#Maxiel

[yrkhn]

maxiel cmm

[sainzbrina55]

If it wouldnt be a nuisance would you draw maxiel??? :>>

hehe i love daniel so much, he so beautiful, they were fun to draw i might draw them again <3 hope u like ittt

max was difficult to draw tho, sorry if it doesnt look like him :c

[sentescraro]

i made this

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[slutforpringles]

daniel chatting with max and then sitting down next to george 🥲 he does have his favourites 🫶🏻(also his excited little chat with oscar was a bit cute 💝) | via

[only-bees]

SWEET (FOR ME)

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

Big thanks to @onboardsorasora for the post that reminded me that this existed in my WIPs folder

Read Part 1 Here >> On AO3

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↓ Read here under the cut ↓

Daniel's in the middle of getting out of his race suit to shower when the door to his driver room opens.

He's angry – angry at the car, angry at his engineers, angry at Zak for telling him, "Better luck next time," as he'd pushed past him on his way to the paddock.

Daniel turns, ready to cuss out whoever's intruded on him, obviously not expecting Max to be there. The words die on his lips before he can even get them out – how is Max here, in the middle of the McLaren motorhome, still in his race suit? How had he made it past everyone without being caught? Daniel's about to ask him when Max sinks to his knees in front of him, pushing his race suit down around his thighs, dragging his fireproofs and underwear with them.

Max pushes his face into Daniel's crotch, and Daniel's mouth drops open. He knows he's gross right now, he's dripping sweat all over the room, and Max is fucking nuzzling his sweat-damp pubes like it's the best thing on the planet. "Max," he whispers, "Max, let me shower, you've got an interview still, we can go back to the hotel after and-"

"No," Max says. "No," he repeats, softer this time, and he licks a messy stripe down Daniel's cock. Daniel drops a hand to Max's head, grabbing the brim of his hat and taking it off, dropping it to the floor. Max noses against him, breathing deep like he wants to commit the smell of Daniel's sweat to his memory, and Daniel pushes his fingers through Max's hair, making it stick up a little.

"Max," he says, "You have an interview to get to."

"They can wait," Max says, mouthing at Daniel's cock a second later, and god, Daniel wishes that wasn't doing it for him. Daniel thinks about Max, showing up to the interview, his lips red and swollen from his cock, if they'll ask where Max was, why he took so long. Max wraps his lips a second later, around the head of Daniel's cock, and Daniel closes his eyes.

"Fuck, Max," he breathes out as Max blows him.

He imagines Max being asked, imagines what would happen if Max smiles slyly, like a cat that got the cream, and imagines Max saying in a rough, fucked-out voice, "Well, I was just on my knees in the McLaren motorhome."

He knows it won't happen, but he does know how fast it would spread.

It would be milliseconds before the stories come out about it, about Max Verstappen, World Champion, giving head to someone who'd almost finished dead last.

But then Max is pulling off his cock, pushing his nose against Daniel's balls, and he breathes, "Come on my face." Daniel stares down at him. "Do it," Max tacks on a second later, and Daniel grabs his cock, immediately jerking off. He thinks about Max, doing his post-race interview with jizz all over his face, and he shouldn't find the idea as hot as he does, but it makes his cock hard, and that's enough for him. Max buries his face between Daniel's thighs, and then- oh.

Daniel's breath hitches. He shouldn't be turned on by this, by Max rubbing his face against his pubes, smelling him and lapping up his fucking sweat like there's nothing better.

Daniel's jizz ends up on Max's hair, his forehead, and a blob lands on his cheek when Max goes to pull back a little.

"Shit," Daniel whispers, grabbing a McLaren-branded towel and hurriedly wiping the jizz off Max's face. He's about to start cleaning it from Max's hair when Max backs away, grabbing his hat from where Daniel had dropped it.

"I'm going to be late," Max says, his voice rasping a little on his words. Daniel watches, dumbstruck, as Max stands and puts his hat on.

