#rbr

[tommydarlings]

It will come back | s.v

pairing: switch!rbr!seb x switch!reader

warnings: brief mention of dacryphilia 

w/c: 0.8k

summary: after acting like a brat, sebastian talks some sense into you, but oh how the tables can turn.

song suggestion: It will come back by Hozier

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Your poor vision was blurred as you stared up at your boyfriend Sebastian with a focused gaze, hands trembling beside your hips as you listened to his threatening words,

“C‘mon, you know better than that, babe…” Sebastian raised his brows at you, dark eyes glancing down at you, mischievous grin painted on his lips.

You looked at the floor and bit your bottom lip, feeling nervous and very, very intimidated and Sebastian obviously noticed that, “don’t act like that now — look at me,” he raised your head by your chin with his fingers, “that’s perfect,” he smirked.

“You know better than to not look me in the eyes, you know how much I hate when you don’t look at me while I’m talking to you, right?”

Sebastian pulled your body slightly closer to his as he waited for you to answer him and you finally nodded, “y-yes, I know Sebastian,” you mumbled quietly.

He licked his lips, “acted like a disrespectful brat before, acting like an innocent angel that could do no wrong now…” your boyfriend chuckled, “you could have made all of this so much easier for yourself… but of course you just didn’t wanted to listen… you never listen, do you?” The redbull driver raised his head a bit.

You didn’t dare yourself to make a single sound, let alone say anything, Sebastian went on,

“I already told you, don’t feed that disgusting ego of mine, because it will all come back in the end,” he whispered before he leaned in closer, mouth brushing over your cheek in the softest but at the same time most hunting manner you have ever witnessed.

His thumb slowly caressed the skin on your chin, making you quietly sigh while you felt his grin only widen.

But as soon as Sebastian caught you smiling, his grin fell, thumb immediately halting on your chin again,

“Oh you know better than to smile at me like that,” he bit his inner cheek while your soft fingertips lightly caressed his palm, simply trying your best to get him back on your side again with that infamous charm of yours that he also fell in love with.

He briefly glanced down at your hand, “And you know better than to touch like that, baby,” he grinned at you again, forcing a smirk out of you.

You cleared your throat, “Oh do I? Do I really know better than that?” You asked in a hush tone.

“What happened to that pretty little lady that I met on the first date of ours, huh? The one that would never run her mouth and simply nod?” Sebastian furrowed his brows with a prominent smile on his face.

You grinned and got on your tippy toes, leaning in just a tiny bit closer before you opened your mouth, “I guess I’m just something else when I see you,” you shrugged carelessly.

The young redbull driver grinned from ear to ear, “oh yeah?” He nodded.

You nodded as well, “oh yeah,” you whispered.

“Does your ego also get disgustingly bigger? Do you get all confident and cocky and feel like nothing in the world can stop you?” He raised his brows, “is that it what you feel when you’re acting like a nasty brat in front of me, huh?”

You nodded along his words, your evil smirk only showing him how right he is,

Sebastian shook his head with a smirk, “well then I should never tell you how easy you are to need, liebes,” darling, the German’s tone got quieter and calmer, “so, so easy,” he shook his head as you both leaned in, the tips of your noses already touching each other.

You grinned up at him as well, both hands now on his biceps as you stole a quick glance at his soft lips, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said in a raspy tone and nodded along before he suddenly decided to mock you in a joking way, “oh please, give me mercy no more, baby,“ he teased you pathetically, making you smile against his lips.

You were so close to each other, some would may say almost too close but there’s no such thing when it comes to you and Sebastian.

His lips brushed against yours, palms gripping your waist, pulling you in a possessive manner closer to his figure, “no mercy?“ you asked.

Your boyfriend nodded, “no mercy,” he exclaimed before he slowly sank to his knees in front of you, making you only smirk as you placed your hand on top of his head, deeply buried in his blond hair.

He kissed his way along your thighs, lifting your dress with his hand as he looked up at you with pleading eyes, also slightly glassy now, just like yours.

“No mercy it is,” you nodded with a smirk, excited for what’s to come now.

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

I have a friend who knows nothing about F1 but they call Redbull the du-du team because by osmosis (me yapping) they know Max as:

Du-du-du-du MAX VERSTAPPEN

And Checo as:

Du-du-du-du STEVE

Im DYINGGGGGGG

[feraltwinkseb]

June 19, 2009 - Northampton, England  

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Human Shield - F1 Grid

Request from @kissjde - omg that one vid of the girl using carlos as a shield kinda for when they were spraying champagne🫠 can u like somehow make a fic of that??

I think you wanted a Carlos fic, but I kind of have an idea for an F1 grid fic that I think would be perfect for this. So...sorry if you hate it 🥴

Red Bull driver!reader

Y/n swallows as she gets into the Red Bull cockpit.

She's been in the car for testing but in Bahrain but they'd altered things for the first race weekend based on data and feedback thanks to testing.

Taking it out on the track for a proper race weekend is scary.

Helmut took a risk with y/n. He insisted she could handle the mature team after test driving some FP1 sessions last season. But now it's the real thing.

