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Okay people I got questions…..
First of all I have to many fanfic ideas so here are the top there( I have no clue which ones to keep doing or just side questing all of them, I have some many đź“Ť ideas of these)
Here they are go read the info and then decide
Hello the reason why I was gone was because I was dealing with little demons called my cousins so ummm yeah enjoy I and please give me requests if you would like
Formula 2 Masterlist
Andrea Kimi Antonelli
Paul Aron
Oliver Bearman
Dennis Hauger
Arthur Leclerc
Poly!Drivers x Reader Masterlist
my favorite person —felipe drugovich
pov: you're a journalist and you always interview him but one day you're not doing the interviews and he starts worrying about you.
a very chaotic feature race just ended and you were ready to talk to the drivers. you were the one in charge of interviewing the podium sitters. first you talked to frederik vesti who had gotten p3, then to jack doohan who had gotten p2, and eventually it was time for you to talk to your favorite person in the f2 paddock (not that anyone knew that, or at least you thought you weren't that evident in showing it)
felipe drugovich had a very big smile on his face, and little did you know he was as happy to see you as you were to see him. felipe wasn't fond of the cameras and the microphones, in fact he was a rather shy with most reporters, but your interviews were different. you were different. he loved talking to you, it was the only time he really enjoyed getting in front of the cameras.
you matched his big smile. "p1 yesterday and p1 today, barcelona really is the place for you, isn't it?", he laughed and your heart started jumping up and down.
"yeah it has been an incredible weekend. the team didn't make any mistakes and i gave it all out there and we got the best result we could've hoped for", he said. his gaze never left yours. you two talked a bit about the race but like always, it had to end and you both had to be somewhere else.
as quick as your interviews were, he had found himself looking for you at every race weekend. he liked your presence and the way you expressed yourself, always polite but never afraid to ask the real questions. f2 was always a very agitated scenario but those moments that he spotted you around the paddock and got to say hello to you or even just exchange looks was something that he really appreciated.
"congratulations for both wins", you said to him to end the interview. you were truly amazed by him, he was an incredible driver but what you liked the most about him was that he never lost his sweet personality, even after weekends like this when he was on top of everything and everyone.
"thank you very much, y/n", he winked at you and left. you didn't know what you liked more, the way he said your name or his winks. it had become a bit of a habit for felipe to wink at you after the interviews.
he was really unsure about asking you out, because he didn't know if you even saw him that way, and if you didn't then it would be very awkward.
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the sixth round of the f2 calendar came and you were not in conditions to interview anyone. you had talked to your boss before friday and told him you had problems with your voice and by the time friday came, you barely had any voice left, so one of your colleagues took your place.
felipe won the feature race yet again, and he hadn't seen you around during the weekend but he was sure he would see you for the post race interview. he was wrong. the person in charge was not you but a guy he had talked to a couple of times.
before he could stop himself he said the first thing that came to his mind, "you're not the person i expected to see", he fidgeted with the collar of his race suit.
the guy laughed, "yes, y/n had a problem with her voice and couldn't be here today. but anyway, another great race for you." felipe quickly wrapped up after a couple of minutes. he kept thinking about you, and he wanted to know if you were okay but didn't know how.
after that he was in the trailer laying in his bed while clément was on his phone. he broke the silence, "clém you know y/n the journalist who always interviews us post race right", he said and turned to his teammate.
"oh i don't know, felipe, maybe i wouldn't remember her if you didn’t always talk about how cute she looks", he said sarcastically and didn't take his eyes off his phone.
"dont know if you noticed but she wasn't here today, and somebody told me she had a problem with her voice and-", he stopped because clém suddenly interrupted him.
"that's why you were so quiet! oh my man you're down bad", he looked at felipe, "you're worried about her"
blood rushed into his cheeks and his hand went to his hair and brushed it, "well yeah i am you fucker, but i don't know how to find out if she's okay or not"
"leading the championship but doesn't know how to talk to a girl. you have to be kidding me", clém chuckled. "dm her on instagram, champ", wiggling his eyebrows he reached out and grabbed felipe's phone, then handed it to him.
felipe wanted to punch himself for not thinking that before. you already followed each other. he searched your user and typed a short message.
heyy y/n it was weird not seeing you around. i heard you had problems with your voice :( is everything ok?
he read it like 10 times before sending it.
if you could have screamed when you got the notification of his message, you would have done it. you certainly weren't expecting him to even notice you hadn't been around. you wasted no time to answer him.
hi felipe :) that's so sweet, thank you for messaging me. to be honest it was weird not being on the paddock haha. im alright! just lost my voice because of the flu. but it's only a matter of time until i come back.
he couldn't help but to smile at his phone and clém started laughing, felipe punched him on the arm and replied to you.
glad to hear that! i hope to see you soon.
i hope to see you soon too! and also congrats on the win ;)
after that you spent the rest of the day sending messages to each other, which was something that both of you were really excited about.
