#mv33 fluff

[multicohn]

summary: max’s gf seems to be getting more love than him

warnings: highkey sucks, short

pairing: fem! reader x max verstappen

genre: fluff, drabble

author note: about time i wrote max

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flashback:

max has always been a private person and after his breakup with kelly piquet, he became even more closed off. it was even rare for him to even participate in streams nowadays. however, what no one knew was max had been taking time to reflect ( not do anything stupid — gp ) and managed to bump into y/n.

now, monaco isn’t a big place, but he’s never seen her before.

max was oddly intrigued, but he had just ended a relationship — but, it didn’t hurt to be friends, right?

it took him two full days of just staring before finally making a move.

“what brand is your laptop?”

okay, it wasn’t the best, but it was something.

y/n looked up at the strange and furrowed her eyebrows.

“um — ( brand name )?” he nodded and walked off

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even to this day, y/n still teases max about it. back then, in his mind, he was proud of himself for actually saying something, but y/n thought he was a bit strange.

when they eventually became more friendly and comfortable around each other, he asked her out on a date. y/n was hesitant. she found out who he was and who he previously dated, his fans weren’t exactly the most supportive and she worried that it’d be the same, but max reassured her that he would say something if needed.

however, what none of them expected was how much love y/n would gain from them.

[ “he may be a 3 time world champion, but i will never understand how he bagged someone like her” ]

[ “MAX MOVE IM TRYING TO SEE Y/N” ]

[ “if i was dating someone like y/n, you would have to pry me off her — AWOOGA” ]

every time he posted, there would be comments asking about her. however, there was always one in particular would catch his eye.

[ “is your girlfriend single?” ]

he would just stare.

of course she isn’t single, they’re literally dating?

“you’re in the trenches mate” was what alex told him when he asked what they meant ( he needed someone who understood the internet )

“what?”

“it’s a good thing, don’t worry”

max didn’t think so.

call him possessive, but he felt the need to make them back off and posted a set of pictures for their anniversary along with a lengthy caption.

sadly, it didn’t work.

[ “i can call her the love of my life in a different language too” ]

[ “6/10 for spelling, 4/10 for punctuation, 3/10 for creativity” ]

[ “i could write more” ]

just like what alex said, max is in the trenches.

[gguk-n]

Dreamer's compass (Max Verstappen x Reader)

Summary- In a world where soulmates exist. Some people can see glimpses of their soulmates in their dreams. Max is happy his soulmate is also a cat mom.

Y/N grew up not really thinking about soulmates until she was nine or ten when she had the most vivid dream of being in some sort of racing car. It didn't look or feel like a car but it was going fast, really fast. There was no one on the track, just her soulmate, going round and round at a really high speed. She woke up startled because this wasn't her thought of a nice day or even a fun activity to do with her friends. She recounted her dream to her best friend and they tried to decipher what that could've been. Until, her brother told her what she was describing was a kart and her soulmate was probably into karting, professionally or recreationally. She couldn't wrap her head around why someone would do that, but to each their own.

The second time she saw her soulmate was many years later. She saw her soulmate in a racing set up. It was on a chair behind a screen. After a quick google search, she found out that was called a iracing set up. She was glad her soulmate had moved on from driving out by himself. This seemed a lot more safer. His house looked big and luxurious; he must be a streamer. She did try to find people who would fit the bill, but there were a lot of streamers and this was proving a lot difficult than she had hoped.

Max spent his whole life racing. For him, he knew nothing but Formula One. So, being able to see parts of his soulmate in a dream was a breath of fresh air. The first time he saw his soulmate was when he was seven or eight and she was singing songs, they were songs you hadn't heard on the radio but songs about the mundane tasks she was performing. She sang about watering her fake plants or cleaning up her toy area. Max woke up with a smile, thinking about his soulmate.

The next time he saw her, she looked beautiful. The sun's ray's were shining down on her, he couldn't make out her face properly but she was sat with two sheets in hand, as she strum her guitar, she wrote down the lyrics and the notes. She looked like she was having fun and laughing along to the lyrics she was writing down. He didn't want to wake up from that dream because from some of the words he could make out, she was writing about him, her soulmate.

Max had had a tiring day and fell asleep as soon as he got home. The scene that greeted him when he awoke, gave him a shock. There were not one, not two, not three but five cats in his living room. The five of them were doing there own thing. He knew he had a problem but he didn't remember picking the other two up. He was about to scream when a voice called out; "Dinner's ready" and Max turned to find his soulmate; in his house, cooking. He knew this was a dream; one he would think about till he met his soulmate. The pair chatted, her face still not clear, he could barely make out the features. To Y/N too, who was simultaneously in the dream, watched as her soulmate interacted with her cats. But she couldn't see his face, what cruel fate. The two enjoyed the domestic bliss that would be their reality if they met, until they woke up. Y/N woke up with a smile but was deeply saddened as to why she hadn't met him yet. Max felt like he hadn't felt this happy in a really long time. He wanted to meet his soulmate as soon as possible.

Just like that one of these days, Max came around a petstagram for two cats called pbndj with a brown and a orange cat, who looked eerily similar to the cats in his dream. He ended up following the page and as he found out more about the owner, only glimpses in the post but his heart felt like she was the one. He ended up dming her that he was her soulmate. She was rightfully shocked but when she found his iracing set up, it looked very similar to the one in her dream and decided to believe him. They ended up chatting for a really long time.

Eventually, they were able to plan a meeting time. They decided to meet at cafe. Max was nervous, he had reached earlier. He waited for her, checking every time the door dinged. Finally, Y/N walked in. Max stood up from his seat, when their eyes met, they knew. They were right, it was like all the memories of their dreams cleared up and they saw the face in their dreams clear up. They knew it was them. They walked towards each other and awkwardly shook each other's hands, soon falling into a comfortable conversation.

"I never understood that dream of you strumming your guitar and writing down something" Max stated, months after they met. "But now I do" he explained. "It's because you're a song writer" he smiled. "Bingo" she cheered. "I can't believe I have to deal with anxiety about your profession" she laughed shaking her head. "I'm so good, I'll manage" he cocked his head. "Sure you are, four time champion Max Verstappen" she smiled kissing his lips. "I just wish you were actually a streamer. You look hot" she stated. "Not while racing" he pouted. "I can't see you at all. You're a bobble head" she said. Max laughed deeply and nodded, "Agreed" he said. "You're coming right?" he asked. "If I can find a cat sitter" she stated. "Let's take them too." Max said throwing his hands up in the air. "That country has too many regulations. It'll take us months" she replied. "Mood kill" he stated. "Practical" she replied. "I'll make it. Don't worry" she kissed him on the cheek. Max smiled at her while she helped pack his bag for the next race.

[landososcar]

tacky tree ; MV1

pairing(s) ; dad!max verstappen x leclerc!reader

summary ; in which it’s the most wonderful time of the year and the house is almost completely decorated – except for the most important part.

warnings ; probably incorrect translations, tacky christmas tree because they’re more fun! no use of y/n. not edited.

“papa, when do we get to decorate the tree?” his son’s voice grabbed max’s attention and he immediately set down the fairy lights he was desperately trying to untangle.

max was trying his hardest to unravel the ball of string lights but it proved to be a harder task than what he had initially thought. his son stood in front of where he was sitting on the couch, impatiently waiting for the ‘go ahead’ to start putting his favourite ornaments on the tree, and max had to explain that “we can’t decorate the tree until we put the lights on, jules”.

a groan left the six-year-old boy’s mouth, he had been looking forward to decorating the tree the most of all. “grand-mère would have had the lights ready ages ago!” jules loved complaining – max often said he got his love for it from his uncle charles, and there was no real argument to the statement.

max chuckled softly at jules’ exclamation. “grand-mère also doesn’t have to deal with your sister trying to eat the lights,” he replied, glancing toward the corner of the living room where his four-year-old daughter was crouched. she held a tangled string of lights in her tiny hands, inspecting them with great curiosity.

“not eating, papa! i’m testing!” sophia chirped, her cheeks flushed pink with the excitement of the holiday season.

jules groaned again, this time dramatically collapsing onto the couch beside his father. “but we’ll never finish in time for santa to see it!”

“santa doesn’t come to check the tree, jules. he comes for the cookies and milk,” max reminded him with a smirk, “and to give boys and girls their presents.” max raised his eyebrows towards his son before continuing, “but only good boys who are patient,” he paused before getting up to save sophia from being engulfed by fairy lights, picking her up and putting her on his hip, “and good girls who don’t eat the lights for the christmas tree.”

before jules could fire back a sassy remark that would have reminded his father far too much of the boy’s uncle, a soft voice interrupted them from the kitchen. “have the two verstappen boys fixed the lights, or should i send in reinforcements?”

max turned to see you leaning against the doorframe, a tray of freshly baked cookies balanced in your hands. your warm smile was framed by loose strands of hair that escaped your festive headband. before you could continue to tease your boys, the six-year-old yelped, “mama! tell papa to hurry!” jules pleaded, scrambling to your side.

you laughed and ruffled his hair, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “let’s see if mama can work her magic.”

handing jules a cookie to keep him occupied, you sat where max was previously attempting to fix the mess of lights, and reached for the tangled lights. your fingers moved easily through the wires as you worked to untangle the mess, the cozy christmas scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air.

“mama is so clever, isn’t she?” max murmured to the girl on his hip, watching your nimble hands make quick work of the lights. sophia nodded quickly before leaning towards the plate of cookies as best as she could. 

max noticed her attempt at thieving a cookie and endorsed it by leaning down, her body still flushed with hers as she reached with both her hands, snatching a cookie. before the girl could begin eating her cookie, max caused her to gasp as he took a small bite from the cookie in her tiny hands.

“mama’s like grand-mère!” jules shouted back, his eyes wide with admiration, “they can both do anything ‘cause they’re the best!” jules declared, his face lighting up with pride.

“careful, jules, if you keep saying things like that, you might just end up on the extra good list this year,” you teased, winking at him as he beamed.

within minutes, the lights were untangled, and you handed them back to max with a triumphant grin, scooping sophia into your arms in exchange. “voilà. now, get to it, boys,” you said, tickling sophia’s tummy to make her giggle before continuing, “while they do the lights, soph, let’s go find your favourite ornaments!”

sophia clapped her hands excitedly. “the sparkly star! and the reindeer!” she squealed, pointing toward the box of decorations.

before the two of you could walk off, max wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, “i’ll admit, we’d be lost without you.” he left a kiss on your lips and both children protested.

“eww!” jules groaned, covering his eyes with both of his hands, while sophia, in dramatic fashion, pushed max’s face away with her tiny palms. “no kissies!”

laughing, you pried sophia’s hands off max’s face and carried her toward the decorations. “alright, no more kissies—let’s get this tree looking like a christmas masterpiece.”

while max and jules worked on stringing the lights around the tree (with jules shouting instructions that max tried valiantly to follow), you and sophia rummaged through the box of ornaments. “look, mama! it’s papa’s car!” sophia said, holding up an f1 car ornament painted in red bull’s signature colours.

you chuckled, taking the ornament from her little hands. “that’s right! should we put it somewhere special so everyone sees it?”

sophia nodded enthusiastically, and you carried her over to the tree. “papa drives that car!” she announced proudly before making ‘vroom vroom’ noises, earning both a loud chuckle and an approving grin from her father.

“do you think santa will like it?” jules asked as he passed max another strand of lights.

“i think santa will love it,” max replied. “it’s not every day you see a christmas tree with an f1 car on it.”

once the lights were up – though slightly uneven, thanks to jules’ ‘supervising’ – it was time for the ornaments. sophia insisted on placing all the sparkliest ones together in one spot, while jules picked the funniest ones, like a snowman with sunglasses and a gingerbread man with only one arm.

“you know,” max began as he hung a cat ornament that similarly resembled one of their three fur children, “some people call this a tacky tree, but i call it... creative.” jules passed the other two cat ornaments to max, insisting that they need to be next to each other so they don’t get sad.

“it’s festive!” you chimed in, balancing sophia on your hip as she placed a glittery unicorn near the top of the tree. you watched as your son stepped back like an artist proudly admiring their masterpiece.

after the tree was completely covered in colourful decorations, max hoisted jules onto his shoulders so he could place the star at the top. “steady, buddy... okay, now!” the moment the star clicked into place, sophia clapped wildly, and jules raised his arms in triumph.

“we did it!” jules cheered, and max carefully set him down before pulling you and the kids into a warm group hug in front of the brightly glowing tree.

“best christmas tree ever,” max echoed, his voice soft as he kissed the top of jules’ head, then sophia’s, before looking at you with a laugh, “no kissies for you, sorry”. you couldn’t help but laugh and agree with your husband’s statement, feeling the warmth of your little family wrapped up in the magic of the season.

“best christmas ever.”

