beiasluv - Tumblr blog

[beiasluv]

hello???? I LIVE FOR YOUR WORKS

I may have caught another f1 dilf called Nico Rosberg… 🤭

[beiasluv]

I may have caught another f1 dilf called Nico Rosberg… 🤭

[beiasluv]

Sir????

[beiasluv]

do you have dilf recs? i need them so baddd

Don’t have one of my own but if you’d like to check out @starkwlkr’s dilfs fic recs !!

Take care 🫶

[beiasluv]

what kind of lover they are | f1 dilfs

— jenson button

Jenson is more of like a cheeky playboy playdilf, you should say. He couldn't give up that life easily, women loves him. His reputation precedes him, but that doesn't mean he's not devoted to you. When you walk into a room, he'll make sure to get you feel special — especially by showing you off.

— sebastian vettel

Sebastian screams husband material, no doubt. How does the ring of promise sits on his finger so perfectly, you don't know. It's just one of the rules of the universe. And he's proud to show it off, staring at his wife lovingly whenever you're doing anything, nothing, everything. Was he rambling again?

— mark webber

This gentleman screams old money, dad's friend kinda love and you're not even sorry. He loves to steal a little kiss here and there, and you love to pick a sweet little dress. It's pink, it's short, it's everything a man could ask for, no? Loves to take you on a spin on his Porsche, matching your dresses to the car each time.

— fernando alonso

He's young and beautiful, and lana would agree. This Spaniard is giving very much the cheeky and young teenage lover. You'll catch him in a gym, on his own, working on those biceps. And he wouldn't be sorry to invite a sweet looking damsel to his company.

[beiasluv]

Hey, it's the same "Y/n started working for the team and sits at the usual table a dilf( any of you choice) sits for lunch??" anon (loved it btw 💕)

I'm really bored today, and I keep coming with some silly ideas. Maybe you will like or get inspired by any of them 🩷:

1) dilf keeps messing with y/n's name/nickname no matter how many times y/n spells it/gets annoyed.

2) y/n runs a flower shop, and the dilf is at the shop when he sees his ex and hides behind the desk.

3) y/n gets invited by a friend to the gp and is like "you're hot" without realizing who the dilf is.

Anonnn I love you 🫶🫶 your mind is *chef kiss*

“Hi, can I help you?” you smiled, wiping the dirt away from the counter. It’s organic.

“Hi…eh…what is the longest one to make?”

“Sorry?”

“I will take whatever is the hardest to make,” he cleared his throat, taking out his wallet – black Amex card.

“I– sure– your name?” wiping your hands on your apron and finding the pen…must be somewhere.

“Fernando.”

“Right. It should be ready in–”

Without a warning he took a bolt behind your desk, taking its shield like a traumatized soldier.

“Sir–”

“Shushh–”

Just when the door bell rang after. “Hi sweetie, have you seen a man…he’s kinda Spanish…sharp jawline…” she took off her Dior glasses, swishing it around like the eleventh finger.

You bended down the counter, one arm propped up as if you were trying to look for something…ah, yes, the pen. Fernando making desperate signs with his hands, saying a hard ‘no.’

“Um…no, I’ll try to keep an eye for him,” you straightened yourself up and forced out a polite smile. And a soft kick to Fernando on the floor.

‘Ompf’

“What was that sweetie?”

“Nothing.” You lied. “Just some boxes, you know…I’ll tell the others to lookout for him.”

“Great, here’s my number,” she slid her business card — scraping it against the remainders of dirt. “I’ll see you honey.”

“If I were you I’ll check the lingerie store down the block.”

“Gracie sweetheart,” she smiled before whisking her long blonde extensions out the shop.

“She’s gone?”

"Care to explain then?" you scoffed, helping him up from the ground — his navy suit covered in small bits of dirt.

"Yeah, Lot of explanation huh?" he smirked, caressing his bearded chin. "When is your shift over?"

Well, your wristwatch screamed that it was half an hour until closing... "15 minutes, you'd still like the bouquet? I can get it done for you today—"

"How about we go to the bar?"

"The one opposite to the lingerie store."

"Let's go to the other one, eh?"

