#mark webber oneshot

[norrisleclercf1]

Inspired by Mark entering his silver fox era:

imagine reader discovering Mark has grown back his facial hair and it's come in even more grey than she anticipated (maybe she was away for a week), and when she sees her husband again, she can't help herself and climbs him like a tree

oh my god send help, I am down bad for him 😵‍💫😵‍💫

A/N: We're going to hell but at least it'll be together lovely

Humming, Mark couldn't wait for you to get home, he's honestly never missed you more. He was finally getting a taste of what it was like for him to be home, but for you to be gone and he honestly hated it. He was never really gone long, not sense he's retired.

If he was gone long, you were always with him, you two couldn't be away from each other long, Sebastian, Fernando, and even Jenson used to make fun of him when they were all younger. They were so used to you being in the paddock when Mark was driving, and now if they didn't see you two together it was odd.

Mark had to keep himself distracted from the fact that you weren't home, he was so distracted he even let his beard and grey in his hair grow out. Normally he'd ask one of the kids to dye it or shave his beard to a stubble. But now, it was fully grown, and you could clearly see the grey in it.

Mark taps his foot, standing at the kitchen sink, washing dishes that the kids left behind. Mark pays so much attention to the dishes, trying not to stare at the clock, that he completely misses your car pulling in, parking, and opening the back door.

To say you missed your husband was an understatement. Mark and you have only been able to text and call, unable to face time, so you haven't been able to see your husband. You hear the screams of laughter from your 3 kids down the hall, and stop seeing Mark's tall figure and broad back facing you.

"What's up good lookin," You laugh, Mark turning around quick with his eyes wide. "Hey! You're home early!" You freeze, mouth dropping open as you stare at all the grey in his hair and beard. "You're grey!" You gasp, Mark groans and rubs a hand over his beard. "Yeah. I've been so distracted, trying to think how you're not here. And Ollie was busy with her friends so she hasn't had time to dye it." He admits and you sputter.

"No! Don't dye it," You drop your bag and rush forward, pulling him down to eye level as you rake your eyes all over him. "Fuck, you look hot." You groan and wrap your arms around his neck, Mark chuckles and stands and you wrap your legs around his waist. His hands cup your ass and bounce you a little bit, getting a better grip and groaning as you kiss him deeply.

"Ewwww," You pull away and groan, looking at your 17 year old daughter Olive. "Adult time, got it," She holds her hands up and you laugh as Mark glares. "What do you know about that," "Mark, protective dad later, husband duties first." You whisper as Olive walks down the hallway and closing, and locking the door.

"Right," Making you laugh loudly as he walks you to the bedroom.

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[percervall]

something good (in everything I see)

Driver: Fernando Alonso Words: 840 Warnings: Fluff, barely proof read

In which Uncle Nano can't help himself

From the moment Fernando saw the then 3-year-old with her little face squished against the glass as the three of them got ready to go karting, he knew that she had her dads’ love for adrenaline and speed. Jenson and Mark were tinkering away with the set ups of their go-karts, not aware of the little girl studying their every move, but he kept an eye on her, saw the cogs turning in that little head as she tried to understand what they were doing; as if it was a puzzle to her. It was there that Fernando made a promise that he would do whatever he could to feed that curiosity. 

It would take another two years before Fernando could honour his promise. Agnes’ parents were of the mindset that just because she’s the daughter of three F1 drivers, it should be her choice to pursue anything motor sport related. Fernando could understand their hesitancy; the legacy was a heavy cross to bear, Fernando had seen it far too often during his time in F1. And then Agnes’ fifth birthday rolled around and with that a wish list. Among the LEGOs, PlayDough, and a car for her Barbies, was the sign Fernando had been waiting for: a go-kart like Oscar so I can race with him. And well, why have millions in the bank if not to spoil your best friend’s children? Fernando used his own connections to build Agnes her first go-kart, choosing all the little details and even making sure it had its very own racing number. 

And so the big day arrived. Fernando was feeling a little nervous, worried he had overstepped somehow and made another promise: if Margot and Luke showed any interest, they, too, would get their first go-kart from their Uncle Nano. And if not, the money would go towards their education. 

He parks the van just out of sight and grabs the tiny helmet he had commissioned in Agnes’ favourite colours. Of course he had included his own personal sponsor and a few touches that would make it clear whose daughter she is. 

“Uncle Nano!” Agnes calls out when he enters the Magnussen-Hamilton-Webber home. 

“Hello preciosa, happy birthday!” he replies, setting the gift bag down on the table.

“Glad you could make it, mate,” Mark says, pulling him in for a one-armed hug, still holding Luke.

“Will always come to see my godson and nieces,” Fernando says, ruffling the little boy’s hair. Picking up the bag, he crouches down in front of the birthday girl. 

“I got you a present. Two actually.”

“Two presents?” Agnes asks, eyes round with curiosity. Fernando can’t help but smile as he nods. He hands her the bag and watches her tear open the wrapping paper.

“My own helmet! Mama look!” 

“I see baby! All your favourite colours too!” Agnes’ mother replies, her tone light but he can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of his skull. 

“The other present is outside, wanna go see?” Fernando asks the girl, pointedly ignoring the stares from his best friend’s wife. Agnes eagerly nods her head and takes his hand.

“What did you do?” Mark asks him as they all follow him outside.

“I bought her a birthday present,” comes his reply, but the twinkle in Fernando’s eyes tells Mark all he needs to know. 

“Now, this was a bit difficult to wrap, preciosa,” Fernando says, clicking a button on his car keys and opening the doors on the back, “Oscar, a little help?” The younger driver nods and climbs in after him. “Close your eyes Agnes!” he calls out before he and Oscar carry the gift out of the van.

“Oh you silly old man,” he hears Agnes’ mother whisper while Jenson laughs. 

“Okay, pequeña, you can open them.” He watches as Agnes pulls her tiny hands down and sees the biggest smile light up her face.

“My own go-kart! And it’s orange like Oscar’s car!” Kevin, who had been carrying her up until then, walks closer and crouches down with her, pointing out all the different parts. 

“Oh my god, he’s even gotten her a racing number,” Jenson says, switching Margot to his other hip. 

“Yes,” Fernando says, suddenly feeling a little silly for being so sentimental, “I chose 66 because-..” 

“It’s all our numbers combined,” Lewis says, “44, 20 and 2. It’s all three of us represented.” Fernando nods, for once not sure what to say. 

“Mate, this must have-..” Mark starts but Fernando waves the concerns away.

“I have more money than sense, or whatever it is you say. If Margot or Luke ever show interest in racing, they will get one too. That little girl has the racing bug and I want to help her, and her siblings, achieve their dreams however I can,” Fernando says, looking over at Agnes, Kevin and Oscar who are still admiring the go-kart.

“Thank you,” Agnes’ mother says, and Fernando can tell she means it from the bottom of her heart as she hugs him tight. 

Inspired by a prompt sent in by @curiousthyme as part of this. If there's a fic you'd wish I'd write, please send it in!

I don't think I will ever be able to stop writing for these characters.

Please feel free to let me know what you think!

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[timosalonen]

“Is it warm?” 

“Weather app says it’ll get to twenty-four at about noon.” 

Fernando nods, snuggling deeper into Mark’s side. “The beach, then.”

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[lumi-nescentt]

Rumor Has It

Part 1 - Someone Like You

Pairing: Jenson Button x Reader / Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 3.4k

Summary: Catching the attention of an F1 driver is already rare but catching the attention of two very close friends in the paddock can only be a recipe for disaster. Especially when they're both devilishly handsome and have their mind set on winning your affections.

A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot but I got carried away so it's now a four parter

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Mark and Jenson were close friends, that was a fact. The two drivers were always joking with each other. Despite their competitiveness on track, they always knew that leaving any argument they had on track was the wisest decision. 

It was almost an unspoken rule that any disagreement was to be left to deal with on track and for years they never argued about anything because they knew better. Plus, they never had something to argue over that required more than what racing solved. That was until you came along, you and your bright smile that made Jenson stutter for the first time when giving an interview. Mark was just as affected as his British friend but he chose not to show it  to you initially. 

Jenson had been on his way to tell Mark about this gorgeous and funny reporter that he had immediately been attracted to but before he could say anything, the Australian was already talking about you. All Jenson could do was nod and laugh as Mark described how beautiful you were and how you had smiled so brightly at him while asking him questions.