Now she's in the Red Bull and going out on track to really prove herself.

"You got this, love." Her mechanic, Eric smiles patting the top of her helmet before helping strap her in. "Remember, just have fun. You're here living the dream."

"You think?" She jokes but the nerves spiking in her voice just earns her a sympathetic look.

Suddenly when she is face with another helmet leaning into her cockpit.

Max has been weirdly protective over y/n, she's faced a lot of backlash almost similar to his. But hers is very much gender targeted just as much as a question of her experience. But he's been incredibly protective and he always tries to make sure that she's not letting her nerves get the better of her.

"I wanted to come say. I want to see you smiling out there and I'll be able to tell." Max states patting her bicep which makes her smile and nod at him.

Max pats her helmet before heading over this own car.

"Radio check, bubs." Her race engineer, Rocky (yes, THE Rocky) states into her radio. Using a nickname he'd given her since she'd came into the Red Bull juniors programme.

He was in charge of mentoring and guiding a lot of juniors and with the promotion of her into F1 and directly into the Red Bull team. They wanted her to have someone she was familiar with on her radio just to at least give her that comfort and Rocky knows how she works better than anyone else.

"Radio check, loud and clear." Y/n replies swallowing to herself.

When she gets out on track she's acutely aware that cameras are very much keeping an eye on her.

"We're just getting a feel of the track, trying out engine set ups remember. No pressure you just trust your feel." Rocky states into her ears as she gets out the pit line.

"And there is y/n y/l/n." Crofty states as the cameras very much do immediately change to watch her. "The world watched her closely in testing. She didn't make any mistakes that we didn't at least see from Max. Now she's out on track."

"She is. I'm quite looking forward to seeing y/n show us what she's capable of. Of course, Red Bull has been quite...kind to her with bringing her in. They've brought in Rocky who worked with Seb but had moved to work more with the junior Red Bull drivers. He's on her radio, they've been very defensive of anyone who has tried to declare her unfit for the seat." Martin explains then sighing. "Now we just need to see what y/n's got and she's got to just put it out on the track."

FP1 ends with her in getting the 4th fastest time. But FP1 doesn't equate to a whole weekend of top 5 performances.

"Hey, bubs." Rocky smiles as she climbs out the car and walks up to him. "Ready for data?"

"Ready." Y/n nods with a small smile.

-

Y/n actually feels comfortable getting into the car for FP2.

Which is where she makes her first error. Because she should've known being confident in the car would lead to disaster.

There's almost some racing going on and that's when she becomes a victim as she tries to keep out the way of approaching cars. George and Lewis are apparently racing? (idc if people hate me I love making George and Lewis enemies, they basically are irl 🤣)

George gives Lewis a puncture and he smashes into the side of y/n. Actually it hurts more than she was expected when people had warned her of the pain of a crash. His car t-boning her ends up pushing her into the wall too. It's only good she wasn't going fast and he'd somewhat slowed down.

"Y/n? Are you ok?" Rocky's voices asks on the radio.

"Yeah, fuck! What the fuck were they doing?" Y/n questions then sighing.

"Car is safe. P0 then you can get out when you're ready." Rocky sighs making her huff before she quickly detached and unplugs everything, climbing out the car and putting the steering wheel back before walking around to look at the damage.

Her whole engine is exposed and the sided is destroyed.

Fantastic.

George and Lewis seem to be bickering and in her own rage she jumps the wall to safety only briefly exchanging words with the marshalls before climbing on the closest moped and getting back to the paddock.

"That is not a happy woman. George and Lewis don't seem very happy but I can imagine Red Bull are speaking to race control about their actions. Very very silly to be racing each other like that and causing a crash with another team as a victim to it." Martin comments shaking his head.

"Do you think a penalty will be coming their way."

"Red Bull will certainly fight for it. That's their rookie and she sounded very upset. I'm sure Lewis and George will be called to the stewards."

"I think apologies will be owed."

Y/n gets herself weighed but her anger has the better of her and her trainer, Wyatt decides to get her to her drivers room to cool off before there's a debrief.

"It's not your fault." Wyatt states while she tries not to cry.

She hates when she cries because she's angry. But it happens.

"Hey. Come on. It is not your fault, you got out the way and got t-boned by two teammates being idiots." Wyatt sighs moving to hug her.

"It's a joke." Y/n sniffles then sighing. "I should go speak to the rest of the team."

"Ok. Let's go."

Y/n gets to the garage, half an hour still left as she walks across to the pit wall.

"Hey, you ok?" Rocky asks making her tick her jaw to restrain ranting about it. "It's fine. We'll get the car fix and we'll make sure you're nowhere near them tomorrow at any point."

"It's still not great is it?" Y/n huffs shaking her head.

"They're being spoken to by the stewards and it looks like Toto will be having words." Rocky reassures her while she sighs and nods a little.

-

FP3 is clean and qualifying sees y/n take P5.

"You did it." Max smiles picking her up in a hug as they all walk towards media.

"Yeah, rookie of the year in the bag already." Lando comments making her smile at him. "No Mercedes smashing into you. Did it not hurt? Lewis really t-boned you."

