#ZyonsRequests

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hellooo, can i requ some headcannons of max verstappen having a bf that is rly pretty (i'm talking rbr seb vettel or nico rosberg 2000s pretty)

Pretty Boy MV1

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Summary: One scenario of Max talking about his boyfriend in an interview and then three headcanons with scenarios

Reader: Male

Warnings: Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Me Gustas Tu' by Manu Chao

AN: Hey anon! I combined your request with another one, which asked for a scenario of Max talking about reader in an Interview. Hope that's alright! ALSO Seb/Nico in their teenage dirtbag era was SOMETHING. (something great, im foaming at the mouth)

“So, Max, you’ve been very active online recently. Especially your partner has made many appearances in your posts. What are you two up to?”, the Interviewer glanced at his silver watch before looking back up into Max’s blue eyes. He had anticipated this question for the whole weekend. The press liked to stick their noses into his private life, especially because he was not in a straight relationship. All eyes were on him, as per usual. “My gorgeous boyfriend?”, a sly grin tugged at his lips. “We’ve been spending loads of quality time together. Over the break we planned a little trip. I love him with all my heart and am excited to spend time with that amazing person”, his mouth pulled into a slight smile before the Interviewer crossed another question from his mental list.

Yes, Max likes to keep part of his private life to himself, but he can’t resist posting candid pictures of you all the time. Maybe he’ll even create a separate account besides his main one just for pictures of you and you guys’ daily life. Your phone buzzed and you quickly held it up to your face while laying on your bed. It was a notification from Instagram, Max had posted something. The phone unlocked and led you to the new post your dearest made. It was from this morning when the two of you went out on a hike and spotted a few cute deer. The picture showed your back while you were crouching and watching the animals. With a giggle you turned to Max, who was laying behind you. "That's a cute pic!"

Even though he appreciates your looks, he makes sure you know that you are the first reason why he’s in love with you. Your beautiful face and soft hair is the cherry on top! With gentle hands he held your face, while leaving kisses on your nose. His sweet upside-down smile adorned his face while he whispered, “My beautiful schatje.” Max gently pushed a strand of your hair behind you ear before leaning in for another peck.

That said, he’ll still compliment you at any given chance. Something he likes to do is leave little post it notes on the fridge when he has to leave early. ‘Good morning beautiful! I saw that you used the last bag of your favorite tea, go check in the cabinet above the dishwasher!’, Max had left a little yellow note on the door of your fridge, he even scribbled a wonky heart on it. You opened the cabinet only to find way too many packs of your favorite tea stacked up. God, how you loved that idiot.

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that seb vettel has me thinking... what about some max verstappen x m!reader jealous hcs ;)) hope you had a merry christmas!

Jealousy Scenarios MV1

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Summary: Three scenarios of Max getting jelly

Reader: Male

Warnings: Feral Max, the last one includes smut

Now playing: 'Off to the races' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there dear anon! i changed your request a bit and made scenarios. I hope you enjoy! <3

You guys are at a yacht party in Monaco and throughout the evening Max had seen one guy’s gaze lingering on you. He didn’t like that at all. The man had started a conversation with you and his eyes were basically undressing you. That’s when he decided to act. He walked over to you, sliding his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Christian said he wanted to talk to us.”, the other man looked confused. With that, Max guided you away, smiling as he still had his arm around you. When you ask him about it, he’ll just say “I wanted you for myself”, with a big grin.

It was race day, Max was discussing some things with his strategist while you strolled around. Lewis spotted you and called out for you. He’s always liked you, it’s a shame that you got together with Max instead of him. But the dutch wasn’t stupid, he saw the heart eyes that Lewis gave you since the first time he met you. You thought Lewis was nice, but it was almost too obvious that he liked you. Suddenly, the brit’s nose lightly crinkled in disgust, and you felt two strong arms around you. You recognized that scent. “Hey lewis.”, you could basically hear the shit eating grin in Max’s voice. Lewis slowly backed up, excusing himself with some made up lie.

The house was dark, besides a few dim lamps. You were gasping and waling under Max. He was jerking you off at a painfully slow pace. “I bet he wishes he could hear you like that.”, he was talking about the guy that asked you for your number today.  You whined while your legs trembled and your hands gripped Maxs hair. “Who do you belong to?”, his smile was evil and his hand brutally firm around your length. “you..”, you whispered.

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could i request lando norris x male reader and cute moments of lando being on stream and having cute moments with his not so secret bf :))) thank you and happy holidays !

Cute moments on stream LN4

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Read above! <3

Reader: Male

Warnings: Sweet stuff, slight homophobia at the end

Now playing: 'Born to die' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! This is a bit short, but i hope you like it!

When you guys first got together, you avoided entering the office while Lando’s streaming. Your relationship was still fresh, and you both needed to settle in with each other before you’d make it public.

Though after a while of you two dating, Lando had asked for you to join his stream. “Hey guys, this is my boyfriend Y/n”, he’d say with a big smile while you waved at the camera from beside him. It was a bit awkward at first, but the viewers were quick to greet you and ask some questions like how long you’ve been together or if you’d be joining more streams.

