#maxiel fanfiction

[flawlessassholes]

That’s Where I Am by @flawlessassholes

“Her name is Emily,” Daniel says softly. Max’s eyes snap down to the baby, still sleeping on Daniel’s chest. It’s—she’s snoring a little. In that snuffly way that babies snore. “Short for Emilian.” His eyes snap back to Daniel’s face, so serious, and Max knows it’s a joke, of course, but he still opens his mouth to say— Then Daniel’s face breaks into that wide grin, the real one, the one Max hasn’t seen since. Well. In a while. It feels at once so familiar, and also like seeing something rise from the dead.

There’s a month between Melbourne and Baku. A month to convince Daniel to return to racing. A month to learn and relearn how to love. A month for everything to feel right amidst a season that has felt nothing but wrong. A month to create a family, and a month to maybe lose it all.

chapter 1 ☀ chapter 2 ☀ chapter 3 ☀ chapter 4 ☀ chapter 5 ☀ chapter 6 ☀ chapter 7

max/daniel, explicit, ongoing | banner by me | fic tag

[prongsofficial]

about to publish the last chapter of my beloved daniel retirement fic :0 idk how to promote fics on here so here’s the link and that’s the most i can do: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57611881/chapters/146597725

[champagnechase]

new fic new fic new fic !!!

inspired by this poem, i wrote a lil fic about max and his relationship with loss (which sounds really serious but i promise it’s not)

mildly nsfw so no minors pls !

[tomatoricciardo]

i wrote a maxiel premed/medschool au set in the philippines *looks at my hands* what have i done?

link if you're interested ;))

[laura1633]

you are so cool laura, do you mind me asking for some charles/max/daniel action 🥵 max is insatiable i just know it

Hi lovely anon

Yes of course, I enjoy writing threesomes! And yes Max is definitely insatiable!!

I have had a go at writing a little something for you, hopefully its something close to what you want -

A Little Bit of Max Time. - Daniel and Charles spend the day giving their boyfriend all the attention he deserves.

[remapped-soul]

christmaxiel - day 1

Decorating for Christmas

max/daniel, 1327 words, sfw

On the first day of December, Daniel discovers the ornaments. It is an innocent accident. A coincidence, really. He doesn’t mean to get sidetracked, not when he has to finish packing before Max gets home. But as it stands, Daniel is alone in the apartment, and Max is out in the city, on last-minute errands. His suitcase sits on the bed, cracked open and empty. Various clothes are strewn around it, covering the rest of the bed. Sassy sleeps on one of his sweaters. Jimmy has found a nest between his band t-shirts. The only thing that it’s ready to be thrown inside is his toiletries bag.

He sighs loud and suffering. The cats glare at him, disturbed from their slumber, and Daniel doesn’t really blame them. It was his idea to spend half of Max’s winter vacation in Belgium, half of it in Perth. Max went along with it, a shrug of his shoulders, “Whatever you want, love,” followed by a kiss on Daniel’s cheek. Now Daniel has to figure out how to stuff clothes for subzero temperatures and 20+ Celsius degrees in one suitcase. Max’s suitcase sits neat and prim by the side of the bed, finished days ago. Daniel ignores it and the voice in his head that berates him for his atrocious habits sounds strangely like Michael’s.

“What should I do?” Daniel asks the cats. The cats ignore him. He goes looking for a duffel bag, thinking that it should fix the space problem. He finds it stuffed in the back of the closet, among unlabeled cardboard boxes. When he pushes them aside, one of them sings. It’s a strange sound to be heard in the dark recesses of his closet. He shakes it again, for good measure. It sings again.

Daniel looks at the clock. He still has three hours to pack, three hours to clean the mess in his bedroom, three hours to get everything ready in time to leave for the airport. No harm, no foul to take a peek inside the box. Except, it does. Daniel doesn’t expect to find Christmas decorations, all wrapped in their original packaging, tags with prices still attached to them on a flimsy string.

They moved in together during the summer, in a brand new apartment that was neither Daniel’s nor Max’s but that could become theirs. Daniel doesn’t remember Max buying Christmas decorations in the past, so he must have brought them with him, a relic of the old apartment.