"Yeah, but I think I was too annoyed to actually car...they were acting like dicks. I'm glad they got penalised for it." Y/n sighs still not exactly having forgiven the Brits in their interterm idiocy towards each other.

The three divide, each with a comms team member who leads them to their given interviews.

"Y/n, a much cleaner Saturday than Friday." The interviewer states as y/n stands in the media pit. "How are you feeling? Especially after quite a nasty hit."

"Significantly better day. I feel fine, maybe some very little aches but nothing major." Y/n smiles with a nod. "P5 not bad for a first qualifying. And I only plan to move up from there for the rest of the races."

"I love the optimism and confidence. I know I speak for so many people that we are rooting for you."

"Thank you." Y/n laughs then moving forward and hugging the interviewer. "Really, thank you."

-

The driver's parade saw all oft he drivers surrounding y/n like she's just the most popular person. Pulling her away for an interview with Laura actually saw Max have to be forced to stop hugging her with Lando and Carlos pulling her teammates arms from around her.

That quickly created rumours online of them dating.

But Max is definitely more like a friend who almost acts like a brother.

"You got this. We believe in you." Carlos states as she grins at him, blowing him and Lando a kiss as they walk to their cars after the anthem.

Y/n gets her helmet and hans device on while Wyatt smiles at her looking like he's beaming with pride, just seeing her go into her first race.

"Alright, feel good?" Wyatt asks making her nod. "Go on then, time to go show the world they're fucking morons."

"I will." Y/n grins fist bumping him before she moves climbing into the cockpit.

They get her strapped in and suddenly she's on her own.

"Radio check bubs." Rocky calls into her ears.

"Radio check." Y/n calls back before he tells her all the tyre choices of the other drivers.

"Formation lap. Then let's go racing."

"Thank you, Rocky."

The formation lap feels as if it goes in the blink of an eye and she's back on the grid, waiting for everyone to finish getting into their grid slots.

"Everyone on grid." Rocky states making her get the ready, watching the lights.

Lights out and while she tries not to dwell on it, her start was as good as she felt it could've been. Now she just needs to stay out of trouble.

Primarily away from anyone who wants to use their teammate as a means of smashing into her.

Driving around Bahrain and pushing, listening to every single thing Rocky says and making sure she speaks back. She doesn't want to know who is in front or who is behind unless they're a threat or an opportunity.

"Y/n is...storming. You'd really think she may be using some of that residue upset from Friday in today. She definitely wasn't afraid to tell people that she was unhappy with both Mercedes drivers and felt their penalties were deserved. Lewis even said she'd unapologetically told him and George both that she wasn't impressed and they had grovelling to do." Martin states making Crofty chuckle.

"I think they might be wise to grovel. She seems like someone you'd want to stay on the good side of." Crofty admits while Martin hums in agreement.

The race continues, and she keeps going not even thinking as she does everything she can to just...make progress. Clean pitstops help and she's just relieved that they have done what they needed to do.

"Last lap, bubs. You got this. Push and go for fast lap if you want, no risk." Rocky states and actually she's surprised to hear they're in the last lap. Has it really been that long?

She's sort of had tunnel vision, her mind had number out the idea of anything else but the track in front or behind her.

Y/n gets herself around the track pushing as hard as possible.

"P3! P3! Fastest lap. Driver of the day and a podium!" Rocky exclaims as she hears cheers in the background with her name being chanted.

"Holy shit. Holy shit. Fucking hell." Y/n exclaims laughing as she waves out the cockpit. "This is insane. Holy fuck. Max P1?"

"Max P1. Carlos P2. Behind you, Charles and Lando then Oscar."

"Oh my fuck-fuck! Rocky!"

"You just get back here bubs. I'll be waiting for you."

Y/n actually maybes goes a bit fast for her in lap. But when she pulls up knocking the P3 sigh. Max and Carlos are always there. She doesn't even properly get out before Max has rushes to her tosses her around in a hug before she is placed down, running to the team who are admittedly more excited for her than they were to see Max take the win.

"Now that is a beautiful sight. The celebrations of a drivers first podium, her first ever race a rookie. I think we've got a lot more to see from y/n and actually I'd say Max may need to worry that y/n's about to threat to him. It might be early to say this, but y/n might be his first teammate since Daniel who may pose a real challenge." Crofty states over the broadcast while they watch y/n get weighed, finally released from the clutches of her team.

Though almost every other driver appears moving to want to congratulate her.

"Good for both of them and he seems to love y/n already. They have really got a bond that we see between the best of teammates." Martin states since Max has had some great teammates but y/n could be the best of them.

Y/n and the boys get up tot he cool down room where Carlos also picks her up hugging her tightly and spinning her around.

"You are amazing, y/n." Carlos grins then placing her down. "We will give you the best podium."

Y/n laughs as Max begins yapping about some of the footage which is being shown.

Eventually they're out on the podium, y/n first, then Carlos and then Max.

Trophies are present and Max gets his medal and that's when it dawns on y/n that Max seems to be about to dump his whole bottle on her.

