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There will not be a new post or writing because the hyperfixation wears off💕💕

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Sorry for not writing😔😔 have moved on from this hyperfixation, but might write if I have time soon!

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Me because I wanna read maxiel x reader but am the only writer🧍🧍

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Am a Maxiel truther

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I wont hide this anymore

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I wanna write but this race results are killing my motivation

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Max is so babygirl I need to write sub!max fr

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I was gonna write, but that race results make me wanna jump

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It’s race week‼️‼️ the results will determine my mood for the rest of the week

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Its RACE WEEKENDDD

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The maxiel depression have hit again

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Sweet Nothings

Prologue/how you meet

Sweet Nothing | Break Up?

? Idk if this will exist bcs that shit humbles me😔😔

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Sweet Nothings | Break Up?

Pairing/s : Daniel Ricciardo x Max Verstappen x reader

Face claim : non face from pinterest

Summary : idk tbh

Warnings : dark!max, dark!daniel, smut, pet names, noncon elements, manipulation, will be added as the series go

Author’s notes : writing a threesome HUMBLES the shit out of me😔😔 was gonna cry writing this and I know the writing is bad please read it (yes this is a toto wolff reference😁😁) also this was not betaread. And also Daniel scares me here bcs I totally wouldn’t fall if this was Max’s antics but Daniel is just too convincing? His sweet and charming smile is so DANGEROUS because like he is so innocent and sweet looking.

You were always their obedient pet—until you weren’t. They could sense your growing restlessness, the way your eyes flickered before masking it with a smile. But they noticed, they always noticed.

The place you once thought would be your shared home, started feeling like a cage. A glamorous and luxurious one— but still a cage. Every inch of the house is monitored by a camera, every corner of the mansion patrolled by a guard. Every move you made was reported. They tried to keep it a secret, of course, but you could feel the constant stares from everyone around you.

You tried to ignore it at first, their sweet and comforting words assuring you it was just a precaution. They told you it was for your safety, to protect you from the dangers outside. But as the days passed, their reassurances began to ring hollow.

You tried to question them, asking why all these precautions were necessary. They just hushed you, saying it wasn’t worth the headache for you to know. "Just trust us," they would say, their voices dripping with false concern. "It’s all for your safety, princess"

"What's on your mind, princess?" Daniel's voice broke through your thoughts as he approached, nuzzling on your shoulder gently. You blinked, shaking off the fog of your reverie, and turned to face him, forcing a smile.

“Nothing, the view is extra pretty today” you replied, trying to sound casual. “What are we having for dinner tonight?” You asked, trying to change the topic.

Daniel smiled, his concern momentarily set aside. "I was thinking maybe we could try that new Italian place downtown. How does that sound?"

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Sounds perfect," you said, thankful that he didn’t ask more about your thoughts. “How about Max?”

"Max will join us later, he's working late," Daniel said casually, nuzzling on your shoulder. His touch was comforting, grounding you in the present moment despite your racing thoughts.

You nod absentmindedly, your mind racing with thoughts— how do you tell them you want to break up?!

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You inadvertently skimmed through the menu, your mind racing with other things. Max glanced at you, sensing your restlessness, before sharing a knowing look with Daniel. 

"Is everything alright, schat?" Max asked, his concern evident in his voice.

You forced a smile and nodded. "Just trying to figure out what to eat," you replied with a strained chuckle, hoping they wouldn't see through your facade.

Daniel and Max exchanged a glance, their concern evident. "You seem distracted," Daniel remarked, squeezing your hand gently. 

"I'm fine, what are you guys having?” You deflected, trying to steer the conversation away from your inner turmoil.

Daniel and Max exchanged another glance, a silent communication passing between them. Daniel leaned back slightly, his expression softening with concern. "I was thinking of trying the seafood risotto," he replied, his voice gentle, but you could sense his suspicions lingering beneath the surface.

You nodded before turning your head to look at Max “what  about you?” you asked, trying to deflect the attention away from yourself.

Max shrugged casually, though his eyes held a glint of curiosity. "I think I might go for the steak," he replied, his tone light but observant.

Daniel nodded in agreement. "Steak sounds good too," he chimed in, sensing your need for a lighter conversation.

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You are in the car on the way back to the mansion, contemplating the right moment to tell them when Daniel glanced at you, his brow furrowed with concern. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence between you.

Finally, Daniel broke the quiet tension. "Is there anything you want to tell us, princess?" His voice was gentle, but you could sense the weight behind his words, the unspoken understanding that something was amiss.

You swallowed, the lump in your throat betraying your nerves. "I-“  you stuttered, "I've been thinking and… I don’t think I am ready for a relationship " you whispered, terrified with their reactions.

