#esteban ocon fanfiction
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The Thrill Of The Chase
Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: romantic tension, fernando being a protective uncle, elena is giving mean girl vibes in this (no hate to her I just needed a plot lmao), unspoken feelings, hidden meanings, alcohol and the consumption of, hints to infidelity, symptoms of a panic attack, google translated spanish, fernando and andrea are still together in this, lance and mick are the best duo a girl can ask for.
Word Count: 4.8k
Author’s Note: dedicated to @oconso - happy birthday miss girl! <33 thank you for always being insane with me and hopefully we have many more middle of the night in sync moments lmaoooo - I hope you like this :)) also yes, I had to use your fav estie gif duhhhh
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Spanish Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.
"Esteban!” you squealed, the man wrapping his arms around you when he saw you. “P12 dude,” your hand rested on his bicep, giving it a squeeze.
“I know, could be better,” he shrugged, giving you a smile. Esteban’s hands were on your waist, his thumb passing back and forth over your side. The two of you smiled at each other in the middle of the garage without care in the world.
It was moments like this that made you realize the feelings you held for the man but then reality sets in; the sound of the drills, the smell of the gasoline, the screaming and shouting of fans.
You and Esteban were attached at the hip, the two of you were only two years apart in age but it made no difference, you were basically the same person. You catered to each other’s every need without realizing and everyone can seem to see it except for the two of you.
Now despite the romance you two found yourselves in, there were a few massive obstacles in your way.
The first big issue is the fact that your uncle, Fernando, was Esteban’s teammate.
Despite the two of them being good friends, he warned of you to be careful around Esteban and if you two were to find yourselves together, Fernando would forbid you from coming to any more races - you were sure he was joking.
Secondly, Esteban was already in a relationship.
His girlfriend Elena was a wonderful woman who cared about him deeply but according to Esteban, who confided in you more often than not, they had hit a bit of a rocky patch.
There had always been a tension between you and the driver; a sort of spark that’s deniable.
Had someone dropped a match in the garage at this, it’d go up in flames and not because of the gasoline.
“Y/n?” Your uncle calls from his end of the garage, “let’s get a snack.” He nods towards the exit of the garage.
You nod, taking a step back from Esteban but not before the Frenchman gives your side a playful pinch. You swatted his hand away, laughing as you walked away. Glancing over your shoulder, Esteban gives you a smile when your eyes meet his.
Fernando reaches for your hand, interlocking fingers with you like you were 10 years old; you were certain sometimes he forgets you weren’t.
He’d always looked out for you like you were his own, he’s been the only father figure you’ve known so you tend to give in to him when he treats you like a little kid. Your parents separated when you were young; barely 5 years old and even before that, your father was never truly present. You didn’t feel like you were missing anything but seeing all your friends with their fathers, it hurt you to know you were missing out on that. Even as a kid you sensed it was different for you than it was for other kids.
There was always one person you could count on, your tío Nando.
You couldn't fully say Fernando as a child and it came out more like Nando, the name stuck to this day.
“Tío, slow down.” You pulled your hand away from him as he practically dragged you from the garage.
More often than not, you used the pathway behind the garages and between the hospitality buildings, a secret pathway away from the cameras and the shouting fans.
The man stops in his tracks, turning around to face you. “Mija, you need to be careful.”
“Of what?” You looked down, wondering if you had stepped on a wire or something.
Fernando grabbed your hands, pulling your focus back to him. “Esteban,” he starts, giving you a warning glance. “He has a girlfriend.”
Your brows pulled together, unsure what he meant. “I know that, what are you trying to say, tío? Escúpelo por favor.” (spit it out, please.) You huffed, not up for his hidden messages today.
“Esteban might not realize what he's doing and clearly you don’t either otherwise you would stay away. Don’t get caught up with him, y/n. He’s gonna get you into trouble, don’t let him pull you in.”
“We're just friends.” You remind the man.
Fernando huffed, arms folded across his chest as he gave you a disapproving look that portrayed more of an are you serious vibe than anything else. He knew you weren’t stupid but he also remembered what it was like to be your age; falling in love happens fast.
It’s exactly what’s happening to you and he doesn't want to see you hurt.
“Tío, I'm not stupid. I know what you mean but Estie and I?” You smiled, “just friends.”
“Las amigas no se miran así, cariño.” (friends don't look at each other like that, sweetheart.)
You aren’t fully sure what he meant by that but the words hung over your head all afternoon, an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you tried to figure it out but eventually you called it quits.
No need to worry yourself about that, Esteban has a girlfriend and you two were just friends. Right?
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French Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.
P6 for tío Nando and P8 for Esteban; a good weekend for Alpine.
Esteban was happy to be in the points for his home race, a podium would be better but he’s not complaining. He had been in a good mood all weekend, he was home and his family had joined him for all 3 days; his parents and his girlfriend, Elena. The woman was a bit skeptical of you, giving you a look every now and then but you kept your distance from Esteban.
Fernando’s words rang in your head and you couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling in your stomach.
You’re on your uncle’s side of the garage, leaning on the wall as you watched them start to disassemble the car. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, hence why the Frenchman startled you when he placed his hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, a smile on his face. You give him a tight lipped one in return, his brows furrow momentarily. “You alright?” He asked, his hand still on your arm.
“Yeah,” you nod, glancing around the garage. “Congrats on P8. Massive drive, Esteban.”
That was the cherry on top of the unusually weird cake to him; you never called him Esteban. It was always Este or Estie, even Estie Bestie but you don’t call him Esteban unless you were introducing him to someone.
“Okay,” he says, brows furrowed so deeply you could see the creases on his forehead.
“What’s going on? You’ve got a weird smile on your face, you’re keeping your distance, you didn’t even give me my congratulatory hug. Are you not feeling well or something?” He rattles on options to explain your weird behaviour for another minute or so before he follows your line of sight to the blonde giggling away on the other side of the garage; Elena.
Esteban suddenly gets why you’ve been so distant towards him all weekend.
The driver looks at you, an apologetic look on his face as if he’s done something wrong by bringing his girlfriend to his home race. You shook your head, your quiet way of telling him to stop feeling sorry.
A change of topic comes when his phone buzzes in his hand. “Come to the club with us,” he says.
“Who’s us?” You asked.
“Me, Mick, Lance and Elena.”
You hummed, not really wanting to spend the evening with Esteban and his girlfriend.
Before you could answer, the girlfriend in question comes over to him, her chin on his left shoulder and her arm tossed over the right. “What’s up?” She asked him quietly, dismissing the fact that you were right there.
“I invited y/n to join us tonight.” His hand rests on hers, a smile on his face.
Elena looks at you, a look that you can’t fully make out on her face. There’s a sort of skepticism but also hatred mixed in; the nagging feeling in your stomach returns.
“Yeah,” she nods, “it’ll be fun, you should join us.”
“Okay,” you shrug, “maybe. I have to see if tío has plans for the evening. He was saying something about dinner with Andrea.”
Elena scoffs, a snicker to follow it. “You’re having dinner with your uncle?”
Your brows furrowed, looking at her unsure as to why she’s laughing. Esteban butts in before you could say anything to her, and he can’t help but notice the slight anger on your face - something only he would notice. “They’re close, babe. Just leave her alone.” He tells her, taking a step towards you and away from her.
You can’t help the smirk on your face but you clear your throat, smiling at her and Esteban. “Even if you're going to dinner, you can come after if you're up for it? Mick is coming by later because he’s going somewhere with Seb, maybe you can get a ride with him. Text him, I’m sure he’ll be happy to pick you up.”
“Yeah, okay.” You smiled.
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, Fernando wrapped up with media duties and the briefing before you both met Andrea and headed back to the hotel.
You were sat in the back, Andrea sat next to Fernando in the front. “Did you still want to do dinner, tío?” You called and he looked over at Andrea for a response.
“We were thinking it’d be nice to do dinner.” She shifts in her seat to look back at you. “Did you have plans, amor?”
“I mean.. sorta? They invited me to go to the club with them.”
“Who’s they?” Fernando asks, knowing you weren’t gonna get off the hook so easily.
It's not like you needed to give him every single detail of your life but when you ran in the same circles of Formula One drivers, there isn’t much secrecy anyways. One way or the other, he'd find out. Whether it's the photos being posted by those on the night out or the paparazzi, he'd know.
“Esteban, Elena, Mick and Lance.”
“Mija-” he starts but Andrea sets her hand on top of his that rested on her leg, “let her go, Fernando. She’s young, she doesn’t need to be stuck talking politics and race stats with us at dinner.”
The car comes to a stop at the red light. Fernando looks over his girlfriend who juts her chin at him, silently telling him to give in and then he looks into the rearview mirror, right at you.
“Just.. be careful, okay? No quiero verte lastimado.” (I don’t want to see you hurt.)
"Si claro, gracias tío.” (yeah sure, thank you uncle.)
You reached over, resting a hand on Andrea’s shoulder. “eres la mejor, tía.” (you’re the best, auntie.) The woman laughs, resting her own hand on yours.
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Mick did in fact return to the hotel to drop Sebastian off, the older German held the door open for you as you walked down, meeting them by the car. He shut it after you got into the car, Mick rolling down the window.
“You kids have fun,” Seb says, leaning down to see into the car.
“We will,” Mick smiles, “tell Hanna and the kids I said hello.”
“I will, be safe you two.”
“Bye Seb!” You waved to him as Mick pulled off.
The two of you were the first to arrive, despite showing up an hour later than they had planned. You two had a drink, settling in for a bit before they showed up. Next was Lance, whose name was attached to the booth. The 3 of you headed over there and shortly after Esteban showed up with Elena and a few of her friends.
It was a quiet night, no drama and just fun.
Mick was dancing with a girl from the bar and Lance had been chatting up some model he met. You knew Lance well enough to know he won’t be taking her home, he was a commitment type of guy. She was just for the night, well more like just for the club.
You sat by the railing, watching the people squished together on the dance floor, jumping along to the beat. Someone walks over, sitting next to you.
Esteban.
The man hands you a glass, the smell alone was enough to make your head spin. “Jesus, did you dump the whole vodka bottle in here?”
Esteban chuckled, “I put what was left, too strong?” He looks at you, watching your face grimace as you take a sip. “I appreciate the sentiment but this is disgusting.” The two of you laughed when you set the glass down.
“Where's your other half?” You asked, he took a sip of his water before nodding towards the other side of the booth. Elena was there with her friends, the 3 of them taking photos.
“In the middle of a photoshoot,” he raises his brows, taking another sip of his water.
You hum, reaching over to the table. You poured two shots out, offering one to Esteban who politely declined by shaking his head. “Don’t drink, remember?”
“Right,” you downed the contents on one glass and set it down. “Forgot you’re a goody two shoes,” you downed the other one.
Esteban gave you a confused look but brushed it off, laughing at your comment. “I’m not a goody two shoes.”
You shrugged, sitting next to him and Esteban looked over at you. The two of you weren’t club people, he went out more than you did but this isn’t your scene.
His knee nudges yours, causing you to look over at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You seem.. distant? You’ve been off all weekend, y/n.”
“Esteban-” he cuts you off with a groan, “there you go again! What is it with you and my name?”
An exasperated look on your face, arms folded across your chest. “What do you want me to call you, Esteban ?”
“Something other than my name, y/n.”
“You just called me by my name.”
“I’m sorry.” He says.
“What for ?” You asked, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the man next to you.
Esteban looks over at his girlfriend and then back to you again; there he goes. He needed to stop this, it was a terrible habit for him to develop. He should know there was no need for him to be apologizing for his girlfriend being there.
He didn’t owe you anything, despite him feeling like he did.
“Esteban-” You start but he stops you, resting a hand on top of yours.
Your hand sandwiched between the cold leather of the seat and the warmth of his large hand, he looks at you, like really looks at you; his eyes meet yours and it's like everything around you fades away.
“It should be you instead.”
