#mv1 x ln4 x op81

[moonlight-records]

the storm | landoscarttpen

pairing: max verstappen x lando norris x oscar piastri

summary: max likes lando. oscar also likes lando. max and oscar hate the idea of sharing their favorite brit and therefore, each other. meanwhile lando is down bad for both and can't make a decision so there should be no problem with carlos trying to cash in a date with the brit years later...right?

warning: jealously, sorta fluff? just a lot of jealously

WC: 2.6K

a/n: this one is for @norrisleclercf1 who mentioned needing a max x lando x oscar!

before the storm | the storm | after the storm

If you had told Oscar when he first joined F1 as a rookie that he would fall for his teammate, Oscar probably would’ve laughed in your face. He was a rookie for christ sake, the last thing on his mind would be crushes let alone a relationship. He’d probably be confident enough to make a bet that it wouldn’t happen. Though his own heart would betray him and he would fall to Lando’s charm pretty quickly into the 2023 season. Luckily back then, it was concealed by how painfully shy Oscar was as he adjusted to F1. 

Though after the summer break, Oscar started to come out of his shell more and more. Slowly but surely, the Brit managed to chip away at his walls to see who Oscar truly was. Each day the quiet, polite, awkwardly shy Aussie dissolved into the polite but unapologetic sassy Aussie that Prema had grown to know and love in F2. Not that it really upset Oscar it was only a matter of time but what did worry the Aussie was the more Lando chipped away the harder it would be for Oscar to keep his feelings at bay and have to admit he did have a crush on Lando. Oscar swore it must be a rookie curse. Lando and Carlos. Max and Daniel. Charles and Sebastian (did that one count? Oscar counted it anyway). Yet they all ended up being great friends, so surely these feelings would pass…right?

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Max didn’t do crushes. He didn’t do relationships. Hell, for the longest time he didn’t even do friendships. His father had drilled into him basically that racing came first and foremost. He couldn’t afford any form of relationship as it would become a distraction. Deep down, he knew that’s part of the reason he hated Charles growing up. The Monegasque was kind. Charming. Friendly. A major distraction that Max would stay clear of for his career (and mainly appease his father). Of course now, Max really could not give a flying fuck what his father wanted, even if it was for the “best”. He proved himself on the track at 17. He had become Red Bull’s new ‘golden boy’. He earned himself the name ‘Mad Max’. He had solidified himself as a 3rd time WDC. He could start living his life as he wanted.

Though there is one friend he had growing up. A friendship Max surprisingly kept under the radar of his father under a disguise. His friendship with Lando. 

Unlike Charles, who he considers a good friend now, Lando has been one of his closest friends. Sure, it started the same. The friendly and bubbly Brit tried to befriend him during their karting days and Max soured it into a rivalry yet unlike Charles who accepted it and became his number one rival, Lando would not expect a role as rival…or maybe just second place. The Brit was persistent in their karting days. Still bubbly and friendly after an intense race. Still always saying hello and goodbye to Max. Still just there. It freaked Max out a it growing up. Most people would’ve backed off or stood down after Max snapped at them or ignored them but not Lando.

Lando wasn’t like most people.

It’s one of the things that drew Max closer to the Brit. He found himself actually attempting small talk with Lando after. Found himself looking for the Brit when he got to the track to greet the other. Flagging the Brit down after races and starting the now infamous ‘Maxsplaining’ and the Brit listened. Not once did the Brit shy away or try to run. He would stand there or walk with Max as Max rambled on, smiling and listening and even putting his own input into it. 

When his father asked? Max simply said he’s getting to know his enemy better. “Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer…right?” he had asked his father. It was the one time he saw his father offer a genuine smile even if it was for the wrong reasons but his father agreed Max was right and clever for that. Looking back, Max laughs. His father was convinced that Max kept Lando around to learn more about the Brit to destroy him and stay #1 but that was never and would never be Max’s intention but if that’s what it took to keep this one friendship close to his chest, Max would take it. 

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If there was one thing that Max and Oscar could agree on, it was the fact they did not like each other very much. It was funny, considering that both of them were deemed the ‘polite cats’ of the grid by the fans., the fact they both just speak their mind when they can, and even prefer to stay indoors / do their own thing so it was pretty shocking at the fact they didn’t really like each other.

It’s not because they had a major fight as they rarely hung out off the track. It wasn’t because they didn’t really know the other well (which Oscar will be using to his advantage on the track). I wasn’t over some stupid fight or anything the media had no idea about. It came down to one very simple thing: jealousy.

Oscar’s jealous at how close Lando and Max are. How they were childhood friends and ever since F1 they’ve only gotten closer. How Max, who would prefer to be at home on the sim with his cats threw together a party for Lando after his maiden win in Miami before Oscar could. How Lando would constantly talk about what he and Max were going to do. How after Austria, Oscar tried to cheer Lando up but he was so upset and worried about his friendship with Max was ruined (even though Oscar reassured Lando that it was just a track incident and that he should not stress) and how Lando was over the moon when Max and him hashed it out (which Oscar was happy about, since Lando was happy). It just irked Oscar to no end that he would never be able to compete with Max for Lando’s attention and have the same effect on Lando like Max does.

Though, one of them was Lando’s teammate. One of them got to share connecting hotel rooms with Lando. One got to travel with Lando often and explore. One got to do challenges. One got to sit in boring meetings with him and well. It wasn’t Max.

Max cannot stand how the Aussie showed up and weaseled his way into Lando’s life and, in his mind, heart. Max bitterly watched the Brit and Aussie from afar. The way Lando basically took Oscar into his arms to show him the strings. How the two were doing all these challenges and they could not keep a straight face for the life of them. How they were just so giggly and touchy. The way that whenever he was with the Brit, somehow he always mentions the Aussie. Oh and do NOT get Max started about Austria. He knew that both he and Lando were running on adrenaline and high emotions. He knew Lando was upset–he didn’t need to watch the interview since the younger driver wa right fucking next to him when they spoke about it post-race. Max knew they both needed time and they’d talk it out but Max needed longer after watching McLaren’s fan zone. He knew Lando was upset. He knew that Lando would rather be back in his room sulking and yet there he was. On stage with Oscar as Oscar took his shoe off to do a shoey before offering it to Lando with that stupid smile and he took it.