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two weeks passed until the seventh round of the calendar and you two hadn't stopped talking. you found it was really easy to talk to felipe, the conversation never felt forced, and you quite enjoyed his sense of humour.
felipe was over the moon. he loved talking to you and he now was seriously thinking about asking you out. he felt very comfortable talking to you.
you were talking to a man holding a camera when he spotted you. felipe went still for a moment, taking in how beautiful you looked and much he had missed your presence, then shaked his head and went over to say hello to you.
the butterflies in your stomach went mad when you saw him approaching. you quickly said goodbye to karl, one of the cameramen who worked with you.
felipe gave you a kiss on the cheek, "hi, happy to see you again", you blushed a little and he found it adorable.
"happy to be back! how are you?" you asked.
"great, excited to be racing again. those two weeks felt like a lot more"
"yeah i get the feelin-", somebody from mp called felipe at that moment. he told them he would be right there in a second and turned to you. you didn't want to waste his time. "go, go, good luck today ", you said.
"thank you, y/n", he said, feeling mad about how little time he had talked to you after waiting two weeks to see you again. "see you later"
dennis won on sunday and all the boys were planning on going out to celebrate. felipe knew it was time to make his move. he texted you to know if you were still in the paddock and when you said yes, he asked you to come to the mp motorhome. he was waiting for you there.
"hey", you said when you saw him, he had changed out of his race suit and was wearing a purple shirt. that colour really suited him, you thought. "what's up?"
"hello, y/n", he greeted you. it was now or never, he thought. "the boys are planning to go out tonight, and i wanted to ask you, i mean- if you aren't too tired, if you wanted to come with me to the party", he said. you could tell he was nervous and you felt the sudden urge to kiss him right there. but you knew better than that.
you pursued your lips and nodded, "alright yeah i'd love to go with you", you said. and you both kinda stayed there smiling at each other for a bit until he snapped back to reality. you said yes. you were going out with him.
"great!", his hand went to the back of his neck, "i'll pick you up at 11"
"perfect", you said feeling like you were floating, "see you tonight, then"
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the night went more than amazing. the club was packed when you arrived, so felipe took the opportunity and grabbed your hand and led you to the table where the boys were drinking. dennis, liam, marcus, jehan, and a guy who introduced himself as james were all sitting at the table. they obviously noticed you and felipe where holding hands but thankfully they didn't say a word about it, you were glad of that because well.. at the end of day you worked with all of them every race weekend and the last thing you wanted was them acting weird around you.Â
after saying hello to all of them, felipe asked you if you wanted to get a drink and you nodded, then both of you headed to the bar. there you found a tipsy clément novalak.
"y/n!", he said the moment he saw you, he gave you a quick hug and shaked hands with felipe, "great to see you around, looking cute as always wouldn't you agree, felipe?"
you smiled and turned to see felipe. the expression on his face was a work of art as he said, "yeah you know i agree, mate marcus was looking for you"
"yeah i'll go straight to our table now, have a lovely night you two", he hugged you again and the hugged felipe and just like that he was gone.
a laugh escaped your lips. "i never heard marcus saying anything about clément".
"oh i didn't either", he smirked at you and ordered some beers for the two of you.
you laughed and you talked and you danced together. felipe didn't strike you as the type of guy that liked to dance, and you were surprised when he asked you dance with him, in reality he was great and you loved every minute of it.
you still couldn't comprehend how you were out in a club with felipe drugovich. the same felipe who winked at you after interviews, the felipe who drove fast cars for a living, the felipe that you had been admiring from afar for quite some time now. your hands around his neck, his hands on your waist, you couldn't stop smiling at him. you were mesmerized by him, by his brown eyes and his soft hair and his pink lips.
your gaze dropped to those pink lips you craved to taste, and he didn't let that go unnoticed. he cut the space that separated you and kissed you as the loud music resonated through the club. he kissed you gently, your hands went to his hair and his grip on your waist tightened. he had waited for this moment, he dreamed of kissing you every time he had to look at your lips while you were holding a microphone.
his tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, and the world, the music, everything seemed to stop for a moment. one of his hands went to your cheek and the kiss deepened, he tasted sweet, and you were drowning in him. kissing him felt right. it felt like it was meant to be.
that wasn't the last time you kissed throughout the night and by the time he drove back to the hotel your lips were redder than usual. he walked with you to your room and when you opened the door you turned back to say goodbye to him. as a journalist it was rare to struggle to find the right words to say, but you were feeling so many things you didn't even know what to say. thankfully he broke the silence.
"thank you for coming with me tonight", he said.
"i had a great time", you said, "would love to do it again"
"yeah i'd love that too", he said. he really didn't want to wait a whole ass week just to see you again. "we can have dinner tomorrow if you want", he blurted.
your smile grew bigger, "perfect", you said. "it's a date then"
he hoped there were many more dates to come because he really was crazy about you. he leaned closer and gave you a peck on the lips, "see you tomorrow", he said with a shy smile.
god you were really gonna fall hard for this brazilian boy.
