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lxndonorris · 1 year ago
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suit fitting the honey badger - Daniel Ricciardo
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Y/N x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (not too explicit, light) it's the first time Daniel is wearing his new racing suit x word count: 2180+
When your boyfriend Daniel told you about his return to Formula 1 for the remaining 2023 season, you couldn't be happier. The last few years of his career have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Even though he got along with his teammates and mechanics and was beloved by his fans, his results weren't promising. Daniel knew he was going to lose his seat sooner or later, but then his old team, Red Bull Racing, approached him, offering him a job as their reserve driver. He immediately agreed, reminiscing about his time with the bulls. Even though he was so happy, you both knew that it was going to be tough. They value competition and results above anything else, and now, sadly, one driver has to go, with Daniel able to take over the seat at Alpha Tauri. Formula 1 as a whole is a two-edged sword. One man's fortune is another's misfortune. Even though you were so happy for your boyfriend. He got another chance—another shot at living his dream among the royalty of motorsports.
Now, you're inside the Alpha Tauri Testing Center in Italy, pacing through a large room the team prepared for Daniel's suit fitting. While Daniel is getting changed behind a closed door, you cannot help but get more and more excited. You can hear him giggling inside the other room, and he's telling you things like how good it feels, how happy he is, and how it fits, but seeing it yourself is always a different story. It's always special to see him wearing that gear, and even though most people look so good in those clothes, Daniel is on a whole other level. While you're walking from one corner to the other, many different thoughts run through your mind, and you slowly get drawn into them.
Just moments ago, they handed you an enormous parcel before they left you for some privacy. The two of you were standing in front of a huge table, with a white box lying patiently on top of it. You were holding Daniel's hand as both of you looked down at the big carton, and even though you already knew what was inside, the anticipation and excitement were slowly but steadily overwhelming you. "Shall we do it then?" He smiled softly and turned his face toward you, doing the same. "Absolutely." You nod comfortingly when both of you turned your attention back to the box. "Now or never." He chuckled and removed his hand from yours to grab the lid of the carton. With a bit of a struggle due to it clinging to the box, he managed to pull it off, revealing a beautiful white and navy blue Alpha Tauri racing suit. For a while, you felt the fabric with the tips of your fingers, while Daniel did the same.
You've seen him in racing suits multiple times since his departure from actively racing in Formula 1, but this feels so different, much more important, exciting, and overwhelming. "Are we ready, Y/N?" Hearing Daniel's giggly voice echo through the room snaps you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn your attention toward the still-closed door. "I don't know." You say this, holding back a nervous chuckle while you take a few steps closer toward him. "Ah, okay then." He says this, and just by the tone of his voice, you can tell he's smiling brightly. "We're going to find out." Your heartbeat starts to race, just matched by the number of thoughts running through you again. You see the door handle move, opening the door so slowly that even more excitement is building up inside your entire body.
Just then, he comes into frame, his head peeking around the door, his eyes looking for you right away. "Hey." He says softly. "Hi.ii." Your voice breaks slightly, and your eyes wander down to his neck, spotting the collar of his suit. "Should I come out now?" He smiles even brighter, and before you can protest or say literally anything, he takes a huge step into the room, showing off his new suit. Instantly, you try to take all of him in at once. To make it even worse, Daniel strikes a pose, steadying his hands on his hips, lifting his chin, and giving you a teasing look. Exactly the look he'd give you when he is aware of how good he looks. It's different from his usual demeanor—more serious, flirty, even.
At first, you stare at his hair, loving his curls. Then, besides his beautiful face and beard, your eyes wander even further down his body. The suit flatters him perfectly. The fabric is gently but tightly encompassing his chest, shoulders, and arms, with all of him filling it beautifully. Daniel even looks a bit broader, probably because he is working out a lot to prepare for the season. Still, your eyes keep wandering down his form, enjoying every part of it. Especially the lower half of the suit is teasing you hard. The way his huge thighs are restrained by the suit, how the fabric is running along his waistline, and the way his package looks as well. He's wearing the entire thing, including his gloves and shoes. "So? How do I look?" Daniel's low voice is sending shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you very well. "Dan. You look so good." You say this, unable to pull your eyes away from admiring his excellent physique. Oblivious, you don't even notice him approaching you slowly until he stands right in front of you.
Gently, he places two fingers at your chin, lifting your head just enough so your eyes meet. "I knew you'd say that." He smirks and lifts his head just slightly, giving you another piercing look. You can tell he's so excited and happy to be wearing that suit just by the fire burning inside his eyes. Being drawn into him, you lean in as he does the same. Closing your eyes once your lips meet, you immediately melt into him, steadying yourself with both hands against his firm chest. At the same time, he places his hands at your waist, securely holding you in place. You kiss him once, then twice, softly at first, when you start to stroke his chest again and again. "Mhmm." Daniel, happy with this, purrs right into your mouth again, sending shivers down your entire back. For a few seconds, you stay like this before pulling away slightly, just enough for you to still feel his warm lips lingering on yours. "That feels so good."
He licks his lips and lowers his gaze, with his eyes now slowly following every move of your hands. While you enjoy that as well, you keep on stroking him firmly before running your hands to his shoulders, along his arms, and to his hands. He embraces your hands in his and intertwines his fingers with yours. Feeling his gloves, you think back at all the times you were with him inside the paddock, after qualifying, before and after the race, congratulating him on his performance. Thinking deeply, you lower your gaze and look at his beautiful chest. He knows what you're thinking about as he leans in once again to whisper into your ear. "We're back, babe." Daniel breathes against your skin, and you feel his body closing the distance to yours. Right away, you hug him tightly, and he embraces your body again as he starts to stroke the small of your back.
Just then, the familiar wooden scent of his cologne reaches your nostrils, calming you down as well. "I'm so happy for you." You say, closing your eyes again to take this moment in fully. "Thank you." He purrs again, placing a few soft kisses all over your neck, before he pulls away for you to have another good look at his body. "That suit looks gorgeous, doesn't it?" He says, looks down at himself, and motions for you to admire him wearing that suit again. "It does!" You smile comfortingly and watch him stroking his own chest now, again and again. "Isn't it too tight, though?" He narrows his eyes, looking at his hand, now feeling his pecs, before it wanders down to his abs and waist. "Not at all." You shake your head, knowing that he enjoys a looser fit. "You look good, Dan." Placing a hand at his neck, you lean in for another kiss.
Much to his amusement, you place your hands on his chest again, stroking him firmly once more. "And I love this so much." You smirk, causing him to do the same. "Oh, I know." Daniel raises both of his eyebrows, holding back an enormous grin. Keeping eye contact, you let your hands wander even further down to his waist, crotch, and thighs, with the tips of your fingers brushing over his excitement and his desire building up inside his suit. "I love it when you show it off." Biting your lower lip, you steal another quick kiss from his lips while Daniel enjoys the special attention he's getting right now. Together, you take another look, and once you see his name and number printed on the suit, you start to trace the letters with one finger. "I missed that." You say softly and turn your face back to Daniel, who's smiling warmly. "Me too."
He says as you keep on stroking him. Then a mischievous grin spreads across his lips. "Want to see more?" He says, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Daniel…we're not at home." You shake your head teasingly, with your hands now tracing the visible outlines of the bulge inside his pants growing bigger and bigger. "You're a naughty one, Y/N. You know that?" He licks his lips, but then he tilts his head. "But I can show you something else." Smirking, he reaches for his collar, unbuttoning it easily. "Oh?" You say, your eyes now at his neck, when he unzips the upper half of that beautiful suit. Daniel reluctantly takes a step back to get out of his suit. While enjoying him slowly undressing, you start stroking your own chest mindlessly. Just the glimpse of his tight fireproofs sparks a new wave of excitement rushing through every fiber of his body, but once he manages to slip out of his sleeves, you press your lips together, trying your best to hold back a gigantic smirk. As the upper half of his suit, the sleeves, are now hanging down his waist casually, he instantly strokes his chest again.
The fabric of his fireproofs clings to his skin, encircling his strong physique easily, even though all of his muscles are already testing its limits. "Fuck. So tight." Daniel holds back, but a soft moan escapes his lips as his eyes follow every move of his hands. He then looks back at you with an enormous grin spreading across his entire face. "What do you think?" Shaking your head, you approach him, placing your hands right at his tits, squeezing them lovingly. "I hate this." You hiss, kissing him again, while he bites your lower lip teasingly. "I know you love this." He hisses back at you, and you let your hands encompass his entire upper body again. It feels even better, with you loving how all of him is reacting to your slightest touch. Daniel enjoys you basically worshipping his form, and he lifts his chin again, his eyes telling you, that he wants you, right here, right now. Slowly shaking your head to tell him no, you run your fingers along his shoulders, and arms, as he starts to flex his biceps even harder. You feel him, and smirk.
"You're unbelievable, Daniel." You pout shortly and pat his chest, before running your hands down his body, with your fingers brushing over his erect nipples, through the visible outlines of his abs, and back to his crotch, with his desire still growing more and more. "You love me for that." He moans deeply and leans in for another passionate kiss, but then, there is a knock on the door on the other side of the room. "Fuuck." Daniel giggles, just remembering exactly where you are right now.
The door opens, and a few people come inside, and all of them smile at the sight of him wearing his suit. "How does it feel, Daniel?" A woman says, causing Daniel to blush slightly. "It feels… uh, it feels good." He says, exchanging a quick glance with you before he turns his body towards his new team. "Do you need help putting it on?" A man says, motioning for him to help with the upper half of his suit. "Oh…sure?" Daniel shrugs as the man helps him into the suit. Quickly, he closes the zipper and collar, hiding the excitement building up across his entire body. "Thank you." He says while you cannot help but giggle underneath your breath. All of them admire the suit, and you talk for a while before it's time for some interviews.
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lewisvinga · 8 months ago
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norman fcking rockwell pt. 2 | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader
part one.
summary; y/n decided to confront daniel after he embarrassed her at dinner.
warnings; cursing
word count; 685
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1
note; requested ! tbh i didn’t know how to write this bc i originally wrote pt 1 as a stand alone 🤒🤒so this lowk sucks my bad yall😞🤕🤕
‘born to die’ masterlist.
masterlist !
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“Sunshine!” Daniel called out after closing the front door when the last guest had left. The tone in his voice was back to the happy clingy guy Y/n knew behind doors.
“Why’re you cleaning everything now?” He questioned as he saw her standing by the running sink in the kitchen and cleaning the last of the pans, “Just clean it tomorrow. I wanna cuddle with ya’!”
“Not now, Daniel.”
Her cold tone made him almost flinch. She never spoke to him like that. He furrowed up his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s up with you, my love?” He questions, wrapping an arm around her waist.
She scoffs and shoves his arm away. She turns off the sink, quickly dries her hands then walks away from him. The Australian further furrowed up his eyebrows as he followed her to their shared room. “Babe?” He questions as she heads to the bathroom to wash her face and do her skincare routine.
Daniel was confused. He didn’t know why his girlfriend was suddenly all upset. He sat at the edge of their shared bed, lost in his thoughts.
“Are you about to start your period or something?”
His question earned him a glare instead of a verbal response as she poked her head out of the bathroom. Moments later, she appears in her pajamas. “C’mon, sunshine, just tell me what’s wrong? Did the food make you sick?”
“The wife has you tied down?” Y/n says in a high-pitched tone to mock his friend, “Well you know the Missus. Always bein’ clingy and wantin’ me around.” She scoffed, sitting on the opposite side of the bed and far from Daniel.
“What are you saying-“
“Now why don’t you be a lady and get us a couple more beers and more of those potatoes.” She finishes off, rolling her eyes at his interruption. “Seriously, Daniel? You’re ridiculous. Why should I expect anything different from a man around his guy friends.”
“You’re mad ‘bout that?” Daniel asked with a chuckle. He tilts his head to the side and continues, “It was just a silly joke, babe. No need to get angry about it-“
“It was humiliating, Daniel.” Although her voice was soft and quiet, he could hear the hurt in it. “Their girlfriends all looked at me with pity while their laughs sounded like it was mocking me. It was embarrassing. You humiliated me in front of your own friends and for what?”
He stayed silent, finally recognizing how his words had hurt her. Each word she said emphasized how hurt and upset she felt.
At his silence, she scoffed and continued. “But you’re just a man. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” Y/n sighs, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair. “Y’know, you’re fun and wild, especially with your friends. But damn, you don’t know how that shit felt. I felt blue.”
Daniel scoots closer to her and reaches over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Darlin’, please forgive me.” His voice came out in a genuine whisper. “Those types of jokes are the ones my friends make. I know it isn’t an excuse for me embarrassing you because I don’t need to make the same jokes as ‘em. I should’ve thought twice ‘bout my words.”
“They were stupid.” She mumbles, keeping her eyes on him.
