every good morning. Marry the man of your life. Talk about children and have children. At least three. Will was your future and your his. “Do you remember that one time when I stayed here for the first time?” You could see at the look on his face that he knew exactly what you were talking about. “"I mean, how can I forget those dance moves?” Pretty embarrassing, I wanted to impress Will and I decided to jump and dance out of bed. I slipped and tasted on the ground. “Well, good thing you picked me up.” Will was too busy with laughing. I gave him a slight blunt. “That hurts!” He tickled my side and skated “you are my girl.” He stopped and kissed your jaw. “No shit, sherlock!” Guessed you. Your grip behind your back for a pillow “I got you!” You planted the pillow in Will’s face. “revenge!” A pillow hit your jaw and then your other one. You got up and fell down with two pillows at once. Your laughter rattled through the room. He made you the happiest version of you. “Gee is still sleeping right?” I asked when we both climbed down on the bed. “Nope and I have filmed your little pillow fight.” She stood at the doorway with a grin on her face. “If you cuties wake me up once again, everyone can enjoy it.” She walked away and said again “it was cute.” Will wanted to say something but was having trouble. His one arm was around me. I made a funny remark to encourage him to say what he wanted “Twitter would love that!” I shook my head “y/n, we are seriously anyway, maybe it’s time we make it known.” I took Will's hand and smiled “You’re my future.”

[lilwenney]

i love that here on tumblr we care about the important things. hair and how much of it everyone has. will lenney fluff reveal campaign 2k20

our attention has been diverted from the memeulous eye reveal and face reveal to the willne fluff reveal. i'm willing to sacrifice my life and dignity to willne fluff reveal 2k20

[meeedeee]

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Fandoms: Loud Mouths (Podcast)

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