“What?” You almost flunked when the car suddenly stop before moving again, Danny mumbled an apology and quickly focused on the road again 

"Is it something we said, princess?" Danny muttered softly. You glanced at the rearview mirror, checking Max's reaction. His face was emotionless, but you could feel the simmering anger beneath the surface.

“I-it’s just… I- I feel trapped,” you whispered, your voice trembling with fear. Despite Daniel's gentle tone, you could sense the undercurrent of his wrath.

He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “You are just uncomfortable with the new surroundings, princess. Let’s discuss this at home, hmm?” He said softly, his hand resting on your thighs.

You glanced at the rearview mirror again, and this time, Max was staring back at you. His eyes were fixed on yours, silently observing every detail with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine.

Daniel's hand remained on your thigh, his touch gentle yet weighted with expectation. "We'll sort this out," he reassured, his voice calm but tinged with an edge you couldn't ignore.

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Daniel carried you bridal-style through the mansion, gently placing you on the bed, Max was talking with the guards outside before joining you, you attempted to eavesdrop but it was too quiet.

“Is there anything you want to say, princess?” Daniel started, his voice gentle but you could sense the underlying tension on his words.

“I-I just think I am not suitable for this..” you whispered, feeling small compared to them.

“You will get used to it” Daniel hummed, caressing your face. “You trust us, right?” 

As Daniel's hand gently caressed your face, his question hung in the air, demanding an answer that weighed heavily on your mind. You hesitated, torn between the comfort of familiarity and the ache of confinement that had been growing inside you.

"I trust you," you replied softly, your voice wavering with uncertainty. "But I don’t think this life is meant for me." The words slipped out in a whisper, heavy with the weight of your decision.

Daniel's touch tightened briefly, his expression darkening for a moment. His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. But just as quickly, he composed himself, his features softening into a mask of gentle concern.

“Why don’t you give yourself some time to adjust, hmm?” He muttered softly, sitting you on his lap. “Don’t you love us?” 

You shifted uncomfortably in his embrace, torn between the love and security they offered and the need for autonomy. "I-i just..," you stuttered, your heart heavy with guilt. "I feel caged..." you whispered.

As you looked up and locked eyes with Max, you could feel how angry he was. There was no attempt to coax or comfort you; but you know that stepping out of this room is not an option.

Daniel's grip tightened imperceptibly, a subtle reminder of the power he held over you. "You're just confused," he insisted gently, his voice coaxing. “Why don’t we remind you how much we love you?” 

You knew what it meant, the subtle manipulation woven into Daniel's soft and gentle words. Yet, despite your resolve, a part of you couldn't help but be swayed by the familiarity and comfort he offered.

He turned you around, towering over you, his dark eyes burning into yours. The faint scent of jasmine and leather filled your senses, a familiar comfort that both soothed and suffocated you.  You knew what was coming, the intoxicating blend of pleasure and control that he wielded with such ease.

Daniel leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low rumble. “We’ll make you remember,” he whispered, his words a promise, a threat.  

Max gently lifted your chin, his gaze locking with yours before he leaned in and kissed you. “You are ours, schat. There is no escaping your fate.” 

The familiar sensation of his lips against yours ignited a spark within you, a flicker of the desire that he knew how to manipulate so expertly. It was a dangerous game, this dance between your need for freedom and the intoxicating pleasure they offered. 

You closed your eyes, trying to fight the pull of his touch, the whispered promises of devotion that danced on your lips. You knew you were trapped, held captive by a love that felt like a cage.

But even as you fought, a part of you craved the warmth of his embrace, the intoxicating sweetness of his touch. It was a poison that coursed through your veins, a sweet addiction that held you hostage.

“Just let go, princess” Daniel grins, his hand slipping onto your panties. “So wet already? We barely touched you” he mocked, his fingers teasing your folds.

Max quickly undo his belt and pants, throwing them onto the floor before guiding you to his shaft. “Suck.”

You slowly get down on him, trying to delay and tease him when he pushes your head onto it. “Don’t tease, schat.” He growls, his voice low. 

You grumble and start sucking him, your hand wraps around the base of his cock, your tongue swirling on the tip.

You gasped around Max’s cock as Daniel unzipped your dress, forgetting that he was there before focusing onto Max’s cock again.

You tried— but what were you supposed to do when Daniel kept rubbing on your clit. You pulled away from Max and looked at Daniel, your hand still stroking Max. “Dan” you whined, bucking your hips onto his fingers “Wanna cum” 

Daniel chuckled softly, “think you deserve it?” He mocked, his hand still rubbing on your bud. 

You were going to protest again when Max pushed your head onto his shaft again. “Focus, schat.” He grumbles

You huffed before sucking him again, focusing on his tip and occasionally bucking your hips on Danny’s fingers.

