#daniel/max

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★ 𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 maxiel , rbr x vcarb admins au

THE RBR AND VCARB admins have been getting real friendly on social media recently . the fans very much notice it

TAGS . . . # daniel ricciardo/max verstappen , alternate universe — not racing drivers , max is the red bull racing social media admin , daniel is the visa cashapp rb social media admin , established relationship , outsiders pov , slight suggestive content FIC STYLE. . . # social media au (twitter , instagram , tiktok )

— this one is dedicated to my baba <3 might continue this as a series

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dannyricciardo Who will I be tonight... 🤔🤫 #VCARB #thatsthequestion #lol

sebbettel NOW... WHY IS BRO HOT

baddassformula the fact that this is the face of the man who's been flirting with the rbr admin

lexandra_tbh REDBULL ADMIN REVEAL WHEN!?!

condiified whoever the rb admin is, they're a lucky person

justinn_case Does he go to the races as well?

dannyricciardo Have to give the live updates! 🥳

emrac3 FUCK OFF I WATCHED HIS VIDEO BEFORE

justaninchi_shutup i wanna devour this man

webberspider fuck redbull i support vcarb

dannyricciardo🤣 Yeah... Fuck Redbull (👀)

bearmansbear WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

realnamegucci lolll why'd you expose yourself like that

dannyricciardo Don't wanna join in?

realnamegucci not trynna get myself fired mate

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dannyricciardo

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Had a nice vacation! Work 💪

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realnamegucci why do u look like that

dannyricciardo Like your boyfriend?

realnamegucci fucking idiot hahahah

multiplyer ???? MY STALKING IS NOT IN VEIN

victoriaverstappen Bring my brother next time, he sulks too much

realnamegucci idk what ur talking about

dannyricciardo @ victoriaverstappen Duty noted 🫡

kennybeer Who's here after the TikTok reveal 👀

ubercrashesinf1 holy shit bro is Really fucking hot

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realnamegucci

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fun stream today 👍 sorry had to leave early guys

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dannyricciardo I was sad when it ended but became happy when I remembered you're coming to me ♥

realnamegucci no i'm going to work

dannyricciardo To me! 😚

realnamegucci why're you like this loll 😂

lukecraneofficial Could've won the race with you

realnamegucci can't be the only good driver in this game 🤣🤣

dannyricciardo Look so good playing racing games 🙏Got me praying on my knees

realnamegucci ew lol

dannyricciardo You say that now...

victoriaverstappen There are children in here!

multiplyer the flirting is crazy i'm going to find something i know it

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My favourite part of working

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jarnoopmeer Calling HR for this

realnamegucci lost focus and had a workplace relationship? lol

realnamegucci i told you not to post that picture!

dannyricciardo I can't when my boyfriend looks this good 🤩

janicester Why're you so whipped

dannyricciardo LOVE!

multiplyer JACKPOT! HE'S WEARING A REDBULL SHIRT!

multiplyer can't believe it took me to 2019 to find this picture

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Didn't mean to reveal you, @ realnamegucci but... I always did want to show you off to the world ♥ ♥

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realnamegucci if i get fired for this it's your fault

dannyricciardo Maxy, pretty sure everyone knows we are deeply in love

realnamegucci i didn't... hahaha 🧡

ubercrashesinf1 @ multiplyer is the real goat in this

dannyricciardo Such a 🕵️‍♀️

multiplyer ON GODD AHHHHH

cloudszz1 this is gonna be part of the ricksf1addiction iceberg

dreamsncars CONGRATULATIONS TO THE HAPPY COUPLE!! EVEN THOUGH THEY'VE BEEN PROBABLY AT IT FOR YEARS NOW

mclaren Happy for the couple! or something

realnamegucci you're next la***

mclaren NOOOOOO

realnamegucci next time tell me before you're gonna out yourself and me to everyone... but also sure ig ily2

dannyricciardo HE SAYS HE LOVE ME! MARRY ME PLEASE!

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[verstappentime]

haven't shared anything new in a bit so here's the start of a maxiel bit where max was actually just hormonal in hungary and that's why he was cranky.

(tw: there's like a brief description of max puking here, apologies.)

max has to tell medical, because he’s afraid if something is really wrong, he might bleed out or something.

the medic says he’s fine, presses all over his abdomen and checks for tenderness and all that. they suggest he go to a real doctor, and tell him deciding to race was really stupid. he snaps something about how he knows that, thanks.

he’e still shaking when he walks back, has been since GP told him he crashed hard enough to alert medical.

he can’t pay attention to the debrief, can only think about the little app on his phone telling him the baby is the size of a tadpole or whatever. he thinks it would make him feel better to look at it, to remember how much cushioning they have in there, but he hasn’t got his phone back yet.

they keep asking him questions; he just nods or shakes his head, all of that simmering anger from before gone as fast as it came. just fucking hormones again, probably.

he has to leave the debrief to go throw up. he’s almost too late realizing the anxiety has turned into real illness.

he nearly knocks his chair over, pressing a hand to his chest like he can stem the burning as he fumbles to get out of the room. it always starts with a roll of nausea, then acid reflux, then. yeah.

he’s managed to go the whole day, the whole race, thank god, without this happening. he probably should have appreciated it more while he could, because he’s currently regurgitating all the water he had after the race and cold sweating and he might as well die here.

he’s embarrassed enough by the whole fucking day, by how mad he got at GP, at how the things he said must have cut hannah. and now he’s– now this is happening, and someone is probably going to come look for him, because he made it obvious what was happening. or, worse, tell daniel to look for him, and then he’ll have to make up some dumb story and get caught, because he’s an awful liar.

there’s a knock on the door. “max.” it’s brad, not daniel. at least he’s won something.

he coughs, chest heaving. the worst of it may be over. “present,” he says, voice scratchy. his throat is starting to get raw after the past week of what he is really trying not to let himself call morning sickness, because he’s in denial, which is fine as long as he’s self-aware about it, and also because it’s not just the morning, just whatever fucking time his body decides it will be.

“can i open the door? i have gatorade for you.”

“yeah, go ahead.” he really doesn’t want anyone to see him sitting on the fucking bathroom floor, but his head is throbbing now, and he’s really not trying to make anything worse.

brad doesn’t look phased, at least. he crouches down and hands max an orange gatorade. he’s got two more tucked under his arm. “you look rough, man.”

max a tiny sip. he’s glad it’s something with sugar. water tastes fucking awful the past few days. “thanks,” he mumbles.

“you looked bad yesterday, too,” brad says, conversational.

he knows he did. he was nauseous and moody and exhausted. he yelled at GP about the fucking rain. “thank you for the concern.”

brad rolls his eyes and points to the gatorade, “drink the rest of that. how dehydrated do you feel?”

“i’ll drink it.” max rubs his forehead. he doesn’t want an IV or anything. they made him do that last time he was sick after a race. he takes a long sip; it actually tastes alright. “see? i’m drinking it.”

brad gives him a look, like i’m watching you. “going to tell me what’s going on?”

max closes his eyes, letting the back of his head thunk against the wall. he doesn’t know why he can’t be one of those people with no symptoms. he hasn’t told anyone, didn’t want to until he made it through this weekend. he wanted to tell victoria first, cry down the phone and let her tell him what to do. fuck.

“what does it look like?” it doesn’t even sound mean. he’s too tired to make it mean, and his voice cracks, even though he really, really didn’t want it to. “could you just– can you get daniel, actually?”

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Fic Rec List - Daniel/Max (Angst)

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I can't believe the Queen of Maxiel Angst herself is requesting angst from me! I hope you enjoy these, bb. 🤭

if the sky falls by @mysticalbreadcollective | M | 2.4k Max and Daniel are caught in a building collapse. Bread's angst is always fantastic, and especially here, with an edge of immediate danger. Bread does emotion so well. It was hard to choose just one Bread fic to recommend for this list!

