#mark webber x y/n

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wife

mark webber

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/47), wife kink, height difference, breeding kink, wife!reader, summertime fic, verbal worship

a/n: do you have baby fever? you do now! *flashbangs*

kimi raikkonen ver. - sebastian vettel ver. - jenson button ver.

while summer wasn't your favourite season you were happy at the very least that there had been a fair bit of sun. your little pet project had become helping your husband out in the garden behind the house you lived in. you had been mostly taking online summer courses for your degree prior to this year, but now that your degree was finally done you were a little more helpful outside. plus, you were never going to say no to be away from your desk.

you suggested to mark, that you start looking for a 'big girl job' and your loving, older husband simply patted you on the head and said, "take the summer off, you deserve a break!"

but you had a different idea of what break meant. you thought it was going to be a few months until the weather cooled down while mark through the break would end once your first child started primary school.

mark's hand grazed your lower back as he leaned in towards you while you were bent over giving your attention to the tomato plant. his touch was comforting, yet firm. he remarked with humor, "you take care of them so well. you're like their mother." and then laughed.

"i wouldn't say that, honey." you replied as you were upright once more. your husband wrapped his arms around you and pressed up against you.

something had been filling his mind lately. he was almost in his fifties! he thought it was about time that you two did a little family planning. the world of racing would like another webber and he thought you were the perfect woman to have them.

didn't help that he had been having a reoccurring dream. mrs. webber, happily greeting him with his son at your hip and pregnant with your second child, a daughter. kid looked just like him and you always had dinner ready for your little sprouting family. it itched a part of his brain that mark didn't think was possible. he wanted to see you pregnant with his child.

he placed a hand on your middle. it was already a little softer, but the idea of you with his child made a fire light in him. he held on and kissed your cheek with a gentle affection.

"let's go inside for a bit. too much sun isn't good for you." he said softly, even though the sun was now hidden behind some fluffy white clouds. mark loved how much smaller you felt compared to him. he was close to six foot two so he had to look down at you. especially when you were tucked away at his side.

softer, gentler, younger. near perfect to be the mother to his children. because you weren't going to stop at one, mark might be getting up there in age. but he could still keep up and keep you full.

he loved looking at you. your skin warmed by the sun. you had an old baseball cap of his on that you wore while you gardened, but mark had it off of you while he was shepherding you into the bedroom.

his wide hands on your hips as he got you into the room. he made his size difference known and it turned you on. it was quite the feeling that leapt in your chest. him being domineering as his hands then trailed up under your shirt.

he playfully scolded you, "you need to wear some sunscreen. i don't want to anything about my wife getting a sunburn." then kissed your cheek before the t-shirt was pushed up to just under your breasts. exposing your middle to him.

you soon stood there in your shorts, underwear and socks. your dirty shoes left by the door and your t-shirt thrown to the floor to be washed later. mark licked his lips and cupped your breasts in your bra with fondness. gonna need a bigger size in a few months. he exhaled before he leaned in for a deep kiss. he continued to undress you slowly. fuck, you looked beautiful. pretty breasts, soft curves, all belonged to mark webber. the thought made him hard.

he kissed you before he got his shirt off and kissed you again before he full got undressed. you ended up on the bed and he continued to kiss you deeply.his large hands roamed your beautiful body.

you moaned under his kisses and held onto his shoulders. your short nails dug into the skin for a moment as his kisses grew in passion. with a want in his gut for you. he groaned against in the kiss as his cock throbbed while pressed against your middle.

"fuck honey, i knew i had to have you all to myself. look at you." he said between heavy breaths. he got you on your back, further up the bed and said, "how did i get so lucky?" he got between your legs, "they don't make them like you anymore." he said cheekily as he rubbed his hard cock up against your slick entrance.

you blushed as you felt mark's cock up against you. you replied, "they don't make them like you anymore either."

mark adored you. he was deeply loving and protective. if he was protective now, imagine when you were having his baby?he soon sank into you and he loved the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his aching cock. his slice of paradise. he fit perfectly inside of you, his wife.

"fuck, mark." you groaned as you felt the euphoric state down to your nerves. you didn't think you'd crave sex as much as you did with mark.

he kissed your face with a gentle force. he clutched onto your soft thighs, "honey, you feel so good. i love you, i love you so much. you are the most - fuck - beautiful woman i've ever laid eyes on." his thrusts were steady as he pressed as far as he could inside of you. the two of you were chest to chest.

his cock nudged against your spongy warmth. mark was hefty in the cock department. he was big, but knew you took it beautifully. even under him, letting him take you with no protective. but he was certain that your body was needy for him.

mrs. webber with her two children, playing in the yard while her loving husband tended to your tomato plants. a domestic bliss. mark webber's little family, his pride and joys. mark loved it and maybe when they were in bed. he'd get to feel his wife's curves again.

"you feel amazing, honey. fuck, you're my angel. perfect beyond measure. look at you. all mine. the wife to end all wives." his thrusts grew stronger.

even at his age, he could still keep up. you couldn't even tease him because you would just be lying. more often you tapped out before mark could ever break a sweat.

his pace continued, it was heavier. his movements were more desperate, he needed his cute little wife. he was smart by putting a ring on you. maybe he should've waited till after you graduated before you got married, but you were already putting webber on assignments by accident.

now he could spend all summer making a baby with you. you have that free time, letting him fuck you, make love to you, breed you. the headboard creaked up against the wall while he thrusted up into you. he heavily panted and he kept up the pace. he wanted you deeply, like a throb in his body while he worked your core.

your back arched a little, you held onto the covers for support while mark shifted your hips a little and continued to fuck you at a pace that left you breathless. sweet noises left your lips as he continued to feverishly fuck you. the leap in your heart as the need for more pleasure grew.

"mark."

"yes, honey?" he panted as he held onto you tighter. the race in his soul and the excitement coursed through him.

"i need you." you gasped as the pleasure only mounted in your body. it was near overwhelming, you felt the leap in your pulse and the sweat on your body. to mark it looked painfully erotic. you felt the heightened euphoria, your soul begged for your husband. you knew that mark's main kink was you. you as his wife. you as the mother of his children. he had a thing for your carrying that title. it fit you lovely, just like his cock in you.

as it should be.

you were so close to your orgasm, close to being pushed over the euphoric edge. you panted heavily, he felt amazing against you. you were so needy when mark gave you that pleasure you desired. you could taste it in your throat. the noises got sweeter, pathetic in a beautiful way. you held on tighter to the covers as the feeling only grew in you.

mark shuddered and continued his heavy thrusts. he could feel it as well which only spurred him on to continue his movements. he wanted to make you feel the best you could possibly feel. to pour his love into you, a certain deep devotion that left you yearning for more.

"cum for me, baby. my honey, my wife, cum for me." he groaned as he dug his hands into your hips. with a few more thrusts he finished inside of you.

he kept his pace steady in a post-orgasmic bliss. running on a certain primal instinct as he hiked your hips up further and fucked your pussy. he fucked you through your orgasm as your back arched and you held onto the covers tightly for support. the pleasure consumed you and it left you panting and hot all over.

"beautiful." he slowed his pace to a stop. he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. he pulled out and got you into his arms while he laid next to you in bed. your leg over his hip as you laid facing him. your cheek against his chest. his words were so much softer as he said, "you're the perfect wife. you do everything for me, and i do everything for you."

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"aw c'mon!" you huffed as you tried to get a better look at the tomato plant. the problem was that there was too much of the plant in your way to check on what you needed to see. the thing had grown like a monster over the early parts of summer!

"honey.. baby." mark said as he picked up your small daughter to see what was troubling you, "why don't you try getting a chair to sit down." he placed a hand on your lower back.

you exhaled, "i'm fine, i'm fine." you were currently four months pregnant with your second child. your daughter, stella, was three now and excited to be a big sister. you were still a stubborn little wife despite mark's guidance to relax.

you rubbed your lower back and looked to your daughter, "next year you'll help daddy and i pick all the tomatoes, right?" then tickled your daughter's middle which made the little girl laugh loudly.

she nodded eagerly and mark kissed her on the top of the head. already a total daddy's girl. you said you had dibs on being your second child's favourite.

mark gave you a small kiss on the cheek and said, "better yet, how about you sit with stelly-belly and i get you both something to drink and i'll check the plants?" his eyes lingered on your round middle, "you're not wonder woman, honey. and before our second peanut is born, why don't you enjoy today?"

you sighed, reluctant. but once you got an armful of your daughter you had no choice but to take a seat. you knew you weren't going to win this fight. you leaned in to kiss him before you headed towards the patio furniture near by.

