#plus mark webber?

[1425fivefive]

oscar and max fuck and are both wearing cock cages, while mark fujos out. i feel like i need to personally apologize to god after writing this (inspired by this ask) (for the kink prompt asks)

“Touch him,” Mark says.

Both Max and Oscar turn to look at him, wide-eyed, like they can’t figure out which of them Mark’s addressing. Christ, Mark wants to laugh at how useless they are. He would, if it didn’t make his jeans go uncomfortably tight.

“I’m talking to Oscar,” Mark clarifies.

Oscar swallows thickly, but he turns back to Max and brings a hand up to Max’s pec, dragging a thumb over Max’s nipple. They’re really more like tits, Mark thinks. Soft and ripe.

“Suck his nipple,” Mark orders, settling back in his chair.

Oscar whimpers, but he listens, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the puffy pink bud. Max moans, a raspy, desperate thing, and pushes his chest against Oscar’s mouth, a wet spot already darkening the front of his panties.

Mark tries not to groan at the sight, taking a sip of his whisky instead. He really ought to send Charles a thank you card after this. Let Charles know how much he appreciates Charles for letting them borrow Max. The panties were a nice touch. Simple white cotton with a little bow on the waistband, thin enough that Mark can see the outline of Max’s cage. Mark makes a mental note to get a pair for Oscar.

Oscar’s whining as he sucks Max’s nipple and Max lets out an answering whine, bringing a hand up to play with his other nipple.

Mark shifts in his seat, cock already aching in his jeans. He’d promised Charles he wouldn’t get involved, that he just wanted to watch and tell them what to do to each other. But he can’t stop imagining how well Max would take it, the way his tits would bounce when you fucked him.

Mark distracts himself by saying, “Take his panties off.”

Oscar gives Max’s nipple one last suck before shuffling down the bed, fingers playing with the waistband of Max’s panties.

“Take them off,” Mark says. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Oscar flushes, clearly embarrassed. Mark wonders if Oscar’s humiliated to have Max see him like this, letting his almost fifty-year-old manager order him around. Almost fifty, Mark reminds himself.

But Oscar peels Max’s underwear down his legs, revealing Max’s cock locked away in a tiny silver cage.

Mark groans at the sight. The cage is smaller than Oscar’s and Mark wonders if he could ever get Oscar into something that small. Lock his cock away into a tiny, perfect package. Mark shifts uncomfortably in his chair, taking another sip of his whisky.

Oscar’s staring down at Max’s cock with a slack-jawed expression and Max whimpers under him, hands coming up to clutch at the pillow under his head.

“Give it a kiss,” Mark says. “Show Max how pretty you think he is.”

Oscar glances over at Mark with a desperate expression. But he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Max’s cage.

“Oscar, fuck, please,” Max moans. It’s the first thing he’s said since he got undressed and climbed on the bed.

Mark huffs a laugh. “Don’t think you should be begging Oscar.”

Max looks over at Mark, eyes hooded, cheeks pink. Mark thinks he sees a flash of something in Max’s eyes before Max whines, “Please, Mark.”

Mark flushes and coughs, once, making sure his voice comes out steady. He ignores Max’s small, pleased little grin.

“Suck his cock, Oscar,” Mark says, relieved when his voice sounds normal. Oscar and Max moan in unison, but before Oscar can follow Mark’s instructions, Mark adds, “It’s not really a cock, though, is it?”

Max’s head swivels toward Mark, a stunned expression on his face.

“Charles told me it was more of a clit,” Mark says.

Max lets out a low, gut-punched noise, a shiver running through him, his little cock leaking over the bars of its cage.

“Oh my god,” Oscar breathes. “Charles really calls it—”

“Lick his clit, Oscar,” Mark says, pleased when Max lets out another devastated moan.

Oscar listens, finally, running his tongue over Max’s cage. Max whimpers, shaking, hands clutching so tightly at the pillow his knuckles turn white.

“How’s his mouth?” Mark asks, looking at Max.

Max and Oscar both whine, but Max takes a shuddery breath and moans, “Good. So good, Mark, fuck.”

There’s something heady about having Max like this, the reigning world champion, strung out and needy, hanging on Mark’s every word. It reminds Mark a bit of Seb, how it was between them before it all fell apart.

Mark can’t think about Seb, though, not now, and he distracts himself by telling Oscar to take off his briefs.

Once Oscar’s naked he stays kneeling on the bed, hands on his thighs, both him and Max looking over at Mark like they’re waiting for their next instruction. Like they have no idea what to do without Mark telling them. Probably for the best they’re locked up, Mark thinks. They wouldn’t have any idea what to do with their cocks even if they had them.

“Jesus,” Mark mutters. “Look at the pair of you.”

Oscar whines, hips thrusting uselessly. It gives Mark an idea.

“Get on top of him,” Mark orders. “Sort of like you’re going to fuck him.”

Oscar whimpers, probably going through whatever self-pity he cycles through whenever Mark reminds him that he can’t fuck anyone, that he’s only good for getting fucked.

But Oscar plants his elbows on either side of Max’s head, his caged cock brushing against Max’s, startling whimpers out of both of them.

Yeah. This’ll work.

“Good,” Mark says, voice strained. “Now try to make yourselves come.”

Oscar and Max make twin, devastated noises, but Max digs a heel into Oscar’s thigh, urging their cocks together. Oscar whines, even as he starts to move, rutting his caged cock against Max’s, letting out awful little whimpers with each thrust.

“Good boys,” Max murmurs, reaching a hand down to squeeze his cock through the denim. “You can kiss.”

Max throws his arms around Oscar’s neck, dragging Oscar in for a messy kiss, mouths and tongues sliding together, sloppy and overeager. Oscar’s panting into his mouth, rutting frantically against Max’s cock.

They look good together, Mark thinks. Sweet and young. Needy and useless, their pale skin flushed a pretty pink, whining and moaning into each other’s mouths. Always desperate for it, chasing a pleasure that’s forever just out of reach.

“Close yet?” Mark asks.

Oscar sobs against Max’s mouth, hips stuttering, and Mark sees how wet their pretty cocks are, slick with pre-come. Oscar’s constantly leaking when he’s in the cage and Mark reckons Max is the same. They’re gorgeous like this, marking each other the only way they can.

Oscar gets a hand under Max’s thigh, dragging Max’s leg around him, and ruts desperately against him, both of them whining and crying out.

“You must need it so bad,” Mark says, voice ragged. “Must be so desperate for it.”

Oscar and Max are still kissing, still panting against each other’s mouth, but Oscar’s thrusts are slowing and he’s making tiny, hurt noises, like he knows it’s useless, like he knows neither of them can come like this.

“Why’re you stopping?” Mark asks, twisting the knife. “You didn’t come yet.”

Oscar whimpers, pulling away from Max to look over at Mark, his eyes huge and wet. “I can’t.”

“Huh,” Mark says, spreading his legs, trying to show Oscar how hard he is, exactly what Oscar’s missing out on. “Too bad.”

Mark can’t help but grin at Oscar’s devastated little sob.

[finifugue]

Mark Webber. Mark Webber what are your thoughts on this. Mark Webber please give me your thoughts on this. Please Mark Webber ple

[maxz-b]

I wish golf as a sport didn't exist but it's out of my control sadly part 21/???

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idk if this link works to join the f1 community thing

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Hi Bunny!! This is kind of a big order…May I please have an earl grey + Margarita + cranberry juice + mocha coffee + sticky toffee pudding + Belgian waffles served by Mark Webber?

P.S Your writing is just BRILLIANT

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want to have your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of items to choose from and i love doing these! so thank you for those who ordered, and i hope you love this! (i've never written mark webber before, but i do have more requests in my inbox that i might take a look at ;))

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night." + sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant." + earl grey: big cock + margarita: unprotected sex + cranberry juice: mean!character + mocha coffee: breeding kink served by mark webber (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (20/29), rookie driver!reader, mean!mark (but he has the capacity to be nice), breeding kink, set in '05/'06, unprotected sex

2005

a twenty-nine year old mark webber had just met his wife, the rookie, almost ten years his junior. that was what you'd be known to mark as for the rest of your days. the rookie, his rookie.

it started a small affair, you weren't too sure how mark got under your skin so perfectly. maybe it was because a lot of these drivers were so chauvinistic, patronizing to the point where it made you seem like you were so much smaller. mark wasn't soft with you. and that extended both on and off the track.

"i can't believe you said that to both kimi and michael!" you snapped when mark got into your hotel room. his arms around you. that was what thing he liked about you. he couldn't very well pick up other drivers the way he could with you.

"what i said wasn't that bad, beautiful." he groped your ass through your jeans, "you're being so sensitive."

"i cum in that every night." you shot back, "why don't i wear a big stamp across my ass that says "webber's slut!"

he perked up a little bit, "will you."

you fisted the front of his shoulder and made a face at him, "of course i won't!" then pressed his forehead against yours, "i can't believe you did that." then pulled away, "you shouldn't have even come over."

"well if i didn't how could i cum in you?" he questioned as he got closer, "don't be so mad, beautiful. you don't look good when you're frowning." he beamed at you, "plus. it could've been so much worse. i could've said, the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

you made a face, "don't joke about that." then watched mark grab your wrist. there was a pull to him that allowed him further into your hotel room and onto the bed.

his hands pushed up your tank top, "feelin' good as always." he chuckled as his lips touched your pulse as he got you onto your back. soon he got your jeans off, followed by everything else you wore. and you pulled at his t-shirt off his back.

"you are a menace."

"ah, but you love me." he smirked, "you love when i come into your hotel room and make a mess of your pussy. i know the accent gets to you, i know you think about me all day."

"hard not to when you're ego fills up entire rooms." you raked your nails down his back and he groaned a little before he pulled you into a heated kiss. you melted a little bit. damn webber.

both naked on your hotel room while the city was alive outside. you raked your fingers through his shirt dark hair and the kisses continued. legs tangled up in one another, you felt a pull towards him. as you always did.

he rubbed his bare cock up against you and it wasn't until the kiss broke that he was able to get himself ready to fuck you properly. after all, you only deserved the best. he smirked, "you look better on your back than in a car." he got your legs up to his chest and managed to slip his cock into you.

the feeling left him with a small shudder, the sparks in his brain lit up when he got himself to the base. always took him so beautifully. he looked down at you as he held your hips. he pressed his cock up inside of you, he watched your expressions as he moved.

"fuck, webber."

"i got you, rookie. you like when i'm like this to you. those other drivers treat you like shit. but also like glass. oh, you can't hurt the girl. you can't get aggressive with her. but, i like being aggressive with you. how you bite back at me. you're not a docile puppy." but then as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone, "but then again, neither am i."

you moaned and arched your back. you clung onto the covers under your body. the cheap hotel sheets that mark was fucking you into. he curved over you and kissed you passionately. the kisses were vicious, rough in a way that left you squirming. his words were in your head.

"fuck, webber." your back arched as you felt the hear radiate through your body. and you swore you could feel mark's heartbeat, even though he wasn't chest to chest with you.

he continued to rut against you, his cock dragged across your more sensitive parts which made you moan a little louder. soon your nails dug into his shoulders, scratching across his strong back.

"i love how you say my name. maybe if you play your cards right it'll be your name one day." he continued to fuck you, he pushed into you as much as he could. he wanted to make sure that you felt it all. you may be the upcoming star on the track, but mark was more than happy to take you apart every night. make you feel better than any rush of the race.

maybe it was because he was painfully in love with you.

his pace quickened as he felt closer to orgasm. he could feel the thump of his heartbeat in the back of his mind as he felt the urge to climax weigh heavy on him. his mouth continued to run until you pulled him in closely and kissed him all over the mouth.

his lips were bright red by the time you were done with him. you clung to him tightly as you came first. your cunt tight around his cock as he continued to fuck you passionately. his pace became uneven as he yearned for his own climax, he could feel the rush of blood to his cock and the light-headed feeling as he kept fucking you.

"that's my rookie. all mine." he said with a hint of tenderness. not enough to inflate your ego. he gave it a few more thrusts of his hips before he kept all of himself inside of you. it felt good doing it bare, it also left you flustered. naughty girl.

"fuck, webber."