"Did you," Daniel starts, and Max smirks at him, unzipping his race suit. He grabs Daniel's hand, shoving it into his underwear, and Daniel suddenly feels sticky, hot jizz under his fingers. "Jesus," he breathes out. He pulls his hand out of Max's underwear, his fingers covered in Max's jizz, and Max zips his race suit back up so he can make his way to his interview.

"See you at the hotel," he says over his shoulder as he leaves, and Daniel has to sit down.

Eventually, he pulls up the live stream from the interview on his phone. If Max's voice sounds hoarse to anyone, if his lips look too red, too full, if they can smell Daniel all over him, no one says anything, and Daniel turns off the live stream, satisfied that they weren't caught.

He needs to shower.

[shuuu02]

"And I miss you, been far away for far too long"

Daniel almost cried singing far away out of the blue. How can we not have a far away edit ?

tblr only allows 500mb max per file in big 2025... apologies for the quality

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

I remembered what Max had said about his emergency contact, and I was off.

Notes: no girls or children. Well, almost no children.

Emergency contact 🚑

✨️Imagine ✨️

"My emergency contact used to be Daniel. It's probably time to replace it."

Dan can't figure out why his alarm clock is ringing. He rarely sets his alarm now, and he definitely didn't turn it on yesterday.

"What the heeell?"

Opening his eyes, he realizes two things: first, it's too dark outside for the morning, and second, it's not the alarm clock ringing.

He groans hoarsely into the pillow. The call ends and Daniel is about to fall asleep when the phone starts ringing again.

"Fuck!"

He sits down and picks up the phone. The number isn't identified, but it seems familiar, and there's a feeling inside him, as if he should definitely answer.

"elo."

"Hello, Mr. Ricciardo, this is the hospital."

Women looks up at the sound of Daniel crashing into the nurse's post.

Everything inside him stops.

It's easy to get to the hospital through the streets of Monaco. It's quick, even on foot. But Daniel is half-asleep, half-in shock, so he chooses the car. Getting lost on foot with all these stairs and elevators is easier than by car.

🚑

"Oh, Mr. Riccardo, it's been a while!"

The familiar nurse smiles sweetly. Daniel would have remembered her name if he hadn't been sleepy and shocked.

"Hello. Yes, I... You know, I have no idea what's going on right now."

She laughs quietly and opens some notes.

"No need to worry. This rookie? Kimi, he's fine. Just a broken eyebrow, no concussion. He's already got stitches. He's waiting for you."

🚑

Daniel is sitting in his car still trying to digest the information, but it just won't stick. Maybe it's because of the two teenagers in the back seat.

"So. One more time. But now slowly, in order, and just the essentials."

He looks at them in the rear-view mirror. The boys suddenly look scared. Damn.

"I'm just overwhelmed, okay? I don't quite understand what's going on. Not yet." He speaks in a softer, calmer voice.

Kimi nods, keeping her eyes on him through the mirror, and then looks out the window, as if embarrassed.

"Me and Ollie..."

"It's me."

"I know it's you, buddy." Does Oliver look pleased?

"Ollie and I decided to go for a ride on a scooter. Something went wrong..."

"I'm sorry, but the cat..."

"And I fell..."

"There was so much blood on his face, I got scared and took him to the hospital."

The boys fell silent. Dan sighed wearily and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was too old for this shit.

"Are you all right?"

"My eyebrow hurts a little, but I'm fine."

"And you, Ollie, buddy?"

"Y-yes, sir, I'm fine."

"Sir." Dan smiled. "I know I look old with my beard, but I'm 35, not 50. No need for sir, buddy, just call me Daniel."

"Yes, sir...I mean, Daniel!...Okay."

"Okay, let's get you back."

"Wait, we didn't tell you the address."

The guys seemed to calm down when they heard the sound of the engine. Damned kids, brought up on Formula 1. Oliver and Kimi were whispering in the back seat as Dan smoothly drove through the streets of Monaco, straight into a trap.