Part of him wanted to shut Mark up, to tell him that you had also smiled at him and that he wasn’t special but that meant admitting that he was just as ordinary as the Australian and Jenson hoped the spark between you hadn’t been one sided. 

For months the two men tried to get your attention, each with their own method but the same motivation behind it. Mark always spent as much time as possible with you in the media pen, sticking around until you were done to have a quick discussion until he was forced to join his team briefing. The usually quite grumpy Australian seemed to soften around you, smiling softly and always finding something interesting to say to you even when he DNFed. He was really trying to show his softer side in hopes that you’d like him back someday.

Where Mark was putting his hopes of getting with you on a subtler approach, Jenson was the complete opposite. The Brit was trying every trick in the book to get you to notice him, shamelessly flirting with you on or off camera. His smug smile never left his face whenever he knew he had your undivided attention. 

He got high on it, trying to find how to rile you up, how to get you to respond to his taunts. When it worked, the rare times you caved in and teased him back, Jenson beamed with pride.

With how close the two drivers were, they were well aware that they liked you both and that if you ever decided to reciprocate their feelings, one of them would be left behind and forced to let you go. Each of them hoped their antics would work, bragging about how well they knew you and how you would like them back someday.

Neither of them dared to say they’d get you explicitly. First, they didn’t want to jinx it by saying out loud a wish that hadn’t happened yet. Second, they knew better than to be douchebags and they respected you too much to treat you like some prize to be won. No matter how this whole flirting game felt like a competition between them, you weren’t an object to own.

By the end of the 2008 season, you still hadn’t reciprocated any of their feelings but neither of them was ready to give up. For an unknown reason, you had their undivided attention and there was nothing you or they could do about it. 

At first, you had thought they were indeed flirting with you and it felt good to be wanted. It wasn’t everyday that two gorgeous men got out of their way to have your attention. But then when Seb, who you knew had a girlfriend he loved to death, had started to flirt with you too, you started doubting the whole thing. 

Without knowing it, Seb’s need to tease his teammate and his friend had ruined most of their efforts. Jenson was known to be a playboy anyway so it was easy to convince yourself that he was just being his usual charming self and that you had overanalyzed every interaction you had with him. 

Convincing yourself that Mark was just being friendly was harder because the change in personality was evident. Your colleagues relentlessly teased you about your capacity of turning the intimidating Australian into some sort of lovesick puppy.

Even with how hard he was trying, Jenson could tell you were pulled towards Mark by a force bigger than him. Maybe it was the age difference between him and the Australian that pulled you towards his friend. Mark was in his thirties and despite not having changed on track, the Brit could tell his friend was in another stage of his life than him. 

Mark was done with meaningless flings and was looking for something real now. He still liked to party but there was something more serious about him. A steadiness and surety emanated from him. Jenson was well aware that he lacked that in appearance.

He was still enjoying life like there was no tomorrow and despite getting close to thirty, the Brit was still acting as if he was in his early twenties. He just thought life was easier that way. No one expected anything for you if you didn’t give them a reason too and it was the only way Jenson knew to avoid disappointing the people around him. You can’t really fail to meet expectations if the bar is on the floor. 

Maybe that was Jenson’s biggest flaw, his deep-rooted fear of disappointment had made him create this wall around him. This persona of Jenson Button, the ladies’ man, professional playboy, slag of the F1 paddock, he had heard it all and basked in it. Sometimes even using it to his advantage to get what he wanted because he was after all just a man with needs and there was only so long he could resist when presented with a good time.

As both of them kept trying to make you fall for them, the months passed and with that the 2009’s season with it. With how well his career was going, Jenson was putting his everything into whatever bond the two of you shared. He swore he could touch everything he ever wanted at the tip of his fingers: his dream of being a world champion and his dream girl, miraculously in the same place. 

In a moment of euphoria after he won the championship, Jenson had asked you to come to the afterparty to celebrate with him and all the drivers. You had planned to go out to celebrate your well-deserved break anyway so you agreed, thinking he’d be too busy to notice if you ever decided to show up or not. 

Seb was the first one to notice you in the packed club, smiling at you before nudging his teammate who smiled at you fondly, the alcohol letting him show his emotions more freely. You watched as he closed the distance between you, navigating between the mass of drunk people with ease before stopping in front of you with the same drunken smile. 

-“ Hey Mark” 

-“ Nobody told me you’d be coming, if I had known I’d have drank less.” Mark apologised

-“ Why, scared you’ll share your deepest secrets with me ?” 

-“ I have nothing to hide from you, I just want to be sure I remember every moment spent with you.” he smiled fondly 

-“ That’s very sweet but don’t worry about the alcohol, I plan on drinking as well so I’ll catch up with you soon enough.” you laughed 

-“ I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk. I wonder what kind of person you are then…”

-“ What do you think I am ?” 

-“ You don’t strike me as an emotional or loud drunk. I’m hoping you’re either a flirty drunk or a very honest one.” 

-“ Oh yeah ? Why is that ?” you asked, trying not to let a smirk creep on your face

-“ Because then I can ask you if you like me back and either you’ll flirt back or you’ll tell me the truth and I’ll know for sure how you feel about me.” 

-“ So you really like me ?” 

-“ I thought I made it obvious sweetheart but yes, I like you y/n.” Mark said, the pet name rolling off his tongue naturally

-“ Ok ok, just making sure.” 

-“ So you’re not going to tell me if you like me back or not ?” 

-“ I think you’ll have to wait until I’m a little drunk to get that answer, Mark.” you teased him

-“ Then can I go buy you a drink ?”

-“ If you insist, I’ll have a rum and coke please.” you said moving towards the bar to accompany him

-“ Go to the VIP area, I’ll bring the drink to you once you’re sitting down.” Mark smiled, motioning to the corner of the club you had seen him before he made his way to you

You nodded watching as his tall figure disappeared in the sea of people. You could still feel how warm your cheeks were from indulging in his game but you didn’t regret it. You felt good, the season was over and all you wanted to do was relax and enjoy yourself. 

You started to try and navigate the crowd to reach where you were supposed to wait for Mark but before you could make any real progress, a very drunk Jenson arrived right in front of you. 

-“ Y/n ! You really came ?” Jenson happily slurred, pulling you into a hug 

-“ Of course, I did. Congratulations on your win Jenson. It’s well deserved.” you said with your head resting on his shoulder

-“ Thank you, love. I’m really glad you’re here.” he muttered before stepping away from the hug

-“ It’s not like we see each other at every race, you know ?” you teased him

-“ It’s not the same. I can’t really be the way I want with you because of work…”

-“ And what way is that, Mister World Champion ?”

-“ I can’t ask you out properly at work, this is the first time I did.” 

-“ You were asking me out ?” 

-“ Of course I was. You’re gorgeous, funny, incredibly intelligent and you drive me up the wall. What’s there not to like ?”

-“ Jenson. You flirt with everyone, how am I supposed to believe you really like me ?” you deadpanned 

-“ I don’t flirt with anyone like I flirt with you, love. I don’t want to be with anyone like I want to be with you. I thought I had made it pretty obvious but I’ll do better”

-“ What do you mea–” you try to answer

Before you could finish your sentence, Jenson cupped your face with his hands and crashed his lips on yours. Taken aback at first, you stayed frozen not expecting the kiss. Once you fully realised what was happening, your lips moved on their own, returning it. 

Jenson’s lip tasted like champagne and what could only be described as pure victory. You could feel him smile when he felt your hand sneaking on the back of his neck. The kiss was tame at first until Jenson playfully bit your lower lip, giving him access to your mouth. From there the kiss turned heated and it was a clash of teeth and tongue. Jenson’s hands snuck around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

When you finally separated from each other to breathe, Jenson looked like he had won the greatest prize of all. You tried to keep staring at him but his hungry eyes made you blush and you looked elsewhere, bringing your fingertips to your mouth, still not sure the kiss had really happened. 

When you looked back at him, Jenson seemed like he wanted to say something but it was his turn to get stopped. This time it was by Alonso who wrapped an arm around his friend’s shoulder before shoving a glass in his hands, unaware of the moment he had just ruined. 

Jenson thanked his Spanish friend before turning his attention back on you but Mark was back next to you. You offered a small smile to the Brit as Mark led you to the VIP corner, his hand proudly resting on the small of your back. All Jenson could do was stare longingly at the pair of you as you slowly disappeared in the crowd, leaving him still troubled by the passionate moment you had just shared. 

