#rustappen

[chamberkat]

snakes and knives

[givemebackmypills]

[kirbyluvr63]

this came to me in a dream

[dellovestorant]

George: "i don't think [Max] saw me, but i saw him in the bar at 9 in the morning when I was leaving for the airport... He didn't see me, he was nodding away."

Max: "I was very thirsty! It was 5pm somewhere so."

George: "Yeah Max is a pro racing driver, pro FIFA player, padel player, drinker ... man of many talents."

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[554ever]

😂🤨😱

[daksverstappen]

my personal thesis

[verstthatcouldhappen]

tag yourself in all this im lando norris publicly stating that he hopes they don’t smooth things over and stay arguing because it���s amusing to watch

[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.

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . this is our last free post on maxtober. if you don't want to pay for the rest of it, it's totally fine! it would still be such a support if you go to my patreon to read more of it but if you don't want to, that's totally fine! i'm so thankful for you guys reading this. it was really fun to work with and i'm going to be focusing on requests again after my patreon fics! i love all of you guys for sticking by <3 ˎˊ˗ ᝰ. ──── 📨 @delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @tribbisweetdear @jamie2305 @yunnie-f1 @mv1simp

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[formulafuck1]

THIS PHOTO

that is all xoxo

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[othewinter]

It's hard to be Rustappen fan right now

[losvroomvroom]

WIP, toxic mercedes gax feat background max/george/toto--

George's skin feels the wrong size. He's hot and prickly all over, tense, stretched. He swipes the back of his hand over his mouth. Mistake: for a moment the only thing in his mind is Toto's musky taste. He's not looking where he's going, just putting one foot resolutely in front of the other.

A hand on his elbow. "Mate, your technique is seriously shit."

Max.

"Fuck off," says George without thinking, snapped back into his body, feeling the ache in his jaw and the soreness in his knees. He yanks his elbow out of Max's grasp. "Fuck all the way off, Max."

Max takes a few steps backwards and holds up his hands in a pretense of innocence. Hilarious. If anyone is innocent in this situation, it's George. "I was going to offer some pointers but if you're going to be sensitive about it..."

"I am not sucking your dick to get fucking pointers."

Max raises an eyebrow. "Who says you would be doing the sucking?"

That's-- that's--

George experiences a wave of revulsion so strong it almost knocks him off his feet. He's had his dick in Max's mouth before, even if Max clearly wasn't really trying at the time. Why is this different? He doesn't care to examine too closely. He needs to brush his teeth or gargle mouthwash or possibly cut out his tongue, right now.

He walks away without another word, without looking back. The itch at the back of his neck tells him that Max's eyes are on him all the same.

[seb5star]

TAKE A BITE OUT OF ME

George Russell/Max Verstappen

rated M

graphic depictions of violence

2,287 words

Post-Qatar Grand Prix 2024 | Hate Sex | Blood | Violence | Smut | Biting | Men crying | Choking | Toxic Relationship | Top George Russell | Bottom Max Verstappen | Porn with Feelings

“I fucking hate you”

“Then i guess you’re gonna hate this too” said the Brit under his breath, and with determined movement he pushed Max down a bit so their crotches would meet. He couldn’t help it, he wanted Max to suffer, wanted to take his anger out on him. To have something for himself after all. He hated how much he liked the other man like this: lips bloody red, his eyes filled with teardrops, sweating and whining under his touch. It was exhilarating to say the least and he couldn't help but to let out a deep moan as well.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62522278

[givemebackmypills]

[sanguinarytulips]

In the shadow of speed

Part 1

Advice: English is not my first language

The green light comes on and the Melbourne circuit explodes into speed. George Russell is in his Mercedes, focused, his eyes fixed on the track. His every move is precise, calculated. But what he can't control is the thought that insists on invading his mind — Max Verstappen. He always appears when he least expects it, whether in the press room or in quick conversations between practice sessions. The tension between them has never been limited to the track, but now, more than ever, the chemistry is palpable.

And in the paddock, where the drivers exchange quick glances and disguised words, Max finds him. "The race was good today, George.

It was difficult to overtake me today," he says, with a calculated smile, but with something more behind his eyes.

But what they don't know is that an observer is nearby — Lando Norris. He's not just George's friend, but also someone cunning, and something about the way they look at each other doesn't go unnoticed. "Yeah, this won't stay a secret for long," Lando thinks as he watches the silent exchange between the two. He knows that Formula 1 may be one big family, but it's also full of pitfalls.

Max and George continue to keep up appearances, but the races are starting to get even more intense. Off the track, the two try to communicate in secret, using encrypted messages and quick meetings during breaks between stages. But with each race, the furtive glances and muffled smiles seem harder to hide.

Meanwhile, the mood in the paddock is tense. Lewis Hamilton is starting to suspect something, especially since George has been acting distracted. "Is something going on, George?" Hamilton asks during practice. But, as always, George gives a vague answer and moves on, but fear is starting to grow inside him. How long can they keep this secret?

At the Chinese GP, the mood becomes unbearable. Max and George have an incident on the track — a light touch that almost takes them out of the race. But for Max, the game of control becomes a matter of honor. He knows what’s at stake, but he also knows that George won’t budge. Tensions rise when a photographer captures a unique moment between the two, off camera. The image is subtle, but the way they stand together—the look in their eyes, the expression—says it all.

Lando, who had already suspected, begins to put the pieces together. He knows that if this secret gets out, the consequences will be huge, for both George’s and Max’s careers. But he also realizes something else: maybe, deep down, he doesn’t care so much about the secret himself, as long as they don’t get destroyed by it.

The deafening roar of the Mercedes engine echoed across the Suzuka circuit. George Russell had just completed another fast lap, but his focus was elsewhere. Not on the track, not on the race—but on the furtive glance Max Verstappen had given him a few minutes earlier, as their cars passed each other on the straight. He knew what that meant. The same look they shared every time they met off the track. The look filled with secrets they still tried to keep hidden. It was a tough race. The wind was strong, the conditions were changing rapidly, and the engineers from both teams were talking frantically over their radios. But between George and Max, what mattered most at that moment was not the next challenge on the circuit. It was what would happen after the checkered flag. He thought about it throughout the race, as if it were a dangerous distraction. As if each corner was further away than it seemed, because his mind drifted away to a place it shouldn’t go. A place where he knew that, at the end of the day, Max would be there, waiting in some dark corner of the paddock, away from prying eyes. But that was dangerous. They knew that. The cameras never stopped catching their every move. After the race, while the interviews and the fans were still crowding around, George met Max on the opposite side of the pit. They were used to this game. Every gesture, every word had a hidden meaning. Max smiled lightly when he saw George, but the tension was there, like a thin line that could snap at any moment.

“I don’t know if I can take this pressure anymore,” Max whispered, a hint of frustration in his voice. “People look at us all the time, George. It’s getting harder and harder.”

George felt his heart pound, not from fear, but from the feeling that there was no going back. He knew that what they had was unique, but at the same time, the line between secret and revelation had never been thinner.

“Just one more race, Max. Just one more.”

They exchanged a silent look, understanding the unspoken words. With each step they took, their relationship deepened, but the danger also increased. The tension between them only grew, as if the secret was the fuel that fueled not only their relationship, but also the race they were running together—and the game that, in the end, could destroy them.

Hope you enjoy It, there are 5 more chapters, I accept constructive criticism.

[dellovestorant]

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[httpsserene]

LANDO’S INSTAGRAM CAPTION LMAOOOO