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

no words *ೃ༄

Summary: max defends his girlfriend and gets into trouble

𖤓 mv x reader ⋆｡°✩

𖤓 fluff + slight humour (iykyk) ⋆｡°✩

masterlist ☾☼

y/n had been a fan of formula one since she was a child. every parental figure in her life had been a fan of the sport, so it was natural and she got into it too. thankfully, it also made her realise very quickly in life that she wanted to work in the field of motorsports. she wasn't sure yet, and she was still working her way to getting into the sport, but it was a sure, clear path for her.

after meeting max, and falling in love with him, everything had changed. her family approved of the two of them, obviously, and so had his, though she hadn't cared much about jos' opinion. y/n made it clear in the beginning that she wanted to work in motorsports and she wanted to earn her place. she refused to let max talk her up or anything, because he was the kind of guy who would do just that for his girlfriend. max agreed, and promised to keep their relationship private for as long as she wanted.

it had taken her a few years. she bounced from indycar to motorgp to nascar and eventually made her way to f1 as a journalist. she had gained far more experience than she would've gotten if she had only focused on formula one, and she was confident in her abilities to finally be formula one.

max and her had stayed strong throughout, even if they kept their relationship private. she had met and become friends with daniel, lando, carlos, and all of max's friends. they often played padel together as well. mix the competitive spirits that max and she possessed, it was always fun.

after a year of being in formula one as a journalist, max and y/n had decided that it was time to stop hiding. they skipped the soft launch part, and jumped directly into the hard launch phase that left a lot of fans shook.

unfortunately, it also got her a lot of hate. y/n went from being one of the best journalists in f1 to one of the most hated ones for the same reasons that she was loved. the fans adored her because she was a woman of colour making a name for herself in such a sport, and that her parents had sacrificed a lot for her and she was making them proud. now, she was hated because her success became max's story and how he put in good words for her and how she was only with him for the money.

it broke her heart, but max was someone who had received a lot of hate before in his life, so he taught her all the ways to ignore the comments and focus on what she did best. it helped a great deal, but it also made her determined to prove that her career had nothing to do with max.

it was getting better, slowly and over time. max and y/n promised to never lose their temper on the comments. a lot of interviewers and fans had also asked the other drivers on the grid to comment on their relationship, asking if it was ethical for a journalist and a driver to date. but the other drivers always responded with the same thing, always saying how they've known max and y/n for a long time, and their relationship was no one else's business.

unfortunately, after a particularly hard race, max finally lost his cool.

"well, max, it's safe to say that this particular race of yours wasn't the best that you've performed. what do you have to say about that?"

"uh, nothing, really. we just didn't have the pace, and with some mistakes on my side, i lost a lot of points. but, i'm sure we can cover it up next race." max replied.

"you don't have to worry about us writing a bad article about you. your girlfriend and we will only be writing praises, don't you worry. the only difference would be that we won't take your hard earned money like she does," the interviewer laughed, nudging y/n.

the cameras were all focused on them, there were fans nearby, and other drivers. everyone was watching. it was live tv. the entire world was watching. the thick crowd of an audience had their gaze fixed on y/n, and all she could do in that moment was hang her head and try not to cry.

that's the moment max lost his cool. y/n was standing right there, and the interviewer had disrespected her on a very public platform.

"actually, my girlfriend will always tell me what i need to hear, whether it's good or bad. y/n y/l/n, a well known journalist, who is also standing right there with you, will write exactly what happened on track, because that's the part that she reports on. she made her own career, so fuck you for dismissing all of it." max bursted, before he stormed off.

the interviewer was spluttering, not sure how to react, but completely outraged as he forced the fia to take actions on max's outburst. y/n slipped away silently, needing to go back to max.

later on, the fia decided to punish max for using "language during the fia sunday press conference". their decision: obligation to accomplish some work of public interest.

later, an interviewer asked him if he regretted his decision of defending his girlfriend and getting a punishment, max responded, “no.”

“so, what do you think of the punishment given to you? do you think it’s fair?”

“no words.”

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i hope you guys enjoyed this! i had a lot of fun writing this, mostly because i had no idea what my brain wanted me to write, but somehow i kept on typing. anyways, this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

[loveln4]

Can I request like a max verstappen fic with jealous max with a happy ending ? Just really whatever you feel like , thank you so much and I recently found your account and absolutely loved your works, stay safe 🤍

Thank you!!

Stay safe as well 🩷

as requested:

JEALOUS MUCH?

MAX VERSTAPPEN x CHILDHOOD FRIEND!READER

synopsis: Max is surprised by his childhood friend in Abu Dhabi. The last time they were together wasn’t ideal, has times changed?

WARNINGS: sexual tension, body kissing, teasing, licking…, head(female receiving), orgasm, fingering, vulgar language, jealousy durhhhh, piv sex, safe sex, fluff ayeee

Max had crossed the finish line, concluding the 2023 season. Cheers erupted from the grandstands and the garage, but this was all inevitable.

Everyone had known that he was going to win the race, hell everyone knew he was going to be the world champion.

He jumped off his car, cheering as if this wasn’t his nineteenth win this year. Heading toward his team he noticed someone out of place.

Taking off his helmet as he approached, looking down at her, “What are you doing here?” He was breathless. Why? It could be the race…or even because of the tragically beautiful sight in front of him.

His team patting him on the back, saying their congratulations but his eyes were locked onto her. The last time they had seen each other in person, things didn’t go down the way they would’ve liked.

“I’m here to see you.” She yelled over the cheers, “Congrats, Max.” She looked devilish in the night light, forbidden thoughts rushing to his head.

“I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” He looks back, seeing it’s time for him to get interviewed, “Meet me in my drivers room.” Before he could walk off someone had grabbed his arm.

Christian Horner was stood beside her, his hand stopping Max from walking away, “You treat this girl with a nice dinner, no clubbing until later.” He whispered into Max’s ear cautiously, “Too much cameras, you need to keep whatever this is professional until we talk to PR.”

“Yeah, yeah.” This caution made Max roll his eyes. Y/n and him were just friends, but the night they shared 6 months ago begged to differ.

“Max…” She moaned as he kissed her body gently, “Please.” Y/n whined as he started to strip her dress off her body.

He silenced her with a kiss, tasting the faint alcohol that she drank at dinner, “Be patient.” Max whispered against her lips.

Max went down toward her abdomen, leaving kisses and teasing her, licking up from her stomach to her chest.

Y/n’s legs clamped shut hoping for friction. Max laughed against her skin, entertained by the pain he’s causing her.

The door clicked shut behind him as he entered his drivers room. It was small, only housing a small couch, a fridge, a table and a tv mounted on the wall.

“Hey.” He greeted his friend who helped herself to a redbull from the mini fridge.

“Hi.” She took a sip, offering the can to Max, he takes it. “So, world champion…what’s the plan for tonight?”

This made him close his eyes, imagining her bare body on his bed just a few months ago. “Uh, dinner?” He asks her.

Nodding with a smile, “I was thinking a club? But if you want to have dinner first— I mean you’re probably starving, right?” Y/n stands and grabs her bag, “I’ll wait for you outside by the exit, take your time, you know? Talk to your engineer or whatever.”

She closed the door behind her, her mind reeling. His scent addictive and musky, reminding her of the night everything changed.

Her gasps were short and shallow, making Max hard through his trousers. He kissed and nipped at her core, causing her to shudder with every flick of his tongue.

She had tasted so good on his tongue that when she eventually had come undone, with a whine, he didn’t slow. Max held her down as she tried to escape from his mouth, “Max!” She cried in pleasure, this pleasure slowly turned into overstimulation as he stuck two fingers in her causing her to groan and gasp trying to push his head away, though he was to strong for her to do anything about the great amount of pleasure he was giving her.

After the second orgasm he stopped pumping his fingers into her and removed his mouth from her clit, though the flicking of his tongue was replaced with slow, painful circles endured by his thumb.

“You taste so good.” He whispered as he laid his head upon her stomach that was moving rather quickly as she tried to steady her breathing.

When Max was finally ready to celebrate his win and leave the track he found Y/n talking to another driver by the exit.

Y/n had laughed and grabbed Charles’ forearm . This filled Max with jealousy.

“Charles.” He coldly said, “Going out tonight?” He questioned him.

“Uh—planning to.” He replied, his smile faltering.

Y/n was no fool and could tell how the air shifted between them three, “Max should we go?” She asks, placing her hand on his bicep, “It was nice seeing you again, Charles.”

Charles bid them farewell as they now find themselves walking to Max’s car. Upon entering, Y/n could tell he wasn’t happy and the way Max slammed his car door just confirmed her suspicion.

“Don’t start slamming shit.” She warned as she buckled her seatbelt.

“The fuck, you telling me to do with my car?” He bit back as he did the same, buckling his seatbelt and turning the car on, the engine revving loudly.

Y/n had unbuckled her seatbelt and started collecting her bag from the bottom of the passenger seat, “Fuck you.” She said as she opened the car door but max didn’t allow her to exit as he reached over her and slammed the door shut keeping her inside.

“Look, i don’t want you talking to him when I’m not around.” He said as he started to slowly reverse out of his parking spot, “Put your seatbelt on.”

She listened to him and put the belt around herself, “Okay, dickhead. Charles and I were just catching up from the last time we saw each other.”

“You guys used to date.”

“Yeah, back when we were sixteen.” She huffed and crossed her arms, “Aww, little Maxie is jealous.” She stifled her laugh as she turned her head away from his face.

This remark caused Max to gain speed as he drove on the highway, “Don’t put me in a bad mood.” He warns.

“What’re you gonna do? Fuck my brains out again?”

This left them in silence for the rest of the car ride until Max parked the car and turned off the engine. “I thought we were gonna leave that in the past.” He turned to her.

“Kind of hard to so when you look at me like that.” She whispered to him.

Max looked up at y/n as she sat on his lap. Pure love and lust blinding each other.

His hard had filled her completely, earning soft moans and grunts from Max every time she moved her hips just a little bit.

“Y/n.” He whimpered her name as she started to move her hips up and down. His hands finding her soft skin, rough hands fitting perfectly. Max’s breath shuddered when she went a little faster, bringing herself down on him harder each time. He rested his head on her breasts, groaning as his cum emptied out of his tip, the condom collecting it.

They had laid on the bed together, tangled limbs keeping each other warm.

What they didn’t know is that the next day their whole relationship would change.

Max and Y/n had walked into the dimly lit restaurant together, earning looks from others eating dinner. Little kids waving at Max as they past by tables before getting seated in a small corner, tucked away from everyone else.

“Remember when we first came here?” Max questioned the girl who had been silent since exiting the car.

“No.” She lied as she flicked through the menu, “Why?” Y/n asked as she looked up at him through her lashes.

He nodded, clenching his jaw. “We came here for your birthday.”

“Huh,” She says, boredom creeping in her tone, “I don’t remember that.”

A waiter comes and pours them wine, he takes their orders and leaves with a flirtatious smile toward y/n.

“Fucking hell.” Max whispers harshly as Y/n eyes the waiter up and down, “You could do better.”

“Probably, but if better means you— i think i’ll stick with the waiter.” Y/n takes a sip of her wine, “Wait, i do remember this place.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, this was the place where Charles and I fucked for the first time when we got back to the hotel.” Y/n smirked as she took another sip, “Great wine, no?”

“Let’s go.” Max demanded as he stood up from his seat and took out a couple of notes placing them on the table, “Get up, Y/n”

“You heard what Christian said.”

“Stop being fucking difficult, Y/n.” He walked off leaving y/n with no other choice but to follow him.

Once they got outside and far from the restaurant she finally yelled at him for his attitude, “You started this shit!” She turned him around as they got to the car, “I’m here to see you! To spend time with you, Max!” She sniffs as she wraps her arms around herself, “I wasn’t here to fight with you! I’m here to tell you that i love you.” She whispers as she finally hears what she’s saying.

This was bottled up in y/n for years. She had always pushed it down as Max got a new girlfriend or flirted with every other girl that had come his way, constantly pushing y/n away.

“Fuck it.” He carelessly said as he turned her around and pushed her against the car, claiming her lips with his. He was hungry for her, his hands gripping her body like he genuinely needed her to survive.

The kiss broke as they stared at each others eyes, a small smile working its way up to y/n’s mouth, “What?” Max laughs as he kisses her smiling lips, “Find this funny, huh?” He questions as he kisses her neck, “Get in the car.” Max whispers in her, eager to love her for the rest of the night.

God, hopefully for the rest of their lives.

A/N: rawr spicy…hope you liked it.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[23victoria]

𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲!

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*☾⋆･ﾟ synopsis: you've always had a crush on your hot neighbor Carlos. Sometimes it can be intense, but unknown to you, your stalker doesn’t want you to think about anyone else but him. now he has to show you, you're his. 𝒸𝓌: praise kink, biting, spanking, rough, edging/denial, sex toys, fingering, degradation, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, dacryphilia, bondage, begging

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The hum of the city outside your window lulls you into a sense of normalcy as you return home from work, your muscles aching from the day’s grind. You’re glad for the privacy your apartment provides, a small but cozy sanctuary in the bustling city. The thought of a hot shower, followed by a glass of wine and maybe some mindless TV, is enough to make you practically melt into your living room couch.

As you kick off your shoes and toss your bag to the side, your gaze flickers toward the window — toward the neighboring apartment across the way. Your eyes involuntarily trace the familiar silhouette of your neighbor, Carlos, working on his car in the parking lot below. He’s shirtless again, the sun reflecting off his tanned skin as he bends over the hood of his sleek, black Ferrari. His muscles ripple as he reaches for a tool, and you can't help but bite your lip.

It’s a harmless crush, you tell yourself. Carlos is nice, polite when you pass each other in the hallway, but that’s all it is — just passing smiles and fleeting moments of stolen glances. But still, it doesn’t stop your mind from wandering.

You sigh, letting your eyes linger on Carlos for a moment longer before turning away, trying to shake off the heat pooling in your stomach. It’s ridiculous, really, how much your mind gets stuck on him sometimes.

But you just can’t get him out of your head, so you decide to indulge in a little self-care, retreating to your bedroom. You sit on the edge of the bed, your heart racing at the thought of your hot neighbor, his sharp jawline, and those captivating eyes. You can’t help but fantasize about the fleeting touches you’ve shared — the times his hand brushed yours in the hallway or when he held the door open for you, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than necessary.

A blush creeps up your cheeks as you lean back against the pillows, your breath hitching at the thought of what you’re about to do. With trembling fingers, you reach for your phone, pulling up a shirtless picture you snuck of Carlos. The sight of him sends a rush of desire coursing through you, igniting a flame that has been simmering for far too long.

You take a deep breath, letting the heat wash over you as your fingers glide over your skin, tracing the curves of your body. The tension builds slowly, a tightness coiling low in your belly as you close your eyes, losing yourself in the fantasy. Your mind drifts to him again, imagining the way his muscles flexed as he worked on his car, the sweat glistening on his skin. Each thought fuels your desire, pushing you further into the depths of your longing.