Part of him wanted to follow the two of you so that you and Mark weren’t alone but he hoped that the kiss would have been enough to convince you to choose him. He had made his affection clear so now all he could do was wait for you to come to him. Plus, it was his party, it would be a shame not to enjoy himself so he downed the glass Alonso had given him before following the Spaniard on the packed dance floor.

The night kept going and after drinking what Mark bought you, you decided to go dancing a little with Hanna who had joined Seb for the last race of the season. The two of you danced until your feet hurt because of the heels you were both wearing so when the pain became unbearable, you went back to the VIP area to sit down for a bit.

Jenson was still nowhere to be seen so you sat between Mark and Seb while Hanna sat between her boyfriend and Kimi. At first the boys were too deep into their conversations to pay attention to you but soon enough Mark looked at you with a smile, nudging your shoulder with his playfully.

-“ You looked good out there.” 

-“ Did I ? I didn’t realise you were looking at me.” 

-“ I mean you always look good but this dress looks insane on you sweetheart. It’s hard not to stare when you’re looking this pretty. ” Mark winked

-“ You don’t look so bad yourself. Your shirt suits you. It’s nice to see you in something other than your racing suit although fireproofs look crazy good with your body.” you blurted, the alcohol letting you say whatever came to your mind

-“ You’re definitely drunk.” 

-“ What gave it away, Sherlock Holmes ?” 

-“ You never complimented me when you were sober.” 

-“ I did ! I told you you had made a nice move on Seb in Spa.”

-“ Sweetheart, I’m not talking about racing compliments.”

-“ Oh… Well you always look good in whatever you’re wearing so there’s a compliment.”

-“ Do you know what else I’d look good in ?”

-“ Tell me.”

-“ I’ve been told I look pretty good wearing nothing at all.” Mark teased, bringing his face closer to yours

-“ Mark ! There’s people around, don’t tease.” you whisper-shouted as you blushed, his face even closer now

-“ Can I kiss you ?”

As soon as you nodded, Mark’s hand raised your chin and he delicately pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was nothing like the one you had shared with Jenson. For starters, Mark’s lips didn’t really taste of anything other than just Mark. That wasn’t a bad thing, it was just different. Mark was also a lot less aggressive when he kissed. While you and Jenson had been battling each other for dominance in your kiss, Mark was more than happy to slowly and languidly kiss you, following whatever lead you took. 

His other hand was resting on your thigh, rubbing circles absentmindedly with his thumb while yours were tangled in his hair. This didn’t feel like making out. You were just kissing because you wanted to. With Jenson it had felt like you needed to kiss in order for your heart to beat, in order to stay alive. 

With Mark, kissing him felt like being in the eye of the hurricane. You knew everything around was chaos but the kiss gave you a little breathing room. It gave you a temporary shelter to whatever was unfolding around you. 

When you pulled away from the kiss to breathe, Mark’s thumb was stroking your cheek. He pecked your lips before sliding closer to you on the couch you were sitting on. Now that the moment was pretty much over, Seb slapped a hand on Mark’s thighs to congratulate him for finally making a move on you.

-“ He’s been pining for you for so long, it was starting to get a little sad.” Seb joked

-“ It wasn’t sad Seb, shut up. I just know what I want, that's all.” 

-“ Are you going to tell Jense about it or should I break the news to him ?” 

-“ I’ll do it, just not tonight. It’s his night, let’s not ruin it.”

-“ Oh my God ! Jenson !” you muttered, making all the heads snap back towards you

-“ What is it sweetheart ?” 

-“ It’s actually a funny story but hum Jenson, well I did too I suppose so, Jenson and I kissed a few hours ago.” you admitted, scared of how Mark was going to react

-“ Oh, Jenson gets a little touch deprived when he’s drunk. He’d kiss anyone he can..” Mark reassured you

-“ Earlier this year he even tried to kiss me.” Seb remembered with a laugh

-“ So don’t worry about it. Chances are, he won’t even remember it tomorrow. That’s usually what happens when he kisses someone at random without feelings.” Mark affirmed, trying to be convincing enough for you to forget about it

You were too focused on Mark to notice the look exchanged between the two other drivers. Seb looked uncomfortable at the statement and asked Hanna if she wanted to dance, using the excuse to leave. Kimi was glaring at Mark menacingly. It’s not like it was his business or that he cared but even he knew that Jenson’s feelings about you were genuine. So in his book, Mark’s comment wasn’t one of a good friend but a very manipulative one which he didn’t really like so he just stood up and left.

Now left alone again, you and Mark used the opportunity to talk some more, really getting to know one another out of a professional context. Mark was pretty funny and kissing him every once in a while made you feel pretty giddy so your smile never left your face that night. 

When you finally decided to go back to your hotel, Mark insisted on walking you back which you accepted. You had wanted to say goodnight to Jenson but when your eyes fell on the Brit, he was hugging someone with long hair rather closely so you let Mark drag you away toward the exit. 

If only you had stayed a second later, you’d have realised that the person hugging Jenson was none other than Fernando who was trying his best to hold his drunk friend up while Jenson’s body wanted nothing more than to touch the floor and lay there forever. 

Now convinced that Jenson wasn’t serious about you, you invited Mark back into your room without remorse. If Jenson could have fun, so could you. This night turned into regular meetings at your hotel every race until Mark properly took you on a date and asked you out. Since the two of you had fun together and liked each other, you agreed to date him but kept your relationship private.

After his night of partying, Jenson remembered the kiss very clearly and he knew you had been sober so he came to the conclusion you hadn't enjoyed the kiss as much as he had. Or maybe you simply didn’t like him back. With that in mind, Jenson slowed down on the flirting during your interviews, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. 

Little did he know that by doing that, he was just convincing you that he didn’t like you like that and had just acted because of the alcohol. This whole situation just pushed you further into Mark’s arms and when you were finally ready, you made your relationship public. 

Seeing you and Mark kiss for the first time was like a punch in the gut for Jenson. He had known there had been a chance of losing you to Mark but up until then, he was convinced neither of them managed to seduce you. Knowing that he no longer had a chance with you broke his heart but like the good friend he was, the Brit congratulated the both of you and only expressed how happy he was for you. 

He wanted you to be happy more than anything. It was just a shame you had found happiness in Mark’s arms instead of his but he’d live with that as long as the smile on your face stayed there.

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[tierneysodegaard]

Thin Walls - Sebastian Vettel x reader

Sebastian Vettel x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Was wondering if I could put in a request for a Red Bull era Seb fic / oneshot? Maybe something along the lines of working for Red Bull since Seb joined, and the beginning of the 2013 season, Mark Webber finds out that Seb has always had a massive thing for you. Mark then decides to start flirting with you to make Seb jealous. Seb gets back at Mark by enacting Multi-21, and after the race, gets the ultimate payback by getting you to come back to his thin-walled hotel room, which is the room right next to Mark’s. ;)

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Angst, smut 18+++, dom! Seb, swearing (wrap it before you tap it kids)

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Ever since Sebastian Vettel had joined Red Bull you had been working alongside him. Being Red Bull’s main photographer had a lot of benefits including being rather closer with both drivers. You conducted their photoshoots all year round and then followed them like a shadow around the tracks to get the best photos you could. Sure you got on with both boys well but there was always something about Sebastian that made him that little more special, maybe it was because the two of you started your Red Bull journey together or maybe it was because you two could never keep your eyes off one another. Whatever it was Mark Webber sure picked up on it and used it to his advantage. 

“You like her,” Mark turned to face Sebastian. The two were sat at a drivers meeting and Mark had caught the German's eyes linger on you just outside the room for a little too long. “Don’t you?”

“Who?” Seb snapped his head back to meet the gaze of his teammate. “y/n? No.”

“I didn’t even mention her name.” Leaning back in his chair he smirked back at Seb. “So you do like her?”

“We’re friends, we get along well, joined at the same time so I do like her -”

“No you don’t just like her like a friend, I’ve seen the way you undress her with your eyes. You’ve got a thing for her.”

“Maybe you should keep out of my business.” He spat.

“Your business? I think it’s our business Vettel, I’ll have her hanging off my arm before this season is over and you’ll just have to watch.” Mark’s smug grin grew. He knew that he was going to piss Seb off, maybe then he’ll actually instigate his feelings towards you rather than just stare at you all day. 

Sebastian ignored his words as he waited for the meeting to start. His eyes flickered over to you one last time before you disappeared with a few other Red Bull workers. He couldn't get what Mark said out of his mind he thought maybe after he slept he’d forget about what his teammate had said but he was far from wrong. 