He took the shoe.

Lando did the shoey before launching Oscar’s shoe into the crowd. It did get to Max snicker, don’t get him wrong, but it was short lived when Lando turned back to his teammate and Oscar just cackled. Bending over slightly as he laughed and got Lando to laugh as well. Deep down, Max was happy that Lando wasn’t shutting in on himself and lost in his own mind, but anger flared through Max because that should be him doing a shoey (and he fucking hated them) with Lando and getting him to laugh. It should be him that spent almost 10 months traveling the world with the other (even if they flew together from time to time and Max was forcing Lando to to get on his jet after missing his flight since he didn’t think he would win Miami). Lando should be his teammate. Not Oscar’s. 

Not that it really mattered. Max has been around since their karting days, Oscar has only been in Lando’s life for a year. If push came to shove and one of them had to go. It would not be Max.

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Having a crush as an F1 driver was hard enough. You couldn’t come outright and say that you had a crush on someone for many reasons. For starters, the grid was basically it’s own form of Love Island behind the scenes and if you told the wrong person then word spread faster than Lewis leak to move to Ferrari in 2025. Then, the media joined the mix. They ate that shit up and any chance of the sliver of privacy you had? Gone. Every single move you did would be watched. Anybody you hung out with could be suspected as a crush. Nobody was safe. The fans? Ruthless. They would speculate everything. Facial movements, clothes, locations. They would work faster than the FBI and you were never sure if you should be impressive or terrified. Why can’t a guy have a crush on his two closest friends in peace?

Oh yeah. Lando Norris had to go big or go home. One crush? Could NOT be him. Of course his crushes just happen to be none other than Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri. Best friend and current teammate.

Sure, the fans still rooted for Carlos and Lando. Lando did himself for a time after Carlos switched to Ferrari but the feelings died down. Then seeing Carlos with Teto more and more, Lando decided it was not worth the mental gymnastics anymore. Besides, he thinks that he and Calos work much better as best friends who make everyone question if they’re dating because are you really best friends with someone if you haven’t been mistaken as a couple? 

Which is how Lando found himself plopping down on Carlos' hotel bed with a groan before grabbing the closest pillow and throwing it over his face before screaming into it. The Spaniard was sitting at the table, finishing something up on his laptop before bringing his gaze up to eye his younger friend. 

“Everything alright, amigo?”

“No.” Lando slams the pillow onto the bed as he stares at the ceiling, “everything is not okay. Why do you think I’m hiding out here?”

“Because you have missed hanging out with me?” Carlos offers.

Lando scoffs slightly before turning his head to look at the Spaniard, “well duh,” he rolls his eyes, “but that was an unspoken thing.”

Carlos laughs softly which pulls a laugh out of Lando, “what’s going through your mind, amigo?”

Groaning slightly, Lando covers his face once again with the pillow before it’s yoinked off his face gently. A shadow covers the other’s face as Lando looks up at Carlos, “it’s just,” he sighs and lets himself deflate into the mattress, “being the middleman for Max and Oscar is getting really tiring and really frustrating.”

“Wait,” Carlos brows pull together, “Max and Oscar do not get along? Really? I thought they were at least–” he pauses for a moment, “friendly with each other. Hell, Oscar and I are friendly with each other and it seems we’re being forced to be enemies! Are you sure? Why?”

“Yes Carlos, I am sure,” Lando huffs as he sits up on his elbows, “I don’t know why. I cannot get an answer out of either of them but if I’m not there to play middleman, they will not talk to each other. If they do,” shivering, “it’s not pretty but they keep that typically private.”

“Oh…well, do you think it’s because of you?”

“Of me?” Lando repeats, “why would it be because of me?”

“Well, Max has been a longtime friend, no? And well, Oscar has become a close friend from being a teammate,” Carlos clears his throat to curb the venom in his voice at the statement, “maybe they aren’t exactly happy with sharing,” Carlos smirks slightly as he leans in slightly.

Lando’s breath hitches slightly. If this was Lando about two years ago, he’d be over the moon with how close he and Carlos are right now. If he was Lando from two years ago, he’d probably jump at this opportunity and close the distance but Lando was not that guy anymore. Carlos was doing whatever he was doing with Teto and Lando wasn’t going to deal with that and somehow by some luck he managed to curb those emotions but it was hard not to be tempted with the ‘what if’ starting with in front of him. Lando started to let his gaze dip to his lips before his eyes snapped to the door with a knock, yet the two are still there.

Finally after an eternity (it was a millisecond), Lando pulls himself up and back sliding out from under Carlos and rolling off the bed before going to the door. Opening it, there stood the man himself Teto.

“Ca–oh!” Teto says surprised, “Lando! I was not expecting you here. Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no, I was kinda hiding out. Am I interrupting something? Carlos didn’t mention you’d be popping by tonight.”

“He didn’t?” Lando catches Teto’s gaze move to Carlos harden, “shocker.” When the gaze is back on Lando, it softens as he smiles. “Well, Carlos promised to come with me to get my first tattoo–”

“You’re getting a tattoo?!” Lando asks, “Does the shop also have a piercer? I’ve always wanted to get a tongue piercing.”

“You do?” Carlos asks in the background but he’s ignored. 

Teto thinks, “I believe so. Do you want to come with me? You’d probably be a much better support system than that one,” Teto gestures to Lando and grins, offering an arm when Lando agrees while Carlos is trying to hurriedly put his shoes on, “let’s go then!”

“Hey! Wait for me! Do not leave you two!!”

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There was a knock on Max’s hotel door. Max barely looked up from his computer as he was trying to get his sim to work. There was a knock on the door again, a bit harsher and Max glared back in the direction but ignored it. After the third knock, even harsher, Max grunts as he rips his headset off and stalks over to the door. Flinging it open, he glares, “What?” He demands. 