[beiasluv]

did a little digging...

working on your requests pookies

[beiasluv]

You know why dilfs are so hot is because they are so in touch with their feminine side: and Jenson Button would happily craw on his knees to kiss your thighs.

send me your f1 dilfs thoughts(thots)😘

[beiasluv]

i think a lot about being the manager of dilf alonso and how he's constantly making you take care of his child as an extension of taking care of him but really he just wants to see you and his child together🧑‍🦯

Girlieee I’m OBSESSED with your co-parenting series 🤭🤭🫶🫶 muawhh

“Portate bien con ella ¿vale?” Behave well with her, okay? Fernando ruffled the mini Spaniard, ordering him to behave while his father is going to do a session of sim.

“Sí Papá.”

“Don’t forget to ask her okay?” Then he kissed his son on the forehead and jogged away. “Te amo.” I love you

He really doesn’t mind leaving his only son with the most trustworthy person in his life. Especially when you treat him so well.

And don’t get him wrong, the job was hectic itself but you never complained about having little Alonso tagging along. Basically he’s glued to your sides. Two wide eyes blinking at whoever decided to intrude your personal space beside him.

Just give him a little time to warm up and you’ll find yourself a little menace like his father.

But, of course, he’s an angel for you.

“Yn?” Little Alonso tugged at your shirt.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay? Papá said you could stay over for the weekend,” he said as he deliberately licked the ice cream you brought him a few minutes ago.

“Honey.” You sighed softly. “I have an important thing– but– I’ll promise to be back.”

“Really? But…Papá– he would be really sad–”

“Papá is a strong man, really,” you brushed his curls back. “He’ll survive.”

“Plwease? Yn? I like your bedtime stories. Pleaseee?”

“…Fine.”

Can you say no to those puppies eyes you swore you’ve seen somewhere. Right. His father.

Just when you hugged the happy, little boy, you missed his little thumbs up to the older Alonso.

Sneaky Spaniards.

[beiasluv]

jenson loving how your tits jiggle everytime you bounce on him 😇 you're fresh off of college and he's a divorced world champion.

ps: you don't have to answer if you're uncomfy, thank youu!

I don’t write smut but…this got me like 😍🎀🤩✨🥴

And don’t tell me he that he isn’t obsessed with the bulge in your stomach. 🤩🤩

[beiasluv]

AAHHHHH walking dilf jense like a dog because he will be at your beck and call, and would do whatever you ask

a/n: cuz i LITERALLY love manhandling an old man 😊🎀

“Jense, can you get me a drink?” Absolutely.

He is buying the best water, vodka, mojito, or whatever you want in a heartbeat. And don’t even bother drinking the cheap ones, he’s taking the best only.

“Jense, can you take off my heels?” Of course.

He’s immediately kneeling on the floor right in front of you. Like he doesn’t do it every night. You just sit there pretty and he’ll work his way through the hooks to set your delicate feet free. And, yes, he wouldn’t mind letting you have his shoes if your heels start to hurt — but he would rather have you hurled up in his arms.

It’s just faster and, hey, he would get to hold you close.

“Jense, can you…” Anything for you darling.

You just ask your pretty little request and he’ll do it. Because who wouldn’t do it for you? And your delicate hands shouldn’t be in such labor intensive work. By that he meant carrying anything except your itty-bitty little handbag, walking on grass in heels, and don’t even think about opening the car door by yourself.

“Jense, faster–”

You bet the fuck he would.

[beiasluv]

Y/n started working for the team and sits at the usual table dilf( of you choice) sits for lunch??

a/n: how about we go Jenson 👹

“Seat’s taken, darling.”

He cleared his throat as you spotted the Brit with an annoying grin. Not that it made your stomach do that thing.

“Sorry– I didn’t know–”

He got your hand, his fingers wrapping around them from his pointer to the pinky. “Hey, hey, slow down love.”

The eyes searched your newly owned paddock pass. “Ah…Yn, I didn’t make it clear.”

“How about you sit on my lap? Since the table’s filled,” he joked – perhaps too seriously, seeing your shocked face he broke out into an even surprisingly bigger grin.

“Darling! I’m just kidding– oh, you should see the look on your face. Though you’re more than welcomed to. Come on.”