Over the next few months, Mark stayed true to his words and did everything in his power to make Sebastian jealous. He would let his touch on your skin linger a little too long after a hug or if he needed to get past he’d no longer ask you he’d just place his hands on your hips and move your body. When everyone had a party after the win he’d make sure to have his hands all over you when you were dancing, even when you tried and pulled away he’d pull you back into his arms and whisper something in your ear to make you forget ever wanting to leave. 

Every action Mark went of his way to do pissed Seb off immensely. He wanted nothing more than to rip Mark away from you and show you who could make you feel better than any man ever has and today was no exception. 

“Seb!” You caught sight of the driver walking through the paddocks. He turned back to look at you, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw you. “Nervous for the race?” You asked, walking beside him as he placed his arm around you. 

“Never.” It was the Malaysian Grand Prix and Sebastian was starting from pole. “Plan to win this with a decent gap.”

“Very confident Vettel.” You smiled up at him. 

“Why shouldn’t I be?” He replied. 

“Because Mark is extremely confident that he’s going to win it today.” 

Seb rolled his eyes at the mention of Mark, something you’d noticed ever since Seb joined. For the first few weeks, everything seemed fine between them but occasionally you’d pick up on the odd petty argument or the glares the pair of them would give one another. You always put it down to classic teammate rivalry but maybe there was something more. 

“What was that for?” You eyed Seb for his reaction to his words. 

“What was what for?”

“That eye roll.” 

“He just always thinks he can win.”

“I’m no driver but isn’t that the mentality you’re supposed to have?”

“To an extent. He’s just too cocky with it.” 

“And you’re not?”

“I’m not as bad as him.” 

“Nope.” His eyes met yours as you spoke again. “You’re worse.”

Seb smiled at your teasing as the pair of you continued to walk towards the garages. “Least I’m better than him at something.”

“Well don’t tell him but I think you’re the better driver.”

Sebastian had a smug look on his face after you spoke. “Oh, why not? He always tells me you prefer him so I may as well set him straight.”

“You two better keep your petty arguments in place otherwise it’ll only escalate and I’d rather you not do something stupid on the track and get yourselves both killed.” 

“I’ll be fine, can’t promise anything for Mark.” He winked as you reached the Red Bull garage. 

“Good luck today Seb.” You sunk into his touch, hugging him. “Please be careful.” 

“I will be.” He gave you one last longing gaze before the two of you parted ways. You couldn’t deny that Seb was attractive. His eyes always seemed to make you melt and the light touches he placed on your skin always sent jolts of electricity through your skin.

You headed off to meet your team of photographers, everyone putting on their vests to display that you were a photographer and are allowed to stand by the track for photos. After discussing with your small team where everyone would be stationed for the race you were met with a familiar voice. 

“You weren’t going to run off without wishing me luck, were you?” Spinning around you met the cocky gaze of Mark Webber. He held his arms out, silently asking for a hug which you happily complied with. 

“I would never.” You hugged him and pulled away rather fast, something Vettel picked up on as he watched you two from afar. “Good luck today.”

“Thank you.” The man grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Think I’ve got this in the bag.”

“We’ll see.” 

Sebastian couldn’t help but suppress a laugh when he saw how fast you attempted to leave the conversation compared to him. However, that smile on his face didn’t last long when he watched Webber’s next move. The man snuck his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest before planting a kiss on your forehead. Mark stepped back and winked your way. 

“Meet me when it’s all over, we’ll celebrate my win together.” 

The man left you standing alone and rather confused by his words and actions. Sure you had flirted with him before but it was nothing more than that, you’d even flirted with Seb before, many of times in fact and he had never made a move like that before. Maybe Seb was right, maybe he was too cocky. 

Seb had watched everything and if he wasn’t pissed off before he certainly was now. With gritted teeth, he glared your way just as he put his helmet on. You caught sight of his reaction but it was too late to say anything to him now. Huffing you plodded off to your station with your camera, waiting for the race to start. 

Although Seb was on pole it was Mark who was leading the race. You never showed your bias whilst working for Red Bull but today you really wanted Seb to win, maybe then it would shut Mark up. You didn’t hate Mark but today it was clear why he spent those months flirting with you, it was just a childish game and a game he took too far. You didn’t like Mark like that so you certainly weren’t upset about that, it was more his endless teasing towards Seb that annoyed you. 

You always listened to the commentary whilst you were taking photos and right now Christian was calm, both drivers were in P1 and P2 so things were going well until Sebastian started gaining and got closer to his teammate. 

“Hold station behind Webber.” You could hear what was being said at the pit wall and you knew Sebastian wasn’t going to comply with those requests. 

“Don’t be stupid Seb.” You muttered as you worked, your heart in your throat as you watched the two Red Bulls. 

With thirteen laps to go Seb was close enough to attack Mark despite being told to lay off. 

“This is silly Seb, come on.” You heard the familiar sound of Christian Horner. 

“Yep, that’s good teamwork!” Mark spat into the radio, clearly pissed as Sebastian continued his attack. 

“Ok Mark he was told, he was told!” 

Time ran slowly as the two battled it out and eventually Sebastian got past. A sigh of relief left your lips knowing that the two weren’t stupid enough to cause a crash.

“Sebastian!” The Pit wall could be heard yelling at the German. 

“I was really scared, main straight all of a sudden he was moving and I had to leave the line. To repeat, I had to get over the line.” Mark complained which earnt him an eye roll from you. 

“Grow up Mark this is motor racing, not ballet…” Your words gained a few laughs from your colleagues. 

Ethan one of your colleagues spoke as you focused back on your work. “It’s clear you have a favourite.”

“Maybe after tonight, I will.” You muttered back. 

Sebastian went on to win the race much to your delight. “Good job Sebastian. Good job, it looked like you wanted it bad enough. Still… there will be some explaining to do.” Suddenly the pit wall was full of praise, only pissing you off even more as you got the green light to head back to the garages now the track was clear. 

“Look a bit stressed there Horner!” You called out to Christain as you discarded your vest and joined the rest of the team. 

“Those two are going to give me a heart attack.” He huffed. “Idiots.”

“You have to admit, Seb was faster.” 

“He needs to listen to team orders -”

“And the team needs to listen to him. If he’s faster, which he was, and he gains enough speed that he can overtake his teammate and create a gap, which he also did then he should be given that opportunity to do so.” 

“But he also needs to learn we work as a team.”

“And the team needs to learn how to spot their faster drivers.” You hit back, a taken-back yet impressed look on Christian's face appeared. 

“You ever thought of working on the pit wall?”

“I’m better at capturing the moments rather than ordering that they happen but,” You smirked. “Maybe if the team keeps making mistakes I might have to step in.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind y/l/n.” 

Your eyes were now focused on the TV screen before you. You watched as Mark snapped at Sebastian but he paid him no mind, for now anyway. On the podium, the two of them shared some sharp words as they stormed off to complete their interviews. You and the rest of the team were waiting for them both. Mark immediately walked over to you, his eyes filled with fury. 

“He’s such a twat -”

“He was faster.” You mumbled in reply to the man as he tried to steer you away from the team. 

“Faster than me? Only because he pushed me off the track!” 

“I got ahead didn’t I?” Sebastian joined in.

“Leave it out you two,” Christian interjected. “Go and do your interviews and we will speak about this later.” Mark knew better than to argue, unlike Seb. The man turned on his heel and headed off to find the press, you attempted to turn away too but Seb grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest. 

“Meet me outside my hotel room. It’s number thirty-eight.” His eyes searched yours for an answer. “Please y/n -”

“Hurry up with your interviews then.” You cut him off, looking up into his eyes before your hand landed on his chest. You looked down at your hand then back up at him. “They’re going to kill you for what happened -”

“I don’t care.” 

“You should Seb, you know what this sport is like.” 

“Think I’ll be fine.” His cocky grin came onto his face. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

“Don’t fuck up more than you already have.” You gave him a slight smile before turning on your heel and heading towards the hotel. 

Mark had watched everything happen. His eyes darted to Christian and the rest of the team before looking back at you. Everyone was fairly distracted giving him the chance to break away and follow after you. 

“So what you fancy Vettel now?” Mark yelled, catching your attention. 

“Fuck off and go back to your interviews, Mark.” You turned your head to look at him. “I couldn't care less for yours and Seb’s drama.”

