#f1 dilf

[beiasluv]

may i request love languages w the f1 dilfs please? 🙈

a/n: eeee yes!! request is still open 😘

They say that there are five love languages: physical touch, quality time, acts of service, gift giving, and words of affirmation…

— jenson button

Words of affirmation. He could never go wrong by telling you how much you drive him crazy in that sweet little dress he got for you or, just, simply existing in his life. Jenson Button knows how to sweet talk into your heart – he doesn’t have to try. If you got your nails done in a different shade, your hair a little shorter than usual? It wouldn’t be left unnoticed and unappreciated. And he doesn’t get anywhere without texting you a ‘good morning, my darling’ text, nor he could not go to sleep without one. And he wouldn’t leave the home without hearing you say ‘I love you.’ It’s that simple.

— sebastian vettel

Physical touch. Sebastian loves touching you in more than one way or the other. It takes just a simple gesture like a hand on your lower back, or firmly around your waist if he’s feeling territorial – but he’s past that phase. You could be walking in a crowd of thousands of people or just in a dimly lit street in Switzerland and he wouldn’t dare to let go of your hand. It’s just the way he wraps his arms around your waist when you lean a little too far over the edge or he way caresses your checks when he pulls you in, tracing the lines over and over like he is lost in your eyes. Also. Hugs are compulsory.

— mark webber

Acts of service. One way or the other, Mark is going to find a way to shower you with his love – one being a good old-fashioned gentleman for you. He ties your shoes, adjusts your dress, and opens the Porsche for you, and he does it unconsciously. Holding your hair up when you’re trying to wash your face. Then you’ll find yourself getting carried up the stairs to the bed when you’re a little under the weather, or just because your heels were getting a little too uncomfortable for your own good. He doesn’t complain – and will drop anything in a heartbeat for you.

— fernando alonso

Gift giving. He’s older than most drivers, he knows, but he also knows how to get to your heart. He’s the best at spending all he satisfied on the only agenda on his mind – you. He wouldn’t mind cashing out his black card, hell, he thinks you could even have it. But the joy of seeing your surprised face was even more fun than winning almost every race. You could walk hand-in-hand and the moment you glance at a mannequin for a little longer than he liked, that shop is coming home. It’s fun and games when your partner loves giving gifts, until he’s a formula one driver – a billionaire, perhaps.

[feraltwinkseb]

March 2, 2024 - Sakhir, Bahrain Source: James Moy/Alamy Live News

[loonylupinblack3]

Early Mornings

Pairing: Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: none :)

Summary: just some short fluff with husband!markwebber

Word count: 0.6k

The sound of your husband's incessant alarm woke you up from your slumber. You groaned, opening your eyes groggily as the heavy weight around your waist disappeared, Mark's hand finding the alarm and turning the god awful sound off.

You felt his arm wrap around your waist again, Mark's stubble brushing against your cheek, pressing a kiss on your skin as he whispered in your ear.

"Morning," he murmured, voice gravelly.

You made a sound of complaint, closing your eyes and pressing your face into the pillow. Mark laughed, lazily stroking your bare arm with his finger.

"Come on Love," he urged quietly. "We've got to get up now."

You whined, rolling over into your husband's chest. His arms wrapped around your body on instinct, holding you close. "Five more minutes."

He laughed again, brushing your hair from your face. "I'm afraid not Darling. We've got the race today."

You groaned. "I thought you retiring meant I didn't have to wake up early for these things anymore."

Mark shook his head at your attitude, at your unwillingness to leave the comfort of your shared hotel room, the soft sheets and warmth of his embrace.

So he pulled away, removing his arms from you and leaving the bed. You whined again, pouting at him as you cracked your eyes open. Mark just grinned, moving forward to kiss you on the head before walking away, no doubt to get ready.

You closed your eyes again, savoring the short amount of rest you had left, even though knowing you'd regret it later when you were rushing to get ready on time.

What felt like seconds later but were no doubt minutes your husband was back, hands gently shaking your shoulders. "Now you really do need to get up."

You let out a huff but managed to sit upright, wincing as the bright lights assaulted your vision. Mark smiled and rewarded you with a chaste kiss, a hand going to the back of your head as he did so. His lips tasted fresh, minty, from brushing his teeth.

