#dark jenson button x reader

[rene-spade]

Ok but how are the crazy f1 dads with their daughters dating? Who on the grid do they like?

oof this is a loaded ask bc they really are all out of it 😭 they just love their babies fr

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dad! kimi | growing up räikkönen!

FIRST OF ALL kimi doesn’t really vibe with most people in general, let alone anyone who’s trying to get with his little lumienkeli. kimi was lucky to raise a little girl similar to him, who listens when he places a no dating rule lasting until she’s 21 (as far as he knows anyways). despises the guys on the grid trying to get with her; he was one of them once so he thinks of them as animals, especially leclerc who’s known for his brow-raising dating life. also hates pierre but he already didn’t fw him bc he’s french. he is SLIGHTLY more easy going with women around his daughter so any grid guys with girlfriends might have an advantage. he finds that he wants the im-a-dog-and-ill-do-whatever-my-girl-says type for his daughter, but he dislikes unintelligence. he does not like anyone on the grid, but he best tolerates:

mick schumacher!

oscar piastri (+lily)

he vibes with kika okay but hates pierre 💀

bonus! he actually really likes max but his hate/distrust for jos overpowers that so he’s not letting that happen

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dad! jenson | growing up button!

OK SO JENSON is a bit less intense than kimi, however he is much more publicly affectionate with his daughter which means that he has definitely gone on public rants about how no man is good wen enough for his baby. that being said, he is a decent judge of character so he doesn’t hate anyone on the grid. but he gets real serious when he notices people hitting on his baby. this is mostly bc he was def a whore when he was younger so he isn’t quick to trust guys who are living the same lifestyle he was. he kind of turns on dad-mode when he notices anyone eyeing her up. but alas, he raised his own mini-me, who attracts just about everyone, and who likes to flirt back. it takes warming up to, but he can see himself fine with most of the drivers. he most prefers people who are friendly and who didn’t act like him when he was in f1 like:

george russel

daniel ricciardo

lando norris

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dad! fernando | growing up alonso!

NANDO IS DEFINITELY one of those guys who thinks he’s a “cool dad” bc he’s a young father and his daughter is his best friend. but in reality he’s one of those intense, fiercely overprotective dads who have impossibly high expectations for his daughters partner. 100% the type to punch a mechanic for saying gross things about his princesa. he’ll be calm and in a good mood then someone on the grid (or any man ever) mentions his daughter and he’s like 😐. UNLESS! it’s carlos. carlos is the only one who meets his standards, sorry to literally everyone else. but even with carlos, he can be a little stern just to get his point across about not messing with his only child. he just feels the need to personally approve of his daughter’s partner bc he’s hyper-paranoid about someone hurting her. his list looks something like:

carlos sainz!!!

that’s it

i mean if you put a gun to his head maybe max bc he’s a winner but he needs to learn to speak spanish so-

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dad! jos | growing up verstappen! unfortunately

FUCK JOS VERSTAPPEN obviously, however this man is one crazy dad who we have to discuss. his love for his youngest daughter is wild and unpredictable, and it’s very different from the way he treats his other children. his baby has some extreme one-sided beef with him that he’s smart enough to know about, so he isn’t too forceful about bonding, it’s definitely more desperate since max found success in f1 and she sticks with her big brother now. her entire life, he’s never allowed her to date, and when he found out about her first secret bf, he got arrested for trying to kill the kid so. he has IMPOSSIBLY high standards for his daughters partner and definitely wants her to marry within the f1 community, but he hates losers and despises half the grid.

suddenly he’s charles leclerc’s biggest fan !

lewis hamilton but he’ll never admit it

MAYBE carlos sainz

bonus! max obvi likes daniel ricciardo best but jos doesn’t fw him like that

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Ren

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[norrisleclercf1]

Can I has Mafia!Jenson x assistant!reader where she wears the body jewellery to a dinner of some sorts, or like an event, and Jenson is just completely speechless? They're in that weird cat and mouse game still where they both know the other has feelings but are too scared to admit their own but Jenson would kill whoever looks at her 👐🏼

A/N: HEHEHE

"I am, not wearing that."

Lewis snaps his fan closed and groans, cracking his neck as he glares at you. "Yes the fuck you are, now, go change." He pats your ass and throws you into the changing room. You turn quick and pull at the handle and groan when you realize the bastard locked it from the outside.

"I'll just stay in here!" You yell, a snort echos, as Lewis's boots click on the floor. "Fine you can stay in there, but Jenson will come in here, now wither I open the door with you dressed or naked, is your choice." Biting down hard, your jaw aches from the threat, blowing air out as you take a moment to calm down.

"I hate you!" "No you don't,"

Groaning, you hate that Lewis was right, you could never hate your best friend. Looking at the outfit you groan and quickly undress.

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"Goddamn, even I'd fuck you." Blushing at the words, Lewis smiles as he walks around you. Wearing black stilettos, a skin tight black dress that had a deep cut V that went down to your naval, your breasts holding perfectly it looked sinful, it had slits on either side that went up to the curves of your hip bones, you'd keep to yourself you weren't wearing any panties. But the silent killer, was this small but noticeable gold chain that layed on your sternum, but broke off at the end and wrapped under your breasts. It had gorgeous little pearls that adorned your skin, it looked classy yet a little hint of seduction. Lewis loved it.

"Well, okay," Lewis takes a breath and fixes his pants which has you slapping his shoulder but you both giggle, leaning in he kisses your cheek and brings you over to do a smokey eye and paint your lips a deep wine red. "Thank you," You whisper, feeling confident.

You might work for Jenson Button, one of the feared men in the Mafia world and even made him fall to is knees, but even you needed to feel pretty once in a while, and Lewis was always happy to dress you up. "For you," He whispers and kisses your cheeks.

