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Call me Lemon. That one person who writes that one kink in that (formula) one fandom. 18+.

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About Me

Formulabitte (tumblr)= zitronenfalter99 (AO3) = Lemon

They/She, 27, danke Seb! (Not actually German, sorry to disappoint)

I write F1 RPF primarily, I doodle F1 fanart , and I collect Sebastian Vettel posts.

I'm also part of a small Sebastian Vettel Discord Server

I like chatting, and I am open to discussing most F1 things, unless it's recurring rage bait/intentional hating/obvious bashing that feels unproductive and soul-sucking

Prompts for writing and art are currently in purgatory. (That means no, until further notice).

Ask me about what I'm working on, please. I promise I won't be annoyed.

I have my masterlist of fics, I try my best to keep that up-to-date

I am a Seb fan first and foremost, but I try to remain open and engaged with the other drivers to prevent myself from turning into an old grump (debatable if that's working)

If I'm on tumblr during a race, that means I'm bored, ngl

OKAY, so you've read this far! I write weight gain as a kink, no, I will not apologize. I acknowledge that it can be both liberating and distressing as a kink to have and to engage with, so I work hard to be thoughtful about it

BONUS PERSONAL LORE

+ I have a BSc in Biology with minors in Chemistry and Psychology, and I'm ~on medical leave~ from grad school rn. Happy times.

+ My uterus is my mortal enemy and it HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY REMOVED WOOOO

+ I have a photos folder called "Seb in Fireproofs" which is really just a bunch of pics featuring Seb's tits. I'm always looking for new entries.

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Speaking into the void- I'm pissed off, I'm triggered, I'm depressed. I'm scared that if I keep trying to talk about those things, even more people in my life will indicate that they don't know how to deal with me being honest and being myself, and I'll feel more alone.

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I’m not super confident about this decision, but I think I’m taking a break from making weight gain content for a little bit. I’ve had some physical and mental health setbacks that have led me to feeling like this is more of a routine of obligation and fulfilling a role than an enjoyed hobby. Additionally and unfortunately, food and weight talk has become… difficult. I’m sorry if this is a disappointment, but I also can’t really apologize for taking steps to try to help myself.

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Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

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<3

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Fem!George feeling herself (presumably for an Insta post)

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Gearing up for Belgium, have a fem!Lando

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wishing all my followers unexpected good news and something that restores their faith a little

[dogpuppy]

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inspired by this amazing simi fic 🥹

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@multi-twenty-onez

Ask and you shall receive, inspired by this post

Simi, M/M E, 1K, lingerie, 2013

Kimi won. He won in a Lotus. Again. 

Seb would normally be upset about losing from pole, especially to losing out to Fernando, but he’s only got eyes for Kimi in his black and gold, hoisting the trophy with a tiny-self satisfied smile. 

He knows he has to do something special. Kimi deserves something special after this. 

Britta doesn’t laugh at his shy, mortified request when he asks in a tiny voice, curled in on himself. 

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The hotel room has been empty for some time. Kimi knows how to party well, but Seb knows he’ll be in soon, he prefers to go out with Seb, even if they can’t be obvious. 

Seb runs his hands over straps tucked away under white, stretchy fabric. There’s a temptation to go to the bathroom and paw through his hair, see how obvious everything looks under his fireproofs and race suit. 

The door unlocks, and Seb sits up, thrusting out his chest slightly even though he wants to curl in on himself instead. 

Kimi immediately softens, then freezes at the sight of Seb. He’s not drunk if he’s this sharp, and Seb is relieved. 

“Hallo, liebling,” Seb says, soft and inviting. 

Kimi’s eyes are trained on Seb’s chest. 

“You. Seb,” Kimi says, and moves closer to Seb, hands flexing ever so slightly. 

“Congratulations,” Seb responds,  standing up and pressing close to Kimi’s body. They can feel the catch of lace between them with how close and sensitive they are. 

Kimi nods, and takes off his hat, scrubbing through blond hair before his hands settle over Seb’s chest. 

“So pretty, kulta,” he murmurs. 

“Prettier if you take off my fireproofs,” Seb purrs in Kimi’s ear, leaving kisses over his strong neck. 

Kimi’s body is wound tight as his blunt fingers hook under Seb’s top and pull it up over Seb’s head, Seb raising his arms obediently. Kimi’s breath gets a little heavier at the sight of delicate swirling black lace covering Seb’s little tits. 

