how about little!leclerc going to a GP but staying in the haas & mercedes garages with kimi and ollie instead of the ferrari garage?
Uh, I kinda did something there… anyways, I absolutely love charlos
Charles knew something was wrong the moment he looked up at the paddock screen. At first, he wasn’t paying attention. Then the broadcast cut to the Mercedes garage. And there she was. His precious Yn. Sitting comfortably between Kimi and Ollie. Kimi was handing her a drink while Ollie was offering her snacks. Yn looked delighted. Charles went pale.
“Charles?” Lewis asked. Charles pointed weakly at the screen. Lewis looked. “Oh.” The Ferrari mechanics followed his gaze. “Oh no.” Charles fell down immediately. The nearest mechanic shoved a chair underneath him before he could dramatically collapse. Lewis grabbed a cold cloth and pressed it against Charles’ forehead. “Stay with us.” “I’m trying.” “You’ll be okay.”
Across the garage, Alexandra appeared at record speed. She dropped to her knees in front of Charles. “Charles!” Charles grabbed her wrist. If anything, he looked even worse since his wife appeared. “Alexandra.” “No, don’t do this.” “If something happens to me-” “Nothing is happening to you.” “Everything I own goes to Yn.” Alexandra stared. “What?” “The cars, the properties, the watches, the yachts, my money and Leo. Everything. Especially Leo.” “CHARLES.” Lewis had to turn away because he was laughing too hard.
On the screen, Ollie was now helping Yn put on his team headset. Charles looked ready to pass away. Then Carlos appeared out of nowhere. “What happened?” Charles pointed at the screen again. Carlos looked. Immediately, he gasped. “Dio mio.” Finally. Someone understood Charles.
Carlos pushed Alexandra aside without a care. “Move, woman.” “Excuse me?” “He needs space. Not you, crowding around him like some crazy Leclerc-stalker.” Alexandra looked offended.
Carlos was already crouching beside Charles. “Amigo.” Charles nodded weakly. Carlos looked back at the screen. Kimi was showing Yn something on a tablet. Yn was smiling like the sun and Ollie looked far too pleased with himself. Carlos looked horrified. “This is serious.” “Thank you.“ Meanwhile, Lewis was openly laughing. “This is ridiculous.” “No, it isn’t,” Charles whispered.
On the screen, Yn leaned over to say something to Ollie. Both boys smiled instantly. Charles clutched Carlos’ arm. Carlos squeezed back. “I know, Sharls.” “No, you don’t.” “I do.” “No one understands my pain and suffering, Carlos.” Carlos looked at him with complete sincerity. “I understand.”
Across the paddock, Yn was having the best day of her life. The Mercedes mechanics adored her. The Haas mechanics adored her. Toto adored her. Kimi and Ollie were competing to see who could spoil her more. And she had absolutely no idea that several garages away, her brother was currently drafting his will because she hadn’t spent the afternoon at Ferrari.
notes: sorry for dropping off the face of the earth...! life has been relentless. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! ;) i'll be going through the asks after this post, and i'll get around to fulfilling them!!!
LANDOSCAR
──── MARKING
lando and oscar absolutely ADORE seeing their marks on you and on each other. they're unbelievably possessive, but not in a controlling way -- they're very confident in your relationship. the possessiveness, rather, manifests in them leaving hickeys and love bites all over your neck, your collarbones -- your inner thighs (those are a treat just for them).
the marks that you and oscar leave on lando are usually around his chest; spots of purple can normally be found around his nipples. you and lando, however -- you leave them all over oscar's thighs. they're just begging for some attention.
they could cum just staring at the marks your nails leave behind on their backs. lando loves fucking you in missionary, just so you can leave indents over his shoulders, while oscar prefers to fuck you from behind, so he can leave marks over your neck while he presses your head into the mattress.
──── SNOWBALLING
the three of you love to do it in so many ways, when you and oscar are giving lando head -- making out with his tip resting between your lips, or simply taking turns taking him as far down your throats as possible. whichever way, you both end up swapping his cum between your lips; making lando twitch and whimper where he's watching over you, captivated by the sight of his cum being spread between your tongues, your lips. doing it while staring at him? well, he can't say he's ever gotten so hard again right after cumming in his life.
you and lando, in turn, like to do it when you take turns riding oscar. it's beyond filthy; when oscar ends up cumming in you, lando's there to pull you up and off of him by your hips, before he's forcing you to lay over oscar while he eats you out relentlessly. you'll be whimpering, hands clawing at oscar's chest, while lando devours both your pussy and oscar's cum. once he's gotten you off, he'll grab your chin, make you open your mouth, and spit oscar's cum right onto your tongue -- all the while oscar's watching from below.
lando and oscar? if it's a free night, where the three of you aren't dead-tired, they'll take turns fucking you. you'll just lie there and take it, not knowing how many times you've cum already, until lando and then oscar cum deep inside you. you think the night's over, and it's time for aftercare -- but, no. no, oscar dips down, tongue teasing at your folds, before he's grabbing lando's face and pulling him into a messy, cum-filled kiss. if you could go again, you would.
