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paddockbunny · 10 months

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B + Touch + Pierre Gasly

On Deck

Summary : When your boyfriend Pierre has a little time off he whisks you away to a gorgeous hotel…then surprises you further by helping you fulfil one of your dreams. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Reader Word Count : 2,800 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, discussion of sex, intimate touching female, public sex Images : curated from Pintrest

List : List B. Prompt : Touch - our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

Dating Pierre had many perks. From brands sending you free clothes to being invited to events like fashion shows and tennis matches. But your favourite perk of all was the complimentary holidays and hotel stays he was consistently offered. And while he had to turn many of them down because he was working, on the odd occasions he did accept, you were always his favourite room mate. So this unexpected trip to Sardinia in between races could most definitely be classed as a perk.

The pair of you arrived on the Tuesday to beautiful warm sunshine and every single last drop of tension melted away in both of your bodies. The oranges that lined the driveway to the stunning five star resort filled the air with a beautiful citrus aroma that you could get drunk off and you grasped your boyfriend’s hand tighter when you saw the welcome glasses of champagne awaiting you at the hotel entrance. Pierre loved watching you reactions to experiences only he had been able to give you. He got off somewhat knowing he could impress and dazzle you more than any man that had come before him. It thrilled him to see your eyes widen in awe or excitement rushing around your body at these new adventures he could provide you with. He was glad it was him making these memories with you. And you in turn always made sure to thank him, diligently, thoroughly and exactly how he liked.

For three days the pair of you spent your time rotating between sunbathing, eating and fucking. Pierre was in his element in all three and you were more than happy to do whatever it was he felt like doing just because you were happy to be with him.

On Friday, you awoke to an empty bed. Pierre’s voice was muffled outside on the balcony. You took the opportunity of being alone in the huge, comfortable hotel bed to stretch out like a cat. As your muscles pulled and twisted you felt the burn from your inner thighs. Last night’s energetic sex clearly still reverberating through your body. The smirk crept upon your lips without realising it the memory of your legs up around Pierre’s shoulders as he fucked you hard and deep. You were in your own little world when he re-entered the room and you heard his low rumbling laughter.

“What are you thinking about?” “You.” Your response was quick and his cocky eyebrow raise was met with an equally as confident smirk as your eyes travelled down his body. He was stood next to the bed clad only in his black tight boxers that left little to the imagination and your mouth practically watered thinking about him being in your mouth. You rolled on to your stomach and pulled yourself up on to your knees before crawling to close the space between you. You were still completely naked, the hotel sheets disregarded behind you, and Pierre took full advantage of his view. He didn’t hide the fact his eyes were roaming all over your body. He knew that you knew he enjoyed when you were so completely exposed to him. You watched him checking out your boobs first before those azure blue orbs fell lower and settled to his favourite place, between your legs. Your hands slowly caressing up his chest and around his neck was what brought him out of being transfixed. But what snapped him back into reality was you guiding his hand to where his eyes had just been. Your insinuation of morning sex couldn’t be any more obvious.

What you thought would be met with eager willingness was instead met with a frustrated sounding growl from your boyfriend. “Fuck. I want too, I really, really want too but I’ve just organised a surprise, baby.” He sighed. So that was what he was doing out on the balcony. “A surprise?” Your eyebrows met in the middle quizzically. “What kind of surprise?” He knew you weren’t a huge fan of surprises and were more of a preparer type person. You liked knowing what you were going to do, where you were going, what you were going to wear. Pierre smiled. His fingers ghosted over your delicate folds - a reminder his hand was intact exactly where you had let it too only moments before - as he slowly nodded.

“I’m not going to tell you what we’re doing. You just need a bikini.” You almost didn’t hear his words because your brain was completely distracted by the shudder that passed through you from the action of his fingers. And just because he liked to play with you, he raised his fingers to his mouth. He enclosed his mouth around them, no doubt tasting your wet slick excitement on them, and moaned deeply because he knew exactly how pent up it got you when he teased you.

“Where are we going?” You asked Pierre (threatening to go in a huff) for the fourth and final time as you got into the chauffeur driven Mercedes parked right in front of the hotel lobby. He had been tight lipped when you tried to coax his plans out of him right after he told you you needed a bikini. You tried hard to get the answer from him and even used dirty tactics by holding up two different styles in front of him - the first option was an impossibly tiny thong that l barely covered anything at all; while the second was an extreme high cut that left little to the imagination, it didn’t surprise you when he went for the first option - and when that didn’t work you pouted, lowered your chin so your eyes were as big as they got when you were about to blow him, and asked again. Nothing. The last attempt was when you got in the elevator and tried to trick him into admitting his plans but he wiggled his finger back and forth and told you; “Patience is a virtue, doll”

So there you sat in the back of the car, pretending you were cool with not knowing the plans while Pierre’s hand ran up and down your bare thigh. He pretended like he wasn’t deliberately trying to torture you by pushing the white cotton hem of your dress further up your thigh with each stroke, but you had his number. You deliberately ignored him and gazed out of the window. His grip got harder to make you look at him but you continued freezing him out.

“If you don’t look at me I’ll make the rest of this journey very uncomfortable for you.” He had leaned across the car and purred the line straight into your ear. His body press harshly against your side but you couldn’t ignore the fact his hand had slid up to cup your clothed core. Your mouth dropped open but your head rolled back and your eyes went straight to his. “Good girl.” Was amused that he got what he wanted. Proud of himself even. He sat back - his hand retreating - and playfully shook his head. He knew you were being bratty because he hadn’t told you what was going on and was smug that he still held onto his secret.

The car ride lasted only a short while. Fifteen or so minutes and you had began to twig around 20 seconds ago when the car pulled into the marina. “Did you?” It had been a bit of a dream of yours to go on a yacht one day. A proper yacht, a big one. You had been on small sail boats, catamarans, gondola’s and the motorboats they have in Lake Como but never an actual yacht. “Is this a good surprise?” He bit his bottom lip awaiting your response. It was the best surprise. You couldn’t believe he remembered you talking about going on the types of vessels you were passing by. You didn’t think he paid attention to thought all the Below Deck references you dropped whenever you were near the sea. “The best!” You exclaimed while practically leaping across the car and squishing your lips on to his. Pierre was a romantic at heart. He had an animalistic raw sexual energy sure but deep down, he was the biggest, sweetest sentimental teddy bear.

You finally pulled off your little white dress when Cassandra (your chief stew) disappeared to make the pair of you some cocktails to enjoy on the main deck aft while you sunbathed. Pierre, clad in his now signature orange swim trunks, was already laying out on the sun deck. Every toned muscle on full display. He had been watching you as you removed the practically see through white dress and toss it aside. You watched him swallow and rolled his eyes at your teeny tiny bikini - the one he himself had chosen for you to wear. “I’m going to have a semi all day now I’ve seen you in that.” He groaned into your ear when he pulled you down to join him once you took his outstretched hand. “I know you will.” You winked and playfully but your lip “Don’t pretend you didn’t know that when you chose this one. I did give you a choice.” He laughed because he knew he had stitched himself up. “At least give me something to day dream about while I sunbathe, babe.” His eyes lowered to your equally as small bikini top. He was a butt guy through and through but Pierre couldn’t resist your perfectly proportioned boobs either. You glanced quickly around making sure none of the crew would catch you (or prying eyes from another boat) and pulled down the cups of the black bikini quickly. You counted to five before covering yourself back up again and Pierre burst out laughing out of his enjoyment at your little flash.

You felt little beads of sweat form on your chest as you baked in the hot Italian sun. The salty sea air served as a delicious fan to cool your scorching skin. Your head fell to the side and you took in the visage of your unbelievable boyfriend. His skin was glistening with sweat. The scattering of hair on his chest gleamed with it like they were minuscule little crystals. His cut abs were mere fodder for the v shaped guidelines that disappeared below the stretchy band of his swim shorts. Your mouth watered. How could it not? You had been hot for him all day. From the moment you woke up with the dull ache between your thighs - and sore adductors being a reminder of how good the sex really was. You let an unsteady breath escape your throat as you continued down and drunk in the rest of him. He had one leg propped up, his muscly tanned thighs on full display, and you felt the desperation for him kick in. Swiftly you glanced around again and checked the pair of you were alone. Naughtiness consumed you. You felt possessed by your urges.

