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Daniel Ricciardo Podium Pictures pt. 5 | DRS Academy at Buckmore Park | June 28 2025| 📸 - Ben Edwards

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Wave in Backlight - Peter Witt

German , b. 1966 -

Oil on canvas, 80 x 80 cm.

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Daniel at the DRS kart meet | 28.06.25

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Daniel Ricciardo visiting DRS series karters at Buckmore Park 28.06.25

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max in sardinia.. well hello there ?!

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Max (and his thunder thighs) in Sardinia

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SWEET (FOR ME)

Summary: Daniel sweats, and Max likes it a little too much. Rating: E Relationship: Daniel/Max Other Tags: Sweat Kink, Blowjobs, Beard Kink, Rimming

Again, a big thanks to @onboardsorasora (this would literally have stayed in the WIPs folder otherwise)

Part 1 | Part 2

Read Part 3 Here >> At AO3

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Max feels gross as he peels himself out of his race suit.

His fireproofs are clinging to him in an uncomfortable way, and he could really use a shower. He tosses his balaclava onto the chair in the corner of the room, the fabric landing in a soft lump that slides off the hard plastic chair and to the floor. He sighs, deep and frustrated, his runaway balaclava the tipping point. Max leans forward to retrieve it, fishing it out from between the chair and the wall.

"Damn, I lucked out."

Max immediately straightens up, turning to see Daniel standing just inside the door, his green hat and white t-shirt practically a beacon in the Red Bull motorhome.

"Daniel? How-"

"GP slipped me a pass." Daniel takes a step across Max's driver room, then another, until he's up in Max's personal space. Max reaches up, pulling Daniel's hat off and tangling his fingers in Daniel's curls for a moment before tracing them down his cheek, over his beard, eventually rubbing a thumb over Daniel's lower lip. "He mentioned something about-"

Max silences Daniel with a heated kiss, but then seems to come to his senses, pulling away and whispering, "We shouldn't, not here."

"Max," Daniel starts, "you've got time."

Max hesitates. Is this how Daniel had felt, that first time in the McLaren motorhome?

"I have-"

"Max."

Max quiets when Daniel gets his hands on him, and for a second he forgets every single thing he's supposed to be doing. Daniel slips searching hands into his race suit, grabbing handfuls of Max's ass and squeezing. It's to the point, and Max instantly melts under Daniel's touch – he can't believe just how much he's missed Daniel these past few months. Daniel tugs Max's sweaty fireproof top off, depositing it ungracefully on the floor before turning his focus towards Max's fireproof bottoms. Max isn't entirely sure how far they're going to get, surely someone will come looking for him. They'll get interrupted, and-

Daniel drags Max's race suit, fireproof bottoms and underwear down his legs, until they're a tangled mess around his ankles.

"Daniel," Max huffs out as he's spun around and bent over the mini fridge in the room. Daniel sinks to his knees, and Max is confused for a moment until he feels Daniel kissing up his thighs, his beard brushing up against Max's skin.

"You have to be quiet," Daniel whispers, and Max swallows thickly.

"Yes."

He can hear people outside the door, heading to other rooms, to the paddock, unaware of what's about to happen behind the door to this room. It shouldn't make things hotter, it shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, but when Daniel spreads him open and licks into his hole, Max has to bite down on his lips to keep from crying out. It's been too long since Daniel's done this, and Max thinks for a second he could do it, he could come just from Daniel's tongue in his ass, just from Daniel's beard rubbing his skin raw.

For the briefest second, he's grateful that he doesn't have to drive a car for the next three weeks.

Daniel wraps a hand around Max's cock, jerking him off slowly, dragging a thumb across the tip of Max's cock in a way that has Max panting into the top of the mini fridge. "Daniel, fuck," Max breathes out, and Daniel speeds up his hand until Max is coming, jizz splattering against the glass door of the mini fridge. Daniel leans back, and Max wants to whine – he wants Daniel's mouth back on him, wants him to fuck him with his tongue until he can't take it anymore. But then Daniel's standing, unzipping his shorts, and Max can feel his cock pressing up against him.

They can't – not here, not when they don't have lube or a condom – but then Daniel's hands are back on his ass.

He humps Max, his cock slipping over Max's spit-slick hole, and Max pushes himself up a little. Daniel bites back a groan, losing his resolve a second later. "Fuck, Max," Daniel groans, a little too loud for the space, and Max hopes no one heard him. Daniel comes, making a mess of Max's ass, and Max closes his eyes, savoring the feeling.

