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[itzmaxiel]

Daniel and Max on Max his stories.

Besties back together!

[love44lew]

just like him . max verstappen

彡driver max verstappen

彡genre drunk!max verstappen x gn!reader, angst to fluff

彡summary max comes home drunk after a long night of partying and celebrating another wdc

၊၊||၊ this story has been haunting me for weeks now and im always busy with school or just dont have motivation to write but im glad to finally get the last of it on this sunday evening. enjoy and ty for reading!! ၊၊||၊

彡warnings alcohol, mentions of child abuse

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max stumbles into the door after too damn long trying to get that stupid lock. why was the damn door locked anyway? he roughly plops down on the floor, kicking his shoes off and tossing them to the side without any second thought about them. he’s woozy and his head feels like its full of water and he can barely stand up straight—it was a long night of drinking and celebrating securing the drivers championship.

you would’ve went, but you weren’t feeling too well and even though max had insisted to stay home with you, you refused to let him miss out on celebrating such an achievement; hesitantly he went.

after a long 3 hours of drinking, dancing, partying him and his father had a long talk. a deep one, about his childhood. once again he’d taken credit for max’s achievements, once again telling max he should be grateful for the years of ‘tough parenting’. still the same stupid ass excuse he had to brag about how beating your kids made them world champions, what a way to ruin a night.

max stumbled into the kitchen, the house being left dimly lit since you’d expected him to come home late.

his head—the pounding became unbearable. ever since that talk with him the effects of the alcohol we’re hitting him harder then they should’ve for the amount he drank. he wasn’t drugged, was he? maybe his fathers words is what drugged him—but instead of sending him into a high, they sent him into a deep dysphoria.

he bent over, resting his temple on the cold marble of the island—the sensation easing his dizziness.

water, he needs water. but he couldn’t move from the position he was now.

“max..?” you called from up the stairs.

he just groaned in response

you smiled to yourself as you scurried down the stairs, knowing how he gets when he’s drunk. you were feeling much better than you were before, after throwing up and taking a nap, of course. “maxie,” the nickname rolled sweetly off your tongue, your tone much more comforting and soft. you turned the corner, spotting his tall figure hunched over the countertop his leg bouncing uncontrollably.

“hey, lets get you upstairs, hm?” you rubbed circles on his back as you picked up his arm and swung it over your shoulders. he’s heavy to say the least, so it wasn’t easy getting him up.

“y/n” max mumbled, stopping you at the base of the steps and using your shoulders to help him sit on them.

“yes max”

in your head, you celebrated being able to rest your shoulders for a couple minutes before helping him upstairs

“can you just be honest with me for one second here” his voice was hoarse and low, he could barely make eye contact with you. you can already understand this was a bad trip.

“always, love” your brows furrowed, his tone rising concern within you. there was a pause before he cleared his throat and his ocean blue orbs, that now appeared an almost dark grey in this lighting.

“do you think i’ll turn out like him” he almost whispered, just enough so you can hear him semi-clearly. the words stabbed you in the chest, where could he be getting these thoughts from. and whose ‘him’?

“him..?” you repeated, tilting your head to the side “max what are you talking about?”

“my dad” his eyes finally locked with yours “do you think im gonna turn out like him? what if the day comes where i would try to hurt you, if its by words or trying to put my hands on you? i never want to do that, i dont want that—thats not love. what we have, i feel this is love, but what if it wont be anymore, because of me?..” his eyes became sad, desperate and ashamed with himself, disappointed in himself for something he’s never done but the thought that he could possibly even try to hurt you makes him want to just curl up in a ball and cry.

“max-“ you reached a comforting hand out to him, just for him to reject it.

“no— i dont want to hurt you. you should go and find another guy who wouldn’t ever do that to you. im just like my fuckin dad, i even see his face in the mirror just to remind me of the doom im destined to” he hunches over, buring his face in his hands.

at this point you didnt even know what to say. you obviously are aware of the complex relationship max has with his father but he never never voiced these thoughts to you before, especially when hes drunk. hes all silly and quiet and sleepy usually, something must’ve happened to make him like this. everyone has their fears of inheriting their parents bad characteristics, max has told you about stuff he tries to do differently than him, but you never imagined it being this bad.

max is such a kind soul, he couldn’t even kill a spider. he has no reason to rage if he’s already taking all his frustrations out on track. outside the car he’s a calm dude, you’ve never heard him yell or be nasty to his engineers when he wasn’t on track. of course he has his occasional attitude towards the authority but never further than that. every time he acted out, hes worked hard to fix whatever caused him to do so.

the best thing you could do is just wait for him to finish talking so you could voice your thoughts, which you did so. you sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder until he calmed town and flushed out all the words he had pent up in his brain. the two of you sat as his sobs filled the silence between you. saying something right away didnt feel like the right move anyway.

“you dont have to be him. youre not gonna be him because youre already better than him. max, youre still in your 20s and look all that you’ve accomplished—stuff he couldn’t dream to do in his entire life. you dont have a reason to end up like him because youre not a fuckin failure.” it might have been a little too much to talk so harshly about his dad, because its his dad. but whatever he did or said to him before he arrived home has caused the love of your life hysterical and paranoid for the future, so right now, he didn’t deserve the babying he receives from everyone around him and max. his sobs had calmed down at this point, the pause was enough for you to continue.

