#jenson button blurb

[norrisleclercf1]

Can I has Mafia!Jenson x assistant!reader where she wears the body jewellery to a dinner of some sorts, or like an event, and Jenson is just completely speechless? They're in that weird cat and mouse game still where they both know the other has feelings but are too scared to admit their own but Jenson would kill whoever looks at her 👐🏼

A/N: HEHEHE

"I am, not wearing that."

Lewis snaps his fan closed and groans, cracking his neck as he glares at you. "Yes the fuck you are, now, go change." He pats your ass and throws you into the changing room. You turn quick and pull at the handle and groan when you realize the bastard locked it from the outside.

"I'll just stay in here!" You yell, a snort echos, as Lewis's boots click on the floor. "Fine you can stay in there, but Jenson will come in here, now wither I open the door with you dressed or naked, is your choice." Biting down hard, your jaw aches from the threat, blowing air out as you take a moment to calm down.

"I hate you!" "No you don't,"

Groaning, you hate that Lewis was right, you could never hate your best friend. Looking at the outfit you groan and quickly undress.

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"Goddamn, even I'd fuck you." Blushing at the words, Lewis smiles as he walks around you. Wearing black stilettos, a skin tight black dress that had a deep cut V that went down to your naval, your breasts holding perfectly it looked sinful, it had slits on either side that went up to the curves of your hip bones, you'd keep to yourself you weren't wearing any panties. But the silent killer, was this small but noticeable gold chain that layed on your sternum, but broke off at the end and wrapped under your breasts. It had gorgeous little pearls that adorned your skin, it looked classy yet a little hint of seduction. Lewis loved it.

"Well, okay," Lewis takes a breath and fixes his pants which has you slapping his shoulder but you both giggle, leaning in he kisses your cheek and brings you over to do a smokey eye and paint your lips a deep wine red. "Thank you," You whisper, feeling confident.

You might work for Jenson Button, one of the feared men in the Mafia world and even made him fall to is knees, but even you needed to feel pretty once in a while, and Lewis was always happy to dress you up. "For you," He whispers and kisses your cheeks.

"I have to go," You sigh, not wanting to head to this meeting. Jenson had asked you to come with and Lewis decided to make you gorgeous and confident and have all the men eating out of your hand.

And damn did he succeed.

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Climbing out of the car you say thank you and hold your little clutch and walk inside to the dark little restaurant. You didn't know where Jenson and the other men where, looking around for them.

Jenson was going to murder Lewis. He was going to kill him and maybe torture him, but he was going to do something to the man. Because explain to him, why he gorgeous, sweet, somewhat shy, and brilliant assistant was currently wearing a dress that was begging Jenson to fuck her in.

Biting his lip he groans, seeing you in that dress should be illegal and the fact he now had business partners here, to see you in this dress. He was going to rip their fucking eyes out. Seeing you look around lost and confused made his blood bump so hard he could hear it in his ears. "Excuse me," He slides out of the booth and walks up behind you, and feels his pants get even tighter seeing the finer details of the dress.

God he wanted to take his hand and reach into the slits of the dress and grab your ass pulling you close, having you sit on his lap and feel him grow hard underneath you. He wanted to slide the long sleeves off your shoulders and watch as you bounce, the body jewelry teasing him and god, he was going to come right here. "Y/n," You jump, and he has to control himself from wrapping his arms around your waist.

"God, Mr. Button, scared me." You blush seeing the way he was eating you alive. "I'm sorry, but...what are you wearing?" He steps closer to you. Body tensing you hate the way you lean forward, craving the warmth and the scent of his cologne wrapped around you.

"Lewis designed it for me," You whisper, as the two of you lean in closer, craning your neck to look up at him, as he looks down at you. "Come home wit-" "Mr. Button, you're table is ready for your orders," The two of you jump back as the waitress smiles, seeming somewhat annoyed and you blush looking away.

"Let's go," He whispers, and holds out his arm, which you gratefully take as he leads you to the table and stops. "Fuck, I can't." He moves to stand in front of you and shrugs his suit jacket off and laying in on your shoulders, covering your body, his hands tighten on the collar and pulls you in.

"Only I can see you like this, understand? Only me," He whispers, leaning in and you have the urge to lean in just a little bit, he smiles and bumps your forehead and moves away. "If they stare at you to long and make you uncomfortable, squeeze my thigh twice and I'll blow their fucking heads off," You nod, getting a smile from him, "Good girl."

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[the-offside-rule]

Jenson Button (McLaren Era) - Formal

Requested: yes

Prompt: reader using Jensons name instead of his pet name

Warnings: none tbh

Jenson's fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he navigated the familiar roads home from the McLaren Technology Centre. The hum of the engine was drowned out by the cheerful voice of his girlfriend, Y/n, on the other end of the line. "Heya, love." She said, her tone a touch too sweet for the usual end-of-day call. "Could you do me a favor?" Jenson smiled, glancing at the clock. "Of course, darling. What's up?" He asked, beginning to drive down the long road down the MTC. "Well, I was thinking... can you swing by McDonald's and grab me some chips, maybe a burger and a chocolate shake? I'm craving it." She requested, her voice holding a peculiar edge.

"Yeah okay, darling. Burger, chips and a chocolate shake, got it." He replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. Y/n rarely asked for such specific fast food orders. "Oh, and Jenson-" She continued, emphasizing his full name instead of the usual pet names she used. "Make sure it's fresh, okay?" A small frown creased Jenson's forehead. "Not if you keep calling me that." Jenson replied. "What do you mean? I called you Jenson." Y/n said, kind of confused. "Why the sudden formality? You never call me Jenson unless something's up." Y/n giggled amusingly. "Nothing's up, love, I promise. I just thought it would be nice for a change."

"Well don't, please and thank you. I quite like you calling me my pet name." Jenson's skepticism lingered as he pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru. "Jenson, your parents gave you that name." He rolled the window down. "Yes, my parents. You, darling, are my girlfriend. I like when you call me love and if you don't I'm afraid I'll have to block you." He ordered the requested items, making a mental note to ensure they were as hot as possible by the time he got home. As he drove away with the bag of fast food, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Y/n's request.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Jenson's heart raced as he hurriedly navigated through the evening traffic, eager to reach home and see what he'd done done annoy his girlfriend this time. The anticipation of seeing her after a long day fueled his desire to press on the accelerator just a bit more. Blue and red lights flashed behind him, causing Jenson to let out an exasperated sigh. Pulling over and groaning, he rolled down his window to meet the stern gaze of a police officer. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" The officer asked upon reaching the car. Jenson offered a sheepish smile. "I might have been going a tad over the limit, officer. Apologies, I'm just trying to get home."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "Home, huh? And where might that be?" He asked. "Right down the road." Jenson replied, gesturing vaguely ahead. "I've been away for a while, you see. Just eager to get back." The officer eyed Jenson skeptically. "You expect me to believe that? You're in quite a hurry. Who do you think you are? Lewis Hamilton?" Jenson couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison. "No, but I've beaten him a good few times." He replied, smirking.