It has kind of become a running joke that Lando always has to go to the toilet on streams and during that time you’d sneak into the office and chat with his viewers or if he was playing a game before you’d actually play it with whoever he was streaming with. Lando opened the door and was greeted by you in his gaming chair, talking into the mic. You had headphones on and didn’t notice him entering the room. The chat was trying to warn you that Lando’s sneaking up behind you. But you weren’t quick enough as your boyfriend had already leaped forward and slung his arms around you. “Don’t steal my stream baby.”, he chuckled. You stick out your tongue, while continuing playing. Welp, he didn’t have a choice. Lando picked you up from the chair, you were wailing in his arms. He then spun you around, so your back was against his chest and then began tickling you. You gasped and giggled under him. “Ahh Lando!”

Whenever you wanted to be close to him but didn’t want to join the stream you’d just sit on his lap, with your legs dangling from the back of the chair. You’d nuzzle into his neck and just enjoy the closeness. Maybe you’d even take a little nap if Lando wasn’t being too loud. “Hey guys, look!”, he whispered as to not wake you up. He gently stroked your back while smiling at the camera. “He fell asleep.”

Of course, as with any appearance online, there were haters. Either they were jealous of you, or they didn’t like the fact that you were a man. But Lando either ignored those comments or if they got really bad, he’d speak up about it and ask his moderators to delete the messages. There was no way in hell that he’d accept hate for his sweet boyfriend.

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helloo, can i requ a oneshot (smut) of max and the male!reader where they are working out together and it quickly turns to soft sx? thank u,

Sparring Session MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: A home workout session turned spicy

Reader: Male

Warnings: Smut, Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Sad Girl' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! <3I hope you can forgive me for how long it took me to write this. Im still setting up Christmas stuff and I've got loads of stuff to organize for my friends 18th birthday.

With that said, i hope you enjoy and i wish you a Merry Christmas!$

“Come at me.”, his smile was teasing and provocative.

Usually, you and Max went out to your local gym to work out, though today you wanted to do your sparring session in your home gym. You two had planned a short workout and then you wanted to cook together and eat in front of the TV. These cozy, homey moments remind you how well you and Max fit together. Quickly, you stored your thoughts in the back of your head, before dashing towards your boyfriend, your fists coiled inside your gloves. Max had the advantage of having more muscle mass, but you were quick on your feet. As a kid and later as a teenager you used to do Karate with your best friend, this taught you how to not only use your upper body to fight, but also how to use your legs effectively.Max smiled at you the whole time, every now and then he’d make a teasing comment. Now he was on the offence and thwarted your attempts at shattering his focus. Slowly, but precisely he managed to herd you into a corner of the ring. He smugly gazed at you, while placing his hands on the rope behind you. Slightly leaning forward, he pressed a sweet peck to your lips. He quirked an eyebrow, as if to mock your defenseless situation. Though his blue eyes widened quickly as you gave a strong push to his chest, making him startle backwards. Not thinking about sorting out his legs, he trips backwards, landing on the floor with a groan. Carefully, you crawled onto him, straddling his form while pinning his hands on either side of his head.

“Looks like you lost.”, your sweet tone was laced with a provocative note, which Max definitely didn’t miss. His hips slightly ground against you, asking for permission. A smile crept onto our face, while you leaned down to press a warm kiss to your boyfriends’ lips. Max continued his antics, making you gasp at the friction. The dutch used this opportunity to slide his tongue into your warm mouth, exploring it as you whine into the kiss. The fabric of your briefs must have a wet stain on them for sure now.

Max’s hands wandered to your waist, then further down. He carefully slid his hands under your shorts, kneading and squeezing your butt. A burning, hot feeling surged over your skin, you felt as if you were on fire. He quickly broke the kiss, “Can i?” His finger tugged at your underwear and the look in his eyes was desperate, how could you resist?

His big fingers slowly plunged into you, by now you were a moaning mess on top of him. The sweet nothings he whispered to you were like a sweet melody in your ears. You could feel his hardness press against you while he kept up his steady movement, his voice tainted by desire. By the time he felt like you were stretched out enough, he rolled you over onto your back. Mind hazy, you obliged. His sweet velvet lips kissed along your neck while he fiddled with his shorts and boxers. Once Max had managed to pull down the fabric, he carefully aligned his length with your pulsing hole. Quiet whimpers left you as he pushed into you at a slow pace. His eyes darted up to your face, trying to make out any signs of you being uncomfortable. A big, shaky breath erupted from his lungs, as your hole now fully engulfed him. Once again, he pressed a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. ‘Love you’, he mumbled before bottoming out of you, then sliding back in. Max set a slow pace, while keeping his lips on your skin. Tiny pearls of sweat made a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead. His blue-green irises were swallowed by his lust blown pupils and a sweet smile adorned his lips.

Your hands tangled with his hair, playing with the strands as a sweet, hot feeling pooled in your stomach. It felt like Lava was rushing over your body.

Max was now whispering about how much he loves you between kisses on your jaw and neck. The sweet feeling in your stomach made you see stars as it became more overwhelming by the second. It tightened and coiled up like a snake inside you until – “I I think im gonna..” – it snapped. You whined and moaned under your boyfriend, white ropes of cum splattering all over your and Max’s t shirts and shorts. The tightening around Max’s cock made his thrusts sloppier and irregular, still chasing his own high.

With a loud groan his body collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving with contentment. You brought a hand up to his back, gently stoking over it while whispering sweet ‘I love you’s to your boyfriend.

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People do not appreciate Max's thighs enough so Max x male reader where reader just appreciates his thighs 🙏 maybe suggestive? Tysm 😭

You look good MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Getting to know Max a little... better

Reader: Male

Warnings: Suggestive

Now playing: 'Brooklyn Baby' by Lana del Rey

AN: ANON YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT. I've been thinking about his thighs so much lately istg. Like they are so meaty i just wanna bite into them. Thank you for the request anon, i hope you enjoy!