“and about me— i dont want anyone else. of course we’ll have our disagreements, we’ll piss each other off eventually. we’ll exchange words we dont mean and then we’ll immediately regret it after, thats just how things are. but id rather do that with you than another person because i’ll only ever want you. we’re in this together baby—and as long as i have you, theres always something to fight for because you’re worth fighting for. i made that decision the day i fell in love with you, and i never looked back since.” your heart, chest, and throat burned with every word that left your mouth. like confessing your love wasn’t hard enough the first time, here you are pouring it all out again. you keep your heart so sacred, all the world can fight for it and you’d still be stuck on that person you gave it all to. that person being max.

“i can only tell you how i feel, i cant convince you to think otherwise. but remember, i gave YOU my everything because thats the only thing i have to offer. i chose you because i see something in you that nobody else saw before, or sometimes dont even see now—“ not even your own father

“and now its my job to help you see those things within yourself.” your soft hands cupped his face so the two of you could fix on one another once again.

“just think about that”

his saddened eyes widened, like you had planted something in his mind. he melted into your touch, his eyes closing and his cheeks growing a deeper rose than before.

“i love you so much, i dont deserve you” he kissed your hands while mumbling his love for you.

“i love you too, but i disagree” you leaned in closer and kissed the bridge of his nose. he just sighed softly, he didnt feel like staring another debate on who loves who more. maybe in the morning.

max wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer and resting his head on your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. the two of you sat in silence, enveloping in one anothers warmth. his home was right here, with you.

“im thirsty” max mumbles, breaking the silence between you two. you chuckled silently. “okay baby” you helped him stand up and up the stairs, leading him to your room. max threw himself onto the bed. you turned around to fetch some water but a tired hand tugged your wrist.

“dont go” he nuzzled into your palm, his lips brushing over your fingers. “im not going anywhere honey, im just getting water for you” max whined in protest, his face was flushed into your hand like it was his only source of warmth— tingles fluttered your heart at the sight.

“you need water, do you want to be hungover tomorrow?” you leaned on your hip and narrowed your eyes curiously.

“no i need you, now come here im cold” he pouts, tugging your hand harder causing you to fall onto the bed with a cushioned thud. before you could even react, a needy, pouty max had already latched his body onto yours tightly, nuzzling into your shoulder and allowing the scent of his lover consume his senses.

you sighed softly, the messiness of his hair and the way his arms hug your body made you not want to move. your body relaxed in his arms as max’s soft snores muffled into the cloth of your (his) sweater. you raked your fingers through his soft blonde locks until you too eventually fell into your own sleep. the two of you tangled in each other, sleeping peacefully knowing that you both will always have a shoulder to lean on.

[dittaturamonegasca]

Mark: I think I'm in love with Sebastian

Fernando:

Lewis:

Mark: Any...thoughts?

Nico, coming out of nowhere: and prayers, you're going to need them.

[lilghostiequinni]

Kids?

Main Masterlist Max Masterlist

Pairing: dog lover!female reader x Max Verstappen

Warnings: Fluffy

Summary: Max is a cat person, but his girlfriend isn't, well isn't just a cat person, but she's more of a dog person. But it's the talking about her dogs that starts a rumor of children between the two.

Requested: NO / yes

You have four dogs, and they are like your children, like Max's cats are to him.

So when it's overheard of you talking about your 'kids' to Lando, who you had told to his face that he reminded you of your son, who was also named Lando, and how he was just as excentric.

A fan overheard and put it on X that she overheard you talking about your kids to Lando. It didn't take long for the rumor to make its rounds in the world of Formula One.

By the next race, it's all that is being talked about in the interviews.

"So, Lando, it was overheard last race weekend that Max Verstappen has children that aren't his cats. A fan tweeted that she heard his girlfriend talking to you about her son Lando. Are you flattered?" The interviewer asks the British driver.

"Um... She named him before we even met. But you should ask Max for answers," Lando chuckles as the interviewer moves on with the questions.

So when Max comes to the interviewer as he makes his rounds in the media center.

"Hello, Max, good race?"

"Yeah," Max answers as he smiles and chuckles.

The interviewer continues the interview and asks the questions of a normal interview.

But before the interview can end, the interviewer says, "One more question. There's a rumor going around that you have children with your girlfriend and one's name is Lando. Can you give us more?"

Max chuckles at the rumor, "I usually like to keep my personal life private, but there's Lando, Emilian, and Carlito. They're the boys. Then there's the girl, Charlie. They are all my girlfriend's children, but they are also not human children, but dogs she's had for around 3 years, and she named them after her favorite F1 drivers before she met me."

With that, Max walks away from the interviewer.

Max finds you in his driver's room, waiting for him to be done, showered, and ready to leave for the hotel room.

"You, the dog sitter, sent me a picture. Sassy likes Lando and Emilian. Look," You turn your phone to your boyfriend and show him the picture your dog sitter sent you of Sassy curled up between your dogs, Lando and Emilian.

Max chuckles, "You are a troublemaker, you know? Someone overheard you talking to Lando about your children, and people thought that you had human children."

You chuckle at your boyfriend as he pulls you to him, but you push him away because he's covered in sweat and champagne.

A/N: I rather enjoyed writing this one as a dog person myself. Also, I might turn this into an SMAU later, because of that, this is short.