Daniel moves a second later, his cock slipping free, and Max is about to push himself up off the mini fridge when Daniel goes to his knees again, dragging his fingers through his jizz.

"Daniel," Max breathes out, "Daniel, please."

Max feels Daniel's thumb pressing against his hole, and his breath hitches.

"Later."

Daniel cleans Max up, tucks his cock back into his shorts, and Max gets dressed. He's almost out the door when Daniel pulls him in for a kiss, and Max melts into it.

Daniel hangs back, letting Max leave first so they're not caught, and he looks around the room, making sure it doesn't look like they were just having sex in it. His gaze lands on the mini fridge, on the jizz that's already dried on the glass door, and his lips quirk up in a smile.

He grabs his hat and heads out, not meeting Christian's gaze as he walks down the hallway, his paddock pass dangling from his middle finger.

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Daniel at the Daniel Ricciardo Series Race | June 28 2025

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SWEET (FOR ME)

Summary: Daniel sweats, and Max likes it a little too much. Rating: E Relationship: Daniel/Max Other Tags: Sweat Kink, Blowjobs, Beard Kink, Rimming

Again, a big thanks to @onboardsorasora (this would literally have stayed in the WIPs folder otherwise)

Part 1 | Part 2

Read Part 3 Here >> At AO3

or

↓ Read here under the cut ↓

Max feels gross as he peels himself out of his race suit.

His fireproofs are clinging to him in an uncomfortable way, and he could really use a shower. He tosses his balaclava onto the chair in the corner of the room, the fabric landing in a soft lump that slides off the hard plastic chair and to the floor. He sighs, deep and frustrated, his runaway balaclava the tipping point. Max leans forward to retrieve it, fishing it out from between the chair and the wall.

"Damn, I lucked out."

Max immediately straightens up, turning to see Daniel standing just inside the door, his green hat and white t-shirt practically a beacon in the Red Bull motorhome.

"Daniel? How-"

"GP slipped me a pass." Daniel takes a step across Max's driver room, then another, until he's up in Max's personal space. Max reaches up, pulling Daniel's hat off and tangling his fingers in Daniel's curls for a moment before tracing them down his cheek, over his beard, eventually rubbing a thumb over Daniel's lower lip. "He mentioned something about-"

Max silences Daniel with a heated kiss, but then seems to come to his senses, pulling away and whispering, "We shouldn't, not here."

"Max," Daniel starts, "you've got time."

Max hesitates. Is this how Daniel had felt, that first time in the McLaren motorhome?

"I have-"

"Max."

Max quiets when Daniel gets his hands on him, and for a second he forgets every single thing he's supposed to be doing. Daniel slips searching hands into his race suit, grabbing handfuls of Max's ass and squeezing. It's to the point, and Max instantly melts under Daniel's touch – he can't believe just how much he's missed Daniel these past few months. Daniel tugs Max's sweaty fireproof top off, depositing it ungracefully on the floor before turning his focus towards Max's fireproof bottoms. Max isn't entirely sure how far they're going to get, surely someone will come looking for him. They'll get interrupted, and-

Daniel drags Max's race suit, fireproof bottoms and underwear down his legs, until they're a tangled mess around his ankles.

"Daniel," Max huffs out as he's spun around and bent over the mini fridge in the room. Daniel sinks to his knees, and Max is confused for a moment until he feels Daniel kissing up his thighs, his beard brushing up against Max's skin.

"You have to be quiet," Daniel whispers, and Max swallows thickly.

"Yes."

He can hear people outside the door, heading to other rooms, to the paddock, unaware of what's about to happen behind the door to this room. It shouldn't make things hotter, it shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, but when Daniel spreads him open and licks into his hole, Max has to bite down on his lips to keep from crying out. It's been too long since Daniel's done this, and Max thinks for a second he could do it, he could come just from Daniel's tongue in his ass, just from Daniel's beard rubbing his skin raw.

For the briefest second, he's grateful that he doesn't have to drive a car for the next three weeks.

Daniel wraps a hand around Max's cock, jerking him off slowly, dragging a thumb across the tip of Max's cock in a way that has Max panting into the top of the mini fridge. "Daniel, fuck," Max breathes out, and Daniel speeds up his hand until Max is coming, jizz splattering against the glass door of the mini fridge. Daniel leans back, and Max wants to whine – he wants Daniel's mouth back on him, wants him to fuck him with his tongue until he can't take it anymore. But then Daniel's standing, unzipping his shorts, and Max can feel his cock pressing up against him.

They can't – not here, not when they don't have lube or a condom – but then Daniel's hands are back on his ass.

