#mad!universe

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mad!max whose a shameless simp for his younger girlfriend. more so because people hate him for dating a 20 year old but that man doesn't give af

idk who u r. but I love u. this shit FUELS me.

max x fem!FERRARI!reader.

mad!max truly doesn’t give one singular fuck.

you’re his girlfriend, the love of his life. this man bought a cat and named it after the circuit because you won a race there.

mad!max who buys you whatever your want. and I mean whatever you want. you mentioned when you first joined f1 that your favourite colour was pink (sorry if it isn’t!) and suddenly everything in your shared home years later is pink?

this man is obsessed to every degree and fuck does everybody know it.

lando said once “yeah I wouldn’t try overtaking y/n. max is known for getting a bit.. mad when she loses.” and everybody waved it off - simply saying max was a bit obsessive - and he was completely correct. this man cares MORE about YOU winning than himself.

“yeah I heard max contemplated going to ferrari when it was announced y/n was going there.” cue christian horner having a breakdown for the 82721 time.

you’re a ferrari driver - and fuck me do the tifosi love you, but that’s for a different day - and you happen to have captured the hearts of every local. there’s streets named after you, hotels with your last name in the tittle (max stays at them all and rates them, lol).

oh remember that one time lando hit you during a race and made you dnf? yeah I do too because max got out the car (after the race) and threatened to punch him after pushing him.

you’re six years younger than your mad bf and the fans were worried how the age gap would play out - and then they saw you practically walking around with max on a leash. forget the term a lost puppy this man is a lost SOUL.

“yeah she’s younger but she’s everything to me.” he all but shouts at a disrespectful interviewer. max takes great delight in this. in being mean to the people who deserve it. you were younger sure, but you could practically do anything to him tbh.

but anyway! max once bought you a handbag (by once I mean for the 82nd time that year) to match his outfit for that week. he claims that you’re his girlfriend so of course your gonna have to match him? duh?

I live for this shit.

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mad oscar who fucks his ferrari driver girlfriend into a haze whenever she’s stressed has me clawing at the walls. he drags his fingers up to her bra straps, not before working on her shirt buttons and he’s gently turning her around to undo her bra. his hands fondle at her boobs as if to relieve stress from the two of them, his hands pull back to wander down the arch of her back and it’s as if he’s playing music.

as if her muscles are guitar strings, he gently eased his fingers into them until she’d letting out groans of adoration— and he gets harder with every passing minute.

she pleads for him to take his shirt off, she needs to feel him— she needs to feel something other than the rough material of his mclaren shirt. so he obliges, how could he not? and he slides the papaya shirt over his head, her eyes dropping down his chest.

his stomach flexes under her gaze as if jokingly showing off and she bites her lip and she smiles up at him. she looks at him as if he’s given her the world, and if oscar could - he would.

he pushes her gently back onto the coach and presses kisses down her neck, empty threats (well, somewhat empty) of destroying the track for her leave his lips. he promises her dreams of a world championship, a home race win or something close to it, he promises her the world.

his fingers push down to her jeans and he’s rough as he pulls them off her, thumb teasing her nipple as he pushed his other hand down to her panties. his eyes turn up to her own when he notices the hot red pattern.

always a ferrari girl, his loving girlfriend, he doesn’t tease her with a charming smile - merely drags his fingers down her stomach and under the thin cotton.

his eyes keep on her own as he pushes two fingers into the wetness he created, his thumb plays with her bundle of joy, nerves of pleasure.

oscar landed her a promise of hopes and dreams, that dark glisten in his eyes shows he means much more than a simple sex-fuelled promise.

his smirk is wicked, his fingers are something made of gold. his woman would never be a loser.

