#mv1/cl16

[leclerced]

hi spare brain rot rn is me thinking ab forced eye contact w/ lestappen & their girl bc i was scrolling through my 1633 tag and refound this post: https://www.tumblr.com/yesloulou/741509636693409792/xx -lee

i have many thoughts im just gonna.

they’d be soo mean, overstimulate her until she can barely keep her eyes open and she’s blinking up at them through tears while begging for more. one of them is holding her jaw to tilt her face to look at him as he coos, “that’s it baby, keep your eyes open. if you close them we’ll stop.” every time she gets close, the pleasure overwhelms her and her eyes automatically start fluttering shut, so they’d slow down and tap her cheek softly, wait until she regains eye contact with one of them before either of them continue.

or when charles is going down on her, max has a hand in his hair and he tells her if she breaks eye contact with him then he’ll make charles stop. charles is pussy drunk, eyes shut as he moans against her, arms wrapped around her thighs to try and hold himself against him when max inevitably tries to pull him away. every time she squeezes her own eyes shut in pleasure, and breaks eye contact with max, he jerks charles away. both of their eyes snap open and she begins begging and apologizing for closing her eyes and charles reprimands her for closing them.

max makes charles look into her eyes while she goes down on him and it’s worse for him tbh!! he gets so close so fast when he’s watching her suck him off and she’s blinking up at him as she gags and moans around him. his eyes flutter shut without thinking as she trails her tongue along the vein on the right side and she pulls away as soon as the eye contact is broken, before max can stop her, and begins peppers kisses across his thighs. she totally giggles and teases him a little, “i really wanted you to cum in my mouth, you shouldn’t have closed your eyes baby.” she’d be drunk on the bit of power, usually being the victim to their teasing.

or they’re out for dinner and max is sitting next to her and charles across. max slips his hand under her dress and tells her not to break eye contact with charles while he slides his fingers inside of her.

[softiedingo]

[thatnimrodmusician]

just remembered the time where max verstappen, known geography nerd, turned and asked charles leclerc if the singaporean flag was the monegasque flag, just so he could talk to him.

to make things worse, max lives in monaco.

look at his face. he knows what he's doing.

[folklorebuckley]

lando's "it's not talent it's just luck" vs charles' "it was more max who made the difference than the car".... i know where i stand

[disasteraleks]

They are a set, do not separate

I really wanted to draw Max and Charles in the same style, because they are both great and brilliant drivers with heavy expectations/names on their shoulders and have been rivals since their kart days, but maintaining them different ( Max blends with the black background vs Charles standing out). Anyway sorry for the rant

Prints avaliable:

https://www.etsy.com/shop/DisasterAleks

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Lestappen community service fic tgt when???

[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 |

[ham1lton]

SUGA MAMA.

summary: leaving them money after sex.

warnings: pretty suggestive obvi.

pairings: lando x reader, max x reader, charles x reader, lewis x reader, oscar x reader, mick x reader.

author’s note: hi. sorry for being mia. i have sm half finished projects saved 😭

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[sebeztappen]

happy baku race week to my fellow 1633s

[foreverfearlessred]

real f1 is back. Max going airborne wheel-to-wheel racing Lewis. team orders up and down the grid, some being followed and some not. Brocedes reunion. Max complaining and fighting over the radio. McLaren fucking up and their drivers bearing the brunt of the fuck up. emotional blackmail over the radio. Alpine retiring a car. Ferrari tractor. Charles ‘the tyre whisperer’ Leclerc.

[f1-sketches]

miffy max approves of leclerc monza win >:)

(mclaren fans please don’t hate me, i’m equally as devastated.)

[leclerced]

backbreaking rough sex with Charles and Max after a race!! Charles being able to take out his frustration and Max just egging him on. i just know you’d be so fucked out and yet Charles would still keep going (after he asked for consent.) because you just look so damn good all fucked out for them

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🩰

please !!!

max is so proud of his win but charles is not happy having gone from p2 down to p4 and it shows. you’d been hoping to celebrate your boys on the podium, but after charles misses out and you see how upset he is over the outcome of the race and mostly the braking issue, you tell him you want him to take his frustrations out on you. he’s quick to get down to business when you get to the hotel, stripping you down and asking, “you said i can do anything i want, right?” you mean it when you tell him, “i wanna help you feel better, charlie.” it warms his heart knowing you’d do anything to make him feel better, and turns him on more than he’d thought possible.

you think it’ll be fun, when he’s kissing up your thighs and thanking you, telling you how badly he needs to taste you. instead, he edges you with his fingers and mouth until you’re crying and begging to cum. he’d tease you then, “you said i could have my fun, no? this is what i want to do. you can cum when i’m fucking you.” max is sitting next to you, kissing you softly and running his fingers through your hair to keep you grounded as he coos, “you’re being so good schat, giving him whatever he wants. you just wanna make our boy feel better, yeah?” and you can’t do anything but nod and agree as charles’s mouth finds your over sensitive clit again.

