George Russel X Reader - Blog Posts

Formula 1

• Max Verstappen

• Charles Leclerc

• Lando Norris

• Daniel Ricciardo

• Carlos Sainz

• Oscar Piastri

• Nico Rosberg

• Jules Bianchi

• Oliver Bearman

• Logan Sargeant

• George Russel

• Lewis Hamilton

• Yuki Tsunoda

• Pierre Gasly

Twilight

• Bella's Lullaby

Harry Styles

• Grapejuice

• Woman

• Music For A Sushi Restaurant

• Cinema

• Daylight

• TPWK

Aesthetic

• Pink

• Brown

• Green

• Green 2.0

Stranger Things

• Eddie Munson

• Jonathan Byers

i accept requests!

i write about:

lando norris

oscar piastri

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

max verstappen

kimi antonelli

ollie bearman

george russell

genres i write about:

smut

fluff

angst

smau

forgot to say that i accept requests!

i write about:

lando norris

oscar piastri

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

max verstappen

kimi antonelli

ollie bearman

george russel

lewis hamilton

genres i write about:

smut

fluff

angst

smau

Formula 1 grid x Reader

Platonic!F1grid x Reader

So I’ve had this idea for quite some time, I’m new to all of this so bare with me (I’m still practicing)

These fake chats are actual conversations I’ve had with my friends (slightly altered to fit better)

So please enjoy 😅

The speeding cam pt.1

Nerd shit

The Speeding cam pt.2

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅ F1 GRID TEXTS / CHATS

take a look at the tags to see who’s featured !

✩ grid x manager!reader

✩ grid x brother’s best friend!reader

✩ exes to lovers texts

✩ they get jealous

✩ calling them a good boy

✩ giving them the silent treatment

✩ break up texts

they text you after the breakup

✩ sending suggestive texts to the wrong driver

✩ they find out you cried

✩ they notice you hid being sick

[ feat. franco colapinto instead of logan sergeant ↓ ]

✩ friends with benefits with f1 drivers

✩ when they steal your panties

✩ when they cheat on you

you move on after they cheat

BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST

౨ৎ MAXIVSTAPPEN’S 1K EVENT ౨ৎ

1K EVENT :: FICS ‧ ˚. requests closed ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

-> [ angst / hurt & comfort / fluff / smut ]

🎧 — send me a song or certain lyrics of a song with a driver and i’ll write either a completely written fic, a smau or a drabble — or whatever you’d prefer — based on the music you requested. you can also request multiple songs or lyrics of different songs and i’ll combine them into one fic

💿 — send me a driver and a number. i’ll shuffle through my playlist until i’ve reached the number you sent — and then i’ll write a fics based on that song with your driver.

📷 — send me a picture of a driver and i’ll write a small blurb or drabble based on it

-> read below the cut to see who i write for

1K EVENT :: GET TO KNOW ME ‧ ˚. asks open ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

🤍 — ask me anything! anything you’d like to know or might find interesting, go ahead and send me an ask :) wether that be about my fav driver, about other fandoms i’m in, or about my hair colour, i’ll answer :)

🎙️— send me a number of times i should shuffle through my playlist — i’ll tell you about the song and if it has any special meaning to me etc. [they usually do]

WHO I WRITE FOR :: lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , arthur leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , max verstappen , daniel ricciardo , logan sargeant , sebastian vettel , nico hülkenberg , alex albon , george russel , kimi antonelli , lance stroll , yuki tsunoda , pierre gasly , olli bearman , franco colapinto

ABOUT OTHER REQUESTS :: i will come to them at some point, but for now i’ll focus on this event! i might combine some, but in other cases, please be patient with me <3 my (still not published) short ‘n sweet series will also be paused so i can focus on this, unless of course people request fics for songs from SnS ;)

and finally . . .

THANK YOU ! ❀

this is such a huge milestone and i’m so grateful to each and everyone of you <3 your support is what keeps me motivated to write more and more and the least i can do to thank you is writing those specific requests for you. love ya and thank you !

Part 2 breaking up with f1 boyfriend? I just need like them begging to get back together but they don’t have to I just would love some closure if possible. ?!$

↺ THEY TEXT YOU AFTER THE BREAKUP ༉‧₊˚.

requested ? yes! multiple times :) hope this lives up to your imagination. part 2 of this.

[ my masterlist / recent post / requests are open ]

↺ reblogs and feedback are very very appreciated !

ok but what about ur f1 boyfriend noticing that u tried to hide from him that u cried earlier??

YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND FINDS OUT YOU CRIED ༉‧₊˚.

hurt & comfort + fluff !!

requested? yes, see above :) thank you sm for requesting! im working on getting requests done as well as a charles fic i’ve been writing for some time now, so stay tuned

[ my masterlist / recent post / requests are open ]

↺ reblogs and feedback are very very appreciated !

Part 2 breaking up with f1 boyfriend? I just need like them begging to get back together but they don’t have to I just would love some closure if possible. ?!$

↺ THEY TEXT YOU AFTER THE BREAKUP ༉‧₊˚.

requested ? yes! multiple times :) hope this lives up to your imagination. part 2 of this.

[ my masterlist / recent post / requests are open ]

↺ reblogs and feedback are very very appreciated !

