#Sebastian Vettel one shot

[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!] ☾

[writingshushf1]

Touch my body

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

Rating: +18

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

Word count: 1.3k

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

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

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

“Seb…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m a weak slut, Seb.”

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

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

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

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

“Stop moving. Now.”

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

“Louder.”

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

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

“Green.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Color?”

“Green.”

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

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

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

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Really good. And you?”

“Amazing.” He chuckled.

“I think I should tease you more then…”

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

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

[vetteltea]

Sebastian Vettel and Baking Christmas Treats [no warnings]

Day 3 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lxndonorris]

Hi. Anxiety attack time (feeling like a failure is fun) could I ask you about Sam Bird or Sebby taking care of you when you're sad? ♥️

Sebastian Vettel x Reader

stay with me.

There is that feeling again. Days fade into nights, the sunlight seems to be hidden behind a grey veil, when you find yourself lying in your bed. You're lying on your side, eyes turned towards the open window. Birds are singing their lovely little songs, cars are driving by and every now and then, you hear footsteps approaching, just for them to walk by without hesitation.

A few warm beams of sunlight break through the clouds right into your room. Yet, not even the warmth spreading on your ankles seem to be enough to paint a smile on to your lips. It's just not your day, your week almost, and all you feel like doing is sleeping. Sleeping through it all. Just then, you feel the bed moving slightly, as someone is climbing on to it, trying their best to not cause a commotion.

You lift your head to watch your boyfriend Sebastian lying down right next to you, steadying himself with his elbow against the bed. "What are you doing here?" With your voice cracking slightly, you frown. He shouldn't be here. Sebastian left about an hour ago for a meeting, and you exptected him to be gone for the day. That was the only reason, you are lying here. Showing emotion in front of people isn't easy for you, that's why you'd act happy, even when you want to cry.

"The meeting was canceled." He says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder, gently stroking you, running two fingers down your back. "Oh, I'm sorry." You say quickly, turning your body around to sit. "I...I was just resting." You force a weak smile, but you're not really selling it this time, knowing your eyes are a little restless.

"It's okay." He smiles warmly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Embracing his warm lips on your colder skin, you close your eyes. Sebastian then, with one hand now stroking the small of your back, pulls you into him gently. Unable to protest, you follow his lead, resting your head against his chest. Holding back a tear and a sigh, you take a deep breath.

There is no hiding your feelings in front of him anymore. Living with him for years now, he is able to read all of you like an open book. "Do you want to talk?" Sebastian breathes deeply, gently resting his head against yours. You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. Instead, you slowly shake your head. "Okay." He smiles comfortingly. "Wanna lie down?" You nod, burying your face deeper inside his chest.

"Want me here?" Sebastian's voice sounds even softer, as he runs a hand through your hair. "Please." You say, your voice barely hearable. "Okay." He growls lowly, and together, you lie down on your sides, facing each other. You separate from him just enough to look into his warmly shining eyes. In response, he smiles, using one hand as a pillow, the other now running down your arm right to your hand. Immediately, you take his hand in yours, and intertwine your fingers.

Sebastian squeezes your hand softly, causing you to smile shortly. "I'm just tired." You manage to say with your now husky voice. His face turns softer, his eyes glow slightly due to the sun shining in his face. "Anything you want me to do?" He says, his voice now breaking too. Sebastian watches you closely, his eyes scanning your face for any indication of what to do, or what to say. "Can you hug me?" You say, little tears forming inside your eyes.

Instantly, he opens his arms, inviting you to come closer. Sighing deeply, you move towards him, and he embraces your body fully, wrapping you in a warm, comforting hug. Swallowing hard, you run your hands across his chest, along his waist to his back, hugging him tightly as well. The heat of his body, the faint scent of him and the feeling of his fingers running along your spine, stroking your back, sends soft shivers through your body.

"It's gonna be better, I promise." He says, placing another kiss on your forehead. A shy smile forms on your lips, and a few tears break through, now running down your cheeks. You feel his chest heaving against your body with every deep breath he takes, as you move even closer. Sebastian starts humming, one of your favorite songs. Rubbing your head against his chest, you chuckle softly.

For a little while longer, you lie there, with your eyes closed, head against his chest, and his fingers stroking your back. It feels much easier now, and you fall asleep inside his arms.

[I hope it helps🩷]

[crssvjb]

Moments -Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian Vettel x Senna!reader

Summary: Moments of your relationship with the pilot Sebastian.

Warnings: Mentions of Ayrton Senna here (not many). A little long.

The Encounter - 2008

The year was 2008, and the Formula 1 tracks were both a place of excitement and nostalgia for you. As the daughter of Ayrton Senna, the racing legend, the world of F1 has always been part of her life. Now, as a mechanical engineering student, you landed an internship at Toro Rosso, an opportunity that blended your passion for engineering with deep memories of your father.

One afternoon, in the Toro Rosso pits, while analyzing the car's data, the voice of Sebastian Vettel, a young German driver, interrupted his thoughts. – "These numbers always seem very complicated." – He said with a relaxed smile.

You turned around, surprised to see the pilot next to you. – "Well, to me, they tell fascinating stories." – You replied, smiling. The connection has been made. Sebastian, curious and respectful, began to ask questions about his father and the time when Senna dominated the tracks.

– "Ayrton Senna is a legend. What is most incredible about him that people don't know?"

You smiled, appreciating the sincerity of the question. – "In addition to his incredible driving skills, my father was driven by an intense passion for competition, but also by a deep respect for other competitors. He sought excellence, not just for himself, but to elevate the entire sport."

Sebastian, his eyes shining with interest, replied: – "It's incredible how he influenced Formula 1 and all of us. I'd love to hear more about him."