"No!" Y/n laughs only just managing to not drop her bottle as she tries to run around Max and use Carlos as a human shield which almost works.

If Carlos didn't tip his entire bottle over his head behind him to perfectly pour onto her.

"Ahhh, no! Carlos, you traitor." Y/n squeals jumping back leaving her in the line of fire from Max who showers her in champagne.

"Enjoy it!" Max exclaims making her grin but she returns the gesture as Carlos sprays the champagne onto Max then turns finishing spraying what little is left onto y/n as she showers him too.

"Alright. Alright. We need to get off." Y/n laughs moving to the podium and picking up her trophy as she poses with the boys. "God, I think you've blinded me. My eyes sting."

-

"We watched y/n take a rookie, maiden podium and Red Bull have not stopped their cheering. After the podium and debrief, they did their team photo. Of course and she tried to use Max as a human shield to not be soaked to the skin in Red Bull. That failed in the same way that her podium shielding using Carlos failed. I think last time I saw her, she was trudging very carefully through the paddock looking quite sticky." Ted chuckles as he does his notebook post-race.

"You talking about me?" Y/n exclaims with a smile, appearing cleaned thanks to a quick shower in her drivers room.

Max is walking alongside her with Wyatt and Rupert walking with both the drivers.

"I am. Any very quick comments?" Ted smiles as she nears him.

"Uhh...Red Bull is very hard to wash out your hair. I don't recommend having it poured over your head in gallons." Y/n laughs then fist-bumping Ted. "You have a good night, Ted."

"You have a very good night. I know there's whispers of celebrations for both of you. Enjoy that guys."

"We will!"

Max laughs shaking his head at his teammate who grins walking alongside him.

"Next podium, I am terrorising you with champagne by the way and since you didn't protect me. I'm tackling you when the Red Bull comes out to be sprayed everywhere."

"You shouldn't have told me. I'll just use you as the human shield." Max grins while she nudges him and shakes her head.

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[ladymarvel27]

Charles: I'm on top of the world Lando: You're just sitting in Max's lap Charles: Max is my world. Max: That's really sweet, but you're crushing me

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING WATCHFUL !!! DANIEL R. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: he finally understood why she loved her shithole of a flat so much.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, mirror sex, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism (suggestions of the grid watching), size kink, praise kink, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, my man danny ric is filthy asf

note: i blacked out while writing this so whatever i wrote in here i’ve no control over. enjoy xx

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the ceiling mirrors were installed in her room out of pure joy. she enjoyed creative photography and had often taken photos of herself — the creativity coming straight from the mirrors as she had no one to have her photos taken of but herself. 

daniel ricciardo loved it. he loved her independence and cozy little flat — though he kept convincing her to move into a bigger place. she deserved so much more than this shitbox, but she insisted that she needed to earn more money before buying a better place. her independence was what drove him insane. 

all he wanted was to treat her like a queen— one that she deserved to see herself as. 

and that was how she ended up leaning against him, her legs spread wide open and her head leaning back against his chest. his tattooed arm kept her lightly strained while his hand held her chin up to face their reflections, gripping it gently whenever her eyes would shut close thanks to the pleasure brought by the fingers that slowly fucked her. 

she heaved a sigh, feeling too overstimulated from previous orgasms he’d given her who knows when. her body limped against him while her hand tried grabbing onto his, only for him to tut quietly and smack her cunt slightly. 

“don’t you fucking dare touch,” he warned her quietly. 

“‘s too much, danny,” she cried quietly, her eyes closing tightly as she squirmed. yet her walls clenched around his fingers when they slid back in. her moan protested against the words she just uttered. 

“but y’look so fuckin’ beautiful like this, doll,” he teased her, his mouth nibbling on her ear as he tapped her chin. watching her open her eyes, he then praised her, “see? a fuckin’ beaut is what you are. can’t believe i’m allowing you to live in a shithole like this.” 

“you deserve so much better than this, princess,” daniel continued to speak, grinning breathlessly when she squealed at the curling of his fingers. 

the sounds of squelching of her cunt filled the small space as she watched his fingers disappear inside her, partially watching in disbelief at how much he’s filling her. those were just his fingers. she couldn’t imagine how his cock looked when he’s fucking her with it. it was too big.

“‘s it because of these mirrors, doll?” he asked although she couldn’t answer anymore. her brain was turning hazy from the overstimulation, sending her to a certain state of pleasure as he continued to taunt her, “you like watching yourself touch this pretty cunt of yours, huh, baby? ‘s that why you wouldn’t move?” 

not receiving an answer from her, his dark eyes watched her reflection squirm away from his touch.

he continued to smile widely, his fingers now curling and hitting the spot as he increased his pace and began fucking her rigorously. “if you want to see yourself look all pretty getting fucked like this you could have just asked me, baby.” 

“you know that i can’t refuse my princess,” he hummed, vibrations on her back making her cry out and babble inaudibly. 