Mark had always wanted to piss Seb off and using you was the perfect way to get what he wanted but not like this. Mark just wanted to piss him off to the point where maybe Seb would make a move and he would attempt to get you on his side and Mark would use his charm to win you back but evidently, it had backfired. 

To Mark, Sebastian had taken it too far by bringing it onto the track. Mark never liked to lose, especially to his teammate who rather embarrassed him out there and now you were turning on him. He felt humiliated and wanted nothing more than to have you in his bed to prove Sebastian who really was the number one driver at Red Bull.

“Drama? The bloke nearly killed me -”

“Killed you? He didn’t even make contact.” You eyed him. “Besides if you’re as talented as you say you are then surely you could have overtaken him again, right?” He didn’t say anything. “The faster driver one Mark, let it go.”

“Why him all of a sudden?”

“If it was the other way around I’d defend you, doesn’t take a genius to work that out.” You left him to watch you walk off towards the hotel, ignoring his shouts for you to come back. 

Seb was right in saying that he wouldn’t be long at the interviews. You’d sat in the hotel reception and watch him being interviewed. His tone had evidently changed when he met the press, probably because he knew Christian wouldn’t let this die easily and didn’t fancy being dragged through the dirt by the reporters. He dragged you to his hotel room when he caught sight of you in the reception and shut the door behind you. 

“That was dumb.” You spoke to him as you leaned against the wall whilst he sat at the end of his bed. 

“What was?”

“You out there. I agree with you Seb but that could have gone wrong.”

“But it didn’t.”

“But it could have gone wrong,” Seb smirked at the sudden sound of the door of the room beside him slamming shut, more specifically Mark’s room. An idea sprung in his mind as he stalked towards you. 

“Maybe you’re right but,” He planted both hands beside your head, looking down at you. “Sometimes you need to take a risk.” 

He ducked his head forward, capturing his lips in yours. One hand that was on the wall came down and planted itself on your hips, he added pressure on your skin lightly, a silent signal that you weren’t going anywhere. Your hands trailed up his race suit, tugging on the material slightly as you kissed him back. 

The kiss was rough and full of lust and those emotions only grew as he pushed his hips against yours. One of your hands ran up to his hair, tugging on the ends which pulled him deeper into the kiss. He smirked at your neediness as his hips started to grind against yours. Pulling away from the kiss you looked up at him as he breathlessly met your gaze with a smirk. 

“What’s that look for?” Your voice was faint. 

“You’re so needy…” He moved his head down to place light kisses on your neck, the sensation making you throw your head back against the wall. “All for me…” 

“Seb…” You gasped as he bit down on your skin, tugging as his hands lingered at the end of your shirt.

“Can I?” He met your gaze again as he tugged on your shirt, waiting for permission to go further. 

“Yes…” He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he pulled your shirt up and over your head, discarding your Red Bull uniform on his hotel floor. 

“Fuck…” He groaned at the sight of you before him. His hands went straight to your bra, tugging on the lacey material as he started to kiss and nip at your skin. One hand went to your back and unclasped your bra. 

“Did you do that with one hand?” You asked as the material fell to the ground. 

“Driving isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” His lips met yours again whilst his hands cupped your boobs. He let his fingers play with each nipple before letting his mouth fall and latch onto each one. Sebastian took his time savouring every inch of your skin, smiling to himself at how your body reacted to his touch. 

“So beautiful…” He sunk down to his knees before looking up at you, a silent plea for permission. You didn't answer him with words, only actions as you unbuttoned your jeans and allowed Seb to help you out of them before he threw them alongside your shirt. 

Running his hands up your thighs he savoured every inch of skin he could see. “Stunning…” He kissed up your thighs, slowly reaching your underwear. 

“Seb…”

“Hmm?”

“Stop teasing…” 

He let out a light chuckle before looking up at you. “Why?” He kissed you through the thin material of your underwear. “Can you not handle it?”

“More like you won’t be able to handle it…” 

“You’re the one complaining.”

“Oh shut up…” You threw your head back as he took your underwear in his teeth and started to drag them down your thighs before they fell to the floor, leaving you naked before him whilst he was still dressed in his race suit. 

Sebastian continued to place light kisses and nipped at your skin around where you needed him the most. You whined at his advances, trying your part your legs but his large hands kept them in place. “What’s wrong meine Liebe?” He asked innocently. 

“I need you…”

“Do you now?” He nipped at your skin again, earning him a gasp from you.

“Yes…”

“Where?”

“You know where…”

“Do I?”

“Stop being s dick!” You whined at his teasing. If he hadn’t been waiting to have you like this for what felt like decades then he would have continued his teasing but not even he could hold back from you. 

“What about here.” Before you could reply Seb spread your legs with just his hands before letting his tongue explore your pussy. The sudden sensation made you moan louder than you had indented to but that didn’t bother the German. He knew Mark was in his room next door and he also knew the walls were paper thin meaning Mark would be able to hear everything. 

“Fuck Seb…” You moaned as his mouth attached itself to your clit, sucking and letting his tongue run over the bud before one hand grabbed the back of your thigh and threw it over his shoulder. The same hand steadied you whilst the other started to tease your entrance. “Seb please…” 

“Please what?” He hummed against your clit. “Use your words…”

“Fuck me please!” You couldn’t take his teasing for much longer. Sebastian let his finger slide inside of you, working at a steady pace, pumping in and out of you whilst his mouth worked at your clit. You could feel your body tense up at his movements, the feeling of an orgasm slowly approaching you. 

“Seb…” 

“Yes?” He quickened his pace with every word he spoke. 

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” He taunted as he hummed against your clit, only adding more pleasure. “Then scream my name when you cum, I want the whole building to know who can make you feel this good.” 

“Yes, fuck!” You threw your head back once more, your hands going to his hair and encouraging his actions. 

“Who makes you feel this good?” He moaned around your clit, the vibrations making your high wash over you. 

“You do Sebastian, fuck… you… only you…”

Your hips bucked up into his mouth as came but Seb didn't stop, he let his fingers continue to fuck you and allowed his mouth to overstimulate you. Your legs began to shake as you came down but the feeling that Seb had used to make you cum was still going. 

“Seb, please… I can’t…” Your hands pulled his mouth away from your clit. 

“You can…” He set your leg down, slowly rising up as his fingers went to his mouth, tasting you one last time. “But this time I want to feel you cum around me.” He pulled you to the bed, lightly pushing you onto the soft mattress as he discarded his race suit. He was literally sculpted by the gods themselves. 

“You’re staring.” He grinned as he climbed onto the bed, moving your legs apart once again. 

“Rather hard not to when you keep all of that hidden under your suit.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll see more of it then.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, this time the kiss was sweeter and full of passion with hints of lust as he deepened it. As he continued to kiss you he lined himself up with your entrance. Seb slowly slid himself inside of you, his size filling you up as you broke the kiss, a moan falling from your lips as you gripped the sheets. 

Seb stayed stationary inside of you for a few seconds, placing a light kiss on your forehead, waiting for you to confirm that he was okay to move. You nodded against his lips, allowing to pull out entirely before sliding himself back in. He kept his movements slow for now, allowing you to get used to his size. 

He took your wrists into his hands, pinning them above your head as he towered over you. The new position allowed him to pick up his pace, quickening his thrusts and adding more pleasure to the pair of you. 

“You feel so good…” He groaned as he fucked you harder, pushing you deeper into the mattress with every thrust. Seb then moved your wrists into one hand before letting the other fall to the headboard of the bed, he pushed the wooden frame back so it hit the wall with every thrust. He knew Mark would hear it accompanied by your moans and work out who the real winner of the day was. 

“Fuck…” You tried to free yourself from his grasp, desperately wanting to touch him as he went deeper. You let your moans fill the hair as he kept up a fast pace, fucking you in a way you’d never been fucked before. 

“Such a good girl for me, moaning so loud for me…” He eventually let go of your wrists and used his now free hand to play with your clit, adding to your pleasure as he went faster, banging on the wall even louder. 

“God you feel so good.” You moaned, raking your nails down his back, guaranteed to leave marks that wouldn’t easily fade. 