Your breath quickens as you explore your body, letting your fingers circle your clit. You can’t help but picture Carlos’s hands instead of your own, how they would feel against your skin. The tension inside you spirals, building into something more intense, a sweet ache that begs for release.

Just as you’re teetering on the edge of pleasure, your phone buzzes, pulling you back to reality. You glance at the screen, your heart dropping when you see it’s a message from Max. Your neighbor, friendly enough but always just a bit too intense. You set the phone aside, trying to ignore the chill that creeps over you at the thought of him.

Unbeknownst to you, Max has been watching. He’s always been around, a neighbor on the floor below yours, friendly enough, but there was always something a little… off about him. You’d catch him staring a bit too long, offering a smile that never quite reached his eyes. You shrugged it off, thinking he was just socially awkward, maybe a little introverted. But now, lost in your moment of ecstasy, you have no idea that those eyes — his eyes — have been following your every move for weeks, months even. Watching through windows, watching when you leave your apartment, watching even when you thought you were completely alone.

And he’s watching now.

Max’s eyes narrow as he sees you, completely lost in your little world, oblivious to the fact that he knows exactly what — or rather, who — you’re thinking about. His blood boils as he sees you playing with yourself, thinking about Carlos. That smug neighbor who doesn’t even appreciate what’s right next door to him. It’s disgusting. You’re his. Max can’t stand the thought of someone else occupying your thoughts, someone else’s picture tucked away in your phone.

He watches you, transfixed by the way your body responds to your touch, the heat radiating off your skin. Your fingers sliding in and out of you with a sense of urgency, as if you’re seeking something deeper, something only he knows how to provide. Max’s chest tightens with a mix of jealousy and desire.

With each soft gasp that escapes your lips, the possessiveness inside him grows, filling him with a fervor he can no longer ignore. He needs to show you, needs to remind you who you truly belong to. The thought of you fucking anyone else makes him feel sick, and he can’t let it go on any longer.

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As the water begins to warm up, you strip down, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. For a second, the thought of Carlos comes flooding back, his sharp jawline, the way his eyes light up when he’s focused. A flush creeps up your cheeks, but you brush it off, stepping into the hot stream of the shower. The water cascades over your skin, washing away the grime of the day, but not quite the lingering tension from your thoughts.

You finish your shower, your skin still tingling with the aftereffects of your little self-care. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you step out onto the mat, the warmth of the steam filling the bathroom. Everything feels normal, quiet even. You turn off the faucet, humming softly to yourself as you towel off your hair.

Then you hear it — a sound from the living room. A creak, like something or someone shifting weight on the floorboards. Your body tenses immediately.

"Hello?" Your voice comes out shaky, betraying the nervousness that suddenly creeps in.

No response.

You wrap the towel tighter around your body, stepping out of the bathroom with caution. The apartment is silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator. Maybe it was nothing, maybe your mind’s playing tricks on you after a long day. You’re almost ready to laugh at yourself when you hear another noise — the faintest shuffle of footsteps.

"Hello?" you call again, louder this time, but the fear is bubbling up now.

Your heart begins to race, your skin prickling as you walk toward the bedroom, every muscle in your body on high alert.

When you reach the doorway, something in the air feels off. You look around, trying to make sense of the unease clawing at your insides. And then, in a moment that feels like it stretches into eternity, you see him.

Max.

Standing there. In your bedroom.

Your stomach drops, your pulse pounding in your ears. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. His eyes are dark, predatory, and the smirk that curls onto his face makes your blood run cold.

"Max?" you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t say a word.

Panic grips you, and before you can scream, you make a desperate dash for the door, but you don’t make it far. He’s faster, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. His hand clamps over your mouth as you open it to scream, your body pinned against the wall as you thrash against him.

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, that terrifying smirk still plastered on his face. "Shhh," he whispers, his voice low and sinister, "we don’t want anyone to hear, do we?"

You try to scream again, but it’s muffled, your body trembling against his iron grip. He’s too strong, and you feel your strength waning as fear overtakes every rational thought in your mind. Tears blur your vision as you twist and squirm, trying anything to break free, but it’s no use. He’s too close, too overpowering.

Everything starts to blur as your vision narrows. The world around you grows dark, his voice the last thing you hear before the darkness fully consumes you.

And then… nothing.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your head feels heavy, disoriented as you slowly regain consciousness. Blinking against the dim light of the room, you immediately become aware of your body’s position—arms stretched above you, wrists bound to the headboard with something soft but firm. Your ankles are similarly restrained, leaving you completely immobilized. The cool air of the room caresses your skin, and it’s only then that you realize—you’re completely naked.

Heart racing, you shift slightly, testing the bonds, but they hold fast. That’s when you hear it—a quiet sound, almost like a sigh, coming from the corner of the room. You turn your head, eyes scanning the shadows, and that’s when you see him.

Max.

He’s sitting in the corner, his posture relaxed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you with an intense, unwavering gaze. The dim lighting only makes the scene more surreal, his face half-shrouded in shadow, but his eyes glint with something you can’t quite place.

"Max..." Your voice comes out shaky.

"Look at you," he says softly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as his eyes trail over every inch of your restrained body. "You’re beautiful like this. So perfect."

The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps rising across your skin. You shift again, feeling the gentle pull of the restraints. His gaze is possessive.

“You know,” Max continues, standing up slowly and walking toward the bed, “you’ve been very naughty lately.” He stops at the foot of the bed, staring down at you, his hands casually in his pockets. “Thinking about other men…” His voice trails off, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.

Your stomach flips, and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. The intensity in his voice makes your body react in ways you didn’t expect.

“Max, it’s not—” You start to protest, but he cuts you off by raising a finger to his lips.

“Shh,” he whispers, walking around to the side of the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. “I know everything, love. You think I wouldn’t notice? The way you look at him. The way you dream about him…fucking yourself to him…” His smirk deepens as he leans down, his face hovering inches above yours. “But don’t worry. I’m here to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

Your heart races at the weight of his words, feeling the heat between you both as he hovers above you, his breath ghosting over your skin.

He reaches down and, without breaking eye contact, empties a drawer beside the bed, spilling its contents onto the mattress. Your face flushes hot with embarrassment when you see your collection of sex toys scattered across the sheets.

"H-how did you know where those were?" you ask, your voice small, trying to stay in calm, but the real vulnerability creeping into your tone is hard to miss.

Max just laughs, a low, menacing sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “I know everything about you, darling,” he says with a playful smirk. “Every little secret, every little thing that makes you tick. You can’t hide anything from me.”

He moves closer, his finger tracing lightly over the toys before he brushes it along the curve of your thigh. The sensation is electrifying, his touch almost feather-light, his finger continues its slow journey over your skin, mapping out every inch of you as if committing it to memory. He traces the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip, the line of your leg, and you shiver at the tenderness of it, despite the intensity of the scenario.

“You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?” Max murmurs, his voice dark but laced with affection. “You’ve forgotten who you belong to.” His finger slides up, grazing over your collarbone before trailing down between your breasts, marking every curve and crevice. “But don’t worry. I’m here to remind you.”

Goosebumps rise along your skin, your body reacting to his touch despite the nervous anticipation running through you. There’s a tension between the two of you now, a palpable electricity that makes it hard to breathe. He leans down again, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I’ll remind you exactly who you’re meant to please.”

Max climbs onto the bed, his knees settling on either side of your hips as he towers above you, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your head. You’re completely at his mercy, bound, helpless, and with every look, every word, he reminds you just how much control he holds. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with that dangerous, possessive intensity that makes your heart race. “You’re mine,” he says softly, but there’s no mistaking the authority in his voice. “You’ll always be mine, no matter what fantasies you have.”

Your breath catches, his words sinking deep into your skin, your heart pounding in your chest. His fingers continue their journey over your body, teasing, exploring, but never quite giving you what you want. It’s deliberate, his control over the moment absolute.

Suddenly, his fingers dip lower, brushing against your clit. A soft gasp escapes your lips as he starts to work his fingers in and out, teasing you with just enough pressure to send sparks shooting through your body. The tension builds quickly, your hips instinctively moving against his hand, chasing the release that feels so close.

“Look how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “You can't hide how much you want this.” You moan softly, the heat between your legs growing unbearable as he continues to thrust his long thick fingers in and out of you.

You’re right on the edge, every nerve alight with the promise of release. Your mind races, thoughts blurring between what’s right and wrong, but the lines are hard to define when the pleasure consumes you like this. It’s overwhelming, and you don’t know what to think anymore — this isn’t right, it shouldn’t be, but every touch from him feels so impossibly good. Your body betrays your better judgment, arching into his touch, chasing the high that he keeps dangling just out of reach.

But just as you’re about to fall over the edge, he stops. His hand pulls back, leaving you panting, your body trembling with need.

“Did you really think you deserved that?” he murmurs, his voice low and mocking.

“Yes,” you whisper, breathless and desperate, only realizing too late what a mistake that was.

His lips curl into a dark smirk, eyes narrowing. “No. You don’t.”

“I didn’t—” you begin to apologize, trying to play along, but he cuts you off with a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh. The sudden sting makes you gasp, your body jolting in surprise.

"Quiet," he commands, his voice steady and authoritative. His eyes narrow as he leans closer, his breath hot against your skin. "You don't get to talk. Not anymore."

Your heart races, and your skin prickles with a mixture of fear yet excitement. The sharpness of the slap lingers, making your muscles tense, but it’s nothing compared to the ache between your legs after being denied.

Max’s fingers follow the path of the slap, soothing the heated skin as he drags them along your thigh. “I’m going to remind you who you belong to,” he whispers, his voice dark and dangerous. “No one else can make you feel like this. No one else gets to see you like this.”

He lowers his head, his lips grazing the same spot he slapped, and then—without warning—he bites down, hard enough to make you cry out. The sharp pain shoots through you, but it’s immediately followed by a wave of pleasure so intense it leaves you breathless. He pulls back, smirking at the mark he’s left on your skin, his possessiveness radiating off him.

“Poor girl,” he mocks softly, his fingers teasing dangerously close to where you need him the most. “You want to come, don’t you? So desperate. But only good girls get to come.” His voice drips with condescension, the tone sending shivers down your spine. “And good girls know who they belong to.”

You whimper, your body arching up as much as your restraints allow, desperate for him to do more. Your skin feels tight, every nerve alight with the desire for release, but Max is in control, and he’s not going to let you have it so easily.

He leans back, his hand trailing down your stomach, then lower, until his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot. The contact is barely there, just enough to make you gasp, but not enough to give you what you want.

“I know you want it,” he says, his fingers teasing you mercilessly, keeping you on the edge. “But you don’t get to come just because you want to. You have to earn it.”

You bite your lip, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming need that’s building inside you. It’s too much, the pleasure and pain mixing together, making it impossible to think straight. Your body is trembling, your mind spinning, and all you can focus on is the feel of his fingers against you, so close yet so far from giving you what you need.

Max watches you carefully, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he takes in your desperate state. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how he’s driving you crazy with want, and he revels in it.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice softening slightly as he drags his fingers up your body again, leaving you hanging on the edge. “Completely helpless. Completely mine.”

You can’t hold back the tears anymore, the frustration and need bubbling over as you sob quietly, your body begging for release. But Max just chuckles darkly, brushing a tear from your cheek with a gentleness that feels out of place given the intensity of the situation.

“Aww,” he coos mockingly, his tone dripping with false sympathy. “Is my poor girl crying? So desperate to come, aren’t you?”

You nod, unable to form words, too lost in the haze of pleasure and pain. Every inch of your body feels like it’s on fire, every touch from him sending you spiraling further into need.

Max’s smirk widens as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. “But you don’t get to come,” he whispers. “Not yet. Not until you remember who you belong to.”

He pulls back again, his fingers moving to the pile of toys he dumped on the bed earlier. You watch, your heart racing, as he picks one up and turns it on, the soft buzzing filling the room. Your body tenses with anticipation, knowing what’s coming but not knowing when.

Max lowers the vibratior to your skin, tracing it over your thighs, teasing you with the vibration. You moan, your body arching toward the sensation, desperate for him to give you more. But he’s still holding back, drawing it out, keeping you on the edge of release but never quite letting you fall.

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” Max reminds you, his voice low and commanding. “And I’ll decide when you’ve been good enough.”

You whimper again, the need inside you almost unbearable now, but Max is relentless. He moves the toy onto your clit, the vibrations inching you closer and closer to your release, but every time you get close to the edge, he pulls back, leaving you gasping and frustrated.

Tears stream down your face, your body shaking with need, but Max doesn’t let up. He’s determined to make you wait, to make you beg for it, to remind you exactly who’s in control.

“You’re mine,” he whispers again, his fingers tracing the marks he’s left on your skin, reminding you of every bite, every slap, every touch. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to make you feel like this.”

You nod weakly, the words barely registering in your mind anymore as the pleasure overwhelms you. All you can think about is how close you are, how much you need him to let you come. But Max isn’t done yet.

He lowers the toy again, this time circling it directly against your clit while his fingers curl inside you, and your body jerks in response, the sensation almost too much after everything he’s put you through. You’re right on the edge, teetering on the brink, but Max’s voice cuts through the haze.

“Not yet,” he says softly, pulling the toy away just as you’re about to come.

You cry out in frustration, your body trembling uncontrollably now, but Max just watches you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You’ll come when I say so,” he reminds you, his voice firm. “And not a moment before.”

You sob again, the pleasure and frustration mixing together until you’re not sure if you’re crying from the need or from the overwhelming intensity of it all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You can barely keep your eyes open, your vision blurred with tears from the relentless teasing. Every nerve in your body is strung tight, every muscle trembling from the effort of holding back the release you’ve been denied over and over.

But now, the game has changed.