Leaning over him you kissed his lips gently. He wasn’t sleeping but hadn’t been expecting your action. Even if it was a welcome one all the same. Your body stayed where it was as your finger danced along the waistband containing what you craved. “Baby….” You purred as you kissed the spot under his ear you knew he liked “there’s no one here, they’re all below deck.” You weren’t sure if that was entirely true but you had seen enough reality tv to know they would disappear pretty quickly if they happened to stumble upon anything. Pierre lowered his sunglasses before asking; “Is my good girl feeling a little risqué?” His mother tongue delighting in the pronunciation of the last word. You nodded and you saw all of the dirty thoughts rushing around Pierre’s brain all at once. “Do you think you can stay quiet?” His hand wrapped itself around your wrist - the one resting on his lower tummy while your fingers played with his happy trail - and guided it away. It collided with the mattress of the sun deck behind you and the pressure Pierre applied made it hard for you to move. His body rolled half way on top of yours. “Well?” He asked wanting a vocal confirmation “do you think you can stay quiet?” Normally Pierre wanted to pull every single loud pant, moan, gasp and sigh from you before he made you scream so now he wanted the opposite it was overwhelmingly thrilling. “I can try.” His eyes narrowed “I promise.”

Your word was enough for him. His hand left your wrist and instead came to the valley between your boobs. His fingers trailed down with delicate lightness. You knew better than to let your eyes follow the direction of his hand. He liked eye contact above all else so you kept staring straight back at him. Your mouth opened and you fought back the sigh that was about to leave it when his fingers dipped past the black neoprene fabric that clothed you. “How long have you been this wet?” He as good as hissed at you. “Since I woke up thinking about the way you fucked me last night.” A shaky yet pleased laugh left your boyfriends own parted lips. His forefinger slipped up and down your throbbing folds and you instinctively opened your legs wider for him. He spread the product of your excitement over sensitive creases before he settled on the bundle of nerves that he was by now, best friends with. You couldn’t help but inhale deeply as he made quick work of circling your responsive bud and drawing more and more quick breaths from you. In a normal, less public, setting you would by now be heavy breathing, moaning his name and gripping hold of whatever your hand could find.

“Pierre….” You whimpered quietly, in a broken, breathy tone that was completely carnal. He stepped up the pace and your hands went to his neck, needing to hold on to something as he worked you closer and closer to your high. “You’re so beautiful when you’re this close.” His words caressed your lips before his tongue delved in. He knew you were close (he always knew) when your hips raised up off the daybed underneath you. Desperately seeking more friction, more pressure from his fingers - which of course he gave you without hesitation. “Fuck, Pierre…” the smallest of pleas left you as his mouth swallowed your words.

And then you had to remind yourself to open your eyes for him as he made you climax, hard and sudden. Your body tensed as the high aroused your soul. Shockwave after shockwave came in unrelenting waves like the ocean below the yacht. Pierre kept going, his pace only slightly slowing, to make sure you rode every last inch of the orgasm he graced you with and only when your thighs stopped shaking did he dip his fingers down to the wetness his actions had produced. You saw the pride and smugness overtake him as he felt what he had done to you.

Then without a single shred of warning his hand left your bikini bottoms and the elastic material snapped back against your skin. “Can I get you both another drink?” Cassandra’s Italian laced voice came from behind us. “We’re fine, thank you” Pierre answers for the both of you. You stayed exactly where you were, clinging to him almost, as he did so. A heat spread up upon your cheeks and you realised you were holding your breath. “She’s gone.” He said quickly before erupting into laughter

“Oh my God!” You yelped and buried your face in his neck. There was no option that to feel instantly mortified. The girl couldn’t have been older than you nor Pierre and she had innocently approached you both after you had been doing something so utterly obscene. “Did she see us? I was quiet wasn’t I?” “Shhh….Mon Amour” he kisses you gently “don’t worry, I’ll just tip them a little extra.” He winked when he pulled back and playfully you hit him on his chest for being so typically well, Pierre, about things. “I’ll tip them EVEN MORE if I can fuck you right here on the deck.” You knew he wasn’t joking but you laughed none the less. “Ok” Your words caught his attention “but first, let’s take a dip…” his reply came swiftly; “Fine, as long as it’s the skinny type”

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formulapierre · 6 months

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I don't wanna leave just yet | Pierre Gasly

Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Y/N!reader

Prompt : Based off of 'I don't wanna leave just yet' by Thomas Day. Where Pierre suddenly ends your relationship; claiming it was your fault and you have to deal with the fallout.

Warnings: Cheating. I also wrote this in a couple hours so please excuse any grammatical errors. Thanks x

Word Count: 1358

Song: I don't wanna leave just yet - Thomas Day

'The world goes up in flames so fast'

“Y/N,” Pierre says from the kitchen.

“What’s going on P?” You ask, still sitting on the couch. Pierre didn’t sound like himself which concerned you, in the whole almost three years you had been together he had called you by your first name probably a handful of times. You got up and went into the kitchen, knowing that was going to be an important conversation

“I need to be honest with you Y/N; I need to be honest with myself-” He starts to say before you cut him off.

‘What are you saying?” You ask him, very confused by the situation.

“We haven’t been working for a while…and I’ve-” He says pausing, evidently trying to figure out what to say and how to say it.

“-you’ve found someone else…” You say, finishing his sentence for him, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes, clouding your vision.

“Yes,”

And all I want is all I had But it's too late to take it back

“We can fix this…I can fix this,” You say softly.

“No Y/N,” He says, almost pained.

“Please Pierre, there’s no way this is just it,” You argue, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“It is, I have found someone else. This isn’t just about me and you anymore…well it never was, was it?” He asks and you roll your eyes.

“You’re still insecure about that?” You asks, lost for words that he was still hung up over it. “ I never slept with him, we both told you that. Stop making things up Pierre. There never was, is, or will be anything between Charles and I.” You argue; He had apparently seen proof of you and Charles leaving a party in Ibiza together.

“The photos Y/N!” He argues back.

“Are of some random girl, who also has blonde hair. Its not that fucking uncommon.” You reason for what felt like the millionth time. “So that's it? That's the reason you’re going to use? End three years of us because of some bullshit rumour?” You ask, the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

And I can't ask of you to give away the last of you But, selfishly, I'm hoping that you stay

“Please don’t go,” You beg as he silently packed his bags.

“I can’t stay here, can I?” He asks bitterly, sticking to his guns.

“You have to believe me, those rumours are just that, rumours,” You say. “You trust me Pierre, there is no reason I’d lie to you. Fuck me, why would Charles lie to you? He is your oldest friend for Christ's sake?!”

“You tell me Y/N? Is it because you’re still seeing each other behind my back?” He asks and you just laugh.

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” You ask incredulously

Let's lock all the doors and crawl in to bed Just another moment so I don't forget

You were sat, side by side in Pierre’s brand new Porsche; a gift He had bought himself when he signed his contract with Alpine. His hand resting on your thigh as you drove along the southern french coastline. The wind running through your hair as you sang the lyrics to your favourite songs.

As the song came to an end Pierre turned the volume down before looking over at you. Your large sunglasses and woven hat keeping the sun out of your face but bright red smile, smiling right back at him.

“Have I told you today how much I love you Cherie?” He asks sweetly, as soft blush covering your face.

“I don’t think you have,” You reply as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“Well we definitely need to change that,” He says, causing you to laugh softly. “I love you Y/N so much it hurts; it feels like I was made to love you. We are perfect for each other and nothing will ever come between us, because I love you,” He says honestly and jokingly; you both had found the notion of true love to be made up, but people around you had always commented on the fact you were perfect for eachother.

“Yeah right,” You reply teasingly.

“Cherie, it pains me that there may even be a little part of you that doesnt think what I said was true,” He says with a laugh as He comes to park at your next stop. A tiny village surrounded by vineyards, known for their white wine

'Cause it's gonna hurt, and I'm scared to death We have to go but I don't wanna leave just yet

How couldn’t he believe you?

You had even gotten Charles to speak to him about it; Pierre barely listened to him as He spoke. Neither of you making much difference. That had been a few months ago, you had thought you had moved past it considering you hadn’t actually seen charles since the supposed event. But apparently not.

How were you going to be ok without him? He had been your lifeline, your rock for nearly three years. And how could he throw that all away over rumour?

Of all people to not be affected by rumour, you would have thought it was him. His job and the places he worked were full of speculation, gossip and rumour. There were constant rumours about the latest supermodel He had bedded, but you didn’t let that get to you. Why was the other way around any different?

You were lost.

