#Sebastian vettel blurb

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paring: sebastian vettel x fem!singer!reader summary: pilots should learn not to comment on their favorite artists . . . or maybe this is their tactic to get what they want writer: the oldest thing in my drafts, it clearly had to be my first passion in formula 1, one of the reasons I liked watching it, listening to Florence + The Machine, I just wanted to leave my love for sebs on record

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yourusername I came for the pleasure, but I stay for the pain . . . New album DANCE FEVER. Out April 19 💙

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yournameupdate MOTHER IS BACK!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ynlnthinker EVERYBODY AND THEIR CHILD FREAKING RIGHT NOW

ynlnandthesiix not her coming back after years with new music and pretending to be normal

vettelchild somebody please check on sebs, i think the man is dead right about now

leclerccough just saw sebastian vettel himself in the likes, she posted it like 2 min ago???

patitowifey father is a hardcore fan just like us fr carlandomind I didn't even know he had Instagram??? pastryf2piastri pretty sure is a fanpage, there is nothing published yet

yournamecuunt Rumors of her divorce emerged in 2020 and she disappeared from the map and now appears with an album out of nowhere

andthesixburner queen behaviour???

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lovingwags New wag in the paddock?

seen at the Australian GP with some friends and members of the band that makes up her shows and team, yn ln was present at the Australian GP, ​​we cannot confirm which garage she was in, but I think we all have a certain hope of one in specific ( Sebastian please makes us proud

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strollmothering That one blueyfever on twitter beign right all along

blueyfever OF COURSE I FCKING WAS formulaonfacts CAN'T FREAKING BELIEVE IT

ynthinker SCREAMING, CRYING AND THROWING UUUP

minivettel5 This woman is a freaking goddess

vettelhamm Sebastian must be just killing himself right about now

33tororoso Do we, Sebastian Vettel's children, finally have a mother?

maziemillian Isn't he like . . . married? blueyfever yeah! to her!!!! formulaonfacts okay grandma let's get you back to bed

whatamaxemmil I can't wait for blueyfever to be right

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yourusername for years and years the words you didn't let me write suffocated me, the art you never let me see blinded me, the places you left me humiliated me, but finally my Graceland gained a different meaning and I'm no longer stuck in the bathroom with the same headache, everything you wanted from me didn't belong to you and I finally found someone who would give me the pen and not cut out my tongue, all my love, my affection, my future and my choices belong to him.

Because of him I have Dance Fever every night.

DANCE FEVER is yours to listen now.

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yournameupdate OMG IS THAT????

ynlnthinker THAT IS SEBASTIAN VETTEL HIMSELF

vettelmemes OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

vettelchild WHAT DOES THIS MEAAAAAAN

formulaonfacts BLUEY WAS RIGHT WT???

lecfosi BLUEY THE OLDER WISER SIBLING charles_leclerc no? that would be me maxverstappen1 you are neither charles_leclerc I am her favorite lance_stroll keep dreaming

yournamecuunt the grid competing more for her mother's love than for the world championship

georgerussell63 You haven't seen them in person.

sebastianvettel posted a new video.

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yourusername It's been three years and a pandemic of an intense creative process, four years of silently recording every movement of my life until dance fever came to me and was finally delivered to you, four years surrounded by incredible people, and as a thank you for me Wait patiently over the last four years, I'll be sharing a little of what I've been going through.

the Dance Fever bts is now on YouTube, I'm sorry for the length, it's been four years of recording.

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charles_leclerc it's 2 in the mornig

yourusername and why aren't you sleeping, pretty sure already put you in bed?

maxverstappen1 I just stopped my sim race to watch something I basically live? yeah

vettelchild my god the amount of content from yn and sebastian, now I have diabetes and i'm still at 2019, they weren't even dating

lecsainzfosi wait . . . WHAT?

lance_stroll I will assume you got to 2020 and 2021 charles_leclerc often sleep on the sofa in their house during these landonorris you and practically everyone on the grid, even Lewlew charles_leclerc yeah but i am her favorite lance_stroll still on this?

yournamecuunt Now that you are intertwined in the world of F1, do you think Lance should just leave?

yourusername Hell no, that is my child, giving my life for him to be happy, never did anything wrong, will never do , everyone who complains about him just wants to make noise and distractions and isn't worrying about the race tsunodaaaa on my way to make a fanpage for this mother and son duo

The soft tendrils of dawn's first light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow upon the tranquil morning. Sebastian, now retired from the racing circuit, still grappled with the novelty of no longer being tethered to the demanding schedules of tracks worldwide. Yet, awakening beside his wife, cocooned in the serenity of their home, provided a deeply soothing sense of contentment.

As Sebastian nestled closer to his beloved, he could feel her gentle warmth radiating beside him. She slept peacefully, her worries and the frenetic pace of everyday life momentarily suspended. Ever since Bee came into their lives, their nights had become a balancing act between tending to their child's needs and stealing moments of rest. But on this particular night, they had slept deeply, as though replenishing themselves from an extended bout of weariness.

Her locks cascaded like silken waves over the pillow, delicately shrouding her serene countenance. The soft curves of her features bespoke the tranquility she had discovered in that fleeting moment of repose. A fond smile tugged at Sebastian's lips as he recalled the countless nights spent awake with her, cradling her in his arms as she delved into the depths of her creative musings. The restorative embrace of a full night's sleep had invigorated Sebastian. He savored a newfound sense of peace and autonomy, a luxury he hadn't known since bidding farewell to the adrenaline-fueled world of racing. Now, he could devote more of himself to his growing family, witnessing Bee's milestones and relishing in the simple joys of marital companionship.

As the world beyond their bedroom gradually stirred to life, the couple remained ensconced in their private sanctuary. Yet, the tranquil ambiance was momentarily shattered by the soft whimper of Bee, captured by the electronic monitor stationed nearby. With a reluctant sigh, Sebastian's wife stirred beside him, bidding farewell to the depths of slumber.

"Sebastian, your daughter wake up . . .", she groaned, as Bee's gentle cry pierced the stillness of the morning, the woman instinctively buried her face into her husband's chest, seeking refuge from the beckoning call of their daughter. Her soft sobs muffled against the warmth of his embrace, a silent plea for a few more moments of respite.

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle softly at his wife's playful attempt to evade the inevitable. With a tender affection, he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her frazzled nerves with each gentle stroke. Her muffled laughter reverberated against his chest, a testament to the enduring bond they shared, even amidst the chaos of parenthood. As Bee's cries persisted, Sebastian's wife reluctantly peeled herself away from the sanctuary of his embrace, a resigned smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With a loving glance exchanged between them, they silently acknowledged the shared journey of parenthood, filled with its moments of exhaustion and boundless love. With a whispered promise to return, Sebastian's wife slipped out of bed, ready to embrace the day and tend to their beloved daughter.

As the soft hues of morning bathed the room, casting a gentle glow upon their cozy sanctuary, the woman returned, cradling their precious Bee in her arms. Each step she took seemed to echo with the tender rhythm of maternal love, her eyes alight with a serene radiance that mirrored the dawn's gentle embrace.

Sebastian's heart swelled with affection as he watched his wife approach, the ethereal beauty of motherhood emanating from her every movement. With each delicate sway, Bee stirred slightly in her mother's arms, her angelic face still adorned with the remnants of sleep. As his wife drew nearer, Sebastian's eyes sparkled with an unwavering adoration, a silent testament to the profound love he held for both his wife and their darling daughter. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the tender bond that bound their family together.

Bee, with her tiny hands outstretched, reached eagerly for her father, her sleepy gaze melting hearts with its innocence. Sebastian's heart skipped a beat as he eagerly scooped her up, enveloping her in a warm embrace that radiated with paternal love. With a contented sigh, his lover gently lowered Bee onto the bed, where the little one wobbled unsteadily before finding her footing. With a gleeful giggle, Bee propelled herself into her father's waiting arms, her laughter filling the room with its infectious melody. Sebastian's heart swelled with pride as he cradled their daughter close, showering her with affectionate kisses that elicited a chorus of delighted squeals. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, Sebastian's wife couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the family they had created together.

As she reclined on the bed, a gentle hand instinctively drifted to her burgeoning belly, where new life stirred with the promise of tomorrow. With each fluttering kick, her heart overflowed with anticipation, a silent prayer whispered for the blessings that lay ahead.

In the tranquil embrace of their shared love, Sebastian's wife felt as though she had finally found her own personal Graceland—a haven of warmth, purity, and boundless affection. And as the laughter of her husband and daughter echoed through the room, she knew that their home would forever be filled with the sweet symphony of love's enduring melody.

