#max answers ☆

[overtake]

Jeddah 2024

[trans-jon-rights]

Honestly at this point I'd really like to know the fucking salary at the O.I.A.R.

Because while in Archives, it is stated at some point that there was a pay upgrade to work in the Archives, which incitated people to take the position to later be stuck unable to quit, on the Protocol side we have the O.I.A.R, which is civil service.

It doesn't pay well. Even though the Institute in TMA is technically a non-profit organisation, I'm still pretty sure any position there pays better than a civil service job. So why did Alice stay ?

She isn't stupid, and maybe has a degree -- and even if she didn't, there are still jobs that doesn't need a degree out there. And she knows that working there is dangerous, which is why she turns a blind eye and pretend not to care.

But here's the thing : many of her lines suggest that at some point she did care. She probably was exactly like Jon, looking for answers and trying to know what was behind those cases, why were there recurring names, places, everything !

But she stopped, she decided to shut it down and turn a blind eye. My question is : why ? Why not quit ? She knows it's dangerous, she knows there are things that could get her killed, so why stay when the safest option is to quit and leave it behind ? And why tell Sam to come work there ? I mean, I get that he needed help, but if I knew my job was dangerous and that my friend was overly curious, I wouldn't recommend them to come here.

So I'm really asking how my the government pays her to stay.

[formulanni]

Assorted baby Verstappens

Tags: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time

[80181880]

How to get Max Verstappen attention

[countingstars-17]

Q: "Question to Max and Charles. You had incidents with each other but you always came out debriefing and talking even more. Is that a testimony of the bond over the years of racing you've done with each other?"

Max: "I had to steer a bit left at the start. We had a little moment. I explained to Charles what happened and it would also be the debriefing. I think it's something we do naturally. We did that already from back in the day in go karting. So it's nice when you had fun race and you have some battles. There's always something to talk about."

Charles: "Yeah exactly. But I think the debriefs we had back in the day were a bit more tense!".

Max: "Just an incHident!"

Charles: "Yeah [laughs]. But now we are a bit calmer and we grew up together. I know Max very very well as a driver. [...] We had fun and we spoke about it. He explained the situation and it was fine."

[essektheylyss]

The thing about Aeor being apparently so closed off from the outside is that Avalir was basically open to the elements and had some pretty aggressive ongoing climate control, which seems way more showy. It's not that Aeor couldn't have done that, because the arcana demonstrably existed. They just didn't for some reason.

Ergo, I propose that Aeor is the Exandrian equivalent of the billionaire doomsday bunker. The arcane Titanic submersible. The Cybertruck of flying cities. If you're trying to eliminate all possible vulnerabilities in your design there is simply no amount of wizards who can replace one hardened civil engineer.

[yesloulou]

when ur murderous puppy dog of an ex-boyf defends ur honor or something

[luxmoogle]

Your drawing of Donald crying over a picture of Sora made me think of Goofy experiencing the same heartache; like, he's at home with his son Max, and things are quiet and peaceful, but every now and then when Goofy looks at Max he can't help but be reminded of Sora. Out of the blue, Goofy starts crying. Max, knowing how much his dad misses Sora, hugs Goofy and does his best to comfort him 😢

[souvenir116]

Q: Never have I ever shared a secret I wasn't supposed to share?

[dilemmaontwolegs]

This fits the Gala Max! theme and I had too. I do not apologize, pocketing your panties into Max's suit coat like in 50 shades of grey, because you and Max both know how boring these events are

The Real Prize - Panties || MV1

Pre-Gala || The Real Prize || Jealousy || Panties || Captivity || Rocky || Escaping || Thighs || Consequences || A Mile High

“How long until we can leave?” Max asked as he tried to flag down a waiter for another drink.

“There’s still a few categories left,” Geri answered before Christian added, “Including the Constructors Championship, which I expect you to join me in receiving.”

Max sighed at the thought of wasting any more of his time at the ceremony. It was sweet torture having you sitting beside him looking so beautiful, but he had to behave and keep his hands to himself before he dragged you right back to the bathroom.

“Oh, my laces are untied,” he muttered as he bent down under the tablecloth.

You froze at the warm hand that slid up your dress and you dared to glance down at Max, his smirk peeking back up at you. His hand disappeared completely and you lifted your hips at the tap he gave to the side of your ass. His smirk grew as he dragged the lace panties down your thighs and tucked them into his pocket as he sat back up.

