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PLEASE HE’S JUST A BABY

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high quality version of his new pfp bc i just love my pookie bear

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and why is daniel suddenly active on social media again

am i connecting nonexistent dots

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lost&found

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someone get daniel to the fort pitt tunnel, he'd love a perks of being a wallflower moment

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A journalist at Motor Sport magazine just tweeted this ?!?!?

(and look maybe he's just clickbaiting or making some sort of joke because of the padel picture buuuuuut it might be something 👀👀) (edited to add: flicking through his twitter feed he doesn't seem like the type to post clickbait or silly jokes sooooooo ..... 🤞🏻 also he seems to do a lot of reporting on endurance racing/le mans)

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find me hahah

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need to see max or daniel wearing this

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“Photo lads?” George’s tone is casual, but Oscar rolls his eyes at the obvious play happening, and here he thought their game was over.

Daniel is oblivious and enthusiastically grabs someone’s attention to take their photo.

George, not so subtly, rushes to hand over his phone. Oscar tries hard not to roll his eyes once more as he finds himself between Scotty and Daniel. He notes George’s hand resting against Daniel’s neck. At least he isn’t grabbing it possessively.

At any other time, Oscar might have called George out on his behaviour, but he’s got to take any advantage he can.

It doesn’t hurt that Daniel’s two closest friends on the grid are also Oscar’s two closest competitors, and he suspects he knows how they will react.

So Oscar smiles for the camera and lets George gleefully post the picture.

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mclaren: Just out here looking for Valtteri 👀

📸: @/danielricciardo

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lmao George Russell I was unfamiliar with your particular brand of psychological warfare

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Daniel Ricciardo playing padel with Scotty James, Oscar Piastri and George Russell in Monaco 22.06.2025

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I'm watching a spy movie so of course Daniel is at a gala trying to get some intel. He's followed his target, Max, into a room under the guise of flirting with him. He needs to stay in close range for 5 minutes to initiate a data transfer from Max's phone to his own, so that Seb can figure out what Max's boss, Marko, is up to.

Max is cute, so it's no hardship to flirt with him. Daniel already likes his squinty smile and raspy lisp.

“Transfer initiated, you need to distract him for a bit Dan.” Seb spoke in his ear. Daniel looked over at the boy that all but dragged him into this office like room and thought it was no hardship. Daniel smiled at Max before pulling him in for a kiss that Max returned eagerly.

Daniel isn't above accepting a blowjob for a data transfer. He also isn't above returning the favour when Seb mentioned that someone– potentially a guard of some kind was approaching.

Said guard turned quickly around and left the room at the sight of Max sagged against a wall looking fucked out with a man's head bobbing on his cock.

“That's one way to keep from being made.” Seb had mentioned. Daniel was too busy swallowing to respond.

After, when he'd made it out of the gala and was on his way to the meeting point, Daniel listened to Seb’s initial debrief.

“Good job with the distractions. Good work Daniel.”

“Too bad we didn't need longer for the transfer, wouldn't have minded sampling that piece for longer.”

“Don’t be greedy. I think that was more than a sample.”

“All I'm saying is, if you need me to get more Intel on Marko I'm not above using my body if my target is Max.”

“God you're horny aren't you? I can hear you waggling your brows.”

“I'm just showing my willingness to get the job done, Seb. That's all.” Daniel knew they could hear his laugh over comms.

If in two weeks Daniel happens to be at an overpriced hotel in an overpriced city where he happens upon Max again at the bar, no one bats an eyelash.

In fact, Seb closes all comms when they head up to Max's suite. As far as they care, the device in Daniel's jacket is cloning everything on Max's laptop. They don't care if Max is bouncing on Daniel's cock while it's happening.

Lewis opened comms after an hour or so, against Seb’s suggestions, to hear the obscene porn that was happening in that room. They both agreed to not communicate until Daniel did. For their sanity.