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sebastianvettel My Dearest,

As I sit down to write these words, I find myself immersed in thoughts of you, my heart overflowing with emotions that words alone cannot fully capture. Each day spent by your side feels like ascending to a throne, where you reign as my sovereign, my King. Your presence in my life has granted me a sense of liberation, a feeling of being truly Free from the constraints of the past.

Our journey together has been a whirlwind of joy and passion, a dance of souls caught in the frenzy of love. In your arms, I've discovered a rhythm unlike any other, a Choreomania that consumes us, leaving us breathless yet exhilarated. Whenever I find myself away from you, it's as if I've returned to familiar grounds, back in the embrace of a familiar town. You are my anchor, my sanctuary, my safe haven — a feeling encapsulated in the phrase Back In Town.

Together, we stand united against the odds, defying conventions and societal norms. We are rebels, fighters, Girls Against God in a world that seeks to confine us. In the depths of night, you are my beautiful paradox, my Dream Girl Evil. Your essence is both enchanting and mysterious, a captivating blend that keeps me endlessly intrigued.

Within the walls of our home, our love becomes a sanctuary, a Prayer Factory where we offer our hearts and souls in devotion to each other. It is here, in the sacred space we've created, that I find solace and strength. You possess a wisdom and insight that transcends time, a gift akin to that of the mythical Cassandra. Your intuition guides me, leading me towards a future filled with hope and promise.

In your arms, I've found my heaven, my nirvana — for Heaven is Here, whenever I'm with you. Your presence alone is enough to transform the ordinary into something extraordinary, turning mundane moments into memories I'll cherish forever. Your smile, like a radiant daffodil in a field of blooms, brings light and warmth to even the darkest of days. With you, each moment becomes a celebration of life, a testament to the beauty of love.

My love for you knows no bounds, transcending the limits of time and space. You are my guiding star illuminating the path before me with your boundless affection. Even in moments of separation, I exercise restraint, longing to hold you close yet savoring the anticipation of our reunion. Distance may test us, but it only serves to deepen my love for you, fortifying the bond we share.

Together, we are a force to be reckoned with, a Bomb waiting to explode with passion and desire. In your arms, I find solace, security, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. You are my muse, my inspiration, my Mermaid of the depths. Your allure is irresistible, drawing me in with your ethereal beauty and grace.

My dearest, these words pale in comparison to the depth of my affection for you. You are the beating heart of my existence, the light that guides me through the darkness.

With all my love,

Sebastian

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charles_leclerc alright gonna wrap it up, never gonna be this kind of romantic

carlossainz55 not even shakespere thought about writing something like that, mate

maxverstappen1 When will it be my turn?

kellypiquet what? maxverstappen1 when will it be my turn to be this romantic

lance_stroll MAMA AND PAPA

fernandoalo_oficial beautiful letter, really big, not gonna read but it's wonderful

jensonbutton I've never seen anyone who had so much to say, my god lewishamilton stole all the romance of the century landonorris That's why we live in the century of whoredom

yournamecuunt DID HE JUST MAKE A LETTER WITH ALL HER SONGS IN ORDER?

aussiegrit he's crazy romantic sentimental like that

motheryourname why hasn't yourusername commented yet?

lance_stroll She's here crying like hell at Sebs' farewell party alex_albon She's been really emotional today, with the party and everything. landonorris It's the hormones of this new pregnancy ynthinker THE WHAT sebastianvettel Lando??? yourusername FOR FUCKS SAKE landonorris sorry, sorry SORRY MOTHER

[uluvjay]

Jealousy, Jealousy- S. Vettel

rbr! Sebastian Vettel x Fem! Reader

In which you get punished for flirting with Sebastian’s teammate

Warnings?; Smut, name calling(slut, brat), cursing, degradation, hair pulling, lip biting, small blood mention, p in v, unprotected sex(a big no no), mean seb, orgasm denial,slight ass play…, pet names, porn with a plot basically, I apologize for any errors!

"Sebby please!" You babbled to the man behind you, his hands holding yours behind your back as he pounded into you.

"Shush Meine Liebe, take your punishment like a good girl." He spat, his pace never faltering as he pushed your face further into the pillow below you.

"Just wan a kiss." You whined into the plush pillow, the cotton of the case no doubt now covered in your tears and spit.

You could hear his growl from behind you as his hips somehow sped up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the space of your bedroom.

"I don't kiss little sluts that think it's okay to flirt with my teammate." He spat.

Your eyes rolled towards the back of your head as he reached a hand between your thighs and begins to rub your clit. He guided a scream from your throat as he pinched the small bud between his fingers before returning to slow and teasing rubs.

"Fuck." You cried as you felt the warmth growing in your lower stomach.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." Sebastian spat in your ear as he could feel your core tightening around him.

At the sound of a pathetic sob Sebastian slowed his hips and pulled his hand away from your clit, leaving you with little to no friction as he pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip resting inside the warmth of your walls.

"No, no, please! Seb please let me come." You cried.

The German smirked behind you as he felt your pussy clench around his tip desperately searching for more. His cock was glistening from the wetness of your pussy as he spread you plump ass cheeks wide and spit on your puckering hole.

He basked in the gasp you let out as his thumb circled around the ring, passing time as he let your growing orgasm die.

"Seb please baby, I wanna see you." You begged attempting to fuck yourself against him but the slap he laid against your ass quickly made your movements halt.

"Hmm, that's a shame. Would fuck you however you wanted if you didn't throw yourself all over mark." He shrugged despite you not being able to see him.

"Didn't throw myself at him! Was just being nic-" a scream broke through as he thrusted into you hard, his nails digging into your flesh as he gripped your ass cheeks firmly.

"Don't be a fucking brat." He growled in your ear as his body leaned over yours, damp chess pressed against your back.

He finally let your hands go as he tangled one of his own into your hair and pulled, pulling your body flush against his as he stood on his knees and fucked you hard.

"Oh god!" You cried feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.

The feeling of his lips moving around the skin of your neck caused a feeling of need to fill your chest as you wished for his lips to be against yours.

"Can I please have a kis-fuck!" You cried body slumping forward slightly as he loosened his grip a bit.

"If I kiss you, will you shut the hell up?" He spat.

"Mhm, please."

You shrieked as you were let go and quickly flipped over, Sebastian wasted no time before slipping back in and fucking you fast as your legs wrapped around his waist

One of his large hands came up to wrap around the base of your throat as his lips swallowed yours in a hard kiss. It's nothing but pure ecstasy as he kisses you, you kiss him back as his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth.

You cry out into his mouth as his teeth nip at the skin, the metallic taste of blood floating between you two as he seems to kiss you harder.

He pulls away from your lips at the feeling of you clenching around him, "You gonna come soon?"

"Mhm." You nodded, fucked out eyes staring deep into his pretty blue ones.

"Ask nicely brat." He scolded, leaning back and pulling on of your legs over his shoulder a smirk tugging at his lips at the moan you let out.

"Oh!-can I come? Please, please sebby can I come?" You babbled below the man, the feeling of euphoria just moments away from taking control of your body.

"Go ahead slut, come for me." He encouraged basking in the way your legs shook on his shoulder and how your head snapped back into the soft pillow below it.

The moan you let out as your climax took over was downright pornographic, the multiple denied orgasms from earlier in the night finally catching up and roaring through your body.

Sebastian watched as you babbled random things off as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own climax. His thrust stayed just as deep but grew faster as he felt it approaching, heat flooding his body as he began to curse in German.

With one last thrust you watched as he stilled inside you with a deep groan, his abs clenching while his mouth dropped open. He leaned down to pull you into another hot kiss as he began to soften inside you, one of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck while yours cradled his cheeks.

"You gonna flirt with my teammate again?" He asked firmly as he held onto your chin.

"I wasn-oh! Okay no I won't." You cried as he thrusted his hips, yearning him a deep cry from overstimulation.

"Mm, that's my good girl." He smirked before placing one last kiss on your lips and pulling out.

He took a moment to admire your spent and well fucked body, hickeys were scattered from your breasts down where nobody but him would be able to see them.

You watched as he walked into your master bathroom to get a warm washcloth before coming back and taking his time cleaning you up gently.

A little while laster you were dressed in one of his shirts while you dozed off with your head against his chest, and one of his hands running through your hair.

"Goodnight darling, I love you." He spoke softly as he kissed your head.

"I love you more Seb." You smiled as you snuggled deeper into him.

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[norrisleclercf1]

Can you continue the seb and charles poly where charles argues with seb on his decision to live in switzerland with his bees and never come to his races. Make it superr angstyy and you can finish it with whatever plot you want! 💗

A/N: Angst? Angst.