The truth is written on the walls But we'll lay here and watch them fall

You lay in bed, staring at the framed photos on the walls.

You and Pierre in Rouen,

You and Pierre at the beach in Monaco with Charles and Charlotte,

Christmas last year that you spent with your family,

The selfie you took on your anniversary date,

The road trip you took around the UK when you first got together, wanting to show him all your favourite places.

The photo Esteban had taken of the two of you kissing in the back of Pierre’s garage only a few months ago.

You thought about taking them down so you didn’t have to look at them, not wanting to face what was reality for so long. You cried, remembering each memory associated with each photo, how much it hurt that he wasn’t here, and wasn’t going to walk through the bedroom door and scoop you up into his arms; telling you everything was going to be ok.

And please forgive me for holding on I'm tryna take it in before you're gone

He had forgotten it when he had packed all his stuff up. A linen shirt. Something so basic, but so important at the same time. That was his signature outfit. The one he wore on your yearly Lake Como trip, or when you go to France to see his family, or when he was just lounging around the apartment. You were surprised when He messaged, you knew for a fact He had a handful of other shirts just like it.

But this would be it; you held it close to you. Inhaling the, now, feint smell of his cologne for what would be the last time before you heard your doorbell ring. You folded the shirt, setting it down before answering the door.

“Hey Pierre,” You said opening it to reveal him standing on the other side.

“Just let me have my shirt Y/N, I don’t want this to be any longer than it has to be,” He says and you have to stifle your emotions, just nodding and grabbing the shirt from the table.

“Here,” You say, handing it to him.

“Thanks,” He says quietly before turning away and heading down the hallway. You watched as he walked away from you for the last time.

'Cause it's gonna hurt, and I'm scared to death We have to go but I don't wanna leave just yet

His clothes were gone,

His toothbrush was gone,

The photos were gone,

His smell was gone,

He was gone.

And you? You were lost.

A/N : I might do a few more of these purely text based fics as they are much quicker to write than my Instagram fics and shorter; though I will continue to do them I just want to be posting more regularly for you all. -E x

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sugakookie78 · 6 months

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Workouts (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

All pictures are from either Instagram, Tumblr, or Pinterest

@/Y/N.Y/L Day 1 and 2 of Workouts

Tagged @/pierregasly

Liked by @/pierregasly, @/yourbestfriend, and 19,385 others

pierregasly Thank you for keeping me company, baby

Y/N.Y/L You're welcome, babe

user1 Omg! You two are the hottest couple!

yourbestfriend Where did you get the shirt in the last picture?

Y/N.Y/L I think it was Target, but I'll check

yourbestfriend Thank you. You look so cute in it!

Y/N.Y/L <3

Y/N.Y/L Workout Day 3

Tagged @/yourbestfriend, @/yourfriend

Liked by @/pierregasly, @/yourbestfriend, @/yourfriend, and 18,293 others

pierregasly You didn't want to go on a run with me?

Y/N.Y/L You went at 5 in the morning... I'm not waking up that early

pierregasly But it's cooler when it's earlier

Y/N.Y/L ...I guess

yourbestfriend I regret this immensely

yourfriend I'm with you... @/Y/N.Y/L, next time, you're on your own

Y/N.Y/L You say that now, but you'll want to do it again at some point

@/pierregasly ...Workout Day 4

Tagged @/Y/N.Y/L, @/charles_leclerc

Liked by @/Y/N.Y/L, @/charles_leclerc, and 294,371 others

Y/N.Y/L <3 Thank you for letting me join

pierregasly You're welcome at any time <3

user1 Piarles? New picture together

charles_leclerc Did Y/N caption this?

pierregasly She wanted all of them to match

Y/N.Y/L So, yes, I did

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theundercoversquid · 2 years

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Pierre’s Baby Fever

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Request: ok ok hear me out. reverse baby fever where pierre sees you with his nephew and decides that he wants nothing more than to have a kid with you. your dad pierre fics are *chefs kiss* and i gently request more please

Warnings: Talks of having a child

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Pierre practically had heart eyes as he watched you playing with his nephew.

“You have it down bad, mate.” His brother comments, watching as Pierre watches your every move.

“What do you mean by that?” Pierre questions, not even taking his eyes off you.

“You’ve got baby fever.” He grins.

Before Pierre can respond, his brother disappears. Leaving Pierre to deal with that thought.

The two of you had spoken about it. Flirting with the idea. Both agreeing that you wanted a child with the other. It was just a matter of when. And Pierre was starting to wonder if the answer to when was now. Maybe he was ready to have a child now.

Looking up, you could see that Pierre was staring at you. An intense look on his face. Waving at him, you send him a soft smile. Wondering what was going through his mind. At your action, Pierre seemed to snap out of whatever stupor he was in.

Physically shaking his head to himself. Pierre headed in your direction. Walking to where, you and his nephew were playing.

When he reached you, he wrapped an arm around your waist. The other going to rest on your shoulder. As he pulled silly faces at the young boy. Causing infectious giggles to erupt from him.

Grinning, you turned your head to the side. Placing a kiss to Pierre, check as you joined in the game.

It was only later that same evening that Pierre brought up the topic of having a child to you. The two of you were wrapped up in bed together. In your own world, when Pierre felt ready to bring this thought into the world.

“How do you feel about having a baby, mon ange?” Pierre questions you.

To be perfectly honest, you weren’t expecting that particular question.

Turning to look at Pierre, you contemplated his question for a moment

“I’m ready when you are.” You tell Pierre. A soft smile on your face.

“And if I told you I was ready now?” Pierre questions. Shifting closer to you.

“I would tell you I was more than ready.” You tell him. “Just maybe not now, now.” You tell him.

“Why not.” Pierre whines. “I want to have a baby with you as soon as possible.” Pierre pauses for a moment contemplating. “But not too soon, as the making of said baby is quite fun,” Pierre adds. A smirk on his face.

“Pierre” You shriek. Gently slapping his chest. “I don’t want to do it here with your parents and family in the same building.”

“I’m pretty sure they know that we have sex,” Pierre tells you cheekily.

“I know.” You nod. “But I don’t particularly feel like doing it under the same roof as them.

“Fine,” Pierre grumbles. Rolling over. “But the moment we get home, we are starting. I can’t wait to have a mini you or me.”

Laughing, you snuggle up to him.

And the both of you fall asleep picturing the future ahead of the pair of you.

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lxndonorris · 3 months

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comfort - Pierre Gasly

Y/N x Pierre Gasly Theme: Fluff Pierre comforts you after a long/bad day at work x word count: 930 taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

After a long, exhausting day at work filled with overtime and tiring tasks that seemed never-ending, you trudge your way home, feeling the weight of fatigue clinging to your every step. The anticipation of relaxation keeps you going as you approach the door, hoping for some reprieve from the stress that has consumed your day.

As you enter your apartment, a soft glow of candlelight envelops the space, casting a warm and comforting ambiance. The air is infused with the delightful aroma of your favorite scented candles, creating an instant sense of calm. The strains of soothing music waft through the air, making you pause and take in the beautifully orchestrated surprise that awaited you.

"Pierre?" Your voice barely fills the hallway when your boyfriend steps out of the living room to meet you.

"You're back." He stands there, in a crisp white shirt that clings to his athletic physique and slimfit jeans, with a smile that promises solace. His hair and beard meticulously groomed, he radiates a quiet confidence that immediately puts you at ease.

In that moment, you feel the day's weariness begin to dissipate.

"Did you do all this?" You look around, taking all of your surroundings in as he approaches you, a slight swagger in his steps.

"Yeah," Pierre blushes, "I hope it's okay." He embraces you with a tender hug, and you notice he is wearing your favorite cologne as well.

"It's perfect." You stroke the small of his back as he starts to purr contently.

His lips meet yours in a soft kiss, a reassurance that everything will be alright.

"I know work's tough, so I wanted to help you relax." A shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and his voice is a little rougher than usual.

As his fingers gently stroke your back now, you can't help but marvel at the depth of understanding and the effort he has put into turning your dreary day into something magical.

"Thank you so much." This time, you lean in and kiss him, enjoying his lips on yours and the way his beard tickles. Simultaneously, you run a hand down his firm chest, steadying yourself against him.

"You haven't seen the best part." With a guiding hand, he leads you to the bathroom, a haven he has prepared with equal care.

The room glows with the soft light of more candles, their flickering flames dancing in harmony with the peaceful music. The bathtub, filled with warm water and adorned with fragrant bubbles, beckons you to immerse yourself in its soothing embrace.

