#mafia!sebastian vettel

[norrisleclercf1]

are you still taking requests? If yes,can you pls write more mafia seb x reader? Preferably possesive/ fluff, maybe where the reader is pregnant too?🫶🤎💌tysm

A/N: I've missed Mafia!Seb so much

"Sebastian, I can easily build this room myself." Your husband was refusing to let you build the nursery. You weren't that far along in your pregnancy and just had a small little bump.

Yet, in your husband's eyes you could not even lift up a cracker without freaking out. "No, I do not want you and little bee hurt. So please, just let me help." He pleads, and you sigh sitting down on the floor touching your tiny bump.

"You know, most scary Mafia bosses let their wives do this thing." You point out but he just rolls his eyes at you. "Y/n, you are my wife and I refuse to let you do things that I can easily do. Now, shush and watch me build the crib." You roll your eyes and hear the doorbell go off. "I'll get it," You groan and head to the door and open it seeing Mick Schumacher at your door.

"Mickey!" You hug him tightly and he smiles picking you up slightly and caring you into the house. "Hello and hello little bee." Mick puts you down, touching your stomach. You smile and notice Sebastian behind you two glaring. "Seb!" Mick smiles and runs up hugging his dearest friend and 2nd father.

"Mick, should've called." Sebastian smiles, but you can tell he wasn't pleased. Sebastian didn't like when people bothered you two when you have little time together already as he spends so much time away. "I wanted to surprise you two! It's hard to spend time with you two together." Mick was a golden retriever.

He loved spending time with you both, as you were a safe place away from his home when even his own Mafia got to be too much. "That's so sweet sunshine, why don't we put on a movie and we can cuddle, yes?" You looked to Sebastian who was grinding his jaw but smiled and nodded.

Mick smiles and kisses your cheek and runs to the kitchen and you smile at Sebastian. "Stop, he was bascially our kid for a Sebby, let the boy stay. Things at home are probably tough right now." You explain as Sebastian drops his head to your shoulder.

"I wanted to spend time with my wife, instead I'm sharing you with our overgrown toddler." He grumbles and you sigh pushing his hair back. "Sebastian Vettel, don't you dare call him that again." You snap and he huffs but nods as you pull him to the movie area where Mick laid.

He had all your favorite blankets and the healthy snacks that Seb always got you. Sebastian couldn't help but smile at that and sighs but makes sure to lay on one of your sides and Mick keeps an arm around your shoulder and you three watch a movie.

[pocketrocketyuki]

I might have been writing something meant to be short and not serious...

Currently on 17k and counting, im not even at the real conflict, but I love writing it

Carlando, mafia AU, brothers (kind of) Charles and Lando, Maxiel because I can, and Jenson Lewis and Sebastian as father figures because I love them!

[jackhues]

the martins (monaco)

leader: sebastian vettel

pronounced: the mar-tins

based off of: aston martin / other teams

based in: monaco

motto: depuis la nuit des temps (from the dawn of time)

members (in order of importance): sebastian vettel, lance stroll, nico hulkenburg, other unnamed members

notes: most notably known as the greatest allies of the ferras, this gang is one of the oldest in the world. with roots stretching as far as the americas, this gang is most well known for its ruthless leader.

sebastian vettel, the leader of the martins for the past sixteen years, has managed to rank up a higher kill streak than any other leader. it's no surprise that someone would be willing to pay to get their revenge

[johnthescientist]

sebastian vettel you will always be famous!!!!!

[starkwlkr]

Do you know anyone else who writes for the older drivers? Wanting to find new reading material

i know a few :/ but here’s a list of some works for the older drivers that i’ve been reading by some very talented people! i’ll try to keep this list updated :)

@norrisleclercf1 has some mafia works withh older drivers that are amazing!!