"keep saying that and you might get a ring soon." he teased as he pulled out, which made you groan.

you laid in each other's embrace. you allowed him to hold your hand the way lovers did. it was tender, it was nice. it was certainly not horrible. maybe to love mark webber wouldn't be horrible.

2006

"mark alan webber." you snarled as you threw the plastic pregnancy test at his head. the plastic hit him right in the forehead, "you son of a bitch!" you were shaking, you had tears in your eyes as you threw yourself at him.

but he caught you and held you to his chest. he kissed the top of your head, "no reason to that, beautiful." he swayed you a little from side to side, "we'll figure it out. you, me and baby." mark webber was a mean man, he easily bullied his little rookie.

"you ended my career. on purpose" you grumbled.

he rubbed your back, "yeah, it took me a year to get you pregnant to wipe out my only real competition. my second choice was fernando."

you looked up at him and swallowed back some of the sadness, "mark... shut up." and were met with kisses. you tried not to laugh, even with the sadness in your stomach.

mark hated to see you cry, at least in a context whe he wasn't bullying your poor cunt. it broke his heart. to see you in such a fragile state clicked something in his brain. he held onto you tightly while you cried. you two were terrors to each other, mostly mark towards you. but, you'd make this work. and mark, despite everything, would not make you do it alone. <3

[unsolvedjarin]

I was going through a Charles video that mentioned him blacking out in the car at some point. Since I’m a sucker for angst, I was wondering what it would be like for mentor!Seb if it were the reader in that situation instead. Perhaps the season before the one he retires? And maybe we could see more of the reader’s friendship with Charles? Only if you feel inspired by it, of course.

Either way, thank you for sharing your fics with us. They are my favorites and I’m really grateful for having found your blog.

gif by luchitohamilton

EVERY UNIVERSE.

pairing: (mentor! sebastian vettel x ferrari driver! reader) (charles leclerc x teammate! reader)

summary: qatar is a difficult, hot, and taxing track. that along with you having food poisoning, well…that might not end too well for you. thankfully you can always rely on sebastian and charles to be there for you.

word count: 4k

note: can you guys tell i took inspo from mark webber throwing up in his car and the qatar race this year? it was so sad to watch everyone seem so tired especially lance and logan. anyways, the plot kinda got away from me at the end, i do apologize but the seb feels were too intense 😵‍💫

content warning: car crash, mentions of throwing up, inaccurate depictions of food poisoning

part of this series but can be read without!

“Ready?”

A familiar voice makes you turn around from your pre-race preparations. “Depends on what your definition of ready is.”

Charles smiles, “I know it’s our first race in Qatar but c’mon, it isn’t that bad.”

“Isn’t that bad? I might melt in the car! Doesn’t help that I almost missed this one because of food poisoning.”

“Ah yes, how could I forget that,” he teases. He couldn’t forget it, because you’d been complaining about it endlessly for the past three days. You had food poisoning because Mark Webber invited you to lunch on Thursday, and accidentally gave you something dodgy. You’ve yet to forgive the man. “Well at least you’re starting from P4. Lets you fight for P1, no?”

“Against Lewis and Charles? Please. In my dreams, maybe. Plus, you’re starting P3, asshole.” You retort, turning back around to put your balaclava on. The second it’s on your head, though, it gets pulled off, and you look behind you for the perpetrator. “Charles give it b– SEBASTIAN!”

The Aston Martin driver gives you a grin before hugging you tightly, lifting you off the ground a bit. You didn’t expect to see him before the race, but the surprise was definitely welcome.

“Oh but if it was me I would have gotten scolded,” Charles mutters, but his complaints were left unheard.

“Just came to wish you luck before the race starts. P4! You’re going to get a podium, I’m sure of it,” Sebastian beams, letting you go from the hug.

“That’s what Charles said too. He was more delusionally optimistic, though. Said I was gonna win.”

“Because I believe in you! Is that so bad?” Charles complains from the side, his comment ignored once again.

“Well maybe Charles is right— you could win. Meanwhile I’m starting in the midfield, again.” Sebastian complains, groaning a little bit.

“Oh cheer up Seb, you survived Ferrari for 6 years, you’ll live.”

He lights up a bit at your joke, moving to say something before an Aston Martin mechanic shows up outside the Ferrari garage. He wasn’t allowed inside, but it was obvious he was looking for Sebastian– who also wasn’t allowed inside, yet mysteriously got in. Nothing to do with him being friends with your mechanics of course, yeah, totally not.

“Ah shoot, well it looks like they’re looking for me,” Sebastian sighs. He starts to walk away before he pauses and moves back towards you, “Hey, stay safe, okay? New track, it’s dangerous. I know we’ve done practice and quali but you can never be too careful. Plus, it’s sweltering hot. Hydrate.”

You roll your eyes fondly, “Yes, dad.”

His face scrunches up a little, “Don’t ever call me that again, I’m not that old.”

“You could barely work my Instagram the other day! All I asked was for you to open Lewis’ stories!”

“Psh, whatever. I have to go, see you after the race, yeah?” He asks, giving your arm a quick squeeze. You nod, murmuring a goodbye to him. He wishes Charles good luck too, before saving his engineer from the Ferrari mechanics blocking him.

“So he can pull your balaclava off– which you hate, by the way, let me remind you– but if I even try adjusting your helmet straps so it’s safer you slap me off?” Charles speaks up, making you break eye contact from the Ferrari garage doors.

You roll your eyes at him with a smile, “You have got to forget that. It was one time. And it was a soft slap to the shoulder!”

“The point still stands,” he retorts, making you give up on the conversation.

“Whatever, Charlie. Just get ready for the race. Stay safe, okay?” you say, putting your balaclava on again. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving, a sign of good luck between the two of you. It makes you smile a little before you hop into your car.

Okay. Qatar. New track, new conditions, but still the same old you. You could do this.

The lights go off one by one, and you grip the steering wheel with anticipation like you always did. Race starts still made you nervous no matter how long you’d been racing. One light goes off…then the next…then the third…the fourth one follows…and then…

“AND IT’S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!”

The first few laps were a breeze, maintaining your position in fourth despite Fernando being on your tail the whole time. You noticed the car was slightly hotter than usual, but decided to ignore it and chalk it up to new changes in the engine.

Around lap 25 you started to feel a bit dizzy and sick during the sharp corners, cursing yourself internally for having such bad timing with the food poisoning. “Charles is 0.200 seconds ahead, feel free to overtake,” your engineer buzzes through the radio.

“Copy,” you reply, not really paying attention, still feeling sick. You overtake Charles with ease around the outside, him not putting up much of a fight because it would have taken both of you out. Now you just had to maintain this position for…dear god, 32 laps.

“Lewis 5 seconds ahead, focus on tire degradation instead.” Your engineer’s warning goes unheard, though, as you noticed the cockpit was getting way too fucking hot.

“The car’s burning up,” you say into your radio, getting only a simple “Copy, we are checking,” back.

“Okay, Y/N there are no problems with your engines, I repeat; no problem.”

What? That’s impossible. You felt like you were melting in there. “Are you sure? Can you ask Charles if his car feels like the sun too?”

“Negative, focus on the race.”

Oh you were going to kill them one day– if they don’t kill you first. A few more laps passed in those horrible conditions before turn 5 rolled around and as you swerved your car, you started to see black spots around your vision.

That can’t be good, you think, having to close your eyes for a second before shaking your head and snapping yourself back into the race. Thankfully Charles had pitted earlier and had a 3 second gap to you. “I don’t feel too well.”

“Copy. Is it the car?”

“Well it’s definitely part of the problem.”

The next few turns were torture, your head bobbing around as you faded in and out of consciousness through the fast corners. Charles was catching up now, and you knew if you didn’t do something soon, he would pass you.

You wanted this podium. You needed it. If you got P3 you would grab P4 on driver standings.

There was a slow corner coming up that was a good overtaking spot, and so you had to defend.

As the turn came around– faster than you expected– the extreme heat of the car, your headache, sweat, food poisoning, and dizziness came together and you suddenly felt light, as if you were flying, before a jolt knocked you out of your consciousness completely.

You were out for less than a minute, but that minute counted for everything. You completely turned into Charles, him having to swerve onto the gravel just so you wouldn’t crash into each other. Your car, however, still had more speed in it, and you were headed towards the wall on the very far side of the gravel.

Thankfully, the rough rocks had shook you awake enough that you were able to swerve away from the wall extremely last minute and only take the tail and back wheel of your car out.

The next few seconds were a blur.

You still felt faint, but could hear a muffled voice headed towards you. You knew the back of your car was completely ruined and you were out of the race, and you put your helmet in your hands in disappointment. You were having such a good run before this happened. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The muffled voice running towards you was closer now, and you registered it to be Charles. He was saying something but you could barely hear him with how your ears were ringing and how the seat of the car was still hot.

The man quickly realized you weren’t hearing him, and opted to come closer and lift your visor up. “Smoke. Car. Get out!”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You pushed yourself up but barely, Charles having to lift you up by your shoulders. Once out of the car you completely collapsed on the floor, only having your teammate catch you.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you say drowsily, still fighting the urge to pass out.

“Safety car is coming, stay with me now,” he replies, tapping your helmet so you stay awake. You were grateful your friend was there with you.

On track, however, Sebastian had just been informed of what went down. “What the fuck? What happened?”

“L/N completely turned into Leclerc. Driver error, push on for P9.”

Sebastian hated how his engineer sounded like a robot reporting a technical statistic. He saw the aftermath of the accident for a split second, and it didn’t look like your car was in good shape. He worries about what shape you were in. “Are they okay?”

“Safety car is coming out for L/N and to crane the car, but other than that they seem fine.”

“Injuries?”

“Please focus on the race, Sebastian.”

“INJURIES!” he shouts into his radio, annoyed. He wouldn’t be able to focus on the race until he knew you were alright.

“Uh…L/N seems to be out of it and on the floor, but they’re okay. They’ll be fine, Seb.” His engineer adds the last statement to reassure the man. He knew you meant a lot to him. Seb nods to himself in the car, carrying on with the race. The faster this finished the faster he could get to you.

The safety car came out and they all slowed down, Sebastian finally being able to take a second long look at the accident. Your car was still there, the smoke coming out of it being extinguished by a personnel. Sebastian thinks he ought to have a word with the Ferrari mechanics after the race. He then notices you, on your knees in the gravel, only being kept up by a driver he can only assume to be Charles. Sebastian thinks that should be him there supporting you, but at the same time he’s glad he wasn’t the one who you nearly crashed into. He couldn’t have it on his consciousness that he could have hit you.

“‘m sorry for ruining your race,” you mumble, still being held up by Charles. The man shakes his head, “It was ruined before that, don’t worry. My engine was acting up.”

You knew he was lying to make you feel better, his engine was completely fine. He was headed for the podium earlier, his first in a while. And you completely botched his chance to get it. The thought makes you sob a little, along with the fact that you ruined your own race.

Crying wasn’t the greatest thing to do, though, as it only made you more lightheaded. Charles notices this and takes your helmet off for you, despite your protests pre-race. You were grateful that he did, though, as the second he took your helmet and balaclava off you felt like you had a breath of fresh air for the first time.

“Better?”

You nod, unable to speak. You still felt dizzy and sick. Charles felt annoyed that the safety personnel were taking so long to get to you, waving them over to walk quicker. Squinting your eyes a little, you find them with some health personnels, and you sink a little lower into the gravel.

“God not again,” you groan, remembering the events that unfolded back in Spa. You did not need to go to the medical tent. As you attempt to get up, however, you fall back down as your vision blurred. Looks like medical tent it is again.

The rest of the race went particularly well. Lewis won the race and Fernando got his first podium since 2014– which you reminded yourself to congratulate him for once you were out of the medical tent– and Seb ended up P9, a position higher than where he started. That would usually be a mediocre result but with his shitty car, you were pretty impressed.

“Water?” A familiar voice makes you look away from the TV screen in the room. Charles sat beside your bed, holding a plastic bottle of water. You nod and take it from him, chugging the cool liquid down.

“Sorry again for ruining your race,” you say as you finish drinking. Charles shakes his head, “Stop apologizing. You passed out, that was no fault of yours.”

“You passed out!?” A loud concerned voice makes both of you snap your head towards the door of the room. Sebastian stood there, still in his race suit like the both of you, a shocked look on his face.