You’ve been ogling him for the whole evening, little did you know that Max was well aware of that. Currently, you were enjoying some margheritas on a sleek, white yacht in Monaco. The night settled in; you didn’t know what time it was though. Originally you had arrived with a small group of friends, but by now all of them either left with a man or were currently emptying their stomachs over the rim of the toilet bowl.

You were part of Redbull’s PR team, so you’ve gotten to know Max and Checo a while ago. Though you worked more with the editing of videos and social media posts than actually talking to the two drivers. From time to time, you all shared a hello or a goodbye, but nothing more.

But this evening was different. After Christian had urged you to relax, so you took a couple days off. This was also when you saw that Charles Leclerc would be hosting a yacht party. ‘perfect’, you thought. This was your chance to let loose and maybe meet some new people.

Not a new person, but Max Verstappen himself came up to you. He signaled the bartender to bring you two drinks, while keeping his eyes on you. His smile was sweet, but something playful glinted in his eyes.

“You look really nice.”, it was a simple, direct compliment, but it was the way he said it and the look he had in his blue eyes. His smile was as sweet as honey, and he looked at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky. You felt a warm feeling flush over your face and your heart skipped a beat. Thank you, you too though.”, feeling a bit nervous you began playing with the hem of your satin dress shirt. “This might be sudden – but I want to get to know you.”, he stated it so bluntly, but after all it suited the type of person he was. Your eyes widened lightly as the meaning of his words kicked in. Though shortly after a shy smile made its way to your lips, before you took a swig of your drink. “Me too.” Max was enjoying seeing you all flustered and smiley. He slid a careful hand onto your thigh, though stopping his movement a bit above you knee. His eyes met yours, as if asking for permission. You weren’t sure if it was the lighting, but suddenly he was glowing in golden hues and everything around you two became a blurry mess.

A string of curses left Max’s form as he tried swiping his card key. His posture was a bit wobbly, and his skin felt like it was burning. Your hands roamed his chest as you kissed along his neck, sucking, and nipping occasionally. Finally, a quiet beep erupted from the lock and Max let out a grateful sigh. He pulled you inside, closing the door and slamming you right against it in quick motion. While groaning lightly, your hands found the buttons on his shirt, tugging at them and opening them one by one. Max was also working away at opening your shirt and pants. His tipsiness didn’t stop him from undressing you surprisingly fast though.

But this night wasn’t going to go the way he intended, no. The room was dimly lit by a lamp on the nightstand, you could barely see enough. With a mischievous smile, you pushed him backwards with your hand on his chest. He obediently backed up until the back of his legs hit the bed. After giving him a sweet peck, you pushed him onto the bed. His eyes widened lightly as he fell, but soon after hitting the mattress, he propped himself up with his elbows while a slight smirk played across his face. The night was clear, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. The stars sparkled and shimmered while the moon watched over them. You crawled onto the mattress, caressing Max’s legs and thighs.

One last look into his eyes and you began kissing the inside of his right thigh while massaging the other one with your hand. A desperate sigh escaped the man under you, he now threw his head back while panting with passion and anticipation. His skin reddened quickly as you sucked and bit it. One of your hands reached up, lacing your fingers with his. His thighs were littered with love bites and sweet bruises. Your teasing had Max seeing stars, just like the ones outside in the nights sky.

His hand found its way into your fluffy hair, tugging on it as he whined desperately.

You chuckled darkly, “Use your words”

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Max x male reader where reader loves kissing Max' little mole on his top lip? 🙏🙏

So many kisses MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Max has to go- but kisses first!

Reader: none, only 'you'

Warnings: None

Now playing: 'Brooklyn Baby' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hi there anon! Im SOOO sorry that i took this long!! I was in school when i saw it and i needed to focus on an exam i was about to take. Also, you're so real for this request. i fucking love you. AND imagine this with Oscar Piastri, since he's COVERED in moles.

Fun Fact of the day: My biology teacher belongs in federal prison.

I hope you enjoy this short lil something!

“Hold still”, a playful groan erupted from Max’s figure. He was standing there, in his suit, looking heavenly and he expected you to not shower him with kisses? Foolish.

Sitting on the bathroom sink, you had both hands slung around your boyfriend’s neck, while kissing every little freckle and mole on his face and neck. A soft tune played in the background and the bathroom was still warm from the hot shower Max had just taken.

A sweet, bashful grin was plastered over his face and his blue green marbled eyes had a deep adoration in them, just like the moment his eyes first met yours. Like the moment he fell in love with you.

His gentle hands held your waist, so carefully, as if you were the most valuable thing in the world. In his world, you certainly were. “I need to leave in a few minutes baby. “ Sadness crept in his tone, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, he enjoyed this moment fully. His shoulders were relaxed, and his chest heaved and sunk with giggles, while you kept covering him in soft, tingling kisses.

You carefully eyed the mole above his lip, then slowly let your eyes trail up to his. Smiling sweetly, you placed a kiss on it. You weren’t expecting him to pull you in for a real kiss, but you happily obliged. His hand slid up into your hair and pulled you further into the passionate kiss.

“Maybe I can stay a few minutes longer”

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Hello! Could i ask for some super niche things about max's relationshoip w his bf? Thankl you so much :DD

Niche Relationship Hcs MV1

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Summary: The title!

