#max verstappen x george russell

[wisteriagoesvroom]

gax + corporate/law vibes + ‘The powerpoint was steadily taking over their relationship, something that Max was not willing to stand for.’

gax?? gax!!

power (you make some points): a gax ficlet

rated m, ~1.2k words now also readable on ao3

author babble:

bear in mind i wrote this before i knew more about the Gax Lore i.e. karting together, actually being nice to each other blablabla. you could also just retrofit the vibes and hopefully they still work. anyways!

will throw this up on ao3 when i’m not sitting bleary eyed in an airport

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If there was one thing that Max Verstappen wouldn’t tolerate, it was George Russell having the monopoly on good PowerPoint presentations. Max had won all four years of debate in College, as well as the dubious title of “most radical deployment of Google Slides templates” at his MBA, and he was not about to be usurped by the other guy in his department who actually knew how to use an animate transition.

“You missed an indent there.” Max says, pointing at the monitor. Yellow and red lights wink at them from the outside, as if to say: you’re both in your mid-twenties, quit wasting it on a computer screen at 11pm on a Wednesday, maybe?

Max is not staring, very determined not to look at his teammate’s facial expression. But George is almost certainly rolling his eyes right now.

“Was coming back to that, alright?” George huffs back. Max is very professional most of the time. But something about how wound up George is, how insanely pedantic he is about everything from semicolons to coffee cup placement for the Directors to taking insanely detailed minutes that nobody except Max reads after the meetings – well. What is it that Nietschze once said? We hate in others what we most identify with about ourselves. Or was that from Twitter? Max does not really use Twitter except to look at Bloomberg News updates and cat videos, so he does not know. And anyway Nietzsche never made a six figure salary.

“It would just be easier if you would let me do it.” Max says.

“Fuck right off, mate.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like me to.”

“Not now.”

“Just share the link to this. I’ll do it.”

“We agreed to take turns on this.”

“Yes, Russell. But sometimes, the rules are meant to be bent.”

George swivels his chair to Max, then. Fully attempts to pin him with his gaze, commencing an awkward stare-off that lasts way too many seconds and makes Max once again realise that George’s eyes remind him of the expensive fish tank he saw at the Partners’ sushi dinner once. Max doesn’t think those same fish were the ones they ended up eating. But he does remember that dinner because it was the one where the Partners had dangled the promise of a huge promotion if they could help carry the company merger across the line successfully. The problem is, there was only one spot.

George’s distracting aquatic orbitals aside, fortunately, Max (i) never backs down, and (ii) has been told that he has the dead-eyed emotional stare of a robot missing an empathy software upgrade sometimes.

And clearly, the powerpoint was steadily taking over their relationship, something that Max was not willing to stand for.

Max leans back in his chair, stance all mock-relaxed. “Do you want to be out of here before midnight, or not?”

“We’re expensing the Ubers either way, so it doesn’t make a difference to me, mate.”

Fine. If George is so hyperfocused on The Tasks that he’s forgotten the fun part of being Questionably Close Coworkers, so be it.

Max deploys the nuclear option.

He sticks his leg out, nudging the toe of his Pradas onto George’s slacks. And strokes his foot halfway up to a sensitive point on George’s thigh. Max may even flutter his lashes a little.

To his credit, George does not react. Merely swings his eyes like a lamp to Max’s face again. His hand does, however, goes still on the mouse.

“What exactly are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” Max feigns. He knows that George hates, more than anything, anyone getting dirt on his precious Ralph Laurens. But at least he has his attention now. “Was hoping we could move onto the more fun part of the typical evening activities. Maybe.”

“We shouldn’t be doing that again anyway.”

“George.”

“What?”

“That is not what you said the last, hm, fourteen times that we have done this, eh?”

“Who’s counting?”

“I thought you were the most careful of rule followers and data analysis, knapperd.”

George is a human being, but Max is almost certain the other man shakes himself like he’s preening right now.

“Well. It’s what the team likes me for, and it’s what I’ll keep doing.”