“Is that what happened? You passed out mid race?” He asks again, but this time softer. He walks towards your medical bed– which you insisted you didn’t need– before putting his hand on your forehead to check if you had a fever. The action makes you giggle, but Sebastian had a serious look that shut you up quickly.

He shakes his head with a sigh, “You have a bit of a fever.”

“Any other fun observations?”

Sebastian didn’t seem to be in the mood for your wit, though. “You could have been injured. Just a few meters and you could have fully hit the wall. If you were just a few seconds late waking up you would have–”

He shuts his eyes and stops himself. He didn’t want to think about what could have happened anymore. His voice got wobbly during the end of his statement, making you realize that he was stopping himself from crying. You absentmindedly sit up and reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

“I’m here, Seb. And I’m fine. Look at me.”

The older driver does, slowly opening his eyes. You squeeze his hand a second time, a soft smile on your lips. “I’m here. And look, I’m completely fine. You’re not getting rid of me that quickly old man.”

Seb lets out a chuckle at that, moving to hug you tightly.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he mumbles into your hair. “Why did you even pass out?”

“I was already a little dizzy before getting in the car because of the heat but I tried ignoring it. The car was overheating too and it made me dehydrated, I think. My drink pouch wasn’t a lot of help either when the water was steaming hot. Plus…” you trail off, not really wanting to talk ill of Webber.

“Mark gave her food poisoning when he took her to lunch,” Charles butted in, making you give him a look. You forgot he was in the room.

“Mark? As in Webber?” Sebastian asks, Charles nodding in response. “The bastard.”

“Oh c’mon Seb, he just wanted to treat me to lunch. It’s not like he poisoned my food on purpose.”

Seb sighs deeply before agreeing, “You’re right. Sorry. I’m just– I don’t know.”

“I get it. I mean, this is my second time at the medical tent in three months. Makes you think how accident prone I am,” you joke. Sebastian laughs, and you’re glad you got the worried look in his face away.

“The one in Spa was completely your fault, but we may have to pin this one on Mark,” Seb teases. You shoot him a grin, “Yeah, we can say that.”

Before you could talk more, though, a PR person from both Ferrari and Aston Martin came in to fetch Charles and Sebastian.

“What about me?” you ask, getting up from your bed. It wasn’t like you were injured or anything, you were just a little sick and had a bit of a stomach ache. You’d already thrown up earlier, so you felt pretty normal now.

“Sorry, we have orders to keep you here.”

You scoff, “Please. What can they do if I walk out?”

Before the Ferrari PR agent could reply, though, you were already out the room. She stands there helpless, making Sebastian and Charles chuckle to each other before following you. You were always stubborn when you wanted to be.

The second you’re out of the medical tent, camera flashes overwhelm your eyes. You walk past them as you always do, but the contrast of the light to the night sky makes you a bit lightheaded again, having to hold Sebastian’s arm for support. He moves your hand from his arm to his own hand, interlocking it with yours and pull you through the crowd. There were no words needed to be said, he always knew what you needed. You’re starting to think he can read minds.

Once past the annoying lot of cameras, you make it to the media pen where at least they pestered you in a more civil way. The interviewers were all over you and Charles, looking for some inside scoop on ‘Ferrari drama.’ Turns out, the media thought you tried to purposely take Charles out a la brocedes style. Because of this you had to clarify to every person you talked to that, “No, I did not try to take Charles out on purpose. I passed out. We’re good. Yes, we’re still friends.”

Once that was all over, you headed over to the Channel 4 area to give a certain someone a piece of your mind. “Mark Webber.”

The man turns around to the mention of his full name, smiling when he notices who it is. “Y/N! Glad you’ve come and joined us! We’re on in about five minutes, we can do a segment about the crash but if you wanna talk about something else on screen that’s fine too, we can–”

“You gave me food poisoning!” you butt in. “I cannot believe you.” His coworkers give him a look, as if they were holding in a laugh at him being scolded.

Mark stands there with his mouth agape, unsure what to say. “Wasn’t that three days ago? Are you sure it’s me?”

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “Yes, I’m sure it’s you. It started three days ago, and guess who I was with when I ate something unusual three days ago? Oh right, it’s you!”

He pauses for a moment before bursting into laughter, trying to cover his mouth to no avail. “Sorry, it’s not funny that you almost crashed, I’m glad you’re safe, but– ha!– I cannot believe it was because of the dodgy Indian food!”

You gave him a shove, trying to act mad, but the smile on your face betrayed you. His laughter was contagious. “You are such an asshole.”

“Awh cheer up,” he gives you a side hug, ruffling your hair a little. “Sorry for giving you food poisoning, mate. I’ll make it up to you, whaddya think about lunch on me tomorrow?”

You escape his side hug when you hear him say that, “Absolutely not! I’m never trusting you again with food recommendations.”

The statement makes him laugh again, and you chuckle along with him. Hard to be mad at someone who didn’t do it on purpose. Sebastian walked over to the two of you, having watched the interaction from afar.

“Look who’s coming over,” Mark mumbled, making you notice Seb trying to pretend to just ‘bump’ into the two of you. “Still competitive ‘till now, eh? Don’t worry, I’m not trying to out-mentor you,” Mark says out loud, grabbing the attention of the German.

Seb tilts his head with a faux oblivious look, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He grabs you by the arm and ‘discreetly’ pulls you over to his side. ‘No idea’ my ass.

The Australian scoffs with a grin, “Whatever you say mate. Listen, I gotta get back because our feed is going live in a few minutes, but you two take care, alright? Nice to see you again Seb.”

“You too, Mark.” Sebastian replies, this time genuinely. While the media knew the two drivers were now on good terms, they didn’t know just how close they had gotten. The two went bowling at least once every two months just to catch up with each other, you being there for half their competitions– yes, they still competed. Apparently that sense of wanting to beat your former teammate does not go away. So far this year, Mark’s been winning.

Before Mark completely walked away, he looked back at you for a second, “Oh, and, I am happy you got out injury free from that nasty crash. Genuinely glad you’re okay. Sorry that my dodgy food contributed to your sickness.”

You wave him off, “It’s fine, Mark. It’s not like you could’ve known I would get food poisoning. Although, next time maybe check online reviews.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiled, waving you a goodbye as he ran to his coworkers who were already getting impatient.

You shake your head with a grin, “Well at least that’s over with.”

Sebastian slings his arm around your shoulder, “True. So want to get dinner?”

“Absolutely not. I think I’m done with food for a good while.”

“Well you have to eat something,” he insists, as you both walk through the paddock. “How about we get room service?”

“Eh, it’s late, I don’t really want a repeat of Monaco 2019.”

Monaco 2019 was when you and Seb got room service at 10pm because you didn’t check the time. Safe to say the staff weren’t very happy with that. You both felt so bad while eating that food.

“We can just get McDonalds then,” you suggest.

“McDonalds?” Charles asks, popping out from god knows where.

“Jesus, where the hell were you hiding? The atoms?” You ask.

“I was here the whole time.”

“You were not,” Sebastian comments. Charles simply shrugs, tagging along with the two of you, not caring that he was obviously third wheeling a moment. “So McDonalds?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, McDonalds. But you’re paying because you’re tagging along.”

“No fair! Sebastian is richer than me!”

You both give Charles a look at the same time. Charles thinks it’s eerie how alike the two of you were.

“Charles,” Sebastian starts, patting the Monegasque’s back with one arm with his other still slung around your shoulders. Your accident made him very clingy, but you weren’t about to tell him that. “Let me phrase this as nicely as I can; you are from Monaco. You are rich.”

Charles lets out a sigh, “Fine. I’ll buy the food.”

You clap, “Fuck yeah! Food on the rich man!”

“We have the same salary in our contracts?”

“Shh, that’s not important,” you say, shushing Charles. “Food on the rich man! Although, we may have to go to the hotel right after and just get take out. I can feel Mark’s Indian food from three days ago still fighting with me.”

Charles is the one to roll his eyes this time, “I’ll get the car so we can get there faster, your highness.”

“Thank you, Lord Perceval.”

“Don’t call me that!” he shouts, already walking away to the parking lot.

That left you and Sebastian alone again, just enjoying the company of one another, walking slowly down the paddocks. There were few people now, most having gone back to their hotels to call it a night.

“You know, I’m glad I found you.”

The words make you look up at the older driver, who you find smiling at you. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean obviously we would find each other, there’s only so many drivers in Formula One. But I mean I’m glad I found you in this life.”

“Do you think we don’t find each other in other lives?”

Sebastian pauses and thinks for a second. He’s thought about the other career paths he could have taken throughout his life– other lives he could have lived. He knows there’s no logical way, but he thinks he still would have found you in those lives. The thought makes him smile to himself.

“No, I think we do.”

“Well then good. Because me too,” you reply, giving him a smile of your own. “Why did you suddenly think about it though?”

Sebastian shrugs, “I don’t know. I just felt suddenly sentimental. Feels like a chapter of my life closed but I’m not sure what or why.”

Little did he know that he would start contemplating retirement a few weeks after that.

“Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Whether we find each other in other lifetimes, I mean.”

Seb raises his eyebrow, him now being the one confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re both here now. Enjoying each other’s company. Why bother thinking about versions of ourselves in other universes when we’ve got each other in this one?”

Sebastian gives you the most genuine, softest smile at that. “I love you, I don’t tell you that enough.”

You scrunch your face, “Ew. Sounds like a love confession. Sorry but you’re too old for me.”

“You know what I mean. I love you but not in that way. That’s just gross,” Sebastian says, hitting your shoulder.

“Relax old man, I’m just teasing,” you giggle, trying to avoid his hit. “Love you too. Ew. Sorry, not great with verbal affection. Pretty sure that just made me throw up a bit, and that’s not even with the help of the food poisoning.”

Sebastian just shakes his head, “Okay c’mon now, Charles will be annoyed with how slow we’re walking.”

Later that night, the three of you watched a cheesy romcom while sharing a shit load of fries and chicken nuggets. As you carried on through the night you thought to yourself that despite the hardships of F1, the crashing, the disappointments, the injuries– it brought you a second family you never thought you’d have. And you wouldn’t trade it for any other universe.

Although, maybe a universe where you didn’t get food poisoning.

[feralnando]

Consolation Prize

Two consecutive Q1 eliminations has Fernando in a foul mood, good thing his lovers know exactly what he needs.

Pairings: Fernando Alonso x Fem!Reader x Mark Webber

Warnings: Smut, oral (F receiving), oral (M receiving), Masturbation, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, DVP, Double cream pie.

Word Count: 1.8k

Note - Here is the DVP part as the result of this poll!

Apologies it took a decade to write, definitely a lot longer than a blurb though so hope it’s worth the wait! 🖤

“N-need to focus on Nando..” you gasp, trying to twist out of Mark’s reach to focus on the Spaniard lying next to you. Mark just smirks and uses his strength to flip you onto your back and pin you to the bed, thwarting your attempts to divert his attention to the man the two of you were supposed to be consoling. He grins up at you from where he has settled on his stomach between your thighs.

“You’re taking us both Princesa, you need to be prepped, no?” Fernando interjects, propping himself on his elbows to get a better view as Mark toys with the dampened lace of your underwear. “Plus, is nice to watch..”

Your breath hitches in your throat as Mark finally brings his mouth to your clothed pussy. The friction of his tongue dragging the fabric against your clit has you choking out a moan as your fingers grasp the bedsheet.

“Such pretty sounds you make, nena,” the Spaniard coos, moving further down the bed to bring a hand to your breast, the calloused skin contrasting the silky fabric of your bra. Another moan tumbles from your lips as he moves in to run his flattened tongue across your pebbled nipple - you can feel him smirking against you at the sound. “That’s my girl.. keep making those sounds for us, yes?” - with the current sensations coursing through your body, it’s not going to be difficult to maintain that request.

You’d given up trying to divert complete attention to Fernando but you’ll be damned if he’s not receiving some form of touch, especially as all of the focus is currently on you. Reaching out, you gently trail your fingers along his cock - already hard from the sight of Mark’s tongue lapping at you. The sudden contact pulls a divine little hiss through his gritted teeth and the sound alone has you squeezing Mark’s head between your thighs slightly. Grasping Fernando a little tighter in hopes of hearing that sound again.