'He sounds- scared. Which yeah, no shit, Daniel’s scared too. But hearing Max scared makes this real. Makes it all real. Max never gets scared. Ever. He gets quietly angry, he gets even, but he never gets scared like this, and it just highlights how much trouble they’re actually in.'

if tomorrow never comes by @toastandvegemite | T | 2.8k (content tags: suicidal thoughts) This is a very well written, sensitively handled fic. This author's writing is always incredibly engaging, but this story is on another level - I don't think I breathed once during my first read. No one does emotion quite like this. Stunning.

'Still smiling, still losing, still trying desperately to be something he can't even see clearly.'

nsfw: Figure Me Sweetly by @love-leah | E | 5k The pining here is just exquisite. This is a real masterclass in Max's very specific brand of suffering - wanting so much, so intensely, but not allowing himself to have. Achey and gorgeous. This one will stay with you long after you've finished reading!

'Daniel has no idea if that's true. When they were teammates, he knew exactly how much Max could drink before he got stupid in a way only Daniel and Max thought was fun; how much more before Daniel had to cut him off or he would puke. Now it’s been a fucking year since he got drunk with Max.'

nsfw: in that iron ground by @lilyrizzy | E | 41.8k (content tags: parental death, grief) Daniel and Max travel to Daniel's hometown for a funeral. This is a beautifully written story. The emotions are visceral - I remember having to take a few laps of my home after reading this for the first time. It's simply stunning.

'Max is squinting at Daniel in the bright sunlight. How the fuck is the sun still shining? Shouldn’t thunder be sounding, shouldn’t lightning be flashing across the sky? Shouldn’t something look different in Daniel’s world, now that there is one less person in it?.'

so can we make the most out of no time? and And my hopes, they are high by @wolfiemcwolferson | M / E | 96k This whole series is well worth a read; the Daniel and Max section sets the tone beautifully. The dialogue and relationship development here is second to none. Daniel and Max go through a lot, but it only makes their ending that more satisfying. I love these fics so much, and I think you will, too.

'Max’s smile is so small you would miss it if you weren’t looking for it, but Daniel is. Daniel is looking for it.'

[blamemma]

25 maxiel? 👀

"Hey! Mate! Look what Red Bull made for me!" Daniel bellows at Scotty when they cross paths down the Melbourne walk. He pulls the cap off his head, thrusts it forward towards him. "Look," he points. "It's got a 3!"

His marketing guy and assistant for the weekend, Chris, had delivered it to him this morning, a box of about 10 of them to get him through the weekend. He didn't know it was something Red Bull were going to be doing but when he saw them -- when he put it atop his head -- when he looked in the mirror -- when he showed Blake -- this was it, he was back at Red Bull.

Scotty beams at him, takes the cap out of his hands, and then pulls Daniel under his arm, rustling his knuckles through the shortening curls.

"This is cool mate," Scotty responds, still holding the cap in his hand. "Same sponsors once again. Brothers in teams."

"Damn right! You can have that one - wear it if you want." Daniel says. "I've got plenty of them."

"Ahhh I can't DR-" Scotty begins, but Daniel snatches it out of Scotty's hands, knocks Scotty's Carhartt cap off his head and places the new Red Bull '3' cap on to replace it.

He's already put 2 aside for Isaac and Isabella, knowing they'd be too big for their small heads, but wanting them to be part of whatever moment this was, 2 for his mum and dad also. Now he'd given one to Scotty, and Blake would probably want one as well. He's only got 4 more to get him through the weekend. And sometimes, when fans gave him really nice gifts, or tell him emotional stories, he feels inclined to pass one onto them as well. He'll need to be careful now though.

"It looks good on you." Daniel offers. Scotty smiles at him, all teeth.

"Not as good as you look back in navy mate." Scotty offers.

"Yeah feels fucking good!" Daniel responds before they both turn their attention back towards the adoring crowd surrounding them, cheers of 'Daniel' ringing out, even though other drivers are starting to make their way through. Daniel steals one last glance at Scotty, catches the '3' glimmering in the light, and feels content.

Hours later, and Daniel lets himself settle. Lets himself sit down and breath. He's spent the day being dragged everywhere, a plethora of interviews, a sketch video for some TikTok comedians, hundreds of photos with fans. He knew his first race back would be intense, knew that it being in Australia would make it ten times worse.

But throughout it all, he hasn't stopped smiling. The only thing he's felt throughout is pain in his cheeks. A never-ending smile at being back, at being loved, at people being happy to see him, and constantly asking what his future plans are. He doesn't know yet, but the idea that people want him back, care about where he's heading is good, it's positive, he holds it close.

He watches Max walking through the paddock, heading towards where he's sat outside. Watches as Max's own face lights up when he spots Daniel.

"Daniel!" He says, "I have been looking for you. But you have been very busy of course!" Max pulls out a chair next to Daniel and then hands a hat over to him.

"Scotty asked me to give this back to you. He said he couldn't wear it all day because he was going to Aston Martin." Max continues to hold out the hat, but Daniel doesn't move, so Max moves it forward ever so slightly. A nudge. Daniel finally takes it, begrudingly.

"They are very cool. It is nice to see your number on Red Bull things again. Did you ask Christian for them?"

Daniel squeezes his eyes shut, cringes at the suggestion he asked for something like this. For a cap that distinguishes something old now. . It feels humiliating. Clutching the discarded hat in his hands, he wants to rip his own one that he's currently wearing off as well.

Of course Scotty didn't want to wear it.

He's not driver number 3.

He's not a driver.

He's not someone Scotty can support.

He's not a driver.

He laughs to himself a little. At the thought that--

“Wow. Guess that hurts…” Daniel says, almost laughs through it, clutches the cap close to his chest, almost ripping it apart in his hands. The days been overly emotional and everything is bubbling to the surface now, tears pooling in his eyes. He turns his body, faces Max more, but doesn't look at him, simply attempting to shield his face from any passers by who may want to take a photo of him.

“What?” Max asks, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, squeezing, staring intently at Daniel, the frame of his nose, the pout of his lips, framed in golden sunlight. Max thinks it's the being here, Melbourne, the paddock, Red Bull, that hurts. The being there, but not being there.

“This." Daniel says, throwing his arms up in the air, the cap going flying into Ferrari's neighbouring unit. "Pining after someone, giving them everything, giving your best mate a cap they don't even feel proud enough to wear...loving someone who doesn’t love you…” Daniel responds. He doesn't know why he suddenly lets all out, why he tells Max of all people but it spills out so quickly, he can't take it back.

Max takes a sharp intake of breath, drops his hand suddenly from Daniel's shoulder.

"I do not think it is very fair of you to make these kind of statements Daniel." Max whispers, knows he can't say what he needs to say right now, not when there have been cameras constantly pointed at Daniel all day, people with microphones following him around, hoping for a soundbite of anything.

Daniel turns, looks at Max with a puzzled look, his eyebrow furrowed. Max sees in his peripheral vision Daniel picking at his fingernails now, and Max's arm lurches forward, yanking Daniel's hand away forcibly. He hates it when he does that. They stare at each other for a long time. Max almost feels like he can see the cogs in Daniel's brain turning at overtime. He's blinking slowly, staring at Max, his face shallow. Max waits, waits, waits for Daniel to say something, but like always, he stays mute, ignores the obvious answer.

"I think maybe Daniel, you are always looking for something more. I don't know what you think is missing. But maybe you should work it out. A lot of the answers are staring you right in the face and have been for a long time." Max says, standing up and leaving Daniel to wallow.

Years ago, he would have stayed, comforted Daniel, talked through their shit and then grabbed a beer together afterwards.