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mm!fernando. x fem!rbr!reader. smut. pwp. daddy kink and such.

i’ll die on this hill - mad!fernando is a dilf who likes whores. he likes messy girls, the ones who all but worship him. the ones who’ll cry when he hits the back of their throats, the ones who take what they’re given. but mm!fernando loves mm!y/n. and yet she’s everything but his type. half the grid want to fuck his pretty girl but yet he’s the one between her legs at night. and he loves it, how she mewls daddy beneath her breath, how he has his hair pinned back and his eyes all but latched onto her own. his tongue swirls around her cunt, leaving it wet and sticky. fernando loves a messy girl, but he loves his girl the most. he loves how sweet she sounds, breathless and a mess, when he makes her cum with his tongue. <3

*MBDTF extra! mad!fernando who makes her cum so much she’s all but passing out from the overstimulation. a good race day for his baby means she gets to see stars :( and the way she’s scratching at his skin until it all but scars. fernando loves it, that look she gets when her daddy gives her exactly what she needs.

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[test post. max x fem!reader. dark. mad max universe. smut.]

max who’s pushing you against the couch, or against something else when he brushes past you.

maybe in public he’s grinding his hips against your own for a split second so you can feel the bulge beginning to grow.

max who’s pushing his hands onto your hips, subtle gestures that leave you feeling like you’re on a cloud, and then grinding against you a little. it’s small and subtle, all while he nods his head and smiles at whoever he’s talking to.

max who’s all but cumming in his slacks, he’s pushing against you in the busy elevator. his cock pushed against his joggers enough to leave him breathless, your all but stood there - feeling your cunt clench at the way he grinds - a small, shocked look on your face.

I live for whore verstappen.

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little darlin’ (mad!max x fem!rbr!reader. age gap, reader is 20). hyper!fem gf x max. smut pwp. dacryphilia.

can’t help but think about mad!max who’s obsessed with his gf who loves the colour pink. she’s got a pink bedroom with pink hello kitty sheets, she’s always got sticky lipgloss on and a bow in her hair.

max loves it, loves her sweet scent which usually some kind of flower/sweet treat. he loves her mascara and the way it runs down her cheeks because he’s pushing against her gummy, sweet spot inside of her. the way she’s clinging onto her plushie with all of her strength as he gently stretches her open with his fingers. he loves the way she mewls out his name with those pretty lip gloss covered lips - max had already had them around his cock half an hour earlier - and the way she pleads with him to let her cum for nth time.

he loves it, he loves her. his little darlin’ who loves his big hands and how his fingers fill her up so easily— how his sweet mouth is so good on her cunt. pretty fingernails gripping at his skin, scratching him roughly down his back when he pushes her against a wall, eager to fill her with his cum.

yeah, max loves her lots. <3

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DRABBLE ONE OF EUPHORIA: MAD!LEWIS x FEM!MERC!DRIVER.

you were the first female formula one driver to win a world championship so of course the hate was to be expected, though nobody thought it’d get this bad. thankfully, lewis is quite good at shutting up the people who talk too much.

LOL lewis has anger issues. themes of an unhealthy relationship (obsessive behaviour). age gap, reader is 24 lewis is 39. graphic description of violence. lying lolz. swearing. sexism. max!bashing (mb pookie). use of y/n

> you a scam artist, with the hopes of being accepted.

you were young. twenty two when you won your first world championship, twenty two when you won your first race. you joined formula one and won near everything in your first season— nobody could believe it.

nobody could believe that a woman did it in her first rookie season.

you won three races in a row, you won a world championship, you dominated the season as if it was nobody’s business.

you didn’t mean any harm, you loved formula one. you were the teammate to the greatest of all time, why wouldn’t you love it? why wouldn’t you love lewis? he was kind and polite, offered you support whenever somebody would say something mean.

you loved lewis and lewis loved you. so what was the problem?

