#alpha in tauris is mine. obviously

[butchboromir]

everyone is assigned one mountain goats song that resonates at their soul's specific frequency

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

Oooo part 4 already, thank you all for your likes and support! I’m so glad people are reading this stuff hahaha, anyway this chapter is gonna be broken apart into part 5 as well purely cos idk I got a bit of writers block on this chapter. But thank you for all your support& feedback, I’m going to incorporate it more into part 5 (without spoiling).

If anybody wants continuously tagging in this series / removing let me know!

@benbarneslut @dinodumbass

Daniel finds it impossible to think straight when she’s around, he’s becoming more and more intoxicated by her and when he’s finished a training session with the lack of her fathers presence, he sought’s her out once again…

Sighing, she lent over the paddock balcony, watching Daniel doing lap after lap on the Monegasque track. There was something so sexy about watching a man being so passionate and determined, not to mention dominant on the track. She knew he was training his ass off, like he always had, he was ready to race for Alpha Tauri, in one weeks time, barely having a day off.

Phone and cameras were pointed towards her, capturing several pictures of the beautiful girl. She was glowing, radiant in her pastel green summer dress. The wind blew her hair, into a picturesque mess. She knew about the attention, but shied away. A soft smile was thrown their way, before she gave Daniel one last glance and headed back to the bar inside.

Daniel. She couldn’t get the Australian off her mind. There obviously was a crush there, but the feelings that lingered around after their sexual encounters was complicated. Deep down, she knew she liked him. But another side of her worried he would never reciprocate her feelings. Everything between them had been strictly friendly for the past week, well apart from the time their hands met under a table. Daniel seemed to walk out of the room later that evening with his head hung in shame. Y/n couldn’t quite understand it. It hurt her feelings.

One minute he was texting her at 1AM, or telling her how beautiful she looked, the next he had the most guilty expression lingering on his face. There was nothing inappropriate between them, yeah she was younger, but it wasn’t weird, nor was it creepy. The only other thing was that her dad was so close to Daniel. He was their team principle- not that he’d banish Daniel for finding out, but she supposed no father wanted to know his daughters business with… one of his friends.

In the end, she just came to the conclusion than it was nothing more than an extreme sexual attraction, as did he (both obviously deluded). Her hunger was insatiable, as was his. When he came off the track, he caught a sight of the back of her. She was walking alone, phone in hand, dress slightly flowing as her curled hair bounced with each stride. Daniel felt like a weirdo, watching her walk away, but he couldn’t help it. The swing of her hips had him in a trance, his dick almost started hardening at the memory of the pictures he’d looked through of her last night. The videos from when they sexted, how wet her pussy sounded, how she’d gasped his name as she played with herself.

Christian was nowhere to be seen, putting Daniel’s mine at ease as he followed her through into the drivers room which she’d disappeared into moments before. She was alone, Daniel felt like an animal, shoving open the door and revealing her stood sipping from a bottle. She was reading something on her phone, glancing up in an inquisitive manner. She only smiled when she realised it was him. Daniel sighed, closing the door and watching her place her phone and the bottle down on one side. When his fingers clicked the door shut and locked, she attempted to let out a quick giggle. “What’re you-“

“C’mere. Just c’mere.” The Aussie hushed, striding over and taking her within his arms. His hands caressed over her face, pulling in for a deep kiss. There was nobody here to spoil the moment, Daniel wouldn’t allow his anxieties to take over as he kissed her deeply. He was already hard, straining in the suit, and she didn’t fail to notice this moments prior.

They didn’t speak, they just shared a heated kiss, inwardly moaning and sighing into one another’s mouths. “So you can finally touch me?” She whispered, breath hot against his face as he yanked her back in for another kiss. Daniel hummed, barely a response as he tightened his grip on the back of her head. She liked the way his fingers curled into her strands of hair, she imagined him pulling it back in a ponytail as she went down on him.

“Daniel.” She moaned, his lips trailing over her neck and collar bone. “C’mere, come sit on my lap.” He whispered, leading her towards the couch facing the TV’s as he watched in awe as she sat, each leg on his either side as he caressed her cheek, neck, down her shoulder and then cupped her ass under her dress. “Been watching you today..” he kissed her. “You look fucking beautiful.” He genuinely complimented as a smile lifted on her face, kissing him sweetly. Daniel found it endearing. “Wanted you to myself… just kiss me for a while.” He quickly spoke, the small admission making him nervous. He didn’t give it a chance to see her react, he was worried, so just kissed her instead. The kiss quickly turned into something more, she was grinding into his lap, his hands sliding up her dress and gripping her ass and hips like his life depended on it. She rolled back over him, sighing at the friction it caused as he watched with hazy eyes. Daniel slowly pulled down her underwear, watching back up to her cautiously, he tugged them fully off, pushing her shoes off to get the lace over her feet before stuffing the underwear into his pocket. “You keeping that?” She giggled.

