#young sebastian vettel

[kenttyy]

My favorite boys as youngsters also trying out new brushes

[itsfkindestiny]

"...Тёплый ветер гладит лицо А я глажу твоё, растворяемся где-то Это наш последний восход И последний закат, и последнее лето..."

[stsainz]

[me-and-yourmama-accoustic]

Young Sebastian Vettel, you would've made my type blonde men

[slutforpringles]

Formula One: Changing of the Guard (2014-2025)

Daniel Ricciardo, Valtteri Bottas and Kevin Magnussen will retire from the Formula One grid in 2024, leaving just four drivers on the 2025 grid from 2014; Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, Nico Hulkenberg and Sergio Perez.

[dreamauri]

i love your seb fics sm 😭😭 pls write more!

♪ — 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 rbr! sebastian vettel x fem! rally driver! reader ( fluff ) fic summary . . . when the redbull media team gather their golden f1 and rally drivers for a promo video, only chaos will follow the couple when they try to drive a hot lap around the historical nordschleife.

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“I’m driving.” You called dibs, darting to the driver’s side, only for you and Seb to collide at the door, both fighting for it. “I wanna drive,” he argued, a mischievous glint in his eye as he tickled your side, right where you couldn’t hold back a laugh. It was unfair, and he knew it. You squealed, reflexively jumping back just enough for him to dive into the seat and reach for the seatbelt.

“That was cheating!” you grumbled, grabbing onto his arm and trying to tug him out before he could buckle up. But he was already settled, flashing you a bright, unbothered grin as he clicked the seatbelt securely.

“Guess the driver’s seat was calling me more than you,” he teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair before you swatted him away, reluctantly slumping into the passenger seat.

“Just don’t kill us, okay?” you said, pressing your back into the seat, the Nordschleife track stretching ahead of you in a foreboding line of twists, turns, and blind corners.

Seb shot you a look. “Me? Never.” He winked, hands sliding over the steering wheel, a smooth kind of confidence radiating from him. “You know, you’ll be safe with me,” he added with a grin that made your stomach twist.

“Mhmm,” you muttered, voice heavy with doubt as you fumbled for your seatbelt, the straps feeling somehow flimsier than usual. You knew the Nordschleife's reputation—a dangerous beast of a track with over seventy corners. And as a rally driver yourself, you were no stranger to risks. But something about sitting in the passenger seat, entirely at someone else's mercy, made your skin prickle.

He turned to you with that playful smirk, obviously enjoying your apprehension. “Want me to hold your hand?”

You stared at him. “Sebastian, keep your hands on the steering wheel,” you warned, voice edged with a little panic, even as he laughed, giving the wheel a reassuring pat.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, glancing over at you with an exaggeratedly serious expression.

“Yes, yes, I trust you, now just go!” You smacked his shoulder, only for your hand to stay there, gripping his sleeve as if it was somehow keeping you safe. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Seb grinned, a spark of mischief in his eyes as he took off, his foot pressing down on the accelerator. You felt the engine roar to life, the sheer power of the car echoing through your bones as he navigated the first few corners with that natural ease only he seemed to possess. You couldn’t help but squeeze the edge of your seat, your fingers finding the dashboard and clinging to it for dear life.

“Yn, you’re holding onto that dashboard like it’s your last lifeline,” Seb chuckled, his eyes focused ahead, but you could see the amusement dancing at the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” you huffed, pressing your foot down on a very non-existent brake pedal, your nerves doing somersaults as Seb took another sharp turn with way too much finesse. “There’s a difference between watching you on TV and actually being here, Seb! If I was driving, this would be easy.”

Seb let out a mock gasp, pretending to be hurt. “Are you doubting my skills?”

“No,” you muttered, though the reassurance was mostly for yourself. “Just saying that passenger seat syndrome is real, alright?”

His laugh echoed through the car as he took another corner, this one sharper than the last, and you felt your body press against the side of the seat, fingers digging into the fabric. He reached over as if to pat your leg in reassurance, but you smacked his hand back toward the wheel.

“Hands! On! The wheel!” you shouted, barely containing your nervous energy.

He was full-on laughing now, a sound that should’ve been comforting, but only made your heart pound louder. “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?”

“Sebastian!” you half-shouted, half-groaned, closing your eyes as he sped through yet another tricky section of the track, the car dipping into a turn so tight you could feel the weight shift under you. Each time he maneuvered through a turn, your stomach did flips, and each time he pressed down on the accelerator, you clutched his sleeve a little tighter, whispering an unintelligible jumble of prayers and swear words.