Daniel sits down on the floor, pulls the box between his legs. He finds golden tinsel and red snow globes and a thousand fairy lights shaped like snowflakes. Daniel thinks about Max buying these in-between races and winter commitments and never getting to use them. Daniel thinks about goading Max into putting up at least a Christmas tree in his old apartment, and Max always says, “There is no time. I’m always away anyway, who is going to see it?” Daniel thinks about Max growing up without understanding what the Christmas spirit is, that it’s more than flimsy decorations and eggnog drank around the fire.

Daniel thinks about all of that and his heart tugs painfully in his chest. At that moment, the decision is not that hard to make. If he ends up travelling without clothes, Belgium has H&M stores and his mother probably kept his old clothes stored in a box somewhere out of a misplaced sense of nostalgia. He will be fine.

+ + +

The front door opens with a bang, and Max’s voice travels down the hallway, into the living room.

“Did you know that they make more than one type of gin?” he asks as he takes off his coat, his hat, his gloves. Daniel can see it all from where he is standing by the balcony door. “It took me nearly half an hour to decide what to get my uncle.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine with everything,” he answers, eyes trained on Max’s rosy cheeks. He wants to kiss him badly. “Did you find anything for your aunt?”

“Some fancy coffee. I’m sure she just wants it for bragging rights. It’s not like she’s been to Monaco to know about that coffee place.”

“She wants to brag about getting it from the Max Verstappen.”

It makes Max snort. Arms laden with paper bags and gifts, he wanders into the living room. He drops everything by the couch, and when he looks up, he stops. He stares.

Daniel can’t blame him. He would be speechless too if he’d get home and find it decked in Christmas lights and decorations. “Surprise?” he says and it comes out like a question. The skin of his palms hurt from how hard he pressed his fingers into it.

“What—“ Max can’t find his words. He turns and turns, eyes roaming over every surface, taking in every single light, every single decoration hanging from the furniture and floor lamps, from ceiling and curtains. His mouth opens and closes, like a fish. Daniel would find it hilarious if he weren’t so nervous.

“Uhm, I found the box. In the back of the closet,” he says, shifting weight from one foot to the other. “Do you like it?”

 “But we’ll only be back in January,” he says, eyebrows frowned in confusion.

“Yes, but the cats will be here. They should be celebrating Christmas as well.”

Finally, Max turns to look at him. The blue of his eyes shines so brightly in all that golden light. “The cats?” he asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He takes a step closer to Daniel.

As if on cue, Sassy slinks around Daniel’s legs, meowing. “Yes, you,” Daniel says and picks her up. She bumps her wet nose against his chin. He kisses the top of her head. Max gets closer, close enough to touch.

“It’s nice,” Max concedes. “When did you have time to buy all of this?”

“I didn’t. It’s yours. Like I said, found everything in the closet.”

Max places his hands on Daniel’s waist, pulling him closer, Sassy slipping from his arms before she gets trapped between them. His body feels like a small, precious thing in the expanse of Max’s hands.

“I must have forgotten about it,” Max says, smile only getting wider. His hands circle around Daniel’s waist, fingers pressing into the small of his back.

“You must have.”

Max leans in and catches the corner of his mouth in a kiss. “You did a great job.”

Daniel preens. “Thank you.” He presses the tips of his fingers against Max’s cheeks to feel the warmth of his skin chasing away the chill of winter. He doesn’t say I did it for you.

Max turns his head to kiss the other corner of his mouth. “Did you also finish packing?”

Daniel stills. “I was busy decorating, obviously.”

Max grins. “I can see that.”

“I did a very good job.”

“Victoria wouldn’t approve.”

“Your sister doesn’t have to see this.”

“Oh, but she will.”

Daniel groans. “You’re a menace.”

Max laughs. Pressed together like that, Daniel feels it reverberating into his bones.

“You like it.” Daniel insists as he presses his palms against Max’s chest. “Admit it.”

“I like you,” Max says and then he presses Daniel against the window and kisses him breathless for all of Monaco to see it. Them. Daniel’s toes curls in pleasure at the thought.

“I like you too,” Daniel says when he emerges for air, flushed to his hairline, fingers curled against Max’s neck. The window is cold and it sips through his thin t-shirt, grounding him. He wants to kiss Max again.

“We’re going to be late,” Max says, reading him correctly.

“You literally own the plane,” Daniel says, smiling.

“Vicky will kill us if we make her wait.”