🚑

Kimi giggles at something but stops suddenly. He kicked Oliver's leg.

"Nope." Dan chuckled.

"But then where..." The question was cut off by a knock on the window.

"What the fuck!? First, you text me "What the hell, Max!?" Then you're gone for 30 minutes, don't answer your phone, and then you just text "Wait downstairs?!" What happened?"

Dan looked at Max's outfit. His casual shorts and washed-out T-shirt suggest that he dressed quickly and didn't pay much attention to matching his clothes. This is particularly evident in his different shoes.

"Remember when you got drunk with the guys at "Jimmy'z", and all of you went for a walk, and you, Maxie, hit the road sign with your face?"

Max stares at him, his face flushing red. He remembers. Not everything, but the way Dan stood over him in the hospital, wearing the same "Woke up at 3 a.m." outfit, looking upset, and worried.

"You had five stitches then," Dan continues, a small smile on his lips. "But the doctor did a great job. There's not even a scar left."

"I remember, Daniel, what are you getting at?"

"Then don't make a scene." The rear window slowly lowered.

"Andrea Kimi Antonelli!"

"Max, I'll tell them about Saint-Tropez."

"It was your fault!"

"I warned you!"

"Max said that if I couldn't reach him, I should call you."

[verstappen100]

lowdown after the 2018 Bahrain GP

[onboardsorasora]

this took me way too long to write, I'm not even sure if I like how it turned out. But its one of my more ridiculous ideas since the cotton swab drabble

1230wrds

Daniel stood in the bathroom cursing himself. His leg was propped up on the counter top, riddled in wax strips. Why the hell did he think he could jump back into waxing as if it hadn't been over four years since he last ripped hair off his body.

He was an idiot. Instead of starting small with 1 strip, he got cocky. And now he's screaming like a bitch.

That's how Max found him, all askew in just his grey boxers.

“Daniel– what?” Max stood in the doorway, Daniel's spare key still in his hand.

“Max! You beautiful! I need your help!”

“Daniel what are you doing?” Max set the keys on the counter, away from the empty boxes. “Are you waxing again?”

“About that?” Daniel blushed. “I just need you to rip them off for me. One go if you can.”

“Why can't you do it yourself?” 

“I might have forgotten how painful it was?”

Max rolled his eyes, Daniel was always going into things half cocked– he thought that was the phrasing. He looked at Daniel’s legs, at the patchwork of wax strips that look more like a failed checkerboard pattern. 

“Why don’t you just wash the wax off? It’ll melt in hot water, I think.” Max pointed out.

“Maxy you don’t just wash wax strips off, you kinda have to pull them.”

“How do you know?” 

“I might have already tried– anyway it doesn’t matter. Just like…. Let er rip. Please?”

Max rolled his eyes again, sighing as if put out. Daniel’s grin behind his beard was brittle, as if he were waiting for the pain ahead. This was dumb.

“How much hair are you planning to get rid of anyway?” Max stroked the sticky wax closest to Daniel’s ankle. It was annoyingly tacky.

“All of it–”

“The beard too?” 

“You like it?” Daniel teased, scratching a hand through the thick hair.

“Why are you waxing everything?” Max asked instead, fingering the lone wax strip that sat on Daniel’s leg. Clearly the one he hadn’t been able to pull.

“I just was– yeeooouch!!!” Daniel’s scream was one part shock, other part pain as he turned wide eyes to Max’s amused blue ones. Max held the strip aloft like a prize.

“That was so not cool, mate.” Daniel grumbled. “Fuck that hurt.”

Max stroked the pink, newly bare skin on Daniel’s shin. He already missed the leg hair. Without a word he picked up a fresh strip and slapped it on another patch of wax. He made eye contact with apprehensive brown.

“Ready?” 

“Born.” Daniel muttered and Max snorted at the call back to their time doing teammate challenges.

Max ripped the strip of wax and watched the veins in Daniel’s neck pop in his effort to not scream.