The officer's expression remained stoic. "I don't appreciate jokes, sir. License and registration, please." Suppressing a sigh, Jenson reached for his documents and handed them over. The officer scrutinized them before returning to his patrol car to run a check. As Jenson waited, he couldn't help but replay the encounter in his mind. He understood the officer's duty, but the delay was becoming increasingly frustrating.

Finally, the officer returned, ticket in hand. "I'm issuing you a speeding ticket, Mr. Button. Please drive more responsibly in the future." Jenson gave a fake smile and took the ticket. "I appreciate the reminder, officer. I'll keep that in mind." As the officer walked off, Jenson mumbled to himself, the words "complete arsehole" being repeated multiple times.

Once home, he found Y/n sitting on the couch, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're back! Thanks, Jenson." He handed her the bag, studying her carefully. "Alright. What's going on? Why the sudden craving and the formal use of my name?" Y/n smirked, unable to keep the secret any longer. "Okay, okay. I just wanted to see how you'd react. I like getting reactions out of you." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Jenson raised an eyebrow. "Really? You made me drive to McDonald's and speed home because I thought you were pissed off with me. I got a speeding ticket!" Jenson said, lifting the ticket. "And you have a Happy girlfriend who now has McDonald's." Jenson chuckled, shaking his head. "You're something else, Y/n. Next time, just ask for McDonald's without the elaborate plan."

"It's not as effective though, is it?" She teased.

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[vinvantae]

How drivers (+Toto Wolff) would react coming home from a race to find you’d fallen asleep on the sofa waiting for them to come home (part 2!)

Part one with the current grid here !!

See below the cut

Jenson Button

Jenson could not wait to see you, the best part of his weekend was coming home to you - so when he finds you dozing on the sofa, he can’t help but carefully jump onto the couch, hands resting either side of your head. Jense! You scared me! But you couldn’t stay mad with the way he grinned at you - he’d lean down and nuzzle his nose against yours, pulling a giggle from you before pressing a longing kiss to your lips - making up for all of the time you were apart. And with a soft hum, your arms would come to wrap around his neck and deepen it further. And as he pulled back, just enough to be able to look into your eyes, he’d tilt his head playfully - his grin morphing into a smirk …so now that you’re awake?

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Mark Webber

Mark knew you well, despite your best efforts, you would always pass out waiting up for him so it was easy for him to get around without waking you. That wouldn’t stop him popping his head into the living room to check in on you every few minutes - put away his shirts, checks on you, throws his dirty clothes in the laundry, checks on you. And then, after he’s full settled in and you’re still not awake? He’d crouch down beside the sofa and whisper your name - pushing the hair off of your face. And when your eyes finally opened and your face split into a massive grin, he really felt like he’d come home.

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Sebastian Vettel

Whilst Sebastian wished he could just let you rest, every fibre of his being fought against him so instead he sat beside you and lent down. Meine Leibe… You keened as you felt soft kisses across your skin. Eyelashes fluttered against your skin before you finally opened your eyes to see Sebastian smiling down sweetly at you. Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to doze off. As you sit up, he’d wrap his arms around your middle - pulling you in close so he could tuck his face into your neck, enjoying your warmth. With a content hum, you’d loop your arms around his neck and let him hold you tight. You smell like the plane. He’d laugh, raising a teasing brow. Fancy helping me smell like home?

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Kimi Räikönnen

You’d always told Kimi it was fine to wake you, but he just wouldn’t. After draping the blanket over your body, he would hide away in a different room and keep himself busy until you eventually woke yourself up. When you wake, you didn’t even realise he was home until you stepped into the hallway to see his shoes nearly on the rack, coat hung up and keys in the bowl. You’d roll your eyes fondly before seeking him out and sitting yourself in his lap, extracting his phone or book from his hands. Been busy? Kimi would nod and kiss your cheek, quietly recounting what he’d been up to as you’d slept.

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Mick Schumacher

Mick was a cuddle fiend - his friends would often tease him about his need to be wrapped up in your touch. Whether it was his arms around you or vice versa, he could just never get enough of you. So when he got back from a long session on the simulator to find you asleep on the couch, he would push himself into your arms. Micky, hey. You chuckled as he laid on top of you, grumbling into your neck about how tired and achy he felt. He was like your own personal weighted blanket, and you gently stroked his hair as it was his turn to doze off.

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Toto Wolff

As desperate as you were to wait for up Toto, one of your favourite things in the world was feeling his strong arms tuck underneath your body - pulling you into his chest as he carried you upstairs. You snuggled up into his hold and he chuckled softly, sorry Schatz, didn’t mean to wake you. With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he’d lay you on the bed - manoeuvring the sheets so he could pull the duvet over you before climbing in alongside you, so you could curl your body against his strong chest. He held you close and let his own eyes close before the two of you would drift off together.

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Arthur Leclerc

Arthur felt exhausted as he stepped into the house, pushing off his shoes and just dumping his bag in the hall before looking for you. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he saw you passed out on the sofa - cheek squished into the cushion. Carefully, he squeezed into the space beside you and pulled the blanket over you both, moving your head to rest it carefully on his chest. You didn’t wake until a little while later, yawning and sitting up so you could look down at the body underneath you - the driver fast asleep. Arthur… you lent down and pressed kisses to his cheeks, nose, lips over and over until his pretty eyes fluttered open. Hey, this is pretty comfy, huh? He’d grin and pull you back into his arms. Who said you could go anywhere?

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Liam Lawson

The Kiwi driver hummed softly as he tidied up the living room - cleaning up your abandoned cup of coffee, putting away your book and turning off the TV. You were usually always awake to greet him when he got back so seeing you dozing so peacefully made him smile. He wanted to hug and kiss you but you looked so content in your sleep that it didn’t feel right. But when you finally stirred he was elated, rushing to your side. About time, was getting bored without you, sleepy head. You’d scold him for not waking you, of course, but as soon as he pressed a kiss to your lips to shut you up, you’d smile and sink into his hold. Just glad he was back.