Reader: Male/Genderneutral

Warnings: None

Now playing: 'Salvatore' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! Sorry for taking so long to make this... I try to do request in order they were sent in and i got really busy in the last few weeks! I hope you like it nevertheless <3

Max’s schedule is annoyingly busy, he’d rather be with you than having to attend press conferences and PR related appointments. But, no matter how busy he gets, he will always leave you a small note on your bedside table or on the fridge door. ‘Hey baby! Hope you have a great day, can’t wait to see you in the evening!’, along with a scribbly smiley and a few hearts.

I’ve mentioned this in all the Hcs I’ve ever written about him, BUT: He’ll always be touching you in some way. They are light, innocent touches like a hand on your back while you’re walking through a crowded area or his head on your shoulder while you’re cooking him some soup while he’s sick.

THE shirt. On your very first date, Max had worn a light blue dress shirt, which accentuated the blue hues in his eyes perfectly. Sadly, at the end of the night he accidentally spilled red wine on it. The Bordeaux red liquid left terrible stains on the light fabric, the only thing he could do was throw it in the bin, but this was THE shirt he wore on his first date with you, he could never throw it away! This snowballed into a running joke and to this day, the shirt remains in a picture frame on the wall. Whenever you have guests over, they’ll ask about it and Max loves an excuse to talk about you guys’ first date.

The dutch definitely likes to spoil you, so loads of gifts come naturally when dating him. But it’s not in a show-off type of way, he doesn’t just randomly buy you a sports car or another 4’000-dollar Bengal cat. It’s smaller, more practical gifts. Your favorite perfume is empty? He picked up another bottle of it when he went grocery shopping. You lost your favorite pen? Not even a day after there’s a new pack of the same ones on your desk, doesn’t matter if you’ve already found the ‘lost’ pen, which actually just rolled under your bed. Max loves seeing that shy little grin on your face when you tell him that he didn’t need to buy it.

A sort of ritual you and Max began was playing Mario Kart. Yes, when you get bored you two play on the switch together, but it’s become a tradition to play it the night before the Quali race. It’s some good old lighthearted fun, to settle down and relax before the stressful weekend began.

Even if Max himself isn’t a great cook himself, he loves to create dishes with you. If you know a lot of things about cooking (or maybe you’re a chef), he’ll ask many questions and try to get better. Believe it or not, this man couldn’t cook an egg when you two first got together!

Max travels often, either for Races or different press conferences, there’s always something up. He likes travelling by plane, but usually he sleeps through the flight. But there’s a very specific reason for that! The dutch likes to sew, he used to watch his mother sew his karting suits together when he tore it. You on the other hand, struggled with it. You never knew how long the thread had to be, or which setting you needed to use on the sewing machine. But, Max gladly helped you and with your new set of skills you had sewn him a pillow, as a small gift. It was a tiny bit wonky, but it came from your heart and he appreciated that. Before every flight, especially when you can’t accompany him on it, he’ll spray a little bit of your perfume on the pillow. As soon as he rests his head against it while gazing at the clowds, he sinks in your sweet scent. He’ll fall asleep swiftly, with a gentle smile on his face.

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hellooo, i loved the max verstappen nsfw hcs and alphabet! could you do some fluff hcs? especially cute moments if they are out to the public :)

Fluff Hcs MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Read above! <3

Warnings: Sweet stuff, Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Radio' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! Thanks for the request! <3

As mentioned many times before, he loves to touch you, no matter when, no matter where. Max loves brushing trough your hair or having a hand on your thigh on car rides. Your warmth and love is what he strives for. In every photo taken by the paparazzi he has an arm around you.

He adores helping you get ready. Like closing the clasp of a necklace for you or tying your tie. He’ll for example also help you shave before going out; He’s sitting on the sink, while you stand in front of him, warmly smiling at his concentrated gaze.

During his streams he’ll let you sit on his lap while he plays with his mates or he’ll let you play while he needs to go to the toilet. “Omg hello y/n!” Lando secretly loves playing with you.

Nights out are always nice with you, but he adores staying in with you too. You both will be cuddled up with blankets and Chinese take away, while jimmy and sassy sit by your legs, craving yours and Max’s body heat. He’ll put on one of your favorite movies while it pours down outside.

Before every race he’ll give you a sweet kiss, or if he already has his helmet on, he hold out his head for you to give the helmet a light pat. This became a sort of good luck ritual and he won’t race without it.

I think I’ve added this to many fics before, but I’m convinced he loves cooking together with you. You’ll be telling him the ingredients you need while lighting the stove and he’ll immediately go and get them from the cupboard. Or during the Christmas season you guys will for sure be baking loads of cookies together; though it most definitely will end up in both of you giggling and covered in flour.

Max isn’t one to post a lot about his private life, but his Instagram could as well be a fan account of you. He takes pictures of you holding Jimmy and post it with a caption like ‘Love both of them’ with cheesy emojis like a grandpa.

He loves sharing his passions with you and he’ll also happily indulge in yours. He talks about playing paddle? You make sure to come along the next time he goes to play with Charles. You like arts? By the next day there’s tickets to a Theatre night stuck to the fridge.

Showering or bathing together is one of his favorite intimate moments with you. It doesn’t have to be any sexual, he just loves the serene feeling of you rubbing shampoo in his hair or the warm water running down both of your bodies while you smile at each other. Max also loves to wrap you up in a towel after getting out of the shower/tub.

