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Lestappen Kinktober 2025

Day 11: Service Top (Top!Max x Bot!Charles)

Summary: Max wants to make his lover feel good.

In the soft glow of their bedroom, candles flickering like distant stars, Max knelt between Charles's spread thighs. 

The air thrummed with a quiet intimacy, a sacred space where power and tenderness entwined like lovers' limbs. 

Charles lay bare before him, his cock hard and curving against his stomach, flushed with anticipation, his eyes locked on Max—trusting, open, a silent plea that stirred something deep in Max's chest. 

Tonight Max's world narrowed to this: fulfilling Charles's every desire, his own pleasure a mere echo of Charles's ecstasy. Whatever Charles wanted, Max would give, without hesitation, his dominance rooted in devotion.

"You're everything I need," Max whispered, his voice low and reverent, hands tracing the lean muscles of Charles’s hips with feather-light touches. His fingers danced over the sensitive skin, coaxing shivers that made Charles's breath hitch. 

Max's own cock strained painfully against his jeans, a throb he willfully ignored—his arousal was secondary, blooming only from the sight of Charles's need, from the way his body responded to Max's care. "Tell me, love. What do you want? Anything—it's yours."

Charles bit his lip, a soft whimper escaping as he shifted, his fingers curling into the sheets. "Touch me... prep me slow. Make me feel every bit." His voice was husky, laced with that vulnerable edge that pulled Max under, subspace hovering like a warm mist.

Max nodded, eyes never leaving Charles's, his heart swelling with the privilege of this trust. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, warming it between his palms before slicking his fingers generously. 

Leaning down, he pressed kisses along Charles’s inner thigh, lips grazing the tender flesh as he circled Charles’s entrance with one finger, teasing, waiting for the subtle arch of hips that signaled readiness. When it came, Max slid in slowly, the tight heat enveloping him like a promise. 

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idk what drugs I was on here probably yearning and unrequited love (be ready for the devious hatesex tomorrow)

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Day 8: Sex toys + Punishment (Top!Max x Bot!Charles + chussy)

Summary: Charles gets a bit too comfortable around Carlos. Max quickly reminds him who he belongs to.

It had been a tense weekend at the track. Max had dominated qualifying, but Charles—always pushing, always testing—had crossed a line. 

During the post-qualifying cooldown, Charles had draped himself over Carlos in the Ferrari garage, their heads bent close, his hand resting on Carlos’s chest as he whispered something soft and private. 

Then, the kicker: Charles had pressed a lingering kiss to Carlos’s cheek, his smile too warm, too intimate, as he pulled back, eyes sparkling with something that looked dangerously like affection. 

To everyone else, it was just Charles being Charles—charming, tactile. To Max, it was a deliberate provocation, those green eyes flicking his way mid-gesture, daring him to react.

By the time they reached the hotel room, Max’s patience was frayed to threads. He locked the door with a sharp click, turning to Charles, who was casually tossing his jacket onto a chair, feigning nonchalance.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Max said, voice low and taut, stepping closer until Charles’s back pressed against the wall.

Charles blinked up at him, all wide-eyed innocence, lips twitching with a defiant little smirk. “What, Max? I was just talking to Carlos.”

Max’s hand shot up, fingers curling around Charles’s throat—not tight, just enough to feel his pulse hammering. “Talking?” His voice was a dangerous purr. “You think I didn’t see you? Practically climbing into his lap, kissing his cheek like you’re his fucking lover?”

Charles shivered, breath catching, his thighs pressing together as heat bloomed between them. “It was just a kiss on the cheek, Max. Friendly. European. You know how we are.”

Max’s thumb pressed harder against his pulse, eyes narrowing. “Friendly doesn’t look like you staring into his eyes like you’re about to propose. You’re begging for it princess. Begging for me to remind you who this—” his free hand dropped, cupping Charles’s mound through his jeans, “—belongs to.”

Charles whimpered, hips twitching into Max’s palm, already betraying him. “Sir—”

“Strip,” Max ordered, stepping back, arms crossing as his gaze burned into Charles.