The words catch you off guard. You looked at Esteban, brows furrowed and a look of surprise on your face.
You aren’t given a moment to respond or even wrap your head around it before Elena was coming over, shouting her boyfriend’s name.
“Come take a photo with me!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him up from his seat. She seems to miss the look of utter shock on your face. Elena looks around for her friends to take the photo but sees that they’ve run off to dance.
“Here,” she passed the phone, practically forcing it into your hand. “Take it for us?” You can’t exactly say no when she’s staring you down.
“Uh- yeah okay.” You get up, following them a few steps.
Her arms wrapped around his middle, his hand on her hip. Elena smiled at the camera, leaning into her boyfriend and despite Esteban looking in the direction of what seems to be the camera, his eyes were fixed on you. They were burning into your skin, every passing glance left a mark that once made you feel loved but now made you feel confused and above all else, disgusting.
How could you allow yourself to fall so in love with a man that you knew could never be yours?
“Here you go,” you handed the phone over to her, taking a step away from them. Before Esteban gets the chance to say anything, you’re off towards the bar.
Mick was there, the woman he was once dancing with had now vanished. “You alright?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.
He smiles at you, nodding. “Legs hurt,” he swings them back and forth off the side of the stool.
“I think I'm gonna head home.”
“Are you alright?” He asked, turning around to fully face you.
“Yeah,” you smiled, “just tired.”
Mick knew you well enough to know something was up, he could see it from the moment he picked you up but he knew better than to dig at you. You’d speak to him when you were ready.
“Do you need a ride?” He goes to stand but you stop him. “I’ll be okay. You stay, have fun.”
“Get back safely!” He called after you, waving as you walked out.
The night was breezy, a welcomed change from the blazing hot sun you had been getting all weekend. You sat on the bench, waiting for your Uber to arrive and you couldn't help the sickening feeling creeping up the back of your throat.
You swallowed the feeling as best as you could, your fingers rubbing- digging into your sternum the entire ride back to the hotel.
By the time you get out of the elevator, your eyes are filled with tears, making it impossible to find the key you had tossed in your purse. The shots of tequila were kicking in, your head spinning and your heart pounding out of your chest as you stumbled through the hallways. A hand dragged across the hideously beige walls, ones you can’t bring yourself to pay much attention to; the sight of them alone reminds of you puking and you were nauseous enough.
The hand moves from the beige wall to the brown wooden door in front of you.
“Y/n?” Andrea freezes in her spot when she opens the door. “Fernando!!” She pulls you into the room, her arm over your shoulders as she leads you over to the couch.
The man looks over his shoulder, getting up when he sees his niece in tears. His hands cup your cheeks, looking at you with a display of fatherly concern - a look you hadn’t seen since your teen years.
“Cariño, ¿qué pasó?” (sweetheart, what happened?) He asks you, moving you to sit with him as Andrea gets you a glass of water.
“I feel so stupid,” you sniffled, leaning into your uncle. “Tío, he doesn’t even.. I mean, I don’t even know how to feel. He makes me feel so stupid.”
Fernando rubbed your arm softly, brushing some of your hair away from your face. “You’re young, mija.. and in love.”
“No!” You huffed, sitting up a little too quickly.
He grabbed your arm to steady you, holding back his laughter when he saw the ‘angry’ face you’ve put on. It reminds of him when you were a little girl, you’d get upset with him for being away for too long - you had yet to understand that he needed to be away for work. When he’d show you all the fun treats and souvenirs he’d brought back for you, all was forgiven and he was back in your good graces.
“Y/n,” he starts but you stop him.
“I'm not in love with him. I hate him.”
Your uncle scolded you, “don’t say that! Hate is a strong word, mi amor. You're drunk, you don’t mean it.”
“I do!” You pulled your lips together, holding back the urge to cry again. Fernando pulled you into him, rubbing your back as you broke down into tears for what felt like the millionth time since you’ve arrived.
“I hate him.”
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Abu Dhabi Grand Prix Weekend, 2022.
It had been a long weekend, not just for Alpine but for the entire paddock.
Sebastian has announced his retirement from Formula One the morning of media day for the Hungarian Grand Prix which sent the media and the paddock into a frenzy.
The biggest question that was left was who would be replacing Sebastian come the 2023 season?
Little did anyone know, it was your tío Nando.
It was well overdue; Esteban and Fernando had a bit of squabble during the Hungarian Grand Prix and it caused a nasty shift in the team and the way those two behaved towards each other. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and partly responsible for what happened.
Esteban had a feeling you were upset with him and he attempted to speak to you that weekend in Hungary but you ignored him to the best of your abilities. Fernando seemed to realize that Esteban wasn’t taking the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him and he took on your battle for you.
Fatherly intuition you could say.
Your uncle took your detachment from his French teammate personally, so much so that he upped and left the team; now it wasn’t the only factor but it was a factor.
After the weekend in Hungary, they went into summer break aka silly season. Fernando and Aston announced that he would be joining the team and you avoided the paddock once they returned from break.
Tío Nando begged you to come to the final race. You and your mother, along with your grandparents had joined him in Abu Dhabi.
Now your uncle loved you like a daughter and he'd never put you in an uncomfortable position. He made sure to ask if you’d be okay with being there, given that had happened between you and Esteban.
As much as he wanted you to be there, he'd never put you somewhere you didn’t want to be.
You assured him you'd be fine and you were, you just avoided the Frenchman like the plague.
The final race had ended, the media was now focused on Sebastian’s departure and everyone was trying to grab a few seconds with the man. You on the other hand, had made sure to speak to him prior to the race start as well as pop over and say hello to Hanna and the kids.
Fernando was still at Alpine, saying his final goodbye to the team and staff, your mother and grandparents were inside, hiding from the humidity.
You were sitting on a trolley in the corner of the garage, one of the mechanics had offered you a ride through the back of hospitality buildings on his way back from who knows where. You had hopped on and were left sitting there when he stopped the trolley to go do his job.
The man who you had been avoiding spots you, waving to you with a smile on his face. You couldn't look away fast enough and made eye contact with him but you didn’t wave back.
It struck Esteban as odd, he wasn’t sure why you’d been avoiding him. Fernando was leaving, you could speak to him without your uncle getting upset.
Your phone was on your lap, the screen lights up and the buzzing caught your attention, causing you to look down.
From Estie Bestie: You’re the one thing I’m going to miss about Fernando.
To Estie Bestie: That’s a nice way of saying you won’t miss him.
From Estie Bestie: I won’t but I’ll miss you.
To Estie Bestie: You shouldn’t.
From Estie Bestie: Why not?
To Estie Bestie: For starters, you have a girlfriend.
From Estie Bestie: Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean we can’t be friends. You’re my friend, Y/n.
To Estie Bestie: Friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me, Esteban.
You left it at that, not bothering to check if he responded. You stuck the phone in your pocket when your uncle walked over, helping you up. “Why are you on the trolley?” He asked, looking at you a bit confused.
You shrugged, smiling. “Why not?”
The man chuckled, “¿estas bien?” (you're okay?) He asked, his hand resting on your shoulder.
You nodded, the smile stays on your face. “Sí, claro.” (yes, of course.)
“Good,” he smiles. You tell him you’re heading outside, you wanted to see Mick before he left and Fernando says okay, letting you go without a question. Truthfully, you couldn’t wait to get out of that garage; despite the massive space, you felt like you were suffocating after the exchange with Esteban.
You had only gotten a few steps outside the garage when someone shouts for you; “y/n! Wait up!”
You knew the voice from the moment you heard it and yet, you looked over your shoulder to see the one person you had been trying to escape.
Speak of the devil.
You stopped, waiting for him to catch up with you. You’d think for a man that was 70% legs that he’d move a bit faster.
Finally, he reached up to you, huffing as he caught his breath. Your brows furrowed, the judgement evident on your face. “Don’t look at me like that.” He chuckled, a smile on his face that warmed your heart.
You almost forget you’re supposed to be staying away from him.
“What do you want, Esteban ?”
The man rolled his eyes at the use of his name. “I wanted to ask, what did you mean when you said friends don’t look at friends the way you look at me?”
You couldn't believe his cluelessness but you stood there, “you look at me in a way that.. you shouldn’t be.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that you have a girlfriend, Esteban. You shouldn't be looking at me like that.”
“Like what, y/n?” He pried, wanting to get to the bottom of this.
He was getting on your nerves, you just snapped. “Like you fucking want me, Esteban! I'm sick and tired of this, we can't keep doing this. I can’t be in love with you when you don’t love me.”
A look of relief on his face, a smile on his lips and you were confused, frozen in spot as he stepped closer to you. “Who told you I don’t love you, hm?”
Your eyes met his. “You don’t.”
“I do,” he sighs, “god, you have no idea how much I love you, y/n.”
“Esteban-” “Shut up, don’t call me that.”
You looked at the man in front of you, his hand was warm when it mets your cheek. You could see the wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiles and the curve of his nose.
It took everything in you not to reach out to him.
“We can’t.” You whispered, the noise filled the surrounding but it felt as if it was just the two of you, not a single soul could pull you away from each other.
Esteban leans into you, his lips ghost over yours. “We can, y/n. We can.”
His lips met yours, and not to be dramatic, you truly felt as if this was what you were waiting for; if fireworks could pop now, they would. His free hand reaches for your lower back, pulling you flush against him and your hand rests on his jaw, not ever wanting to let go of the man.
But alas, it was not in the cards for you two.
You took a step back, his hand remained on your back as did your hand on his jaw. The look on your face said everything you needed to and he nodded, a sad smile on his face.
“I’m sorry-” before you can continue, he stops you. “I know.” He turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm, his own hand holding yours.
Your hand pulls away as you take a few steps back. The man watched as you walked off, turning back once to look at him.
You stopped for a moment and something in Esteban held out hope; hope that you'd run back to him and change your mind, that you'd figure it out together.
But instead, you spoke the final words he'd ever hear from you.
“Goodbye Esteban.”
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ditty and estie greet the world || eo31 scenario
dad!esteban ocon x mom!ofc (british royal!ofc) ft. ocon!baby
POTENTIAL EXTENSION TO THE ROYAL RESEMBLANCE (SMAU)
Summary: Diana ‘Ditty’ Ocon made her presence known to the formula one world as a two year old during the FIA prize giving ceremony. Her sweetness, however, was what encouraged her parents Albertine and Esteban to show the world her capabilities as a shy toddler.
Content warning: dad!Esteban content 😚, fluff, based on an idea I brought up to a moot, shitty French translation, Lissie Mackintosh segment, shy toddler being cheered on, OFC and baby resembles Princess Diana
Note: Having an Oscar Piastri brain rot atm but I need to get wholesome dad!F1 driver out of my system. I’m currently restraining my brain from writing more smut rn.
My friend would’ve gotten twenty dollars from me if Ferrari won this race but noooo they didn’t soooo. Enjoy xx
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“Tu es très jolie, Ditty ! Maman t'a-t-elle habillée?” You look very pretty, Ditty! Did Mummy dress you up?
“Mummy m'habille!” Mummy dress me! The little girl who sat on the Alpine driver’s lap grinned toothily at her father, babbling at her parents as she continued to speak, “Papa, rentre bientôt chez toi?” Go home soon?
“Darling,” Albie laughed heartily, “Nous venons de quitter l'hôtel!” We just left the hotel.
“But go home soon?” Diana Marie-François Elisabeth Ocon-Khelfane, or Ditty to most, was a delightful little girl. Her great uncle Charles Spencer recalled his eldest sister’s childhood photos and how much resemblance did Ditty have to Princess Diana. Everyone in Esteban and Albertine’s family knew that, much like Albie, Ditty was a carbon copy of Diana Spencer.
Though if you were to ask anyone, Ditty was more like Diana than Albie was. Ditty was more reserved and shy— she had gotten her personality from Esteban, who often took a while to get used to new people before warming up to them. It was no wonder why Estie and Ditty made the bestest of friends— they liked to attach themselves to each other AND to Albie.
