Also Btw Max Did Impede George. Maybe A Grid Penalty Is A Lot But He Did Get In The Way. George Isn't

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george looks like fucking salad fingers

Text post in a group chat with the reader as a driver too? Is completely fine if you don't want to do it i simply love your work you're amazing💓💓

f1 drivers group chat [post monza gp]

★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri + redbull driver!reader

★ : warnings :: lots of leg pulling, don't read if you're too sensitive! SERIOUSLY if you believe in sending hate to writers' asks, just scroll <3

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𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐦

      𝐀𝐍 ‘𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍’ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

darkness lurks in the corridors of seoul university, and y/n has a feeling she knows how to drive four boys into their darkest corners before they have a shot at redemption. between lee heeseung, park jongseong, park sunghoon, and shim jaeyoon, each boy has someone who can save them, but it’s not that easy—it’s never that easy. righteous y/n can’t save them all herself; after all, real happy endings can’t exist if evil still does.

GENRES ▸ psychological thriller, angst, fluff, college au, girl from nowhere au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, suggestive content, depictions of violence, darker themes (varies depending on installment)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome! this is my first enhypen series featuring 02 line and heeseung. the storylines are connected in this series so it’s recommend to read in order; you don’t have to read the first three in order, but save jake’s for the end! ♡ i’ll be updating the warnings as i start writing more, so keep in mind they’re not finalized. send me an ask to be added to the tag list—you can ask to be added for all the fics or just certain ones! 

LAST UPDATED ▸ may 15th, 2021

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burnin' tire

max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, masturbation, fantasies, mad!max, post-dutch gp, mechanic!reader

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second.

second was first place for losers. that was what he had been told his entire life. second, seconde, secondo, however he could slice it, it still looked bad. so when he stomped back into the paddock with fire in his heart and a storm cloud over his head, the mechanics scattered.

they even went as far as to push you, their newest addition in front of max so they could get a head start away from mad max.

he looked down at you, something in his gaze left you a little shaky at the knees. this was your first race with the team, and you couldn't secure a win for max. it was almost embarrassing.

"i'm sorry, mister verstappen!" you pouted, "i'm really sorry! we tried to move as fast as possible, but i guess we couldn't keep up to mclaren." you worried about your job! you had just started, you were far from home and this was your dream to work for, "i'm so sorry!"

you almost had tears in your eyes, which deflated the anger from max's stance. he dropped his arms and looked at you. he replied, "there's nothing to be sorry about, it happens." as if he hadn't been on a losing streak for some time now.

your bottom lip quivered and your eyes grew watery, "this was your home race. and i'm just so sorry! i just wanted to do good, i wanted you to win!" a few tears fell and max was dumbfounded.

he was used to tearing into the mechanics and the engineers. he was used to snapping his words and letting rage consume him. instead he reached out for you, "hey, it's okay! don't cry. it's alright.'" he even wiped your tears away as your lip wobbled.

you got into his arms and gave him a bit hug. you looked at him and said, "i promise we'll win the next one! i promise!" even in those baggy coveralls you looked cute. if not beautiful.

max felt the anger disappear in his gut and he smiled at you, almost warm, "yes... yes we will." and when he patted you on the head and turned away and out of the paddock.

the other mechanics were in as much shock as you were. and while max would've loved to continue holding you, even reassuring you about the race in monza the following week. max was painfully hard from your brief interaction. it was like all the anger went to his cock and he needed to get out of there before he caused a scene.

back in the red bull motor home, max thought he was going to burst a blood vessel in his head. it was a pain to get into his jeans after he got out of his racing clothes. everything felt like a live wire, to go without masturbating for that long felt painful. especially when the source of his erection was playing in his read.

you smell like motor oil and warm vanilla, your touch was soft when you hugged him and that pretty face. even with the smear of grease on your face and the red bull cap on your head.

"mister verstappen." your voice rang in his head and he didn't even make it to the bed before his cock was in his hand. his palm covered in his spit as he sat on the couch and stroked himself still clothed.

he knew that the team had hired a new mechanic, but to see you in action made his brain feel almost rotten from the lust he felt. he barely paid attention to who was working on the car during the race but he knew you weren't working alone. and yet, you still carried all the responsibility for the team on your shoulders.

you poor thing. he continued to stroke his cock and he panted heavily at the feeling. thoughts of you were in his head as he pleasured himself. he wished you were there to do it for him. even if you wore you coveralls and covered in grease, if you were on your knees in front of him, your mouth on his cock as you pleasured him.

he wondered if you had even done that before. if you had any partners, or even one at the moment. he tried not to let the jealousy curl in his gut. he wasn't even sure, but he wouldn't have been surprised. you were beautiful, and who didn't love a gentle soul. you wanted max to win and max in turn felt towards you that he felt towards no other mechanic. he wanted you to work on his car, but also taking you out to dinner. to show you the finer things in life.