Max’s predatory gaze is locked onto yours as he climbs over you, his frame towering above your bound form. There’s a glint in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine—a raw, unrestrained hunger that makes your stomach twist in anticipation. His fingers ghost over the marks he’s left on your skin, the reminders of who’s in control, of who you belong to.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice husky and low as he traces a line down the center of your torso, pausing right above your belly button. “So desperate. So needy.” His lips curl into a smirk, the corners of his mouth twitching with satisfaction. “You remember who owns this body, don’t you?”

You nod frantically, but that only makes him tsk softly, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“I want to hear it,” he orders, leaning down until his mouth is right next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”

“I— I belong to you,” you gasp out, your voice breaking with the strain of holding back the need clawing at you from the inside out. “I’m yours, Max.”

A dark, pleased smile spreads across his face as he straightens up, looking down at you like a hunter admiring his prey. “That’s right,” he murmurs, his fingers tightening around your waist as he positions himself. “And don’t you forget it.”

With one swift, powerful movement, he’s inside you, the sudden stretch making your back arch off the bed as you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. It’s too much, the sensation overwhelming after everything he’s put you through, and for a moment, all you can do is gasp for air, your body struggling to adjust.

But Max doesn’t give you time to recover. His hands grip your hips firmly, pulling you closer as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through your entire body. You can feel the intensity of his movements in every bone, every muscle, the force of his possession leaving no room for anything else.

“See that?” he grunts, his voice strained as he glances down between your bodies, where the evidence of his power over you is visible—a bulge in your lower belly, marking exactly where he is, where he’s claimed you. “Look at how perfectly you fit around me. Like you were made for my dick.”

The sight of it, the sensation of him filling you so completely, makes your mind spin, your body caught between pain and pleasure. Max presses down on the bulge, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your abdomen, and you can’t hold back the way your body jerks in response, the movement sending you spiraling closer to the edge.

“This body knows who it belongs to,” he growls, his voice rough as he watches your reactions, every muscle in his body coiled tight with intensity. “You can’t hide it. You can’t deny it.” He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, making you cry out, your legs trembling from the overwhelming sensation. “Say it.”

“Ah! I— I belong to you,” you sob, your vision blurring with tears as you try to focus on the words, on the way he’s pushing you further and further into that dangerous territory where pleasure and pain blend together, where your entire world narrows down to nothing but him. “Please, Max—

But he’s not listening. He’s too caught up in his own need, too focused on the way your body responds to him, the way you break apart beneath him. His eyes are fixed on the bulge in your belly, on the way your body reacts to every movement, every thrust.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery as he leans over you, his hand still pressing down on your abdomen, emphasizing the evidence of his possession. “Poor girl, so desperate to come.”

“Mhmp!” “Ah!” “Yes— please— I need it—” you gasp, the words spilling out in a frantic rush, your entire body shaking from the effort of holding back, of staying on that knife’s edge of pleasure. “Please, Max—”

He laughs, the sound low and dangerous, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches you struggle. “You want it that badly?” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to where your bodies are joined, his thumb brushing against your clit, sending a shock of pleasure through you. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” you sob, your voice breaking as the tears spill over, your body trembling uncontrollably now. “Please, Max, I need it— I need to come— I’ll do anything—”

“That’s better,” he purrs, his thumb circling lazily, just enough to keep you on the edge but not enough to push you over. “But good girls only get to come when I say so.”

You bite back a scream, your entire world narrowing down to that single, unbearable sensation of being so close, so desperate, but unable to reach the release you crave. Your vision is hazy, your body trembling, and all you can do is focus on him, on the way he’s pushing you further and further, making you beg, making you plead—

“Please,” you whisper, your voice barely more than a broken sob. “Please, Max—”

He watches you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before his grip tightens on your hips, his pace picking up, each thrust harder, rougher, making you see stars.

“Come with me,” he orders, his voice a low growl as he leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear. “Now.”

The command rips through you like a lightning strike, your body obeying without thought, every muscle tensing as the release you’ve been denied for so long finally crashes over you. You scream, your vision going white as the pleasure shatters through you, wave after wave of sensation tearing you apart, leaving you gasping, shaking, crying out his name.

Max’s grip on you tightens, his own release following yours, his body going rigid above you as he groans, the sound low and primal. The force of it sends another wave of pleasure through you, your body clenching around him, drawing him deeper, holding him close as you both ride out the aftershocks together.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction as he collapses against you, his weight heavy and comforting on top of you. “That’s my good girl.”

You’re too spent to respond, too overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. But Max just chuckles softly, brushing a kiss against your temple as his hands finally release your wrists, the ropes falling away as he pulls you into his arms.

“You did so well,” he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he cradles you against him. “So perfect for me. Just the way I like you.”

His words should be comforting, but as they settle over you, a cold realization washes through your mind. Your breath catches in your throat as it hits you — this was Max. Max, your neighbor. The man you’d hardly known, except for the occasional polite greeting in the hallway. The same man who now cradled you so intimately, claiming you as if you had always belonged to him.

Your body stiffens slightly in his arms, the fog of pleasure slowly clearing from your mind. How had this happened? How had you let this happen? Max. Max, who was always just a little too close, always watching. You never thought much of it before, but now, it all made sense. He had been stalking you, waiting for this moment, and you didn’t even know.

Your pulse quickens as you begin to realize the full extent of what’s just happened, the past hours replaying in your mind like a blurry, twisted dream. Confusion swirls inside you, a whirlwind of emotions you can’t quite process. Part of you feels violated, horrified even, but then there’s the undeniable fact that you had wanted it too — the pleasure he had drawn out of you so effortlessly. It’s all so tangled, and you don’t know what to feel anymore.

Max’s hand trails gently over your arm, grounding you in the present moment. He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I knew you were mine, baby. From the moment I saw you. I can’t wait to do this with you forever.”

“Forever?” you whisper back, your voice shaky as the weight of his words sinks in. The word hangs in the air between you, heavy with implications you aren’t ready to face.

Forever.

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Test Run | MV33 + OP81

pairing: mv33 x reader x op81

summary: after being gifted a penthouse by your boyfriends, you need to go to IKEA to furnish it. Though it's law that you test run things first

warning: fluff!! poly!reader, poly!max, poly!oscar, 416 in there too, makeout, they're in love your honor!! the squad actually. honestly this is a stupid ass idea i had, i hope y'all enjoy it

fc: n/a

wc: 2.3K

Having a rich boyfriend has a lot of perks. Having two rich boyfriends has even more perks which is exactly where you landed. Dating Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri was like having two black cats that only liked certain people but their favorite one was you. Not that you minded one bit. Oscar and Max actually meshed very well together, you brought the bit of adventure they needed, and they kept you grounded when needed. Everything was perfect like the final pieces of a puzzle coming together.

There was one catch though.

The catch was Max and Oscar had their golden retriever type best friends that you cannot separate. If you try to separate their best friends nothing but chaos will ensue so often (even if one pair refuses to admit they’re friends behind the scenes) thus, Lando and Charles will pop over to Max and Oscar’s joint hotel rooms because “Max and Oscar haven’t shown us a sign of life so we’re here to kidnap them.” You are more than glad to have Max and Oscar go and socialize when you’re there during the race season but it’s now turned into you also being dragged along because Max and Oscar are “always in a sour mood when you aren’t around,” according to Lando and Charles so you go but it’s always fun, no matter what the adventure is.

“IKEA? Really?”

“Yes, really.” You huff as you check your purse before glancing up, “you two gifted me a penthouse. We have to shop and decorate it.”

“We can just hire people to do that for us.”

“Max is right." Oscar starts, “Besides, you’ll probably be staying with Max or I anyway so.” He offers a nonchalant shrug.

You let out a noise as you look at your two boyfriends. “No! You two bought me the penthouse! I’m going to use the penthouse! Besides, it’s so big and spacious,” You say as you twirl in your spot, “and it’s lovely. Even if I’m not here often I’d like a place to come back to when I can’t go with you guys during the race seasons or, respectfully, when I need me time.”

“You can me time at our places,” Max frowns.

You go over and gently pat both their cheeks, “I love you both so much, but that’ll last about a good ten minutes before one or both of you wander in before trapping me for cuddles.”

“…She’s got us there,” Oscar murmurs as Max glances at Oscar, a playful sour look on his face because Oscar was right. There was no real way to argue their way out of this one. Max sighs and looks back at you. “Okay. Fair. You got us there but why do we have to go to IKEA? Seriously give me about five minutes and I’ll have people—”

“Nooooo,” you groan as you drop your hands, “that’s so boring! That takes out such a fun aspect of owning something! Nothing brings a couple closer than building IKEA sets and getting super frustrated at the instructions and the sense of pride when you figure it out!” You pout looking at your boyfriends, “Will you please come with me?”

Oscar and Max look at each other silently having a conversation. They both cave in as they nod to each other and look back at you. “Okay, fine.” Oscar says, smiling slightly, “You win. We’ll go to IKEA with you.”

“Yes! Oh this will be great!” You say and double check you have everything before hoisting your purse strap up your arm and heading to do the door. “Come on! Lando and Charles are probably waiting for us!”

“Okay.” The boys call in unison before they register your words. “Wait, what?!”

You happily park the car and climb out, giddy seeing the familiar giant dark blue and white building with their yellow lettering staring in front of you. IKEA. Your home away from home. You don’t bother waiting for Max and Oscar as you head to the sidewalk, finally looking at your phone. Your eyes study the photo Lando sent you from where they parked, which was much closer. Looking up, your eyes scan before finding the custom Lamborghini Urus and the ‘LN4 15’ license plate on the back. You make your way over and don’t think as you open the back door to climb in, as this is a habit for you two.

“Guess whOOOOOOOOOAH—” You shriek at the sight before you.

Instead of Lando and Charles being in the front, as you expected, they were cramped in the back. Legs were tangled, hands were roaming as short brown hair has a hand tightly grabbing it. You blink seeing Lando’s head that was tilted back snap forward as Charles freezes above him forcing his gaze to find yours as he nips at Lando’s neck. The three of you stare at each other before Charles and Lando are scrambling to sit up, Charles smacking his head against the top and rubbing his head face flushing. Lando sits up quickly face equally blush as he turns his attention to Charles for a moment. “Are you okay babe?”

Your jaw drops open at the question before you close the door and look away in shock for the cameras. If this was a sick joke the cameraman needs to cut the cameras. Come out and expose themselves. But no cameras could be found but Oscar and Max who were swiftly making their way over to you raise brows at your expression. You turn back and open the door again, Lando now straddling Charles with his head tucked to his chest, going on about how ‘i’m going to trap you in a bubble’ as Oscar and Max peer in, also stunned at the sight, “Babe!?” You finally ask.

“What?!” Max and Oscar asks, heads snapping to you as Lando and Charles once again are frozen and also look at you. Oscar and Max turn back to their best friends before looking between you and their friends before finally Max speaks. “What the hell is going on!?”

“Maaaaax.” Charles starts, “Oscaaaar. Y/nnnnn. Heeeeey.” He continues as both Lando and Charles’ face are beet red. “Well—” He starts.

“Charles and I got bored waiting so we were making out.” Lando blurts out.'

“Lando!”

“I’m sorry! They were going to ask!”

“…Babe?” Oscar repeats and Lando looks at his teammate and best friend before smiling sheepishly, “Surprise!” Lando says.

Max is staring in shock while Oscar shakes his head. You can’t help but giggle but then Oscar jokes, “Cannot believe you’re dating my dad. Isn’t that breaking some kind of code?” and you break into laughter. Lando also cannot help the laugh that escapes him which causes a chain of laughs as Lando and Charles climb out of his car, locking it behind him. “You’re right Osc, I am breaking bro code and I’m sorry.” Lando slings an arm over Oscar’s shoulders. “But he’s just so hot,” before laughing as Oscar shoves him telling him he’s “disgusting”.

“Well!” You announce as you clap your hands together, “We can freak out about the revelation of Charles and Lando’s new blooming relationship after! Today, we’re here to shop for the penthouse and the only way to do that is test running things.”

The boys look at you in confusion. You stare back, “What? Have you guys never gone to IKEA and acted out different scenarios?”

“No,” the four say in unison.

“Oh. Well! Today is the day,” turning on your heels, “onward!” You point before skipping to the entrance with the four guys taking a moment to ask themselves what the fuck before following you. You all opt for the stairs seeing how crowded the elevator was. You immediately grab a bag for any non furniture items before wandering into the store.

You go through the show rooms slowly but surely. The living rooms are cute but not exactly what you want so thankfully you take photos of what you do like and see what you can pair together. Then you guys enter the kitchen and your eyes light up before making your way to the counter. You glance back seeing the boys talk and you shake your head before Lando wanders over. “Oh my god,” He says looking around, “I love what you did to your kitchen.”

Thank god for Lando.

“Oh my goodness, thank you.” You say and grab the two glasses in the show room and pretend to pour you and Lando a drink, “So you wanted to talk?”

“Oh yes.” Lando nods slowly, “I did.” He takes the glass and pretends to drink it via air sip, “Well, you know I don’t like to gossip—” You see Charles’ head snap at his favorite word ‘gossip’ as you keep character as you nod. “You? Gossip? No never. I also don’t like to gossip.”

“Right, right. But you know, like…” He lets his voice trail off, “you know I like. You know I don’t judge—”

“No no you never do! You know I’m the last person to speak ill to speak on someone.”

“Never! You know we never clocked in a day. Not a single shift at the hater headquarters.” Lando slowly shakes his head, “cause we aren’t those type of people.”

“Oh, god no. Not our style at all—Oh my god! Charles hey!” You say as the Ferrari driver wanders over, “do you want a drink.”

It takes Charles a moment before he gets it. This is what you meant by ‘test run’. “I would love a drink actually.” He leans on the kitchen island, “so what are you two talking about?”

You pretend to get him a drink, “Oh you know—”

“Ollie.” Lando says pretending to sip his drink, “but you know we’re not one to gossip.”