"I have to go," You sigh, not wanting to head to this meeting. Jenson had asked you to come with and Lewis decided to make you gorgeous and confident and have all the men eating out of your hand.

And damn did he succeed.

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Climbing out of the car you say thank you and hold your little clutch and walk inside to the dark little restaurant. You didn't know where Jenson and the other men where, looking around for them.

Jenson was going to murder Lewis. He was going to kill him and maybe torture him, but he was going to do something to the man. Because explain to him, why he gorgeous, sweet, somewhat shy, and brilliant assistant was currently wearing a dress that was begging Jenson to fuck her in.

Biting his lip he groans, seeing you in that dress should be illegal and the fact he now had business partners here, to see you in this dress. He was going to rip their fucking eyes out. Seeing you look around lost and confused made his blood bump so hard he could hear it in his ears. "Excuse me," He slides out of the booth and walks up behind you, and feels his pants get even tighter seeing the finer details of the dress.

God he wanted to take his hand and reach into the slits of the dress and grab your ass pulling you close, having you sit on his lap and feel him grow hard underneath you. He wanted to slide the long sleeves off your shoulders and watch as you bounce, the body jewelry teasing him and god, he was going to come right here. "Y/n," You jump, and he has to control himself from wrapping his arms around your waist.

"God, Mr. Button, scared me." You blush seeing the way he was eating you alive. "I'm sorry, but...what are you wearing?" He steps closer to you. Body tensing you hate the way you lean forward, craving the warmth and the scent of his cologne wrapped around you.

"Lewis designed it for me," You whisper, as the two of you lean in closer, craning your neck to look up at him, as he looks down at you. "Come home wit-" "Mr. Button, you're table is ready for your orders," The two of you jump back as the waitress smiles, seeming somewhat annoyed and you blush looking away.

"Let's go," He whispers, and holds out his arm, which you gratefully take as he leads you to the table and stops. "Fuck, I can't." He moves to stand in front of you and shrugs his suit jacket off and laying in on your shoulders, covering your body, his hands tighten on the collar and pulls you in.

"Only I can see you like this, understand? Only me," He whispers, leaning in and you have the urge to lean in just a little bit, he smiles and bumps your forehead and moves away. "If they stare at you to long and make you uncomfortable, squeeze my thigh twice and I'll blow their fucking heads off," You nod, getting a smile from him, "Good girl."

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[sv5hive]

womaniser | jb22

pairing: jenson button x fempopstar!reader, brief mark webber appearance

content warning(s): swearing, mentions of drinking, use of y/n, inaccurate information about the monaco paddock/circuit, suggestive champagne drinking(?)

word count: 1,771

note: first of all, thank you for all the notes on my lewis fic i'm absolutely blown away 😭🫶🏻 secondly, first fic featuring mr. playboy himself! i hope you enjoy this one bcos i had so much fun writing it 🩷

(masterlist!)

you gawked at the herds of people waiting for your arrival at the entrance of the paddock from behind your sunglasses. even after years of being in the limelight, you still weren't used to all the attention.

somehow, news had leaked that you would be attending the monaco grand prix this year, which meant that you had to cover yourself in team gear (that your manager had fortunately brought to your hotel room the night before) from head to toe and walk in with the other team members rather than make a glamorous entrance in a far too revealing outfit like you usually did.

not that you were complaining. your manager would have your head if you caused any more chaos especially after your recent stunt during some after party which involved a bit too much drinking and dancing for the public's liking. apparently people didn't think three awards was something to celebrate with several rounds of shots.

"over there!"

shit.

despite your best efforts to remain incognito, it seemed you were identifiable even while wearing the slightly grim team uniform you wouldn't be caught dead in if it were under normal circumstances.

in a split second decision you made a run for it, hoping to evade any and all slightly deranged fans who might cause mayhem if they managed to reach you. stifling a giggle, you sprinted down the road without sparing a single thought about how odd it looked to everyone else around. you were suddenly grateful for the fact that you were wearing attire suitable for an unexpected, albeit thrilling, getaway.

yep. your manager is definitely going to give you an earful when you get back.

after what felt like an eternity of running, you ducked in between two motor homes to try and catch your breath while also staying hidden. you were so preoccupied with your own endeavours that you hadn't noticed the two men who were once engaged in their own conversation, now ogling at you.

just your luck. were they fans too? god, when were you going to catch a break?

"sorry, i can't sign anything or take any pictures right now. thanks for your support though." you muttered, finally managing to get out your pr approved message while leaning against the wall.

you promptly figured out that you had obviously said something wrong by the sight of a growing smile on the slightly shorter, blond man. looking closer at his chest, you recognised the same brawn gp logo that you were currently wearing stitched onto his racesuit.

fuck.

you looked to the dark haired man on his right who still looked confused at your random appearance. as you moved your gaze down from his face, you then noticed the red bull racing logo on his racesuit.

double fuck. but of course it was your luck to run into the drivers and embarrass yourself!

"shit. ok, wait, hang on. sorry about that. i'm not actually like that, i swear. i'm just trying not to make my manager any angrier at me than she already is." you managed to huff out.

"no worries, take your time."

thankfully, the blond man could see that you were still desperately trying to get air in your lungs and graciously gave you time to recover.

"erm, sorry, can we start over? i'm y/n l/n, nice to meet you."

you moved forward to shake both of their hands.

"jenson button, it's a pleasure. although i feel like i've already met you the amount of times you've been in the headlines."

you almost lost all your breath again as he maintained perfect eye contact while shaking your hand. you grimaced at the reminder of the mischief that you had been known for since the beginning of your career.

is this the regret that your manager was talking about during one of her lectures?