“Oh yes. Surely we must keep in mind the team. And the shareholders. They are very important.”

“Quite.”

“But should we tell them that you like it so much, George. When I do this.” Max says. Rising up, fully crowding George in, hands gripping the cool handles of the computer chair. Leaning in to nibble the side of George’s neck.

George swallows. Max watches his throat move.

Next, Max mouths the words onto the side of George’s jaw, stubble prickling his mouth. “And this.”

The click of the mouse continues steadily as Max moves his mouth to the shell of George’s ear. “And let’s not forget. This.”

Max tilts George’s face up fully, then. George’s face is flushed, eyes sparkling, all surprise at the sudden change of pace, but eager, too.

When Max seals his lips over George’s, George groans, and his hands shoot up to Max’s waist immediately. It doesn’t feel quite like winning a deal or a pitch does for Max, but the completion comes pretty damn close.

Max sweeps his tongue into George’s mouth. George opens willingly, like he always does. In the back of Max’s logical brain, a warning sign blares that the computer chair may not be able to support the weight of them both – because they spend a lot of time pretending they don’t work out together at the gym but Max knows exactly what George’s deadlift PB is and it’s pretty damn high for a scrawny looking dude.

And despite the keening protest of said chair, the two of them are both lost to it now. Max jams one knee between George’s legs, George nibbles hungrily at Max’s lower lip, Max thrusts his hips all needy, and maybe if Max is nice about it George might suck him off under the table, and–

Outlook chimes again.

“Blasted piece of shit.” George says, breaking away. His hands go still at Max’s waist. “Why we’re using G-Suite and Microsoft Office at the same time I will never know.”

George squeezes his eyes shut, as if making himself stop this is causing him physical pain. Maybe it’s that or the workflow incompatibility when George tries to move his custom Excel-Trello gantts into a third party API.

And Max won’t lie. He kind of likes it when George gets so irritated about these things. When he cares a bit too much. Because what is Max but exactly like that, too.

“Hazards of a merger, I guess. But without that, I would never have met you, no?”

George makes a noise like he knows what Max means. The other man straightens his shirt collar, and Max runs a hand through his hair. He’s been growing it out lately, because George had made a passing comment at the bathroom sink once about it looking good.

Sleeping with the person competing for the same Chief of Staff position is possibly the worst decision he could’ve made, and Max once dyed his hair platinum blonde. But, they’re stuck here together. Hell is a slightly more tolerable place when Satan’s right hand man looks this good. And knows his coffee order without asking.

Besides. Max is not bothered. He knows that the promotion is his. This is just a minor plot inconvenience.

Later, they will expense the uber back to George’s place, where Max will put his mouth on George’s arse, and give him a practical demonstration of the three different ways he’s learned to elicit pleasure from the male prostate.

George will whimper and whine the whole way through it, and after they’re both sated, they’ll both roll over to check their emails, barely concealing their smiles. They will pretend that what’s happening between them could be as clean as their zero-email inboxes. As if their connection is not violently seeping through containment.

All in the name of team bonding. For the firm. Yes.

(Or this is what they tell themselves, to maintain the illusion, anyway.)

[beabnormal24]

June is the coldest month of the year - Gax, E

“Just don’t be a stranger, yeah?” It doesn’t sound as empty as George would’ve expected.

Max disappears in Monaco’s breeze with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket and his head turned to the side to look at the coast following him, or it’s him who follows the coast. It’s not that simple to guess when George feels the way he does about him.

He stares at the broad expanse of his back until he’s nothing more than a distant figure just like any other person around and he can pretend that he’s no one in the middle of the world.

The blessing of anonymity, he muses, gripping at the hems of his sleeves.

All of a sudden, his chest feels quiet.

You can find my new fic on ao3.