“Yeah, they were stupid jokes. I was stupid for it.” He says with a chuckle. “I know it won’t erase what happened or how you felt, but ‘m sorry. Truly. Believe me, darlin’.” He said the last sentence in a southern accent which was something that always made her smile.
And he was right because she threw a pillow at him as she failed to hide her smile. “You’re on thin ice, Daniel Ricciardo. And I’m going to be listening to Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana for a long time! You hear me.” She said in between chuckles.
“Promise, I’ll never do or say anything stupid again.”
“But you are just a man…”
“Darlin’, not those types of stupid jokes. But you do make me act stupidly in love.”
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tpwk-formula1 · 2 months ago
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Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
Here at Lee-Lee's we love to make custom pizzas for anyone who wants one! Go through the line and by the end of it you will have created a perfect pizza for you to indulge in!
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Pick 1 or more!
I do poly fics! Can be driver x driver x reader OR driver x wag x reader. I will also write M x M reader just clarify and if you pick a prompt that states a gender I will fix it accordingly.
Lando Norris
Max Verstappen
Charles Leclerc
Oscar Piastri
Carlos Sainz
Lewis Hamilton
George Russell
Fernando Alonso
Alex Albon
Daniel Ricciardo
Pierre Gasly
Yuki T
Lanco Stroll
Ollie Bearman
Franco Colapinto
Logan Sargeant
Jack Doohan
Liam Lawson
Kimi Antonelli
Dino Beganovic
Paul Aaron
Toto Wolff
Seb Vettel
Jenson Button
Mark Webber
Max Fewtrell
Pizza Crust
At Lee-Lee's we understand that all great pizzas start with a great crust just like how fics start with a great trope! Pick 1
Thin Crust - Brother's best friend
Thick Crust - Sugar Daddy
Cauliflower Crust - Sunshine x Grumpy
Gluten-Free - Rivals
Deep Dish - Teammates to lovers
Sicilian Crust - Dating or hooking up
Pizza Sauce
Here at Lee-Lee's our sauce is the overall vibe of the fic! Pick 1
Red Sauce - Rough Sex
Alfredo Sauce - Sweet Sex
Pizza Toppings
Pick 1 or more
Pepperoni - "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want"
Sausage - "Better not waste a drop"
Olives - "Swallow every last bit. NOW!"
Jalapenos - "Always such a fucking brat"
Onions - "I saw you being a little slut"
Green Peppers - "I'm gonna have that ass glowing red by the time I'm done with you"
Tomatoes - "Do you enjoy pissing me off?"
Mushrooms - "Wrong, wanna try again"
Salami - "You’re gonna get an attitude adjustment if you keep being a brat”
Chicken - "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?"
Basil - "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy"
Garlic - "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum"
Cilantro - "Stop crying and fucking take it"
Roasted Peppers - "Couldn’t help yourself, could you?"
Artichokes - "Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use"
Bacon - "What would your brother think if he caught us"
Banana Peppers - "Taking it from both ends? It’s cause you’re a fucking whore"
Ham - "Such a whore you’re getting off on my thigh?"
Buffalo Chicken - "Such a fucking crybaby, just fucking take it all"
Spinach - "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock"
Pineapple - "Been such a good girl, tonight you deserve a reward"
Arugula - "I love stretching this pussy out"
Broccoli - "Made just for me huh?"
Gorgonzola cheese - "Are you always this fucking loud?"
Parmesan cheese - "Awe... did that hurt? Tuff luck I'm gonna do it again"
Mozzarella- “All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it”
Feta cheese - “God, I love watching your makeup get ruined”
Cheddar cheese - “cumming for me already? Such a needy slut”
Roasted Mushrooms - “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy”
Roasted Artichokes - “im gonna put a baby in you”
Gouda cheese - “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl”
Red peppers - “No. Go change”
BBQ Chicken - “Gonna let me cum in you? I know you wanna have my baby”
Canadian bacon - "Do you need an attitude adjustment"
Meatballs - "Why do you always have to complain?"
Chorizo - "Alright, you spent my money. You know what to do now"
Pulled pork - "God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you"
Egg - "Why so needy?"
Prosciutto - "I love making this pretty pussy squirt"
Anchovies - "How are you already drenched"
Sweet Onions - "Are you done complaining?"
Cherry Tomatoes - "Gonna regret it tomorrow when you can’t sit right"
Sun-dried tomatoes - "Gonna look so pretty pregnant"
Provolone - "Always look best with a face covered in my cum"
Ricotta - "I love your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name"
Goat cheese - "Get on your knees and beg"
Buratta - "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another"
Fontina - "wipe that fucking smirk off your face"
Pepper jack. - "If you wanna be a whore go back to his place then"
Colby Jack - "If you keep running that mouth you're not gonna cum tonight"
Romano - "You're the biggest disappointment to your family. You're a whore and now you're a fucking liar"
Kielbasa - "A preschooler is better behaved than you are"
Kale - "I love knowing I ruined you so good you can only cum when I make you"
Eggplant - "Are you sure you want me to take it baby?"
Shrimp - "I'll be gentle"
Turkey sausage - "Only the best for my girl"
Pancetta - "Your father always finds a way to piss me off"
Roasted asparagus - "Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it"
Shallots - "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you"
Oregano - "Please, let me cum in you"
Turkey meatballs - “Stop crying, I’m far from done”
Mozzarella balls - “Gonna get yourself in trouble”
Vegan sausage - “God you love it when I slap that pretty little face of yours”
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Drink Time
Every great pizza comes with a drink! Just like every great fic comes with kink/s! Pick 1 or more
Beer - Edging/ orgasm denial
Coke - Spanking
Sprite - Size Kink
Dr Pepper - Dirty Talk
Root beer - Daddy  Kink
Sweet tea - Dumbification
Lemonade - Body Worship (Reader giving or receiving)
Pink lemonade - Degrading Kink
Diet Coke - Recording Kink
Pepsi - Oral Kink
Diet Pepsi - Biting
Sparkling Water - Spitting
Red bull - Hickeys
Mt. Dew - Dom/ Sub (Is reader a dom or sub?)
Water - Breeding Kink
Wine - Free Use Kink
Black Tea - Choking
Green Tea - Doggy Position
Boba - Anal
Strawberry Smoothie - Bondage
Apple Juice - Pain Kink
Slushie - Safe word used
Sun Tea - Sir kink
White Claw - Crying
Truly - Belly Bulge
Mango Smoothie - Baby trapping
Orange juice - morning sex
Vodka soda - Somnophilia/ sleepy sex
Tequila sunrise - Wax Play
Vodka redbull - Squirting
Coke Zero - High sex
Cranberry juice - Caught in the act
Mojito - Loss of virginity
Old Fashion - Drunk sex
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Dessert Time!
Do you want dessert with your pizza? Dessert will represent if you would like to see aftercare at the end or not.
Yes - Aftercare
No - No Aftercare
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sbdskate · 9 months ago
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Laws Of Attraction (Part 10) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader
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Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers
Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo
Warnings (18+): sickening amount of fluff, language, angst, *SMUT*: oral (m + f receiving), fingering, hand job, p in v, overstimulation if you blink
Word Count: 6,892
A/N: If you’re here, congratulations! You made it to the end. A big thank you to everyone that has commented, shared, liked, etc. I can’t believe it’s been over a year since my first post. I had a vision when I started writing this in the middle of the 2022 season, not quite sure where it would lead, but I’m happy with where it landed and I hope you are too. I hope you like wine with your cheese, because this is ~cheesy~. Also, this is my first time writing smut so (1) if you are a minor please do not proceed; (2) if you do like/read smut, I would appreciate any kind of feedback. A big thank you to @cutelittlefakejourneys and @burningcupcakefire for beta-ing. Thank you @paddockbunny, @monzabee, and @silverstonesainz for the insights and words of encouragement. As always, thank you for reading.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1
Daniel paced the hallway. He wasn’t accustomed to not getting what he wanted. Sure, in the last few months he had had his fair share of disappointments, but this was different. He was tempted to knock on your door until you answered, but thought the better of it.
He played through the moment in his head again, no different than analyzing a post-race debrief. What went wrong and how could he improve? He was professional during the signing. He knew you loved Geri, you only casually brought up Ginger Spice in conversation no less than a dozen times over the last few months. He knew you’d love to actually meet her – who knows, if everything went well it certainly wouldn’t be the last time for you. He didn’t force himself on you – at this point he knew you were like a cat and he needed to wait for you to come to him or else he’d scare you off. It seemed like the only thing keeping you from ripping each other’s clothes off was your job. Or so he thought.
Now he was confused. It was clear you hadn’t meant to say what you said – but you said it. I could kiss you. Can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. Four words that looped in his brain. He had spent so much time dissecting the meaning of the word “could,” he felt like he could be a lawyer too. But he had taken his time closing the space between you in the hallway. When he leaned in, you leaned in too. You had ample time to tell him off if he had misconstrued the whole thing, and he would never think less of you if you did, but you didn’t.
No, what just happened was not a rejection. You were just skittish. Like a cat hiding under a bed, you just needed to be coaxed out – slowly. You were food motivated, he’d learned that about you during your first outing in Belgium when you put down more bon bons than he thought was humanly possible. Yes, all you needed was to be approached with patience and understanding - and maybe the promise of a full belly.
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You leaned against the door and squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment already crashing over you like a tidal wave. You knew you were being ridiculous and immature. What was it that you were still afraid of?
You stripped off your suit immediately, it felt stuffy and heavy as you overheated, the reminder of your attorney-client relationship falling to the floor. You threw on the first thing you grabbed out of your bag - why did it have to be that pesky yellow dress again?
You paced your room for what felt like hours. Your professional activities with Daniel had officially come to its natural conclusion and yet you were still hesitant to move forward. It didn’t help that you were in a country that banned the cohabitation of unmarried couples, so really, what were you even going to do?
Despite the confessions exchanged back in Mexico and the kiss in Brazil, it was never guaranteed that anything would actually happen once Daniel’s legal affairs were settled. Frankly, you still weren’t fully convinced the conversations ever actually happened. You refused to believe the lingering stares and little touches that lasted a little too long were anything more than pure coincidence.
In spite of all of it, you remained unconvinced about how Daniel actually felt about you. Over the years of failed relationships and first dates that ranged from awkward to bad, you had grown wary and skeptical of romantic pursuits. For all you knew, all his lip-service was simply an elaborate ruse to get in your pants. You thought on this worst case scenario, which really wasn’t so bad. God forbid you have one night stand with a Formula 1 driver and live to tell the tale. It would be a lie to say you wouldn’t be hurt at first if you were correct, but you would eventually be fine. You had been happily single and independent for years, it would simply be a return to your de facto state.
And even if you could take him at his word, you couldn’t help but wonder what that relationship would look like when you had to resume work for other clients and the luxury of constant travel and proximity ceased. How would you continue to keep in touch? How often would you actually be able to see each other in person? Your first relationship was with The Firm, and you knew you weren’t ready to give up your livelihood for him. Then there was the other issue of paparazzi and tabloids - the forced spotlight that would fall on you, resulting in the lack of privacy and anonymity. You had no desire for fame, yet he seemed to be designed for it. You could go toe-to-toe with opposing counsel any day, but you weren’t sure you had his mental fortitude to withstand the cruel and unsolicited opinions of strangers on the internet.
You weighed the pros and cons over and over again in your head. For someone with such a demanding job, it made no sense that it all felt so overwhelming and complicated. But it was telling that the Australian was the first person you wanted to confide in. He was the only one who could ever quiet the constant hurricane in your mind that caused you to spiral if left unchecked. In this moment, you needed him to ground you.
You had been raised to leave hotel room minibars alone unless you wanted to bankrupt you and your entire family for two generations. Going against everything you believed, you took a nip from the stock. Hoping the small amount of liquid courage would do the trick, you checked your reflection in the mirror one last time before venturing to the room next door. You would simply have to assume the risk of the unknown aftermath.
With shaking hands, you opened the door only to be met with Daniel’s presence before you. He jumped slightly at the sudden movement. You did a poor job hiding your astonishment that left you frozen in place.
“Oh… hi?” Your eyes remained wide. He looked around and scratched the back of his head, appearing to be as surprised and confused as you were.
“Hi – I uh,” he took a moment to give you a once over. “I’m sorry are you about to go somewhere? You look nice.” You felt your face turn red immediately, the bravery you built up moments ago dissipating in an instance. He shifted his weight, quickly correcting himself. “Not that you don’t always look nice! I just – you look nicer than usual. I mean-” He seemed uncharacteristically nervous and was digging himself a hole. You looked around the hall to ensure it was empty and took a deep breath to save him from digging any deeper.
“Yes actually. I was going to see you.” He seemed surprised and relieved at the answer.
“No way, I was about to see you!” He shook his head when he saw you bite back a smile. “Obviously, I’ve been standing outside your door,” he laughed nervously, his confidence shrinking by the second. “Not for very long though! You didn’t need to know that. But I wanted to come to say I’m sorry about before, I was too forward back there. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured, you know, since we went pencils down and everything, maybe we could-”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter?” You walked backwards as you took his hand, leading him through the doorway. He didn’t fight your lead.
