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gaping, helmet/mask, caught for maxiel

doing a little double-entendre for caught

kink list here

XXX

By the time Daniel herds Max into the nearest room with a door that closes--a storage closet by the looks of it, piled with boxes, one of them spilling Red Bull polos in their crinkly packages--he's so desperately horny that he's actually light-headed. He usually doesn't get the spins like this unless he's been drinking lots, or maybe out on the first free practice after a long vacation. But Max, he--

"Show me," Daniel demands. Begs, breathless.

"Hold on a second," Max says, voice muffled behind his helmet. He sounds like he does on the radio, and Daniel makes a mental note to dig up those recordings later. How well could Max have hidden it, giving feedback to GP or cussing when things didn't go his way?

Max struggles to get the helmet off. The HANS is still clipped to it, and it's snagged on something.

"No time," Daniel snaps, going for the zip on Max's suit and yanking it down. He dropped his own helmet and gloves on his car, and it's too bad that Max didn't do the same, but Daniel needs to see.

Daniel shoves down the sleeves of Max's suit, and the HANS comes undone with a gentle give, just caught on some thread. He spins Max around and pushes him up against the wall. Then, finally, he wrangles Max's suit over the plump curve of his ass, taking his snug briefs along with it.

And there it is: the plug Max said he'd put inside himself, just before they went out for Q1. The wide, translucent silicone base is snug between his cheeks. And also like Max had said, it's hollow. He's gaped wide open and Daniel can see right through to the dark, warm core of him.

Max is panting inside his helmet. "Well?" He asks. "What do you think?"

He'd been in the car with the plug inside him. It was probably vibrating with every turn.

"You slut," Daniel gasps, reverent. He puts two fingers inside the plug, inside Max's ass, and Max probably can only feel the echoes of sensation. He's completely vulnerable to whatever pleasure Daniel wants to take from him. "You're so hot, Max, god."

"If you come in me, it will probably leak while I'm driving again," Max offers, and Daniel stops breathing for a moment.

They really don't have the time. The whole rest of the garage is on the other side of the door. Any of them could walk in at any moment--it's not like it locks from the inside. They really really don't have the time, but Daniel hauls Max's body back against his, and grasps Max's full, sweaty tits through his fireproofs.

"You wouldn't be able to hold it in. My come," Daniel says. He mouths across the back of Max's helmet, tasting gas fumes and salt, the surface lightly gritty from the sand blowing across the track. He ruts his clothed cock against the ridge of the plug like an animal.

"It would get all over the place," Max agrees.

Daniel whines and licks the helmet, laves his tongue over Max's logo on the back, leaving a shiny trail through the dusting of grime. "Wanna fuck you so bad. Want you covered in it."

An announcement pings through the garage. "Hurry up," says Max.

"I know, I know," Daniel says, and at the same moment, the doorknob rattles. Daniel throws himself back against the door, pinning it closed. Max scrambles back into his race suit as they both hear someone say what the fuck on the other side. They look at each other, eyes wide. Not that Daniel is looking, but they probably both have enormous boners right now. Probably visible from space.

"You wait," Max instructs after they hear the receding footsteps. "I'll go out first."

"What? No," Daniel says, because he's not going to slink out behind Max. "I'm first."

Max huffs a breath into his helmet. "No, I'm first--"

"Max, c'mon, I should be first--"

"No, you're going after me. I'm first--"

"If anyone is coming second, it's you--"

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what ships are you open to writing for the kinkmeme thing? 💗 don’t wanna give one that’s completely out of left field hahah

im pretty open to anything? i don't think that much gives me the ick, but maybe there's some ships that i don't fully understand the ✨️lore✨️, if you're open to me misinterpreting your blorbo and his blorbo

safe bet that if ive posted about it here them im down to clown?

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kink ask prompt list inspired by @1425fivefive; kink generator found here

send me a ship and a number, and i'll write a drabble! there's some of my old classics on here, and some i've never tried before 👼💖 you can send me a combination also!

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if i also did the kink prompts thing...?

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Ready for some Valentine's chaos? Write something for the Roll The Dice RPF Smut Fest!

AO3 Collection Link + Rules

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In rbr teammates maxiel era of escalating gay chicken and sexual tension, who would be the first to be driven to putting his dick into the peanut butter jar, per your tags? 👀

(tags from this post)

i don't know why it's just instinctively daniel for me

okay, so maybe...maybe...

Daniel asks Max, just to make him giggle: "Hey, you ever fuck the peanut butter jar?"

And Max would say something like What, why? Who would fuck the peanut butter? That's so stupid, Daniel, and gross. You're so weird. But he's going bright pink and his eyes are squinted right shut as he busts a gut laughing and laughing.

So Daniel goes all don't knock it 'til you try it, and it becomes a running semi-joke, escalating until Daniel sneaks a jar of extra-smooth peanut butter into Max's driver's room for funsies. Max, not to be outdone, gets a spoon with a long handle and carves out a perfectly dick-sized-and-shaped hole. He makes sure the hole is wide and deep, and smooths the walls with his fingers. Then he gives it back to Daniel, does a whole big deal with putting it in a party bag and everything, big ribbon and all.