As he started leaning back you pulled him close, a hand going to his waist and tugging him forward until he lost his balance, falling on the mattress. You grinned and climbed on top of him before he could get back up.

"I vote we stay here," you said.

Mark sighed at your antics but he was smiling, staring at you with quiet adoration. "You know we can't. It's Oscar's home race. We have to be there for him."

At the mention of Oscar, your husbands protégé and what was a son like figure to you, your determination to stay in bed cracked slightly. Enough for Mark to slide you off him and coax you out of the sheets.

"Come on Darl, I promise I'll make it up to you."

You narrowed you eyes at Mark, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands finding your waist like they always did. "You promise?"

He smiled. "I promise."

You deliberated for a moment longer, all the while your husband's hands roamed your back, trailing up and down your spine, following your curves, kneading your flesh, touching you in any way he could, one of Mark's favourite things to do, before you sighed.

"Fine. Let me get ready."

Mark smiled and kissed you on the cheek. "Knew you had it in you."

You grumbled as you untangled yourself from him, walking into you en-suite to finally start getting ready. "I'm holding you to that promise.

Mark smirked as you disappeared from view, murmuring under his breath, "I wouldn't expect anything different.

[norrisleclercf1]

I'm just going to lay in my grave now

[f1version]

joke’s over guys please come back

[strollist]

lance in aston’s instagram video 💚

[scrollonso]

idk how it’s gonna sound butttt… a new au where lance is single dad and nando is a stepdad 🥹 i’m dead every time i get to see nando with children GIVE THIS MAN A KID😭

TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST,, rn it's just a little blurb but I might make it a little more once i finish First Kiss 😭 (1.5k words)

Lance pulled into their new driveway, his daughter screaming excitedly behind him

"We're here, Lilah, wanna look at your new room before we take in groceries?" He said, not really meaning the we, a three year old girl wasn't much help.

"Yes, please!" She shouted, signing please on her chest. Lance had made sure to teach her sign language before she learned to properly speak, before she was born he had joined a "mummy and me" facebook group looking for help and that was one of the many things he was told to do.

Lance hummed, turning off the car and going back to take Delilah out of her carseat, helping her step out of the car before heading inside.

It was a gorgeous house in a safe neighbourhood, Lance figured as she got older living in a one bedroom apartment would get harder and harder so as soon as he had the chance he asked his best friend Esteban for help in house hunting and eventually moving the furniture in. Delilah's mom decided she didn't want to be in her life almost right agter giving birth to her, it had been scary, being a single dad at 22, but he had such a great support system and an even greater little girl.

"Come on, daddy" She spoke, snapping him out of his thoughts as she tugged on his pants leg

"Yes, yes, let's go baby" Lance smiled, quick to swoop her up and carry her upstairs to her bedroom, already adorned with all of her favourite things. The walls were painted a pale blue with cloud lights hanging from the ceiling, at the apartment they had before she was always sneaking out to play outside so he hoped making her room feel outside would limit that.

"This is mine, daddy?" She asked, looking away from all the toys, books, and stuffed animals to face her dad

"Yes, princess, all yours" He nodded, not able to help the wide grin on his face as hers lit up

"Thank you, daddy!" She signed again, holding her arms up to her dad to ask for a hug, he was quick to accept, squeezing her tight as she giggled

"You can play up here while I bring in groceries, okay? Then I'll make you lunch" He pulled away, the little girl nodding and running to the toy chest in the corner of her room to see what was in it as Lance made his way downstairs.

He finally finished putting away the gorceries, wandering back upstairs to ask Delilah what she wanted

"Lilah, are you hungry?" He spoke before walking into the room, startled at the emptiness "Lilah?" He called again, now beginning to panic at the absence of his daughter.

Delilah peeked past a tall white fence, eyes locking on a man who was laying down in the sun, he looked like he was sleeping

"Excuse me?" She spoke, the small voice causing the man to open his eyes

"Hello, sweetie" He spoke, sitting up and shooting her a puzzled look, wondering where she came from. He could tell by the change of her expression that she'd never head an accent like his before

"My daddy said laying in the sun causes you to get red and hurt" She spoke matter-of-factly

"Your daddy sounds very smart, where are your mommy and daddy now?" He asked, now a little concerned

"My daddy is in the kitchen, mommy left"

Fernando tried to hide his shock at the bluntness of the little girl, just nodding at her words

"I see, where is your kitchen?"