Max loves to see you interact with his two Bengal cats. The way they rub against your legs or lift their chins for you to scratch them shows him how much they trust you. Jimmy and Sassy have accepted you as part of the family, which makes him feel proud.

A habit you both picked up since the start of the relationship is leaving little notes for each other. Short messages like ‘I’m at the grocery shop. I’ll be back soon <3’ or ‘Hope you have a great day! See you in the evening.’

He definitely convinced you to wear redbull merch in public. I mean most of his wardrobe consists of red bull polo shirts. The ‘Max stigma’ is a running joke in the fandom, referring to him making you wear the merch. But it’s not like he forces you, no. You’re proud of his achievements and don’t mind showing your support this way!

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hihi could we get some max verstappen x male reader makeout hcs. thx :D

Makeout Hcs MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: The title lol

Reader: Male

Warnings: slightly suggestive at the end

Now playing: 'Born to die' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey babes! Sorry for the slow progress, im really busy with Christmas stuff haha I hope you like these anon! Merry Christmas :]

He likes to...

...always be touching you in some way or another. Innocent little touches like gently rubbing your back, his knuckles brushing against yours or tracing your moles and freckles. Therefore he'll also be touching you while making out; he'll gently hold your waist, or maybe has one hand on your hip and the other behind your neck.

...cuddle up with you, buried under thousands and thousands of blankets. Max will pull you into his lap and lovingly smile at you. He'll lean forward slightly, whispering 'kiss me' with a sweet, sly grin.

He wants to make out because...

...your hair was messed up by the wind coming trough the window of his car and the city lights drew long, thin lines of light on you. Your lips looked soft and sweet, he pulled over to get a taste of them

...you were looking too good in that suit, so he thought about making out with you during the whole event you two were attending. Once you made it outside, he'd pull you into a soft, passionate kiss under the light of a crescent moon.

...he's had a long, rough day filled with interviews and conferences. Instead of going to the gym to blow off some steam, he'll just spend time with you. Maybe you decided to cook for him, so he didn't have to when he was so incredibly tired. He'll sneak behind you, sliding his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. He'll spin you around and embrace you in a sweet kiss, which ended up in a makeout sesh. The spaghetti in the pot was overcooked, but you were both happy.

He gets excited when you...

...take the lead. He'll whine into the kiss while you push him round or pin him down. He enjoys having you in control, whether that is during a makeout or also during more intimate times.

...get handsy. Max enjoys your roaming hands, no matter if they are caressing his arms, his back or his thighs. He feels so loved under your touch, especially during moments like these. He'll chuckle lightly when you reach to squeeze his butt, only to do the same right after. You burst into giggles, enjoying the time with your boyfriend.

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i’m not sure if u write for al12😅 but arthur leclerc x male reader who is a professional football/soccer player. and like arthur is seen wearing his jersey and when the reader scores the final goal, he kinda runs up to arthur to kiss him or something like that. if u don’t wanna write arthur maybe lando or max? thank you!!

To the moon AL12

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Read the request above!

Reader: Male

Warnings: Noneee

Now playing: the screams of despair in my head

AN: Hey leo! Sorry for taking SOOOOO long to write this! Im really busy- I hope you like it!

The night was vivid, and the people were buzzing trough the extravagant streets of Monaco. The restaurants were romantically lit, the light flooding through the window and out onto the road. Chatter and laughter filled the atmosphere and the smell of some delicious cuisine hung in the air.

A sea of flashing lights erupted; Paparazzi begged for a word with the person they tried to snap a picture of. Arthur Leclerc was out on a stroll and by chance the wave of photographers had found him. Sunglasses covered his watercolor eyes and ‘coincidentally’ he was wearing a jersey of your soccer team… with your number on it. The big broad 26 maybe didn’t mean a lot to the media, but they were always interested when a Formula one driver decided to support a sports team – whether that’s football, baseball or in this case: soccer.

“Y/n to the front, going fast!”, the commentator almost fell out of his chair while dramatically yelling into the microphone. Your steps were confident, and your pace was fast, this was one of your strengths. The heart in your chest pounded, with adrenaline but also with nervousness. You can’t miss this shot. Do it for yourself. Do it for your team.

Cheers and yelling fueled the fire in your chest and the opposing players faded into a blurry mess. Your heart skipped a beat, and you knew it was now or never. With all your strength you fired that ball right into hell – or rather the goal.

Silence swept through the audience; everything was in slow motion. The ball rolled back into your direction after it had hit the net very hard.

Everything sped up and you could now clearly hear all the cheers and screams from the watcher stands. The earth trembled as your teammates ran towards you, slapping your shoulder and lifting you up. They triumphed, sang and shouted.

Though suddenly they set you down again, only for you to be swept up in an embrace right after your feet hit the ground. The familiar smell of Oranges and Vanille made you melt even more into the arm that were slung around you. You picked Arthur up and whirled the man in the air and caught his lips in a warm, happy kiss. A clicking roared through the arena as thousands and thousands of cameras were watching you two.

But you didn’t care. You wanted to share this moment with your favorite person in the world.

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Hi i’m the one who made the long request (sorry if it was too long).

if you still want to write it the reader’s job is the same, but the request is lando x male reader (smut) where the reader receives an award (oscar or grammy you can choose) and they come home partying in their way

thank you so much and sorry again if the previous request was too long :)

Viva Valentino Baby! LN4

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You and Lando celebrate

Reader: Male

Warnings: Smut, Pet name: Star/Baby

Now playing: 'West Coast' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey love! Im sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it :] Also i just figured out how to nicely put pictures into a post and i'll be re-formatting all my fics later, wish me luck! (Nvm i fucked up, does anybody know how tf to do that?)