“-you don’t know what I was going to ask.” You leaned back, allowing the door to click behind you under your weight.
“It doesn’t matter. The answer is yes.” You gave him a reassuring smile and gently squeezed his hand bringing him closer. “With you it will always be yes.” It seemed both of you were at a loss for words, but they were unnecessary as he took a step towards you closing the small gap that remained. His eyes were enchantingly curious as they gazed into yours. You only looked away for a millisecond, distracted by the tongue that broke free from his mouth to moisten his plump lips. You took a deep inhale in anticipation, your heartbeat bordering on palpitations as his lips closed in.
The moment they met yours, immediately you knew you never wanted boundaries with this man ever again. One hand cupped the side of your face while the other grabbed your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck in an effort to eliminate any remaining iota of space between the two of you. Your lips danced and moved together in unison, neither of you wanting to come up for air. His firm calloused hands roamed your body, unsure of where to rest. There were so many parts of you he had never touched before and he wanted desperately to become acquainted with them as quickly as possible. He squeezed your shoulders, ran them down the lengths of your arms, moved to the small of your back up towards your neck, in your hair.
The feverishness of it all began to slow, as he tried to memorize every peak and valley. He reverently moved his hands from your waist, dragging them up the length of your spine, one hand finding its way to your hair as though he wanted to remember every hair follicle, the other keeping your body firmly pressed against his. The leisurely pace only teased you, and each spot he touched left your body buzzing. He slowly brought his other hand to find yours again, repositioning so your fingers interlocked. The sweet gesture felt suddenly sinful when he pinned them to the wall, dragging them up the door until they were next to your head. The motion made your head spin, warmth spreading between your thighs, and you inadvertently let out a soft moan.
Ravenous for more, he firmly pressed your bodies together against the door, almost knocking the wind out of you. He pulled away only for a moment, his eyes pleading.
Can I?
You nodded your head frantically, capturing his mouth once more while guiding his hands to the parts you desperately needed touched. One gently cupped your breast while the other roughly grabbed your ass, kneading the muscles underneath. You both groaned in unison at the new sensation.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you,” he mouthed breathlessly before finding your neck, hoping the feeling was mutual. You didn’t say anything back, but he could tell from the pant of your breath and the pulse under his lips that it was. You threw your head back as he sucked, licked, and nipped at the sweet spot as he gently grazed his thumb over your bra, immediately feeling your nipple form into a stiff peak underneath. Being mindful of your noise level, you bit back a moan that ended up coming out as a pathetic whimper. You shamelessly pushed your hips against his and squeezed his hand on your breast, encouraging him to explore and desperate for more contact.
You instinctively widened your stance for him to perch himself between your legs. His hand played with the waistband of your underwear through your dress, trailing down to your inner upper thigh.
“Stop teasing,” you hissed. He only smiled into the kiss in response, his tongue pushing into your mouth to shut you up.
Your hands followed their own curious whims. Those pecs that you had gotten an eyeful of several times felt warm and firm under your touch. Your palm dragged down the ripples of his abs, gently landing over the front of his pants. You gasped feeling him harden under your touch for the first time, eliciting a low growl from him in return. His hips pushed forward in frustration, eager for more. You allowed him some relief, undoing his belt and pants, cautiously reaching inside. Your eyes widened.
“Holy shit,” you muttered as you grabbed around his length, your hand suddenly feeling quite small. He looked you dead in the eye, that familiar cocky smirk and twinkle returning to his face.
“Come on,” he flashed you a wicked grin. “You knew it had to be big.” You laughed at his boldness, which only inspired him to double down. “I know how to use it too.”
“That’s some awfully big talk.” You already had goosebumps from your head to your toes, but you weren’t going to let him know that just yet. You would make sure he worked for it. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“It’s not the only thing I know how to use.”
He captured your mouth in a gentle, chaste kiss as he used one hand to pull up the hem of your dress. His other hand snuck under the skirt, slowly dragging it across your skin. Rough and calloused from racing, they felt tantalizingly delicate.
“I was going to prove it, but it looks like I already convinced you.” He drew little spirals around your clit over your panties, barely applying any pressure. You bit your lip and looked up to the ceiling, praying for relief from the building tension. To your chagrin, his hand began to pull away.
“No. Please,” was all you could muster, your brain searching for more eloquent words that escaped you.
“Please what?” You reached for his crotch, hoping the action would suffice as an answer, but he grabbed your wrist to pin it to the door. “You have to use your words.” You felt the words on his breath that seeped through your skin.
“Please touch me.” Frustrated, you used your free hand to try to get him to fully take your dress off which was only getting in the way. He obliged, releasing your other hand to get a hold of the fabric. You put your arms up as he gathered the material over your head. Throwing the garment aside, he pulled away slightly to observe you for a moment. His eyes widening as they moved down your frame, trying and failing to hide his growing smirk.
“Do you always wear pretty underwear when you close a deal? Or are these for me?” He played with the pink lacy textile between his fingers, admiring how they accentuated the contour of your waist and hips.
“Both,” you gasped as he dragged a finger down your front. It passed over your clit, down to the fabric covering your entrance, smiling feeling how embarrassingly soaked you already were through the thin material.
With a chaste kiss on the cheek, he proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, chest, stomach, until he reached the hem of fabric. He continued over the garment, bypassing the spot he knew you needed him to your inner thigh. The gentle touches and the scruff of his beard almost tickled, panting as he moved down your body.
He looped his thumbs around the sides of your thong, pausing to look up hopefully for permission. You nodded with lidded, lustful eyes. He couldn’t hide his dimples and he continued to tease, dragging your panties slowly down your legs, taking care to pick up each foot to get you out of them. Your heart swelled as you observed him treating you so delicately, like a fragile porcelain doll. His trail of kisses started again from the bottom, beginning at your ankle, to the inside of your knee and again to your upper thigh until he reached an apex.
“Hold on.” You weren’t sure what he meant at first. Then without warning, he grabbed your hip and threw your opposite leg over his shoulder, finally diving into your center. Your hands instinctively found their way to his head to stabilize yourself, accidentally letting out a yelp in the process which soon after turned into a low moan as his tongue swirled slow circles around your clit. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled into your skin.
The vision of him on his knees fully clothed, contrasted with your nakedness enhanced his touch and sent you spiraling. Your hands raked through his gorgeous curls as he lapped you up. The pressure he applied gradually increased, culminating to him inserting a finger in you, then two. You slapped a hand over your mouth as the pressure pooled and he found his rhythm with his tongue and fingers. He knew you were close when your legs started to shake and squeezed around him. The waves came crashing over you as you bucked your hips erratically. He removed his fingers so that he could stabilize you, but his mouth never stopped.
He finally put your other leg back on the ground when your hips slowed and stood up. Your legs almost buckled from underneath you but he caught you before you could fall, lifting you to walk to the bed.
You watched him carry you wordlessly, your brain still short circuiting from your orgasm only knowing enough to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Not because you thought he’d drop you, but because you wanted to be as close to him as possible. It still wasn’t close enough.
He sat himself down on the bed with you landing in his lap, legs still wrapped tightly. There had never been a time where the two of you have been in the same room and exchanged so few words. You continued to stare at each other, simply amazed to be in the same space and sharing skin after three long anguished months of resisting forbidden fruit.
Your gaze fell to his swollen lips that you desperately wanted to taste again, still shiny with your essence. His hand pressed up your back until he grabbed a fistful of hair, bringing you in fervently for another kiss. It was the kind of kiss that enveloped you, that turned your legs to water and caused currents in you to flow creating bountiful energy that begged for release. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, down his chest and abs to the hem of his shirt. The two of you pried it off together and he threw it somewhere on the floor. Your mouths met again gluing your torsos together, your currents crashing in a tidal wave of electricity and emotion.
You unwrapped your legs to straddle him, lightly pushing him backwards. He pulled you with him as you both fell into the bed, smiling into each other and little giggles filling the air. You rolled your hips over him, annoyed with the layers that still separated you from the waist down. You reached down, sloppily pushing at his pants to demonstrate your displeasure. He understood your message, weaving his arms past you to finish the job and shimmying his legs until they were off. You reached down the waistband of his boxer briefs, teasing your fingertips just underneath but not going further. It thrilled you to feel his muscles tense underneath your touch. He nipped your bottom lip when your hand moved further south, and you could feel his jaw clench.
He pulled away suddenly, and you couldn’t place the look on his face which made you nervous.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! It’s just…” his hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Your heart swelled at how delicate he was with you, at how much he cared. But you didn’t want to be treated delicately. And now you almost felt bad about how much you’d teased him up to this point. Almost.
“Do you know,” you said sitting up, your hand ghosting over the outline of him through his boxer briefs, “I had a sex dream about you. Right before the Japanese Grand Prix.”
“No,” he ground out.
“You had my legs spread on a desk in some McLaren office.” You felt his whole body clench again as you slid the last piece of clothing down his legs. As though the thought hadn’t crossed his mind every time you admonished him for not paying attention or not taking things seriously in those early days. The frequency of course increased, to every time you bent over, smiled, or played with your hair, to simply existing. For once, he was the one blushing and you found it entirely endearing. “I’ve literally dreamt of fucking you for three months. I want you and I need you. Now.”
His pupils dilated at your words, and his hands moved possessively from your face down to your ass where his fingers sank into your skin hoping to mark and keep you. He tried to find the words to communicate how badly he wanted and needed you too, but blood was no longer flowing to his brain and no words seemed perfect enough for you. His shaft twitched against his toned stomach, eager for your touch. You relieved him, wrapping your full hand around his impressive length pumping up and down a few times, your gentle grip slowly firming with each stroke.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. His hand found your waist and you felt his grip tighten as you continued. You slithered down his body until your mouth aligned with him, spitting over his tip. He felt voyeuristic watching the saliva drip from your tongue. You looked up to see him gripping the sheets for dear life.
“Is that alright?” He nodded fervently.
“Only if you want to,” he croaked out. Bless this man, who just wanted to make sure you were comfortable even though it looked like his eyes were going to roll back into his head.
“I do. Very much,” you insisted. You dragged your tongue slowly from the base of his shaft to his tip. “You made me feel good.” Lick. “Now I want to make you feel good.” His shallow breath hitched when you finally took him in your mouth. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, you looked up to make sure he was still breathing. You found him slack jawed, but eyes full of lust. He brought a hand to your head. You prepared your gag reflex expecting him to force your rhythm, but instead simply pushed your hair out of your face.
“Fuck, you look so good.” You felt the slickness spread between your thighs at his praise, adding a hand to his base where your mouth couldn’t quite reach. You increased your speed, moaning into him. He happily absorbed the vibrations, reflexively bucking his hips into you. You tasted salty precum at his tip and could tell he was close.
“W-wait,” you slowed your pace but didn’t remove him as you looked up again. “I don’t want to finish yet. Not like this.” You slowly pried yourself off him, finishing with a satisfying *pop* as you released him. You saw his chest rise and fall at an alarming rate. He helped pull you up, interlocking your fingers in the process.
“What do you want?” you asked, knowing you would do whatever came out of his mouth without hesitation.
“Grab my jeans?” You couldn't hide your skepticism, but nonetheless begrudgingly left the nicest seat you’ve ever known to find his pants somewhere on the floor. You resumed your spot on his lap as he frantically searched his pockets, finally locating his wallet and fished out a condom. Everything else found its way back to the ground. Eyes wide, he maintained a death grip on the condom. “You’re sure?”
You smiled. You thumbed his jawline as you brought your foreheads together. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” It took him about four seconds to process what you said, but when he did closed the gap between your lips in a messy and desperate kiss that sucked the air out of you. It dizzied him too and only pulled away when he remembered he had to open the condom. You leaned back to give him some space as he struggled with the wrapper. His brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to steady his shaky hands.
“I swear I’m usually a lot smoother than this,” he muttered. You bit back a laugh.
“I believe you.”  
“You just make me nervous,” he admitted, uncharacteristically bashful. “In case you couldn’t tell.”
“Hardly noticed,” you said sarcastically, but reassured him with a giggle. “It’s very endearing, if it makes you feel any better.” You calmly grabbed it from him.
“It does,” he confessed as he let you take it from his hands. Without breaking eye contact, you ripped the wrapper easily with your teeth. You felt him twitch under you as you wriggled yourself against him in content, allowing him to feel your arousal. He swallowed thickly. “Where did you learn that?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” you smirked. You moved off him for a moment, and he took the chance to stroke himself a few times, watching you absentmindedly. How your hair, now perfectly tousled, fell around your shoulders. How gravity worked miracles on the swell of your breasts. How your waist sloped into your hips and thighs. You patiently presented the condom back to him and he used all his concentration to take it from you to roll it down his length. He looked at you hopefully when he was done and you rewarded him with another kiss, your hair cascading around the two of you creating a protective curtain around your new little intimate universe.