You could tell that it was only a matter of time before Charles cracks. The tension has been thick since you got home from the race, and soon go to Australia. Seb, bless him hasn't even noticed nor commented on how Charles has been avoiding him.

But in this moment, Sebastian was raving about the new bee farms he was thinking of building. "Oh, I'm also thinking of adding an extension to the house, for when we decide to have kids here." Your body goes tense as you see Charles freeze. He couldn't take it anymore, he just can't.

Slamming down his fork and knife he chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Something wrong, wunderschön?" Sebastian asks, as Charles tries hard not to falter in his anger, at the worry plaguing Seb's eyes. "Why are you so set on living here? Why can't we move to Monaco? Where family is?" Charles asks, it was soft but you see the change in Sebastian automatically.

This was a fight you were staying out of; you didn't need to be torn in between your first love, and your last love. "Charles, we're not talking about this. Y/n and I decided long before you that'd we'd raise our kids here." You feel the air get sucked out of the room with that one sentence.

With that one sentence, Sebastian just reminded Charles that he'd never really get a say, nor would his opinion matter because at the end of the day, you and Sebastian were married first and planned your life together long before him.

"Right, because what I say doesn't matter. It never does, does it Sebastian?" Sebastian sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "That's not what I meant, dammit Charles, I don't want my children's faces splashed everywhere."

"Our, our children Sebastian." Charles bites out and you sigh, taking the plates and heading into the kitchen to start the dishes. "No, Charles. My, children." Sebastian bites out and you even flinch hearing how harsh and cold your husband was being. "I can't do this anymore," Charles whispers and stands, you rush into the room as he rips his ring off and throws it at Sebastians face, whose gone pale.

"Charles, don't." You whimper, he turns and sighs, kissing you gently. "If you need me, I'll be home." He whispers and moves grabbing his bags he didn't even unpack and walks out of the door. You turn around and stare at Sebastian, vision blurry.

"Y/n," Your husband reaches out for you but you step back. "Don't, don't touch me." You whisper and walk down to your bedroom, crying for something you've probably lost forever.

[princessedesfleursss]

SV05E1

Pairing: husband!sebastian vettel x wife!fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: public sex, a little degradation, several orgasms, jealousy, swearing, google translated german

It was quite a long time since Seb and you had decided to come out for dinner. Especially after his retirement you had moved back to Germany with your husband who had been focused on his shaping his future career and spending more time with the kids. 

With the kids, you both never had time to attend to your relationship. Stolen kisses &  quickies in the washroom was what held your relationship together. The past few weeks of busy schedules and having to constantly make sure the kids were sorted out with their schoolwork put a strain on your relationship. Which is why when Sebastain’s sisters had offered to take care of the kids for the weekend, after overhearing a hushed argument you both had during a family get together, without any hesitation the both of you had said yes. 

So that led you to where you were now. In a fancy restaurant in Monaco drinking wine and waiting for the food you ordered to arrive. 

All throughout the evening the waiter had been throwing you flirtatious glances. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or maybe it was the fact that Sebastian seemed almost invisible to them. 

“If that moron doesn’t stop drecksack (scum bag) doesn’t stop eyeing you up and down I might have to go down there and punch him,” Sebastian muttered to you under his breath. 

This wasn’t new for either of you. Sebastian was much older than you and at times people thought he wasn’t actually your husband but rather someone else- more specifically someone who wasn’t romantically accompanying you. 

“Süße (honey) ignore that,” you said rubbing your ring clad fingers up and down his arms, “You know I’ve got my eyes only on you.”

You knew that it didn’t ease Sebastian and that you had gone over this a million times but the man was jealous & possessive over you rightfully so. 

“Give me a kiss liebling,” he requested and you obliged too excitedly. 

Caressing the side of his cheek and leaning in to lock your lips with his, you felt yourself melting as he took control of the kiss. His hand was sliding up and down your arm and yours were lingering on his cheek and the other over his hand. His fingers clasped yours and the pad of his thumb stroked the top of your hand. 

It wasn’t until the waiter was nearby that your make out session was interrupted. A hue of red painting your cheeks you moved away from Sebastian. The waiter walked closer and placed the food of the table. 

Turning to you and brazenly ignoring Sebastian he asked,

“Mademoiselle, would you like some more wine?”

“I’ll let you know if we need more,” Sebastian replied in a curt manner. 

You watched as the waiter bow and make his way back to the kitchen. 

“Oh is my old man getting all wired up now?” You asked Sebastian teasingly as you let your wandering hands settle on this robust thigh. 

Taking his hand from the table and kissing it, you held it close to your face letting your face rest of his open palm. With both your hands holding onto his hand, you continued,

“Ich werde dich immer lieben und nur dich (I will always love you and only you).”

Sebastian looked back at you lovingly and murmured, “I know. And I love you even more than that liebling.”

After eating and conversing, having time for yourself, you felt like you needed to uplift the mood a little. Plus you were feeling horny with Sebastian looking all worked up. You wouldn’t have minded him taking your right here in front of the waiter that had been eyeing you up all evening. 

Signaling the same waiter to come over to you, who almost too enthusiastically scurried over to you, you placed an order for two tiramisus. 

A walk to the kitchen and back, the waiter came over with a tray of tiramisu and started serving for you and your husband. Sebastian wasn’t pleased at all but since he was sipping on his wine trying really hard to not punch the waiter you took your chance. 

Dipping a finger to the tiramisu you looked back up at the waiter and brought it over to your mouth and licked your finger clean. You watched as the waiters eyes widened as he watched your tongue wrap around your finger licking it squeaky clean. 

“Mmm, this is too sweet for me,” you said as you looked back up at the waiter innocently, “Do you have anything less sweet?”

“W-we have um… cranberry pudding Mademoiselle. The prefect blend… blend of uh… just you know sour and sweet,” the waiter stuttered as you looked back at him with flirtatious eyes. You raised your eyebrow and he continued, “Of course it’s not too sweet. I’ll take this back to the kitchen and bring out a new one immediately.”

Sebastian watched all this unfold right in front of him with a perplexed look on his face. And when the waiter left to return the dessert and bring a new one in, he gave you one stern look and questioned, 

“What the fuck was that liebling?”

You made yourself comfortable on your seat and looked up at him as if you hadn’t just flirted with another in front of your husband.

“What do you mean Seb?”

“Verhalte dich nicht ganz unschuldig (Don’t act all innocent),” he spat back. 

Sighing you replied in a calm tone, “Since you were being a grumpy old man all throughout dinner I thought I needed to find someone else to entertain myself.”

That was all it took for Sebastian to get up from the table, startling you. He grabbed hold of your hand and led you over to the dimly light but spacious washrooms. 

Twisting the lock of the door and making sure no one could come in, he pushed your body over to the counter and kissed you harshly. 

“You think you can act like a schlampe (slut) and get away with it?” Sebastian asked, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down your open neck. 

“I’ll show you what this old man can do.”

Sebastian lifted up your red dress and looked at you with a not so amused look when he realized what you were wearing. 

“Only for you-“

“Oh shut it,” he kissed you with a strong sense of urge, letting his fingers run through your folds and gathering the sweet slick to bring it up to his mouth to taste it. 

“So fucking sweet.”

You felt your face heat up at his dirty comment. Sebastian smirked at the coy look on your face and without any warning plunged his fingers into your hot & wet core. In and out he pulled and pushed his fingers and you lost yourself in the squelch of your pussy. 

“Babe I’m close,” you let your husband know. Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement his lips hovering over your neck and marking small bites all over the expanse of your skin. 

When you came with a sense of relief on his hands, Sebastian wasted no time and pulled out his dick, giving it a few strokes and pushing it into you without warning. You hissed due to the oversensitivity you felt after having cummed a few seconds ago. 

“This feels so good, doesn’t it libeling?” He asked as he slid he steadied himself against you. 

“Hmmm, yes, yes, it feels soo good Sebastian.”

Sebastian railed harder into you, feeling your velvety walls close around him, squeezing him tightly. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, your scrunched up eyes now opening up to look back at his bright blue eyes that were now filled with lust. 

“Kiss me,” you whispered. 

The minute the request left your plush lips, his were on yours, making out as he drilled into you. Within a matter of seconds you came undone around him. However, Sebastian was far from close. Pulling out of you, he turned you around. Protests fell from your lips, letting him know that you were oversensitive from having cummed twice, but he simply ignored your pleas knowing you were down bad as much as he was, despite your resistance. 

