#verstappen pets

[33max]

LOOK AT THIS DIVA. one paw out. side eye. leather collar.

[formulaocean]

Actually in tears over this what do you mean GP called his dog Max after already having a photo of him in his living room and an “abstract” art piece of them. What do you mean Max was going to call Donut GP originally but changed it for Penelope and GP pouted about it. What do you mean they and their team refer to them as a marriage. What do you mean GP said it wouldn’t be fair to be a race engineer to anyone other than Max because of their bond. What do you mean Max got annoyed at GPs low rating in a video game. What do you mean

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Im not saying they look like each other’s pets but…

THEY TOTALLY LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER’S PETS RIGHT???

[blueberry-obsessed]

Pov: You're Max Verstappen, and this is the first thing you see after a long while of sim racing

[stexnem]

Charles is sooo kitty coded it’s insane

[blorbocedes]

russian grand prix 2019 drivers parade

jenson is asking who he should ask a question to first and chooses lando. lando's about to say max (as in ask max) and max goes 'norris' and pets lando's head unprompted and lando just repeats him "max...norris? 😀 why max norris?" and then max gives the most bullshit answer of all time

you can see lando's brain short-circuiting in real time as max pets them and then he's careful placing his own back and touching max's

[maxterclass]

Idk call me crazy but Max's decision to step back from certain social media activities has absolutely nothing to do with Daniel. He never tried to hide how much he dislikes media duties, especially forced ones he doesn't feel fully comfortable with, and given his status within the team it is well within his right to opt out of stuff he doesn't care for or deems unnecessary.

Not to mention how the onslaught of negativity and hate towards him over the past year must have only intensified his distaste for social media and solidified his stance about not wanting to give people who are already too parasocial for their own good more material to pull out of context, mock or use against him.

[nyree2712]

Formula 1 - Incorrect Quotes 24

Charles: I went outside today and met a guy so cute I just had to go home with him. I'm sorry Max

Max:...

Max: Where's the dog?

Charles: *Opening his jacket to reveal the puppy* ISN'T HE ADORABLE?

Max:

Max: YES HE IS

[33max]

nino is literally saying no dad no I don’t want to go for a walk let me sit next to your warm computer NO DONT YOU LIFT ME UP NO DAD I AM NOT GOING

[enjoythebutterflies21]

This is going to sound ridiculous to some people but one of my pet peeves when reading a fic is when they make Max be bad at FIFA.

Like, that man was number 21 in the whole damn world at FIFA a few years ago, he played 10+ hours of FIFA during a race weekend at the height of the 2021 title fight, Alex Albon, his former teammate, says he is so relaxed he opens FIFA packs before qualifying (gonna be honest, I don’t really know what this part means)… and you’re making him be bad at the game???

No. Fanfiction allows for certain creative choices but this is just taking it too far! /j, mostly.

Anyone understand the feeling? Have their own pet peeves to share?

[xcharlotteclaire]

Max sneaking Daniel into the COTA paddock like

[maxliamsource]

📷 kellypiquet (02.03.2025)

[mothlau]

Hi ! For the kink game, for lestappen/leztappen please : 24 and 28 thank you and have a good day 👋

soooo sorry for the wait beloveds, works been killing me dead. anyway, here's leztappen being in love and shit. pushing my any prns for max and girl penis agenda one pwp at a time!!!! (kink meme here)

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The cat ears feel heavy atop Charles’ curls, in spite of how light the material is meant to be. They’re cheap things, something she bought from a Halloween store in London as a joke, something that was meant to be worn once, and then thrown away and forgotten. Except, here she is, with the stupid cat ears on, stupider fucking tail plug buried in her ass, and the ugliest blue collar wrapped tight around her neck.

All because of a stupid fucking bet.

A bet Charles should have known better than to take part in, especially when Max had that knowing light in her eyes, a look that should have made it obvious that Charles was bound to lose. But still, she played, like the stupid goddamn fucking idiot that she was.

She bet that she would not burn their dinner, that for once in her life she could cook, not get distracted and, subsequently, turn their chicken into charcoal. But then, stupid Max Verstappen had to go and change into her stupid skin-tight shirt as soon as she got home from her workout session. And Charles was just… supposed to act normal about it? As if that’s possible when her gorgeous lover is walking around dressed like she’d just walked straight out of one of Charles’ fantasies.

So she burned the chicken. Turned it into something beyond human comprehension, so black and charred that they had to throw the pan away.

Which is why she’s here now, dressed like a cat.

A fucking cat! Her! When she obviously is a puppy, she said so countless interviews too! And Max knows it, she knows that Charles prefers to act like a dog when… when– She’s not a cat, no matter how much Max tries to convince her otherwise.

Charles huffs, fixing Max with a glare as the woman simply grins at her, perched on top of their bed, legs slightly parted so that her hard-on is obvious in her ugly gray shorts. Charles is feeling lightheaded.

“You’ll pay for this,” she settles on saying as she climbs next to her lover, taking her rightful seat in her lover’s lap. His thighs are hot and thick under Charles’ ass, underneath her soaking pussy. It’s not her fault that Max spent ages with her face between Charles’ legs, eating her cunt and ass to get her ready for their cock and the fucking plug.

She’s desperate for it.

Max simply continues to smile, as if they don’t believe a single word that Charles is saying. And they don’t, because Charles knows her lover like the back of her hand and she is well aware of how far her threats can go. Spoiler: they don’t go anywhere; absolutely useless.