Beta read by @finnstabae !! 💕

[andcars]

# 𝗠𝗔𝗫𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 : 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ─── SWEET AND SOUR CANDIES MASTERLIST⠀MAXTOBER⠀REQUEST ME⠀TAGLIST⠀PATREON GUIDE⠀

SOMETIMES WHEN MAX NEEDS SOMETHING and george knows it without any more prompting. sometimes, max needs to tone down his needs. george also knows how to handle it.

TAGS . . . # implied daddy issues, daddy kink, subdrop, hair pulling, praise kink, fluff, light angst, threatening with safewords, anal fingering, mention of cockwarming WORD COUNT. . . # 1.6k

────── AO3 VERSION

Most nights don’t end up like this. Max wishes that he doesn’t come to this solution. But he can’t think of anything else better than bent over George’s knee and getting his ass spanked.

He has his head buried in his arms, trying to stifle his sobs. George’s calloused hands did not relent on his bare ass. He squirmed with each hit. He kept getting pushed forward, grinding down on the bedsheets as he cried out.

“G-George…” he breathed out, his legs unstill as he tried to find a way to relieve himself.

Unfortunately, George saw his intentions. He pulled on Max’s hair, causing him to whimper at the sudden pain. “Down, Maxie,” he coos. “Be a good girl for Daddy, okay? I can’t keep seeing you act like a little whore anymore.”

Max lets out a noise he can’t even describe. He's caught surprised for a moment. While they did discuss this, he didn't know that this would be today.

Another slap comes down, pulling him out of his thoughts. "I asked you a question, Max. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

Max's breath hitches. He doesn't have the courage to actually say the words out loud. Yet he nods his head, turning a little so his voice won't be muffled. "Sorry, Daddy. Yes, I'll be a good girl."

“Good girl.”

The next slap rings in Max’s ears and sends a shiver up his spine. It hurts. He sobs as he grips on the sheets for his life. His ass stings and George doesn’t give him time to breathe. One after the other, hit after hit, he doesn’t stop.

And his praises. Fuck. He keeps praising him with such a degrading yet careful tone. As if he's punishing him for his own good like a fucking child. It's driving him mad. George practically moans above him with each slap.

“That’s right,” slap.

“Such a sweetheart for me,” slap.

“You’re gonna get rewarded for being so good,” slap! Slap!

“Gonna cum all over Daddy’s lap like my cute little girl.”

It’s too much. With each little grind on the sheets, he feels closer to cumming. His small little breaths get raspier; he’s running out of air every time George’s hands come down. He can’t take it anymore.

“Daddy,” he cries out, begging, “it hurts so much. I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” George stops, his hand caressing Max’s ass with tenderness that was masked earlier. “Tell Daddy what you’re sorry for.”

“For—” he hiccups—”for being rude to you after the race. I’m sorry, Daddy.” He starts crying, shaking in George’s lap. This feels all too familiar. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Maxie is really sorry. Please for-forgive Maxie.”

He can’t help but start wailing. The moment breaks down, George is pulling him up to sit on his lap. This treatment feels unfamiliar.

“Daddy is sorry too, Max,” George jumps his knee a little, giving Max a small rhythm as he pats his back. “Do you wanna stop? You can say your safeword if you want.”

“No!” he cries out. “No, I want m-more.”

“Are you sure?” George tries to look at him in the eye. He fails. “Max, I need you to tell me if you’re okay to continue. You know I forgave you before we even left the paddock.”

Max pulls a weak arm to wipe his tears. He’s being too dramatic. He can handle this. They’ve done this many times before and Max has never broken down to this level. He tells himself to man up as he swallows his sobs.

“I can take more, Daddy. Just… maybe Maxie can lay down..?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” With a kiss to his forehead, he pulls him to the center of the bed. The hotel sheets soft against his sore ass, caressing it gently despite the pain inflicted.

George towers over him, covering his body as he places himself between Max’s legs. The lube is now in his hands. “Daddy’s a bit tired, sweet girl. But maybe I can just use your pussy with my fingers, is that alright?”

Max nods his head, covering half of his face with his hands. 

“Answer me when I talk to you, Max.”

He gulps. “Yes, Daddy.”