“So do you…” Seb slammed into you harder this time, your hips meeting as he felt your body tense up underneath him. He knew you wouldn’t last long after earlier and neither would he, he’d been waiting too long for this. “Fuck…” 

He kept up the pace, the sensation of your nails digging into his skin wasn’t helping him hold back. He leant his head down to your ear, trailing kisses along your neck before speaking. “Are you going to cum for me? Hmm? You going to cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, Seb…”

“Yeah? Say my name when you cum, say it louder this time…”

“Fuck…” His cockiness just made you even wetter. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum…” 

“Asking for permission now?” He felt himself twitch inside of you as you tightened around him. “Learning already, good girl…” His rhythm slowed. “Cum love…” You didn’t need to be told twice. Your high washed over you, his name and profanities falling from your lips as you screamed with pleasure. 

“Seb… Sebastian, please… I’m gonna… fuck…” 

The sound of his name falling from your lips whilst you squirmed around him was enough to make him cum. He fucked you through his high, cumming inside of you. He didn’t pull out immediately, he waited until you both had come down before resting his forehead against yours. With a sweet kiss, he slowly pulled out and threw himself down beside you, catching his breath. 

Glancing over at you he held his arms open, allowing you to move and lay against his chest whilst his arms wrapped around you. He smoothed down your hair, praising you as he took in your flustered state. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

“I’m fine.” Your eyes met his, a smile tugging on your lips. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You know if this is what you’re like when you don’t follow the rules then I encourage you to break them more often.” Seb chuckled at your words, a small kiss found its way to the top of your head. 

“Just for you.”

“Better be.” You smiled with him. “You think anyone heard?”

“Mark did.” Seb’s eyes glanced at the wall behind you. 

“That’s his room?”

“It is…”

“You little shit, no wonder why you wanted me to say your name -”

“I would have wanted to hear it anyway, it sounds so pretty coming from your lips.”

“Fuck you, Vettel.” You grinned at what he’d planned. 

“You just did.”

Mark Webber retired that season. Maybe it was because he and Seb never got on as they used to after that race, or maybe it was because he had to endure you and his teammate fucking after his painful loss, who knows? 

One thing you did know was that wasn’t the last time Mark had to hear you and Sebastian fuck. 

#sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel x y/n #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel one shot #sebastian vettel fluff #f1 blurb #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #sebastian vettel

[rekiilysm]

。.・✭rekiilysm’s masterlist!✫・゜・

here’s all of my oneshots, headcanons, and series!

if you want to request something, please do! rules are on my navigation/pinned post on my page!

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Katsuki Bakugo:

Period— 0.7k. you have really bad cramps, so your amazing and loving boyfriend does anything he can to make you feel better.

My Mechanic— 5.6k. a silly mechanic falls for a certain security guard, so she decides to change her shift to be the same as his, not knowing that that shift would change their relationship forever.

Random Headcanons— 0.8k. katsuki here is a different kind of boyfriend for sure.

Izuku Midoriya:

Sick— 0.7k. a green haired boy takes care of his sick lover.

Rough Day— 0.5k. you procrastinate A LOT and you’re having a bad day, so mr. pro hero does everything he can to make it a little less rough.

Rody Soul:

Till We Meet Again— 2.7k. you go on a trip to a different country and meet a certain boy who you end up falling for.

Just A Lil Bit Shy— 6.1k. you and your classmates go on a trip to a different country, which leads you to meeting new people and maybe even romance. but there’s one problem: you’re shy as hell.

Denki Kaminari:

Cuddles— 0.9k. you and your boyfriend have both had a rough day, so you decide to relax by being snuggled up together in his room.

Random Headcanons— 0.5k. things that i feel like your short-circuited boyfriend would do in your relationship.

Shoto Todoroki:

Live A Little— 0.3k. your beloved boyfriend doesn’t really know how to have fun, so you teach (force) him how to have a little fun every now and then.

Hitoshi Shinso:

“I’m Here”— 0.9k. you get panicky because you are lost in the woods late at night, but your knight in shinning armor saves the day.

CELEBRITIES

Jake Webber:

Gingerbread Houses— 1.9k. jake wants to make a video with you for the christmas time, and you guys decide to do a gingerbread house competition to see who could make the best-looking gingerbread house.

Harry Styles:

As It Was— 4.3k. it’s hasn’t been the same with you and harry lately; he became distant, leaving you wondering what you did wrong to get to this point. it wasn’t the same as it was.

DC / MARVEL

Jason Todd:

Adore You— 0.9k. you and jason have been together for a few months, and all the bird boy can think about is how perfect and amazing you are.

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington:

Ethereal— (series). Steve Harrington meets a girl, a certain girl who happens to be the biggest freak in Hawkins High. This girl thought the king of the school never knew who she was, but she may or may not have been wrong.

MOVIES

Mark Watney:

Together? Together.— (series). The only two botanists on Ares III get left behind on a desolate planet. They have to work together to reach their goal: getting home…

#steve harrington x reader #lando norris x reader #colby brock x reader #jake webber x reader #mark watney x reader #jason todd x reader #x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoria x reader #denki kaminari x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #harry styles x reader

[maxillness]

Hi I don't know if you're taking requests but I have this idea in my head for a while and I was wondering if you could do a Mark Webber x reader imagine/mini series where the reader is Oscar Piastri's older sister by a few year and is a driver for McLaren already in formula 1 after winning the f3 and f2 championships in her first year of being there and Sebastian Vettel is her mentor and manager and while Oscar is in Alpine he gets a contract with McLaren and as a result replacing his sister and also gets approached Sebastian where he asks Oscar if he wants him to be his manager (replacing Mark Webber). Then after a race (where she obviously gets P1) towards the end of the press conference with Lewis, Fernando, Max and Daniel she gets asked about McLaren signing Oscar with Sebastian Vettel as his manager and she's like "what do you mean" so Lewis shows her the tweets on his phone so she tells the interviewer something like "I didn't know about this change but if this is what they believe is best for the team then there's nothing I can do but continue the rest of the season and proving to other teams I deserve a seat next year" and everyone is confused and can tell this is hurting her despite putting on a brave face because she is clearly the better driver (like Senna or Schumacher), shortly after the conference ended she is approached by Mark Webber where they comfort each other and he becomes her manager then the season ends and it's revealed that she has a seat with Red Bull next year and part way through that season she the Australian GP (I know its not the last race but for the sake of the story it is) and overtakes Max in the championship and after they go out with the team Mark takes her home and she's like "it feels like you are one of the only constant things in my life that haven't left me for my brother." where they both confess their feelings with smut (if you're comfortable writing that) and the season ends with her winning the championship where there relationship comes out and everyone is very supportive and staying reader with Red Bull. But yeah overall really angsty between reader Oscar and Sebastian, sorry that is a lot and it's okay if you can't do it.

GURL 🫶😭 I LOVE YOU! THIS IS THE BEST REQUEST I’VE EVER SEEN. THANK YOU SO MUCH

I don’t know if I’ll turn it into a series or do a oneshot, and I don’t know when I’ll get around to it as I’m already writing two WIP’s and I’ve planned out fica up to August, but I’ll do my best. Again, thank you sm 🫶😭

#formula one #mark webber

[nyan-koii]

I’m thinking of writing a seb/jenson fic where seb is like really really embarrassed during sex, like he can barely handle it because repression due to yada yada, Jenson then tries to help him by dirty talk, praise, encourage seb to make the first move etc

Idk if it should be a 5+1 thing (5 times Jenson made the first move 1 time seb did) or if I should just make Jenson really humiliating and poking fun at him which results in Sebastian wanting to crawl into himself ?

Idk if it should be like a 10k+ fic with plot and angst and all or just pure smut TwT

(Also, same person as sebmarkson anon lol!)

HIII SMS ANONNN i hope you're doing well 🥰 miss seeing you in my inbox but youre here and that matters !!

A sebson 5 + 1 FIC WITH VIRGIN SEB WHO IS SHY AND REPRESSED ABOUT HIMSELF AND FLIRTY JENSON WHO IS TRYING TO PUSH HIM OUT OF HIS SHELL???? 😳😳😳😳😳 i think you might just come here to drop the most insane fic idea ever in the sebson tag anon !!

Hmmm if i were to give my opinion, 5 + 1 fic is much better tbh!! It gives you the in depth of what theyre, what jenson is, doing to make sure seb is comfortable and plus much much more scenarios ! Sure a oneshot could work but writing it will be hard to connect the plot instead of doing drabbles and somehow links to one another ! But its just my humble opinion anon

Seb crying 🥺?? Seb crying because hes shy and he thinks that jenson will find him weird because of the kinks he has but jenson is all hard when seb tells him that?? Oughhh dear god i can see how the angst is working out on here. Jenson who genuinely loves seb and wants the best for him but seb who is hiding the real him away from the man he love in order to not make him feel disgusted when he sees the real seb. Gnawing ony my fist right now, im gonna think about this.