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Charles: Please hold me, the stress is not good for the baby. Max: What baby??! Charles: Me. I am the baby.😌

[adventuringblind]

Teach Me Part One

Max Verstappen x Reader Part Two

Genre: hurt/comfort (2.7k words)

Summary: Max helps our protagonist through a journey of sexual discovery. You know - after she's been assaulted... Don't worry though, he's got her (and her virginity).

Warnings: Attempted r@pe, BDSM in the wrong way, then it gets better, lots of discussions, Virgin reader, softdom Max, toxic ex, dom/sub, alluded to smut

Notes: I hope this is what le requester was looking for! I tried my best to get everything and I think I did! Really hope you like it and that it brings you comfort!

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Trust is something most people underestimate the power of. Trust is sitting on a chair and thinking it will hold you. Trust getting in your car and knowing it will get you to work and back. 

Trusting people is harder than trusting inanimate objects. It’s easy to come back from a chair breaking or a car randomly stopping. Humans take the trust of others and stomp on it. They treat it like a toy; something to be thrown away when they are done with it. 

She did trust once. She tried to give someone her love. It didn’t work out for her, and made her struggle to trust anyone after that. 

Max swings her legs back and forth on the counter. GP had come in not five minutes ago and told him to get down. But Max is like a cat, and refused to get off. 

She sits in a chair in the office area, preparing for debrief. Her fingers crossed it goes longer because that means right to sleep with her. Her boyfriend won’t have any reason to keep her up. Not when she has a race tomorrow. 

“Any plans for after the race?” 

Logically, there is no way Max doesn’t know her plans. They’ve grown up together; her and Max against the world. 

She shrugs. “I’m not sure. Probably just hanging out with my boyfriend.” 

“Boring, you should come out with the team!” The warmth on his features makes her want to melt. She’d much rather be with Max. Her relationship hasn’t been going well for some time now and she’s been trying to find something to repair it. Because she can’t bring herself to leave. He’s guilted her into staying; the fear of being alone outweighs wanting to leave him.  

“If I could find something to do with him, then maybe it would be less boring.”

Max Waves her off after the race with a grimace. She knows he hates the guy, but he also doesn’t even know the full extent as to why she hates him. Why she can’t stand being around him for longer then she has to. 

She’s alone in the room for a minute. Her boyfriend is still in the shower for the time being, meaning - she has time to indulge herself. 

It’s a stupid interest, really. Max had brought it up in passing; something he’d tried with partners. The one problem with being Max’s friend? His astute lack of knowing when enough information has been given. Still, the details of his experimentation through the years left her wanting to know more. 

Her recent search history has been her own exploration into the world of BDSM. It’s a stupid thing to look into considering the male she’s with isn’t the nicest about sex. No, he’s tried to coerce her a few times now. He comes to races with the intention of trying to get in her pants. It’s just not something she wants yet and she’ll continue to let him fuck her throat if it means holding him off from taking that piece of her until she’s ready. 

She’s caught up in her own thoughts, mindlessly scrolling something mildly more explicit. “Watcha looking at?” The obnoxiously placed male on the bed tries to crane her head to look at her phone. 

In her panic to hide the screen, she fumbles. His hands snatch it away from her and begin scrolling where she had left off. “It’s nothing-” 

“Actually, this is something. Is this all it takes to get you to let me in finally? Would you like to be owned?” 

She would like to tell him no. She wants to explain what she wants is to feel safe with someone; enough to let go for once. “Just something I was curious about, is all.”

“Whatever - don’t expect me to stick around much longer then. Maybe this will help us get back to where we were.”

She ends up with a bruised throat the next morning. Her peace offering to him since he was adamant about getting something from her. 

What she was not expecting the next morning to be woken up stuck to the headboard. Her wrists hurt more than her throat and the fear clouding her brain makes it hard to tell what’s really happening. She tugs at it, only to be stopped by a familiar set of hands. “Isn’t this what you wanted? I figured I’d indulge you.” He sounds nonchalant about all this. She’s not sure if that makes it better or worse. “Just relax, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”

It’s the way he’s eating her with his eyes. The sinister tone in his voice. She doesn’t want to be here. The more she tries to relax, the more she ends up panicking. His touch on her skin hurts more than she wants to admit. 

“Would you stop squirming?” 

“No!” She pulls harder at the stupid restraints around her wrists. She pulls until her hands start to slide out, bloody and burned, but it’s enough. 

The second she’s free, she’s flipping them. They wrestle as she attempts to flee, eventually able to slip her way around him and out the door. 

She’s barefoot, disheveled, her long shirt barely covering her ass. Not bare, thankfully, but pretty close to it. The adrenaline kicks in and she sprints to Max’s room three floors up and prays there is nobody around. Grateful for the early hour in the morning that this has occurred. 

Her knuckles hit the door with a bruising force. “Max! Max please open up! Max-” The door opens and she tumbles inside. Nearly hitting the floor, but Max’s quick reflexes are there to steady her. 

She clings to him, sobbing, the fear of what might have happened to her hitting like a punch to the gut. 

Max ends up getting her stuff for her. She can’t stomach the thought of ever seeing that man again. Let alone attempting anything intimate. 

Max lets her stay in his guest room for the time being. He doesn’t push for her to talk about it. Not yet at least, but she knows he’ll get impatient just like the rest of them. He’ll kick her out when she doesn’t give him what he wants. 