You both watched as you eased yourself onto his cock, voyeurs of your own lust. Your moans harmonized as he bottomed out. You felt deliciously stretched and full. Complete. You began slow to adjust to his size, teasing him in the process with your agonizing pace, rising up to the point of almost dismount before sinking back down again engulfing his full length.
“Does this feel good?” you cooed, already knowing the answer as you swirled your hips with him bottomed out inside you, tormentingly slow.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he groaned as he palmed your ass. “You’re so fucking tight.” You dragged a hand from his chest, down the ripples of his abs, towards where the two of you intercepted. With his jaw clenched, he sank his fingers in your hips, trying unsuccessfully to steady them as you continued to rock. “You look so good with me inside you.”
He lifted his hips to meet yours as proof of his enjoyment, the new angle jolting you forward slightly. A moan escaped as you found a rhythm as you rolled your hips back and forth, itching for the friction of his skin against your already swollen clit. Your pace quickened as his length hit that sacred spot deep in your core over and over. The bounce of your tits mesmerized him. Unable to resist, his mouth found a nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peak that had you seeing stars.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whimpered. You felt the pressure pool and coil in your lower abdomen. Your eyes closed when he grabbed the back of your head, gently pulling your hair.
“Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.” All you could do was nod in response, worried that any sound you might let out at that point would alert the whole building. It was impossible to look away from his gaze even if you wanted to. You bit your lip as the pressure continued to build, hypnotized by the repetition and sensory overload. You rocked back onto him a final time before reaching your release, collapsing on forward onto his chest and his name falling off your tongue like a prayer as your hips slowed and stuttered.
Yes
Daniel
He’d never heard a more beautiful sound before. His mouth caught yours again, absorbing the moans that continued as you rode out your orgasm. He wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you flush to his chest and began to upthrust, building to an excruciating pace. You held onto his shoulders for dear life.
“W-what are you doing?” You knew you sounded pathetic, barely able to form the sentence. He smirked.
“Getting you to Number Three.”
“I can’t,” you whined. He pulled you close and rolled the two of you over, taking care to remain buried inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement, eyes wide when you landed on your back.
“Three’s my lucky number.” He gave a few slow pumps before pushing himself up to spread your legs. He admired the change in your face at each new angle, each expression more perfect than the next. He brought his thumb down to your clit and watched you whither under his touch. With the new view he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work this time.”
You couldn’t argue with his logic. The only response you could give were incantations of profanities as he fucked you into the mattress and his gentle finger rubbing the sensitive nub just above where your bodies joined. He glistened as beads of sweat formed over his body, enhancing the contours of his muscles with each thrust. It was all too much. You felt your walls begin to clench again, your body eagerly anticipating its reward.
Daniel saw your mouth mold into an “o”, the slight twitch of your muscles, and felt the pressure that was building inside you. He prayed you were close knowing that his stamina would soon run out.
“That’s it. Come for me.” Daniel counted his blessings that he should be so lucky to have a front row seat, not once, not twice, but three times to your orgasms. You were so beautiful. Too beautiful. He couldn’t stop himself from chasing his own high as he watched you twist and contort under him. His thrusts became more frantic and erratic as your moans filled the room until he spilled into you, lurching forward but catching himself before fully collapsing on top of you.
Finally the motions stopped, except for the quickened rise and fall of your chests as you both tried to catch your breath. You blinked at each other a few times, still unable to move or think. Daniel broke the silence.
“Holy shit.” You couldn’t help the stupid grin that formed. You pressed a hand to his cheek just to make sure he was still real.
“That good, huh?” He begrudgingly began to move and pulled out of you, rolling over to your side. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down on you, absentmindedly drawing patterns on your soft belly.  
“I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner. But that was way better.” You both laughed as you nuzzled into each other, still peppering the other with butterfly kisses and holding onto the belief that the world was the size of a queen-size bed.
Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as he left your side, the intrusive thoughts returned and you began mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable goodbye. You watched silently as he searched the floor for his underwear, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. This was fun you repeated in your head. It will be a good story to tell you tried convincing yourself.  
He came back to bed and snuggled up against you.
“Now what?” he asked innocently. You squinted back at him, laughing slightly.  
“That’s an awfully loaded question, don’t you think?” He seemed confounded for a moment.
“I mean, I was just thinking we could get food now? What were you thinking?” You forgot that men could be such simple creatures. Maybe it was the audacity that allowed them to go about life blissfully unaware or unconcerned about hypothetical what if’s and unintended consequences of their actions. But for now, maybe you needed to think like a man too. You didn’t need to solve all the world’s problems in one night. Maybe all you needed was to just enjoy whatever this was for whatever time was left before you got on a flight tomorrow to return to reality.
“Yeah, I guess I worked up an appetite.” He broke into a wide grin. He grabbed your face to bless you with a kiss on the forehead before fetching the menu.
“Great. I’ll order us room service.”
-
Your eyes fluttered open the next morning. Scenes from the night before played on a loop in your head. Sweaty bodies entangled in a sea of limbs. In your experience, men who were that charismatic and that good looking rarely knew what to do with the bodies they had been blessed with. And yet…
You were afraid to open your eyes, not ready to let go of the memory that brought a smile to your face so you kept them closed a bit longer. Instead, you extended a hesitant hand to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your evening companion, but you felt nothing. You reluctantly opened your eyes.
“Dan?” Your voice was soft and hoarse from sleep. Nothing. Maybe he hadn’t heard you.
“Daniel?” You tried again, a bit louder this time. Still no response.
You slowly got out of bed half asleep, the line between your dreams and the real world still not quite defined. You zombie-walked to the window, delicately drawing back the blackout curtains of the hotel room. You winced as your eyes adjusted to the natural light. Your clothes were still on the floor where they had been unceremoniously discarded, but the other outfit that had kept them company had disappeared. Your heart fell.
“Daniel?” you tried one last time, voice cracking slightly. Maybe he was in the bathroom. Maybe he had eaten something bad yesterday. You knocked on the door before cautiously opening it. You stood in the doorway a beat too long, unable to move from the empty space. He had been so convincing, so charming, and you fell for it. You had been so guarded and careful, you thought you had sniffed out any unsavory motives and you still were left feeling used and abandoned.
You blinked back tears before they could fall, hiding your defeat from no one in particular in the privacy of your hotel room. You wiped your eyes, chugged a glass of water, for some masochist reason put on your Enchante sweatshirt and got back into bed. It was still early, maybe you could sleep another few hours before you had to get ready to go to the airport. Maybe that sleep would help you forget and ease the overwhelming humiliation and melancholy that fell over you.
As you began to drift off, a noise at the door startled you awake. You realized it was the sound of the door key and grabbed sheets to cover yourself quickly, unsure what else to do.
“I’m not ready for housecleaning!” you yelled uncertainly, praying it was in fact hotel staff and not a burglar.
“Hey hey hey, it’s just me. Good morning to you too.” You slowly peaked your head from under the covers, shocked at the sound of the reassuring, achingly familiar Australian accent. The driver stood in the foyer, his hands overflowing with bags and precariously balancing two coffee cups. You sat up a bit more as you processed the sight in front of you.
“What-?” you trailed off. He seemed nervous, but a smile never left his face.
“I, uh, wanted to surprise you with breakfast. There’s a little place down the street. But you looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you, so I grabbed your room key. But I realized when I got there I didn’t know what you liked, and my phone died, so I kind of got one of everything…I hope that’s ok. I didn’t mean to scare you –“
As he rambled, you had silently gotten out of bed to grab the cups from his hands, placing them on the table along with the insane amount of bags, one by one. With all obstacles removed, you enveloped your arms around his neck and stamped his lips with a kiss. He was surprised by the sudden gesture but returned it eagerly, his hands still familiarizing themselves with you. He blinked a few times when you pulled away.
“I promise I will get breakfast for you every day if you like it that much.” You laughed with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and you looked away.
“I thought you left,” your small voice shrank in embarrassment that you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. You couldn’t bring yourself to explain further.
But you didn’t have to. He wrapped you in a bear hug crushing you into his chest, his lips nuzzled into the crown of your head, his body heat invigorating you.
“I’m sorry, I should have texted or let you know where I was.”
“No, it’s silly. I was being overdramatic.”
“It’s not silly. And I’m not going anywhere.”
“But what does that mean?” you asked in exasperation. He pulled away and looked at you in disbelief that you would even ask such a question.
“What do you want it to mean?” You bit your lip in frustration.
“Daniel, don’t be obtuse. In a couple of hours we’re getting on different planes to go to opposite sides of the world.”
“And?”
“We’re not going to see each other.”
“Well then it’s a good thing I know people with private jets.”
“I still have to work.”
“I’ll come to you.”
“My apartment is small.”
“I can pack light.”
“What if you meet someone else when we’re not together?” He let out an irritated sigh.
“I don’t want to meet anyone else.”
You were stumped. He could read the confused look on your face and gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders. “You know, for someone so smart you can be really dumb sometimes.” You crossed your arms.
“Hey!”
“I know it’s hard for you to believe for some reason, but I want to give this a real shot. I want to take you on a proper date. See what things look like when I’m not paying you to spend time with me.”
You looked down, feeling a little guilty about how much you doubted him. You couldn’t help that you were risk averse by nature.
“Did you just… Socratic method me to get me to understand that you like me?”
“Did it work?”
“Let’s just say you have a bright future as a law school professor if this whole driving thing doesn’t work out.” You paused for a moment, still trying to wrap your head around everything. “So… you really want to give this a go?” He rolled his eyes.
“Is it really that hard to believe?”
“I mean – yeah, a little. The world that you operate in is just so much different than mine. Your world consists of beautiful people.”
“You’re beautiful,” he retorted. You blushed but didn’t let the comment throw you off your stride.
“You know what I mean. Your world is glamorous and luxurious. My world is average. It’s a lot of take-out, it’s late nights on the phone with Joe, it’s boring suits, it’s work - without the recognition and without the spotlight. You could have any actress or model or singer in the world and you pick me. Can you blame me for being skeptical?” His face fell slightly as he realized that you didn’t think your shine was bright enough for him. But it was quickly replaced with something mischievous.
“What are you talking about? You’re a singer,” he said matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes.
“You’ve unfortunately seen me do karaoke, we both know that’s a lie.”
“Your morning shower performances beg to differ.” He laughed at the terror that flashed before your eyes as you threw your hands over your mouth, but quickly reassured you. “I’ve listened to you every morning since we got here. It’s the best part of my day, until I see you.” He pried your hands from your face, holding them in his. “And the last thing you are, is average. Can we please just try?”
You bit your lip, unable to contain the blush spurred by his words of affirmation. The squeeze of his hands on yours caused the dormant butterflies in your stomach to flutter their delicate wings and rise to your chest. A comforting warmth enveloped you, it rose to your cheeks and the answer was there plain as day on your face for him and the world to see. No, it couldn’t hurt to try.
“Only if… you’ll do a duet with me.” After holding his breath for what seemed like eternity, his joy and happiness hanging in the balance waiting for your response, he broke into a toothy grin that used every dimple and laugh line on his face. Without skipping a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the bathroom leaving a trail of your giggles in his wake.
“I’m ready for my audition.”
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Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf
In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!
pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves
Strollonso:
silver platter by atwater | E | 9k
Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.
Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k
Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god
I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k
Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)
Sewis:
provenance by ecorone | M | 18K
Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much
The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k
might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old
Brocedes:
you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k
baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.
the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k
baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.
3344:
special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k
listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience
matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k
if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love
Others:
crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell
This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing
it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell
The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.
Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton
THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.
on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel
Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!
steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen
My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!
Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber
got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing
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adventuringblind · 9 months ago
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Nothing Like The Picture
Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Genre: Fluff, some spice towards the end
Summary: She's seen his pictures growing up, talked to him through letters, but the real thing is much better.
Warnings: ramblings about how good-looking Danny Ric is and an age gap of sizable amounts (I'm not sorry)
Notes: A request from @poster66 that I fell in love with.
Masterlist // Request Form // My Website // buy me a Ko-Fi
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Growing up knowing you're going to be used as a pawn in a political game is certainly something that can drive even the sanest royals to madness. The thought of having your entire life planned out for you the moment you're born has to be exhausting.
It's not for her.
Maybe it's because it's all she's know from the second she was born. Or it's the stacks of letters that sit on her desk from before she could even read that make this whole thing feel endearing.
Daniel wrote to her before she was born. Mostly ramblings about what he'd been up to. It's like he's written her an autobiography, so they aren't strangers when it does come time for her to be married off to him.
The age-gap wasn't planned. Not when their parents entered into this agreement. Neither of them had been born when they'd been promised to each other.