Max is over those days. He knows what he wants. Always has. It's up to Daniel now.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Have you had anymore Criminal Minds AU thoughts? 👀

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"Lando!"

Lando's head whipped around at the call of his name and the panic in the voice of the person who was calling for him.

His head was still aching, and he couldn't move from the back of the ambulance. There was an iv connected to his arm, and he was still wrapped in a shock blanket. Daniel was standing over him protectively as if somehow, another bomb was going to go off despite them having caught the bomber over an hour ago now.

Lando could understand it though. His team had just watched him and Kimi being tossed about and injured by the blast, and if Sebastian hadn't of had to take over the scene, he was sure he'd be at Kimi’s side right now.

There was another yell of his name, but Lando found it a little hard to focus with the pain in his head as he tried to squint in the direction of the voice.

His glasses had been broken in the blast.

"Let him through", Daniel called out, apologising when Lando flinched at the loudness, "I think you'll be in good hands, baby boy"

"Stop calling me that", Lando grumbled, but all his aches and grumpiness faded away when he saw who was standing in front of him.

"Oh thank fuck", Max gasped, hand pressed to his side as if he had run all the way here, "They wouldn't tell me who it was that was caught in the blast, and I had to come. Fuck, you scared me. Oh, hi Daniel"

"Detective", Daniel snickered, patting Max on the shoulder before shooing a knowing look at Lando, "Take care of him while I check on the team, yeah?"

Lando and Max didn't have a chance to reply before he was gone, leaving them alone as Max reached out carefully while stepping between Lando’s legs. His hand was careful on the back of Lando’s neck as he pulled him close, allowing Lando to rest against his chest as he sighed.

"Didn't mean to scare you", Lando mumbled, eyes slipping closed as the shock wore off into pure exhaustion while the pain killers finally started to kick on.

"I know, baby", Max whispered back, ducking down to kiss Lando's head softly, "I know"

[gggreengoblin]

Do You Want To See My Elephant?

2.176 words. Summary:: Max, who was visiting West Australia, met a handsome local man named Daniel. He couldn't say no when Daniel asked him if he wanted to see his elephant.

If you had asked Max a few weeks before whether picking up a guy at a club would be on the menu during his West Australia vacation, he would probably say 'maybe, but I don't think so’. But on the second day he stayed in Perth, he was sitting in the bar of a nightclub with Daniel, a handsome local man, who was wearing a shirt with loud prints and a thick silver chain around his neck.

The club was awesome. It had a cool vibe and good music. Or it was just the alcohol in his blood talking, taking over his brain, and making everything seem better than it actually was. Or was it just Daniel’s effect on him? This Daniel, the stranger with kind eyes and curly hair.

Max was a couple of glasses deep already. His head was a little lighter and all he wanted was to giggle at everything this handsome man said. He didn’t mind, though. He would giggle forever as long as this stranger looked at him like that. Like he was the most interesting person in the room.

Even in this horrible lighting, Max could see how Daniel’s dark eyes lit up while he spoke. And he, of course, noticed the dimples in Daniel’s cheeks. They would pop out every time this man smiled or laughed or just moved his facial muscles in general. And the tattoos on his arms and the back of his hands—God, all of that made him feel so thirsty. So he kept sipping his cocktail, the one Daniel bought for him. Sweet, sour, and bitter at the same time.

Daniel leaned in. Max could smell his perfume—manly but not overpowering. Honestly, he just smelled expensive, elegant, and alluring. His breath tickled Max’s right earlobe. That deadly combination made his already light-headed head spin.

“So, how long will you be here?” Daniel said, directly into Max’s ear. His deep, smooth voice and his accent almost made Max's eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Here as in West Australia? Around two weeks, but I am also staying in Perth for two more days," he whisper-shouted back at Daniel. He took that opportunity to steal a sniff at his neck. He couldn't get enough of this perfume.

“Cool." Daniel nodded and took a small gulp of his beer. "Max, do you want to see my elephant?”

Max almost choked on his saliva. How could he say something like that so casually? And also what a weird phrasing? Who would call their thing an elephant? It was so weird. Or was it just how Australians flirt? Max didn’t know for sure, but he would be stupid to pass on this opportunity. “Of course, it would be lovely, Daniel,” he said, almost screaming so Daniel could hear him. He hoped he said it loud and clear.

"Yeah?" There was a smirk on Daniel’s face. His eyes were bright and playful, with a mischievous gleam in them.

“Yes.” Max nodded. He looked around, trying to find the general direction to the bathroom. The club was crowded, but he hoped the bathroom was clean and empty so he could get on his knees for this man. He was already salivating from the anticipation. How he wanted to do it dirty, sloppy, and slow. And he would do his best to make it a good show for Daniel. "Now?” 

“Nah.”

Oh, that broke Max's heart.

“I can’t ditch my friends tonight.” He pointed at a group of men sitting on a long sofa. One of them waved his hand to Daniel, telling him to hurry up and come back to the group. “How about tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

“Don’t pout, Maxy.” He gave Max’s thigh a squeeze with his free hand. His rings were pressing into Max’s muscles through his jeans.  “Give me your phone.”

Max pulled his phone from his jeans' pocket. He entered his PIN code and gave the device to Daniel.

“Text me your hotel address. Does tomorrow morning sound good to you? Can I pick you up at 8.30?” Daniel gave him his phone back. He saved his number in Max’s phone book as Daniel Ric with an elephant emoji.

Max couldn’t hide his smile. This guy was one of a kind. Max had never met someone like him before.

“Yes. But why in the morning? Why can’t we do it in the evening?” It wouldn’t go well if Max woke up with a bad hangover. Most of the time, he couldn’t get it up if he did not feel his 100%, and he did not want that to happen while he was with Daniel. So he put his cocktail down and asked the bartender for a bottle of water.

“Don’t forget to text me, yeah?” Daniel stood up from his stool. He leaned in and kissed Max’s cheek. The scratch of his beard made Max feel hot all over. “Trust me, it would be better if we do it in the morning.” He said it with a wink before he went back to his friend.

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To say he was excited was an understatement. Max went back to his hotel right after Daniel left. He did not touch any alcohol after that, only his bottled water.

When he entered his hotel room, he made a beeline straight into his bathroom. He took a long, hot shower and shaved his hair down there. It had been a while, and he was not prepared. He thanked his lucky star, or whatever it was, that he packed a spare shaving razor. It was gross to shave his face with the same razor he used to shave his balls and ass. It could cause cross-contamination, right? He didn’t know for sure, but it was just plain wrong.

He lay down in his bed with his phone plugged in beside his pillow. He made sure to activate a six a.m. alarm. He needed to wake up early in the morning to douche, making sure everything was squeaky clean.

He ate a light breakfast and texted Daniel his address. Not long after that, Daniel told him to meet him in the hotel's underground parking lot. Max was a little bit surprised by that. He thought they would meet in the hotel lobby and did it in his room.

Danie stood in the middle of the parking lot. Dressed in a black cotton jacket zipped up until his throat, a pair of olive-colored fabric shorts, and black hiking boots. He also wore a curve-brimmed trucker cap that had the same color as his shorts, and a pair of black sunglasses were perched upon the beak of his hat. He approached Max and kissed his cheek. "Morning, Maxy Max." He led Max to his parked black Rubicon by his waist. He opened the passenger door for Max.

It took Max by surprise. This Daniel was different from the one he met the night before. He didn't complain, though. He was just not expecting these changes. The guy in the club was metrosexual, adorned with a chain around his neck, rings, a bracelet on his wrist, and a loud print shirt. But this guy was just ruggedly handsome, he thought. Max couldn't look away.

He didn't know why, but for a second, he assumed the car would smell bad, like cigarettes and maybe beer too. It was a wrong assumption, it smelled nice, like coffee, and faintly he could smell Daniel’s perfume from the night before.