“We’re not going home soon, pretty,” Albie told Ditty gently, fixing her daughter’s bow as the girl continued to look up with the brightest blue eyes to have ever existed. Her eyes, no matter how bright, were shaped like her father’s— so no one could really oppose and say that she wasn’t her father’s daughter. “Papa’s going to get his award soon, no? We’ll be there for Papa, Ditty.”
“A- ‘wawd?” Ditty’s brows furrowed a little as she looked up at Estie with a puzzled look. “What is ‘ward?”
“C'est quand vous avez fait quelque chose de vraiment, vraiment bien et que vous en obtenez quelque chose de bon,” It’s when you do something really really good that you get something good out of it. Esteban explained to Ditty with a grin.
“Like you eating your veggies,” Estie continued. “What does Mummy give you?”
“Pain au choc’lat?”
“Oui, mon bebe,” Estie nodded. “Except Papa’s getting something else. Not pain au chocolat!”
Apparently, it was going to be a struggle— getting Ditty to socialize with everyone around them. It took Albie a while to unattach the toddler in her arms.
Only for the girl to cling to Esteban as she hid her face away from the press and other people. She kept her hands wrapped around Estie’s neck as her blonde hair appeared in the pictures, journalists and photographers asking Estie and Albie to pose for the cameras. They didn’t relent, allowing Ditty to hide her little cherub face away for a brief moment as the couple waved and smiled.
Albie, realizing that she had the little mouse plush on her hand (one that Ditty called ‘Cheese’), put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder gently and caught the toddler’s attention. “Want your friend Cheese, Dit?”
Ditty lifted her face off her dad’s shoulder for a brief moment and nodded, “Mewci, Mummy,” before hiding away again.
Estie and Albie exchanged looks and chuckled, amused at their daughter’s demeanour.
“Ditty, bebe,” Estie told the girl, “Cheese wants to say hi to everyone. You want to wave too?”
“Oh, I want to say hi, indeed, Papa!” Albie mimicked a different voice, as if she was pretending to be Cheese. “Pouvons-nous dire bonjour ensemble, Ditty?” Can we please say hi together, Ditty?
“See? He wants to wave— show him, like this—“ Estie smiled at the cameras and waved. Albie followed along, cameras flashing as they smiled.
Slowly but surely, Ditty’s hand began to wave. She hadn’t realized that Cheese was on her hand, but she was doing what her Mummy and Papa were doing. That was enough for her.
And when they reached the F1 host for the red carpet, Ditty went back to hiding. This time, she clutched Cheese in her hand as Esteban got interviewed by Lissie Mackintosh.
“This is actually amazing— seeing you in P3 in the championship’s. I’m quite happy to see you become successful this season,” Lissie complimented Esteban. “Are you looking forward to the next one? Do you know what your next steps are?”
“I— I’m actually really excited for the next season,” Esteban grinned, not even aware that he’s carrying her daughter in his arms as he continued to answer. “With how things went with the car and successful communication between my team and I, I thought that it gave me more confidence to move on with the next season. And even if there will be a struggle, I know that we’ll be able to sort it out.”
“I like that,” Lissie nodded before she noticed the girl hiding away in Esteban’s arms. The host continued to ask regardless, “But for now you’re just here to celebrate your successes and you’ll be getting your prize for the P3. And I can tell that you’re here with your family too! How amazing is that!”
“—Mrs. Albertine Ocon, it’s very nice to see you,” Lissie continued as the royal princess smiled and greeted back. “It’s been quite a handful this season, huh? I’m very glad to see you back in the Formula One celebrations and events— we’ve missed your presence in the paddock.”
“Ah yes,” the British princess chuckled, “just because I was gone for a while it didn’t mean I wasn’t doing anything.”
“We all know that,” Lissie rolled her eyes playfully. “You probably had been working harder than your husband in here!”
“Hey!” Esteban laughed alongside the two women before he nodded in agreement, “Well, I can’t really deny that! This little darling right here was a hard work made by Albie and me but… Albie’s done more to help her grow, you know?”
Speaking of the devil…
Ditty Ocon finally grew tired of hiding away as she lifted her head and looked in front of her, cowering under the watchful eyes and camera pointed at her and her family before she hid again.
Esteban chuckled and reassured, “No, no, it’s okay, bebe! Just wave! Like we did!”
Ditty, feeling a bit hesitant, waved lightly and continued to clutch Cheese the mouse in her hand.
“You look absolutely beautiful!” Lissie complimented the girl with a grin, trying to be as chill to allow the girl to grow comfortable with her. “Can you tell us what your name is?”
Ditty looked at her parents as she hid her face from everyone, earning soft chuckles and a series of ‘awww’ from her surroundings.
Everyone already knew that she was Princess Diana in the making with the shyness that she showed everyone.
But Esteban and Albertine Ocon weren’t about to let her meekness get in the way of her opportunity to be friendly to others.
Esteban started, “It’s okay if you want to speak French, mon ange.”
He looked back at Lissie, “She prefers talking to people in French first before English.”
“Ah,” Lissie nodded.
“It’s okay, darling,” Albie cooed quietly, tucking the girl’s hair behind her ears as the princess continued, “they're nice people. We talk to them.”
“Can you say… ‘je’…” Esteban instructed his daughter.
Ditty, with all her capabilities at the moment, had mumbled to the microphone, “Je…”
“Suis…”
“Su’…”
“…Ditty.”
“…D—tty,” the girl mumbled with lack of confidence.
“Je suis Ditty!” Esteban repeated with a grin, his smile infecting the girl as she enthusiastically repeated this time with, “Je suis Di-tty!” I am Ditty!
Rounds of applause were heard and given as they applauded the girl’s words. Estie and Albie both grinned as they praised Ditty.
“Good job, my girl!” Albie exclaimed with a wide, supportive smile.
“Très bon, bébé!” Very good, baby! Estie hyped up Ditty as he clapped his hands.
Ditty looked around her and grinned, her little hands now clapping as she clapped for herself.
Yeah… she could get used to this. Maybe her meekness will grow and she’ll become a confident girl like her mother and grandmother were.
All she needed was to be provided with endless support. This was what Esteban and Albertine Ocon were here for.
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seat-fitting - Esteban Ocon (SFS24)
Y/N x Esteban Ocon
Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching
you're joining Esteban after the first training session of the new season x
word count: 1470+
taglist: @game-set-canet
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The roar of engines reverberates through the crisp air as the first race weekend of the season kicks off. In the heart of the racing circuit is the Alpine Garage, a hive of activity and anticipation.
Esteban, a seasoned professional racing driver with a passion for speed coursing through his veins, just finished his first training session of the weekend. As Esteban's girlfriend, you have a front-row seat to the exhilarating world of Formula 1. He glides his sleek racing car back into the garage, causing your heart to pound in excitement.
Esteban emerges from the car, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and determination. His team surrounds him, offering congratulations for a successful training session, and you watch with admiration as he strolls through the garage, commanding attention with his presence alone.
His racing suit hugs his form perfectly, accentuating his athletic physique, and even beneath the helmet, you sense the grin you know is plastered across his face.
As he finally removes the helmet, revealing a red, sweaty face adorned with a smile, your heart swells with pride and affection.
Your eyes lock, and his warm smile washes over me like a wave, melting away any lingering tension. With a sense of longing, he closes the distance between you, his hands finding their place on my waist as he draws you into his embrace.
"How was it out there?" You ask, unable to tear your gaze away from his beautiful eyes.
Esteban's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "It was incredible!" he exclaims, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face. "The car felt good, like it was gliding on rails. The speed, the control—it's like nothing else."
You can feel his heart still pounding beneath your hand as it rests on his chest. "You were really flying out there." You remark, a proud smile tugging at your lips.
"It's a rush like no other," he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. "I can't wait for Sunday."
As he leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. It tickles when your soft lips meet, and you melt into a gentle kiss.
Together, you walk hand in hand toward his motorhome, a sanctuary amid the chaos of the racing circuit.
As the two of you walk through the bustling paddock, you can't help but take in the electrifying atmosphere that surrounds you. The smell of rubber is heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of engines roaring in the distance.
People hurry about, their faces alight with excitement, while a few other drivers make their way back to their quarters as well for a well-deserved break.
You pause for a moment to soak it all in, feeling a rush of nostalgia wash over you. You missed the adrenaline-fueled energy of the racing world.
"Sensational. Isn't it." Esteban whispers in your ear.
"Yeah." You breathe barely hearable before you keep going until you arrive at his motorhome.
Inside, Esteban indulges in a moment of intimacy, inviting you closer and allowing you to feel the fabric of his racing suit. His scent is hovering in the air all around you, engulfing the two of you fully as you place a hand on his chest.
Your fingers gilde along the smooth material, tracing the contours of his body before lingering on the zipper. With a gentle touch, you begin to unzip his suit.
As Esteban shrugs off the upper half of his racing attire, you're greeted by the sight of his chest encased in tight fireproofs. His muscles ripple beneath the fabric, slinging around his form like a second skin.
With a sense of reverence, you reach out and stroke his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your fingertips.
He watches you closely, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of desire and affection. You can sense the pleasure he takes in your touch—the way his breathing quickens ever so slightly as your hand moves across his chest.
Sensing your admiration, he grins and flexes his arms, another invitation to feel the power of his muscles. With a delighted smile, you oblige, running your hands over the defined outlines of his arms, marveling at their strength and resilience.
He savors the sensation of your hands exploring his muscles; a content smile graces his lips as he licks them. The warmth of your touch sends waves of pleasure through him, and he can't help but revel in every move of your fingers.
With each caress, he feels a deep sense of connection with you, and his body craves more.
As Esteban leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. "You look so good," you tell him, running your fingers through the stubble. "I'm glad you kept it for this weekend."
Esteban growls and chuckles softly. "Yeah, I thought I'd switch things up a bit," he replies, his voice filled with warmth. "But it's nothing compared to how good you look in that team gear."
You blush at the compliment, feeling a surge of affection for the man who never fails to make you feel special.
Unable to resist teasing Esteban a little, you stroke his chest through his firerpoof undergarments, eliciting a guttural chuckle from him. With a playful glint in his eyes, he undulges your antics, amused by your affectionate gesture.
"Come on." He nods toward the sofa, inviting you to sit down with him. As you settle on it, you can't help but admire the sight of him in his racing gear again. It had been too long since you last saw him like this, and you missed it more than you realized. He looks every bit like the professional athlete you fell in love with.
Easily, you begin to climb on top of him, sitting down on his lap., facing him, and he chuckles, his hands finding their place on my waist.
"What are you doing?" Esteban asks, a smile playing on his lips.
"It's my seat fitting," you reply with a grin, leaning in to kiss him.
As your lips meet, you run a hand across his firm chest, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of the moment.
He moves a little, trying his best for the two of you to be the most comfortable. At the same time, you steady yourself, feeling all of his chest tensing more and more.
"Mhmm." He purrs happily right into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine.
Your body presses against his strong frame, and he makes sure to hold you close, kissing you with his tongue and spreading his familiar taste all over your mouth. His hands are stroking the small of your back, giving you goosebumps.
"This feels... so good." A guttural, quiet moan escapes his lips. "I'm so hard." Esteban chuckles, moving his crotch slightly.
As you feel his desire bulging underneath, you lick your lips, separating yourself from his just enough to meet his gaze.
"All the same, Estie." You shake your head, eliciting another chuckle from him.
"It's not my fault you're so gorgeous." He replies, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking you with his thumb, causing your face to flush with color again.
"You're the one to talk." You smirk, running a hand through his messy hair and his tickling stubble.
Leaning in close, you whisper in his ear, encouraging him to push even harder on the next session.
"You're doing amazing out there," you murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "But I know you've got even more in you."
Esteban's eyes meet yours, filled with a playful spark.
"And when you do," you reply, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips, "there is a special reward for you."