However, Mark soon renders your hand useless, unable to focus on anything but the exquisite sensation of his stubble against your thigh, his tongue and teeth expertly working your clit and the two slender fingers curling up into you at an increasingly relentless pace.

“M-mouth,” you whine pathetically in Fernando’s direction. He tilts his head, tousled brown locks falling to the side and another sly smirk slowly forming.

“What was that nena?” He absolutely knows what you’re insinuating but wants to see you struggle to form the full request.

“Can’t use hand.. u-use -OH- my m-mouth,” Mark makes the attempt even harder when he sucks your clit between his teeth midway through your sentence and you’re relieved you didn’t still have hold of Fernando’s cock as your fingers claw into the satin sheets.

Mark pulls away from you with a smug smile, lips glistening with your arousal. The two men share a knowing look before he’s manhandling you onto your hands and knees on the bed in front of Fernando - his thick cock nudging against your kiss swollen lips.

“You want Nando to fuck your mouth, don’t you sweetheart?” Mark hums, admiring the way your ass is presented to him in the new position.

“Mhm,” is all you can manage in reply as Fernando reaches down to cup your cheek, the last tender action you’ll be experiencing this evening, you think.

Behind you, Mark spreads you wider, arms hooking under your thighs as he pulls you closer to his mouth. The sensation of his tongue gently pushing into you has your lips parting in a soft gasp - an opportunity Fernando takes to slide his cock into your mouth.

It startles you, but you welcome it. Relishing in the string of Spanish curses you are rewarded with as he hits the back of your throat.

Dazed and sated, you feel Fernando pulling you onto his lap, taking it as an opportunity to catch your breath as you let him manhandle you into position. It feels like hours have passed and you’ve lost track of how many orgasms you’ve been coaxed through.

“Can you pass the lube Mark?”

“I can do one better..” the older man grins, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Grabbing it off the bedside table he flicks open the bottle with a pop and squeezes a generous amount into his palm before perching on the end of the bed.

Fernando’s hand snakes along your back as he pulls you in closer, chest to chest, lifting your ass enough to give Mark access to his throbbing cock. His head dropping back against the pillow as Mark’s hand starts to work him. You notice that the angle has granted you further access to his defined neck and you can’t resist biting and kissing at the skin.

“You two are killing me,” he pants, running his hand through his damp curls as he tries to ground himself.

“Want us to stop?” Mark smirks, squeezing more lube into his hand and paying particular attention to the sensitive tip, which has Fernando squeezing his eyes shut and a ragged little whine escaping him.

“You know I do not,” he huffs, bucking up into Mark’s touch.

Once he’s satisfied that Fernando is sufficiently lubed, Mark’s hands move up to your hips before sliding round to your pussy, trailing any remaining lube on his fingers in painfully slow circles against your aching clit. He hums at the sound the action pulls from you, his hands returning to your hips and easing you down onto Fernando’s waiting cock.

“That’s it sweetheart, take him deep, I want to see you take him all, got it?” The Australian knows the effect his words have on both lovers and is hellbent on showering you both with filthy praise and encouragement.

“Such a filthy little thing aren’t you? Bet you can’t wait to feel both of us filling that pretty little pussy,” he coos, tightening his grip on your curves as he bounces you on Fernando, pulling you a little further down each time as you press your forehead against the Spaniards.

You feel Mark shifting behind you, hands still guiding your movements. The sensation of his flattened tongue running along your pussy to where Fernando is buried inside you has both of you choking out moans as his tongue swirls at your connected bodies, following Fernando’s shaft as he exits and re enters you.

“Joder- T-think you can take Mark now, princesa?” Fernando hisses through gritted teeth, trying to hold back his orgasm as best as he can, wanting to cum inside of you alongside Mark.

You lost the ability to form words a while ago, frantic nodding and a sobbed ‘uhuh’ having to suffice.

The lube bottle pops open once more and you can hear Mark coating himself behind you. Your mind racing at the thought of having both of your lovers deep inside of you.

Gently easing two slick fingers inside first, Fernando whines as Mark brushes against him as he slowly thrusts them in and out of you, listening carefully to the ragged sounds coming from your mouth for any sign of discomfort.

“That’s my good girl, how about three fingers? Think you can do that?” Mark’s tone is a lot softer now. Eyes hooded with desire as his free hand rests on your hip, gently trailing comforting patterns against your skin as he carefully enters the third finger to minimal resistance.

Once you’re able to comfortably accept three fingers pumping into you alongside Fernando’s stilled cock, Mark withdraws and you feel his slick cockhead pressing against you. The initial burn takes the air out of your lungs and you fight to steady your breathing.

“Focus on me princesa,” Fernando murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as Mark eases in further. You let out a little sob as your head drops to Fernando’s shoulder, burying into his neck as the burning pain starts to dissipate.

“I know baby, I know. You’re doing so well,” Mark sighs, gripping your hips a little tighter as he watches your already filled pussy slowly accepting him in, a low groan leaving him as he feels the friction of Fernando’s shaft against his own.

“Feels so fucking good,”

“S-so full,” you whine, your breath hitching as Fernando’s hand trails between you, slowly circling your clit to take your mind off of the discomfort as Mark bottoms out.

“So good for us..” he turns to press another kiss to the top of your head as you start to adjust to both cocks stretching you. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, your mind blanking out as the pleasure slowly starts to overtake the pain.

The three of you remain still, just enjoying the overwhelming sensation of closeness and fullness as you pant into Fernando’s neck, tears rolling down your cheek.

If you weren’t feeling cockdrunk before, you certainly are now. You almost feel as if you’re in a daze, unable to think of anything other than the intimacy and taboo of the situation and just how good the stretch feels.

Mark’ stubble grazes against you as he peppers featherlight kisses to your shoulder blade, whispering praise against your skin. Lifting his gaze he catches sight of Fernando, admiring the way his hair is matted to his forehead with the thin sheen of sweat, head tilted back and hazel eyes closed in bliss.

“I’m going to try and move a little now, you think you can handle that?” While directed at you, Mark is half asking Fernando too, fully aware of the overstimulation he may be experiencing. He adjusts position ever so slightly and you take a sharp intake of breath as Fernando hisses.

“T-think so,” you whimper, trying to prop yourself up out of Fernando’s neck, gingerly arching yourself against Mark, testing the waters before he starts to rock into you.

“Y-yeah, m-more please,” you affirm, voice shaky as Fernando leans up to capture your lips in a desperate kiss, moaning into each other's mouths as Mark finds a manageable pace.

You can tell that Fernando’s orgasm is fast approaching, his hips faltering slightly as he bucks up into you in tandem with Mark. You can’t help but squeeze around them, the thought of them flooding you with their cum too sinful of a thought to ignore. The sudden tightness tipping Fernando over the edge.

“Carajo... te voy a llenar, princesa,” He groans out, his cum spilling deep inside of you. Hearing Fernando moan and curse in his mother tongue will never not be one of the hottest things to you, and that combined with the sensation of his cum filling you and him frantically circling your clit has you sobbing out your own release, clenching desperately around both lovers as Fernando’s cum starts to trickle out of your stuffed pussy.

The warmth of Fernando’s release and your tightness around them sends Mark hurtling towards his own orgasm, his fingers gripping tightly at your hips, no doubt bruising the skin as he yells out. Forehead pressed against your shoulder as he slumps forwards.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. Did so good for us”

“Such a good girl cariño” Fernando agrees, looking beautifully fucked out as he stares up at you, eyes full of appreciation.

“If that was a consolation prize for a loss, what would a win get me?”

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[beiasluv]

dilf webber catching feelings for his kids' babysitter because they are attached to you so now you're constantly sleeping over their house and webber is also seeing the vision of this pseudo family he created 🫣

a/n: no cuz you’re on to SOMETHING 😳

“Hey, darling. It’s late, don’t bother.”

It’s the same phrase over and over again…every night.

He stopped you before you could swift out the front door, grabbing your bicep softly. Strong fingers.

Nooks and crannies of his fancy Australian house were filled with your personal belongings. A hair brush there, a toothbrush here, or your panties stuffed in the smaller corner of Jack’s drawer.

And, personally, he really didn’t mind. At all.

He could go all day, letting you roamed his house, eat whatever you want in the fridge, or play the most inappropriate movie on the television. And don’t get me started on Mark insisting you keep his credit card for any emergency purchase. That includes all of your Victoria’s secret purchase, hey, he insisted.

Plus, Jack and Carl love you. (And maybe their dad.)

“Really? I mean– my roommates–”

“I’ll cover your hours,” he smiled, crossing his tanned arms while resting on the frame of the door. “Please? The boys never have slept easier.”

Just when a little pitter patter sounded through the hallway.

“Yn!! Come on!!” Little Webber got your right arm, tugging on it like his life depended on it.

“Okay, fine, fine, let’s get you to bed.” Just that, you gave in and dropped your bag to the marbled floor, holding the little boy’s hand as he dragged you up the stairs.

Staring back you see Mark claiming your bag on his shoulder, smiling before waving you to focus on the stairs – not wanting you to hurt your delicate self.

—

“Hey, Mark,” you whispered softly. The clock blinking a bright red, saying it’s 1:20 am.

Mark was knocked out on the bed, his bare chest peaking over the ruffled blanket. Thinking he must be dreaming to hear you in his bedroom, in your soft, warm voice.

“Mark–” you whispered again, leaning over the bed to tap his bicep softly.

“Huh? Yes? Yn? What happened?” The man woke from his slumber. And God forbid him from leaving the bed to show his bulging pants.

“The heater broke down,” you informed. Suddenly he realized there were two more little lumps snuggled into his sides. “Thought they could get a sleep with you for tonight–” wiggling until they’ve found their perfect spot for warmth.

Just when he spotted you turning to leave, kneeling up from the side of the bed.

“And where you’re going?”

“I’m going to take the guest room–”

“Don’t. Er…I mean, it’s dirty down there, haven’t got the maid to clean it since…she left,” he cleared his throat, explaining it in a just right volume. “Here.”

And he shifted the cover up, presenting you with an empty space in his king sized bed. Enough for even a family of six.

Not that four wouldn’t be cozy.

“I–”

“Come on,” he interrupted. “Aren’t you cold in that short? It’s freezing,” he patted the bed. Before your hazy mind could comprehend what happened, you slid in, wrapping the blanket over your body.

“Night.”

Maybe his visions weren’t just visions any more.

[unveranosinseb0514]

Mark Webber: Yes Chef!

Pairing: Mark Webber x F!reader

Summary: After waking up and smelling something delicious, you went to the kitchen to find out Mark is a splendid chef...but that wasn't the only thing he's good at.

Tw: Minors dni!!!! 18+ Only, Smut, fluffly? Mark's a sweetheart, cum eating, Mark is a bit obsessed, a little teasing, Oral (f receiving), overstimulation if you squint, think that's all for now!

Words: 3,6k

A/N: i'm really sorry this took so long! And i'm sorry it's short! Couldn't wrap my head around it, this past few weeks were a mess! But i really hope you all enjoy it, and if there's something wrong, do forgive me! The pictures also aren't mine!

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"Good morning sleepy head!" Mark's voice startled you a bit as you came downstairs to the kitchen, you smelt something but didn't even knew he could hear your footsteps approaching.

Yesterday you slept a bit early, and no matter how much time you got resting, the yawning and tiredness on the face are still there.

He was cooking, with a gentle and silly smile on his face, content in the most simple manner, looking at the food, which you also did with a small grimace, while rubbing your eye and coming closer.

"Mornin...what you're doing?" Your voice was soft, your kinda sleepy state left it like that, which he noticed and couldn't help but think it's too cute while you eyed his food

"Oh this? A...normal american breakfast, i think? Eggs, bacon" he explained simply, focusing on the eggs again while you still looked kinda puzzled at it

"No?! It has... vegetables, no American would eat that healthy, specially in the morning" you couldn't help but make a joke and make him laugh, he was a bit laid-back, something he was always around people he felt comfortable with, but specially you "but it does smells fucking delicious...and it looks good, how come you never told me you could cook?"

You hop slowly and with a smile on the counter, close to where he was cooking to watch it, you could swear you saw a faint blush on his cheeks because of the praise on his food

"Thank you sweetheart, and yeah...i'm proud to say that i know my way around a kitchen" he said winking playfully, what made you smile, paying attention to his face while he was beautifully focused on making breakfast for you both.