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(guys its so hard to find photos for the moodboards without having to straight up paste a photo of a dildo since that's like basically the main plot point of this chapter😭😭)

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Day 7: Ribbons (Bot!Max x Top!Charles)

Summary: Max and Charles set out to buy ribbon for wrapping Christmas presents. Max doesn’t understand why Charles keeps looking at him like he’s the one that needs wrapping too.

“Ma-ax,” Charles whined, clutching two enormous spools of crimson satin ribbon to his chest like they were precious artifacts. “Here, one for you, one for me. They’re perfect—look at how they shine!” His accent curled around the words, pleading and insistent, his eyes wide with a mix of hope and indignation.

Max crossed his arms, unmoved, one eyebrow arched. “No way, Charlie. One’s enough. We’ll barely use half of it. Put the other back.” His voice was firm, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes—like he knew he was poking a bear.

Charles’s pout deepened, his shoulders slumping dramatically as he hugged the spools tighter. “You’re no fun,” he muttered, his voice dripping with exaggerated hurt. He turned away, chin tilted up, and marched to the next aisle, the ribbons still in his arms. “It’s Christmas, Max. We need a little extravagance. A bit of joy brought to our lives after this awful season.”

Max rolled his eyes but followed, unable to suppress a small grin at Charles’s theatrics. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, but there was no heat in it. 

Charles glanced back, catching the softening in Max’s expression, and his pout morphed into a sly, triumphant smile. 

By the time they reached the register, the basket was suspiciously full. 

Ribbons, glitter pens, metallic name tags, tiny gold bells that Charles claimed would “make the wrapping musical.”

Max opened his mouth to argue — then sighed and handed over his card. He’d lost this battle the day he first laid his eyes on Charles Leclerc.

Back at their apartment, they sprawled across the living room floor, surrounded by wrapping paper, tape, and a scatter of gifts. 

The crimson ribbon gleamed under the lamplight, its satin surface catching every flicker. As they tied neat bows around each package, Max’s earlier point was proven—they used barely a quarter of one spool. The second sat untouched, a silent taunt.

Max leaned back on his hands, smirking. “Told you so,” he said, gesturing to the barely dented spool. “One was enough. Now we’re stuck with all this extra ribbon. What the hell are we supposed to do with it?”

Max expected annoyance, maybe some curses mumbled under Charles's breath at being proven wrong.

But unexpectedly Charles’s lips curved into a smirk—dark and dangerous—his eyes glinting with a hunger that made Max’s pulse stutter. 

He leaned closer, trailing a length of ribbon across Max’s wrist, the satin cool and teasing against his skin. “Don’t you worry, love,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with promise, his earlier pout nowhere in sight. “I’ve got plans for it.”

Max’s breath caught, his smirk faltering as heat crept up his neck. Charles’s gaze held him, unyielding, and in that moment, Max knew he was in for trouble—the kind he’d beg for.

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Day 6: Thigh Riding (Top!Max x Bot!Charles + chussy)

Summay: Charles is totally normal about Max's thighs. Totally. He just has this little thing he wanted to try...

Just like literally everyone who’d ever laid eyes on Max Verstappen, Charles was obsessed with his thighs. 

No, sorry—obsessed was too weak a word. 

Devoted, possessed, fucking enchanted. 

Those thighs were a goddamn marvel, thick and powerful, sculpted from years of racing, of commanding cars and bending tracks to his will. They were solid, unyielding, and when they flexed, Charles’s brain short-circuited.

Every time they fucked—whether Charles was on his back, legs spread, or straddling Max like his life depended on it—he’d lose at least five minutes just worshipping those thighs. 

His hands would roam, fingers digging into the muscle, tracing the taut lines like he was mapping a holy relic. He’d press his lips to them, bite gently, feel the heat under his tongue. 

Because holy fuck.

Yesterday, in their apartment, Charles had been on his knees, Max’s cock heavy in his mouth, when those thighs had closed around his head—just a slight squeeze, a teasing flex. 

Charles had nearly blacked out, his moan muffled, his entire body sparking like he’d been plugged into a socket. 

Honest to god, he thought he’d ascended. 

Heaven was real, and it was Max’s thighs trapping him in place.

