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rosierecs13

𝜗𝜚 Max Verstappen Recs

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 07/13/2025

⭒ Formula 1 ⭒ Motorsports

⭒ Part 2

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rosierecs13

𝜗𝜚 Max Verstappen Recs 2

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 06/07/2026

⭒ Formula 1 ⭒ Motorsports

⭒ Part 01

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cherry-leclerc

star-crossed ☆ mv1

genre: angst, fluff, humor, lots of back and forth, smut

word count: 9.1k

Fixated, you and Max struggle to stay away from one another. All the while, everyone tries to convince you that it won't ever work out.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...penetrative sex, fingering

inspired by star-crossed, ethan gander !

cherry here!...as a wise person once told me: footnotes = crumbs. hope that helps!! enjoy :)

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angelbabymikaa

you have to romanticize the mundane or you won’t survive it’s cruel out there so drink your coffee and spray a little extra perfume

trashytracktales

hiii i really love your blog (aesthetics and writing) easily one of my fav tumblr blogs!!! ❤️❤️

not sure if your req is open if it is can i request something along the lines of Max was married previously but his wife passed on (you can decide how) and you are now dating him but he has been wearing his wedding ring and never took it off and it always makes you sad when you see it/touch it and you can decide how it continues? maybe something like you asking him abt it but also not wanting to cross the boundaries and the journey of him realising he is in love with you and finally taking off the ring please make it really angsty

this is my first time requesting something so if this isn’t how it works/you are uncomfortable pls ignore this!! love you though!!

This time tomorrow | MV³³

☆ summary ──── She tricked herself into believing that time heals everything. And it might be true, but after endless days and nights of wondering if she’s ever going to be enough for him, she realizes that sometimes, love means stepping away until your other half is ready to meet you bare-handed.

☆ PART 2 HERE.

☆ pairing ──── Max Verstappen x she/her reader

☆ rating ──── mature

☆ category ──── F/M

☆ warnings ──── lots of angst, grief, mentions of past loss, vague description of sex, swearing, bittersweet ending.

☆ word count ──── 5.6k

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vendoe

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀LESTAPPEN AS YOUR BOYFRIENDS 𓂃 ໑ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀max verstappen 𝒙 gn!reader 𝒙 charles leclerc

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝜗ৎ — fluff headcanons + slightly angsty and suggestive content. Max and Charles are bi, this’s to adapt the fic to any type of reader. The reader’s genitals, gender, pronouns, appearance or sexuality are not mentioned. Dom!Max, Sub!Charles. Sub!Reader. English is not my first language, so there may be grammatical errors. Enjoy :)

𝜗ৎ ⠀ AT FIRST, YOU DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD WORK. You had never been one for throuples. Three-person relationships had always left a bad taste in your mouth; you either ended up as the third wheel or left out entirely. Maybe that’s why you thought this would be a bad idea too.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ But Max and Charles had made an effort from the start to make one thing very clear: the three of you were on equal footing. Each had their favorites, that was obvious, but you had also learned to love and respect each other equally, to function as a single unit. You couldn’t deny your weakness for Max, the same weakness he felt for Charles, and that Charles, in turn, felt for you. It was a cycle. A little puzzle in which all three pieces fit perfectly.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ Charles and you were pure chaos, the ones who brought the fun, the youthful, free energy. Max, on the other hand, was more serious, more reserved. He always ended up taking care of both of you, with that protective, steady air that made him the voice of reason. What he said, you two did.. And you couldn’t deny that this side of him gave both you and the Monegasque goosebumps, especially when you pulled a prank and he decided not to speak to you for a couple of hours.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ In your relationship, there was nothing that a few sweet kisses and a couple of hugs couldn’t fix. When Max got upset, he crossed his arms on the sofa, grabbed his phone, and ignored you both for the rest of the afternoon. Then Charles and you would sit on either side of him, one on each of his thighs, planting soft, playful kisses on his neck, jawline, and ears, just enough for Max to roll his eyes and end up forgiving you, wrapping you both in a hug.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ Things were very different at races than at home. Throuples weren’t well regarded, and even less so the fact that two drivers were openly bisexual. That’s why publicly you were in a relationship with Charles, while Max maintained the image of a coveted bachelor. It went without saying that the Dutchman wouldn’t even look at anyone trying to flirt with him for more than two seconds, but it was also true that keeping the relationship secret was sometimes painful.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ He hated many things, but not being able to kiss or hug you two after a good race was, without a doubt, what hurt the most. You couldn’t even look at him for more than two seconds when talking in the paddock, just to avoid speculation. And yet, even with a camera pointing at you, when both knew you couldn’t show affection because the next day it would be in every sports outlet, it made you want to cry. You just wanted to kiss him and tell him how much you loved him. But then, as always, Max would take a risk, sliding a hand under the counter, where no one could see, and intertwining his warm fingers with yours. That simple gesture was enough to remind you he was there, with you, and his touch seemed to whisper, “I’m here, liefde.”

