#f1 dilf

[beiasluv]

i think a lot about being the manager of dilf alonso and how he's constantly making you take care of his child as an extension of taking care of him but really he just wants to see you and his child together🧑‍🦯

Girlieee I’m OBSESSED with your co-parenting series 🤭🤭🫶🫶 muawhh

“Portate bien con ella ¿vale?” Behave well with her, okay? Fernando ruffled the mini Spaniard, ordering him to behave while his father is going to do a session of sim.

“Sí Papá.”

“Don’t forget to ask her okay?” Then he kissed his son on the forehead and jogged away. “Te amo.” I love you

He really doesn’t mind leaving his only son with the most trustworthy person in his life. Especially when you treat him so well.

And don’t get him wrong, the job was hectic itself but you never complained about having little Alonso tagging along. Basically he’s glued to your sides. Two wide eyes blinking at whoever decided to intrude your personal space beside him.

Just give him a little time to warm up and you’ll find yourself a little menace like his father.

But, of course, he’s an angel for you.

“Yn?” Little Alonso tugged at your shirt.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay? Papá said you could stay over for the weekend,” he said as he deliberately licked the ice cream you brought him a few minutes ago.

“Honey.” You sighed softly. “I have an important thing– but– I’ll promise to be back.”

“Really? But…Papá– he would be really sad–”

“Papá is a strong man, really,” you brushed his curls back. “He’ll survive.”

“Plwease? Yn? I like your bedtime stories. Pleaseee?”

“…Fine.”

Can you say no to those puppies eyes you swore you’ve seen somewhere. Right. His father.

Just when you hugged the happy, little boy, you missed his little thumbs up to the older Alonso.

Sneaky Spaniards.

[beiasluv]

what kind of lover they are | f1 dilfs

— jenson button

Jenson is more of like a cheeky playboy playdilf, you should say. He couldn't give up that life easily, women loves him. His reputation precedes him, but that doesn't mean he's not devoted to you. When you walk into a room, he'll make sure to get you feel special — especially by showing you off.

— sebastian vettel

Sebastian screams husband material, no doubt. How does the ring of promise sits on his finger so perfectly, you don't know. It's just one of the rules of the universe. And he's proud to show it off, staring at his wife lovingly whenever you're doing anything, nothing, everything. Was he rambling again?

— mark webber

This gentleman screams old money, dad's friend kinda love and you're not even sorry. He loves to steal a little kiss here and there, and you love to pick a sweet little dress. It's pink, it's short, it's everything a man could ask for, no? Loves to take you on a spin on his Porsche, matching your dresses to the car each time.

— fernando alonso

He's young and beautiful, and lana would agree. This Spaniard is giving very much the cheeky and young teenage lover. You'll catch him in a gym, on his own, working on those biceps. And he wouldn't be sorry to invite a sweet looking damsel to his company.

[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.

[beiasluv]

Y/n started working for the team and sits at the usual table dilf( of you choice) sits for lunch??

a/n: how about we go Jenson 👹

“Seat’s taken, darling.”

He cleared his throat as you spotted the Brit with an annoying grin. Not that it made your stomach do that thing.

“Sorry– I didn’t know–”

He got your hand, his fingers wrapping around them from his pointer to the pinky. “Hey, hey, slow down love.”

The eyes searched your newly owned paddock pass. “Ah…Yn, I didn’t make it clear.”

“How about you sit on my lap? Since the table’s filled,” he joked – perhaps too seriously, seeing your shocked face he broke out into an even surprisingly bigger grin.

“Darling! I’m just kidding– oh, you should see the look on your face. Though you’re more than welcomed to. Come on.”

You sat down again…in a dumbfounded manner. Not that you have imagined to be talking to the 2009 champion, the one you saw on the telly back at home.

“Jenson. Jenson Button,” he offered his hand.

[beiasluv]

Hey, it's the same "Y/n started working for the team and sits at the usual table a dilf( any of you choice) sits for lunch??" anon (loved it btw 💕)

I'm really bored today, and I keep coming with some silly ideas. Maybe you will like or get inspired by any of them 🩷:

1) dilf keeps messing with y/n's name/nickname no matter how many times y/n spells it/gets annoyed.

2) y/n runs a flower shop, and the dilf is at the shop when he sees his ex and hides behind the desk.

3) y/n gets invited by a friend to the gp and is like "you're hot" without realizing who the dilf is.

Anonnn I love you 🫶🫶 your mind is *chef kiss*

“Hi, can I help you?” you smiled, wiping the dirt away from the counter. It’s organic.

“Hi…eh…what is the longest one to make?”

“Sorry?”

“I will take whatever is the hardest to make,” he cleared his throat, taking out his wallet – black Amex card.

“I– sure– your name?” wiping your hands on your apron and finding the pen…must be somewhere.

“Fernando.”

“Right. It should be ready in–”

Without a warning he took a bolt behind your desk, taking its shield like a traumatized soldier.

“Sir–”

“Shushh–”

Just when the door bell rang after. “Hi sweetie, have you seen a man…he’s kinda Spanish…sharp jawline…” she took off her Dior glasses, swishing it around like the eleventh finger.

You bended down the counter, one arm propped up as if you were trying to look for something…ah, yes, the pen. Fernando making desperate signs with his hands, saying a hard ‘no.’

“Um…no, I’ll try to keep an eye for him,” you straightened yourself up and forced out a polite smile. And a soft kick to Fernando on the floor.

‘Ompf’

“What was that sweetie?”

“Nothing.” You lied. “Just some boxes, you know…I’ll tell the others to lookout for him.”

“Great, here’s my number,” she slid her business card — scraping it against the remainders of dirt. “I’ll see you honey.”

“If I were you I’ll check the lingerie store down the block.”

“Gracie sweetheart,” she smiled before whisking her long blonde extensions out the shop.

“She’s gone?”

"Care to explain then?" you scoffed, helping him up from the ground — his navy suit covered in small bits of dirt.

"Yeah, Lot of explanation huh?" he smirked, caressing his bearded chin. "When is your shift over?"

Well, your wristwatch screamed that it was half an hour until closing... "15 minutes, you'd still like the bouquet? I can get it done for you today—"

"How about we go to the bar?"

"The one opposite to the lingerie store."

"Let's go to the other one, eh?"

[beiasluv]

Sir????

[beiasluv]

did a little digging...

working on your requests pookies

[beiasluv]

guys…how does mark webber (babysitter, dad’s friend + ?smut?) sound?

mark webba

duhh

eww nooo 😩

Voting ended onMay 22, 2024