#monzamusings ✨

[monzamash]

Lando being all flustered and coming in his pants this is my Roman Empire

warnings — 18+ (sex, course language)

there is something so innately hot about a guy losing control over themselves in the heat of the moment, to the point where they literally can’t hold back. this would happen to lando after a triple header that you couldn’t get to, work always taking up your precious time and it would start relatively innocently, both of you so exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open on the couch.

he initiates it, of course, fingers delicately tracing over your skin while you snuggled into his side and basked in his warmth. you had missed him too so you didn’t need any convincing to straddle his lap and kiss him like the world was ending. lando loved to make out, he could go for hours caught up in the way you tasted but tonight was different. you knew he was achingly hard by the way his breathing jagged and you could feel him through the paper thin shorts he was wearing - every small movement your hips made to relieve the pressure pushed him closer and closer and closer until… “ah fuck- baby ya gonna have to get off before- shit! i’m coming ugh fuck!”

“don’t move, don’t move please” lando pleaded while his hands tightly gripped your thighs, holding you in place so he could finish before dipping his head to your neck, muttering sorry over and over again as his hips involuntarily snapped upwards into the firm pressure you were giving him, making sure the ride he was on was worthwhile. he was beet red, cheeks burning when he sheepishly sat back and pushed his frazzled curls from his face. the wet patch you could feel forming in his shorts unearthed a primal urge to make it happen again, he was so into you.

“that was so hot.” “what? me coming in my pants after weeks of being away from you?” lando scoffed, not believing what he was hearing. “I dunno, kinda made me feel like we’re just a couple of horny teenagers trying to get their kicks… think it’s cute.”

cute wasn’t what lando was aiming for, he wanted to show his girlfriend that he thought she was sexy, to take his time with her after so long apart so he ignored his flaming cheeks of embarrassment and made it his mission to get you back. there was no such thing as a rain check with lando norris.

[percervall]

Welcome to tumblr-is-a-period-tracker blurb weekend!✨ (title is a work in progress)

will I regret this? possibly. oh well

Inspired by @monzamash's monzamusings; I want to write but I just don't have the bandwidth for long form content right now, so I figured this might be a nice alternative

Feel free to send in a prompt and a driver

Accepting ideas for: Carlos, Fernando, Mark, Lewis, Lando, Jenson smut prompt list I smut prompt list II

to keep it manageable I will only accept 6 requests, so first come first serve

[monzamash]

imagine one of those funny mclaren challenge videos with the reader and lando. he’s basically giving her heart eyes the entire time while they’re doing a silly competition set up by the team

my heart is exploding over this!! i changed it up a tiny bit hope that's okay x warnings — none

it was so pathetically obvious that he was into you, heart eyes instantly activated the second he spotted you sashaying over with a clipboard and a couple of props that had oscar sweating with anxiety. lando, however was speechless, suddenly every single pick up line he knew had disappeared into thin air as you approached the table with that sweet smile he day-dreamed about way too often.

he may not have had the exact words he was looking for but the timid "hi" he greeted you with and the cheesy grin you adored sent a furious blush rushing up your neck. "you look pretty" he added before oscar gave him a swift shove in the ribs, "oi you can't say that!" "what did i say?" lando genuinely asked, looking between you and his teammate for an answer but oscar simply rolled his eyes and you got back to work.

lando watched you set up the magician props and a deck of cards for their game and his chin was propped up on his fist the entire time you demonstrated how the game would work – you were a consummate professional and he loved that about you. "get it together man... you're staring like a creep" oscars observation wasn't far off but lando couldn't help it.

he thought he'd blown it again when you sat back down behind the camera and called action, only really speaking up when they couldn't remember the rules of the game. all of lando's hopes of catching your eye were dwindling until the game was over and you started to pack up. it was subtle and only for lando's ears when you leaned in and whispered, "you look pretty too".

[monzamash]

cate!!! love you, and love your work ✨♥️

here’s a scenario I think about way too much… an m/f/m with carlos taking his girl to celebrate lando’s first ever race win? and lando, well… drunk on tequila and thrilling victory… is only too happy to parktake of his new trophy (trophies?)

warnings — mature themes

carlos is totally the guy parading his girl around the paddock, seeing who takes the bait dangling in the form of a woman blessed to the high heavens and tequila-drunk lando is obviously the perfect innocent bystander who falls for it. he barely even knew you – carlos had a way of keeping what was his at arms length so the mystery of who you were, and the exhilaration of finally being this close to his best friends' goddess of a girlfriend was totally lost on the boy.

the night was not young by any means and he made sure the celebration of his first win would continue as he entered the private, dimly lit room at the back of a club in mexico, barely able to string a sentence together when summoned by the spaniard with the promise of a gift.