He seemed to be enjoying every second, driving with the calm of a man used to pushing the limits, as if he hadn’t just driven you to the edge of your patience. And yet, in his hands, every turn felt smooth, calculated, like he could do this with his eyes closed.

“Almost done, love,” he said, throwing you a quick grin. “Unless you want to go another round?”

You rolled your eyes, panting as the finish line came into view. “If you don’t stop this car, I’m breaking up with you.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he teased, finally easing up on the gas as he brought the car to a gradual stop, the adrenaline rush leaving you buzzing even as the tires rolled to a halt. The second you were safe and still, you practically ripped your seatbelt off, pushing the door open and leaping out as if the car was still on fire.

You staggered a few steps, hands on your knees as you caught your breath. The film crew stood nearby, chuckling to themselves, and you glared at them.

“Don’t you ever put me through that again!” you shouted, chest still heaving as you straightened, trying to reclaim any ounce of dignity you might have had before this hot lap.

Seb climbed out after you, a grin wide as a Cheshire cat’s, strolling over as if he hadn’t just hurtled you through one of the most challenging tracks in the world at breakneck speed. He stopped beside you, leaning in close. “Now you know how I feel when I’m your navigator in rallies.”

You shot him a look, biting back a laugh. “Not. The. Same.”

“Oh, totally the same,” he insisted, feigning hurt. “I mean, rally cars, trees inches away, dirt roads, blind turns, and somehow you expect me to sit there and just… chill?”

You snorted, crossing your arms, still recovering. “You’re not in control. That’s why you freak out. But as soon as I’m driving, it’s like I can breathe.”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a half-hug. “Well, next time, you can show me how to do it.”

“Oh, don’t you worry.” You flashed a grin up at him, already planning the many ways you’d remind him of this little ordeal.

Sebastian laughed, pulling you closer until your heads touched, both of you catching your breath, the adrenaline still lingering. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and it softened everything, the nerves, the thrill, the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

“So, you wanna go for another lap?” he asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You pulled back, hands up in protest. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

He smirked. “Then let’s go find lunch. I’d hate to see you faint on me.”

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Saying that the gpda should go care about something important, as if they aren't - for the first time in DECADES - taking a definite stand against the sports governing body publicly for all to see, is something.

This goes beyond the jewellery, the underwear, or even the swearing. And their issue about being told not to wear jewellery and bring told what underwear is more about the fact that they were told by the media, rather than by the governing bodies themselves directly in a meeting where the drivers could share their perspectives.

They publicly called out the FIA President for his hypocrisy and for how he has spoken about the drivers both to their face and behind their backs.

Most importantly, they have publicly expressed their feelings about monetary fines, publicly stated that they have no idea what the FIA does with the money they receive from fining drivers, and called them out for it. There is zero transparency from the FIA in an issue we now know has been raised since at least 2021. What is the FIA hiding? Because there is no reason why the drivers should not be allowed to see where that money goes, or at least no legitimate reason.

[muxas-world]

They kinda didn't but also did macth each other frek

[skitskatdacat63]

Here are some other F3 Seb pics I thought were really cute

[saamaton]

who else thought sebchal

[alexalblondo]

sebastianvettel After the run

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝟱 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦, 𝐒𝐕𝟓 rbr! sebastian vettel x fem! reader (fluff) “. . . using his five senses, these are his favourite things about you.”

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 Sight

Sebastian is convinced you're beautiful and he's lucky to have you.

Your smile and eyes are priceless compared to all the art works in the world combined. And therefor, it's only fitting for you to wear the most exquisite of brands and jewels.

he loves seeing you in things he buys. clothes, dresses, sunglasses heels

it makes him feel satisfied that he could make you shine despite you already being brighter than the sun and prettier than Saturn and the moon.

Sebastian loves to spoil you just as much as he loves admiring you

So when you wear a dress he buys you, he can't help ut forget the world around him and admire the Greek goddess he's been blessed with

"That's a pretty anklet." Sebastian hummed as he sat on the couch beside you, nuzzling his nose in the back of your neck as he gently brushed your hair into a ponytail because it was flying everywhere from the windy beach. You giggled feeling ticklish as his fingers traced down your legs to the jewellery he had bought you a few days ago.

"My boyfriend got me it. This bikini too." You giggle as you share a soft peck before standing up and down a little twirl. Sebastian couldn't supress his smile as he held you waist and puled you closer, kissing the belly button piercing.