“could y/n l/n be the mercedes downfall they weren’t expecting?” you had one bad crash, it was late in abu dhabi and the twenty twenty four season was rewarding— you could taste your second world championship on the tip of your tongue.

you hadn’t won three in a row like you wanted but you didn’t care, max deserved the world championship last season so you could get over that.

you couldn’t get over the way your car was near smashed into the wall because of his bad manners, though. who the fuck did he think he was?

the press had a field day, “last lap hell for mercedes!” you had won the world championship (you were more than grateful for the small gap between you and the dutchman), so why all the fuss?

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you moved on with a smile and a heavy heart, you had finally won a second world title by the age of twenty four. your team moved on, the world had faith in them again, the fans didn’t doubt them again.

everybody moved on— but one.

lewis hamilton wasn’t a man who held a grudge. he was fucked over with his own world championship, he had a tough few months but he got over it. he got a new teammate knowing the team weren’t themselves anymore, he got over it.

he found love, he found you. he brushed the critics off— he wasn’t too old for you at all. but he couldn’t brush off the way max had pushed you aside during the race. the way horner said it was just a race.

he didn’t mind shit talking about him, but about you?

he wasn’t a violent man. he wasn’t a bad man. he didn’t hold grudges, isn’t it funny that one person can change nearly every moral a man holds?

he didn’t mean to punch max, he promises.

he didn’t mean to crash into him, he promises.

he didn’t mean to go onto his own socials and claim that max wasn’t nothing but a bitch and that red bull would soon fall, mark his words, he promises.

lewis hamilton wasn’t a violent man, he was just a liar. that’s all.

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Your take on Mad Max universe Carlos and Jenson

I see Jenson as a mix of Charles and Lewis perhaps? He is definitely charming

Also don't stress your works are as good as before:)

thank you! female reader. age gap. marriage.

definitely a mix of both.

jenson is older (a fine man too) so id definitely see him as the providing type. an arm around mm!y/n’s waist, a hand on her shoulder or on her lower back to guide her around. definitely a possessive man. after a few months of dating he’d definitely talk about marriage, and after he proposes he’s already gifting her wedding books for her to take inspiration from.

though possessive, he’s definitely the emotional type too. he cried at her first race, he shed a tear when she said “yes!”, he’s definitely been welling up when she’s talking about how much she loves her job.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t silently warn her though. id argue he’s the most stern. “no, my love don’t do that.” “sweetheart, sit down and let me do it, okay?” he’s hell bent on her being his pretty little racing wife,.

and I think with how persuasive jenson is, he’s smirking at her to make her squirm behind the camera, he’ll be able to do whatever he wants.

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how would the mad!universe guys react to mm!yn being sick like having the sort of cold that wrecks your body to point your voice changes a bit, hearing senses get bit of reduced because there's too much of cough in the body.

rn i have this sort of cold and it's shit. i miss being able to hear properly 😔

anyway take care of your mental health!! i hope you feel better soon lovie

thank you for this. I’m slowly getting there (it was my first week at college. and it was super difficult to get used to lol).

female!reader, driver!reader, sick!au.

mm!y/n who is severely sick with a cold would probably send the mad!universe into a psychotic breakdown.

max would end up buying all of her favourite foods to keep her sane, would had nightly movie times to keep her safe and warm in his house <3 I can also see him skipping a weekend of racing to come and give his love cuddles (and to make sure she’s resting — as he demands).

lewis is finding every doctor to come and help her out (which when they tell him all they can do is offer a list of things to keep her somewhat comfortable lewis ends up nearly losing his shit). lewis also buys her stuffed animals :( he’s such a sweetheart who would do anything to keep her happy.

carlos is sending passive aggressive texts to her team leader and staff “how could you let her get sick?” and he’s ordering her meals daily. “corazón, you need to get better soon, for me okay?”

charles is having a breakdown. you have to miss a race because of your sick health??? the tifosi are putting out message boards full of “our heart of Ferrari, get better soon.” and charles is secretly paying them too. I can see him sending cookies, flowers - there’s probably a new ferrari somewhere in her garage too - and whatever else he can think of.