death of a bachelor series by @astonmartingf

the kids are going to be alright by ^

fernando alonso

complicated by @unsolvedjarin

sebastian vettel

about you series by @drvscarlett

history series by @vettelsvee

grid kids series by @pucksandpower

mrsvettelsgarden by @vivwritesfics

padawan learner by ^

the race that mattered by @lorarri

glory days by @uluvjay

a shared history by @lucyrose191

jenson button

do i wanna know? by @formulafics

tis the dilf season by @beiasluv

tell it to my heart by @lovelytsunoda

mile high club by @bellewintersroe

only way by @starlost97

sweet sugar by @natailiatulls07

something devoured by @agendabymooner

you can’t disappoint a picture by @angsthology

i’ll always want you by @vinvantae

promiscuous boy by @libraryofloveletters

corny by @unsolvedjarin

womaniser by @sv5hive

mark webber

early mornings by @loonylupinblack3

light by @maxillness

vacay by @sweeterlovers

a new term by @whorekneecentral

the problem with following orders by @agendabymooner

brand new by @embrosegraves

nico rosberg

lost in the moment by @mynicosensesaretingling

lewis hamilton

do you remember it all too well by @leclercsainzz

bedtime stories by @alwayschoppedtaco

kimi räikkönen

thawed by @pucksandpower

don’t beat yourself up by @faithshouseofchaos

[blue1amory]

FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

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Alex Albon

It had to be me || coming soon

↳ the Thailands mafia king had to kidnap you after you see something you shouldn’t have.

Carlos Sainz Jr.

Dangerous territory || coming soon (+ Charles Leclerc)

↳ being the wife of the mafia of Monaco you never expected to fall in love either the mafia of Spain.

Charles Leclerc

Dangerous territory || coming soon (+ Carlos Sainz Jr. )

↳ being the wife of the mafia of Monaco you never expected to fall in love either the mafia of Spain.

A farewell amidst tears and angels

↳ This poetic piece, captures the poignant moment when a loved one faces the inevitability of parting, expressing a heartfelt wish for the survivor to find solace and happiness in the wake of their departure.

Daniel Ricciardo

On your deck || coming soon

↳ hiding on his ship maybe your greatest mistake

Esteban Ocon

↳ nothing yet

Fernando Alonso

↳ nothing yet

George Russell

↳ nothing yet

Kevin Magnussen

↳ nothing yet

Kimi Räikkönen

I want to be with you both || coming soon (+ Sebastian Vettel)

↳ being the daughter of Micheal Schumacher is hard but falling in love with the persons that had raced against him is even harder.

Think I need someone older

↳ you fell in love with Kimi and you ain’t afraid to let the entire world know with your new song

Lance Stroll

↳ nothing yet

Lando Norris

Is this really you || coming soon

↳ in which he only dated you because his friends made a bet with him

Not what I thought would happen || coming soon

↳ He, with love entire, cherished her—the brilliance in her eyes when joy doth alight, and the coy retreat behind his form when strangers approach, 'til comfort grants her ease. Ne'er did he envision a world set 'gainst their union.

Lewis Hamilton

One kiss is all it takes || coming soon

↳ you are the daughter of Toto Wolff. But because you could see your crush everyday. You decided to play with him

Logan Sargeant

↳ nothing yet

Max Verstappen

One picture to much || coming soon (+ Oscar Piastri) (part 1)

↳ paparazzi outed your poly relationship out to the world. You three deal with it your own way

Drive (part 2) || coming soon (+ Oscar Piastri)

↳ after all the drama you three continue your life without hiding your relationship

Mick Schumacher

A love unfettered

↳ poetry with the Mick Schumacher as main character

Nico Hulkenberg

↳ nothing yet

Oscar Piastri

you are the soul that fits into mine

↳ The fans call you the “it” couple, and you have 3 moment where you fell even more in love.

One picture to much || coming soon (+ Max Verstappen) (part 1)

↳ paparazzi outed your poly relationship out to the world. You three deal with it your own way

Drive (part 2) || coming soon (+ Max Verstappen)

↳ after all the drama you three continue your life without hiding your relationship

Pierre Gasly

Sweet nights || coming soon

↳ you never had a relax day, so Pierre had an idea

Sebastian Vettel

Hate that I love you! || coming soon

↳ You had to fall in love with your father’s rival

I want to be with you both || coming soon (+ Kimi Räikkönen)

↳ being the daughter of Micheal Schumacher is hard but falling in love with the persons that had raced against him is even harder.

Sergio Perez

↳ nothing yet

Valtteri Bottas

↳ nothing yet

Yuki Tsunoda

Why?