Daniel sagged against the wall behind him, panting as if he’d just run a sprint. Max took him in, this was the most lived-in he’d seen Daniel in a while. He looked cozy with his overgrown beard and dark tan.

His eyes trailed from Daniel’s still thick neck, down his panting chest– Max wondered if he planned to wax his chest hair also, he hoped not. He dragged his eyes down Daniel’s hard, fuzzy abs and to his happy trail. His gazing hit a snag however when he saw the hard outline of Daniel’s cock in his boxers. And the dark grey of moisture that was his leaking tip.

A rose marked hand covered Max’s view. Pressing against the hardness.

“Mmm sorry about that.” Daniel blushed, his darkened cheeks gaining a new hue. Max licked his lips while he got his brain back online.

Daniel had a pain kink.

“Did that used to happen when you…?” Max fingered the wax strip, running his finger against the captured hair. He glanced at Daniel through his lashes.

“My uh, regular waxer added in a ‘happy ending’ for my bookings.” 

“You must have kept her booked and busy.” Max tried to joke. He threw the used strip in the trash and reached for a fresh one.

“Yeah, he never had any complaints.” Max’s head snapped up to look at Daniel’s face. He wasn’t looking at Max.

Max slapped the clean wax strip on a new patch and ripped it off with no warning. Daniel groaned with clenched fists, his back arched a little and the wet spot on his boxers got bigger. Max swallowed thickly.

“Max, fuck.” Daniel panted. The sound went straight to Max’s dick.

Daniel was hard now, harder than before and Max couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Whatchya say Maxy? Does a happy ending come with this service?” Daniel leered, cupping his balls in one hand. Max felt like he learned a lot of things about Daniel in the short time he’d been here in the bathroom with him. But at the same time, he’d always wanted to get his mouth on Daniel’s cock. He just never realized there was an opportunity.

With a shrug, Max knelt in front of Daniel’s open thighs. Daniel’s dick bobbed the same time Daniel inhaled quickly. He dropped his leg from where it had been propped and quickly shucked down his boxers, all the while muttering a string of “yeahs” that had Max rolling his eyes.

Daniel’s beard should have been an indication to Max at the state of things, but he was still surprised at the thick wiry hair of Daniel’s pubes. 

“I may have taken hitchhiker chic seriously. We’ve got 70’s bush going on.” Daniel offered, Max could hear the embarrassment in his tone. It only surprised Max because of how much Daniel used to go on about manscaping all the time. 

Max held Daniel’s hips steady and pressed his face in the crease of his thigh, feeling the tickle of hair on his cheeks and chin. Daniel trembled below him, but relaxed. 

Max took his time, making a show of parting Daniel’s bush, which pulled a honking laugh. He teased Daniel’s tip, before sinking down on the cock he’d been thinking about for what felt like his entire adult life.

Daniel groaned above him. 

Max sucked for a bit, alternating between dragging his tongue along the veins on the shaft and swirling his tongue on the head. Both motions were driving Daniel crazy. Max felt crazy with it.

He glanced up through his lashes to see Daniel watching him with a hazy yet awed fucked out look in his eyes.

In for a penny… or whatever George had said that one time.

Max pulled off, stroking Daniel with just his hand. There was a line of spit that still connected his lip to Daniel’s head, he felt the coldness when it separated. Saw Daniel’s eyes follow it intently. Max licked his lips.

“You should fuck me, mountain man.” 

Max smiled when Daniel choked on his snort. 

“Mountain man? Just for that… I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Daniel reached behind him trying to find the drawer without taking his eyes off of Max’s smug face.

“Fuck me like you haven’t–”

“Up!” Daniel cut off whatever ridiculous thing Max was going to say, he waved a half empty bottle of lube that he’d liberated from the drawer. “I’m fucking you right here.”

“Primal, I like it.” Max teased when Daniel bent him over the countertop and slapped his ass. Daniel rolled his eyes at him through the mirror. Max grinned back.