He humps Max, his cock slipping over Max's spit-slick hole, and Max pushes himself up a little. Daniel bites back a groan, losing his resolve a second later. "Fuck, Max," Daniel groans, a little too loud for the space, and Max hopes no one heard him. Daniel comes, making a mess of Max's ass, and Max closes his eyes, savoring the feeling.

Daniel moves a second later, his cock slipping free, and Max is about to push himself up off the mini fridge when Daniel goes to his knees again, dragging his fingers through his jizz.

"Daniel," Max breathes out, "Daniel, please."

Max feels Daniel's thumb pressing against his hole, and his breath hitches.

"Later."

Daniel cleans Max up, tucks his cock back into his shorts, and Max gets dressed. He's almost out the door when Daniel pulls him in for a kiss, and Max melts into it.

Daniel hangs back, letting Max leave first so they're not caught, and he looks around the room, making sure it doesn't look like they were just having sex in it. His gaze lands on the mini fridge, on the jizz that's already dried on the glass door, and his lips quirk up in a smile.

He grabs his hat and heads out, not meeting Christian's gaze as he walks down the hallway, his paddock pass dangling from his middle finger.

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Magnets! 🥰❤️

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the training video 👍️

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Lily being a chonk proves everything we’ve ever written. Max makes chonky babies and I think that’s glorious

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hello. today i'm offering you a 600 word snippet of a wip i'm working on. yes there are mistakes and typos. but such is life.

He doesn't want to die, he's not ready. There's still so much he hasn't done. He was planning to get more tattoos, get a new apartment, finish his recent case and get a promotion.

And he was planning to finally ask Max out. They had great chemistry ever since Daniel first came to Max’s shop with his stupid piece of shit truck. Max was funny and hot and very competent, and in the last few months, Daniel felt like they were both flirting with each other. But he was too scared to make the first step, always looking for more excuses and reasons why they wouldn't work together.

He regrets it now, as he stands on the roof of the car, lifting his phone to the sky in hopes of finding service. If Daniel was braver, smarter, he wouldn't be in this situation, he's sure of it. He would've had a new car that wouldn't break down on a deserted highway, or he would at least have Max with him, trying to light the mood with jokes and his gorgeous crinkly smile. 

“Come on!” Daniel yells, clutching his phone desperately. “Fucking work! Please!” His voice cracks, ringing loud on the empty road.

The sheer panic in his own voice makes Daniel's heartbeat pick up, almost drowning out a faint buzzing sound in his ears. 

Almost. Until Daniel realizes that the buzzing is not only becoming louder, but is coming from somewhere behind him and not inside his head.

Turning around sharpy — so fast he almost loses balance, Daniel squints at the horizon and sees a dark figure approaching rapidly. A few seconds later, Daniel can make out a few details: a man, dressed in dark clothes and helmet, driving a black motorcycle down the road towards him.

Daniel is ready to cry with how relieved he is. He won't die here.

Carefully, Daniel gets down from the roof of his truck. If he wasn't busy with trying to not fall down, he would've yelled and waved his hands around — anything to make the stranger stop and help him.

But turns out, it wouldn't be needed anyway — the biker starts to slow down as he comes closer to Daniel's car, then parks it a few meters behind him on the side of the road.

The stranger dismounts his bike — a sleek, modern model, black or maybe dark-gray. The biker matches the look, dressed in all black clothes, black gloves and boots, with a shiny black helmet on his head, a dark visor covering any facial features. The only sliver of skin Daniel can see is the stranger's neck – thick and pale, peeking out from under his half-zipped black leather jacket.

The stranger is not tall, maybe a little taller than Daniel himself, but he's definitely stockier — broad shoulders that taper off into a slimmer waist, long legs with big thighs.

And normally, Daniel would be scared to encounter a stranger in an unfamiliar deserted place, but right now he is too happy to see another person and be potentially saved after being stranded on the side of the road for a better half of an hour.

“Are you okay?” the biker asks, his voice coming out muffled through the helmet. It sounds strangely familiar, but Daniel is not in the right state of mind to dwell on it. 

“Ye— no! I'm unharmed, but my car broke down and I don't know how to fix it and there's no service to call for help and I've been here for almost an hour and you're the first person I've seen since,” Daniel rambles, gesturing around wildly. 

The biker hums. “I will try to help. Do you know why the car broke down?” he asks, passing Daniel on the way to the truck. Daniel catches a faint note of something crisp and clean — maybe a cologne or an aftershave — mixed with a musky smell of sweat and fuel.

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yall he's bald

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2025 Austrian GP ☀️🦁🎒

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baku 2017