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rafeyybabyy · 16 days ago

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max verstappen // mv1 fic recs

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one shots

fluorescent - @scuderiahoney

“motorsport is a dog eat dog world, and you know that better than most. it’s not often you meet someone who understands, who shines a light on all the darkness, but max might just be the perfect person for it”

first loser - @itsgodepi

“in the wake of a disastrous race, you're caught under the media's unforgiving glare. your every move and word being dissected for days on end as you simply try to navigate your rookie year in formula one. It is just your luck that your opponent in this fiasco is none other than the famously outspoken max verstappen, whose relentless jabs only add to your frustrations”

zandvoort, nl - @frogstappen

“you watch max's home race from the red bull garage”

a different light - @userlando

"you weren’t just friends. friends didn’t touch you the way he did (or the one where max has an epiphany and realizes he's in love with his best friend)"

coming of age - @keerysfreckles

“in which a silly bet between the two redbull drivers becomes a reality when y/n wins the first race of the 2024 season”

tying you to me - @pierregazly

“[4 times] in which something coincidentally led back to max, and the [1 time] it turned out nothing was just a coincidence (in which everything has always tied max to you)”

denial is a man’s best friend - @marlenesluv

“ y/n and max have been friends since karting years, and now? now, they’re teammates at redbull. they are one of the best teammate duos in the grid, but what happens when max catches feelings?…or when everyone but them notices they are in love but themselves”

baby steps - @forteafy

“you've always been mercedes golden girl; your life and career have been set out in stone. all it takes is for your ultimate rival to change that all”

pick you up - @scuderiahoney

“when Max has one too many gin & tonics, you’re the one who picks (him) up, every time he calls”

temptations - @no-144444

“you and max are on break and things get out of hand. nothing like tmz to mess things up, right?”

never an interruption- @fastandcarlos

“you’re all ready to celebrate max’s win with him, only when you find someone already there to celebrate, you begin to question the role you truly play in max’s life”

little big fan - @thef1diary

“your daughter runs off while you were in the middle of grocery shopping because she spotted max, her favourite driver. meeting you, max wants to know everything about you and your six year old. so of course he finds excuses to keep meeting you, starting with inviting you to the dutch grand prix”

series

rule breaker series - @coff33andb00ks

“max has it all...right? besides, he's too busy collecting trophies and completing side quests for anything else. until... you moved across a whole ass ocean to start over, uprooting you and your son's lives to become social media admin for cars that drive in circles”

smau

yuck! series - @maxlarens - smau

“your aesthetic interest in max verstappen is purely professional, you swear”

won gold - @maxverstappendefender - smau

“olympic snowboarder!gf x mv1 (max being a complete simp for someone that doesn’t even know him)”

miami baby - @norrisainz33 - smau

“actress and avid f1 fan visits the paddock for the first time and she is a certain world champion’s celebrity crush”

worlds biggest fan - @astonmartinii - smau

“y/n is the president of the official max verstappen fan club, but nothing can come of that, right?”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

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shovson · 2 months ago

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Max Verstappen & Kimi Antonelli on Ted's Notebook

#max verstappen #kimi antonelli #f1 #b sides #alrighty!

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famouscherryblossommoon · 19 days ago

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Raspberry Leaf Dreams- Alpha!Max Verstappen x Omega!Female Reader (Part 1)

Title: Raspberry Leaf Dreams- Alpha!Max Verstappen x Omega! Female Reader (Part 1)

Pairings: Alpha! Max Verstappen x Omega! Female Reader, Checo Perez, Christian Horner (apologies), GP.

Summary: (Y/N) starts her new job at Red Bull Racing as the teams new data analyst, however she has been having strange dreams prior to starting. What unfolds is a cat and mouse game between an Alpha and a secret Omega.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Slightly Dark Max, Christian Horner lol, mentions of vaping, hints at sexual tensions.

Authors Note: Hello everyone I was bored and simping for Max but what is new there. Apologies this is unedited so there may be mistakes, I plan on making this a series so if you wish to be included in the taglist to be notified of the next part please drop me a DM! Manifesting a Max win in Austin tonight <3

Today was the day, you would officially be a part of the Red Bull Racing team. When your phone rang a few weeks ago you would never have expected that it would lead to this, you were being brought on board as a new data analyst.

Standing in your small kitchen the smell of freshly brewed coffee licked at your nose, the smell a familiar comfort for you. After a night filled with fever like dreams you desperately needed the hit of caffeine to start your day, your new life at Red Bull.

Sighing deeply the image of the person that had been plaguing your dreams the last few nights flashes across your tired eyes, you have to steady yourself on the kitchen counter as your head spins and stomach churns.