I need a breakup text au 😣 pretty please 🙏🏻

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝟏 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 (over text) PART TWO IS HERE

ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

requested? Yes! See above :) lowkey angst obsessed at the moment which is also why lando‘s text is based on this fic of mine ! Currently working on part 2 of that exact fic as well as some other text requests. i hope to still be able to post regularly even if school’s getting in the way a bit

angst! ⋆ requests are open –> masterlist

a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !

you are literally the sweetest thing on the planet ❤️

politely here to request a cheeky “calling your f1 bf a good boy” text fic bc i cannot get enough of your stuff 🤭

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝟏 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘

ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

requested? Yes! See above :) requested by my one & only i hope you like it <33 cannot thank you enough😭

fluff, crack + suggestive ⋆ requests are open –> masterlist

a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !

hiiii! i absolutely love your texts. you’re truly becoming one of my favorite blogs:) can i request where they get jealous please

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 – 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

requested? yes! see above :) thank you so much for the kind words!! you guys really keep me motivated with your asks and i really cannot thank you enough <3 i hope this lives up to your imagination, love

suggestive + fluff ⋆ requests are open –> masterlist

a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑‘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒

ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

(b/n = brother’s name) fluff, crack + very slightly suggestive ⋆ requests are open

a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !

𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒

ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

suggestive, fluff + crack ⋆ requests are open

a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !

pizza order:

George Russell🩵

Sicilian Crust

alfredo sauce

pepperoni

chicken

spinach

old fashion

dessert

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian crust dating alfredo sauce sweet sex pepperoni "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want" chicken "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" old fashion drunk sex dessert yes served by George Russell

George x gf! reader

TW - unprotected sex, edging, creampie

WC 900+

Y/N POV

"Georgie, are you about ready?" I ask my boyfriend of 4 years through a slurred speech. We had gone out tonight with Lily and Alex needing a night to let loose and have some fun.

"Ya, let's go," George says while grabbing my hand to find Alex and Lily to tell them bye before heading to where our Uber was picking us up.

When we get back to our place it takes us no time to strip ourselves from our clothes and pull each other in for a headed makeout session.

"Fuck, Georgie," I moans when I feel him slip 2 fingers into my folds to find out soaked I was for him.

"Fuck, have you been thinking about this all night?" George questions with a smirk on his face making me whimper and nod.

"Yes, all night! Looked so good in your white shirt only buttoned halfway," I tell him softly while watching the smirk grow across his face. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed where he lightly tosses me on the bed before he joins me and pulls me in for another kiss while he starts to grind into my soaked core.

"Fuck George, feels so good," I moan as his hard cock continues to grind into my soaked core.

George starts trailing his kisses down my neck leaving faint live bites across my skin before he's finally where I need him.

"Shit," I moan when I feel him take a long lick at my clit. I grip into George's hair and pull him closer to my core needing more stimulation.

"Please," I whine when George starts kissing my inner thighs instead of giving me what I need. George finally brings his mouth back to my clit where he sucks on it.

"Oh! Feels so good," I moan when I feel George slip 2 fingers into my soaked core.

"Fuck, you're absolutely drenched love," George groans into my pussy sending a whole new level of vibrations deep into my core.

"Fuck, I'm getting closer," I moan out clenching around George's fingers. This has George speeding up for a few seconds and ripping his fingers out the second I'm about to start cumming.

"No, please! I was so good tonight," I whine out as George started giving soft kisses all over my inner thighs.

"You were a good girl, but I love when you beg," George teases while bringing his mouth back to my clit and slipping his fingers back into my pussy making me moan at the feeling.

"Feels so good Georgie," I moan rocking my hips slightly trying to gain more stimulation.

I was on the edge once again which has George pulling away once again.

"George! Please, feels too good to stop," I whine out humping my hips up slightly trying to gain some kind of stimulation.

"Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" George teases making me whine.

"Please, I need to cum for you George," I whine once again.

George finally fills my pussy back up with his fingers as he brings his mouth back to my clit and sucking on it.

"Fuck, thank you George," I cry out when I feel my orgasm starting to build once again.

"Fuck," I moan right as I'm about to fall over the edge only for George to move away from my pussy making me cry out.

"George I can't take it anymore. I need it so bad! It hurts so bad I need it that bad," I cry out trying my best to grind my pussy into George but he moved back too far.

"George please," I beg when I try to move my hand down to my pussy but he quickly holds it away not letting me touch myself.

"Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want," George tells me softly which instantly has me stopping my squirming and relaxing waiting for George's next actions.

"Please," I beg softly while George gets up on his knees between my thighs before slowly pushing his cock into my pussy making me moan softly at the stretch.

"Fuck, so tight," George grunts out once he's fully seated in my pussy. He gives me a few seconds to adjust to his size before he starts slowly rocking his hips into mine before he starts full on thrusting deep into my pussy making me moan loudly.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock," George moans when he's thrusting deep into me at a fast pace.

"Can I cum please," I cry out feeling myself on the edge once again.

"Cum for me love," George grunts out while bringing his free hand down to my clit and rubbing smalls circles on it throwing me over the edge almost instantly.

"Fuck," I moan rather loudly while cumming all over George. When I'm finally coming down from my high I feel George's hip shudder slightly before he shoves his cock deep into my pussy and start unleashing a massive load.

"Fuck," George grunts rocking his hips to ride his orgasm out before he slowly pulls his cock from my pussy.

George climbs out of bed and grabs a shirt from the ground to clean me up real quick before he gets back into bed and pulls me to his chest.

"Tonight was good," I tell him softly while trailing my finger softly up and down his chest.

"Yes, it was! and this was the perfect way to finish it," George replies while pulling me in a bit tighter.

Kinktober Day 8 - Face Sitting - GR63

George Russel X Plus Size! Reader

TW - Mentions of insecurity, face sitting, hand job

WC 1300+

Y/N POV

"Babe, I wanna try something," I hear George call out walking into our shared bedroom where I was currently editing some photos for his Instagram.

I close my laptop before turning my full attention to my boyfriend of three years to see him crawling on the bed toward me where he sits down so we're face to face.

"What is it?" I ask softly when I see the hint of mischief in his eyes making me slightly nervous.

"Okay, just hear me out... Sit on my face," George says making me choke on my spit in shock.

"Wha- why?" I nervously start asking. The second I heard the idea I got nervous and started thinking of all the worst possibilities.

