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ANGLDELIGHT - NONE OF IT MATTERS WHEN YOU’RE HERE WITH ME.. FEM! READER. 18+

(requesting for) MAD MAX UNIVERSE - DARK!FORMULA ONE.

I ONLY WRITE DRIVER!READER.

wanna read more posts of dark f1? want a submissive and dominant relationship with your favourite formula one driver? read the post above and send in an ask. you want a cute scene or something smutty, dirty and raw? send it in, baby.

MAD MAX UNIVERSE:

check this tag on my blog! mad!universe. to view every post in the universe, even if some aren’t stated here!

EUPHORIA. THE DRABBLE SERIES.

1) HOPE OF BEING ACCEPTED. (LEWIS x Y/N).

standalone one shots:

MAX.

CASUAL. / INTERVIEWER. / MORE M’S. / YOUNGER. / SHIRTS AND GAMING. / TOO MUCH. / PINK-ISH. / BURN, BABY, BURN. / WHORE VERSTAPPEN. / NOT SO SUBTLE FASHION ADVICE. (BRIEF CHARLES). / ME OR TIFOSI? / MAD!MAX HDCS. / MAD!MAX HDCS (part 2). / REWARD. (X SEBASTIAN.) / WHAT IS MM!Y/N TO RED BULL? / DRIVE TO SURVIVE.

* LIKE A PRAYER. (x CHARLES).

CASUAL. *

author’s fav! *

SEB.

HATE AND LOVE. (RBR!SEB).

not standalone one shots:

MARK.

GLORY BOX. (IMPLICATION TO MAX x READER).

CHARLES.

MAD!CHARLES. (x MAX)

KING OF THE WORLD. (x MAX)

SEBASTIAN.

HATE AND LOVE. (x MAX)

END OF MAD!MAX.

max verstappen. -

CHERRY WINE / FOR THE BETTER. / SHEETS. / SUPERNOVA. / ALWAYS AN ANGEL, NEVER A GOD. / GO WITH GRACE. - LH X READER X MAX. part 2 of *margaret.

lewis hamilton.

*MARGARET - LH X READER X MAX.

oscar piastri.

FOR THE BETTER.

mark webber.

GLORY BOX.

charles leclerc.

sebastian vettel.

jenson button.

kimi raikkonen.

series :

REAL LOVE BABY (lewis x reader x max).

delayed until further notice.

wanna hear more from me? check out the tag anglspeaks to hear about updates and future works! (and my blabber mouth).

— uh oh! you don’t see anything you’d enjoy? send in an ask. i write for everybody on the current grid apart from : daniel, yuki and logan. i’m currently wanting to write for toto wolff, & other f1 drivers (kimi, seb, mark, jenson) ! so send in an ask there too!

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omg i’m ovulating bc of this.

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literally just wanted to drop in your inbox and tell you that im literally in love with your writing how did i not discover your blog sooner omfg youre amazing!!! 🫶🫶🫶

i’m late to this by a year *i need to die* thank you so much cutie 😭

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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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ITS GETTING STICKY! — MAD!MAX x FEM!READER.

cheating. smut. fem!reader.

max didn’t necessarily care for your boyfriend, fiancé, whatever the fuck you wanted to call him. he didn’t care about him on the track so why would he care about him now, when he’s all the way inside of you and you’re scratching down his back (with the nails he paid for)?

carlos wasn’t a bad fiancé, he was attentive and he cared deeply about you. but he just couldn’t hit the right spots, whether it be with sex or affection, it always felt like he wanted something in return.

max, though, on the other hand hit every spot. affectionate? he bought you flowers, bags, whatever you wanted - you didn’t even have to ask. attentive? a hand on your waist when it’s too hard and you’re pouting under the sun, special food because of allergies during certain seasons.

max didn’t mind being a home wrecker, a record breaker, a whatever you wanted him to be breaker.

he wasn’t fond of being a bed breaker, though. that got expensive after time.

it was getting sticky, the humid weather, your leaking cunt— your eyes that would roll back with every thrust of his hips. a good man turned bad, a lion waiting to eat. that’s what max verstappen was.

when his thumb swiped down against your clit, nudging the hood back gently, that’s when you realised— max didn’t care at all about the wedding ring on your finger.

A HOMEWRECKER I BEEN FUCKIN WHO I WANNA!

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mad!max | fem!reader. smut.

not that he’d be too aggressive, but the fact he’d be so fucking greedy. rough hands working on my clothes, his breath heavy and quick as he pushes me down onto the couch— but his face, oh his face is filled with something so vulnerable. his strive to be perfect would probably kill him if he didn’t have the support around him. but his vulnerability turns into lust quicker than his zipper going down. and his cock :( the way he tugs down his pants and pushes my underwear to the side because he’s too fucking horny.

and usually foreplay is his go to— the greed got to him, and he’s pushing his cock deep inside what he claims to be his cunt.

and he promises he’s not stopping until I’m overflowing. :(

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smut. mad!max. fem reader. red bull doesn’t give you the desire to win - it gives you the desire to be fucked. raw and rough beneath the hands of a man who’s eager to please. mad!max who pushes hands up your skirts and his fingers over your panties. his mouth on your skin. teeth. bite. foreplay. it’s all important to him - every whisper of a plead, every whine of a beg. every moan of pleasure. scream, cry, bite him, bruise him, claim him. mad!max who’d eat you alive.

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tell me, tell me! mad max x female reader.