“Fuck-“ Max groaned, his voice rough “Am coming” he bucked his hips, shooting his load down your throat, forcing you to swallow it. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Max chuckled, “thought you wanted to be free?” He mocked, his tone laced with both amusement and challenge.

You turned your head and looked at Daniel with a pleading look “Can I come now?” You whined, grinding on his fingers, begging for friction.

You could see the apparent smirk on his face “yeah? Think you deserve it?” He chuckled before moving his position, “ride me” He commanded

You whined and complained a little before undoing his pants and sliding it off, slowly sinking on his cock.

He groans as he feels your warm cunt around him, his hands gripping your hips, it surely will bruise tomorrow. 

“Fuck- you feels so good, princess” He groans, bucking his hips up, hitting the places you never know exist

You quickens your pace, desperate to cum “C-can I come, please Danny” you whimper, pleading and begging him, so desperate for release.

“Come with me, princess” He groaned as he started thrusting up, his voice low and husky.

You gasped as Max suddenly kissed you, the world seemed to stop for a moment, leaving only the sensation of his mouth moving against yours. His hand gripping your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine.

You quickly snap out of it when Daniel’s grip on your hips tighten “Am coming-come with me, princess.” He groans, his thrust getting sloppy and desperate. 

You moaned onto Max’s mouth as you came, your body trembling at the intense pleasure. Your body plopped on top of Daniel’s as soon as you felt his warm seed filling you, too tired after the intense sex.

“Fuck-“ you cursed as you try to gasped for air which resulted on a chuckle from both of them. 

“Tired already, princess?” Daniel hummed, his voice laced with confidence.

You ignored his words and quickly dozed off to sleep. The last thing you felt was the warmth of their presence beside you, a fleeting sense of comfort before you drifted into a deep, dreamless slumber. 

“Silly girl, you could never escape us, princess” Daniel chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear

“At Least let her have the idea of escaping” Max chuckles, He reached out, caressing your face with a surprisingly gentle touch. "It makes the game more interesting," he added, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

Will you escape? Or will you fall for the sweet and comfort of your new life?

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Writing a threesome humbles the shit out of me

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Am three fols away from 100‼️‼️‼️

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am so sorry to the two inbox rhat have been rotting for months😔😔 the idea is not ideaing rn

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Sweet Nothings

Pairing/s : Daniel Ricciardo x Max Verstappen x reader

Face claim : non face from pinterest

Summary : I thought you were suppose to be professional??

Warnings : dark!max, dark!daniel, smut, pet names, noncon elements, will be added as the series go

Author’s notes : my hand was too itchy to post so here is a prologue to the mob!maxiel series

It was an unwritten rule- never ever get entangled with the clients. But what were you supposed to do when they reel you in with those sweet nothings? After all, humans have been defying the rules since the beginning.

It was just business, or at least that's what you tried to convince yourself—they stormed in like a whirlwind, sweeping away anything that dared to defy them.

It all started at the nightclub, nestled within the bustling nightlife of Monaco. It was just your average day of work, you arrived at the club 45 minutes before your shift, changing into your “work” clothes and applying your makeup, and stepping onto the stage. The lights were dim, the music was sensual, and the crowd was a sea of eager faces, some familiar, others new.

You were used to the attention, the admiring gazes, and the occasional conflicts among lovers. It was all part of the job. But that one regular night, everything changed. You have just performed your set, returning backstage, waiting for everyone to perform their part to check whether someone booked a private show.

You were just chatting with your fellow dancers, sharing a few laughs and swapping stories from the night's performances when the manager's voice cut through the lively chatter. Her announcement grabbed everyone's 

attention, casting a sudden hush over the room.

"37," you repeated under your breath, scanning the room numbers posted along the corridor. You took a deep breath and put on a smile before opening the door and gliding through the room. 

As you opened the door, you saw two men seated comfortably on the sofa, their gazes immediately drawn to you as you entered. The room was softly lit, casting a warm glow that accentuated their features. 

You could feel their eyes checking you out, their expressions unreadable. You walked towards them and decided to sit on the one with blue eyes’ lap. 

“Am Y/n” you murmured seductively, a smile playing on your lips as you pulled lightly on his tie, toying with it. His gaze locked onto yours, his expression stoic and unreadable as ever.

“Max.” He replied, his voice low and hoarse, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands gently settled on your hips. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

You gasped as the other guy lifted you onto his lap. "Just ignore him, princess, he is a bit of a stone" he grinned, his left hand steadying you. "I'm Daniel, it’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady like you." He kissed your hand delicately, his eyes locking with yours, as your heart raced with anticipation.

Goodluck.