"mark webber, nice to meet you too. so, what was that all about?"

the brunet man, mark as you had just learnt, finally snapped out of his daze as he lightly shook your hand.

"oh, that? it's not a big deal, just some fans who wanted to meet me. i mean i appreciate them and i'm sure they have good intentions but it's a little scary to have a horde of people chasing you. you understand, right?"

jenson's shit-eating grin grew impossibly bigger and it was starting to get on your nerves. and this intense staring contest he had initiated didn't help.

what was his problem?

"yeah, i guess? something tells me you get recognised a lot more often than we do."

you nodded at mark's response without even giving him as much as a glance. if it weren't for the fact that you refused to lose the unofficial staring contest, you might have felt bad for practically ignoring him.

mark looked between you two and made the sensible decision to not get involved in whatever the hell was going on.

"uh, i'm gonna go get ready. see you out there, mate."

"yeah sure, see you later."

and just like that, you were alone with jenson.

"so, what's the world's biggest pop star doing at a formula 1 race?"

your face warmed at the compliment from the man who was becoming more and more attractive as time went on.

"thanks. my friend was meant to be here but something came up and she gave me her pass. i don't know anything about racing but i've heard the after parties are good. is that right?"

"good? they're better than good. they're the best parties in the world."

you raised an eyebrow at his declaration. you had been to more after parties than you could care to remember and you heavily doubted that they could be topped. sensing your uncertainty, jenson made an offer.

"tell you what. if i win the race today, you have to let me take you out to celebrate. i'll even let you watch the race from my garage."

he was on pole position and it was almost impossible to overtake at monaco. but you didn't have to know that.

you did need somewhere safe to watch from. and who knows? maybe celebrating with him could be fun.

"and what if you don't win?"

"don't worry about that, sweetheart. i'll win it just for you." he replied shooting you a wink.

jesus, was he trying to make you pass out?

"well if you're so confident then sure."

"great. let me take you to our garage. don't worry, your fans won't be able to get in there. although i can't promise that some of the team won't ask you for pictures."

"as long as they don't try and trample me i think i'll be fine!"

laughing along with him to the garage, both of you failed to notice the cameras pointed at you, broadcasting your interaction to live television.

almost two hours had passed by now and you were anxiously waiting for jenson to cross the line in first place. you didn't think watching race cars go round in circles could ever be so exciting but your mind had been undoubtedly changed after today. jenson had just begun his final lap around the prestigious circuit when the mechanics started leaving the garage. through all the emotion no one had bothered to tell you what was happening so you just rushed outside with them.

eventually you managed to push your way to the front of the crowd and rested against the wall facing the number boards waiting for the top 3 drivers arrival.

"where's jenson?" you turned to the mechanic on your right after the second and third drivers, who you found out were rubens barrichello and kimi räikkönen, parked their cars behind their respective number boards while jenson was nowhere to be found.

you soon got your answer once you saw him round the corner on foot.

"looks like he got lost!" joked the same mechanic on your right.

you shook your head and chuckled at the absurdity of a professional racing driver getting lost at a track he's driven at several times before. in the end he managed to get to the podium to raise his trophy and celebrate with his teammate.

a serene smile fell on his face as the british national anthem played for him for the fifth time that season. slowly but surely his claim to the 2009 title was becoming stronger and stronger.

as his eyes fell on his team he picked out your face in the sea of people. acting solely on impulse, he blew a kiss towards you ultimately causing an echo of wolf whistles. you made a motion as if to catch the kiss and slip it into the pocket of your jeans, saving it for later.

it would just be rude to leave the man hanging after he had let you stay in his garage. it definitely was not because he was charming your socks off.

shortly after the podium ceremony, he made his way towards the wall you were stood against. joining in with everyone else, you applauded him as he walked up. you let him celebrate with the people who had made the win possible before he finally reached you.

"congratulations, jense! you were incredible!"

"thank you, darling! would you like to try some of this champagne? might not be as good as some of the stuff you've had but i like to think victory makes it taste sweeter."

you smirked at the thought.

"if you insist." came your reply before you tilted your head back and opened your mouth to let him pour the champagne in.

for the first time since you had met him, he was speechless. snapping out of it, he poured the champagne into your mouth and the cheers seemed to become deafening. you tapped his chest to signal him to stop and wiped your mouth with your sleeve.

"you were right. victory does make it sweeter."

you mirrored the grin on his face as the celebrations almost faded away into the background. you two must have had the same thought in that moment because before you knew it, you were kissing each other as if there weren't dozens of cameras being shoved in your faces.

once again, you were breathless as you pulled away.

"i know i owe you a proper celebration, but how about dinner? just us two?"

your cheeks were starting to hurt from the permanent grin on your face now.

"sounds like a proper celebration to me."

your manager was definitely going to kill you now. but you couldn't care less; you had a dinner date with jenson button.

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #jenson button imagine #jenson button x fem!reader #jenson button

[whorekneecentral]

Pairing: dbf!Jenson x reader

Prompt: Leaving hickeys (from her stomach to her hips and inner thighs) + “look what you do to me”

Context: He loves leaving hickeys in unexpected places on her body as a way to mark her as his w/o her dad noticing

picture me rubbing my hands together menacingly because that is what I did when I found this in my inbox. // prompt: "look what you do to me." -- as always, reader is over 20 :)

Your parents decided it would be a good time to go on a family vacation; seeing that it's literally just you and your parents, they usually let you invite a friend along so you're not alone.

It was last minute trip this year so everyone was busy which meant they picked someone to invite. Your dad ended up telling his best friend, Jenson to join the three of you.

It was boiling outside and you had spent most of the day in the pool, your parents has come out to tell you they were going into town to do some sightseeing and that Jenson was inside if you needed anything.