“max, you mentioned earlier in the season that you weren’t worried about the results of the championship. did ever have a moment of doubt? what kept you going throughout a boat of winless races?” the interviewer asked politely, his eyes full of curiosity as he looked at the newly crowned four time world champion.

max thought for a moment before answering with a small smile on his face, “my girlfriend. she’s always there to help me, she’s always there to keep my mind set on what I want. there was only a moment of doubt that I had in the title fight and she reminded me almost immediately that I was capable of winning.”

he can’t help but shy his gaze away when he hears the quiet ‘aws’ around the room. who knew all it took for him to win the world championship was support from the woman he loved the most?

you.

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heart pt6.

max x female reader. mention of kissing, sex.

that’s my man. kisses on his face in the morning, he likes his sex soft and sweet when he’s feeling it. nice mouth marks on his skin, fingers through his hair. your words through his heart like cupid and his arrow. max likes his lovin’ gentle and subtle, eyes meeting, mouths colliding. your his girl. he doesn’t do well with his jealousy, soft sex turns to a harsh fuck full of mad promises and nasty turns of his gaze. max doesn’t like nobody looking at you the way he does. your mouth biting onto his neck when he says something wrong. your love is sweet, straight through your hearts. to tell the truth. he loves a gentle gaze with a rough grip, hair sweaty after a rough race. maybe he wins and he can kiss your face. maybe he loses and he’s pushing your face into a pillow as you beg for more.

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BURNING LOVE: AYRTON SENNA x FEM!READER.

love is tough and the gravel is rough! short headcanons on when ayrton doesn’t have a particularly good races

age gap - reader is twenty three / senna is twenty nine - set in the late 80’s. possessive behaviour. hyperfem!reader. kissing?!!

japanese grand prix 1989.

your kisses lift me higher. you press a lipgloss stained kiss to his cheek, a small pout on your face as you watch him grumble. prost had turned into ayrton, causing them both to crash.

like the sweet song of a choir. you push your fingers through ayrton’s hair gently, eyes on his closed lens. you wandered back into brazil not long after the incident which caused prost to be champion. you press a kiss to ayrton’s mouth gently— and you can’t help but squeal as he pulls you onto him, kissing you deeper.

you light my morning sky. he found you not long after, sat on a chair on the balcony, a robe — pink and fluffy, no doubt — tied around you. you had that fond look on your face, which usually meant you were satisfied. ayrton couldn’t help but lean against the doorway with a smile on his face.

with burning love. you have flowers in your hair, swimsuit dotted with flowers of yellows and pink, as you stand in the clearwater sea. a smile on your face which soon turns into a morph of laughs and giggles, ayrton coming from behind you. he gently wraps his arms around you, your shoulders and or your hips, and he can’t help but smile to himself.

yes, he thinks. this is it.

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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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MY BEAUTIFUL DARK TWISTED FANTASY — DELIGHT.

HOW FAR ARE YOU WILLING TO GO? IN THE MAD!UNIVERSE… there is no such thing as too far to these men. the limits are meant to be pushed and rules are meant to be broken.

taking requests for max, charles, lewis, sebastian, kimi and carlos. how far do you want your favourite driver to go? let me know in my request box.

WITH — FEMALE!DRIVER!READER. DRIVER x READER x DRIVER.

requests for MBDTF are now open.*

let your sickest, twisted and gruesome desires come true, and let me know what you’d like to see!

* halloween event. this will be treated as a masterlist for requests in the future. no violence towards reader. no abuse.

— MASTERLIST

MM!FERNANDO. — fernando loves the girls who act messy.

SWIM BEFORE YOU DROWN. — how does max react to charles’ obsession with his lover?

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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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i’m so late to this but I saw your post from a few days ago abt doubting your writing. I just wanna say that your writings are half of the reason I don’t fully leave tumblr. you’re so insanely good and amazing and I just love your blog so much. I hope you’re feeling waaay better now, love :)

love bug. what a beautiful person you r :( thank y so much for the love and support. I’m still not feeling quite like myself but I’m holding out to produce some Christmas Mad!Universe 😭. Lol. I love u! please look after urself <3

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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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have y’all gotten tired of me already? i feel like im suddenly really boring. if my fics aren’t as good as they used to be please tell me and i’ll try to fix it 😕

maybe i’ve just fell off or something. ☹️

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have you seen the video of charles hitting another car while driving in monaco? how do the drivers react if reader driver drives into their cars,like outside the race, when she is arriving on paddock perhaps???

LMAOOO I NEED THISSSSS.

okay so I kinda got confused but I think I know what you mean.

if reader was to hit their car (mad universe btw) they’d probably just shrug and say that it’s no big deal - they’re probably swooning as they give her their number so she can “pay for the damage.” (they don’t let her).

if another driver was to hit her I can literally see the tifosi burning down houses and crashing into cars.

[ the current top3 of the mad universe: ]

mad!lewis when y/n hits his car: “who the fuck?! oh! hi y/n.” *que big smile.* “yeah yeah it’s no big deal, honestly I should’ve parked better— don’t worry about it honestly.” (and it’s the best parking you’ve ever seen.)

mad!charles when y/n hits his car: “what the fuck— oh. oh no no no! it was totally my fault that you didn’t break, I should’ve moved along or pulled aside. hahaha. i’m so stupid and I was driving SO slow.” (he was doing 90).

mad!max when y/n hits his car: “i’m so stupid, I didn’t even see what I was doing— i’m so so sorry.” and reader is literally there like “what…? dude I just hit your—“ “no, no you didn’t. I hit YOUR car because I was being too slow. no big deal.”