Oscar stands there while looking at the Dutchman. He’s not happy to be standing in front of Max’s door but he had nobody else to go to. He felt his jaw lock before he unclenched his jaw. “Well?” Max spat out, “What do you want, Oscar?”

“Did you know Lando and Carlos went to a tattoo parlor together and Lando pierced his tongue and Carlos took him out for ice cream?” Oscar asks finally as he turns his phone to show Max the photo Carlos had posted on his story. 

Carlos had his arm wrapped around Lando’s shoulder, tucking the Brit into his side. Lando was giving a cheeky wink with his ice cream while Carlos was making some silly face but his cheek was too close to Lando’s for comfort. If one of them turned, they’d kiss the other’s cheek. 

Oscar studies Max, seeing how the Dutchman’s eyes narrow in on the photo, the anger shifting from Oscar to the photo.

“What. The. Fuck?”

[rex-rambles]

➤ OOPS? (F1 TEXTS)

summary: the f1 grid call you by the wrong name

pairing: max verstappen, oscar piastri, lando norris, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo and carlos sainz

warnings: mentions of infidelity (all jokes), slightly suggestive in lando/daniel's

➤ MASTERLIST

a/n: would yall want me to add more drivers to these?? like lewis/george? let me know :)

[sunflowerlando]

F1 Driver Texts

You thirst after them

(All started with that Carlos pic 🥵 Suggestive themes ahead 🚂) F1 Masterlist

It’s my birthday, so I’m giving you all a gift! 🎁🎉

Lewis Hamilton • George Russell • Oscar Piastri • Lando Norris • Charles Leclerc • Carlos Sainz • Max Verstappen • Daniel Ricciardo

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR F1 DRIVER TEXTS. Send me an ask 😊

[livwritessometimes]

Not Saying 'I Love You' Back (Part 1)

: Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton

: Part 2

: Main Masterlist

: Author’s Note - I’m thinking of making more pieces like this, what do you guys think? Also lmk if you want a part 2 with other drivers (Alex, George, Pierre, Daniel, Franco…and anyone else)

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Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Lewis Hamilton

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Tags: @wobblymug | @evasmlp | @ln8118 |

[theonottsbxtch]

i went to f1 75 last night so here are some semi aesthetic photos for my f1 smau writers

[dannyriccsystem]

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER TEXTS

Summary: Your child texts their father from your phone!

Warnings: Platonic usage of daddy/dada/dad, as well as mommy/mama/mom and so on! That should be all

Featuring: MV1, DR3, LN4, CL16, LH44, CS55, OP81.

Requests open!! ☆ Check pinned for more info :)

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

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DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

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LANDO NORRIS - LN4

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CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

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LEWIS HAMILTON - LH44

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CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

[bear-yawns]

　𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗢𝗡.　formula one · #f1

　　　whether the f1 grid prefers being the big spoon or little spoon when cuddling.

genres : fluff ... established relationships ... f1 grid x reader (max verstappen, yuki tsunoda, lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, ollie bearman, kimi antonelli, isack hadjar, carlos sainz, alex albon, zhou guanyu, franco colapinto included).　word count : 1k.　warnings : not proofread.　 note : ugh i think my brain melted by the end of this it was SO hard to think of how to write these without it being super repetitive and low-key i think it still is repetitive but know i tried my best </3　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

𝗠𝗔𝗫 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡

a big spoon all the time, his arms are like your safe haven. whether in bed, on the couch, or a simple hug in the kitchen, his arms are around yours like it’s the most natural position ever. if you were really truly insistent about being the big spoon, he will attempt being the small one, but he’s not a big fan of it. you need to be in his arms, there’s simply nothing else that will satisfy his itch for physical contact quite like it.

𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗦

he usually starts out as the big spoon, but he always ends up as the little spoon after a few minutes. there’s something so comforting about being nestled in your arms, forehead and curls nuzzling against your shoulder. is always just extremely soft in your arms, but will end up denying that he likes being a little spoon. insists he’d rather have you in his arms than the other way around even when he naturally moves to the smaller position first. 

𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗝𝗔𝗥

if you asked him, he would say he’s a big spoon without skipping a beat. but in actuality he always becomes the little spoon with you, even if he doesn’t realize it. he’ll get distracted by your hand gently scratching a spot on the nape of his neck or your arms hugging him tightly. he doesn’t even really register that you’re the one spooning him after he was so adamant he was nothing but a big spoon.

𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗜 𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜

he likes being a big spoon, but it entirely depends on the situation, and how eager you are to have your hands in his curls. he will happily let you rest your arms around his waist during late night cuddle sessions, but during the day, he’s definitely going to be the big spoon. maybe a little bit of boyfriend protectiveness comes into play as well, but your waist is like a magnet for his hands. he’s always holding you like that, and will rest his chin on your shoulder too!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗖

charles is usually the big spoon, because it feels more natural to him. he’d definitely the type to rest his chin on your shoulder as he’s hugging you or trace little circles on your hip. whatever position you’re cuddling in, he needs to have you as close as possible to him. he loves the smell of your perfume and shampoo and it keeps him cuddled as close as possible, face buried in the joint of your neck and shoulder.

𝗬𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗗𝗔

now yuki hates thinking of himself as the little spoon. he already gets people pointing out how small he is all the time, and admitting that he likes being cuddled up in your arms instead of taking the more “manly” position feels wrong. but he can’t deny it when he’s with you. he loves having his head rested on your chest or shoulder, legs intertwined too if possible. and maybe you also hug your arms around his waist before you go to sleep, but does it really count as a little spoon? (yes, yes it does).

𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗫 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗢𝗡

alex is tall, making being the big spoon just make more sense. anytime he’s trying to be the little spoon, it just ends up a little awkward and only half spooning. so he’s glad that you’re both content to have him fulfil the role most nights. you fit so perfectly in his arms too! he almost doesn’t want to let you go in the morning when he wakes up with you still snuggled closely to his chest <3

𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗨

guanyu is good for whatever you want. he doesn’t mind either way! it’s comfortable to be the big spoon or little spoon depending on the situation. usually when you’re falling asleep he will be the big spoon, but regular cuddling could go either way. you like to hug his waist and rest your head against his back, which ends up in him being the little spoon a lot of the time. 

𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢

you can barely count it as spooning, since franco’s favourite way to cuddle is him entirely on top of you, or you entirely on top of him. he likes the weight of your body, and tracing little patterns on the back of your shirt while you cuddle. on the flip side, he appreciates resting his cheek on your chest or having your arms around his waist. he thinks the concept of spooning is a little redundant though. as long as you’re both cuddling, that’s all that matters. he never gives it much thought when he’s pulling you into his arms.

𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗢𝗦 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗭

big spoon. just not a chance he’s ending up the little spoon on purpose. maybe a couple of times he’s woken up as the little spoon after tossing and turning in the night, but he’s 100% gonna fall asleep being the big spoon for you :( and he loves holding you in his arms too! his hands are meant to be around your waist and his shoulders perfectly blanket your figure— truly he has to be the big spoon. there’s just no other way when you fit so perfectly in his arms. 

𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥 𝗣𝗜𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜

big spoon usually, but he doesn’t have much of a preference. he’ll just go along with whatever you want, whether that’s to be in his arms or have him in your arms, he never questions it. he does like it when your hair is close enough to his face that he can smell your shampoo, though. he thinks it smells amazing and it definitely has him pulling you closer and hugging you tighter. 

𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗡

big spoon no questions. he’s got long limbs and their purpose is to wrap around your body. he honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re trying to be the big spoon. you’ve definitely tried before and both come to the conclusion that you being the little spoon is much better. he just feels a lot more comfortable holding you. plus he likes to kiss your forehead and nose and the position gives him easy access!

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[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙love is never logical | 2023 grid˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pt3

pairing: 2023 f1 grid x nepo baby y/n prost reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, friends to lovers

warnings: spoiled nepo baby:)) 3rd & final part!! fluffy af probably

summary: in which everyone's favourite nepo baby finally feels ready to share her love story with the world ❤️

a/n: last part tehehe this was so fun to write LOL it feels so silly & ridiculous fr but hope u like it i tried to make it not super obvious who her man is but idk if it worked

request!!!: I would love a smau with reader who’s a nepo baby but is everyone’s fave nepo because she’s just living life aesthetically and the grid loves her and she’s hinting at a soft launch (idrc with which driver)

fc: gracie burns

my masterlist

part 1 • part 2 • part 3

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ynprostupdates an image of daniel ricciardo holding a mystery woman in an embrace from last night has been circulating, rumours saying it was y/n prost. could daniel be the mystery man that y/n has been soft launching on her social medias the past few months?

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[adventuringblind]

Entitled To You (3.6K words)

Norstaptri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: An incident with Lance sends the boys into a frenzy. She just wants to do what she loves.

Warnings: Explicit depictions of r@pe, injury descriptions, panic attacks, Oscar plots a murder, Lando throws hands, Car crashes, Author doesn't know legal stuff, Head trauma and blood.

Notes: This one is a request from @Lily234566 I know this wasn't the original pairing but I was struggling to fit the Ferrari boys in there so I had to scale it back... I'm sorry and I hope you still like it! T_T

Side Note: Sorry to the Lance girlies reading this. AND obligatory message of I don't know these people and this is purely FICTION! HEAD THE TAGS! DONT LIKE THEN DONT READ!

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“Max!” She peeks her head into his driver's room. The bright beaming smile she receives in return after their 1-2 nearly kills her. “They want me for a media thing, apparently.” HIs smile drops into a pout. The sad puppy eyes might convince her to stay. 

“Again? Don’t they know we have plans!

“No, and why would they care anyway?” She looks him up and down and whines because he’s standing in front of her with no shirt on. “Just - I’ll meet you guys back at the room. It’s something to do with being a female in F1… again.”

“I’m starting to think they have nothing else to talk about.” 

She shrugs as she walks out of the hospitality, waving to Christian on her way by. The goal is to get past the Mclaren garage without seeing Lando because otherwise she is not going to the interview. His pout is worse (better?) than Max’s. 

To her pleasant surprise, Laura is the one conducting the interview. “I’m sorry about this being last minute! They said they wanted you to do it with someone else next week and I offered to do it now.” 

The interview passes with ease and thankfully doesn’t take long at all. The banter in-between is also entertaining. 

She’s exhausted when they finish. Ready to go back to the hotel and fall into bed with her boys. Hopefully They’ve ordered food - and dessert. 

The paddock is nearly empty as she makes her way through. Maybe, had she been paying more attention and not focussed on her aching body, she would’ve caught on to the footsteps behind her. 

They are heavy, she assumes possibly a mechanic still packing up to continue on their way to the next circuit. That’s what she still thinks when the hand on her bicep yanks her around the corner. 

If she weren’t as exhausted, then fighting would’ve been a possibility. However, that seems out of the cards as he pins her against the nearest wall. Her forehead hitting the surface hard enough to make her dizzy. 

“Not so confident now, huh?” 

The fuck- “Lance? What are you?-” He slams her head again and cages her body against his own. She flails, only to be slammed again. “Would you stop doing that please?” 

“Not after that stupid stunt you pulled today on track.”

“You mean the one where you showed you don’t know what brakes are?-” Again, her head is sent into the hard surface. She can feel her nose starting to bleed. “Must you?!” She decided to shut up when he does it again and everything starts to go fuzzy. 

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her fireproofs. The cold evening air hits her bare skin and she panics more than before. Her head is too cloudy to fully comprehend what’s happening. 

“I feel like I'm entitled to a bit of compensation after that stunt.” 