“Oh of course not. This is like—good journalism.” Charles says as he takes the glass from you but he’s locked in about his adopted baby brother. Max and Oscar wander over and watch the scene unfold, glancing at each other then the three of you.

“Right!” Lando adds on.

“I mean, myself? I’m a bit of a mathematician.” You start, pretending to swirl your drink. “I’m just taking some data points.” Lando and Charles nod in agreement. “I mean, we’re like a study group you know? I got notes. You guys got notes. We all got notes. It would be rude note to share those notes to help everyone involved, right?” Lando and Charles nod while Max and Oscar question silently what the fuck is going on.

There’s a small silence before Lando lean forward, “So here’s what I know about Ollie.” You and Charles instinctively lean forward. Lando glances around before leaning in and glances at Max and Oscar, “you guys either need to lean in for good journalism or walk away.” Max huffs while Oscar just signs and leans on the counter. Max slowly looks at Oscar before sighing before joining the council.

“So…” Lando starts, “You know, Ollie just recently moved here. Well,” Lando glances at the table then back at the glass as if he got something in there, “I happen to see a certain, Mercedes driver leave his apartment complex today…” You gasp as Charles slams his hand down on the counter, “I knew it!”

“I’m sorry, we were suppose to think they were "just friends” or…” Max lets his voice trail off as Oscar snorts. You look at your boyfriends while smiling and shaking your head before collecting the glasses and putting the showroom back together. You three wander to another kitchen showroom while Charles is ranting Lando’s ear off. This time you, Max, and Oscar have one of your typical “arguments” which was Max and Oscar pleading their cases on why they could stay in for the fifth night in a row to take care of you while you explained that '“I’m on my period. I love you both so much but if I don’t have me time for more than ten minutes I’m gonna start screaming or sobbing.” In the end, it settled on them going out to get dinner and bringing you back something before three of you laugh because it felt like every other day.

Each showroom was a different scenario. Lando and Charles in a toxic marriage arguing while hosting as you, Max, and Oscar are the poor friends caught in the middle. Another was Max and Oscar dating you not only being the snitch but the mistress (scandalous). Oscar and Lando being roommates who are SO down bad for each other. You and Charles being enemies confronting each other (fake play fighting included). Early 2000’s college students pre gaming for a night out. You name it, they probably did it.

You guys finally make it to the second floor after enjoying your test runs. You actually pick things out before ordering the big furniture since Max and Oscar had been convinced you guys weren’t going to find things so his car won’t fit anything and making sure you got kitchen installation through IKEA. After buying the smaller things, you drag them all to the food before you’re all sitting down, eating meatballs and giggling back on the different scenarios. Even Max and Oscar had fun which was a win for you.

“When is your furniture arriving?” Oscar asks after saying goodbye to Lando and Charles before heading to Max’s car

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Will you be up to answer the door?” Oscar raises a brow as Max lets out a laugh.

“Haha, very fun, I will.” You stick your tongue out while Oscar chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“Did you hire them to assemble it as well?” Max asks.

“Just the kitchen.” You explain and Max nods as he takes the bag and puts it in the trunk. “Everything else you guys have to build.” “We?” Max asks. “Didn’t you say part of the bonding experience was for us to build it together?”

“I did. But why would I lift a finger when you two can do it for me?” You smile, “Silly boys. I’m here for moral support and to hand you things! You guys do the actual manual labor. I’ll buy lunch?”

“And dinner.” Oscar adds and Max nods.

“Deal.”

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hi can u make a max fic where f1 are actually just a big kpop group like nct and y/n is their manager but max has like a big crush on her and she keeps rejecting him do whatever u want with the ending

I had so much fun writing this!!! But before we begin; quick explanation; NCT is a k-pop group under one of the biggest companies in South Korea. Their concept involves adding more members or revolving members through the different units and sub units. So, similar to the grid, I hope I explained that well.

Max's Crush

It would be 11 years since Max debuted. He was only 17, one of the youngest in the group back than. Now, it seemed that people younger than him when he started were joining, Through all of this; there were only two constants, the fans and their manager, Y/N. She had started out as an assistant when he had debuted but worked her way up to being their manager. She was the only one he listened to; hence why she was his personal manager too. All of his individual activities and schedules, Y/N would manage. She was great at it, that's why he loved her. Honestly, Max would love her even if she messed up his schedule and dropped a can of paint on him. That was how much in love he was with her.

Initially when he had started, they had a strict dating clause saying that they weren't allowed to date but after many years and also bringing pretty good revenue gave him more liberty and he used said liberty to openly flirty with Y/N; some people even made edits with them, hoping they'd date. Y/N would brush him and his attempts off with a light joke but Max could always feel a pang in his chest when she did that.

All of this started the first time he saw her, she was running behind their then manager, Leslie. She was an older lady with many years of experience under her belt and having been their group manager since Alonso had joined. Max saw the way Y/N would always smile at everyone and even put effort to make meals according to their diets so that they still got to have a hearty meal and she was pretty. So, even a small ounce of kindness made Max's heart flutter. Maybe it's because he was young, he thought this was a stupid crush he would be over soon but that didn't happen.

Fast forward to ten years and all Max could do was flirt with her. Y/N would kindly push him away or try to brush off the comment he made. Max would start his days with "You look pretty" or "That colour looks good on you" and end it with a smile telling her, "You did great" or "Wanna have dinner together?" It always hurt Max that she brushed him off.

Max had finally grown a pair, that's what Daniel said when they were hanging out. "I can't believe little Maxie is all grown up" Daniel laughed taking a sip of his wine. "Soooo, what's the plan?" he asked. "I'll let you know after" Max smiled. "The game you play is too long, even for me" Daniel added. "Anyways, good luck" he wished with a pat on his back.

Max had been planning it all week. He just had to ask Y/N to accompany him. So, he was busy looking for her, when he heard her voice. "I don't know how to tell him" Y/N said with worry in her voice. "I've been rejecting Max" she said will quoting rejecting with her fingers, "but I don't think he gets it" Y/N voiced. Max stood there, shocked listening to the conversation. "I just don't wanna be mean or inconsiderate" Y/N said. "Honestly, he's the one inconsiderate when you keep rejecting him and he's still behind you" their hair stylist voiced. Max had heard enough, he was about to leave with his broken heart when, "This should stop him" their hairstylist said while pointing at her hand. Y/N took her left hand in her right, cradling it. "Yeah, this should be quite the statement" she said holding up her hand in the air, admiring the ring in her ring finger. "Your fiance is a good man. I know you two will always be very happy. Like you've been with him for almost 7 years now" their hairstylist stated. That was the nail in Max's heart's coffin.

Max found tears streaming down his eyes. He wipes away the tears falling; he slowly walked out of the building. He was so angry and so hurt. He couldn't think straight other than call their CEO to tell them he wanted a new manager and as soon as tomorrow. He couldn't bear to see Y/N face anymore. All these thoughts were running through his head; why didn't she tell him? was he this blind? was he stupid? did others know? But right now he didn't care. All he cared about was running as far away from Y/N, as soon as possible so she wouldn't make him look stupid than he already felt. So, he called their CEO, "I want a new manager as soon as tomorrow. I don't want to see Y/N at my house from tomorrow." he stated, not giving them a chance to question. "If you want me to not terminate my contract, you'll do as I say" he said and hung up.

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Hii!!! I love your writings a lot and just saw that your requests are open, so if you don't mind maybe could you do something more from max x desi teammate reader??? I loved "swear words" soooo much!!! Your writings do feel like a breath of fresh air and are so out of the box and creative!!! You can do anything you want with the request. THANK YOU <3

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Prompt: 6. "Seeing you like this, i fell even more in love with you."

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masterlist ☾☼

a lot has changed in one season. y/n knew things would change, like they do with time, but so much happened in just twenty four races, y/n wasn’t sure if she was in the right dimension sometimes.

after nine season in formula one, and spending five of those with max as her teammate, y/n finally achieved her dream. it wasn’t easy being in a male dominated sport. she received plenty of hate and backlash and words of not being enough or not being good. though, max protected her.

he went on in interviews about how much she had improved and how much more of a competition she was for him than any other driver at the moment. every interview he spent praising her, y/n rewarded him with kisses and maybe more later on.

oh yes, that had also changed in one season. max and y/n went from friends and teammates to lovers and teammates. they kept it under wraps for now. they would have to do it for a while, they knew that. only the closest friends of the two drivers knew, which usually included a small circle of lando, carlos, charles, daniel, and oscar.

max and y/n had secret moments whenever possible, though they remembered to hate everyone, including each other, as soon as the helmets were on.

they had a tough competition throughout. oftentimes, it was hard to keep the feelings of things happening on track out of their relationship off track. they sometimes fought at home about the things that happened on track, and kept grudges, despite knowing how much it was affecting them negatively. they tried their best to not revert back to their native languages when arguing, even if it was easier for them to get their point across.

but, max and y/n bounced back from it quickly. they rebuilt their relationship and made sure to keep emotions separate. after a lot of efforts put into a more open communication between the two, they managed it.

it all came down to one moment. well, not one moment, because it had been a long time coming. it had been proven race after race after race. everyone knew the outcome, despite the wheel to wheel racing that had happened all throughout the season.

it was the gala at the end of the season. y/n was in a beautiful sari that max couldn't keep his eyes off of. max was also in a stunning suit, but when y/n was standing there, she glowed brighter than anyone in the room, even the people who had literal rhinestones on their dresses.

when the world driver's championship name was announced, everyone knew who it was going to be, but everyone cheered just the same. max and y/n embraced, keeping it short for the cameras, no matter how much they wanted to just hold onto each other. the other drivers, team principles, and journalists congratulated the winner, patting backs, smiling so proudly.

when the trophy was handed to the winner, the hosts stepped back to give the mic to the world driver's champion, and y/n saw her team, especially max, standing and clapping the loudest.

"uh, this is so surreal, i don't even know what to say. i want to thank my parents, who worked day and night to get me to karting competitions and buying me race suits so often because of how quickly i was growing as a child. thank you so much, mumma, papa, i hope i've made you proud.

"i also want to thank my team, my incredible team who gave me a car that has led me here with this trophy in my hand. i am so grateful for them and for everything that they worked on, have been working on the past years.

"lastly, i'd like to thank max verstappen for giving me such a tough competition this year, and really pushing me to my limits and reminding me just how good i am as a driver. we've all had our doubts about our abilities, but max never let me doubt for a second, and i am so thankful to him. thank you."

y/n posed for pictures, and walked to her table to celebrate with her team, met with the other drivers and celebrated with them, and she felt like she was walking on clouds.

after the event had ended, and everyone started leaving, max and y/n decided that it was time for them to leave as well. as soon as they sat in the car, y/n facetimed her parents. she had been itching to talk to her parents ever since she won the award, but could not do so in the middle of the event.

"mumma, see!" y/n had a childlike glow on her face as she smiled at her parents, showing off her trophy. it made max smile.

"yeh kitna bada hai!" he heard her mum say, though he did not understand what she said.

"no, it's not too big. thoda heavy hai par. do you think we can keep it in the bookshelf in the living room?"

"no no no. this, we will keep, in the living room for everyone to see." her dad said.

y/n laughed, "nahi, papa! we can't do that!"

"arre? why not? i want to show off to all my friends that my daughter won such a big bhaari award. isiliye toh paeda kiya tha tume,"

y/n laughed again, "really? the only reason i was born was to win awards to show off to your friends?"

"of course!" her parents said in unison, and the woman beside max laughed again.

he began to tune out the conversation as he stared at y/n, someone that had beat him for the world driver's championship, someone he was madly in love with. he watched as she cuddled the trophy to her chest, refusing to let it go even for a second. he watched as the city lights from outside reflected on her face. he watched at the drapes of the sari was spread out beside her in between them, and how the colours complimented her so perfectly. he was so busy watching her, max hadn't realised when y/n had hung up and was staring back at him now.

"what?" max asked, when he realised that he had been caught staring.

y/n smiled hesitantly, almost afraid to ask, afraid to know, "are you mad?"

max's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "why would i be mad?"

"that i won and you didn't. i don't want to rub it in your face, but i'm just so happy, y'know?"

max smiled, reaching out and tugging a lock of her hair, "i'm so proud of you, baby. rub it in my face. i will happily take it. i know how happy you are, and i am so happy for you,"

"really? seeing me like this, with the trophy, doesn't make you hate me even a little bit?" y/n asked.

"seeing you like this, i fell even more in love with you."

y/n smiled, brighter than she had when she received the award, wider than when she was talking to her parents. "i'm falling in love with you more too," she whispered.

they met halfway as they shared a soft kiss, somehow pouring everything that they felt in it. pulling back, y/n leaned across and fit herself against max, as he pulled her closer. y/n cradled the trophy like it was her child, and max had never felt happiness like before.

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im soooo sorry it took me so much time to write this, but i just couldn't figure out the perfect max x desi!reader, especially with that prompt, because i really wanted to use that! i hope you liked this! i think this may be my favourite mv x reader fic i've written till now. and yes, i did imagine y/n wearing the yjhd naina sari! i've also got a link for my taglist and requests that you can find here!

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vibes

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cussing, unwanted touching, bestfriends to lovers

authors note: i listened to vibes by chase atlantic when i wrote this last night really quickly cause i’m so behind on requests. so i’m so sorry if it’s shit! not prof read so sorry for any mistakes, also wrote this on my laptop and not my phone so i think grammarly made auto corrections, sorry about that, any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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f1 masterlist 1k celebration

The night's buzz is almost overwhelming as you step into the club, the electric energy in the air matching the high spirits of everyone around you. Max had just secured yet another victory and the entire crew decided a night out was the perfect way to celebrate. You’ve known Max for years since you started working as a commentator and interviewer for F1. The two of you clicked instantly, forming a close friendship that grew stronger with time.