"I've been wanting to do it with you for a while but every time I pull you on my lap to ride me you tense up and don't look comfortable but I really do want to do this," George explains softly.

"George, I get nervous riding you, how do you think I'm gonna climb on your face?" I question him with a bewildered expression.

"Baby, we've been together for years. We've had plenty of sex, and you ride me like you were made for my cock, I will never understand why you still get nervous to do it," George tells me softly.

"Georgie, you know exactly why," I softly remind him which only makes him roll his eyes at me. It wasn't done in a mean way just to show his annoyance at the situation. It was something he had never once cared about and he was the reason I was finally able to be comfortable in my own skin and enjoy sex for the first time in my life however the insecurities are still there.

"Have I done something or not done something to make you not fully comfortable with me," George asks softly.

"No, it's just scary. You're the reason I can even enjoy sex because you put in the time to make sure I knew I was beautiful and that you had no issue with the rolls I carried around," I tell him softly which makes him smile.

"Okay, how about this. We don't have to do it today but can it be something we try in the future?" George reasons with me which makes me smile. While I knew George came in here to get me to sit on his face right away he knew we both would only enjoy it if I was fully comfortable.

"Yeah, I would like that," I tell him softly which makes him smile at me.

"Good," George says smiling up at me. I lean forward to capture his lips in mine.

A couple weeks have passed since our conversation about me riding George's face and while he had never once asked again it was all I could think about. While the idea of it still made me nervous I couldn't lie and say it didn't turn me on.

"Georgie, where are you?" I ask walking through our apartment and trying to locate my boyfriend.

"In here, love," George calls out from our room. When I find him I can see that he's trying to read the data from the last race.

"Are you busy?" I ask softly clearly showing how nervous I am.

"Never for you. What's wrong?" George asks while I start approaching him. I instantly climb into his lap trying to gain as much confidence as possible.

"I wanna try it," I tell him which only makes him look at me slightly confused.

"What?" George finally questions when he can't figure it out himself.

"Uh- um, the thing you wanted to try a few weeks ago," I reply back softly embarrassed that I was too nervous to say what it was. "Only if you still want to," I quickly added.

"You wanna sit on my face," George asks with a cocky smirk written all over his face instantly turning me on.

"Please," I ask softly. I feel George take my face in his hand and pull me down for a kiss.

What started as an innocent kiss quickly turned into a heavy make-out session, that ended with both of us stripped down and George laying down in the middle of the bed. I can see how hard he already his which makes me clinch my thighs together to try and get some friction.

"Come here, we'll start slow," George calls me over which has me climbing into the bed towards his face.

"Which direction do you wanna face, love?" George asks me making me think slightly before I tell him pointing towards the foot of the bed "I wanna face that way." I knew I wanted to be able to play with George's cock and I wasn't gonna wait until after he was done eating.

I hesitated a few seconds longer before I finally got the courage to climb on top. With my knees on either side of George's face and my pussy hovering at least a foot above his head I feel George's arms wrap around my thighs slowly guiding me down.

When I get close enough for George to finally reach up and take a taste for himself I gasp before trying to pull myself back up and away from his mouth, but with George being stronger it just had him pulling me down even more so he no longer had to strain his neck to reach.

George instantly gets into action licking from my hole to my throbbing clit making sure to pay extra attention to it.

"Oh, Georgie so good," I moan out slightly starting to grind on his face. I was still not putting my entire weight on George and he could tell but he wasn't going to push me to do something I wasn't comfortable with.

Once I get used to the new sensations I lean down slightly to find just how hard George is. When I finally reach for George's cock I can feel him hiss into my pussy making me gasp at the vibrations of it.

When I try to slide down just slightly to be able to pull George into my mouth he takes me by my hips and pulls me back too him.

"Stop, I want you ON my face," George says making sure to emphasize the word "on." I relax back just enough so I can still reach George with my mouth.

I guess my angle was still not good enough cause he finally grabs my hips again and dragging me back to make sure my pussy was seated directly over his mouth. Once George is satisfied I realized I was just going to have to pump his dick with my hand.

"So good," I gasp to George which just spurs his actions on making him double down and speed him.

I can tell that George was starting to get close already which makes him speedy up slightly wanting to watch him cum.

"Fuck," I hear George moan into my pussy sending a new wave of pleasure up my spine bringing me to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," I moan right before falling over the edge and start cumming all over his face.

As I'm coming down from my orgasm George starts cumming all over my hand with a loud moan sending me into another little orgasm from his mouth.

Once I've fully cum down from my orgasm I slowly climb off of George and look at him to see him in a blissed out.

"You okay?" I ask softly worried I might have sat on him a little too hard.

"Better than okay," he says with a smile while I walk to the bathroom While I'm washing my hands George comes into the bathroom to pull me into his chest allowing us to make eye contact through the mirror.

"Thank you," George tells me with a smile.

"I enjoyed it," I reply with a smile making George laugh a little and tell me he knew I would. Which has me gasping in mock surprise and flinging some of the water on my hands at George.

That would be me. I love them all and I would steal all of them from their boyfriends.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ chivalry isn’t dead! [wag edition!]

hey, it’s not like you wanted these girls to end up in these situations, you just happened to be there!

content warning; again, not much, you’re hella cool here though 🫡.

summary; ferrari reserve driver y/n strikes again with her chivalrous ways but with a lil’ twist! featuring the wags!

here’s part one, lovers!

It all started innocently enough—or so you’d claim if anyone ever asked.

You weren’t out here trying to put the grid to shame or steal anyone’s thunder. But when you saw that the boyfriends of the WAGs couldn’t be bothered to step up, you figured someone had to. And hey, if that someone happened to be you? So be it.

The first incident happened during the Monaco GP.

You were at a post-qualifying dinner, mingling with drivers and their partners. Kika, Pierre girlfriend, was struggling to take a picture of the group because Pierre, like the rest of the boys, was too busy comparing lap times. You noticed her dilemma and quickly stepped in.

