#daniel ricciardo series

[thef1diary]

Oops, it's getting late and I had an overactive brain. Mafia!danny in which he fucks the lawyer prosecuting him 🤭🤭🤭

Live, laugh, lobster

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— nonnie gimme more of your overactive brain plz cuz as a future lawyer…yeah this got me 😵‍💫😩 18+ content below

Daniel wasn’t the type of man to beg. He wasn’t the type of man to answer to authority, either. He was the authority. So, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let some prosecutor ruin everything he’d built. He was untouchable—or at least, he had been until you came along.

The moment he stepped into your office, he had every intention of scaring you into making you drop the charges against him. A little intimidation, a few well-placed threats, maybe even a bullet left in your desk drawer for good measure.

But then he saw you.

And fuck, that changed everything.

You weren’t some grizzled old prosecutor who’d spent years clawing their way through the legal system. No, you were young, yet carrying yourself like you belonged here. You were all sharp edges and tailored perfection, your blouse tucked neatly into a fitted skirt that hugged your curves in a way that had no business distracting him.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he drawled, standing by the door, smirking. “Charging me for half a dozen crimes? You must have a death wish.”

Your head shot up from the contract you were meticulously reviewing, eyes narrowing the moment they landed on him. The weight of his presence filled the room instantly—too tall, too broad, too confident, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the damn place. Your fingers tightened around the pen in your hand, but you didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. Instead, you leaned back in your chair, crossing one leg over the other as you met his gaze with an unwavering stare, your voice cool and precise when you finally spoke.

“And you must also have a death wish, walking into a prosecutor’s office like you belong here.”

His grin widened, stepping further inside and shutting the door behind him. The click of the lock made something sharp curl in your stomach.

He stood in front of you as if he’d already won. Like he wasn’t moments away from going on trial.

You had spent weeks gathering evidence against him. Witnesses were silenced. Paper trails were scrubbed clean. But you were relentless. You had worked too hard to let a man like him slip through the cracks.

Daniel tilted his head, eyes dragging over you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t looking at you like a man about to be convicted. He was looking at you like a man assessing his next target.

“I should have known they’d send a pretty little thing like you after me,” he mused, voice thick with amusement. “Smart. Dangerous.”

You crossed your arms, keeping your expression neutral. “Mr. Ricciardo, unless you’re here to turn yourself in, I suggest you leave before I call security.”

He shook his head, an amused expression on his face. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice slow and thick. “We both know security ain’t comin’ in here. And if they did? You think they’d get me out before I put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours?”

You swallowed but didn’t back down. “So you are here to threaten me.”

Daniel sighed dramatically, striding closer towards you with a lazy confidence. “Was gonna. Had a whole plan, too. But then…” He let his gaze drag over you, slow and deliberate, lingering on the curve of your hips, the way your blouse stretched over your chest.

Your skin prickled, heat curling low in your belly.

“Then what?” you pressed, forcing your voice to stay even.

His grin widened. “Then I saw you. And now I’m thinkin’ I’d rather fuck you than kill you.”

A sharp laugh left your lips, and Daniel raised an eyebrow.

“You think I’d ever let that happen?” you scoffed.

He chuckled. “Oh, darlin’… you’re gonna let it happen.”

You knew you should’ve been scared. You should’ve been reaching for your phone, pressing the emergency button under your desk. But instead, heat pooled between your legs, your breath quickening.

You tilted your chin up defiantly. “You really think I’d ruin my career for some lowlife criminal?”

“Lowlife? Wow, sweetheart, you wound me,” he spoke with a hand held over his heart. “But no, I’m not telling you to ruin your career.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I came here to make a deal.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A deal?”

His smirk widened. “Yeah. I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy and you’ll drop the case.” Another step forward. “And in return…” His fingers grazed the edge of your desk. “I won't make you disappear.”

Your pulse spiked, but you held his gaze, refusing to let him see even a sliver of fear. “Is that supposed to scare me?”

Daniel exhaled sharply, shaking his head like he was disappointed. “See, that’s the problem with women like you. Think you’re untouchable.” His fingers suddenly wrapped around your wrist, dragging you up until you were nearly chest-to-chest. “You aren’t.”

You gasped, but before you could wrench free, his other hand slid up your throat—not squeezing, just holding—forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart.” His lips curled. “Maybe you are scared.”

You swallowed, refusing to give in. “And maybe you want me to be.”