Touch

 it gives sebastian peace of mind knowing that he's your safe spot

being the person who can keep you safe eases his mind.

he loves it when you hug him or hold his hand. that you come to him for solace.

he'll hold you close when you crawl into his chest and will cuddle you after a long day of work.

Sebastian loves to run hands through your hair and leave small soft kisses all over your head and hands, rubbing your back as he holds you close in his embrace

"Well hello." Sebastian smiled, lifting his arm to see you from where you were hugging him from behind. You wrapped your arm around his waist with a smile, getting on your tippy toes for a kiss the German didn't hesitate to give.

"Are you going to be stuck to me the while night, Meine Liebe?" [my love] He asks feeling you nuzzle your nose in his back. "Do you not want me to?" You ask and Sebastian shakes his head, gently holding one of your hands and stroking your fingers as you melted into his figure.

Smell

Your perfume always lingers on Sebastian since you cling to him so much, a comforting reminder of your presence and affection.

It's a subtle mix of sugar and blueberries, a scent that clings to his clothes and bedsheets, making him feel close to you even when you're not around or he's away.

Every time he catches catch a whiff of it, he's reminded of your comforting aura and hugs and the way you whisper sweet nothings in his ear as you play with his hair when it's your turn to big spoon.

This scent becomes a part of his everyday life, making mundane moments feel special. Especially if other drivers or co-workers smell feminine perfume on him and ask. he goes on a whole rant about you.

Sitting at your vanity, you smile as you spritz a bit of perfume on your wrist. He walks by, catching the scent, and grins like an exited puppy. "Can I have some?" he asks as if he's not going to tangle his body with yours in a few minutes. "Seb." You laugh as he couches down so you can put some on his neck. Instead, he got a kiss to his cheek, which made him feel all fluffy, leaning his head on your shoulder as if he was melting into you.

Hearing

Sebastian's curses in German are a familiar sound in your home. He loves cursing, so doing it in German has become the norm. it's gonna be sooner or later that you catch on and join in too.

Swearing is way of expressing frustration, but it often makes him laugh because he never expects it from you and that he actually loves that you're speaking german (even if it's bad words.

"Scheiße." [fuck] Seb found himself smiling, looking at you as you struggled with the pickle jar. "What was that, mein liebe?" he giggled, leaning his forearm on the kitchen island. "Was zum Teufel ist los mit dir? Why won't you just open?" [what the fuck is wrong with you] You huffed shoving the glass in Sebastian's chest chest. "Here since it's so funny, you take it."

Seb could'n't hold his laughs in as he unscrewed the lid of the jar easily. Loud curse words ensued as you watched him do what you've been struggling with "Fuck you." you smacked his chest, taking the pickle jar and plucking one of the pickled cucumbers before screwing the lid back on.

"No no noo." Seb whined , hugging you from behind with a pout. "Go back to the German. Please?" The blond stuck out his bottom lip in plead with his blue puppy eyes. "Nein." [no] you huffed angrily munching on your veggie.

Taste

Every kiss Sebastian shares with you is a sensory haven, but nothing beats the taste of champagne on your lips after a celebration

When you get a taste of the podium champagne bottle, Sebastian makes sure to pull you closer to taste the alcohol once more, only it's from your tongue this time

The flavour mingles with his senses, creating a delicious blend of saliva and expensive bubbles that's intoxicating

He can always tell when you've had a glass, the taste lingering long after the kiss ends sends his heart in whirlwind and tongue yearning for more

These moments remind you of victories celebrated and moments cherished together

After a long-awaited victory, Sebastian pulled you into a kiss, the taste of champagne lingering on his lips. "You taste like celebration," He whispered, smiling against your ips. "That's because every moment with you is worth celebrating," You hum, kissing him again, the taste of champagne and love blending perfectly.

[sebtember5]

HQ shot of the youngest ever Formula one champion Sebastian Vettel Celebrating with McLaren’s Lewis Hamilton - Yas Marina 2010 - 🥹❤️🤍

[leclercskiesahead]

Little did he know he would succeed him

[heterotheodecker]

REDBULL’S GOLDEN BOYS

[blorbocedes]

Sebasatian Vettel April 21, 2013 - Bahrain by MOHAMMED AL-SHAIKH/AFP // St Catherine of Siena by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, 1746 (Museum: Kunsthistorisches Museum)