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Pato O’Ward

Pato usually bound into your shared space like an over-excitable puppy, throwing his things around and calling out for your attention. But when he arrived home particularly late from a training session, he tried his best to be quiet - unsure if you’d even still be awake at this time. The sight of you sleeping on the sofa, a blanket only over your lower half, are you still watching written on the tv screen - cheered him right up. He was so happy to see you’d tried to stay awake for him. Mi Luna… He’d whisper, brushing his thumb over your jaw. Pato, mi Sol. You’d whisper back, before pulling him into an almost bone crushing hug. Never leave me again.

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Hope you enjoyed 💙

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[percervall]

tastes like strawberries

Pairing: Jenson Button x fem!reader, Fernando Alonso x fem!reader, Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: hinting at oral, hinting at food play, no beta; we die like my soul during the Dutch anthem Word count: 221 A/N just a tiny lil blurb for cake and cunnilingus day. Set in the Fuck It universe

In which Jenson loves cake

If anyone were to ask him how he even learnt of the existence of this day, he’d have to shrug with a sheepish smile. Instagram, probably, would be his guess. But Jenson does know that it’s definitely a holiday worth celebrating. 

Balancing the box in one hand, he manages to unlock the door with the other.

“Jense? Is that you?” 

“Got you a gift, doll,” Jenson replies, his enthusiasm clear in his voice. He makes his way into the kitchen where he spots all four of his housemates sitting around the kitchen table in an attempt to finish the jigsaw Seb had gotten for Secret Santa the year before.

“Usually it’s Nando who spoils me. Wearable or edible? Or, knowing you, is it both?” 

“If you’re into food play, it can be both,” Jenson comments with a waggle of his eyebrows, making her roll her eyes.

“Happy cake and cunnilingus day, doll! Three guesses what’s for dinner tonight!” he adds, opening the box to reveal a small three tiered vanilla-strawberry cake. 

“Do you even know what that word means?” Sebastian teases him as he manages to swipe some of the whipped cream decorating the cake. 

“Cake?” Jenson quips, “Of course I do, man. It means we get to eat our favourite meal,” he adds, eyes darkening as his eyes rake over her. 

I couldn't pass on the opportunity to write a lil something something based on cake and cunnilingus day. Jenson is the the type of man who'd celebrate that day -two of his favourite things, I'm sure

@feralnando it's smaller than I would've liked, but hope it lives up to your expectations!

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[maplesyrupsainz]

7 with mark webber BUT he's been in that r.s for a long time and realises its toxic and he's being groomed, so he finally leaves her for reader (yes im referring to his wife)

pairing: mark webber x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: blurb

warnings: mentions of drinking

prompt: seven you're in love with [driver] and they get a girlfriend

a/n: lowkey idk what im doing here i hope so much it isnt trash lol

my masterlist | 1k celebration

you’ve been in love with mark for as long as you could remember – you tried to deny it for the longest time, but it was no good. the feelings were there and would just not go away.

so, when his call at 3:37am wakes you up, of course you answer. and when he asks you to come pick him up, of course you do. the way you rationalise this: he would do the same for me. but really you’re not so sure.

the address you’re given is a night club, and as you pull up you spot him almost immediately, slumped against a wall. drunk.

“m’sorry, y/n/n.. i don’t usually get like this..” he slurs a bit, but to be honest you’ve seen him worse.

“don’t worry about it, mark, this is nothing.” you smile to yourself as you drive, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of a song playing softly from the radio.

“i love you, you know?” he says, and you see him looking over at you in the corner of your eye. you don’t return his gaze.

“i know you do, me too.” you smile painfully, a sick feeling present in your tummy. “we’ve been friends for the longest time, so you have no choice.”

you see him shrug, “yea, i suppose.” he lays his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, and you feel relieved for the silence.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

it’s closer to 5am by the time you’re both inside your apartment, but mark doesn’t seem to care. he points and giggles at the pink crocs you’re wearing, before raiding your cupboards and forcing you to watch a movie with him on the couch.

you glance over at him for a second, realising he's been staring at you. “what is it? is there something on my face?”

“no, i just…” he trails off, “i feel like i’ve wasted so much time not being with the right girl.”

you stare at him, “is everything okay? like, at home?” he shrugs in reply, looking away from you and you mentally curse yourself for saying the wrong thing. mark has a wife, a woman you never hoped he’d marry. “it’s not to late to change your life, you know?”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

eight days have passed in a blur since that night (or, y’know, morning). mark hasn’t answered your calls, you think maybe it’s a good thing, maybe you need to go cold turkey to get over him. you’ve turned off your phone; it feels unhealthy to check it every five seconds.

it’s on this eighth day, however, that mark is on your doorstep. literally.

you’re arriving home from the gym when you spot him, stood leaning against your front door. “urm, mark?” you call out tentatively, unsure of the situation.

“y/n, i’m so sorry for not picking up the phone, i-”

“mark,” you cut him off, brushing past him to unlock your door, “we can talk inside.” and you do. and your whole world changes.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“…it’s just, this whole time i’ve had it wrong, i don’t know, maybe i’m crazy.” you’re sat on the coach, watching him pace in front of you, explaining his inner conflict, and you feel sick but at the same time, you feel relieved.

“hey, it’s ok,” you stand up and grab his wrist to stop him from pacing, “you’ll get through this. and the person you’re talking about, the person you think has been right for you all along, just talk to her.”

“i am!” he says, turning to face you abruptly.

“what–” your question is cut off by mark pulling you close and his lips finding yours in impossible fluidity. you are left almost reeling, head spinning, unable to think straight… what just happened?

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[libraryofloveletters]

Jingle Bells

Jenson Button x Fem!Reader

Warnings: family based, jenson is a dilf!!! but somehow also acts like a child, it's past all the button boys' bedtimes, the magic of christmas is lacking apparently - according to jenson that is, some family sweetness.

Word Count: 447

Author's Note: was gonna make this sugar daddy jense but im like lemme give y'all a wholesome one lmao.

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The kids are convinced that they hear the bells on Santa’s sleigh, and Jenson is the exact same way. 

"Alright, that was the second story," you peek into the bedroom, finding Jenson sitting between your two sons' beds, the book on his lap. "It's past your bedtime and I know your daddy doesn't have the heart to tell you that it's bedtime, but it is."

"Awh please mama!" Your youngest, James, begs. "Please! Just one more!"

You sit on the edge of his bed, patting his leg as Jenson put the book away. "I'm sorry bubba, but you know the rules. "If you don't go to bed, Santa won't know to stop and drop off your gifts."

Alex, your oldest, giggles. "But mama, Santa knows."

"Yeah?" You asked, glancing at your husband. "Who says so?"

"Don't you hear it?" He asks, sitting up in his bed. "Listen! You can hear his sleigh."