"In my new house!" She said with emotion for the first time "Me and my daddy just moved in, he painted my walls blue and i have clouds in my rooms sky!"

He couldn't help but smile at the talkative little girl, part of him worried at how quickly she was to be comfortable around a stranger

"Do you remember which house is yours?"

"Uhm..." She trailed off, tapping a finger on her chin before swiftly shaking her head and muttering a nuh-uh

Fernando nodded, standing up from his chair and holding out his hand "Let me help you find it"

"My daddy said I shouldn't go places with strangers"

The Spaniard couldn't help but laugh, this little girl wandered into his backyard and now that he was trying to return her she was worried about him being a stranger

"I pinky promise I'm nice, I just don't want your poor daddy worrying about you, sweetie"

"My daddy isn't poor! My poppy says we have all the money"

"Of course, Sorry for assuming" Fernando smiled down at her, crouching and holding out his hand "Now, how about we get you back to your rich daddy?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, her small thinking face was extremely endearing. She held out her pinky to the strangers hand "Pinky promise you're not mean"

He locked pinkies with her right away, shaking their hands a little bit before standing up "I pinky promise"

"Okay!" She smiled, grabbing onto two of the mans fingers as they walked, Fernando almost not noticing how she was just staring up at him

"You need to look for your daddy, not at me, sweetie"

"You're handsome, do you wanna meet my daddy?"

"Do I-" He laughed, shaking his head at the little girls comment as he picked her up "Let's focus on getting you home"

Lance was horrified, he checked every room in the house before realizing he didn't shut the door after bringing groceries in, leaving the house to see the white gate was open too

"Fuck, oh my god." He muttered under his breath, trying to stop himself from pulling his hair out as he look around the yards and sidewalks nearby. Delilah was smart, she was cautious most of the time so he knew she wouldn't have crossed the street without a hand to hold but he also knew she was way too friendly

"Daddy!" He heard a voice call after what felt like forever, his head turned to the voice and before he knew it he was scooping her up from the strangers arms, hardly acknowledging him

"God, Lilah, You can't do this now that we have a new house, I had no idea where you where."

"I met a nice man, daddy! He's just like those guys you call cute in the movies!"

Lance had to stop himself from covering her mouth, taking a deep breath before turning to the man

"I'm so-" Fuck. Delilah was so right. He was just like the guys he calls cute in the movies, he was gorgeous, Lance almost collapsed at the sight of the brunette man in front of him

"I'm Fernando" The older man spoke, holding a hand out to the young dad "I live two houses down"

"Hi, I'm Lance" He smiled, taking the (audibly) Spanish mans hand with no hesitation "Thank you so much for bringing her back, please don't think badly about me this doesn't usually happen" He tried to laugh it off to hide his embarrassment

"Is okay, she was great company."

"Are your kids older?" Lance asked, figuring that since the man was so amazing with Delilah right away he mustve beem a dad

"I wish, no, Is just me"

"Oh" Lance nodded, hoping his excitement wasn't visible

"Daddy, he's single!" The little girl whispered (very loudly), Fernando smiling at the pair

"Lilah, You can't just-" He began to speak

"Are you-" Fernando started, both of them pausing to let the other speak "Would you want to get coffee or something? Sometime, or not, is okay if no"

Lance laughed, something so charming about the comdination of the mans accent and flustered blabbering "I'd love to, I hope you don't mind if Delilah tags along?"

"Of course, could I have your number? To plan, of course"

"Yes, to plan" Lance smiled, taking the phone Fernando was holding out to him and putting in the numbers "Can't wait, Fernando"

He smiled, nodding at the two before stepping back to leave "I'll see you soon?" He half questioned half stated, Lance begining to respond before Delilah cut him off

"Yes! Bye bye, Nando!"

"Do you like him daddy" Was the first thing out of the girls lips once they got inside, her dads face flushing at the suggestion

"I think its bedtime" He teased, picking her up as she began wiggling in his arms

"Daddy, no!" She giggled, trying to squirm her way away from him "I'm gonna tell Nando to not go out with you if you make me go to sleep!"