max praises you both so much, tells charles how good he’s being, how he deserves this and that he deserved to be on the podium too, and it’ll be different next weekend. he tells you how good you’re being for charles and how well you’re taking it, how pretty you look and sound. an absolute menace to be honest.

he eventually fucks you, and tells you that you can cum as much as you want, and he doesn’t let up until you’r entire body is twitching when he does something as simple as squeeze your thigh. you cried so much you ran out of tears, mascara smudged down your cheeks from where max wiped your tears away, (probably on his face bc he’d kiss them away too while praising you) charles starts slowing down but max can tell he’s not completely unwound by the look in his eyes and tells him, “she can take it, keep going.” then to you, “you can take it, right schat?” as he presses a kiss to your temple. it’s so soft and sweet, contrasting how rough charles is being. you can barely respond but you manage to get out, “i can take it charlie, ‘m here for you baby, please.” charles double checks, cups your cheeks and makes you look into his eyes and tell him you want more, and then he’d keep going, making you cum over and over until he’s filled you with his cum and he’s satisfied he doesn’t have anything left in him.

max does most of the aftercare bc charles is useless after he used the what was left of his energy on you, can’t even get up and walk to the bathroom for a warm rag, so max cleans the both of you up while charles holds you and thanks you repeatedly, kissing you everywhere, focusing on where he’d left bruises on your hips and thighs from his grip. they love the way you get afterwards, soft and pliant, just wanting cuddles and affection. practically purring like a cat once you’re sandwiched between them and they’re both doting on you fully.

[softiedingo]

you know the real f1 is back when there is a third wheel for Max and Charles

[rawrl1ns]

Just Lestappen in Austria 2019

[starrwrrld]

who's gonna be the: to my:

[bunnys-kisses]

grid bunny - a (long) drabble

feat. max verstappen, lando norris, charles leclerc & carlos sainz

(it's dirty filth, i'm sorry!!!!!) 🐇

most grid bunnies know they're grid bunnies, they actively search for drivers to bed. but not you, you got caught up in this for some reason or another.

you joined redbull as a mechanic, you were proud of that title! not many can call themselves that! it was an opportunity to see the world and work on what you loved. the cars. your focus was on the cars, not men driving them.

you thought that the relationship you struck up with max was platonic, the thought didn't even cross your mind that he had any feelings for you. you thought to him you were just another face in the crowd. that was until you both split a bottle of wine and you ended up in his hotel room.

you were face down in bed and let him fuck you. he grumbled under his breath in dutch and liked to hold your head back. the three time champion loved to bite as well, your shoulders looked like a total mess by the time you staggered out of his hotel room. you however didn't get far as before you could get your pants in, the champion had his strong arms around you and pulled back into bed.

max was the kind of fuck that you knew you wouldn't get out of your mind. he liked it rough and dirty, he liked that he could move you into the position he wanted as he rutted up into you. it left you out of breath and hot all over, sweat stuck to the expanse of your back. he said to you in a brief break between rounds, "only the best." before he ran his thumb across your clit which made you grow tense. it only made him chuckle before his lips were on your neck again. "you look good in redbull colours."

you wouldn't end up leaving till morning, at least max bought you breakfast and some tylonel for the back pain. the hickies on the other hand had you zipping your coveralls a little higher to cover your neck fully.

-

lando was a flirt, he was all smiles and determination. you had assumed that word got around that the new little mechanic for red bull was a good fuck. he was in your personal space and made you laugh. he'd continue to make you laugh when his head was between your legs.

the driver didn't even get his racing gear off as he got you up on the couch in the driver's room. his tongue dragged along your pussy and you had to cover your mouth to not cause attention. the last thing you needed was some assistant walking in on lando norris, the second higher driver between your legs. headlines in the making. the gloves he wore were rough against your bare thighs as he sloppy noises he made filled the room. he ate like a man with an insatiable hunger, like he had been yearning to get between the legs of the little mechanic. "you feel so good." he groaned, "they should've hired you to bring a little relief to the grid." he chuckled as he looked up at you, "but i'm pretty sure i'd get just a little jealous if you were shared amongst the grid. bad enough i have to share with verstappen."

you felt flushed all over, so vulnerable under him. it was almost cute, as his tongue grazed your clit and soon his fingers joined the fray. you tried to keep noises down to a minimum. it was bad enough the max had rubbed it in lando's face that he had a grid bunny in his repertoire, you didn't want everyone to know about it.