“And the grammy for Album of the year goes to…”, the man looked around the crowd while slowly unfolding the envelope in his hands. The ten nominees anxiously looked around, amidst them were you, gripping onto the edge of your seat. Your nails basically dug into the cushioning.

“Y/n with the album ‘Viva Valentino’!”, your heart stopped. The masses of people around you turned their heads to look at you. It all became a blurry mess but a hand on your thigh pulled you out of your haze. To your right was your boyfriend Lando, who was cheering and pumping his fist in the air. He pulled you into a quick kiss before motioning you to go on stage. You smiled at him before hurrying to collect your award. What you didn’t see was that Lando’s eyes had tears of joy in them. He clasped his hands together and smiled while watching your award being laid into your hands. Quickly patting the pockets of his pants, he fished out his phone to take pictures or a video. With tears welling in your eyes, you approached the microphone. “This is crazy.”, your eyes danced across the crowd. Loud cheering erupted and the giant LED screens behind you displayed various pictures of you from concerts and your latest tour. “I thank each and every artist on this planet.”, once again the masses of people interrupted your speech with clapping and cheering. A sweet laugh escaped your throat as the tears finally left your eyes. “Thank you all for keeping art alive!”, you held your grammy skywards and now the cheering got more intense and roamed through the whole crowd.

The celebrations took longer than expected, but here you were. Straddling Lando in his 765LT Spider who was already parked in the garage. The atmosphere was burning and the only sounds ringing through the car were occasional whimpers and heavy breaths. His hands laid firmly atop your hips as he gently grinded up into you. With a few gasps in between kisses you sucked sweet blackberry hickeys onto his neck.

“Baby let’s get inside. The car’s a bit small for this.”, you could feel the grin in his voice. With a soft hum you slid back to the passenger’s side. Once you and your boyfriend had exited the car he put a hand on your hip and pulled you inside the house. Lando was known for his short patience, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the bedroom. As if.

He made quick work of his shirt and pants, leaving him in his navy boxers. Tossing them aside he pushed you onto the couch. Kneeling before you he fiddled with your belt while gazing up at you. “Take that shirt off.” A warm sensation ran over your skin as you threw your dress shirt over the backrest of the designer couch Lando had bought earlier this year. Maybe it was champagne or maybe it was the dim light, but his eyes looked like they were glowing. His pupils were blown out but there was still a beautiful green ring around them. His hands ran over your now bare legs while he tugged your briefs aside, revealing your already leaking member.

With gentle hands he slowly stroked it, earning a groan from you. “I’ll spoil you today, my star”, he licked a long stripe from the base of your cock to the tip and licked away the salty pearl of precum. With a heaving chest and trembling hands, you brought a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers with his soft curls. “Don’t tease me Lan”, your voice was quiet, but dangerous. He let out a light chuckle before taking centimeter by centimeter into his mouth. He gagged lightly as it hit the back of his throat. A light tug at his hair motivated him to begin moving. With a fairly slow pace he bobbed up and down the length of your cock. He ran his tongue along the veins and gripped onto your thighs with both hands. With the firmness that he was holding them he’ll for sure leave bruises, but you didn’t mind. The warm feeling in your stomach began stirring and boiling. “Faster”, you tugged on his locks again while you whispered sharply. Lando wasn’t one to deny your order and obeyed with tears pricking in his eyes. The warm feeling spread over your stomach to your back and down your limbs. You gently bucked into Lando’s mouth as he increased his pace. Now all the heat ran up your limbs, over your back and to your stomach- “Swallow.”  - and with that, think ropes of creamy cum spurted down Lando’s throat. You held him in place with your hand, making him swallow every last drop. He sighed happily, caressing your thighs with his hand. With a gentle ‘plop’ he released your length. He licked his sweet lips and got up from the floor. In a quick movement he got rid of his, now wet, boxers. Carefully straddling you, he connected his lips to your neck. “Let me take care of you, star.”

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can you write a fic with toto?? cuz it's A NEEED FOR ME

Bustling Night TW

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You and Toto go on a date!

Reader: Male

Warnings: Toto del Rey?!

Now playing: 'Lolita' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there dear Anon! Thank you for the request! When i first read this request, this reel came to my mind immediately haha

So for this one i only made a one shot because im not really a Toto person (he's precious tho), but nevertheless i hope you enjoy. I accidentally wrote it for a male reader, until i realized you didn't specify the readers gender- I hope this isn't a problem, otherwise reach out and i'll make it genderneutral!

Also, i always thought his german was SO WEIRD and just a few minutes ago i found out that Torger Christian Wolff is in fact austrian. I was so convinced that he's an Alman (European Slang for 'german person') , but it makes sense that his german sounded silly to me lol. Austrians are so unserious and i can't get over it lmao

His big hand was snaked around your waist, as bright flashes danced before you. You and your husband Toto stood on a stunning carpet while being photographed for the press. The FIA had planned an extravagant Gala Event for all the Formula One associates.  

Your hair was combed nicely, and your dress shirt hugged you perfectly. Toto was smiling sweetly while he secretly gawked at you from time to time. A loose strand had made its way on his forehead, you gently brushed it back and pressed a quick peck to his cheek. The city was alive, and you couldn’t wait to get out and about after the event. Of course, you would’ve liked to stay longer and enjoy some drinks and maybe embarrassingly dance when the party started, but you and your beloved partner made a reservation at a fancy restaurant.