"hey!" mark said and you looked over. he pointed at you, "not too much sun alright, don't need my girls getting a sunburn today." then winked at you. he smiled. he couldn't be happier, he had everything he needed and so much more <3

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Kinktober - Day 10

10th — breeding kink, Mark Webber

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Mark watched as you were playing with your nieces and nephews, the two of you tasked with babysitting. Watching you take care of a child stirred something in him, a primal, carnal need to get you pregnant. You felt his energy shift, turning your head over your shoulder to look up at the man seated on the couch. His eyes burned through your clothes, darkened with lust, a look you fondly recognized. 

“We’ll leave soon, baby,” you promised, delicately setting your hand on his forearm. 

Mark was practically pulling you out the door as soon as you were relieved of your job, hurrying you into the car. 

“Why so rush, Mark? We don’t have much to do this evening.”

“Seeing you like that, taking care of a kid was making me feral. I want to knock you up so fucking bad,” Mark hissed, making heat rush between your thighs. 

His hand reached down to rest on your thigh, hiking up your skirt and thumbing over your panties until a wet spot had formed. Now, you were just as desperate as he was, practically tumbling out of the car once he parked in your drive. 

“M’gonna breed you and fill you up with my babies,” Mark growled into your neck as he reached around you to unlock the door, pushing you inside. 

The words made arousal smear between your thighs, gushing from your pussy as you grew even more bothered. He groped you under your sundress, and you struggled to pull it off. 

Mark aided you, stripping you bare in seconds, his clothes joining yours in a trail to the bedroom. Mark manhandled you onto the bed, wrestling you onto your back. He grabbed your legs, holding them together and bending them upwards, leaving your hips raised slightly off the bed. 

He started with his head immersed between your thighs. He circled your clit with his tongue as he held your hips in place. Your thighs clenched around his head as he dipped his tongue into your entrance and fucked you with his tongue. When you began to beg for more he slipped one and then two fingers inside you. He pumped them languidly as he latched onto your clit once again. By minute five, he had you clenching around his fingers as your orgasm washed over you. He could’ve come in his pants just tasting you, but he had a goal tonight. He stroked himself a few times, his breath catching as he slid a thumb over the angry red tip of his cock. You reached out, wanting to touch him, possibly taste him. He grabbed both of your arms and pinned them above your head with one hand and you whined in protest. 

He slid his cock through your dripping folds and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a silent promise that he’d make it up to you. You arched against his touch, and opened your legs further, beckoning him in. He enjoyed teasing you as he gathered your slick on the head of his cock, but you were beginning to squirm against him and he was getting impatient. 

He inched inside you, barely meeting any resistance as your greedy hole swallowed his cock. Your walls fluttered around him, and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. 

Slowly, he rocked his hips against yours. You let out a high-pitched mewl as he gradually picked up his pace, stretching you in a way that had your toes curling and back arching against him. He fondled your breasts which would soon be filled with milk for your future child. He couldn’t wait to see you with a round belly holding his child. He placed a palm on your stomach as he rutted into you, imagining what it’d look like in a few months. He knew that maybe it wouldn’t take the first time. He’d pump you full of his seed as many times as it took. Your moans were like music to Mark, his hips stuttering before hot cum sprayed into your womb, his cock nestled right against your cervix as he released, trying to get you pregnant. The sensation was startling, making you cling to him and hide your face in his warm neck, whimpering his name. 

“I’ve got you,” he panted, staying buried in your pussy. 

“M’sensitive!” you gasped when he began to rock his hips once more, sending shocks through your cunt. 

“No need to worry, I will do all the hard work tonight.”

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Something Sweet

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Pairing: Mark Webber x Sugarbaby!reader

Warnings: A lot of use of daddy but only from random twitter users, reader is implied to be quite a bit younger than Mark but an exact number is never given.

Notes: I should start on the Nico fic in not too long (probably a bit later in the week. But here is the Mark smau:)

Request: Can i ask for nico rosberg fluff or a mark webber sugar daddy smau?

Summary: Mark Webber looks like he should have a sugar baby attached to his side, so why doesn't he?

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Yourusername: Life lately 💋🎀💕

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User1: I want to be you so badly

↳Yourusername: I've found meeting a someone that wants to "help support me" does the trick 😉

User2:This luxury lifestyle is a NEED!!! How do you afford it?

↳Yourusername: My amazing boyfie🥰

User3: GIRL YOU'RE TAKEN!?!?!

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User4: Did anyone also see Mark freaking Webber in the likes!?!?👀

↳User5: Who?

↳User4: Dilfiest of all dilfs ever, he's an ex-F1 driver

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Yourusername: Week without the boyf so I decided to treat myself🎀💕

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User1: Woah. Is this Mark's new girl?

↳User2: Nothing was proven but he is in the likes and her last photo is the same that oomf used for the thread so...👀

User5: YOU ARE SO HOT!!❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥💰💰❤

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User4: Woah, how did your man react to you posting such a hot photo dump when he isn't in it this time!?!?🔥🔥🔥

↳Yourusername: He just send an Australian kiss (and half a grand)💋💕

User 6: Whoah who is this cute young thing?

↳User7: Don't speak like that, it's objectification. But this is Mark Webber's rumoured girlfriend

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User1: This is iconic I fear...

↳User2: No but like fr

User3: I aspire to be this unbothered.

↳User4: Literally. I'm desperate to see more of her and Mark's dynamic.

Aussiegrit: ❤

↳Yourusername:Love u Markiepoo💕🎀

↳Aussiegrit:Love you more sweetheart❤

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↳User5: I SEE YOU MARK

User6: My question is, what is her contact name for someone like Mark🤔

↳Yourusername:...🤭 Oh I won't it's too bad

↳User7: Please Miss Y/L/N🥺🙏 Just tell us

↳Yourusername: Alright. I kid you not, its "A.T.Mark💋💰❤"

User8: You're hot AND funny!?!?!? Please leave Mark for me!!!

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[norrisleclercf1]

*stumbles through the door* Mark and Jenson at WEC request you say?

Call back to Mark and reader both being in love with Jenson but Jense was too scared to admit it, but imagine both her and Mark attending Le Mans to support their boyfriend and both going absolutely feral over Jenson in all black with the glasses, and them making out behind the garage between stints (even though they want to do so much more but Jenson needs to be sharp for his racing)

A/N: June.....I've had this since June.....someone take my writer card away

He just wanted a peaceful meeting, that's all, all he wanted was to learn the track, walk it real quick with the others, and go back to his hotel, instead he was staring at his phone tracking a plane that might or might not have his favorite married couple on it.

Honestly it was a little pathetic at his big age of 44 was freaking out about the fact that you and Mark were currently on your way to watch Le Mans but also see him....more importantly do very unethical and illegal things to him probably and he was pathetic for giving you full access cards where you could come to his motorhome whenever you two pleased. But, you wouldn't arrive until the morning of the start of the race as you were both flying in from Australia.

Which is why when he wakes to someone gently scratching his stomach he doesn't panic instead he growns and stretches into the touches and opens his eyes seeing you, Mark lying down next to him asleep as you smile softly. "Morning," You whisper as Jenson tugs you down making you yelp softly as you tumble into his chest.

"Sleep, I don't have to be up for a while," Jenson whispers and you chuckle as Mark rolls over and tugs you both in pressing a kiss to Jenson's neck and going still again. "Sleep, you'll need it as well," You whisper as the three of you all drift off.

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"Fuck, it's unfair you look so damn good in black," Mark whispers against Jenson lips as he groans holding the older man close as the two make out messily, Mark tugging on the black fireproof making Jenson groan. "I have to drive soon," Jenson whispers against his lips making Mark chuckle. "I know...." Mark smirks and slides his hand down, but Jenson grabs it and chuckles, "Nuhu," He whispers as Mark pull his hand away and kisses him one last time, "Trust me, I want too, but we can't," Jenson whispers as Mark smiles fixing his outfit, "I know,"

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"Y/n," Jenson groans as you tug him behind a motorhome and you giggle as he scoops you up and hold you close as you two slowly make out, "You and Mark will be the death of me," He groans making you laugh softly and hold his face, "We missed you, can't blame us that you're hot and wearing a fireproof," You smirk as Jenson hisses at your nails dig into his back, "Dammit, I would very much love to make love to you right now, but I can't you know I can't," Jenson pleads and you bull back and sigh kissing under his jaw, "I know, I'm sorry," You mumble knowing he needed to stay sharp for the race.