Daniel took one of the paper cups from the cup holder and gave it to Max. “I got you a cup of coffee, americano. If it is too bitter for you, I have some sugar.” He unzipped his jacket halfway and took out two sachets of packed sugar from his left breast pocket.

Max accepted the coffee and the sugar. He took a small sip. The coffee was really bitter. He did his best to hide his grimace, even though he almost gagged from the unpleasant taste. He was not a fan of coffee, especially if it wasn't ice cold, but he tried to be polite.

They started driving, leaving Max's hotel. Max was impressed by Daniel’s driving ability. The way he could control that bulky car so smoothly. He was zoning out, looking out of the window, until he felt Daniel's gaze on him during a red light stop.

“Ahh– You don't like black coffee. Just add the sugar, mate. Or put it down if you don't like it,” Daniel said before taking a big sip from his own cup.

No, not a chance, he wanted to drink this coffee with Daniel as if they were on a coffee date. Max put the coffee back in the cup holder and poured two sachets of sugar into his coffee. At least if the coffee was sweet, he wouldn't be so nauseous, right? Was it the right way to make coffee more bearable?

Daniel drove until they left the city center area. They entered an employee parking lot at a recreation park. Max could see the roller coaster track from there. Daniel turned off the car's engine and jumped out of the car. He opened Max's door.

"Where are we?" Max said while stepping out of the car. He left his half-empty cup in the cup holder.

"You will see."

They entered the recreation park, which was still closed, by the back door. Daniel scanned his ID card to open the locked steel door. He took off his jacket, revealing his zoo uniform with his name embroidered on the left side of his chest.

There were several staff and janitors. They were doing their morning chores, like cleaning and checking the equipment. Almost all of them greeted Daniel, but they all looked curiously at Max.

Daniel took him to a parked golf cart. He pulled a bunch of keys from his shorts' pocket, searching for the right one to drive this little thing. He turned the cart on and patted the seat beside him. "Come on. We need to hurry!"

Max looked around the park. It had a lot of green vegetation that was different from the plants outside, animal statues, and safari-themed rides. "So, we're going to see a real elephant?"

"Yes, I promised you I would show you my elephant, didn't I?" Daniel said while pointing to the word 'zoo' in his uniform, right above his name. "Technically, the elephants—we have four, by the way—are mine too because my parents own this recreation park and zoo."

“Oh.” Yeah, it was all he could think about, just 'Oh'. It was a huge letdown, really. It was the first time he met someone who owned a theme park and zoo, but it was also the first time he got ready for nothing. All the grooming he did was for nothing. And the excitement he felt went down the drain.

A meme Victoria sent him popped up in Max’s head. It was a video of two men in a boat, and one of them said, 'I hope you're hungry, for nothing'. Yes, that was how he felt at the moment. He was thirsty for nothing. So he stood there, hollow-eyed, in front of a golf cart. He couldn't believe he shaved his ass and balls for nothing.

Daniel folded his arms on top of the cart's steering wheel. "'Oh'? Just 'oh'? Are you disappointed, Max?" He looked up at Max with eyes that he couldn't read. His brown, wide cow eyes were too expressive, showing too many emotions at the same time, and it made Max confused.

"I'm not really disappointed. Of course I'm happy, I can see elephants up close and without any other visitors, which is a rare opportunity, but I thought we would do something else.”

"Something else? Like?" He smiled. That gorgeous, wide smile that got Max hooked in the first place.

“You know what I mean, Daniel. Seeing elephant. Your elephant. Turned out it was a false advertisement.” Max knew he was beet red. He felt how his blood rushed into his cheeks and ears. Saying what he felt was a hard thing to do, especially when he had to admit what he wanted to Daniel, a stranger who he thought was asking him out for a hookup.

“This is the first time someone is not impressed by my freaking zoo. I have to make it up to you then.”

Max sat on the cart, arms crossed in front of his chest. “Yeah. You better show me the whole damn zoo.” He still couldn't look at Daniel.

“We have a massive collection of exotic birds too. Are peacocks interesting enough for you?”

"Stop with the innuendo, please." Max covered his face with his hands.

"It is not an innuendo, Maxy. We do have peacocks. You just have a dirty mind."

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By the time he left Perth, Max knew all about animals' facts and a promise from a charming local man that he would join him during his days off from the zoo.

[onboardsorasora]

The Chalet

Summary:

This was not the holiday Daniel envisioned when Charles proposed a group trip. Switzerland was beautiful, no doubt about that. Daniel had prepared to be cold and the sleepy village in the Alps had not disappointed on that front either.  What he hadn’t expected was the roommate situation.

suuper self indulgent and not reread in anyway. My usual vibe lmao. enjoy!

[vicsy]

subterfuge

Daniel/Max | 4,7k | explicit | ongoing (chapter 1/2)

Max was an uncomfortable revelation, a sticky situation, an unnecessary distraction. Daniel had been fine and dandy before Max crash landed into his life and threw the course of it out of whack. All there was left for Daniel to do was fish for excuses: he’s seventeen, he’s your teammate, he’s not seventeen anymore but he’s still your teammate, he’s definitely not a virgin but he ruined your career; he’s a guy and you’re dating a woman. He’s everything you could ever want but you’re a coward and he’s still a guy. Or: at the breaking point in his career Daniel decides to stop perpetually hitting the brakes on certain aspects of his life. And on Max. Surely, it's easier said than done. Good thing being a late breaker has always been Daniel's shtick.

second (and last) chapter coming to you soon <3

[andcars]

# 𝟯𝟯𝟯 ─── GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING MASTERLIST . . . REQUEST ME . . . TAGLIST . . . AO3

DANIEL RICCIARDO IS A GOOD FRIEND and he knows what max has always wanted. so his plan for his birthday is to drug him—not roofie him—and give him what he wants. he saves a recording for max to remember tomorrow too.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT FUCKING EAT . . . # non-con/rape, alternate universe — dark, non-consensual drug use, aphrodosiacs, not safe sane and consensual, delusional daniel ricciardo, daniel ricciardo has a large penis, infidelity, posessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, object insertion, improper use of red bull, watersports WORD COUNT. . . # 2.7k

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He's seen the way Max talks. The only thing that comes out of Max's lips is how much he's enjoyed getting used by men—to be fair, that was the conversation in late nights with him and five bottles deep into gin. Daniel knows Max, maybe a little too much. 

He's admired the way his lips move, recalling the story where he was barely legal and getting men twice his age to fuck him. All those times he told Daniel about his drunken endeavours, Daniel had to hold back a moan from imagining Max pliant on the bed just for him.

There was almost a month break until Austin. After everything Max has gone through, Daniel thinks that he deserves a break. It's not hard to pull Max away for an entire day. But when it's his birthday, his girlfriend is utterly obsessed with making a statement: "I am the best girlfriend ever". Even as he asked Max to hang out with him a month ago, he was already busy. 

Daniel was with him for the early years in his career, it should be fair to celebrate with him, no? Oh well, he might as well plan it as a surprise. Max always loved it when he stopped by his penthouse anyways, eager to open the door wide just for him.

So he’s at the restaurant Max’s girlfriend chose, just at the bar with distances away from him. He doesn’t think he’s the most subtle man out here. But Max is too busy smiling and laughing at whatever the woman is saying to him. He’s distracted, he’s off guard.

“Hey,” he says to a waiter, “Can you help me out here..?”

It’s not unusual for a guy to ask someone to help him prank his friend. He’s Daniel fucking Ricciardo, an award winning smile displayed all the time. And it’s Monaco, everyone knows them. So the waiter doesn’t really hesitate when he asks them to bring a drink, saying it’s in the house, with a cute little sparkle and a tint of white in it. And if they ask, it’s just a small dosage of drugs inside of it.