Before anyone could notice, you two had snuck out of the building, breathing in the fresh night air. A few Cars were rushing by, and it felt like the nightlife was breathing and bustling. The valet handed Toto the keys to his steel grey Mercedes Benz 300 sl, nodding gratefully he handed the young man a suspiciously high tip.

He opened the passenger door for you, before hopping behind the steering wheel. He glanced over at you, still smiling like a schoolboy. The Austrian slowly snuck a hand on your thigh, making small talk with you, as the car swiftly rushed through the lit-up city streets. It didn’t feel overwhelmingly lit like New York, but homier and more romantic. The windows of the car were fully open, and the wind played through his dark hair.

The moon hung in the sky like a sweet melody and its light accentuated Toto’s sharp features, his eyes seemed to shimmer with adoration.

Once you arrived at the restaurant a smell of delicious stone oven pizza hit you. The walls of the restaurant consisted almost fully of big, beautiful windows and on the inside, there were stunning Bordeaux red curtains. There were various nicely dressed couples sitting on the terrace, while sipping coffee or chatting the night away.

Your lovely partner pulled you inside, checking the reservation with the hostess. She was a short, sweet looking woman with curly blonde hair. The lady then guided you two towards a table next to one of the big windows, telling you that your server would be with you shortly. Toto gripped your hand with his bigger one, giving you a gentle kiss on the knuckles.

“I love you, Schatz”, a sweet grin spread across his face as you chuckled.

“I love you too.”

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hi z!!

could you please do a lando request??

the reader is afab and they’re pronouns are they/he and maybe he (the reader) is just having a bad day because, first of all they just woke up in a crappy mood because they’re feeling dysphoric (and i know i get cranky like hell when this happens) and then they see hate comments like purposely misgendering the reader in lando’s comment section!!

and then lando both kinda goes off on twitter about it, while comforting reader just talking about how he’s the best boyfriend/partner

(that’s all i have take it from here😭😭)

btw you’re one of the few writers that i know off that do male!readers

OH and i saw how it said to say if the afab/amab is a big thing, so YES him being a afab is a big deal to the story!!

LOVE YOU POOKIE💗💗

Love you, no matter what LN4

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Dysphoria sucks ass

Warnings: Queerphobia, Slurs: Tr@nny/f@g

Now playing: 'Blonde Chaya sped up' by Amaru & Gringo Bamba

AN: Hey there pookie! Thank you so much for this request!! I also get cranky asf when im dysphoric. ok well admittedly, im always cranky . But anyways! I made some teeny tiny changes and i hope that's alright! Love you!

Fun Fact of the day: My biology teacher is a skinwalker

(i'll rage if there isn't a brit shaped present under the tree by the 24th)

A loud, irritated groan left your figure as you fought with nothing in particular. That was a lie. You fought with yourself right now.

The t shirt clung to your figure because of the cold sweat you woke up in and your hair was an absolute mess. The spot next to you on the bed was empty, you knew that your most loved one was probably on a stream.

Scrambling from the bed you passed the long mirror on the bedroom wall; another irritated huff left you. That feeling of being trapped in the wrong body snaked up your leg and pierced you right in your heart. Maybe a cup of hot tea or coffee will cheer you up.

You passed the office, hearing a loud groan from withing, followed by your boyfriend’s voice, explaining how unfair it was for him to get shot ten seconds after joining the game.

The water boiler hummed loudly as you sat on the barstool by the kitchen island, slumped over like a sad little bag of potatoes. You also felt like one. Yet another groan erupted from the office, making you think of something. Quickly fetching your phone from the pockets of your shorts, you opened Whatsapp and sent Lando a quick text. It was almost comical how you could hear him talk to his audience about you.

“My lovely boyfriend just asked if I wanted some tea!”, he giggled like a giddy child. Brits and their tea. He sent you a text back, telling you he’ll be in the kitchen in a few minutes, he just wanted to wrap the stream up.

Then his eyes landed on a username consisting of various numbers and letters. ‘Ew bro, you still dating that f@g? Thought u moved on lolz’ The blood in his veins froze and he felt the anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. Another one popped up, this time from a different viewer. ‘OMG WAIT is it that Tr@nny he once showed lmao, Lan you can do better smh’ And with that a stream of vile words erupted as the strangers on the other side of the screen began vomiting senseless hate. ‘No fucking way. I bet y’all a million bucks that I’d be a less embarrassing wag lol’

What he had missed in this mess of hate comments was that ‘y/n.02’ had joined the stream and saw the hateful words through teary eyes. You clutched your phone with a desperate grip as you sobbed.

“Y’all need to fucking grow up and accept it. I love my boyfriend.” was all he said before swiftly clicking ‘end stream’ and rushing out of the office. He found you with glistening tears streaming down your face and a red, sniffling nose. Immediately, Lando threw his arms around you, pulling you up from the barstool and into a tight hug. “Don’t listen to them darling”, his voice was sweet and almost as quiet as the breath you let out after that. His T shirt was soaked with your tears, but he couldn’t care less. “I love you so fucking much. And nothing can change that. You’re the best damn thing that happened to me.”, his big, gentle hands rubbed your back and traced patterns over your t shirt.

Lando pulled away and looked you intently in the eyes. He closed the distance between you two and embraced you in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Let’s drink some tea baby.”, Brits and their fucking tea.