At some point, you did venture back into the house with a oversized shirt on.

Jenson was in the kitchen, the man looking at you like you were insane. "Darling, you do know I've seen you naked before, right? there's no need to cover up for me."

You rolled your eyes, "it's not because of you, well.. it is but I thought my parents were still home."

"What do you mean it's because of me?" Jenson's brows furrowed, "What's wrong?"

You lift the shirt to show him the trail of hickeys that covered from your upper thighs to your hip and to your belly button. When you were in then pool earlier, your parents couldn't see in as long as you were under the water, which you were.

"Look what you do to me," you huffed, dropping the shirt back down, Jenson bites back his laugh and pulls you to him.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't realize I left so many. the room was dark."

"Well now I have to cover up even though it's 400 million degrees."

Jenson tugged on the shirt, pulling it up and off. "No one's here, sweetheart. plus I wanna see how pretty you look." He smiled, causing you to roll your eyes. "Gimme a kiss, I'm sorry baby."

you can't say no to him, giving in and giving him a kiss.

#dad's best friend #jenson button #jenson button smut #jenson button x reader

[libraryofloveletters]

Written In The Photos - Social Media Series

decided to take a little break from writing (I will still be writing after this, don’t worry!) but I didn’t want to leave you guys without content so I present the Written In The Photos series. each driver/player has a song and their post is inspired by said song :) I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it <3 // special thank you to my bestie @themandaloriansdiaries for all her help with song choices and all the cracked out convos we had to put it together. 

Carlos Sainz Jr - Smooth Operator by Sade

late nights, jet leg and messed up sleep schedules lead to words spoken which would normally be kept to themselves. 

Jack Grealish - Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion 

party after party, Jack seems to be spotted with the same girl over and over again.

Lewis Hamilton - Loveeeeeee Song by Rihanna and Future 

he’s sick and tired of seeing you in private, he wants the world to know you’re his. 

Sergio Ramos - Way 2 Sexy by Drake 

working for a footballer isn’t easy, it’s even harder when everyone thinks you’re dating. ( footballer x pr manager)

Max Verstappen  - Can We Still Friends by Tyler, The Creator

even the best of the friends can have falling outs, especially when you’re on opposites side of the track.  (teammate/rival!reader)

Andy Robertson - I’m Still In Love With You by Sean Paul ft. Sasha and Jeremy Harding

so many years apart and you’re still in love with the same guy you’ve always been in love with.

Lance Stroll - Stuck With You by Ariana Grande 

every relationship goes sour, except for the one you had with a certain brown eyed boy. 

Pato O’Ward -  Sunday Candy by Nico Segal 

snapshots of love and life with the love of your life.

Jude Bellingham - P Power by Gunna ft Drake  

young and in love, you two find yourselves making headlines more often than not. 

Sebastian Vettel - Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timberland 

can’t keep his hands off you and can’t keep the flirty comments away. (redbull seb) 

Kylian Mbappe  -  Hotel Room Service by Pitbull 

secrets unravel when you’re caught together in spain.  

Jenson Button - Money by Cardi B 

diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all (sugar daddy!jenson)

Ruben Dias - Golden Hour by JVKE 

you supported him through it all, it only made sense you were the one there in the end. 

George Russell - London Boy by Taylor Swift 

grey weather is a bit of a downer, unless you have someone by your side. 

Bukayo Saka - Star Boy by The Weeknd

proud, proud, proud; you showed everyone just how proud you really were. 

Mick Schumacher - Dark Red by Steve Lacy 

he only has eyes for one girl and it’s the one girl he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. (vettel!reader)

Neymar Jr - Tití Me Preguntó by Bad Bunny 

he promised to change, you were stupid enough to believe him but people never really change do they?

Lando Norris - Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid 

regret makes people do crazy things. 

John Stones - I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston 

your husband winning the treble calls for celebration and you two finally get the night out you deserve. 

Esteban Ocon - Sure Thing by Miguel 

attached at the hip; the sunshine to his rain. you were everything to him. 

Erling Haaland - Sunday Mornings by Maroon 5

sunday mornings were a bit of a tradition for you, everyone notices when the pattern changes.

Pierre Gasly - Creepin’ by The Weeknd 

loyalty runs both ways, until it doesn’t anymore but nothing ever really changes, does it?

Virgil Van Dijk - Let ‘Em Know by Bryson Tiller 

some things never change, no matter how much you try. 

Fernando Alonso - I’m Still Standing by Elton John 

looking up and looking down, it never felt so right. 

Jordan Henderson - If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys 

with your 10th anniversary around the corner, you both get a bit in your feels.

Charles Leclerc - A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James 

races, weddings and races again; sundays hold a special place in his heart. 

Trent Alexander Arnold - One Kiss by Dua Lipa

all it took was one kiss and the floodgates were opened. 

Daniel Ricciardo - Woo by Rihanna

monaco is good to those who are good to it, especially those who win. every winner deserves a prize worthy of a king.

Christian Pulisic - Unforgettable by French Montana and Swae Lee

the star player and the ex girlfriend of his closest teammate are spotted together; you’re too unforgettable.

Kostas Tsimikas - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

you were his until you weren't, but then you were again. the two of you tangled in the sheets and in a web of confusion; were you or were you not?

#written in the photos social media series #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #football instagram au #football social media au

[bad268]

Map (RBR! Sebastian Vettel X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Day 5 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: bad pick up line lol

Pronouns: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 338

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Materlist

~~(^Google/F1 Wiki)

It all started with an interview back in 2009. The Australian Grand Prix, the season opener. I was assigned to interview RedBull personnel. It should have been a great start for the drivers, and Sebastian was doing so well, keeping up with Jenson Button the entire race. That is until he came together with Robert Kubica, and I knew it was over.