[fishhateme]

It's nearly midnight again! You know what that means everybody, time to stare at the ceiling and question if you ship Maxiel because it validates the insurmountable pain of being hopelessly in love with your best friend who's already started a life with someone else or if it's just because they definitely licked their post-race sweat off of each other's body :)

[ash-and-books]

Went to an early screening of F1: The Movie and who do I see in the credits?

[lost-in-fandoms]

Hi ❤️ 20 for the June prompts

Hello friend <3

Prompts from here. cw: sort of infidelity, also Scotty is a dick.

It had meant to be romantic.

They just had two more days on the island, and Daniel had thought it would be nice to spend one of them on a boat tour around it. He had imagined it would all be very Mamma Mia, crystal blue water underneath them, the breeze in their hair, birds chirping, music playing.

And well, he hadn't been wrong about that, but he had learned that sadly the idyllic atmosphere wasn't enough to save a crumbling relationship, not even when you were on holiday, on a very nice boat. It wasn't a yacht, but Daniel had thought it would have been nicer to get the sailboat, to be able to watch the sails swell in the wind.

But now they're two hours into their island tour, the sun is shining, the seagulls are squawking, and Scotty has been below deck on his phone for both of them.

"How long have you been here?"

Daniel looks away from the horizon to glance to his left, where the guy driving the boat (do you drive a boat? Pilot? Guide?) is leaning against the railing, the picture of serenity. Daniel thinks his name is Max, and he doesn't know yet if he likes him or not.

"Five days," he answers, not really feeling like chatting but not wanting to be rude either. After all, he is stuck on this boat for three more hours, unless he wants to throw himself off board and swim to the coast, it doesn't sound like a good idea, to piss off the guy taking you back.

Max hums, taking off his cap to run a hand through his hair, before putting it back on. Daniel's hair has been a frizzy mess since he stepped on this island, the mix of salt water, sweat and limited products turning it into a disaster he's had to keep hidden under a cap for days. But Max's hair seems soft, and Daniel almost wants to touch it to make sure.

"And he's been like that the whole time?"

The question startles Daniel, not exactly the polite small talk he was expecting, and for a second he flounders for something to answer that isn't a complete lie or a very loud fuck off. His silence seems to be answer enough though, because Max hums again, pushing away from the railing to go loosen some of the ropes for...some reason. Daniel really doesn't know anything about boats.

"Do you want to learn?" Max asks, as if reading his mind, retying the rope after giving it a sharp tug. "Just the easy stuff, I am of course not going to make you work."

For a moment Daniel considers saying no and joining Scotty downstairs, maybe try and convince him to have very awkward boat sex, but then he finds himself nodding, joining Max next to the helm.

In the next hour and a half Daniel learns many things: Max is a very good teacher, the ropes are called rigging, you don't drive a boat, you sail, doing anything around the boat is actually really hard, and Max is very very attractive with his muscles bulging as he holds onto the sail to show Daniel again how to properly tie a complicated knot.

When Max makes him sit down to have some water, Daniel is breathless and even sweatier than before, but he feels better than he has since the vacation started, laughing loudly at Max's terrible jokes.

"Having fun?"

Scotty's voice startles Daniel, snapping his attention away from Max's sunburnt nose and waving hands, guilt dropping like a stone in his stomach, despite having no reason to be there.

"Daniel was bored, left alone," Max says, very pointedly, "so I offered to teach h..."

"Yeah, well, I don't care. You stay in your," Scotty waves a hand towards the vague direction of the helm, "place."

Max's eyes narrow and Daniel feels his cheek heat up even more because of how rude Scotty is being. Before he can speak up though, Scotty speaks again.

"We gotta go back to the hotel, I have a call and I can't get good service here."

Daniel's mouth drops open, ready to argue, but Max intervenes before he can. Again. He's getting pretty annoyed about being cut off, to be honest.