Max finds her out on his balcony four months into their new living situation. It didn’t help that winter break happened three weeks after the whole ordeal. It’s nice solely for the reason they drive for the same team. Otherwise, she’d hate being left here to wallow in her own self pity. 

Max sits himself on the side across from her. “Wanna talk about what’s going on in your head? I miss seeing you smile.” She can tell he’s nervous, his lip biting from childhood never went away. 

“Just thinking.”

“About?” 

He’s worried; can clearly hear it in his voice. He wants to know that she isn’t going to do anything crazy. “What happened, I guess.” 

“I’m here. If you ever want to talk about it - I’m here.” 

Maybe it’s the thought of Max having defended her for years now, or the safety she has always found with him. “It’s really stupid.” She drops her head into her knees. 

“Can’t be if it’s making you upset.” 

“He saw something I wa looking at on my phone the night before I forced myself into your room-” 

Max’s eyes go wide. “Alright, the only stupid thing about that is you thinking you forced yourself on me. You can come to me whenever and I’ll open the door.” He gestures for her to continue after his interruption. “What was on your phone?” 

This is the part where she runs if things go south. “Itwaslikesexstuff…” 

“Sex stuff?” Well, her original plan has failed. How he could have ever understood that is beyond her. 

“The - the kind that - you talked about?” 

His cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson red. “Curiosity, I presume?” 

“If you count the last two years as a curiosity phase, then sure.” 

“I’m - I’m so sorry.” 

She blinks at him. The words are barely sinking in as she watches him rub his palm against his neck and jaw. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I sent you - unknowingly, sure - down a rabbit hole that can be dangerous if you don’t know where to look.” His sad demeanor makes her want to hug him. “Was it something related to BDSM stuff? I swear if he hurt you I know where he lives still-”

“Max please-” The laugh raging through her is pathetic. “-As much as I’d love to see him get his ass handed to him, I think I’ll be okay in time. He didn’t rape me. Close to it, but I managed to get away.” 

“Oh fuck! Your wrists were busted! I should’ve known.” 

“Yeah well, I guess it gives someone else the opportunity to take my virginity-” Well, cats out of the bag now. She had meant it as a joke, something to lighten the mood. Now Max is gaping at her and she’s not sure how to feel about it. 

He slides over to her; their knees now knocking together. “Someone else, huh? Have anyone in mind?” 

“Had someone in mind for ages, but he wouldn’t feel the same.” Because he’s seen the worst of her. There is no way Max could ever love someone like her. Someone who struggles with intimacy-

“Try me. Because I think anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“What about you?”

“Especially me.” 

It’s a month after that where Max brings up the subject again. They’ve kissed and cuddled, but nothing aside from that. She has tried to suck him off. Her mindset being it would appease him for the time being but Max had refused. ‘Not until you are doing it because you want to, not because you think it’s your job.’

She wanted to lay there and cry. Which she might have, but fell asleep at some point. The subject hadn’t been brought up again until now. At the breakfast table of all places. 

“So, out of curiosity, are you still curious?” 

She drops her fork out of surprise. “I - I mean… yes? But I’m not sure I want to go through that again-” 

“Nope, never. What he did was wrong, plain and simple.” 

“But isn’t that what it is?” 

“It is about trust and safety. I’m going to assume you didn’t have a safeword?” 

No, because they didn’t even talk about it. She just woke up tied to the bed and was told to stay still. She settles for shaking her head no. Overwhelmed by the severe lack of anything that Max is talking about.

“If you want, we can take things at your pace, yes? I’ll show you what the bastard should have done.” 

And if that didn’t pique her interest, she doesn’t know what would. “Yeah I - I think I’d like that.” 

Max takes her out to dinner a week later. Her favorite, as usual, since it’s also his favorite (another perk of growing up together). He’s terribly sweet to her the entire night. Which isn’t that big of a change from normal - but Max is sassy and won’t hesitate to throw a sarcastic insult her way. 

“Are you alright if we talk about some things tonight?” He asks on the car ride home. “I would like to get a feel for what you might want to try in the future so I can research a bit.” 

“Yeah - yeah sure.”

Max collects her into his arms on the sofa. The stubble on his chin prickles her skin while he leaves playful kisses. The notebook he has resting on his (and hers by proxy) knee is flipped open to a blank page. 

“Okay, first up is safe words.” 

“To be fair, I know what they are and why they are important. He just didn’t talk to me about anything first…” 

Max hums. “And we’re still gonna talk about them!” He giggles when she groans. “Hey! This is the safety stuff I was talking about. Do you know the traffic light system?”

“Green is for good and red is for stop…”

“And yellow is for?”

“Pointless, is what I’ve read.” She shrugs.

Again, Max gapes at her. “On the contrary, yellow could just mean something doesn’t feel right or you need a minute to breathe. Not a full stop, but a slow down.” 

That makes more sense now. Curse the internet! She probably should’ve made sure her information sources were credible to begin with. “Yellow means wait a second.” 

“Secondly, it’s usually good to have multiple safewords. Red is one and the other I use is Mercedes.” 

She can’t contain her laughs. Nearly falling out of Max’s lap as she clutches her chest. “Mercedes?!” 

“Think about it! If Mercedes becomes a normal bedroom topic then we may need to rethink some things.”

“Fair point, but it’s still a bit funny!”