The Aussie had a big nose, that is no doubt...and it made him even more beautiful like that, the kind of nose that you felt the urge to just curiously let your fingers glide on the silhouette of it...the other part of your brain saying that it would feel like heaven to sit on...but you just ignore, can't have that kind of thoughts in a Sunday morning, you didn't even had breakfast yet, so you focus on his eyes instead, on the light, they looked a lighter green in the light, with a gentle gleam, his short beard looking smooth to caress, and his hair somewhat messy, looking like he woke up a few minutes ago, but when you decided you were eyeing too much you looked down at the food again, the man completely oblivious to your attentive stare.

"Is this what you eat on Down Under?" You teased him, which he let out a funny scoff

"Sometimes i just have a regular coffee" he shrugged his arms like it was nothing, as if he didn't said something a bit alarming

"Mark?! What the hell? You do know that you can't just not eat and drink coffee in the morning right? Are you trying to kill yourself?" you pushed gently his shoulder which made him laugh a little

"Don't worry babe, it's not like i regularly do this...and plus, i'm not always hungry on the mornings" he said quietly and with a relaxed smile on the lips, you rolled your eyes at his statement and shook your head but something catch your eyes, his strong jawline being more prominent when he turned his face to the side a little while finishing the eggs, it was a sight to see him cooking and you got a bit disappointed that you didn't catch him cooking since the beginning, you could have appreciated more.

You tried to stop daydreaming about his face and skill, looking around, only now noticing that the house was too quiet, and that wasn't normal since it wasn't that early and you both aren't alone there, and while making a small grimace, you couldn't help but ask.

"Where's everyone?"

"I think Fernando and Sebastian said something about a lake close down hill, probably swimming, more exciting than the pool here...and Jenson is off to the closest town, he wanted to buy something" he said while making small faces while talking, probably was doing something while they were talking, because he looked like he didn't payed attention that much.

"Oh the lake sounds nice, why did you stay?" You asked curiously, seeing him turning off the stove to search for plates on the cupboards

"I wanted to stay here for when you wake up, i told the boys to go without me." The man said casually as if he wasn't expecting you to have any reaction to him being nice, he always was, of course, but you weren't expecting that.

"Wait..." You said slightly surprised and getting silent for a few seconds before continuing "Really?! You didn't have to do that, Mark"

"But i wanted to, didn't wanted you to wake up and be all alone" he explained while sliding carefully the eggs with vegetables on the plate, next to another plate full of toasts, which you didn't even saw when you came.

He kept saying things like it was the most common things ever, like everybody did what he's doing, but that left you kinda surprised and quickly warmed your heart.

"That's too thoughtful of you." You said smiling gently and sliding off of the counter to get close to him, he did look even taller that close but you're short anyways, it shouldn't surprise you at this point. He looked at you with a gentle smile. "That is probably the sweetest thing i've ever heard, I could literally kiss you right now."

"Then do it, sweetheart"

He suddenly said and your playful smile vanished, you both were eyeing each other in silence and he was serious about it, with a faint smile on his lips but you heard the tone, a blush appearing on your cheeks, you got so close to just throw yourself on his arms and claim his lips, both looking at each other's mouth but after a few seconds, his face grew slightly hot since you didn't reply or moved, he thought he was stupid for suggesting something like that, he thought he fucked up and desperately tried to pretend he didn't meant that.

"I-I..forget it, it was a joke, don't worry" while stuttering he went to focus on something else to not let the air awkward but you quickly tried to stop him

"No, Mark, hey, look at me" you laugh a bit tenderly, getting close to him and reaching for his face, to make sure he was looking while you were speaking, and when your eyes met, he knew you understood he was embarrassed because he thought he misunderstood "you just caught me off guard, that's all."

Slowly, you stood on your tip toes and him, even surprised, held your waist with his big hands, turning his head a little to the side, you kissed the corner of his lip gently, he almost gasped but held it in, didn't knew you would actually do something like this, sure did left him surprised.

You were grinning at him now, caressing his cheek bones with your thumbs, speaking in a lower gentle voice "I think that's enough for now"

"You... didn't have to do that, you know?" He said playfully, adjusting his hands more comfortably on your waist, looking more relaxed while pulling your body closer and looking down at your beautiful eyes, which he always loved, it was probably one of his favourite things about you, those curious gentle eyes.

You almost felt tempted to kiss his lips fully this time, almost. Both were close still, he was holding you, almost wishing he just pulled you on the kitchen island and kissed you till you were begging him to do more, he had almost the same thoughts and you could see in each other's eyes that, the tension increasing a little, then he cleared his throat, ending the trance, both blinking a few times, avoiding eye contact and looking elsewhere, his touch getting lighter on your hips until the big hands weren't there anymore, made you feel disappointed deep down inside...but the tension was still on the air.

"Well, how about we make some pancakes as well? We need something sweet" you suggested with a slight shy smile, putting one lock of your hair behind the ear, the thought that passed to the older man's head was that the only thing sweet that he was starting to crave was you, but he thanked the heaven's you couldn't hear it, he shouldn't feel this way about you... but it's not like he could control the way his body reacted or the paths his thoughts went.

"Good oil! Let's do it" he said getting his mind out of his pervert thoughts, but you eyed him quietly because of the slang.

"Mark... what's that?" You sounded confused and he just laughed.

"It's me saying you had a good idea... nevermind" he waved his hand playfully.

"You gonna have to teach me one of those someday" you smiled and turned to grab all the things you needed to make the pancakes with him.

"Sure thing, as many as you want!" Moving to help, he spoke.

Australia had some pretty original and funny slangs that you founded so interesting, like right now, Mark had a beaming smile on his face while he grabbed what you couldn't reach from the cupboards, you could totally say he's "Grinning like a shot fox" which kinda means he's entirely satisfied and happy with that time you both are having together.

"So...no bacon?" You asked playfully starting to mix all the ingredients slowly.

"Now what's the point after the eggs with vegetables?" He asked playfully as well, stretching his arms, and while doing that, the shirt got pulled up a little, showing the hem of his white boxers, you almost...almost reached and touched his abdomen because it was quite tempting to feel how smooth his skin would be there...

"You're right, yeah"

After he understood that talking about the kiss didn't fucked your friendship, he got a lot more closer physically, and you kinda started to lean on him more, both your bodies doing something completely automatic. After finished mixing the ingredients for the pancake, it looked pretty consistent, the mixture had that familiar pancake color, but your eyes got a glimpse of the blue food coloring on the counter, it made you get ideas. The older man was a bit curious, he was close to you, resting one of his heavy hands against the counter gently, using his other hand to rest on your hip while he looked over you to what you were doing when you grabbed the food coloring. Have him this close was relaxing, you looked sideways to his bigger but gentle hand there, couldn't help but take a small step behind, absentmindedly, your body seeking the warmth of his, which was very welcomed because his own body took a small step closer, your back already pressed against his chest in a comfortable way, he was slightly bent, to get close to your height, both making small and casual talk while grabbing the pan to make the pancakes.

"Can i get a taste?" Mark whispered close to your ear, he wasn't planning to make you feel a goosebump travelling through your skin...but it's not like you controlled those things.

You turned your head slightly, almost touching your face with his, your breaths mingling, from this close you could see the grayish hair and a few on his beard that was growing, he was a bit older than the others and that was clear to see...those greying strand's just left him even more attractive.

"the mixing? I mean- of course it is, duh" you said laughing a bit shy, he just smirked but didn't answer, so you rushed, encouraging him "sure, go on"

You took the opportunity to taste it yourself, dipping gently one of your fingers but before it could reach your mouth, he grabbed your wrist, at first you got confused but he had a face that he knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly, he brought your finger to his parted lips, tasting the mixing, and you looked complete amazed by the scene so closely, with your lips slightly parted, a bit with the breath hitched because he did that out of nowhere, feeling your cheeks warming up, he made a small face and hummed as he slide your finger out, relishing the taste, clicking his tongue.

"Hmmm, that's delicious and it's not too sweet" he said with a gentle smile, but deep down inside he knew exactly what he was doing this time, provoking you a little.

For a few seconds both just stared at each other, he seemed to be challenging you, in a way, with that gaze, and you did took up on that challenge because all of sudden your lips smashed on his in a searing kiss, which he quickly responded...he has been waiting for this since you entered the kitchen, just never showed it.

You turned around and quickly held softly his face, moving your thumbs in a gentle caress, he saw that as an opportunity and fast enough lifted you by the hips untill he was between youregs while you sat at the counter, immediately embracing his neck to enjoy better the feeling of your lips together, pulling his body closer, licking in a provoking way before biting not too harshly, only made him groan, a shiver went through your bodies, that only made the aussie deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue slowly to dance with yours, despite the kiss being a bit desperate, your breathes ragged already, it was also unhurried, there was a fire between you both but...it wasn't sloppy...not that it would be bad if it was, but he was taking his time to savour that and it only made your skin burn more, specially when he held your chin and tilted a little more, using the other hand to held the side of your neck, applying just a little pressure with his thumb on the chin, pulling down slightly, the hand felt big enough to hold your neck just the right way...jesus, you swore that you could become so putty on his hands, and he somewhat felt that, heard your sigh between the kiss, the corner of his mouth curled up a little, sliding his hand that was formerly on the chin to your waist, feeling your body just a little, clutching your skin there.

You let out a small whimper, making him sigh after hearing, discovering every spot that made you react when he touched, it aroused him to no end. You slide one of your hands to his chest, almost testing what his reaction would be when your curious fingers found the hem of his shirt and pressed your palm at his abs, feeling the hot skin gliding on yours when you moved up and down, even using the tip of your nails carefully, seeking a reaction, and of course you made him undoubtedly shiver and grunt.

"Fuck...let me...let me taste you" he whispered breatheless against your lips, like he needed badly, and it did made you stop, gently fluttering your eyes open with your hand inside his shirt. Deep down inside he was hoping it wasn't too much, but he felt too tempted now, almost aching for that, you could clearly see that on his eyes, they were darker now.

"Go on...please" you asked close to his lips and that made him cuss under his breath again, thought that having you asking so softly to him to do it was...so, so hot.

Quickly the tallest one started to kiss down your neck, taking his time, making you throw your head back slowly so he could have more room, he enjoyed that fact, humming against your skin as he nibble and suck against the sweet spot there, close to your collarbone, you let out a lovingly whimper, wondering on the back of your head how did he find that so quickly, not minding if your neck might have his marks, head a bit clouded with lust by now. He was the biggest fan of the sounds you let out and he made sure to try and make you react to everything.

"Hold on to me" he whispered and carefully held you by your thighs when you hugged his strong neck, placing you on the kitchen island, it was bigger and more comfortable.

He pecked your lips two times tenderly, it made you a little soft, laying your body against the colder surface when he pushed without force, he didn't need to anyway, you were too comfortable, too into that to even let your nerves take over because nobody has ever done that. Carefully pulling the hem of your pajama shirt up, not wasting any time to press his warm lips on the soft flesh, you could feel he was holding back a little, his fingers flexed a bit nervous sometimes, hell...he wanted to eat you out like you were his last goddamn meal, like he was fucking starving, famish to have just a taste, but he couldn't, at least not now, he knew you were new to this, he didn't wanted to overwhelm you.

"babe your skin is so soft..." He praised, what did made your cheeks gain a little color while he kissed up and down your stomach, the shirt hem was pulled until he could see the swell of your breasts, it was tempting but didn't pulled further. He teased you a little, sometimes making the tip of his tongue trace the skin close to the hem of your pajama pants from hip to hip, making your stomach do flips, anticipating and almost torturing both of you, because he was as eager as you were.

"S-Stop being such a tease Mark" your voice small and trembling while squirming gently when he sucked a mark next to your hip bone, earning a chuckle and a bite there that made you whine.

"Someone want this as bad as i do...have a little patience, i want to make this good for you."

You kept looking down, only your head up while your body was laying on the kitchen counter, heart pounding like crazy on your ribcage, breathing uneven, face hot, not even thinking about what the boys would think if they ever discover you both did that on the kitchen.

He started to finally pull down your pants, but he made sure to pull your panties as well, because he was patient and he wanted to make things go smoothly for you...but he was getting a bit desperate to get a taste.