Daniel’s grin darkened, his grip tightening just enough to make you swallow hard. His thumb brushed along your jaw, the touch deceptively gentle.

“You got a real mouth on you,” he mused, tilting his head. “I like that.”

Your pulse hammered in your throat, but you refused to let him see the effect he had on you. He smelled like expensive cologne and smoke, like sin itself, and every nerve in your body was telling you to push him away—to fight back, to remind him that you were in control here. But control felt like a slippery thing when he was this close, when his heat sank into your skin and his gaze made you feel like prey.

You forced yourself to smirk. “And you’ve got a real problem with authority,” you countered, voice steady. “I suppose that’s why we’re here.”

“You want this,” he murmured. “I can see how tense you are. All that fight, all that righteous bullshit you spew in court—deep down, you want a man like me to ruin you.”

Your cheeks burned, but you gritted your teeth. “Go to hell.”

Daniel just laughed. “Darlin’, I’m already there. Might as well make myself comfortable.”

You should have pushed him away. You should have fought.

Instead, you clenched your thighs together.

Daniel smirked. “I definitely like knowing you’re wet right now.”

Your breath hitched. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred. “That’s exactly what I plan to do.”

“I should throw you in a cell for this,” you hissed.

“Only if you’re there. Naked.”

Then he spun you around and bent you over your desk. Papers scattered to the floor, forgotten.

With one swift motion, he flipped your skirt up over your hips, exposing the soft lace of your panties. He groaned low in his throat, his fingers teasing the thin fabric.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he murmured. “Never thought I’d say this about a prosecutor, but I think I just found somethin’ worth keeping.”

You tensed as his fingers pushed aside your panties, running through your folds with lazy confidence.

“You’re wet,” he taunted. “Bet you’re ashamed of that, huh? Gettin’ off on being bent over your own desk by the man you’re tryin’ to lock up?”

“Shut up,” you hissed, but your body betrayed you, hips shifting against his touch.

Daniel chuckled darkly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, the clink of metal making your stomach flip. He didn’t waste time—he yanked his cock free, lining himself up and pressing the thick head against your pussy.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This is gonna be fun.”

“D-Daniel—”

“Shhh,” he cooed, sliding his cock through your folds. “I don’t have time for your little power trip, baby. I have court soon, remember?”

You tried to push up, but his hand held your throat from behind, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“Go on,” he murmured, teasing your pussy. “Tell me to stop.”

Your pride screamed at you to fight. To tell him to get the fuck off you.

But instead—

“Don’t stop.”

Daniel groaned, “that’s my girl.”

With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you open around his thick cock. A strangled moan escaped your lips, your nails clawing at the wooden surface of your desk.

“God, you feel fuckin’ perfect,” he growled, setting a ruthless pace. “Takin’ me so well for someone who hates my guts.”

Your walls clenched around him, and he grinned. “Oh, you like that,” he mused. “Bet no one’s ever fucked you like this before. Not one of those uptight lawyers you work with.”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Daniel wasn’t having that. He tangled a hand in your hair, yanking your head back so his lips were right against your ear.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me no one’s ever fucked you like this.”

A shudder wracked through you. “No one’s—” You cut yourself off with a whimper when he thrust particularly deep, brushing against that spot that made your vision blur.

“That’s what I thought,” he purred.

His free hand slid down your front, fingers finding your clit and circling it roughly. Your body tightened, the pleasure too much, too fast.

“I should be pissed at you,” he stated, bringing his palm back before slapping your ass, jolting you harshly towards his fingers on your clit. “You’ve been making my life real difficult, baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes due to the sudden pleasure, and you moaned loudly, forgetting about where you were.

Daniel continued his relentless torment on your cunt while smacking your ass every now and then. “But I’m a reasonable man. I’m willing to forgive.”

“Please—” a moan tore from your lips, cutting your sentence.

“Gonna come for me, prosecutor?” he taunted. “Come all over the cock of the man you’re tryin’ to put in prison?”

Your body betrayed you. The orgasm hit you like a violent wave, stealing the air from your lungs as you clenched around him. Daniel cursed, his pace stuttering as he slammed into you a few more times before spilling inside you with a guttural moan.

For a long moment, the only sound in the office was the ragged pull of your breaths, your bodies still tangled together in the aftermath.

Finally, Daniel pulled out, adjusting his pants while you remained bent over the desk, your legs weak.

He leaned down, pressing a lazy, mocking kiss to the nape of your neck.