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i have a scenario.. imagine max confirming his relationship w his bf, the m!reader, and not only are they been together for years and years, but they also married in secret! i cant stop thinking abt this.

Le mariage MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Artist y/n l/n and Max Verstappen reveal their marriage

Reader: Male

Warnings: Slighttttttt Angst, Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Blue Velvet' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! I paired this request with another request. I hope thats alright! I just thought the two prompts fit together quite well. I hope you enjoy! Who's your favorite artist? Mine is Jan Vermeer <3

(The other request)

The gallery was stunning. You had specifically ordered to have as many plants as possible in it. White and light green, pearlescent fabrics adorned the walls while the soft sunlight flooded the rooms of the art exhibition. The paintings reflected lots of emotion and made the viewers think about the story behind them, even after leaving the gallery.

But there was one very special painting that attracted a lot of attention; It was two men, both in tailored suits, kissing. The little plaque next to the canvas read ‘Our wedding.’ And that’s when two worlds collided. One of the men was obviously identifiable, this was Y/n L/n; A world famous artist, who this exhibition was dedicated to. But as far as the public knew, you were unmarried. Strange.

Then there was another man on the right side of the picture. You had painted beautiful light hues onto the mans face, with the utmost care he was portrayed on the canvas. Art fanatics knew a lot of people, whether it was Claude Monet or Umberto Boccioni. But this person wasn’t part of the art universe. Or at least if you don’t count speed as art in itself.

But only a minute of research would show that this was Max Verstappen – though what does that mean? You two weren’t connected in any way shape or form. Or at least not publicly. What does an esthetic, artful genius have to do with the dominator of the pinnacle of motorsport?

Max was gently holding your waist; this was about to be interesting. Once you both entered the fancy building, you were immediately spotted by Paparazzi. He was THE Max Verstappen, obviously they were keen on snapping a picture of him. What they didn’t expect to see was a man by his side, holding onto him like they were a… couple?

This was like light to a moth; they took as many pictures as their cameras allowed them to take. The media was absolutely going to love this. The event you two were attending had a restricted number of Interviewers allowed, but the ones that were present had already set their eyes on you like eagles.

Quickly hurrying away, you found the table at which Christian and Geri were sitting at. Those two were the only people you’ve trusted to talk about your… relationship. Christian offered Max and yourself an understanding smile while Geri began chatting about how lovely the setup was.

You had to admit, the event was well planned. The food was amazing, the drinks tasted wonderful, and the décor was stunning. But you couldn’t shake that uncomfortable feeling of being watched with every step you take. Max noticed your stressed expression and slid his hand onto your thigh while offering you a slight smile. The atmosphere darkened as the lights slowly dimmed and the stage lit up. A man stood on it, thanking everybody for coming. He then shortly introduced the band that would play a few songs after his speech.

This was the moment you were scared of the most, now you had to participate in Interviews. Max pulled you to his side, giving your hip a gentle squeeze, as if to assure you. The grey-haired interviewer was smiling, if you squinted lightly, he looked like the cheshire cat. “Max Verstappen! Great to see you and your…?”, he glanced at you, still smiling. “My husband.” Now the Interviewer looked startled, his eyes widened at Max’s words while his gaze shifted towards the dutch again. The rumors of your painting had spread into the corners of the press, but not really taken seriously, after all there’s many lunatics in this world. The man’s unsure expression was replaced by a smile again. “Ah yes, the painting.”, he looked back at you.

“Y/n l/n, apparently that painting was made in 2018? Now considering it’s depicting your marriage, did you two in fact get married in 2018 or was it more a… artistic expression?”, he stunk of cigarettes and cheap perfume. You tried masking your disdain with a smile. “We did indeed get married in October 2018. Around the same time i made this painting.”, your tone was polite and lighthearted, like a feather in the wind. The grey-haired interviewer seemed to think for a second before speaking up again. “What was the specific reason for not publicly announcing your spouse?” His ice blue eyes now peered at Max, though your husband seemed unfazed. “The public doesn’t need any information about mine or his private life. This information is not essential for the media.”, Max dismissed, excusing himself and you.

With a sweet smile on his face, he guided you towards the terrace to the side of the building. The night air was fresh and clear. Max leaned his back against the railing, studying your features in the soft moonlight. You took a step forward; both of your noses were almost touching. “We did it.”, you then closed the distance between the two of you and caught your husbands’ lips in a sweet kiss. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

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Hi! sorry to bother you, but can i request a Lando Norris x Male Reader? (with oscar besties of both) where the reader is a world famous actor-singer (taylor swift and meryl streep kind of famous) but they broke up because of some mean and homophobic comments against Lando and the reader wanted to protect him from those comments and bad publicity and decided to broke up with him. but Lando wants to come back to him because he doesn’t care about what some people says about them. and Oscar tires to help lando in this

(sorry for the grammar, english is not my first language. Merry Christmas!!!)

Hey there dear anon! This request is kinda long and i dont think a one shot would do it justice, but i dont have the capacity to start another full fic right now... If you want, you can send a shorter request in! If you do, just make it clear that it's you (for example: 'Im the one who made the long request') and i'll work on that one first!

Sorry for making you wait for an answer! And pookie, your english is great <3 and a late Merry Christmas to you! :]

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Is it possible to request a full scenario of Max talking in an interview about his bf?Thank you sm! I hope you had a lovely x-mas :)

Hey babes :] I hope you had a great christmas time and a happy new years! Im sorry for taking so long to respond... I paired your request with another request, i hope thats alright! Go check it out!

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