So, Daniel wrote her letters and when she was old enough, she wrote back. He was elated to get her first letter. Enough to write back instantaneously despite not having done much since the last one.
They wrote about interests and activities. About how their studies were going and how much they disliked their tutors.
She'd sprint through the castle, almost falling down the steps in her rush to receive his letters. The growing feeling of butterflies in her stomach with each written word became all consuming.
Daniel's kind words of consolation, paragraphs of endearing affection and lines of encouragement when she fell into emotional turmoil. She'd go as far as to say he is her closest friend and confidant. She'd shared all her secrets with him. He'd shared some of his with her.
The canvas painting on the wall of Daniel and his family is her only clue as to what he looks like. Aside from his own personal description of himself. He has a 'charismatic smile and devilishly good looks.'
Daniel asks her often about what she wants in the future. He claims that she will be treated as his equal. It's only fair she gets to have her own interests and he'd like to make sure she has whatever she needs when she inevitably has to move.
He writes her often about horses and how much time he spends in the stables. Tucked up in his horse's pen writing her. He rides often, much to his parents' demise. Daniel promises to take her riding and show her all his favorite places to hide away.
She tells him about the hidden corner of the library where she hides herself to read and write. Nobody has yet to find the secret location. Sometimes she uses it to escape her mother's constant hovering and fathers' ridiculous wrath.
When the day comes for her to leave, she neatly tucks away every letter, so they remain safe during the journey. She sends one last message to Daniel expressing her enthusiasm for getting to see him in person.
It takes far too long to get there. She wonders in Daniel would've ridden his own horse. They'd certainly reach their destination faster that way.
After what feels like years of traveling, she's standing at the foot of the steps. Butterflies making it difficult to breathe. They rage around in her chest and stomach.
She gets sympathetic looks from her hand maiden. It's not that she's upset about being here. But the anxiety of finally seeing Daniel is messing up her thoughts.
She manages to coax herself into at least going up the stairs and inside out of the cold. Surely Daniel would not want an icicle for a wife.
She takes a moment to admire her new home, letting herself breathe and relax before she has to face the inevitable.
"Princess!" She whirls around on her feet and is indeed met with a large charismatic grin. He jogs up to her, the distance now standing between them oddly suffocating.
She gives up on restraining herself. It's only the two of them in the hall for the moment. Her arms wrap around his neck.
Just as she imagined, he smells utterly addictive. Strang arms hold her in place. He's too, which is an added bonus given how cold she is at the moment.
"You, are incredibly stunning." He smiles in her hair. It's a good thing he can't see her face because she can feel the heat of the blush. "I hope I meet your expectations and my descriptions did my physique justice."
"I've been staring at the same portrait for five years now. I can safely say that it didn't do you any justice."
"The painters always get my nose wrong!"
Daniel pulls away and cups her cheeks. For a moment, she thinks he might actually kiss her. Which - she won't lie - Is something she'd very much like to have happen. So much so, that she goes for it first.
Alas, Daniel foils her attempt. "Not here. I have plans for you later. We've been writing for years; you can be patient a little longer."
She whines at him, but when Daniel lays a kiss to her cheek and brushes his fingers against his skin, she knows she'll wait for him.
Thousands of years, if neccecary, if only to look at him in real life and not through a portrait.
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theyluvkarolina · 6 months ago
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎…
` ` 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀’𝐒 𝟏𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓! ` `
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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
Hello and welcome to Lina’s 1K Event! For this event, I chose 10 (fav # hehe) of my favorite songs and you guys will be able to pick a song and request who (F1 Edition)!
What to do…
Select a song
Request the love interest with the song (same one can be for multiple songs!)
You are also able to come up with your own scenario as long as it correlates with the meaning of the song!
EXAMPLE: “Hello! Can I request __(driver/song)__ with __(song/driver__? (Insert Explanation of what is wanted if there is one)”
Rules…
Nothing that is considered “dark romance” (i don’t believe in anything called dark romance. It’s either romance where the characters are actually LOVING, or a psychological thriller.)
Please be kind with requests! Kindness is key!
PLEASE PLEASE BE PATIENT!!
That is about it! I’m very flexible with rules :)
Who I write for…
Drivers: Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, Pierre Gasly, Oscar Piastri, Daniel Ricciardo, Yuki Tsunoda, Logan Sargeant, Alex Albon
I also don’t mind incorporating the WAGS as another love intrest in with driver x reader fics! I
WAGS I can Write for if wanted: Lily M, Lily Z, Alexandra, Kika, and Rebecca
Author’s Note(s)…
just realized all my songs are angsty… whoops!!
I do in fact see your requests!! I just prefer to upload the request and fic when the fic is ready 🩷
i try to get my fics out fast but it takes time. please, please be patient.
Happy reading! 🤍 ⋆ ࣪.
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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
1. AS IT WAS | HARRY STYLES - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔. ``
2. FEATHER | SABRINA CARPENTER - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝒂𝒉) 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊��𝒆 (𝒂𝒉) ``
3. GOODBYE, MY DANISH SWEETHEART | MITSKI - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 ``
4. LACY | OLIVIA RODRIGO - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED
`` 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝒐𝒉, 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ``
5. LOVER | TAYLOR SWIFT - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅? 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 ``
6. NOT ALLOWED | TV GIRL - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ``
7. SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS | ABBA - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ``
8. “SLUT!” | TAYLOR SWIFT - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅-𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 ``
9. SOMETHIN’ STUPID | FRANK SINATRA - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" ``
10. TOUCH TANK | QUINNIE - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!
`` 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂����𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ``
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agentstarkid · 7 months ago
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FOREVER IS THE SWEETEST CON ✦ DR3
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✦ DEBRIEF: While isolating in a hotel room, some things can't be ignored any more and, as stars fade in the dawn's light, some bonds were meant to be broken, like whispers carried away by the desert wind.
✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader
✦ CHECKERED FLAG: 4.3K words
✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, latina!reader, established relationship, lots of angst, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, there's a nine-year age gap, forced proximity (if you squint), language.
✦ MAY'S RADIO: holis babes! before you all come for me with your pitchforks, I'd like to remind you that english is not my first language so I wanna give a big biiig thank you to Tally (@onceuponaoneshotfanfic) for englishing this baby and for encouraging me to write it when I told her I was thinking about it ❤️ I actually wrote this back in october and I can finally post it!! It is tied to Saudade, if you want more context to their story. This is not the end, okay?... or is it? hehe byeee
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Wednesday, just a day before his scheduled morning session, the symptoms began to show. They knew from the moment he started to complain about his body aching all over. The uncertainty and concern were present from the first moment, intensifying when, as a precaution, he underwent several medical tests to verify whether he suffered from Covid or not. However, the first test came back negative. It was a breath of relief, at least for a moment. But on Friday afternoon the alarms went off, and the Aussie driver's negative became a terrifying positive that further disrupted the false peace that they had tried so hard to preserve in recent weeks.
Practice for the opening race was scheduled for the following Friday, and having to isolate in accordance with local regulations meant that Daniel would go into the new season without having driven the car since last month.
Locked away from the outside world, tension brewed within the confines of a hotel room. This forced proximity only served to accentuate the strains that had long been present. The fraying edges of your relationship were now illuminated under the harsh fluorescent lights, magnified by the claustrophobic confinement of quarantine.
You entered the bedroom and found him lying on the bed, wearing a navy shirt and a pair of sweats, his feet locked at the ankles and his attention focused on his phone.
“How are you feeling?”
“’m fine,” he sighed.
“Do you need anything?” you tried again.
“Nope.”
You went to lay down on your side of the bed. “Heard Lando had problems with the car today.”
“Seems the car is even shittier than last year.” He let out a dry laugh. “But I wouldn’t know because I’m stuck in this fucking hotel room for the rest of the week.”
“Look on the bright side, you’ve got a couple of extra days to relax before the craziness of the season begins.” You gave a half shrug.
“Wouldn’t exactly call this relaxing. But you wouldn’t understand.”
“What does that mean? I know how you’re feeling-”
He shook his head and huffed, dropping his phone on the bed. “No, that’s the thing. You don’t know, sweetheart. How would you know? You didn’t get a fucking positive result and was forced to stay inside these walls, watching how everyone else gets the chance to freely try out their cars before they really have to focus on the season. You’re only stuck here as a precaution. It’s funny, you know…” He snorted. “You’ve been traveling a lot lately. And it’s been fine in the meantime. But as soon as you get here—”
“Are you saying that all of this is my fault?” The tension in the room was palpable as the argument raged on.
He rubbed his forehead as he looked up at the ceiling. He wouldn't even look at you — and somehow that annoyed you even more.
“Oh, I’m sorry for not being considerate enough to also get sick, it’s not like I can actually control that. But that might be my fucking fault, too. I’m too fucking busy being worried about your health. My bad.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your beating heart. You turned back over to face away from him.
You felt so tired and hurt. In the last few days, these walls have felt like a battleground, waiting for you to engage in combat. And all you keep doing is try to stand tall pretending to be the bravest soldier.
It all began with the relentless hate that had been heaped upon you recently. At first, it was fine, it was expected, and you would laugh about the things they were saying. You must have been blinded by the honeymoon phase, as some people call it, but all things must come to an end. Lately, Daniel's devoted fans had turned into a fierce mob, outraged and blaming you for his performance last year, saying it was all the time he's been spending with you instead of focusing on his career. The hateful comments and messages had started to poison the relationship.
You guessed that it was easier when you were the only target. It was bearable to an extent; you could take it. Wasn't the first time it happened, and you supposed it was all part of the “big show”. But once they started targeting him too – things took a 180-degree turn.
Daniel and you had been inseparable for two years, celebrating your anniversary not too long ago. Now, you both lay silently in your hotel room; the once fiery love now reduced to smoldering embers.
He sighed and turned his head in your direction. “Babe, I—”
“It’s okay.” You mumbled squeezing your eyes shut, trying to keep in the tears that threatened to fall. “Goodnight.”
He covered his eyes with his hands; he didn’t mean to snap at you like that. He could hear you taking deep breaths, and something in his chest felt heavy. This need to bicker, to fight with you had been present for a few weeks, but lately had reached an all-time high.
The 2021 Formula 1 season had brought with it a surge of emotions that Daniel hadn't anticipated. As he settled into his new role with McLaren, the pressure to prove he was the more experienced driver in his first year with the team weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Every race was a chance to show the world that he still had what it took to compete at the highest level of motorsport. The expectations were high, and the scrutiny was relentless. Fans, the media, and fellow drivers all wondered if the Honey Badger could return to his former glory.
The season brought a mix of highs and lows. The highlight, undoubtedly, was the victory in Monza. It was a moment that should have been celebrated longer as a triumph for both Daniel and McLaren. However, amidst the jubilation, there was a bitter undercurrent of frustration. It seemed that the team's focus was already shifting to the next race, their first win in 12 years overshadowed by the relentless march of time.
Daniel's frustration grew as he watched the spotlight turn away from Monza's victory. He yearned for the recognition, the culmination of a year of hard work and perseverance. But as the season continued, the pressure only increased. The wins were non-existent, and the losses weighed heavily on him, each one gnawing at his confidence.
The expectations for the coming season were higher than ever. He knew that he had to perform at his best to silence the critics and prove that he still had that competitive edge. The weight of those expectations seemed to hang over him, a constant reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.
Each race weekend would become a test, a chance to prove himself once again. The roar of the engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the pressure of the competition were all part of the Formula 1 world that he loved, but they also added to the mounting stress.
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You couldn’t sleep at all.
Sleep evaded you that night. Your mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to fix the fractured parts of the relationship. Where did it go wrong? The question replayed over and over again like a broken record.
You stretched your arm to grab your phone from the nightstand and check the time.
2:30 A.M. Just a little bit less than 4 hours until the sun would come out. And 5 more days until you both would be free to leave this room.
You stood up from the bed and went to Daniel’s bedside table to look for the fingertip pulse oximeter. Once you found it, you knelt down and took his hand, careful not to wake him, and placed the oximeter on the tip of his index finger. After a few seconds of waiting for the values to remain constant, you sighed with relief when a big 98 appeared under the oxygen saturation. Thankfully, his symptoms were not of great concern, and he showed constant improvements. But you didn’t want to risk it, so every few hours you made sure to check his vitals just so you could have a little peace of mind. Especially when he was sleeping.
You couldn’t help but look at him for a moment. He looked to be in a profound state of sleep, so calm and so beautiful. His features, usually animated and lively, rested in a serene calm. You observed the rise and fall of his chest, the tranquil expressions that danced across his face, and the gentle harmony of his breathing. In these hushed moments, it was like nothing had changed, where you were still you and he was still the same Daniel that promised you that you were a team.
As you gazed upon him, your heart was a mix of conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the undeniable warmth and affection that comes from witnessing his vulnerability in slumber. Yet, a touch of sadness lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the unresolved tension from the previous fight. The serenity of his sleep served as a poignant backdrop to your disagreements, and you desperately longed for the chance to mend the rift and return to the peace you once shared.