↳ nothing seemed to hurt her more than the pain she feels, because she loves him still.

Zhou Guanyu

A day of joy in attraction park

↳ you and your boyfriend go to the attraction park

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F1 x reader

↳ nothing yet

Driver x Driver

Nothing stops me from loving you || (Kevin Magnussen x Nico Hulkenberg)

↳ how can one hide his relationship while dating his teammate, simple it called fake dating

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[zindagi-jhandwa-firbhi-ghamandwa]

I wasn't a Lewis Hamilton fan before Max Verstappen became a title threat around 2020.

I liked Lewis, I respected him, but I liked Sebastian Vettel more.

Verstappen fans constantly accuse Hamilton fans of "playing the racism card." But here's the thing:

1. Max Verstappen's dad has made close to borderline racist remarks about Lewis Hamilton. He's also a known abuser who assaulted his wife.

2. Max Verstappen's mentor, Helmut Marko, has made racist remarks against Lewis and Checo, and is the son of a Nazi.

3. Max Verstappen's father-in-law, Nelson Piquet, has made racist remarks against Lewis Hamilton and made homophobic remarks to Ayrton Senna back in the day. Senna also happens to be Lewis' idol. He was also a loud supporter of the far right, homophobic, misogynist, former Brazilian President, Jair Bolsonaro, who appears to have picked up all his presidential traits from Donald Trump, who he's a close friend of.

4. Max Verstappen's wife, Kelly Piquet is also a vocal supporter of Jair Bolsonaro.

5. Max Verstappen himself used ableist and racist slurs on the radio during F1 races.

6. Also, Max Verstappen fans are automatically Fernando Alonso fans, who turned up to the Spanish grand prix in 2008 in black face with posters of monkeys with the caption, "Hamilton's family".

And Max Verstappen fans are known to constantly make racist remarks about Lewis Hamilton. Ask the reddit mods of any F1 community about it.

And yet he keeps getting away with it. Red Bull fans would talk about MaFIA and Hamilton whining, but if you've followed F1 over the decades, you'll remember all the incidents when Hamilton was penalized by the stewards for the smallest infractions and usually given the harshest penalty for it.

The 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix also showed that the FIA is far from supportive towards Lewis and in fact it's the other way around.

I'm not saying that all Max Verstappen fans are racists or white supremacists or Nazis.

I'm saying that all racists or white supremacists or Nazis who follow F1 are Max Verstappen fans.

That's why I support Lewis Hamilton now.

Edit: Apologies for the error, Kelly Piquet is his girlfriend, not his wife. I thought they were married.

Edit 2: Some more thoughts for the half dozen Max fans who got really annoyed by this.

I'm not saying he's a bad driver. He is perhaps the most talented Formula One driver in history. On the same day and in the same car, Max would beat Lewis more often than not.

But the guy is surrounded by racists and bigots and every bigoted F1 follower I've encountered is a Max fan, and these two facts make me look at him with suspicion.

Lewis fans are loud, theatrical, hysterical people who find conspiracies everywhere but I also see why they've become like that. Having to constantly fight back against racist dogwhistling can take a toll on your mental health.

Daniel Riccardo probably has the most fun fanbase in F1.

[norrisleclercf1]

Gonna stay off the beaten path here but Mafia Seb or hell Kimi (we all know how much I love him) gets rather clingy when the reader returns home from visiting family he just misses her so much because he couldn’t go with him due to handling business…

A/N: I'm going to write Sebby, he'd be such a baby if you ever left him for to long

He kept watching the tracker with such intent eyes that Kimi was sure he'd burn a hole through the screen. "Watching it won't mean her car gets here any faster." Sebastian turns and glares, leaving Kimi to roll his eyes. "Simp," He mumbles but Sebastian doesn't even care.

He just wanted you to be home and, in his arms, again. You have been gone for a good 2 almost 3 weeks. Having to leave as he needed to take care of some business and you couldn't be here for it.

Now he was just watching the tracker on your car letting him know just how far away you were from home. "Kimi, go home." Kimi doesn't have to be told twice as he walks out the back whistling. Sebastian smiles as he sees your car pull into the driveway.