Your brows furrow, glancing at your husband for backup on getting them to go to bed. Jenson being the big kid he was, was no help. "That's probably the tv, buddy. I forgot to turn it off."

James sits up, his blue eyes wide with excitement. "I hear it too, mama!"

You look over at Jenson in a last ditch attempt for some back up, hoping to get them to go to bed but Jenson's ears perk up like a puppy hearing the treat bag shake. "I heard it too."

The two boys are out of their beds, running to their dad as he pulls the curtains back.

The 3 button boys looking out the window in all directions trying to find Santa.

You sigh, letting them have their moment before ushering them back to bed. "Bedtime for all of you," you tell them, kissing James on the forehead and then doing the same to Alex. "I'll see you two in the morning, I love you."

A chorus of I love yous follows before I turn the lights off and shut the door.

You find your husband in bed, it seems he too took the bedtime signal and hopped into bed. You switched off the light, crawling into bed with him. Jenson wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

His head on your chest, his week old stubble scratching at your skin.

"You're like a big kid," you whisper, brushing his hair back. He chuckles, you can feel him smiling. "How?"

"No way you heard Santa's sleigh too."

He smiles again. "I did too. You've just got to believe in the magic of Christmas and not be such a grinch."

"Remind me again who was up until 3 last night wrapping gifts and who was drooling on the pillow?" You looked down at him, Jenson chuckles.

"Okay okay, I get it."

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[f1version]

BARBARA ROBERTS ★ DTN SERIES

series’ masterlist

An old chapter is reopened, that force and distinction that drove Barbara Roberts to the top of F1 for two consecutive years, back home. Malibu Racing is a new temple, the extension of a legacy.

Barbara Roberts, Team Principal and CEO of Malibu Racing F1 Team has her origins tied to history books. A two-time world champion whose on-track abilities couldn’t be ignored. A fierce competitor who came back for more.

At the young age of four, Barbara began chasing the excitement behind the wheel, observing karting races closely, going home, and developing her talent with each lap of her uncle’s old kart. She found happiness in speed, enjoyed visiting the Phoenix Street Circuit each year, obsessed over the Indy500, and watched Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost challenge each other throughout the years. Suddenly, she began to dream about a hot-pink car, all her notebooks filled with drawings of it. She, as well as her family, then understood that racing was a fire that needed to be fueled.

Roberts made her kart racing debut at the age of eight, and after winning her first race, it was a matter of time before her name was engraved on several US-based kart championship trophies. However, further progress would require expanding horizons, which prompted the Roberts to move across the ocean in 1994, supporting Barbara for what could be a challenging career. 

Europe was fast, she stayed faster. By fourteen her collection of kart titles included national, international, and world championships. Every race and practice aimed for that unattainable perfection, being aware of the judging eyes on each step she took. At 16 years old, Roberts was fearless, deciding to pursue another dream of hers, an engineering career. She used to say that the pressure was a reminder of what was yet to come.

Pieces began to fall into place, Barbara embarked on single-seaters as soon as age allowed it. Her first title in Monoposto Racing Club was followed by titles in Formula BMW ADAC, Formula Renault, and the Formula 3 Euro Series — all consecutive titles. And bound to keep the momentum, she started hunting for a seat in Formula One, closing the deal with BMW Williams in a reserve capacity for 2004 and securing a race seat for the 2005 season. 

Debuting at 21, Barbara spent her year fighting at the midfield in struggling machinery, yet was able to finish 10th in the World Championship, once again pouring ink on paper for what would be BMW Sauber in 2006. An improvement in reliability for her sophomore season placed Roberts on track for her maiden Grand Prix victory in the streets of Monaco, an unbelievable, emotional, and well-remembered drive that holds her in the tracks’ spotlight to this day.

For the 2007 season, Scuderia Ferrari took the bet on two young talents: Barbara Roberts and Kimi Räikkönen, giving both drivers the exact same 3-year-contract and an opportunity to make history. 

The pair held a fiery battle all season, ending in one of the most astonishing title deciders in the sport’s history, where the world championship rested on their number of wins due to a tie in the points. The crown sealed on Räikkönen, but Barbara’s own would arrive that very next year, securing it after 8 wins and 15 total podiums.

In her final year of mastery, Roberts became a double World Champion after a year-long battle against Brawn’s Jenson Button, three points separating them. And despite being contracted to race in 2010, Roberts decided to leave F1 behind at the end of the 2009 season.

After her F1 retirement, Barbara has taken on different roles and challenges throughout the years. In 2011 revealing her retirement's original reason, Roberts announced her new position as CEO of her family’s emblematic automobile manufacturer, Malibu Motors, linking nostalgia with modernity. In 2016, they held the biggest car launch in history, presenting one supercar and seven SUVs which resulted into having six of those as the bestselling cars of the year. In 2017, Malibu Motors became part of the Formula 3 engine programme, making the public think that was her only form of a comeback to motorsport. Yet, one year later, a victory in the 24 Hours of Le Mans was waiting for her and former rivals, Fernando Alonso and Jenson Button. And, in for 2019, she begun sponsoring multiple young women across motorsport, mentoring those in the path to Formula One.

Important figures of the sport, old colleagues, and the public, believed Barbara would be back in the car sooner or later, but after fourteen years, she has opted for a different path. A decade-long project becomes reality in 2023, with two hot-pink cars flying on track, resembling Barbie’s old childhood drawings.

★ Malibu Racing F1 ⓒ 2023

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[agendabymooner]

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: 𝐨𝐡 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝑗𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛²² 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏

summary: you’re asking your friend for way too much. you cannot just tell them that you want no strings AND act like you’re exclusive— so do something about it. that’s what jenson and frankie both learned from looking at each other from across the room.

content warning: 16+ content under the cut, named ofc, fwb-to-lovers type beat, jealous!jenson, shitty confessions, mentions of sexism, mentions of alcohol consumption, what is a context, use of explicit language

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this is getting too old. but who were they to complain? this was an agreement between the two of them. both of them mutually made a decision to be fucking idiots who couldn’t find any time to be in a stable relationship with anyone. the constant was just the sex.

perhaps frankie made a good move, going out for the first time since the triple header got to her system. it wasn’t easy being the only woman to drive on the grid and her team always reminded her that it will never be as easy for her as it would for men. she always needed to prove herself because well… she didn’t want to face scrutiny. so she looked closely, wondering if she’d ever step on the eggshells of discrimination and biased treatments as she drove.

too many things to think about, yet when she stepped into the club full of rich, familiar people her worried had gone away. not even caring about the man who eyed her just as she finished her cocktail in nearly one sip. he watched her carefully, not wanting his peers to think that he was being possessive. jenson button was never possessive of her— they weren’t even together. just as they agreed on.