It didn’t take long for the tears to appear again and you couldn’t help but curse being so sensitive. You stood up; you knew that going back to bed was useless, so you headed out of the room. You ended up curled up on the couch in the dark living room of your hotel room, the soft glow of your phone screen casting a bright light on your tear-streaked face. You debated whether calling one of the girls or just text them in need of letting all this helplessness out. But you didn't want to bother them with your problems, you knew they already had enough with their owns. So, you gave up on the idea.
Your relationship with Daniel had been a whirlwind of love and excitement, a passionate journey that had weathered ups and downs, but always coming out stronger on the other side. Now, you weren’t so sure you would come out of this unscathed.
Was it time to let it go? You couldn’t help but wonder. You weren’t new to this predicament. It happened before with your last relationship. But with Harry, the revelation that it was over came naturally and gently. You both were on the same page and knew it was inevitable. But with Daniel, your heart told you to continue, begged you to keep fighting while your mind was sending out warning signals that you chose to completely ignore.
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The bright Bahraini sun shone through the big windows when Daniel, out of habit, rolled over to pull your body closer and instead felt the coldness of the sheets on your side of the bed. He opened his eyes and searched around the room. The bathroom door was open, and the lights were off, so you couldn’t be there. He stood up and left the room, yawning. He found you in the same place you ended up last night, curled up and holding a pillow to your chest.
The dark bags under your eyes were more prominent this morning. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest at the sight of you. He got closer and leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead and felt you stir for a moment before slowly opening your eyes. You rubbed your eyes before looking up at him silently.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” you said in a sleepy voice.
“What are you doing here?” he yawned, taking a seat on the couch as you moved back to give him space.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied in a muted voice, eyes downcast, fiddling with your fingernails.
And that was the routine after an argument: fight. One of you would try to walk away to calm down (most of the time it was you). Pretend nothing happened and go back to normal – well, whatever normal meant these days. Repeat.
A heavy silence settled between you. He leaned back on the couch, just staring at your face. He knew he should say something. Apologize even. But the words refused to come out. Meanwhile, thoughts swirled in your mind, doubts that had been lingering for a while now. Was it all in your head? Had you been the problem all along?
No.
As the seconds ticked by, the fog began to lift, and with it came a newfound clarity. It wasn't all in your head, and you weren't the sole problem. You had believed for so long it was your responsibility to make things right, to hold everything together. But it had been a shared responsibility, a partnership that had eroded in different ways.
Yes. You had both contributed to this.
You had underestimated the significance of his actions, his choices, and his words. In the process of taking all the blame, you had overlooked how he had let things slip away, how he had failed to communicate, and how he had allowed the distance to grow. You realized that it was a two-way street, and while you had been quick to accept responsibility for your part, it was time for both of you to acknowledge your roles in your shared demise.
Something within you was stirring, a growing realization that you couldn't keep shouldering the blame for everything. It wasn't fair to you, nor was it the path to a healthy and equal relationship.
"I can't do this anymore, Daniel," you murmured, your eyes brimming with sadness.
"No, no no— no we're not doing this—"
“Amor, please,” you pleaded in a whisper. Tears welled up in your eyes, but your resolve held firm. “We've been arguing about everything lately. All of this is hurting us. Your fans—”
Daniel's heart ached, but he lashed out in defense. “You know it's not that simple! I can't control what my fans say—”
Your irritation boiled over. "But you can defend me, Daniel! You can stand up for us!”
Frustration welled up in Daniel, his voice growing sharper. "I'm trying to protect what's left of my career, YN! Last season was awful for me, apart from one win, which was insignificant, apparently. I've got my own fucking problems!” He stood up forcefully and started to pace around the room.
Your anger flared and big angry tears streamed down your face. “You think it's only your career that's on the line? What about us? We're supposed to be a team, supporting each other. ‘Us against everything else’, remember? But you're making it all about you!” you screamed at him, standing up from where you were previously sitting.
He suddenly stopped in front of you. “You're too young and naive to understand the pressure I'm under. It's not just about us. It's about my career, it’s about my life! And that’s very rich coming from you,” he scoffed. “What about your fans, huh? The hate I'm getting from them and other people, it's taking a fucking toll!” he hissed. You stared at him, feeling shocked by his words. He kept going. “And let’s not forget how fucking clingy you’ve been. You suffocate me sometimes. Must be nice to have a job where you can just drop everything anytime you want and take paid vacations to follow me around.”
His words left you feeling as though the ground had been yanked from beneath your feet.
You're too young and naive. How fucking clingy you’ve been — You suffocate me sometimes. His words echoed incessantly in your mind like a stuck playback.
When did the insecurities shared transform into arrows, aimed at your most profound wounds?
You snapped, “You knew what you were getting into when we started dating. And I warned you. I gave you an out so many times, but you decided to stay.” A bitter laugh left your mouth. “You said I was the greatest risk you’ve ever taken and the greatest reward—”
“And I did think that, YN,” he uttered. “We lived inside a bubble for so long, but reality is different. Maybe we rushed into this too soon.”
“Come on, bury my heart deeper, Danielito. If that's what you're trying to do— it's working,” you said with a pained smile, eyes only focused on him.
The room seemed to grow colder, and your voices decreased in volume. But the damage had been done. Daniel realized the pain his words had caused, but his own frustration clouded his judgment. “This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it,” he muttered bitterly.
“Please, don’t make this worse than it already is,” you agonized; your voice was shaky. Invisible claws of grief and anguish were tearing at the muscles and tendons in your chest. You never knew that emotions could possess such tangible, physical presence.
“If only we had met on different grounds. Then maybe things would have been different, we would be different.”
You couldn't help but add more fuel to the fire. You lacked the capacity for a graceful exit, and if you were aflame, you'd ensure that he, too, would turn to ashes. “Do you mean what if I was different?” A new wave of anger swept over you.
That question caught him off guard, forcing Daniel to pause and stare at you, honest surprise and confusion coloring his face. “What?”
Your voice trembled with a mix of frustration and hurt as you confronted him. “Heidi's constant presence in the paddock these past few months, the way you've been talking to her, and how people are speculating about you two... It's causing me to doubt myself and my place in your life.”
Daniel's brows furrowed, and his voice carried irritation. “YN, this is ridiculous. Heidi is just a friend. We've been through this countless times.”
You inched forward as you tried to make him understand. “I know she's your friend, but the way you've been spending time with her lately... it's different. I can't shake off the feeling that there might be something more.”
Daniel rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. “You're being crazy, YN. We're just friends, and it's unfair of you to accuse me, and especially her, like this.” In a further defensive move, he shot back, “You're the one who had those cheating rumors circulating, not me. You should know how destructive and unfounded these accusations can be. And now, you're doing the same thing with Heidi?”
It felt like a hard punch to your gut, you took in a sharp breath, “So, you're bringing this up again? We already cleared the air about those false accusations when they hit us. I would never dare cheat on you!” Your frustration was palpable.
“And why is it so fucking hard to believe I wouldn’t either?” Suddenly, you could clearly see how sadness clouded his features.
The room seemed to close in around you both. Then, all of a sudden, you realized that healing from this and moving forward required a level of understanding and compassion that seemed beyond reach in the heat of this argument.
In that moment, you knew for certain that it was over. The love you had once celebrated, the memories you had shared, now felt like distant echoes of a happier time.
How did you both allow things to spiral into such chaos? This living room had transformed into a battleground, where words cut like knives. Where were the Daniel and YN who were deeply in love? The ones who, for the first time, felt safe to be vulnerable and discuss a future they had envisioned together; one with a couple of tiny little feet running around the farm in a couple of years and joking about how wild a perfect mix of Australian and Latino genes would be. Now, you stood face to face, unrecognizable, refusing to show any sign of surrender.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
It wasn’t supposed to end at all.
The silence in the room was suffocating. All the energy and adrenaline left your body at once. You felt emotionally drained, as though a storm had swept through your heart and left it battered and exhausted.
You took a sit back on the couch and ran your hands across your face, squeezing your eyes shut. “We can't go on like this.”
So, this is it, Daniel thought. Dread twisted in his gut; he felt like he might throw up. His shoulders slumped and he raked his fingers through his hair as he took a seat next to you. The vulnerability in your words cut him deeply, but he understood the gravity of the situation. "You're right," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion. “We tried, didn’t we? We gave it our best shot” a sad smile adorned his tired face. “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” he murmured as tears shone in his eyes.
“I'm sorry, too. I wanted to make it work. I always just wanted to be the one.” Your heart seemed to shatter into even smaller fragments. As you wiped away a single tear that trickled down your cheek, the physical act of brushing it away only served to accentuate the profound pain that had settled within your chest. It felt as though each tear carried with it a piece of your shattered dreams and the love that was now slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. In that fleeting moment, your heartache intensified, and you realized that this breakup was leaving you more broken than you had ever thought possible.
As the final words echoed in the room, you, your tears spent, turned and walked out into the bedroom, leaving Daniel alone with the weight of what had just transpired.
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As soon as you left the room, you locked yourself in the bathroom and texted Blake. You asked him if there was any chance, he could talk to the hotel so you could get another room for the remaining time you had to be in quarantine. The request took him by complete surprise, and you explained shortly that Daniel and you had just broken up.
He assured you he was going to do everything in his power to get you a new room. You were sure that as soon as you hung up the phone, he was already texting Daniel asking for a better explanation.
As you sat on the bathroom floor, the pain was all-encompassing, a relentless throb deep within your chest that left you gasping for air. It felt as though a gaping void had taken up residence in your heart, and you weren’t sure how to fill it.
Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Numbness had started to settle in. A surreal feeling that this couldn't be real, that you would wake up from this nightmare at any moment. You wished that a switch would flip and make it all go away, but the pain persisted.
Bitterness and anger boiled within you. You felt wronged by the universe, by the cruel twist of fate that had torn you both apart. You resented the public scrutiny, the relentless judgment from fans and strangers alike, and the demands of your high-profile careers.
You felt unbearably alone. You longed for Daniel’s presence, for the familiar comfort of his arms, but he was no longer yours to hold. Your heart ached for the man you thought, for a short period, you would spend the rest of your life with, even though you knew that was no longer possible. The pain of heartbreak was, for you, an agonizing and inescapable reality, and you had yet to discover how to heal and move forward.
Turns out Blake went beyond of what you initially asked for. He arranged for you to take the PCR test again to confirm that you had not contracted the virus while sharing a room with Daniel.
After two slow and torturous days, where you spent your time curled up on the couch and Daniel spent his in the bedroom — a decision you made, he was the sick one after all. After two consecutive negative results, you were given the green light to leave. You had already packed your things after your call with Blake a few days ago, hoping you could change rooms. He had asked you if you needed anything else, saying he was willing to facilitate everything for you. He saw you as a fundamental part of this little dysfunctional family and had developed a deep affection for you. You couldn’t thank him enough.
Soon you had a plane waiting to take you back to L.A., to a house, not a home, all alone. You were leaving behind what you've come to realize was your home in the last two years.
You awkwardly said goodbye to Daniel. Your voice sounded tired, while he shifted on his feet on the threshold of the bedroom door. Curls wild, beard a bit longer than the past days and the bags under his eyes looked even more prominent. Despite the visible signs of weariness on both of you, you still couldn't draw any solace from the shared pain.
You knew you had to find your own path, to heal from these wounds, and to rediscover who you were outside of the relationship. As the plane took off, you made a silent promise to yourself to emerge from this ordeal stronger, wiser, and ready to face the world, no matter how unforgiving it might be.
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valexformula1 · 2 years ago
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Electricity - DR3
Request: No
Summary: Reader and Daniel being fools for each other but not confessing after Daniel heard Lewis is gonna ask reader out
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x best friend!reader
Word Count: 1323
Warnings: little sad and fluff, house moving, Daniel and reader being a pair of fools for ice cream, cursing
Author’s Note: Inspired by the song electricity of Silk City, Dua Lipa. Don’t be a ghost reader, it took me a while to write in it.
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1996
At your 7 years you got to move from your country because your father got a job offer at Perth, Australia, you got to admin it was scary at first, moving from Peru to Australia was not easy especially when it was a different idiom, people, school, basically everything. Your mother died when you were 4, so it has been you and your dad only until you meet him.
Your dad was a mechanic engineer, and he was working at the Australia track when you meet him. 
It was a very hotness Wednesday when you were looking around for your dad since you got lost looking the other cars when suddenly him bumped you, a pretty boy with big brown eyes and a cheeky smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going” 
“Sorry too, are you okey? ” he said cheking on you to see if you were fine
“Yep, I’m y/n by the way”
“I’m Daniel, nice to meet you” he said shaking hands with you “Come on, let’s go for some ice cream” 
Before you could answer he was already running and holding your hand, so you could follow him.
Since that you and him start to hang more and more becoming best friends, you attending to his races and him been for you in every broken heart.