lando was giggly at first when carlos handed him a glass of water and said something along the lines of, "you're going to want to be sober for this hermano or you will hate yourself for the rest of time." his mind was swirling with confusion until you stood in front of him, toe to toe, held his flushed face in your hands and whispered, "because you drove so well today baby – i think you deserve to have your dick sucked by someone who knows what they're doing." you motioned for your boyfriend to come closer and tugged lando's pouty bottom lip between your teeth – the thud of carlos' knees hitting the floor broke lando from whatever drunken haze he was lost in.

his eyes were wide when he pulled back from the kiss and saw you, sheepishly smiling, "we'll look after you honey, just sit back and enjoy us," and in that moment when his ocean eyes glazed over with lust, he knew carlos was right – the sensation of a large, warm hand pressing against his twitching cock had him utterly convinced.

he definitely wanted to remember this tomorrow.

ivy, the queen of threesomes, i love you toooo ✨

this is a scenario i think about often too, lately it's taken a bit of a turn into being an anonymous male as the third with lando x reader and theres something about sub!lando that makes me a little light headed...

[monzamash]

getting ready for a date night with charles and he’s giving you the fattest googly eyes ever. like he’s can’t stop staring, which ends up making you a bit shy but he tries to reassure you that it’s because you look so beautiful and he’s literally sooo head over heels

even though i'm almost certain that charles is the kind of guy that perches on the end of your bed while you're getting ready, eyes glued to his phone because he can't go two seconds without knowing the group chat gossip — sometimes, the view of his breathtaking girlfriend was the perfect distraction. he simply needed to look up.

"you look gorgeous, chèrie", he would gush, awestruck as you applied the last layer of lipstick and checked you had everything in your handbag. "thank you sweetheart — don't look half bad yourself". you always blushed at his compliments, shy smile tickling the corners of your lips and charles was the same. both of you were so enamoured, blissfully in love and it only took one long stride before his arms were wrapped around your waist — tugging you into his chest with a hefty groan.

"don't start something you can't finish." you warned quietly as charles ghosted a kiss to your bare shoulder, delicately adjusting the thin strap holding up your beautiful dress with his finger. "shh, i just need you to know how beautiful you are."

[monzamash]

not sure how comfortable you feel with writing smut for Kev, but this somehow reminded me of him

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

-💜

💜💜💜 warnings — mature themes (18+), barely proofread so apologies x

sweet baby kevin. he really is the most beautiful man, inside and out but that voice – so honeyed and soothing, airy in the blissful moments. the soft tone would lull you on those sleepless nights while the gruff edge his voice can carry stirs you awake in the morning with very little innocence in his intent.

you longed for the purrs of praise he trickled into your ear when his hips rutted restlessly, satisfying more than just the empty space in your heart with his love. letting him in scared you at first, the closeness after the hesitation. he was guarded, of course, his life wasn’t as black and white as yours – no strings attached, no extra baggage fee. the path to you had been so uncertain; every touch, every kiss felt like the last but he endured – and so did you. 

because you loved kevin the minute you laid eyes on him – all weary-eyed and taking out his frustration on his luscious blonde hair while guenther shouted every curse word under the sun at the team. it was an abysmal race and you still remember how deeply furrowed kevins' brow was, unsure that a smile existed under the bravado and the pressure until his eyes caught yours across the garage. the icy blue melted as fast as it had crystallised and the flecks of green that were only visible in natural light warmed his curious gaze – you couldn’t look away and he needed to know your name.

“who is she?”

“who is who?” guenther curtly replied, following his drivers’ eye, “oh.”

kevin smiled genuinely for the first time that weekend when he heard you were the teams new legal aid – so she’s smart, he assumed, beautiful and smart. he was right – you were both of those things and more he learned after secretly manufacturing time to get to know you. the late night contract questions and the early morning coffee run that always seemed to end with the two of you finding a quiet place amongst the travelling circus quickly became the highlight of your day.

he savoured the chance to see you smile, hoping that one day he would be the person you turned to in a crisis or when you simply needed a laugh – maybe he could even be the man you begged and pleaded with to make you come again. there was a part of him that ached to know what his name sounded like when you moaned it, how would it taste if he swallowed it? the thought of having you lathered in a state of ecstasy kept him awake most nights.

and it wasn’t a secret that you had other admirers besides kevin. lewis’ throw away comment in austin still haunted him – something about the way your hips swayed to the country song playing through the speakers and he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe he’d missed the chance to see what else your hips could do.

kevin had a cruelly vivid dream that night – the same one he always had when he salaciously conjured you in his slumber. as soon as he felt your snug walls sheath his needy cock and the knot lying dormant in his stomach was so close to unravelling, his body would jolt awake, breathless and pathetically hard. the dream never lived up to what played over and over in his head but when he got a taste of the real thing, there was no going back.