“You’re entitled to nothing. You took yourself out!” She hisses through gritted teeth. Still, Lance continues to get her clothes lower. And slams her head again harder - you know - because she wasn’t disoriented enough already.

“Would you shut up?” She doesn’t say anything this time. Her mouth feels numb and her ears are ringing. Her exposed lower half is met with the bare hands of someone she doesn't want touching her. 

It's - well - it hurts. He's groping at her thighs, ass, even her tits which she isn't sure how he's managing. His hands are everywhere they shouldn't be. 

And then nothing. 

A vague awareness of what's happening seeps through her veins and invades her senses. She tries to scream. Attempts despite the sheer pain of the snap of hips she didn't ask for. 

His finger beat her to it. A hand encloses around her throat and cuts off her oxygen. The black spots dance around her vision. She wants them to stop moving; they are making her dizzy. Or was she already dizzy? 

“See, it's not so bad. Don't you feel less guilty for ruining my race now?” No, she doesn't. She wasn't guilty before. 

She blacks out. 

~~~♡~~~

Waking up with sore limbs and a killer headache is not how she pictured this night going. She tries to yell for help, but a mere creaky rasp escapes. 

When did she lose her voice? The thought makes her panic more. The sob she lets out hurts more than there is sound. 

Her face and hair is sticky. At least Lance had done her the courtesy of not finishing inside of her. 

Still - what the fuck even happened? The fragmented memory is trying to come back to her slowly. Each small piece remembered is another broken cry. 

She can't move. 

It's dark again. 

~~~♡~~~

The anxiety between the three boys is certainly not something they are used to. Oscar can pinpoint the exact moment Lando started overthinking and Max had to bear hug him so he didn't pace a hole into the cement of the parking lot. 

The fourth seat in their car remains empty and their messages have gone unanswered. It's getting more concerning with each passing minute. 

“Max, she always responds.” 

“I know Lando.” 

“She always calls if she's going to be longer.” 

“Lando?”

“Yes?”

“Would you feel better if we went and looked around for her?” 

The Brit nods his head in a fashion that might give him whiplash. It's better seeing him feel helpful then sit helplessly. Though Oscar can't help but agree with Max's original point. that they should wait there at the car just in case since that's where they were supposed to meet. 

Granted, it's only been twenty minutes. It's still long enough to be murdered. 

They Methodically peer around corners and wave at the mechanics who give them skeptical looks. They were supposed to be out for post race celebrations by now. 

Oscar freezes when he sees it. The human shaped lump lying on the ground. He rushes over with long strides. The closer he gets, the more familiar the person on the ground becomes. 

“Max! Lando! I found her!” The other two boys come sprinting in his direction. He's on the ground trying to clear her hair from her face only for it to get stuck in the sticky substance coating her features. 

“What the fuck?” 

Her fireproofs are still on, but it's obvious what happened. The handprints on her neck, the blood trickling down the sides of her face. “We need to bring her to a hospital.” 

Max hoists her up in his arms. Mainly because Lando is on the brink of tears and struggling to breathe through his panic. He loves deeply and with his heart on his sleeve. Oscar just hopes he can keep the Brit calm until they find more help. 

“Can we at least clean her up?” Lando pleads with him. Big Hazel eyes brimming with tears. 

It's always a struggle to tell him no. “We can't, not if it can help us figure out who did it.” The tears start right after that. 

“So that’s what happened then? Someone really-” Oscar has to maneuver the puddle of tears that is his boyfriend into the passenger seat of their rental car. Max tosses him the keys, opting to be with her in the back and keep her comfortable. 

The tricky drive to emergency is more because Oscar is too far in his own thoughts to pay attention to the traffic lights. He can hear Max moving her around, attempting to put pressure where blood still flows freely. 

Oscar doesn’t bother with parking. He pulls off into some empty area and helps Max shoulder her weight inside the doors while Lando runs ahead to find help. 

It’s fast after that. They take her away and start patching her up while the three of them are forced to sit in the waiting room. Oscar and Lando are left to their own devices while Max paces about on the phone with Christian. 

He feels like a knife is being driven through his chest each time his mind tries to come up with what could’ve happened. Who would do something like this? Unfortunately, a lot of people. The question is more of who could’ve done it and gotten away. Someone with access to the paddock this late. Security, perhaps? Maybe even a sleazy mechanic? A driver wouldn’t make any sense… right?

“When will they let us see her?”

“When she wakes up, most likely.”

He’s not sure when he falls asleep. The exhaustion finally hit him like a truck despite his persistence. He’s awoken by Max’s constant shaking and aggressive whispering of his name. 

“-She’s asking for us.” 

He’s up faster than Lando when Jon threatens an ice bath. They follow the nurse down the halls with an uneasy anticipation. They creep inside the sterile room and find her staring at the wall. 

Lando doesn’t hesitate to move further into the room. Always having been more in touch with his emotions then the other two boys. “Hey love, can I come closer?” 

She looks at him. The bandages plastered over the sides of her head and around her face now visible to them. She returns Lando’s gaze with glassy eyes. It’s damn near shocking when she tries to pull things off her body in a desperate attempt to reach for Lando. 

Lando gets to her before she can get everything off, specifically the IV, and catch her arms. Oscar and Max finally pull themselves together and manage to get her to lay back down with some coaxing. 

She’s shaking violently. Her grip on Lando’s arm is sure to leave bruises. “Who - who f-found me?”  

“We did, schat. We got worried when you didn’t respond.” Max drags the two chairs in the room closer and pulls Oscar down into one.  Lando, against all odds, manages to wriggle his way into bed with her. 

“I know who it was. I - well - does anyone else know?” 

“Just Christian and us.” Oscar can feel the fight Max is putting up to not ask her more questions. The way he’s grounding himself with a hand on Oscars knee instead. 

“You don’t have to tell us.” He attempts to reassure. Maybe calm her mind by giving her an option. “Just know we’re here, alright?” 

“I don’t want it to be a big story. It’s already going to be since I can’t be in the car for the next four weeks. Oh fuck - everyone is gonna know-” Lando hushes her; gets her to somehow hold him tighter.