“Next thing on the list is how I personally like to conduct a scene.” The smirk plastered on his face makes her want to curl up in a ball and hide away. 

“Is it not the normal way?”

“To be fair - there is not a normal way. It’s just how I’ve come to enjoy setting things up prior. Like discussion beforehand is always a must.” 

“Like what we’re doing now?”

“Exactly!” 

They end up talking for hours on end. Into the morning until they are both passed out on the couch. Needless to say they don’t get any further than that. 

More daycare spent simply talking about it. Max takes care to make sure every detail is talked about. It’s the small things that she hadn’t even thought to consider earlier on. 

It becomes safer just by talking about it. Like Max has somehow made it less scary. Which could also just be because he keeps talking about safety. 

She explores in the way she is comfortable with. Small touches here and there, a bit of oral when she can manage. Max checks in with her almost too often. Specifically when she’d like him to keep his tongue where it’s at. He laughs at her frustrated huffs. They do the non-sexual side of things more often. Sometimes he takes things into his own hands, getting her on her knees. Nothing more than what she’s willing to do. 

It’s when she wins a race, high on adrenaline and soaked to the bones in champagne, that she feels the desire to go further. 

She attempts to jump Max’s bones when they are finally back in their hotel. “You don’t want to go celebrate?”

“Can’t I celebrate with just you?” 

“You certainly can, but I plan on taking my time if we’re doing this tonight.” The post race gravel in his voice has her swooning. 

“Please Max? I want you.” 

“I’m going to ask you if you’re sure a million times regardless.”

He pulls her in for a gentle kiss. It turns heated and eager quicker than anytime before. Her need to get her desperation across has Max pinning her to the wall. She squeaks in surprise, having not seen it coming. 

“Someone is eager tonight.”

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” 

“Not tonight, another time though.” 

He taps the bottom of her thighs. He lifts her like she’s nothing and sets her on the bed gently. “Shall we review?”

“Green for go, Yellow for slow, Red or Mercedes for stop.” 

God is he beaming at her. His knuckles caress her jaw. “Good girl.” 

Gone, she’s so gone for this man it’s not funny anymore. Not when he talks to her like that. 

Max takes care of her, runs his hands across her body and makes her shiver. He strips each article of clothing like she’s the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. 

“Color?” He says while leaning over her with no clothes between them. 

“Green.” 

The next morning is fuzzy. She’s not sure if it’s because she and Max were up until the early hours of the morning, or because she’s sore in places she didn’t know could be. It’s unreal how good she feels; how loved and wanted. 

She wants to stay here, frozen in this moment, watching the sun soak into Max’s skin. He’s breathtaking; always has been. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Max cracks a smile and stretches his arms out around her. 

“You’re a dork.”

“Ah, but you trust me enough to be your dork. Specifically yours; all this dorkiness is for you.”

She rolls on top of him. “Hey Max?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks - you know - for teaching me and making it special.” 

“You deserve is schat. I’m glad you trust me. That's a big honor and I’m grateful for it.”

[cutielando]

world champion | m.v.

synopsis: in which he finally achieves his dream

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Ever since he started in Formula 1, the biggest dream Max had was becoming a World Champion. Signing with Red Bull was the first step towards making his dream come true.

Having you by his side was the second thing he needed.

His family couldn't come at every single race that he had, having their own lives and work prevented them from being able to fly out to the numerous countries that he found himself in every week.

But you had a very flexible job, you had your own little business and could essentially work from your laptop from anywhere you were, which was why you had never missed a race since Max started in F1.

He always joked with Christian in calling you his lucky charm.

The season had been going well for him, he'd won numerous races and was now tied with Charles Leclerc in the Championship standings. But you knew he could do it, you could feel the win coming.

"I'm going crazy" he told you the night before the race that would essentially decide who the champion is.

The famous Yas Marina circuit in Abu Dhabi.

"Stop stressing, you're going to give yourself wrinkles if you stress so much" you called out from the hotel bathroom where you were doing your skincare routine before bed.

"How can I not be stressed? My career is essentially on the line. Everything relies on what happens tomorrow, I can't let everyone down and not win" he said, his voice quiet and somber.

You finished doing your skincare routine and exited the bathroom, joining him on the king sized bed and wrapping your arms around him.

He buried his face in your chest and held onto you tightly, your arms being the only comfort for his nerves before every single race.

"Nobody is going to hate you or judge you if you don't win. Everybody is going to be proud of you for being able to be at the top for the entire season. I'm proud of you, Max, and I'll be proud of you regardless if you finish in first or last place. Don't beat yourself up if things don't go your way tomorrow, there is always next year and we're all going to be there for you, no matter what" you explained, kissing the top of his head as a confirmation that you were there and will always be by his side, no matter the results.

"You really mean that?" his voice was timid, but you could feel his muscles starting to relax under your touch.

"Of course I do. You don't have to put this kind of pressure on yourself. You're not doing this for the fans or for your family or for me, you're only doing this for yourself. Just go out there and drive your best and let the results come to you if it's meant to be"

He nodded and squeezed you tighter. 

"I love you, so damn much" he mumbled, kissing your clothes chest and settling back down against you.

"I love you too, baby" you whispered and started running your hand up and down his back, knowing it was one of his favorite things.

As minutes went by, his breath started to slow down, indicating that he had fallen asleep. You smiled and placed a final kiss on his forehead before getting comfortable to go to sleep yourself, excited for what tomorrow would bring. 