Running both of your hands down his firm chest, acorss his nipples piercing through his shirt and his muscles rippling through the fabric of his undergarments.
He draws a deep breath when your hand reaches his crotch, tracing the outlines of his member bulging inside his suit.
Esteban's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a teasing glint dances in his eyes. "Oh, really?" he teases, his hands tightening around your waist.
You nod, leaning in to whisper your promise in his ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine. With a grin, Esteban pulls you close, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
In response, you grab him tightly, causing him to growl deeply, his voice carrying a longing desire.
He grinds his hips against your hand, enjoying the feeling of your hand on his length.
"I can't wait." Esteban breathes into you before letting out a low groan, leaning his head back against the sofa cushions.
Pressing a finger on his lips, you smile.
"It will be worth it."
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YELLOW TULIPS | Esteban Ocon (I)
Esteban Ocon x gasly!fem!reader
(pictures are from pinterest)
Summary: You are Pierre’s twin and Esteban and Pierre don’t get along, which is a deadly combo for when you and Esteban like each other.
Word count: 879.
Warnings: None.
Part II Part III
You slowly opened the cabinet, your hands trying to reach for a small bag on the top. To your disappointment, you weren’t tall enough to reach. Why the hell did he put it at that height? Your hand was dancing there pointlessly.
“Need help?” A male voice called you behind. You turned around and saw a very tall man standing, his hands on his hips. You instantly recognized him. “Esteban?” He nodded. "And you are..." he raised his eyebrows, "Y/N?" His eyes glint as he recognised you.
You saw him last time when you were fourteen. You used to see Pierre go-karting many years ago. You had a teeny-tiny crush on Esteban and you knew he was also smitten by you. After that, you were too busy to attend the races and support your brother. Not this year.
“Yes, and I would really need your help,” you said, pointing to the bag on the shelf. “Yeah, sure.”
His hand easily reached the bag and he handed it to you. Yeah, the tallest driver on the grid.
“Thank you.” He smiled at you and then reached for another bag on the next shelf.
“Will you be there at the race?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you nodded, your eyes darting to his pink lips.
“Uh Huh!” You both broke eye contact when you heard someone clear their throat. You turned your neck.
“Hey, Esteban,” Pierre said with a smile, probably a fake one, “I see, you’ve already met my sister.”
You could clearly see the tension between the two. Pierre doesn’t like you talking to Esteban. Or seeing him at all. He probably saw how you were looking at his lips.
“They were looking for you at the hospitality.”
“Yeah, I was just here to get my bag, I am coming.”
“You should leave, I will be after you.”
“Yep,” he said to Pierre then turned to you, “Okay, see you later.”
You gave him a smile, “Yeah.”
Pierre raised his eyebrows in suspicion. Esteban grabbed his bag and left.
“Why were you here?” He asked.
“For my bag.”
“And what were you doing with him?”
“I couldn’t reach it as it was kept on the top shelf. So, he helped me.” You replied.
He looked around and gave a long sigh. You knew what message he was trying to convey.
“So… I’ll see you after the race. You know where you have to be.” He said as he left.
Esteban was a cute little boy back then. Pierre introduced you to him. He was very energetic. He gave you a yellow tulip and they were your favourite flowers. You were so happy that you gave him a kiss on his cheek which angered your brother. When you and Pierre returned home, he scolded you. And you had never seen Esteban after until today.
You reached the paddock where the others were. You had to reach Pierre but you couldn’t find him. You got lost amongst the busy workers when you bumped into a tall stature.
“Y/N? You arrived!” Esteban squealed which made some head turns. You silently hoped that Pierre didn’t hear him squeal after seeing you arrive. You loved your brother, and he cared about you way too much than required.
“Yeah,” you nodded nervously, “good luck for your race, see you afterwards.” You started leaving when he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. He dropped your hand when you both had eye contact. “Y/N,” he spoke softly, “I am happy to see you after all these years.” His eye darted to your lips and he probably had started to lean.
“Ocon!” A voice had called him.
“See you.” He said as he left. You noticed a note in your hand. It had a cell number written on it and a message.
Text me later- E.
You knew you were there to support your brother, but your eyes were always on car number 31. You sighed in relief when you saw him ending at P6.
You saw his interview was over and he was free. You decided to text the number.
To Esteban: I noticed how sneaky you were in these matters, giving your number to me. Btw, it’s Y/N.
You hit send and off the phone, not sure if he will get the message or not.
Your phone dings a few minutes later.
From Esteban: Meet me in the paddock.
You knew Pierre was last so you had some time before he arrives back. You quickly went and saw him, his arms wide open for you to embrace him. You sprinted into his arms as he closed his arms around, and you wrapped your arms around his torso. You stayed in his arms for a while, listening to his heartbeat.
Both of you pulled away.
“Will you hang out afterwards?” He asked.
“Anyone else with you?”
“Nope. Maybe Lance. I am not sure if he is willing to hang out today.”
“Then swing around by eight. It won’t be bad to have Lance around.”
“See you later then.” He replied as you leave, waving goodbye.
It was good to see him after all these years. You felt a fire catching on your old crush on him and didn’t have a problem with it. But your brother will surely have.
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Secret, but not Private (Instagram AU)
Pairing: Group 1:
Post 1: Mick Schumacher x Reader
Post 2: Lance Stroll x Reader
Post 3: Esteban Ocon x Reader
All pictures are from Instagram, Pinterest, or Tumblr
@/mickschumacher Happy birthday, babe! Hope you had a great year and an even better one next. Here's to many more memories made at 24. Love you! <3
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sebastianvettel Happy Birthday!
mickshumacher She says thanks!
user1 Who is she?
charles_leclerc Happy B-day, Mick's mystery girl
@/lance_stoll Happy 3 year anniversary, love. I have had a great few years with you and I hope for many more. See you later today and don't forget I love you! <3
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pierregasly Have a nice date, lover boy
estebanocon Congrats, Lance!
user2 Has anyone figured out who this might be?
user3 No, I don't think so. They have been keeping the relationship on the down low
@/estebanocon Happy 25th to my amazing girlfriend! Thank you for keeping me company (and helping me stay sane) during races and the off-season. Hope you have a great year. I love you so much!
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lance_stroll Happy 25th! Esteban, you better treat her for dealing with you all the time
estebanocon Hey! I'm not that annoying
mickschumacher Key Word: "that". Anyway, tell her happy birthday for me.
estebanocon Rude... I will
user4 She is super pretty. Does anyone know her @?
user5 No. They have a very private relationship. I don't think anyone, outside of the drivers, knows who she is
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-Christmas markets-
summary : you and esteban go on a date and visit the christmas markets...
PAIRING : esteban ocon x fem!reader
WARNINGS : none
note : i hope you like this one!
december masterlist ; masterlist
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Snowflakes were falling down, the roads were filled with snow and people who were walking to and from the supermarkets. It looked just like in a Christmas movie, a dream, your dream.
Just like the people, you were walking hand in hand with Esteban to the Christmas markets. You had planned this date for weeks and finally the time came to go to the markets.
And at the beginning of the supermarket, you wandered around looking at the different stands. The first stop was at the food stand, where you could buy chocolate covered fruits.
You picked ou fruits, that you knew the both of you would like and in the meantime, your boyfriend, Esteban, walked to the mulled wine stand and bought the cups.
Where you met, the table was on the side where you had already been waiting. Esteban came to you with the two cups of mulled wine and placed them on the table.
"I hope you like the fruits I decided on, I brought grapes and strawberries, which one do you want?" You asked him, as an answer, Esteban smiled and grabbed the grapes out of your hands.
"Thank you love."
"Of course."
At your answer, Esteban came closer to you, pulled into his side and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You laid your head on his shoulder, while the mulled wine warmed your hands and throat.
"I love you, este."
"I love you, my pretty girl."
You stayed like that for a while until your cups were empty and the fruits were eaten, Esteban brought the cups back to the stand and got the deposit for the cups.
At the stand you and Esteban started walking again, hand in hand, well you were hanging on his arms like a clinging kid. You walked a few meters until you found porcelain to look at. It was a Christmas set, of course.
You looked at a few sets and then decided on a white and red one. They would look beautiful at party and dinner. You bought them and then walked further to other stands.
Almost at the end of the Christmas markets, you had seen a few animals. Sheep, horses, goats and donkeys to look at and take pictures of, They looked absolutely adorable.
Looking at them for a while, taking pictures of you, the animals alone, and you with the animals. You fed them and a second later, fans were running to Esteban and asking for pictures.
You step away, as you didn't want to be in the pictures, not because you didn't want to be seen with him but because this was what he liked but not what you did. Not only that, but you liked to keep your relationship as private as it could be.
Fortunately, some minutes later, the fans were satisfied, and you could go and walk further through the markets. The last stop was at a booth where you could win gifts.
And of course, Esteban could not resist playing and winning a gift for you. At this booth, you had to throw craft balls into the basket. The more you hit, the bigger gifts you could receive.
And knowing Esteban, he only wanted to win the best and biggest thing for you. He always wanted to spoil you, but if he could prove to you how good he is, that's a plus point for him.
Just as you said, that he would hit a lot of points, it happened and, of course, he won the biggest teddy bear there was and gave it to you with a kiss on your forehead and the biggest grin you had ever seen.
But of course you couldn't reconcile it with your ego, so you decided to play too. In the end, you weren't as good as him, of course, but you were still able to win him a prize and that was all that mattered.
As you were finished, you walked back to the car. You with the big teddy, which you had hugged to you tightly, and Esteban with the porcelain and his won price.
"I think that this has been one of the best dates we ever had."
"I agree."
"I hope that this will forever last."
"I hope so too, lovie."
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Not sure if its drabble but pierre and esteban working out their differences in a threesome with you?
"There is absolutely no way."
You thought you had made yourself clear when the proposal had been made by a very flirty but very drunk Pierre, back in the club you'd been celebrating Alpine's double podium at.
"C'mon. We deserve it," Pierre had grinned, lazily stroking your bare arm with his index finger. "We worked so hard. We've been good to each other. We were nice boys, like you told us to be."
"And? You think you deserve a golden star sticker?" You snickered.
"Not a golden star sticker. Just you on all four between us two," Pierre slurred.
"Quit pestering her," Esteban appeared on your side, draping an arm around your shoulders.
"See, I won't even tell him he's annoying when he's trying to be the nice guy!" Pierre defended himself.
"Me? The nice guy?" Esteban snickered.
"Yes, you're like.. A church boy, really," Pierre sighed.
"I could make her come in half the time you'd need," Esteban prided himself.
"Okay, then prove it!"
"You just forget that I said no," You rolled your eyes, shrugging Esteban's arm away from your shoulders.
"I wasn't even asking for only me," Pierre groaned, crossing his arms on his chest. "Esteban, you were included in the plans. Because we were nice to each other this weekend. I thought it'd be nice to keep sharing good times, actually."
"See, that's where you should have started instead of telling me I was annoying," Esteban grinned. "So? Your room or one of ours?"
"Guys, quit it, I mean it," You blushed.
"As if we didn't see your eyes linger on Esteban's chest when he's changing in the garage," Pierre smiled.
"Or on Pierre's ass whenever you can, actually," Esteban added.
"As a matter of fact, you're both annoying."
"Oh stop it, you love us!"
"I do, but that doesn't mean I want to have a threesome with both of you. I don't have the emotional capacity to deal with your grudges and constant competition."
"We don't ask for emotional bagage, we only want to share the good times with you," Esteban tried to convince you, and that bastard added the small corner smirk you liked so much on his lips.
His eyes were sparkling, the warm and comforting chocolate a perfect opposite to Pierre's fiery ocean blue. You'd be lying if you'd actually said you'd never thought of this, ever since Pierre joined Alpine. Both drivers were incredibly attractive in their own ways, Esteban being the nice guy with the kind attention and the desire to help and please, Pierre bringing the physical attraction and fun to the mix.