Between conversations about cars, racing and engines, you got closer and became friends. Sebastian, being a promising driver at the time, showed genuine interest in his passion for mechanical engineering. The bond between you grew, even when he left for the Red Bull team the following year.

The Invitation - 2009

In 2009, Red Bull Racing became the new stage for the emotions of Formula 1. Sebastian Vettel, now the team's driver, was conquering the world with his skill on the track. Still, you remained a constant part of his life, the connection growing with each run.

The day after the exciting race in Singapore, Sebastian invites you to a quiet dinner. The atmosphere is cozy, an elegant restaurant in the city. As you browse the menus, Sebastian smiles, looking straight into your eyes.

– “These moments on the track have been even better with you around.” - He says. – "And I was wondering if you'd like to hang out with me. Not as teammates, but as... something more."

Sebastian holds his hand, demonstrating the sincerity of his words. – "I really wish this was something beyond the track. What do you think?"

The sincerity in Sebastian's words is moving. You smile, feeling a rush of emotion. – "I would love to, Sebastian. It would be a pleasure."

The Instructor - 2010

The year was 2010 and the Formula 1 season was about to start. Red Bull's Sebastian Vettel had a bigger challenge ahead of him. And you? Well, you were about to embark on the journey of a lifetime. Red Bull Racing decided that you would be Sebastian's instructor for the season.

The days leading up to the start of the season were intense. You and Sebastian spent hours on the simulators, discussing strategies, adjusting technical details and analyzing each curve of the circuit. It was a perfect elaboration, where the pilot and the engineer shared ideas and experiences.

On a rainy afternoon at the Red Bull office, Sebastian looks at you with a smile. – "You really know what you're doing. It's amazing how everything makes more sense when explained by you."

You laugh, sharing your knowledge with passion. – "It's all about understanding the nuances, the details that can make a difference. And when you drive, these details become even more crucial."

The season begins and the races bring challenges and triumphs. In a memorable race, Sebastian achieves another podium at home. The atmosphere in the pits is electric, and after the team celebrates, they turn to you.

– “This is for us, for our partnership.” – says Sebastian, and before you know it, your lips meet in a passionate kiss, revealing to the world the connection that developed behind the scenes.

The news about you two spreads quickly through the media, but you face everything head on. At a press conference, Sebastian smiles for the cameras. – “Finding someone who shares the passion for the sport and understands the madness that is Formula 1 is rare. And I’m grateful to have her by my side.”

The coming months will be one of continued celebration. Wins on the track create a unique dynamic. The world championship is an achievement for both of them, and on the podium, after the last race of the season, Sebastian surprises everyone again by holding the trophy, looking at himself and saying: “This victory is ours.

Commitments - 2012

After an intense and exciting race, you and Sebastian return to the hotel tired, but radiant from the victories achieved on the track. The atmosphere is relaxed and intimate when you find yourself in the hotel suite, with the city lit up in the distance.

Already dressed casually, you snuggle into bed, sharing laughs and memories of the day. The city lights mix with the twinkle of the stars, creating a magical scene.

Sebastian, looking at you tenderly, comments: – "You know, today was a special day. Not just for the races, but for being together. I have something for you." – He gets up and takes something from the table next to the bed.

Upon returning, Sebastian holds a small box. His eyes light up as he opens the box, revealing the dazzling ring. – “From the moment we met on the slopes, my life changed, darling. It’s not just about running for me, it’s about the journey we’re building together.”

He looked into her eyes tenderly. – "I don't just want the races, I want all the twists and turns of life by your side. So, Y/N, will you agree to be mine forever?"

The moment for Y/N is as if she were participating in a romantic movie. Your romantic movie. The city lights, the few stars in the sky and Sebastian's request create an unforgettable scene.

You, excited, respond with a smile lighting up your face. – "Yes, Sebastian. I accept with all my heart."

He gently places the ring on your finger, a tangible symbol of your commitment. The cold ring is bright and contrasts with the warm exchange of glances between you. An enveloping hug follows, as if it were a seal that transcends words. The racing heart is the echo of the emotion shared in that intimate moment. Amid the silence of the hotel suite, the kiss that follows is soft but full of meaning.

Weddings and Achievements - 2013

In 2013, on July 13th, the wedding of Sebastian Vettel and S/N Senna was a great spectacle. The lush garden was adorned with a profusion of flowers, while the mountains in the background provided a picturesque backdrop. The golden early afternoon sun cast a magical light on the ceremony, where Sebastian anxiously awaited the arrival of his bride.

The bride, radiant in her wedding dress, walked towards the altar. Sebastian looked at her in awe, and when she finally reached his side, he whispered, "You look amazing." The words were soft, but they carried with them all the depth of the love they had built since that first conversation.

The ceremony was filled with personal vows, each word echoing the unique journey that brought them here. When it was time for the vows, Sebastian held Y/N's hands gently.

– "Y/N, since the moment you came into my life, everything has changed. You are not only my partner, but my light at all times. I promise to be your constant support, to love you on good days and bad, always ."

With tears in her eyes, Y/N replied: – “Sebastian, you are my passion and my calm. I promise to support your dreams, laugh with you in the joys and face the challenges together. ."

The kiss after the vows wasn't just a symbolic gesture; it was the confirmation of an eternal promise. Under the warm applause of the guests, the celebration continued in an atmosphere of joy and happiness.

The reception was a festival of colors, twinkling lights and carefully planned details. The party continued with dancing, laughter and unforgettable moments. Each reflected the couple's unique personality and the love that permeated their union.