“Christian said it’s up to you, whatever happens.” Max nods at her encouragingly. “We go at your pace.” 

“They did a rape kit. They’ll know who it is. It was all over so it couldn’t have been hard to get DNA - oh fuck” 

Her heart rate picks up. The nurses rush in. They send her back to sleep. 

~~~♡~~~

Max wants to know who it was who touched her. The rage simmering underneath her skin is almost too much to keep contained. 

On the more fortunate side, they were allowed to stay since she wouldn’t let go of Lando. Then when he did have to get up, they rotated. 

The doctors and nurses learned to approach her like she’s a scared animal. The heavy footsteps seem to set her off and there is now a sticky note on the door saying to tiptoe when entering. It’s endearing to see her doctors and nurses trying so hard not to startle her. But seeing as they’ve now had several incidents where she’s panicked, they are taking more caution. 

Oscar and Lando have meandered away in search of food. Max opted to stay put and made the promise to bring him back cheat foods. He’s too stressed to not eat something of comfort. 

Her physio is supposed to come by today with the stuff she left at the track and get an update from the doctors themselves instead of Max’s botched attempts at repeating back. It will also be nice to see her comfortable, as the one blanket that travels with her everywhere will also be dropped off. 

“Max?” He tightens his hold to show he’s listening. “It’s not fair… You, Lando, and Oscar make a mistake on track and nobody does that to you. I - It wasn’t my fault.” 

The thing is, Max is smarter than people give him credit for. The only incident on track was with Lance. An incident that was his own fault. “He’s at fault, not you. None of this is your fault.”

“They are going to say I was asking for it or something.” 

“In those fireproofs? The only ones asking for it are me and Oscar… for obvious reasons.” He chuckles proudly at his little self compliment. 

It also manages to get her to crack something of a half smile. “Are you complimenting your own ass?” 

“And what if I am?” 

She doesn’t eat anything despite it being sat in front of her. Soft foods are the only thing she’ll be eating. Her throat, albeit not as bad as it could've been (thank you F1), is still damaged and needs to rest as much as possible. 

They had to keep her for observation due to where the head wounds had been. It’s been a rough thirty-six hours, but they are managing.

Despite the hectic situation, Max has come to learn that the female lying in the hospital bed is a better person then the rest of them. Oscar was detailing a full proof murder plan while she was telling him not to make it a bigger deal then it is. To which Oscar politely put his ten step plan with four contingencies down and told her that it’s ‘what he had coming to him’. 

Max has not had to stop someone from assassinating a rival before, but Oscar seems like a reasonable guy. “Death is too good for him.” 

“Mm, you’re right, I’ll just make sure he doesn’t die then and can’t see my face.” 

“Or, we make his life a series of inconveniences! I feel like daddy’s money could get him good therapy. It can’t solve every minor problem.” Lando has a gleam in his eyes. 

Him and Oscar start pouring over ideas once more. The girl simply shakes her head and goes back to eyeing her pudding like it’s assaulted her. “I don’t want to leave here, Max.”

“Why not? I’d assume you want to go home? Sleep in a comfortable bed?”

“Out there, they can get to us. Here is safe.” 

He considers how to reassure her. Only, there is nothing he can think of. The truth is that outside of this hospital room, there is no guarantee they won’t run into trouble. 

“I can’t promise that we'll never have something bad happen again. But-” He looks to the McLaren duo brainstorming ways to make the Aston Martin garage regret existing. “We’ll be there for each other. We’re here for you. When you want us and when you need us, yes?” 

“Pinky swear?” She extends her pink to him. 

Max accepts and curls his pinks around hers. “Pinky swear.” 

~~~♡~~~

It’s not fair really, that they had to leave to go do things. Lando would prefer he at least stayed with her so she isn’t alone. Alas, they are preparing for her discharge and he had to run around getting things together for their trip back to Monaco.

He comes back to a partially opened door and smiles at the other two boys being able to get back before him. Then again, as he gets closer he can hear the angry tone. One that Max uses when he’s pissed off about something. 

Lando panics and rushes inside. Only to be met with the sight of the last person he wants around right now. 

Now - he wouldn’t say he’s prone to violence. Lando prefers to keep the peace when it comes to conflict unless he’s trying to piss someone off on purpose to get a reaction. This is not one of those times. 

Lando’s knuckles collide with the Canadian’s jaw faster than he can fully become aware of what he’s doing. Lance stumbles backward and holds his jaw, glaring at Lando like he’s the one in the wrong here. 

“Get out!” 

“We were just talking-” 

“I said. Get. Out.” He’s seething. The thudding in his chest becoming louder with each second Lance remains in this room. 

He’s not prone to violence. 

Really, he’s not. 

Yet the second crack of knuckles into Lance's chin gives him some sick satisfaction. Isn’t there something about equilibrium? Can he pin this on restoring the balance or something? Regardless, he isn’t going to dent the fact that it feels good. 

The nurses come running and start asking questions. Max and Oscar have to drag Lando away kicking and screaming. 

Worse is when they try to tell him that there are pictures out on social media. Christian has been calling Max non-stop. Oscar has been dealing with Zak. Their relationship isn’t a secret and neither is their current location.  

“They're sending us a different car to see if we can’t get out discreetly.” 

“What happened with Lance, Lan? Are you alright?”

Everyone is panting. Their eyes trained on the door. “I punched him. I restored the equal-brey-um… thing.” 

“Equilibrium.” 

“Yeah that!” 

He’s not sure how they get on the plane. He’s still amped up about the whole punching thing and running purely off adrenaline. 

They’ve been sitting in silence, mulling over their options. Creating statements they can put out. It’s hectic and they keep trashing them because nothing fits. 

The female has been apathetic. The last thing she wanted was for this to get out and now it has. Seemingly everything is flashing before her eyes. Her career will be gone soon enough, so what’s even the point? 