If you were completely honest, you knew this was a once in a lifetime offer and you'd forget about it in a week or two. This was just a night of fun. No one had to know about it, especially not your bosses, right?
You downed the last of your cocktail and slammed the glass back on the coffee table.
"Your room, Pierre. You're on the oceanside of the hotel and if I'm about to be fucked against a window, I'd rather have a nice view, if I'm honest."
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More drivers - Masterlist
🥀: angst; 🌻: fluff; 🍒: smut 🎭: funny/lighthearted; 📓: blurbs
The Loneliest ; George Russell - 🥀
You'll be the saddest part of me
First Burn ; Charles Leclerc - 🥀
Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms, all of your charms!
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★ . . . ESTEBAN OCON
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oops sorry Leora!! It's the Taurus Sun, Leo moon, Leo Rising anon here - I forgot to add my Venus which is in Pieces 💗
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the lyran mage have matched you with ESTEBAN OCON!
- your leo rising + moon would just vibe with his leo rising placement. he LOVES your hair! if you love cats i hope they get along with dogs because you both are going to have a house with your pets and it's going to be like a babysitting center! pets are like your kids, but if you're not a pet enjoyer it's okay for esteban too. but you're almost like the same person except that he's probably more unhinged than you are. 100% would be sharing memes and be the paddock's loudest couple. expect that his phone gallery would also contain pictures of you being a meme material. you're rolling your eyes? congratulations, he's going to meme-fy you and upload it in his instagram close friends story! i don't make the rules乁[ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ]ㄏ regardless, he's going to make you feel pretty. buy things that will make you look good. he would love to help you choose your outfit but there's one thing - can he please run his fingers through your hair? he's obsessed with it.
- your taurus sun could possibly be in opposition with his scorpio moon. there's a pull of being opposites in which may help you see the other sides of each other's perspective and emotions. if you both are mature, you will be able to learn and grow together as a couple. your mom is going to love him too as he can be sweet and charming at the same time! he would be cracking jokes and slip up compliments to hype your mom up. he has manners to bring gifts to your mom whenever he visits. man's got the blessing of your mother the first time she sees him.
- your pisces venus could end up overlaying his 8th house or 9th house. regardless, he sees your love something as deep and profound in which makes him feel secure towards you but also scares him sometimes because you're able to see him like an open book. it is possible that your pisces venus be in opposition with his virgo moon, regardless it is a pulling placement from one another!
any thoughts? thank you for participating! 𔘓
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NSFW Alphabet-Esteban Ocon
A/N: It’s French GP race day who better to feature than everyone’s favourite lanky goofy Frenchman?
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a-aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Esteban is the stereotypical Frenchman. He’ll woo you with flowers and chocolates and nice wine over a good meal and this extends to the bedroom. After doing the deed he’ll immediately get up to fetch a washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. He’ll forever ask you how you are especially if your encounter has been particularly ‘enthusiastic’
b-body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)
Esteban loves his arms. He’s particularly proud of how defined his biceps and triceps are and often likes to wear a slim fit shirt to show them off. On you he likes your hips/waist. He’s forever got his hands on them and constantly expresses his love of them.
c-cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Esteban’s favourite place to finish is on your chest especially after a good titty fuck.
d-dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Racy photos. Esteban has hundreds of suggestive photos of you and the two of you together in a secret locked folder on his phone. They get him though the lonely nights on the road when he’s away from home and when you’re together going through them gets you in the mood for more.
e-experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Knows exactly what he’s doing in the bedroom, asks loads of question to find out what gets you going.
f-favorite position (this goes without saying)
Esteban’s quite long and lanky and because of his fitness routine is quite flexible so any position is good for him but he’s particularly partial to Cowgirl.
g-goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
In the moment he’s always serious but in the afterglow is when he’s most likely to be goofy. Esteban loves to make you laugh and the best way to get you to do that is to tickle attack you and that’s when his goofy side most comes out.
h-hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Bare as the day he was born. Regularly shaves and waxes. He loves how it feels.
i-intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Intimacy is off the charts with Esteban, he lives up the French lover stereotype in this regard. But the intimacy between you two isn’t just in the bedroom; it’s an emotional/mental connection too. He’ll randomly give you flowers or buy you a book you’ve wanted to read for ages. One of his favourite things to do to get you in the mood is give you a massage you’re always putty in his hands then.
j-jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesn’t do it regularly but when you’ve been apart for a long time (like during a triple header) and you facetime him in a cute little lacy set he can’t help himself along a bit. When you’re with him he doesn’t do it at all.
k-kink (one or more of their kinks)
Sensory deprivation, specifically blindfolding. Nothing gets Esteban hornier then when the blindfold comes out either on your part or his part. There’s something about having one of your senses cut off and having to rely on physical sensation that really gets him off. A silk scarf always finds its way into your luggage when you go away together.
l-location (favorite places to do the do)
Somewhere private where you’re both alone and can take your time, your bedroom at your apartment, his bedroom at his apartment or that cute little villa on the French Riviera you go to every summer.
m-motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Esteban absolutely goes mental when you dress up for him and loves it whenever you come to bed wearing nothing but a cute little lingerie set. His favourite thing is to take it off too!
n-no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Harsh degradation. Esteban treats everyone in his life with love and respect and that extends to your love life. He will never ever call you a bitch, slut, whore or derivatives thereof even in the heat of the moment.
o-oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves receiving and giving equally but your encounters always start with him eating you out like a starved man.
p-pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Pace depends on the context of the encounter. For a weekend away between races when you both have all the time in the world it’s always slow and sensual but for a quickie or after he comes home after a long triple header it’ll be a hard and desperate quickie up against the front door or on the kitchen counter.
q-quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies aren’t Esteban’s favourite way of getting off but if you’ve been apart after a triple header or he thinks you look particularly fine in that outfit you bought for that Alpine function that one time he can’t help but ravish you before you head out the door..
r-risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Esteban is not the risk taking type in any sense of the word; he takes a enough risk in his job and once his work commitments are over and done with he likes life to be a little more predictable.
s-stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
His stamina is something Esteban is particularly proud of. He has to have a decent amount of it for his job anyway and definitely utilizes it in the bedroom. On a non-race week he will outlast you every-single-time.
t-toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any himself but you’ve purchased a few things together with his favourite being the fluffy handcuffs and nipple clamps that you use on each other.
u-unfair (how much they like to tease)
You tease him more than he teases you but when he does tease you, boy do you have issues walking afterwards!
v-volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Esteban isn’t particularly loud or quiet but you definitely know if he’s enjoyed himself.
w-wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Because of the height difference between you and Esteban he’s had to become quite creative on how to make love outside of the bedroom, he’s too tall to bend you over the kitchen bench or balcony railing but the first time you went to your favourite holiday home on the French Riviera that had a sofa that eliminated the height difference problem perfectly he moved heaven and earth to make sure it ended up in your apartment in Monaco.
x-x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
The skinny jeans he insists on wearing hides just how generous Esteban is in the downstairs department. Thicker than longer with a slight curve to the left, uncut. Definitely hits all the right spots.
y-yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Early on in your relationship Esteban was like a randy teenage boy and the two of you rutted accordingly but now after a few years together he’s mellowed a bit and while he still desires you your encounters are deeper and more meaningful.
z-zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
No matter how intense your lovemaking has been Esteban will never ever fall asleep before you. Your emotional and physical comfort is his top priority and on of his favourite things is to hold you and watch you fall asleep.
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Not That Serious
Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: lil bit of flirting, mentions of causal hookups/sex, little bit of reader x Carlos, Carlos and reader being drunk besties, some monetarily dirty dancing, mentions of throwing up, jealous!Esteban, one degrading comment from Esteban’s end, an argument, miscommunication, alcohol and the consumption of, soft!Esteban, some teasing and confessions of love.
Word Count: 3.8k
Author’s Note: this one sorta ran from me lmao but hopefully it makes sense // happy race day!! sending good vibes to the ferrari boys, este bestie, prince mick and lewis <33 (can you tell who my babies are? even tho I love all of them)
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His eyes followed you as you sat in the chair with one leg crossed over the other, fixing the badge that hung around your neck before looking up at the stage.
Esteban winked before flashing a smile, the gesture directed towards you and he caught the bright blue badge that stuck out from your white top; Sky Sports.
You and Esteban were.. friends? Lovers? Definitely not dating.
It started during the off season; replying something sarcastic to the driver’s story which spiralled into you two chatting everyday, then exchanging phone numbers and that turned into FaceTime dates until you were actually able to hang out.
It was casual, two people enjoying each other's company without the pressure of a relationship. You had all the benefits; stealing his hoodies, cuddling on the couch, tucking your cold feet under him and best of all, no strings attached sex.
You were at the races a few times a year, rotating with the junior reporters so they had a chance to experience the magic of formula one because you remember what it was like to be in their place. The few times you were there, Esteban went out of his way to be near you; whether it’s throwing flirty glances at you during press conferences, much like he's doing right now or his lingering touches when he goes out of his way to hug you hello; his hand resting a little lower than acceptable.
The little arrangement was a secret. Not a single soul knew how the two of you knew each other like the back of your hand and you'd both like to keep it that way.
Never mix business with pleasure.
Also because you'd both be in serious trouble if anyone found out - more you than him but still, all the more reason to keep things quiet.
You were accompanying your colleague to the press conference, letting her take the lead for this one as you'd be at the pit lane tomorrow.
You watched as the reporters took turns asking questions to the drivers, moving down the lineup until they reached Esteban. The usual questions; how are you feeling for tomorrow, what can you change to improve, do you think you’ll win, etc.
Esteban answers the last question, his eyes shifting to you as he does. “I think luck’s on my side this weekend.” He smiles at the reporter before the F1 rep announces that’s all for the day and lets the drivers head out.
He’s at the opposite end of the stage so he takes a while to get off, the rest of the guys taking their sweet time. Once again, he smiles at you before stepping off, one last glance before heading out of the room.
The action didn’t go unnoticed.
“Why’d he look at you like that?” Your colleague asks you and you look up at her from your seat.
“What ?”
“Esteban’s been smiling at you since you walked into the room. What’s going on ?”
“Literally nothing,” you chuckled, standing up. “I've only met him a few times during interviews. Maybe he's just a friendly guy.” you lie; well not totally, Esteban was a friendly guy.
“Hm.” She gives you a questioning look before walking off with the camera man.
You take a moment to text the man in question.
To Esteban: No more glances and smiles, people are noticing
From Esteban: Let them.
To Esteban: You like trouble, don't you?
From Esteban: Only when it’s from you :)
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The Hungarian Grand Prix winners made their way through the line of press before the podium, smiles and congratulations flowing like water among the sea of people. Lewis was at the end of the line, finishing up his final interview while you were finishing up with Carlos, Esteban on his way over to you.
“How do you plan on celebrating your win?” You asked the man across from you, a smile on his face at the mention of his win.
“Perhaps with a dance from you.” Carlos jokes, laughing. “Probably going out with some friends.” The driver changed his answer.
“Well, I hope you have fun. Congratulations again!” you smiled at him as he handed you the mic, giving you a smile and a nod before moving on.
It takes a few minutes to shuffle the drivers around, Esteban now in front of you. “Hi y/n,” he hums, eyes glued to you like you were the most fascinating person on the planet.
“Hi Esteban.” you say, turning your attention back to the cameraman before starting the interview.
The bubbly personality appears out of thin air; Esteban remembers why he adores you so much at that moment. “Congratulations on your big win! Grand Prix winner, how does it feel?” You ask him, all smiles and his cheeks flushed a little red from all of the attention.
“It’s amazing, surreal almost.” he laughs.
You tease the man, quoting his answer from the press conference.”Did that luck pay off?”
Esteban nods, looking you up and down for a moment. Couldn’t help but notice how your blue dress matched the shade of his racing suit perfectly. “I’d like to think it did. I couldn't have done it without the support and help from the crew and team, of course the fans too. This is a huge win for all of us, not just myself.”