That makes Daniel move, but not before he presses his lips hard against Max’s one last time, a promise for later to be fulfilled.  

original prompt list here

luna's christmaxiel master list

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi bunny!

Can I please have Belgian waffles, angel food cake and on the house ( hopefully that is the correct thing to say) with max or danny or both 🫶

Love all you have written 🫶🫶

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! it's great to hear what orders you come up with! as for this lovely request from @biancathecool thank you! and yes i can write for the other two drivers you sent in another message (their names escape me as i write this), but yes! hit me with it!! thank you! enjoy!

belgian waffles ("i cum in that every night.") + angel food cake ("if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you.") + on the house: coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen & daniel ricciardo (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, threesome, maxiel + reader, rivals au, ferrari!reader, cock & pussy drunk, degrading language/dirty talk, mean!max, mean!daniel, rough sex, dom/sub, biting/marking, possessive beheaviour, hate fuck, facials & back shots, cum eating

sharing was caring, at least in daniel's eyes. he had shared a lot of things over the course of his friendship with max verstappen. there were normal things like food, plane rides, they spent weekends together even. he could even recall a night austin when they both shared the same girl for an evening.

so it only made sense that daniel ricciardo would share his favourite rival. the cute little thing on the ferrari team. lucky number forty-seven.

max was mad by the end of the dutch grand prix. one clip from you, another from leclerc. he was getting pummelled by the prince and princess of ferrari on his home turf. and that left a bitter taste in his mouth as he hit his helmet against the wall once the race was over.

you dressed in your ferrari red, beaming at charles who came in first. ferrari took first and second while the lion of the netherlands barely clung to fifth. as you and charles sprayed champagne on each other and laughed, max could feel the anger in his veins.

and daniel was like the devil in max's ear, "hey max, seem kind of pissed." he placed his hand on max's shoulder, "you know, i'm seeing her after this... in my hotel room. you're free to join us, maybe get some of that anger out." he patted the other man's shoulder.

max's jaw tensed for a moment as he got a full view of you on the podium, laughing and waving. max couldn't very well put you under his boot, but he could make a mess of your pretty insides.

"we have a guest tonight." daniel chuckled as he served you more wine.

you were in the hotel room robe with very little underneath. you were tired of wearing clothes after being in that stuffy uniform all day. you happily accepted the wine and brought the glass to your lips, "guest? you didn't."

daniel chuckled and put the bottle down back on the coffee table, "word won't get out. he's good at keeping secrets." he patted your thigh.

the wine tasted good, expensive in a way that you weren't accustomed to. you had your fair share of grocery store wine, but the more that daniel lured you in with the finer things in life. it was getting harder to go back to your old ways. money couldn't buy taste, but it could buy flavor.

there was a knock on the door and daniel got up. you took sight of his ass in those the sweatpants he wore. there was no use looking formal, you were both here for the same thing.

daniel didn't say who the guest of the evening was. but you almost spilled red wine all over yourself at the sight of max on the other side of the door.

"daniel." you said, "not max."

daniel looked over his shoulder and smiled, "c'mon, princess. i can assure you that he won't hurt you... too much." that gleaming smile of his always seemed to get you into more trouble.

you put the glass down and kept your focus on the two men as max entered the hotel room.

"she looks good." max said as if you weren't in the room with them. you swallowed when he looked at you, "she looks better without the uniform on."

"max..." you said.

"well you know, mate." daniel smiled "i cum in that every night." your arrangement had been going on for some time. it didn't help that you lived in the same building during the off season and he'd often visit you in your driver's room. often to get a taste of that soaked cunt he adored.

your ears went hot as you replied, "danny, what the fuck."

max took a step forward and got his shoes off. he stood there in a white t-shirt and jeans. his eyes gazed with hunger on you. it made you close your robe a little more.