“Want me to take it?” you asked, smiling.

“Oh, that’d be amazing, thank you!” Kika handed you her phone, and you crouched to find the best angle.

“Alright, everyone, squeeze in! And Pierre, stop pretending you’re taller than Lando,” you teased, earning laughs all around. After a few shots, Kika peeked over your shoulder and beamed.

“These are perfect! You’re a pro at this.”

“Just call me Ferrari’s unofficial photographer,” you joked, handing her phone back.

—

The second moment was a bit more… dramatic.

You were at Silverstone, where Alexandra,, Charles’ girlfriend, accidentally spilled her drink on her white pants during a VIP meet-and-greet. Charles was off giving interviews, and Alexandra looked mortified, dabbing at the stain with a napkin.

Without a word, you grabbed your Ferrari jacket from your chair and draped it over her waist.

“There. Crisis averted.”

Alexandra looked at you with wide eyes. “You didn’t have to—”

“It’s just a jacket,” you said with a shrug. “Besides, it suits you better.”

The press caught a picture of the moment, and the internet had a field day. #MsStealYourGirl started trending on Twitter, much to Charles’ amusement.

—

Things escalated in Austin.

Carmen, George’s girlfriend, was trying to find her way back to the paddock after wandering into the crowded fan zone. George was on track, and Carmen looked visibly flustered.

You were passing by when you spotted her. “Carmen, you good?”

“I think I got a little lost,” she admitted sheepishly.

Offering your arm, you grinned. “Come on, I’ll walk you back. Can’t have Mercedes losing their queen, can we?”

Fans caught the two of you walking arm-in-arm, laughing as you led her safely to the paddock. George later treated you to dinner.

—

The most talked-about moment, however, was in Abu Dhabi.

During the final afterparty of the season, you found yourself at the bar, chatting with some engineers, when you noticed Rebecca Donaldson trying to navigate the crowded dance floor in towering heels. Carlos was nowhere in sight, probably caught up in Ferrari’s celebrations.

“Careful there,” you said, steadying her when she stumbled slightly.

Rebecca smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Y/N. These shoes aren’t made for this.”

“Let me guess—Carlos picked them out?” you teased, earning a laugh.

“No, this was all me. Bad decision, though.”

“Here, take my seat. I’ll grab another,” you offered, guiding her to your spot at the bar. She gave you a look of pure gratitude.

“You’re too sweet.”

“Just doing my part,” you said with a wink.

—

By the end of the season, the WAGs were singing your praises. You’d become their unofficial knight in shining armor, the one they could count on when their boyfriends were too distracted by racing.

The drivers, meanwhile, took it all in stride—mostly.

“Alright, Y/N, enough with the heroics,” Pierre joked one day. “You’re making us look bad.”

“Maybe step up your game, Gasly,” you shot back with a smirk.

But honestly? You weren’t trying to show anyone up. You were just being you.

And if that meant stealing the hearts of every WAG on the grid? Well, you weren’t complaining.

can y’all tell i tried not to be borderline flirty? lol, you a gentleman, for real 🙂‍↔️✋🏻.

i’ve been in an insane writer’s block for the past few days, i’m rolling in bed like a maniac every other day, lol.

also, god bless women just because, the lily’s are definitely my fav wags (,,>ヮ<,,)!

anyways, pls enjoy!!

also, i have another version of this featuring y’all’s favourite, mr norris (which i contemplate to post at the moment).

We married in my head, idc | G. Russell

Summary: George and Y/n, the two people who cannot stand each other in the friend group. Usually they could avoid each other, to keep up the spirit for the others, but what would happen if they actually had to work together?

A/N: I don't what I was thinking when writing this, it's a bit ✨extra✨

The last thing Y/n wanted on this trip was to be stuck on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere, arguing with George Russell about a flat tyre. And yet, here they were.

“I swear, this is your fault,” she huffed, arms crossed as she stared at the very obviously punctured tyre. “If you weren’t driving like we were in a bloody F1 race, maybe we wouldn’t be standing in the freezing cold right now.”

George let out an exasperated laugh, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Oh, right, because I personally summoned a nail onto the road just to inconvenience you? You weren’t even in the car, Y/n.”

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t screw something up.”

Their friends, at first, ignored them. They were used to this; the constant bickering, the way George and Y/n could turn any situation into a battleground. But something about tonight, about being stranded in the cold with no immediate solution, made their patience snap.It had been this way since the day they met, and no one had any hope of it ever changing. Yet they couldn’t remove them both from the group. If one of them wasn’t there, the other one would ask about it and visa versa. 

“Well, someone needs to help with this,” one of their friends sighed, shaking their head. “George, Y/n, make yourselves useful instead of trying to kill each other with words.”

“Over my dead body,” George muttered, kicking at a stray rock.

Y/n arched a brow. “Well, go lay down and die then, because I am not gonna be told what to do, especially not by you.”

George turned his head sharply to look at her, eyes narrowing. “Is that a threat?”

“Did it sound like a compliment?” she shot back.

Their friend groaned. “Oh, for the love of…"

"Just fucking stop talking!" Another friend suddenly yelled, spinning around to glare at them. “Do you two ever shut up?”

Y/n and George both turned, momentarily stunned at the outburst. “Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes narrowing.

“No. No excuses. I am sick and tired of your ridiculous little power struggle every fucking time we go anywhere. If it’s not the seating arrangement, it’s the music. If it’s not the music, it’s the fucking tyre. We are cold, we are tired, and we are not dealing with this anymore!” Alright, their friend had to admit, this was a bit over the top, but perhaps they would learn from it.

Another friend threw their hands in the air. “Seriously! Just fuck or fight and get it over with because we are done listening to you two act like children.”