“danny, mmmm~ ‘s too much,” she didn’t even notice that tears were beginning to form, her sight turning blurry while she watched his fingers fill her hole like they were meant to be there. “too- too much, i- hah~ ngh~ fuck danny!” 

“yes, i know princess,” he cooed in her ear quietly, his gentle voice contrasting with the way he fucked her as he murmured, “you’ve more in you, baby, let it go. doin’ so good f’me. let go~” 

daniel’s eyes gleamed in excitement watching her cunt drench his fingers with pleasure. she soaked his fingers, and her sheets were covered with her pleasure as she came for the third time tonight— all from his fingers. 

her body that once convulsed reacted when his mouth slipped in his tongue inside hers, already too fucked out and sensitive as she moaned quietly. “so fuckin’ good f’me, princess.” 

she hadn’t expected him to continue on with the night as she let out a squeal, her legs being hoisted up by him as he leaned back and slid his cock inside her without a problem. 

“i- danny, want more-“ she babbled, her head tipping over to watch the ceiling mirrors as she witnessed her cunt sinking into his thick cock. she moaned at the sight, already clenching around him. she really loved the sight of him bulging in her stomach— that and the filthy words that slip out of his mouth as his hips moved up and down to fuck her.

“god! you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he growled from under her, meeting her eyes over the ceiling mirrors while he chased his climax and hers. “y’like watching huh?” 

“yes!” she cried out, his cock hitting the spot as she spoke. “love your cock, love you s’much!” 

“such a pretty girl,” daniel said, “i fuckin love watchin’ you writhing, baby— wish everyone in the fuckin’ grid can see you— d’ya know how much they wanna fuck you?” 

feeling her clench at the comment, danny chuckled and thrusted up at her, “oh- ya like that, hm? you wan’ them to see me fuck you?” 

she only uttered a moan, sinking down to meet his thrust halfway through. 

“you like that huh?” he taunted her, “maybe next time we should make them watch and have them realize that nobody can make you feel like this but me.” 

“they won’t be happy that it’s not them fuckin’ you, baby. i’m sure we can both agree that no one can fuck you like this but me— and i’ll make sure they know that.”

a queen was what she was. if daniel could only, he’d show everyone in the grid that she deserved to be treated like one— and he’d show them all how to treat her like one.

but for now, he needed to fuck her like a queen then install a ceiling mirror in his place in monaco if they both liked to watch him fuck her like this.

[jpg3]

can you do a married oscar piastri social au please??

maybe the whole world thinks they’ve broken up but instead got married in secret and everyone like ‘when were they ever engaged??’

hope you’re having a nice day/night, etc!!

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yourusername: cause it feels like summer:)

user5: queen we need a jewlery haul ASAP

user6: i was being starved of content mother, you were MIA for so long

yourusername: don’t worry dear child mother will serve the content you deserve

user6: oscar isn’t in the likes or comments💔💔 i’m scared the rumors might be true😭😭

user2: NO LET ME BE DELULU I NEED A SAFE SPACE DMU

user7: literally don’t talk to me i’m so scared

user8: LMFAO ARIANA (lando) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user9: if i’m not wrong, i’m pretty sure lando introduced oscar and y/n. Lando and y/n used to kart together before y/n‘s funds got to hectic

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oscarpiastri: The highs and lows of Spa. Early summer holiday for me.

mclarenauto: enjoy a good rest oscar. we’re behind you always🧡

user10: WHY ISNT Y/N HERE NO PLS DONT FUEL THE BREAKUP RUMORS

user11: y/n isn’t here and oscar wasn’t at her post either i think they HAVE broken up:(

liked by oscarpiastri and 105,395 others

yourusername: until death do us part🤍

oscarpiastri: always and forever, my love🤍

user13: WHEN WERE YOU EVEN ENGAGED??

landonorris: YOUR WELCOME

yourusername: thank you???

oscarpiastri: you might want to get some rizz, lando norizz

landonorris: wow oscar how dare you

[scuderiamint]

Saudi race Top3 !!! aka the (proper) return of 🧍‍♂️👬 !!

[justc2world]

9 years ago, they debuted together on the same track

Tomorrow, they are starting together from the front row

[forteafy]

seb x reader with prompt " kissing their helmet for good luck before the race" any seb era (you choose) i hope you like the prompt :) <3

♡ Helmet Kisses [1.1K] I couldn't decide which era of Seb I wanted to do; so here's all three!

♡ Red Bull Racing Era

Back in his Red Bull Racing days, Sebastian was known for having a string of lovers; different girls would show up to the race every so often, but never in the Paddock.

Until of course, you came along.

You were the rationality to his chaotic energy, the calm voice in his head before he’d scream down the radio on a particularly bad race. 

Also, the first girl he had in the Paddock. 

Let’s start by saying the team adored you. Finally, Sebastian would show up on time to meetings and wouldn’t start causing chaos during one of Horner’s speeches. 

On the race evening, prior to his second World Championship, he’s all smiles, before walking onto the grid, hopping into his car. 

You at this point, were shyly standing alongside some of the other garage guests; you weren’t too sure what the media would think of ‘Vettel’s new lady, the one who’s stuck around.’