“You know I am.” He smiled, kissing her lightly. “It’s mine now.” Daniel let out a breathy laugh before slipping her fingers over her wet pussy. As she opened her mouth to let out a breath, he mimicked, watching back to her. “Daniel-“ she barely spoke his name, overcome by the pleasure of having his fingers finally touching her. His finger slipped inside, cooing at her tightness as he watched his digit slide in and out, covered in her slick. “Fuckkk, you’re tight.” The Australian rung out. “Aren’t you?” Nudging his face up, he watched her with a tilted head, her face ever so slightly contorted in pleasure. She was so beautiful, it was intoxicating. “Yeah.” She whispered, hands settling on his shoulders to support herself as he fingered her gently. With each push she shuddered, hips ever so slightly gyrating with the movement. “Think you can take another?” He quietly spoke, watching her nod with a sigh before he squeezed in a second finger. “Fuck.” She sobbed, hiding her face in his shoulder. Daniel felt a softness run through his veins as he stroked his other hand up the bare of her back.

“That feel good?” “Yeah.” “Yeah?” She nodded into Daniel’s neck as he began twitching his fingers inside of her. She was so fucking warm and tight, Daniel didn’t know how he didn’t cum in 20 seconds when they last fucked. “Daniel.” Her hips moved harsher now, finger tips finding her way down to her aching clit as she sat back, making eye contact with the brown eyed man. “Bet you taste so good, don’t you?” He spoke as she slowed her movements, savouring the sensation of his fingers inside her cunt.

She moaned quietly, watching his eyes fall down to her. “Can I taste you?” Who was she to say no? “Yeah… please.” her head lolled as Daniel set her on the couch, propping her up before his lips attached to her thigh. “Daniel, don’t tease.” She warned, slapping his head ever so lightly.

“Sorry.” He genuinely smiled, before maintaining eye contact and wrapping his mouth around her pussy. Her eyes almost rolled back as he let out a satisfied moan, tasting her wet cunt as she dropped her head back with a sigh. “Taste so good.” Daniel started off with whispers, they both did. But as the pleasure and pace increased, she had to bite back on her hand, letting out small whined and hums as he edged her closer to an orgasm with his mouth. He was so fucking good at this, soft with her sensitive core, but using the perfect amount of pressure to bring her to peak.

“Daniel!” She choked, louder now as he squeezed his cock through his suit before using the hand to hold her thighs separate. “Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.” She moaned his name like a mantra, it spurred him on, despite the ache in his fingers, he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t until she finished. “C’mon, I know you can cum for me.” He hushed, his accent driving her crazy as she snatched at his hair desperately. Her hips were bucking wildly and she was sweating profusely causing a shiny sheen over her tits and stomach. “Please!” She choked as he nodded, sucking on her clit. “Cum for me.” He insisted as her head tossed back, back arching up in desperation.

“C’mon, show me who this sweet cunt belongs to.” “You, Daniel!” She pleaded as he felt more precum leak from his aching member. If he didn’t touch himself now he thought he’d die.

“Yes, yes, yes! It’s all yours Daniel!” He liked this, watching her with desperate eyes as she let out one loud gasp, his free hand clasping over her mouth before her body seized and began convulsing from the effects of her orgasm. Her eyebrows tightened and eyes scrunched, Daniel felt how tight she went around his fingers and imagined how good it felt when she did that on his cock. She began tapping quickly on the back of his head. A warning.

He’d just pulled back in time for her to squirt all down his arm, Daniel’s jaw tensing as she let out a muffled cry of pleasure when she released. It was the hottest thing Daniel had ever seen, the way she’d cum on his mouth, pleading with him and telling him she was all his. He gently now pumped his fingers a few more time, milking the last of her orgasm, when she twitched and jittered he knew it was time to stop so pulled out softly, not wanting to overdo her sensitivity. Watching her come down, his head was now on her abdomen, gazing at her blissed out, now relaxed expression. She felt like she’d gone back from heaven and back, nobody had ever made her cum like that, not even herself. Daniel pulled his two fingers up to his mouth. Maintaining eye contact as he sucked them before sliding them up the back of her torso and lifting her closer for a lazy kiss. Her skin was so soft, and she always smelt so good, Daniel found it impossible to let her go.

He had tired her body out, pleasure still swindled her brain as she weakly clung onto him. “That was good, hey?” The Australian man gently asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He watched her with such intense eyes, she was scared in such a vulnerable moment, she’d fall in love. “So good.” Happy with the answer, Daniel nodded and kissed her gently before helping her back to her wobbly feet. She could see how painfully hard he was, reaching out to return the favour, but a hand landed on hers. “Not here. Back at the hotel.” Her eyes widened looking up at the taller man as he adjusted his suit. “You okay?” He then checked. “Yeah.” She blushed, fixing her skirt. Daniel still had her underwear in his pocket, the wetness seeped between her thighs creating an uncomfortably sticky residue. “C’mere.” He muttered, caressing her cheek into another longing kiss. “I’m gonna give you my key card, you can wait in there, ok? I just got some stuff I gotta sort out.” “Okay… I gotta shower.” She awkwardly smiled down to her legs, “you can at mine.” He offered as her eyes were on his again. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He smiled, “I’ll see you there.” He hesitated, not knowing if he should go in for the kiss, but she’d already smirked and begun walking around him. If she knew he wanted another kiss she’d have happily obliged. Daniel felt an odd sense of hurt at the lack of kiss. The thought was quickly shaken off when he’d remembered where she’d be waiting for him.