"princess." daniel said as he went back to the couch and pulled you close to him, "i think you own max an apology. you've been fucking with him, toying with him. i see how you look at him, when i mention his name you get wet." his grip on you grew tighter, "it's only right you make amends for your team."

you were soon seated in the middle of the couch between the two men. usually the routine with daniel was that you two would have some wine, indulge in kinky and he'd often cuddle you until you made a hasty escape back to your hotel room before anyone caught on.

but there was a look in daniel's eye that had you worried. it felt like you were between two lions who wanted nothing more than to sink their claws into you. chew you up and devour you whole.

daniel started to undo the robe you wore, while max held you face in a tight grip. you weren't going anywhere fast. daniel's lips were on the back of your neck, in a sensitive spot and max was kissing you deeply

"are you going to be good for us, princess?" daniel asked before he made you keep eye contact with max by holding onto your hair.

you looked into the other's blue eyes and swallowed, "you two are sick."

max raised an eyebrow at you before his gaze looked to daniel, "seems you haven't trained her." he spoke about you like you were a dog, not the second place of this weekend's race.

daniel got a hand around your throat and held onto it tightly, he tilted your head back to look at him. he said in a soft voice, "you're making my look bad. i promised our good friend max here a good night tonight."

you swallowed, you felt something boil in your stomach. like it was all going to boil over soon. you were sandwiched between two men who honestly hated you after the grand prix.

you looked at daniel for a moment before you said, "sorry, sir."

"and you'll be good for our friend tonight? treat him nicely. no teeth, no attitude?"

you nodded like an eager puppy and daniel kissed you on the lips. you were pushed up further against the australian driver as max pressed further into you. further being squished between the two men.

when you stopped kissing daniel, max captured your lips once more. you held onto the back of the couch with one hand as a means of some sort of support.

you were stripped of your robe before daniel made you get off the couch and onto the bed in the other room. you scampered away on shaky legs, basically exposed to both men. you could feel their gazes on you.

"why not the couch?" max asked, it would've been easy for max to fold you in half or toss you over the couch.

daniel chuckled and slapped his friend on the shoulder, "it'll be more comfortable for us on the bed. she's pretty flexible, can fuck her about anywhere. but i'd love for us to have a little more comfort." then got off the couch to join you with the dutch driver close behind.

you knew that if you wanted to keep your underwear in one piece, you had to get them off before the other men came. your kicked off your panties and your bra was on the floor before you sat on top of the bed, one leg over the other.

this all felt so sick, it was almost degrading. their stares and their words pierced through you and left your brain running on carnal desires.

you watched them come in, and you tried to make yourself appear a tad smaller, but daniel's voice made you sit up straight once more.

"show them off, princess."

daniel was on you first, he clothes went flying as he smothered you against him. he weight on top of you kept you pinned down to the hotel room bed.

he kissed you with a fever, only breaking it to get his t-shirt off over his head. you felt the leg of his jeans grind against your soaked sex which made you whimper.

he looked over his shoulder for a moment to say to max, "come on in, the water's fine." before he went back to kissing you with a heated passion.

max was slower to get his clothes off. everything came off slowly as he felt a throb between his legs. watching his friend make you a debauched mess.

daniel was a good friend, letting max have a taste of you. letting him sink his teeth into you. and you were such a good little girl for letting max enact his revenge for your little stunt on the track. maybe that'll teach you.

you were meant to look pretty for ferrari, their logo plastered across your pretty tits, not to get in the way of men like max and daniel.

daniel got away from you and propped himself on the bed beside you. his expression was wild and his cheeks were hot. "c'mon there, maxie! don't be so shy!"

max was in his briefs and you swallowed at you looked at him. even so physically exposed, his gaze remained stern on you. you knew he could crack jokes and be funny. but your (almost) win left something searing inside of him.

you swallowed and with a bit of confidence you crooked your finger at him, "yeah, mad max."

"wouldn't be so mad if you gave me a reason not to be, princess."

you swallowed and tried to bite back, in a last ditch effort to gain some sort of control between these two men, "maybe you should race better."

the corner of max's mouth twitched before he looked at daniel, "i'm taking her throat." before he got onto the bed and got himself up against the headboard, he gave his thigh a pat.

daniel was in your space once more, hand on your hip as he said, "you heard the man, hands and knees, princess."

you got between max's legs, your front pressed against the bed to give you the best chance to suck his cock. your ass was stuck up to give daniel a good angle as well. you were to be used.

you looked up at max, his cock pressed against your cheek. you let out a shuddered breath.