Throwing the phone he moves quick and throws the door open. You jump out of the car and don't even get the chance to turn to him. Sebastian has you shoved into his chest as he holds you close and kissing you all over your face. Giggling you try to get free but he refuses to let you go.

"Sebby," You whine wanting to grab your bags but he doesn't let you as he picks you up with such ease. "Sebby," You whine again but he doesn't listen as he takes you into the house and dropping onto the couch. You both laugh as he buries his nose deeper into your chest. "Can't leave." He grumbles and you roll your eyes.

Playing with his blonde curls you sigh and kiss the top of his head. "I wasn't gone that long, love." Sebastian doesn't answer and you groan just wanting to shower. "Seb, let me go shower." You beg and feel some weight lift off you. "Thank you."

Except he doesn't let you go and instead carries you to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" "We're taking a shower," This was going to be a long week.

[dolene]

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george russell. max verstappen. charles leclerc. carlos sainz. lewis hamilton. sebastian vettel. fernando alonso. yuki tsunoda. lance stroll. lando norris. oscar piastri. logan sargeant. daniel ricciardo. mick schumacher. pato o’ward. liam lawson. ollie bearman.

[nataliawrites]

MASTERLIST

Charles Leclerc

Breathless

My Boyfriend’s Not in the Mafia

Related Instagram AU

No Big Deal

Daniel Ricciardo

TikTok on the Clock

Lando Norris

The Cat’s Meow

Lewis Hamilton

Plus-One

Max Verstappen

Crowning Glory

Labor of Love

Mick Schumacher

Thorn in My Side

Pierre Gasly

Love & Football

Opposites Attract

Sebastian Vettel

Sway With Me

Toto Wolff

Sweeter than Revenge

[f1tyreslightmyfyre]

Bloody Hearts - Pt. I

A Mafia-Assassin AU Lestappen Fic

Main Series List

Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW sexual content, explicit language, mafia assassins, general themes of murder as a profession

The Flying Dutchman

As Boss Horner's prized Bull, Max doesn't work just any job. He's relentless in his pursuit, calculating in his methods, and devastating in his precision. His reputation precedes him, and some even swear that he can't possibly be real. Only a ghostly specter - like his namesake - could be so unstoppable. This misconception doesn't bother Max, though - he knows the truth better than anyone and he's happy to set the record straight... even if no one ever lives long enough to learn the error of their ways.

It's nothing personal, really - just business.

The Pianist

Almost no one suspects that the charming, smiling Monegasque is Boss Mattia's favored one. It makes it easier for Charles to get close, to play them like his beloved instrument, to hear life fade like the last notes of a nocturne. Not every job requires his personalized, elegant finesse - but Charles never misses an opportunity to remind anyone who underestimates him that they do so at their own peril.

He's an artist, after all - and every artist has their own style.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL FOUND GARROTED WITH PIANO WIRE

"Once a Bull, always a Bull." Horner's tone is murderous after the news breaks. "They've killed one of our own... and they should fucking know what happens next."

GP glances up at his boss, fingers already poised over his phone screen. "Shall I call him?"

Horner's gaze leaves no room for doubt. "Only the best for The Flying Dutchman." His lips curl with lethal promise. "It's high time that we go take those Stallions for everything they've got."

Charles sighs, dragging ringed fingers through his curls. "You cannot imprison me in my own home, Carlos."

"Mattia begs to differ."

"I didn't kill him - why the fuck would I?" He shakes his head through his rising impatience. "Seb was a mentor - he was the best in our business... he taught me so much of what I know. So, tell me why - why would I want him dead?"

Carlos shrugs, unmoved. "Nobody cares why. The fact remains that it's done. The fact also remains that you're known as The Pianist and he was found murdered with piano wire -"

"Mate..." Charles scoffs in disgust. "Don't insult my professionalism like that."

"The Bulls are too busy seeing red to remember that you're not that sloppy." Carlos continues, his tone firm and unyielding. "Rumor has it that The Flying Dutchman has been called in, and Mattia... well, Mattia wants you to stay home, to lay low." He tilts his head as if daring Charles to defy him. "Do you think you can do that for him?"

Charles sips from a highball, sighting the other man across the elegantly posh bar. Even if his hands aren't stained with blood, one killer recognizes another.