So it was only natural that today, sprawled across their couch after coming back from another shopping spree, Charles’s mind wandered back to that moment. His gaze locked on Max, who was lounging in some too-small shirt and his signature skinny jeans, thighs spread wide like a fucking invitation. 

Charles’s mouth went dry, his underwear getting damp in his sweats. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Max,” he started, voice already a little wrecked, “I want something.”

Max’s eyes lifted from his phone, sharp and warm, a teasing glint already sparking. “Oh, yeah?” He tilted his head, lips curling into a grin that promised mischief. “What’s my Charlie craving today?”

Charles flushed, his fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt. It wasn’t embarrassment, not really—just the thrill of asking for something so specific. “I want to ride your thigh.”

Yes this is a love letter to Max's thighs. Have fun!

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Day 5: Public Sex (Bot!Max x Top!Charles)

Summary: Charles gets Max to sit on his lap during a stream. What could go wrong?

It was all Charles’s idea. It was all his fault. It was always his fault.

Max had been minding his own business — adjusting his mic, checking his camera angle, making sure the sim rig looked good on stream. Redline’s session was supposed to be chill today, just a few races with friends, nothing serious.

And that was exactly why he should’ve known better.

“Maaaax,” came the whiny drawl from behind him, the one that always spelled trouble.

He turned just in time to see Charles kneeling beside the chair, chin propped on Max’s thigh, eyes wide and pleading. The picture of innocence. “Max, I want to drive, just once! You said it’s nothing serious, so you’re not losing anything! You can sit beside me and talk with your friends while I drive, pleaseeee?”

Max sighed. He’d seen this movie before. “Charles, you said ‘just once’ last time, and we ended up playing for three hours because you ‘had to prove something.’”

Charles gasped, scandalized. “That was different! That was Mario Kart!”

Max just gave him an unimpressed stare. 

He should’ve said no. He knew it. He could already see it play out — Charles takes the wheel, gets competitive, beats half the grid, crashes once, blames the setup, and somehow Max ends up apologizing for it.

But then Charles tilted his head, smiled that soft, stupid smile, and Max’s common sense went right out the window.

But as Charles settled in he realized another thing

“Now where exactly am I supposed to sit? There’s no room for another chair, and I’m not sitting on the floor for two hours.”

That’s when he saw it — the slow curl of Charles’s smirk, the glint in his eyes that screamed trap.

“On my lap, of course, bébé.”

Max groaned. He should’ve seen that one coming.

And yet, as Charles patted his thigh invitingly, Max found himself moving closer anyway — muttering under his breath, “You’re impossible,” even as his heart beat a little faster.

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Day 4: Slut Shaming (Top!Max x Bot!Charles)

Summary: Charles likes to become a bit irresponsible when given the chance. Max makes sure he's the only one that gets to witness it.

Charles wasn’t a slut.

Maybe a little.

But only in a way that couldn’t spiral into a PR disaster — so technically, no, he wasn’t one.

Unless it was one of these parties. The kind where your phone was confiscated at the door, NDAs were signed in hushed hallways, and everything inside existed outside the world.

Here, he could breathe. He could exist without the constant camera flashes of Monaco life.

So if his shirt was nearly see-through and his shorts framed his ass like an invitation — that wasn’t his fault. It was everyone else’s problem if they couldn’t look away.

That’s how it always worked.

Until suddenly, right as he was about to climb into the lap of some yacht-scene guy he half-recognized, two strong hands grabbed him — not gently — and dragged him back into the shadows.

He yelped, twisting, until his back hit a wall and just as he was about to scream and curse at whoever dared to stop him from getting dicked down a familiar face loomed over him.

“Max?!”

Of course. Who else would it be. Who else could pull him off like that and get away with it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Charles?” Max hissed, crowding him in against the wall, blocking him from view. “Do you even know that guy?”

Charles blinked, heart thumping. “Why do you care? I don’t owe you an explanation. I’m an adult — I can shove my tongue down anyone’s throat if I want.” His gaze flicked over Max’s shoulder, only to see the guy already grinding into some girl, mouth glued to her neck.