George doesn’t say anything but pours a generous amount of lube directly above his ass. Max squeals as he feels the cold liquid drip down to his hole. It’s unsettling as his thighs shake from the sudden sensation.

“Stay still,” he pushes a finger in and pours more. “I want your cunt nice and loose for me. But tell me if you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, okay?”

Max nods, “Yes, Daddy.”

George leans over, pulling Max to his lap as two more enter with ease. It catches Max off guard, but it feels too good to say no to. He can't help but moan as George's fingers work him up with a gentle pace, stretching him open while praising sweet things in his ear.

"Taking it so well," he whispers, kissing his cheek and trailing down to his neck. "My good girl taking all of Daddy's fingers. Does it feel good? Does Daddy make you feel good?"

"Y—-hng… Yes, Daddy. So good. Maxie feels so—" He arches his back, pushing back against George's hand, craving more. God, he wants so much more. The feeling of being completely filled by his Daddy and getting praised like this. It's taking him out in all the best ways.

"Please don't stop," he whines, riding his fingers. "I want more. I want Daddy's cock so much."

"I'm tired, sweet girl," George says, fucking Max a bit faster as if to sate him. "I can't do it tonight. Another?"

No. Max is so close but he doesn't want to cum like this. It's not nice. It's not polite. He promised to only cum on Daddy's cock and he wants to fulfill it. "Please, Daddy! Just… I can ride you. I'll be so good. I'll be a good girl, please."

George moves away between him, and for a second Max is scared. Yet he just goes to his side to lay beside him. Another finger makes his way in. "Calm down," he says. "I'm making you feel good right now, aren't I?"

"Yes," Max pouts, his hips moving alongside the four fingers inside of him. It's not enough. "I want Daddy's cock… I want it so bad," he chokes on his own words as he sobs.

"Max," George says. Fuck, he sounds so upset. Max's movements are still. "If you don't stop whining, I'll stop."

That gets Max to shake his head furiously. "No, Maxie doesn't want."

"No? You don't want Daddy to say his safe word?" Max whines more. "Tell me, is that what my good girl wants? For Daddy to stop?"

Max doesn't know where this sudden emotional state of his came from. He's close to breaking down to tears again, but he forces it down. He needs to bury it in his heart and forget it. He can't cry again. "No…"

"'No' what, Max?"

"I don't want Daddy to stop. I'll be a good girl. I just—I just wanted Daddy to feel good too."

George lets out a little laugh. He pulls away from his body and stares into Max's eyes. He's so sweet. He's so kind to him. "My girl is so kind to me, isn't she?" Max keens. "It's okay. I promise you Daddy loves you like this. If you want, you can keep my cock inside of you as we sleep, is that alright?"

Max nods excitedly, his cock twitching at the thought of being used even as he sleeps. Maybe he can even wake up with George fucking him. "Yes, please, Daddy."

"Okay. So just take my fingers, alright? Be good and stay still for me."

"Yes! Maxie promises."

George smiles at him. He moves again so that Max can lay on top of him, putting his weight on top of him. With George's legs, he spread Max's open. It's embarrassing at first, but Max soon relaxes and enjoys the intimacy. He can feel George's heartbeat.

Resuming his pace, George puts his other hand on Max's cock. The added sensation is only driving him closer and closer to the edge. Max moans as he throws his head back. It's so nice. It's so good. He wants to move and fuck back into George's fingers, but he needs to be good.

"That's a good girl," George moans into his ear. "I wanna see your cute little cunt squirt for me. Come on, Max."

"I'm gonna…" his breath hitches, jaw dropping as the intense wave makes him clench down. "S-so good… Daddy's so—I love it so much~!"

"Yeah, you gonna cum for Daddy, Max?"

"Yes! Please, Daddy, make me cum! Maxie wants- wanna cum for you."

George pants as if he's fucking Max. It's so hot. He can feel his warm breath tickle his neck as his cock grinds against his ass. "Go on, sweet girl. Cum for me."