Every photograph that Charles has ever seen of The Flying Dutchman is blurry at best, but Max is stunning. Broad shoulders rest beneath a bespoke suit. A light dusting of facial hair covers his strong jaw, and his lush hair holds a neat style with a rakish edge. His glacial blue eyes glitter in the soft, golden light as they pinpoint Charles in return.

Arousal sparks in Charles' veins as he burns under The Flying Dutchman's scrutiny. Perhaps... perhaps this job will be easier than he thought.

Charles gets a good, long look as the other man cuts a path towards him. Max moves with deadly, deceptive grace, and Charles shamelessly roams his gaze down the man's strong chest, lean waist, and powerful legs. The cut of his suit is criminal, but then again, so is Charles'.

Max's icy eyes continue to bore through Charles as he effortlessly slides onto the adjacent stool. "It's nice to meet you, Charles." He tilts his head in afterthought. "Formally, that is."

Charles runs his tongue along his top lip. "It doesn't surprise me that you know my name, Max."

Max hums his approval. "Who said anything about a surprise?" He turns to search for the bartender. "You had to know what would happen when you went after Sebastian."

"You only insult your own intelligence if you actually believe that." Charles sneers, gripping his highball.

"It does seem foolish, I agree." Max turns back around, his gaze cutting in the low light. "But aren't we all guilty of doing foolish things?"

Charles darts his gaze down Max's body. "Somehow that doesn't seem like your style."

"Doesn't mean that there aren't other ways to have fun." The corner of Max's mouth curls as he openly sweeps his eyes over Charles' face. "After all, kisses taste different with blood in your mouth."

"If you put your tongue down my throat, I will bite it off."

Max's smile widens, and Charles' cock twitches in his tailored trousers. "You know, the last person who talked to me like that ended up at the bottom of a river."

Charles' mouth curls to a smile of his own as he exhales a breathy laugh. He raises his highball to his lips, knocking back another mouthful. "We both already know how this is going to end."

Slowly, Max nods. "We both have jobs to do."

Charles slams the rest of his drink, steadfastly ignoring the ache growing between his legs as he rises. "We wouldn't be professionals, otherwise." He meets Max's gaze again, marveling at the powerful undertow of the man's glacial eyes. "Next time you see me, I'll be much closer."

"Next time you see me," Max says, smirk glinting like a knife's edge. "You won't see me coming."

Charles matches his smirk, leaning in and catching an inhale of intoxicating cologne tinged with gun oil. "May the best man win, mate."

Charles' knees bracket Max's hips against the cold floor. "I told you," Charles says, voice heavy with exertion as he pins Max with his body weight. "The next time you see me, I"ll be much closer."

Max's vision still swims from the impact of landing on his back, but he's hardly dizzy. Charles' warm weight is perfect against his thighs, and he's not entirely displeased even if his gun has slid out of reach. He rests his head back against the hard tile, gazing up into those gorgeous green eyes. "And so you are," Max simply says. "Though, I'm not going to praise you for your follow-through."

"No," Charles agrees, tightening his grip around Max's right wrist as he pins the limb next to Max's head. "But you have to admit - I did get the drop on you."

Max allows himself a cheeky chuckle. "What was it that you said to me, again? Oh, yes... you only insult your own intelligence if you actually believe that."

Indignation flashes in Charles' eyes and his knees dig forcefully into Max's hips. His hands move faster than Max can blink - almost. A lethal wire flashes into view, skillfully wield by The Pianist's dexterous fingers, and Max reacts. He wrenches free of Charles' other hand, lashing out in defense as he pitches his body weight against the leaner man.

A cry punches from Charles' chest as their positions reverse. Max immobilizes Charles' legs with his own, pressing flush against Charles' sprawled form beneath him. The wire lays forgotten and out of reach, abandoned just like his gun. Max's breathing comes in quick draws to match Charles', and even though they're both disarmed, they're both still dangerous.

In the nightly glow of city lights, Charles' eyes are even more mesmerizing up close. Max's blood rushes to his cock as he watches Charles' pupils expand to swallow up the green of his irises. Their chests heave together, and despite their black, sleek, tactical clothing - Max swears he can feel Charles' body heat searing his skin.