“We all see how hard you've been pushing. The win was well deserved. Any plans to celebrate the big win?”
“I’m sure my answer is identical to the other guys,” he chuckles, “but heading out with a few friends.”
You hum, smiling at the man. You really wanted to just reach over and give him. kiss, congratulating him on his win but you kept replaying your words; don't mix business with pleasure.
“Congratulations for what feels like the millionth time tonight,” you laugh, “thank you, y/n.” he smiles.
You hear the beep from the camera when Esteban hands the mic back over to you, his fingers grazing over yours. “Have fun tonight,” you call to him as he turns to walk off.
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The interviews wrapped up around 6:30 which gave you more than enough time to come back to your room and relax before having to head out again. Carlos wasn't joking when he said he wanted to celebrate with you, texting you afterwards to invite you out with him and a few friends.
You hadn't heard from Esteban so you took up Carlos on his offer and he let you know that he'd swing by around 9 to get you. It was a little after 8 now, you sat at the vanity in your hotel room, doing your makeup. The robe was wrapped loosely around your body, your curls pinned up as you blended out the concealer.
There's a knock on your door and you glance over your shoulder to see the clock; 8:15.
He’s early.
Not bothering to check who it was, you pull the door open. “You’re early- Esteban ?” you look at the man in shock, not expecting him. Pulling him by his arm into the room before you shut the door and walk back to the vanity.
Esteban follows you further into the room. “Expecting someone else?” His brow raises, sitting on your bed.
"Yeah, actually.” You had picked up where you left off with your makeup. “And that’s how you open the door for company ?” Esteban questions you.
While the French man was a big softie, he was also extremely jealous when it came to you. He thinks you don’t pick up on it but he isn't as slick as he thinks he is.
“Problem with my outfit ?” You turn to face the man, gesturing to the loosely tied robe clinging to your body. Esteban’s eyes rake over your body, drinking in every last inch of you. The man shook his head, reaching the tv remote on your bed and you turned around to finish your makeup.
“I thought you’d be celebrating my win with me.” He says into the silence.
“Thought you were going out with friends.” you call back, brushing over your face with the powder brush.
Esteban rolls his eyes at your quote, knowing that you were just being petty about it. He goes to speak but you beat him to it; “You didn’t ask me.”
“It was assumed.” He sits up straight, looking over at you.
“You know the saying; when you assume, you make an ass out of me and you.”
“Would you like to come celebrate with me, y/n?” He asks you nicely.
You hum, acting like you were thinking. You wanted to, you really did but he just assumed you would join him and you weren't dating; you didn’t have to stick to him all the time. Carlos went out of his way to ask you, offering to come get you too.
So you simply say; “can't, have other plans.”
Esteban stands, walking over to you. “With who?”
“Carlos,” your eyes meet his in the mirror.
Esteban is quiet, not an expression on his face. Instead, he makes himself busy taking the pins out of your hair. He has seen you do your makeup and hair a million times over, sometimes on FaceTime or in person when he finds his way to your house on his off days. He could gauge that you're almost done when you were putting on your mascara so he figured he’d help you out; wouldn’t want you to miss your date with Carlos because you weren't done.
The red lipstick swipes across your lips, leaving behind the colour. Esteban brushed your hair over your shoulder, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. His fingers ran up your arm, brushing the robe off of your shoulders to expose the bare skin underneath.
The man leans, resting his chin on your shoulder and once again, your eyes meet his in the mirror.
You couldn’t help but notice how good the two of you look together; how your skin tones complimented each other or how his arms wrapped around you, holding you perfectly against him.
“Have fun with Carlos, hm?” he kisses your cheek before walking away. Before you could really wrap your head around what was happening, the door had slammed shut.
You get up, walking out the door only to find the hallway empty. There's a slight frown playing on your lips when you walk back in. Part of you wanted to call Esteban and tell him to come back, just let the two of you spend the rest of the night wrapped up in the sheets together but your phone buzzed, pulling your focus away from that thought.
From Carlos: be by in 10. You ready ?
To Carlos: yup, swing by whenever.
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Carlos had come by to pick you up, the two of you arriving at the club a little after everyone else. It was you, Carlos, Charles and Charlotte as well as a few other friends of theirs. Everyone’s having a good time, celebrating the success of the weekend and the race. The drinks are being passed around and the group disappears chunk by chunk, some going to dance and the others head to the bar.
You were sitting beside Carlos, his arm over your shoulder as he and Charles shouted over the music about something race related.
On the other side, you and Charlotte were chatting about what it was like dating a racer, she joked that she might be seeing you around a lot more based on the way Carlos was with you.
You could feel the eyes on you, the feeling of something burning into you almost. Glancing over your shoulder, you look around the club only to spot Esteban looking at you, uninterested in whatever it was that the person next to him was shouting about.
Carlos unwraps his arm from about you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Dance with me!” he shouts over the thumping bass.
“I don't really dance!” you shout back to the Spaniard. He shrugs, “me either!”And with that, he pulls you towards the dance floor.
The club was beyond crowded, the two of you pressed you against each other, his hands on your lower back, sliding down a little further every other minute until it rests on your ass.
You don’t mind, it’s harmless at this point.
You were both unattached, just two friends enjoying each other's company. As the night goes on, the drinks multiply and the dancing gets dirtier; Carlos’ hands on your ass, a leg pressed between your thighs and your chest against his.
The thought of Esteban slipped your mind as the night went on, the main focus was that you were having fun.
At some point, the two of you found your way back to the booth. Carlos sat beside you, pulling you into his side as the two of you stopped to rest your tired feet. Carlos handed you a glass, water, you realize when you take a sip. The clear liquid misses your mouth by a few inches and spills on your dress, soaking the top of it.
While you weren't sober, you were well past tipsy but not totally drunk so you had an idea of what was happening. The fact that your dress was now wet wasn't oblivious to you.
Carlos glances in your direction, even so slyly looking down at your chest. He looks away; it’s rude to stare.
He manages to get his button up off, leaving him in his t-shirt before handing it over to you, letting you cover up the now see through material.
“Ready to go?” He shouts over the music, it was well in the early mornings; 2, maybe 3 am you think.
You nodded, standing but ending up back on your ass. Carlos smiles, his hand reaching for yours as he helps you up, your arm wrapping around his as the two you make your way outside.
Once again, you can feel someone looking at you. Not just as a passing glance, as if they wanted you to know they could see you. You looked back before stepping out but you couldn't see anyone. You hadn’t seen Esteban for the last 2 hours, not that you were looking but you thought he had left.
The ride back to the hotel was a bit of a blur, trying not to call asleep in the back of the Uber. Carlos’ warm hand rubbing on your thigh was the only thing keeping you awake. You two manage to make it up to your hotel room without anyone falling over or throwing up which was a win considering how much you two drank tonight.
Carlos was standing right behind you, his hand on your hip as you tried to get the key card into the slot. You figured it out after a minute, the two of you walking in before you make a beeline straight to the bed. The man lays beside you, the two of you looking like you just collapsed there, which you did.
You look over at the man. “I had a good time.”
“Me too. Thank you for coming.” He smiles.
“Thanks for inviting me.” You scoot a little further up the bed, your legs still hanging off the bed.
You both lay in silence for a few minutes, almost falling asleep when Carlos pulls himself up. He reaches down to pull the shoes off your feet, you let a satisfied hum slip past your lips, thankful for the gesture. You pull yourself up too, sitting crossed cross on the bed when you go to pull the button up off but Carlos stops you.
“Keep it.” He hums, his hand cupping your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, cariño.” And with that, he heads out with the promise of brunch when you two sober up at some point.
You were laying on the bed, sinking into the mattress when there's a knock on the door. “Hold on!” you think you shout when you attempt to get up.
You start talking before you open the door, “did you forget something- oh hi.” you stop, looking up at the tall man at your door. He lets himself in, shutting the door behind him. Esteban’s hand is wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to the bed.
“Why are you here?” you scoot onto the bed, falling back onto the soft white sheets. He’s quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed. You wait for him to speak up but there's nothing but silence and tension in the air. You nudge the French man with your foot and again, no response.
This time, you sit up and rest your hand on his back. “Esteban, I won’t beg you to talk to me, you know that.” You sigh, sort of giving him a little push.
The man looks in your direction, his eyes dark from the lack of sleep and the liquor that had been flowing all night. Finally he opens his mouth; “First you go out with another man when you should’ve been with me, celebrating my win like we planned but instead you act like a whore and come home wearing his clothes ?”
The words that left his mouth shocked you. Never had you heard Esteban speak to anyone in such a harsh way let alone to you. You turn and look at him.
“His name is Carlos, in case you forgot.”
Not exactly the right choice of words for this particular situation but you thought it was hilarious.
Esteban was drunk, not as drunk as you but drunk nonetheless less; you could smell it on him for the moment he walked into the room. You knew he wasn’t thinking straight but that gave him no right to talk to you the way he did.
“Carlos and I are friends, untwist your panties and shut up now.” You groan, all the thinking and talking makes your drunk mind hurt.
Esteban says nothing, instead pulling you towards him when he begins taking the blue button up off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, looking directly at the man. “Can't handle the fact that I’m not yours?” You taunt the man. Esteban ignores you, getting up to get your makeup remover and some cotton pads, along with a hair brush.
He brushes your hair, section by section to make sure you won’t wake up with knots. Moving onto your makeup, he soaked the cotton pad before rubbing it gently across your face, repeating the process a few times until your face was clean. Esteban went as far as to get a little towel wet with warm water and wipe your face off to make sure it was all off. He came back to rub some of your face cream on your face before unbuttoning his own shirt.
You stared at the man in confusion; was this the same man who just spoke such harsh words to you that was now taking care of you the way you deserved to be treated ?
He grabs you by the waist, standing you up before sliding your arms through the shirt. He manages to get your dress down and you sit on the bed as he buttons it up.
You both move in silence; you move back onto the mattress as he puts your stuff away.
He came back and pressed a kiss to your head. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, pulling the comforter over your body. He was about to walk off when you grabbed his hand, pulling his focus back to you.
The look on your face was enough to know that you didn’t want him to leave, quietly asking him to stay with you.
Esteban gets on the bed with you, scooting you over so you’re not on the edge of the bed. You two lay beside each other in the silence, the only sound coming from the air conditioning that was running. Quietly, you shift closer to him and rest your head on his chest.
He's quiet but he looks down at you, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I was.. upset.”
Your fingers trailing up and down his torso. “No, you shouldn't have.”
Esteban paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I wanted you out there with me tonight. I assumed you’d be coming with me so I didn’t ask you. I know you have other friends but it really irritated me to see you with him like that.”
“Like what?” you look up at him.
“You know.. close; like how you are with me.”
You can help but laugh, shaking your head. “Carlos and I are nowhere near whatever you and I are. He’s fun and sweet but both of us know it's not going further than a dance and a few drinks.”
And back to the silence it is. Esteban looks down at you, noticing the way you fit perfectly against his side, your fingers absentmindedly drumming along his torso or how you’ve tossed your leg over his.
His hand reaches for your face, pulling your chin slightly so you’re looking at him. “I’m sorry.” He says.
“I am too.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing along the warm skin.
“I wanted to be there with you tonight, I was just-” “So was I.” He cut you off.
You sit up, climbing onto the man’s lap. Esteban’s hands find your waist instantly, pulling you a little closer and in the process of doing that, you accidentally grind on him just a little. “Chérie, what’re you doing?”
“Celebrating.” you mumble, face already buried in his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
Esteban pulls you back up, a goofy grin on his face; a result of the sudden affection and the booze from earlier. “We have all the time in the world to celebrate. We’re both too tired for this.”
He was right; you were both running a few hours of sleep and a lot of shots so the need for sleep trumps how much you both wanted to have celebratory sex.
You flop down on the man, sort of koala hugging him as he rubs up and down your back softly.