Max lets out a loud moan, his body trembling. "Daddy!" he screams, the pleasure overwhelming him. George holds him close, whispering words of praise and encouragement as Max rides out his orgasm. His cock squirting out spurts of cum all over his bare stomach, covering him in his own mess. His entire body shakes violently. Nothing else comes out of his mouth except for the word Daddy.

When Max calms down, the room is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing. George slowly stops stroking Max's cock. He leaves it after it's spent. "You did so well, sweet girl," he murmurs, holding him tight in his arms. Max practically melts into George's chest, feeling the safe.

He is safe. Max loves that he's safe. It makes him want to stay here forever where nothing else matters.

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[tooxmanyxships]

I’ll try and make it a little bit harder for you hahahha 😈

Gax + Taxi Cab

Oh give me the hardest pairings you want 😜

Sorry it took a while

Of all the people on the grid, of all the people in the world even, he just had to end up in a cab with George Russell.

Of course he had.

The look they gave each other when Max slid inside the first cab he saw was obvioulsy one of surprise.

Their smiles were obviously forced.

They sat in silence for the first minutes of the ride. Max wished it would stay that way for the whole ride, but of course George thought differently.

"All good, mate?"

Max didn't even look up from scrolling on his phone. "Yeah, I'm good."

Silence.

George cleared his throat almost annoyingly.

"So. I've heard you've been making fun of me quite a bit."

Max frowned a little. Had he been making fun of George?

Oh. Right.

Those silly games with redbull....

First the robot and peach emojis where he said it was George. Then the 'evening unmasks' which was completely out of left field.

He didn't even know why he did it himself.

There was just something quite entertaining about making fun of George.

"Nothing wrong with some playful fun, right?"

George stares at him, one eyebrow raised. It's kind of discomforting.

"Is it?"

Max blinks, "Is it what?"

"Playful fun."

And there it is. The moment where it's painfully clear that a lot of people understand him.

Not everyone is like Daniel.

"Yeah, of course. I mean....." Why is he even trying to explain himself? "Yeah."

George tilts his head to the side, looking like a lost puppy, but seems to be finding whatever he was looking for because he gives a small nod.

"Okay. Good."

It's awkward. It's so fucking awkward and all Max can think is 'please drive faster'. Hoping that somehow the driver might be able to read his mind.

Or catch up on the awkwardness. Maybe the driver just wants to get away too.

George certainly doesn't. He just keeps on yapping and for once Max finds himself in the spectator seat instead of being the one who's maxsplaining.

What would people call this? He tries to come up with a word that would fit but all he comes up with is 'Russelling' and that's just too lame.

He's so locked inside his head, trying to nod here and there while George is still talking that he doesn't even realize the car has stopped.

He only notices when George touches his arm and he blinks, noticing now that even the driver has turned in his seat to watch him.

"I think this is your stop."

Max can't help but blink again as he looks out of the window, staring up at the hotel.

"Oh. Yeah. Thanks man." He's grabbing for his wallet, but George stops him.

"I've got it. You can go and rest. You look tired."

Max just stares at the Brit, trying to work out if he's making fun of him. But George's smile is soft and his eyes weirdly show nothing but care and warmth.

Max is not used to this. At all.

He forces himself to put his wallet away and reaches for the door.

"Thanks. I'll uh....." He trails off, but George is already butting in.

"I'll see you at the track."

Max nods and gets out of the car. He can't help but just stand there as he cab drives away again, awkwardly raising his hand as George waves at him.

He suddenly realizes how the tension had slipped from his muscles while George had been talking away.

It had still been awkward, but not bad. Not bad at all.

He finally turns around to head inside the hotel with a small smile on his face.

Maybe sharing a cab with George wasn't the worst thing in the world after all.

[verstappen-cult]

ACCIDENTALLY SENDING HIM AN AUDIO MOANING, F1 GRID.

✶ THE GRID. max verstappen. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. lando norris. daniel ricciardo. george russell.

content warnings ✶ disclaimers. fem!reader. smau. sexting. suggestive content. attempted humor.

do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own. | © verstappen-cult, 2024.