she didn’t wear anything risqué; but the way her figure hugged her high slit pants and jewelry embellished top made him ache a little. was it his heart or his body? he didn’t know.

jenson envied the man who danced with her as she enjoyed her time. frankie was so fucking perfect and jenson didn’t know why— WHY he was so confident that he would still be able to enjoy a casual date with someone else after spending endless nights with frankie on his bed.

he said it himself that they can see anyone else whenever they’d feel like it— as long as they weren’t doing it behind each other’s backs. he’d done it before, and he could understand why she always looked like someone kicked her puppy whenever the boys would tease jenson about his latest date in front of her. she was, after all, the only woman in the grid— she had to sit through all of this shit before. but jenson knew why she was pained by the endless teasings that weren’t even directed at her.

because watching her dance and giggle at the nameless and faceless man made him ache too. he knew how she felt back when they’d make fun of him. he knew how it felt when someone was practically rubbing your love’s sex life right on your face while you couldn’t do much about it as you weren’t exclusive. they were nothing but teammates. the brawn-mclaren mix. the only two that tolerated each other enough to be able to last together in two different teams. he understood where she stood even if she didn’t voice it out.

it was getting too old and even frankie knew that. because by the time she dipped out of the dance floor and made her way to him and saw how he fiddled with his empty glasses, she could tell that he craved for hard liquor more than he usually did. he looked so sad moping around like this.

“therapy normally helps with this kind of sadness— when you’re disassociating,” frankie joked, laughing at the way he jumped when she spoke. he was way out of this world that he didn’t even here her approach. she knew what he was thinking about, but she remained quiet as his lips curled up widely.

“therapy doesn’t answer much,” he quipped, “you just offload everything and they’d just pull one thing out of what you just spilled and make a big deal out of it. that’s what i heard at least.”

“don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” frankie scoffed, leaving him to chuckle as she leaned closer and nudged him. “c’mon, jens. out with it.”

“wha’?” he asked before he defended himself, “‘m having a bloody time with my little friends in here. why did you come back?”

“the bar isn’t the best place to look for love,” frankie joked, “‘sides, you normally don’t keep your mouth shut so it’s safe for me to assume that you aren’t pissed. you’d be chattin’ me ears off about how much you love me and how guilty you were crashing to me last race if you were drunk.”

“mmm, yea, i suppose i’m not drunk,” he hummed. “not enjoying this bar.”

“why?”

“the bar isn’t the best place to look for love,” he echoed her words back at her, now staring at her eyes. “‘sides… i don’t need to be drunk to tell you more about loving you. should you care to listen.” she froze in her seat, her smile dropping as he continued to look at her without any hesitation.

one of them had be to extremely intoxicated to be saying something like this, but frankie knew for a fact that he wasn’t anything like that. she knew his alcohol tolerance as much as she knew what the colour of her knickers she wore tonight.

but he seemed to be extremely serious.

he spoke a lot of his love before. but most of those times, he’d act like he hadn’t remembered it the next morning. she told him that she loved him, and when he asked her about it the next morning she pretended as if she was extremely drunk because of the endless lines of shot glasses waiting for her. as if they were saying that there wasn’t any right place to say ‘i love you’ unless you’re four shots in at a soddy club or something.

affections in the wrong places and confessions were done at the poorest conditions of their life.

frankie thought that it was getting too old — confessing at the wrong time. maybe jenson knew that too— seeing as he was sober enough to look at her dead in the eyes while he said those words. about not finding love at a bar full of sad single people.

it was funny how that worked because their first proper conversation occurred on their first 1-2 win celebration. that’s when they found each other in one bed and falling in love right after.

“so,” she trailed off, glancing down at his lips before looking up at him. “what do we do then?”

“what do we do—“ jenson scoffed at the question. it wasn’t anything to ridicule him; she was genuinely unsure about the next step. “we’re obviously not drunk enough to shag each other and pretend as if we’re both lying to ourselves.”

“that’s true,” frankie nodded.

“and if i’m hearing it right,” he shifted in his seat. “then we could just head back and take this all in. then maybe… a date?”

she stood up, turning in his direction as he gave her a confused look. she stretched her hand in his direction and said, “c’mon. i’ve to pay my drinks.”

“you need me for that?”

“so we’re not going back to my room and cuddle?” frankie raised a brow.

“right,” he grabbed her hand, stumbling as he was pulled up to stand. she giggled at his little movement, earning a grin from the british man as he stood next to her. looking down at her, his hand rested on her face and his thumb caressed her cheek. he leaned down to kiss her lips, tasting nothing but strawberries on her mouth.

they were both happy with their decision to complain about their situation. otherwise, they’d be in their hotels, being miserable about not having one another unless they wanted to get off.

pulling away, he sighed in relief as he told himself, “fucking finally.”

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[ralphiesaces]

...what are we? // sebson

jenson runs a hand through his hair, trying (and failing) to get it to fall in the way he'd like it to. it's not that big of a deal, but with the scrutiny he's always under by the media, it seems comforting to have some sort of control on the way he's presented.

but it's moments like this that jenson finds the most calming, where all of the drivers are shoved into a room without a camera in sight.

normally, he'd be bugging mark, or flirting with lewis, or teasing nico, but today he just needs a moment to himself.

nothing has really happened, and maybe that's why jenson feels the need to analyze everything.

nothing has changed in the past few weeks, at least concerning seb, but jenson can't help but wish something had.

they're stuck in a limbo.

jenson likes the way they are now -- and he thinks seb does too -- the way they find each other in quiet moments between races and celebrations, fleeting touches hidden in plain sight, and constant teasing in front of the camera.

but seb hasn't said much about it.

ha- maybe that's kimi's influence.

if jenson thinks about it logically, they way that things are now aren't sustainable, they're threatening to both of their careers if it comes out, and who knows if the feelings that jenson has will last more than a few months.

jenson thinks that if it comes down to it, he won't ask seb to stay. not if he's not even sure that seb thinks of them the way jenson does.

he won't force him to make that decision, not if it'll hurt jenson more than seb.

he won't force him to make that decision, not when seb is a genius behind the wheel, not when he has so much to prove for himself, more than jenson ever had at seb's age.

the drivers chatter around him, grounding him for a moment before he spirals again.

he takes a deep breath and diverts his attention back to the task at hand.

the selfish part of jenson is screaming at him-- how could he even think to let seb go when he's never felt safer and happier?

when no one else in his family or on the grid has ever gotten closer to seeing who jenson is beyond what he's willing to share?

jenson squeezes his eyes shut and prays that the moment will never come -- when he has to make the difficult decision about his heart or his career- seb's career.

he opens his eyes again and glances around the room.

seb stands beside a gossiping lewis who seems to be telling the most interesting story by the way he's gesturing. but seb catches his gaze with his own, a soft smile on his lips, as if he's sharing a secret with jenson that no one else in the room is aware of.

which, to be fair, that's exactly what it is.

jenson smiles back and seb's eyes soften before he turns back to lewis.

and oh.

jenson doesn't need to ask seb to define what they have. seb already knows. seb feels the same.

a/n: here's a little something because I feel bad that the reporter!jenson fic is taking so long. I'll be done school shortly and hopefully I'll have more time to write!!