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ Still, being at home was also your safe place, your stronghold, your refuge, the only place where the three of you could truly be yourselves, without restrictions. Where Charles could act needy for attention, and Max would tease him, holding him by the waist while you covered his face with kisses.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ In your free time, the three of you liked watching movies, playing video or board games, helping Charles with a new song, enduring Max humiliating you and Charles on simulators, having sex occasionally, or just lazing on the sofa with the fan blowing on your faces.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ Charles and you always found a comfortable spot on Max’s chest. The blond would hold you close to his warm body, letting you hide your heads in his broad chest or in the nape of his neck. Breathing in his masculine scent gave an immediate sense of safety. Both of you would trace his arms or abdomen with your fingers. Charles, with his impeccable French accent, would comment, “We should stop racing and just chill like this forever.” And you both laughed, even though you knew he could never give up speed for anything in the world.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ Everyone had your own way of showing love. Charles was more about physical affection and words; Max, about acts of service and quality time. And in fact, it worked because each brought something that made the relationship flow naturally. You loved it when Charles kissed you and whispered sweet words in French, like “Je t’aime tellement, mon amour,” or when Max solved one of your problems and stayed to spend time with you watching your favorite movie. In the end, you realized that even though you had been unlucky with throuples before, here everything fit perfectly.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ You could fight. You were in a relationship with two extremely competitive men, and Max was by far the most stubborn of the three. He had a hard time compromising on things that didn’t align with his ideals, and taking the blame wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but he tried, like everyone else.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ “Look, I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with.” And before Charles could say anything, he interrupted, “Shut up, Charles. Let me finish. But… I love you guys, and you know I hate fighting with you.”

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ And when all the words had been said, you and the Monegasque welcomed your boyfriend into your arms. Maybe it was at that very moment, with Max trapped like a sandwich between your bodies, that he realized the apartment, though everyone could feel free there, wasn’t really his safe place, his stronghold. His true refuge was being between your arms, surrounded by two pairs of arms, with his head nestled in the crook of your neck, while Charles left a kiss on his cheek and along his jawline.

⠀𝜗ৎ ⠀ “We love you, mon amour,” Charles murmured between kisses. Max took a deep breath, sinking even deeper into your arms. “I think I love you both even more.”

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lap90

requests are open yeyy! can i request a smau and written fic with mv3 x younger! reader (maybe 2004) where they got together a year after kelly broke up with max? and reader is actually a famous singer (like addison rae type)

thank youuu

Untouched, XO - MV3

served with: max verstappen x fem!young-gf!reader chef's note: in the world of F1, everyone has an opinion. They had opinions when Max and Kelly called it quits, and they had even louder ones when he started showing up to the paddock with Y/N—the twenty-one-year-old pop sensation. Falling in love was the easy part. The hard part is navigating the 2:00 AM Twitter threads, the "downgrade" comparisons, and a world champion boyfriend who thinks "protecting" you means keeping you quiet.