You sat down again…in a dumbfounded manner. Not that you have imagined to be talking to the 2009 champion, the one you saw on the telly back at home.

“Jenson. Jenson Button,” he offered his hand.

[beiasluv]

dilf webber catching feelings for his kids' babysitter because they are attached to you so now you're constantly sleeping over their house and webber is also seeing the vision of this pseudo family he created 🫣

a/n: no cuz you’re on to SOMETHING 😳

“Hey, darling. It’s late, don’t bother.”

It’s the same phrase over and over again…every night.

He stopped you before you could swift out the front door, grabbing your bicep softly. Strong fingers.

Nooks and crannies of his fancy Australian house were filled with your personal belongings. A hair brush there, a toothbrush here, or your panties stuffed in the smaller corner of Jack’s drawer.

And, personally, he really didn’t mind. At all.

He could go all day, letting you roamed his house, eat whatever you want in the fridge, or play the most inappropriate movie on the television. And don’t get me started on Mark insisting you keep his credit card for any emergency purchase. That includes all of your Victoria’s secret purchase, hey, he insisted.

Plus, Jack and Carl love you. (And maybe their dad.)

“Really? I mean– my roommates–”

“I’ll cover your hours,” he smiled, crossing his tanned arms while resting on the frame of the door. “Please? The boys never have slept easier.”

Just when a little pitter patter sounded through the hallway.

“Yn!! Come on!!” Little Webber got your right arm, tugging on it like his life depended on it.

“Okay, fine, fine, let’s get you to bed.” Just that, you gave in and dropped your bag to the marbled floor, holding the little boy’s hand as he dragged you up the stairs.

Staring back you see Mark claiming your bag on his shoulder, smiling before waving you to focus on the stairs – not wanting you to hurt your delicate self.

—

“Hey, Mark,” you whispered softly. The clock blinking a bright red, saying it’s 1:20 am.

Mark was knocked out on the bed, his bare chest peaking over the ruffled blanket. Thinking he must be dreaming to hear you in his bedroom, in your soft, warm voice.

“Mark–” you whispered again, leaning over the bed to tap his bicep softly.

“Huh? Yes? Yn? What happened?” The man woke from his slumber. And God forbid him from leaving the bed to show his bulging pants.

“The heater broke down,” you informed. Suddenly he realized there were two more little lumps snuggled into his sides. “Thought they could get a sleep with you for tonight–” wiggling until they’ve found their perfect spot for warmth.

Just when he spotted you turning to leave, kneeling up from the side of the bed.

“And where you’re going?”

“I’m going to take the guest room–”

“Don’t. Er…I mean, it’s dirty down there, haven’t got the maid to clean it since…she left,” he cleared his throat, explaining it in a just right volume. “Here.”

And he shifted the cover up, presenting you with an empty space in his king sized bed. Enough for even a family of six.

Not that four wouldn’t be cozy.

“I–”

“Come on,” he interrupted. “Aren’t you cold in that short? It’s freezing,” he patted the bed. Before your hazy mind could comprehend what happened, you slid in, wrapping the blanket over your body.

“Night.”

Maybe his visions weren’t just visions any more.

[beiasluv]

send me your f1 dilfs thoughts/scenarios??

[beiasluv]

— op81, cs55, cl16, ls2

a/n: spent so long on the graphic 💀

yourinsta

liked by mclaren, landonorris and 49,183 others

yourinsta call me pitbull cuz I’m mr worldwide 🤫 (+🇦🇺🇪🇸🇲🇨🇺🇸)

view all 729 comments

landonorris coppiers

yourinsta you’re my og 🫶

landonorris just og? 😔

username I swear if oscar gives us nothinggg

username MY BABY IS SHY OKAY?

username GOOD DAY TO BE A LOGAN SARGEANT FAN 🦅🦅🦅🦅

username I could only pray the Spanish flag is for Fernando 😩

— oscar piastri

Nervously sipping on his emotional support orange juice. Maybe too much nervous sipping.

“So, what’s your type?”

“My girlfriend?”

“Tell her she’s mine too.”

“WOw, will do.”

Cheeks turning red, munching on the fries like a little chipmunk he is.