“Don’t post anything. We don’t have an obligation to confirm or deny the rumors. If anything, we can say that you were just driving me to the hospital and being good friends or whatever.” She won’t look at them. Still - Lando can hear how upset she is, the waiver in her voice. “I’m going to be kicked out anyway.” 

“Christian said-”

“Damn what Christian said! He knows this isn’t going to get any better and if I say who it was then Daddy’s Money is just going to pay his way through.” She's hyperventilating now. Her body collapses against her seat and Oscar makes an effort to get her to lean against him. “It’s not fair!”

lando Can’t help but share her feelings.

~~~♡~~~

She stays holed up in the Redbull garage the next weekend. The appearance is hard, people want to ask her questions. Her boys had been caught in the middle of the riptide and haven’t come back to shore yet. 

At least she’s here. She’s trying her hardest to look stronger than she is. On the inside things are falling apart. 

The team knows to give her space and not ask about the ordeal. She takes refuge in Max’s room when things are too much and the other drivers keep their distance. 

They know it was one of them. She’d been adamant on not saying who it was, but it’s obvious there are sixteen who it could have been, given her partners insistence that none of them go near her garage for the time being.  

She just wants this whole thing to blow over. She wants to lay in bed with her lovers and not flinch when they go to touch her. 

She knows, however, that until she deals with things that healing can’t happen like it should. Or at least, that’s what her therapist says. The one she is now required to see. 

Things get worse when she’s back in the car. Her media duties are limited so she can focus on driving and ‘listening to her body’ as her physio likes to say. 

She can’t hear her body over the sound of her mind going staticy as Lance closes in on her. The catalyst for everything. She panics and ends up in the wall. Not the worst crash ever, but certainly hurts her pride more than it has already.

The thing is, it keeps happening. Even as she’s able to let her boys back in. As her podium finishes start to come back. Her fireproofs (which they’d gotten her all new ones) start to feel comfortable again and she doesn’t feel the need to be out of them the second the race is done. Still, Lance is using this to his advantage. 

Finally, after he almost killed her on track (again), she’s had enough.

The trial goes better than she thought it would. Despite the money differences, Lance won’t be able to race anymore. It’s not some grand spectacle either, just an announcement like usual. It’s more the closure she needed versus the publicized drama it could have been. 

She wins the next race. 

“If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.” 

“It’s been over a year now, Lan. I’m getting better.” There is a genuine smile on her face. The car awaits to take them back to the hotel. It was here that it happened. She almost considered not racing because of it.

“Lando got a taste of blood and now he’s feinding for it.” Max has a comforting hand around her waist. A grounding presence. 

“I mean, I never threw away my murder plot…” 

“You’re a genius Oscar!”

She shakes her head. It’s not like any of this has been easy. It never is. Still - her boys are here and they’ve been so patient. 

“There’s her smile.” They all beam at her. 

She smiles back.

[mrs-saturday]

→ Are you ready for a whole month of fast-paced degeneracy? Well come on in, so long as you're of age !! This event is strictly 18+, so MDNI please !!

→ I've written plenty of steamy encounters for you to choose from, each driver with at least one fic and have included scheduled day for your ease of reading, so you can find the fics with your faves in!

WEEK 1 — Oct 1st - Oct 7th

Oct. 1st - "Mon Cher, I Can't Take It Anymore"

— Edging with Charles Leclerc

Oct. 2nd - "Bad Bunny"

— Marking with Alex Albon

Oct. 3rd - "Crikey!"

— Gags with George Russell

Oct. 4th - "A Gift for You"

— Shibari with Lance Stroll

Oct. 5th - "You Are my Oxygen"

— Facesitting with Yuki Tsunoda

Oct. 6th - "Pretty Princess"

— Roleplay with Carlos Sainz

Oct. 7st - "This Town Ain't Big Enough For The Two Of Us"

— Angry!Threesome with Esteban Ocon and Pierre Gasly

WEEK 2 — Oct 8th - Oct 14th

Oct. 8th - "I Can Fuck You Better"

— Revenge Sex with Logan Sargeant

Oct. 9th - "Religion"

— Body Worship with Oscar Piastri

Oct. 10th - "Make You A Mama"

— Breeding with Sergio Perez

Oct. 11th - "Didn't See You Coming"

— Blindfolds with Kevin Magnussen

Oct. 12th - "9021-Hoe"

— Phone Sex with Daniel Ricciardo

Oct. 13th - "The Winner Takes It All"

— Free Use with Max Verstappen

Oct. 14th - "Estás muy sexy con ese vestido"

— Dirty Talk with Fernando Alonso

WEEK 3 — Oct 15th - Oct 21st

Oct. 15th - "Scandal"

— Age Gap with Lewis Hamilton

Oct. 16th - "I Love You, I'm Sorry"

— Make Up Sex with Zhou Guanyu

Oct. 17th - "Put It Into Speed-Drive"

— Car Sex with Valterri Bottas

Oct. 18th - "I Can't Sit Still"

— Pegging with Lando Norris

Oct. 19th - "Pick Me Up, I'm Losing My Mind"

— Size Kink with Nico Hulkenberg

Oct. 20th - "Don't Just Stand There"

— Voyeurism with Galex and Loscar

Oct. 21st - "Best Bully"

— Nerdy but Hung with The 2019 Rookies

WEEK 4 — Oct 22th - Oct 28th - Legacy Wee

Oct. 22nd - "Glory Days"

— Club Sex with Jenson Button

Oct. 24th - "Britney"

— Hair Pulling with Nico Rosberg

Oct. 28th - "Just Like Old Times"

— Safewords with Mark Webber

[rex-rambles]

➤ LIAR, LIAR, CAR ON FIRE (F1 TEXTS)

summary: you ask the f1 grid for help in trashing your ex's car

featuring: max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, lando norris, carlos sainz and charles leclerc

warnings: car violence (?) please do not follow any of this advice! for obvious reasons! mentions of getting cheated on (not by the drivers)

➤ MASTERLIST - Part Two!

a/n: I had to search the most questionable things for this, but on the plus side? i can live up to my full country music revenge potential (if you saw this posted twice no you didn't 🫶)

[sunflowerlando]

F1 Driver Texts

Tongue out 👅

(Suggestive themes ahead 🚂🌶️🥵)

F1 Masterlist