“What is taking so long? I just want a simple drink to get through this,” Max groaned as he looked around for the waiter. “Fuck this, I’m going to the bar.”

“Don’t get lost,” Christian warned with a pointed look. “I know how you like to disappear.”

“Coming, schatje?”

You bit your lip to hide your smile and started to rise from your seat.

“Sweetie, your drink is still full,” Geri said with a wave to your wine glass. “Mine, however, is not, I’ll come keep you company, Max.”

Christian watched his wife walk off with Max, but it was Max’s shoes that caught his attention and he turned to you with narrowed eyes. “He doesn’t have any laces.”

[cyberels]

I SO DESPERATELY NEED LATER LOSER PT 2 PLS I LOVE EVERYTHING ABT IT UR SO GREAT <3

i’m gonna post part two later today !!! if not then definitely tmrw !!! 💗💗💗 thank you AHHHHHH 💗

[nurse-floyd]

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Oh Viv...this is PURE absolute filth and you are 100% to blame haha!

Warnings: pure pure smut, pegging.

Max was pissed. You could hear it in the way his voice sounded when he let his engineer know his car was actually on fire. Couldn’t miss it in the way he stomped out of the car and ripped his helmet and balaclava off and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. You wanted nothing more than to run to his side, hug him and tell him it was okay. But, he still had a job to do, a race to watch and a debrief to attend. Later that night, you’d just have to show him just how much you loved him and give him a reason not to write the whole day off as a shit show. 

“Hey Maxie,” you knew he loved it when you called him that, “come here,” you said softly as you held your arms out toward him. 

The weight was still heavy in his shoulders as he practically fell into your arms, his head resting on your shoulder. You knew Max inside and out and could see he was still beating himself up, despite it not being his fault. 

Yeah…tonight was going to be all about him. You were going to remind him of his worth, why Max Verstappen deserved to be called world champion. It was going to be a night to erase the day he’d had. 

Max dragged his feet as he moved across the hotel room and sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders sagging as he let out a long sigh. You followed him and climbed on the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest. You could feel his frustration as you gently massaged his shoulders, stroked his hair and offered him comfort. 

“You’ll get them next time,” you whispered in his ear,” that ended with you nipping at his ear. 

He leaned his head back, his eyes closed as he let out a groan. You could tell it was working, could feel him relaxing as his body sagged against your chest and you knew it was time to take things further. With your free hand, you ran it down his chest and stomach before you teased at the waistband of his jeans. It had the desired effect as you saw the bulge in his pants grow at your touch. 

“Let me take care of you tonight,” you murmured, your hot breath tickling his ears. “Just relax baby, let me take away all that frustration. Make you feel good.” 

You stood on your knees and made an attempt to unbuckle his belt, it was difficult from the angle but he gladly helped. As soon as the belt was off and the button and zipper were undone, you slipped your hands beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his hardening cock. 

Max gasped at the contact, letting out a hiss as his eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure that shot through him. You started slowly, your movements gently as you teased him, knowing exactly how to drive him crazy. 

“That’s it sweetheart,” you growled softly in his ear, “you might not have won today, but we're definitely going to make up for it tonight.” 

You could feel just how much he was enjoying it as you watched his chest rise and fall quicker as his breathing picked up. This was only the beginning though. He groaned as you released your grip on his cock and stood up from the bed. He watched as you slipped out of your own clothes, revealing the lacy lingerie set you knew he loved. Regardless of whether he won or lost you knew you’d be having sex with him that night, so you were prepared. 

“Got a surprise for you tonight, baby,” you said as you retrieved a strap-on hardness, lube and a pink dildo from your luggage. The perks of traveling on a private jet…no TSA. You strapped it on, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. The sight of you taking control with the bright pink dildo strapped around your waist had his cock twitching all over again. 

“Get undressed for me, Max. I’m going to take charge tonight. Give you just what you need,” your eyes darkened a little, you loved watching him like this, all submissive. “I’m going to fuck you Max, peg you hard and remind you just how fucking special you are.” 

Max didn’t have to be told twice. He pulled his top off, revealing his toned abs and shrugged his jeans and boxers all the way off, throwing them to the side. He was putty in your hands. 

You made a move to where he stood, completely naked and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Max’s breath caught in his throat as you joined him, straddling his waist and positioning yourself between his legs. 

“Like the view?” you teased, seeing the way he was staring at you, chest heaving as he focussed on the bright pink dildo. “You’re going to let me take care of you tonight. Take my cock like the good boy I know you are.” 