You held on tight to the edges of the counter top of the fancy washroom the restaurant had. Just then, Seb pushed into you making you drag a sinful moan. Holding tight onto your waist, Sebastian barely showed you any mercy as he drilled into you at a menacing pace. 

“Schau dich an, ganz angezogen, benimmst dich aber gegenüber anderen Männern immer noch wie eine schlampe (Look at you, all dressed up but still acting like a slut for other men),” your husband spat at you. He nibbled onto the shell of your ear as he spat a plethora of profanities into your ear. 

You continuously moaned as Sebastian pushed into you and within the next few seconds you felt yourself letting out a powerful orgasm for the third time that night and your husband’s release coating your insides making you feel giddy like a first time bride. Exhausted as you were, you waited until Seb pulled out of you to turn around and slump onto him. 

He angled your jaw so that you were looking up at him with your tired eyes. Stroking your cheek he teased you, “If only you hadn’t called me an old man and made me jealous in front of that dummer kellner (stupid waiter).”

You smiled and laid your head on his chest, replying back cheekily, “But it was worth it wasn’t me. I haven’t had sex like this for ages Seb. Felt so good.”

“Wait till you get to the hotel then.”

Laughing at the nasty things you were both going to do back at the hotel after being seamless here at the restaurant, Sebastian and you fixed yourselves up and left the restroom. Outside, the waiter who was waiting for your return barely looked you in the eye and Sebastian simply painted a smug smile on his face knowing he had set the “dummer kellner” in his place. 

[love-belle]

laundry and taxes !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're in their own little safe haven with their dumbass grown babies.

or

for when you can finally relate to the love songs. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // sebastian vettel x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - IM BACK!!!! HELLO!!!! i miss u all sm ://// hope u like this <3 i have a lando au and a charles one that i hope i can post by tonight or tomorrow fs so !!! thank u sm for reading i love you <3

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yourusername you're in the kitchen humming ❤️‍🩹

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username PARENTS

username honestly my fav couple everrrrr

username Y/N'S FEEDING US SEBASTIAN CONTENT SLAY

username they're so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username mama y papa

landonorris missing you both

-> yourusername can't wait to see you next week <3 !!

username i love them sm ur honour

username the first photo ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

username god me when.

username no bc they're literally so in love like i could cry just thinking abt them and their relationship from the beginning to here and how they navigated through it all even when they were BOTH fighting for the title and look at them now 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> username they're literally soulmates LOOK AT THEM

charles_leclerc maman wants me to tell you that she'll be facetiming you in the evening so that you both can crochet together 🫡

-> yourusername omg can't wait i miss pascale sm

-> charles_leclerc we'll crochet a small octopus!!!!!! i missed you sunshine!!!!!! - pascale

-> yourusername OH MY GOD OKAY ADHSJSJJS

-> username i LIVE for these interactions

username why r u doing this to me.

username omw to have a nice nap on the highway ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

username HE'S SO AHHHSHSHSBDBXBSJ

lewishamilton i'm dropping off roscoe tomorrow :)

-> yourusername we're not even in london???

-> lewishamilton oh i know. i'm in switzerland :)

-> yourusername oH

-> username LOVE drivers just randomly dropping by their home without any warning 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

username fuck romeo and juliet i want what these bitches have

username y/n im so happy for u and ur b-🤮 boy-🤮 boyf-🤮 boyfriend 🤮🤮🤮 i swear

username they're MY parents

sebastianvettel another taylor swift song?

-> yourusername shush you love her music

sebastianvettel i don't hum

-> yourusername yes you do

-> sebastianvettel no i don't

-> yourusername you were humming baby shark do do this morning

-> username BABY SHARK PLEASE WHAT

-> username LMFAOOOOO

username sigh :/// i want this so bad :///

username im so normal abt them i SWEAr sO nOrmAL

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sebastianvettel my sunshine ❤️

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username SUNSHINE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username the fact that every SINGLE post on his acc is just y/n like

-> username love a man who's DEDICATED

-> username it's a y/n fan page

-> username i don't even blame him tbh she's so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username never will be getting over seb calling y/n his sunshine 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

username gf

username seb honestly needs to wife her up like im not even kidding

-> username im saying like

username MOTHER IS MOTHERING Y'ALL

username parents ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

lewishamilton 💜💜💜

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username no bc they own my heart like ACTUALLY

username love sebastian being a proper simp for y/n like

-> username we love to see it

-> username y/n was never a wag it was seb all along

-> username i KNOW he loves being called y/n's bf

username GIRLFRIEND ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username sebastian can u fight.

carlossainz55 charles says he misses you both

-> charles_leclerc NO I DIDN'T SAY THAT

-> sebastianvettel oh so you don't miss us?

-> charles_leclerc no!!!!!!!! i mean yeah!!!!!!! i do!!!!!!!!!

-> yourusername missing my boys everyday ❤️‍🩹

-> username "my boys" I CRIED

username im so in love with this woman my gawd

yourusername my love ❤️

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yourusername but did you have to use that last photo

-> sebastianvettel my favourite photo actually

-> yourusername i love you :/

-> sebastianvettel i love you more :)

username im gonna throw up (i love them to death)

username sebastian and y/n adopt me challenge 🔥🔥🔥

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yourusername cannot wait to do laundry and taxes with you for the rest of my life. i love you ❤️

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username I DIED

username crying screaming throwing up sliding down the wall bashing my head pulling out my hair gagging rolling down the stairs laying on the highway microwaving a spoon taking a toaster bath

username OH MY GOD????????

username they're so ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

username THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER????? THE WAY THEY'RE SO IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHER??????

landonorris mama y papa

-> yourusername son?

-> sebastianvettel no thank you

-> landonorris WOW.

username im crying they're so precious to me

username they're my babies (they're older than me)

username y/n if u like drivers just say the word

-> username i could drive a taxi js sayin

username i want what they have 💔💔💔💔💔

lewishamilton sending you both all the love 💐!!

-> yourusername we miss you lewis 🫶🏼 come and see us!! we're in the living room

-> lewishamilton on my way

-> username THEY'RE ALL TOGETHER OMG

-> username lewis' second home is with y/n and seb and no i don't take criticism

username i miss them on the grid so BAD but this is so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username AHSHHSHHDBDJXDJSKD

username the way u can tell that they're so in love????? like it's so GENUINE im in awe

-> username y/n always being like "my boyfriend" "sebastian, my bf" "my seb" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> username and seb being like "sunshine" "my sunshine" "liebe" "schatz" like i could cry ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username honestly my fav couple everrr

sebastianvettel cannot wait to go over the grocery list while sitting down at the dining table with you for the rest of my life

-> yourusername truly excited for our life

sebastianvettel i love you

-> yourusername i love you

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[vivwritesfics]

sebastian vettel request where he falls for a florist ? :)

He went into the same flower shop every time. Sebastian loved flowers. He had a vase on his kitchen table that he kept filled. As good as he was at keeping the cut flowers alive, Sebastian couldn't wait for them to die.

He loved his flowers, but the florist was gorgeous. For the first few times that Sebastian visited the shop, she just watched him, watched as he picked out the flowers he wanted for his kitchen table.

Now, when Sebastian came in, she was already running around the shop, picking out flowers for him. It was a different arrangement every time, and every time Sebastian loved it.

She was always sure to ask, though. Always sure to ask whether he liked the arrangement or not.

While she rang him up, Sebastian made idle conversation. He flirted a little, too, smiled at her as she wrapped up the bouquet for him.

She was easy to talk to. When she spoke to Sebastian, she didn't expect him to be anybody but the man who bought flowers from her every few days. Through these small but regular interactions, the two learnt so much about each other, it was easy to fall in love.

When Sebastian finally plucked up the courage to ask her on a date, he knew he had to get her some flowers. But he couldn't go into her shop and have her pick out an arrangement for herself, even if she didn't know it was for her.

It felt wrong, shopping in a different florist. The florist didn't put together as good an arrangement as his usual florist, and Sebastian ended up picking out his own arrangement. Still though, it wasn't as good as hers.

She loved the arrangement though. She lifted them to her nose, sniffing them as she climbed into his car. S

Sebastian and his flower girl fell in love easily after that first date.

[folkloresthings]

seb + reader are in the car and they get in a fight. reader gets out of the car, it starts raining, and seb can’t find her and starts freaking out. when she finally gets home he’s super relieved and apologizes and they make up

vaguely inspired by the all too well tv (10 min vers.) music video but less toxicity 👍

BOILING POINT. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩

the space between you had never been so tense. sebastian’s hands were gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, your nails nicking at the hem of your dress. it was almost dark out, and you were headed back from a fancy dinner with some of sebastian’s colleagues.

it was your first time meeting most of sebastian’s work friends. people higher up in red bull, bosses and executives and what not. you’d been nervous, but sebastian didn’t seem to think he needed to help ease your nerves. for the most part, you spent the night in the corner of the room, cradling a wine glass and making awkward small talk. sebastian was laughing and making jokes and brushed you off any time you tried to speak to him.