“Fuck this…” you grit throwing the cabinet open finding the small bottle of suppressants throwing a few back taking a swig of your freshly brewed coffee.

You were living in a world where when you came to a certain age you would present as one of three ranks: Alpha, Beta or Omega. Alphas and Betas were commonplace most people falling into one category or another, then there was the unlucky few who presented as Omegas. Omegas were seen as property, a body to own and use at an Alphas whim… alas you were one of the unlucky few.

The suppressants you had just taken would hide your scent and should any question your rank you would explain you were unpresented. Grabbing your car keys, coffee flask and work bag you make your way out of your apartment and headed towards the start of your new life.

After a short drive you arrive at the office pulling your ID round your neck and collecting your belongings making your way through security before politely knocking on the door of the office. Nerves rumble your stomach as the door opens and Team Principal Christian Horner greets you with a warm smile.

“Hello Sir, I am (Y/N) the new data analyst! Pleasure to meet you sir.” Extending your hand in greeting trying to muster every ounce of confidence in you.

“(Y/N)!” He pulls you into a hug leading you into the room. “So good to have you on board get yourself settled the team will show you the ropes!”

You nod politely in thanks making your way towards a desk at the back of the room, the morning consists of getting to know the team learning the ins and outs of the office. There had been questions of your rank already explanations of not having a scent which you diligently (more like lied) that you were in fact unpresented.

In the afternoon you make you way to the kitchen boiling the kettle to make yourself a Raspberry leaf tea, lost in thought you hum to yourself waiting on the click of the kettle finishing boiling. Mug in hand feeling content you relax back at your desk focused on the screen analysing some of the data that had came through in the last few minutes. A scent tickles at your nose sending a shiver down the back of your neck, the smell lighting a fire within you. Your skin tingles, hair on your body raised as your eyes dart around looking for the source of the scent but panic sets in as you remember the dream from the last few nights.

In that moment you knew exactly the source of the scent and it spelled trouble, just as you were brought back down to earth the office door opens Christian popping his head in announcing to the team that Max Verstappen had arrived and would be popping in in a few moments.

You shrunk back in your chair making yourself look small hiding behind your monitor gripping the tea in your hand to keep you grounded. Every instinct in you is telling you to run, to hide from the Alpha about to enter the room but the scent has you curious and so you remain out of sight hidden behind your workstation.

The room is buzzing with quiet chatter, the sound of heavy footsteps echo in the corridor outside indicating their intended destination is the office you currently reside. As the door swings open a head of light brown hair appears, his jean clad thighs stride in. Everything about him screams Alpha: his sharp cheekbones and strong set nose, his crystal blue eyes, his broad shoulders and stoic expression.

As the familiarities begin his gaze softening, a sliver of a smile grazing the corners of his mouth. His scent is heady, notes of amber and birch with a hint of coffee and leather. The scent invades every sense, making you dizzy and breathless you need to leave, you must hide. Just as you turn to see the door beside you leading to another corridor his voice echoes round the room his tone sharp.

“It smells different in here…” Max looks to GP who has a confused frown etched on his brow.

“Different…What do you mean it’s the same office, nothing has changed?” GP explains to Max still confused as to what the tall Alpha means.

Max moves from beside GP pacing his nose raised sniffing the air of the office, the look in his eyes has you panicking. A storm has formed in his eyes, dark and dangerous. Primal.

“Who has been in here?” His tone raised demanding an answer from the team whose expressions are bewildered.

You see this as an opportunity ducking from your desk silently opening the door to the corridor and heading outside desperate for a vape to calm the emotions rattling in you.

When you are out of sight Max follows the mysterious scent around the room leading him to your desk where your mug of Raspberry leaf tea sits steaming. He sniffs the air, hand grazing across the top of your chair.

“Whose desk is this?” Max bites, his tone warning demanding an answer from the team who appear panicked.

GP speaks up to answer his question “It’s the data analysts desk Max, what is going on?”

The room is eerily silent as everyone waits on an explanation from the Alpha stalking around your desk looking for any clue as to who you are. Outside you let go a breath you didn’t know you were holding, raising the vape to you lips inhaling your head resting against the stone wall behind you.

How could he smell you? You had been taking your suppressants, they should have worked. No one else in the office could smell you, so how could he? Did this have anything to do with the dreams you had been having the last few nights when you went to sleep.

Just as you turn to head back into the building you collide with someone just taller than you. From their scent you could tell he was an Alpha; your eyes are wide with panic.

“Mr Perez, sir I apologise I did not see you there…” in the presence of the driver you shrink in submission apologising profusely.