He nodded, licking his dry lips. You leaned down, capturing his lips with your own, deepening the kiss as your tongue dipped into his mouth. You gripped his hard and swollen cock and gave it a few tugs as you stroked it in time with your kisses. 

“I want you nice and hard for this, baby,” you whispered into his ear with another nip before you sat up and positioned the head of the dildo at Max’s entrance. With a gentle but firm push, you entered the tip of the dildo, pausing for a moment for him to get used to the stretch. 

“Such a good boy for me,” you groaned, as you looked at his face, wanting to savor the pure bliss of his expression. “So tight for me.” 

Slowly, you pushed in further and let him adjust to the girth a little longer before you began to slowly move your hips in a steady rhythm. Max’s eyes closed, his mouth open as he became lost in the sensation. The bliss was heightened further when you leaned down, angling the dildo just right as you kissed and nibbled at his neck. 

“You like taking my cock like that, baby?” 

“Fuck…yes,” he moaned as he moved his head back, expposing his neck for you further. 

His response only encouraged you further as you increased the pace of your thrusts, sliding the dildo in and out of his tight hole. Your hand joined in as he wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts. 

“Cum for me, baby,” you urged, “want to feel you tighten around my cock as you explode.” 

Those were all the words he needed to hear, the angle of the dildo and the strokes on his cock were enough to send him over the edge as he cried out, his body arching as the waves of pleasure washed over him and he released himself. 

He collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving as you pulled out from him. You lay down beside him, tracing patterns on his chest as he calmed down. 

“That was incredible,” Max murmured, his voice hoarse from the night's activities, “I needed that.” 

“Anything for my man,” you replied. 

As you lay side by side, Max forgot about the frustrations of the day. He knew he’d make it up next time. For now he was content to just lay with you and enjoy what the rest of the night had in store.

[rodolfoparras]

Especially bratty men who are homophoboc and misogynistic, y'know 😭🙏 giving them aa pussy as punishment is the best

-max

This is actually my guilty pleasure in fics (don’t do this in real life it can be very dangerous) but Jesus Christ thinking about the most homophobic dude bro talking shit one day, maybe in the lock room with the rest of his friends, making a whole spectacle out of the two dudes he saw kissing earlier but you see the way he shifts from one leg to another gaze wandering over to where you’re standing at and it doesn’t really take much before you have that same man bouncing on your cock but of course he won’t straight up admit he likes it- even though he’d been the one show up at your dorm surprisingly sober for once and with a hard on showing through his sweatpants, and he’s got his teeth digging into his bottom lip til he almost bleeds trying to suppress any sort of noise that might escape hell he won’t even move his hips even though he’d been the one to tell you to hurry up and your dick inside him, you’ll have to fuck him back onto your dick, every once a while he’ll lose self control let out whines and wails and you won’t waste a second asking if his pretty pussy likes that to which he’d only tell you to shut the fuck up maybe even spit on your face but hell it won’t stop him from bouncing on your dick till he finally reaches his orgasm

[moonlightmarvey]

handing you over this old madwheeler drawing from my dead hands

[faewaren]

Flint is obviously queer, but I tend to view him as bisexual -- when he first becomes entangled with Miranda, there is absolutely no reason for him to do it other than wanting to. It's an objectively bad idea. She's a married woman and he's working for her husband, and despite what Miranda had implied, he hasn't actually confirmed yet that Thomas would be okay with it. He kisses her because she's beautiful and incredibly charismatic and he wants to do it.

Thomas, I feel a little more inclined to view as gay, with his sexuality maybe a factor in his and Miranda's arrangement (wherein she can fuck other people), but he still clearly respects her and loves her dearly. She's someone who understood and supported him before essentially anyone else, and there's a huge amount of fondness in their relationship.

Thomas and his goals guide all of what Flint does later, but Miranda isn't a lesser part of the equation or a third wheel. For years before they met Flint, Miranda was Thomas's Person, and for all the years after Thomas, she's Flint's. They both truly love her. She is deeply vital to both those men and to their relationship with each other. Even if Thomas/Miranda wasn't romantic, it's clearly strong and loving, and they're both deeply important to Flint.

So I'm kind of confounded to see that Thomas/Miranda/Flint has less than half of the works on ao3 that Thomas/Flint does. Like -- why is that? It can't all be from when the fics are set. They can share him, guys.

[countingstars-17]

I: “apparently you explain things to charles a lot...”

max: "ahahahah i don't know. i like to explain stuff with my hands. you know when people ask me stuff."