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lap90

thank youuu

Untouched, XO - MV3

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liahcharms

Gods, Heroes, Warriors 🌿

JJK men as ancient Gods, Heroes and Warriors x F!Reader for my freaks <3

Pairings: Gojo x Reader, Suguru x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Satosugu

content/warnings: Historical AU, Ancient History, JJK men as historical figures, definitely heavy smut, how to tame a God/Warrior guide heh, I'll try to keep it historically accurate since im a history freak, this is my wet dream about fucking ancient Gods lmao

a/n: Since so many people loved Anubis!Geto, I decided to start a full historical series!

Want to read more historical works?

Check this collection ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

dividers by @saradika-graphics

༄ Geto Suguru ⋆˙⟡ Anubis, Egyptian God of the Dead ꒰ The desert is cold at night. The West Bank of the Nile deadly silent, with a sand gripping your lifeless body. But you shall not fear death, as your mother would say. You shall not, because he will come and guide you to the afterlife. Anubis, God of the Dead, Lord of the Duat, Protector of the Desert, Jackal-Headed Lord, your – oh ꒱

༄ Gojo Satoru ⋆˙⟡ Roman Tyrant Julius Caesar ꒰ How ruthless a man he was. Rome's greatest general. The man of the hour. Caesar, his battle name was, but Gojo Satoru in heart. A tyrant, a beast, a genius himself, your... only hope. Because how could you get back your title as the Queen of Egypt, by not using the help of the Imperator himself? And how could you not predict for him to drop down to his knees so pitifully? ꒱

༄ Choso Kamo ⋆˙⟡ Hades, Greek God of the Underworld ꒰ How easy was it to have the mightiest, the most frightening and stern God wrapped around your finger? Easy, apparently, because Hades, God of the Underworld, a gloomy, lone figure, so powerful as the oldest one of the three brothers, was nothing but a whimpering mess for his dearest Goddess! ꒱

༄ Ryomen Sukuna ⋆˙⟡ Set, Egyptian God of Wars, Violence and Sands ꒰ How brute of a God he was. A monster, Lord of Upper Egypt, Harbinger of Chaos, God of Wars, tormenting the country with his power. An usurper. So what happens when a sweet girl comes up one day, claiming that she's the one meant to inherit the rule over Egypt? ꒱

༄ Toji Fushiguro ⋆˙⟡ Roman Gladiator ꒰ Every Roman citizen loved gladiatorial fights. Just not you. But when you finally decided to see one in the company of your husband, it turned out that one fighter in particular had set his eye on you. A beast, a brute, a butcher, with strong knees that could bend solely for his lady ꒱

༄ Nanami Kento ⋆˙⟡ Greek Hero Heracles ꒰ What's the easiest way to get rid of a tenacious man who desperately asks for your hand? Give him twelve impossible challenges, of course, in hopes he'll drop out before finishing them all. But... maybe underestimating the Olympian's greatest hero, the strongest demigod alive, Zeus's warrior, wasn't the greatest choice ꒱

༄ Satosugu ⋆˙⟡ Alexander the Great and Hephaestion ꒰ For Macedonian's, he was the King. In Asia, they called him Conqueror. Egyptians bestowed upon him the title of Pharaoh, and Greeks believed he was Zeus's offspring. But for his closest general, companion, lover... he was just Satoru. Suguru's most beloved golden boy ꒱

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cumchiato

୨୧ — "Where is she?" Sukuna demanded, crimson eyes scanning your floral shop with predatory focus.

You glanced up from where you were arranging a vase, not bothering to hide your smile at his agitation. Five years together had taught you when his rage was genuinely dangerous and when it was… well, this…

"Good morning to you too," you replied calmly, tucking a spring of baby’s breath into the arrangement.

As he moved past you, you noticed a small splotch of blood on his cheek. Without a word, you reached out, catching his sleeve to stop him momentarily- his eyes flashed down at you, but he allowed it. He watched as you dabbed at the smeared mark with a wet cloth you’d been using to wipe up the counter… Wiping away the evidence of whatever or whoever he’d encountered before coming home.

Releasing his sleeve once his face was clean, you pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips, "Last I saw her, she was out in the back garden counting butterflies."

"She called me," he growled, "Said she needed me for 'urgent business."