George scoffed, crossing his arms. “That’s a bit dramatic-”

“Dramatic?!” their friend all but screeched. “I will walk home before I listen to another round of your petty insults! Grow the fuck up. You are not five. Get a fucking life.”

Even the others, usually content to let things slide, muttered in agreement, frustration evident on their faces. The weight of their annoyance hung thick in the cold air, pressing down on Y/n and George like a warning.

“Now, hold the flashlight and fix the fucking tyre," their friend snapped. "George, you work with cars. Use your magic and knowledge."

Grudgingly, they complied. With identical scowls, George crouched by the wheel well while Y/n held the flashlight, though she tilted it just slightly off course, her last act of defiance.

“For fuck’s sake, hold it properly,” he snapped, shoving her hand to adjust the angle.

She yanked it back. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”

“I can’t fix the damn tyre from over there.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate.”

George clenched his jaw, inhaling sharply through his nose before he reached for the lug wrench. Y/n expected him to snap again, but instead, there was a brief pause, a fleeting shift in the air between them. His hand brushed against hers, accidental, but enough to make her breath hitch slightly. They both froze for half a second too long, a moment stretched thin between their usual hostility and something neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

And then it was gone.

George cleared his throat and went back to loosening the bolts, while Y/n, for once, didn’t have a sharp remark ready. Instead, she silently adjusted the flashlight, this time actually holding it steady.

The tyre was finally changed, and the group wasted no time piling back into the two cars. The exhaustion of the ordeal had settled in, everyone eager to get home, but the lingering tension between George and Y/n still crackled in the air.

Y/n slid into the backseat, hoping to avoid sitting anywhere near George, but fate had other plans. He climbed in beside her, their legs accidentally brushing against each other in the cramped space. She huffed but didn’t move away. He didn’t either.

The car ride was unusually quiet at first, just the low hum of the road beneath them. Their friends, too drained to deal with another round of arguing, let the silence stretch. But Y/n could feel George’s presence beside her, every breath, every shift in his posture.

As the journey continued, the temperature inside the car started to rise, but the icy tension between them remained. Every now and then, a subtle glance or the way their knees bumped would cause a ripple of something unspoken, something neither of them had the energy to acknowledge outright.

“Don’t think this means I like you,” she muttered under her breath, eyes fixed on the passing scenery.

George turned his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

One of their friends sighed loudly, rubbing their temples. “Honestly, you two are exhausting. Just admit you want to rip each other’s clothes off and be done with it.”

Y/n felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Oh, piss off.”

George, for once, had nothing to say. He just smirked, shaking his head as he leaned back against the seat. Their friends weren’t wrong, but admitting that was out of the question.

As the drive continued, exhaustion started to take over. The steady hum of the car and the warmth of the enclosed space made Y/n’s eyelids heavy. Before she could stop herself, her head lolled slightly to the side, landing against George’s shoulder. He stiffened for a moment, glancing down at her, but he didn’t move away. If anything, he shifted slightly, making it more comfortable for her.

Their friends noticed immediately, exchanging silent, amused glances in the rearview mirror. No one dared to comment, not yet. But when, minutes later, George’s head slowly tipped, resting lightly against Y/n’s, the barely contained laughter from the front seat was impossible to ignore.

“I’m taking a picture,” one of them whispered, barely holding in a chuckle.

Another smiled. “This is the best thing that’s happened all day, probably all year.”

And yet, despite the quiet teasing, neither of them stirred. Maybe, just maybe, the war between them wasn’t as real as they wanted everyone to believe.

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I can't help falling in love with you

serial killer!Max Verstappen x reader || 18+

Summary: Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans, but after your parents' death you couldn't let go of it. After moving in and meeting your new neighbor everything seemed to fall apart, but you're too oblivious to notice the obvious.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, GORE (gutting), mentions of smut, kidnapping, restraining, torture, violance, female reader, creepy/jealous/yandere Max

A/N: It's Halloween y'all! So I decided to write a Halloween horror story :)) It's the first time I wrote something like this but I feel like it's good. And I've been writing it for past 2 weeks and can't seem to finish so there will be a part 2 on Sunday 😭 + sorry for typos 😬

Wordcount: 4364

P2

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Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans. But there you were, standing in front of the small, falling appart house taking a deep breath and opening the creeking door. The noise was so loud you could bet the whole street heard it.

After one last breath you slowly walked in. The inside looked just as you remembered, but old, dirty and dusty. Family photos hanged where they always did – you were surprised your parents haven’t taken them down after you left – an old bouquet of dead flowers stood on the welcoming console – you already planned on keepping them as you loved collecting dried flowers.

Walking further in you noticed your old drawings still hanged on the fridge door – neither of them dirty or ripped – as well as all your magnets from various family trips. In the living room your baby blanket layed on the sofa.

It surprised you, everything as for right now showed that your parents never forgot about you even though you didn’t have any contact. You wondered if your room looked the same as you left it, and it did. You always thought your parents would change it into a home gym or something like that but it was left untouched, only your favourite teddy bear was missing.

Roaming the house further you’ve found it in your parents’ bedroom on the nightstand. Tears started to fill your eyes, you were so cruel for them for the past few years and they never forgot about you, even tried to have you as close as they could even though you were far, far away. Warm hands creeping around your waist shook you out of your trance.

“Hey, it’s okay...”

Your boyfriend George whispered and placed a kiss on top of your head before spinning you around and pressing against his chest into a tight hug. A few tears fell down your cheeks, wetting George’s shirt but he didn’t mind. You were greatful you had him, especially in such hard times.

After you calmed down the two of you went back downstairs to bring inside your suitcases and boxes with stuff. A young man, new neighboor, caught your eye when you left.

He was mowing the grass, or rather struggling with turning on his old lawnmower, and he noticed you too. He gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his neck while a soft blush appeared on his face. You chuckled a little and asked George to come over with you and offer help.