“so, you’re not speaking to me now either?” you mumble, hating the silence.

“you’re being dramatic,” sebastian sighs, head falling back against the headrest as he turns another corner.

“you barely said a word to me all night!” you exclaim, sitting up. you look over at him, his eyes fixed hard and cold on the road. “it was embarrassing!”

“i was working,” he hisses, glancing over at you briefly. “i didn’t have time to talk to you, because i had to impress those people if i want to keep my job. you know, the job that pays for your dresses and holidays and—”

“stop the car.”

sebastian looks over at you, cheeks red with frustration. “what?”

“i said, stop the car.” you can feel the tears stinging your eyes, sebastian’s words pulling at the wrong heartstring. he got like this sometimes, all hot and harsh, but he was never mean. not like that.

he laughs a little, under his breath, but pulls the car over anyway. he doesn’t expect you to actually get out, only to make your point and shout at him a little more and then go home. but you click the door open as soon as the car rolls to a halt and slam the door behind you.

“y/n!” he calls, rolling down the window. “get back in the car!”

you don’t listen, arms crossed and legs moving quickly. sebastian’s used to your stubbornness, and he’s still to caught up in his anger to apologise. “fine! i’ll meet you at home.”

about halfway there, the heavens open and it begins raining heavier than sebastian had anticipated. the rain seems to clear his thinking a little bit, turning the car around with a sharp sigh. he follows the exact same road he took, but you’re nowhere to be found. he tries some other back streets, and still nothing.

panic rises in him. you’re out there, somewhere, cold and wet and sad — and it’s all his fault.

thirty minutes of looking and no avail, sebastian heads back to the house in hopes of finding you. he could have cried when he sees you there, stood at the door, drenched. you spot the car pulling in, watching as sebastian switches off the ignition and climbs out.

“you’ve got the keys,” you tell him, justifying why you were simply stood on the doorstep. your cheeks are red and blotchy, eyes swollen from where you cried the whole way home. sebastian sighs, hurrying over to unlock the door and usher you both in.

“come on, take these off,” he’s quick to help you remove your coat, your shoes, every piece of clothing that’s soaked through. fetching you some pyjamas, he helps you put those on too. when you’re sat at the end of the bed, still not speaking, hair towelled dry and mascara staining under your eyes, sebastian caves.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters, kneeling between your legs. begging for forgiveness. “i should have been better tonight. i should have kept you by my side, showed you off. i shouldn’t have said all of that stuff — i’m an idiot.”

you sniffle, letting his hands wander over you, lips pressing apologetic kisses to your thighs, your stomach, your hands.

“i’ve got the perfect woman, and i act like a fool,” he admits, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, kissing your cheeks. “i’m so sorry, liebe. you can hit me, if you want.”

it pulls a small smile from you, one he celebrates with a kiss to your lips. swiftly and easily does he lift you from under the arms, switching positions so he’s sat on the mattress, you on his lap.

“what can i do to make it up to you?” he gives you a suggestive smirk, fingers dipping under your waistband. “give me the word and i’m yours, baby.”

you can’t help but smile, shifting a little in his lap, pulling a small groan from your boyfriend. “hm. don’t think you deserve that tonight — but some hot chocolate would be lovely.”

he groans again, this time in despair, falling back into the mattress and taking you with him. you giggle, tucking your head in his neck as he attacks you with kisses. eventually giving up, leaving you to curl up under the duvet as he drags himself to the kitchen. when your hot chocolate comes, it’s a work of art, topped with cream and marshmallows and chocolate shavings.

“only the best for my love.”

[ethrlst]

‘please’, he begs as she looks up at his blue eyes full of need, she breathes deeper when his hands takes hold of her hip and jaw; thumbs caressing her skin, urging her to give in. the window slightly ajar blows air in the dimly lit room, it only fills the moment of desperation further. he hovers his agaped lips against hers, taking in each other’s eyes glazed with longing for something wrong, but long overdue. ‘this is wrong, seb. i don’t want to risk it.’, she murmurs as tears fall down her cheeks. ‘i know, baby. i know. but i can’t help myself anymore.’ he exhales, hands now gripping her skin, trying to fill in his voided need of finally feeling her lips on his. whimpering his name, he bites his lips attempting to stop himself upon acting on his need before her consent.

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⌞ a/n ⌝ - like i said i would, i’m currently in the midst of finishing a sebastian fic rn and my gosh is this man so.. everything. who wants a bestfriends to lovers fic with redbull seb? no words for him, just such a pretty boy. i’ll probably upload it by tomorrow afternoon, if i’m lucky enough. let me know what you think so far and suggest who should i write for next! ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

[maplesyrupsainz]

prompt 6 with sebastian pleaseee

pairing: sebastian vettel x fem reader y/n (she/her)

genre: blurb, established relationship

warnings: swearing, protective bf, nothing crazy

prompt: six [driver] is overly protective of you after someone flirts with you

a/n: omg never written for sebastian before so kind of nervous idrk what im doing LOL hope it isn't awful!!!

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you're studying the cereal boxes intently when a man's voice you don't recognise makes you jump slightly. “something interesting happening there that only you know about?”

when you turn around he's gesturing towards the cereal boxes you were reading. you smile lightly, not wanting to be rude but also not wanting to engage in conversation with the stranger. “nothing interesting. that's the problem, i think.” you shrug softly, your eyes wandering the aisle, your boyfriend nowhere to be seen.

“maybe i can help you,” the man steps closer to you, clearly feigning interest in cereal as an excuse to talk to you. you look up at the ceiling, saying a silent prayer that this man fucks off before your boyfriend returns. “you know what, i have the best cereal back at my place. what you up to later?”

and there it is. the worst pick up line you've ever been forced to hear. you open your mouth, the beginning of the soft rejection you're so used to using to let men down: ‘i'm flattered but i actually have a boyfriend, he should be around here somewhere’...

however, it's your boyfriend who cuts you off. “she's with me, mate.” you cringe at the malice in his voice and the sudden weight of his hand on the small of your back. the man, tail between his legs, apologises profusely before retreating down the aisle. “who was that?”

“don't know. he just started talking to me about cereal,” you shrug again, nodding towards the boxes. sebastian's eyes on you feel like they're going to set a fire right where you stand. “come on,” you mumble, turning away from him and finishing your grocery shop.

the car ride home is silent, and you don't try to make conversation as you know sebastian just needs time to cool off. he is fiercely protective of you at times when it feels unnecessary, but what would you know about the fragile male ego?

upon arriving home and packing away your groceries, you join sebastian on the couch, flinging your legs over his. “hey,” he looks up at you, his clenched jaw relaxing slightly. you know this routine all too well. “you know what?”

“hm?” he raises his eyebrows at you, resting a hand on your thigh.

“i have the best cereal at my place. what you up to later?” you try to fight off the grin that's creeping onto your face as sebastian shakes his head.

“that might be the most pathetic one yet.” the smirk on his lips floods you with relief.

you sit up straight, giggling now. “he wildly overestimated my passion for cereal.”

he laughs, opening his arms for you and you oblige almost immediately, nestling into his chest. being loved by sebastian is the only way to be loved, you think.

[writingshushf1]

Touch my body

Summary: you've been such a bad girl...

Rating: +18

Warnings: p! with no plot, humiliation kink, spanking, degradation, bit of a sir kink?

Word count: 1.3k

Note: i'm going to hell, god. i love this but really after this one? i should be writing the fluffiest fluff or a sad thing, really- it worn me out

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You had spent the whole evening teasing Sebastian and now you were going to pay for it.

The moment you two stepped inside of his home, he grabbed your wrists with one hand and put them on your back, pushing you to walk towards the living room. At that moment, the only thing you could hear was his heavy breathing close to your ear, you didn’t dare to say a word until he sat on the sofa.

“Seb…”

“Don’t.” The German crossed his arms looking at you. “Only in your panties, c’mon, the longer you take, worse it will be…” 

His eyes were eating you up while you took the pastel pink dress you wore. Since you weren’t wearing a bra, soon you looked how he wanted to - earning a groan escaping his lips when he saw your breasts hanging free. Vettel patted on his thigh, looking at you, but when you were about to sit on his lap, his hands went to your waist, laying down your body against his lap.

Your breath hitched in hesitation, knowing exactly what he was up to.

