uncontrollably fond

*under construction🚧* ☁Archive on search tag☁

[maxielonceagain]

Happy birthday to our favourite crazy, funny, cute, amazing (i can keep going but he would be 25 by the time i'm done) Maxy! 🥰❤️

Have this video of his happy little self i put together ❤️

[maxielonceagain]

Birthday boy! 🥰❤️

[maxielonceagain]

27! Happy birthday to Max todaaaay! 🥰❤️

[scuderiamint]

max verstappen is playing 4d chess while mclaren is playing patty cake in the corner somewhere

"maybe without the penalites, I could have finished in front of the mercedes, but then lando probably would have won the race"

p2 and p6 meant a 10 point loss

p1 and p4 would have been a 13 point loss

the incident that gave max the 20 second penalty ended up helping him in points technically lmao

[justadeadpoetinsociety]

cttos <33 pinterest

[earthtokhal]

I love this Pic so much.

[romanscool]

MAXIEL #9 KISS PROMPT OMG

#9: a kiss to shut them up - maxiel: sfw!

this was so fun to write, thanks a lot for the ask!!

anyways, enjoy.

->

Daniel knows he shouldn’t have trusted Max on this one. Not when it involved Max promising he wouldn’t get mad after a game of padel.

Because, the thing is, Max is shit at padel. He’s always been, and most likely will always be, because it’s been almost ten years of playing every Grand Prix week end and he still hasn’t won a game yet. Even against Lando, which says something. But. It’s not like Daniel is any better, though he often finds himself to be flexier than Max is, catching balls that his padel-teammate would never have, and Max does have a habit of pointing it out after. That Daniel is very souple. 

But, anyway. All this to say, Daniel should definitely not have trusted Max when he said that padel was always fun, even if they lost. Definitely even less when Max added maybe they might even win this time. Yeah, that should have been a hint for how this was going to end. 

They lost. Obviously. Except now, Daniel has to deal with a very frustrated Max who, when in this state, finds rambling very relieving.

« -d you even see what he did? Fucking Pierre always with his snarky comment, distracting us. He was very obviously cheating, I cannot believe he would even do that in that way. But, he was teamed up with Charles, so really, I shouldn’t even be fucking surprised ‘cause those two always do weird shit when they’re together-, »

Daniel always notices that Max’s accent pops out more when he’s angry. His red plushy lips lets out more lisp, and all the ‘th’ become ’t’, which makes him sound a little funny, and also a little harsher than he probably means to be, though right now, Daniel thinks he’d like to actually spit those ’t’s as Pierre and Charles. Fucking padel pair that always wins. Daniel should really, really have seen this one coming. 

They’re walking through the paddock now, about to get into their separate garages to start he Singapore qualification session, and apparently, Max still isn’t over their little game of padel last night. He’s been shooting death glares at any Alpine employee, which isn’t very fair, but it’s very Max, so Daniel didn’t comment on it. Since 10pm last night, he has let Max make big ranting gestures in front of him and explain everything that has been wrong with the way Pierre and Charles have played, how their strategy were ‘not fair play, and pretty fucking trying to fuck them up’ - Max’s words -. 

And Daniel is still listening and listening, trying to get into race mode, but he can’t, because God, he’s starting to understand where Max is coming from, because Pierre had made that little racket move to Daniel, that little wave just before he hit the ball, and that had distracted Daniel from the game, and god, why is Max making sense right now-

« -no, ‘cause, like, he should not have hit the ball this way, » Max is still gesturing angrily at whatever in front of him, eyes fixated on the ground, then the ceiling, then Daniel’s face and again on the ceiling, « because it made a little curve that no one could have ever thrown back! It’s so unfair, and Charles has always been this way, always throwing dirty moves that make us unable to fight back, always pushing me off track when I was beginning to win, and we were going to win last night, I felt it, but Charles with his fucking Pierre were so-, » 

Daniel kisses him. Like, hands on either side of his neck, tongue pushing past his lips and hips flush against each other’s kissing, and God, Max is still trying to speak when Daniel pulls away, so Daniel kisses him again, just to make sure he’ll shut up, because Daniel can’t keep listening to this and risk getting into unnecessary fights with an impossible opponent that is Ferrari and a team that’s been at the back of the grid for most the year, he’s supposed to be right at the middle, sandwiched between them. Not fighting. 