-

every driver did know about it. which landed you in the arms of charles. he was smiles and sunshine, you took a liking to leo. but it was hard for charles to maintain the conversation when he saw you bent over to look at the dog. when you giggled at the animal's antics, you swayed a little which only enticed the ferrari driver.

he had heard from both max and lando about the mechanic that was scurrying around the paddock. with a pussy soft and tight, and a smile that was infectious. that and she was a easy to bed. charles didn't go after grid bunnies, but you were technically a mechanic, so.... charles however would take the longest to bed you, you thought it was because he was a gentleman.

that was not the case, instead he was trying to figure out how to tie you up in his hotel room as he fucked you. also forget about condoms, you had to scatter to different pharmacies in austin to find plan b.

the way he fucked you, he liked watching your face. he like the faces you made when he hit your sweet spots. it was almost a rivalry between the other two men as he held you face in his hand and maintained eye contact. no shying away from him as he moved his hips against you. "pretty girl." his voice was a low drawl and you felt your heart leap in your chest. his hands played with your breasts and you noticed when he got close, his tongue hung out of his mouth like a panting dog.

you'd never admit how good a cream-pie felt, you didn't want any of the others to know that they could do that. you weren't going bankrupt on emergency contraceptives.

-

if charles knew, then carlos knew. you were starting to get a little worried about it. you managed to get yourself through the top four ranking drivers, two from the same team. you couldn't help but feel a little flustered by it all.

the sex was amazing you weren't going to deny it, each driver had their strengths as a lover. the strength of max, the selflessness or lando and the eagerness of charles. carlos was a whole other beast entirely, he liked his hands in your hair. he liked the yank on it as he fucked you from behind. that wasn't his favourite activity though, he loved when you sucked his cock.

when you sucked his cock, it was warm up. he'd always get a little too excited and end up with you on your hands and knees. because of course, your main draw was your pussy after all! (sadly, not your mechanic skills). he did kiss a lot however, any time he pushed you a little too hard he'd smother you with kisses as he tried to ease his pace. but, it was hard. sometimes he forgot that you joined formula one as a mechanic when he was balls deep inside of you. his cock always nudged a little further than his teammate, which often took the air out of you. he had you by the waist as he moved against you. he'd often whisper praise to you, which only made your pussy wetter. he was diligent about protection which you were thankful for (two nights prior you were wrestling lando trying to get him to wear one). if you could describe sex with carlos it would be fun. even if it exhausted you, and he was just as rough as the other three.

-

maybe these men were egomaniacs who all fucked you as a means of one upping each other. passed between first and fourth. but, jesus were they big suck-ups when the post-nut clarity hit.

lando bought you flowers ("pretty flowers for a pretty girl!"), max snuck you some of the fancier food from the driver's room while you worked on his car ("you have to keep up your strength to help me win"), the lengthy almost romantic text message from charles before you started working "i hope it all goes well today, mon amour! i will be waiting for you at the finish line"), and finally the smothering after-care from carlos ("do you need anything? anything you want, i'll get.")

meanwhile you were around the paddock with a slight limp and rope burns around your wrists and thighs (fuckin' leclerc). but you appreciated it, it made you feel like you were more than just some stress relief for the top drivers. they thought about you, or at least thought enough about you, that these acts of kindness (maybe love) were on their mind.

they did have a habit of trying to one-up another. a race of their own for your affection. meanwhile you just wanted to make sure you weren't going to end up in hr's office. you just came here to fix cars!

-

at the end it felt like you were on a routine for each race with minimal breakaway from it. thursday you were with max, friday you were with lando, saturday with charles and sunday with carlos followed by an evening with who won (or at least got to podium), which often meant limping out of max's room in order to meet the other mechanics for the flight out of whatever country you were in.

you didn't want to think about the wetness in your panties when you sat in the plane seat. the plane would take off and the cycle would repeat.

by the end of the season, you were exhausted. as a christmas present you were gifted a one-way plane ticket to monaco. you looked at it then up at max who had his hand in your hair.

"where else were you going to spend the break?" he asked, not even taking into consideration that maybe you'd go home to your family, "i promise it is very nice this time of year, we want to make sure that you're safe over the break." he cupped you by the cheek and those blue eyes gazed into yours.

the idea of your safety needing to be assured sounded like a half assed attempt to seduce you back to the sunny shores of monte carlo. you wondered for a moment if you even needed to pack clothes.

"come home with us."

you took the ticket and looked at it closer. every excuse died in your throat, there was no way that you were going to weasel your way out of this. you should be happy, most would kill for the attention of one driver, and now you had the lingering gaze of four.

you just had to figure out how to get your hands on better birth control before the holidays started because you could only imagine the damage that was going to be done over the next few months. <3