Before anything, he took his tie off, tying around your wrists, making you close your eyes and let your face sink a little bit against the sofa cushion. Sebastian’s hands started to roam around your body, holding your butt cheeks and spreading them, soon starting to grope them slowly. All this provocation was making you wet on your trousers and he was very aware of that, however, he pretended that he didn’t notice.

The first slap against your bum made you hiss and a smile came across his face.

“Oh, you don’t look so confident anymore, darling…” He whispered, holding your hair with his free hand. “That’s because you’re such a weak slut, right? Say it.”

“I’m a weak slut, Seb.”

“Good. Let’s see if you can take your punishment.”

Vettel spread your legs a bit, giving a hard slap on each cheek. While his other hand came back to the lower part of your body again, he smacked your flesh again. Your small whimpers made you feel a bulge underneath your body - he was so aroused with this somewhat roleplay of yours.

“So you think you can just tease me all night long, in front of my engineers and my boss and come out free? No, no, no. You’re a bad girl that needs to be taught.”

You couldn’t stop squirming under his touch, the slaps were making you feel so good, on the other hand, Sebastian was getting angry at all your movements, so he grabbed your cheek so hard that his fingernails left marks on it.

“Stop moving. Now.”

“Okay, sir.” You mumbled, however you earned a slap from it.

“Louder.”

“Okay, sir.” When he heard your words, he soothed your bum for a few seconds.

“Color?” He asked, fidgeting his hands on your underwear.

“Green.”

He took your panties out, letting his fingers pass into your core. The blond smiled to feel how damp it was.

“Such a bad girl, getting soaked with only a few slaps?” Sebastian smacked your cheeks again. “Let’s see if you can take it more than that. But remember, you can’t cum until I tell you so.”

His hand caressed around your sex, exploring its lips and entrance, but never your clit - which was making you ache in need of stimulation. Sebastian saw how much you needed that, so his thumb started to rub circles on top of it, while two fingers went inside of you, pumping insanely fast. You couldn’t hold your moans, that was everything you wanted in that moment - so did he.

The tip of his fingers moving inside of you were curled, making you get closer to your climax. You started to chant to Vettel “let me cum”, however he stopped moving, taking his hand out of your core, slapping your cheeks multiple times in punishment for asking to release yourself.

You whined in disapproval, but before you could protest any longer, his hand went to the little desk on the side of the sofa, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pink rabbit vibrator. He teased you for a few seconds, turning it on and massaging around your small lips, then suddenly, he pushed all of it inside of you, pulling a sore moan out of your lips. A chuckle came out of Sebastian’s when he saw how fucked out you were already, but it was just the beginning. His hands were smacking against your ass again and again, making you feel your skin burn from all the spanking.

You were getting close again, so you looked at him, batting your eyelashes and putting on your best puppy face.

“Oh, the little slut wants to cum? Should I let you?”

“Yes, please, Seb… I want it so hard.”

“Do you think you deserve a reward for being such a bad girl?”

“But I…”

“No buts. I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

He reached out for the vibrator, taking it out of you and turning it off. Vettel got you out of his lap, but kept you laying down on the sofa, so he could kneel right next to you. The German took out his button up and buckled off his belt, pulling his pants down with his boxers. He was very hard and leaking pre cum, which made you salivate, wanting him inside of you.

Sebastian opened your mouth and soon as pushing his dick inside of it, going at a slow pace at first, to make you used to it. As he quickened his pace, tears were pricking down at the corner of your eyes, while he muttered profanities in german. He was going so fast that you started gagging often - and if he kept feeling that on him, he wouldn’t last.

“Maybe after this… You do deserve to cum.”

He laid your body flat against the sofa, pressing your face against the cushions, while he positioned himself behind you. His blue eyes stared at your body lusciously and a smile crept up on his face, the way that the German was completely obsessed with your body, was on another level.

“You’re such a beautiful slut. That’s why I love to fuck you restlessly.” He whispered

Vettel let his cock play between your folds, getting all your wetness before he pushed all in once, making you whimper.

“Seb!” You whined, he was somewhat big, so that wasn’t the most comfortable way to get in.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“So what then? You can’t actually take it? Tell me.”

“You’re too big…” You whined again, feeling a hand come around your throat.

“C’mon schatz… You can take it. Don’t you want to be a good girl and cum?”

“I do.”

“So you can take up my cock.” He murmured against your ear, squeezing your neck slightly.

He was insatiable, his thrusts were fast and rough, making you sob with how hard he was going into you. To soothe you, he started to circle your clit again with his fingers, which you trembled with the action, feeling your climax close again, finally.

His free hand tightened around your hips, his pushes now being messier than ever - he was about to reach his climax too. You came on his length, squeezing him inside, in reaction, he groaned your name loudly, releasing himself inside of you. He pulled out slowly, earning a moan from both of you. Immediately after, his fingers were scooping the cum that was leaking out of you, pushing it inside again.

Sebastian sat down on the free space of the sofa, pulling your body to get lulled by on his lap. You laid your head on the crook of his neck, letting his hands hold you tight and feel the pampering kisses around your face.

“Was it good for you, liebling?” He muttered.

“Really good. And you?”

“Amazing.” He chuckled.

“I think I should tease you more then…”

“I’m not completely opposed to that, just to let you know.”

You chuckled too, grabbing his face and giving a deep and romantic kiss.

[agendabymooner]

sweet spoiled schatzi ! sebastian v. x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: there’s nothing more rewarding for bel and sebastian’s patience than a gift in a form of a two-year-old.

content warning: tooth-rotting fluff, mentions/talks of infertility and struggling to conceive, adoption and immigration. made-up article at the beginning and messages in the instagram post (full view to read it clearly) uncle mick!!!!! introducing our new character: little kimuel vettel <3

note: i need some sugary content so i made this sweet little blurb

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user1 OMG WELL DESERVED 🫶

user2 KIMI IS HIS NAME TOO 😭 i love that so much

user3 when mother is now mothering

lewishamilton looking forward to spoiling that little man ❤️ liked by belongvettel

belongvettel he already is spoiled 😂 seb hasn’t stopped with the constant scrolling through the f1 store website and telling me that “kimi needs this team’s car”

lewishamilton don’t worry, i’ll make sure kimi collects all of his mini mercedes cars and merch 😉 all for free

user4 grid’s new favourite vettel liked by belongvettel

ginaschumacher ughhhh what are the chances of me dropping by to say hi to him?

belongvettel seb says high chances 😁 you’re welcome to see kimi any time, tita gina!!!

user5 a new scuderia ferrari driver???

belongvettel seb would have to wait in the next thirty years before he can put kimi in a formula one car 😅

mickschumacher i can’t wait to introduce angie to him!!!

belongvettel i’m certain she and hi-ro will be the bestest friends of kimi!!!

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user1 UNCLE MACKIE— i might die of diabetes bc that is soooo sweet

belongvettel he was so excited seeing you mick! you’ve been a good godfather to him so far and i hope it stays like that forever ❤️ liked by mickschumacher

ginaschumacher i wasn’t aware we were allowed to do matching shoes with the little man 🤨

mickschumacher hehehe 🙈

user2 a little scooter for little seb. i repeat: little scooter for little seb 🥶

lance_stroll i’m gonna one up you next time mick 😈

mickschumacher i’d like to see you try; i’m the best uncle so far, according to kimi himself 😊

charles_leclerc i’m also gonna one up you mick; i’m gonna get the little man a tiny piano so he and i can play together😁

lewishamilton sorry guys i already sent some mercedes merch otw to switzerland so there’s really no point of trying if uncle lewis already won 🏆

user3 are the drivers just going to compete to win over little kimi’s heart???

user4 as of this point you might as well do the donut with him in the car- see how that’ll turn out for you all 🤣

[norrisleclercf1]

I need to know what the sleeping arrangement is I just know that Charles is a clinger when he sleeps like he has to be touching you and Seb and if he’s not touching either of you he’s sleeping on top of you lt just seems fitting and I can’t explain why

*sound of me cracking my fingers*

Okay, this is the only way, and the only way I will accept this and I literally talked about this with Mar @percervall. Now, you tend to slep in the boys shirts, doesn't matter the length you're wearing it and sleeping in it. Charles like to sleep in only his boxer briefs, yes boxer briefs shut up, he screams that. Sebastian is the one to sleep in old t-shirts and boxers. That's what you all wear to bed,

nowww when it comes to sleeping arrangements, Charles is very much the sleeping between you two. He used to sleep behind you and have you and sebby pulled into his arms, but he kept stealing the covers and the only way to stop him from doing it was placing him in the middle, which he was very happy with.