He can’t watch Max drink it, he can’t. Not out of guilt or anything, not at all. The idea of Max unknowingly drink a hard dose of roofies—they aren’t called date-rape drugs, he refuses to call them that—is too fucking adorable. He’s not one to turn down a free drink, and it’s his birthday!

Few minutes pass by and he hears Kelly’s concerned voice. Max, ever the considerate person he is, stands up. He staggers in his steps and excuses himself for the bathroom. Daniel follows him, steps away but his eyes are stuck on his figure. Like he always did.

Entering the bathroom so quietly, Max doesn’t even notice his presence. Maybe the drugs were too much? He sees Max cradling himself by the bathroom mirror, face entirely red and breathing looking uncontrollable. Daniel coos at the sight.

There’s no recognition when Max looks at Daniel in the mirror. He lets him wrap his arms around him, holding him from behind.

“Max,” whispers Daniel, “you okay?” His voice doesn’t have real concern over it. Max looks pitiful, yes. But Daniel knows what he’s doing. He knows what Max’s limits are.

Despite his hands creeping lower, teasing him along his abdomen and to his hips, Max has nothing behind those eyes. It’s adorable how clouded they are, lost in his own little world. Fuck. Daniel felt himself twitch against his pants, already working himself up when Max looks just like this.

“Come on,” he pulls Max’s arm around his shoulder. “Let’s go, yeah? Gonna take Maxie home~...”

It’s an easy endevour. No one questions why Daniel is bringing a “drunk” Max to his car. Kelly, to Daniel’s delight, was blind to Max leaving. It takes one text message, excusing himself to the nearest hospital and asking her not to follow, to bring him home safely. 

Well, Daniel did hear a few buzzes in Max’s phone just afterwards. It stopped when Daniel shut it down though, so all is well.

Max fell on his bed so easily. There were few grumbles that came out of him, still somewhat awake in his state. “God, I really wanted to make this good for you, Max,” Daniel sighs, “so just open your eyes just a bit more, yeah? I need you to be awake for this.”

From the corner of the room, he takes out the phone stand that sat idle since this morning. When Max asks for what happened, he’ll just show the tapes for him to watch. It’s his birthday after all! There’s always gotta be a camera filming the moment.

Back on the bed, Daniel takes Max’s face in his hands, forcing their eyes to lock. In a daze, Max attempts to look at Daniel properly. Daniel thinks that he’s trying to call out his name. But his mouth must be so heavy, so tired.

Undressing Max is easier than he thinks. He only gets his pants off though before an idea striked him. Max sweaty, thighs rubbing against each other, and his erection portruding out of those tight briefs, Daniel gets a beautiful idea.

Red Bull is never his preferred drink, but Max loves it lots. He takes one in the stock from his fridge, a little Max only section.

“Come on, Max! I told you, I need you awake,” with a forceful grab, he forces the drink to get into Max’s system. He makes sure that Max swallows even just a little bit. He gags, choking on the drink. Daniel probably should have been more careful.

He lets his face go, the drink going down his chin instead. With careful movements, Daniel trailed the liquid lower, letting it soak his black polo and down to his briefs.

Max let out a whine, hips bucking as the Red Bull soaked his briefs. “D—hn…” His voice dies out in his throats, turning sloppily to the pillow just to drool on it.

“Yeah?” calls Daniel, pulling his briefs to the side just to poure the rest down to his exposed dick. “Just cleaning you up a little, pretty sure you would’ve loved drinking Red Bull from my cock instead,” he laughs.

The joke dies on Max as he lets out another sound at his briefs getting pulled apart. He lays on Daniel’s bed naked. He’s drugged, he’s drunk, he’s absolutely so far gone that Daniel almost doesn’t know what to do anymore.

“Come on,” he maneuvers Max to lay on him instead. With Daniel sat on the head of the bed, Max on his lap, he feels way bigger than him. Max has his head lolled back, panting as his legs are forced apart by Daniel.

At this moment, Daniel wishes he has a mirror in front of his bed. Yet the feeling of being this close to Max is way too good to let go now. Plus, he can always just watch the footage later.

Red Bull leaves a rather sticky feeling to his fingers. Despite that Daniel wants to go only the Red Bull and nothing else, he adds some lube on his soaked fingers.

“I really wanted to make this special for you,” he whispers, fingers circling the rim, “I hope you like it when you watch this.” He looks up at the camera when he shoves two fingers immediately. Max groans on top of him.

“Daniel,” he moans properly this time, though his tongue is slow and it drags out the syllables. “Dan… Daniel,” he adds, moaning between sounds as Daniel sets a decent pace for someone unprepared.

But Max is fucking lose. Daniel knows it’s not his girlfriend he’s stretching himself for. It fucking hurts that Max has to find someone else to satisfy him. And why should Max go to other men? They don’t know Max. Daniel knows everything Max loves. He makes him feel good.

“I know,” he says, spreading his fingers more to stretch him. “Maxie, just loosen up, I wanna fuck you dumb tonight, yeah? Let you be used like this, I know you love it.”

Something like a sob escapes Max. He cries out more when he feels the cold can of the Red Bull against his barely stretched ass. He can’t scream out though, or he simply doesn’t. Daniel kisses his throat as it rumbles, feeling the can slowly push inside of him.

“Hah… agh—�� Max chokes, his body slowly bouncing at the thrusts of the can. Daniel is moaning alongside him, not even feeling anything. But Max sounds so good. Max sounds so fucking pretty. Just being below him like this, helping him get off like this, fuck.

He asks, “You like that?” and not expect an answer. Daniel adjust shimself, allowing Max to lay further down for his ass to be more presentable for the camera. “You look so good, Max. Taking it so good. You fucking love being used like this… you’re so fucking dirty, baby.”

Daniel moans as Max finds his gaze to him. His eyes are teary from ecstasy. Words don’t come out of him, his moans are enough for Daniel to be encouraged to fuck him more. Fuck him harder.

He mouths words as his moans get louder. Daniel knows he’s close. “You wanna cum, Maxie?” he asks. “Gonna cum getting your ass fucked by a Red Bull?” The irony is there and it makes Daniel laugh. “Poor Maxie, getting embarrassed like this in front of the camera. Gonna wake up tomorrow and gonna remember this, yeah? I’ll make sure you remember it.”

Not relenting on his pace, Daniel helps Max finish. What he doesn’t expect is that after the ropes of cum leave his dick, there’s a small splutter of yellow. Daniel grins.

“Aw, Max,” he pulls Max a little up. Somehow, Max controls his own bladder. Though he isn’t able to close his legs, he struggles under Daniel’s hold. “It’s okay, no need to hide yourself, baby. It’s your day, nothing’s wrong with this.

“Are you into this too, Max? Never told me you like feeling soiled like this. Maybe I should do it to you too?” Max shakes his head, slowly and almost hesitant. “No? Don’t wanna get dirty? Don’t want your pal, Danny, to use you like a fucking toilet?”

He almost moans at his own words, kinda embarassing. He pushes Max to his back on the bed again. A small trickle leaves him with the action, making Daniel grin. “You can’t even hold yourself. I’ll try, okay? I’ll try to fill you up real good, making you my dirty little boy.”

Daniel almost wants to stay in this moment forever. Max, his clothes soaked, underneath Daniel, malleable to his will, is all his. It’s picture-perfect.

After hours of waiting, days of planning, he finally takes his cock out and prepares himself. The lube in his hand is still warm, soothe to the feeling before fucking Max. The anticipation is killing him and he’s so impatient.

With a few strokes and just a bit more lube, he slaps the head against Max’s winking hole. It clenches and unclenches, almost trying to suck him in.

“Oh, God,” he moans, eyes unable to look away, “Max you should really take a look at yourself. You wanted me all this time… and you never told me? I shouldn’t even have drugged you.”