Until there’s a sudden motion from one of his mechanics, motioning at you. 

For a second, you don’t think to move, until he shouts your name, waving wildly for you to come over to the car. 

You can feel your heart race, feeling like the eyes of every driver, mechanic and fan were on you. The only solace you had was Lewis and Mark, having been introduced to Sebastian’s close friends earlier in the weekend. 

When you reached the Red Bull, the mechanic pats your back. You barely notice it, attention drawn to your boyfriend’s helmet-clad head. 

‘You didn’t give me my good-luck kiss!’ He huffed, lifting his visor so his blue eyes could meet your own. 

You can’t hold back the laugh this time. ‘Didn’t you win here without me last time?’ You question the logic. Sebastian simply huffs, not wanting to listen to logic, instead, folding his arms and pouting like a child. 

You end up caving, leaning over the side of the RB7, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet. 

You don’t miss the cheering from the rest of the grid as you duck your head, cheeks blushing from the interaction as you walk off the track.

You also don’t miss Sebastian’s shout of ‘I want a proper one when I win!

♡ Scuderia Ferrari Era

You hadn’t been able to attend the opening race of Sebastian’s first year with Ferrari; something you’d felt awful about, knowing it was his dream to race for them. 

So here you were, clad in red, engagement finger resting on your left hand, ready to support your husband-to-be. 

He’d been aggravated, Lewis and Nico finishing 30 seconds ahead of him in the opening race had driven him insane. 

He knew he could do better.

So, when he came into to garage, clad in his red fireproofs, (ones you could have fantasies over,) his game-face was on.

You knew better than to interrupt the ins and outs of setting up the car. 

Sebastian had barely spoken to you that morning; he’d held your hand firmly when walking to the car that morning. 

Even in the car, your usual chat and singing along to his ancient music was replaced by a silence. 

The only form of comfort you had been able to offer him was a hand resting on his leg as he drove; a silent promise you would be here for him, not matter the result.  

It wasn’t until one of the mechanics walked past, holding Sebastian’s helmet, that you spoke up, asking if you could give it to him.

He obliged; in his mind, anything to cheer up their driver before the race would be a good thing. 

You had held out the helmet, his eyes widening when he saw that it was you handing it to him. 

Before handing it to him, you lifted the helmet to your face, kissing the part of the helmet where his lips would usually be on his face. 

You grinned, handing him the helmet, winking as you handed it over.

‘That’s your good luck kiss. Go out there and get that win.’ 

There was a massive cheer around the garage as they finally saw Sebastian break into a smile, the first one of the day.

Even Kimi had started grinning, knowing how in love his teammate was. 

After the win he scored that afternoon, the mechanics insisted you joined them for as many races as possible. 

♡ Aston Martin Era

Of course, you were there for Sebastian’s final race. The day had been overwhelming. 

Even though you hadn’t been by his side for the entirety of the day, you had been around the Paddock; your three-year-old daughter clad in Aston Martin merch.

The whole family had to be there for Sebastian; it was his last race after all.

It had been more emotional for you that you’d realised. 

Charles had come up to you, tears in his eyes as he thanked you for looking out for him all those years, even after Sebastian had left Ferrari. 

You didn’t expect the warm hug from Christian, who wished you both the best and had promised the second your daughter got into karting, he would be signing her to Red Bull. 

Of course, Sebastian had given both his girls a kiss before stepping into his car, nestling in his seat for the last time. 

You’d sat in the garage, your daughter on your lap as you pointed to where he was listening to his mechanic; her eyes widened upon seeing her father in the cars she’d seen all day. 

His race engineer nudged you, motioning towards your husband.

‘Go on. Give him one more for old times’ sake.’

You laugh, getting up from your chair and scooping up your daughter, walking through the grid. 

She of course, gives her Uncle Mick a wave, having spent most of her afternoon coaxing him to play imaginary games with her. 

Sebastian clocks the two of you coming across the grid, even though he’s strapped in, he turns his head. 

You can’t see the grin on his face, but you know it’s there. 

Leaning over and kissing the side of his head, it’s as if all of them years had been taken back, back to when you and Sebastian were just kids; the first time you’d ever been seen with him. 

You seem to fly through the years with that one kiss, before leaning up, ready to walk away, until the wiggling girl in your arms whines. 

Giving her a questioning look, she leaned down, arms guided by you, as she pressed a sloppy kiss to her father’s helmet. 

Sebastian’s heart melted.

His girls on his final race, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

☽ [If you have a headcanon/drabble idea, thought or request, feel free to send it here!] ☾

[thatsdemko]

the ways in which max shows you he loves you - m.verstappen

pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: headcanon + some scenarios + google translated Dutch

- with flowers

whether it’s a certain occasion or just because, max loves to get you flowers. he loves the spontaneity of how you have the slightest clue you’re receiving them, and then when you finally do the bright smile on your face lifts his whole world.

- holding hands

he’s not big into pda, but he loves a little hand squeeze or just interlacing your fingers together is enough for him and you never press it. you just like his touch and that he’s comfortable in public enough to do that.