“i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.”

he blinked a couple of times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination and planted a firm kiss to your flushed chest – long eyelashes tickled your skin as he mouthed at your neck with his sharp, misbehaving teeth, both hearts racing until his nose brushed against yours lovingly and captured your lips.

“who else would have me, baby? all I think about is you, all I feel is you…”

your comforting coos settled the sweet man panting above you, eyes filled with adoration. the angelic sight of you spread open, hair mussed and tangled slowed the momentum of his hips to a toe-curling rhythm, extorting a sharp breath from your burning lungs. he wanted to savour the feeling and the way you looked so beautifully contorted in pleasure as he sunk back in deep with a fierce kiss, alleviating the want stirring inside your stomach.

“i need you.”

“i’m right here, never going anywhere.”

[monzamash]

lando who is the sloppiest, messiest pussy water ever. he will literally have you tugging at his curls and crying, but all he will do is laugh and hold you down so you can’t even move. he is actually pure evil

so this ruined me so much that i had to write a whole arse mini-fic for it 😂 thank you so much, i had so much fun writing it x

[monzamash]

charles trying to be gentle with you for the first time and talking you through it if you were feeling nervous

charles would be so thoughtful and definitely trying to quell your nervousness even though his hands are shaking and his heartbeats picked up seeing you splayed out, waiting for him to make a move.

that’s when he would start to over compensate, yapping away as he climbs up onto the bed, preparing you (and most definitely himself) for what you’re about to do, mumbling, “i could do this or we can do that… only if you’re comfortable or we could- ” and you would have to cut him off with either your finger tip gently pressed to his lips or a sweet kiss to shut him up.

the tables would turn pretty quickly into you being the one to calm his nerves and he would just sigh, knowing that he’s got this.

[monzamash]

hey everyone 🥰

i still have about 15 blurb requests sitting in my inbox for our ✨monza musings✨ series - a couple will be turned into longer fics, like an off the record fic from landos miami win and one that i’ve been working on for months but we’re getting through them, albeit slowly lol but y’all know me by now.

so my question isssss and yes it’s going to be a poll because i’m indecisive and you love me…

[monzamash]

feeling really inspired to write but it’s way too overwhelming to tackle the longer form wips i’m juggling so i thought it might be fun to start a little chit-chat, rambling tag where you guys can send in your thoughts about drivers or scenarios for me to elaborate on - it could be a new idea or something from a past fic that you want more of or “how do you think this driver would do xyz” it can be spicy, angsty, funny, fluff… literally anything within reason!

i love just writing off the top of my head and not overthinking it so work your magic y’all - my inbox is open ✨

[monzamash]

monza musings is in full swing ✨

thank you all so much for getting involved, the messages y'all have sent in are so stupidly hot and brilliant and i'll be queuing them up over the next couple of days. if you want to send in your rambles, scenarios, thoughts etc. about any of the drivers tagged below for me to vibe off, my inbox is wide open. love you all x

[monzamash]

so so soo sick at the moment but i've been chipping away at some blurbs tonight and will hopefully post something new tomorrow 💖 hope y'all enjoy the race while i'm praying for a rbr dnf in my dreams lol x

[monzamash]

gonna smash out your blurbs this weekend guys! i’ve tried to write in my spare time after work but got nowwhere tbh and i still need to proofread the ones that are queued.

the good news is that ive jotted down some quick notes for most of them so you should be seeing them sooooon. the next one is my favourite (shh don’t tell anyone) ✨

[monzamash]

valentine — lando norris

lando norris x you femreader | 1k rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) inspired by this anon – you took me places and i'm so grateful.

lando screams messy to me, in everything he does – cooking, cleaning, kissing, fucking; he’s just one big mess of a man and although some of those things drove you up the wall, the positives easily compensated for the negatives. the way he had you riled up, purring and cursing under your breath within seconds of having his mouth attached to yours was unmatched; incomparable to anyone who came before him.

he shamelessly indulged in you – eyes glued to the way your delicious hips swayed to the music while the raw desire settled in the pit of his stomach. he had learned how to control it, how to redirect his attention but he was 4 shots of patron deep, mind filled with wicked thoughts, every last one rushing to his dick. so he held strong, until he couldn’t – nothing could stop him in his pursuit to have a taste of you once he let the devil in.

“stop it are you being serious right now?”

your pathetic protest was mumbled through tangled tongues, both desperate for more than a hasty kiss. god, he loved swallowing your whispered moans, each one whinier than the last as he licked into your mouth and across your warm cheek. you were the mess when he found that sweet spot just below your ear, tethering the first knot in your stomach to the blood rushing to your core, fingers needy for something to hold.

“why not?”

you could hear the smirk in lando’s retort as you tugged his head from your neck – pulling a guttural, almost pleasurable sound from the smiling assassin attached to the fistful of curls.