"When this is over, you and Mark aren't leaving the bed for a week," He grumbles as you walk away laughing

[menagerofmischief]

could you possibly do a mark webber nsfw alphabet? i hc he's secretly a dirty old man lmaoo

nsfw alphabet -> mw2

masterlist

nsfw alphabet (a-z)

mark webber x fem!reader

a/n: I was already planning on doing one for mark when I got this request, so perfect timing. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

He'll always stroke your hair and pepper kisses all over your face, praising you for how well you did and offering you water and snacks. Will usually drive you a bath, or carry you to the shower but if it's been a long day you'll both just cuddle up and fall asleep.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Mark is pretty satisfied with the way his body looks, and hasn't really thought much about what his favorite part is. Maybe his arm.

When it comes to you, he absolutely adores your tits. No matter the size, he's obsessed. Constantly squeezing them, pinching your nipples, groping you ... Once he even offered to let you use his hands instead of a bra while at home.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Mark is dirty, sue him. While he loves cumming inside of you, watching it run out and then scooping it up and pushing it back inside - he also loves cumming on you. Especially on your face and tits.

He's pretty satisfied either way, so he'll leave it up to you, grunting out a "Where do you want it, sweetheart?" as he pounds into you like a feral animal.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

It's not as much of a secret as he thinks it is, but he keeps a collection of your nude polaroids you have given him over the years and uses them to jack off when you're not together.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He's not as experienced as some other drivers but definitely had his fair share and been around.

Still takes his time to learn all the ways to make you fall apart, because his experience in handling your body is more important to him than any previous one he's had.

F= Favorite position

Loves doing it in doggy, gives him easy access to slap your ass or pull your hair. Also loves cowgirl because he can lean up and suck your nipples while you ride him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He's not goofy at all. It's either intense or super intimate but he's definitely not cracking jokes or being funny.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He keeps it trimmed but doesn't fully shave it off. When it comes to you, he's okay with whatever you choose to do as long as you feel comfortable.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He really gets deep into the mood, no matter what the mood is. It all depends of the events of the day, if it was a long or particularly bad day it's more romantic and slow.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Doesn't do it very often as you two are together most of the time but when you're not, he's like a teenage boy entering puberty. Will jack off to your photos or video call you so you can masturbate together.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Definitively exhibitionism, some light BDSM, and has a bit of a daddy kink.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere, anytime. He likes your bedroom the most because that's where he can really take his time but he's down to go pretty much anywhere.

M= Motivation (what gets them going)

He's a dirty (old) man, anything you do is enough to turn him on. Just say the words and his pants will be on the floor.

N= No (something they won't do)

Will not share you. He's just not up to bringing someone else into the bedroom, no matter their gender.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

You know that video of him talking about the Australian kiss?

Prefers giving, especially if you're riding his face. Will spend hours between you legs, working his tongue over your most sensitive spots and making you cry from overstimulation. If he suffocates, he'll die a happy man.

P= Pace (do they prefer it slow or fast)

Usually it's fast and intense, messy kissing, desperate pounding and deep groans as he fucks you like an animal in heat. But on lazy days or bad days it's more of a slow passionate love making.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer quickies or taking their time)

While he does prefer to take his time with you and draw multiple orgasms from you - he is absolutely down for hickeys. Will fuck you no matter how little time you have left or how risky the place is.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He's open to trying anything you want to experience. Is definitively a bit of an exhibitionist so he loves doing it in risky places with high chances of someone catching you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go)

I think now that he's older he really only cums once, maybe twice on a good day. But that doesn't matter you won't be getting multiple orgasms, because the order of things goes: his mouth, his fingers and mouth, his cock.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Definitively had a stash of toys hidden in a box under your bed. Multiple different kinds, from dildos and vibrators, to gags, plugs and clamps. Loves using them on you and if you're good maybe he'll let you try a few out on him as well.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Mark loves to tease you to the point you're begging him to do something, anything. He loves when you get whiny and desperate and it makes him tease you even more.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

As soon as his lips part open it's dirty talk flood. He groans a lot and you'll catch a few moans slipping.

W= Wild card (random headcannon of any sort)

Once upon a time Sebastian had a crush on you. Once upon a time (post Multi-21) Mark fucked you in Seb's driver's room and made him watch.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in those pants)

He's about 8 inches, and he knows how to use it very well. It's not that girth-y but it's still a bit of a stretch. The tip is dark pink.

Y= Yearning (sex drive)

Mark is insatiable, he could happily go at it the whole day with short breaks and it would be his personal slice of heaven. Ready all the time, horny 24/7 and absolutely will make it your problem.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He does start nodding off but will only fall asleep after you have. He finds it comforting to listen to your breathing fall into a rhythm as you curl up into him and fall asleep.

[loonylupinblack3]

Early Mornings

Pairing: Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: none :)

Summary: just some short fluff with husband!markwebber

Word count: 0.6k

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

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

"Morning," he murmured, voice gravelly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I vote we stay here," you said.

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

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

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

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

He smiled. "I promise."

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

"Fine. Let me get ready."

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

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

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

[its-avalon-08]

hi okay so since we have very little mark webber content im doing everyone a favour so like similar to the fernando one but this time y/n watched mark's flying 2010 crash and even though he's completely fine y/n is MAD (like it happened for the second time). Mark tries joking it off after they get home but she gives him the silent treatment+ doesnt let him kiss/touch her. then when she finally gives in she's angry and cries while mark consoles her?

please don't leave (mw6)

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i had so much fun writing this one thank you so much for this request ! i hope you enjoyed! happy reading <3 do send in more requests! as for pre existing requests- im working on it! lots of love ava

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y/n practically clawed at the armrest as the grainy helicopter footage on the tv flickered. it couldn't be. not again. the unmistakable red of mark's car was wedged against a barrier, smoke billowing skyward. her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "mark..." the word escaped her lips in a strangled whisper.

the newscaster droned on, thankfully confirming mark was unharmed. relief flooded y/n, momentarily pushing the anger aside. but as the adrenaline subsided, the fury simmered back. this was the second time she'd endured this terror in the three years they'd been together.

the apartment door creaked open, and mark limped in, a grimace on his face. even with the obvious pain, his smile was sheepish. "hey there, drama queen. looks like i caused a bit of a stir, eh?"

y/n remained glued to the couch, arms crossed. the silence in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. mark's smile faltered, replaced by a worried frown. he shuffled closer, a hand reaching out tentatively.

"y/n, come on," he coaxed, "it's alright. just a bit shaken, that's all."

his hand hovered in the air, inches from her shoulder. y/n flinched away, the movement sharp and cold. the hurt flickered in mark's eyes, but he persisted.

the air in the apartment hung heavy with unspoken emotions. mark hovered near y/n, his own leg throbbing from the crash, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the emotional turmoil brewing across the room. he yearned to hold her, to feel her warmth and offer some form of comfort.

"so," mark started, his voice breaking the suffocating silence, "at least this time i didn't manage to take out any cameramen. silver linings, right?"

he forced a smile, hoping to lighten the mood. but as he reached out, y/n visibly stiffened. her back straightened, and her arms, which had been limp at her side, clenched into fists.

mark's smile faltered, replaced by a dawning realization. this wasn't the time for jokes. he saw it in the way her shoulders started to tremble, a silent tremor that spoke volumes.

"y/n," he began, concern lacing his voice.

but before he could continue, a dam broke within her. tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over as she whirled around to face him.

"silver linings?" she choked out, her voice thick with anger and barely contained fear. "mark, how can you even say that? don't you get it? every time you get behind the wheel of that car, my heart stops! i watch those races, glued to the screen, praying that the red and white doesn't end up tangled in a mess of metal, praying that i don't hear your name followed by the words 'critical condition.' this isn't some game, mark! these aren't just crashes, these are near-death experiences!"

her voice hitched, raw emotion pouring out. "and you have the audacity to joke about it? to try and find some humor in the fact that you almost died again? do you even consider what it does to me? the sleepless nights, the constant worry gnawing at my insides? i can't take it anymore, mark! i can't live like this, constantly on the edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop!"

y/n's rant hung in the air, heavy and accusatory. mark stood speechless, his heart sinking with every word. all the flippant remarks he'd planned evaporated. here, laid bare, was the true cost of his passion, the unseen burden he placed on the woman he loved.

shame washed over him. he hadn't truly understood her fear, the depth of her worry. now, seeing it raw and unfiltered, he felt like a monster.

"y/n," he finally managed, his voice hoarse with regret, "i... i'm so sorry. i had no idea. i was trying to be lighthearted, but you're right. it's not a joke. i was a fool. please, forgive me. i promise it won't happen next time."