On receiving the peanut butter, Daniel's brain kind of explodes a little. Either Max was going to laugh at the joke and maybe prank him back, or else he'd really go through with it and Daniel could make fun of him about it for the rest of eternity. Phenomenal prank; no one gets hurt and Daniel comes out on top. But then Max did fuck the peanut butter, and Daniel can't stop thinking about it. And how big Max's dick is. And how it must have felt to squeeze it in there, the peanut butter going soft and slick and fragrant. He's thinking about Max's hand around the jar, pumping it up and down, giving it a little twist.

He should throw out the jar immediately, because Max's dick has been in there.

That's not what happens, though.

What happens is that Daniel twists open the lid, and pulls his cock out, and takes his guilty, hot, sloppy seconds, groaning and drooling about it.

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we need more jerk off scenes but ones that are depressing, pathetic, and lame. I wanna see the next it boy sobbing and stroking his shit face down

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meant to write findom/paypig; maxiel :)

kink prompts

Daniel's drifted to the other side of the bar over the course of the evening. People kept dragging him away, asking for him, and Daniel got brighter and brighter under the attention like a coin being polished. Max has been trapped in the same boring conversation for thirty minutes; the man talking at him doesn't seem to need any response to continue droning on, so Max doesn't give any.

Then, he sees Daniel at the bar, depositing the latest in his series of wine glasses, a sip of burgundy still sitting at the bottom. The bartender asks him something, and Max sees him scan the room again—and then catch Max's eye, and gesture at him. Max waves, going hot.

Daniel's long gone by the time Max makes it dutifully up to the bar. The two bottles of wine Daniel drank his way though were only a thousand euro each. It's almost disappointing.

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Max is streaming when he sees Daniel come in from his run. He keeps talking to Gianni, his sentence only breaking up a little in the middle as Daniel stretches in his peripheral. Someone asks a question. Daniel picks Max's wallet up off the entryway table.

"Oh, sorry, one of the cats," Max says, because they're laughing at him for not paying attention. Daniel doesn't look at him, shuffling through Max's credit cards and then pulling one out. He holds it in one hand, typing on his phone with the other. He walks until he's just out of frame of Max's stream, just out of reach of Max's arm.

Daniel's still typing, his eyes flickering between his phone screen and Max's card. Max is supposed to stream for another hour at least; Daniel knows that. But Max's car is in the wall again.

Finally Daniel looks up, smiles, and mouths thanks. He tucks the card into his shorts pocket, then pulls them tight against the outline of his dick, half-hard.

"I'll be right back," Max says, and turns off his video. Daniel's in the shower by the time he extracts himself; all Max has is an email confirmation from Piguet in his inbox.

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Max is on his knees between Daniel's thighs, Daniel's cock filling up his mouth, and Daniel's doing a wire transfer.

"I was thinking it would be fun to pay cash," Daniel says, flipping through photos of the 488 Spider on his phone. He doesn't even sound winded. "Like, actual cash. But that's gotta be heavy, yeah? Might look a bit ridiculous."

Max just moans, caving and getting his hand inside his joggers—but only for a second, before Daniel taps politely on his shoulder, and Max pulls it out again. "Not until I'm done," Daniel reminds him. Max isn't sure if he means not until Daniel's come or not until Daniel's got the money out of Max's bank account.

Max nods, tears balancing precariously in the corners of his eyes, and presses himself back down onto Daniel's cock.

"I could make you carry it all," Daniel says, stroking Max's hair away from his face. "You have to go to the bank and ask for all that cash. I wonder if they'd give you a briefcase or something? A suitcase, probably. And then you have to wheel it over to the Ferrari dealership and stand there while I sign all the papers."

Max's hips jerk forward against nothing. Daniel chuckles. "You'd be even more desperate then, yeah? Everyone there would see how hard it makes you. Me spending your money."

Max's body goes so liquid for a second he thinks he's come—but it's just a moment of blissful heat and then he's back to need. His mouth has gone sloppy and lazy, his hands slipping sweatily along Daniel's thighs, finding no grip. Daniel holds his face and thrusts once, then groans as he comes into Max's mouth. It spills off Max's lower lip as Daniel thrusts in a few more times, luxuriating.

"Alright, go on," he says, and Max scrambles to get his cock out, already dripping precome. He stares up at Daniel, dazed, and Daniel just keeps flipping through the photos on his phone. "I don't even like it that much, to be honest," he says, and Max comes hot into his own hand.

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Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in parc ferme after Qualifying ahead of the Italian Grand Prix | Monza | Saturday 2 September 2017 | Mark Sutton/Sutton Images

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Tired of not winning? Try harder!

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sebastian’s been practising (meme redraw)

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this picture is superior

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MAGAZINE COLLECTION COMPLETE! click here to see each one

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Serene-looking Daniel on the grid is one of the most beautiful things.

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you gotta hand it to him. man knows how to sell

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Just Daniel being beautiful and his usual cute self