But despite the late nights spent together, the countless inside jokes, and the deep conversations shared after long race weekends, there’s always been something unspoken between you. You’ve watched Max go through a relationship, and break up, and now, for some time, he’s been single. It’s been even harder lately to ignore the feelings you’ve harbored for him, but fear of ruining your friendship keeps you silent.

The music pulses through the room, and laughter fills the air as you weave through the crowd with Max by your side. He’s in high spirits tonight, smiling and laughing with everyone, and you can’t help but feel a warmth spread through you seeing him like this. His happiness is contagious, and for a moment, you let go of your reservations and join in the fun.

The music pounds through the speakers, the bass reverberating in your chest as you dance with your friends, lost in the carefree atmosphere of the night. You’re trying to immerse yourself in the moment, to let loose and enjoy the celebration, but something keeps pulling you out of it. You can feel eyes on you, and it’s making your skin crawl. Every time you glance around, you see him—the guy who’s been hovering near you for most of the night, his gaze too intense, too invasive.

You try to shake it off, telling yourself to focus on having fun. After all, you’re here to celebrate Max’s victory, and you don’t want anything to spoil the night. But then, out of nowhere, you feel it—his hand on your waist. It’s like a bucket of cold water has been poured over you, the chill of his touch instantly snapping you out of the moment. You tense up, your body going rigid as alarm bells start ringing in your mind.

You immediately step away, trying to put some distance between you and him, but he’s persistent. He follows, his hand still on you, tightening his grip as he leans in closer. The smell of alcohol on his breath hits you, making you recoil.

“Please, stop touching me,” you say, your voice firm but polite, hoping he’ll get the message and back off. For a moment, it seems like he does—his hand drops from your waist, and he takes a step back, raising his hands in mock surrender. You force a smile, relieved that it’s over, and try to get back into the groove of the music, but the unease lingers.

Five minutes pass, and you start to relax again, laughing with your friends as you dance, the earlier tension beginning to fade. But just as you’re starting to enjoy yourself again, you feel it—his hand, creeping back onto your waist. This time, it’s more insistent, more possessive, as he tries to slide it lower, fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of your dress.

Your blood runs cold. Panic surges through you as you try to pull away, but his grip tightens, holding you in place. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of fear and anger bubbling up inside you.

Before you can react, a familiar presence looms over you, and suddenly, the guy is yanked away from you with a force that sends him stumbling back. Max is there, his usually calm and collected demeanor replaced with a fierce, protective anger. He grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close until their faces are just inches apart.

“What the fuck are you doing? Huh?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Max’s voice is sharp, a dangerous edge to it that you rarely hear. His blue eyes blaze with fury as he stares the guy down, every inch of him radiating anger. “Didn’t she tell you to stop? So why the fuck are you touching my girl?! 

The words hang in the air, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. His girl. Max just called you his girl. The realization hits you like a freight train, but there’s no time to dwell on it as the bouncer arrives, having noticed the commotion. 

The guy stammers out a half-hearted apology, but Max isn’t having any of it. He pushes him away, standing protectively in front of you. The other drivers, who had been enjoying themselves a moment ago, are now watching intently, ready to back Max up if needed. But the bouncer is already there, having noticed the commotion.

“Get this piece of shit out of here,” Max orders, his voice leaving no room for argument. The bouncer doesn’t hesitate, grabbing the guy and dragging him towards the exit. You can’t help but feel a mix of relief and embarrassment as everyone’s eyes turn back to you. The adrenaline from the confrontation has left you shaken, and all you want to do is get out of there.

“I think…I think I’m going to head home,” you say, your voice a little shaky. The rest of the group immediately offers to leave as well, but you shake your head. “No, you guys stay. Have fun. I just need to get some rest.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Max says, his tone leaving no room for argument. You open your mouth to protest, not wanting to ruin his night, but he cuts you off. “Y/N, I’m taking you home. End of discussion.”

You know better than to argue when he’s in this mood, so you simply nod, letting him lead you out of the club. The car ride is silent, the tension thick between you. You keep replaying the events of the night in your head, trying to make sense of Max’s reaction. The way he called you “his girl” to the guy has your mind spinning, but you don’t dare bring it up, unsure of what it means—or maybe too scared to hope.

When you finally reach your apartment, you hesitate before getting out of the car. “Do you…do you want to come up?” you ask, your voice almost timid. Max looks at you for a moment before nodding.

“Sure.”

Once inside, you head to your room to change into something more comfortable, grateful for a moment to gather your thoughts. Meanwhile, Max busies himself in the kitchen. When you return, you find him making a sandwich, a small, amused smile on his face when he notices you watching.

“I figured you might be hungry,” he says, sliding the plate towards you as you sit at the counter. The two of you eat in silence, the weight of everything that’s gone unsaid hanging in the air.

It’s you who finally breaks the silence. “Max…about tonight…”

He looks up at you, his expression unreadable. “What about it?”

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what’s been on your mind since the moment he stepped in to protect you. “You called me ‘your girl’ back there. Why?”

Max’s eyes search yours, and for a moment, you see something in them—something deep, something vulnerable. He sets down his sandwich and leans across the counter, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Because…because that’s what you are to me,” he admits, his voice soft but firm. “You’ve always been my girl, Y/N. I just…I never had the guts to say it. I was afraid of messing things up between us, but seeing that guy…seeing him touch you, I just…I couldn’t stand it.”

His words leave you speechless, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy washing over you. You’ve wanted to hear those words for so long, but you never thought you actually would.

“Max…are you saying…?” you trail off, too afraid to finish the sentence, too scared to hope that this could actually be happening.

He reaches out, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for a long time. I just…I didn’t want to lose you by telling you.”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, your heart racing in your chest. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across your face, and you squeeze his hand.**

“I love you too, Max,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve loved you for so long, but I was too scared to say anything. I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

Max lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his face breaking into a wide, relieved smile. “God, we’re such idiots,” he laughs, moving around the counter to pull you into his arms. “All this time, and we’ve both been too afraid to say anything.”

You laugh too, the sound filled with a mix of relief and happiness. “Yeah, we are,” you agree, resting your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your cheek. “But at least we finally figured it out.”

Max pulls back slightly, tilting your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes. “And now that we have,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with emotion, “we have all the time in the world.”

You smile up at him, your heart swelling with love for this man who’s been your best friend for so long, and now, finally, something more. “Yeah, we do,” you agree softly before leaning up to press your lips to his.

The kiss is slow and tender at first, both of you savoring the moment that’s been a long time coming. But soon, it deepens, the pent-up emotions from years of unspoken feelings pouring out. Max’s hands cup your face as he kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go, and you melt into him, feeling like you’re finally where you’re meant to be.

When you finally pull back, both of you are breathless, and you can’t help but laugh again, the joy bubbling up inside you. “We really are idiots,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. “How did it take us this long?”

Max chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t know,” he admits, “but I’m just glad we finally got here.”

You smile, leaning up to kiss him again, and this time, the kiss is filled with promise—a promise of a future together, of all the moments you’ll share now that the truth is out. And as you pull him closer, feeling his arms wrap around you, you know that this is just the beginning.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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soft max always>>>

F.I.N.E || MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x teacher!reader Summary: When your student gets injured and you can’t get hold of her parents you try call an old contact number hoping he can help. Warnings: slight angst, fluff WC: 3.4K

Max frowned at the unfamiliar number calling him. If it wasn’t for the fact it was a local number he would have ignored it but since few people had his personal number he decided to answer it. Immediately he was hit with the sound of high pitch cries and a soothing voice softly singing a lullaby that eased the knot of anxiety that had formed in an instant. 

“Hello, is this Max?” you asked when you realised the dual tone had stopped and the call had been answered. You shifted the child carefully on your lap and grabbed the old enrolment form to see the name again. “Max Verstappen?”

“Maxy?” the girl in your arms echoed with confusion.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m one of Penelope’s teachers. There’s been an incident and I found your number under her emergency contact list.”

“Oh no, sorry, there must be a mistake. You should call her mother or father. I’m not, we’re not, um, I shouldn’t be on that list anymore.”

You cringed as another piercing cry deafened your ear and you rubbed the little girl's back. “It hurts,” she whimpered.

“I know, sweetheart, someone will be here to get you shortly,” you replied softly and you hoped it was the truth. “Look, Max, I’ve tried every other contact number and no one is answering. Is there any way you could come down here? At least until I can get in touch with someone else.”

Max pinched the bridge of his nose but when he heard P’s shuddering cry he knew he had to go. “Okay, I’ll be there shortly.”

Max didn’t care if he got a parking ticket, he took the loading space right outside the preschool building. He likely would have gotten a speeding ticket too in his rush to cross the city but thankfully there weren’t any police in his path. 

“Maxy!” 

Penelope wriggled in your arms as she spotted the stranger walking into the classroom. His eyes immediately found her and he crossed the space to where you sat holding her.

“Hey, P,” he greeted with a smile and knelt down at your height. “What’s happened, bug?”

Her little eyes welled up again as she lifted her bandaged wrist. “I fell off the playground.”

“I don’t think anything is broken but I would suggest having her doctor check to be sure.”

“I don’t know who her doctor is. I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”

“You’re contact details were-”

“Those must have been from when she started. Her mother and I haven’t been together for a while.”

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry to put this on you. I swear I tried every other phone number we have.”

Max nodded and his sigh sounded exhausted as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I just need to make a call. I’ll be back in a minute, bug.”

Max walked along the room, looking over the children’s artwork as he pressed his phone to his ear and waited. Eventually the call went to voicemail and his spine straightened tensely. “Kel, I’ve picked up P from daycare and I’m taking her to the hospital. Call me when you get this.”

You could see the man was stressed when he returned and his short hair pointed in all directions from the hand he kept nervously running through it. It was cute.

“Daniil is in Italy this week for work,” Max said as he returned to your side and picked up Penelope’s Prada backpack before opening his arms. “I’ll keep trying to get a hold of Kelly. Come on, bug.”

Lunchtime was coming to an end and children were starting to file back into the room, a few of the older ones stopping at staring wide eyed at Max. He was tall but not that tall or formidable to draw such a reaction but your question was answered when one of the boys ran to his picture on the wall. Timothée unpinned the drawing of a race car and ran up to Max, holding it out with a pencil.

“Sir, can you please sign this?”

Max looked used to the attention and took the pen with a polite, “Sure.” He stared at the picture for the moment after signing it and chuckled. “Is the RB20?”

Timothée nodded eagerly. “It’s my favourite.”

“Mine too,” he said as handed the picture back and smiled as it was crushed happily to the boy's chest. Max then carefully picked up Penelope, slowly so she wasn’t jostled, and his arms brushed yours. 

“If you need anything you have my number,” you reminded as the weight was lifted from your lap. “Children can be a little overwhelming if you’re not used to it.”

Max smiled fondly at Penelope and shook his head. “This isn’t new. I still have her room set up.”

“You do?” Penelope asked hopefully and Max turned his head as he cursed to himself. “Are we going to live with you again?”

“No, no, sorry, P,” he said softly. “I just haven’t had time to redecorate.”

“Oh.” You both winced at the defeated tone and you knew the fresh tears had nothing to do with her arm this time but you were saved by the bell as it spurred Max to toss the bag over his shoulder and look to the door.

“I hope you feel better soon, Penelope.”

“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you,” Max echoed with a nod before departing.

All afternoon you were distracted with thoughts of the two of them until the final bell rang and you grabbed your phone. You had sporadically tried to contact Daniil and Kelly again but the calls went straight to voicemail every time and you found no returned calls.

Y/N: How is Penelope? Max: She is happy watching The Little Mermaid. She has a sprained wrist and the nurse complemented the bandaging so you should be proud. Y/N: And how are you? Max: I’m fine.

Max swore as the pot of water boiled over and he hissed as he grabbed the handle to find it was just as hot. He dropped his phone reaching for the teatowel and then P started calling out from the living room complaining that the movie was boring - the same movie she watched a thousand times and she had specifically asked for.

Y/N: My mentor used to tell me that stood for: freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional. Are you sure you are fine?

After turning the stove down to a simmer and wiping up the mess of water that had splashed across his floor he went and changed the movie to what would hopefully last longer than ten minutes before she changed her mind. Taking another attempt at making dinner, he grabbed a bag of pasta from his pantry and poured its entirety into the pot.

Max: I’m thinking I am definitely neurotic and possibly starting to freak out. Y/N: I couldn’t have that on my conscience. My offer still stands if you need some help. Max: You don’t have anyone you need to get home to? Y/N: My cat prefers his own company unless he’s hungry and he’s already been fed today so no. Max: I don’t want you to go out of your way. Y/N: I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t willing to follow through. Let me help. Please?

Max smiled at his phone before sending his address and looking around to see how tidy the place was. His jacket was tossed on the table instead of being hung up and Penelope’s bag was spilled across the entryway floor, not the first impression he wanted to make.

You entered the port address into your phone and locked the classroom behind you, feeling a little unsteady at the thought of seeing Max again. Penelope was a sweet child and she seemed comfortable with Max but you hadn’t really ever heard her talk about him before. You told yourself the only reason you were going there was to check on your student's wellbeing, but a small part of you wanted to see Max again.

You wondered if maybe he hadn’t heard your knock on the door or that you had the wrong apartment and you rapped your knuckles on it again before he called out. There was a crash and then a groan close to the door before it swung open and Max balanced on one leg.

“Uh, is everything okay?” you asked as he clutched his foot.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he rushed before he caught the teasing curl of your brow and he froze before a smile grew on his lips. “Right, freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional.”

“You’re a quick learner.” You stepped inside at his invitation and he closed the door behind you while you rushed towards the burning smell in the kitchen. “Oh, wow.”

“Fucksake,” Max grumbled as he grabbed a wet tea towel before reaching for the tray of garlic bread in the oven. “Ouch, shit!”

“You said a naughty word,” Penelope called out from the next room like it was something that she regularly commented on. “That's another 20.”

Max sighed heavily as he looked at a jar on the bench that was already filled with cash. “Shit.”