"it's not enough, mark!" she shot back, tears welling up in her eyes. "what if next time... what if there isn't a next time?"

the room went silent again, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. after a long moment, mark sat on the coffee table beside her, a dejected sigh escaping his lips. he didn't try to touch her again, respecting the space she needed.

minutes bled into hours. finally, y/n's tense shoulders slumped slightly. with a shaky breath, she turned towards mark. he met her gaze, his eyes filled with concern.

"i just..." she began, her voice thick with emotion, "i can't lose you, mark. not like this."

large tears streamed down her face as she spoke, her voice cracking. mark was by her side in an instant, pulling her into a tight embrace. he held her as she sobbed, whispering comforting words into her hair.

the fear, the anger, all of it spilled out in that moment. when her cries subsided into hiccups, mark gently wiped away her tears.

y/n's words hung heavy in the air, each one a hammer blow to mark's heart. shame burned in his gut, hotter than any engine fire he'd ever faced. he hadn't just been selfish, he'd been blind. blinded by the adrenaline rush, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of the race. he hadn't seen the terror in her eyes, the worry etched into her every expression.

"y/n," he started, his voice thick with remorse, "i... i don't even know where to begin. you're right. it's not a joke. it's never a joke. every time i climb into that car, a part of me knows the risk. but the truth is, i never stopped to think about what it did to you. i was so focused on myself, on the competition, on the win, that i completely ignored the cost it had on you."

he took a shaky breath, pulling her closer, "those sleepless nights, that constant worry… you shouldn't have to carry that burden alone. you shouldn't have to live in fear because of my passion. it's not fair. it's not fair to you, and frankly, it makes me question my own damn priorities."

mark ran a hand through his hair, frustration lacing his voice. "this racing… it's been my life for so long. it's given me purpose, pushed me to my limits, made me feel alive. but if it comes at the cost of losing you, then what's the point? what good is a trophy if the person i love the most is shattered every time i race?"

he looked at her, his eyes pleading for understanding. "i can't promise you i'll quit. it's in my blood, this need for speed. but i can promise you this: i'll never take it for granted again. i'll never forget the fear in your eyes. every race, every decision, every corner i take, you'll be there, a constant reminder of what truly matters. and if, at any point, you can't handle it anymore, if the fear becomes too much… i'll walk away. no questions asked. because you, y/n, you're my everything."

silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of his words. but this time, it wasn't a suffocating quiet. it was a space filled with the dawning of a new understanding, a fragile hope for a future where his passion wouldn't overshadow the love of his life.

the silence stretched on, a hesitant dance between hope and uncertainty. then, slowly, tentatively, y/n reached out. her hand brushed against mark's, sending a jolt of electricity through him. he laced his fingers with hers, the warmth a stark contrast to the storm that had just passed.

"i..." she began, her voice barely a whisper. "i don't want you to quit." her eyes, though still glistening with unshed tears, held a new resolve. "but i need you to be safe. to understand how much you mean to me."

mark's heart swelled in his chest. "i do, y/n. more than you know." he pulled her gently towards him, offering a quiet, "can i kiss you now?"

y/n melted into his embrace, lips meeting. he held her tightly, the unspoken promise hanging heavy in the air. they would face this together, fear and passion intertwined. but for now, all that mattered was the quiet comfort of each other's arms.

after a long while, y/n pulled back slightly, a small smile gracing her lips. "just promise me," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

"anything," he whispered back, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"no more 'silver linings' jokes after a crash," she declared, a playful glint in her eyes.

mark chuckled, a genuine laugh that warmed the room. "deal. but maybe a celebratory ice cream after a win?"

y/n snorted. "we can negotiate."

and with that, they settled back into their embrace, a newfound understanding blossoming between them. the future was uncertain, the track still held dangers, but as long as they had each other, they could face anything. as mark drifted off to sleep, y/n snuggled closer, her soft breaths a lullaby against his ear.

[embrosegraves]

𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℕ𝕖𝕨

(request) Mark Webber x Fem!Reader The very beginning of a brand new relationship

Warnings: None :D it's really short tho

For as long as you remember, you’ve always been a cuddly person. When you were younger people would say it was just separation anxiety because you were never very far away from your parents. But as you grew older more people seemed to understand that it was just your way to show the people around you that you loved them. However just because you were cuddle-prone didn’t mean that everyone you loved was as well. So you had scoured through books, magazines and the internet to find ways to show your love for people. 

When you first met Mark, you could tell almost instantly that he was really a hugger. Which did bum you at first, but you quickly began to love getting a fist bump or a high five when you saw him around the paddock. You thought they were extra special whenever Mark would do really well during a race. It was like your own little celebration, even if he did the same thing with his mechanics and engineers. You didn’t care, truly, because you still felt special enough to be included and that’s what mattered to you. 

You almost lost your mind when you had gone to shake his hand one morning. Instead of grabbing and shaking your hand like you had expected him to, Mark had grabbed your forearm and had begun speaking to you about making plans after the race weekend. Almost instantly you had also grasped his forearm, your hand comically smaller than his arm, and agreed to whatever plans he had just made for the two of you. He gave you a smile, patted your shoulder with his free hand and continued on walking.

You had spent the rest of your day thinking about the interaction. It wasn’t until you had gotten back to the hotel your team was in that you realised he had organised for the two of you to go for dinner. You felt a little silly that it had taken you so long to register what he had actually said to you, especially considering it had been the only thing you thought of all day. Sitting on the bed of your hotel room, you thought really hard about the actual words he had said to you. 

“I know this is probably a long shot, but I’d really like to take you to dinner Monday night.” 

He was confident, trying to hide how nervous he was. Looking back, you noticed that his usually cocky smile had looked much softer. Almost timid.

“I’d love to.” 

Thinking of how you had responded, you grew embarrassed. You had probably looked so dazed. You wouldn’t be surprised if your eyes had been glazed over. He had asked you to dinner on Monday, which gave you an entire race weekend to prepare yourself. 

It was both fortunate and unfortunate that the weekend seemed to go by so quickly. It was soon time for the race, which meant that your date was the next day. You had decided early on that you would continue as normal. Greeting everyone, including Mark, as you usually would. Fist bumps, high fives and hugs made their way around the garage as everyone prepared for the Australian Grand Prix. 

The drivers had gotten into the cars and were waiting to be rolled out to the grid. You made sure to go to Mark in his car and give a fist bump and good luck before the car got rolled away. His visor was still up, so you had gotten to see his face scrunch in a smile when you wished him luck. Everyone was excited for Mark this race, being on his home turf and all. 

Once the race began, it didn’t take long for the happy and hopeful mood in the garage to basically disappear. The race had been going relatively well for Mark, a few mistakes here and there but nothing that would drastically change his race outcome. Until of course, Lewis Hamilton’s Mercedes clipped Mark’s rear tyre causing him to spin out and retire onto the gravel. The safety car came out, the stewards ruled it a racing incident, and Mark was brought back to the pit lane in the marshall’s car. 

When Mark got back to the garage, he was brought straight to a debrief before finally leaving to his driver’s room. You had followed him to his room and quietly entered behind him. He hadn’t even acknowledged that you were in the room until he had sat on the small sofa and you had walked over to him. You knew  that he normally wasn’t a hugger, but you felt like the circumstances called for one so you gently wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and gave him a gentle squeeze. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, slightly bewildered. 

“I’m giving you affection. You need it.” If you were honest, a small part of you expected him to remove himself from your embrace. 

“Disgusting-” He paused, it seemed like he was contemplating the hug, before finally, “Do it more.” 

This made you laugh a bit, but you complied nonetheless. You squeezed him again and this time you also placed a kiss on the top of his head. When you felt his arms reach up and wrap around you, you spoke. 

“You better get used to me giving you affection if we’re going to dinner tomorrow.” 

“I think I can do that.” He laughed. 

You laughed as well. “Good. Because you won’t be able to escape it.”

I like this one a lot and I feel kinda bad that it was sitting in my drafts for so long

So here it is!

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[sluttyvroomballs]

Sugar Sweet

Note(s): Mention of crashing, kissing, fingering, unprotected  p in v, smut, fluff in the end, playing with boobs, nipple sucking, too much usage of “sugar” (I could not decide what to call reader 😢)

I was never supposed to fall in love with him. It was unprofessional. But fuck, for him, just once, I would love to break all the boundaries. 

I was Mark’s manager and god, he was the epitome of hotness. The chiseled jawline, perfect cheekbones, those eyes, that smile- wait… why am I saying such things about him? He’s way out of my league.