#alt: the art of communicating without words #sebson #blurb #inspired by lyrics #lizzy mcalpine #f1 rpf #op #jenson button #sebastian vettel #not beta read #ficlet

[norrisleclercf1]

OKAY BUT LISTEN A REQUEST IDEA!

Mafia! Jenson x wife where both take Logan under their wing. And when the wife reader gets hurt both Logan and Jenson grow overprotective because that's their wife and "mother".

A/N: Logie is Jenson's baby don't get me started

"Logan, would you like breakfast?" Knocking on the door you hear movement and it's thrown open the young American was exhausted and had a huge bandage on his side from last nights run.

"Do I have to eat?" He grumbles, and you sigh reaching out and smoothing his hair down. "You do darling, that way you can take your antibiotics," Logan sighs and shuffles back into his room and grabs a shirt, sliding it on carefully.

"Is he angry?" Logan asks, knowing the only reason he got injured was because he had messed up. "No baby, he's annoyed, but not at you. You're a rookie, the others should've looked after you a bit better, that's all." You comfort him and stay behind just a little in case he wobbles back and falls.

"Morning," Logan flinches hearing the anger in Jenson's tone, your eyes cast over and glare, your husband catching your glare and puts the newspaper down and clears his throat. "Are you okay buddy?" Logan sighs sitting down, his stitches itched, burned, and he wanted to cry. He let Jenson down.

"My stitches itch," He grumbles, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. "It's your body healing itself, normal for wounds to itch." You explain licking your hand and fixing Logan's hair which has him grumbling but says nothing. Jenson snatches Logan's plate and the boy goes to argue but stops when he sees Jenson was plating food for him.

"Maybe you should move in here with us, hmm?" You ask, sitting down next to Jenson. "I had his stuff packed and already placed on our floor, it's being unpacked as we speak." Logan blushes and nods, knowing there was no point in arguing. "Thank you," You smile and pass Logan his meds which he happily takes.

Year later

"Boysssss! I'm going to the farmer market, do you want anything?" You yell, loud enough for them to hear you from the kitchen. You hear steps and then running down the stairs. "Think you could get me oranges?" You smile as Logan comes into view.

He's taken up training and eating better, having grown taller and wider as he worked on his muscles to become better and stronger for the team. "Of course, darling, does your dad want anything?" Logan had taken to calling you and Jenson, mom and dad about 5 months ago. "No, he says just the usual." You nod and walk past, Logan leaning over as you kiss his cheek.

"Alright, be back," "In an hour, we know. Just be careful Mom." Logan smiles and runs back up the stairs to join Jenson in watching some race. Shaking your head you head out and make the walk to the market.

Jenson hated when you walked, considering who he was, and how people knew your face, and knew they could go after you to get to him. Smiling at some of the locals you head to some of your favorite stands. "Good morning Mrs. Button, hows that sweet boy of yours?" A sweet older lady named Mrs. Watts, loved Logan as he'd come out here and help you and sometimes stick around and help her with her stand.

"Oh he's good, you know always a gentleman." You smile and picking up some fresh oranges, turning you don't see them coming until some teens run into you, which has you falling and hitting your head.

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"Where's my mom?" You sigh as does the ER doctor bandaging up your wrist. "Logan!" You call gently, not wanting to raise your voice, since you have a pretty good concussion. "Mom!" Logan sighs, and pushes the doctor gently and hugs you, taking a deep breath. Jenson skids in and stops seeing you and moves gathering both you and Logan into his arms.

"What the hell happened, who did this to you?" Jenson asks, you giggle seeing as he was ready to start a war. "it was just those stupid kids, they didn't see me and ran into me on their skateboards. Fell and hit my head, sprained my wrist." You explain and Jenson sighs but you can still see he was antsy.

"She really is okay, Mr. Button. You and your son don't have to worry," The doctor tries to explain but Logan refuses to move from your side, lying his head on your shoulder. "Should've gone with you today," Logan whispers and you smile, kissing the crown of his hair. "I'm okay, really you two." Jenson sighs and moves again, hugging you both.

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[the-offside-rule]

Jenson Button (Brawn era) - Snowballs

Day 22 of Christmas

Jenson and Y/n strolled hand in hand through an enchanting park of London, covered from the littlest pebble to the biggest tree with festive lights. The air was crisp, and the atmosphere was filled with the spirit of Christmas. Their laughter echoed from the park and up into the sky, filling the heavens.

Amid the cheerful jokes and loving stares, Jenson smiled at Y/n, his eyes filled with warmth. "Isn't London magical during Christmas?" he remarked, squeezing her hand gently.

Y/n nodded, a grin on her face. "Absolutely. But you know what would make it even more magical?" she teased. "What's that?" Jenson asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. Y/n playfully tilted her head. "A snowball fight!" Without waiting for a response, she scooped up a handful of snow and tossed it at Jenson, initiating a playful battle.

Their laughter resonated through the winter air as the snowball fight escalated. Jenson retaliated with good-natured competitiveness, and soon enough, the quaint London street transformed into a winter battlefield. Amid the flurry of snow, Y/n giggled, ducking behind a snow-covered bench for cover. "You're not getting away that easily!" She called out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jenson grinned, a snowball in hand. "We'll see about that!" He shouted and began pegging them at her again. As the playful skirmish continued, their connection deepened. Between laughter and snowball throws, they shared intimate moments, stealing glances that spoke volumes. As the snowy chaos thickened, Jenson gently caught Y/n off guard, pulling her into a tender kiss that melted the winter chill.

Breathless, Y/n grinned against his lips. "You're distracting me," she teased. Jenson chuckled, his eyes locked with hers. "Guilty as charged." He said, smashing a snowball atop of her wooly hat that sat on her head. "Jenson Alexander Lyons Button!" She gasped. "Shush! People are gonna hear you saying that!"

The snowball fight persisted, both reveling in the joy of the moment. Yet, as the snow-covered ground bore witness to their playful antics, Y/n eventually conceded defeat, sinking into the snow with a dramatic sigh. "I surrender," she declared, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Jenson joined her on the snowy ground, a victorious smile playing on his lips. "Admitting defeat already?" he teased.