“Come here, kitty,” Max urges her, hand held out, like a peace offering. If Charles could, she’d bite it off. But she doesn’t want to be punished today, the kitten play is punishment enough. “C’mon, kitten. Don’t be a bad girl now.”

Charles will bite her. Preferably starting off with her cock; maybe even her tits. She’s not picky about what part of Max she gets to chew on.

Instead, she huffs and takes the offered hand, letting her lover guide her so that she is properly seated atop her lap, the head of her cock just barely pressing against Charles. She could sit on it now, slide right down until Max is buried to the hilt in her warm, tight pussy, but she knows she can do better than that.

She can be good for her daddy, even when her daddy is being a bully and forcing her to wear the ugly cat ears.

Because she may not be a cat, but she is a good girl.

With a deep breath, Charles leans forward, placing her hands over Max's shoulders and digging her fingernails into the flesh of her neck. It's a warning. Don't push your luck, Charles thinks as she brings her lips to Max's, kissing her. Her tongue slides against the seam of Max's lips, the other woman opening her mouth with a soft moan, letting Charles take the lead.

"Kitten," Max whispers, bringing her hand up to the back of Charles' neck, pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss. "Kitten, you're so pretty, so fucking beautiful."

"Yeah?" Charles asks, grinding her pussy against the base of Max's cock, biting her lip as the movement causes the plug inside of her to move. It's uncomfortable and weird, and Charles isn't sure if she likes it. But the look on Max's face when they first slid the tail in was more than worth it.

Max nods, hands moving down to grab onto Charles' ass, squeezing it, pulling her open. "Yeah, so pretty for daddy. You're so good, kitten, such a good girl."

Charles whines, leaning her forehead against Max's, panting softly. "Please, daddy. Please, please, I need you to fuck me. Please?"

Max kisses her again, swallowing Charles' whines as she lifts her off her cock and sets her on her back. She moves in between her thighs, pushing them wide open, fingers ghosting against her soaked pussy, tracing her wetness. Charles is embarrassed to find that her tail is soaked, that she's dripping.

"Daddy," she whimpers, trying to pull her tail out, wanting the pressure of Max's cock to take its place. "Please, fuck me."

"Okay, okay, baby," Max soothes her, hand rubbing her thigh. "I'm gonna make sure it catches this time, alright?"

Charles nods, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She's been on the verge of crying ever since Max had first slid the stupid fucking plug into her ass. "Okay," she breathes, watching as her lover lines the head of his cock with her entrance, teasing her by rubbing his cock against her clit, pushing just the tip into her entrance.

It's the worst form of torture.

Max pushes her cock inside of her in one smooth thrust, making her gasp, her nails clawing at Max's arm. "Oh my god," Charles moans, trying to wrap her legs around their waist, trying to get them deeper, to feel every inch of them inside. "Max."

"Good girl, kitten," Max says, bending over her, pressing kisses along her jaw. "My perfect little kitten. Fuck, I'm gonna–"

Charles cuts her off with a kiss, licking into her mouth. "Move, please."

Max does, she pulls out of her before snapping her hips forward, her cock sinking back inside. It makes Charles dizzy. She feels like she's going to float away.Her lover keeps her pace slow, her thrusts short, making sure to brush her cock against the sweet spot inside of her. "Fuck," Max grunts, "kitten, you're so good, you're always so good for daddy. I love you."

"Love you," Charles breathes, reaching her hands up to grab onto Max's shoulders. She digs her fingernails into her skin, making her hiss and fuck into her harder. "Max, please, more."

Max, because he obviously hates his lover and wants Charles to hate them just as much, smirks at her. “Are you gonna meow for me, kitty?”

Charles doesn't even think before she leans upwards, sinking her teeth into the side of Max’s neck.

"I'm gonna come, kitten," Max tells her, her thrusts getting harder, deeper, hitting Charles just right, sending her into a frenzy.

"Yeah," Charles nods, feeling her own orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. "Yeah, come, daddy, fill me up. I want it, please."

Max moans, dropping her head onto Charles' shoulder, panting.

Charles cries out as she comes, her body tensing as her orgasm takes over her, leaving her feeling dizzy and blurry around the edges. She's gasping, her chest heaving, as Max continues to fuck her through her own orgasm, clearly uncaring that Charles’ body is shaking with each thrust.

"Stop, stop, Max, I can't," she says, slapping Max's arm. "Can't take anymore."

Max laughs, collapsing on top of her, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. "That was really good."

Charles hums, closing her eyes. She's exhausted. "Mmhm."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Charles murmurs, her head lolling to the side as she presses a kiss to Max's temple. "Yeah, just tired."

"Wanna shower, kitten?"

Charles shakes her head. "Nah. I wanna stay here. With you. Like this."

"Okay, kitten," Max smiles, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. "I love you."

"Love you more.”

They stay like that, wrapped around each other, until Charles speaks again: “And I'm burning the ears.”

Max laughs, but she doesn't argue against it.

[rickythesearenotnewinters]

God, Max's mindset has changed so much. Something about being brought up to believe he's only worth anything if he's racing and winning to finding fulfillment outside of racing and enjoying being on the track but having more than that to go home to

[maxverstappendaily]

I miss Max being active on social media

[formula-archive]

redbullracing: A new member to the family 😸😸😸

And here is Donatello (Also is the cat named after teenage mutant ninja turtles? Because I love that)