The man agreed with a sigh and soon you were standing in front of your neighbours house. It was way bigger and prietter than yours, which made you wonder and imagine what it looked like inside. It looked like a mansion outside so you thought it had to look so bougey inside too.

“Hi, we’re your new neighbours. Well... kind of... I lived here as a kid”

You explained quickly with a sweet smile.

“I’m Y/N and this is my boyfriend George, can we help you?”

You introduced yourself and George before offering help which the man reluctantly agreed to.

“I’m Max, nice meeting you. And I’m sorry for the problem... I really need to buy a new lawnmower but don’t really have time...”

Max sighed and smiled awkwardly at you while George tried to turn on the machine and you chatted with Max. He moved in a few years ago so he might have known your parents.

He admitted he was an owner of quite a big company, that was why he lived in such a luxury but you wondered why he opted for a small house in the suburbs instead of a flat in the middle of the town. He on the other hand, found out that you were a daughter of his late neighbours.

“They were good people”

He said, but you knew better. Max watched you closely as you talked, watched how your dimples showed when you smiled, how your ginger hair shined in the sun, how you fiddled with your fingers as if you were anxious but your demeanor said otherwise. Just in those few minutes the man was able to memorise your behaviour and ticks.

After a few tries and some digging in the engine, your boyfriend finally turned the machine on.

“There you go buddy”

He smiled kindly.

"Now excuse us, we gotta head back to unpacking”

He politely excused yourselves before leaving.

“I wish I could help but knowing my luck if I turn this shit off right now I won’t be able to turn it back on later. But! Maybe you could come over and eat supper with me and my friend? Will 6pm be okay?”

“Oh um... I-I'm not sure... We don’t want to be a burden...”

“Oh you wouldn’t, believe me. Daniel loves meeting new people and I could pay off the debt... Sooo? “

"I’ll have to ask George but I’m sure he’ll agree”

“Great! Then see ya later, good luck!”

“Good luck to you too!”

You waved goodbye before rushing off to help George with a heavy box. He insisted on carrying it in by himself, but you knew better to not let him or he’d break something, again...

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By the time the evening came you were done cleaning almost the whole house and unpacking just the most necessary things. George wasn’t keen on eating supper with the newly met neighbour and his friend but you’ve managed to convince him with a fun time afterwards. It always worked.

You changed from your house clothes to something more suitable but still comfortable for a meeting and left dragging your boyfriend behind yourself. You didn’t even manage to knock or ring the doorbell when a tall, dark haired man opened the door and let you in.

"I’m Daniel. You’re new neighbours right?”

He greeted eagerly, shaking your hands like crazy. The man was full of energy which terriffied you a little, but it quickly changed further into the night.

“Daniel don’t scare them!”

Max’s voice rumbled in the kitchen .

“Come in, don’t be scared. He’s just excited! "

Walking into the kitchen you could finally take a good look at the interior. It was just how you imagined it to. Modern with a hint of vintage, light walls, golden chandelier hanging above the glass table and fully equipped and up to date kitchen – which you could only dream about. It was beautiful.

You sat down by the table after George pulled a chair for you, as he always would. You’d never thought you’ll find yourself a true gentleman but there he was, all yours. Inhaling the scent of the dish made you remember about saturdays at home.

Your mom used to always make lasagna on saturdays, it was so delicious, you remembered it’s taste even now when you haven’t eaten it for years – and you won’t anymore. Max sitting in front of you with a huge smile made you realize the table was fully set and Daniel and George already started to eat.

“Something wrong?”

The man asked quietly to which you responded with a slight shake of your head and a smile, before trying the food. It was delicious, so delicious you couldn’t believe the blonde made it.

„Homemade or ordered? "

Asking bluntly you felt George's elbow poke your side. It wasn't really polite from you but Max didn’t care.

„Homemade. I know it tastes too good, but I tried my best and it paid off”

The man admitted. He wasn’t affected badly by your question, instead responded with a warm smile that didn’t seem to ever fall. Your honesty impressed while your beauty amazed him.

The supper was enjoyable. Daniel turned out to be a really sweet guy, just a little overjoyed, considering the fact he scared you a tad at first.

Following the meal came board games and wine, even though George wasn’t happy to compete with Max against you and Daniel, but you kind of addpoted the tall man. He was too cute to ignore, making your boyfriend hella jelous, but you were going to recompensate him that later anyway.

The two of you won every round of whatever game, which didn’t please Max. You could see it. You could see the way the vain on his forehead throbbed while he struggled with George, how his hands curled in fists every time Daniel laughed at him, but he tried not to explode as best as he could.

You felt bad for the blonde. Daniel later explained that he was a bad looser but worked on it and that such session was good for him. It made you feel relieved at least a little bit.

When the night started to fall and more and more yawns escaped your lips George decided that it was time to leave. You reluctanlty got up and gave Daniel a huge goodbye hug before shaking Max’s hand and leaving the mansion with George’s arm wrapped around your waist.

When you made it to your new bedroom – which was an old guest room – you insisted on pleasing your boyfriend just as you promised, even though he said you didn’t have to as he knew you were tired. But you were too stubborn and soon George layed underneeth you half naked as you undressed yourself, his hands roaming your body.

Sitting up the man wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer while his lips planted soft kissed along your jaw then down your torso. You couldn’t bother to close the curtains, no one could see you anyway, especially in the dim light of your small nightstand lamp.

But a feeling of someone watching you was constantly appearing in the back of your head.

After you, left also Daniel, leaving Max alone in his huge house - as always. The man didn’t feel alone in it, not anymore knowing that a beautiful and georgous woman like you lived just across the street.

Instead of cleaning the mess Max made his way upstairs to his master bedroom. Not turning on the light but instead opening the curtains letting the moonlight in, the man sat on his bed watching every your move, trying to remember every detail about your body and how it moved.