In the privacy of Sebastian's three-time world champion's room, the trophies and photos that told the story of his victorious career were proof of his achievements not only on the track, but now also in his personal life. The wedding photo occupied a prominent place, symbolizing the harmony between professional and personal victories.

Life continued with travel, intimate moments and the making of memories that would become fundamental pillars of the journey together.

At the end of 2013 the Brazilian Grand Prix arrived and emotions were running high. Sebastian, determined and focused, aimed for his fourth world championship. The Interlagos tracks witnessed a spectacular performance, culminating in the victory of Sebastian Vettel, who became four-time world champion.

In the pits, the team celebrated and Y/N was there, proud and excited. Y/N, with a smile lighting up her face, approached him. – "You deserve it, love." – She said, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Thus, under the vibrant colors of Brazil, the couple celebrated not just a victory on the tracks, but the victory of a love that withstood all the curves and straights of life. Sebastian Vettel's fourth championship marked not only racing glory, but also the consolidation of an extraordinary journey, where love and success were intertwined in a unique and unforgettable narrative.

Family and New Challenges - 2015-2022

The years that followed marked an extraordinary journey for Sebastian Vettel and S/N Senna-Vettel, a path full of challenges. In 2015, Sebastian embraced Scuderia Ferrari, diving into a chapter full of promises and achievements.

The space dedicated to Sebastian achievements, where his shiny trophies are kept, but now also for children's laughter and colorful toys. Elias, the firstborn, was born in January 2016, filling the house with the sweet melody of a baby's cry and transforming the world bedroom into a haven of joy and life.

Antonella's arrival in May 2019 further expanded the Vettel family's horizons. The days were filled with laughter, games and the innocent wonder of children discovering the world. The pantry room, where all the trophies are kept, now decorated with drawings and children's toys, has become a microcosm of family love.

At the end of the 2021 season, where Sebastian was at the Aston Martin team, he decided to retire and had Y/N's full support.

On a calm day, Sebastian and Y/N found a moment for a serious conversation about the future, sitting in the world room. Looking at the trophies that told the story of his victories, Sebastian began, "I think it's time for a change, Y/N. I've decided to retire at the end of this season."

Y/N looked at him surprised and, at the same time, understanding. – "Sebastian, this is serious. Are you sure this is the right time?"

Sebastian held her hand tenderly. – "Yes, I'm sure. I want to be more present for you, for Elias and Antonella. Every time I get home it seems like they grow another 5 centimeters. Life is more than tracks and races."

Y/N, despite her surprise, smiled, feeling the warmth of her decision. – "I understand. We will be by your side no matter what."

The last Grand Prix - 2022

The final Grand Prix of the 2022 season was a bittersweet spectacle. In the Aston Martin pits, the atmosphere was charged with emotion as the Vettel family gathered to support Sebastian in his final race. Watching the race, Y/N got emotional.

Six-year-old Elias watched beside her, with a mixture of curiosity and understanding beyond his years. 3-year-old Antonella was excited, fascinated by the colorful cars on the screen.

When the race ended and Sebastian crossed the finish line for the last time, Y/N was emotional and proud. As they approached the pits, he affectionately joked: – “You are sadder than me, because I am retiring”.

Y/N laughed, wiping away a furtive tear. – “It’s hard not to get emotional, Sebastian. There were so many achievements, so many laps together.”

Sebastian hugged her, looking at Elias and Antonella. – "You saw daddy run, didn't you?"

Elias, his eyes shining, nodded. – “It was incredible, daddy!”

Antonella, in her enthusiastic way, exclaimed: – “I want to run too!”

Sebastian laughed, taking her in his arms. – "Who knows, little one. Life is full of surprises."

⎊𝙘𝙧𝙨𝙨𝙫𝙟𝙗 - ²⁰²⁴

[honeydippedfiction]

She said, "He's not coming back. Because he's sleeping with me!”

Masterlist

Summary: based on Dirty Diana

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A/N: I was tempted to add smut to this but I’m feeling lazy tonight, lmk if you’d want an updated version with it

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Y/N’s POV

Monaco’s glitter never dulled, and neither did my appetite for its most enticing visitors. Among the Formula 1 elite, Sebastian Vettel had always stood out—not just for his skill on the track but for his notorious resistance to the charms that worked so effortlessly on others. He intrigued me, like a puzzle begging to be solved, and I couldn't resist a challenge.

During one of the Grand Prix after-parties, I wove through the crowd, my dress catching the lights, knowing full well he’d notice. Approaching him with a drink, I smiled, offering it as a token of congratulations.

“Sebastian, that was some impressive driving today,” I said, my voice laced with just a hint of promise. “Ever think of celebrating away from all this noise?”

He took the drink, his smile polite but guarded. “Thanks, but I’ve got plans,” he replied, a flicker of caution in his eyes.

I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. “Plans can change, Sebastian. Sometimes spontaneity can lead to the most memorable nights.”

"Thank you, but I prefer quieter celebrations. Perhaps another time," he replied, already looking past me.

"Oh, come on. A little celebration never hurt anyone," I teased, touching his arm lightly. He glanced at the contact, his eyes flickering with a warning. But I saw the momentary lapse, the brief interest, and I knew—I had a way in.

As the season progressed, I found myself at various races, always making sure I was in Sebastian's line of sight. In Singapore, under the artificial stars of the Marina Bay Circuit, I escalated my efforts. Waiting in the shadows after his disappointing finish, I approached him with a sympathetic smile.

"Rough night, huh? Everyone needs to let off some steam," I said, my voice low and inviting. "Let me show you the real nightlife of Singapore."

He glanced at me, his tired eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. “You don’t give up, do you?” he remarked, half-amused.

���And you seem worth not giving up on,” I replied smoothly, placing my hand reassuringly on his.