LESTAPPEN
──── HAIR PULLING
fuck, do max and charles love some subtle domination. they're both endlessly arrogant -- sometimes tasteful with it, sometimes not -- but nowhere are they as assertive with it as in the bedroom. the trust between the three of you enables a safe, comfortable, but powerful environment. you have your safe words, your physical cues. it's a perfect dynamic, between the three of you. this can be seen most overtly through the use of hair pulling.
whatever you're doing -- whether you're simply laying there, or if you're giving head, or if you're riding -- max and charles will both fist at the base of your skull, grabbing a handful of your hair, and force you to pay attention. most of the time, if you're distracted, they won't call your name. no, they'd much rather make their point very explicit. it turns you on endlessly, the way that they practically man handle you to get your attention. it's presumptuous in the best way.
it's not simply on their end, though. equally, if charles' head is buried between your thighs, you'll fist at his brunette curls and force him to go faster, deeper, harder -- practically directing him to focus on the areas where you're most sensitive. he fucking salivates at the feeling. max, too, loves it. if he's fucking you from behind, and you reach behind your shoulder to fist at his hair and shove his face into your neck, his thrusts will stutter. it just does it for him. on each other? it's mostly during blowjobs -- whoever's on their knees, be it charles or max, is getting their hair pulled.
──── EDGING
you think they're that stubborn, and don't enjoy edging? they are absolutely ruthless with it -- on each other, on you, on themselves. they have the determination to go on for a couple of hours at a time. all the things that come with it -- begging, crying, humiliation -- are just the cherries on top.
max, oftentimes, will be the one leaning against the bedhead -- arms wrapped tight around your torso where you're laying against his chest. he keeps you immobile while charles is sat between your legs -- be it with a vibrator, his fingers, or while he's fucking you -- keeping you right on the edge and disallowing release. you'll be a quivering, sobbing, desperate mess, begging for max and charles to just let you cum already, but max will just bark a sharp laugh, while charles will mockingly tut in faux-sympathy. it's as painful as it is exhilarating, and when the three of you know your limits, the eventual release is worth it.
charles, when he's had a difficult weekend, or when he's simply in the mood, will take a seat by the bed and direct both you and max. he'll tell max when to thrust, when to pull your hair, when to give you a kiss. most importantly, though, he'll tell max when to stop. he'll direct when he gets to cum -- when he gets to let you cum -- until you're both entirely focused on him, and not each other. you'll both be giving your best puppy eyes to charles, begging and whining for him to finally let you both cum; all the while, he'll be a smirking, smug asshole. it's perfect, everytime.
BEARNELLI
──── SLEEPY SEX/SOMNOPHILIA
late mornings with the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains are some of your favourites. when it's the off season, you'll find yourself buried between kimi and ollie's warm, muscled bodies. kimi's face will be drooling and pressed against the nape of your neck, while your cheek will be smooshed against ollie's chest, arm swung around his waist.
sometimes, you'll be slowly awoken -- in aching, gentle increments -- to either one of your boys grinding against you; your arse, your hip, wherever your soft, sleep-heated skin is on display and in reach. your favourite moments to wake to are when they're not awake. when their halting, desperate hip jerks and thrusts are a simple manifestation of whatever dreams are running through their minds. when their faces scrunch up in a mix of pleasure and confusion when your hand wraps around their length, and they wake up cumming into your fist, a soft flush coating their skin.
your absolute favourite is when you wake up of your own volition, to them softly making out in the golden sunlight; frotting against each other with kimi on top of ollie, spit-slicked lips sliding against each other's. they'll be making needy, quiet whines, whispering that they can't wake you up, or that they have to be quiet. all the while, you'll have just awoken, still sleepy but so very in love, and ready to find your own pleasure in their morning horniness.