Max is speechless, most likely embarrassed for being called out by his body like this. “Dan…” is the only thing he can get out of his mouth alongside the little whimpers and sobs.

“Don’t cry,” he tries to soothe him, though he’s real distracted with the way he rubs his cock between Max’s cheeks. “It’s okay, I’ll fuck you, yeah? Give the birthday boy what he wants. I’ll even piss inside of you so don’t get sad.”

Max cries out the moment Daniel fucks him in. The tightness is unbelievable despite just being fucked by a Red Bull. It’s absolutely euphoric how Daniel feels. The pain of yearning for so many years, he finally gets the chance to take Max for himself. Finally, they’re together.

He can’t help himself but thrust without giving Max more time to adjust. He can’t help himself as he looked down, their hips positioned exactly where Daniel can see a small bump on his stomach. On his fucking stomach.

“Shit, fuck, baby,” he groans as he massages his cock through Max’s thin waist. “Can’t believe you’re fucking built like this, all thighs and skinny waist? Jesus,” he groans as he gives a little more thrusts, making sure that it’s his cock fucking through him. It is. Shit.

Angling himself so he can fuck his cock against Max’s stomach, he takes what was always his. Max moans every thrust, his body twitching despite it’s heaviness. Daniel sees the way his hands clench into the sheets, how his thighs jerk and the tears stream down his face. He just doesn’t care anymore, he loves Max seeing like this.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moans. Max is tight around him though he feels him practically suck him in. “So fuckin ggood. I know why—why men love you, Max. You act like their own personal whore… even better than a real one. Better than a real woman, fuck, shit!”

He places both hands on Max’s hips, making him stay still as he rams continuously. He doesn’t want to cum too early, end this too fast. But Max is good, he’s too good. The boy takes cock so well even in this heavy state, not being able to say any other word than the man who is inside of him. So stupid on cock that he can’t do anything else, poor boy.

Daniel fucks him without mercy. His movements built off of tension that surrounded them for years. He’s eager to feel this, to truly experience what Max has been flaunting for years. Tight fireproof suits, short shorts, and tales of his infidelity all running in Daniel’s head as he finally takes him.

He’s close. “Max, fuck, Max,” he keeps repeating as his thrusts slow down. He moves slower but deeper, his balls grinding against Max’s ass with each move. He watches his stomach portrude a little. He notices the wetness of his stomach, seeing as Max finally let go of himself.

Pulling both of his legs up, he presses Max further into the bed. It’s so easy to move him around like this. His legs are pressed against their chests, put into a mating position as Daniel fucks him slow and deep.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moans. “Been waiting to breed you like this forever. I’ve never wanted you so much in my life, Max.” He keeps saying his name, a prayer in his tongue as he finally kisses Max. It’s something he should’ve done a long time ago.

He appreciates the way his mouth tastes as he cums inside of him. Daniel makes sure to press deep, grinding more to milk himself for all he’s gone. He’s determined to keep Max full, get him pregnant even when it’s impossible. The need to claim Max however he pleases overcomes him.

Pulling away from the kiss, despite everything in him telling him not to, he adjusts himself so Max’s hips lift off the bed. His cock is softening inside of him but he keeps it there.

“Giving you want you want, Max,” he grunts, focusing hard to release inside of him. “Dirtying you up, using you however I want… God, Max, you’re so spoiled.”

He drank so little but he’s able to use Max like a toilet, pissing inside of him and letting the liquids in him mix. Before he runs out, he pulls out and finishes on Max’s chest. Like a dog, he’s claimed Max.

The drug lasts long, Daniel has made a point of asking for the longest lasting one. Max is still out of it, though his eyes are more conscious now. Daniel reckons he’s got until past midnight, excluding the exhaustion that Max would feel after more rounds.

Daniel smiles at the sight of Max’s still red cock. That drug really does work wonders. “You’re so cute,” he kisses Max on the cheeks. “I’m gonna get some more water and we’ll continue in a bit, yeah? I’m not as young as I used to.”

Max doesn’t laugh at his jokes, not now anyways. But he appreciates the little face he makes and the sniffle he lets out. He’s gonna keep Max awake for the rest of the night. The camera behind them keeps rolling.

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . YESSSS finally i let my demons out. ya'll. thank you so much to my baba again for providing me with amazing tags and also thank you to my college's computer for being there for me as i wrote this. happy birthday to max, hope you get a good dicking . ˎˊ˗ ᝰ. ──── 📨 @delululeclerc @hiireadstuff

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[foudreika]

F1 Rainbow Illustrations

All the rainbow illustrations I did between last year and this year! :D Always super satisfying to put them all together lol

[f1amour]

「 ✦ F1 GRID — LETS GET PHYSICAL

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 navigation. | requests — open | main masterlist (coming soon)

drivers included | max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, franco colapinto, lewis hamilton

description | drivers and their favorite kinks

content warnings | mature content ahead — 18+ only, minors do not interact

authors note | hope everyone enjoys reading this one! if you have any requests for drabbles or blurbs involving those i write for please send it in and i will try to get it out as soon as possible <3 *not spelled checked*

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— 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 ¹

҉ PRAISE KINK !

— whether he praised you or you praised him; max verstappen was an absolute whore for praising

— both in public and behind closed doors he would take the praises only from you. being a three time world champion as many reminded him of his accomplishments he’d down play it. but you? oh he loved when you’d sing his praises

— “you did so great out there, maxie. no one does it like you.” praising him in public after a great race would look like that. behind closed doors was another story; “right there, max. fuck you’re doing so well keep going.” “only you know my body, no one compares”

— on the other hand max loved praising you and he was an absolute menace for it when he’d have you bent over the bed fucking you with his hands gripping your hair; “come on, baby. squeezing me so tight you love being handled like this, hmm?” “you’re doing so well for me, baby.” “such a good girl for me.”

҉ QUICKIES !

— max loved taking his time with you but with his busy schedule especially on race weekends he couldn’t give you enough time. however, he always made the most of the 10-20 minutes you had together on any occasion.

— whether it be 10 minutes before he’s gotta go out for the national anthem or 15 minutes before he is due to attend the press conference he would grab you and take you in any room that had a lock. “fuck that’s it, you’re doing so good for me baby.” “gonna have you cum three times before i gotta be out there in ten minutes. you like that?”

— 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 ⁵⁵

҉ HAIR PULLING KINK !

— the man has beautiful hair…how can he not have a hair pulling kink?

— carlos loved pulling your hair whether it was while you rode his cock or he was taking you from behind; he loved having his hands in your hair

— but it was when you pull his hair that really gets him going both intimately but whenever you’d be watching a movie or out with friends your hand would go to the nape of his neck and travel up to his hair giving it a soft tug

— between your legs carlos is eating you out both sloppily and hungrily, tongue against your aching core his fingers now at your entrance giving you extra pleasure when they’re stretching you out, “fuck. just like that carlos,” you tangle your fingers in his hair giving it a rough tug when he rubs his thumb on your clit

— every thrust his fingers would give your cunt and tongue giving your folds so much attention you’d tug his hair closer to your pussy if that was possible; “fuck, baby, do that again. harder.” “god, hermosa, gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep pulling my hair like that.” “right there, keep doing that princesa. wanna suffocate in your pussy.”

҉ DIRTY TALK !

— his native language being spanish played a role in his love for dirty talking he loved the reaction he’d get out of you when you’d hear him speaking to you in spanish

— morning, noon, night; carlos fucked you any moment he had some free time which was rare but on those occasions he did he make sure to speak his dirty thoughts of you: and to you

— “fuck, my good girl, chokin’ on my cock” “that’s it, hermosa. let them all hear whose fucking your tight pussy…the only man who makes you cum.” “te ves tan perfecta para mí de rodillas llena de mí. mi bella princesa.”

— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 ¹⁶

҉ ORAL !

— charles loved having you on your knees mouth stuffed with his cock. your lips showing his tip some extra love with a few kisses after finishing in your mouth and you’d take him once again pulling him in your mouth again for another round.

— what he loved the most though? spending hours in between your thighs giving you multiple orgasms until you are begging him to stop (very rare to want him to stop)

҉ ROUGH SEX !

— despite seemingly carrying a calm demeanor around friends & family behind closed doors charles loved being rough with you in bed. especially after yet another week where ferrari fucks up his race he feels the best place to let out his stress and anger is on you. which you gladly took.

— rough and sloppy kisses you share entering his hotel room to his rough hands pushing you onto the bed and fucking you with his fingers until you’re squirting all over him and the bedsheets.

— your face pressed down on the mattress while he takes you from behind arching your back and yanking on your hair pulling you close to his chest he’d give you another rough thrush while whispering the most vulgar sentences to come out of his mouth.

— 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 ⁴

҉ COCKWARMING !

— sometimes being weeks apart from each other you wanted to feel as close as possible while catching up on what you’d miss. you’d get settled on his lap moaning at the feeling of him stretching you after being gone for so long. you’d get comfortable and you would both talk about what you had been up to the last few weeks

— streaming with max you’d make sure his camera was off before you climbed on his lap. he would be confused as to what you were doing but the moment you take his cock out of his briefs and sinking down on him he’d hold his moans in and grab your waist pulling you closer.

- turning his mic off he lets out a whine when you rock your hips against him, “fuck, baby, can’t do this right now i’m so close to winning.” you’d agree with him and tell him to finish the game you’ll just wait for him; still sitting on him with his cock deep inside you. safe to say he lost the game just to play again, enjoying the feeling of his cock resting inside you

҉ SHOWER SEX !

— lando loved it when he’d be showering and you’d join him halfway through giving him some extra attention that he desperately wanted. he loved the intimacy about it when you’d help rinse of the shampoo in his hair or how he’d glide the body gel all over your body

— you loved it when it was a post race win or podium and he’d drag you to the small bathroom in his drivers room and shove you against the shower wall giving your pussy some extra love while you pull on his hair before he would have his cock shoved deep in your aching cunt, getting some loud moans out of you which he’d cover up with a kiss

— 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⁴⁴

҉ PHONE SEX !

— being a formula 1 driver was a demanding job which required lewis to travel almost all year long and you couldn’t always go along with him due to your job. you missed him all the time when he was gone but especially on the days when you were extra needy were the worst

— that’s why he’d stay on the phone with you all day despite his busy schedule. he’d have one airpod in while having to be in a meeting not listening to the less important subjects so he’d listen to you and what you were doing for the day

— but then on days where your vibrator wasn’t enough you’d call or facetime your boyfriend begging him to help you through your orgasm, it also helped that he had the most soothing voice that constantly brought you to tears when he’d have your face shoved on the mattress, ass pressed against him as he fucked you

— “oh…’m so close, lew” you’d whimper through the facetime call, your phone propped against your nightstand while you grind your aching cunt against a pillow. desperately needing more release your reach to rub your clit when lewis’ voice fills the phone, “i didn’t say you could do that, did i?” he questions, he was due to be in the media pen in 10 minutes but he wouldn’t let you take the easy way out to cum before he left

— “please, baby, need to cum please,” you beg lewis as your movements speed up. “don’t use your hand. keep fucking youself on my pillow, i’ll be home in a few days and take such good care of you. that’s it baby, be a good girl and cum for me.” his encouragement is more than enough to have you squeezing your breasts and nipples as your release spills all over the pillow

҉ MIRROR SEX !　

— you weren’t sure if it was you or lewis who decided adding a mirror to the ceiling of your bedroom was the best option for your sex life but either way you were two happy people

— you enjoyed watching lewis fucking you his eyes meeting your through the mirror; he loved having you bounce on his cock watching the way you threw your head back moans filling the room. he loved it so much he requested his drivers room to have a mirror on the ceiling as well. after many warnings not to they finally gave in and gave him what he (and you) wanted

— his hand around your throat with two fingers deep inside your pussy he’d whisper dirty thoughts into your ear, “you look so pretty for me like this. wanna see you cum for me, sweet girl. that’s it you’re squeezing my fingers so good,” you’d bite your lip trying to suppress your moans in the small room knowing anyone walking by could easily hear you

— 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 ⁸¹

҉ DRY HUMPING !　

— again, being a formula one driver was a demanding sport. a demanding sport that kept your sex life with oscar very low many, many, many times. so when you had the chance to feel a little bit closer to your boyfriend you took the chance.

— whether against the wall of his drivers room with your clothed pussy rubbing against his race suit or in bed on his lap before ha has to catch a flight to the next race; you were both absolutely infatuated with each other and dry humping

— drivers room; oscar would be leaned up against the wall while your hips grind against his thigh, “osc,” you whine as he moves your panties to the side rubbing your clit while you con the to fuck yourself on him, “shh, be a good girl for me and stay quiet. then after the race i’ll stuff you full of my cock all night.” his words have you biting down on his shoulder as you cum all over his thigh

҉ SQUIRTING !　

— he had discovered this one night while you both watched a movie, laying between his thighs your head pressed against his chest his hand trailed down to your shorts pulling them off with nothing else underneath he worked his fingers inside you. soon enough you had squirted all over his hand and bedsheets; a first for both of you

— that just started something inside oscar which was wanting to make you squirt any chance he got. you could be exhausted from work or a long flight but you’d let him have his way with you. at the end you’d be filling the room with sounds of pleasure as his fingers or cock fucked your tight cunt until he reached the exact spot that had you squirting all over him

— "so wet for me, and so fuckin' tight." "i can feel how close you are baby, gonna make a mess all over our sheets, hmm?" he praises you, his fingers curling deep inside you. his groans and your moans fill the room as you squirt all over his hand and sheets making a mess like he had said. pulling away from you he now plays between your thighs and smiles up at you, “time to clean this mess up.”

— 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 ⁴³

҉ DIRTY TALK !　

— you’ve seen franco in interviews he was a talker so it wasn’t a surprised he was a talker behind closed doors as well. he had a filthy mouth on him when it came to you and he never stopped praising you

— “eso es amor, apretándome tan bien. let me hear your pretty moans.” “cum all over my cock, amor. fuck, fuck—look so perfect for me.” “gonna let me fuck you against the door? gonna make sir everyone hears what a filthy whore you are.” you’d think by now you’d get tired of his constant yapping (sometimes you did) but when he fucked you? you loved hearing his voice the entire time

҉ ORAL !　

— the man was good with his tongue what more could you say? he was infatuated with having his tongue on your pussy for hours on end tasting how sweet you were. buried between your thighs as your hand stung on his hair, whines and moans escape your mouth begging him for more

— “franco, ‘m so close, right there,” you gasp feeling his tongue poking in your cunt as he devours you, “es todo princesa, déjalo ir por mí. mierda. sabes tan dulce.” you cum and he doesn’t let a drop escape his tongue as he licks you clean

— 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎 ³ [retired]

҉ THIGH RIDING !　