"Oh...now that's a pretty sight... you're already wet" he whispered a bit amazed and with a bright half smile on the lips, eyes shining like two stars, he almost stopped just to watch for a little while...you looked so goddamn gorgeous to him and the look he gave made you tear your gaze away a little shyly...gosh when will you get used to that?

He dropped the clothes on the floor, running his big and heavy hands on your bare legs now, exploring your skin, getting almost too close to where you needed him but never touching, it made a few goosebumps travel through your body.

The man was enjoying the view almost too much, took all his strength to not bury so suddenly his face between your legs, but he lifted one of your legs, starting by kissing and nibbling up and down the inner side of them, getting close enough to your core so you could feel his breath there - which alone made you whimper - but he held himself back and started to do that with the other leg, tasting your skin, he wanted to remember that so made sure to give both legs the same treatment. Sometimes looking up to see your flushed sweet face, eagerly watching him too close, with the pupils getting progressively bigger. The older man smiled, looking down at your glistening pussy, presenting to him like the most delicious feast...it looked even more appealing than the breakfast long forgotten that he made...couldn't help himself staying too close, so in a swift move, he placed one of your legs on his shoulder, not wanting to lose any more time, brushing his tongue against your clit for a taste, making you jolt because of the sudden contact and pleasure, a new and foreign feeling...but it felt good, his tongue was so warm and wet, and he, on purpose, circle your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking and putting slightly pressure there one time, making you mewl and squirm because it was a little too fast.

"Sorry love... it's hard to go slow with you spread so beautifully like this" he whispered kinda breatheless, burying his face there after, lapping at your juices, it was so fucking good and you were moaning and whimpering a bit loudly, glad that nobody was on the house right now or that might be embarrassing after.

You constantly moved your hips a little, his tongue explored every inch of your sensitive and wet skin, spreading your lips so he could press the tip against your entrance a bit to provoke, groaning everytime he tasted you, his eyes closed, and that sight alone made you moan and blush, he actually enjoyed that, you could see how joyful he was about doing this with you. He used both of the hands to go around your legs, placing them on each side of your hips, making sure to keep them pressed against the kitchen island, you were moving too much and he had to keep you steady, but you couldn't help it when it felt so delicious, so relaxing, you never had a sensation quite like this, it's almost as if he was taking a huge weight of your body, almost as if your body was about to mold with the surface you're against, every flick of his big tongue making you dizzy with pleasure, anticipating the next one, the next move, how such little thing was making the whole room feel warm, how it was making you want to blabber incoherent things but also chant only his name over and over again.

You gripped and pulled softly at his beautiful hair, everytime he felt that, couldn't help but moan against you, making you mewl because of the vibration, his beard that was growing was a little ticklish on the best way possible, his big nose bumped, pressed and brushed against your little bud when he got a bit too excited - sometimes on purpose - and it made you feel shocks of pleasure, arching your back suddenly, pressing his face there even more, breatheless moans coming out, almost closing your legs but he held it quickly.

"no, no, keep your legs open baby, be a good girl" he suddenly gripped your thighs and pressed them against your stomach gently, making you even more open, holding it that way so you wouldn't be able to close them, no matter how much they tremble, how much pleasure you felt, just keeping them pressed there. You could feel your juices dripping down his face as he eat you out like a starving man, making you get out of breath for the fifth time, arching your back, body warming up so much, burying his face there even more, placing your other leg on his shoulder while he moved his lips and tongue without a break to give you pleasure and because he wouldn't dare to stop now.

"Please...Mark...fuck! More..." You pleaded a little desperately, running your nails against his head, making him shiver, pressing his fingers against your waist while he was gently exploring you with his tongue like an expert, as if he made this everyday...but oh boy how he did wish that he could do that with you everyday, to please you all the time, to be able to feel your sweet nectar. Made sure to adjust your legs better on his broad shoulders, breathing against your skin.

"Oh i love your moans... they're so pretty, moan more for me sweetheart" his voice was smooth, while inhaling, trying to contain himself to not make you come more than once, to not overstimulate you the whole morning with how divine you tasted for him, eyes almost rolled back everytime, your brain almost shortcutting with how obsessed he became doing that, moaning his name even more melodic as he asked. "you taste so sweet baby...so good..."

He focused on your clit right now, licking slowly, alternating his movements, making you sigh and pant, with your eyes closed, head thrown back while one of your hands held firmly his locks. He loved so much to see you like this, so much that he made sure to keep his eyes open so could see your reactions closely and bask himself on the fact that he was the one giving you that much pleasure, your chest going up and down quickly, your body sweating. Eagerly sliding his open big hand from your stomach to your breasts, suddenly grasping one of them, playing with it, squeezing and pinching, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers, increasing your pleasure.

The other hand, he brought to your pussy lips, lazily running his tongue in circles on the most sensitive part still, just carefully brushing teasingly his fingers there. That familiar warmth on your womb increasing slightly faster, much more than what you were expecting.

"M-Mark...y-yes... that's...so good" you whined, his only response was to abuse of that point now, moving his lips and tongue nonstop, alternating between licking and sucking, even gliding his teeth there on a gentle manner, all while being careful enough to not hurt you, still doing that like his life depended on it, gripping your other breast on his gentle but eager hand, kneading it, enjoying how it almost fitted perfectly on his hold.

Your legs shaking, torn between arching your hips and getting a little away because it was fast, it was so much pleasure, the pressure building quickly, you almost couldn't hold it in, even though deep down inside you wanted to prolong this feeling, seeing him, down on his knees, eating you out like you were his favourite meal, a bit sweaty, enjoying himself just like you were enjoying yourself, but he could feel and see your muscles contracting a little, your legs trying to close around his head.

"You want to come, baby? Hum?" He asked taking his lips away a few seconds, and you almost whined for the loss of contact, but quickly came back, burying his face there sometimes and growling because it tasted so good to him, the sounds sloppy...it almost made you blush even though you're so close to cumming...you never thought somebody would enjoy that much, but here he is, practically worshiping that.

"Y-Yeah...god...yes please..." You cried out a moan a bit whiny, trying to move but he held you down, being much stronger than you, but your strength was going away anyways as your orgasm approached.

He was being a bit of a tease now just to hear you whine, couldn't get enough of your sounds, sometimes he stopped using his tongue and lips, only brushing tortuously slow your button that was already red and a bit swollen, getting more sensitive than what you were expecting

"N-No!...Mark please, don't tease a-again" your voice was just a soft mewl, your eyes closed, body trying to move impatiently, back bending, almost folding, and he had a half smile, eyes full of awe and lust.

"You're gorgeous like that sweetheart..." It was a whisper close to your sensitive parts, on purpose, blowing air while he kept moving his finger gently, it was getting you frustrated on the point of almost asking for him on the most hopeless way than you were already asking, but you just whined a bit loudly, rolling the hips.

"Alright baby, alright, since you're too good for me, you can come" he said deciding to end your torture and finally captured your clitoris on his lips, making you moan loudly at the so needed contact, sucking it with a little bit of force and speed now.

After a few seconds, you couldn't hold back and ended up cuming on his tongue and lips, making a mess while you chanted his name loudly, legs shaking, trying to close, but he held firmly, with him groaning and you almost in complete ecstasy forcing his face there. The old Aussie kept moving his head until he felt you came down slowly from your high, even though you hissed sometimes because you got pretty sensitive, it sure didn't stopped him to lick you clean a bit gentler, trying to savour the last few moments, where you almost pushed his head away, relaxing your hold on his locks, he knew his head might hurt a little but having the satisfaction to see you that relaxed, satisfied and vulnerable...hell, he would let you pull a dozen of times. He had such a beautiful smile on his lips...which were glistening, half of his face shining in the light, he was literally dripping with your arousal, that only made the blush on your already reddening skin to deepen, closing your eyes again quickly. He did saw, chuckling, cleaning his chin and lips - without really wanting to - gently taking your limp legs from his shoulders, watching you trying to breath normally, checking if everything was okay, and in no time he grabbed your clothes, being careful while pulling them on again, before so easily lifting your body from the kitchen island, your eyes closed, but finding strength to hold his neck, laying your head a bit too relaxed on his shoulder, made him smile warmly, kissing the forehead, before you stole two pecks with a cute smile on your lips this time.

"You know...i might be a little too relaxed, and definitely satisfied...but i'm still hungry" you whispered laughing while he held you on his arms still, knowing your legs were far too wobbly to stand and he couldn't let you laying there on the counter, he was happy to hold you until you felt like you wanted - and was capable - to move a muscle.

"Oh i'm afraid i might have to skip this delicious breakfast i made...i'm satisfied with something much better now, so it's all yours" the man said teasingly, close to your cheek, pressing his nose there after letting a kiss, you slapping playfully and with zero force his chest, which he only let out a quiet but funny laugh.

All that you guys did felt too right...you didn't have that urge to ask what that meant because...it was already implied, and not everything had to have a reason, you were learning that. It felt wonderful, he's holding you after he gave that much pleasure, everything was right and that's it, nothing more has to be said about something so natural like the desire between two people.

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Retired F1 Drivers + (Lewis and Nando) as Seven Deadly Sins

Kimi Räikkönen: Sloth

First and easy to understand: F1 was just an hobby for him and if he really tried he would have won way more titles, pure talent.

Sebastian Vettel: Pride

"I was faster, I passed, I won. I don't apologize for winning, that's why they employed me for"

Especially in his Red Bull era, he was a walking menace and also the finger celebration, he's pride.

Lewis Hamilton: Greed

How can you win 7 (or 8 yeah) world titles without greed? Like Nico, they were ready to sacrifice everything for the titles and they did. But he's one of the greatest so it went well.

Nico Rosberg: Gluttony

This was a lil' difficult because at first I thought of him as envy but actually he didn't want all Lewis's championships, he just wanted one for him and for his father's legacy, that's want he dreamt during his whole childhood. And he worked every year, played mind games and almost destroyed himself in order to obtain it.

Jenson Button: Lust

He's beautiful. Just this. He deffo got everyone's attention on the grid, he also got some reallyyy self-explicative shirt plus some lines in a Top Gear episode

"I like to enjoy myself, as we all do."

"So you get a lot of sex?"

"Probably more than you Jeremy"

Fernando Alonso: Wrath

He always said he's the villain, he chose the dark side and he just wanted his titles, he didn't give a fuck about others.

"I knew he would hit the brakes because he has a wife and two children at home"

Mark Webber: Envy

All his career with Seb and also parts of his book, I love him but throughout his whole career his deffo felt some envy for both his teammate and his team.

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Acceptable "Infidelity"

Pairing: Mark Webber x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating (there is none, it's a big misunderstanding)

Notes: No one asked for this bi I hope you enjoy it regardless. Also with all the Pinterest diving I did for this, I have a massive urge to write for Jenson Button but no idea what do if anyone has any requests, please send them my way.

Summary: The 2024 Australian GP, the day of an incredible race, insane results and Mark Webber cheating on his wife?

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Yourusername

Yourusername: What a great Ausgp this year and I can not tell you how great it is to be back 🤍

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User1: I'm so curious as to whether she saw the twitter threads or not because Mark is here not once but TWICE....

↳User2: You are freaking grilboss job photos... plus Mark

Aussiegrit: Great to see you back in the paddock.

↳Yourusername: And it was lovely to see you again Mark🤍

↳User3: Awwww... now kiss

↳User4: Woah, man.... they're both married that's a bit wierd (frfr pls)

User5: I know Y/N read that twitter thread and then giggled with all the chaos she made with this photo

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User6: Aus GP photo dump but without Oscar!!! OUTRAGEOUS!

↳Yourusername: Sorry😔 But at least there is one Aussie!

↳User7: Y/N only had room for one Australian and it had to be her fav.

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Aussiegrit: This isn't the way we wanted the world to find out but with the ever invasive paparazzi, I am finally able to show the love of my life off.

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User1: I KNEW IT!!!! I AM SOBBING RN MY BIGGEST SHIP (FOR THE PAST 6 YEARS IS AFLOAT)

↳ Yourusername: We've been married for 7 actually :)

↳User2: Have I just died and ascended into heaven? What is this that I'm hearing?