he wondered what colour panties you wore, and what cut. he knew you weren't wearing a thong, no when you were lifting heavy tires all day. he imagined something red, maybe a boy short. something that moved with the curves of your hips and thighs. he thought excited him, it really turned him on. made his face as red as he hoped that your panties would be.

how they'd curve to your ass, when you ran around the pit stop. how you would lift tools around. the strength to you. max liked models, but there was something about you the captivated him. and you didn't even know. you were just a humble mechanic, and you drove max wild.

he continued to stroke his cock heavily. he panted heavily as he felt his dark t-shirt cling to his back. his pace was quick up against his cock, he even spat on his hand once more to just to get the right friction. it was a head rush. he was not immune to masturbation, max did it almost daily if he had the time.

but to picture you in your bra and panties made him excited. hungry like a dog as he fucked his hand. he wished it was your pussy. he wished that he could bully the tip of his cock against you. he wished he could bend you in half and fuck you with a vigor that there were no other words for.

he wondered if you were loud, if he'd have to silence you with your panties. if he's have to cover your mouth or gag you, or would you just burst into tears like you did in the garage. the wet eyes,staring at him, promising that you'd do better next time. it made max want to fuck you even more. he wanted you every way he could have you.

"shit." he groaned through grit teeth as he continued to stroke his cock. he could feel his heart beat in his ears as he continued to masturbate. you were just a little thing, even with your skills as a mechanic, you were still so small. max felt he need to protect you.

he wanted to make sure you needed for nothing. he wondered if you'd have him as your lover. as your partner. the thought made him shudder as he continued to stroke his cock. he felt the head rush it all, he panted heavily as he stroked his cock.

his pace continued and he let himself get lost in the feeling. when it got overwhelming, he finished all over himself. your words rang in his mind, the promises you made. next time will be better. he'd win next time! and as cum dribbled all over his hand, he panted heavily with the head rush. he panted heavily and felt a shudder through climax. he wondered if you were touching yourself tonight, which made his cock twitch in his hand.

he was covered in cum at the waist and he felt hot all over. he rubbed his face with his free hand and for a moment felt in the post-orgasm shame. but it didn't last long.

with the after shivers of euphoria, he knew he had to do something. he couldn't be jerking off in private anytime he saw you. max was a man of action so after he cleaned himself off, he texted horner,

"i was wondering if i could properly meet with our new mechanic, show her the ropes. i think things will be promising with her." he tried to sound as professional as possible, but as thoughts of your watery eyes filled his mind. he knew he'd have to get himself off again soon. <3

Jajajaja

Hi hazel~ what do you think draws you to diluc?💕

*cracks knuckles* let me lists the ways

He is intelligent - this man is smart. He understands how to run an entire company by the time he was 18 and had no issues picking it up again when he returned. He uses his intelligence tactfully and consistently to get what he needs done

He is competent - omg he is so competent. He's skilled at many things (do you know how hard it is to distill alcohol and ferment wine), he can handle himself in a fight and in a debate and knows what cards to play at the right time

He can protect you - if you don't believe for a second that he would barge out in the middle of a fight to save your life, that he wouldn't shield you with his claymore and then lift you to your feet with an offering of his hand - protect meeee (ʃƪ＾3＾）

He is kind - he might be reserved and distant, but he cares deeply for others and the city he swore to protect (I like to believe he does it to keep his promise to his father) - the fact that he can still care with a heart so guarded, that kindness is innate and cultivated by love

He is shy and sensative - I cannot get over shy men. It's not even that he lacks confidence, he just radiates 'im not good at talking to people I like' and that is adorable to me (to see him blush because of ME would make me feel worthy) - he talks when he needs to and I 100% believe we could sit in the same room together, say nothing, but feel completely content

His style is incredible - look at the way he dresses! He's suave and proper and FFFFF if ties don't do something incredible to me (and his gloves I just hnnng)

His eyes make me swoon - I melt when he's got his angy face on because I know the smile to follow will cure sadness - he is always observing (please sir observe me)

There are many reasons why someone is drawn to another and what draws me in is who they are at their core. An attractive person is only attractive, what makes them stunning is who they really are (their character) and Diluc's character is everything to me. He is a gentleman arisen from the ashes, he is the new day, he is dawn himself.

girl😭😭😭😭

so you're telling me this kid is managed by fernando, won his f3 rookie season, is on his way to win his f2 one as we speak, looks up to ayrton and max for their aggression and hard racing and is freed of mclaren's clutches before even stepping foot on the grid? i cannot wait to witness the horrors he is about to unleash upon us. he is essentially a sky sports f1 sleep paralysis demon that was created in a lab