"This is beautiful." Your voice is barely a whisper, overwhelmed by all of this, but when he hugs you from behind, his hands meeting in front of your stomach, you give in to him, taking a deep breath.

"Let me help you." He growls deeply, and together, you undress, one piece at a time.

Eagerly, you slip into the warm water, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to melt away. The gentle hum of relaxation fills the air as you close your eyes, grateful for the sanctuary Pierre has created for you.

Sensing the need for a moment of shared tranquility, you turn your head and look at him with gratitude. "Do you want to join me?" You ask, and he smiles right away.

"I'd love that." Pierre smirks, and without hesitation, he begins to undress, and you can't help but admire the effortless grace with which he moves.

As more and more of his clothes fall to the floor, the anticipation inside your belly grows. A tingling sensation spreads through your chest, and when he steps into the tub, the water ripples with newfound warmth, and a contented smile plays on his lips.

Pierre finds a space right behind you and pulls you a little closer. His hands, skilled and comforting, begin to massage your shoulders, relieving the residual stress that had accumulated throughout the day.

His strong yet gentle hands begin to explore the contours of your shoulders and neck, his fingers expertly finding the knots that have accumulated from the day's stress.

"How does that feel?" Pierre breathes down your neck; his voice is so smooth and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

"Very good." You press your lips together, enjoying this so much.

With each deliberate movement, his touch releases tension you don't even realize you are holding onto. The warmth of the water enhanced the soothing effect, and you can't help but let out a contented sigh as he skillfully works his way across your shoulders.

"This feels good." You let out a deep sigh, embracing him, feeling the connection between you deepen in the calming waters.

His fingers, adept at navigating the intricacies of muscle and tension, move in rhythmic patterns, creating a symphony of relief.

"You deserve this, Y/N." Pierre smiles warmly, and as he continues the massage, his attention to detail becomes evident.

He pays close attention to your responses, adjusting the pressure and focusing on areas that hold the most tension.

The soft lull of the music, the flicker of candlelight, and the warmth of the bath create a cocoon of serenity that envelops you both. The world outside the sanctuary seems to fade away, leaving only the gentle caress of the water and the comforting presence of Pierre.

In that shared moment of vulnerability and intimacy, the weight of the day lifts completely. As his hands continue their soothing motion, you find yourself grateful for the simple yet profound gesture of love that transformed a challenging day into a serene night.

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lake como | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.6k words warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, kinda public sex, kinda exhibitionism ? unprotected sex (p in v, creampie), fingering, oral, choking, kinda switch!reader and switch!pierre (i think?), thigh riding, idk what elseeee pls lmk if i missed anything a/n: i was heavily affected by those pictures and videos from pierre in italy, so this came to my head. thank you to cousin @ireallydontknowdudee for beta-reading<333

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as the months and days ticked by, the weather started changing, long gone were the dark, cold, gloomy winter days. the clouds parted, making way for clear skies and shiny rays of sun.

with the rising weather came the days off. summer had never been her favorite season, but once she got a taste of what summers with pierre were like, she started looking forward to the endless nights underneath the stars, boat rides with the sun hitting her face. and her favorite part, pierre's shirts unbuttoned at the top.

it was his favorite form of teasing. showing enough skin to make her want more, covering enough to make her want to undo the rest of the buttons. and don't even start with the shorts. his white shorts were going to be the death of her. they accentuated his legs perfectly, clinging tightly to his thighs when he sat.

as their relationship progressed, she learned that pierre loved wearing white linen during summer. it contrasted perfectly against his tanned skin.

they’d been in lake como for the past two days, and each day was better than the last. pierre was becoming a different person there, he seemed more carefree, relaxed. they’d traveled with friends, but decided to spend their last day in como just the two of them. their morning was spent watching the sunrise, sitting on the balcony and enjoying a comfortable silence. his hand rested on her thigh, fingers spread wide, covering her skin completely. then, they went to town, he was carrying a picnic basket, where they placed different foods, fruits, wine and cheese that caught their attention as they walked through the streets. he held her hand as they walked to the small harbor, a boat he’d rented for the weekend was waiting for them, floating on the bright blue water.

she felt the wind blowing, she adjusted the headband currently holding her hair back, feeling the sun on her face. it was a perfect combination of the chilly italian breeze and the warm sun. she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the leather couch, a content sigh leaving her lips as she felt the boat stopping. they were in the middle of the lake, with no other boat or person around. just the two of them.

“are you enjoying yourself, ma cherie?” pierre asked, she opened her eyes to him standing in front of her. he was biting his bottom lip, shooting her a flirty glance.

"i am now that you're here, mon coeur," she extended her arms, prompting him to lean down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. they laughed as she laid down on the leather seat, pierre falling on top of her. “everything is better when you’re around,” she smiled, and she noticed his cheeks getting red, and wondered if what because of the sun or her words. she hoped it was the latter.

pierre was resting his weight on his arms, each on either side of her head, caging her in. he leaned his head down, pressing his lips against hers softly. she hummed softly, smiling into the kiss. her hands found refuge in his hair, his strands looked blonde under the yellow sunlight, he simply looked angelic.

a few minutes passed, their lips were caught in a sweet, soft fight for dominance as they lost themselves in the moment. he left a trail of kisses down her neck, there was a dopey grin on her face as she moved her head to the side to give him better access. the left strap of her dress had fallen from her shoulder, freeing even more skin for him to kiss and cherish.

"baby," she whispered, he placed one more kiss on her shoulder before lifting his head, she placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing the small dip from his dimples, "i love you," she said, and somehow, his grin grew wider.

"i love you too, cherie," he could see the sun hitting her eyes, and he could’ve gotten lost in her eyes right then and there. her fingers were playing with the collar of his shirt, and she let her hands slip under his shirt, touching the warm skin. he could see the shift in her eyes, changing from soft and gentle, to playful and hungry. “mon amour,” he started, lifting his top half, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him caged in her hold, he started laughing. “we’re in public, my love,” he reminded her with a quick kiss to her lips.

“hmm, i don’t see anyone around,” she raised an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip as she waited for his reaction. “we’re in italy,” she started, kissing his neck, “we’re finally alone,” she continued, dragging her lips down the column of his throat, “and i want you,” she curled her fingers on his hair, “i need you,” she whispered in his ear, right before kissing his soft spot. she felt him let out a shaky breath as she spoke. she’d made sure to keep her voice low and breathy, showing him how badly he was affecting her. “you know how i get when you wear white linen,” she whined, throwing her head back against the leather.

“show me,” he said, “show me what you want,” he leaned back, letting her take control. his back was now against the seat, she quickly straddled his lap and sighed as she felt his hardening length tucked inside his pants. she leaned down, leaving kisses all over his face, his neck. his hands were on her waist, feeling as she moved her hips back and forth, slowly. as her lips were attacking his neck, her fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. she started undoing them, her lips following the free path she was creating, she kissed her way down his chest, feeling the muscles in his abdomen contracting as she bit and nipped and licked his skin. soft sighs and whimpers were leaving his mouth, she bit back a smile at the thought of her being the one responsible for making him feel like that.

she pushed the shirt apart, he sat up to take it off but she stopped him.

“leave it like that,” she whispered, her hands on his face as she directed his lips toward hers. she felt him smile against her mouth, “since you wanted to wear linen, we’ll leave it on,” she said, moving one of her legs to rest between his, she was now caging one of his thick, muscular thighs between hers. she pushed him back against the seat, biting her lip as she settled down slowly.

leaving pierre with his clothes on was good for both of them, he knew how much it affected her to see him wear it, and for her…

“fuck,” she sighed, rocking back and forth slowly, the feeling of her heat against the fabric of his shorts was sinful. pierre looked down to his leg, lifting the skirt of her summer dress to reveal her bare cunt rubbing against him, using him to get herself off.

“you…” he started, but she placed her thumb on his lips, a wicked smile on her face as she continued rocking her hips. her nails were scratching his cheek lightly, playing with the small beard on his face.

“see what you did?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she gave one hard thrust, an obscene moan escaped her lips. she lifted the skirt of her dress, raising her hips, the unmistakable wet patch of her arousal staining the white fabric, “you made me messy,” she let out a shaky breath as he tensed his thigh. one of her hands went to palm his cock over his shorts.

“shit, cherie, please,” he breathed, placing kisses on her throat. “take it out,” he pleaded.