Seb isn't a clinger, tends to keep to his side while you're a mix, sometimes waking up in their arms or just curled into yourself sleeping peacefully. Charles on the other hand is a wild sleeper. Charles is obsessed with sleeping with his head either on your chests or your stomachs. He especially loves sleeping on your chest and with Sebastian he loves sleeping on his stomach.

He doesn't know what it is, but if he gets the opportunity to nap or sleep on Seb's stomach he's going too. Literally caused a fight once when you were cuddling on Seb and head resting on his stomach, Charles came back from a rough day wanting to cuddle Sebastian, but you refused to move and ooof it was a stupid fight but it got messy quick.

Anyways, Seb isn't a clinger but he's dating one and yeah he might hate waking up hot as hell but the sight of you or Charles comfortable and safe with him makes him feel better. You are a rather calm sleeper unless your not but Charles is the one you both have to be careful of, and I got carried away with this

[scuderiahoney]

I WANT YOUR MIDNIGHTS BLURB #6

BROKEN BOTTLE // SEBASTIAN VETTEL

Warnings: alcohol/intoxication, blood/injury (everyone is fine!), mild descriptions of blood/injury under the read more

You’re not sure what posses you to sweep up broken glass into your bare hands. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s sheer panic. There are only a few minutes until midnight, and now there’s glass and champagne all over the counter.

And blood, you realize. Blood, because there’s broken glass in your hands and you’ve cut yourself somewhere.

Someone makes a noise of concern. You turn and come face to face with Sebastian. Your cheeks heat up.

“Ah, liebling,” he sighs, taking in the glass in your hands, the blood dripping from your fingers. “What are we going to do with you?”

He leads you across the kitchen, holding the trash can open for you to dump the glass into it. Then he presses a paper towel into your hands. You almost expect him to leave it at that, but when you thank him and start to pull away, he grabs onto your upper arm gently. Then he whisks you away into the hallway nearby, and then into the bathroom.

The lights are bright, blinding almost, in comparison to the dim lighting in the rest of the apartment. You’re still a bit out of it, so Sebastian takes you by the hips and maneuvers you towards the counter. The blood is running down your wrist, now- you stare at it blankly.

“Here,” he says.

Then he’s lifting you, onto the counter, your feet dangling. You forget, sometimes, how strong he is. He pats your knee lightly and opens the medicine cabinet behind you. His eyes trace your face as he pauses for a moment.

“Are you alright?” He asks, voice low.

You nod, bite your lip. “Just… Fuzzy. I’ve had a lot to drink, and… I’m not the biggest fan of blood.”

“Ah,” he says, softly. He opens up a first aid kit on the counter next to you. “Would it help if I talked while I cleaned you up?”

You shrug, and then you nod. Sebastian laughs slightly. You feel warm all over. He takes your hand in his warm, calloused ones and unwraps the paper towel. You hiss a bit at the way it pulls on the cut.

“Good. It is not too deep,” he says.

Then he launches into a story. His eyes are focused on your hand, but yours are watching his face. He’s talking about his days at Red Bull, talking about races and teammates and something about the tires. You’re barely listening. Just watching. Watching the way his brows furrow in concentration, the way the tip of his tongue pokes out of the side of his mouth just a bit in between sentences. You can feel his fingers on your hands, though you don’t dare look. He puts a bandage on your skin.

Outside, in the living room, you hear the rest of the partygoers erupt into cheers. Midnight.

Sebastian smiles and picks up your hand. You chance a look at it- the blood is gone, the cut covered in a bandage. You blink, eyes flickering between him and your hand.

“All better,” he says. His hand is still cradling yours.

You nod. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I broke a bottle in your kitchen,” you remind him. “And it’s midnight. It’s midnight, and we’re in the bathroom.”

He pulls your hand up to be level with his face. You have to bite back a whimper when he presses his lips to the heel of your hand.

“And if I said I would rather be here than anywhere else in the world?” He asks.

You can feel your rapid heartbeat in the cut on your hand. “Then maybe I would say that you should give me a real kiss.”

He laughs, muffling the sound into your hand. “You are drunk.”

You sigh, eyes fluttering closed. “Not that drunk.”

“Yes, that drunk,” he says, teasingly. “You picked up broken glass with your bare hands. But tomorrow, when you are sober, if you still feel the same…”

You open your eyes wide, staring at him. There’s a soft smile on his face. You hold up your other pinky.

“Promise?” You ask.

He laughs, then hooks his pinky with yours. “Promise.”

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[vetteltea]

Sebastian Vettel and Baking Christmas Treats [no warnings]

Day 3 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

You have never been able to understand how your husband brings such a gentle wave of peace to a household, but you would never complain. 

Complaining would be pointless, especially when the ability to keep such a peaceful home had gained you an extra hour in bed that morning. It would have been so simple to let sleep overtake you, bury your head into your husband’s pillow and drift back into slumber, but curiosity had taken the better of you.

For a start, there was music coming from downstairs, upbeat, festive songs floating through the open-plan kitchen and up the stairs. You could hear his voice, singing along to each song which came on, only seemingly more performative in his vocals as they continued. Without hesitation, you slipped on the dressing gown which he had lovingly left at the end of your bed, adjusting the blankets on the bed and slipping away from the bedroom. 

“Sweetheart?” Your footsteps were clearly not as subtle as you had intended. It either must have been that or the fact that you had stepped on the one creaky stair; both of you kept reminding one another it needed fixing, though with the life you both lead, sometimes it was easier to place a job aside for another day. “Are you coming to join?”

Stepping into the kitchen, you were certain you felt your heart melt and rejoin in various patterns. Your husband stood at the counter, blonde curls which he had finally let you trim still as unruly as when you had first met. He’s wearing an old t-shirt, his pajama pants are clearly stained, though to you he is still the most handsome man in the universe. In one hand, he holds a baking tray, shortbread biscuits already baked and if your visual clues are correct, ready for decorating. In the other, a blinking, smiling one-year-old, her curls identical to her father, but blessed with your eyes. 

“Good morning, Momma!” His voice raises an octave, gently bouncing your daughter in his grasp and placing down the baking tray, his free hand now motioning you over. Your routine settles in, pressing a soft kiss to your daughters forehead, another to Sebastian’s lips. 

“Are we decorating, then?” You adjust the sleeves of your dressing gown, making sure that they won’t dip into the icing or sprinkles he had already bought out. It had become a tradition when you were first dating, long before the birth of your daughter or even moving in together; the first weekend of December was for making Christmas Cookies and watching movies. Whereas last year was some slapstick about a holiday romance, you were more than excited to flick back to an animation this year for the youngest member of the family. 

The youngest member in question has already transfixed onto the bright colors of the icing and sprinkles, cooing loudly and attempting to reach her tiny hand to grasp at the decorations. Your husband has always been a firm believer in physical development, hence why he gently leant forward, letting her hands grab onto what he thought would be one of the cookies they had baked whilst you had been asleep. 

It all happens too quickly for you to stop; one hand dips into the royal blue icing before lifting dramatically at the sensation, flinging her tiny paw away from the counter and into your husband’s face, his chin and lips now frosted in icing. 

For a moment, you think you’re about to have a crying baby and an annoyed husband - but, this is Sebastian. More importantly, his daughter inherits so many of your traits, though one which he holds close to his heart; the ability to laugh and smile anything off. Immediately, your daughter falls into a bout of giggles, her father being painted bright blue clearly amusing.

And of course, you can’t disagree, laughing alongside the baby as you walk over to the drying rack, collecting some kitchen paper to wipe away the frosting. 

“Thank you, my darling.” He shakes his head at the grinning baby, still in fits of giggles as you gently take her hand, wiping away the remaining icing, before turning the attention to your husband, gently cleaning his jaw and chin. When the icing only remains on his lips, you pull away, smirking. 

“I think you missed-” He begins, before realizing your intentions, his own grin mirroring your own. Lips are finally back on his own, the feeling of kissing you always identical to the first time; how his heart had raced and was shocked to believe it was actually happening. You were kissing him. 

He would have kept it up, completely forgotten the cookies for another hour, if he hadn’t felt a tiny hand on his cheek, a whine from his daughter. The moment he pulls away, her tiny face is pressed to yours, adamant that she now wants kisses from her mama. The two of you trade her off, letting her nuzzle into your chest and blink up at your face whilst keeping eye contact with her father. 

“Traitor.” He mumbles. “My own girls are against me!” It’s said with nothing but the sincerest amount of love, really. 