Your chuckle only darkened his scowl, "I told her, not to use your emergency number unless it was an actual emergency."

"But this IS an emergency!!" A tiny voice piped up from the garden doorway.

There she stood, his five year old daughter, a miniature mirror of himself. Even at her young age, she commanded attention with the same natural authority as her father, though her methods relied more on charm than intimidation.

"Someone stepped on Mr. Squiggles…" she announced, crimson eyes -identical to Sukuna’s- already brimming with tears.

Your heart broke at the sight, and you instinctively moved towards her. However she completely dodged your approaching form, instead running straight to her father, her small flip-flops slapping against the wooden floor.

Sukuna's brow furrowed as he looked down at her, towering over her tiny frame, "Who the fuck is Mr. Squiggles?"

"Language," you murmured, though the truth is you accepted long ago that battling Sukuna’s vocabulary was a losing war.

"My caterpillar!" She whined, grabbing her father’s much larger hand and tugging with surprising strength, "You have to fix him!"

Sukuna’s eye twitched at the fact he was called from what he was doing to come home to this, but still he allowed himself to be led through the kitchen and into the garden. He shot you a look over his shoulder that clearly said, This is what constitutes an emergency?

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kloversung

the pleasure is all ours

poly!minsung headcannons smut (mdni) anon request

minsung who saw you on the first day of university — you caught their eye immediately, a new face in the economics lecture. they watched as you scanned the hall with those wide brown eyes, looking for a place to settle but too shy to ask if a seat was taken.

minsung who found you endearing from that first proper glimpse — clad in an oversized hoodie that practically swallowed your form, headphones slung around your neck as you carried a small tower of books out of the library.

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morganwritesfanfic

how they like to kiss and be kissed - Haikyuu! captains

content and warnings: gn!reader :: married life :: domestic!captains :: fluff :: suggestive undertones :: post-timeskip :: established relationship :: probably ooc :: tiny bit of angst [Kuroo] :: mention/announcement of pregnancy [Daichi] :: afab!reader [Daichi] :: possessive!Daichi :: reader wears lingerie [Ushijima] :: possessive!reader & Daishō :: momma kink [Futakuchi] :: mean!reader [Futakuchi] :: insecure!reader [Terushima]

characters: Oikawa Tooru :: Kita Shinsuke :: Bokuto Kotaro :: Kuroo Tetsuro :: Daichi Sawamura :: Ushijima Wakatoshi :: Daishou Suguru :: Futakushi Kenji :: Iizuna Tsukasa :: Terushima Yuuji :: Meian Shugo

w.c.: 8,1k

a/n: tried to find the gifs that best represent the ideas in my head, most are m/f because it was more fitting to the vibes I was going for, but I also tried to find some good gifs for the masc!readers. all rights to the original owners.

sweethearticism

──── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ₎ა ˙˖

♡ 𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟐 ੭

⌗ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑!𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

the new ballet season is upcoming and you've been selected to play both the pure white swan and the lustful black swan. you were the perfect white swan. pristine, pure, perfect. but when your strict ballet instructor guides you down a tainted path to fulfill your dual role as the black swan— just how far are you willing to go to gain his approval? how deep are you willing to let him drag you into hell for the sake of perfection? and most of all: how desperate are you to keep his attention on only you?

⌗ wc :: 1.6k

♡ ₊˚‧ cw. ballet au :: angst :: smut :: toxic dynamics :: age gap ( 40s / 20s ) :: violence :: blood :: murder :: corruption :: purity fixation :: unhealthy beauty standards :: obsession :: manipulation :: jealousy :: f.masturbation :: semi-public sex :: fingering :: rough sex :: degradation :: choking :: sukuna is very touchy & creepy :: rival!yorozu :: inspired by 2010's black swan

♡ ₊˚‧ sweetheart. this series was commissioned by @delicatedahlias <3 thank you cutie!

She wasn't perfect, but that was what made her marvellous.

She took to the stage in a fractured, aflickering sway. Erratic in every assemblé. Volatile in each tour en l'air.