“no.” she whispered in his ear. “i told you. we leave the linen on,” she leaned back, watching as his face changed from shock to amusement, it was on rare occasions that he got to see her like this. he liked it. her hand left his straining cock, traveling to her wet core, she circled her clit with the pads of her fingers, in harsh, fast circles that made her let out a loud moan.

if there was anyone around, she hoped they were enjoying the show.

she slipped two of her own fingers inside her, aware that pierre was following her every movement. she could feel how much it was affecting him, from the way his breath was quick and uneven. she gave a few quick thrusts, rocking her hips against her own fingers now. once she got enough, she plopped down on his thigh again, and pierre grabbed her arm, taking her fingers in his mouth as she rode his thigh until she declared it was enough. she smiled, throwing her head back as she felt his hands on her waist, grounding her down to his thigh. she moved the shirt out of her way, leaving his chest completely exposed and available for her. she raked her nails down his chest, to his stomach, leaving kisses right after her trail of red lines.

her actions were accompanied by soft grunts, moans and whimpers, from both of them. she was getting close, her clit close to hurting from all the stimulation, whilst pierre was suffering since his hard cock was barely getting any attention. his shorts were completely ruined by now, but neither of them found it in themselves to care. the only thing in their minds was release. her release.

she really tried to keep it up, make him live all the teasing she’d been through since they arrived in the small italian village a few days ago. he hadn’t touched her since their trip started, he’d been too busy with his own fun to pay attention to her needs. she wanted him to suffer as well, but she knew she needed him so she could cum.

“fuck me,” she said, “please, pierre, fuck me,” her hips were starting to slow down, it was all too much. “please,” she repeated once she noticed he wasn’t doing anything to fulfill her needs. “baby,”

“no. you wanted to cum on my thigh? do it. i won’t touch you until you do,” he said, his hand sliding from her waist to her face, he moved her head so she was looking at him, “finish the mess you started," he ordered, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing lightly. he felt a gush of arousal leave her cunt, he took notice of his ruined shorts. "you want me to fuck you?" he asked, she whined, nodding as she continued to move her hips against his thigh, "you want me to ruin you just like you ruined my clothes, baby?" he said, and she was sure that his words were what was bringing her over the edge. "speak,"

"yes," she gasped, he'd tightened his grip on her throat, which made her squeeze her legs against his thigh. "yes, please, please, pierre. fuck me," she begged, feeling electricity running in her veins.

"i will," he said, noticing small unshed tears filling her eyes, her stimulations were too much. she didn't know how much more she could handle, “you just need to cum first. let go, give it to me and then i’ll fuck you, we can do anything you want, just cum for me,” his hand slid between their bodies, touching her clit as he kept his hand around her throat. her eyes rolled back, pierre sat upright, pulling her closer by his hold on her neck, their lips met in a hot, fiery embrace as he moved his hand in fast, rough circles over her clit, she lifted her hips, chasing his touch as her thrusts on his thigh didn’t stop.

she was close, he could feel it. he could feel the way her legs were threatening to give out, her muscles fluttered around him.

“fuck it,” he groaned against her lips, pulling down his shorts and underwear, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. she immediately threw one leg over his, his cock slipping inside her aching hole easily from how wet she was. she gasped, hands gripping his hair as he held her waist, his lips replaced his hand on her throat, and he held her steadily as he was the one to guide her movements up and down his shaft. “you’re so tight, so wet,” he breathed against her neck, his warm breath making her skin rise in goosebumps.

“it’s all for you, all yours,” she mumbled, if she thought riding his thigh was driving her over the edge, having his cock inside her, finally, was both a torture and the greatest pleasure she’d felt in days. his thrusts were deep, at the perfect speed so she could feel every inch of him and crave more at the same time.

she was mumbling incoherent words under her breath, her eyebrows furrowed in a teasing frown. he sneaked one hand down to touch her clit, and the band inside of her snapped. she gripped his shoulders, almost ripping the fabric of his shirt as she held onto him desperately. his thrusts slowed down, but they were still as rough as before.

“please, please,” she didn’t know why she was pleading, she was still wrapped in the cloudy aftershocks of her orgasm.

“i’m almost there,” he said, kissing her cheek softly. “you did so good for me, baby, so perfect,” he held her hips as he helped her up and down his cock. “you’re squeezing me to death, my love. you want me? you want my cum inside of you?” she nodded at his words, rocking her hips back and forth, using the little strength she had left to squeeze her tight, velvety walls around him. “fuck, yes, just like that,” he grabbed her hips and flipped them over, so he was now on top of her. her legs wrapped around his waist as his thrusts became faster, erratic.

her back arched off the leather seat, pierre took the opportunity to kiss his way down her neck to her chest, dragging the light fabric down to her stomach and attacking her breasts with small bites and licks. she felt another orgasm forming in the pit of her stomach, a small ball of fire that was making her delirious.

after a particular hard, deep thrust, she felt his warm release hit her walls, then, she felt his weight on top of her. she turned her head forward, seeing the blue sky. she smiled to herself as she felt his lips making their way up her chest, her sore neck, and finally her lips. she closed her eyes and sighed as they kissed, she whimpered against his lips as he slipped out of her still sensitive core.

they kissed for a few more minutes, as the hazy afterglow started vanishing. she unwrapped her legs from his waist, feeling him sitting up. he looked down at her, a smile on his face as he took in her post-orgasm state. chest moving up and down in deep, fast breaths, a dopey smile on her face and a thin layer of sweat on her skin. he started buttoning up his shirt, but felt her hands on his, stopping him.

“where do you think you’re going?” she asked. she gathered all the fabric of her dress, taking it off and throwing it to the side. she leaned back against the leather rest, “you have to clean up the mess you made,” she bit her lip, spreading her legs. the sight of his cum leaking out of her was enough for pierre to fall down on his knees, to bury his face between her legs and eat her out like it was the last time he’d get to taste her.

turns out, pierre wasn’t the only one that became a different person in lake como.

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Lazy day

Drabbles for: Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, Pierre Gasly

Words: 2202

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

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Daniel Ricciardo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lewis Hamilton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lewis! Don’t even think about-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pierre Gasly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re almost there.”

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

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

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Dom! Pierre smirking as he sees his c*m dripping down your thigh as you walk away from his driver's room... mans been frustrated lately... frustration should always be relieved

He's a Dom to his core, and he hates having to use something else to restrain you- when he has two hands of his own?

He'll fuck you against a mirror, taunting you to look at yourself- look at how depraved you look. He owns every inch of you and he wants you to know it.

And when he's done, he'll come inside you, marking territory. And when you're catching your breath, your pussy convulsing as you tumble down from the top, he'll watch you with an undated hunger. Man is never satisfied.

He would've loved to go another round, but he's gotta go to debrief. He helps you into your dress, but then his phone rings.

As you make your way to the door, cum dripping down your thighs, he tosses his phone away and pulls you in again.

#pg #asks #drabble #anon #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly fanfiction

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woman of my life — pierre gasly

[request] he never thought losing your little family was possible, not until that magazine cover.

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fallen autumn leaves colored the streets of central milan, peacefully resting on the sidewalk for your little girl to play with. the evening breeze announced the end of another day, a special one since you got to spend it with your daughter.

it was moments like this that reminded you of how she was the best thing to ever happen to you; walks around the city with amélie’s smile spread across her face and a small hand holding a strong grip around your fingers.

since the first time you held her against your chest in that solitary hospital bed, you swore to protect her from everything, and you weren’t breaking that promise over any lover.

dating pierre had been amazing for you, especially with how natural he had been about you being a young mom; he constantly reminded you that he was not afraid of loving a woman who wasn’t able to give him undivided attention. pierre had interacted a few times with amélie, but on each occasion, he connected with her in such a way that you couldn’t help the small tears running down your cheeks.

pierre insisted that she was a flawless reflection of her mother, said you both share a compassionate gaze accompanied by the biggest toothy smile. it wasn’t until a year into your relationship that you presented him to little amélie as your partner. she was over the moon, comparing you two to her favorite princess and prince. your heart fluttered with love seeing how content she was with him moving over with the two of you. suddenly, everything fell into place.

with your daughter knowing about your relationship, the both of you agreed it was more important than ever to protect her by keeping your love away from the public. pierre lived for formula one, but without a second thought, he would leave everything behind if it meant protecting you and amélie from the negativity the sport brought into the driver’s personal lives.

you were now walking with amélie towards her favorite gelateria, having promised to buy her a scoop of gianduia. “hurry up, mamma,” she insisted with excitement shining in her eyes, holding your hand while guiding you through the path she knew so well. you let out a small giggle at her, picking up the pace to keep up with her small but rapid steps.