Lewis Hamilton • George Russell • Oscar Piastri • Lando Norris • Charles Leclerc • Carlos Sainz • Max Verstappen • Daniel Ricciardo

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR F1 DRIVER TEXTS. Send me an ask 😊

[81pastrys]

College!AU

Part 3 / 7

Summary—Studying takes a turn when she learns the friend she likes already has a girlfriend

Warnings— Lando not being able to keep his mouth shut

A/N— this one has a lot of foreshadowing

Series List

Lando I become more fond of each other in next few days. He isn’t horrible company and we are dormed together. He is popular amongst other classmates though and that is annoying. The first three friends were whatever but he’s accumulated a larger group.

“Hey is it alright if the boys come over?” He asked. We were studying on the floor together. I roll over from my stomach to my back and look at the tapestry I had hung on my ceiling.

“I guess, who would come?” I ask, turning my head to look at him. He smiles that cheeky ass smile, joining me on the floor to admire my tapestry.

“Max, Oscar, maybe Carlos.” He said. I liked Oscar more than any other friends he had. All of his friends noticed it was reciprocated. The quiet friend would suddenly not be quiet around me. The timid girl Lando stumbled to have as a roommate not particularly annoyed if Oscar was present.

“You’re just saying Oscar so I approve your request.” I sneer jokingly at him. He gives me a ‘is it working’ look. I groan at his expression. “Fine, but Oscar better be coming or you’ll get an earful.” I say, sitting up to tidy my school things.

“You know he has a girlfriend right?” My heart stops and my movements slow. Why in the actual fuck was this never mentioned.

“What?” I ask more softly now. He leans on his elbow, studying my face. “No one mentioned that.” I mumble.

“Yeah, he’s nice to you because he knows what it’s like to be the odd one out.” He said, his expression one of that I should’ve known this. “You didn’t think he liked you did you?” He asked smirking.

“No, nothing like that.” I try convincing myself more than him at this point. “He’s just.. yes?” I admit.

“You poor thing, the only one of them that has a girlfriend is the one you like.” He said. I finish picking up my work and he does the same. “I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.” He says before going on his side of the dorm.

How could I be stupid enough to even like any of them. I play on my phone before the guys get there. They file in on Lando’s side and give me a nice hello before retreating to his side again. Usually I’d join them, but after that conversation; I’ll keep my distance.

“Dude did you hurt her feelings?” Max asked loudly. The other guys chime in, jokingly asking why I’m not with them.

“She said she wasn’t feeling good earlier.” Lando defended. Here I thought he would join in the banter. They collectively agree not to bother me more and continued on their antics. When they decide to leave for food Lando pops his head in. “Want anything?”

“I think it’s the stomach bug, I’ll skip dinner.” I lie. He drops his head and checks the guys left before sitting on the edge of my bed. He playfully grabbed my ankle under the covers.

“Come with us, they all like your company.” He said. I roll my eyes and get up, putting on shoes to go with them. “That’s the spirit!” He joked.

“Oh shut it.” I say back. When I exit with Lando they Ouu and ahh. “Hush I’m hungry too.” I say. We go to the cafeteria and talk.

“Feeling better?” Carlos asked. I give him a confused face, forgetting that was Lando’s excuse for me not joining them earlier.

“I’m not sick.” I say, earning a kick from Lando under the table. He motions his head to Oscar and I change the answer. “It was a stupid headache, but it’s gone now.”

“Lando got you tutoring him too hard?” Oscar laughed. I roll my eyes and they laugh. “He’s got me tired of biology.”

“Try having 3 classes with him, he’s ruthless.” I say. “I don’t even understand it, and with his comments it doesn’t help.” I add.

“Talk about it, I’m just studying by myself at some point.” Max laughs with us. Lando sits back, listening to us shit talk him. He never says it but I can tell it gets to him.

“He’s an amazing study buddy though, knows when to break the tension of too much work.” I say maintaining eye contact with him. We finish eating and head back to the dorms. “Where’s Charles? You guys are usually inseparable.” I ask Carlos.

“He’s was taking a shower when I left, something about a girl coming over.” Carlos said. I see Lando and Max plotting something.

“What is it boys?” I ask the plotting pair. Before any of us can stop them, they’re running down the hall. “Oh no.” I smile. I follow after them with Oscar and Carlos.

Troublemakers? Who knows.

[cllightning81]

Masterlist

Who I Write For

Taglist Form

F1 Drivers

Max Verstappen [MV1]

Logan Sargeant [LS2]

Daniel Ricciardo [DR3]

Lando Norris [LN4]

Pierre Gasly [PG10]

Andrea Kimi Antonelli [AA12]

Charles Leclerc [CL16]

Lance Stroll [LS18]

Alex Albon [AA23]

Liam Lawson [LL40]

Franco Colapinto [FC43]

Mick Schumacher [MS47]

George Russell [GR63]

Oscar Piastri [OP81]

Oliver Bearman [OB87]

Other Drivers

Arthur Leclerc [AL12]

Paul Aron [PA17]

Max Fewtrell

Series

Younger Sister [OB87 x Norris!Reader]

Dogs [Drivers x Reader]

[ln4bub]

Masterlist

Code:

WIP/Coming soon

NSFW

SFW

Prompt List

Formula One

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Oscar Piastri

George Russell

Max Verstappen

Daniel Ricciardo

Sebastian Vettel

[dannyriccsystem]

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER TEXTS

Summary: “Those nudes weren’t meant for you” prank!

Warnings: Suggestive

Featuring: MV1, DR3, LN4, CL16, CS55, OP81

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MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

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DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

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LANDO NORRIS - LN4

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CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

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CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81