Max is the one to break the kiss this time, eyes big and round, breath a little panting from either his rant or the kiss, and Daniel really wishes it’s the kiss, and his lips a slightly parted, red and blotchy just under the freckle that sits so prettily, but they’re starting to move again, to form words, « Daniel, I do not-, » so Daniel has to kiss them quiet again. Max keeps trying to talk, gently but actually not very so, almost biting into Daniel’s lips as he does so, so Daniel puts a hand to his scalp, just behind the ear, rubbing soft circular motion there, and-

Max melts a bit after that. Daniel feels his shoulder slump slightly under his touch, his knees bend just a little and one of his hands settle in Daniel’s curls, and the other on his waist. He’s not trying to pull away anymore, not trying to speak, to argue, if anything, he’s pulling in, in, in, taking Daniel in his arms fully, touching everywhere, and now Daniel pulls away again, because he suddenly remembers they’re minutes away from qualifications and he’s got to get his head in race mode, not go easy on a Red Bull that he will most likely never cross, but who knows. 

Daniel has got to stop being so easily distracted. 

ps: might do an nsfw version of this prompt to post on ao3 for kinktober, let me know if you'd be interested!!

[riding-ricciardo]

When he asked “You good?”

[ancientsstudies]

Poseidon

The outer walls are rough gray stone with pieces of seashell and coral and look like the bottom of the ocean floor.

[ancientsstudies]

Hades

There are torches that burn Greek Fire twenty-four hours a day. The cabin is windowless.

[maxielonceagain]

Max is posting thirst traps! 👀🔥🔥

[bigdicciardo]

backwards cap daniel is my favorite daniel

[officialmood]

I may have managed to accidentally unfollow you whilst trying to send this ask (I love tumblr) and promise to refollow immediately.

Anyway, re Max maintaining eye contact in contexts where eye contact is not generally recommended: Mandatory drug testing pee senarios!

“Um, sorry again. For the inconvenience,” Daniel says, because Verstappen does not seem happy and they’re not making any—progress, so to speak.

Daniel’s coworker, Ancient Fred, has been at WADA for too long to be bothered. He’s got his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose, typing on his phone very slowly, like they’re not crushed in a tiny bathroom with a Formula One driver glaring at them, dick in one hand, sample cup in the other. But it’s Daniel’s first rodeo, so.

“It’s just, you know. Procedure. You know, obviously. Ha.” Daniel’s face is hot. He’s not looking at Verstappen’s dick. He can’t, because he’s trapped in the world’s strangest staring contest with Verstappen himself. Why he won’t just face the wall or look down at the toilet is beyond Daniel. Daniel has to watch.

“Stop licking your lips,” Verstappen says suddenly. Daniel didn’t even know he had been; he blushes even more. Ancient Fred is silent.

“Sorry, um. I’m not trying to make you, um. Uncomfortable.” Actually if Daniel could make Verstappen take all the discomfort of this situation off his hands, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He clenches his jaw, keeping his traitorous tongue in its place.

“No,” Verstappen says. Has he blinked even once? Daniel’s not sure. “It’s of course that I can’t piss when—” He laughs and gestures.

Daniel cracks. He looks at Verstappen’s dick. It’s hard.

“Oh,” he says, and Max licks his lips.

[vesrtapen]

???(&”/&@!! NO WORDS

[slutforpringles]

Only 3 Red Bull Academy Drivers went on to win a Grand Prix; Sebastian Vettel, Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo. A pretty astounding stat to consider, and really puts in to perspective just how insidiously cruel and self-sabotaging Red Bull's current efforts to, in every way possible, minimise Daniel's career and achievements

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo discusses who would be his perfect driver pairing at the goodwood festival of speed | 📹

thank you to @verstappentime for sharing ✨🫶🏼

[piastri]

formula one + text posts [1/?]

[souvenir116]

oh to be a steering wheel now

[yesloulou]

Ok, five schnitzels in five days, i've had. But one of them is a triple schnitzel, so really we've had seven. (x)