“ma, pierre's in a magazine!” the little girl squealed as she dragged you closer to a kiosk on the way to your destination. it was indeed a picture of pierre, but he wasn’t by himself— it was the both of you in a football match a few days ago, seemingly arguing about the psg-juventus match while attending the game. he thought it would be a great idea to take you there since he supported the french team, while you rooted for its italian counterpart. you both had such a fun night but weren’t aware of the media outlets noticing your presence.

needless to say, a picture of you both in a compromising moment wouldn’t just make the front page of a magazine, it was intended to allure people into reading the article in which pictures of pierre hugging you and kissing your forehead were included. you felt exposed and forced by the media to share with the world your relationship— which wasn’t ideal considering amélie would be exposed to the public sphere too.

“what’s going on, mamma? is pierre angry?” the little girl now looking up at you while wrapping herself around your legs asked. you were speechless, never really prepared for this scenario. “of course not, amore mio. we were just having a conversation and someone took a picture of us, don’t worry about it,” you answered before picking her up and placing her on your hip. “come on, let’s go get you that gelato.”

intrusive thoughts on the many possible outcomes of your relationship becoming public knowledge invaded your mind, causing an anxious feeling to creep up your throat. as soon as you got to the store, amélie sat down with you at a table, eating her much-awaited sweet reward.

trying to keep calm to not worry your daughter, you dialed pierre’s number and waited for him to pick up. “pronto, mon amour. i was just about to call you, i’m on my way home,” he said, unaware of your current dilemma.

“amour, please come pick us up from the gelateria,” you pleaded in a tone that would make anyone think you were in serious trouble. “what’s wrong, chérie? you sound stressed, are you both safe?” he could hear you sigh. “talk to me.”

“there are pictures of us at the football game going around, they made the cover of most magazines.” pierre’s hands gripped the steering wheel as if the shock could make him crash. he thought of the many ways he would’ve smashed that damned paparazzi’s camera if he saw it happening. “putain. i’m so sorry, mon amour. this is all my fault, i shouldn’t have taken us.” he apologized while stumbling over his own words.

the desperate tone coming from him convinced you that he genuinely couldn’t lose you— the both of you. you knew he would do everything in his power to keep your daughter safe. “we will be alright. i know our love is stronger than this and, as long as amélie is safe, i won’t give up on us.”

you could hear your boyfriend’s rushed breathing on the other side of the line, emotion tainting his voice as he struggled to keep his composure. “mon amour, je t’adore. you are the woman of my life, i promise i’ll protect our family from this. i’m a few minutes away from you, save me some gelato.”

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itsfeckinwimdy · 1 year

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Dizziness - Soulmate Shorts 2

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Reader Pronouns: She/Her.

Letter: D = Dizziness (Soulmates start to feel dizzy when they’re apart for too long.)

Word Count: 456 words

Warnings: Mentions and discussions of nausea.

F1 Masterlist / Soulmate Shorts 2 Masterlist

Published: 18/03/2023

She felt as if she was going to throw up.

The world was spinning behind her eyelids, the darkness helping to subdue some of the sickness compared to watching the world swim around her. It was a never ending delirium composed of a turntable of colours, rotating endlessly without an end in sight.

The swirling darkness increased its tempo. The acid staining the back of her throat became more prominent as she tried slowing her breaths. The sweat lingering on her body from the race was practically revolting, her mind trying to focus on anything but the smell. She couldn’t shower until she got back to the hotel, so the bile, alongside the contents of her stomach, threatening its welcome was not wanted in any sense.

It was one thing to find your soulmate, that she was grateful for, but the constant dizziness and sickness that came with it after spending all but a few hours apart was the one thing she hated.

Her stomach clenched as she took another sip of water, her head lolling back against the wall as she pulled herself upright.

Okay, maybe she would trade Pierre if it meant no more sickness.

The door into her driver room opened and shut with a slam as a body collapsed ungracefully onto the floor next to her, a weight shifting itself onto her lap. It felt like she could finally breathe again, the swirling of her vision grinding to a halt.

She opened her eyes, the sight of Pierre’s mop of hair and head lying on her legs compared to his body strewn across the floor next to her was a sight to see. And one she missed of course.

Her fingers caressed Pierre's hair as a groan left his lips.

"Finally," he opened his eyes, his piercing grey-green ones staring directly into hers, "I don't feel like I'm going to empty my stomach over a reporter anymore."

She chuckled and shook her head at his words.

“Well, if you hadn’t spent so long with your interviews then we wouldn’t be in this situation now, would we?” She teased him back. The spinning had stopped. It was as if she could breathe freely again without worrying the contents of her stomach were to spew over an innocent passerby.

“You got me there,” Pierre smirked before hauling himself up off the ground, grabbing her hand to pull her up, “Come on ma chérie, let's get going. You can finally shower and wash the stench of sweat off yourself.”

“I don’t smell that bad,” she cried in mock offence, “If anything you smell worse.”

She pulled herself into his side, letting his arm drape across her shoulder, “Yep,” she fake coughed, “You definitely smell worse.”

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babygirlbenji · 2 years

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Hottest D.I.L.F - Pierre Gasly

A/N cat finally published a fic after seven months, who cheered !! anyway this is my first pierre fic and i'm lowkey proud of it ??? sry there's not rly much 'dad!pierre' but maybe it could b a series?? if u know what i mean?? anyway let's get into it!!

It really was not very often that Pierre was home. With his hectic schedule, he was away for days, sometimes even weeks. It was very hard for you, especially when you first got together just over five years ago, but even harder now that you had an 18 month old daughter to think about.

However, there was no doubting Pierre’s devotion to you and little Amélie. Any chance he got to take his girls to a race and show his baby off to his fellow drivers, he took it with both hands. Amélie had come to be a regular in the paddock, and all the drivers loved meeting and interacting with the little girl.

When Pierre was home, though, it was like everything that had happened in your lives before you met had led to this exact moment. The laughs you shared, the stories you told, the love you had for both each other and the little human you created… it was like something out of a fairytale. Many happy evenings were shared on the balcony in your home near Nice, Amélie fast asleep in her cot with you and Pierre sharing a glass of wine (for him) and a soft drink (for you, as you were still breastfeeding) only a few metres away.

One such day, during the summer F1 break, your work day had been… less than ideal. You worked at a high-end restaurant as an events co-ordinator, and your customers were infamous for being very difficult and demanding. You’d spent the first half of the day trying to persuade one client to not use one caterer (who was notorious for either poor food quality or just not turning up at all), and the other half of the day trying to persuade a colleague that a collaboration between the two of you would be highly beneficial. Much to your chagrin, neither venture had gone in your favour.

Fumbling with the keys to your home, you unlocked the door and kicked your heels off, dumping your bag on the small dresser by the front door. You made a mental note to yourself to check your files at the weekend.

The house was eerily quiet. Normally, when Pierre was home and looking after Amélie, your home would be vibrant with the giggles of a daughter laughing at her father doing some weird shit, or her bouncing away in her bouncer while he played F1 2022 (while stealing glances every few seconds to make sure she was okay).

Today, though, the halls were silent. No baby giggles, no goofy dad jokes, and definitely no sounds of pixelated Formula 1 cars.

‘Hello?’ you whispered. You made your way through the hall, before coming across the sweetest scene you had ever witnessed.

Pierre and Amélie were stretched out on the floor, on her baby mat and below her mobiles (of F1 cars, of course), both fast asleep. She was on her back, arms lazily flopped on the floor above her head, while her father was on his side; he probably fell asleep like that to make sure that she fell asleep before he did, as he hated sleeping on his side.

You whipped your phone out and took a picture of the scene in front of you, before quietly stepping forward and gently knocking Pierre’s foot with your own.

‘Oi.’ Another nudge with your foot, slightly harder than the last time. ‘Don’t make me mimic Daniel and yell your name obnoxiously loudly.’ The Frenchman finally stirred, looking around blearily to see who had dared wake him from his slumber. You did feel a bit bad, as the season was a few days away from getting underway again, but you wanted to spend some time with your husband before your daughter woke up from her sort-of-planned nap.

‘Bonjour, amour,’ he mumbled as he got up to wrap his arms around you. ‘Good day?’ You shrugged, relishing his embrace. Your head instinctively rested on his chest and you let out a contented sigh.