“So, Sebastian,” I started the interview after he came into the media pen as the winners started their panel. I handed him a microphone as I figured out how to word the question in the nicest way possible. Sebastian made eye contact with me after smiling at the camera as he messed with the cord connecting the microphone to our camera. “Obviously, the crash was horrific with you breaking too early, and Kubica not giving you enough room. What was going through your mind as you both went into the corner?”

“I’m sorry,” he laughed as he dropped his head. “I’m gonna need you to repeat that. I got lost.”

“What do you mean you got lost?” I asked, confused as to where he was going with this. He just raised his head, making eye contact with me once again. This is when I noticed the dark blush that adorned his cheeks.

“I got lost in your eyes,” He responded. “I need a map to get out of them.”

I decided to play into his little game, so I ignored the heat rising to my face as I said, “Well, I don’t have a map for my eyes, but I do have a map to my hotel room if that will suffice?”

He seemed taken aback at my forward response but quickly recovered. He smiled bashfully as he said, “That’d be great. I’ll stop by later tonight.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I teased back. “But now, back to the original interview. Preferably with limited flirting if that’s alright with you?”

Little did I know, this meeting would lead to the start of our lives together.

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#sebastian vettel x reader #writing inktober 2023 #bad268 #sebastian vettel #formula 1 #f1 #ship268 #thing268

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⭑ angst (maybe if im in an angsty mood, but otherwise, no) ⭑ boy x boy (not that im not homophobic, im js not comfortable with writing stuff like that and nor writing original drivers x drivers) (to be fair i love gay relationships. like HEARTSTOPPER, HELLO??) ⭑ anything that has any hate towards to ANY drivers. ⭑ driver/person x oc (i only write person x reader!) ⭑ eating disorders ⭑ self-harm ⭑ mental/physical illness ⭑ cheating ⭑ incest

— drivers i write for !!

⭑ charles leclerc 16 ⭑ carlos sainz 55 ⭑ lando norris 4 ⭑ oscar piastri 81 ⭑ max verstappen 33/1 ⭑ daniel riccardo 3 ⭑ lewis hamilton 44 ⭑ logan sargeant 2 ⭑ kimi raikkonen 7 ⭑ jenson button 22 ⭑ sebastian vettel 5 ⭑ fernando alonso 14 (these are the drivers i feel comfy with writing, i might do other drivers tho)

— others i write for !!

⭑ toto wolff

— pjo characters i write for !!

⭑ luke castellan ⭑ percy jackson ⭑ annabeth chase ⭑ leo valdez ⭑ jason grace ⭑ clarrise la rue ⭑ will solace ⭑ frank zhang ⭑ hazel levesque ⭑ magnus chase ⭑ piper mclean (probably more but those are js my main ones)

— hp characters i write for !!

⭑ mattheo riddle ⭑ theodore nott ⭑ lorenzo berkshire ⭑ tom riddle ⭑ harry potter ⭑ hermione granger ⭑ cedric diggory ⭑ luna lovegood ⭑ ginny weasley (probably more too but these also are js my main ones)

— mcu characters i write for !!

⭑ peter parker (spiderman) | any film/actor ⭑ stephen strange (doctor strange) ⭑ tony stark (iron man) ⭑ steve rogers (captain america) ⭑ thor odinson ⭑ natasha romanoff (black widow) ⭑ wanda maximoff (the scarlet witch) ⭑ bucky barnes ⭑ loki ⭑ gamora ⭑ peter quill (star lord) ⭑ miles morales (more but are js my main ones)

— x-men characters i write for !!

⭑ alex summers (havok) ⭑ scott summers (cyclops) ⭑ jean grey (dark phoenix) ⭑ james/logan howlett (wolverine) ⭑ charles xavier (professor x) | before x-men: apocalypse ⭑ erik lehnsherr (magneto) ⭑ raven (mystique) (more but are js my main ones)

Even if my requests are closed, you can request for a second part and I might consider it. Otherwise, requests are closed. If you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me! <3

if you break these rules, request for things i clearly stated that i wasn't comfortable with writing, "just write this, it's not that hard," hate towards any drivers, then you can leave.

Please be patient when requesting. Remember, I only write for fun, so it's not like a job. Which means that I won't be able to write every minute of every day.

Please be specific when requesting. It'll help me get a better visual/thought of what you want me to write.

Please understand that I can't write every single request. i'll lyk if i can't write this request or if i don't feel comfy with writing it.

#౨ৎ﹔💌 ┄ scar's rules ! 🪽 #⪩⪨﹔💌 ┄ scar talks ! 🪽 #rules #hrts4scarr #lvrzzscarr

[danielfuckingricciardo]

Rise Like A Phoenix - Chapter Two

Pairing - Jenson Button x Reader + Charles Leclerc x Reader + Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Word Count - 1366

Content Warning - Swearing, violence

Synopsis - When a German agent goes missing investigating a diplomat’s disappearance, you are asked to take the case as your old adversary is revealed to be the one to blame. However, you soon find out that you will not be working alone, and will have to complete your mission with the help of agent Charles Leclerc.

Author’s Note - Okay, chapter two, enter Charles!! Oh yeah, it’s all coming together! Sorry for being so plot heavy, gotta set things up before we get to the spicy stuff, but stay tuned for tomorrow, you’re going to get your first proper hint of spiciness 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Chapter Two - Shoot When You Say Shoot

While you were an expert in the field, your technological skills left a lot to be desired. But luckily, you had a guy for that. George Russell, MI6’s newest recruit, was a genius. He had graduated Cambridge at the age of 12 and was able to track down and collapse a global human trafficking ring by 15 using only his laptop. He spent years working independently, exposing criminals and bandits of the dark web before finally giving in to the government’s wishes for him to join the payroll.