Max’s jaw clenched. “That’s not responsible, Charles. He’s fucking nasty — probably crawling with every infection under the sun. He probably thinks of you as just another hole to fuck. You are not meant to be used like that.”

Charles shrank, the sting of Max’s words cutting sharp. And yet… heat coiled low in his belly. His lashes fluttered as he murmured, “But… what if I want to be?”

That made Max freeze. Then his expression shifted — darker, hungrier. A knee slid between Charles’s thighs, pressing up just enough to make him gasp.

“Then,” Max said low, leaning close enough that his breath ghosted against Charles’s cheek, “you get it from someone who’ll ruin you and take care of you. Someone who’ll fuck you filthy and then kiss you after.”

Charles’s pulse skittered. He let out a shaky laugh, hand bracing on Max’s hip as he rocked down against that strong thigh. “Have anyone in mind?” he whispered, eyes shining, daring.

Max’s lips brushed his jaw, teeth catching at the edge of his neck. “Wouldn’t you like to know… slut.”

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Day 3: Spanking (Top!Max x Bot!Charles + chussy)

Summary: Max and Charles get into an argument about the movie they should watch tonight. They have a weird way of compromising.

Charles knew he had a great ass.

Of course he had a great ass.

He even added a few more RDLs and hip thrusts to his workout just to maintain it — and Max sure as hell never let him forget it.

So getting bent over the countertop during a fight with Max about whether they should watch Zoolander, the amazing and timelessly funny movie that Charles insisted on, or some boring superhero flick Max chose, was… a weekly occurrence at this point.

And Charles also knew just how much Max liked his ass.

Especially the way it bounced when he spanked it.

So of course stupid arguments like this one always ended up with Max spanking the shit out of him until he was crying, whining, or begging to be dicked down.

The longest Charles had managed to hold out so far was thirty-two spanks. He wore that like a badge of honor. Ironic, considering Max seemed hell-bent on breaking that record tonight.

“Fucking hell, Charles, you really can’t just compromise, can you?” Max growled, his big hand clamping around the back of Charles’s neck, forcing his cheek flat against the cold counter.

“No, I can’t!” Charles fired back, his words muffled against the marble. “I don’t want to watch the Avengers for the third time! I don’t care if it’s good, I literally know the opening scene word for word! I saw this funny scene from Zoolander on TikTok and we just need to watch it, Max—fuck!”

His protest cut off in a sharp yelp as Max’s hand came down hard on his right cheek. The sting bloomed immediately, hot and sharp, and Charles’s hips twitched against the counter.

“Yes, you sent it to me,” Max muttered, rubbing the sore spot with maddening slowness, “and it’s the dumbest fucking shit I’ve ever seen.” His tone was flat, unimpressed, though his hand lingered, squeezing and kneading like he couldn’t help himself. “So no, we’re not watching it. Not unless I can sleep or fuck you through it.”

“No,” he snapped, wriggling in Max’s grip — not with enough force to break free, just enough to make his ass bounce under Max’s palm. “As partners, we should respect each other, and sometimes one side has to yield. And that side is you. I shouldn’t have to sell my body just to watch a funny little movie with my boyfriend, who’s such a pain in the—Putain!!”

The second slap landed squarely on his other cheek, louder and harder than the first. Charles gasped, the sting making his thighs tremble.

“Are you done?” Max asked coolly, his grip tightening on Charles’s nape, pinning him harder into the countertop. “And what’s this ‘selling your body’ bullshit, hmm? Charles, I can see you’re wet already.”

Right, fuck. He forgot he was wearing only panties. Red panties. Rosso Corsa panties. Max could probably see everything. 

He’d chosen the oversized shirt and panties combo tonight because it was hot in the apartment. Because it was comfortable. Because maybe he’d secretly hoped Max would take the bait.

Sue him.

Max’s palm slid down, pressing firmly between Charles’s thighs, right over the damp patch that had already formed in his panties. Charles groaned, humiliated and achingly turned on all at once. He tried to bite back a sound, but it came out anyway — a whimper, thin and high in his throat.

“Fuck you,” Charles spat, though his body betrayed him, arching into the touch.