“You’re gonna walk into that courtroom in ten minutes,” he murmured, fingers sliding between your legs to collect the cum dripping from your pussy before pushing it back in. “And you’re gonna act like you don’t have my cum dripping from your pretty cunt.”

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. “And you’re gonna sit there in cuffs, knowing the only reason you’re not going to rot in a prison cell is because I’ll let you walk free.”

Daniel’s smirk widened, something dark flashing in his eyes. He slid your panties back in place, trapping his cum inside.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, finding your clit through the fabric and pinching it sharply as a warning. “I love a woman who plays dirty.”

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[paddockbunny]

Don’t Blame Me - Part 5

Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on a plate? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader & Max Verstappen x Reader Word Count : Multi-part imagine, 2,000 words+ in this part Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, Max V in a sexual position, oral female receiving, a lot of smut talk Images : curated from Pintrest & texts are made by me (and obviously are fake) Authors Note : Just a little short chapter but I hope you all like it. I know some people don’t like the Max V smut but it works for the chapter and for the context 😉 oh and just a reminder - Max asks Daniel to f*ck her in Budapest & Daniel kisses her in Monza 😘

Max’s Apartment, Monaco 4 days post Monza

The sun flooded in through the white gauzy curtains and created beautiful rays of warm golden sunshine. They streamed in and cascaded over yours and Max’s entwined legs. He had pulled your right leg up so your thigh fell across his stomach. His fingertips drawing nondescript patterns against the flesh that had been wrapped around his waist last night. The bedsheets were barely covering both of your naked frames. This was sheer, complete bliss for you. No commitments or plans. Just the pair of you wrapped up in the bed that you had spent the whole of the night prior making love in.

Last night was the first night of having sex with Max that you didn’t fantasise about Daniel. You gave him your whole focus and you loved every single second of it. You loved how he touched you, how he kissed you and how he made you feel completely adored. It was slow, steady and loving. You felt so full after last night and the memory of how he felt inside of you lingered. In fact, it made you ache for more. You were content laying like this after a night like last. Until Max’s phone buzzed loudly on his nightstand. The moment had been broken by some anonymous interloper. You could only pray it wasn’t work related. You only had him to yourself for a short time and you wanted to fill it with more nights and days like the ones you had just had. His body twisted as he grabbed his phone. Your knee fell down to meet the other one on the bed. Already feeling disappointed that the pair of you had been interrupted.

Max chuckled over whatever he had been sent before you heard his thumbs quickly tap, tap, tapping on the glass screen as he replied. “Work?” You ask, trying to find out if the late morning sex you were envisioning would have to manifest into a quickie instead. “Nah, just Daniel.”

Daniel.

Think of the devil and he shall appear. You had just managed to stay focused on your boyfriend - seemingly overcoming your obsessive filthy thoughts about him - for only one night. The mention of his name had you flashing back to four days ago when he had kissed you. Perhaps the kiss was why you had stopped thinking about him as Max pushed you to orgasm last night. Perhaps you had a tiny, small taste of him and decided against it. Or perhaps it was because you were attempting not to give into anymore temptation. Reaching up and instinctively touching your lips reminded you of the excitement that thrashed through your body after it happened. It made you feel so euphoric that you even let yourself question the solidity of your relationship. Why the fuck are you so obsessed with him? You almost groaned aloud from your ridiculous thoughts.

Max put his phone back to where he had retrieved it from and as he rolled over so that now he was half on top of you, his mouth gently pressing to your throat, you wondered if you were actually going about this the whole wrong way. You still craved Daniel. You knew the reason you thought about him as soon as you heard Max speak his name was because you still wanted more than just a kiss. As Max’s hand gripped on to the same thigh that had just been laying across him a throw all caution to the wind and decided to ask him the question that had just sprung into your mind.