He wished he was the one laying on the bed, surveying your body, touching your soft, pale skin as you undressed, instead of your stupid boyfriend.

The blonde couldn’t believe someone like George was able to pull you, such a sweet and mesmerizing creature. Have you not noticed his humongous, terrifying eyes staring into your soul? It was quite long since someone caught Max’s eye the way you did. All of them were awlays already taken, but not for long...

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A few months passed since you moved back to your childhood house. Those few months were very calm and enjoying although you always had a feeling someone watched you. Watched your every step, every move, everything you did. Also some of your things started to disappear, or maybe it was just your amazing ability to loose them.

All the free time you had, you used to bring the building back to life. It looked way better than before. Fresh, pastel yellow paint graced the outdoors walls, pots filled with red flowers hanged from the ceiling on the porch, a white, wooden swing sat there too.

The only thing you still had to work on was the lawn, but you needed George’s help who worked longer hours than you, coming back home late in the evening, drained from life and any energy.

You told him multiple times to change the job as the money wasn’t adequate to working hours nor the amount of things he did, but he refused saying he won't be able to find a better one.

Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed the work and exhaustement, that's why he refused to leave. Him not having a job wouldn't have changed much anyway, you've earned more than him anyway and your salary alone was able to cover all the expenses.

Max saw that too. He noticed how you struggled alone with the lawn, just to quickly give up and go back inside, how you did all the chores around the house by yourself which clearly pissed you off.

He noticed that your boyfriend came back home late, not able to please your needs or at least talk with you. If it was him on George's place he wouldn’t care if he was tired or not, instead being all over you the moment he came back home, doing everything you needed him to and more, talking with you about everything and nothing.

He couldn’t let you suffer because of him. No... He had to do something about that.

One night George didn’t come back home at all, which made you worry. He could either be cheating on you or something happened, there was no other option.

To addition to your worry he didn’t answer your calls nor texted back. It was midnight when you heard a car pulling up, you shot up from the couch and run up to the window just to be disappointed immediately.

It was just Max coming back from work. It was weird though, he never came back so late. You sighed and decided to call it a day and try to contact your boyfriend the next day. But he didn’t answer then either, nor the next day.

You finally decided to go to the police station and report his missing. They took it immediately and they assured you they’d try their best to find him. But they didn’t succeed...

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That day George was back home way before you, wanting to surprise you with a dinner he was about to make, then try to clean the house as much as he could.

He walked into the house, not bothering to lock the door behind himself, then stepped into the kitchen and dropped the bags full of ingredients onto the kitchen counter.

After changing into home clothes, George started to prepare everything needed for the spaghetti, when he felt a huge pain in the back of his head and his vision went black.

The man woke up after a few hours, to the sound of classical music and sharpening knives. He tried rubbing his head, but was restrained, tied to a chair in a dark basement.

„You finally woke up Georgie”

Russell heard a voice say, but was unable to tell who the person standing in front of him was, because of the darkness. The lamp hanging above his head barely lightened him, not reaching far into the room. The man walked up to George and put his sharp knife under his chin, making him look up.

„You thought one dinner would be able to recompensate Y/N all the time she has to spent to keep the house in a good condition?... "

A sharp laugh vibrated through the room, until it suddenly stopped and the knife pressed against George's neck.

„You're funny "

The strange man stepped closer to George, the light finally hitting his face. Max smiled maniacally, he was going to have whole lotta fun...

Russell’s head hit the metal table, almost knocking him out before Max splashed cold water onto his face.

„Uh, uh, uh. No sleepin, we haven’t even started "

The man strapped him down then approached a trolley, his fingers running through the various torture tools he owned.

„What should I use first... "

Max wondered out loud while George tried to release himself, without success.

„Wha-what do you even want from me?! What have I done?! "

He screamed into the dutch'es face after he turned around, holding a pair of scissors then cutting George’s sweater in half.

„Oh you know well what you've done. If you were smart enough, you'd notice I even said it”

The man could feel Max's cold finger run down his chest to his abs. He picked back his knife and pressed it to George’s stomach, pushing it slowly in and listening how the man screamed in pain.

When the knife was deep enough, he made a sharp move, opening him up and revealing his intestinal tract.

„Looked at these beauties... "

Max peaked inside, opening the wound more and more while Russel choked on his tears. He breathed heavily, which was hard because of the toument, fear spreading through his whole body.

„Is this really... J-just about me... Not having time?... "

He managed to choke out while looking down his body, the sight made him sick. Max's fingertips were already covered in blood, from touching the intestines, his lips spread in a horrific smile, eyes shining in awe at the sight.

„I knew... I knew there was something wrong with you... You better stay... Stay away from her! "

He tried to fight, but the slightest move turned into an unbearable agony.

„Well... It's not like you’re gonna do anything about this lover boy. Not anymore at least... "

Max shrugged and flashed George his white teeth then his hand dipped inside his stomach to soon pull out the large intestine. Russell cried out in pain, closing his eyes which angried Verstappen.

Throwing the organ to the ground he opened his eyes with force. He clipped his eyelids pulling them softly out so his humongous, blue eyes could stay open the whole time and watch the terror.

„You're gonna watch how I ruin you, either you like it or not... "

The man whispered into George’s ear, his hot breath made a shiver run down his spine, their eyes locked. Max's hand traveled back to the wound, slowly creeping inside.

„I want you to say it... Say sorry for your absence... "

He whispered once again before straightening up and watching George from above. He studied his face, how his nose scrunched at the pain, eyes desperately trying to close and chest rising and falling rapidly.

He liked that sight. No. He loved it. He loved to cause him pain, thinking it was fair and well deserved. The man pulled out his small intestine, inch by inch, waiting for the apology.

„I-I'm sorry okay... I-I tried... I tried... I should have... I should have changed the fucking job god!... I fucked... I know I did... But it's not a reason to kill me you psycho!”