“I love you.” He whispers into the darkness.
You hum, “I love you.”
Guess it was serious after all.
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tagging: @halsteadssneakylink cause she's been getting sneaky peeks all week + @oneafterdark because we both loveeeee estie bestie
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the royal resemblance ! esteban o. x ofc (british princess!ofc)
summary: albertine (spencer) ocon lived to give her estranged family a heart attack by simply existing and giving birth to a daughter who looked so much like her... and her mother.
OR the youngest royal and the alpine driver had finally set their boundaries when it came to the british royal press as a way to maintain the privacy that they had managed to preserve throughout their years of relationship and marriage.
content warning: use of explicit language, princess ofc with a lack of princess manner (aka being more upfront), dad!estie x mom!ofc, fluff?? fictional news articles + posts
note: i need to post this otherwise my storage will continue to be full as hell 🤡
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THE FAST LANE DAILY
PRINCESS ALBERTINE MAKES GRAND ENTRANCE AT STATE BANQUET, WEARING DIANA-INSPIRED ATTIRE
london, uk - in a stunning display of elegance and style, princess albertine, the youngest daughter of king charles iii, attended the highly anticipated state banquet alongside her husband, french formula one alpine driver esteban ocon. the event marked the first time the couple appeared together as a married couple, capturing the attention of the media and royal enthusiasts alike.
princess albertine, born in 1996, has had a unique journey within the royal family. her custody was passed to her maternal grandmother and eventually to her uncle, leading her to distance herself from her royal title. instead, she chose to use the surname spencer, a nod to her mother's family. however, after tying the knot with ocon, she decided to adopt his surname, solidifying their union.
the british media had been eagerly awaiting a glimpse into the couple's private life, but it was not until three months after their wedding that princess albertine and ocon officially announced their marriage. this secrecy only added to the intrigue surrounding their relationship.
princess albertine had previously declined offers to attend the state banquet on two occasions. however, with the assurance that her brother, prince harry, would also be in attendance, she finally accepted the invitation, making her presence known in a truly unforgettable manner.
stepping into the grand hall, princess albertine made a striking entrance, wearing a dress reminiscent of her late mother, princess diana's iconic style. her haircut, bearing a striking resemblance to diana's, caused a stir among attendees, including her father, king charles iii, and her brother, prince william, the prince of wales.
to complete her regal ensemble, princess albertine donned a breathtaking aquamarine tiara, drawing attention away from the working royals, including queen camilla. the tiara, a personal collection piece, was a gift from dodi fayed's father, who maintained a connection with albertine despite the tragic loss of both her mother and his son. complementing the tiara, she wore a set of aquamarine jewelry, including a wedding band that matched ocon's, which held sentimental value as an heirloom from diana.
the couple's appearance at the state banquet as a married couple was met with great excitement and speculation. many believe that such a rare occurrence would not have taken place had prince harry not been in attendance as well. the presence of both siblings added an air of unity and significance to the event, captivating the attention of all those present.
as princess albertine and ocon gracefully mingled with dignitaries and fellow guests, their radiant presence and homage to princess diana's legacy left a lasting impression. their appearance at the state banquet not only showcased their love and commitment but also hinted at a new chapter in the royal family's history, one that embraces change and celebrates individuality.
with their enchanting presence, princess albertine and ocon have undoubtedly left an indelible mark on the hearts of the british public, reigniting the fascination and admiration for the royal family.
THE FAST LANE DAILY
PRINCESS ALBERTINE AND ROYAL FAMILY'S PLAN FOR LIMITED NEWS COVERAGE
in a surprising turn of events, princess albertine, a member of the british royal family has expressed her lack of connection to her father, king charles iii, and her desire to lead a normal life away from the public eye. despite her lack of close relationships within the royal family, the palace has announced plans to provide limited news coverage about her and her family.
princess albertine's custody was passed to her maternal grandmother following the tragic death of her mother, diana spencer, in paris in 1997. at just one year old, she was separated from her father, resulting in a distant relationship with the royal family. her only remaining connection, prince harry, has also distanced himself from the family.
recently, princess albertine made headlines for her portrayal of her late mother, princess diana, in the popular television series, the crown. the palace remained tight-lipped about the news, while insiders expressed disappointment over the portrayal, hinting at the royal family's disapproval.
despite her strained relationship with her father, princess albertine has managed to retain her royal title, thanks to a strategic divorce between her parents shortly after her birth. this decision ensured the preservation of her legitimacy and her connection to charles' bloodline.
in a surprising twist, princess albertine secretly tied the knot with esteban ocon, a formula one driver. the couple managed to keep their marriage under wraps for three months, evading the prying eyes of the british media. this unexpected union further solidified princess albertine's desire for privacy and independence.
expressing her desire to distance herself from her family's public relations agenda, princess albertine has made it clear that she wants no involvement with the royal family. while the palace has agreed to respect her wishes, they have also stated that certain announcements will be made on her behalf. however, they have emphasized that no further details will be provided, allowing princess albertine the opportunity to discuss these matters herself.
princess albertine and her husband, esteban ocon, are not pleased with this arrangement but reluctantly agreed to the clause in order to appease the royal family. it is evident that they wish to maintain control over their own lives and decisions, free from the constraints of the palace's public relations machinery.
as princess albertine and esteban ocon navigate their newfound marriage and life together, it remains to be seen how they will handle the delicate balance between their desire for privacy and the royal family's need for limited news coverage. the world eagerly awaits any further developments from this intriguing royal couple.
THE BUCKINGHAM PALACE'S ISSUED STATEMENT - MAY 2026
THE BUCKINGHAM PALACE'S ISSUED STATEMENT - JANUARY 2027
MAY 2027
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user1 HER NAME IS DITTY I LOVE THAT SO MUCH 😭
user2 ok but who'd name their baby ditty? bffr
user3 gurl albie's cousin is literally named kitty fuck outta here 😩
user4 little albie 🤩
mickschumacher itty bitty ditty 😍 liked by estebanocon
user5 itty bitty ditty???
lance_stroll i cannot believe she had grown sooo much ugh 🥲 are you sure she's still not allowed to the paddock? liked by estebanocon
albertinespencer what's in it for the tired parents?
lance_stroll uncle lance as a date night babysitter?
albertinespencer i can take that
pierregasly i'm so excited to take her on a bicycle ride around the track liked by estebanocon
lance_stroll cool story pierre but i have a basket to put her in on our bicycle ride, what do you have? liked by estebanocon
mickschumacher that's cool but uncle mick already got a wagon in the merc garage to put her in for a ride 😎 liked by estebanocon
mercedesamgf1 mick if there's a report of a break-in in our garage we are blaming this on you- we've told you about the wagon in secret
user6 i live for the grid uncles comments
user7 she is princess d coded 👑
albertinespencer she's just cheering for her papa in here, don't mind her 🤔😍 liked by estebanocon
estebanocon my number one fans ❤️
albertinespencer once an ocon fan, always an ocon fan 💖 liked and pinned by estebanocon
charles_leclerc so glad to be there for her christening, lad! liked by estebanocon
landonorris the all-white party- so iconic liked by estebanocon
estebanocon glad you guys could make it before the pre-testing!
albertinespencer she def loves all of you!
landonorris she better- otherwise idk why i had a little mclaren car made for her
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maxverstappen1 she's the sweetest girl ever 😍 liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer just say that you're glad she hasn't thrown up on you 🤣
maxverstappen1 no i'm relieved though 😅
kitty.spencer i should fly to switzerland just to spend more time with ditty 😊 liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer please!!! it's becoming more boring without estie here 😄
kitty.spencer omw my love!!! 💖
oscarpiastri born in 31st? esteban's driver number? sheesh, a dedicated fan you've got there albie liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer she's an absolute devotee 🤪
landonorris she's the frenchest british princess ever tbh 😕🤭 liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer she's born in switzerland but word ig 🤠
lewishamilton sending my love in her way!!! ❤️ liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer thank you lewis! though, you meant it in a metaphorical sense right because i just received a package of baby mercedes things in here with your name on it 🤔
lewishamilton busted 😅
alpineracingf1 lewis please ditty's dad drives for us
estebanocon i love her so much i wish i can come home and ditch the triple header 😕😭 liked by albertinespencer
albertinespencer it's not encouraged but it is an option...?
alpineracingf1 albie we still need to make you and ditty proud please don't encourage him
PS albie and estie's baby
diana marie-françois elisabeth 'ditty' ocon
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no shaving - Esteban Ocon
Y/N x Esteban Ocon
Theme: Smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit)
loving Estebans stubble, you hide his razor so he can't shave x
gif by @princemick
word count: 1080+
During the winter break your boyfriend Esteban kept his beard growing slightly, just enough to wear a light stubble. However, right before the first race of the season, he shaved it off, for whatever reason. Luckily, it's growing back rather quickly, and this time, you won't let it happen just yet. That's why you hid his shaving utensils, both of his razors and some cream, right underneath the bed. Now, you're lying on top of the bed, wearing one of Esteban's hoodies and shorts, browsing your phone, when you can hear Esteban looking for his stuff all over the bathroom.
Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you lift your face just enough to see him enter the room. He's wearing a white shirt, black track pants, white socks, and his hair is messy yet beautiful. Obviously, he's rocking that light stubble, looking even more handsome than usual. Esteban looks at you for just a second, before continuing his search in this room. You watch him open the closets, nightstands, and some of his suitcases before he lets out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" You say innocently, and he instantly turns around.
"Oh, uh, looking for my razors." He says, running a hand through his messy hair, the back of his head, and right through his scruffy beard, scratching himself gently. "Oh." You say, trying your best to not act suspicious. "I looked everywhere." He says, steadying both of his hands on his hips, with his eyes looking through the room again, in case he might have missed it. Esteban grimaces, one hand now back at his neck, stroking himself tenderly. "I don't wanna go to the store." He pouts, and you put your phone down.
"I mean, you don't have to shave." You shrug, catching his attention. "Mhmm." He eyes you curiously, taking a few steps closer to the bed. "You wouldn't know where my stuff is, would you?" Esteban says, raising an eyebrow, while still stroking his neck. He knows that you love his beard, after all, you told him that a million times during the break, which initially lead him to keep a light stubble. "No." You say, avoiding his eyes for just a second, the pressure getting more and more unbearable. He must know something by now, but you are not that easy to break. As soon as you meet his gaze again, he tilts his head taking another step forward.
"Of course not." He then shrugs, and you know, he's up to something. You bite your lower lip now, trying so hard to keep a serious expression as you watch him walk around the bed, and right up to you. Esteban is now towering over you, looking down, while you prepare yourself for what's to come next. "Are you telling me, or do I need to make you tell me." He growls, his whole body stiffer than usual. The sound of his voice already sends shivers down your spine, with him wearing tight pants, a shirt flattering his well-formed body, and a sly smirk making it even harder for you to not give in.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You chuckle softly, shaking your head in denial. He takes a deep breath and strokes the bridge of his nose. "So, you make me do it." Esteban exhales, turns back to you, and in an instant, he bends down, tickling you. "No, Este." You protest, and at first, you manage to hold him off quite confidently, but he won't let it go that easily. "Look what you make me do." He growls playfully, gets on top of the bed, and overpowers you. "STOP." You giggle uncontrollably, desperately trying to get him off of you, while you feel his hands, his fingers dancing all over your skin. To make matters worse, he even slides underneath your hoodie, tickling you even more.
"Will you tell me now?" He smirks, as you just laugh. "OKAY. Okay. I tell ya." You breathe deeply, and he stops for a moment, waiting for you to stop laughing. For a few more moments, you lie there, breathing deeply, while Esteban kneels on the bed, his body pinning yours down. You turn your head to meet his gaze once again, a sly, satisfied grin forming on his lips before he raises both of his eyebrows. "So? Where is it?" He breathes deeply as well, his voice huskier than before. "Okay." Defeated, you pout. "Under the bed." He licks his lips in satisfaction, bends down, and kisses you, once, then twice.