“Max…” You purred as his mouth trailed down lower than your neck. His teeth nipped your collarbone and his hot breath against your skin was enough to break you out in goose-pimples. He made an “mmmm hmmm” noise against the soft curve of your breast. “Have you ever…” the words caught in your throat before they could come out but you swallowed the nerves and tried again. “Have you ever had a threesome?” The last word came out quieter than the last and made it seem like you were embarrassed about saying it. You glanced down just in time to see the corners of Max’s mouth begin to slowly turn upward. “A threesome?” He asked to confirm what he thought you had said. The word wasn't difficult for him to say and he didn’t say it in a hushed tone like you had. He wasn’t embarrassed about it at all. “Yeah.” He added and kissed your nipple as if the idea you were putting to him was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh” tumbled from your lips. It was all you could think of saying. It wasn’t like you weren’t expecting him to say he was as virtuous as the pope and had never indulged in multiple partner sex but it was the way it was sort of thwarting the plan that you had only just came up with that made you feel disappointed. You had thought that it could have been a good viable option for you to ask for someone else to come join the pair of you in the bedroom. Well, not someone else but rather, Daniel. It was an obvious, clear way for you to finally get your fantasy of fucking Daniel whilst staying within the permeates of your very loving, caring relationship. But perhaps it was just wishful thinking he hadn’t already checked this particular sexual box. Now that you found out that Max had already done the whole three way thing you knew he wouldn’t find the thought of including another in your bed exciting and would probably shoot down the idea if you raised it.

“Have you?” His lips opened and closed around your still sensitive pert nipple. His tongue glided across it as if hearing about your sexual past before him was going to get him off. “No.” You stated confidently but he simply just continued. “Who was it with?” It came springing to your mind the instant he said he had done the practically pornographic act. You wondered if he had already experienced what you were daydreaming about in that moment. If it had been another driver that had joined him and a female third party. Or if he had stuck purely to women and denied playtime to another man. “My ex-girlfriend and one of her friends.” Figures. You swallow your scoff. It was perhaps wishful thinking all along. You couldn’t be so lucky to have this blessing fall into your lap like that. “They’re not all they’re cracked up to be. There’s too many arms and legs” he chuckled “then it gets a bit awkward bumping into them because we’ll, you’ve been inside your girlfriends friend and it’s not as hot thinking about it as it what when you were doing it.” Well he’s not going to want me to suggest we invite Daniel to join us now, is he?! You felt the slight annoyance about how he was shooting you down without you even having asked the question.

“Why are you asking?” He smirked and went back to his earlier task of kissing down your stomach. His lips trailing a wet hot line as they went. “Do you want to have a threesome?” He looked up and as your eyes linked with your own, his shoulders slipped under your thighs. Your core was right there, right in front of his face. Inches from his lips. Completely bare and exposed to him. Still flushed pink from all of the activities the night prior. He seemed so cocky and arrogance coursed from him. The smugness this man had was insurmountable. His tongue dipped out of his parted lips and without hesitation he licked a teasing ghosting stripe up through your folds.

“Well?” He asked and you had already forgotten what it was that you had even been thinking about. In fact all of your thoughts of a threesome had been eradicated from your mind and replaced by the burning, dark need to feel his tongue repeat the action it had just taken. You just needed the pleasure he was about to give you. You just needed Max.

Didn’t you?

Max POV

My tongue laps at her with complete enthusiasm. I want to hear her moaning for me and watch as she comes undone again. Her folds are glisten with a mixture of her own arousal and my saliva. The sight of her like this (legs wide open, pussy wet) makes me painfully hard. She had to go and mention threesomes. She had to give me the thought of her like that. With another girl. Fuck. It would be so hot. I’d come instantly if I got to join in on that.

As her hand runs through my hair, spurring me on to keep my tongue going in the same tempo as it currently was, squirming against her sensitive nerves, I realise she just so happened to mention the threesome thing right after I had mentioned Daniel. And it made me smirk. Was she thinking about him right now? Was she imagining I was him and he was the one who was currently going to town on her beautiful clit? Was she pretending she was moaning for him and writhing around the bed for him? Did she want a threesome with me and him?! I wouldn’t be opposed to it but perhaps after he fucked her first. A rush charged through me as I realised how well I had played this and how well I had been reading her. It was sort of thrilling to think about the fact she would get to have sex with him with my full consent. Next thing I knew her legs tightened around the sides of my head and I knew she was seconds from tipping over the edge into ecstasy. Her sweet juices coated my tongue and I thought once again about Daniel. I watched as she convulsed and twitched as she bathed in her orgasm. Daniel was in for one hell of a treat when he finally got to fuck her.

[dani3lricciard0]

Dancing With The Devil

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: Rose is Lando's childhood best friend, who has finally landed her dream job as the social media admin for the McLaren Formula 1 team. On her first day of the job, she meets McLaren's new driver, Daniel Ricciardo, and they are off to a rocky start.