Y/n laughed, brushing snowflakes off her hair. "Only because you're too good at this. But I wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled and pecked her lips yet again. They sat together, breath visible in the chilly air, savoring the magic of the snowy London evening. Amid the twinkling lights and shared warmth, Jenson and Y/n's Christmas walkbecame a cherished memory, etched in the snowy canvas of their love story.

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[thyln4gf]

Lets have some fun, shall we?

✞ This is a little different from what i usually do! This piece of work consists of some of my favourite F1 drivers as sexual gestures/things, and shortest, smallest blurbs ever about them (also a song for each). Its made based on purely my intuition and imagination, so just sit back and enjoy i guess.

✞ Word count - 1467

✞ Warnings - heavily sexual content.

✞ Drivers included - Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, George Russel, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Alex Albon, Sebastian Vettel, Jenson Button.

✞ Authors note - requests open! Doesnt matter if you want more for a particular driver, or something completely new.

Charles Leclerc (closer to you - jungkook)

Drunk sex - He's definitely the type to underestimate his limits by a little, or maybe even a lot. Some people would say that those type of decisions are the worst ones that they have ever made. To him? Heaven on earth. Nothings more thrilling to him than the fuzzy feeling taking over his brain, the haze over his eyes - feeling like his body is operating on its own. You know what they say? If you take away one of your senses, the other gets stronger. So by taking away his ability to think properly, he's allowing himself to feel the pleasure even stronger than before. He finds solo sessions like that okay, but with you? Sheesh... He might as well have been a man who wasnt breathing, judging by the desperation he takes and eats you up.

Carlos Sainz (american teenager - ethel cain)

Morning sex - think of him being absolutely exhausted after a hard day at work, coming home to you - youre also exhausted, you were taking care of the kids, ran some errands, took a few calls. So you two cuddle up and fall asleep right away. Now lets take ourselves to the morning - its 7am, and the sun is already shining through the window. He wakes up to the feeling of your warm body, your bare skin against his. He might try to resist his urges at first, but then he'd inhale some of your scent - and he would immediately cave in. You cant resist his offer either, its tempting - being a parent, and having a husband who's always travelling... what could be a more perfect time to get going at it? The drowsiness after a good nights sleep still lingering and the rays of sunshine slipping through the window makes it much, much more addictive.

Max Verstappen (change (in the house of flies) - deftones)

Angry makeout sessions - now, lets be real. Did you expect anything else? This man has a lot of pent up anger. Not enough of that, he's a pretty angry man in general. He can be gentle, yes, and he has showed you exactly that multiple times. But one has to let off some steam and let the anger fade away. To him, making out with you is the perfect medicine. The softness of your lips and his aim to please you distracts his brain, and his senses get busy by letting his hands squeeze and caress your body anywhere he can reach. He seems to love your hips and your thighs - sometimes, he'd grip hard enough to leave some bruises. Not that you mind - it reminds you of the fact that he's yours, that he's desperate for you, and that he's not going anywhere. He needs you.

Daniel Ricciardo (teeth - 5SOS)

Getting handsy at the club/party - he doesn't even need those shots for the confidence, he already has enough. But something about the atmosphere gets him going. Is it the dim lighting? The smell of alcohol, sweat, and all those different perfumes mixed into one? Whatever it may be, he's definitely getting extra touchy. Rubbing your thigh while sitting in the booth, grabbing your waist to dance (not wrapping his hands around you, no - grabbing and squeezing it with his fingers), and all that jazz. Its almost like his hands have a mind of their own - he's far from the possessive type though. He just cant resist the inviting temptation to feel you with his hands.

Lewis Hamilton (renegade - aaryan shah)

Inappropriate thoughts during the wrongest moments - i dont have much explanation for this one, but it just makes sense. It does. Imagine listening to your boss talk about something incredibly boring. The conference is dragging on, on, and on. You can see someone napping, someone is doodling away in their notebook. Him? He's thinking about how he spent the night with you. He's thinking of how pretty your face looked, the tears smudging your mascara all over your cheeks, the pretty sounds you were making. And it was all for him. He quickly gets brought back to the earth as the boss calls his name. He's a lucky bastard though - he was always good at not letting his thoughts show on his face.

Lando Norris (monster - lady gaga)

Public fun - whatever the fun it might be. Anything ranging from caressing your waist in front of a group of people, to having sex in the most unconventional places ever. If there's even the smallest chance of getting away with it? He's doing it. And if the risk is even bigger? Even better. It excites him and turns him on like no other. The only thing thats more exciting about this is you, and the fact that he gets to do all those things to you, with you. Unlike Daniel - this little bitch is possessive as hell. He wont hesitate to give you hickeys where everyone can see them, while everyone can see.

Oscar Piastri (boyfriend - dove cameron)

Worshipping your partner - he's quiet, and he's kind of reserved. Doesnt mean that he's not as nasty as his teammate - just in a different way. He's more private. He'd enjoy being dominated by you, and only you, despite being a dom leaning switch himself. Youre his weakness, his royalty. You could be using him as a mere fucktoy, and he'd let you. He would also probably agree to a threesome with Lando - with the goal of being able to dominate and get dominated. He loved the idea of the whole focus going towards your pleasure - worshipping you.

George Russel (masterpiece - MIW)

The "face-off" - him sitting down on the edge of the bed, feet firmly on the ground, you straddling his lap. Youre grinding against each other, the room getting filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and more and more of his moans. Most importantly? Youre staring into each others eyes. You enjoy watching him turn into putty underneath your touch. You find the way his big eyes look up at you pretty - so you cant resist the urge to ride him until he's actually crying, and cant think of anything else but of getting more. He kisses you as a distraction - its one of the sloppiest makeout sessions that you guys have ever had. But, dont lie to yourself - its one of your favourites as well.

Alex Albon (whore - in this moment)

Using toys - he isnt scared of a little "help" in the bedroom. This man is far from insecure, and it shows. He doesnt see it as a sign of weakness, if anything - he thinks that they help to show his skills and abilities better. He's a giver - he often finishes from giving you the pleasure only. He's also willing to try whatever you want to try - he feels honoured and even flattered that you trust him enough to voice your deepest fantasies. And he will do anything in his power to fulfill them - he wants to hear just how good you moan for him. His pretty princess.