This time, he hesitated, the strain of the race evident in his eyes. "Maybe just a drink," he finally conceded, and I knew this was my moment.

We ended up at a secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of the racing world. As the night deepened, so did our conversation, and eventually, the undeniable attraction took over. It was everything I had planned, a night of whispered secrets and shared laughter, which ended with a promise of no strings attached.

The morning brought reality crashing back. As the sun rose over the skyline, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Sebastian's expression turned solemn. "This can't happen again," he stated firmly, his voice rough with regret. "I have someone waiting for me back home. This was a mistake."

I watched him dress, the lines of his body tense with conflict. "Everyone makes mistakes," I said softly, trying to lighten the mood. But his jaw was set, his decision clear as he walked out, leaving me to ponder my next move.

Driven by the thrill of the challenge, I refused to give up. My next opportunity came in Abu Dhabi, at the season's closing race. I knew this was my last chance to sway him this season. I pulled out all the stops, arranging an accidental meeting at the hotel lobby.

"Sebastian, fancy seeing you here," I said, feigning surprise. "One last celebration to end the season?"

He looked tired, worn out from the demands of his career and perhaps the weight of his guilt. "I shouldn't," he started, but I cut him off.

"Just one drink, for old times' sake?" I suggested, my voice a soothing balm to his hesitation.

This time, when he agreed, there was a resignation in his tone, a surrender to the inevitable. We found ourselves back in a secluded corner, the world fading away as we picked up where we had left off.

The night blurred into a tapestry of touch and whispers, a repeat of our last encounter but with an underlying urgency. As dawn approached, we faced each other with a mutual understanding; this was more than just a fling.

"I don't regret this," Sebastian confessed, his voice low, filled with a complex mixture of emotions. "But it changes nothing back home."

I nodded, my mind already racing with possibilities. "Who says it has to change anything?" I murmured, the idea taking root.

As he left, the final goodbye was different—less regretful, more inevitable. We were both caught in a web of our own making, the boundaries blurred. And as I watched him go, I knew this wasn't the end. The chase was as thrilling as the catch, and I was already planning the next Grand Prix, the next encounter, under the guise of night and the rush of adrenaline.

In this high-speed game of cat and mouse, I was always one step ahead, and Sebastian was an opponent worth every strategic move.

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Too Chaotic Baking||Sebastian vettel x ADHD!Fem!reader

Summary — y/n attempts to bake a cake for her and Sebastian’s get together with mick and his girlfriend.

Word count — 1466

Y/N stood in the kitchen, brow furrowed spoon clutched in her hand like it was a lifeline. The recipe card was laid on the counter partially dusted with flour and absolutely no help.

“Wait, was that the third cup or the fourth? She mumbled staring down at the half-filled mixing bowl “No I-wait. I said one out loud Two I whispered. There was the one I spilled on the floor or was that the sugar.”

From the doorway Sebastian leaned against the frame, arms crossed and wearing a fond smile “You tapped the side of the measuring cup three times you do that when you’re concentrating. I think you were about to pour the fourth”

Y/n looked up at him and blinked “You were watching me”

“Sebastian shrugged “Of course it’s cute watching you struggle with basic human instincts”

She laughed a breath of relief leaving her chest. “Okay fourth cup it is”

“Want me to read the steps out loud while you do the fun parts?”

She handed him the recipe card like it was a sacred scroll. “God yes. Before I forget if I added eggs or not and somehow bake a brick.”

Y/n handed over the flour-coated recipe card wiping her hands on the apron she didn’t tie right one strap fell off her shoulder and Sebastian gently fixed it as he took the card.

“You were supposed to be reading,” she teased, glancing at him.

“I was too busy making sure you didn’t accidentally bake the spatula into the cake,” he said with a chuckle pointing to the rubber spatula still sitting in the bowl. “You stirred it once and then left it there abandoned.”

She gasped dramatically “I would never abandon a spatula that’s ridiculous”

Seb grinned “Mhm. Alright, Miss Chaos you’ve added four cups of flour. Next is baking powder. One tablespoon.”

She reached for the small tin, opened it, and instantly paused “Wait did I already do this?”

He didn’t even look up from the card. “Nope, you picked it up, got distracted by the dog barking outside then started talking about how you think squirrels are government spies.”

Y/N blinked. “Okay but like… you can’t prove they’re not.”

“I’m aware.” He chuckled again, stepping beside her to hold the measuring spoon steady while she scooped. “There. Team effort.”

“I’m sorry I keep zoning out,” she said softly, her voice dipping just a bit, a hint of self-consciousness curling at the edges. “I wanted to do this all nice and perfect. Like those aesthetic videos. Just me, the batter, some music…”

“And now you’ve got me,” he said gently, leaning down to kiss her temple. “Not aesthetic, but very efficient.”

She smiled at that, heartwarming at the way he didn’t seem annoyed, not even a little. If anything, he looked delighted just to be here with her, in this chaos she called baking.

“Besides,” he added, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “your brain might work in loops and zigzags, but you make magic when you’re in your flow. And I’m happy to be the guy who catches whatever slips through.”

“I love you,” she said, flour in her hair and love in her eyes.

“I know,” he replied, bumping his nose against hers. “Now finish the batter before you forget what we’re doing and try to reorganize the spice rack again.”

“I’ve been meaning to do that.”

“I know.”

Y/N poured the batter into the pan, though she paused halfway through and narrowed her eyes.

“Wait. Did I add the eggs?”

Sebastian, who was mid-sip of tea, choked slightly. “Y/N please tell me you did.”

“I thought I did?” She stared at the batter like it would confess its secrets under pressure. “I cracked one… no, that was when the shell fell in. I remember fishing it out. Then I got distracted because the song changed and I did that little dance move.”