♡♡♡♡♡

The atmosphere in the Red Bull garage was exhilarating. For Christian and all the engineers, Max was already the World Champion.

Nothing could ruin their mood that morning, and the same could be said about you.

"How are you feeling?" you asked your boyfriend as he started getting ready to go in the car.

"Still nervous, but not as much as before. What happens, happens. I'll give it my best and we'll see" he said and gave you a sincere smile, reassuring you that he was okay.

"Good luck, baby. I love you, please be safe" you said and leaned up to kiss his lips before he'd have to put on his balaclava and helmet.

"I will. I love you too" 

He departed after that, going over last-minute strategies with his engineers and making sure the car was ready for battle.

Once the mechanics rolled him out of the garage and onto the track, you took a seat next to his race engineer, who immediately gave you a pair of headphones.

"How's our boy?" he asked you, a warm smile on his face.

You and Gianpiero had a close relationship ever since he started working with Max, frequently exchanging thoughts and opinions before and after every race.

Sure, you didn't have the whole technical knowledge perfected yet, but you knew your way around the sport and strategies and everything after being with Max for so many years.

"He's nervous, but I know he's going to give it his all. I told him to drive his best and see what happens. Didn't feel like putting more pressure on him than necessary" you explained, earning a nod from the engineer.

"He'll win, I can feel it"

♡♡♡♡♡

And right he was.

Seeing him cross that finish line and checkered flag long before anyone else was like a breath of fresh air. You and Gianpiero jumped up from your seats and hugged each other, your cheeks already full of the tears that were flowing down.

You took your headphones off and make your way out of the garage, impatiently waiting for Max to pull up and get out of the car.

Once you saw his car approaching, you started jumping up and down, feeling happier than you had ever been.

"You did it!!" you screamed once Max got out of the car and enveloped you in his arms.

You didn't even care that he was sweaty and tired, all you could focus on was the fact that he had finally achieved his childhood dream.

"I did it" he sobbed into your shoulder, his arms holding you tightly against his body.

As you stood embraced in the middle of the paddock in your own little bubble, you knew that all of the sleepless nights, the hundred hours of training, the dozens races he's done, his entire hard work has finally paid off.

He was World Champion.

But more importantly, he was your champion. 

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[amoosarte]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

SUMMARY ! in which Max never cared about what happened to him on the track but when he sees them crash, his heart broke, he had ruined their dream.

FACECLAIM ! gender neutral, WARNINGS ! mention of suicidal thoughts, blood and traumatic things ahead !

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. The antidepressants that sat on his dresser just kept him in check, long enough for him to put a barrier.

He thought of other things, he will not deny, he's thought of ending it short but when his little sister did it before him, it made him snap.

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave. Max was almost a regular there because of his sister, she wasn't suicidal, he thought. She was just weak, not the healthiest. but it wasn't her fault.

His life was perfect, he will admit, his life was filled with things many people could wish for, but he himself was traumatized on the way as well.

Max was special, his sister described him. He was a gentle soul that had just been misunderstood most of his life, he's never been allowed to expression emotion off the track. She regretted making him scared, he didn't deserve that but she was just tired of it.

She was glad after that day, he started to take of himself, she didn't like it was because of her but it was something.

After the incident, Max expressed more towards his sister, called her before every race, just for her to pray for him, begging god to take care of him on the track.

Max gripped the steering wheel on his car, his eyes burning holes into the lights as they flashed. red, red, red, green. Then he took off from his first place spot.

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. But he did care for the other, he would try to drive ahead sometimes, try to get away from the crowd, not to cause accidents, but it was also apart of the job.

Las Vegas was difficult, a very risky race track. Max however was prepared for it, he always was. However when he was sparks fly during the 40th lap, his heart dropped.

You had hit a manhole, making him step on breaks not wanting crash into you but he did, causing you to hit another manhole, resulting in your car being flipped, then harshly shoved into the barricade, only to spin off the track.

Christian was on the other side of comms, telling Max that there was a red flag in the air. Max's blood ran cold, you got hurt and it was all his fault, he immediately put his car in the pit lane.

Max could only see what was happened in the television inside the garage, his engineers stood in shook, scared and speechless. Max was scared, he genuinely looked pale.

"It seems as Red Bull Driver Y/N has been in a fatal car crash near turn 14th, my god.." Max eyes widen, your car was beaten, turned over and they couldn't see you.

Three harsh turns, the dark navy blue car was roughly scrapped on, the front wing was pulled off, now the only thing protecting you was the halo. But you didn't move.

Max could see every driver watch in horror as they try to pull you out of the car, they could see blood spill out of your track suit. They pulled your numb body out as they held the wound, calling emergency over.

Your helmet was pulled off, only to see strokes of blood reek down. Your eyes were open but you couldn't feel anything, your were simply motionless.

Max could see Christian rush off to help assist, and take you to the hospital, then they moved on like it was nothing, they were back to racing in a matter of seconds.

He placed 3rd that race.

And I won't, see you again...

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave him. The first he saw was you plugged up to the life support machine, you having needles poking in your veins, then your dead eyes.

Max felt compelled to apologize, he wanted to apologize.