He was funny, kind, and a little socially awkward which made him perfect for the job. You called him Q, because after his first week he had produced an exploding pen for you to use in the field, knowing you shared his love of Bond movies and all the fancy gadgets that were used onscreen. The only difference being, was your exploding pen could destroy anything within a 20 metre range, and was technically a hand grenade. You had used it once, and then spent an hour on the phone to George that evening telling him how cool it was. From that moment, you had been firm friends, despite many of the field agents turning their noses up at him, solely because he doesn’t go out and get shot at to make his money.

“So, Q, tell me everything. Associates, last known whereabouts, vehicles and number plates, anything and everything.” You say, taking a seat on the chair opposite George’s desk.

Jenson and Sebastian linger by the doorway, every so often taking glances out of the glass walls as George explains everything, showing you CCTV footage on the large TV screen behind him.

“Are you two waiting for someone? You keep looking outside and checking your watches.” You say, turning in your seat to face the two older men.

“Well, yes.” Jenson says, “George, if you will.”

“Field agent Mick Schumacher’s last recorded location, before the tracker was deactivated, cut out or whatever else, was Monte Carlo Casino… in Monaco. And the footage he recorded moments before his disappearance confirms this, and also clearly shows Edmund Fortescue in the background thanks to his rather distinctive tattoo. Honestly, if you’re going to be a career criminal, you don’t get yourself a very unpopular tattoo in a very obvious place, surely that’s covered in ‘how to be a career criminal 101’. Anyway, because Schumacher, a German agent, went missing in Monaco, and the suspect behind his disappearance is a British national, our governments agreed that we would all work together.” George says, clasping his hands together before him out of nervousness.

“So? That doesn’t answer my question, who are we waiting for?” You say, your eyes flicking from George, to Sebastian and to Jenson to try and retrieve a straight answer.

“The BND have said that they don’t want to send out any more agents into the field on this case. After discovering that the man behind the kidnapping is in fact Fortescue, they felt that British Intelligence would be better suited to handling this case knowing our history with him. They are simply here to advise and provide support in any way that they can, that’s why Sebastian is going to be staying here with me.” Jenson says.

“Yet again, avoiding my question. What the fuck is going on, will someone please give me a straight answer?” You say, your voice slightly raised in frustration.

“The Monegasque authorities, however, want to get involved. They feel that, since the crimes have happened on Monegasque soil, they should work fully alongside MI6 to find Fortescue. It has been assumed that Fortescue has been residing in their capital since his disappearance. I’m sure it comes as no surprise to you that the playground of the rich and famous is home to some shady characters willing to protect a man like Fortescue, and the Monegasque authorities would like to deal with whoever it is.” Jenson says.

“So, what? The leader of the Monegasque General Intelligence Division is on his way to assist you too?” You question, and the three men exchange a worried look.

“Not exactly, (y/n), I spoke with Prince Albert myself and he insists on sending one of their agents to work the case alongside you, as partners.” Jenson says, covering his eyes with his hands to avoid your steely gaze.

“No. No, no, no. I don’t work well with other people, you know that! Especially when it comes to Fortescue, this is my job. I work alone. Other people, they get in the way, they’re slow and stupid.” You despair, throwing your head in your hands.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but it was the only way we could get them to agree to let your license to kill remain valid on Monegasque soil. You know as well as I that Fortescue is slippery. You arrest him, he escapes, and this will never be over. You work with their agent, and you can shoot Fortescue and end it forever. Besides, it’ll be hard for you to pursue him when he knows you, you’ll need someone to get close to Fortescue so we can get inside and find the agent.” Jenson says, taking a step over to you and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You shrug him away and uncover your eyes for a moment to shoot him a murderous glance.

“I’ve, uh, done my research into this chap you’re to work with, and he’s one of the best. His case files are quite impressive actually, I’m sure he’ll be able to keep up with you.” George interjects, and you give him a small smile.

“Well, he’d better be good, If he fucks anything up don’t think for one second that I’ll let him get away with it. I want him to know that even the slightest error might mean my gun will misfire and he’ll have to pay a visit to the doctor for a suspected gunshot wound to the shoulder.” You say, unaware of the door that silently opens and closes behind you, and of the man who had stepped through it.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” The man says, his accent revealing him as the Monegasque agent you are to be partnered with.

“(Y/n) (y/l/n)” You say, standing from your chair to extend a hand to your new partner. You may be angry at the thought of having to babysit some rich boy agent through one of the toughest cases of your career, but you would never be seen to be impolite.

“Charles Leclerc. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’ve heard a lot about you. And I’ll make sure to stay alert of any misfires should they happen” He says, taking your hand and shaking it, and awkward chuckle escaping his lips.

“If you think I’m joking, just to be clear I’m definitely not. I don’t work well with others in the field. Other people tend to slow me down, make bad decisions and do stupid things. When it comes to Edmund Fortescue, I don’t want any of that. I’m the Fortescue expert, whatever I say, goes. All you need to do is follow me around, do as I say, keep your gun loaded, and shoot when I say shoot, you got that pretty boy?” You say, quirking your eyebrow at Charles.

“Shoot when you say shoot. Gotcha. I’ll just watch your back, do your bidding, and look pretty while doing it.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he glances at Jenson and Sebastian - a plea for help.

“(Y/n) you should come to my office, we have a few things to discuss before you leave for Monte Carlo. You’ll have plenty of time to become acquainted with your new partner on the flight over in a few hours.” Jenson says, and you nod, following Jenson out of George’s glass office and away from your new partner.