It can be a porn with plot fic ngl but i do love 5 + 1 fic more because its simple but also have many scenarios put together

I wonder how will seb react to jenson telling him that what he has is perfectly normal? Gosh seb would call him daddy in the smallest tiniest voice ever and jenson couldnt help but to coo and tell him to do it more. Seb trembling in excitement but also fear when hes getting blindfolded. Jenson humiliating seb when the boy makes the first move. My brain is exploding anon ggawhm... i need this rn.... im gonna think of it for the next few days

Sobby seb 🥺🥺 yea i get where youre coming from. Sobby seb is one of the cutest seb genre and needs to be paid more attention!!

And OMG ANON SHSHHSHSHSH HELP MEEE 🤣🤣dont worry, ur not alone i do it too. i wish i was mark webber too.... at the very least i wish i was the fly on the wall whenever sebmark is in the same room :(

#anon tells #sms anon tells #GAWHH I MISS YOUUU #i hope youre doing welll^^ #ive been busy these days #but im finally free a bit and have one more week left before my next sem starts ! #im looking forward to be active here more 🙏 so sorry guys #but this sebson idea has potential to be great #it kinda reminds me of 09 sebson ngl #boyish seb with a handsome man jenson #do you guys see the vision? #pls update us with ur progress as always anon ! #looking forward for your next asks !!

[f1haaland]

Hey! Hope you’re doing well! Just wanted to check and see if you have any upcoming F1 content? 

hi lovely!!! it's taking me a while to get into writing again because not only do I have a little creative block, but I also just started college.

I started to write a smut oneshot about Mark Webber and that's probably my next work to be published. I'm also planning to post a LH smau.

anyways, thank you for checking in! so kind of you 🫶🏽

#f1haaland asks ☕️🧸 #mark webber x reader #lewis hamilton x reader

[norrisleclercf1]

Would love to see something where you come home from work to find Mark conked out on the couch with your baby asleep on his chest

A/N: Mark with a little tiny thing on his chest and just hdlfkabdfjlkbqad.fsa

You started going bac to work this week and to say you missed your little baby boy was an understatement. Separation anxiety was at an all time high and you hated it, but also understood it at the same time.

Mark wasn't going to join Oscar for a little bit, the young Aussie so understanding as you got used to the new addition in your home, but also to figure out who would stay with little Jack when you both worked. You talked it through and wanted to see what it was like working, if you didn't like it, Mark was more than happy being the only one working and even having you two join him.

You got worried, as Mark had stopped answering your messages about 2 hours ago and your anxiety couldn't take it anymore. Your boss smiled and happily sent you home, as she understood. "Tell Mark and little guy I say hi, and if you need, take some more time off." You smiled and rushed home as quickly and safely as you could.

Jack was only 4 months old and Mark not answering was scaring you, he always answered you, no matter what. Getting to the ranch you quickly park the car and rush in, passing the dogs and skid to a halt, taking in the scene before you.

Mark was knocked out on the couch with little Jack curled up and puffy cheeks, back rising and falling with sleep. Melting you quickly take out your phone and snap a picture sending it to the groupchat, one that Mark wasn't a part of.

Jenson: DILF, can he get me pregnant too?

Lewis: So cute, Jenson don't ruin a good moment

Sebastian: Satan and spawn of satan look cute

Fernando: AHHHHH look how adorable my husband and godson are, oh my god they're so AHHHH jealous!

You: Fernando......

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[norrisleclercf1]

saw you wanted older driver requests and i was wondering if you could do poly fernando and mark and them coming back him to reader after some time away? just very fluffy please

A/N: I made reader pregnant cause why not also it's cute

You wanted to cry, it was stupid, but you had dropped the TV remote and couldn't bend down to pick it up. Stupid pregnancy hormones got the better of you, this time. Sniffling you look at the time and smile through your tears.

Your boys would be home soon, and then one of them could grab you the remotes. The alarm system dings, and you smile, sitting up as you hear the garage door open and soon the echoes of car doors slamming. "Baby!" Fernando drops his bags and runs over and sees you on the couch trying to get up.

"Hi," You blush feeling like a whale, but the boys never made you feel that way, instead they feel more in love with you when you announced your pregnancy.

"Be careful, baby. You could hurt yourself." Fernando helps you stand up as he stares at you. "I know, I'm bigger," You grumble feeling insecure but stop feeling large hands come up behind you and wrap around your stomach.

"You're not bigger darling, just our joey." Mark kisses your neck and very gently lifts your stomach. You can't help but tear up at this act, it reliving you of so much that Fernando coos. "Ohhh, sweetie, it's been hard without hasn't it?" Fernando asks, and you nod your head blubbering.

"I dropped the remote 3 days ago, and couldn't even bend down to grab it." You sob and Mark has to hide his face in your neck to stop himself from laughing. "I just wanted to watch you race, and you commentate and...and I COULDN'T!" You sob, Fernando covering his mouth and Mark sighs placing kisses on your neck.

"Sugar, it's okay. It's okay." Fernando whispers, trying hard to keep it together. "Nando, it's not funny." Mark chides and slowly drops your bump. Turning you around he wipes your eyes. "Sweetie, I swear it's going to be over soon. You've just one more month, and little joey will be out soon." You groan and pull back.

"Mark, if you compare me to a kangaroo one more time, I'll rip your balls off." Fernando chokes on his laughter and picks up the remote, finally turning on the TV for you. "Let's lie down." Mark whispers and helps you to the couch and lies down, with him curled around you and Fernando moving and placing both your heads on his lap. Playing with your hair.

"Want to watch the race?" Fernando asks, rubbing your scalp deep as Mark's hands rub over your body soothing you, to just soft sniffles. "Yes," Fernando smiles, going to F1 TV and the sound of the theme song of Formula 1. Mark chuckles when he feels a little thump against his hand.

"Guess, the little bugger wants to race too." You roll your eyes, digging deeper into Mark's hold . "He'll race when Fernando retires."

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[norrisleclercf1]

Can i please request mark webber dating seb's sister and everyone on the early 2010s grid knowing but seb. Thanks!

A/N: EHHHHH love this because it's so cute and Seb was cunty in the 10's also I love the 2010's grid iconic

"Are they really fooling anyone?" Jenson grumbles lacing up his shoes. "Pfft, no they're not. Just Sebastian it seems." Lewis nods towards the Red Bull driver who was walking towards you and Mark.

You giggle, leaning closer into Mark who was looking down at you with this smitten look on his face as you pull back when Sebastian pops up next to you.

Sebastian laughs, as you move into Mark's side rubbing your arms. Michael and Nico walk up next to the two McLaren drivers. "He really doesn't know?" Nico asks, open for anyone to answer him. "Nope, blind as a fucking bat." Lewis snorts, adjusting his race suit.

Michael watches as Mark leans down, asking you something. You smile and nod in agreement and the drivers watch as Mark messily takes off his jacket and helps it onto you.

"Really? How does he not know, Michael?" Jenson gags, at the lovey dovey faces Mark and you give each other while Sebastian remains oblivious. Michael just shrugs his shoulders, and claps Nico on the back as he walks over.

You smile leaves you face as you step away from Mark suddenly shy as Michael grins. "What are we talking about?" Michael makes it his purpose to stand between you and Mark.

Something the Aussie isn't happy about as he frowns but has to quickly get rid of it. "Nothing much, just about the race." Sebastian fixes his beanie, giving that bright smile. "Oh really, what about you two?" Michael looks between Mark and you with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Nothing." You two snap, Seb looking between you two but just shrugs it off. "Hey, where were you last night? You didn't come back to our room." Sebastian pounders, giving you this doe eyed look. You fidget, but Mark smirks proudly yet quickly looks away when Michael whips his head towards him.

"Oh, was exploring the city." You smile, leaning into Michael who wraps his arm around you. "Come on, let's go get lunch." You giggle tugging Michael and Sebastian away, winking at Mark who blushes as you walk away wrapped in his jacket.

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[norrisleclercf1]

Could you maybe write something where Mark and wife! reader are just soft and maybe a bit horny during break or after a race weekend?

A/N: Mark having missed you and maybe some fun by the pool on the private ranch.