Yourusername: Love you, the love of MY life 🤍

↳Aussiegrit: Love you more🖤

↳Yourusername: Not possibleeee

↳Aussiegrit: It is because I said so (also when are you coming home?)

↳Yourusername: It doesn't work like that (half an hour, I've just need to finish one last thing and then I'm yours)

↳Aussiegrit; Yes I does (I can't wait to see you. Love you, more than you'll ever love me)

↳Yourusername: No🤍 (And no🤍 but see you soon)

User3: I'm I'm happy for them (I'm crying my eyes out)

User4: The white and black hearts omddd. Its like they complete each other!

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User5: I want what they have pls🙏

↳User6: Fr. I also want their secret keeping skills because 7 years if marriage and however long of dating being a secret is so impressive

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

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Rumor Has It

Part 1 - Someone Like You

Pairing: Jenson Button x Reader / Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 3.4k

Summary: Catching the attention of an F1 driver is already rare but catching the attention of two very close friends in the paddock can only be a recipe for disaster. Especially when they're both devilishly handsome and have their mind set on winning your affections.

A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot but I got carried away so it's now a four parter

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Mark and Jenson were close friends, that was a fact. The two drivers were always joking with each other. Despite their competitiveness on track, they always knew that leaving any argument they had on track was the wisest decision. 

It was almost an unspoken rule that any disagreement was to be left to deal with on track and for years they never argued about anything because they knew better. Plus, they never had something to argue over that required more than what racing solved. That was until you came along, you and your bright smile that made Jenson stutter for the first time when giving an interview. Mark was just as affected as his British friend but he chose not to show it  to you initially. 

Jenson had been on his way to tell Mark about this gorgeous and funny reporter that he had immediately been attracted to but before he could say anything, the Australian was already talking about you. All Jenson could do was nod and laugh as Mark described how beautiful you were and how you had smiled so brightly at him while asking him questions.

Part of him wanted to shut Mark up, to tell him that you had also smiled at him and that he wasn’t special but that meant admitting that he was just as ordinary as the Australian and Jenson hoped the spark between you hadn’t been one sided. 

For months the two men tried to get your attention, each with their own method but the same motivation behind it. Mark always spent as much time as possible with you in the media pen, sticking around until you were done to have a quick discussion until he was forced to join his team briefing. The usually quite grumpy Australian seemed to soften around you, smiling softly and always finding something interesting to say to you even when he DNFed. He was really trying to show his softer side in hopes that you’d like him back someday.

Where Mark was putting his hopes of getting with you on a subtler approach, Jenson was the complete opposite. The Brit was trying every trick in the book to get you to notice him, shamelessly flirting with you on or off camera. His smug smile never left his face whenever he knew he had your undivided attention. 

He got high on it, trying to find how to rile you up, how to get you to respond to his taunts. When it worked, the rare times you caved in and teased him back, Jenson beamed with pride.

With how close the two drivers were, they were well aware that they liked you both and that if you ever decided to reciprocate their feelings, one of them would be left behind and forced to let you go. Each of them hoped their antics would work, bragging about how well they knew you and how you would like them back someday.

Neither of them dared to say they’d get you explicitly. First, they didn’t want to jinx it by saying out loud a wish that hadn’t happened yet. Second, they knew better than to be douchebags and they respected you too much to treat you like some prize to be won. No matter how this whole flirting game felt like a competition between them, you weren’t an object to own.

By the end of the 2008 season, you still hadn’t reciprocated any of their feelings but neither of them was ready to give up. For an unknown reason, you had their undivided attention and there was nothing you or they could do about it. 

At first, you had thought they were indeed flirting with you and it felt good to be wanted. It wasn’t everyday that two gorgeous men got out of their way to have your attention. But then when Seb, who you knew had a girlfriend he loved to death, had started to flirt with you too, you started doubting the whole thing. 

Without knowing it, Seb’s need to tease his teammate and his friend had ruined most of their efforts. Jenson was known to be a playboy anyway so it was easy to convince yourself that he was just being his usual charming self and that you had overanalyzed every interaction you had with him. 

Convincing yourself that Mark was just being friendly was harder because the change in personality was evident. Your colleagues relentlessly teased you about your capacity of turning the intimidating Australian into some sort of lovesick puppy.

Even with how hard he was trying, Jenson could tell you were pulled towards Mark by a force bigger than him. Maybe it was the age difference between him and the Australian that pulled you towards his friend. Mark was in his thirties and despite not having changed on track, the Brit could tell his friend was in another stage of his life than him. 

Mark was done with meaningless flings and was looking for something real now. He still liked to party but there was something more serious about him. A steadiness and surety emanated from him. Jenson was well aware that he lacked that in appearance.

He was still enjoying life like there was no tomorrow and despite getting close to thirty, the Brit was still acting as if he was in his early twenties. He just thought life was easier that way. No one expected anything for you if you didn’t give them a reason too and it was the only way Jenson knew to avoid disappointing the people around him. You can’t really fail to meet expectations if the bar is on the floor. 

Maybe that was Jenson’s biggest flaw, his deep-rooted fear of disappointment had made him create this wall around him. This persona of Jenson Button, the ladies’ man, professional playboy, slag of the F1 paddock, he had heard it all and basked in it. Sometimes even using it to his advantage to get what he wanted because he was after all just a man with needs and there was only so long he could resist when presented with a good time.

As both of them kept trying to make you fall for them, the months passed and with that the 2009’s season with it. With how well his career was going, Jenson was putting his everything into whatever bond the two of you shared. He swore he could touch everything he ever wanted at the tip of his fingers: his dream of being a world champion and his dream girl, miraculously in the same place. 

In a moment of euphoria after he won the championship, Jenson had asked you to come to the afterparty to celebrate with him and all the drivers. You had planned to go out to celebrate your well-deserved break anyway so you agreed, thinking he’d be too busy to notice if you ever decided to show up or not. 

Seb was the first one to notice you in the packed club, smiling at you before nudging his teammate who smiled at you fondly, the alcohol letting him show his emotions more freely. You watched as he closed the distance between you, navigating between the mass of drunk people with ease before stopping in front of you with the same drunken smile. 

-“ Hey Mark” 

-“ Nobody told me you’d be coming, if I had known I’d have drank less.” Mark apologised

-“ Why, scared you’ll share your deepest secrets with me ?” 

-“ I have nothing to hide from you, I just want to be sure I remember every moment spent with you.” he smiled fondly 

-“ That’s very sweet but don’t worry about the alcohol, I plan on drinking as well so I’ll catch up with you soon enough.” you laughed 

-“ I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk. I wonder what kind of person you are then…”

-“ What do you think I am ?” 

-“ You don’t strike me as an emotional or loud drunk. I’m hoping you’re either a flirty drunk or a very honest one.” 

-“ Oh yeah ? Why is that ?” you asked, trying not to let a smirk creep on your face

-“ Because then I can ask you if you like me back and either you’ll flirt back or you’ll tell me the truth and I’ll know for sure how you feel about me.” 

-“ So you really like me ?” 

-“ I thought I made it obvious sweetheart but yes, I like you y/n.” Mark said, the pet name rolling off his tongue naturally

-“ Ok ok, just making sure.” 

-“ So you’re not going to tell me if you like me back or not ?” 

-“ I think you’ll have to wait until I’m a little drunk to get that answer, Mark.” you teased him

-“ Then can I go buy you a drink ?”

-“ If you insist, I’ll have a rum and coke please.” you said moving towards the bar to accompany him

-“ Go to the VIP area, I’ll bring the drink to you once you’re sitting down.” Mark smiled, motioning to the corner of the club you had seen him before he made his way to you

You nodded watching as his tall figure disappeared in the sea of people. You could still feel how warm your cheeks were from indulging in his game but you didn’t regret it. You felt good, the season was over and all you wanted to do was relax and enjoy yourself. 

You started to try and navigate the crowd to reach where you were supposed to wait for Mark but before you could make any real progress, a very drunk Jenson arrived right in front of you. 

-“ Y/n ! You really came ?” Jenson happily slurred, pulling you into a hug 

-“ Of course, I did. Congratulations on your win Jenson. It’s well deserved.” you said with your head resting on his shoulder

-“ Thank you, love. I’m really glad you’re here.” he muttered before stepping away from the hug

-“ It’s not like we see each other at every race, you know ?” you teased him

-“ It’s not the same. I can’t really be the way I want with you because of work…”

-“ And what way is that, Mister World Champion ?”

-“ I can’t ask you out properly at work, this is the first time I did.” 

-“ You were asking me out ?” 

-“ Of course I was. You’re gorgeous, funny, incredibly intelligent and you drive me up the wall. What’s there not to like ?”

-“ Jenson. You flirt with everyone, how am I supposed to believe you really like me ?” you deadpanned 

-“ I don’t flirt with anyone like I flirt with you, love. I don’t want to be with anyone like I want to be with you. I thought I had made it pretty obvious but I’ll do better”

-“ What do you mea–” you try to answer

Before you could finish your sentence, Jenson cupped your face with his hands and crashed his lips on yours. Taken aback at first, you stayed frozen not expecting the kiss. Once you fully realised what was happening, your lips moved on their own, returning it. 

Jenson’s lip tasted like champagne and what could only be described as pure victory. You could feel him smile when he felt your hand sneaking on the back of his neck. The kiss was tame at first until Jenson playfully bit your lower lip, giving him access to your mouth. From there the kiss turned heated and it was a clash of teeth and tongue. Jenson’s hands snuck around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

When you finally separated from each other to breathe, Jenson looked like he had won the greatest prize of all. You tried to keep staring at him but his hungry eyes made you blush and you looked elsewhere, bringing your fingertips to your mouth, still not sure the kiss had really happened. 

When you looked back at him, Jenson seemed like he wanted to say something but it was his turn to get stopped. This time it was by Alonso who wrapped an arm around his friend’s shoulder before shoving a glass in his hands, unaware of the moment he had just ruined. 

Jenson thanked his Spanish friend before turning his attention back on you but Mark was back next to you. You offered a small smile to the Brit as Mark led you to the VIP corner, his hand proudly resting on the small of your back. All Jenson could do was stare longingly at the pair of you as you slowly disappeared in the crowd, leaving him still troubled by the passionate moment you had just shared. 

Part of him wanted to follow the two of you so that you and Mark weren’t alone but he hoped that the kiss would have been enough to convince you to choose him. He had made his affection clear so now all he could do was wait for you to come to him. Plus, it was his party, it would be a shame not to enjoy himself so he downed the glass Alonso had given him before following the Spaniard on the packed dance floor.

The night kept going and after drinking what Mark bought you, you decided to go dancing a little with Hanna who had joined Seb for the last race of the season. The two of you danced until your feet hurt because of the heels you were both wearing so when the pain became unbearable, you went back to the VIP area to sit down for a bit.

Jenson was still nowhere to be seen so you sat between Mark and Seb while Hanna sat between her boyfriend and Kimi. At first the boys were too deep into their conversations to pay attention to you but soon enough Mark looked at you with a smile, nudging your shoulder with his playfully.

-“ You looked good out there.” 

-“ Did I ? I didn’t realise you were looking at me.” 

-“ I mean you always look good but this dress looks insane on you sweetheart. It’s hard not to stare when you’re looking this pretty. ” Mark winked

-“ You don’t look so bad yourself. Your shirt suits you. It’s nice to see you in something other than your racing suit although fireproofs look crazy good with your body.” you blurted, the alcohol letting you say whatever came to your mind

-“ You’re definitely drunk.” 

-“ What gave it away, Sherlock Holmes ?” 

-“ You never complimented me when you were sober.” 

-“ I did ! I told you you had made a nice move on Seb in Spa.”

-“ Sweetheart, I’m not talking about racing compliments.”

-“ Oh… Well you always look good in whatever you’re wearing so there’s a compliment.”

-“ Do you know what else I’d look good in ?”

-“ Tell me.”

-“ I’ve been told I look pretty good wearing nothing at all.” Mark teased, bringing his face closer to yours

-“ Mark ! There’s people around, don’t tease.” you whisper-shouted as you blushed, his face even closer now

-“ Can I kiss you ?”