2011
When I'm with you
Ooh, baby
Giving up my ghost for you
“Gosh Daniel, I’m so proud of you debuting for F1” you said
“What you think about the race?” he replied
“That someone is getting an F1 seat soon” 
“You really think so?”
“Absolutely, you’ll see”
“Thanks, changing theme” he said looking behind you “where is Michael?”
“He isn’t coming, actually he isn’t coming anymore we split out, think it wasn’t meant to be”
“What? Why? You okey?”
“Yep, we just wanted different things” you said trying to recover the reality “come on let’s go for some ice cream” you said grabbing his hand.
The truth was that Micheal want to call it quits since he saw how much time you spend with Daniel and you attending to the race and cancelling your date 3 days before was the straw that broke the camel's back. 
He told you that it was clear you and Daniel were in love, so he broke up with you, you didn’t agree with him saying that you got a thing for Daniel when it wasn’t he was your best friend that was all.
2021
All I see is you, lately
Wide awake and in my dreams
I see your face so vividly
I don't know what I'd do
Ooh, baby
If you only saw a friend in me
I'd be bittersweet
That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, every time that you saw, hug or touch Daniel there was a feeling, a feeling in your stomach.
This started to happen since that GP 2 years ago when he wins, you watch him get off the stage to hug you and since then you could stop thinking about him. 
Now you weren’t dumb you knew what it meant, but it didn’t matter, today you decided to give it a shot and tell him after the race. 
“Hey Dan, congrats on p4” you said after entering on his driver's room
“Thanks y/n” okey it was now or never
“So, I want to tell you something” said both of you
“Go ahead” he said
“No, you” you said thinking he would say what you think it was, was it that he felt the same? He also likes you ?
“Well, I meet this pretty girl yesterday and I ask her to go on a date tomorrow” he said smiling
After that you learn that online date apps were not that bad at all.
2022
I know you've been treating, treating yourself wrong
So let me care for you
Ooh, baby
I'ma love you differently
I'll give you electricity
“Hey, you wanna grab some ice cream?” you said to him after he opens the door of the hotel
Everybody knew Daniel wasn’t having the time of his life this season with Mclaren treating him like shit.
“Thank but not in the mood” he says a little sad
“What’s wrong?” you could feel something was not fine
“Imleavingmclaren” he whispered 
“What?” you replied confused
“I’m leaving Mclaren y/n” he said more loud this time with tears in his eyes
This past few weeks Daniel was the center of attention on the paddock but not for a good reason, everyone wanted to know where he was going to go or do after the news. Daniel started to push everyone, fake smiling all the time, there wasn’t that smile that you saw years ago anymore, he started to lose weight and cancelled to your friend dates.
“Daniel, talk to me” you beg, this week you found out Daniel wasn’t eating
“I am fine”
“No you’re not, you being skipping foods” 
“Just wasn’t hungry, that’s all”
“What about our Wednesdays of ice cream that you seem to skip now” you replied a little angry now
“Busy”
“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo stop it, I know you since we were 7, and I know you are not fine, and it’s okey not being fine sometimes” you said now hugging him
“It’s just too much for me right now, I feel like my life doesn’t matter anymore, I feel lost” he cried
“You’re going to be fine, let me care for you ”
2023
I feel electric, baby
So electric, baby
Wanna let you know, let you know
I think I'm ready, baby
I think I'm ready, now
It was the Australia GP and you decided to go see it with Daniel, that night at the hotel he started to feel better, it has been a tough way, but now he was the third driver of Red Bull Racing, and he had enough time for Wednesdays of Ice cream.
“Hey Seb, how retiring treating you?”
“Very good, where is your lovebird?”
“Not my lovebird”
“Come on y/n, you two are bound to one another, you always have been, and I know he feels the same” 
“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think he feels the same way” you replied
“Who? Daniel?” said Hanna joining the conversation “he is a fool for you” 
“Yep but y/n says he is not” Seb said telling his wife the context 
“I even thought you were dating, there is no way he doesn’t” she said
“Yeah, well he doesn’t” you said 
Max has won the Australia GP, and you’re at the hotel getting ready for the party when you heard a knock.
“Hi Dan” you said opening the door
“So I heard Lewis want to ask you out” he says while entering to the room.
What? Lewis? I mean he was cute, well hot, but you were more into a certain Australian “Really? Who you kn..” you couldn’t finish because you feel his lips against you. 
“Before you said anything I just want you to know I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at that Wednesday when we went to eat ice cream, and you order vanilla, and ever since that day I have hidden my feelings because I didn’t want to lose you, but now I heard Lewis want to ask you out, so I have to risk now because I know him, and I know that if you say yes to that date I will lose you forever so here I’m telling you everything and hoping you feel the same way y/n”  he lower his head as he finishes saying that, not wanting to look your reaction but instead of a push he feels your lips again.
“That means you like me too?”
“Of course you fool”
He started to smile, grab your hand and run while yelled “Come on, let’s grab some ice cream to commemorate this moment” 
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mythicalmaven · 2 months ago
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PROMPTLIST [REQUESTS OPEN] | F1
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♥ I made a promplist in case people wanted to request something, but aren't sure what to :) ♥ Just let me know the numbers you've chosen, which driver(s) you want it to be about & if you want fluff or smut (or both) & I'll try to write it asap💕 (im open to write a lot of types of pairing, like f.e. f!reader, m!reader, driver x driver or maybe even a threesome or foursome, whatever you like)
♥which drivers can you request? lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, alex albon, george russell, logan sargeant, pierre gasly, oliver bearman, franco colapinto, max verstappen, liam lawson, kimi antonelli, jack doohan
⬇️ Down here you can find a list with either fluff, smut, angsty prompts out of which you can choose (feel free to combine)
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PROMPTLIST (smut&fluff)
"use my thigh"
"if you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask"
"like what you see?"
"don't be shy, touch me"
"keep your eyes on me, love"
"Can you be good for me?" 
"It's so hot when you talk like that." 
"if you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to the bedroom"
"but what about the cameras?" - "they can't see us from this angle, if you stay still"
"you look su fucking hot right now"
"you have no idea what you do to me"
"do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?"
"you’re fucking soaked"
"Care to join me?"
"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 
“touch yourself, i want to watch"
"you can practice on me"
"fucking hell, if I knew you were this good, I would have gotten you on your knees earlier"
"Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you.. with my hand down my pants.."
"let them know you're mine"
"you want me, don't you?"
"don't make me say it"
"I..uh.." - "I have never done this before"
"We can take things slow if you want?"
"We don't have to have a label, if you don't want to"
"i didn't realize I was in love with you until it was too late to stop"
"okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?" 
"we shouldn't do this"
"Leave me alone." - "Don't say things you don't mean" 
"i don’t want anyone else."
"what does this make us?"
"Do you really think it’s so crazy to feel that way about me?"
"nobody can know about this, okay?"
"I think about you all the time."
"Are you blushing?! That’s adorable."
"you're so cute"
"So.. this is the part where we kiss, right?"
"I never thought you'd feel the same?"
"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?"
"I don’t want him/her. I want you."
"is that my shirt/hoodie/jacket?"
"My eyes are up here, babygirl:
"Jealous? Me? Pff.. absolutely not" - "Okay.. fine.. I am jealous. Happy now?"
"I'm not jealous, it's just that you belong to me"
"God, I am so in love with you"
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that"
"But.. I thought you said you didn't feel the same"
"For my sanity, i think we should start dating"
"Do you even need to ask?"
"I don't think I can explain it either, but yeah. Yeah, I do."
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onboardsorasora · 3 months ago
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Enchanted AU: Part 36
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Your eyes do not deceive you, its a new chapter! (which I started months ago and tabled). We're going back to irregular updates here-- mostly whenever I feel a vibe. If a new plot forms, it forms! I missed these two, happy to write them again.
Enchanted AU - Disney Princess Dan 1 | Part 35
Max placed his hand on Daniel's bouncing thigh as they sat in the back of the SUV. The skyline was a beautiful orange that reminded him of the smoke that followed him around the grandstands.
Perth was beautiful.
Joe had only given him a stern look in place of a shovel talk before shaking his hand. No doubt Grace and Michelle took care of that. Daniel had clutched Joe like his life depended on it and Max was able to see the absolute relief that fluttered over the elder Ricciardo’s face. 
Daniel seemed to get more and more nervous the closer they got to the family ranch. He'd begun biting his cuticles along with his leg hopping.
“What's wrong?” Max leaned over to whisper. Daniel jolted a little before smiling.
“I'm just excited to see everyone I think. It's like been so long.”
“They'll all be happy to see you, I think.” Max knew Daniel meant all the animals in his ‘everyone’ and he couldn't wait to maybe meet some of them. 
They arrived not too long afterwards and there was a flurry of activity. Daniel was scooped up into many hugs and Max was even enfolded into the bosom of an older woman who mumbled to him in Italian. She looked at Max's face this way and that from varying angles before she smiled beautifully as if satisfied.
“Nonna please.” Daniel came to save him, he muttered to the woman in Italian in a pleading tone and she only smirked at him and said something in what Max could only claim as an ‘i told you so’ tone.
“Don't mind her.” Daniel was blushing as he spoke, tugging Max out of the house by his hand. They exited through a door in the kitchen and Max saw that the land went on for kilometers. 
“Would you like to meet everyone?” Daniel asked shyly. Max threaded his fingers through Daniel's and brought the back of his tattooed wrist to his lips.
“I'd be honoured.”
Daniel led them through a side gate that separated a garden area from what seemed to be the greater farm. They didn't walk very far before they were immediately swarmed by a small herd of llamas, sheep and horses. 
Daniel took a minute to laugh and interact with the animals before tugging Max forward. He sang Max's introduction, and soon he was overwhelmed with animals trying to get his attention.
Max doesn't know how long they spent out there, going for rides with the herd. He was amazed at how excited the animals were to see Daniel again. It felt like the time in the glade in Monaco on steroids. Max watched as Daniel stroked the head of a foal tucked into his side, he smiled softly as they were presented with all of the new babies to ooh and ahh over.
If Max didn't know any better, he'd have thought they stepped into a Disney movie or something.
Grace stepped out onto the back patio with a grin and her hands on her hips. Daniel looked up from where he was nuzzling an alpaca and nodded. 
“It's dinner time I think.” Daniel murmured, reaching for Max's hand.
It took some coaxing and promises of more cuddle time for the animals to let them go. Daniel also promised to brush the horses before the night was over. 
“C’mon Mr popular.” Max teased, pulling Daniel close by the wrist. Daniel ducked his head in a blush and pushed Max's shoulder with his. 
“Did you– everyone enjoyed meeting you.” Daniel bit his lip nervously. He hoped Max hadn't been too overwhelmed.
Max kissed their joined hands. “It was lovely. Everyone really loves you.” Max said honestly. He only felt a little badly that he'd had Daniel to himself all this time. 
“I missed them as well. If I knew I'd have been gone for so long I'd have given everyone more kisses!” Daniel babbled. “I'll make sure to spend time with everyone before we leave for Melbourne.”
They stepped onto the back porch and Max pulled Daniel into his arms. He kissed Daniel's temple, smiling a little at the thought of Daniel coming with him to a race weekend. He was more excited than he realized, the anticipation of Daniel in his world– seeing him in his element was high. 
“I'll come with you.” Max promised, enjoying the beaming smile Daniel sent his way. It would be lovely, he knew. Any time spent with Daniel was.
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more-mara · 2 months ago
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F1 Fanfic Masterlist
I WRITE NSFW SO IF THATS NOT FOR YOU THEN CLICK AWAY!!
Here is a list (with links) of all of my fics!
I also have some shorter things on this page that you can find by clicking the ‘maras fics’ tag on this post!
(Just click on the fic title and it will bring you to AO3!)
MY AO3 👉 HERE
Take Me As I Am - E - Lando and the consequences of calling Oscar ‘Osc’
Lando Norris/ Oscar Piastri
Lando Norris/ Carlos Sainz (briefly)
Misunderstanding - T - Lando thinks he’s pregnant and freaks the fuck out. This is NOT mpreg, Lando is just an absolute moron who lacks cognitive function
Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri
We’ve Been Compromised! 5+1 - E - Five times Oscar caught Lando in compromising positions with other men + one time he was the other man.
Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri
Lando Norris/Max Verstappen
Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz
Lando Norris/Charles Leclerc
Lando Norris/Alex Albon/George Russell
Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo
A Letter to My First Love - G - Lando, Oscar, and a love letter
Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri
The Price of Your Love - E - The much needed Carcar sugar daddy AU
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Call Me - E - Carlos takes Oscar’s virginity and doesn’t call back in the morning
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Heat of The Moment - M - Oscar goes into an unexpected heat
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Radio Silence - E - This is just Carcar hate sex lmao
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Unwanted Changes - M - Carlos and Lando have a domestic dispute over facial hair
Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz
How Did It Ever Come To This? - M - Carlos and Lando struggle with their PR relationship.
Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz
Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo
Under-negotiated - M - Lando and Max make out in the changing rooms after their little padel date.
Lando Norris/Max Verstappen
Looking for attention, needed intervention - G - Oscar can shapeshift into a cat and that’s pretty much the entire plot.
Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen
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babyboydaniel · 4 months ago
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Morning Sun (M) | Daniel Ricciardo x Lando Norris
Warnings: smut | word count: 1.3K
This is a random one-shot I wrote today, it has not been edited so sorry for any grammar mistakes or misspelling. I just have been soft for Dando and needed to write something.
The soft haze of the morning sun settled over the room. A hum of distant cars and light conversations were a source of comfort. And the warmth that enveloped every inch of his body brought him absolute peace.
Mornings like this were Lando’s favorite. Everything felt soft. Tender. Intimate in a way that is hard to describe. A feeling that doesn’t have a word in the English language.
His mind was distanced from racing, from the drama of the paddock, from the absurdity of the media and the societal pressures of being a F1 driver.
He was instead tangled in the limbs of his boyfriend. All worries abandoned and replaced with absolute contentment.
Absently, Lando delicately ran his fingers through Daniel’s tousled curls. Staring at Daniel could be considered one of Lando’s favorite pastimes. His eyes flitted from the strong slope of his nose, his pillowy pink lips, the laugh lines lax with sleep, the soft curl of his eyelashes. He could go on. There is so much about him that is undeniably beautiful and equally soft. If Lando was a poet he would have written several books by now. Waxing on about every minuscule detail. Bleeding an abundance of love all over each page. But, sadly he is not, instead he attempts to capture this version of Daniel in photographs. Though they never quite do his feelings justice.
As his mind drifted, he felt the delicate press of lips against his chest, “Good morning,” Daniel whispered.
“Good morning,” Lando responded just as quietly. His hand moved from his hair to gently caress his cheek. Daniel leaned into the touch, his eyes still closed and a tiny smile tugged at his lips.
Lando was almost overwhelmed with the flood of emotions that crashed over him as he watched Daniel turn and press a kiss to the palm of his hand.
Daniel did not stop there though, his lips trailed beyond his wrist, past the dip of his elbow, skimming along his collarbone, until they rested against the hinge of his jaw. Lando’s breath hitched as he nipped at the skin there, followed by the flick of his tongue.
“Daniel,” Lando breathed as his fingers returned to his hair.
“Hmm?” Daniel teased as he continued to bite and kiss at his neck. Definitely leaving marks but neither of them could be too fussed to care.
“Come here,” he whined as he lazily tugged on his hips until Daniel was straddling his thighs. Lando moaned as he shifted above him, Daniel brushing against his covered crotch with an erection of his own.
Daniel chuckled lightly as Lando squirmed beneath him. He kissed along his jaw until his lips hovered over his. Lando licked his lips, his tongue grazing Daniel’s bottom lip in the process. Daniel’s eyes shifted to his, his warm, comforting gaze cloaked with uninhibited desire.
“Danny,” Lando whimpered, “want you.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Please.”
With that Daniel finally pressed his lips against his. But, it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was tender, so tender. It made Lando’s heart ache. Just a whisper of a barely there touch. Daniel’s hand cradled his face as if he was made of porcelain. Always so gentle with him.
Lando kissed him back with the same amount of love. Pouring out every emotion that consumed him. Wanting Daniel to feel everything that he made him feel. To be adored and cared for and loved.
With a final kiss pressed to his lips, Daniel moved his way back down his neck. Following the marks he left there moments ago. Gliding over the bruised skin until his lips found Lando’s bare chest where he immediately took one of his nipples between his lips. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud as he coaxed moans from Lando. Lando could not help but to chase for more, as he pushed himself against Daniel’s slick mouth. Needing to have more of him.
Daniel released his nipple with a pop, “Greedy,” he teased before resuming his previous actions on the other side.
Lando was unsure of how much time passed as Daniel swapped back and forth from one side of his chest to the other. He did not know if it was due to the diffused morning sun but everything felt a bit floaty. Almost dreamlike. It was pleasure on an entirely different level. More rounded and pliable.
“You still with me?” Daniel questioned, as one of his hands found his. His fingers gently squeezed his own. Urging Lando to return to him.
Lando nodded, “Mmhmm.”
Daniel smiled up at him. Not the wide one that showed all his teeth that people associated with him. One that was special to Lando, filled with the same amount of mirth but balanced out with adoration. A smile that communicated all his feelings and then some without a single word.
“Good,” Daniel murmured before he placed a kiss below his belly button. His fingers danced along the waistband of his underwear, slipping beneath the elastic to touch the soft skin that resided below.
“Daniel,” Lando moaned. His leaking cock caught on the damp fabric of his underwear as his hips thrusted to meet Daniel’s touch.
“More, please.”
With a swift motion, Daniel had him naked. His cock was hot and leaking against his stomach. His desire for Daniel was evident, unable to be hidden. Like a neon sign on a dark street.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Daniel responded while shimming out of his own briefs.
Daniel’s body was beautiful, to put it simply. But, there was something about the way his tanned skin glimmered beneath the filtered sun. The rays softening his lean muscles. His amber eyes golden as he stared down at Lando.
Before Lando had his fill of unabashedly ogling his boyfriend, Daniel had them flipped over. Lando nestled into his lap, his arms immediately wrapped around the others neck while Daniel looped one arm around his back. Lando hissed as his cock brushed against Daniel’s. His hips rocked forward seeking more.
The casual drag of his slick tip against Daniel’s length was not enough. “Danny, please,” Lando whined.
Lando gasped as Daniel pressed his lips to his. A sense of urgency and desperation fell over the pair. Daniel’s tongue parted Lando’s lips, licking into his mouth. The slick feeling of their tongues sliding against each other only made Lando wetter, precum dribbled out from his cock, coating Daniel. Then Daniel grabbed both of them in his hand.
“Fuck,” Lando whimpered as Daniel’s hand glided between them. The sound of their arousal echoed around the room.
Lando tucked his head against Daniel’s neck as he continued to thrust into his fist. His breath came in tiny pants as he brought him closer to the edge. His teeth caught against his bottom lip, fingers gripped the hair at Daniel’s nape. Daniel’s hand splayed against his lower back cradled him closer. His head bent to whisper lovingly filthy words in his ear.
With a moan muffled by Daniel’s neck, Lando released over his fist. His cum coating the tantalizing rose tattoo inked into Daniel’s hand. Daniel quickly followed, swearing under his breath as his release mixed with Lando’s.
Daniel wiped his hand on an abandoned pair of underwear before gently wiping any that remain from their bodies. He pressed a delicate kiss to Lando’s damp curls as he shifted them down the bed until they were laying down once again. This time Lando’s head rested on Daniel’s chest. His body completely covered his boyfriends.
“Love you,” Lando stated as his eyes became harder to keep open. Complete bliss blanketed his body.
“Love you too,” Daniel responded as he hugged him closer.
The two of them laid in bed much longer than planned but they had no where else to be. Plus, mornings with Daniel were unmatched and Lando would take that over anything any day.
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miloformula123fan · 5 months ago
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300 followers celebration
okay wtf guys im actually gonna cry :). thank y'all so much for all the love you have given me.
im gonna start by apologising because I have not been that active. i went and saw challengers, started watching ted lasso and got into professional cycling, and my exams are just about to finish and im gonna be honest i have been just reading fanfiction based on those. (because my ADHD hyperfixation has hit this point)
also small apology to the people waiting on the bachelor fic, i've rewritten the first chapter twice, but rest assured once i get the first chapter out of the way, the next few will come in quicker
But I am getting back into the hot men of f1, thank god, and initially this celebration was going to be closer to july, but here we are, and so this event will run a while.
Basically to explain it's an f1 x olympics!reader :) because i have a hyperfixation on the olympics
Rules:
Pick 1 letters, one for the person and one number for the reader's sport - i will then make a moodboard AND A small blurb :) (cause i need to get out of the writing slump)
my guidelines are here
i am only writing for the drivers and related people listed (but if you really want another driver, chuck it in my inbox and ill probably make it anyway)
this is only for moodboards and short blurbs, however my requests will remain open through the celebration so if you're inspired by this but want something else instead feel free to head to my inbox :)
please be patient - it may take me a few hours to do yours, but depending on how many requests I get, it could take a few days
please specify gender, else i'll probably make it gender neutral
for now no limit on how many requests 1 person can submit, but if i get overwhelmed I will
i will take description requests, face claim requests, blurb requests, country requests, whatever you want to specify BUT all I need is 1 letter, 1 number and a gender for reader :)
the event will close on the 11th of august (when the olympics end) (and also so i have a little bit of a time before a birthday celebration!)
NOW TO THE CELEBRATION:
PICK 1 LETTER - ONE FOR DRIVER
AND PICK 1 NUMBER - ONE FOR READER
drivers!
A - Alex Albon
B -  Ollie Bearman
C - Charles Leclerc
D - Mick Schumacher
E - Esteban Ocon
F - Fernando Alonso
G - James Vowles
H - Liam Lawson
I - Peter Bonnington
J - Jack Doohan
K - Kimi Raikkonen
L - Lewis Hamilton
M - Max Verstappen
N - Lando Norris
O - Oscar piastri
P - Pierre Gasly
Q - Logan Sargeant
R - Daniel Ricciardo
S - Carlos Sainz
T - Yuki Tsunoda
U - Lance Stroll
V - Sebastian Vettel
W - Mark Webber
X - Paul Aron
Y - Toto Wolff
Z - Jenson Button
reader!
breaking
boxing
volleyball
golf
rhythmic gymnastics
tennis
modern pentathlon
weightlifting
equestrian
bmx cycling racing
football/soccer
basketball
archery
diving
shooting
handball
triathlon
water polo
judo
swimming
hockey
wrestling
marathon swimming
3 x 3 basketball
trampoline gymnastics
sport climbing
mountain bike cycling
rugby sevens
track cycling
road cycling
sailing
sprint canoe
beach volleyball
badminton
taekwondo
bmx freestyle cycling
canoe slalom
fencing
rowing
surfing
skateboarding
artistic gymnastics
artistic swimming
athletics
table tennis
taglist of people who i hope are interested (if not just ignore :) ):
@barcelonaloverf1life, @leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @badblondebisexualboy, @ghostking4m, @fate-posts, @evelyn-4034, @jupiter-je-taime, @redcrescentmoons, @youraveragebritishamerican, @v3lnys, @thatonesblog, @seventeendevotee, @annegrey, @pear-1206, @alchemxx
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thef1diary · 3 months ago
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🔳 WIPs & Requests
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Requested a fic? If it’s included in either of the lists below, it’ll eventually be posted.
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WIPs
— *no title yet* daniel x tattoo artist!reader
— baby jr ~ chapter 8
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REQUESTS (completed in no particular order)
~ please keep in mind that while I do try to complete as many requests as I can, I cannot write them all. If your request is in the list below, I will eventually write it, but I cannot guarantee when. If it is not in this list, unfortunately I won’t be writing it.
— m. verstappen, marriage of convenience
— m. verstappen, somnophilia
— g. russell, breeding kink
— g. russell, single parent au
— lbf blurb, max & bella karting
— lbf blurb, sickfic
— lbf blurb, proposal
— lbf blurb, argument
— d. ricciardo, race win smut
— d. ricciardo, giving him flowers
— d. ricciardo, moving in together
— d. ricciardo, gangbang
— d. ricciardo, making love then fucking
— d. ricciardo, cowgirl bartender!reader
— d. ricciardo, hand kink, based on an interview
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alpinelogy · 10 months ago
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2023 fic rec ask game: favorite rarepair fic?
I've read a surprising number of rarepairs in the past year, about half of my bookmarks could be considered rarepairs
Anyway I couldn't filter it down to one so a couple favorites
Aurora Borealis by legolasass (zweizimtsterne) Martin Garrix/Lando Norris, G The writing in this is perfect, somehow the short snippets of what happens just work perfectly, I absolutely adore the slow relationship progression, how Martin considers Lando a friend but not a friend friend for so long but they become friends eventually. The ending is perfect as well
When Did We Fall In Love? by crochet_heart Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell, G Words are not wording™ today but this was a lot of nice fluff :)). Definitely what got me into the Daniel/George agenda initially I think
The Worst Way to Love Someone is Quietly by LilShiro (@lil-shiro) George Russell/Lance Stroll, M Heartbreaking. I love a well written soulmate AU and this was definitely a good one
Out of the Slipstream by cobalamincosel Daniel Ricciardo/Lando Norris, E Class let's discuss if Dando is a rarepair. I don't usually read Dando but this type of AU is exactly up my alley and I'm glad I gave it a chance. I love seeing my silly guys in slightly different situations than they would encounter normally and manager!Daniel was honestly a joy to read
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