Next Chapter

#rise like a phoenix f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you

[rene-spade]

I’m thinking Jenson with a daughter who is his twin 🙄🤚 And like he is always bragging about it. Her mom was for sure pissed she carried her for 9 months only for her to look just like her daddy

THISSS ! I’m maybe considering some man-eater but also bimbo vibes. Don’t ask me how I’m gonna make it work.

Jenson def loves his baby girl! Gives her everything she wants immediately no hesitation. He’s maybe a little more easy going than kimi bc his daughter is such a charmer and he just wants her to be happy !!

ren

#growing up button #rene.asks #dark! f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 grid x reader #f1 oc #f1 reverse harem #dad! jenson button #button! reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #max verstappen x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #obsessive f1

[amoristt]

Beauty After All | Audrey x Reader

Anonymous Asked: I noticed that you don't have any Scream on your page! I'm such a huge fan of Audrey Jenson, so can you write about her please? Ca you write that her and s/o get into an argument, and Audrey for some reason suspects s/o is the killer or the accomplice and then the reader actually ends up getting injured? It doesn't have to end happy, lol. It's a little poetic

of course !!!! i love the scream series so much and audrey’s actually my fave character in it owo i love my girlfriend

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this !

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“Sorry, looks like I’m not home right now. That or I just really don’t care enough to answer. Leave a message or whatever and I’ll get back to you uh… Whenever I feel like it.”

Stomping your foot in irritation, you rolled your eyes.

“Audrey, come on. You tell me to meet you and you don’t even show? I thought you wanted to talk. Call me back when you get this.”

Punching the hang up button, you huffed and shoved your phone into your pocket. You sighed as you took in the surroundings you knew so well- the dank, stone walls, the cracked flooring, and the piles of debris laying in every corner. Audrey had always loved the factory residing just a few miles away from your house, and though you were always personally creeped out by it, she said it had some sort of weird romantic appeal. Though you weren’t so sure what could be romantic about decay and desolation, you didn’t question her tastes.

The factory had become one of your favorite hang outs, the two of you spending hours relaxing atop crates and getting into everything you possibly could. Graffiti littered the walls, pretty much every inch tagged with inside jokes and little phrases you told one another. You could tell the story behind every last color, every last line and letter.

Kicking over a can of beer you’d left there months before, you sighed again. She’d texted you meet her, saying that she wanted to talk, and she had the nerve to not even show.

However, angry as you were, you weren’t entirely shocked. Lately your relationship with her had become less than sweet. You couldn’t really blame her for her paranoia given everything she’d gone through, but hearing her accuse you of all people to be the accomplice, or even the killer, that was terrorizing her and her friends was something that was too hard for you to stomach. Naturally you were defensive and upset, so you called her out on the fact that she herself had been the accomplice at one point, and it was her to brought Piper there in the first place. You left soon after that.

Regret ate away at you with every growing day, so when Audrey texted you after the silence saying she wanted to talk to were entirely on board. But, you should have known she’d pull something like this. Sending you to such a special place was a low blow, but whatever she was trying to get at worked because now you felt even worse than before. You wished you could go back in time and fix this, to avoid it all in the first place.

As you waded in your own self pity, there was a soft sound in the distance. You looked up quickly, turning in a circle and frowning when you found that there had been no one there. Standing in the center of a large room, clear of all machinery other than a few work tables, all you could see were the big, hefty metal doors separating you from the long, dark hallways leading to other parts of the factory. A rational part of you said that it was just an animal, but that still didn’t stop the anxiety from settling deep into your gut. Cautiously, you took a step towards the sound.

“Audrey?” You called, hands tightening to fists. There was another sound, and you jumped, gasping. “Audrey if you’re trying to freak me out because you’re pissed, then stop. This isn’t funny.”

Suddenly a blaring alarm ripped through the silence, and you screamed. However, that alarm was just your phone, and with your heart already having fallen out of your ass you cursed to yourself as you pulled the item from your pocket and glared at the name flashing. Without hesitation, you pressed answer.

“Audrey! You scared the shit out of me, you ass.” You growled. “Where are you? Hiding in the darkness waiting for me to walk by?”

“Not quite, ___.” A voice responded, but it wasn’t Audrey. You froze, blood turning to ice. “Nice little place you got here,” The voice continued. “Cozy, really.”

You swallowed thickly, eyes frantically checking every entrance you could see. “Where’s Audrey.”

“She’s fine,” It hummed. “For now.”

“Let me talk to her, you son of a bitch.”

The voice laughed menacingly. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll both be talking very soon. Question is, will she get to you in time.”

“Get to me in time for what?” You asked, voice wavering.

“Guess we’ll find out,” It chuckled. “I’ll see you soon, ___.”

Just like that, the line went dead. All that remained was haunting silence. Your ears rang as you spun in circles, afraid that at any moment the killer would appear behind you. After staying still for just a moment, you took a step back and made the choice to make a break for it. You picked the nearest exit and made sure to check over your shoulder before taking off, feet thudding against the hard concrete flooring. If you could throw the big metal doors open quick enough, maybe you could escape before something, or someone, caught you. The loudness of your heart in your ears along with the harshness of your breath almost made you miss the faint sound of a voice calling your name, but when it did reach you, you stopped dead in your tracks.

It was so hard to hear over your blood pumping in your ears but you definitely heard it again- a female voice calling out your name at the other end of the room. Audrey.

Without a second thought you pivoted and sprinted towards the sound, and you threw the door open. Ready to throw your arms around Audrey’s shoulders, you were slapped into reality when it wasn’t her behind that door. A looming figure cloaked in black stood before you motionaless, it’s mask’s hollowed eyes staring right at you. In one hand was it’s signature knife, and in the other was a phone, Audrey’s phone, and with it’s thumb it was pressing some sort of button on the screen. Everytime it did so, an audio played of Audrey calling your name. You’d ran into a trap.

