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OB87 ⸻ She's an Ollie Bearman girlie 💌🧸

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SPIN — OB87

random texts with bf!ollie and reader

requested by anon!

genre. smau, fluff warnings. one suggestive (but silly) slide word count. n/a

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Why do they even make apps for ADHD. You want me to use my 24/7 handheld immediate distraction device? To manage my 'gets distracted too easily' disorder? Ooooh we developed the perfect tool for managing your anemia. Its hosted in Dracula's castle. 👍

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would anyone like to let me lay directly on top of them until i fall asleep

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I do love the phrase executive dysfunction bc the image it conjures is of a bunch of people wearing business suits around a long oval conference table  arguing with each other to the point where they’re getting into physical fights, but in the background there’s just a big empty whiteboard with a To Do list with one item on it and that item is “take shower”

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they should invent a 2025 where good things happen

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rpf is still so funny to me. the fact i’ve made so many close friends just bc we all saw the same two athletes and thought “yeah they should fuck”

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Ollie casually admitting he plays Fortnite 😭 teenage boy in a nutshell

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i think i’ve seen this film before i am currently watching this film on two different screens at the same time that are slightly out of sync with each other

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I deserve to have my hair played with every night

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Drivers in Bed: Lando Norris

Vibe overall:

He’s playful. Teasing. A little bit smug but so fucking sweet about it you don’t even realise you’ve handed him your whole soul until he’s got you face-down and begging. Lando’s not cocky like Daniel. He’s not quiet like Oscar. He’s not unhinged like Max. He’s something else entirely.

Lando is the kind of guy who kisses every inch of your skin like it matters. Who grins when you get bratty, and moans when you say his name. Who holds your face while he fucks you and whispers “you’re everything to me, baby.”

He wants to make you fall apart. Wants you fucked out, limp, shaking, because he did that. Because he made you cry from pleasure. He’s a soft dom with a filthy mouth and way too much stamina. The kind of lover who says “I’ve got you” and then proves it for hours.

His kinks, in full feral detail:

1. Praise kink (absolutely out of control) Lando lives for praise. Tell him he feels good? He moans. Tell him he’s making you cum? He starts fucking harder, faster, deeper, panting against your throat like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. You say “you’re so good to me, Lando” with your voice cracking from how hard you're clenching, and his eyes flutter shut like you’ve drugged him.

“Such a good boy,” “Fuck, that’s it baby, keep going, just like that.” “You make me feel so good, you’re perfect, you’re so perfect-” That’s his kryptonite. That’s when he starts moaning into your mouth and rutting into you like he’ll die if you stop talking.

He doesn’t need to be dominant to feel in control. He just needs to feel wanted. Loved. Praised. And when you cry while he’s still deep inside you? He kisses your cheeks and murmurs “that’s my girl.” And keeps going.

2. Soft dominance + control kink (subtle but unrelenting) Lando doesn’t shout. Doesn’t growl. Doesn’t bark orders. He tells you what to do softly. Gently. And you listen. Because you want to. Because his voice goes low and sweet and serious and suddenly your knees are weak and you’re nodding and obeying before you even realise it.

“Look at me.” “Hands above your head, baby.” “You can take it, can’t you? You’re my good girl, yeah?”

He’ll hold your wrists down with one hand. Slide in slow with the other. Whisper “there we go” as you gasp. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He wants to own you. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. And he will. Every. Single. Time.

3. Oral fixation (receiving and giving) He loves your mouth. Loves kissing it, fucking it, watching it open when you moan. When you suck his cock, he can’t even function. One hand tangled in your hair, biting his lip, eyes fluttering. You drool a little and he groans like you’ve ended his life.

“God, baby, you look so fucking good like that.” “Yeah? You want it? You want me to cum in your mouth?” “You’re so pretty when you’re messy.”

But more than that? He’s obsessed with your pussy. Goes down on you like he’s starving. Will not stop. Grips your thighs, sucks your clit, moans while he eats. Says “that’s it, baby, give it to me” while your thighs shake and your voice breaks. He’ll make you cum, then stay there. Lap it all up. Smirk against your cunt. Then go again.

4. Possessiveness that slips out when he’s desperate Lando’s not toxic. But he’s definitely territorial. And when he’s inside you? He doesn’t want to share. You say someone flirted with you earlier? He’s already hard.

“They don’t get this. They don’t get to hear you like this. Only I do.” He’ll fuck you slow but deep. Hold your waist tight. Kiss your jaw while panting “you’re mine. you’re fucking mine.”

He’s not a monster. He’s a lover. But when he’s buried in you and your cunt is squeezing him like you’re made for it? He wants the whole world to know he’s the only one who gets to make you feel this good.

5. Brat taming (but in the gentlest, filthiest way) You roll your eyes at him? He pulls you into his lap and whispers “go on, say it again.” You sass him? He pins your wrists and fucks you so slow you whimper. He doesn’t punish. He doesn’t humiliate. He converts. Makes you go from “you’re so annoying” to “please, Lando, I need you” in ten minutes flat. And when he’s got you begging? He kisses your cheeks and praises you like an angel.

“Not so mouthy now, are you, sweetheart?” “That’s it. Be good for me.” “Let me take care of it, yeah? Just relax.”

What makes him hard in seconds:

You in one of his t-shirts. No pants. Just skin and attitude.

The sound of you moaning his name from another room.

Grinding on his thigh while acting innocent.