“because you can’t control yourself”

“who said anything about me?”

lando punctuated his question with a heavy hand gliding across the soddened silk shielding your cunt, his fingertips teasing every last nerve ending as he pressed his forehead to yours. he was a vision of sin when you dared to open your eyes, the sight stoking the perilous fire that burned for him. a roguish smile and a satisfied hum rumbled in his chest when he felt the reaction he’d caused.

“hmm, isn't that interesting. maybe i’m not the only one with self-control issues…”

“not nearly as bad as you.”

"but i know you love it when i'm bad."

you were foolish to think he believed a word you were droning, so pliantly at his mercy when he plunged out of sight, admiring his handy work. lando hiked up the hem of your short skirt and carelessly tugged down the cotton soaked thread that had him salivating like a feral dog. he left them loosely hanging around your knees, down just enough to let the brisk, london breeze blow over your exposed cunt and far enough for him to nestle his face between your thighs.

it was muscle memory the way your back arched off the brick wall and hips rotated towards lando’s warm mouth – legs spread, hands trying to leverage some ounce of control as he licked into you folds, sucking the sensitive bud of nerves nestled between into his soft lips. the sensation of his affection and your pleasure sliding down his throat and on inside of your thighs inspired a chorus of moans that echoed into the silent night – the only thing keeping the public from baring witness to your sinful act was the emergency exit door lando had lured you through only moments before.

the fear that anyone could find you like this vanished the moment lando spat messily into your cunt; the only thing connecting him to you were strings of spit dangling from his filthy mouth.

“fuuuu- yeah just like that,” your breathing was ragged and drawn from burning lungs as his middle finger teased your slick hole, edging your high with an evil grin.

“ride my fucking face, pretty girl… i need a taste.”

you were fucking losing it.

lando dove back in; raucous spluttering and choking groans coming from the man devouring you like a melting popsicle on a sweltering summers day, paired with how fucking good it felt having his tongue circling your clit, had you whining and writhing on his tongue like a woman possessed – flat, firm and served up on a silver platter. he had to watch as the knots he’d tangled in the pit of your stomach unravelled, showering you with muffled praise while the soft baby curls tickling the nape of his neck were savaged by your grabby hands.

the incoherent pleads of mercy sounded like a foreign prayer to lando as he held you firmly in his grasp, tongue lapping unrelentingly. cruelly – any longer you thought you may never reach it, unfairly denied until the restless pants and murmurs of blasphemy ascended into temporary bliss, blinded by the numbing pleasure as you dragged your languid hips over his taste buds, one, two three times – wringing out every last drop and then some.

lando was a mess of moans as he finished you off, curls and eyes wild beyond recognition when he finally rose from between your aching thighs – his dribble and your sweetness coated his stubbled chin, thick neck; even the blushed tip of his nose glowed under the streetlight above, lips raw and curved in a fucked out grin.

“you’re so baaaad baby” he teased, earning a soft smack to the chest before he brushed his warm hand over your cheek and leaned down for a kiss. tasting yourself on his lips and inhaling the smell of sex fused with his spiced aftershave was love personified. he was boyish and sloppy; fun and goofy and the only man who could make you come just by using his mouth. he was also unequivocally, heartbreakingly, head over heels in love with you.

“that’s why you love me.”

the sound of your laughter echoing through the otherwise abandoned laneway, wrapped up in one another, only reiterated that this was his best-worst idea ever.

[monzamash]

currently down under in the formula one pit of despair 💅🏼 — masterlist below the cut

hey i'm cate! i'm a lover of boys in fast cars and a writer (sometimes). my blog is mostly f1 with a bit of this and that on the side so thanks for hanging out x

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— writing for lando, carlos, kevin, charles (f1) & pato (indy)

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(sorted by driver & most recent)

daniel ricciardo one shots

cardinal sin ^ tears and scraped knees it's impossible to win one of my kind ^ down under ^ say yes to life ^ the best man ^ strawberries and cream ^ there when you call ^ unless you like that ^ lights up red desert

blurbs

on our side birthday boy ^ "i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” "you sent me naked pictures!"

lando norris one shots

valentine ^ smile you're on camera ^ lost in japan ^

series

off the record ^ — save it for the bedroom ^ (scene from off the record) the good, the bad and what could've been a three-part series (completed) ^

blurbs

freckles needed me do i look like i'm joking? ^

charles leclerc one shots

itch ^ — parlez-vous français? (sequel to itch) ruin the friendship ^ when we first met

carlos sainz one shots

to be loved not in the mood ^ "i'm not jealous, you're just mine" ^

kevin magnussen one shots

keep you warm

pierre gasly one shots

drive me crazy ^

tags

#monzamashmasterlist for all of my work so far #mmficrec for fic recommendations ask box is always open #monzamail

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