Stained, sinful, subpolished.

And in that imperfect, flawed fracture, birthed the black swan.

The perfect, black swan. Yorozu.

She was new in town, from what the other ballerinas said. You only caught a glimpse of her overkill dark eyeshadow in the vanity room.

Now, you met her intimately.

As she let the music flow through her veins and swished in a violent choreography. Just for fun, she insisted to the girls, when she chose to show off her performance as Odile.

Her dark hair whipped through the dim studio. As fierce as her face that commanded the rhythm. The role. The respect.

The attention of Sukuna, it seemed.

You picked at your nails. A useless effort to qualm yourself from peeping at your gruff instructor.

Now smiling.

sweethearticism

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pagesofhyun

Her Uncles, Her Pack

Dad!BangChan x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Uncle!SKZ // 1,3k words.

summary: After Bang Chan’s members discover his lock screen and completely lose it over his daughter’s “little wolf” cuteness, everything softens when you bring her to practice—turning chaos into a quiet, shared moment where she settles between both of you, right where she belongs.

authors note: idea from @juju-227592 and @idontgiveacrap ☺️🫶🏻

🏷️: fluff, comfort.

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2.

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rambld

sukuna is offended when his girlfriend uses her toys instead of him | 18+

contents: mdni, established relationship, reader's lowkey a nymphomaniac, use of toys, marathon sex, rough sex, he edges himself to last for hours, slight choking (sukuna puts reader in a headlock), he puts her to sleep lmfao

art by innaillus on x!

Sukuna has never been laid out before and he's honestly dumbstruck right now as his vision swims, seeing rainbows, crashing turquoise waves and dolphins fucking chirping.

The heavy silence of the bedroom is broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the sound of Sukuna’s ragged, uneven breathing. He's sprawled across the king-sized mattress, limbs weighed down by bricks and buzzing with that specific, bone-deep exhaustion that follows hours upon hours of physical exertion.

Now, Sukuna is a big man—broad-shouldered, a regular at the gym, and possesses a stamina he’s always been quietly proud of—but right now, he feels like a battery drained to 1%.

Beside him, you shift, covered in a shimmering layer of sweat like he is. He expects you to curl into his side or fall into the kind of dead-to-the-world sleep he's currently craving. Instead, the mattress dips as you sit upright.

“That was incredible,” you sigh, your voice clear and bright, showing absolutely no sign of the fatigue currently pinning him to the sheets. You lean over, pressing a lingering, soft kiss to his sweaty temple.

“Yeah,” Sukuna croaks, his eyes barely cracked open as the cool rush of adrenaline sinks into a warmth in his bloodstream. “Incredible. I think my heart is actually trying to exit my ribcage.”

A huff of laughter leaves you at that. You find it so amusing that a man who hardly gets winded after a run or hike is left boneless when he's fucked you for a couple of hours.

Meanwhile you don't look spent or feel it, rather you are revitalized. Your skin is flushed, your eyes sparking with an energy that seems almost supernatural given the hour. With a dream sigh, you stretch, your back arching like a feline that makes Sukuna’s tired muscles ache in sympathy.

“You okay?” he asks, watching as you slide off the bed.

“Better than okay,” you reply, flashing him a playful, slightly predatory grin. “But I'm really sticky so I'm gonna hop in the shower and clean up.”

Sukuna watches, flabbergasted, as you gather your hair into a messy bun and saunter toward the bathroom with a bounce in your step, not a limp.

He’d known you had a high libido—you’d mentioned your collection of bedside drawer companions early on—but he’d foolishly thought his own athletic endurance would be the ultimate match. He is a tough guy, the kind of man who could hike twenty miles with a pack, yet here he is, conquered by a woman who looks ready to run a marathon.

He heard the shower turn on. A moment later, over the hiss of the water, he heard the familiar, muffled gasp that you make when—

Were you really using the shower head to get off even after he nearly rubbed his dick raw inside you? Geez, most women would have passed out by now but you're still going.

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morganwritesfanfic

how they like to kiss and be kissed - Haikyuu! captains

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