Warning: Oral (m receiving)

God Mark has missed you. The break was finally here and he wasn't in charge of a 20 year old anymore. He was just in charge of making sure you, his gorgeous wife didn't kill him.

You've been teasing him all day, and he knew what you were doing and didn't try to stop it one bit. Why would he wanted nothing more than to take you apart piece by piece while you're under him.

Except, you wanted to swim and not be screaming his name in the open air bedroom. The ranch was technically in the middle of nowhere and besides, the others wouldn't be visiting for another 3 days. 3 days where he could do anything to you, instead you lay out in the pool soaking in the warm air.

Walking out he carries his book and lays out on the recliner. "What are you reading?" Your voice is soft, pulling him up from the pages that got his mind off you. It's ruined when he doesn't meet your eyes but your chest as you stood in front of him.

"It's a murder mystery." He mumbles dropping his gaze. It was utterly ridiculous, you're his wife he's allowed to stare at you. But, still. He would respect you. "Boring." You snatch the book, as he reaches for it. He smiles when he sees you mark his page, making sure he doesn't lose his place.

"I've missed you," Placing the book down you lay between his spread legs, chin resting gently on his hip. "And I you," He smiles. Mark's hand was much larger than you, so when he cups your face you lean into the touch. "I mean, really missed you." Pulling his hand you kiss his ring watching his pupils blow wide, there it is. The reaction you've been wanting.

"Y/n," He groans, your free hand rubbing the outline of his cock through his swim trunks. "Hmm?" Fluttering your lashes you move to the waistband. Lips from his hand to his hips as he shuffles, getting himself comfortable. "Show me how much you've missed me." Shuddering at his deep voice you nod, pulling his swim trunks down with his help.

Mark has always been the perfect size. With the right amount of girth and length. You always liked to tease him that he has the picture perfect cock. And when you two were younger it'd make him blush now? He'd burn with the praise.

"Still so perfect," You coo wrapping your fingers around his base and slowly pumping him. "So are you," He whispers, arching into your hold. Smiling you let your tongue trace him from base to tip before you suck him in. With hollow cheeks you move forward and bob your head up and down. Mark's fingers scratch your scalp sending a shiver down your spine.

"Fuck, I've missed this mouth." Pulling up you kiss and lick his entire length before sucking him back down and make your movements faster. "That's it, fuck right there." Mark throws his head back as the heat from the sun beats down on the both of you.

Mark groans, arching up as he gasps out with soft groans. You have no problem swallowing him and slow your movements helping him through his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck baby I'm sensitive." Mark pulls you off, and the two of you stare at one another before giggling.

"I think I should return the favor? No?" You shriek on a laugh when he flips you around. His large fingers hooking onto the strings of your bikini bottoms. "Time for me to eat love, and I'm starving." His smirks which has you laughing, but soon those laughs turn to moans his mouth and tongue work his magic.

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[norrisleclercf1]

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Maybe Mark and him holding his first child and cuddling his wife?

A/N: Give me Mark Webber with a child and you'll see my ovaries burst into a trillion pieces

Mark couldn't put him down, doesn't matter if you needed to feed him. Mark was refusing to put his son down. Henry Oscar Webber was born last week and you 3 were home on the ranch.

Of course, his godfather Oscar wanted to visit, but Mark put his foot down. No visitors for the first 4 weeks. Mark smiles down at his little boy, making a face as he walks back to your room.

You two wanted him to sleep in his own room, that way he would be comfortable and not have separation anxiety as he got older. Mark stops, seeing that it was 2 am. Fuck, the little bugger was adorable, but man Mark loved his sleep.

Tiptoeing into the room, he curses when he sees you wide awake. "Did he cry?" Yawning through the words, Mark smiles and slides into your side. "Not really, just whimpering." You huff, as Mark refused to let his baby boy cry.

"Oscar called again." Mark smiles, tracing Henry's little lips. "Let that boy, see his godson Mark. It's Oscar, all he'll do is stare at the baby and cry a little." You giggle, moving closer into his body warmth.

"I'll tell him, can come over tomorrow." You nod, letting your eyes get droopy as Mark moves one arm around your shoulders. "Thank you," He whispers, the words jolting you awake.

"For what?" Confused as to why he was saying thank you. "For giving me this life, for Henry. For you. When we meet at Red Bull, you Seb's assistant, I never felt good enough for you, still don't sometimes."

"Mark, you were good enough for me all the time. Always have been, always will be." Mark smiles, dipping down and kissing you softly. "Now, let's get some sleep." Mark nods and cuddles closer, Henry dead asleep in Mark arms.

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[norrisleclercf1]

I just need to know how Oscar reacts to finding out about Roo and mark

A/N: Okay this is an AU if Roo is Oscar's baby sister and yes reader is legal

All you hear is the slamming of your bedroom door and a noise of a wounded animal. Sitting up quickly your eyes grow wide seeing your older brother Oscar at the foot of your bed.

"Oh god!" "You're naked!" You both scream and you quickly cover yourself, somehow the man beside you sleeps like the dead. "Oscar! You can't just walk into my room!" You screech as Oscar stares at the body beside you.

"Is that my manager? Bwo...IS THAT MARK?!" "Out Oscar!' You scream louder as Mark groans, rolling over and wrapping an arm around your waist. Oscar storms out and slams the door as you whine into your hands.

"Mhorning." Mark groans, smiling into your hip as you whip your head to the side glaring at him. "What?" "Oscar knows." Mark sits straight up, with a chuckle dancing on his tongue. "And how does he know?" "Well, he just walked in." Mark loses his smile as it's replaced with a frown.

"I'm sorry, what?" Mark fixes his hair as he pulls you close to him, but you were in no mood to be close. Shoving his chest you stand up, covering yourself up with Mark's shirt. "Mark, my older brother just saw me naked, with you, his manager who is older than me. So, I need to go settle him down before he kills us." Pulling on underwear and shorts you try to make yourself presentable but fail.

"Fuck it," Throwing the door open you slam it shut as you track down Oscar.

He's easy to find, as he stood in the kitchen staring at a piece of toast. "Ossie?" Using your old childhood nickname for him. "Nope, no this isn't happening. You're a baby. You don't have sex, especially with my manager who by the way is far older than the both of us. This doesn't happen." Oscar rambles pulling at his hair as you try to figure him out.

"Ossie," Oscar turns eyes turning into knives. "You can't. You break up with him right now. Or whatever this is, end it." You stare at him, but he looks away and stares at Mark.

"End this with her, now. She's my sister and you're my manager. Also, you're no longer coming to my races." Oscar," You whine having always been at his side, his biggest supporter. "No, please leave Mark." Mark and you share a look as Mark walks over.

"I love you, Roo." He whispers kissing the top of your head as he leaves and you turn, tears in your eyes. "I hate you,"

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[norrisleclercf1]

Could you please do a mark webber x reader fic thats just really fluffy, idk maybe in his redbull days

A/N: How about a sweet fluffy Dad!Mark during his redbull days with a newborn

"Are you sure that he'll be okay?" Mark worries shoving his fireproofs down his race suit. Mark was nothing but worried about his new little boy. "Mark, he's going to be okay." You giggle holding your little boys head.

He was fast asleep with large headphones on his head and sitting in his baby carrier currently secured against your chest. "Still, it'll be loud." Mark grumbles as Sebastian walks past gently patting the baby boy on his head.

Mark chuckles seeing Seb be soft for a second and then back to his cold self. "Just, please stay here and if everything get's to much then go back to my driver's room." Mark wanted nothing more than for you to agree but he knew you wouldn't.

You wanted nothing more than to watch Mark and see him drive. You couldn't for almost 5 months and you've missed seeing him drive. "Baby, please just be careful." Mark whispers and leans down kissing you gently.

"Now, come here little man." Mark moves picking up Dorian and cuddling him close, looking so small in his father's large hands. "And here is what Daddy will be driving." Kissing the top of Dorian's head he watches his eyes take everything in.

You giggle watching them as Mark moves around the garage and even Christian holds baby Webber when Mark has to talk to Newey. Mark didn't want to admit it but having you and Dorian here was amazing and he had missed you.

Mark was rather overprotective of you when you were pregnant but now he was carrying Dorian everywhere and only let either Seb or Christian hold the baby. "Come here," Mark coos and picks up the kicking baby who gurgles and drools but Mark doesn't even care.

"Now, you are to stay with Mama and watch me win." Mark chuckles and places Dorian back in his carrier as you strap him in. "Love you," Mark kisses you and nods. "I always win,"

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