He could see your eyes follow him as he sat near you, placing a vase of flowers near a filled table of them already. He bit his lip and held back tears as you still smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I really am." Max words broke you, as you saw the boy cry for the first time. Your okay arm held his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's not your fault Max, it's just my bad luck."

You could see it in his eyes he still felt guilty,and it broke your heart. "Max, I don't want you to blame yourself, it was an accident." You squeezed his hand tightly once again, making him nod. After a few more minutes of you comforting him, he asked again.

"Will you come back, will you be okay?" You didn't have the slightest clue if you were, but the boy in front of you was dying to know, he was stressed and sorry, so the best thing to do was to lie.

"You know I always bounce back, don't worry dude." You jokes a bit making him feel reassured. You hated lying, but you knew damn well this was over for you.

You knew it was over the moment Christian came into your hospital room, giving you a sad look on his face, his face said it all, and you let your wall crumbles down, and let the water drip down.

It had been a week since your crash in Las vegas, now it was now the day before the second to last race of the season, and your announcement was released.

"Hello everyone, today I will be announcing what will be of me for the rest of the season. First things first, I will not be joining F1 again. Take this as my announcement of retiring."

"Some other things, This accident was no ones fault but mines, I will not blame my teammate and my friend for this accident. It was simply and accident."

"I want to thank everyone for being so kind to me these past 2 seasons, you were all wonderful and I'm glad I could experience it with you all. To my team who opened their arms towards me and welcomed me in, you were all wonderful to be around, these seasons of working together, I’m grateful to you all, to my teammate, it was a pleasure working with you, I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I were given another chance.”

“To my fans, thank you for supporting me through this journey. To be loved by many people is a blessing and you were all there to see me at my weakest and my strongest, I pray you all understand why I’m doing this.”

“I leave wishing all love and accomplishments and acceptance, I’m just another driver that will pass by, thank you for giving me a chance to live my dream, even if it was just for a while.”

With that the video cuts and there was no more of you.

To say the least, everyone was shocked, I mean they could sense that something was going to happen to you, but you retiring was something that no one could see coming.

Many drivers had called you, messaged you, expressing their feeling about this, and how they were going to miss you.

Max on the other hand didn't take the news okay, he was back into a rather depressing state, it little space he could never get out of, no matter how many antidepressants he took.

He wouldn't lie, he felt like the bad guy in this story, he had taken your dreams away. Yet again here you were not blaming him, he felt like it was his fault but it wasn't.

He had called you the day of the race, needing to tell you he was sorry one last time. Only to hear you forgive him and not to blame himself because in the end it was accident.

It only took a while but he could hear you cry on the other line, sobbing lightly, still reassuring him. You wouldn't lie anymore, you were hurt.

Racing had been your dream since you were little but now you were forced into retirement because your brain didn't work normally anymore, Because the lack of skill.

If you were a bit better you'd miss that manhole, and you would be finishing your second season. To finish your dream, but everything that's good comes with a price.

Max could only stand still on the podium, where he stood at P1. He raised his trophy, hoping you knew this was for you. Everything he would be doing was for you, because he wanted you to live your dreams through him.

You're not a person, You're my friend..

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[itzmaxiel]

I'm not okay

I will never be okay to go through this for the second time.

They promised to take care of him and never treat him like Mclaren did. Maybe the people who promised are doing even worse now.

[love44lew]

kinktober day one: in heat

彡driver max verstappen x fem!reader

彡genre smut (with a little plot), sub!reader, softdom!max, a little dumbification, petnames, unprotected, dirty talk, multiple rounds, reader gets put to sleep #melatonindck

彡summary you wake up from a nap uneasy

彡notes october is my favorite month of the year!! i should’ve started the first but whatever 🙄🙄

彡warning sexual content

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you plopped down on the couch next to max. you had just woken up from a nap with and ache in your lower stomach and in between your legs, you thought it was just your period but that had already passed a week ago. you didnt know what was wrong with you. 

your panties were soaked and your palms were clammy. probably had a wet dream, but now that wet dream has effected your real life and you need help. you lie in a fetal position with your hands pressing your lower stomach. max placed his phone down and ran his baby soft hands down your back, moving his thigh a little so your head can rest on it. “whats wrong liefde?” his brows furrowed as his face showed genuine concern. you just groaned in response, your nose nuzzling into his thigh with your eyes shut. “baby” he tucked some hair back from your face.

your eyes fluttered open as your gaze locked on him. your puplils dilating a little wider upon seeing his face. “my pretty girl, whats wrong with you? are you sick?” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. you were a little warm, but its naturally cold in the house so you were all wrapped up in your blankets. “mm-mh” you shook your head. “cramps?” you shook your head again. “i cant help you if you dont use your words” he brushed a finger over your eyelid as his hand cupped the side if your face. “t-touch me, please” your legs slightly shivering as the words managed to collect into anything but a slur. “ima need you to be more specific, i’m touching you right now” he lifted an eyebrow and you whined a little in frustration with his slight naiveness.