It was the day of the Australian Grand Prix, his home race. It just added to all the nerves. I had to make sure everything was perfect for him. Mark was starting on pole, sharing the front row with Fernando Alonso. I clasped my hands tightly as the lights went green and the race began.

The race turned out to be an absolute disaster, on the first lap, Nico Rosberg hit Mark’s rear, and Fernando pushed him off the track, making Mark spin off into the barriers that caused him to retire. 

I stared at Mark as he stomped off to his driver's room, fuming. I came back to my senses a few minutes later and went to check on him. I hesitantly knocked on the door and waited for him to open it. 

After a minute or so, Mark opened the door and stood in front of me, just wearing a towel around his waist-holy sexiness. He had those perfect abs on display, glistening with water, and dear god, why was the room starting to feel hotter?

He clears his throat and I quickly avert my gaze, a furious blush on my cheeks, embarrassed that I was caught. “What happened sugar? Something wrong?” That nickname never failed to give me butterflies; today was no exception. 

I stutter out “No no, nothing is wrong Mark,” I blush even more seeing his intense gaze on me “Just wanted to apologize about your race…”

I could see his eyes soften ever so slightly as he placed a hand on my hips and whispered in my ear, “My race is fucked anyways sugar, we cannot change that…” He pulled me inside and closed the door before he gently pushed me against it, making me clench my thighs together. “But you can make me feel better, no?” His breath ghosts over my lips, making me melt in a puddle. 

I could just stare at him as he gently cupped my jaw, “Let me make you feel good sugar,” I heard him say before he passionately pressed his lips against mine, making me weak on the knees. 

Every rational thought flies out of my mind as I feel his soft lips against mine, as he kisses me like I might disappear. We kiss for a few minutes before he moves his lips to my neck, sucking and biting on the skin, definitely leaving marks. I could just moan out as his fingers hastily unbuttoned my shirt before he unclasped my bra, leaving my chest exposed to him. 

“So pretty, so perfect,” Mark cooed gently as he squeezed my breasts, which elicited a loud moan from me. 

“Quiet sugar, don’t want others to hear, do we?” I bite my lips as he sucks on my nipple, making me squirm underneath him. 

“Ma-Mark” I moan out, the sensation feeling too good as I feel his erection press against my stomach through the towel. His fingers hook into the waistband of my pants, pulling them down with my underwear making me gasp loudly. 

His fingers press on my clit, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he slowly adds some pressure. “My god sugar, you’re so fucking wet for me… fuck,” I moan in response, the feeling so good that I cannot comprehend my words. His fingers teasingly part through my wet folds before he thrusts two fingers inside me and I whimper and lean against the wall for support.

“Fuck Mark… feels so good,” I moan as he continues to thrust in and out of my pussy. 

“Faster Mark” I beg “Please-” I moan loudly as he curls his fingers slightly and hits the perfect spot. 

“Fuck sugar, feel so good” Mark groans out “Gonna come for me soon? Mhm?” Before I can comprehend his words, I feel the knot in my stomach tighten and I come on his fingers. “Mark…”

 Mark smiles smugly as he licks his fingers clean, whispering hotly in my ear “You taste even sweeter than you look sugar. So fucking perfect, just for me, only for me…”

Mark removes the towel from his waist, letting his dick spring free. And god… he was huge. His tip was dripping wet from pre-cum and his body was covered in a sheen layer of sweat due to arousal. It was a sight to behold. 

His abs clenched slightly as he guided his dick inside my pussy and thrust in one go. We both moaned loudly at the sensation, the stretch I felt was the nearest feeling I would ever get to heaven. I felt so full.

Mark began to thrust, pulling back till the tip and thrusting back in. I felt my orgasm approach again as he fucked me against the wall. I whimper out “Gonna come soon Ma-ah!” I moan as he thrusts at a particular angle, stretching me even more and thrusting even deeper inside.

“Come for me sugar, come for me,” Mark rasped out as my walls clenched around him and cum on his cock. I feel his thrusts getting sloppier before he comes inside me.

Mark pulls out of me, and I slump against him, feeling relieved and spent. I cling to him tightly. He gently picked me up in bridal style before carrying me to the couch in his room and gently put me down and he laid beside me before cuddling with me and I buried my face in his chest.

“Stay with me sugar… please.” I snuggle even closer into him and whisper “I will Mark, always will.” 

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[spoonfulofmilo]

Hi hi, hope ur doing well :), I'd really love a mark webber fic with either fem tattoo artist reader or heavily tattooed fem driver reader

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mark webber x fem!tattoo artist reader

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“Mark, you don’t have to get anything. They just require an adult over 21 to come in with me for some reason, they require a legal adult there, that doesn’t have to be a parent. I think it’s so you don’t bail halfway through, and you are the closest, and I didn’t want to drag my parents out and…” Daniel pleaded to Mark. This was not Mark’s plan of how he wanted to spend the winter break.

“Fine! Damn it Daniel, you really are a piece of work sometimes. As long as I don’t have to get a tattoo, sure.” Mark conceded.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Let’s go kiddo, before you make me regret it.” Daniel wasn’t a kid, not at all if he was going to race in f1 next year and get a tattoo this year. But compared to Mark, who still felt somewhat young, Daniel was a baby. So he took him to the tattoo place.

Mark would’ve been slightly worried that he was walking into an elite escort club if it weren’t for the fact that he had read every review of this place to make sure it was safe and triple checked that they were at the right location before they entered and he had asked every staff if they were in the right place. He’d asked the 3 people so far who had checked his ID, the 2 who had searched his bags, the 2 who had chatted to Daniel about design and the 2 that had chatted to him about his design until they realised he wasn’t getting one, and they had all confirmed that he was in the right place. And then finally, they had emerged into a room that looked like a tattoo and piercing studio. 

While the lighting seemed to be mostly based off of lamps, it was a relatively well lit building. The aesthetic was very dark and grungy, but the place was lit well enough that the piercers and tattoo artists could see what they were doing. The tattoo reclinable chairs were all black, Mark imagined so they didn’t have to be cleaned when patients bleed.

“Okay, hey Daniel, I’m your tattoo artist for today. There’s just a few final things I need to check on, and then we are ready to go! Hey, I’m Y/N, are you Daniel’s Dad?”

“Uhhhh, no. I’m just a friend who offered to come. I’m Mark.” Mark offered his hand and Y/N shook it politely. He took note of the bats and snakes that trailed up her right arm and was about to inspect them, before realising that this handshake had gone on for way too long and now appeared borderline creepy.

“Um…okay, are you getting a tattoo today?” Y/N asked, when Mark had finally let go of her arm

“No. Definitely not.” Mark shuddered at the thought.

“Okay, back to you then Daniel. Do you have a drink bottle, or at least some way of hydrating today?”

“Yeha, I have this water bottle.” Daniel held up a small crinkled plastic water bottle that Mark was sure was max half filled. He watched Y/N cringe at it.

“Do you have anything else? I know this is your first tattoo, so I don’t blame you for being a little underprepared but based on the tat we’re doing today, and how big it is, I think you’re gonna need more water so-” - Y/N

“I have some in my bag, just to be safe.” Mark smiled at Y/N who smiled back before turning back to Daniel. Mark pulled out the backpack he had brought and pulled out some snacks, 2 big water bottles, and a smaller one for himself.

“Eaten a big meal today? We’re gonna be here a while and have you put moisturiser on your thigh?” 

“Yeah, I ate a big meal for lunch with Mark, and there’s moisturiser on my thigh, although it may need a bit more.”

“Okay, I’ve got extra, don't worry about it. Have you shown Mark your design? Maybe take off your shorts, and then while I get the moisturiser you can show him your design.”

As Y/N wandered off, Mark watched as Daniel shimmied his shorts off before lying back on the chair and pulling a piece of paper from the backpack and turning it around.

Mark had to admit, it was a very pretty tattoo. He gasped as he looked at it, and if another artist had turned round to him then and there he would’ve immediately agreed to have a tattoo done. The art was stunning and Mark agreed that while the tattoo would take a while, the concept drawing would’ve taken even longer.

It was a lighthouse and a ship, with ‘no regrets’ in a banner on top and ‘only memories’ in a banner on the bottom. The ship and lighthouse were very intricate and Mark could almost see every pen stroke that had been put on the piece of paper. As he studied it, he heard Y/N come back and pop the bottle of the moisturiser, and start murmuring to Daniel about pens and needles and colouring. Finally he heard the 2 laugh and looked up from studying the artistry.