Warnings: None for now, but it will get spicier in future parts

A/N: This is a bit of a long one, but is mainly setting the scene for the rest of the chapters. It's my first time writing an enemies to lovers vibe like this so all feedback is welcomed!

Chapter One - First Impressions

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15th February 2021

The sleek, modern architecture of the McLaren Technology Centre stretched before you, its glass panels gleaming under the setting sun. You took a second to breathe while taking in your surroundings before stepping inside. Today was your first day as the social media admin for McLaren. You'd dreamed of working in Formula 1 ever since you were a child, spending most of your weekends at karting tracks watching my your best friend, Lando Norris, working to achieve his own dream of reaching Formula 1. The excitement and nervousness churned within you as you adjusted your camera strap and checked your phone one last time, heading towards the entrance.

The launch of the MCL35M was in full swing, with engineers, drivers, media, influencers and other guests buzzing around the latest McLaren masterpiece. You manoeuvred through the crowd, taking a few quick pictures, but desperately searching for a familiar face.

Eventually, you spot Lando talking with his engineers, his infectious grin greeting you as you approach.

"Rose! You made it!" Lando exclaimed, pulling you in for a brief hug. "Welcome to the team!"

"Thanks, Lando," you replied with a smile. "I can't believe I'm here."

"You're going to kill it," he said confidently, bumping his shoulder into yours, before walking you around the event, introducing you to key team members and ensuring you felt at ease.

As the event progressed, you immersed myself in your new role, capturing candid moments of the team and guests, documenting interviews, and the stunning details of the newly unveiled MCL35M. You were having so much fun, it didn't feel much like work at all.

You found a chair to sit and review some of the pictures and videos you'd taken so far, when you heard someone clear their throat above you. You looked up to find Daniel Ricciardo, Lando's new team member, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. God, he's beautiful in person, you thought.

"You ever put that phone down?" he quipped, his Australian accent laced with a hint of mischief.

You straightened, caught off guard by his casual jab. "It's kind of my job," you retorted, attempting to maintain an air of professionalism.

Daniel scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. "Sure.. but don't you think you're missing out on the real action, looking at everything through a screen?"

You bristled slightly at his comment, not understanding where the hostility was coming from considering this was your first interaction. "Without this screen, no one outside of this room would get to see any of the action. I'm here to make them feel connected to the team."

Daniel leaned closer, giving you a whiff of his cologne. It would have been intoxicating if you weren't so distracted by the way he was making you feel like you were doing something wrong. "Seems to me like you're here for virtual validation. What are you, an influencer?" he said, his face twisting into a smirk.

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the irritation rise. "I work for McLaren, asshole," you state firmly. "I'm the social media admin, today is my first day."

His smirk faded slightly, replaced with a puzzled expression. "Oh, so you're not just here for the followers?"

"No," you replied tersely, crossing your arms defensively. "I'm here to promote you, make you look good. Seems like I have my work cut out for me."

Before Daniel could respond, Lando appeared behind him and smiled down at you. "Hey, guys," he said, oblivious to the tense atmosphere he'd just walked into. "I see you've met my best friend," he said cheerfully, clapping a hand on Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel's demeanour shifted almost imperceptibly, his mind whirring with cynical amusement. So, that's how she got the job, he thought to himself, a flicker of understanding colouring his expression. He glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary before he replied to Lando.

"Ah, yeah," Daniel replied casually, flashing a charming grin. "Just getting acquainted with the new social media whiz here."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Daniel's thinly veiled sarcasm, but kept your mouth shut for Lando's sake.

"That's great," Lando said. "Rose is going to do great things here," he said proudly.

"Thanks, Lando," you replied sincerely, grateful for his support despite his complete lack of awareness. With that, Lando excused himself to greet other guests, leaving you and Daniel in an awkward silence. You turned back to your work, feeling Daniel's gaze on you but choosing to ignore it, hoping he'd take the hint.

Soon enough, he sauntered off to mingle with other guests, and you let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. You couldn't help but feel disappointed at your first interaction with the Australian driver, who had always seemed like a genuinely nice person. You sighed, deciding that perhaps that was all a product of the marketing teams for his previous F1 teams. You really did have your work cut out for you.

As the event drew to a close, Lando found you once again. "Hey, you," he beamed. "A few of us are going for a drink if you wanna join?"

"I'd love to," you replied gratefully, eager to relax after a busy day.