──── BLINDFOLDS
the first time that you suggest bringing blindfolds into the bedroom, kimi and ollie are nervous. they insist that they love being able to look at you, at each other, during sex -- that there's no need to spice up your sex life when it's already perfect. you're understanding, of course you are, so you say that you won't pressure them to, but that you'd like for them to do some research before completely shutting it down. after a couple weeks of radio silence on the topic, it slips your mind.
so, when kimi's dexterous fingers wrap a thick, black fabric around your eyes while you're sitting on the couch next to ollie, ready to start a movie, to say that you're surprised is an understatement. your surprise doesn't do anything to quell the pure anticipation and excitement that floods through you, though. ollie's large hands wrap around your wrists, and then they're murmuring softly as they guide you to your bedroom. your skin feels alight with goosebumps, your lips slightly parted as you place, quite literally, blind trust in your partners.
the sex that follows is nothing short of breath-taking. their touch, their moans, the feeling of their lips on yours, their tongues against your clit -- it's all entirely captivating. it feels infinitely more sensitive with the blindfold, renders you helpless to their whims and movements. without being able to guess where there'll go next, each choice that they make feels catastrophic. you cum louder than you ever have before; fingers clawing against the sheets and mouth agape as you completely submit to their desires.
CHOSCAR
──── PRAISE KINK
oscar and charles are nothing if not gentlemen. between charles' raw charisma and his pure enthusiasm for life itself, and oscar's more soft-handed introversion and subtle clinginess, being their partner means nothing less than constant adoration and praise. this, of course, translates to your sex life.
even if you're having a quickie with oscar -- your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back pressed solidly against his driver's room wall -- he'll be showering your neck, shoulder, and face with kisses. you'll both be panting, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, and he'll be chanting compliments against your skin; breathy whimpers outlining just how good you are, how pretty, how he can't believe that he has the best partners in the world. you'll be cumming on his cock, walls squeezing around him, and he'll be promising that he'll give you everything in the world as he cums.
charles is slow, intimate, and soul-destroying when he fucks you. he'll have your face pressed into the pillow, his thumbs resting in the indents at your lower back, all while pressing long, gentle kisses to each knob of your spine. between each kiss, each thrust, he'll be listing something that he loves about you. he'll say how he loves the way you look at him in the morning as he pounds you, then how you sound like heaven. if oscar comes home from an obligation early, looking shy as he creaks the bedroom door open, charles will simply wave him over, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before demanding that he hold you against his chest and treat you well while charles finishes what he started.
Kimi Antonelli x Ollie Bearman x Reader (You’re caught between them literally.)
Smut- 18+ NSFW, dominant Ollie, dom Kimi, shared reader, Rivalry. Teasing.
Shared apartment during race weekend, late night, everyone too worked up o sleep
You weren’t supposed to be stuck between them. Literally.
One minute, it was playful banter in the living room — post-race adrenaline still buzzing — and the next, you were sandwiched on the couch between Kimi Antonelli and Ollie Bearman, both of them way too close, way too quiet.
Kimi didn’t speak much — but his hand was resting on your thigh, his touch light but possessive.
Ollie leaned closer, voice low in your ear. “You’re awfully quiet for someone with two guys ready to ruin you.”
You swallowed hard. “I didn’t think I had to choose.”
Kimi turned his head, those sharp blue eyes pinning you in place. “You don’t.”
Ollie smirked. “We’ll share.”
Your heart skipped — not from fear. From anticipation.
Ollie kissed you first — rougher, cockier, his hands already under your shirt, thumbs brushing your sides like he already knew how to make you squirm.
But Kimi… Kimi touched you like you were sacred. His lips brushed your neck, your shoulder, slow and reverent. Like he wanted to remember the shape of you with his mouth.
Their contrast made your head spin.
“Let’s see who makes you fall apart first,” Ollie muttered, dragging your shirt over your head.
Kimi just watched you — intense, unreadable — then kissed you like he had something to prove.
And maybe he did.
They undressed you together — Ollie impatient, laughing softly every time you gasped; Kimi methodical, worshipping your skin like it was art.
When they laid you down, it wasn’t just about taking. It was about claiming.
Kimi kissed down your stomach while Ollie whispered, “You look so good between us.”
Then Kimi’s mouth met your heat — slow, deep, skilled — and you forgot your own name.
You were breathless, caught between Kimi’s tongue and Ollie’s mouth on your neck, his hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make you whimper.
“You gonna come already?” Ollie teased, grinning. “That’s just Kimi’s warm-up.”
When you did — shaking, gasping, gripping both of them — they barely gave you time to recover.
“You said you didn’t want to choose,” Kimi murmured in your ear. “So let us both have you.”