“You danced to two songs,” he pointed out gently, peeking over her shoulder. “Which suggests the eggs were… possibly forgotten.”

She groaned and grabbed a spoon, scooping a bit of batter to taste. “Nope. This is eggless. Crap. Okay. We can save this. This is fine.”

“You sure?” he asked, trying not to laugh. “Because it’s giving more ‘edible glue’ than ‘cake.’”

She shot him a look. “Hey, ADHD baking is a journey, not a destination.”

He raised his hands in surrender, then helped her pour the batter back into the mixing bowl. “Okay. Let’s call this version one a dress rehearsal.”

“Exactly!” she said, cracking the eggs into the bowl like a woman reborn. “We’ll get it right this time. I feel it. The vibe is different now. Stronger. Eggier.”

They mixed again, this time with Seb playfully reading every step out loud like a dramatic narrator. By the time the corrected batter was finally in the oven, Y/N was leaning against the counter, dusted in flour and icing sugar somehow, like she’d wrestled a ghost.

Sebastian handed her a cup of tea. “You survived.”

“I did,” she said, sipping it gratefully. “Thanks for being my anchor. And my egg tracker.”

“It’s a full-time job,” he teased, brushing her messy hair away from her face. “But the pay is good.”

“Oh yeah? What do you get paid with?”

“Kisses,” he said, and she laughed as he stole one off her lips before she could sass him again.

Thirty-five minutes later, the cake was out of the oven. And “…It’s leaning,” she observed flatly. “Why is it leaning?”

Sebastian crouched to eye level with the cooling cake. “It’s like the Leaning Tower of Pastry.”

She cut into it anyway and handed him a crooked slice. “It’s a little crunchy on one side.”

He took a bite. Chewed slowly. Swallowed. Then said with full sincerity, “It tastes like ambition.”

She burst out laughing. “That’s the nicest way anyone’s ever said ‘This is a disaster.’”

“You tried,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “And I got to watch you dance around in flour and threaten baking powder with your life. Worth it.”

“You’re the best,” she mumbled into his shirt.

“You are,” he replied. “Even when the cake tastes like regret and vanilla extract.”

They both laughed at the disaster of a so-called cake. “Do you think Mick and Magic Mouse will like it?” Y/n asked looking over at Sebastian who was poking the cake with his finger.

“Honestly I have no idea,” he said with I shrug.

Later that evening, they stood in front of Mick Schumacher’s door, Y/N holding the leaning cake on a mismatched plate like it was a crown jewel. She had strategically dusted it with powdered sugar to hide the more… textured areas.

“I’m telling you, we just have to commit to the bit,” she whispered to Seb. “Confidence is everything.”

“You sure?” he asked, clearly trying not to laugh as he eyed the cake. “It looks like it’s trying to escape the plate.”

She elbowed him. “It’s rustic. Like, rustic Parisian café. Like ‘I learned this from my grandmother in a rustic vineyard.”

“You baked it in a frenzy and forgot the eggs the first time,” he whispered back.

“Same energy.”

Mick opened the door, grinning as he stepped aside to let them in. “Hey! You brought dessert!”

Y/N beamed. “Yes. I call it… La Tarte du Chaos.”

Mick blinked. “That’s not a tart.”

“The word tart is subjective.”

They stepped inside, greeted by a warm kitchen smell and the sight of Mick’s girlfriend, Zaubermaus, helping him finish setting the table. She waved shyly, and Y/N smiled back before setting the cake down in the center like it was a holy offering.

“Smells good,” Mick said, peering at it like it might bite him. “What’s in it?”

Seb jumped in immediately. “Love. And… some flour. Maybe a hint of crisis.”

Zaubermaus leaned in and whispered, “Is it safe?”

Y/N lowered her voice too. “Honestly? Who knows. But we committed.”

They all sat down and ate dinner—easy conversation, laughter, a little teasing—and when dessert time rolled around, everyone hesitated exactly one second before cutting into the cake.

Mick chewed thoughtfully. “Okay, okay. It’s not bad.”

“I’m impressed,” Zaubermaus said gently. “It has… flavor.”

“What kind of flavor?” Y/N asked, grinning at the shyer girl.

“A mysterious one.”

Seb lifted his fork. “You know, sometimes baking is less about results and more about the journey.”

“And sometimes,” Y/N added, “the journey includes forgetting eggs, baking two cakes, and convincing your boyfriend to smuggle a slightly crunchy disaster into your friend’s house.”

Mick just laughed and raised his fork. “Too chaotic baking.”

“To chaotic baking,” they all echoed, clinking their forks together like champagne glasses.

[sandysformula1]

Princess // Sebastian Vettel One Shot

After sitting in a sauna handing out tickets for hours and cleaning up a little accident which involved some digested cotton candy and gum you found yourself sluggishly working your way into a dress, ready to parade out into hundreds of people.

You didn’t hate your job; in fact you absolutely loved walking around and talking to kids, watching their face light up from seeing the big mouse from Disney channel. But, considering your alarm decided to completely fail you and a little coffee stain decided to show up that morning you weren’t so at home in the happiest place on earth.

The shouts were enough to give you a headache, staring out into a crowd of mickey mouse ears. Forcing a smile and straightening out your back, you took a breath and waved to the crowd of bursting Disney fanatics and scrambling parents. You didn’t know how long it had been, more focused on keeping your job than the minutes ticking down from your escape of this seemingly hellish day. When it was finally finished, you felt your whole body shut down, jumping off the parade float and away into a building where the end of your shift sat, begging for you to just leave.

You silently bid goodbye to your co- workers.