“It’s quite alright, you must be the new analyst everyone keeps talking about. (Y/N)?” he smiles down at you fondly extending a hand to shake in greeting.

“Yes, sir that’s me, (Y/N)! Pleasure to meet you, apologies again for almost taking you out.” You laugh nervously shaking his hand.

“Please (Y/N) call me Checo.” He is insistent. You nod politely agreeing to his request.

“I best head back upstairs get back to work.” You huff a small laugh, smiling at Checo who is standing with his arms folded and a fond smile on his face.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, if my instincts are telling me anything its that Max is looking for you. He seems pretty on edge, irate even best not to go just yet." He states looking sympathetic.

“How…” you begin to question how he knows it is you looking panicked.

“Raspberry Leaf tea, I could smell it on you when you bumped into me…” he steals the words from your mouth before you can question how he knows.

“Shit!” you look around you, thoughts a mess amid your panic. He places a gentle hand on your arm shaking you from your thoughts.

After some words exchanged Checo assures you that your secret is safe with him, he shows you a little kitchen in another part of the kitchen where you can hide for the moment whilst Max searches for you.

After some time hiding away you can no longer smell the Alpha who has been trying to hunt you down. The rest of the day goes by without a hitch despite a few concerned glances cast your way, the same routine continues throughout the week of working and hiding anytime you catch a whiff of that scent opting to bring the suppressants with you to work doubling up your efforts to hide your identity.

However, race weekend approaches faster than you anticipated and you now find yourself in the paddock on race day. Hiding away out of sight further into the building, steering clear of the pit. It’s less than an hour until the race and you head to the kitchen for a mug of Raspberry Leaf tea ready to focus on the day ahead.

The click of the kettle shakes you from your trance as you delicately fill your mug with boiling water adding a dash of cold water. Raising the mug to your mouth you blow on the steaming tea gently taking a small sip before lowering it to rest on the counter you have your hip resting on.

You stand enjoying the small moments of silence before chaos descends in a short time, the tip of your finger tracing round the lip of your mug as you hum a tune softly lost in thought.

The hair on the back of your neck stands on end as you almost drop the mug, you can smell him. You quickly rush to gather your things to leave before he finds you, just as you have everything you go to pick up the mug on the counter your back turned to the door.

A low primal growl comes from behind you as a pair of large hands slide on your waist, you can feel a nose pressed to the nape of your neck inhaling your scent. A satisfied grumble coming from the person behind you. Their fangs grazing your neck scratching gently, you are breathless and frozen.

“Found you schat”

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germancarssince1946 · 11 months ago

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2012 Ford B-Max

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#2012 #ford #b-max

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vivwritesfics · 7 months ago

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So mick or max

Heat/rut

Reader having been waiting for it and purposely flirting with others people to trigger it

(Driver doesn't Wang to mate cause he has seen how much in pain a human can be if mated to a wolf)

Now that has been thrownxoit the window

Reader being fucked seven ways to sunday, being mates cuaee they are literally begging for it 🫠👹👹

Throw ib some breeding kink and a worried driver afterwards and it is 👌🫶

I LOVE YOU

Hope you feel better 🫶🫶🫶

ILYYYYYY and I went with Max bc I don't write mick lol - also I haven't written abo in maybe three years so I'm a little rusty but damn I've missed it.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, smut, oral (fem!receiving), p in v, biting, hickies, breeding kink

Max could have killed her. Not literally, he loved her too much to let his instincts take over like that. Well, his instincts would have told him to protect her.

The way she was giggling with Daniel and hanging off of his arm, Max let the growl rip from his throat. How dare she even think about touching another Alpha.

But it wasn't her fault. She couldn't understand the surge of emotions he was feeling when she was so utterly human. But she was his human.

She turned to Max, batted her pretty eyelashes at him and walked away from Daniel. Max released a breath, but he didnt have long to stay calm. Because then she was walking towards Charles.

He may have been a Beta, but he shouldn't have been scenting her like that. What the fuck was he doing, pressing his nose against her neck like that? If only Max had the guts to claim her, Charles wouldn't dare.

When she made a move towards Esteban, a Beta Max didn't particularly like, he growl and grabbed a hold of her, practically throwing her over his shoulder like a ragdoll.

"Max!" She squeaked, almost excitedly. If she was like him, she would have been able to feel his anger. But she was too human for that.

Max carried her to his drivers room, not caring about the others around him. The world knew about his mate, since he simply couldn't stay away from her.

Once in his drivers room, Max set her down. "What do you think you're doing?" He growled, sticking his nose into her neck and scenting her. She smelt like Daniel and Charles, and he hated it.