Seb’s chest heaves slightly. He doesn’t mean to tremble, but Kimi’s hands are feather-light over flushing skin. 

“Please, bitte. You deserve a reward.” 

“I have a trophy, Had champagne. S’enough,” Kimi says, but his hands settle tightly on Seb’s waist before shoving hard at the race suit tied low around Seb’s hips. Seb hasn’t bothered with his fireproof bottoms so the lace around his waistline has been poking out on display. 

“You should have more. I wanted to do something nice.”

“This is nice.” 

Kimi plays with the waistband and snaps in lightly against Seb’s hip, earning a squeak. 

“Kimi, please. Please.” 

He nods and leans down for a long kiss and cups Seb’s cheeks with one hand, the other hand teasing Seb’s hard cock through wildly expensive lace that hugs him perfectly. 

Seb knows he’s going to make a mess of this multi-hundred dollar lingerie if he’s not careful. 

“On or off?” Kimi asks, always so considerate. 

Seb whines. 

“Bottoms off, leave the bra on.” 

Kimi’s eyes are dark and his smile is sharp and pleased. 

The underwear is flung aside and Kimi’s on his knees sucking bites into the smooth flesh of Seb’s inner thighs, hands digging in hard enough to leave the beginnings of bruises, just how Seb likes. He likes when Kimi marks him up, when he feels like he belongs to Kimi. 

Kimi teases over Seb’s cock and balls with an affectionate mouth but he shoves Seb back toward the bed and Seb falls back easily, spreading his legs for better access. Kimi disappears for a bit to get lube and fluffs the bedding around Seb, running a finger over Seb’s torso and watching Seb arch into the pressure. 

Seb sighs happily at the pressure and push of fingers in him. He might deserve this for a third place, but Kimi should have him any way he likes for winning. 

His tits rise and fall and he’s a bit taken by how pretty they look in the thin, dark, delicate fabric. He usually doesn’t like how soft his chest is getting, but Kimi loves it, and he’s starting to see the appeal of soft flesh in pretty lace. 

Kimi pulls his fingers out and drops a long kiss the skin below Seb’s belly button before adjusting to press in, pulling Seb’s legs up and around his waist. Seb hugs him close and wails softly at the pressure, at the roll of strong hips. 

It’s hard not to feel overwhelmed, he’s been waiting anxiously all evening, nervous about the lingerie even though there was virtually no way Kimi wasn’t going to like it, he’s staring at Seb’s chest as they fuck.

Eyes flick over Seb’s pink face. 

“Do not be embarrassed,” Kimi says matter-of-factly, and Seb snorts out a little laugh. 

“I can’t help it.”

“You’re beautiful.” 

Seb’s blush deepens and he looks away. That was the goal, but it’s still hard to hear, no matter how much he wants to be a sex kitten for Kimi. He wants that confidence of when he’s flirting to stick around, but he can’t help but be cracked open and raw for Kimi. 

He can’t help but be vulnerable for him. 

Seb grabs at Kimi and forces them to rock hard together, and they both groan. Seb doesn’t last long and neither does Kimi. They slump together, and Kimi leaves kisses over Seb’s sternum before pressing his face into the sweaty skin there. 

“Keep these,” Kimi mutters against Seb. 

“Of course,” Seb says and cards his fingers through Kimi’s hair, tracing over Kimi’s sharp jawline. 

They sit until their come starts cooling, before bundling into the shower for the second time that day for both of them. Seb pulls on KImi’s neck to hook him in for a long kiss and Kimi undoes the bra so they can press skin-to-skin. 

They hold each other for a few long beats before leaning back to look in each other’s eyes. 

“Race winner,” Seb says with a lilt to his voice, and he can feel Kimi’s body trying to get hard again. They’re racers, it only makes sense that they get off on being praised for winning. 

Seb’s been taken care of by Kimi so many times, it’s nice to be able to reciprocate. 

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Seb celebrating his 23rd birthday with the team 🔪 ↳ British Grand Prix - July 8, 2010

[cheekyvettel]

Sebastian Vettel turns 39 today, but let us never forget that he is the original Teenage Dirtbag.

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Thank you it’s been so long (like a month lol) 😭 idk what we would do without you, great work

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87521341

Thank youuuu I’m chugging away, like a hamster on a wheel or something, to crank out the best stuff I can while I’m having some down time!

I appreciate you reading, so, so much.

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Beach trip for the McLaren girls!

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Beach volleyball girl! Gabico…