"Fine" He groaned, a smile on his face right after, looking forward to whatever was to come with him and the Spaniard (and his little princess)

[skitskatdacat63]

I was showing my mom various eras of Nando, AND SHE SAID PUPPY DOG MCHONDA ERA LOOKS LIKE PUSS IN BOOTS HAHAHAHHAA

I'm not gonna be able to stop thinking about this comparison for a while 😭😭😭😭😭

[zerotosixty]

Fernando Alonso at 40: in his own words

[gif] aston martin post on fernando finishing p3 at the 2023 bahrain grand prix / [text] speedweek article / [image] fernando celebrating his p3 at the 2021 qatar grand prix / [text] 2022 french grand prix, radio messages, post-race interview / [image] fernando ahead of 2022 italian grand prix / [text] the-race article / [image] fernando qualifies p2 for the 2022 canadian grand prix / [text] motorsport article / [image] fernando and his trophy after finishing p3 at the 2023 bahrain grand prix / [text] drive to survive, season 5, episode 5: pardon my french / [gif] aston martin 2023 preseason photoshoot

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[beiasluv]

what would they call you | f1 d!lfs

a/n: beat that bitch called writer block, send me requests 😘

— jenson button

He’s a classic British man, of course, he goes by ‘darling’, ‘my darling’ if he’s feeling possessive, ‘love’, or ‘sweetheart.’ It just makes sense for him to call you all those sweet things. Hell, it clicked right in his mind how you should be adored and loved and appreciated by all the means he could – one being the best partner you could’ve ever wished for. All things aside, nickname comes with the inevitable arm around your waist, and stop thinking you could escape his kisses on your neck.

— sebastian vettel

Sebastian was known for being charismatic on – and off – the track, you knew it well, and many interviewers he sent into uncontrollable blushes. But one thing he never failed to do was to make you feel special like you’re the only one he could ever see for the rest of his life. And if it’s one thing he could do as your good old lovesick German boy, it is him calling you his ‘schatz’ or just his ‘liebling.’ His favorite part being wiping his confused look from your face with a kiss on your lips, promising you to a needed German lesson.

— mark webber

One thing Aussies are known for were shortening things, that aside, he promised his love for you wasn’t applicable to that – nothing could do that. With one look, you could send him back through his years, making him feel like fresh out of an adrenaline pumping race again. Mark loves to call you his ‘sunshine’ or when days were a little gloomier, you are his ‘sugar.’ As if it wasn’t like most of your time in Australia were spent lounging next to the pool in his home together, helping each other applying sunscreen and a kiss on the cheeks.

— fernando alonso

He’s a Spaniard, do we have to explain more? His accent is thick and you know what’s thicker – his adoration for you of course. He could never go wrong by calling you his ‘hermosa’ or his ‘bonita’ if he’s feeling a little softer – dolling you up in the way he likes, in that little dress he brought for you. He could go days and days teaching you how to speak his language, but you already know the way to his heart. And just so you know that when you’re his ‘puta’, there’s no way in turning back.

[feraltwinkseb]

German Sustainability Prize 2023 / For the 16th time, pioneers of sustainability will be honored together with the federal government and other partners at the Martim Hotel November 23, 2023 - Düsseldorf, Germany Source: Imago / Alamy Stock Photo

[yrsonpurpose]

JENSON BUTTON Canadian GP 2023

[vettelbee]

respectfully gonna need fernando to recreate his little cowboy hat photos for austin

[starkwlkr]

i’m listening to the rocky horror picture show soundtrack and one of my favorite songs is touch-a, touch-a, touch me so now i feel obligated to write something with the f1 dilfs and that song maybe reader gets the part of janet and whichever f1 dilf i decide to write for is like “hey, aren’t you supposed to practice?👀 i can help you”

like it’s such a good song 😭 i’m currently listening to victoria justice’s version and it’s so underrated i liked her as janet idc what anyone says

yeah this is such a random idea BUT THATS HOW ALL MY IDEAS COME TO ME I SWEAR 😭 like my mark fic (boys on the radio) i was literally listening to celebrity skin by hole and boys on the radio came on and yeah that’s where i got the idea lol

but yeah idk who i should write for so help me out babes <3

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