As you settled in to the booth at a nearby bar, Lando held up his glass. "To Rose," he smiled across at you. "Congratulations on your first day." Everyone raised their glasses towards you, offering you their congratulations. You got to know everyone, feeling a real sense of family among the team.

Mid-conversation, Daniel sauntered into the bar, approaching the booth. "Hey, everyone," he greeted, exchanging nods and hellos with the team before settling in next to Lando.

"Daniel, good to see you," Lando greeted warmly. "We're just celebrating Rose's first day with the team."

Daniel's eyes briefly flickered to me, an unreadable expression on his face. "Oh, Rose, I almost didn't recognise you without your nose buried in your phone," he remarked, with that awful smug expression crossing his face once again.

You roll your eyes at him, the irritation you felt towards him earlier returning instantly. "Believe it or not, work isn't the only thing I do."

"Right, work. Must be nice working with your best bud here, eh?" He says, tilting his head towards Lando. "Always good to have friends in high places."

Your expression tightened, detecting the jab in his words. You resist the urge to react impulsively, knowing it won't help your cause. "Sure, connections matter, but so does competence," you reply, voice tinged with frustration.

Lando, finally sensing the atmosphere between you and Daniel for the first time this evening, gently placed his hand on the table. "Okay, we're meant to be celebrating! I think it's time for more drinks," he suggested with a bright smile, attempting to diffuse the tension.

As Lando headed to the bar, the conversation shifted to the upcoming season. They discussed the challenges of the new regulations, the dynamics within the team, and the potential of the new car. You found it difficult to engage fully, your mind still preoccupied with Daniel's pointed remarks.

Daniel sat back in his seat and took a sip of his drink, turning his head towards you. "So, Rose, tell me more about how you landed this gig." he quizzed, voice tinged with doubt.

You sighed inwardly, steeling yourself against his probing. "I went through the hiring process like everyone else," you replied evenly, keeping your tone neutral.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, but you must have had a leg up, right?" he pressed.

You looked into his eyes for the first time since he sat down, your frustration reaching a new level. "I don't know what you're implying, but I earned my place here," you asserted firmly.

"Sure, but sleeping with a driver must have helped." He said, nodding towards Lando.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh come on, no need to be embarrassed. You're not the only one," he said with the smirk that seemed to be permanently etched into his features.

"You're disgusting." you shot back, the words slipping out louder than intended as you pushed back from the table, rising to your feet just as Lando returned to the table with a tray of drinks.

"Woah, everything okay over here?" he asked, glancing between you and Daniel.

You met Lando's gaze, your frustration evident. "Yeah, I think I'm done here," you replied avoiding Daniel's gaze, knowing he'd be relishing in your outburst.

Lando's expression softened with concern as you grabbed your bag. "Are you sure? It's still early," he said gently, placing the drinks on the table.

You nodded, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "Yeah, it's been a long day. I just need to get some rest."

"Okay, get home safe," Lando said, pulling you in for a hug before you said your goodbyes to the rest of the team. Daniel leaned back in his seat, not looking at you. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes - a hint of regret or realisation, perhaps.

Outside of the bar, the cool night air offered a moment of relief. You took a moment to collect your thoughts, trying to shake off the tension that had built up over the evening. This wasn't how your first day was meant to go.

Driving home, you reflected on the evening's events. This was your dream job, and you were going to fight to prove you belonged here. You knew from the get-go that this was a male dominated sport, and you weren't about to let Daniel Ricciardo, or anyone for that matter, make you feel like you didn't deserve your place. His scepticism was just another hurdle to overcome.

[2handsslan]

daniel ricciardo // dr3 fic recs

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one shots

it’s impossible to win - @monzamash

“when you buy concert tickets with your ex but break up a couple of months before the gig, do you go or cut your losses?”

lights up - @monzamash

“having too much fun with Daniel in a Coachella mosh pit”

strawberry & smoke - @thef1diary

“the end of a social gathering with friends was the start of something new with daniel”

hearts & kisses - @thef1diary

“making hearts with their hands when they catch your eyes and grinning widely.”

enjoy the butterflies - @pucksandpower

“in which Daniel gets dropped by his team and picked up by an heiress with a penchant for taking in strays”

series

hooked on a feeling - @vivwritesfics

“daniel is a formula one driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. he wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. that was where she met milo, her future best friend.

milo's mother was incredibly stressed. she worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. but then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)”

smau

candid photos - @lorarri

“everybodies fav driver decides to spend off season down under and runs into someone who changes her life for the better”

cowgirl shit - @vivwritesfics

“danny ric and his girlfriend go on a cowboy themed holiday”

loml - @vivwritesfics

“danny ric dates the leclerc sister”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

[sunflowerlando]

F1 Driver Texts

You thirst after them

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F1 Uni Series Masterlist

Intro

Part 2

(Uni Major)

Oscar’s Version (completed)

Playing Cupid

Stalker!