"not much of a princess." he said as he took your hair in his hand. his grip was tight, not enough to rip any of it out. but firm enough to guide you onto his cock.

daniel slapped your ass before he placed those large hands on your hips. he chuckled in response, "more like a whore. i wonder what ferrari would think of this? sandwiched between two other drivers. shame, shame." he rubbed his tip up against your wet slit as you started to suck max off.

max held onto your hair as you got your lips around his cock. he took back anything he said about you not being trained. you sucked cock like an obedient dog.

daniel noticed max's expression and chuckled, "i told you she would be good for you." their gaze's met and he added, "took her about eight months to lose that gag reflex. now she's the cock sucking champ of formula one."

max felt something unfamiliar curl in his stomach, "do you share her often?"

daniel shook his head, "no way. she's isn't some whore i give out at parties. we're friends, max. and she needs to learn a lesson."

max looked down at you and pinched your cheek, "if charles fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you." a threat about your teammate. that you were responsible for the entire team. to not upset the likes of max verstappen.

daniel was lapping this up. he knew that sometimes you could be a bit mouthy in the bedroom, so it was nice to have someone fill that gap. keep you nice and quiet.

you whimpered when daniel stuffed his cock inside of you suddenly and your back arched more which allowed the man to push further into you. you were drooling around max's cock, having it almost choke you.

"always wondered how she got in." max said idly as he ran his fingers through your hair. he kept an eye on how well you choked down his cock, "i know her daddy didn't buy her way in. she wasn't the best in any race she was in." he spoke like you weren't in the room. he pushed his cock deeper, your nose in his trimmed pubic hair, "did you give mister vasseur head, princess?"

you met his gaze like you were going to respond but the driver's cock in your mouth left you unable to form much of a sentence. max liked when you looked at him, below him. less than.

"danny won't pass you around, but i bet every head principal got a taste of you." max said, "i be you started with the best and worked your way down." he gripped onto your hair tighter, "whored yourself out for a good contract."

you whimpered, his demeaning words made you cunt tighten around daniel's cock. you were a good driver! you knew that! you came in second and these two were acting like you has the worst record in modern f1!

daniel smirked as he groped your ass cheek, threatening to bruise the skin with his grasp, "while i would agree with you." he licked his lips, "she had actually never had sex before we started to mess around. it only started because she just got so fuckin' turned on after races. taught her everything i could."

max's expression looked surprise, "oh.." he looked down at you once more, "seems you've been a good girl for daniel. i'm surprised, given that mouth of yours. but i guess you just need something to occupy it."

you whined as you felt daniel's cock deep in you. you were being fucked both ways. the princess of ferrari made a mess of. you held onto max's bare thighs and let out a small whimper as they continued their motions against you.

daniel seduced you early on with that laid back attitude, but the more he unwrapped about you. the more he knew that you were just a little slut waiting to happen. you had been a good girl your entire life and now handed a lot of freedom and piles of cash, you needed someone to reign you in.

thankfully daniel liked to keep his favourite rival on a short leash.

"i think after tonight, she'll be a little more gentle on the track." daniel pushed you further into the bed, which made max's cock hit past where your gag reflex used to be.

you felt raw all over, there were a few stray tears in your eyes. but yet it all excited you. letting these two enact their wrath over your second placement.

"she better be." max replied.

the two of them continued to fuck you and you were subject for wave after wave of pleasure. you felt sore all over. daniel's cock rearranging your guts while max's cock was cutting off proper air circulation.

depraved nonsense.

"prettier when she's quiet." daniel mentioned.

max chuckled in response, his cheeks stained pink, "of course she's greedy enough for two cocks."

daniel was the first to finished, he quickly pulled out and jerked off on your back before he finished all over your skin. covering your lower back in pearly white cum. you groaned at the feeling of it across your back, the mess that was made.

"don't cum until our guest finishes. it's called being polite, princess" he said, his voice hot in your lust ridden head.

you mouth on max was sloppy, the driver made sure that you were taking it all the way to the base. and when he was close to finishing, he pulled out of your mouth and stroked his cock until he made a total mess. letting cum land across your cheeks and up into your hair.

max rested against the headboard and looked at the mess he made. if only he had his phone.

"she's something else. if only she brought that energy to every race." daniel chuckled.

you whimpered and tried not to get cum all over the hotel sheets. the embarrassment of house keeping finding it made you want to die. but you weren't covered in cum for long. soon you were fed the cum all over your face and back by the men who put it all over you.

their fingers shoved in your mouth as you whined. their digits dragged across your teeth and the inside of your cheek. they made sure to get the seed all over your tongue so you'd taste them for the next few hours.

number forty-seven for ferrari was a good driver, but an even better cum slut.