Sitting in his lap and whispering “I missed you.”

Biting his shoulder. Pulling his curls. Kissing his neck.

Anytime you whimper. Literally anytime. He hears that shit and his cock twitches.

When you cry after cumming. He kisses your tears and keeps going.

Stretching in front of him. Arching your back. He stares, bites his lip, adjusts his jeans.

Telling him “I need you.” Soft. Broken. Honest.

Extras he absolutely loves:

Holding your face during sex and kissing you like he’ll never get another chance

Fingering you until you cum around his hand, then licking his fingers clean

Letting you ride him while he pants your name and grabs your hips like a man possessed

Pulling out just to rub his cock on your soaked pussy while whispering “you feel that, baby?”

Shower sex where he pushes you gently against the wall and fucks you slow, wet, deep

Voice notes of you moaning when you’re apart. He listens with his hand down his pants.

Recording your moans by accident. Then jerking off to them on the plane.

Missionary so deep he has to hold your leg up with both hands, whispering “fuck, you feel like heaven.”

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apparently ollie bearman got added to the gdpa group chat after his race in jeddah 😭 i find that hilarious because they were like, yup this kid is gonna stick around and just threw him in there before he even signed an f1 contract lmao

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Oscar in a hoodie with his thighs out i said oh im sure

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How would situationship peter react to trouble not wanting to hangout because she feels bloated and ugly

ooooo okay this is a good one.

peter's been trying to get you over all day but it's not working, no matter what he says. it started around noon, he asked if you were free, you said you were busy. he asked what you were doing and what time you'd be done, you told him you didn't feel like hanging today, he sent a frowny face but didn't ask why.

an hour later you get sent a picture of the inside of their booze fridge, a small caption sent with it. 'i got more of your favorites.' you tell him thank you. five minutes later you get a picture of his made bed. 'i washed my sheets today too.' a follow up picture of his bathroom. 'and i cleaned my bathroom.' you tell him it looks very nice.

peter sends you another picture, it's from inside his closet, a small black t-shirt is folded on top of a dresser. 'i washed the shirt you left behind.' you smile to yourself and tell him thanks, he leaves you alone for thirty minutes.

there's a fifth picture, there's never been a better argument for peter to get snapchat but he refuses. it's a close up of a gift card, it just so happens to be for your favorite fast food place. 'found this in my desk. it's got $25 bucks on it and we can go if you come over.' it went over your head that he wasn't just trying to get you to come over but bribing you at first but now you've caught on.

he got your favorite drinks, he washed his sheets and cleaned his bathroom. cleaned, folded, and put away a spare shirt of yours all before conveniently finding a gift card for a place you love. you wonder how long he's had it stashed in his desk before he used it as a pawn.

it almost worked.

'ooo, nice. maybe tomorrow instead??'

'why not tonight?'

your thumbs dance over your keyboard, you're not sure what to say. you don't have a good excuse and you can't pull ally into it, she's visiting home with her boyfriend for the weekend. you might've been hooking up for a few weeks now but peter just started hanging out with you, outside the bedroom, and you're not sure if it's a good idea to bring up insecurities.

you settle for a short and sweet explanation. 'i don't feel good.' peter's quick to follow up, 'sick?' you don't want him to think you're throwing up, 'i just feel gross.' peter has all the answers. 'just take a shower, you'll feel fine.' there's a two second gap, 'or you can come over here and take a shower. including me in the fun is optional but highly encouraged.'

you've never taken a shower at peter's or felt that you were welcome to it but apparently you were and it makes your heart flutter a little. or maybe it's the idea of showering with peter, if you felt like yourself, you'd take him up on it. you dodge it entirely.

'i might just do some laundry. it's building up bad, my room looks like my closet exploded.'

'crazy. did you know i have a washer and dryer here? it's free and open, you can just wash them here.' you sigh and close your eyes for a few seconds while you build up the courage to tell him the truth. you remind yourself that if part of him didn't like you, he wouldn't be trying this hard to get you to over.

'i feel bloated and ugly today. that's why i don't want to come over.'

peter reads it, chat bubbles appear then disappear before appearing again. the process repeats, you smack yourself on the forehead for being stupid. when you look down at your phone there's a response waiting for you.

'i think you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen.'

your heart is pounding and your stomach is doing somersaults. it feels like a raw confession from him. he doesn't care what you look like, he just wants to see you. 'i don't feel pretty right now.'

'then you should come over and let me say it over and over until you do.' you smile to yourself, 'you think you have the power to do that??'

'i have powers that you wouldn't believe.'

'oh yeah? like what?'

'mind control. ooo, you wanna come over so bad.' you snort at his answer, 'ooo, you wanna come see me.' you bite down on your bottom lip. 'wait... why is this kind of working...'

'ooo, you want to come watch a movie with me and fall asleep on my arm and deny it when i say your name.' you drop your jaw at the audacity, 'maybe if you chose better movies i wouldn't fall asleep.'

'you're right. you should come over and show me what a good movie looks like.' you think it's his utter persistence and determination that makes you slowly crawl out of bed and switch your shorts for sweatpants. 'only if you let me eat in your bed.' it's a hard bargain, peter's only real rule was no food in the bedroom, he said it was a habit from childhood.

'whatever the pretty girl wants, the pretty girl gets.'

you hover by your door, peter won the game you didn't know you were playing. 'yup. the mind control worked. i'll see you in ten minutes.'

'five. i'll meet you halfway.'