“I heard that.”

“Shouldn’t you be watching your movie?”

You giggled at the amusing conversation before turning the tap to cold and taking Max’s hand. “Wet towels and hot trays make steam.”

He watched you guide his hand under the water and flinched as it hit the burn mark on his palm. “I don’t usually cook, if you couldn’t tell.”

“The life of a bachelor. Keep your hand there.” You moved with ease around his kitchen trying to save what was left of dinner but paused at a huge pot of pasta that had swelled up and pushed the lid half off. “Are you expecting a dozen other people?”

Max shrugged innocently. “I didn’t know how much to put in.”

“Well the good news is the top half is edible,” you stated after finding a colander and draining the pasta until only a thick layer remained stuck to the bottom of the pot. “Do you have any sauce?”

“Sauce?”

“What were you going to have with it?”

“Garlic bread.” You both looked at the charred sticks still smoking on the baking tray.

“Do you mind?” you asked as you pointed to his fridge and the cupboards around the kitchen.

“No, please. Go ahead.”

You checked the fridge first and you were pleasantly surprised to find it well stocked with fresh fruit and vegetables. “Do you live off salads or does all this go to waste?”

“Neither, my nutritionist comes by twice a week and he prepares the meals.”

For a moment you had forgotten his profession. You had googled his name after Timothée couldn’t stop talking about meeting the ‘Max Verstappen’. “That must be intense, and restricting. Does your social life suffer?”

“It’s not so bad. I still get to go out for dinner and have a few drinks when I want.” He started to pull his hand out from under the water but you tutted and caught his wrist, holding it back beneath the cold stream.

“Keep still,” you warned with a voice you saved for children who weren’t listening. “It needs 20 minutes under there.”

“You want me to stand here for twenty minutes?”

“No, science wants you to stay there for twenty minutes.”

“Are you a teacher or a nurse?” he asked with a playful roll of his eyes.

“Depends if it's halloween.”

His loud laugh made you smile and you eased your grip on his hand one finger at a time to see if he would stay where he was. He did. “I’ll behave, Miss Y/L/N.”

“You can call me Y//N.”

“I kind of like calling you Miss Y/L/N.”

You checked to see if he was serious but thankfully there was a teasing smile on his face before you returned to the fridge to gather some ingredients.

By some small miracle dinner can’t have been too bad since everyone cleaned their plates of the pasta, though you thought they were likely being polite since you could still taste the hint of smoke from the bottom of the pan. Penelope had spent most of the meal asking Max if he remembered what they used to do when she lived there, how they used to go travelling and shopping. You got to see first hand how much patience the man had as he answered each question despite how it made him uncomfortable.

“You miss her,” you commented after she had gone back to the tv. Max started to collect the dishes with you and sighed as he placed them in the sink. 

“It was a big change when they moved out,” he spoke quietly and you stepped closer so you could hear better. “She kept asking if she did something wrong.”

“That must have been hard for you.” His eyes widened and you wondered what shocked him, but you had a feeling it was the fact someone showed concern for him. Even though you didn’t know the details of the break up, it was clear he had and still did care for Penelope and you felt sorry for him. “Can I hug you? I’m a hugger and I feel like you could really do with one.”

“You want to hug me?”

You tried to shrug it off casually. “If you want to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Everyone needs a hug sometime.”

“I do,” he said quickly, very quickly, before he cleared his throat. “I mean, I-I wouldn’t mind a hug.”

You smiled at his tentativeness and stepped into his personal space, slipping your hands into the narrow openings between his limp arms and his body to curl around his waist. It took a moment for him to respond before his own arms embraced the comfort and curled around your back too.

“You smell really good, Max,” you complimented as you rested your head on his chest and caught the scent of his cologne.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, the amusement relaxing him even more until his entire body curved into yours. “I think you have playdough in your hair.”

You hummed in agreement. “Highly likely. You wouldn’t believe the places I find that stuff at the end of the day, glitter too.”

His bold laugh made you smile and you didn’t care it was at your own expense, you were just happy to know it was because of you. Unfortunately you didn’t have the chance to hear it again as his phone rang from the countertop and you saw Kelly’s name light up the screen.

“I should let you get that,” you said as you stepped back, instantly missing the warmth and his scent. “I’ll go keep Penelope company.”

Max waited for you to leave the kitchen before he accepted the call, his calm state evaporating in an instant. “What the hell, Kelly? Where have you been?”

“My phone was on flight mode, I was on a plane. Is P okay?”

“Her wrist is sprained but she’s alright now.” Max pinched the bridge of his nose and reminded himself to breathe. “Why would you leave her alone?”

“She wasn’t alone. Maria was meant to pick her up after school and I should have been home in time for dinner but my flight was delayed.”

“Who is Maria?”

“Her nanny.”

Max had to suppress the groan at the news. He knew Daniil hated the idea of a nanny and he had offered to have more custody so that P would be raised by her parents and not a stranger, but Kelly had vetoed that idea.

“Do you want to go out for dinner? I owe you.”

“No, we’ve already eaten.”

“Some other time then.”

Max made a non-committal sound, his eyes darting to the living room where he watched Penelope explain the movie to you. You were so attentive and patient, asking questions that had Penelope thinking deeper and using such a simple interaction as a learning opportunity. He could see why you suited being a teacher.

“Maybe,” he lied, “just let me know when you’re almost here and I’ll bring P out to you, I don’t want to confuse her any more.”

“Right, of course,” Kelly sighed. “I’ll see you soon, Max.”

Max made the most of the time he had left with P, abandoning the dishes so he could sit on the other side of her and watch the movie about a chef rat. She had cozied into his side with a yawn and nudged his arm until he eventually draped it over her shoulder. It was completely innocent but you couldn’t help noticing the heat of his hand touching your arm, the warmth spreading like wildfire.

The fire was doused when his phone vibrated and the moment to leave had come.

While he grabbed Penelope’s backpack, you grabbed your handbag and prepared your own goodbyes. It was silly to feel sad the evening had come to an end but you knew that you would likely never see Max again. You weren’t famous and he didn’t have children, your paths weren’t meant to cross.

“Have a good weekend, Penelope,” you said as you knelt down and gave her a hug. “I’ll see you bright and early on Monday.”

“Bye, Miss Y/L/N.”

You rose to your feet wondering where you stood with Max until he opened his arms. “Anytime you need a hug, you have my number,” you offered as you stepped into his embrace, no matter how unlikely that prospect was.

“Or if I’m feeling fine?”

You giggled and nodded against his chest. “Especially if you’re feeling fine.”

The walk to the elevator was slow, as if no one wanted the strange evening to end, but there was no stopping time as it began making its way down from the penthouse to the ground floor. The doors opened and you instantly spotted Kelly in the reception area, her elegant and effortless beauty reminding you that you still had playdough in your hair.

With one last look at the man beside you, you gave him a small smile and stepped away. “Goodbye, Max.”

He didn’t respond as you headed to the valet area but he pulled his phone out of his pocket and yours vibrated a moment later.

Max: Are you okay?

Y/N: I’m fine.

Max: Me too. Emotional, you?

Y/N: Insecure.

Max: Want a hug?

You stopped and turned to see Max hand Penelope’s bag over before struggling to separate the girl from where she clung to his leg. She didn’t know, couldn’t see how it was hurting Max, but you could. So you waited, and when the mother and daughter had departed you stepped into the elevator with the subdued man, slipping your hand into his.

The elevator rose quickly and you watched Max’s throat bounce with the deep swallow he made before he choked out a broken, “Fuck.”

“I feel like I should remind you about the swear jar,” you teased as you bumped your shoulder gently against his arm. “But I’ll let you off this once because I have a soft spot for you.”

He looked down at you from the corner of his eye and you saw some of the sadness fading from them. “Does that make me the teacher's pet?”

You gasped dramatically and clutched your chest with your free hand. “I could never bestow such high praise after just one day.”

“What are your plans tomorrow then?” he asked with a smirk as the doors opened and he pulled his house key out of his pocket.

“I don’t have any.”

“Lovely, now are you going to answer my question?” He stepped inside the apartment and opened his arms. “Did you want a hug?”

Your smile chased away more of the shadows in his eyes and the last of it was erased when you stepped into his arms with an eager nod. “I will never say no to a hug.”

His chest bounced with a laugh and you felt him rest his cheek on your head with a contented sigh. “That is very good to know.”

[moonlight-records]

Nutcracker after hours| MV33 (HAC #4)

pairing: mv33 x technical theater!reader

summary: It's nutcracker season and you have taken the role of production stage manager for your theater. Your boyfriend reminds you that he is your biggest fan and supporter.

warning: fluff!

fc: none!

wc: 2.7K

a/n: day 4 of moonlight records holiday advent calendar!

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | current day | day 5 | day 6

There are two live theater shows that are a trademark for the holiday season. The first one is the Christmas Spectacular starring the Radio City Rockettes in NYC. It truly is spectacular as you got to see the show once or twice on your trips to NYC during the holiday season and you still hope that they’ll release a pro-shot for others to see.

The second show is The Nutcracker. It was the show for the holiday season. A classic in the ballet world that has become a timeless classic. It was a show that you have seen time and time again. Sometimes it’s your own choice but most times it’s because you work The Nutcracker during the holiday season.

You enjoyed working on the show during the holiday season. Most times you’re a crew member backstage helping with the props and a few costume changes when the team wardrobe is spread thin. You got to hang with your now Nutcracker family, as you called them, and it was nothing but laughs, even the stage management team who constantly are running around like chickens without heads. You often came in early with food (or came back with food during two show days) and let them rant about the dance moms. As much as you love stage managing, you did not envy the stage management team dealing with all the dance moms and were very content being just a random crew member.

Though that all changed this year when the production stage manager reached out to you back in May and asked if you would take over for her. She was pregnant and her due date was during the Nutcracker season and the stress of the stage management team you did not need her to deal with during a pregnancy so you stupidly took the job thinking it wouldn’t be that bad.

“I hate dance moms!” You announce as you close the door entering the house. You bring your gaze to the corner of the living room seeing Max on the sim raising his mic as he glances over at you. You cover your mouth and mouth an ‘I’m sorry!’ realizing that he’s on stream. You put your backpack down on the couch gently and sit down as Jimmy and Sassy both make their way over out of their hiding spot and purr as they climb all over you as you take your laptop out.

Hearing shuffling, you glance up and giggle seeing Max’s headset hair as he makes his way over to the couch. He sits next to you tossing an arm over the back of the couch as he leans back. “What was that about hating dance moms?”

You groan at Max’s question as you lean back and rest your head against Max’s head staring at the ceiling. Then you sit forward again as you continue the rehearsal report, because if you stayed at the theater for a second long you were going to rip your hair out, as your eye twitches. “Entitled moms who have done nothing but try to butter up Mrs. Dimitri all rehearsal and have nasty attitudes. You know one mom tried to argue with my asm when they asked her, very kindly, to be quiet backstage because I heard her from the front of the house. You know how loud you have to be for me to hear you in the front of the theater?”

“Pretty loud?” Max asks cautiously.

“Exactly! Also, The Nutcracker has no words and these are moms that have been with the dance school that’s performing for years so you think they'd do no better!” You throw your hands up and turn to face your boyfriend as you continue ranting, “but no. They have no respect for my team or me all because "we’re not Sherry”. That’s exactly what she said to me when I went backstage during break to explain why her behavior was unacceptable.”

Max’s face twists in shock and disgust, “What? Oh absolutely not. Please tell me you gave her a piece of your mind.”

“Sadly, I could not. Again, I was working but Sherry did give me permission to call her if stuff like this arose and I did just that and Sherry chewed her out on speaker and told her that ‘I specifically asked Y/N to fill in since I’m pregnant and close to my due date. Do not let me get another phone call like this again because next one I will not be nice in my wording.” You smile at the memory, “so yeah. Tomorrow should be fun.”

“Oh, liefje,” Max frowns, “I’m sorry you had to deal with that today.” Max pulls you in by his shoulders and gently kisses your forehead, “I’m glad Sherry had your back though.” It takes a second before Max frowns, “wait. You have work tomorrow? I thought tomorrow was your day off.”

“It’s tech. We work until opening day. I was hoping tomorrow would be a quick day but given how horrible today was tech wise, he wants at least an 8 hour day.” You sigh softly as you lean away to continue typing, “so I have to finish the report and send that out to everyone and then update the daily schedule for tomorrow and send that out again and blah blah blah.” You lean into Max, making a face as you speak and laugh along with Max before you shift leaning your back against Max’s side as you type.

When you finish your paperwork and email them out you get up and excuse yourself. You plug your laptop in so it’s ready to go tomorrow before going to shower and changing into pajamas. You come back out drying your hair and smile seeing a take out container from your favorite spot while Max is flipping through streaming services. You sit next to him, thanking him and kissing his cheek before grabbing the closest blanket and putting it over you two. Jimmy and Sassy immediately climb onto your lap and giggle softly as the cats purr and curl up into your lap. Max so kindly passes you your to go container as you two settle down for a movie.

You overslept by accident. When you woke up, you were stumbling out of bed and getting dressed before quickly brushing your teeth before packing your backpack quickly and rushing out the door. You’re in the car when you realize you left your leftovers in the car and groan because if you go back in, you’ll be late. You decide that you’ll just buy lunch as you back out of the driveway and head to the theater.

You get there about an hour before rehearsal starts and by the time everything is set up and ready, including talking to the crew and running them through the day's event, it was time to start. It started with a class lead by the older dancers before you announce to the dancers (and parents who are in the show) that you will be backstage and it will be running at show conditions. That would include all costumes, props, drops, hair, and makeup. You then watch the crew set up for the top of the show after doing an alcohol sweep as well as doing a channel check for the lights. You make your way off stage to give a 15 minute warning to the company before stopping at a rather confused figure entering backstage.

“Max?”