-

you woke up in the morning rested against daniel's chest. while that felt familiar and all. there was no way both of his arms were wrapped around your waist like that.

you lifted your head and saw max holding you from behind. the previous night came back to you and you tried to move. but max's arms tightened around you.

"where are you going, princess? we're not done." max's sleepy voice could be heard.

daniel's eyes slightly opened before he pressed your head back to his chest. he held you there for a moment and added, "you're not getting away that easily."

your eyes went wide for a moment. the princess of ferrari had fallen into the jaws of the f1's most ferocious predators. you laid there for a moment, your hand across daniel's chest. you swallowed, there was no where you could hide that daniel and max wouldn't find you.

daniel gripped the back of your head for a moment. he believed in sharing with his good friend max verstappen. didn't matter if it was a slice of pizza, an extra euro for a vending machine, or the princess he had meticulously trained. <3

[whowebber]

[mvlionheart]

21 maxiel

Mini fic / Ficlet prompts (Open & extremely slow)

21. Things you said when we were on top of the world Max/Daniel | 794 words | Rating: Mature Everything is Red

Everything is cherry red. Max’s flushed cheeks. Lips glistening. He’s leaning against the side of someone’s candy-painted convertible and eye fucking Danny over the rim of a warm beer. He’s a shade more than sun-kissed, wearing a tight t-shirt he’d ripped the sleeves off of that morning, his normal khaki shorts, and a Dodge HEMI baseball cap with flames licking up the sides. Turned backward of course. 

There’s a forbidden fruit metaphor in all this that Danny chooses not to dwell on. He’s buzzed, high on the killer set they played earlier and thinking about that rainbow pack of condoms back at the shitty motel they’d copped for the night. They’d already used the red one, a shame really, but the sunset is painting the sky crimson behind Max and maybe that is enough poetic bullshit for the night. 

Max turns to look at him and it’s like a laser pointer, one of those annoying ones that kids shine in your eyes and you have to look away or risk damaging your retinas. Everything with Max is like that. Intense, focused, and for Danny—inescapable. 

He must look away too soon, a beer bottle raised to meet his lips as he studies the chipped paint of an ancient Subaru, because Max’s voice tickles his ear a moment later. 

Little shit is too fucking silent and sneaky when he wants to be.

“Are you pissed at me or something?” Max asks, and Danny doesn’t get it. Not until he pauses and examines his own expression in the side mirror of the truck he’s leaning on. He looks irritated, more than the slight itch under his skin of general impatience, he tells his face to chill out. 

“Nah, we’re good Maxy.” Danny turns a smile on him and Max’s frown deepens. “I mean it, the set was amazing. You played like a god. Everything was perfect. Is perfect.” He’s staring into Max’s blue eyes when he says it, it’s earnest and open and a truth Daniel can force past his lips. 

“It can be more perfect.” Max finally relaxes, Danny can see the angle of his shoulders drop a few degrees, and he smirks. He’s also thinking about the rainbow pack of condoms. Danny doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know that. 

“What color?” Danny asks and Max blushes, crimson blossoming on his cheeks. There’s that damn red again. He’s haunted by it. 

“Maybe green or purple, like that lollipop I had earlier.” Max licks his lips and it’s fucking obscene and Danny wants to suck on his tongue, imagines tasting that grape sucker he’d been downright lewd about eating during their acoustic set at the label’s tent. 

Danny had gone through two bottles of water, chugging one and dumping one on his head trying to keep from tenting the crotch of his skinny jeans in front of a live audience. 

“Or blue, although that makes me think about—” 

“Stop,” Danny interrupts, knowing the voice Max uses when he’s about to say some weird shit.  

Max's face splits in a wide grin and he starts laughing, a partial wheeze as he crosses his arms over himself and grips his sides. 

He’s too fucking cute. 

Danny needs to face fuck him like several hours ago. 

“You’re so annoying,” he says and tosses his elbow gently into Max’s ribs. Max straightens up, but the smile doesn’t flag at all. 

“And you have a big dick,” Max answers, smug, like he’s just delivered the title winning jab in a boxing match. “And the blue condom makes me think about this alien comic I read once.” 