His hand tightened over the bunched up pair of thongs in his pocket, jaw tightening. This hard on would be borderline impossible to rid of with this much anticipation.

[blorbocedes]

my cant ever say on main yukierre headcanon is pierre will hook up with yuki but its only gay if you bottom so he's very much stick it in, get off and no kissing

for my girlies who can't say it on main 🥰

cw: internalized homophobia, bad sex, dirtbag Pierre, healthy dose of misogyny, heed tags ye who enter

Yuki always hangs around Pierre when he takes him to clubs in Rouen. Obviously it makes hooking up with girls difficult when Yuki's sticking to him like they're a two for one deal — and they're not.

It's fucking annoying -- especially cause there's girls who'll go for Yuki, obviously, language barrier isn't a thing when it comes to starfucking; Pierre doesn't get why Yuki doesn't just go for it, Pierre's more than happy to translate the basics -- 'do you know who I am?' 'I'm kind of a big deal.' 'Your place or mine?' He still drags Yuki along though, he wants to be the one giving him these experiences. They're racing drivers, he needs to learn to act like one.

It always ends like this, they're back at Pierre's apartment -- no girls in tow because of Yuki's clinginess. And well, when Yuki's giggly drunk like this he's kind of like a girl — except not at all, cause he's sturdy and muscled in al the wrong places and distinctly masculine even when his voice is high pitched and moaning 'Pierre' when he has him shoved into the bed. But for this to work, Pierre flips him around, focuses on how tiny Yuki is; like a girl, when he's on his stomach like this, ass up, he could be any of the girls in Pierre's Instagram vying for a piece of him. A hole's a hole, and it doesn't matter as long as Pierre is the one inside -- as long as Yuki's moans are muffled into the pillow and Pierre doesn't need to think -- just skin on skin, chasing the pleasure building at the pit of his stomach, ignoring no girl ever feels this tight when they take it up the ass. At least with Yuki it's far easier to get some. He owes it to him, after cockblocking him the whole night.

"Tu es une pute, une salope, et tellement ingrate!" Pierre grunted into him, watching his hole clench around his cock, take him in like he can't get enough. It's fucking pathetic, Pierre would never let a teammate humiliate like him this — taking cock like he was born to. Pierre leans over to pull his hair as he thrusted inside him, the arch of his back along with the dimpled hips was gorgeous, like Pierre's 19 year old Instagram models. Alpha Tauri was a fashion brand, maybe that made Yuki an Instagram model too. He certainly got fucked like one.

When Pierre finishes, he pulls out -- leaving Yuki breathless, sweating, reddened and untouched throbbing cock. Pierre doesn't offer, it's kind of fucking gay to jerk another guy off -- even if he and Esteban did it as horny teens, but they'd been watching porn; with tits and pussy so that cancelled it out. Yuki knows what he signed up for and it's not fucking romance. One of these nights, he's gonna go for one of the girls and Pierre will finally be free of the dead weight and pity fucking. He's really doing him a favour by making sure they both got some.

Until then, Yuki can take care of himself to get off. Pierre checks his Instagram dms.

[someone-worth-racing-for]

I’m totally mystified by what’s going on with Carlos’s legs in Pierre’s photo dumps. It’s like they are photoshopped or something. In the Miami Instagram dump it looks like he has weird ghost legs floating over a cartoon boat floor. In the Monaco dump, it’s like they are waxed and the knees are weird, when clearly they weren’t waxed at the football game. WTF?!? Is Carlos constantly wearing an alpha tauri team sponsor competitor’s shoes that he has to photoshop out or does Pierre hate C’s legs?!

Alright, I have actually wanted to say something to the pic from Pierre's Instagram account I have reposted yesterday, but because I have got the feeling lately that people are getting annoyed about me talking/my obsession about Carlos' legs/his bodyhair, I kept quit about it. But since you have asked now.. Here were go 😉

I'm sorry - I have tried to make a cut here, but Tumblr is obviously a bitch today..

"Sadly" his legs aren't photoshopped in any of Pierre's pics. I was kinda shocked about his legs as well yesterday cause they are looking so thin here. If you would know how I look, you would actually think that I shouldn't "complain" about his thin legs cause mine are waaay thinner than his, but yesterday was one of those moments I wish they (F1 drivers) would be allowed to eat more, because of his/their thin legs. I just like it when men are a little bulkier in general.

However - for my pity, Carlos has decided to shave/waxe his legs again since ages (I think the last time he did so was back in his Torro Rosso days!) before the Spanish gp.

His legs were still all grizzly mode on the 16th of May in this video

Three days later he posted this video where you can already see his legs being all smooth.

So yes, there were actually already also/still shaved/waxed during the football game in Monaco.

And I don't know about you, but I'm relieved since the grizzly-ness seems to come back again - at least he hasn't shaved his legs again for the Monaco gp

So no, Pierre doesn't hate Carlos' legs - maybe it was the fur on his legs that had made them look thicker, because his legs really look different shaved..