You embrace his lips on yours, especially enjoying your skin-tingling due to his stubble. "Este." You breathe right into his mouth and steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling his body through the fabric of his shirt. He separates himself just enough for you to still feel his mouth on yours, and just then, you notice the faint scent of his cologne swirling around your nose. "Please don't shave, yet." You say, running a hand across his chest, further up to his neck, letting the tips of your fingers wander through his scruffy beard, causing him to purr contently.
"You like it that much, do you?" He growls softly, closing his eyes for a second while you keep on stroking his neck gently. "Yeah." You pout once again. "Just for a few more days." Leaning in, you kiss him softly, your lips barely brushing over his. "Y/N." He breathes deeply, opens his eyes, and melts into your gentle touch. For a moment, both of you kiss each other, before you feel him using his tongue to slowly spread his delicious taste all over your mouth. At the same time, you run a hand across his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder and harder, pressing against the shirt. Esteban returns the favor by doing the same, one hand on the bed, the other casually sliding under your hoodie again, stroking you lovingly.
Then, he removes himself again, your faces now just inches apart. "I think I can do that." He says, tilting his head again. A smile spreads across your face quickly. "Thank you, Este." You say, running a hand through his beard again, just like before, this causes him to purr lightly. He drops to the bed right beside you, and you turn to meet his gaze. Instantly, he lifts his arm, an open invitation for you to come closer. You move toward him, and he lowers his arm, pulling you into a warm hug, cuddling.
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YELLOW TULIPS | Esteban Ocon | (III)
Esteban Ocon x gasly!fem!reader
(pictures are from pinterest)
Summary: You are Pierre’s twin and Esteban and Pierre don’t get along, which is a deadly combo for when you and Esteban like each other.
Word count: 1891.
Warnings: Google translated French. English is not my first language either, so apologies for errors if any.
You sat in the car, trying not to burst into tears. Pierre joined you along with his girlfriend, which angered you more. He travels worldwide with his girlfriend always by his side and you can’t even talk to a boy you like.
You buried your face in your hands, trying to cover it. You hoped his girlfriend didn’t notice your tears.
You reached your hotel room and slammed the door shut. You throw all your clothes off your body and hopped into the shower. You burst into tears thinking about how Esteban might be feeling right now. Not everyone had the love they wanted. You were so happy about Esteban liking you back. He even remembered your favourite flowers. But it was all ruined because of your brother’s overprotectiveness. He not only snatched those flowers from you but also threw and kicked them.
After sitting there for what felt like an hour- you even want to sit there more- you came out of the shower.
You took out some comfortable clothes to wear and decided to pack things for your return back to work.
A knock came on your door. “Y/N, it’s me, Pierre!” A loud voice came from the other side of the door. But you didn’t want to open it. You didn’t want to talk to him and ruin your already ruined morning. You just want to pack and leave at the earliest.
“Y/N!” He shouted furiously. You had no choice but to open the door. You exhaustively opened the door.
“What happened?” You asked.
“Why were you kissing him?!” He shouted at you. “I just asked you to stay away from him!”
“You can’t decide with whom I should talk and I shouldn’t. I am an adult!”
“And I see what kind of people you are talking to, Y/N. I wish I was born alone!” As soon as the words left his mouth, he regrets them. But there was no returning back. He covered his mouth with his palm as regret covers his face.
“Thanks, Pierre, thank you for giving me more reasons to leave.” You collected all your bags and walked towards the door.
“Y/N-” Before he could even complete the last syllable of your name, you slammed the door behind you and left.
You stopped near the elevator. You wanted him to come and stop you. After five minutes, you gave up hope and gathering your pride, you left. There was no point staying there at all.
You lived by yourself in your apartment. The same life as a typical French girl. You had to. A few months had passed since you talked to Pierre. Esteban was trying to contact you but you ignored him. Why would he even try to contact you or want to stay with you after such an explosion with his teammate, your brother? No one wants unwanted tension in the garage. But there will be and you clearly know it. You wanted to move on from him and wanted him to move on also. He would have found himself a gorgeous model and would’ve been travelling around the world with her.
And you will have to be happy for him. Pretending would be enough. Remembering him and whatever happened feels like a short sweet dream that ended like a nightmare. On the other hand, it feels bad to ruin your relationship with your loving brother.
You spend your weekends watching the races on the television, cheering for your brother. And his teammate too. It wasn’t your fault you fell for him. And it wasn’t like love at first sight drama. You had known him. Missed him. Maybe it was just the thrill of forbidden romance that made you like him. You were getting lost in your thoughts as the credits of the movie you were watching were rolling on the television screen. You turned it off and fell asleep on the couch.
The sun's rays hit your face. Having your breakfast, you went to take a heavy shower. It was a hectic week at work. You sat down with your lunch. The water from your hair was dripping. You couldn’t even bring yourself to blow dry your hair. The afternoon’s sun rays were coming from the window, hitting your body.
The day was setting when the doorbell rang. You went ahead to open the door. “Y/N!” Pierre shouted. “Bonjour!” “What happened?” “I wanted to talk to you.” You looked around him. “Please Y/N.” He requested.
He sighed heavily. “First of all, I want to say sorry for blasting out on you that day.” His eyes were moistened with guilt. “I regret that I talked to you like that. I shouldn’t have said those vile things to you. I am sorry.”
He held your hands. You looked down. “I love you the most. I was being protective of you.” He said, “I know you have grown up but to me you will always be my little sister.”
You gave a thought to what happened. You went behind his back and met Esteban. “I forgive you.” He wanted you to stay away from him. “And I am sorry too.”
“Why?”
“You wanted me to stay away from him. But I didn’t. I am sorry.” After all, you didn’t want to ruin your relationship with your brother for some childish tiff and agreement. “I forgive you,” he smiled, “I shouldn’t have restricted you like that.” He pulled you into a warm embrace. “So now everything’s fixed?” You asked. “Between us? Yes. With Esteban, you want to.” “What do you mean?” “Esteban is a really good guy, especially for you.” He cupped your cheeks. “Even if we had fought, he participated to pay tribute in spa,” he smiled, “and he ran to congratulate me when I finished 3rd in the sprint.” You smiled. “I just want to see my sister happy.” “So can I love Esteban now?” You asked. Pierre nodded. “You can love whomever you want.” The doorbell rang. Pierre smiled to himself. “Now get ready, you have a date.” He spoke. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion.
Pierre kept nodding to the questions from the journalist. He wants it to end as soon as possible. His eyes were darting around and on the other hand, he had to focus on the interview too. “P3 in the sprint. I still got positives from Saturday.” He spoke. “Thanks, Pierre, enjoy your summer break.” As soon as the journalist left, he quickly collected his things and rushed to the paddock. Esteban was descending the stairs. Pierre gave a thought to it. He had to do it. For you. “Hey, Pierre.” “Hey, Este,” Pierre replied, running out of his breath, “I need to talk to you.”
You dressed yourself in a pink dress. You descended the stairs. Esteban was standing at the end, dressed in a blue suit with a pink shirt, holding a bouquet of flowers. That’s why Pierre was insisting on wearing the pink dress he bought for you from Paris. You were left in utter confusion when Pierre told you that you have a date. You needed an explanation. He had done so hard work in convincing Esteban to come with him so that you would be happy. And now you’re seeing him, waiting for you, at the end of the stairs. He stretched his hand out and you take it.
“Good evening, Mademoiselle.” He took your hand and pressed a kiss on the back of your palm. (Madam.) “Good evening, Monsieur.” You smiled as you greeted him. (Sir.) “These flowers are for you, my lady,” He handed you the bouquet of pink tulips. You gracefully accepted them and put them in a vase near you. “Will you make me the happiest man by accepting me as your boyfriend?” He asked. Biting his lower lip, he was waiting for your answer. “Yes,” he smiled, “but only-” you paused, making his lips drop. “What?” “Only if my boyfriend will give me a sweet kiss, just like-” You were interrupted when he crashed his lips on yours, his hand grabbing you by your waist, balancing you as you were caught off guard by his actions. You grabbed him by his neck and deepened the kiss. “Yes!!!!” Pierre shouted as you two broke the kiss. “My hard work paid off!”
You both turned to look at him, holding a plate with a cloche. “Now come quickly. The food with getting cold.”
Esteban blinked rapidly in confusion. “What hard work?” “You just screamed at me about the plan because you were nervous and I agreed,” Esteban said to Pierre. “Yeah! Because I thought you wouldn’t listen.” Pierre retorted. You stood there, your hands folded on your chest, listening to their bickering. You cleared your throat. Both of them turned to you. “Sorry Y/N!” Both apologised in unison. “We are doing this for you only.”
“Why don’t you two hug each other and call a truce?” You suggested.
They looked at each other and embraced.
“Y/N,” Pierre came forward and took your hand in his, “he really agreed on the first time. And you know why?” You blinked.
“He cares for you.” You see Esteban behind, smiling. You went forward near Esteban and looking into his eyes, you cupped his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your waist and without breaking eye contact, he pulled you closer.
“Now enough chitchat and time for dinner!” Pierre shouted.
You went to the table and Esteban pulled out a chair for you as you sit on it. “Merci.” “Pleasure, my lady.” “Dish reveal!” Pierre pulled up the cloche, revealing your favourite dish. “Pierre! Thank you for making this!” “I had to make up for my little sister.” “I your twin Pierre!” Esteban giggled at you two siblings bickering as the dinner went.
You slowly opened your eyes. A suit jacket was on your body and an arm holding your body. You found your head resting on Esteban’s chest. His breath felt warm against your face, and you felt secure in his arms.
His eyes opened and met yours. “Bon matin, Esteban.” You spoke. (Good morning.)
“Bon matin, mon amour.” (Good morning, my love)
He leaned closer and removed the gap as you both kissed.
“Ew! At least you should have brushed your teeth.” Pierre scolded you two as he entered the room. You looked around yourself. Remembering last night made you feel butterflies in your stomach.
“What is the time?” Esteban asked, yawning as he stretches.
Both of you fell asleep without changing.
“Seven thirty,” Pierre replied looking at his phone, “by the way, I have to leave. I have to meet my girlfriend.”
The doorbell rang. “Wait, it’s probably for me,” Esteban said. You frowned in suspicion.
Esteban returned holding a huge size of a bouquet of yellow tulips. “This is for you, Madame Y/N.” He gave them to you.
“Thank you,” you smiled as you accepted them, your eyes watered, “I love you.”
“What’s the deal with you two and these yellow tulips!” Pierre exclaimed.
“Nothing,” you both said in unison. You raised yourself as Esteban wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You placed a kiss on the cheek, just like how you did it the first time when he gave you tulips.
“Uh!” Pierre groaned as he threw his hands in frustration. You two laughed at him.
Part I Part II
A/N: Final part of the yellow tulips is here. Hope everyone enjoys it. Also, don't be a ghost reader. Comments and rbs are important.
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IMPORTANT: TUMBLR & FANFICTION
Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.
But why does it matter to me?
Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content
If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!
ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!
Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)
[I feel like I should add I don't want to sound like I'm pressuring anyone... if you don't want to see certain content obviously keep it hidden and protect yourselves BUT this post is mainly targeted at the horny little gremlins I write for who will be suddenly deeply confused when their smut supply is cut off]
#also guys reblog and BOOST THE SHIT OUT OF THIS POST#if people don't see this fandom accounts are going to haemorrhage followers#@staff literally fuck you#am not loving how you're making it HARDER for creators to get engagement when there's already issues with reblogs and stuff#iggytalks#community labels#tumblr update#fanfiction#artists on tumblr#writers on tumblr#content creators#formula one#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#max verstappen#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#lance stroll#lewis hamilton#george russel#sebastian vettel#mick schumacher#lando norris#daniel ricciardo#charles xavier#james mcavoy#micheal fassbender#tom hiddleston#loki#signal boost
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