Max chuckled darkly, dragging his thumb slow over the wet cotton. “So that’s what you want, huh?” Another sharp spank made Charles cry out, his ass jiggling under Max’s hand. Max’s voice dropped, low and rough. “Then I’m more than happy to provide.”

Yes, including Charles's ass in the mood board was necessary. I mean look at it. Insane.

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Day 2: Bondage (Top!Max x Bot!Charles)

Summary: Charles allows Max to practice Shibari on him. What could go wrong?

Charles agreed to this because he had a big, stupid, ridiculous crush on Max.

But he was starting to slowly regret it.

Why, you might ask?

Because as Max tightened the last loops around his thighs, Charles felt like his entire body was vibrating. 

Overwhelmed. Restrained. And all too aware that this wasn’t just anyone tying him up.

It was Max.

Max — his best friend for twelve years. Max — the boy he’d been secretly, hopelessly in love with for at least seven of them.

And now Max was kneeling close, fingers deft and sure, pulling rope snug against his bare skin like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Bare, because Max had insisted it was better that way. Something about getting the pressure right, making sure it sat properly.

Charles had nodded along, trying to pretend it was logical, practical — when in truth, he knew he was clinging to excuses. Because the reality was that he was sitting there in nothing but flimsy shorts that barely counted as clothing, his pulse racing while Max’s hands moved over him.

And he’d agreed to this.

Of course he had. How could he not? If your best friend — the very same best friend you’d been crushing on for half your life — leaned in after one too many glasses of champagne and asked if you’d help them practice shibari, you didn’t say no. You said yes. Always yes.

Even when it escalated.

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Hi guys, I’m alive and look!!!

Lestappen Kinktober 2025

Written and directed by yours truly, hellafunny33!!

So much smut!! Every. Single. Day!!

I’ve been debating doing this for a while because… well, we don’t talk about my current update schedule 🤧 BUT I decided to go for it anyway! I’ll try to post every day since I already have a bunch of prompts written, but please don’t throw things at me if I miss one 🙏 I’ll do my best!

I’ll be following this Tumblr Kinktober calendar, but no spoilers on which prompts I’ll pick—you’ll just have to wait and see what each day brings 😏

Also, all my other fics are on hiatus until this chaos is finished. I’m sososo sorry!!! They WILL get finished. One day. Promise.

So, if you’re curious, here’s the link to the first chapter again!! (Warning: pure smut, don’t expect much plot)

Day 1: Creampie (Top!Max x Bot!Charles + chussy)

I’ll Shape You Until You’re Mine - dark romance, mafia fic starring spy!Max x mafioso!Charles

Max was supposed to be the knife in the dark—the quiet beta spy sent to find out what Ferrari's new groundbreaking drug was. Instead, he ended up tangled in his own feelings for Charles Leclerc, a powerful alpha who seemed to see right through him. When Max falls asleep in enemy territory and wakes with a strange mark on his arm, he doesn’t know it’s already too late.

OR: Max sometimes wishes he was an omega and Charles is there to help (even if Max begs him not to)

Morally dubious? Absolutely. Possessive as hell? Without question. But hey — there’s a happy ending in sight. (I think? Depends on whether you’re willing to toss your morals in the bin and just enjoy the ride.)

Totally platonic bromance with no romantic undertones whatsoever 😊

sketch that i decided to colour and came out pretty ok

Lestappen Race Week Debriefs - ongoing mini-series inspired by the chaos of the 2025 season.

A collection of ridiculous, smut-filled one-shots dropping every race week — because sometimes the only way to survive the madness is with a little unhinged escapism (smut heals all, trust guys).

Brace yourselves for frequent Ferrari, FIA and Red Bull bashing — as well as Lestappen being disastrously obsessed with each other.

Home Is Where You Wait For Me — soft, ongoing Lestappen fic starring babysitter!Charles x driverdad!Max

Charles just wanted a side gig—he didn’t expect to end up babysitting for Max Verstappen—single dad, F1 legend, and completely out of his depth. The job was supposed to be simple. Falling for the employer wasn’t part of the plan.

OR: Max and Charles descend into the oddly domestic life with Lily in the center of it all

First time posting anything ever on tumblr—hope you guys enjoy!