It was a normal, peaceful day.

In any other circumstance, you would’ve gone home; possibly taken a bath with some light music in the background. Maybe snuggle into some fluffy blankets and sit down for a Harry Potter marathon for hours until finally falling asleep.

What you didn’t expect was to completely trip over your own feet, flying to the ground and dropping everything in your hands. You cursed under your breath, glaring at the gravel, before stumbling back to your feet. You didn’t find any of your stuff littered across the ground like you expected, instead in the possession of the arms stretched out to yours.

“Hey there, princess. Here’s your stuff. Are you alright?”

Your eyes went wide and, for the first time that day, you were fully awake. You tried to move your arms.The problem was, the boy that stood in front of you - blond hair and blue eyes and perfect body was not just some stranger.

It could’ve been a dream. Maybe your mind was so deprived of the sleep you so desperately needed that it was making up some vision in your waking life that surely wouldn’t have fooled you, have you had enough sleep. But the way he looked at you, hands out stretched and a small smile on your lips, you knew this wasn’t some figment of your imagination.

You just fell in front of Sebastian Vettel.

But, this was no fantasy and you were just trying to compose yourself, scrambling to take all your stuff from a man who surely wasn’t struggling to carry it.

“I-I’m okay. I - um, thank you for picking up my stuff.” You’d let out an awkward laugh, before clearing your throat. “Y-you’re Sebastian Vettel, right? Well, of course you are, I would’ve recognized you from a mile away. Wait - does that sound creepy? Yes, yes it does. I guess I’ll get going, sorry to bother you, um bye -”

And before you’re able to go; before you run away and try to erase any memory of how you completely embarrassed yourself in front of your celebrity crush, you felt hands on your wrist, a boy with a smile staring back at you.

“I actually saw you on the float earlier. You were really, um, cute up there.” He tried hiding the pink growing on his skin, embarrassed at how forward he was being. He lets out the laugh you’ve only heard through screen, heart pounding in your chest because your favourite goddamn person said you were cute and wanted to speak to you, of all people. This couldn’t be real

This didn’t happen to exhausted Disneyland employees with a coffee stain on there chest and tangles in their hair.

“Are you sure it was me you wanted to talk to?” You find yourself asking the. “I just can’t believe you would want to speak with… speak with me.”

He looks down at you, watching your head bow to the ground “Yes, it was you. And, if you don’t mind me asking, but I’d love to know the name of you.”

You feel yourself completely perk up, letting your name slip past your mouth with a smile grazing your lips.

“Beautiful.” His voice is airy, completely dazed at how perfect your name sounds in his head. “Um, H-Here’s my number. I know we just met, and not under the best circumstances, but I would really love to get to know you more, princess.”

You smile, taking the number from his hand and slipping it into your pocket.

“I’ll definitely be texting you soon, my savior.”

[vettelsvee]

you guys have me CRYING bc the only one shots requests are seb and oscar 😭🫂

[writingshushf1]

Sebastian Vettel - Masterlist

🥀: angst; 🌻: fluff; 🍒: smut; 🎭: funny/lighthearted; 📓: blurbs

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Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A man after midnight) - 🌻 🍒 (ish)

The one where you are Sebastian Vettel’s engineer.

Does your mother know?  - 🌻 🍒 🥀

"Now you're so cute, I like your style. And I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile”.

Until I found you - 🌻 🎭 📓

"I would never fall in love again until I found her"

Touch my body - 🍒

you've been such a bad girl...

[duvetsandpillows]

Full of Worry

Sebastian Vettel X Reader

Warnings: Light NSFW, Fluffy

Words: 1K

Requested

It was the second week of pre testing and the weather had taken a turn for the worst. The track was flooded and the session had been postponed. I was walking down the paddock, trying to find people to interview.

I’d spoken to Daniel and Esteban, managed to get a few quick words from Zac Brown and I got to have a decent chat with Christian Horner. The rain was becoming relentless, if given up with my umbrella after one of the arms snapped. My hood was only doing so much and I resembled a drowned cat.

My phone chimes and I took it out of my pocket, receiving a text from my boss. He told me to take a break until the rain eased up. I walked down behind the back of the paddock to go get a cup of coffee and dry off as best as I could.

“Hey beautiful.” I turned around to see Sebastians head poking out of the back door of the Ferrari garage. He reached his arm out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside before anyone saw. He led me into his drivers room and closed the door before wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. I buried my head into his chest; his body he’s immediately warming me up. A gentle kiss was pressed on top of my head before Seb walked over to his bag and got a pair of his joggers and a Ferrari top out.

“Put these on meine liebe. You’re going to get sick otherwise,” he said passing me the clothes. I thanked him as I peeled off my drenched clothes and replaced them with his, he knew I loved wearing his clothes. They smelt like him and it brought me a lot of comfort. I used my fingers to rake my soggy hair into a messy bun.

“You look so sexy in red.” I smiled, feeling the heat in my cheeks increase. We sat down on the sofa in the corner of the room, I curled up in his lap, my head nestled into his neck. Sen placed his Ferrari jacket over my lap as a makeshift blanket.

“Your laps looked good this morning,” I said, my eyes darting up to his face, his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes staring at the bare wall.

“Yeah until I red flagged the session,” he grumbled before letting out a hefty sigh. I frowned and sat up properly. I’d noticed recently he had started being a lot more self conscious and critical about himself, especially over little things that wouldn’t normally matter.

“It was only red flagged because of the gravel. You spun just like many other drivers have.” He was staring down at our entwined fingers, he was fiddling with one of the rings on my finger.