Ollie kissed your temple. “Ready for round two?”
They didn’t go easy.
They went together — hands all over, lips trading places, one inside you while the other fed you kisses or whispered filth in your ear. You didn’t know where one began and the other ended — just that they touched you like they’d waited forever, and weren’t about to let anyone else in.
By the end, you were ruined dizzy, sore, completely spent.
And between both of them, you finally relaxed.
Ollie was the first to speak. “Still think you don’t have to choose?”
Your fics are so good!! I was wondering if you could write Bearnelli x reader? Your way of writing them is so sweet.
Bearnelli HC's
oliver bearman x kimi antonelli x gn!reader
genre: fluff
author's note: my first request :DD
you guys have basically known each other nearly your whole lives, growing up karting together
kinda slowburn friends to lovers, you all have been in love a long time, but it took a while to realize it. like in your late teens you finally realized
your relationship starts off a little slow. kimi and ollie realized they were in love long before you did, so they've kinda just been waiting for you to catch up
the first date is actually a disaster. there's a little cafe the three of you have frequented for years, they thought it'd be perfect for the first date. sweet and filled with memories. it ended up being closed for repairs and they didn't have a backup plan. on the walk somewhere else it started pouring rain
they felt awful about it but you thought it was hilarious, it's one of your favorite stories to tell
the second attempt turned out much better, they turned up at your place with two bouquets mixed with all your favorite flowers, and the three of you had a simple movie night, curled up together on the couch
your first kiss was simple, not really expected or extravagant. kimi made the first move, the three of you lounging on his bed. it was sudden when he kisses you, gentle and hesitant, like he wasn't sure whether or not it was a good idea. he kept it chaste and leaned over you to be able to give ollie a kiss. the three of you spent the rest of the night trading little kisses
you and ollie once tried to make dinner for kimi as a little treat. the result was...interesting to say the least. kimi spent a long while lecturing the two of you on proper cooking but still ate the food
if you decide not to pursue racing you still travel with them when you can and alternate between garages each weekend
if you decide to pursue racing the three of you try to spend as much free time together as you can, usually sneaking around to be able to stay in the same hotel room.
kimi probably spills mercedes strategies to you all the time accidentally, but you and ollie don't ever use the information against him
Heyy, i don’t know if you take requests and if they’re open 😄 but if you do can you write something for poly bearnelli x reader? Could also be a smau if you prefer. About the public thinking reader is cheating on one of them with the other?
i'm the drama episode 1
synopsis: the public knew about y/n and kimi, but what they didn't know is that it wasn't just them two. so when photos of y/n and ollie kissing the cheater, fame whore, and gold digger allegations arise. also y/n is a singer bc they needed a profession and for there to be more drama.
fc: florian macek
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f1.spilled An anonymous source has leaked us photos of Kimi Antonelli's boyfriend, singer Y/N L/N, making out with Kimi's best friend Ollie Bearman. This has brought past claims of Y/n being a gold digging, fame whore. We wouldn't be shocked.
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demure.diandra i never liked him and i feel like everyone knew
marisol_diaz @/demure.diandra girl be so fr 😭 are you just mad that a MAN is dating Kimi??? And who knows what if they're poly??
demure.diandra @/marisol_diaz as if Y/n is just fame hungry
klaws.by.karinaaaa honestly kinda but not really shocked that there was gonna be a cheating scandal this season, didn't expect THEM tho...
just.a.girl honestly I think Y/n was just ✨🎀being a girl🎀✨
hanni.fan @/just.a.girl I love Y/n and have been a fan of his music for years but using "im just a girl" as an excuse is soooo toxic.
just.a.girl @/hanni.fan of course its a fucking kpop stan that gets pissed over a valid excuse.
poly hybrid bearnelli with dragon hybrid!reader <33
🥄
YES OMG!!!