“Awah, she just wants to decorate cookies, don’t you?” Your attention presses to look at the baby, kissing the top of her forehead. Sebastian doesn't hesitate this time in stepping forward, his arm around your shoulder as you both step back towards the cookies, keeping traditions whilst adding a third member to the memories.

[beanmachine69]

Melting | Sebastian Vettel

Ferrari!Seb is literally my husband so here's a little fluffy drabble about him. Can you tell I don't like the summer?

(Implied smut, nothing too intense)

(picture credits to user sloane on Pinterest!)

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"I'm going to have a heat stroke." You huffed, annoyed at the weather.

You slumped on the couch with a loud thud, sunglasses and purse still in hand, shoes carelessly kicked around the hallway. Your dress was clinging onto you, and the house felt a tad too warm too, sure it was better than the oven you just stepped in from, but you still felt hot.

Opening your eyes after a few moments of cooling down, you looked around for your husband. Where did he go? You were just about to get up to look for him when he emerged from the kitchen, a smile plastered on his slightly damp face, two icecream bowls carefully balanced in his hands.

The sight in itself was adorable, and you couldn't help but smile. The icecream was a bonus to the cheery expression he had as he sat down on the couch next to you, handing you a bowl- the coldness of which was welcome by your sweaty hands. He adjusted himself to be closer to you as the two of you sat in silence on the couch, cooling down.

"Can I ask you something?", You asked, breaking the silence.

"I've already told you, I'll find a way to love you even as a worm." Sebastian replied, barely missing a beat.

"Oh shutup," You laughed as you gently hit his arm, which had snaked around your shoulder. "I was going to ask if you wanted to try something new."

At this point, the heat that had gotten to your head had given you the confidence required to ask the question. However, the heat cooled down pretty fast the moment you uttered the words, and you couldn't look up from your icecream. You and Sebastian were pretty vocal about your preferences in the bedroom and overtime you two had learned each other well enough- so technically, you didn't need to be blushing or hesitating this much anyways. You were just asking your husband to try something new in bed because you saw it online.

You definitely didn't need to look up to know that not only had Sebastian finished his icecream and was staring directly at you, but his face had also adorned his signature smirk. God, it was impossible to look at him at that moment without wanting to bury your face in his chest and just hide from those bright eyes. You already knew the jokes he'd say and all the teasing that would result from the question.

He nudged you a little, and you knew if you'd look up, you'd see that ridiculous smirk and that silly little shimmer in his eyes that indicated he was going to tease you.

"What's the matter?", You could practically hear his lips being tugged upwards, "Can't finish your request?" He asked. God, the cockiness never died with him.

"It's nothing." You mumbled, praying to God for a distraction so you wouldn't need to look up at him and talk to him.

You two had had these conversations before, you were a married couple, you knew your preferences and you two had tried several new things because of conversations like these. But somehow, right now, you couldn't get your mouth to open. All the effort you were using to talk seemed to be reallocating itself into blood that made your cheeks red. It was infuriating, you wanted to talk to him, he was your husband for crying out loud.

"Oh, don't back away now." He cooed, leaning closer to kiss your cheek, his stubble brushing against the soft skin. He placed the empty bowl down, freeing his other hand to creep around you.

"Seb, cut it out, its nothing." You mumbled, turning your face. Maybe the heat had rewired your brain, because you really did want to tell him, but you just couldn't. You almost hoped he'd just read your mind and get this interaction over with already.

You heard him chuckle, as his other arm wrapped around you, turning you to face him entirely. His blue eyes locked in with yours and you couldn't help the blush that had probably turned you entirely red by now.

"Oh baby, you weren't even this red in the sun." He teased, pushing you back, making you lay flat on the couch, caged under his arms, with your icecream bowl still in your hands. "You wanna try something naughty, don't you?"

Suddenly, everything was more eye-catching than your husbands' piercing blue eyes. Not wanting to be teased any further, you hummed an acknowledgement, which didn't seem to satisfy him. He brought his face even closer to yours, to the point where you could practically feel his lips mere millimetres away from yours. At this proximity, there wasn't much else to look at apart from those stupid eyes you fell in love with in the first place.

"That's my good girl." He smiled, knowing you had nowhere else to go, and definitely no where else to see. "Now, what was it that you wanted to try?"

After not hearing a response for a few moments, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He knew you were too shy now, all of a sudden, to say something, so he pieced it together himself. He was a smart man, and even smarter when it came to satisfying you. It was only when he did piece it together did that silly, devilish smirk find it's way back to his face.

He leaned in for a kiss, which you gladly accepted, bringing your hands to his face- leaving the half empty icecream bowl on your stomach. You felt him put his weight on one arm as the other moved towards your torso. He reached directly for the icecream in the bowl, hooking two fingers in the semi-solid contents, scooping it out and bringing it to your neck.

The sudden shock of cold startled you momentarily, making you gasp into the kiss. He placed the icecream in the dip in the middle of your collarbone, pulling away from the kiss and licking the icecream on your neck, inadvertently sending chills down your spine. You gasped his name out as his beard made contact with your soft skin and his lips began sucking the area where the icecream was.

"Is this something my baby wanted?" He asked, momentarily detaching his lips from your neck.

You nodded an eager response, making him smirk in your neck. Pulling his face back up to yours, he gave you a soft kiss before looking at you. God, he looked so good on top of you like this- even after all this time, he managed to make you blush and swoon like you would the first time you met him.

"Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?" He asked, knowing your answer already.

You blushed a bit as a smiled crept onto your lips. You nodded a yes, leaning up to peck him again. You were so glad he'd manage to figure out what you couldn't say, because frankly- given your state- you weren't sure if you would have been able to ever string that sentence out anyways. You were incredibly close to him, but sometimes he just had that stupid effect on you that left you smiling, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl.

You knew there was going to be plenty of teasing in the future, but in that moment, it seemed so worth it.

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A/N: i love seb so much, he makes me giggle sm. truly the love of my life, light of my eyes. I'm quite surprised I haven't written more about him.

As usual, send in requests or criticism, both would be appreciated! :)

[folkloresthings]

back hugging and the one in front just turns around to press their lips against the other's THIS IS SO SEBASTIAN PLEAES

[ kiss prompts ] back hugging and the one in front just turns around to press their lips against the others with sebastian vettel.

at the peak of his career, just off of his second world championship win, sebastian’s days were busy. between meetings with red bull about the car for next season and media commitments, it was rare that you got a moment alone with your boyfriend.

luckily for you, he was set to spend all of today at home. but despite waking up next to him and being in such close proximity, sebastian was still working. you did all you could to spend time with him, bringing him coffee when he was on a call or lounging nearby with your book while he answered emails.

just before dinner, you quickly hopped into the shower to give sebastian some peace for a phone call, taking your time to lather yourself in the vanilla body wash your boyfriend always complimented, slipping into one of his shirts when you dried off. padding into the living room, sebastian isn’t where you left him at your desk — instead, pottering around the kitchen with what you had left out for dinner.

“hey, whatcha doing?” you ask, hovering in the doorway.

“making you dinner,” sebastian replied, glancing back over his shoulder to smile at you. “nice shirt.”

chuckling, you feel your cheeks go warm. “i can make dinner. you should be resting, it’s your day off.”

with a sigh, his shoulders visibly fall. instantly the guilt rises in you; sebastian always felt terrible when he didn’t give you his full attention, when you were his second priority, despite the many times you reassured him that it was was fine. and now, on his day off, he had spent all of his time on his laptop.

“right, sorry.” his voice is quiet, hands busying themselves with cutting up some vegetables.

you frown, setting down your phone on the table and wandering over to where sebastian stands over the countertop. careful not to startle him, your hands wind themselves around his waist from behind, clasping at his stomach. resting your head between strong back muscles, squeezing all your comfort into him.

“i miss you,” you tell him, muffled into his soft shirt. sebastian’s hands instantly set the food preparation down, melting into your touch. without a second thought he turns in his place, your arms still wrapped around his waist, looking down at you now.

before he can get too lost in your sad eyes, he captures your lips in his. soft, slow, nothing but sweetness in his kiss. hands that cup your cheeks hold you like a precious stone, careful not to let you slip away. even when you part, he never gives up on making sure you feel every ounce of love he held for you.

“i’m sorry,” sebastian mutters, tickling your forehead with his curls. “i’m going to be around more, i promise. you are what matters to me, more than anything.”

nodding, you stretch up to kiss him quickly again. “i know.”

sebastian smirks, that cheeky look sneaking back into his eyes. “i could start now, if you want…”

“oh, yeah?” you giggle, hands sneaking under the hem of his shirt, brows raised. “can you still make us dinner first, though?”

“only if you’re my dessert, baby.”