“Ah! Mijn liefje” Max announces as you come over to him, “There you are. This place is gigantic. Thank god you have signs because I would’ve gotten lost.” Max laughs softly while holding a bag and your favorite glass tumbler with iced coffee.

You take the bag and plop it in your chair at your little stage management podium before grabbing the mic and giving the 15 minute warning. Pushing the mic away, you take the coffee from Max, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to give you your lunch. You left it at home and you also were rushing out the door. You didn’t even think about making coffee.” Leaning over to look at your station, he leans back, “and apparently you didn’t even stop for iced coffee.” Pressing the back of his hand gently to your forehead, “are you sick?”

“Ha ha.” You start as you take a sip of your iced coffee and feel the caffeine hit your system which is a breath of fresh air for you, “I overslept and since I needed to open the theater and get everything set up, I didn’t bother.” You shrug casually, “I was just planning on ordering something and having a crew member grab it for me.”

Max stares at you and blinks.

“What?”

“Why would you order something? You can just text me. I’ll drop it off.”

“Oh well, I didn’t know if you’d be on the sim or something so,” you shrug casually, “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Nonsense,” Max pulls his brows together, “you can—” you hold a finger up to signal ‘just a moment’ before pulling the mic back down to give a ten minute warning. It’s early but dancers are never on time. Pushing the mic away you gesture for Max to continue, “—just text me anytime when I’m home. Nothing can be more important than you.” Huffing his cheeks out in slight annoyance, “just for that I’m going to stay in case you need anything.”

Putting your lips together you let it mull over. Technically, Max should not be backstage considering he was not a part of the show at all but after the day you had yesterday, you would love to see your boyfriend.

“Fine.” You hold a hand up, “but you have to follow some rules.”

“Y/N.” Max wiggles his nose slightly.

“Max. You have to follow these rules if you want to stay. I’m already breaking one by letting you stay. Technically if you aren’t a dancer, a parent, or a part of the crew you should not be back here so please.”

“Fine. What are the rules.”

“Don’t be too loud. Don’t touch anything on the table or even think about touching the fly rail system. You can pull a chair up and sit by me but don’t wander, please. Also please, for the love of god, when I say ‘standby’ on headset do not speak. I need complete silence and that goes for everyone else around me and everyone on headset.” You look at your boyfriend, “can you do that?”

“Easy.”

“You say that now.” You smile, “you can always step out if needed.”

You turn to give the five minute warning as Max snorts before finding a chair and bringing it over. Once you give the final ‘places for top of show’ you sit in your own chair and put your headset on.

“Coms check. Rail?”

“Here.”

“Thank you. Lighting?”

“I’m here!"

“Great! Spot one?”

“Hello hello.”

“Hey there. Spot two?”

“Yuuuuuuur!”

“Yuuuuuuuur.” You grin. “Sound?”

“Loud and clear.”

“Wonderful! Rail, can I have the main in?”

“Working.” It gives a beat as you watch the main curtain come in on the monitor before you hear “complete” on the coms.

Thank you. Finally, stage left?”

“Ready whenever you are.”

“That’s what I love to hear.” You sing and try to ignore Max looking up at you in awe seeing you in your element. Opening your iPad case, you pull the “script” up, which is just the score with all the cues, as you hear the door behind you open. You glance down and snicker at Max’s face twisting from awe to shock as all the children and adults start filing in. You mouth ‘I told you’ before turning back to the monitor as you crack your neck.

“Alright everyone. Have a great show! Standby sound for pre-show, LX for lights 101 and 102 and rail out. Pre-show and lights 101 go.” You listen to the announcement as you watch the house lights dim as the show begins.

You go from sitting to standing. Even though you had a wired headset, it was long enough that you could pace back and forth in between calls to make sure everything was fine. A few times, you turn and jump when Max is behind you. You almost yell at him before realizing and taking a breath. He offers a sheepish smile and murmurs an ‘apology’ because it was a force of habit that Max turns into your shadow when you start moving. You mouth ‘that it’s fine but you need to sit‘ because you did not need something going wrong while Max is trying to be your shadow.

The first act goes without a hitch. After the curtain drops the dancers scatter off the stage chatting and laughing when intermissions rolls around as you give a 15 minute warning for the top of act 2. You lean back in your chair, taking your headset off and closing your eyes for a moment.

“Wow.”

You open your eyes as you bring your gaze to your boyfriend. Your eyes meet turquoise eyes shining in awe, “You’re amazing at stage managing.”

You blush slightly and break your gaze first. “Oh, thanks babe. It’s nothing, really.”

“Do not start to undersell yourself. I mean it, Y/N.” Max turns to face you, leaning on the arm of your chair and you can’t help to bring your gaze back to your boyfriend, “I mean it. Sure, I don’t understand most of what is going on but I know damn well that if you put me in front of that iPad and told me to do it I would be utterly lost. Even with a show that has words, I wouldn’t be able to do half the things you do while also being extremely professional and nice,” leaning in his voice drops as he murmurs, “because you are right. Dance moms are fucking cunts.” Leaning back and clearing his throat, “Really. You’re amazing at this.”

Typically, you brush compliments off when it comes to your job because it’s well, your job. You know how hard and demanding the job is sometimes and you always joke that you truly hate yourself to put yourself through this torture but it was rewarding at the end of the day. Though hearing it come from Max, who knows little to theater, your heart flutters as you melt into your chair slightly. “Thank you, babe.” You murmur softly as you gently while rubbing soothing circles into his cheek. You smile as Max leans into your touch, kissing your palm gently.

“Of course, mijn liefje.” Max murmurs softly as he settles down as you turn away to grab the mic. You continue to make the calls to the company before act two is under way.

By some miracle, Mr. Dimitri is pleased after the second run through of the show and ends rehearsal early which you’re thankful for. You get the report out along with the daily schedule before making your way onto stage with your crew to run them through what the game plan would be for opening night. You make sure everything backstage is locked up before walking out the front lobby with Max saying goodbye to the front of house staff, who in return say goodbye to the two of you.

Once outside, both you and Max shield your eyes since it’s still sunny out though you put your hand down only a moment after, eyes readjusting.

“Fucking hell,” Max mutters as he blinks a few times and his eyes readjust. “How did you readjust so fast?”

“When you do this so often, your eyes just train themselves.” You explain, “Well…I didn’t actually plan to get out as early as we did so is there anything you want to do?”

Ruffling through his pockets, “I do.” Max pulls out a ticket and hands it to you with the most innocent shit eating grin.

Raising a brow, you take the ticket and laugh. It’s one of the homemade tickets you made for Max. He’s decided to cash his ‘one free cuddle session for however long the owner of the tickets wants’. “Well, Mr. Verstappen, how long are you requesting a cuddle session?”

Pulling you in by your waist, Max hums softly and tilts his head. “Rest of the day?”

Wrapping your arms around Max’s neck, “I can do that.”

“Well, come on.” Max gently tugs you and you giggle, stumbling into Max slightly as he leads you two to his arm.

[gguk-n]

Hey author,

Loved your work! I have a request for a Max Verstappen fiction. Here's the idea:

Max Verstappen and the Reader have been friends since childhood and started dating when they were 15. The Reader is currently the number one ranked tennis player, with 2 Wimbledon titles, 3 French Open titles, and 2 Australian Open titles to her name. She is the best in women's singles and doubles tennis at the moment.

The Reader is a badass, known for her fiery press conferences and domination on the court, much like how Max is in racing. Despite being a power couple in front of the world, they are very vulnerable and weak for each other. They know the struggles both have been through—she understands the impact Max's childhood and his father, Jos, have had on him, and he knows the challenges she faces, including attacks and pressures from the media.

They are incredibly supportive of each other. Max attends all her Grand Slam matches, and she visits his races. They are deeply in love and very open with each other, understanding each other's feelings and experiences.

That's the type of story I have in mind. I hope you like it!

Best regards,

Anon.

This is such a detailed ask, I've had this in my inbox for months atp. Nonnie, you've got a really creative mind and you're good at this. I would love to read if you write this but I'm not sure if I'll be able to do this any justice.

Sorry for not being able to go thru with your request.

[landoughnut]

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kinda wish my dad was like this. not me projecting right now 😭😭

Mafia Dad Max accidentally snapping at your little one because he was stressed

A/N: Decided to do this with Fabian and Casper again

"Casper, you have to leave Daddy alone when he's working." You whisper, picking up Casper who groans reaching for his father's office door. "Mommy, I want to play with Daddy." Casper whines, holding his toy cars close.

"I know you do baby, but Daddy is in an important meeting and shouldn't be bothered." Casper nods and you place your 5 year old next to Fabian who watches Bluey.

Casper sighs and pushes his cars around, pouting. "Daddy," He whines, Fabian turning to him and cocking his head to the side. "Going to play with Daddy," Casper mumbles, standing up and taking his cars as he walks down the hall and to the closed door.

"Daddy?" Casper opens the door and pokes his head through the slot and sees Max sitting at his desk growling in Dutch. "Daddy? Play?" Max turns and sees Casper and waves him off, not wanting him to walk in further.

Casper huffs and toddles into the room and shoves his cars onto the desk. "Daddy! Play!" Casper yells, Max turns snapping as he shoves the cars off the desk. "Dammit, Casper. No," Max growls. The room grows quiet as Casper eyes grow wide, and filled with water.

"Oh, oh Cassie no." Max whispers and reaches out for his son but Casper screams and runs out of the room, his scream turning into sobs. "Casper?" You round the corner out of the kitchen as your sweet heart of a son runs at you. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You drop to the floor and pull him into your arms.

"Casper? What happened?" You ask again trying to calm him down. "Daddy!" He screams and hides his face into your shoulder and you sigh just holding him as he cries.

Max steps out of his office, the floor creaking and Fabian pokes his head out and flinches seeing his father and moves standing in front of you and Casper. "Fabby, you don't have to protect us. Daddy won't hurt us." You mummer, Max's heart breaking has he holds the toy cars that Casper loves playing with.

"Fabby, I won't hurt Mommy and Cassie." Max crouches down, but Fabian glares at his father. "Daddy hurt Cassie," Max drops his head and squeezes his eyes shut. "I know I did buddy. But let me talk to Casper." He looks up and you can see the heartbreak in his eyes.

You knew what he was thinking, he just acted like his father would have. "Fabby, go watch Bluey, we're okay." Fabian glares one last time and walks off, Casper sniffles and hides deeper into your hold.

"Casper, baby, I'm so sorry. Daddy, shouldn't have yelled at you. And I feel horrible. We can play cars for however long you want." Max whispers, reaching out for him Casper shies away which breaks Max heart all over again.

"Give it some time," You whisper and Max nods, standing but stops when he feels a small hand hold onto his pant leg. "Cuddle?" Casper asks, and Max doesn't think twice picking up his little boy. "I'm so sorry Cassie," Max buries his head into is sons hair and takes a deep breath and sighs. "I love you, baby."

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 max verstappen x  wife! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . a tiktok trend is surfacing where people go up to their s/o and tell them they can't pay rent to see their reaction. There isn't a reason why you shouldn't participate (567 words)

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Max is completely locked in, eyes glued to the screen, hands firm on the wheel, mouth slightly open in concentration. His headset is snug over his ears, blocking out the world as he maneuvers through corners with precision. His sim-racing setup is no joke—triple monitors, top-tier wheelbase, everything fine-tuned to perfection.

You take a deep breath and step into the frame, phone in hand.

“Max,” you say, voice soft, but just enough to be heard over the whirring of his wheel.

“Mm?” He doesn’t look away.

You hesitate for dramatic effect, then sigh. “I, uh . . . I can’t pay rent this month.”

The reaction is instant. His foot slams the brake pedal so hard his virtual car nearly stalls. His head jerks toward you, brows knitting together in pure confusion.

“What?”

You bite your lip, fighting the smile creeping onto your face. “I don’t have enough this month. I can’t pay rent.”

Max blinks. He blinks again. His hands hover uselessly over the wheel before he suddenly rips the headset off, letting it dangle around his neck. “What do you mean you can’t pay rent?” He tilts his head, looking at you like you just told him you crashed his actual F1 car.

You shrug. “I just—things were a little tight, so I can’t—”

Max pushes his chair back and stands so fast it nearly topples over. “But—wait.” He stares at you, then rubs his temple. “What do you mean you can’t pay? How were you paying in the first place?”

It’s so cute how he’s actually struggling to process this.

You tilt your head, acting innocent. “With my money?”

“You don’t pay rent!” he practically yells. His Dutch accent thickens, hands flying to his hips in exasperation. “I told you—you are my princess. You don’t pay for anything! This is my house, my responsibility!”

You blink up at him. “So . . . you’re saying I don’t have to pay?”

Max looks personally offended. “Have you been—were you secretly paying rent behind my back?!” His voice jumps an octave. His hands gesture wildly between you and the general direction of his computer, as if that will help him understand what’s happening. “Did the rent go up and you covered it?! Why didn’t I know? Who did you send money to? Do I need to call someone—?”

He’s spiraling.

You bite your lip harder to keep from laughing. “So . . . you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Max runs a hand through his hair, pacing a little. “Schat, I am not mad—I am concerned.” He stops, suddenly grabbing your hands. “How do you not have enough money? What happened?” His eyes are full of actual worry now. “Did someone scam you? Did you buy something? Do you need more? I can transfer you money now—”

The way he’s already reaching for his phone makes you lose it.

Your laughter finally breaks through, and Max freezes. His head tilts, eyes narrowing. “Wait.” His lips press together, suspicious. “Is this a joke?”

You nod, still giggling, and Max exhales so hard it’s like he just finished a two-hour race. He groans, rubbing his face.

“You—” He shakes his head. “You are lucky I love you.”

You grin, wrapping your arms around his waist. “So I don’t have to pay rent?”

Max huffs, still annoyed but already melting into your hold. He kisses your forehead with a dramatic sigh.

“Schat, you were never paying rent to begin with.”