Bloodline

Mildly Tolerable

Fight Song

My My My!

Rain Check?

Remember You Like That

I Think I Messed Up!

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I LOVE YOU!

End With The Spring Fling

Lando’s Version (completed)

Intro

Send a Message!

Tiny Angry Man

YOU DID THIS AT 2 AM

Road To Redemption Is Long And Hard....yk What Else Is Long And Hard

Interesting *Cue Evil Laugh*

Call Me Carrie!

I Know I'm Gonna Regret This…

4 Year Olds Might Get Offended!

Furrell Norris

Oh You’re In Trouble!

This Video Is Gonna Be Lit

So What Now?

What Can I Say? I’ve Got That Charm

So…Will You?

At Least One Of Us Got Our Happy Ending

I Was Actually Rooting For You

Never Like This

I Will Never Make You Regret This—Regret Us

Max’s Version

Intro

This Is Not About The Doorman!

Lord Knows You Can Be Picky

Karma’s A Bitch, I Should’ve Known Better

I Think I Killed My Roommate

Do You Think I Should Take Them And Run Away?

Mr. Boyfriend

DID YOU JUST SAY MAX VERSTAPPEN IS YOUR BOYFRIEND???

Whatever You Say Princess…

Girlfriend 💗🎀🌸🦩

Max Entering His Lover Boy Era Was Not On My Bingo Card

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first off, CONGRATS ON 3k!!!! I’m so proud of you!!!! I have a couple requests pls don’t think you have to do all of them. My first one is from the kink list rating and it’s Daniel Ric, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Oscah Pastry, and Franco Colapnto with the orgasm control kink :)

#3k vday celly

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

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𝐦𝐭𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 fem!bipoc!reader x mv. 1 | dr. 3 | cl. 16 | fc. 43 | op. 81 cw under the cut.

explicit language. oral and vaginal sex. light bdsm & d/s dynamics. the mildest blasphemous phrase used at the end of charles' blurb.

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Oscar knows that his quiet, polite, and kind personality tricked you into thinking he’d behave similarly in bed. It surprises him too; his desire—his ego, truthfully—growing uncharacteristically insatiable as he watches you sob and beg for a release you know he’s not going to allow. Is it the way your expression twists in frustration when he intentionally keeps his well-practiced fingers away from your clit? Is it the way your body trembles in mourning of the little death that disappears when he pulls his mouth away from devouring your pussy to paint the bronze skin of your inner thighs with the imprint of his teeth? He doesn’t know if it heightens his satisfaction, or if it becomes the entirety of his satisfaction. It matters little to him, he thinks, as he forcefully thrusts into you to feel your desperate walls squeeze and flutter tightly around him, to hear your gasping moans transform into needy whimpers. He pulls out on the precipice of your shared peak, and his guttural moan drowns out your shattered wail as he deprives you both. His dick throbs sharply as it bobs against his abdomen, a dribble of precum jutting from the slit against his sweat-slicked, pink-flushed skin. He continues to ignore the aching of his cock, leaning down to murmur his apology against your lips while he brushes away your tears with gentle thumbs. Oscar is genuinely apologetic for denying you in such a cruel manner, but he’s going to do it a couple more times before he lets either of you cum.

You’ve turned Charles into a masochist. When you made him suffer through a thirty-minute blowjob and didn’t let him cum until he almost hyperventilated—he thought it was a one-time thing. Two weeks after that, you woke him up with a handjob, releasing him as soon as his muscles started jumping, an obvious sign that he was nearing his climax, ignoring his brain screaming, “that’s hot.” He reached down, attempting to finish the job, but you slapped his hand away, tutting disapprovingly and telling him that you decide when he gets off. He nervously giggled the statement aside at first, thinking you were joking. In hindsight, he’s delighted to know that you were serious. He doesn’t know how long you’ve had his hands tied behind the back of the desk chair you pushed him down on, nor can he remember how many times you’ve brought him close to the edge before ripping it away. If it were up to him to choose when he gets to cum, he’d make himself wait until morning. But, it’s your decision. And, you remind him just how cruel you can be when you overwhelmingly focus your attention on the head of his cock, rapidly working him toward completion. You pull away at the last moment and through blurry eyes he sees your smile widening as the streaks of his spend shoot across his chest, the orgasm simultaneously unsatisfying and substance-less—he loves it. Charles chokes on his breath as he pleads for you to give him a real orgasm, his dick still erect and pulsating, begging you for more. He cries when you inform him that he doesn’t get to cum for another three days. He can’t suppress the desperation that starts to tingle at the base of his skull—but God, does it feel heavenly.