GWEN RAMBLES — helloooo 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ what is this? you may ask yourself. well, this is just a silly little thing i wanted to try. let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more of this. i had a very fun time doing these! comments & reblog are greatly appreciated.

[cutieln4]

Pure Chaos Pt. 3 | F1 smau

f1 grid x driver!reader

summary: she can not stop posting lando memes, and the internet loves it

fc: lia block

a/n: hii guys!! i’m on holiday right now and internet is spotty so the next part might not come until a couple of weeks. thank you sm for all your feedback and support so far! it really means a lot🫶💗

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5

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series taglist: @tremendousstarlighttragedy @scenesofobx @agiscool @rxouxcesss

[csainzoperator]

boyfriend duties ☆

summary: random boyfriend texts

(f1 drivers x fem!reader)

trigger warnings: nicknames, suggestive, extremely flirty, curse words (lots of them..sorry i cant last long without using one), thats it i guess (?)

an: enjoy babies, just a lil something for now. i'm working on your requests! luv you my lil freaks

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

lando, oscar,

end.

part 2 wil come up soon! until then, have fun reading! let me know what you wanna see next :))

[iheartmonaco]

Calling them "good boy"

🔸inc.: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel

🔸Gender Neutral reader

🔸masterlist

[f1luvrr]

texts au- send me a selfie

summary: you ask your boyfriend to send a selfie

includes: lando, carlos, daniel, max, lewis, oscar, george and charles

[maxivstappen]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto

🎙️ :: this is nasty and the guys are horny. have fun (this is really smutty pls beware)

SUGGESTIVE !! TEXT MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

taglist :: @norrisdriver <3

[maxtermind]

how about where maybe they have been gone for a week or more because of race weekends together and when they come back home, they cum really fast? maybe the reader teases them or something?😭

when your f1 boyfriend finishes before you

★ : feat :: max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton

( texts masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request )

©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

★ : a/n :: feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Kinktober masterlist

welcome to my very first kinktober! buckle up and enjoy the ride!

THE FIRST ONE IS OUT NOW!!! CHECK MY BLOG FOR IT!!!

if you want to be on my taglist please fill in the form

1st — phone sex, Lando Norris

2nd — choking, Lewis Hamilton

3rd — quickie, Toto Wolff

4th — cockwarming, Max Verstappen

5th — virginity loss, Charles Leclerc

6th — love bite/ marking/ vampire!AU, Oscar Piastri

7th — face fucking, Carlos Sainz

8th — almost getting caught/ public sex, Sebastian Vettel

9th — size difference, George Russell

10th — breeding kink, Mark Webber

11th — mutual masturbation, Jenson Button

12th — face sitting, Lewis Hamilton

13th — mommy kink, Max Verstappen

14th — wax play, Toto Wolff

15th — keeping quiet, Peter Bonnington

16th — toys, Lando Norris

17th — lingerie, Fernando Alonso

18th — role play, Sebastian Vettel

19th — 69ing, Oscar Piastri

20th — cock worship, Jenson Button

21st — stripper, Toto Wolff

22nd — hate fucking, Max Verstappen

23rd — double penetration, Lewis - Charles

24th — thigh riding, Kimi Räikkönen

25th — humiliation, Mark Webber

26th — food play, Carlos Sainz

27th — your choice, 

28th — heels, Lando Norris

29th — praise kink, Charles Leclerc

30th — blindfold, Nico Rosberg

31st — nipple play/ lactation kink, Max Verstappen

[beabnormal24]

Alright tumblr, do you want to see a little snippet of the Gax fic I’ve been working on? I’ll also explain the concept because it’s a soulmate AU based on the Twin Flames’ myth from Plato’s Symposium.

Pls I need the validation of my fellow Gax shippers 🥹

[landoughnut]

Nurse He's Out Again

♡ masterlist - request!