“I mean– I have three sisters so…”

“That’s a green flag.”

“Thank you?” a piece of chicken in, a smile comes out. “That’s it?”

“Maybe if he’s…Australian, maybe.” you shrugged.

“Yeah.”

“And if he’s…wait. what sign are you?”

“Don’t know..I think it’s kinda nonsense.”

“That’s a red flag.”

“Sorry?” cheeky.

The orange juice was left unattended for a minute. Good sign. Chuckles were still evident.

“Let’s get serious here…” shifting in your seat.

“Yeah.”

“You drive for a living?”

“Yeah, I go around in circles ‘nd stuff,” juice pause. “I could drive you around Melbourne..if you’d want to–”

“And you’ll take me back by eight? Maybe offering your hand as well?”

“Yeah,” squinting face. “I could do that.”

“Lovely.”

— carlos sainz

Does that thing with his eyes, bending down to take the fries in…while keeping an intense eye contact.

“Smooth operator, you like that song?”

“Everyone favorite song no?”

“Hard choice.” pausing your fries mid air. “Spanish songs that I have no idea what they’re talking about could be up there.”

“Really? Tell me one.”

“The one from fast and furious.”

“A lot of them,” throwing his head back. “Can you sing it for me?”

“Asking for me to sing already. You’re in a hurry Carlos?” a sip of your Diet Coke. “Fast Five?”

“Eh..Danza Kuduro?”

“How could I know?” you shrugged. “What’s the song about anyways?”

“Something like…dancing…er…with tight ass.”

“Make sense.”

Looking confused as ever with that big, brown eyes. Mouth agape and shut every time few seconds, curling into a smile most of the time.

“So you’re still looking for job next year?”

“Huh?”

“Lewis Hamilton? Looking for job?”

“Eh..” leaned back in his seat. “Could be. Are you offering?”

“I’m a pretty busy girl..”

“Really? How busy?”

“So you’re up for it? That’s fast.”

“I’ll have to talk to my manager,” raising his eyebrow. “What is your requirement?”

“A Ferrari driver.”

“Sure.”

— charles leclerc

Trying to not laugh his ass off every five seconds or just completely blanks out. Chicken tasted good though.

“Charles, I have to ask you one thing.”

“Yeah?”

“How do you pronounce your last name?”

“I don’t..I don’t care, really.” Shrugging his shoulders. “Charles. Le. Clare.”

“Hm…maybe just use my last name instead, it’s easier.”

“I– yeah?”

“What?”

His chicken was pretty cleaned up the first few minutes. Plenty of confused chuckles.

“Do you think you are a committed person?”

“I…I…it’s a hard question no?” he put his hand together, in an Italian – sorry, Monegasque way. “I like to say I am.”

“I could tell.”

“Really? How?”

“Your contract with Ferrari.”

— logan sargeant

He was used to burger and fries but maybe he could just tolerate chicken and fries for your pretty company.

“What’s your ideal date?”

“Hm..definitely chicken shop dates.”

“Really? Where’s best chicken you ever had then?”

“This one.”

“That’s not an option.”

Subtle stares here and there, his cheeks might be hurting from all the grinning though.

“What’s your ideal type?” munching his ketchup-ed fries.

“So you don’t do researches.”

“I am now.”

“You know…starting to have a thing for Americans. You have any recommendations?”

“You could start by going fishing in the Keys with me,” stretched his arms.

“I’m not into fishy things.”

“Just boat rides?”

“I could do that.”

Coke break.

“Your thoughts on frat boys?”

“They’re fine,” he shrugged.

“And you’re not like a..secret member? Is it like a One Direction..thing?”

“Maybe better looking?” smirked. “I could see myself being one if I wasn’t racing.”

“Dreams do come true, Sargeant.”

“Ouch,” clutching his chest. “Ah– well– Maybe this other dream could come true as well?”

“You being better looking than One Direction?”

tell me who should be in chicken shop dateee 😩😩

– @namgification @jsjcue @c-losur3

Today’s a great day to take care of yourself!!

[beiasluv]

Why is Fernando starting to grow on meeeee 🤭

[beiasluv]

whoops 😬