“Hey... my love?” His eyes slowly met mine, they were heavy and clearly full of worry. “You are an amazing and talented driver. A four time world champion! Even the greatest drivers in history; Senna, Prost, Schumacher they all make mistakes. Whether it’s spinning out, crashing into a barrier at Monaco or losing it in the gravel at the pit entrance. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, no one else is being this critical, so neither should you. Just take a breath and relax.”

He rested his forehead against mine and let out a shaky breath. I ran my fingers through his hair knowing he loved the feeling of my nails on his scalp.

“I don’t deserve you princess, you’re too good for me. No one else would put up with this,” he mumbled, almost at a whisper. I pressed a harsh kiss to his lips, wanting to emit every ounce of love I had for him through my lips. As we pulled away I took his cheeks in my hands and looked him in his crystal blue eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere Seb, okay? You deserve me, you deserve the entire world. You don’t have to worry about us. I can tell you have been but I promise you that I’m here for the long run. You’re my forever Sebastian.”

The sadness slowly left his face and was replaced by the smile that could light up a whole race track.

“There’s my happy handsome man.” He chuckled and pressed his lips against mine.

“I love you so much (Y/N),” he mumbled against my lips before kissing me again. Seb pulled my leg so I was straddling him properly.

“Seb...” I warned.

“It’ll be fine princess,” he whispered between kisses, his hands sliding down my sides and squeezing my arse. I raked my fingers through his hair, grinding my hips causing a moan to escape his throat. As his hand slid underneath my top the door swung wide open.

“Hey Seb- oh god sorry... (Y/N)?” Charles stammered. I leapt off of Sebastians lap and brushed my top down, Charles staring in shock.

“I wasn’t here...” he said quickly before rushing out, the door slamming behind him. I turned around and raised my eyebrows at him. His face was the same shade as his top but he had a smug grin, making it obvious he didn’t care at all.

“It’ll be fine princess,” I said imitating his voice. He chuckled and pulled me back into his lap, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Hey at least he will stop making flirty eyes when you was past the garage!” I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

I put my damp coat on and gave Seb a quick kiss before leaving his room and sneaking out of the garage through the back. I walked outside to a clear sunny sky, as if it hadn’t rained at all. The track was being dried off as best as possible so the session could start again.

I looked over to see Charles chatting to a journalist, his eyes flicked over and he shot me a wink. I smiled and put my finger to my lips, knowing our secret was safe with him.

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[vetteltea]

hi congrats on the new blog!! just wanna req smth anything with seb x hamilton! reader when she visits at the same time he was in suzuka for the bee hotels and they hit it off start talking abt their passion for the environment yk

Meant to Bee | SV5

⊳ returning to the paddock with your brother & the beekeeper extraordinaire. [0.7K]

⊳ requests are still open; please send me some stuffs, i need some inspo.

You and your brother had always been close; you had been his biggest supporter for so, so long.

In all the years of following him around paddocks, you’d always picked up friends.

Your favorite has always been Sebastian.

He’d always been warm, caring. Even during his time at Ferrari, he always had a kind word for you and your brother.

Your paddock appearances had dwindled for the last few years; you had finally started University, starting your course as an environmental lawyer.

However, when Lewis had come to you, asking if you’d attend at least one Grand Prix with him this year, you’d cracked.

‘Just…consider it a holiday.” He’d coaxed you out of your University Hall, practically carrying your suitcase for you.

The first few days had been amazing; you’d gone on adventures, sent your mother a photo of you and your brother in the most stupid Nintendo hats.

However, there was a literal buzz in the air when arriving at Suzuka; you’d opted to stay at the hotel on media day for some much needed rest and relaxation, only for your phone to go off whilst receiving a deep tissue massage.

Your brother had sent you a photo, him and a familiar blonde mass of curls.

Sebastian was in Suzuka.

The moment you could, you’d opened up your social media pages, seeing that Sebastian was in fact in the Paddock, setting up bee hotels and looking…insanely handsome whilst doing so.

You miss the following text which comes flying in when you��re back in your hotel room, hair loose around your shoulders and silk dressing gown tied around your middle.

Lewis had told you he was bringing Sebastian back to the hotel for some drinks, but you weren’t aware of this, not until you opened the door to see the two figures standing at the entrance.

“Sebastian!” You don’t even acknowledge your brother, practically jumping into the blondes arms at the joy of seeing him after so long.

You hear his laughter, wrapping his own arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, asking how you had been doing since you’d last seen one another.

After getting changed, the three of you had gone down to the bar in the hotel, a few drinks over catching up on the past few years.

Lewis, being the social butterfly he was, ended up finding Bono and having a drink with him too, whilst you and Sebastian remained comfortable on the couch.

It was nice, relaxed. His arm rested along the back of the sofa, both of you engrossed in conversation as you inched closer together.

He’s amazed when you tell him about your degree, spinning off into a complete tangent about the environment.

You both have such incredible plans for the future, on saving the environment.

He is sitting straight up when you tell him about your final project; how you were planning to create a green energy source in each of the major areas of your University.

He wants to help, he’s instantly asking for details and is promising he’s going to be there, he’ll be there for whatever you need.

The sun is setting, but he moves from his seat, reaching out his hand, insinuating you take it.

‘Come on. I want to show you the bee hotels.’

Of course, Sebastian is a charmer; he works his magic and gets the two of you back into the track, walking you over to turn two.

It’s insane; the fact the entire track had shown up, decorated the hotels. He’s explaining biodiversity to you as you weave in and out of the beehives, still holding his hand.

He knows this, of course. His grip had remained tighter when becoming more passionate. You were back, you were finally back with him, even if only for a race.

“Are you staying for the race?” He asks, "You nodded in response.

“Well…maybe after practice tomorrow, we can grab some dinner? Discuss this a little more?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Sebastian?”