♡ pairing - lando norris x fem!reader (fc - brooke shields :)

♡ summary - just lando thirsting on the main and giving being a pr nightmare, also him fighting for his life in the comments

♡ warnings - horny/simp lando, crack, some fluff, some cursing, one kms mention

♡ w/c & a/n - smau | wanted to do a social media one cause i love reading them so much so here we are! i really love this actually so i hope you enjoy xoxo

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[triplefrontierbabe]

hellooo!! i wondering if you’ve ever seen that trend on tiktok where the guy is like “bitch, what’s for dinner” and the reader would be all innocent & stuff, and at the end he would apologize and tell her to never let him speak to her that way again? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (this would be through text btw lol)

Internet Trends with the Grid

summary: the guys try an internet trend on you

pairing: f! reader x Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, George Russell, Charles Leclerc

warning: language, suggestive themes, allusion to Max’s dad, you are responsible for the content you consume

a/n: I have seen this trend floating around, I did put a little twist on it.

disclaimer: while this is based off a trend, please know that anyone who ever genuinely talks to you like this, especially a romantic partner, you have no obligation to answer to them, you deserve better.

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Can you please do driver reader is literally the absolute Angel of the paddock and everyone adores her, she’s the cutest sweetest little bean that you can’t help but love, she’s a Redbull driver and Christian always fawns over her and talks about his ‘daughter’ ( it’s clear she’s the favourite ). Even the older drivers love her e.g kimi, jenson, Seb, mark. Platonic pleaseeee

Omg, that is such a sweet idea. I did the format a bit differently, hope you don't mind.

Enjoy reading and send me some requests!!!

-XoXo

The Redbull Princess

YN YLN was a known name in the motor sport world. Not only was she the youngest driver currently on the grid - only 19 years - but she is the first female to ever drive for RedBull. Not oy that, but also the only woman on the grid.

Despite having a different gender, the other drivers never treated her bad. In fact, one could say that YN got the whole "Princess Treatment" from the drivers and teams. Each driver has taken a special place in her life.

Exhibit A: The protective one

The paddock was buzzing with energy, reporters swarming like bees near the Red Bull garage. YN was prepping for her media rounds, already feeling the weight of the spotlight on her. As she stepped into the press pen, a group of journalists immediately approached, firing off questions.

"YN, how do you feel about the pressure of being the youngest driver? Do you think it affects your performance?"

Before she could answer, Max appeared out of nowhere, slipping between her and the reporters with a grin that was anything but friendly. "I think that's enough for now," Max said, his blue eyes narrowing. "She’s got a race to focus on. Back off."

The reporters, visibly intimidated by the reigning World Champion, quickly shuffled away. YN let out a breath of relief, nudging Max with her elbow.

"You know, I can handle them."

Max chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, steering her away from the crowd. "Yeah, but why would I let them bother you when I can have fun scaring them off?"

"You're impossible," she laughed. "But thanks."

Exhibit B: The gossip King

YN walked into the Ferrari garage, still buzzing from practice. She found Charles leaning against his car, drinking water. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Charlie! Did you see that move I pulled in turn 9?" she said, excitedly plopping down next to him.

Charles grinned, instantly slipping into gossip mode. "I did! Smooth as butter. But did you hear about Fernando's radio message? He was furious about the tire degradation. Drama!"

YN's eyes widened. "No way! Spill all the tea, Leclerc."

Charles leaned in, whispering. "Apparently, his engineer told him to manage his tires better, and Nando snapped, saying, ‘I am managing them!’" He mimicked Fernando’s accent, making YN burst into laughter.

Exhibit C: The helping hand

The young RedBull driver just exited her car, when she felt someone grabbing her Birking Bag. When she quickly turned her head, she was meat with the sight of Carlos not only caring her bag in his hands and her coat on his arm, but carring his own stuff as well.

"Carlito, what are you doing? You don’t have to carry all my stuff for me." she told him, after they started walking towards the entrance.

Carlos mate an irritated sound, before responding to her. "Nonsense, hermana. Your job is to win this weekend. So let me help you with all the other things, comprende?"