- sending you cat memes

he is the definition of a cat dad. he loves jimmy and sassy so much that even you have become a crazy cat parent too. your twitter and tik tok feed are covered with funny cat videos or tweets that you send each other while being just two seat cushions away.

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- listening to you

you had a bad day, and max sat there on the couch listening to you rant from your work life to your social life. he holds your hand or a box of tissues and he always makes sure you’ve got everything off your chest because he refuses to let you sleep with something on your mind.

- Dutch pet names

“schat, how are you?” finger tips caressing your cheek, lips hovering over yours his lips are soft and delicate. darling

or

“mijn mannetje I’m so proud of you!” you wrap your arms around him, lips pressing against his helmet, “number one! you did it again.” my little man

- letting you drive him around

as much as he loves driving, he likes being a passenger princess. he never puts up a fight when you ask for the keys, he just gladly tosses them and silently judges your driving.

- cuddles(being the big spoon)

he likes his arms around your body, and he doesn’t mind being the little spoon here and there, but he likes your hair against his skin or your head against his chest.

- the occasional instagram story posts

max isn’t big into posting or sharing about his relationship online, and neither are you but you both post each other from time to time to give his fans some soft boyfriend content.

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[tommydarlings]

Now available to read on my Patreon and tomorrow here on my tumblr! <3

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[7teresia7]

An Appreciation Post Dedicated to: Max Verstappen's Smile

[sennaverstappen]

brazil 2013 / netherlands 2023

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Hello, i was wondering if you could please write a max verstappen x reader, where they have soft lazy morning sex, that started off with just cuddles but someone (you can chose) initiated it, and they can't get enough, which leads to overstimulation and more cuddles at the end please

Mornings & More - Max Verstappen

Themes: Oral (female receiving bc honestly when do I write any oral that a man is receiving?) and very gentle morning sex

Not exactly overstimulation maybe just kind of lazy exhaustion from morning sex, sorry I lowkey got into writing this and forgot about that part of the request. But I hope it's still a decent read.

When Max is home there's always plans for him to be doing something to be going out.

Max isn't really one for light touches and softness, the man makes his gestures aggressively loving and affectionate. So y/n is woken up by Max's arms tightly wrapping around her. No doubt Max woke up with her having shifted from being so close to him since he only holds her so tightly on those occasions.

"Morning." Y/n smiles lazily rolling around to face him the sight of his blonde hair in a mess on top of his head. "You look so beautiful."

"It's hard to compete with you. So I don't try anymore." Max jokes as she tries to tame and adjust his hair. "I'm going to stream later."

"I know. Do you want to do anything before then?"

"No. I don't think so." Max shrugs earning a small nod before he closes the space and kisses her, smiling into the kiss as her phone rings and as soon as she reaches for it, Max has grabbed her hand. "Don't let some asshole ruin our peace."

Y/n laughs allowing him to keep her hands pinned away from the device.

Eventually y/n is taken by the feeling of him surrounding her and she's drifting in and out of sleep while Max just watches her. But she grunts shifting and moving around with a small frown.

"I can feel you watching me."

"Sorry." Max laughs moving his hand to her thigh and managing to pull it up to rest over him. She does grin knowing that this is a silent request of morning sex since Max is forward with a lot of things but not verbally forward about wanting to have sex. He's much more physical and she just has to go from what she knows of him.

Y/n rolls on top of him, her palms pressed on his chest since her body is still feeling lazy and heavy with sleep making his hands move up to her waist to steady her.

"You don't have to be on top." Max chuckles softly making her hum and yawn before she grins when he quickly rolls her back over so she's under him. "I think lazy morning sex is more your speed right now."

"I think I have to agree." Y/n hums then yawning and smiling lazily as Max kisses her before moving do somewhat taking his time to admire her body as he does so before he properly pushes her legs apart for full access to her body.

"How long?" Max questions making her smile because only Max Verstappen would ask how long she wants him to give her head because he does truly know exactly what to to do stretch out the length of time that he's giving her pleasure before he gives her an orgasm.

"7 minutes." Y/n mumbles knowing that she could put it down to a second and Max would make it happen. The habit of counting every thousandth of a second in F1 means he counts every second even in their sex lives.

Sex can be lazy for y/n but even what Max counts as "lazy" isn't really all that lazy in y/n's opinion.

Though she has to wonder if he knows exactly how long a minute is because it's not like he times it in an obvious way.

Sleep lifts from her and is replaced with sizzling pleasure.

Fingers stroking her g-spot, his tongue on her clit not pushing enough to get her over the edge too quickly. Steadily building it up and up. A moan rips out of her as she reaches her peak, back arching to ride it out, but Max forces her back down to the bed meaning he's still at the right angle to be near abusing her g-spot.

"Fuck." Y/n whines at being forced back down the bed as Max moves back to kiss her thigh, slowly easing his fingers out as she shivers in pleasure.

Y/n hardly gets a chance to properly catch her breath before she is caught in a kiss and Max is plunged into her, the spasming and twitching of aftershock from her orgasm enveloping him completely.