‘Typical rude customers, typical crusty old boss. What else is new?’ Pierre chuckled. He broke apart from the embrace slightly to cup your face with his hands.

‘Quit. I’ll support you.’ You made a face.

‘I’m grateful for the offer but you know I like being independent.’

‘Go part time at least.’ It was indeed tempting, and you had thought about reducing your hours, but that was a conversation and a decision for another day. Right now, you had a husband to catch up with and dinner to make together. You stood up on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss.

‘I’ll think about it. What do you want for dinner? We’ve got some lasagne leftovers, or I can do a pasta bake with something, or we could order in, or…’ Your sentence was interrupted by your daughter stirring on her floor mat, obviously recognising her mother’s voice. ‘There’s my little star, how are you, Ammy?’

As Pierre watched you pick up your baby and hold her close to your chest, his heart swelled with love for his girls. He had known since the moment he met you that you were the one for him, but there were several moments that stuck out to him in which he knew that he was going to spend the rest of your lives together, and one of those moments was six months before he proposed to you, when you had just given birth to Ammy.

‘Je t’aime, amour,’ he whispered to you. Your eyes met and you shared a sweet smile, before your attention returned to Amélie, who had started fussing.

‘Bonjour, my little petal, how are you?’ You gently lifted her out of her bouncer and into her chest. She giggled at the attention from her mother, playing with your hair with her tiny fists. ‘Ow, ow, darling, that hurts.’ Though your words could have come across as scolding, your gentle laughs as she figured out the texture and waved your hair around negated the slight pain as she pulled the strands from your scalp.

Pierre watched, completely transfixed by his two favourite girls. He’d always wanted kids, especially a daughter, but this was a million times better than what he had ever imagined.

After you had had dinner on the sofa watching a new season of Below Deck, you tucked Amélie into her cot and put her little nightlight on. You said your usual goodnights to her, as you gently kissed her soft baby hair on the top of her head. She smelled of her baby lotion, of vanilla and fresh laundry. It was one of your favourite smells.

‘Goodnight, my angel, mama and papa love you so much. Sleep tight.’ You closed the door as quietly as you could.

‘Amour, where are you?’ Pierre’s voice chimed in from your master bedroom.

‘Just coming, darling, I’m just down the hall,’ your voice softly echoed down the hall. Pierre was always the protective type, especially when you joined him in the paddock, but since you had Amélie, his protectiveness had grown tenfold. If you were just at home, though, it was probably just him being a clingy bastard (not that you really minded).

You joined him in the huge four-poster bed, snuggling into his side. It was moments like this you missed the most; just you and him, alone from the world and having some time to yourselves. You loved Amélie, of course you did, but every couple needs time just for each other.

‘Would you prefer it if I was here more?’ Pierre’s question made you sit up and look at him, bemused.

‘What do you mean, babe?’ He shrugged.

‘I’ve just… I’ve been thinking about it and maybe it’s time for me to quit F1.’ Your face must have conveyed how shocked you were at this revelation, because he ploughed on. ‘Well, Amélie’s getting older, I don’t want to miss any more than I have, and I can always do reserve driver positions for teams or be a pundit like JB. I have three driver’s championships now, I doubt I’ll be short on offers. Plus I can be the hot… hot… what do you say? About JB?’ You started giggling when you realised what he meant.

‘DILF, babe, and you’d be the hottest DILF in the paddock. But it’s not a decision you have to make right away.’ He nodded, accepting the fact that you were both tired and needed some rest. Like you said, it wasn’t a decision that needed to be made right away. All you needed to do know was bask in each other’s company, safe in the knowledge that all the two of you would ever need is each other.

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Your comments about Pierre have me wanting a Pierre oneshot from you!!!

The Moustache Test Drive

Summary: Pierre finally gave into you and grew in the moustache to his beard…but he wants you to “test drive” it to make sure it stays Rating: 18+. Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Reader Word Count : 1,793. Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult content, adult language, oral female receiving, slight fingering, slightly rough action 💞Authors Note : Seeing as Mr Gasly hasn’t given us any gif worthy clips of his delicious new addition (if he still indeed has it) then we’ll roll with this hot af one ✌🏼

You buzzed with excitement. It wouldn’t be long till you were off the plane and back with your new boyfriend to celebrate the New Year. You had only properly been dating Pierre for the past three months and everything was still new and thrilling. And while you felt like you were in a fast paced, blissful haze you also felt strangely settled and content with him. All of your friends back home were right though when they told you not to get ahead of yourself and just take the moments as they came. You knew he had a bit of a history with short term relationships (and being a massive flirt) so knew to keep things at a nice steady pace instead of jumping head first into things. But none the less, as soon as the wheels of your plane touched down in Dubai you couldn’t contain yourself.

Pierre text you as soon as you were off the plane and heading toward the first class luggage reclaim area to get your luggage (as Pierre had booked your seat for you he spared no expense) to tell you that he was waiting for you in the arrivals hall. You were so eager to get through and get your hands on him. You had last seen him two weeks ago and yet you were addicted to him your fingers tingled for wanting to be on his skin.

While the lovely man from the airline pushed your multiple bags for you on a trolley you broke out into a gigantic smile when you saw him. Pierre was standing there waiting for you with a smile on his own face too. And then something just grasped hold of you and you broke into a slow sprint to get to him quicker. And when you reached him his arms engulfed you and you were lifted clean off your feet. “Fuck, I’ve missed you!” He sighed as he held your body to his. All you could think of was how it felt to be back in his energy and how strong his body felt around you. As Pierre lowered you back to your feet you needed his lips on yours, you craved it above all else. Your hand went to the back of his head and he got the hint but right as his lips touched yours something was different and you immediately pulled your head away to check. “Pierre!” You gasped and he looked at you with mocked confused as to why you had stalled. “What is that?” It came out of your mouth without even thinking but it wasn’t because you were appalled it was because it was amusing and you realised he had listened to your pleas. “Oh! This?” He tan his fingers over the newly formed hair filling the space between his upper lip and his nose. “I’m trying it out….my girlfriend begged me.” He did that signature Gasly smirk and cheeky tongue thing that drove you wild. “I didn’t beg you.” You playfully tried to correct him but he wasted no time putting his hand around your neck and pulling you back into him. “We can debate that later, just shut up and let me kiss you.” And so you did. And he did. And it was fucking perfect.

It didn’t take long till you were both back in Pierre’s suite. He stood watching as the hotel porters unloaded your luggage from the bellhop trolley in slight amazement and dumbfounded-ness. “Mon Amour, are you on vacation or moving in?” And you rolled your eyes. You had over packed - yes, that was true - but you wanted to look good for him and he hadn’t told you anything about what this Dubai trip would entail so you wanted to be prepared for every eventuality. You had enough bikinis to last the full two weeks and also plenty for activities outfits like sand-dunning and (god forbid) if he wanted to jump out of a plane and skydive. Glancing at the cases you figured at least you would always be dressed appropriately. After Pierre shook the palm of the porters hands - tipping them generously - they left the suite which finally left the pair of you alone, you immediately thought of the moustache again.

“So what made you give in?” Asking him playfully while removing your sweatshirt and catching a glimpse of the newly formed upper lip invader. He turned to you but didn’t comprehend what you were referring too till you rubbed your top lip. With an exhale and a joking eye roll he told you; “Well, this really beautiful but kind of annoying girl said I looked like a baby wolverine and I guess I want to be the full grown, wolverine that gets to do this….” The whole time he had been speaking he closed the space between the pair of you and without a shred of hesitation he grabbed you round the waist and shoved you forcefully - but in a super hot way that made a gasp leave your body - against the wall to the side of you. An agreeable “hmm” purred from way down deep inside your body as you adjusted to having your back flat against the cool, cold wall. From Pierre’s expression you knew the noise you had just made pleased him immensely.

“I think you need to take it for a test drive.” He hummed. His eyes flickering down to your lips before falling lower to where your chest was heaving in your sports crop. “What do you mean?” You sort of knew what he was hinting at - it was one of the main reasons you really wanted him to grow it in the first place - but you liked the feral side that came out in Pierre when you acted so innocent with him. Without one single moment of indecision Pierre grinned smugly before slowly getting on his knees before you. You tried to regain control of your breathing because it had become erratic as soon as Pierre’s fingers hooked under the waistband of your leggings and began to pull them down. He paused for a second to pull your trainers off and finished getting you out of the sage green tight Lycra. You whimpered his name when the slightly rough pads of his fingertips ran up and down your thighs but his eyes were on the prize and he was laser focused. Intently you watched him as he reached for your simple thin thong and just as he had done with your leggings he pulled it down your legs tantalisingly slowly. Pierre’s hand then firmly went to the backside of your thigh and your eyes left left him as he repositioned himself and put your leg over his shoulder, his mouth now tormentingly close to where you were desperate to feel him.