"I can't take you back to the hotel until 6. I can only drop you off at the coast, if you really need to get off the boat."

Something in his tone of voice tells Daniel that it's not the complete truth, but at this point he just wants to be done with the entire conversation, so he sits and sulks as Max turns the boat towards the coast, while Scotty goes back to his phone.

Max docks them at a small pier, jumping off the boat to extend the plank, but neither Scotty nor Daniel get off.

"Mate, what the fuck? There is nothing here!" Scotty snaps, waving a hand towards the small beach and the trees surrounding them.

"The closest road is about half an hour that way," Max answers placidly, pointing.

"I am not walking half an hour just to get to a fucking road!"

"Well, then I can of course finish the tour and take you back to the hotel at six. Maybe you could use my wifi for your very important call?"

Daniel has to bite his lips to not laugh out loud at the innocence in Max's voice, even as he winces when Scotty starts swearing again about "useless people" and "should have mentioned that sooner".

Max doesn't seem fazed though, taking the plank back and pushing away from the pier, guiding once again the boat into the open sea.

"Password is on the fridge," he calls behind his shoulder as he tightens some rigging, and Daniel swears he can hear him chuckle as Scotty stomps below deck again.

"That was very embarrassing, I am sorry about him," Daniel says, sitting down on the deck.

"You should break up with him," Max answers without ceremonies, dropping next to him and pulling up his shirt to wipe away the sweat from his face, giving Daniel a glimpse of a soft stomach and a blonde happy trail.

"Yes," he finds himself agreeing without really thinking about it, mouth dry and eyes still fixed to where the shirt has fallen again. "Consider it done."

Max giggles, a cute little sound that finally makes Daniel snap out of his daze, eyes moving up to Max's face, taking note of his red cheeks and his small smile.

"Does that mean that if I kissed you, you wouldn't freak out about it?" Max asks, leaning forward, stopping a couple inches from Daniel's face.

Daniel doesn't answer, but he closes the distance between them instead, crashing their lips together. Max's tastes like sweat, salt and coconut water, and kisses like he sails, strong and confident. He pushes a hand into Daniel's hair, knocking his cap to the side, breathing a moan between them.

"You are so fucking hot," he whispers, pawing at Daniel's open shirt to touch his abs, "if we were alone..."

The reminder of Scotty makes Daniel snap back, putting some safe distance between them, before rushing forward again when he sees Max's expression fall.

"Bring us back to the hotel. I'll send him to his stupid meeting and come back to the boat."

"I have a couple of questions first," Max says, pulling back himself this time, hand still on Daniel's chest, making Daniel shiver.

"Shoot."

"It will take a while to go back, so how focused do you think he is and how quiet can you be while getting your dick sucked?"

Daniel swears, dick kicking in his shorts, and Max laughs, leaning back in the sun with it, throat exposed and thighs splayed.

Daniel has never been the kind to be quiet, but he is always willing to learn new skills.

[slutforpringles]

found max's burner 🙃🙂‍↕️

[mclarennerd1645]

Max: Stop doing that. 

Daniel: Stop doing what? 

Max: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

I need to study for my exams. But.

1) I saw a post on Tumblr about Max's new helmet. I went to Instagram and liked it.

2) I saw a post on Tumblr about Daniel's new story. I went to Instagram and liked it.

3) I saw a post about some news about Daniel. I was nervous. I read a couple of fics. I was worried.

4) I found this amazing post. I read it. I liked it.

5) I updated my social media to see what was new with Dan.

6) I fed my cat.

7) I updated my social media. I saw a new post and Dan's photo! I liked it happily! I went to Tumblr to like posts there!

8) I checked to see if Max and Dan had mutual likes.

9)I found the storys icons funny, especially after point 4 👆🏻. I took a screenshot to share.

10) I remembered that I need to take my medication. I'm sitting in front of my food, writing this post. BECAUSE I LIVE FOR THE CONTENT ABOUT MAX AND DANIEL.