bear hybrid!oliver bearman x dragon hybrid!male!reader x black cat hybrid!kimi antonelli
synopsis: even if you are an intimidating and slightly extremely scary hybrid, you are the sweetest person anyone could know. the real thing they should be scared of is your boyfriends when they find out someone was rude to you
author's note: there wasn't any specific hybrid for bearnelli so i just picked my favorite kind of hybrids for them! plus they really suit them in my brain (obviously bear for ollie but whatever)
most people when they first meet you are really intimidated by you
your wings aren't that big but still big enough to be intimidating
same with your sharp nails and the fact that steam can sometimes come out of your nose
so for a very long time, you were isolated
until you meet bear!ollie and black cat!kimi during a race weekend
you didn't mean to bump into them but they immediately took a liking to you and got all excited when they saw you
you are social media intern so it wasn't weird to bump into drivers, all who were super friendly and nice to you
but the two of them were different
ollie was super hyper and immediately asked if you wanted to play with him
kimi's tail was just swishing around calmly but his smile gave away his composure
they dragged you away and the three of you bonded so quickly
basically a few weeks later, you guys became a thing
no surprise because it was like an instant click and the three of you knew you wanted to be together
kimi is super cuddly with you, laying in a curled up position on your wings and pressed to your side since you are super warm
he also makes biscuits against your side a lot, same with on ollie's side
ollie and you love okay wrestling, especially when steam comes out of your nose and tickles his little ears
and when ollie is going into his semi-hibernation, you have your wings wrapped around him with kimi curled up on his chest
its like a nice warm cocoon for you guys
kimi is always pressed your side and nuzzling against you
ollie and kimi also love having your claws run up and down their arms lightly because it's comforting
kimi tries to groom you and ollie all the time
like he tries to keep your guy's hair and ears/horns clean but turns out you two can't sit still long enough to let it happen
ollie tries to play wrestle kimi but a lot of the time kimi isn't up for it
you, on the other hand, will play with him occasionally but not a lot of the time because you accidentally burnt him once
so now you are extra cautious when it comes to playing with him or cuddling them
they love making s'mores with you too
like you know how to toast the marshmallows perfectly plus you guys don't have to start or keep a fire going
and during the winter, they are always pressed against you because you are a walking furnace
plus some of the other drivers are always hovering near by because you are that warm
you love cuddling ollie and kimi, especially if they trace imaginary shapes on your wings or tails or horns
and you love messing with their ears because they are so soft and fuzzy
you also love making their favorite foods for them
and kimi's tail is always wrapped around your or ollie's leg as he nuzzles against you guys
and ollie is just a sleepy bear cub who just wants cuddles
and he will literally lay on you or kimi any chance he gets and fall asleep for hours
even though he is a bit heavier than you guys so it's a bit crushing but you guys don't care
especially since he is just so soft and cuddly
especially during the winter when he is slower and even sleepier
hii girl love thisss so i was wondering if you could write abt litte!leclerc asking kika what to wear to her birthday party -a dress that kimi bought or the one that ollie bought
btw lovee your ficss
Yes, another Kika story!!! I love the older!sister x younger!sister dynamic
Kika was sitting on Yn’s bed when the bedroom door flew open. “Kika, help.” Kika looked up from her phone. Yn was holding two dresses. One in each hand. “Oh, this is serious.” “It is.” Yn dropped onto the carpet dramatically. “Kimi bought this one.” She held up the first dress. “And Ollie bought this one.” The second followed immediately. “My birthday is tomorrow and I don’t know which one to wear.” Kika accepted the challenge with the gravity it deserved. “Try them on, querida .”
Ten minutes later, Yn emerged wearing the first dress. Kika immediately grabbed her camera. “Oh, you look adorable.” “Kika.” “I’m serious.” Click. Another photo. Click. Yn laughed. “You take more pictures than my brothers.” “That’s because your brothers are useless.”
A few minutes later, Yn changed into the second dress. Kika gasped. “Oh.” “What?” “Oh, this is dangerous.” Yn looked down at herself. “Is that good or bad?” “Very good.” Click. Click. Click. “Kika!” “I’m documenting history.”
Unfortunately, after twenty minutes of discussion, they still couldn’t decide. The Kimi dress was beautiful. The Ollie dress was beautiful. Yn groaned and collapsed backward onto the bed. “This is impossible.” Kika looked at the two dresses. Then at Yn. Then back at the dresses. A thought occurred. A brilliant thought. Why was she helping Kimi and Ollie win? She is Kika. She could simply outdo them. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. Yn immediately looked suspicious. “What?” “Nothing.” “Kika.” “Nothing.” “What are you planning?”
Kika stood up and grabbed her handbag. “Come on.” “Where are we going?” “Shopping.” Yn blinked. “For what?” Kika wrapped an arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the door. “For your birthday dress.” “But I already have-” “No.” “Kika-” “No, minha linda.” Yn laughed.
Meanwhile, Kika was already mentally planning how to find the prettiest dress in Monaco. Not because she was competitive. Absolutely not. It just so happened that if her dress was prettier than Ollie’s and Kimi’s… Well. That would be a lovely bonus. After all, being Yn’s favorite was a very important title to defend.