The laughing and giggles had stopped as he stared down at her with his steely blue eyes. No, she had become almost sheepish under the stare of the big bad wolf. "I, uh, I heard that jealousy can trigger a rut," she mumbled under her breath.

"Liefde," he said through a groan, nosing at the spot where the mark of his claim over her should be. "Why on earth would you want to do that?"

She pouted at him as he pulled away. "You always say you race better after a rut."

Max let out a laugh, one that reverberated through his chest. "Can you let me get through this race weekend first? And then maybe it will come about naturally."

She knew what he meant. Triggering his rut now would stop him from racing all together. There would be no way to remove him from the bed, remove him from her cunt. Trigger his rut now and he wouldn't stop until his seed filled her belly.

She'd been through one rut with Max before. It was more intense than anything She'd ever been through before. But she loved it. Max, though, he'd been panicking, worried he'd been hurting her through his muddied brain.

She let him get through the weekend. Wore his shirt, his hat, made sure she smelt like him before he raced.

Of course, he won. Maybe it was his desperation to get back to her.

The moment he crossed the finish line, she was in his arms, kissing him the moment he took off his helmet. A win always meant sex, plus his rut was definitely coming.

Max couldn't wait to be done with all the usual formalities. The interviews, the podiums, the meeting with the team. He was irritable, desperate to get to where she was waiting in his hotel room.

As soon as he was done with everything, he made this way back to the hotel. He was rushing, desperate to get back to her.

If all of his flirting with Max's pack mates didn't trigger his rut, seeing her sitting on his bed in the prettiest little negligee certainly did. Maybe it was the smell of her that had a growl leaving his lips and his eyes flashing as he stared down at her.

Immediately he was tenting his pants. She just looked so goddamn pretty, he couldn't get enough. Immediately he pressed his lips to her own. For two seconds, it was sweet.

But then Max had taken over completely, his tongue in her mouth, lips bruising against her own. He moved his lips to her neck and began kissing down the right side. He paid special attention to where her mating mark should have been. But Max wouldn't give her that mark, not until he had a clear mind.

He didn't notice that his hips were grinding against her own. But she was whining as he did, gripping his shoulders.

If Max had more control over his own body, he would have pulled back, would have told her to get out and to let him take care of it on his own. But, in that moment, all he wanted was his girl.

She whined out his name as her fingers reached down to try and pull off his jeans. But the way he was holding her, she was unable to get a good grip. "Need you," she cried through a whine, hands returning to her hair.

Through his muddied mind, Max managed to understand her. Maybe it was because he was feeling the exact same thing. He popped the button on his jeans expertly (his gaming had left him with incredibly skilled fingers) and pulled down the zipper.

But he didn't free himself, not yet. First, he needed to taste her.

His fingers pulled up the material of her negligee, bunching it around her hips. The noise pulled from his lips was inhuman as his lips met the skin of her thigh. God, he loved it, loved noises she made as his lips got closer and closer.

The feel of his tongue running through her folds shouldn't have come as a surprise. But she still released a gasp. "All mine," he said against, the vibrations of his words sending a shiver through his body.

As he sucked at her clit, his fingers moved to penetrate her, the squelching sounds obscene as they filled the room. Her hips rolled against him, riding his fingers Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging and pulling. She cried out his name and he grunted.

Her movements were desperate and frantic as she chased her own release. Max had stopped moving his fingers, lips still working as he let her work herself on his fingers.

But Max didn't let her come undone. He pulled away from her, eyes flashing as he freed himself from his jeans. He pulled her close, holding her legs up to her chest. He pressed his nose against her neck and inhaled.

As his cock pushed through her folds, he pressed kisses against her neck. If he could have said anything other than 'mine' as he rutted against her, he would have told her he loved her.

He set a bruising pace as she felt his teeth against her neck. She couldn't say anything other than his name, leaving her lips like a prayer. He rolled his hips against her own again and again, the pace he set animalistic and bruising.

It didn't take long until she came undone beneath him, body shaking as her legs clamped around his middle. Incoherent babbles left her lips as Max kept going, gripping her so fucking tight.

"Gonna fill you up," he said between grunts. "Gonna breed you until you're full of my babies."

His teeth sank into the skin of her shoulder, not hard enough to break it, as he came. His hips stilled, but he didn't pull out, body half laying against her own.

When Max finally pulled out of her, he laid beside her and touched that spot on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, liefde," he whispered, fingers brushing the hickies and marks littering her skin.

The few minutes he had of clarity before he was ready to go again was spent cuddling. He was going to fill her over and over again for the next few days and, if she wasn't on birth control, there was no way she would have been coming out of this rut not pregnant.

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