Charles tilts his head back, baring his graceful neck. The pale swath of skin begs to be marked by Max's teeth for the whole world to see. His body runs away with him, reducing to an all consuming need to wreck the lithe man spread beneath him. He widens the splay of his legs to accommodate his aching cock, breath hitching as he presses firmly against Charles' deliciously solid thigh.

Charles shudders, his own breath faltering as his eyelids flutter. He glances up at Max through long, thick lashes, his gaze still keen despite their lust-blown state. "And now?" Charles purrs, adjusting the angle of his hips against the press of Max's body. The prominent ridge of Charles' erection is unmistakable as he stares shamelessly up at Max. "What do you believe now?"

Max grinds his erection against Charles' thigh, emboldened as Charles bites his lip to stifle a whimper. "I believe," Max rumbles so low that it's nearly a growl. "That I'm going to mark you with my teeth until you beg me to fuck you. Until you cry out for me to fucking ruin you." He leans down, drawing Charles' scent deep into his lungs. "Then - and only then - will I let you leave here alive." He runs the tip of his nose along Charles' racing pulse as he shifts a hand to grip Charles' thigh, digging his fingers into the firm muscle. "Assuming you can still walk, that is."

"You... what..." Carlos still stares at Charles in open disbelief with saucer-wide eyes. The Spaniard blinks back at him before doing another head-to-toe assessment. "Were you hit by a car?"

Charles chuckles softly as his lips curl to a private smile. He doesn't own a shirt collar tall enough to hide Max's bruises and bites. Though, even if he did, he honestly isn't sure that he wants to hide them. His gait holds a slight limp, but he isn't entirely sure if it's from his efforts to scale the building or the blinding rush of Max's cock splitting him open on repeat. The memory licks a curl of arousal down Charles' spine, and his cock twitches with want.

"No, Carlos." Charles turns to face Mattia's other beloved Stallion. "It wasn't a car. Rather, it... it was more like a ghost ship."

"Dios mío," Carlos grumbles under his breath. "You never listen, do you? You were supposed to lay low!"

Charles gives a sharp shake of his head. "Not my style, mate." 

"Fuck your style! You're more useful alive than dead." He shakes his head, exhaling a frustrated sigh. "If your vanity gets you killed, Mattia will find a way to make it my fault - and I refuse to be punished for your stupidity." 

Charles places a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. "You wound me, Carlos - have you so little faith in me?" He lowers his hand down, fixing the other man with a hard look. "Don't let the bruises fool you. The Flying Dutchman is after the man who killed Seb, and since that man is most definitely not me, sticking close to him provides two great opportunities." 

"Oh, yes - a flawless plan." The force of Carlos' sarcasm could strip paint from the walls. "Stick close to the man who knows that you killed Seb and, therefore, is now trying to kill you." 

"He believes that I killed Seb. Big difference." 

"Beliefs are hard to change." 

"All the more reason to find Seb's killer before Max." 

Carlos' eyes widen, brows climbing to his hairline. "Max...? Oh, so now he's Max, is he...? Like you two are mates or something?" 

Charles allows himself a smirk. "We're hardly mates." As a general rule, he doesn't allow mates to fuck him until he's boneless and utterly wrecked. "But he's the most delicious challenge that I've had in years." 

Carlos blows a long string of curses in Spanish, raising his hands to his ears. "I am not hearing this." 

"Why haven't you killed him yet?" Sergio's voice echoes across the hallway outside Christian's office.

Max finishes adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket before glancing up at the Mexican. "Who?"

"You know damn well who." Sergio shakes his head with an irritated sigh. "Christian wants The Pianist's head on a platter for what he did to Sebastian."

"You don't need to remind me." Despite being much younger than Sergio, Max has cultivated a useful relationship with the older man. In many respects, it's better than the one that he had with Daniel when he first joined Boss Horner's ranks. But those days feel like ancient history now.

"Then, why are you wasting time?" Sergio's dark, keen eyes miss nothing as he searches Max's face. "His patience will run out. And then, it will be my turn."

Max knows that's exactly what will happen. But he doesn't want that for himself - nor, does he want that for Charles. He lets a smirk lift the corner of his mouth. "If Christian was really concerned or impatient about my progress, he wouldn't send you as his messenger."