With one sharp pull his small intestine was out and on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, some sticking to Max's face. In that moment he looked like a true serial killer and George started to fear about you.

„That's the only thing I wanted to hear. Now... See you on the other side”

With that words Max reached for George’s heart pulling it out with one go and finally killing the man. He then stripped him off the meat and the skin from the face, hanging the later made mask obove his desk.

„Well... It surely was fun... "

„Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you... „

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It was a month since you last saw him. The first few weeks you cried yourself to sleep which hurt Max. It hurt him to look at you in that miserable state, crying over a man that didn’t even deserve you.

Weirdly, he was the only person able to fully comfort you. He invited you over for dinner or supper every day or visited you to join eating so you wouldn’t be alone, he helped you around the house – even hired a maid in the first weeks to help you.

The man was so sweet and caring, he made you forget about George by the time Christmas came. He then thought he finally had a chance with you until you appeared on his porch, holding a hand of some strange man, introducing him as your new boyfriend.

“Max, this is my new boyfriend, Sergio. Sergio, Max is my neighbour – obviously – and my close friend”

You smiled up at both men as they shook each other’s hands, Max gripping Checo’s tightly giving him a death glare. Max understood you tried to finally move on and live a normal life, but why couldn’t you move on to him?

After all those things he had done for you, all the nights he’s spent by your side, all the money he’s spent on you, you chose some stranger over him?

Blood boiled in his vains thinking about it and watched your new boyfriend hand him a Christmas gift. He accepted it only because of you, smiling sweetly when you were leaving.

‘’I don’t think he likes me...’’

Sergio whispered as you walked away but you just shook your head with a chuckle.

Checo was just as sweet as George. You tried not to compare them together but it was too hard. You've noticed they were really similar, but Checo had way more time for you than George did.

You've also noticed the change in Max's behaviour, it wasn’t anything big but after a year of your friendship you knew when something was wrong, you just couldn’t figure out what. It started when he met Sergio and from then on he was so cold towards him, not like towards George.

The vain on his forehead was about to pop every time he saw you two together, everytime you smiled because of the Mexican, every time you laughed because of him.

„Was he jealous? "

You wondered but pushed that thought aside. He couldn’t, he was your friend after all.

Sergio was a dream boyfriend, a knight on a white horse. He helped you around the house, didn’t rush your relationship letting you get used to him before doing something and most importantly he truly listened to you and didn’t ignore even the stupidest of your fears or needs, not like George.

But the dream quickly fell appart when you let down your walls and the two of you got too comfortable around each other. He moved in with you without even asking, as his landlord kicked him out.

You couldn’t understand why thought. He had a well paid job yet couldn’t affort a low budget apartment? Well, turned out he lost it some time ago and haven’t told you about it.

From that time he stayed home all the time, doing shit, occasionally leaving in the evening for a few hours. He was really stressed and frustrated, sometimes rising his voice at you when you did something wrong, but then quickly apologising and offering a massage to comfort you.

But that aslo passed rather quickly and with time his shouting became a daily thing. One day he hit you. A juicy slap across your face, leaving a red mark.

You were fighting over his shouting again but this time he didn’t hold back. That’s when you found out how he really was.

Brutal, disregarding your opinion, caring only about sex and a ‘maid’, in one word – despot. Yet he was so sweet at the beginning. You felt fooled...

You were too scared to tell anyone, so scared the man would hurt you even more and you had enough of bruises and cuts you tried so good to cover.

No one seemed to notice it, beside Max. He didn’t want to mention them though, as he figured you wouldn’t like to talk about it.

Every time he invited you over for dinner you either didn’t come because Sergio didn’t let you, or came just for a few minutes before the man burst in and dragged you back home angrily.

Max couldn’t understand why you just didn’t kick him out and leave him. Only two months after Checo started to be aggressive he disappeared. You felt so good when he didn’t come back home for a few days straight and quickly threw away all his stuff. You finally felt free...

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Kidnapping Sergio was the easiest thing ever. The man wandered through the two , eventually stopping by one if the alleys and walking in. He lit a cigarette and watched the stary sky while waiting for a dealer. Soon a car parked in front of the alley, a hooded man walked out making his way towards Checo.  

„Here” 

He handed him the money and stretched his other hand waiting for stranger to give him the drugs. The man quickly took the money then tazed Checo, getting him unconscious.  

Slowly opening his eye, Sergio grunted in pain. His body was stiff, half naked, laying on cold metal. The man looked around, the only thing he was able to see was himself, but he could hear footsteps from behind. Trying to roll his head up, he noticed his hands tied to some machine and a back of a man, quietly humming an Elvis song.  

„Well... Well... Well... Look who has finally woken up... "

The Dutch smiled from ear to ear, making his way over to Perez.  

„Verstappen?! I knew there was something wrong with you! You better let me go or-"

„Or what? "

The blonde cut in.  

„It's not like you're gonna do something about this. You can’t afterall... Besides... You deserve it” 

Max hissed turning on the machine that bit by bit started to stretch Sergio's body. The Mexican screamed, wiggling and trying to break free but was tied too hard, only giving himself more pain.  

„You son of a bitch! You're a fucking monster! "

He shouted and spat on Max's face. The Dutch frowned and only turned up the speed slightly, after wiping his face.  

„I am a monster? Maybe tell it to Y/N, after all... You were the key hurting her. Not me... Now. You better apologize” 

He hissed and increased it even more, the screams and noises of breaking bones and muscles filled his ears, they sounded like honey. But Sergio wasn’t going to apologize. Nothing was going to make him to apologize for what he'd done. He'd rather die than say it.  

„Fine... "

Max sighed unsatisfied finally raising the pace to maximum. Sergio’s body teared in half, blood splattered everywhere making the man groan in pleasure and lick the blood off his lips.  

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you? "