Danny groans at the quick rush of Max’s words, speeding out of his mouth like a train before Danny can stop him. Stubborn brat. 

“Fuck you,” Danny finally answers, downing the dregs of his beer, grimacing at the warm foam. “Now we’re definitely not using the blue one, and I’m still going to be thinking about that later. If I can’t get hard, it’s your fault.” 

“Oh, we both know that’s not going to be a problem.” Max drags his eyes down Danny’s body, gaze settling below his belt. Danny’s dick twitches like an obedient dog. 

Pathetic Ricciardo, really just low. 

“And I will also be thinking about it later,” Max says.

“You’re a freak.” 

“Your freak.” 

Danny ignores the way that lodges in his throat. Doesn’t want to consider the truth of those words. Always fighting back the part of him that wants to take and take and see how much Max will give. Danny thinks it’s probably too much.  

“Fucking aliens.” 

“Yes, please.” Max laughs, tosses his head back and barks up at the sky. Danny thinks maybe Max could take and take from him in return. Danny might let him.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[adimouze]

- Marsad Aurangzeb, marsadistik

[dittaturamonegasca]

f1 fandom, once again ✨I SUMMON YOU✨ to do the devil's work. care to share with me a fanfiction formula one related that you strongly believe is THE fanfiction and that anyone should read? amaze me, destroy me all you want, i'm looking for some new readings ??? lestappen, maxiel, dando, landoscar, charlos, brocedes mostly??? but feel free to share anything (f1) if you feel it's worth reading, wheter it's yours or someone else's work!

[laeana]

It’s not a post for lestappen lovers sorry /!\ (read at your own risks)

Okay I’m sorry to say that and I won’t have people only liking me after this but I saw this video on Instagram ;

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And someone literally posted this comment:

And I’m like yeah he smiled after saying a lot of people what’s your point? 😭 the delusion is real for lestappen people who take any scraps, even non existent ones

So Max had a huge smile and laugh about Daniel, he laughed and smiled about Yuki and smiled about Checo so I guess shipping is living its fullest? Max barely smiles when he talks about Charles what do you mean 😭

“Max says Charles’ name in a video where he mentions almost all the drivers’ names, must be true love!” What’s next, they breathed the same air?

Sorry but I had to say it 😂

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

You're not a honey badger...

✨️Imagine✨️

1)

Max is standing in the doorway watching Daniel dancing to the music in the kitchen and trying to cook them breakfast. The Australian shakes his hips and shakes his head to the beat. He has not noticed the Dutch yet, although he only needs to raise his head. Max quietly approaches him, trying to walk slowly and carefully, but the whole idea is interrupted when Daniel still looks at him. He tries so hard there that he abruptly lets go of the knife, jumps away from the table, and raises his hands.

"What the hell?!"

The red panda. Yes, he looks like a red panda.

2)

Shooting another stupid Youtube video. Max finishes his second Red Bull of the day and tries to listen to a bunch of people who say what he will have to do for filming.

All their words pass Max by because he is focused on Daniel. Dan is chewing on the laces of his hoodie. Dan walks around the set. Dan makes faces at the camera, which doesn't work. Dan claps his hands, ruffles Yuki's hair, dodges Yuki's punches, giggles, jumps...Right now he's standing behind Max and pointing in his back.

Max turns around, puts his hands on the Australian's shoulders and makes eye contact.

"Sit down!" Max presses on Daniel's shoulders and Daniel sits down on a chair that is conveniently right behind him.

Max returns to the group of people responsible for this shooting and hears Dan's foot beating a familiar rhythm only to him. "He's like a restless puppy", Max thinks.

3)

There are good days, and there are not so good days. Daniel's car couldn't get into the points again, and Max's car turned into a lawn mower. Reporters were asking them the same questions again, about Daniel's resignation and Max's move to Mercedes. They were both exhausted over the weekend and were just enjoying the peace of their apartment.

They have been lying on the couch in the living room for five hours now and watching a documentary about some kind of jungle. Max is awake and asleep, but what remains constant is Dan's hugs. All the time they were lying on the couch, Daniel hugged Max with all his limbs, and when the Dutch was about to go to the toilet, Dan whimpered and refused to let him go. Only the reminder that they would have to throw out Daniel's favorite couch if the Australian didn't let Max take a leak made Dan unclench his hands. But he stuck back as soon as Max returned. He hugged his koala back tightly and kissed his curls. This is definitely one of the best days in recent months.