“touch my body while you fuck me. fuck me please, it hurts” your breath hitched and your voice cracked as you sat up. without a word max began stripping off his clothes. you quickly threw aside your shirt which was the only thing you had on. you turned around your knees dug into the soft cushions and your back arched as you waited dripping for him. max slapped his heavy cock on your cunt, your legs shaking a little. “so fucking wet for me” he rubbed his shaft between your folds before positioning himself aligned with your dripping cunt.

his cock sunk into you, air released making a funny sound. max giggled, “pussy talking to me, huh?” his hand landed hard on your rear mounds. the sting was so sweet your hips thrusted back onto him.

he continued thrusting into you as your bodies moved in synch with each other. he reached his hand over to grab your wrists, holding them behind you as his other hand lay on your lower back. his cock dug deeper than before, your cunt making wet noises as your slick coated his shaft. “mm doll, you’re taking me so well” his voice rung sweetly in your ears. you hear nothing but the sounds of your own muffled moans him pounding into your soaking hole.

you felt like you could go on for hours without being completely satisfied, which is exactly what happened. you both came in 5 different positions and your cunt still wanted more, your legs were so tired and you could barely collect words together or even form a thought. the pressure had relieved a bit but his cock felt sooo soo good and you took him so well he couldn’t get enough of your cunt either.

“my dick might fall off if we keep this up” your mouth tugged into a weak smile at his remark.

“you like it when i make you cum back to back though..” he sat up and tapped his thigh signaling that you get on. you straddled him as you slowly sunk down onto his still very prominent arousal, using his shoulders as leverage. you rested your temple on his shoulder and felt yourself start to slip away. max pushed his shoulder forward forcing your head up as your tired eyes stared into his.

“stay awake, just a little longer.” your head tipped to the side as you sigh. “here, hold my hand” he whispers, taking your hand in his as your fingers intertwine.

his other hand grips on your hip, squeezing until it feels like its bruising—like you didn’t already enough of those. you gripped your hand on his shoulder and tried to lift yourself but you came crashing down as soon as you went up. you whined as your head fell onto his shoulder.

“i know baby, i know.” he rubs circles on your hip with his thumb. max adjusts himself causing you to let out an involuntary whimper.

he lets go of your hand and slides both of them to under your bum to hold you up to slowly let you back down and then up again. you feel his strong arms and chest flex with every movement. he groans when you rock your hips for him to go faster. his hips buck up into you, you yelp at the sudden force.

“sorry, sorry” max kisses your cheek along with a trail of apologies.

“dont s-stop” you whine out and he obliged, bucking his hips up again and again. he fucks you so good you could feel another orgasm approaching with every time he hit the spots you didn’t know existed but stung oh so good. “oh fuck-“ you felt another thick knot welling up in your core. you hugged him closer your moans and whines muffled into his shoulder.

your walls spasmed around him as your legs began to quiver.

“are you close, mijn liefje?” he asked panting a little. you just nodded, too drunk on bliss as his shaft continues to bruise your cunt.

“fuck—me too” his cock twitches inside your gummy walls.

“you want me to fill this pretty pussy again? hm?” his voice quivered a little. you nodded once again.

his pace picked up as his own climax came near. max’s tone went up a little higher than before, his groans and moans shifting into panting and a couple whimpers here and there.

“fuck fuck fuuuhh~ fuckfuckfucshitkfuck” as he pumped pearly ropes into your cunt, your own climax followed shortly behind. you now using his arms as support to grind your clit down onto his base. waves of pleasure washed over you as your body shivered and shook. your body had given out, passing out in his arms, with his cock still buried deep in your walls.

“liefde?” max called to you between pants, none to his avail, no response. a smile creeped on his face,

“i put my baby to sleep, hm?” he said to himself quietly as he felt all your muscles relax, your body melting impossibly further onto his. with his soft, plump lips, he landed soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, rubbing circles up and down your back.

[dittaturamonegasca]

charles wondering if he should even try to wake his work wife, pray for charles

[lilghostiequinni]

Date Night Shenanigans

Main Masterlist Max Masterlist

Pairing: Journalist Girlfriend!female reader x Max Verstappen

Warnings: Fluffy

Summary: Date night is always something special, and it's always a mystery and different. Whether it's at clubs or fancy restaurants, sometimes, you and Max don't want to be seen and enjoy just the two of you. Creating date nights in the car overlooking the outlook the two of you found with junk food or a walk on a secluded beach watching the stars.

Requested: NO / yes

Date nights are always special. It's one day, no matter what happened during the week, no matter the country you two are in.

It's the one day that it's all about your relationship and not about the things around you.

Doesn't matter whether you are going to fancy restaurants or staying in and making a meal together; doesn't matter if you are going to clubs and bars or the movies.

But sometimes, it can be hard on a date night when you are dating three-time world champion Max Verstappen, and people recognize him.

There are times that you just want to be together and be alone with no other distractions.

Like the times when you and Max would go to a fast food place and drive to one of the many secret places that the two of you discovered in Monaco.

You would sit in the car, enjoying the view and just talking over food that Max wasn't supposed to be eating, just enjoying each other and the company.

Other times include when you would just lie on top of Max's car watching the stars, pointing out actual constellations, and Max pointing out the shapes that he sees in them but aren't actual constellations.

Something else is the picnics on the outlook over the Mediterranean, eating things that helped with Max's diet.

Or the times you and Max would just walk down the beach hand in hand, watching the sunset over the horizon.

Sometimes, staying on the beach for the night just to wake up and watch the sunrise in each other's arms.

But whatever the place or time, date nights were the best with Max, even when he was recognized.

A/N: From this poll, tied for third/second, more of a drabble

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They’re so funny. 😂

[ladymarvel27]

Max: I don't have red flags, I have fun facts.