“Sorry Mark. I do need the design to uhh tat Daniel up here and so I do need the design. Now Daniel, have you had any ibuprofen, alcohol, coffee or fish oil in the last 48 hours? These things tend to be blood thinners, and I really don’t want you bleeding out on my floor. It’s also more painful for you, as you’re going to end up with more skin irritation, which is not fun.”

“Why are you doing such a big and intricate tattoo to start with? Surely most people start with smaller tattoos.” Mark curiously asked

“Yeah but I figured if I get one big one, I’ll only ever get one so it’s fine.” Daniel said sheepishly

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that kiddo. That’s what I thought, and now look at me. I personally like my smaller tattoos better, but it’s all personal preference.” Y/N smirked before she grabbed the needle and began the long process.

Mark tried to watch with interest, wanting to absorb everything Y/N was doing. But he ended up having to turn away as Daniel got a needle stabbed into him multiple times.

“Why’d you bring a squeamish one, Danny?” Y/N laughed from seeing Mark’s reactions

“Haha, I didn’t know. Maybe you should give him a tattoo, see how he reacts?” 

“No. No tattoo.” Mark chanted as he stared up at the ceiling, hands clenched into fists on his legs.

“How about a piercing? It can just be in your ear, you won’t even see the needle, and it’ll be painless, mostly. A lot less pain than this tattoo, hey Danny?” 

“Yeah, come on Mark! I did my ears when I was 13. Very painless, at least compared to this.”

“Fine. When are you gonna do it?” Mark conceded, done with their antics and persuasion.

“Probably in about an hour, when Daniel needs a break from this tat. Do you want me to do it, or would you prefer someone else to do it, like Jayden, or Alex or Leo? They’re all specialist piercers, as opposed to me, who’s technically a specialist tattoo artist. I can pierce your ear, obviously, but if you’d rather someone who’s probably a bit better, and if you just want to get it over and done with, then you can do someone else!”

“Uhhh, no, no. I’d rather you’d do it, if that’s okay?” Mark shuffled awkwardly, unsure.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, that’s fine. I may get Leo to just talk you through everything, cause I can’t multitask, and he’ll take your notes on preferences. LEO! Get over here.” - Y/N

Mark ended up getting quizzed by a man with more piercings and tattoos than Mark could care to count. He quizzed him on piercing placement, what earrings he wanted in and the care required afterwards, until finally Daniel asked for a break.

“Alright, all good by me. I’ll get Jayden to grab you some food and some drink to get you through while I…” she spun around to face Mark “pierce Mark’s ears.”

Mark gulped. He was certain that this was a bad idea.

And yet Y/N was so soft with him. She sanitised his ears, and put numbing cream on it. She talked him through everything and what she was doing, and the actual piercing of the ears was unnoticeable. Because she was talking the entire time, about motorsport and any random things she could think of. Mark was happy and content, at least until she pulled back and turned back to Daniel.

“Are you ready to resume, Daniel?” - Y/N

“What happened to you piercing my ears?” - Mark

“Mark…I have pierced your ears. You’re all done.” - Y/N

“What?” Mark put his hands up to his ears and felt the small pieces of metal stuck in his ears.  “Oh, sorry, I didn’t even feel it.” - Mark

“Good, you’ll start feeling it soon, don’t worry, particularly the more weight.” - Y/N smiled before turning back to Daniel’s thigh and kept going with his tattoo.

Mark smiled and watched as her hands delicately worked on Daniel’s skin. The tattoo looked even better than it did from her sketches. He tried to not be too creepy but he loved watching the planets on her fingers crinkle while she concentrated. She brushed some hair out of her face and Mark was drawn to the bee behind her ear, looking ready to buzz away.

Way too soon Daniel's tattoo was finished and they had to leave. Mark did give Y/N his number and they started talking, as Mark begged her to come to a race. She came for Daniel’s F1 debut race down in Melbourne and kept texting Mark throughout, asking what certain terms she heard thrown around were.

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BONUS SCENE

“Nice earrings Mark, when’d you get them?” Seb asked as they met before pre-season testing.

“Oh over the winter break you know?” Mark grinned, determined to not spoil his secret of Y/N

“Nice, you planning a tattoo next?” Seb grinned. He could always tell when Mark had a secret.

“Ha, nope. Just taking Daniel on more expeditions.” Mark said ‘i hope’ he added in his head

“More piercings then?” Seb grinned mischievously.

“Ha, maybe, maybe seb, maybe.” He smiled thinking about getting more piercings, letting Y/N touch his body with her surprisingly soft hands, maybe he’d get a piercing in a more intimate spot next time.

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[bunny-jpeg]

let me see that smile

mark webber

tags: smut/pwp, sugar daddy au, sugar daddy!mark, age gap (20s/48), dirty talk, videos/recording, pillow humping, daddy kink, masturbation, filthy (!!!)

a/n: filthy, ka-chow!

you: miss you, daddy <3 mark: i know, be home soon. keeping the bed warm. you: of course! mark: how are you feeling? you: i'm kinda sad today :( mark: hopefully that gives you something to smile about, princess.

the next notifcation was that he had deposited twelve hundred dollars into you account with a note that read, "daddy's been missing you, can you give him something to get through the next few days?" anyone could see that you were mark webber's spoiled princess. but you thought that was fine, because you spoiled him in return.

mark webber was your older sugar daddy, close to fifty years old he quite enjoyed having someone younger to sink his teeth into. and you enjoyed the attention of an older man who would do anything to make you smile. and with the money securely in your account, you got to work.

he didn't pay for sex, that felt sleazy. he paid for your attention, your time, your company; it just happened that sex was part of it too. he loved you in cute lingerie and with a cunt for of silicone toys. even when mark wasn't fucking you directly, he held the keys to your release. you didn't cum unless you got permission.

you changed into nothing but a small cotton pair of panties and one of mark's t-shirts and set up your phone camera in front of the bed. you smiled a little bit as you started the recording. you knelt on the bed and giggled a little as you pulled the shirt up to expose your panties. you sighed dramatically, "i miss you, it's not fair that you had to go all the way to italy without me." you rolled your hips a little bit and you groped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, "leave me all alone here. it's not fair." you knew that mark would get off to it.

mark liked when you whined, when you bitched and moaned until he got to shut you up. either with some money in your wallet, a purchase you wanted or his cock in your mouth. you played with your breasts some more and huffed, "i'm not a dog that you keep at home while you go away." as if you didn't have a choker (read: collar) that you wore when you left the house. you eventually rubbed your pussy over your cotton panties and let a damp spot form as your moans got a little louder. the house you lived in with mark was secluded, you could be as loud as your little heart desired.

you sent the first video with the caption, "hugs and kisses." before you got the shirt and panties off and started the next recording. you grabbed his pillow and shoved it in your face as you rolled your hips against nothing. you felt excitement brew through you as your anticipated what was to come. you moaned into the pillow and rubbed it up against your breasts until your nipples got hard. you gasped into it before you put it between your legs.

you humped the pillow like an eager little pillow. your mouth hung up and your eyes on the camera lens as the fabric rubbed against your clit. you felt the sensation up against your body, it felt good. there was something about how you moved your body that made your body feel flustered. you whined, "please, daddy. at least bring me back something nice from italy. you know i always loved it there. we could've spent the whole weekend in bed, fuck sky news." you giggled as you planted your hands on the bed under you and really worked your needy cunt up against his pillow. you soaked the top of the pillow case with your wetness as the fire of lust burned in your belly.

"fuck, daddy. i need you, i need you so badly. can you please give me permission to cum today? you didn't let me yesterday and i had to edge myself for almost an hour so i could go to sleep! i know it's not the same as that big cock of yours. but going without orgasms is like going without water!" you humped the pillow a little faster and dug your fists into the covers as you felt the pleasure leap through you.

you thought of him, you thought of his hands on you. you thought of how good it would feel to have his lips on your neck. to bite at your tender breasts or lick across your needy pussy. you had a habit of believing that mark ruined all other men for you. no one else could be as addicting as him.

mark had a certain charm about him that drove you crazy. you wanted him often, it didn't help your raging lust for older men. men with big hands and charming smiles, the kind that liked to spoil you and made you sexually needy. fuck did mark make you needy.

you knew that he'd come back and take proper care of you. mark wasn't one to leave his toys unattended for too long. especially ones with such expensive taste, you could already imagine the gift from italy that was waiting in his suitcase. you continued to rub your needy clit against the pillow, soaking it with your wetness. you wished he was lapping at your sex, his fingers pleasuring you on top of it.