— the man had a tattooed thigh…how could you not want to ride it? it first started on a night out with friends enjoying the sunset at the beach when daniel placed you on his lap your hand traced circles on the tattoos that littered his thigh; one thing led to another and you snuck off to the car and he let your imaginations come to life

— at a club filled with loud music and dark lights you’d take advantage of the moment and grind yourself on his thigh enjoying the feeling, at home while he works on sending out some emails you’d keep him company with your core pressing against his thigh, anyplace and anywhere you were a menace for his thighs

— he loved it too, so much he’d started adding some more tattoos to his collection on his thighs which made you even more excited to ride him only to wait until he was healed to do so. you could ride his other thigh but something about fucking yourself on his tattooed thigh felt so so much more enthralling

— “you look so pretty like this, ridin' my thigh...makin' yourself cum.” “make yourself cum on my thigh right now, good girl. feels good, doesn't it?” his encouraging words bringing you to your third orgasm of the night just form riding his thigh, “come on, honey, gonna give me one more then i’ll fuck you for however long you want”

҉ FILMING !

— daniel loved having videos or pictures of the activities you got up to in the bedroom with each other. he loved watching the videos while he was away from you weeks on end. however, he loved it more whenever you got the chance to film each other especially for fun not because he’ll be gone for a few weeks and needed someone to fill the void

— daniel comfortably laying down between your thighs lapping at you like there’s no tomorrow, “danny, feel so good…oh,” you whine trying to hold the camera that was pointed at him steadily but you were so close. “that’s it baby, cum all over me you taste so fucking sweet. could never get enough of this,” he says only getting a second to breathe before he’s diving back between your thighs to bring you to your second orgasm of the night

— you loved the risk of having an album on your phones that were filled of videos and pictures of the two of you or sometimes of just one of you. you’d created a small album curated for daniel filled of pictures of you in lingerie or fully nude; the videos were another story. filled with you fucking yourself with your fingers, vibrator, a pillow; you made sure daniel was fulfilled for the weeks he wouldn’t have you

— daniel made a small photo album for you as well more so filled of the two of you, he knew how much you loved rewatching the videos of you two fucking. you loved the way he propped the camera against the nightstand and had you riding his cock until you begged him to let you cum or the time he fucked you in his drivers room facing the mirror on his door his hands on your breasts squeezing them while you rode him back against his chest holding onto the camera shakily and almost dropping it when he’d thrust up into your cunt

[maxivstappen]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto

🎙️:: i know i said i want to write more angst but after dylhitm i felt like finishing this. this might be nastier than the fwb one so beware and have fun! (ALL of these are rushed and i know that carlos didn’t exactly steal them but who cares)

SUGGESTIVE !! [can’t link my mlists so pls look at my navi!]

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

taglist :: @norrisdriver @simonsrileyhusband <3

[f1-disaster-bi]

Based on 9-1-1 rewatch:

"Still saying this isn't a curse?" Pierre rolled his eyes as he glanced across the cockpit of the truck at his partner. Lando was watching him, eyebrow raised and judging him as they were heading back to the station. They were seven hours in to a twenty-four hour shift that had started with their new probie, Oscar, mentioning the dreaded Q word and sparking chaos across the team. Pierre had laughed at Lando and Daniel's panic because curses were ridiculous. The idea that a probie saying the word quiet had caused them to have non-stop calls. As the hours ticked by, Pierre had watched Daniel and Lando go down a rabbit hole of tricks and google searches on how to break the jinx while their Captain, Sebastian shared looks and ignored the conversation as best he could while managing some of the weirdest calls they had had in the last year. "We had to catch a turkey, Lan, I'd hardly call that a curse", Pierre laughed, knocking his boot against Lando's as his partner huffed. Pierre knew the huff was just a joke. His boyfriend wasn't really annoyed with him, they were just all tired and on edge, waiting to see if they'd finally get back to the station and be able to eat before the bell went again. "A violent turkey", Lando muttered, stretching his legs out to rest on the chair across from him and beside Pierre. A little smile appeared on his face when Pierre wrapped a hand around his ankle. "At least it didn't try bite your nuts", Daniel snorted, making them all chuckle a little because they had all seen the turkey when it had gunned for Daniel's crotch before they caught it. "As if I would let anything near my crotch, unlike you Mr Got-Caught-In-The-Bunk-Room", Lando teased, knocking his elbow against Daniel's side as the other glared at him. "How is Detective Verstappen these days, Daniel? I've seen less of him since that day", Sebastian teased, turning from his seat as Lewis. in the drivers seat, snickered beside him. "Fuck you both", Daniel glared before he turned to look at Lando and Pierre accusingly, "And its not like you two can talk with the way you snuck off to the showers the other day"

Lando had the decency to blush, but Pierre just grinned.

"I have a five year old at home, and at least we were off the clock", Pierre defend as he rubbed his thumb across the patch of skin that showed above Lando’s boots.

"I preferred it when you guys were arguing about the curse and not discussing all the places you've been inappropriate in our house", Sebastian sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, making them all laugh.

"You can't say shit man", Lewis teased as he started to back into the truck bay, Ocon waving him after hoping out of the ambulance, "I don't think there's an inch of this place that Sargeant Button has thoroughly explored with you"

The admission about the Captian and his husband had them whistling (Daniel), cackling (Lando and Lewis) and making "oooooh" sounds (Pierre), or at least they were until they were almost about to jump out of the truck only for the alarm to start blaring again as they sighed and Lewis fired the truck back up.

It was going to be a long shift.

[disasteraleks]

You wish you never ever met h̶e̶r̶ him at all

This took way too long and I'm not entirely sure I'm happy with it, anyway...

[rex-rambles]

➤ OOPS? (F1 TEXTS)

summary: the f1 grid call you by the wrong name

pairing: max verstappen, oscar piastri, lando norris, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo and carlos sainz

warnings: mentions of infidelity (all jokes), slightly suggestive in lando/daniel's

➤ MASTERLIST

a/n: would yall want me to add more drivers to these?? like lewis/george? let me know :)

[andcars]

# 𝗠𝗔𝗫𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 : 𝗩𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗫 ─── IT GOES BOTH WAYS MASTERLIST⠀MAXTOBER⠀REQUEST ME⠀TAGLIST⠀PATREON GUIDE⠀

DANIEL RICCIARDO IS GIFTED AN AI APP that's built for perverted fantasies. he gets a taste of the max verstappen within the app and gets more than he bargains.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EAT . . . # dubious consent, voodoo sex, mind control, body and emotional manipulation, mind break, semi-public sex, masturbation, austin grand prix 2024, canon compliant, pining daniel ricciardo, infidelity, AI porn app gone wrong (turned sexual!?) WORD COUNT. . . # 5.6k

If Daniel had a penny for every prank pulled on him, he’d have the same amount of yachts as Charles Leclerc. It’s not odd for him to be pulled and joked around. So getting a random text from one of his old buddies about some celebrity AI porn app, he knew he was gonna be on a ride.

He ignored it at first: ‘Looking for free Taylor Swift nudes? Check out ‘LOVE ALL’ where all your dirty fantasies come true! link333.io/xYozTT8v’ He had to message back later if his friend was okay. To which he responded with a phone call—

“Holy fuck, dude, you would not believe it,” he said. Well, he’s right about not believing it. “I swear, it’s so fucking realistic. I just dreamt of her riding my co—”

“Woah, okay,” Daniel laughed. He’s in the middle of a workout, his earbuds in and sweating from the exertion. “You need to learn to keep it PG sometimes. I thought you were abducted and forced at gunpoint with your text.”

If Daniel had a penny for every prank pulled on him, he’d have the same amount of yachts as Charles Leclerc. It’s not odd for him to be pulled and joked around. So getting a random text from one of his old buddies about some celebrity AI porn app, he knew he was gonna be on a ride.

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🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . shoutout to my BABA who read this first and proofread it. this goes out to you and to all maxiellers who love a good dirty max and daniel fic 😋😋 because i love this so much, i might put this up for public release soon enough but for now i'm putting my baby on a podium. anyways, still depressed over no daniel. good luck in p2 tmr maxie ˎˊ˗ ᝰ. ──── 📨 @delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @Tribbisweetdear @jamie2305 @Yunnie-f1 @mv1simp