Before Carlos could get an answer, she threw her arms around him, whispering a small thank you in his ear.

Exhibit D: The personal chef

YN sat in the Red Bull hospitality area, poking at her plate of food with a discontented look. Yuki walked over, noticing her lack of enthusiasm.

"Not good enough for you, huh?" Yuki teased, sliding into the seat across from her.

YN scrunched up her nose. "I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t eat this."

Without missing a beat, Yuki stood up. "I’ll make you something. What do you want?"

Her eyes brightened. "Yuki, really? You don’t have to!"

He waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, you’re picky. I know that. What do you want? Miso soup? Onigiri?"

YN tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Onigiri sounds perfect."

Within minutes, Yuki was back, placing a plate of freshly made onigiri in front of her. YN took a bite and sighed contentedly. "You're the best, Yuki."

He grinned. "I know."

Exhibit E: The "annoying" prankster

YN was busy trying to make sure her helmet and gear were ready when suddenly, her entire backpack fell off the counter with a loud thud, spilling everything.

"Lando!" she yelled, spinning around, catching the British driver grinning like a mischievous child.

"What?" Lando said, feigning innocence, hands up. "It slipped."

YN gave him a look but couldn’t help the smile creeping on her face. Lando always knew how to lift her spirits, even if it was through relentless pranks.

"One day, Norris, one day!" she warned, pointing a finger at him.

"I’ll be waiting," Lando chuckled, before helping her pick up her things

Exhibit F: The shoulder to cry on

"I just can't believe it. I was so close. How did I manage to bin the car into the wall on the last corner" muttered the 19 year old. Her face pressed in Oscars neck, who was busy stroking her hair. He knew better than to interrupt her during her rant. Knowing it would help her when she got everything of her chest.

After a moment, she shakily breathed out. Oscar knew that the only thing he could do now was to let her fall apart while he would catch every piece of her.

And that's what he did. While she cried her heart out, Oscar held her close to him, rocking them slowly in a soothing matter. It felt like nothing could happen to her in Oscars arms. He would protect her from the outside world as long as she needed

Sometimes actions speak louder than words

Exhabit G: The fashionista

Lewis stood beside YN, eyeing her racing suit critically before smirking. "That’s not gonna work."

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

He pointed at her boots. "Those shoes? No way. They don’t match the rest of the suit."

YN raised an eyebrow. "I'm not trying to walk the runway, Lewis. I’m racing."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "You can do both. Come on, let’s get you a new pair of shoes. You’ll thank me later."

And true to his words, YN received a new pair of racing shoes only a few hours later. They certainly looked better than her old pair.

Exhibit H: The mother-hen

George was hovering near the buffet in the paddock, watching YN closely as she piled food onto her plate. He narrowed his eyes as she bypassed the salad section.

"YN, you need to eat more greens. And have you had any water today?" George asked, his tone dangerously close to motherly.

YN groaned. "George, I’m fine. I had water this morning."

"That’s not enough," he replied sternly, filling a glass and handing it to her. "Drink. Now."

She pouted but took the glass. "Okay, Mom."

Exhibit I: The proud dad

During a press conference, Christian Horner stood beside YN, smiling at the reporters. "You all know my daughter here is the star of the show," he said, gesturing towards YN.

YN blushed at the comment. "Christian!"

The reporters laughed, but YN knew Christian wasn’t entirely joking. He had taken her under his wing from day one, treating her like family. And she couldn’t have been more grateful.

Exhibit J: Bwoah

In a rare quiet moment, YN had somehow convinced Kimi Räikkönen — the Iceman himself — to do a TikTok trend with her. As the camera rolled, Kimi deadpanned his way through the trend, barely moving but somehow nailing it.

"Thanks for doing this, Kimi," YN said, grinning as they finished.

Kimi shrugged. "Bwoah, don’t mention it, kid. But don’t tell the other drivers that you are my favourite"

YN laughed. "Deal."