[folkloresthings]

✩⡱ who i write for!

formula one: carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, lando norris, max verstappen, fernando alonso, lance stroll, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, mick schumacher, sebastian vettel.

stranger things: steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jim hopper.

game of thrones: jon snow, robb stark, jaime lannister, sansa stark, jorah mormont, tyrion lannister, podrick payne.

house of the dragon: daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, lucerys velaryon, alicent hightower, harwin strong.

marauders: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black.

the last kingdom: uhtred ragnarson, sihtric kjartanson, osferth, finan.

other: nate archibald, dan humphrey, logan huntzberger, dead poets.

(italics indicate current favs. these will change over time.)

✩⡱ rules + guidelines.

i will write: fluff, angst, smut (18+!) and suggestive content, polyamorous relationships.

i will not write: severe gore or harm, non—canonical sexualities, incest, hard kinks, abuse or rape, gang or mafia au, any use of excessive alcohol or drugs, extreme mental health issues (eg. eating disorders, depression…)

p.s.

i write fics (any length), blurbs and drabbles, headcanons. in the future, i may start writing ships. i’ll do pretty much any form of writing if i’m feeling it.

i always try my best to make all of my readers gender neutral, however writing may lean towards a female narrative. if you would like your request completely gender neutral, just let me know!

you can request these for any character from the list above! if a character you want is not listed, still ask! i’ll always try my best.

[fxrmuladaydreams]

!! REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED !! (however i will always accept brain dumps about the drivers if you ever want to submit an ask for that)

🤍rules🤍

I will not write any dark content (stalker, mafia, possessive to a point)

I have the right to deny any requests I don’t think I can write/don’t vibe with

I do not have taglists/I will not tag people in my fics. I’ve done them before on previous accounts and there’s really no benefit to me having them, the people on them usually turn out to be ghost readers

🤍drivers i’ll write about (fluff/angst/smut all welcome)🤍

Max Verstappen

Sebastian Vettel

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

George Russell

Pierre Gasly

Logan Sargeant

🤍poly relationships i’ll write (all are still x reader)🤍

lestappen

norstappen

charlos

carlando

landoscar

loscar

[ao3-feed-4433]

New 4433 fic: "Bloody Swing" by Pumpumpkinwitch

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tXBFydu by Pumpumpkinwitch The Dutch Lion roared in delight on the bodies dropping beneath him when suddenly his attention was caught by The Diamond of the Lauda Empire. He was getting everything that he had been jealous of others close in his life... Love Words: 1046, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Max Verstappen, Kimi Räikkönen, Sebastian Vettel, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr, Fernando Alonso (Formula 1 RPF), Jenson Button, Valtteri Bottas, Alexander Albon, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Nico Rosberg, Niki Lauda, James Hunt (Formula 1 RPF), Sergio Pérez, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Max Verstappen, Kimi Räikkönen/Sebastian Vettel, Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr, Fernando Alonso/Jenson Button Additional Tags: Organized Crime, Italian Mafia, Alternate Universe - Mob, dons, Alternate Universe - Not Racing Drivers (Formula 1 RPF), Fem Lewis, fem sebastian, Fem Charles, Fem Jenson, The Iceman - Freeform, The Dutch Lion, The Chilli, The Spanish Samurai, underboss - Freeform, Guards, Italy read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tXBFydu

[norrisleclercf1]

How'd the overprotective mafia! Jenson, Mark and Kimi react when someone hurts or hits on their wife who's shy and sunshine like? I am curious what you think.