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months had passed, and lot had happened. felipe was crowned champion, you two had made your relationship official and many dates had been planned.
it was a cold december night and you two went karting, you were sure you had won fair and square, felipe knew he had let you win.
you laughed as you took your helmet off, you held an imaginary microphone on your hand and went over to where he was taking his helmet off. "talk us through that last lap", you joked as if you were interviewing him, "how does it feel mr formula 2 champion, to be beaten by your girlfriend?"
he shaked his head, his smile growing bigger. he felt it more than ever. there, you with your hair messy from the helmet, pointing towards him what was most likely an imaginary microphone, with a giddy smile and your dimples shining under the lights of the karting track. he opened his mouth and said it for the first time. "i love you"
your heart stopped, you lowered your hand and you watched him very still. his curls moving for the night breeze, his beautiful smile, and you saw it in his eyes. love. you let the words sink in, and you didn’t hesitate to speak the words you felt too. "and i love you", you smiled. you were in love with the sweet boy in front of you, and he was in love with you.
felipe cupped your cheeks with both of his hands and softly kissed you. and right there, under the glowing lights of the track, you knew there were many more 'i love you' to come, and many more first times to go through together.
Ollie Bearman smut? Maybe with virgin reader
First Time|OB
Word counts 980
Warnings mentions bjs, hjs,dry humping and fingering, boob play and p in v (protected)
You and Ollie have been dating for almost a year now. You two are both still virgins but have still done sexual things together. You have given a blow job as well as a hand job and he’s gone down on you and fingered you. You also couldn’t forget the classic dry humping. Ollie wanted to make your first time special so he decided to take you out on a nice dinner. He did the classic rose petals on the bed and candles. He even asked Charles for advice on what to do. Charles gave him helpful advice like “ So take her somewhere nice on a date, make some flirty comments then on the drive home subtle touches on her thigh and finally you kiss her and take her to your room and sees how it goes from there but don’t forget consent that is the most important thing in the world”. Ollie then asked Charles for help on the act and Charles said nope. Ollie then decided to go to the internet he found some interesting websites that showed some interesting positions. He then is his browsing found some videos that showed people having sex. The video he can never forget was this video that showed rough sex of spanking that wasn’t Ollie’s cup of tea. Ollie then went to the shop and bought a packet of condoms as he definitely doesn’t want to get you pregnant or be a dad before becoming an f1 driver.
Ollie was driving you two home now after the dinner you two had Ollie was being more flirty than usual . He had his hands on your thigh higher than it ever been before but it was nice. You were ready to have sex with Ollie. You are the last virgin in your friend group and your friends keep asking you when you and Ollie are going to do it. You don’t answer them as your sex life is none of their business. Ollie takes you inside his apartment. He then leans in and kisses you sweetly at first but then you open your mouth to allow him to put his tongue in your mouth. You two are now making out. Ollie then lifts you up and carry’s you to his room. The rose petals on the bed and the candles. Ollie gently placed on you the bed and crawled on top of you. His brown eyes looked perfect in candlelight. Ollie then started kissing your neck. He found that spot that made you let out your first moan. He then said “ can I take your dress off and we can stop at anything”. You said “yes okay Ollie but let me take your shirt off”. Ollie took your dress off leaving you in just your bra and panties. You took his shirt off and you felt Ollie hand at your bra clasp. You nodded yes giving him permission to take it off. He took it off revealing your boobs to him. He moved his lips from your neck to your boobs. Giving them each equal attention. This was making you wet and you could feel Ollie getting hard.
You then pulled his trousers down leaving him in just his boxers. You could see his bulge and you could not want for his dick to be inside you. He then moved his lips down to your body to your stomach. He moved his hands to pull your panties down and you nodded your head again. He pulled them down revealing your wet pussy. Did you recently shave as you know your first time would be soon. He rans his fingers through your wet folds. You remember the first time he fingered you that his fingers were so much better than yours. You remember helping him that time on what felt good for you. Ollie then found your clit and gave it slow circles causing you to moan. Ollie says “ can you open your legs a bit wider please love”. You did so and Ollie then moved his fingers down further in to your entrance knowing his dick was gonna be there soon was arousing. He also curls his fingers trying to find your g spot. He knows he found it when he hears you let out a loud moan. Ollie could feel you were getting close but wanted you to finish around his dick so he pulled his fingers out. You pouted at him.
Ollie looked through his drawer for the condoms he bought. He already opened the box earlier and had used a few trying to figure out how to put them on. He grabbed a condom and pulled his boxers down. Showing you his rock hard dick. He unwrapped the condom and put it on his shaft. He then climbed on top of you again. He said “ you ready just tell me when I can move”. He put his dick in you. It felt nice you never got the hype of sex before maybe that why you have been a virgin for this long. It took you a few minutes to get used to his size. You said to Ollie “ you can move now”. Ollie took what he learnt from the video and started thrusting up into your g spot. It feels so good that you were pulling on his brown curls. The familiar feeling of your orgasm was coming back. He started thrusting into you faster as he felt himself that he was gonna cum soon. Ollie wanted to make sure you came first so when he felt your walls tighten. He felt proud. You came first and soon after he came in the condom. Ollie pulls out of you and bins the condoms.
Ollie then cleans you up and tells you how loved you are and how good you did. You could not imagine losing your virginity to anyone else.