"i can't wait for you to come home to me, daddy. i can't wait to have you in bed with me again. i've been thinking about you while i've been here all alone. i know you said i could have friends over, but i'd rather you fuck me until i can take your cum in the back of my throat. i'm needy without you." you whined a little louder as the pleasure zapped through your body. your clit felt stimulated from the soft pillow.

you knew you would change the cover after, but knowing mark he'd want you to keep it on so he could get a good smell of it when he got home. he said there was nothing more intoxicating to him than the smell of you wet cunt.

you were getting close, you had permission to cum by virtue of you sending him a video. he didn't want to leave you too needy, or else you might get desperate. you continued to hump like a sweet little angel and the pillow between your legs was a cloud. you could already imagine what mark was up to. where he was and how he'd feel when he saw the video.

"please, daddy! come home soon! i need it! i need you!" you whined as your entire body tensed up and you came with the pillow between your thighs. your core throbbed and your pussy wetness properly stained the pillowcase. you slowed down your movements until you placed both hands on the mattress to steady yourself. you panted loudly in the quiet of the bedroom.

you looked to the camera and smiled brightly with heat in your face. you said between heavy breaths, "thank you, daddy. i can't wait till you get home." before you went from the phone on the stand to send to mark.

soon the videos were sent and you got into a new pair of panties. the old pair and the pillowcase were thrown in the wash for later. you went to go grab some water as you waited for his response.

but it came rather quick and you almost choked on the water when all you got in response was a picture of mark's hand grasped around his cock. soon after there was a text that read, "there's that smile, angel. forgot how noisy you were in bed, but that's alright. when daddy comes home, he'll keep that mouth of yours full." <3

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Kinktober - Day 25

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25th — humiliation, Mark Webber

Your cheeks burned, mouth parting in a whimper of his name. Mark was posed in his chair, with you knelt at his feet. You were waiting for the next words to come from his throat, gaze flickering anywhere but his face, “I want you to say it.”

Your lips trembled, tears pricking your eyes, “I.. I’m nothing without you.. I’m just your stupid little whore..” You could hear the low hum of approval he let out, and even if you hated it, the heat blooming through your veins grew, blood rushing to pound against your needy sex, “And?” You didn’t want to disappoint him, so again, you spoke, “And.. and.. I’m worthless.. ‘M only good at taking your cock..”

You were feeding into his ego, and you knew it. You could tell by the lazy trace of his hand against the growing tent in the crotch of his pants. Another hum of approval pulled from his chest, and he motioned you closer. You did as he asked, shifting forward on your knees until you were level with his spread thighs. You continued to look up at him with teary eyes, and slowly, he cradled the side of your face, fingers pressing against the meat of your cheek. His hand pinched your face, smushing your face enough for it to hurt, “You’re pathetic..” You nodded against his hand in agreement, mouth parting in a little whine. He hummed down at you, before removing his hand and leaning back in his chair once more. His lean thighs parted again, mouth pulling into a mean grin, “Unbutton my pants.. Unless, you’re too stupid to do it yourself.”

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[lokideservesahug]

Happy "Family"

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Warnings: Nothing, this is just cute fluff.

Notes: Right this request is 2 whole races late and I am so so sorry. But better late then never😅 (I'm so sorry)!

Summary: How do the Webber family react to their favourite adopted member's shenanigans in Monaco? Well let's see...

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Yourusername: A midly stressful weekend from start to finish. I think and Mark and I have developed a large amount of great hairs with the amount of stress (especially with that contact) but in the end it was all worth it when

@ oscarpiastri got Second place. We are incredibly proud, all of us🧡

P.S. I had to include a photo of both of Oscar's adoptive dads sharing an interaction!

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Oscarpiatri: Thank you all for the support and thanks to the little gremlins for being so amazing yet again🧡

↳ Yourusername: Well done Oscar we are so happy for you (and see you tonight at dinner)

↳User1: They are getting dinner to celebrate?!?!?🥺

↳Yourusername: We were going to get dinner regardless but we can now use at as an excuse to celebrate (and let someone babysit the kids)

↳User2: #justiceforbabywebbers

User3: This is the sweetest thing ever. I need The Piasebber family more than I need air atp

↳User4: FR. Like they are the sweetest most supportive group ever

User5: Welcome back celebratory Y/N captions

↳User6: It's been a long time since we have seen those

↳User7:🤨

↳User8: Because Mark retired ages ago!😅🥲 (he deserved a championship😔)

Aussiegrit: Well done Oscar, what a great performance today

↳Oscarpiastri: Thank you Mark (also I'm afraid to ask Y/N but what is the dress code for tonight)

↳Aussiegrit: Any time🧡 (Smart casual for the resteraunt, and I get your fear)

↳Yourusername: Do you guys remember that this is my comment section so I can see what you typed...right🤨

↳Aussiegrit:Nothing to see here darling x

User9: THE CHARLES AND MARK PHOTO

↳User10: That had me giggling bro

Charlesleclerc: Well done Oscar 🤍

↳Oscarpiastri: Thank you parent #2

↳Charlesleclerc:Who is parent Number 1?

↳Aussiegrit: Im sorry to break out to you mate, but Oscar has a clear best parent!

↳Oscarpiastri: Yeah. It's Y/N

↳Aussiegrit: Oi!

↳Yourusername: Sorry darling, and sorry Charles (and well done on your home win)! But Osc said it best...

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As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback is always welcome!

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[libraryofloveletters]

Snowed In

Mark Webber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: prior to mulit 2-1, redbull era mark, grumpy mark, snowed in at the airport, alcohol and the consumption of, mark blames you for the snow, airport delays, seb and hanna cameo.

Word Count: 564

Author's Note: grumpy x sunshine is sooooo mark coded

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It wasn't even his idea to go to Switzerland, and now he was stuck on New Year's Eve, in the worst place on the planet; the airport.

A recent move had taken Sebastian and Hanna to Switzerland, the young couple took it upon themselves to host a little Christmas party for their friends.

Mark, being Seb's teammate, received an invite to said Christmas party. When the invite arrived, you had opened it and showed it to your husband.

Knowing your husband, you could've predicted his answer; "let's just spend the holidays here." - Here being Australia.

You reminded him that the two of you spent Christmas in Australia almost every single year, and that Seb and Hanna have gone out of their way to invite the two of you to come and spend Christmas with them in their new home.

It's common courtesy for the two of you to show up.

Mark knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't stop pestering him until he agreed to go. So alas, he gave in and the two of you flew down to Switzerland to spend the holidays with his teammate and his girlfriend.

There were a few other drivers from the grid spending Christmas with Sebastian and Hanna, which made Mark slightly less miserable. The thought of having to spend the holidays with Sebastian was not something that he liked nor enjoyed but he knew that you and Hanna got on quite well so he gave in for your sake.

New year's eve and the two of you head to the airport to fly home to spend the new years with your family.

The snow is coming down quite heavily and you asked the girl at the counter if the flights are going to be delayed. She told you that she wasn't 100% sure but there might be a few minor delays, emphasis on the minor.

At first, your flight was delayed by an hour, which wasn't so bad.

Then it was delayed by five hours, not the best but manageable.

Before you knew it, it was being delayed for nine hours.

Mark, being the grumpy man that he is, of course, blamed you for the snow, for the trip and for the delays.

"Will you shut up?" You looked at your husband, annoyed with him.

"Why should I? We're stuck in the stupid airport on new year's eve because you wanted to come to Switzerland."

You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to smack him in the face.

Before you know it, it's 15 minutes to midnight, and the two of you were still stuck waiting on your flight. Mark was still grumpy, but blaming you less.

"C'mon," you grabbed his hand and your carryon, pulling both towards the bar. Mark sat next to you and you ordered a drink for each of you; if you were going to be stuck on new years, at least you'd be slightly plastered.

The minutes rolled by and eventually, it was 2 minutes until midnight. The airport was full of life, those celebrating together, those on their phones to loved ones and those who were trying their best to get home.

You order two shots, passing one to your husband, "sorry for getting you stuck in Switzerland on new years eve, even though it's not really my fault." You tapped your glass to his.

Mark laughs, downing his shot at the same time as you. "Cheers to that, love. Happy new year."

"Happy new year, Mark." You whispered, leaning in to kiss your husband.

[norrisleclercf1]

Day 14 of 25 Days of Christmas: Shopping for a Christmas tree

Pairing: Mark Webber x Reader

Words: 725

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

"Can I just say I find it unnatural for Christmas to be in the summertime, and this is very weird? " you say as you, a petite woman with auburn hair, walk around the store looking for Christmas trees. "It's not my fault," Mark, a tall man with a mischievous glint in his eyes, says casually. People notice him but just settle for waving, and he nods in acknowledgment. As you continue to make a fuss about how unnatural Australia is. "Baby, I love you, and I'm glad you love this country, but your country has death and weirdness everywhere," You'll never forgive him for laughing when you saw a giant ass spider in the bathroom, and he said it was harmless.