"You always feel so amazing." Max grunts feeling her tighten around him at that. He doesn't move, knowing to just let her have a moment of recovery and adjustment at the feeling of him.

"I want on top." Y/n murmurs making Max roll them with ease, and she lifts just enough to avoid him completely slipping out before she eases herself down. Clearly wanting to have the power to set the pace. Usually she'd surrender control, but when Max gives her an orgasm as calmly and controlled that shakes her axis like he just did, on this occasion she wants the control.

He does end up helping her since y/n is not usually one to get on top for long, and after maybe managing ten minutes, she doesn't have to say a word for Max to flip them over, withholding a small laugh as he gently controls his thrusts in and out of her. But with adding pressure to her clit with his thumb. She's not got long left, which works for him because honestly he's close to cumming but he won't until he's got another orgasm from her.

Her easy give away of her stomach tensing follows with her fully clenching around him and triggering his own orgasm, spilling up into her as he sort of holds himself fully sheathed in her. Easily leaving her feeling overwhelmingly full but he's not removing himself yet. Loving this feeling of her somewhat of a mess underneath him.

Y/n whines at the feeling of when he does finally try to pull out mumbling a breathy no.

"I'm going to crush you if I stay like this." Max chuckles lightly which earns a pouted frown before he sighs and nods. "Ok. But you're going to have to lie on time of me."

Y/n loves morning sex, but morning aftercare is something she is always too tired to entertain. So instead she just tempts Max into remaining buried in her for a while she takes a bit of recovery time and sometimes even a quick nap.

[adisillusionedauthor]

Could you do fic for Checo with wife reader where she's Max's older sister and she just worried for them because of how the races could turned badly in a matter of second? Add something you'd like though. Thanks! :)

Fearful Velocity - Sergio Pérez and Max Verstappen

Requested by: Anon

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Pairing: Checo x spouse!GN!reader, Max x Sibling!reader

Warning: OOC Checo, OOC Max, fluff, sweet, concern about loved ones, Max being a sweetie, Checo being a sweetie and bad english

Word count: 713

The team always tries to make everything very comfortable for me when I go see the races in person, being the married and related to their drivers I get some sort of princess treatment, but it somehow doesn’t help the aching feeling that something is going to happen, I shake the thought off of my head once i realize Checo is walking towards me, I start to smile at him opening my arms for him, hoping he’d hug me. 

Of course he obliges and pulls me into a tight hug, since I’m sitting down my head rests comfortably on his chest and he rests his on top of my head, not before giving the top of head a kiss: “You’ve got that look on your face…” He says into my hair softly, I let out a sigh, nothing happens to me without this man noticing: “Is it the usual?” He asks with a knowing look on his face, I’ve shared my concerns with him, even asked him to retire once Sebastian said he’d be leaving F1, but it didn’t work, he wants to race longer; “Yup… It’s like this every weekend that there’s a race, but this time… It feels different, like something is going to happen…” I say, sharing this strange feeling makes my chest somehow feel lighter, Sergio pulls me even closer if that’s even possible, but before he could say something we could hear my younger brother’s voice saying “Ew!” from behind him, Checo turns with an more serious look which makes Max realize I’m worrying over them again.

He comes hug me for a while on Checo’s place while he goes get ready for today, Max keeps telling me that serious accidents barely ever happen, that there’s no need for me to get so stressed over this, today is supposed to be a day where I can take a breath and see my boys enjoy themselves on the track and he’s right, it feels weird even thinking about this: “I’m sorry for worrying so much, it’s just… I still see you as that boy who still raced in a kart, it’s weird seeing the little boy I held in my arms accomplish so much… I’m proud of you Max, truly proud” I say smiling at him proudly, in my heart he’ll always that baby my parents brought home when I was still two, he’ll always be my little brother, no matter how many championships he wins or how many podiums he gets: “Don’t you dare say stuff that’ll make me tear up right before a race, I can’t cry now, Y/N” He says while his eyes get glossy with tears, i hug him even closer and then Checo comes back to get Max to get ready for the race: “So… Feeling better about today, mi amor?” He knows that nickname is my doom, I melt into his arms as his fingers run into my hair soothing me even more: “You’re a very unfair man, Mr. Pérez…” I say resting my head onto his shoulder and he laughs gently: “Oh really? Or maybe I just know exactly what I need to do to calm my wife, Mrs. Pérez.”

I blush softly at his words, I’ve been his wife for four years, but everytime he calls me that I feel like I did on our first date, my smile turns even more soft and I answer him: “Maybe… But just maybe, you’ve helped a lot, darling” He smiles back at me happy that he could help me feel a little more safe about him and my brother racing, he gives me three kissed like he always does when he’s about to go race, one on  my forehead promising to keep me on his mind during the race, one on my cheek promising to never let me go and finally one on my lips promising to always love me, I kiss him back showing just as much love as he is into the kiss, when Max comes to call him so they can enter the car and go to the line up, I don’t feel as anxious as I did on the beginning of the day, because I know that they’ll both be okay and if something does happen they’ll have me to take care of them and nurse them back into healthiness just so i can scold them.