He looks down to where your hands are still entwined, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

And of course, you agree. You just…don’t need to tell your brother.

[lxndonorris]

warmth - Sebastian Vettel

Y/N x Sebastian Vettel Theme: angsty fluff Seb comforting you x requested by: @wolfsbanesbite​  word count: 890+

Note: writing this on my phone so please bear with me.

The sun is setting slowly, painting the cloudless sky in a swirl of yellow, orange and red. You're sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking outside the window, completely lost in your thoughts. Life has been good to you lately. Work is going smoothly, your relationship with Sebastian couldn't be better and nothing is really bothering you. But, something deep inside you is still worrying. Something must be fake, wrong and simply a lie, or not? Sighing, you close your eyes for a while, taking a couple of deep breaths.

You are thinking deeply, so you don't even notice Sebastian entering the living room through the hallway. To be fair, he can be really sneaky, when he wants to be. Just when he sits down, and your weight shifts on the sofa, you open your eyes, turning your head to instantly meet his gaze.

"Hi." He says shyly, his beautiful eyes shining even brighter than usual. "Hey." You mouth, but even now, your voice breaks slightly, causing you to giggle. Sebastian reaches for your face while you try to hide your insecurity. You know that he can simply read you like an open book, but it's worth a shot. He's so busy with his job, that you don't want to put your weight on him as well.

His fingers brush over your cheek, and you feel blood running through your face, causing you to blush instantly. A little startled, you lift your head just enough to meet his eyes once again. This time, however, he looks at you, worryingly. Sebastian lets his thumb run across your cheek gently, before he tucks your hair behind your ear, exposing your red face even more.

You can yourself getting lost in his eyes, even though they wander all over your face, until they meet yours once more. "Seb...I". You open your eyes to say something, but he slowly shakes his head. With his eyes closed for a second, a coy smile forms in the corner of his mouth. "It's okay." He says, with his voice rougher than usual. "I know." You mirror him intuitively, a quick smile flashing on your lips. Placing a hand on his, you cannot help yourself, but let one single tear run down your face, your nose and before it reaches your chin, Sebastian wipes it away lovingly with his other hand.

Slowly, he leans into you, placing a single, loving kiss right on your lips. You can feel his mouth on yours, his breath against your lips, his warm skin just inches away from yours. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, again taking him in. Then, he separates from you, just enough that you can still feel his presence, before he places a few more gentle kisses on your nose, your cheek and to your forehead. They feel like little fluffy band aids, making you feel calmer right away.

Carefully, you give in to him, resting your head against his firm but comfortable chest. Instantly, he wraps you in a warm hug, rubbing your back tenderly. Taking even more breaths, you notice the faint scent of his cologne tingling in your nose. A sweet, tender smell, his familiar scent. You steady yourself against his chest firmly, and he reacts promptly. Guiding you even closer, inviting your body to meet his with open arms. Following his lead, the two of you lean back against the huge pillows behind you.

Sebastian keeps on stroking your back, running his fingers along your arm, his fingertips barely touching your skin. You can feel your whole body aching from exhaustion, and let out another, long sigh. Sebastian breathes deeply, your body moving rhythmically with his heaving chest. It' so easy, isn't it? All of those thoughts are gone, all that remains is this moment with your boyfriend. Tired, you sink down to his lap. Slowly, you turn around, catching him watching you closely.

Smoothly, you let one of your hands slip underneath his tight shirt, feeling the heat of his body againsg the palm of your hand. Lovingly, you start stroking his tummy, running yoir fingers across his skin, making him smile. He returns the favor, but Sebastian runs his fingers along the bridge of your nose, softly. It gets harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

Of course, he notices it, and smiles warmly. "Shall I get you to bed?" He says comfortingly, but you shake your head. "This is way better." You grin, and you stare into each other's eyes. "Okay." He says, breathlessy, but pulls his hand away. Now, he takes your empty hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Carefully, he bends down, kissing you again, and again, multiple times. One kiss softer than the other. "Just know that I'm always here for you." Sebastian growls deeply, his face just inches away from yours. "Thank you." You say, and touch his face. You let your fingers wander across his cheek, along his jawline through his scruffy beard and messy hair, before you gently grab his neck and pull him into another, this time, more passionate kiss.

"Y/N", He purrs, before he pulls away shortly. Blinking a few times, you watch his soft lips open again. "I.. I love you." Sebastian says, his voice huskier and rougher than before. "I love you too." You smile, kissing him again.

[writingshushf1]

i really wanted to do a short story based on "first burn" from hamilton (musical). which driver should i pick? (remember: it's angsty and it's about being cheated on basically)

but then also i would love to make a 2 part with helpless and then y/n finds love in another driver :))

[sandysformula1]

Serving a full-course meal//Sebastian Vettel One Shot

Attention: SMUT!!

You walk into Sebastian's clean kitchen and you see him completely naked with just an apron on. "Do you like what you see, my dear y/n?". You blushed and he definetly liked that. He loves it when you blush because of him. You start to stutter, you can't get a sentence out of your mouth. He walks to you and pushed you against the wall. Sebastian give's you a deep look and start's to kiss your neck and lips. You wrap your legs around his hips and he carries you to his bedroom. He shove's you to the bed and starts to take off your clothes. Now the only thing separating you from his is this apron. He starts to massage your calves as you open your legs just for him. Sebastian is always at the safe side so he pulls out a condom and stretches it over his massive member. And yes what can I say, dinner was served hot and steamy.

So this was the first time that I wrote something smutty, hope you like it.

[vettelsvee]

would you write more platonic seb x reader fics? 👀

yes! feel free to send me your requests if you have any 😊