Sebastian Vettel (sonne - rammstein)

Smiling - this man smiles, grins, and smirks through anything, to the point it can make you uneasy sometimes. He's praising you? He's smiling. He's dirty-talking into your ear in front of people? He's smiling. He'll do that anytime, anywhere. But his favourite reason to smile is hearing the sounds you make - he thinks of the fact that they were brought out of your mouth by him, and a smile just slips. The only moment where you can see that smile falter is when he's on his third or fourth orgasm - he simply cant focus on anything else but you and the way your body feels. "Thats it schatz, just like that" - and thats how you know that this man is far gone already.

Jenson Button (diggin' my own grave - FFDP)

Neck kisses - it almost feels like your neck is the staple of his life. He can and will snuggle into it and kiss it any chance he gets. Its not even always sexual - he sometimes does it subconsciously - but its definitely one of his favourite aftercare activities. And you havent complained once. You enjoy the feeling of his warmth lingering on the skin of your neck, and the way it gently tickles whenever he decides to rapidly attack it with the kisses. Your scent and your warmth feels comforting and almost hypnotising to him. But sometimes it just cant help but have the opposite of the calming effect on him - and a second round happens.

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[junkiespromise]

☆; here you'll find all the fics/blurbs/drabbles i have written so far.

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[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ POVLNFOUR’S 1K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION : DRABBLE GAME (PAUSED FOR A MOMENT — WILL UPDATE WHEN ITS BACK OPEN)

to celebrate 1000 of you (!!!!) i wanted to play a little drabble game to thank you all! how it works is:

you send me an ask with name of up to 3 drivers + a prompt, and i will write a short blurb based on how i think they’d react! (calling it the drabble game bc the world blurb gives me heebie jeebies)

for example: lando norris + teaching you how to ski , or lewis hamilton + the first time you met roscoe

your prompt can be: a situation, based on a song, inspired by photos or emojis you attach, based on a story, in a certain time period or alternate universe — anything you can think of as long as it is within the guidelines below!

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR:

for the purpose of this game i will write for any driver from the current f1 grid

reserve/other category drivers i will write for: liam lawson, mick schumacher, theo pourchaire, arthur leclerc, jack doohan, pato o’ward

f1 legends i will write for: jenson button (jenson requests get extra kisses hes my fav), sebastian vettel, mark webber, nico rosberg

WHAT I WON’T WRITE:

i do not write 18+ content. i am happy to write things of a suggestive nature but no smut

i will not write requests involving the following things: basic dni information, drugs, discussions of body image, any content that threatens harm to self or others, in depth discussions of mental health

#… [zellie’s 1k drabble game] #f1 x reader #f1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #alex albon #alex albon x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #jenson button #jenson button x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz #daniel ricciardo #carlos sainz x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #liam lawson #arthur leclerc #mick schumacher #george russell #george russell x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris scenario

[libraryofloveletters]

“Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

with seb or jenson

making this one a vettel!reader just for the heck of it // prompt: “stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

The house was full because your brother, Sebastian, insisted on inviting basically the entire gird for the holiday party and his friend, Jenson, would not leave you alone. 

See, the thing was you and Jenson had met before; you met him a bar whilst you were in Spain with your brother for one of his races and unknowingly to you, he was also a driver but you didn’t find that out until the next day at the track. Frankly, it was too late and you two had already hooked up the night before. 

Nonetheless, you did what anyone who didn’t want to be caught up with their brother’s friend does; you ignored him. 

It was going fine until the end of the season, your brother had won his third championship and the entire family joined him for the final race of the season; forcing you to see Jenson. 

Not that he was hard on the eyes, though he had a habit of getting on your nerves. 

You had a suspicion that Seb invited him to the holiday party. So when he walked in, you weren't surprised. 

“Y/n, help me with something in the kitchen?” Jenson asks and you don’t move from your spot. 

“Y/n,” your older brother calls for you, “go help him.” He says and now you’ve got no choice but to go. 

Jenson lets you lead the way and while you were going to go through the left side, he grabs your hand and pulls you to the right; something he had trying to do all night but you kept spilling away from him. 

“Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.” You grumble when he stops right under it. 

Jenson’s holding you by the waist, his arm wrapped around you. “Mistletoe?” He asks, dumbly and you roll your eyes, glancing up at the bundle of greenery above you. 

He looks up too, a smile on his face when he looks back at you. “Oh, would you look at that ? Mistletoe.” 

You can’t help but smile, he’s so irritating sometimes. 

“Well you know, it’s bad luck not to give me a kiss then.” 

“Says who?” You ask. 

Jenson shrugs, “everyone.” Giving in, your hand rests on his jaw when you kiss him. 

The man smiles, satisfied. “I don’t know if that’s true or not,” he says as you walk off to get a drink. 

“If what's true?” 

“The bad luck thing.” 

“Oh I know, you're a horrible liar, Jenson.” 

#holiday extravaganza blurbs <3 #jenson button #jenson button x reader

[formulalfc]

requests open <3

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also if you are below the age of 18 please do not interact with my nsfw content xoxo

when you request please let me know if you want it to be a ramble (a shorter piece where i just essentially ramble about the idea you've given me) or if you want it to be a longer fic (will fully plot it out, probably be around 1000 words). in terms of time fics will take longer, whereas rambles take much less time.

who i write for:

football: alisson becker, joe gomez, virgil van dijk, ibrahima konate, kostas tsimikas, andy robertson, trent alexander arnold, curtis jones, dominik szoboszlai, ryan gravenberch, cody gakpo, darwin nunez, jude bellingham, christian pulisic, marcus rashford, levi colwill, ben chilwell, deli ali, jadon sancho, mason mount, kylian mbappe, kai havertz, joao felix, pablo gavi, pedri gonzalez, frenkie de jong, gio reyna, jobe bellingham

formula one: lewis hamilton, george russell, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr, lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, lance stroll, alex albon, logan sargeant, yuki tsuoda, esteban ocon, pierre gasly, zhou guyanu, mick schumacher, sebastian vettel, jenson button, arthur leclerc

feel free to request other people but i may not do the requests or they may take longer to make :)

my work is exactly that, MINE. i do not give anyone permission to rewrite it or re-post it somewhere without asking me first. i put a lot of effort into my work as every writer on here does, so i really don't appreciate people just taking it and branding it as their own content.

tags i use:

blurbs with shan ;) (for all my blurbs)

formulalfc (for general posts)

fic's with shan ;) (for all my fics)

shan's fic recs 🫶 (my fic rec's)

shan's thoughts :) (for my thoughts on your driver/footballer thoughts)

lots of love xoxo

#formulalfc #blurbs with shan ;) #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #lando norris #jude bellingham #oscar piastri #trent alexander arnold #pedri gonzalez #pablo gavi #joao felix #kylian mbappe #daniel ricciardo #darwin núñez #mason mount #levi colwill #max vertsappen