Harmless is not the size of a small dog. "Love, Christmas for me is during the summer," Mark says, stopping, and you grumble, "Have you at least experienced a winter Christmas?" You ask, and he raises an eyebrow at you, almost ready to call you stupid, but stops. "I worked for an F1 team in England. What do you think?" He asks gently, but you can hear the slight snark behind his voice.

"I hate you," you grumble, playfully moving around him, your eyes catching the Christmas decor in the back, and you make a beeline for it. Mark's laughter rings out behind you as you try to escape, but he catches up, pulling you back into his embrace. "You're such a little troublemaker; the only reason we're getting a tree is because of you," Mark chuckles, releasing you, which only makes you laugh more.

"Please, the house was sad; if I knew you spent Christmas like this every year, I would've asked for your number earlier," You smile, reminiscing about the years you and Mark have spent together. Now, you were embarking on your first Christmas as a couple. You had chosen to spend it in Australia, but now you both longed for a colder, snow-filled setting. Yet, it was too late to change plans, and here you were, strolling through a superstore in sandals, shorts, and a tank top.

"Mark! I found them," You smile as he rounds the corner, sees the boxes, and grabs a random one. "Woah, woah, don't you want to look? How tall do you want, width, soft, or color lights?" You ask, and Mark looks at the box. "Christmas trees are all the same," he shrugs, and you sigh, looking at what he grabbed. "This one is good," Mark makes a duh face at you, turns, walks to pay, and just leaves. "You have ornaments, right?" You ask, and he stops and turns.

"Why would-" He doesn't finish as you've turned already and walk further into the store, making him groan but follow after you as you pull off boxes and stop and keep going, making him sigh and let you do what you want. It was your first Christmas together, and he wasn't about to prevent you from trying to make it perfect. "Okay, let's go," you smile, or he thinks as if he couldn't quietly see you over the boxes.

Mark follows you around like a puppy before leading you to the checkout and paying. He doesn't even care for the number as he hurries you into the car. He sighs at all the stuff but can't help but smile fondly at the way you get so excited to decorate the tree. Getting back to the house, it's nothing but Mark wanting to help, but you tell him he doesn't have to as you try to decorate happily and surprise him later.

So he leaves, heading to work on some things for Oscar and McLaren, and doesn't return until you cover his eyes, giggling. "Come on," he says, ready to stand, but you push him back down. "No! You're a giant. Stay sitting!" You smile mischievously and roll him into the living room, the dogs following, and he sits, chuckling.

You stop and pull your hands away, and Mark opens his eyes slowly. A slight smile pulls on his lips. The room is filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, and the soft glow of the Christmas lights creates a warm, cozy atmosphere. "It's perfect," he smiles, and you smile, leaning down and kissing his cheek. Now it feels like Christmas," he mumbles.

[parkerloves]

paring: sebastian vettel x interviewer!fem!reader; mark webber x interviewer!fem!reader

trope: forced proximity + modern au

summary: she was stunning since the first moment, they were stunned since then, so it wouldn't hurt fighting over something else apart from the championship

fc; angelina jolie+ pinterest girls (but picture her as you like)

warnings: both are dicks at some point kinda slightly poly...? because they need each other's validation so bad and also said by my friend a bit of desperate!seb¿

notes: do you guys want a part two??

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yourusername has posted!

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yourusername: officially in the paddock, I barely had breakfast, sooo a very fun first day

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user1: HELLO?????? WHO IS THIS????

user2: idk but good luck dealing with sebastian user3: she has been working yearsss with sky, but never went to the paddock until now

user4: okay, seb sure, but why is none talking about mark ALREADY BEING IN THE LIKES????

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user5: honestly, I get anyone that flirts with her, SHE'S GORGEOUS

redbullracing: excited to see you around!

yourusername: excited to work with you! aussiegrit: same here user6: ... dude didn't waste time

sebastianvettel: when you coming around redbull?

user7: are going to have ANOTHER fight between these two? EVEN outside the track

user8: idk I just love how she doesn't even reply

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skysports: first media day for our girl, stealing everyone's hearts already!

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user9: some more than others...

user10: mark laughing his ass off and leaning way too into her user11: and we need to see her with seb

yourusername: thank you for trusting me!!

skysports: of course!

aussiegrit: she was great

yourusername: aw thanks sebastianvettel: are you waiting for my win to interview me? yourusername: im waiting for someone to pay me to interview you

skysports in youtube!

MARK WEBBER POST RACE IN AUS

user12: what- why?

user13: I NEED to be her rn

user14: I think she'll gladly let you

user14: I just now she's tired of them already

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sebastianvettel: thank you for having me Australia, what a race! also glad to give @yourusername the best first win, I know you're rooting for me

user15: sir- well, good luck redbull's pr manager

redbullracing: was this really necessary Sebastian?

sebastianvettel: I literally didn't do anything wrong

yourusername: you're like really stubborn

sebastianvettel: is it working? yourusername: they pay this time sebastianvettel: I'll take what I can have

user16: she's leaving everyone's dream rnnnn

yourusername: don't know what do tell you about that user16: girl?????????

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aussiegrit: P2 was great, but the party after was a little bit better, thank you Australia

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yourusername: what part about "don't tag me", you didn't understand?

aussiegrit: you were too pretty to keep it a secret user17: I'd be blushinggg after reading this

sebastianvettel: without me? so rude

aussiegrit: yes, without you

yourusername: come on don't be like that

sebastianvettel: thank you gorgeous

yourusername: don't get your hopes up

sebastianvettel: 😔

user18: we're living the best love triangle

user19: am I the only one that thinks that this could be solved if mark and Seb make out?

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yourusername: no you're not

user19: STOP I LOVE YOU DJSHSH

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yourusername: so... it was a funny day

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sebastianvettel: gonna admit you love us?

yourusername: us? when did you two became a pack deal? aussiegrit: i'll take what I can have yourusername: you're welcome @redbullracing i think i fixed them?

user20: why does sebastian looks so in love with mark?

yourusername: and you haven't seen mark's face user21: girl they look in love with you too liked by sebastianvettel, aussiegrit

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next time you should accept coming to the podium with us

I can't?? like, I don't want to get fired

oh, so you wanted to?

where the hell did you get that from?

don't try to hide it

sure sebastian

that's an upgrade from Vettel

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didn't know you were a photographer too

it's just a picture

were we look really good

meh

that's not a no

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couldn't you just... let this past?

no thank you

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you too?

it's a good picture

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just a random thought

you two are weird

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f1gossip: who would have thought that we would see our red bull's drivers hanging out with our dear @yourusername, but it looks like @sebastianvettel had to leave a bit earlier

yourusername: when did a became a gossip girl character??

user22: i have a better question, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THEM? user23: when we told you to have fun we didn't expect this much girl user24: now she's just playing dumb user25: *cof*slut*cof* user26: for hanging out with people¿

user27: I swear we don't know the meaning of privacy these days

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sebastianvettel: guess I needed some alone company too, even if this at this boring party

tagged: yourusername

yourusername: gala** plus try to not get drunk in the next one

sebastianvettel: then it would have been no fun at all

user28: and we're back again with the rivaility

user29: I THOUGHT WE MADE PROGRESS

aussiegrit: had fun @yourusername ?

sebastianvettel: yeah a lot

yourusername: was working

aussiegrit: now that makes sense

f1gossip has posted!

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f1gossip: maybe she isn't the best at her work, but @yourusername is definitely the best as distracting our dear redbull's drivers, not sure their team is very happy about that

user30: I didn't know that their feelings were her fault??

user31: a slut can look like a princess if you try hard enough user31: even though she'll never be one user32: what is wrong with these people?

user33: sure tag her but not the men that are literally fighting publicly about her

user34: am I the only one who is invested in which one she's going to choose?

user35: yes. user36: none. user37: why are y'all so rudee I AM TOO GIRLY

user38 has posted!

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user38: met y/n the other day and she was both super sweet and super understanding about our curiosity so she answered some stuff!!

tagged: yourusername

user39: we listen and we stick with her!!

user40: i'm sure they just got bored of her and that's why she's suddenly on her own user39: so we didn't both see YESTERDAY'S interview? user40: she's not worth fighting over user39: and she doesn't what that?

user41: right... like if she hasn't been flirting with them all week

user42: she hasn't???

user43: just get a life bitch

user44: same advice to youuu