A/N: Screeching like a bat out of hell! Also I added Sebastian to this because come on, you can't say those 3 and not add Sebby

Jenson:

He's the quiet one where he wouldn't say anything

It was a dinner party at his own house and you were

sitting next to him but talking to some of his men

everyone knew you as this ray of sunshine who'd

get shy and blushy whenever Jenson smiled at you

but anyways, there was this new rookie who was

trying to be smooth on you not caring for the

glares being passed his way as he flirts with you

Jenson is watching make sure he doesn't make you

uncomfortable but he can see the way the guy is getting

annoyed with you ignoring him and just small answers

"Fuck didn't take you to be a stuck up bitch."

the table falls silent as the guy huffs thinking nothing wrong

You cast a look to Jenson, who slowly stands

not saying a word he reaches out and slams the mans

face into table a sickening crack as you cringing

the guy crumples to the floor lying there in a puddle of blood

"Let's go to bed, darling." He whispers holding his hand out

Mark:

Everyone knows that your a shy one

Mark was always towering over you like a shield

he refused to let you be exposed to his world

and tended not to bring work home, though

on rare nights he is having to bring it home and it was one of

those nights where he his bringing his men over

it's late in the night when you wake with a start

the sound of multiple voices has you climbing out of bed

wrapped tight in one of Mark's shirt you poke your head out

hearing his voice and still fogged with sleep you walk to the

office and push open the door not even thinking

"Mark?" The voices stop as you rub the sleep from your eyes

Mark feels this overbearing need to rip every mans eyes out

as they take in your body, his shirt on you and how innocent you

look in this moment

"Kitten, go back to bed." He whispers, holding tight on the burning

anger and jealous choking him

"Yeah sugar, the boss needs you to keep his bed warm so he can fu-"

The man stops talking as Mark moved fast shoving the barrel of

his gun down the man's throat

you stand there, eyes still closed partially unable to see the scene

"Y/n, kitten, please go back to bed. I'll join you soon." Mark's voice

stays soft with you but his eyes burn with rage

"M'kay." Turning and walking away, Mark let's the sickening smile take over

Kimi:

A blizzard attitude that melts under your smile

well known to never damper your smile in front of the boss

as he'd level you with those frozen blue eyes

"Kimi, pretty please?" You beg giving him puppy eyes

Kimi smiles softly, as you lay on his chest, not caring

that his men were watching you both

"Snowflake, we'll go later. Let me finish here." He whispers

kissing your cheek and then nuzzling your neck

Huffing you nod and pull away smiling though

as you knew Kimi could never say no to you

Walking past his men you smile, but stop hearing one of them

mumble something

"Spoiled bitch." They hiss which has your smile dropping

suddenly feeling sorry that you even asked Kimi ]

A warm hand touches your lower back, almost burning you

"Go upstairs and get dressed, we'll go shopping in just a sec."

Your husband kisses your cheek, but his eyes didn't hold any warmth

the door closes as you go upstairs, trying to shake out that man

words to you

"Who said it?" Kimi face void of emotion but his eyes blazed

"Either someone fesses up, or I kill you all? Who said those words that stopped her smile?" Kimi asks slowly filling his gun with bullets

Sebastian:

A hot head in the making that refused to involve you in his fights

there would be fights in front of you, but Seb always shielded you

"Sebby, let it go. Come on." You beg as his men and the rival mafia

started to grow as you try to tug your husband away

"No, he insulted you." Sebastian spits, but you don't care

you can see the anger growing more

"I don't care, just take me home. Please?" You beg clinging to his arm

"Awww your little whore scared?" You don't know who said it

but Sebastian spring free as all hell breaks out

Chaos swarms you and you don't know how

but trying to get close to Seb your smacked right across the face

dropping to the ground, your men freeze as they all stare in horror

"Y/N!" Sebastian yells, suddenly at your side cradling your face

"Take me home, please." Your voice soft as his face crumbles

"Take care of them," He growls in German as he leads you away

he doesn't always need to get his hands dirty to get his point across

[blorbocedes]

☠️and🎁 for mafia fic!

☠️ did you consider killing off any characters?

well. the fate of sebastian vettel is still up in the air 😢 what DID Ferrari do to him after hockenheim... why was Charles called back so mysteriously, pulled away from his racing career... after a death in the family...

🎁Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

none whatsoever 😭 cause my fic started off as a pwp inspired HEAVILY by mondaycore's masterpiece mafia au. literally the scene where carlos [redacts] a C on lando is direct inspo of their razor shaving scene. it accidentally sprawled into entire plot... I guess my advice would be to know your characters. their character motivations should make sense to you, even if everything isn't revealed yet in the text. i love when mafia aus embrace the camp, just go all in!!! make someone kiss the ring!!! give them an engraved gun!!!