4)

They rarely go anywhere other than racing and their factories. But they were going to the club that day, Martin refused to be friends with them anymore if they didn't go.

Max was standing in front of the mirror and straightening his hair when Daniel's strong arms wrapped around his waist. The Australian rested his head on Max's shoulder and looked at him through the mirror.

"Hi, beauty, you're resting here alone?" Daniel said in a low voice and pushed his hips forward.

"Daniel, we're going to be late."

"It's not my fault that you look so beautiful. You should be banned from wearing that fucking T-shirt. It's hugging your torso too tight, everyone's going to stare at you."

Max pulled away from Dan's embrace and looked at his outfit appraisingly. Black skinny jeans, a black shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, a chain accentuating Daniel's strong neck.

"If anyone is going to be stared at, it's you."

"They'll stare at you, they'll stare at me, they won't let us rest." Dan hugged Max again and said in a low and drawling voice

"Imagine how great we can spend time at home. I'll make you a Gin and tonic, I can do anything else. Hmm?"

"You're snake tempter, Ricciardo. Your words are sweet, but the taxi is already waiting for us."

5)

Someone started this conversation again. Max is already used to it. Both, he and Daniel know that it's better not to get involved in something like this, but Daniel has already drunk three shops and two cocktails, so he took part in the dispute no matter what.

"Come on, buddy, your self-driving car is no longer a self-driving car, so you can't win anymore. Admit it, you're not as legendary as you want to seem."

Max wasn't going to be legendary, he just liked racing, he liked winning and he was good at it... until recently. Daniel, who had been laughing at some stupid joke before, suddenly became serious. His smile disappeared, his brows furrowed, and he could be seen clenching his teeth. Max lazily noted that it was worth reminding the Australian about the health of his teeth.

"Listen, buddy. You don't go there, you don't sit in the car, you don't accelerate it to such a speed that the stands merge into one line. His car may be crap right now, but he drives it well enough to lose only 2-3 points in the race. Others would have lost their hopes for the title two races ago, but he is still in the fight. 2-3 points, on at least the third, or even the fourth car in speed. So cover your mouth and drink your cocktail."

Angry, aggressive, ready to grab his opponent by the throat...hot...sexy. "Still the same honey badger." Max thought lazily and squeezed Daniel's thigh tightly.

5+1)

Daniel pulled back the curtains and turned at the movement in the bed.

Max has never been an early riser, especially after a night at the club. Daniel walks over to the bed and carefully lies down next to the Dutch. Max winces at the sun, pulls the blanket higher and buries his face in the pillow. He probably has a headache, but he will endure it until the last moment. Daniel reaches out and starts to sort through Max's hair, as he likes. The pain will subside a little and Max will finally be able to open his eyes.

The ping of the phone distracts Dan from his occupation. He takes his phone to the bedside tables and checks mail. It takes about two minutes before Max pushes his head into Daniel's shoulder.

"Why did you stop?" Max speaks hoarsely and looks at Dan with one single open eye.

Daniel chuckles softly and returns his hand to the hair of the Dutch, who buries his head in Dan's palm and exhales with relief.

"If he could, he would purr like a real cat." Daniel thinks with a gentle smile on his lips.

I may not be a honey badger, but you're not a lion either.

[fishhateme]

okay fine let's address the elephant in the room i've abandoned this blog BUT i needed to cope after singapore yall after a good two months of no contact with any media of my pookie danny and the subsequent exposure to THE maxiel paddel date (ft. temporarily adopted paddel prodigy??) i'm ready to be back on my bullshit

this time? angsty introspective danny and max comforting him, aka ao3 hasn't been hitting and im in crisis

if it sucks it's because i haven't written fanfic in ages (started uni and it kicked me in the teeth, the only reason i can justify spending time on this is because at this point it's a Coping Mechanism™)

also i know the whole part things is a pain in the ass but tumblr wont let me write posts as long as i want them to idk i hate technology i was born in the wrong century (id rather die of the black death at 20 than have to deal with hyperlinks again thanks for asking)

read it here

[mvlionheart]

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