As soon as you nodded, Mark’s hand raised your chin and he delicately pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was nothing like the one you had shared with Jenson. For starters, Mark’s lips didn’t really taste of anything other than just Mark. That wasn’t a bad thing, it was just different. Mark was also a lot less aggressive when he kissed. While you and Jenson had been battling each other for dominance in your kiss, Mark was more than happy to slowly and languidly kiss you, following whatever lead you took. 

His other hand was resting on your thigh, rubbing circles absentmindedly with his thumb while yours were tangled in his hair. This didn’t feel like making out. You were just kissing because you wanted to. With Jenson it had felt like you needed to kiss in order for your heart to beat, in order to stay alive. 

With Mark, kissing him felt like being in the eye of the hurricane. You knew everything around was chaos but the kiss gave you a little breathing room. It gave you a temporary shelter to whatever was unfolding around you. 

When you pulled away from the kiss to breathe, Mark’s thumb was stroking your cheek. He pecked your lips before sliding closer to you on the couch you were sitting on. Now that the moment was pretty much over, Seb slapped a hand on Mark’s thighs to congratulate him for finally making a move on you.

-“ He’s been pining for you for so long, it was starting to get a little sad.” Seb joked

-“ It wasn’t sad Seb, shut up. I just know what I want, that's all.” 

-“ Are you going to tell Jense about it or should I break the news to him ?” 

-“ I’ll do it, just not tonight. It’s his night, let’s not ruin it.”

-“ Oh my God ! Jenson !” you muttered, making all the heads snap back towards you

-“ What is it sweetheart ?” 

-“ It’s actually a funny story but hum Jenson, well I did too I suppose so, Jenson and I kissed a few hours ago.” you admitted, scared of how Mark was going to react

-“ Oh, Jenson gets a little touch deprived when he’s drunk. He’d kiss anyone he can..” Mark reassured you

-“ Earlier this year he even tried to kiss me.” Seb remembered with a laugh

-“ So don’t worry about it. Chances are, he won’t even remember it tomorrow. That’s usually what happens when he kisses someone at random without feelings.” Mark affirmed, trying to be convincing enough for you to forget about it

You were too focused on Mark to notice the look exchanged between the two other drivers. Seb looked uncomfortable at the statement and asked Hanna if she wanted to dance, using the excuse to leave. Kimi was glaring at Mark menacingly. It’s not like it was his business or that he cared but even he knew that Jenson’s feelings about you were genuine. So in his book, Mark’s comment wasn’t one of a good friend but a very manipulative one which he didn’t really like so he just stood up and left.

Now left alone again, you and Mark used the opportunity to talk some more, really getting to know one another out of a professional context. Mark was pretty funny and kissing him every once in a while made you feel pretty giddy so your smile never left your face that night. 

When you finally decided to go back to your hotel, Mark insisted on walking you back which you accepted. You had wanted to say goodnight to Jenson but when your eyes fell on the Brit, he was hugging someone with long hair rather closely so you let Mark drag you away toward the exit. 

If only you had stayed a second later, you’d have realised that the person hugging Jenson was none other than Fernando who was trying his best to hold his drunk friend up while Jenson’s body wanted nothing more than to touch the floor and lay there forever. 

Now convinced that Jenson wasn’t serious about you, you invited Mark back into your room without remorse. If Jenson could have fun, so could you. This night turned into regular meetings at your hotel every race until Mark properly took you on a date and asked you out. Since the two of you had fun together and liked each other, you agreed to date him but kept your relationship private.

After his night of partying, Jenson remembered the kiss very clearly and he knew you had been sober so he came to the conclusion you hadn't enjoyed the kiss as much as he had. Or maybe you simply didn’t like him back. With that in mind, Jenson slowed down on the flirting during your interviews, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. 

Little did he know that by doing that, he was just convincing you that he didn’t like you like that and had just acted because of the alcohol. This whole situation just pushed you further into Mark’s arms and when you were finally ready, you made your relationship public. 

Seeing you and Mark kiss for the first time was like a punch in the gut for Jenson. He had known there had been a chance of losing you to Mark but up until then, he was convinced neither of them managed to seduce you. Knowing that he no longer had a chance with you broke his heart but like the good friend he was, the Brit congratulated the both of you and only expressed how happy he was for you. 

He wanted you to be happy more than anything. It was just a shame you had found happiness in Mark’s arms instead of his but he’d live with that as long as the smile on your face stayed there.

[bwoahtastic]

Wait wait wait, Nico using Webber as his fake surname and then reuniting with Mark years later has so much hijinks potential. Nico meeting Mark again when he signs him and Oscar up for one of Nico's specialist yoga classes and being so entertained when Jenson, in the class with Lando, sets his sights on Mark but Mark completely fails to realise that Jenson is flirting with him.

Jenson very pathetically asking Nico to help him flirt with Mark, so to help his friend Nico begins inviting Mark round more often, and even decides to throw a dinner party where he seats Mark and Jenson next to each other. He tells Toto about what he's doing, but while Nico thinks he's telling Toto about how he's trying to help Jenson get a date, Toto is sat there thinking that Nico is talking about inviting his ex-husband round to the studio to watch him bend and stretch and around for dinner. He wondering whether Nico regrets divorcing Mark, whether Nico's trying to hint at an open relationship

Plss!!

Nico having his lil yoga studio and Jenson his triathlon buddy ofc comes over with little Lando to join the classes! And after Nico saw Mark again in the supermarket and Mark is back in his life, with the cutest little wombat chonq called Oscar (I think we said wombat Osc for this verse sksk)

Jenson setting his eyes on Mark and trying to flirt but Mark is clueless ksks. So really Jenson desperately needs Nico's help! Nico is more than happy to do so becayse he wants both of them to be happy and they would be a good fit, plus their kiddos love him!

Nico trying to help then and try to set them up! But Toto is a little insecure and confused about what is going on and the last name business and somehow he assumes that it's about Nico still wanting Mark and wanting to get back together, or maybe having an open relationship...

Nico noticing Toto is being off and making him talk about it, and ehen Toto starts saying he thinks Nico wants an open relationship and wants Mark, Nico just bursts out in laughter aksksk. He tries to regain composure and tells Toto they were never together, he took Mark's name because it's comforting, they were never married or together! Toto feels a litlte silly but Nico smiles he quite likes Toto a little jealous!

[f0point5]

I just saw the funniest take on Twitter and it still has me flabbergasted. So apparently because Oscar didn’t get DRS from Lando, he lost out on a podium in Canada and should be looking at other teams. The team are trying to sabotage him by always giving Lando the faster strategy (even though he got the preferential ones in Jeddah and Monaco).

Also because he didn’t post his post-race tweet until yesterday that it’s clear he’s deeply unhappy with the team. Someone did a really good thread on the McLaren strategy and if they made the right call but it’s full of ‘Piastri’ fans saying they sabotaged his race.

Anyways, some fans made Instagram stories and tweets and tagged Mark Webber to try get him out of his contract at McLaren. I’m so curious at where they think he could go? Ferrari and Redbull have their lineups secured, plus Mark Webber is hardly going to encourage him to go to Redbull. Mercedes have decided to go all in on Antonelli and Aston have their line up secured too. Do they want him to go back to Alpine? To join Stake and suffer?

I understand it’s frustrating when the driver you like and want to do well doesn’t get the result you wanted for them. McLaren clearly want him, they wouldn’t have signed him until 2026 if that wasn’t the case, he’s doing a good job with them. He and Lando are working well together, they seem to get on well and are working to get McLaren up there and fighting every week. It just feels like some of these people don’t watch the races or understand why certain decisions are made.

Sorry for the rant 😭

He should be looking at…BITCH WHAT?

Look where? Please tell me because that McLaren is a rocket ship where else is he going to find one?? Red bull and their broken car, next to Max Verstappen? He’ll have a lot more to moan about over there than not getting dragged along by Lando, that’s for sure. Ferrari, who have Lewis Hamilton and Il Predestinatio not mention have just got their own academy driver a seat? And that’s not even touching on the questionable strategy. Merc, who have all but given the seat to Antonelli? Anywhere else is looking backwards and a waste of his talent.

So where can he go?

And why should he go? Because Lando let him fall out of DRS range? If he wanted the DRS that badly he needed to stay in range of the guy driving the same car. Sorry to say it but they’re having this discussion like Oscar was only a passenger and not the person who ultimately controls his pace. You want to stay ahead of George? Be faster. I’m sure Oscar doesn’t want to rely on Lando for the outcome of his race. Why do people who call themselves fans of Oscar think he should be counting on anything but his own ability? Ludicrous.

McLaren have to think about getting the largest amount of points with two cars. Oscar has to think about Oscar. Lando has to think about Lando. The balance of these three agendas is what makes F1 fun to watch. If everyone is playing the team game all the time what would we be watching?

People are on some next shit istg

[chussyracing]

What is happening in the world of motorsports?

Ducati won MotoGP constructors after Bagnaia won in Thailand

Williams added yellow color to their livery for Mercado Libre sponsorship

Marko has been yapping that Mark Webber has been in contact with Red Bull for potential seat for Oscar

But also Zak Brown and Helmut Marko had like. A lil beef over media about Lando and his mental health (tbh I didn’t read further into it I just hope they all disappear)

Oh and Marko also said that Red Bull will choose Max’s teammate for 2025 at the end of this season

Speaking of Oscar, he appeared in Australian Forbes in category 30 under 30

And Franco was on the cover of Forbes Argentina!!

Also McLaren lodged a right to review for the penalty Lando got in COTA, the penalty got rejected like everyone expected, because they didn’t bring any new or substantial facts for the decision making

On the other hand there are reports from Craigh Slater (I probably butchered the name I am sorry) that the drivers meeting sparked a fire debate about overtaking rules, track limits and having a nose first in the apex, so FIA basically admitted there is a gap in the regulations that Max is using to his favour and they will close it up, so the overtaking rules will change from Qatar onwards

Franco mentioned he probably won’t have an F1 seat until at least 2026 despite rumours that Red Bull and Sauber both were looking into his contract options (probably for VCARB in Red Bull’s case)

Jock Clear reported that Ferrari didn’t change the flexibility of their front wing to resemble those of MCL and Merc (I am not convinced but ok)

Alonso officially gets his 400th start in F1 today (he also missed out on Thursday aka media day because he is sick)

George had to get checked in medical center after his FP2 crash which was worth about 30G

After COTA promoters got fined for track invasion, they are now looking to fix another thing – track limits (there is a word about installing gravel traps like they did at Red Bull Ring)

Fun fact from the FP1 session featuring all the rookies: Robert Shwartzman got a 5 places grid drop penalty for the next race he enters (if ever) for overtaking under double yellow flags

Horner said that Yuki will be testing RB20 at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi (but who knows)

McLaren brought major floor upgrade to Mexico but only for Lando so far

Alan Walker apparently published his Charles Leclerc remix in a new EP Neon Nights (I am not even kidding)

George’s upgraded floor (the one he broke in COTA) won’t be available until Brazil at least

There is a rumour Valtteri is in talks to become Mercedes’ reserve driver (he will be put on the shelf next to Mick help)

Bruno del Pino joined MP Motorsport in F3, while Matias Zagazeta will join DAMS in F3

Lia Block is racing in F4 for ART in Monza this weekend

American Express is now F1’s official partner, so it will appear at GPs next year

Jaguar and Nissan both breached the cost cap in FE (they will miss the first half day of testing and received a financial fine)

Nikolas Tombazis confirmed it wasn’t just McLaren (who admitted they did further changes to their rear wing) that was hit with clarifications and had to change up their design a bit

Max and Checo got a… couple of the year award?? Um?

Charles became a jet fighter pilot, the footage will come out on 3rd November on canal plus

Last but not least, happy belated birthday Roscoe Hamilton!!

[giuseppe-yuki]

omg I love your shapeshifting aus's and can't wait for the spinoffs!!!

what animal would you think mark webber or jenson buttons gf could turn into?

thank you, anon! i'm glad you liked it :) i'm going to be honest and say i don't very much about mark and jenson and their f1 careers. i know mark is oscar's manager, along with the multi 21 situation, and that jenson has a world championship and does commentary for skysports sometimes, plus a few other facts here and there, but that's about it 😭 i'm still learning about them, but if purely off of vibes, i want to say a lamb for jenson and maybe a barn owl (?) i'm not too sure. if anyone knows mark and jenson better and possibly has an idea, you're welcome to put it in a comment below :)