Pierre worked quickly. After fleetingly glimpsing up to you he ran his index and forefinger up and down your dampening folds before finally he stopped teasing and parted you. Pierre’s tongue then swiped over your sensitive bundle of nerves in one featherlight and slow, so painfully slow, stripe. You sighed as he continued driving you insane by taking his time with you. The tip of his tongue stroking up and down, up and down. The pressure wasn’t enough and you were sure you hadn’t breathed since Pierre began this torture so your shoved your hand through his hair to urge him to step it up a notch. Which he did. He took your hint and sealed his mouth around your now aching, pulsating clit and sucked strongly. The action made a full shiver rack through you and you it made a sound of sheer pleasure roll from the back of Pierre’s throat, as if he was devouring his favourite meal. You mentally thanked your body for its response because Pierre gripped hold of your butt and made sure you got all the strength of his tongue. Your breath caught in your throat as his name was teetering on the tip of your tongue but he surprised you by pulling away and looking at your pussy, glistening with a mixture of your wet arousal and his saliva. He clearly admired it for a moment before he delved back in and this time his tongue went lower and this time you felt the moustache graze against your sensitive little bundle. “Fuck!” You gasped, unable to hold it back anymore. You wanted him to know how good it was, how good he was, his good his tongue was. Your fingers tangled into his hair and pulled on it so he knew how badly you wanted more. Which he gladly gave you but all you could think of was the new sensation of his moustache. The slight prickly sting against your fleshy bud was a reminder of all the begging you did weeks ago to get Pierre to stop shaving his upper lip. It wasn't a selfish move - be truly looked better with it and it completed his beard - but fuck, as he was close to making you climax you mentally thanked yourself for being so relentless.

However, it was Pierre that was the relentless one now and he really stepped on the gas and accelerated all of the movements he was making. Short, longing licks were replaced by merciless lapping of his tongue and you had been so focused on the feel of the upper lip addition that you missed him adding his fingers into play. You had become a panting, quivering mess by the time your orgasm was hammering down on top of you and you were struggling to hold out. The attempt really was futile because Pierre hummed against you and his fingertips found the fleshy mound inside of you and grazed it repeatedly. And that was it. You were gone in seconds. You came so hard that the leg that was holding you up almost gave way. Your body vibrated as Pierre brought you to the edge and pushed you over it. You orgasmed so hard that you would testify to seeing stars in front of your eyes, they were clamped that tightly shut. And he lapped up all of the juicy mess that you made. He always praised you and claimed you were his favourite taste in the world and it was no different now. The only difference was when Pierre sat back on his knees and your leg fell from his shoulder you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the look of him. His moustache was glistening, coated in the product of your orgasm.

“Is it staying?” He was so arrogant in the way he asked you but in the come down of your high you shakily laughed

“It is absolutely staying.”

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formulapierre · 9 months

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Masterlist!

Charles Leclerc

The Loneliest -> Where you are fed up in your current relationship and Charles has to watch as you find somebody else and see how much happier he makes you...

Timezone -> Where Charles is fed up with being so far away from you at a time where both of your lives are changing, not that he knows that...

Carlos Sainz

All I want -> Where your so called 'relationship' turned out to just be friends because Carlos 'can't' do relationships...

Max Verstappen

The Loneliest -> Where you are fed up in your current relationship and Charles has to watch as you find somebody else and see how much happier he makes you...

George Russell

Her Royal Highness -> Lewis introduces George to HRH Y/N the Princess of Wales during the British GP and the press seems to be hot on their heels... His Royal Highness -> George settles into life as the Prince of Wales which involves starting a family and having to overcome an obstacle that nobody saw coming... Their Royal Highness' -> Coming soon!

Pierre Gasly

I don't wanna leave just yet -> Where Pierre suddenly ends your relationship; claiming it was your fault and you have to deal with the fallout...

If you love her -> You finally decide to give Pierre your everything and you get his everything in return but life has other plans for you...

Logan Sargeant

Oklahoma Smokeshow -> Where you and Logan both had the dream of getting out of your small town and he was the only one that made it...

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sugakookie78 · 10 months

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Secret, but not Private (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Group 4:

Post 1: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Post 2: George Russell x Reader

Post 3: Yuki Tsunoda x Reader

All pictures are from either Instagram, Pinterest, or Tumblr

@/pierregasly Happy birthday, chéri (french: darling)! I hope 27 treats you well. I'll see you soon. I love you!

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charles_leclerc Tell her happy birthday for me!

pierregasly Will do

user1 Charles, do you know who this is?

yukitsunoda0511 Did you get the cookies I made?

pierregasly Yes, we really liked them. Thanks!

@/georgerussell63 Vacation

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landonorris Invite me next time!

alex_albon Me too!

charles_leclerc Me three!

user1 Who is this?

user2 Does George have a secret lover?

@/yukitsunoda0511 Happy anniversary, babe. Hope you had a great night in. I love you

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pierregasly Is that my controller?

yukitsunoda0511 Um, yeah. My other one broke

pierregasly Ok, just bring it back as soon as possible

user1 Yuki has a girlfriend? Does anyone have her @?

user2 No, it's never been shared

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theundercoversquid · 2 years

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Once burned, Twice shy

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Request: Can you do one for Pierre where he asks reader out but she decline since she is afraid of letting people in and love. But he continues to ask until reader gives in and let him take her on a date and later becomes her boyfriend

Warnings:

Part 2: Once burned, Twice shy pt2

Masterlist

It's incredible what an effect people have on you. Whether deliberate or accidental.

For you, the effect that they had on you was your fear of letting people in.

Your heart was locked away, and very few were allowed in.

The problem was a pesky Frenchman who was determined that you were going to let him in whether you wanted to or not.

Pierre was head over heels in love with you. And admittedly, you were head over heels for him too. The problem is just that you are too scared to let him in.

But Pierre was determined to tear down your walls and find himself a home in your heart.

Something he was doing with startling efficiency.

And Pierre showed you so many different ways that he cared. Everything from the big things to the little things. He memorised your coffee order, knew your favourite flowers and regularly bought some for you, and knew your birthday. But he also knew about your parents. And he knew their birthdays and things that were important to them.

Pierre knew you better than many of your friends. And he made it very hard to say no.

And it took your friend warning you that if you never went on a date with him, he would eventually move on. And that would hurt just as much, if not more, than trying to date him and breaking up.

So you decided to give it a go.

"Aren't you looking beautiful today, mon cherie?" Pierre asked one of his typical forms of greeting.

Rolling your eyes goodnatured at him, you ignored the compliment. "Good morning to you too, Pierre."

"How was your weekend, mon cherie?" Pierre question.

"Not that exciting without a race weekend." You answered honestly.

"You know what would make your non-race weekends more interesting?" Pierre questioned.

"What?" You asked. Knowing exactly where this was going.

"Going on a date with me?" Pierre told you. A cheeky look on his face.

"Okay." You nodded. The first time you ever had. The first few times he had asked you out you had been embarrassed and horrified. And then you started just ignoring them. But you had never said you.

"I'm sorry?" Pierre questioned, looking like the earth had dropped out from under him.

"I said that I would go on a date with you." You reminded Pierre.

Pierre just stood in front of you, frozen in place. The words 'Pierre.exe has stopped working' practically flashed over his forehead.

Starting to get worried that maybe Pierre asking you out was just a joke and that you had read far too much into this, you started to back away. Preparing to flee. Before you could actually get anywhere, Pierre lightly grabbed your arm.

"Do you mean it?" Pierre asked you. The most nervous you had ever heard him. "Are you really willing to go on a date with me?"

"yes." you nodded timidly. "There is less risk of getting my heart broken this way."

"Mon cheri." Pierre admonished. "I'm never going to break your heart. Because breaking your heart would break mine."

"I'm trusting you, Gasly," you warn the Frenchman before running away.

Not five minutes later, your phone pings with a message from him. Simply a time and date asking if you are free. Quickly scanning your calendar, you work out that you are free. Promising him that you will be there before putting your phone away.

Maybe this wouldn't end as badly as you were worried it would.

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