The killer tilted it’s head mockingly and threw the phone down, stomping on it mockingly as your knees went weak. When adrenaline finally kicked in, you pushed off your feet and took off back towards the door your were originally going to enter. The killer chased behind you.  It howled with laughter, it’s voice crazed and terrifying. It was faster than you, and in a split second, a hand grabbed tight onto your arm. You were spun, and you found yourself face to face with that mask yet again.

Try as you might to break away from it’s grasp, you couldn't free yourself. The grip only grew painfully tighter, and you cried out as you caught the shine of the sun glimmering off the blade the killer held. You punched, clawed, did everything you could, but it was futile.

Behind the killer, a figure emerged from the doorway you’d been chased out of.

You screamed Audrey’s name.

Everything seemed to suddenly move in slow motion.  

The sting was the first thing you felt. The blade sliced clean against the skin of your gut, cutting clean through the fabric of the shirt you were wearing. Ironically, it was a shirt Audrey had gotten you for christmas.

It wasn’t the pain that struck you the most. It was agonizing, but what hurt you the most was the piercing scream that sounded with Audrey witnessed the scene. Never had you heard her sound so terrified in your life.

The killer let your body drop to the floor with a thud before it took off god knows where. Audrey didn’t chase it, instead she dropped down harshly onto her knees and helped roll you onto your back. Red seeped from the wound, and you realized how truly fatale it was. You didn’t have to lift up your shirt to know it was deep. Dread weighted in your stomach and with shaking hands you pulled your phone out of your pocket, a distressed cry leaving your lips when you realized it was smashed from the fall.

Crimson poured from your wound, and already you were feeling the effects of blood loss.

“Don’t move,” Audrey demanded as she tore strips off the hem of her shirt. She tried to tend to the gash to stop the bleeding but you could feel that it wasn’t working. The look on her face told you she knew too.

Thinking back to everything that led up to that moment, you felt stupid for spending so much of your last time together fighting. You loved her with every last fiber of your being- you wished you could see her happy again, wished you could see her loving you again like she had before.

As your body grew heavy, you started to feel like none of this was real.

But, it was all there, in that moment. Her hands cradled your face but they were so rapid, moving from your cheeks to your shoulders, to the leaking wound nestled now numbly within your gut. You couldn’t feel a thing but you could hear, see it all. Every panicked breath and every broken string of words you could hear, and that fear in her eyes, you could see. If you could feel anything below your chest, surely you’d be writhing by now. Her hand pressed futility against your gash and within seconds became drenched in blood- your blood. It all pooled beneath you, but the only thing you could find yourself thinking about was how it was staining the shirt she’d given you. It would be ruined.

“Hey, hey,” Her voice brought you back from a slumber you didn’t realize you were slipping into. Heavily your eyelids fluttered, eyes focusing and unfocusing on her figure. “Don’t you dare pass out on me.” She sounded to be so mad, and if you had it in yourself to look at her without the fuzzy edges you knew you’d be met with that frown you’d come to know so well. Dazed but determined, you attempted to blink away the fog that separated you from her.

“I should have believed you,” She whimpered. “I should have been there to protect you.”

When you could see her clearly again, your heart ached at the tears she didn’t bother to wipe off her cheeks. You wished you had the strength to reach up and wipe those tears away, but you didn’t. Though she still tried to stop your bleeding, you knew that she knew. It was in her eyes- the loss.

You were going to die, and there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop it.

Miserably defeated, her head dropped, and her shoulders were wracked with chest heaving sobs. She sputtered and coughed and breathed your name, only looking up at you to whisper that she was sorry. You didn’t have the energy in yourself to tell her it was okay.

Silence crept over you quickly, and soon enough those weeping cries were dulled and gone. You couldn’t register the drowning sensation coming over you, just the sudden weightlessness. Audrey wasn’t in your line of sight any longer, the only thing in your vision being the worn down factory ceiling. Now, you could see the appeal she alway prattled on about.

Light from the long since broken windows seeped in and doused the walls, illuminating every crack and dent. Vines crept in through the sides, the partially transparent leaves golden with the late afternoon sun. You felt like you could just reach and out and pluck them, feel the softness against your fingers. 

You could hear Audrey's voice again, but only faintly. She sang and beckoned you, calling to to follow her. The ceiling was gone, replaced with a bright blue sky. You felt like you were floating, the sun encasing you in warmth. Distantly, you saw a figure, and you knew it was her.

Shrouded in light, Audrey appeared as an angel. When she reached for your hand you took it. She kissed you, hands soft against your cheeks.

The edges of your vision started to soften, the sun painting you faded. You were happy, anyways.

She said your name one last time, and then, there was nothing. 

#scream #scream the series #audrey jensen #audrey jensen x reader #imagine #scenario #fanfic #imaginefictionals

[rene-spade]

Why can I see jenson getting rlly rlly jealous if his precious daughter gets closer with another older driver like nando or Seb and sees them as a father figure. He’s got murder on his mind

emphasis on Seb bc Jenson actually really rocks with Nando as long as he is the uncle figure and not the father figure.

“Uncle Nando!” ok that’s fine, kind of cute.

“You know you can just call me papa, ángel.” not cute, jenson’s hands are twitching bc he’s getting the sudden youthful urge to fight.

But yeah he has hands for Seb, just like all the other crazy dad! drivers bc Seb is such an attention whore and he thinks he’s the main character. Bro tries to interject himself into every father-daughter relationship he can. Kimi is the only one that accepts him as an uncle figure, the rest keep him at a football field’s length.

#rene.asks #f1 crazy dads! #dark! f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #obsessive f1 #f1 grid x reader #dad! jenson button #f1 reverse harem