Daniel is aware that he plays too much, and you’ve told him so multiple times. He’s a jokester, his personality light-hearted and bright, always searching for opportunities to make you laugh. It seems like those traits were slightly mistranslated when it comes to how he acts in bed. He’s an unrelenting tease, his grin sharper and wider as he dangles your climax in front of you like a carrot tied to a stick. Something about watching you realize that he controls your pleasure is immensely gratifying. It helps that he knows you’re only pretending to hate when he edges you; you can’t hide how the dripping wetness of your cunt has stained his mouth with your flavor and how the dregs of anything he couldn’t greedily swallow puddled on the bed sheets beneath your ass. That doesn’t mean he likes it when you flip the script on him. He can admit that he finds it hot as hell when you use him for your satisfaction, but he thought he was having a stroke the first time you got yourself off by riding him and leaving him high and dry. Admittedly, he does understand that it made the handjob you gave him (not even five minutes later, by the way) exponentially better, but damn. You didn’t have to give him a taste of his own medicine if you wanted to retaliate against his endless teasing. Daniel’s fine with you occasionally edging him if he eventually gets to cum during one of the rounds you have; however, don’t even think about leaving him with blue balls for more than a few hours. He’s a sensitive man at his core—you’ll make him cry. You don’t want that, do you?

Max is certain that his purpose on Earth is to drive fast and to fulfill all of your intimate needs (sexual or not).  So, when you suggested trying out orgasm control, he agreed to give it a chance for you. And, to put it bluntly, he doesn’t get it. He’d rather have you screaming, sobbing, and shaking under him because he’s pushed you to the point of overstimulation from making you cum too many times and not too few times. He’s driven to satisfy you; he’s not motivated by torturing you with denial, he wants to hear you slur your words as you beg for him to give you a break when he’s fucked out the feeling from your legs and all rational thought out of your head. However, that doesn’t mean he has the same opinion when you’ve been acting bratty; edging you until you remember your manners sounds like the perfect punishment, in that case. Thankfully, he puts quite a lot of work in to make sure you don’t have the opportunity to be a brat—he happily spends most of his time pampering and treating you like a princess. If you really wanted Max to edge you or ruin your orgasms, he’d do it—but, personally, he thinks overwhelming you with pleasure is much more enjoyable for both you and him. He’s a service dom, not a monster.

Yeah, Franco is going to need you to leave your bullshit at the door. It makes absolutely zero sense to him; why should he waste his time holding back one orgasm when he can at least do it twice? Three times, if he’s horny enough. Four times, if you’re going to keep making eye contact with him. You get the point. It’s an insult when you really think about it: are you trying to say that he’s not capable of making you climax multiple times? Is that a challenge? That’s fine, he’ll prove it to you. The first round will be in the car, then against the front door, then on the kitchen island, then on the dining room table, then against the living room windows—fuck it, he’d find a way to fuck you on the ceiling. Franco’s young, he has the libido and stamina for multiple rounds of varying lengths. There’s no need to force each other to last longer when he has a battery in his back like The Energizer Bunny. It would seriously piss him off if you tried to kick him away from between your legs as he was about to make you cum on his tongue. He will sit up and cuss you out for it, but not for long—he has to return to finish his meal that you so rudely interrupted him from right as he was going to lick the plate clean.

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[bunnienorris]

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pairing: female!driver x toto wolff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, angst, lots of angst to be completely honest, pining, age gap relationship, toto being down bad per usual, two idiots in love but won't admit it, yadayadayada

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“be honest with me. are you seeing someone?”

daniel brings a wine glass to his lips, tilting it back as you sit across from him, your fork clattering against the table. heat radiates off of your cheeks, flourishing into your neck as your eyes snap away from his intense stare. 

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the sun was starting to set over the water, casting a tangerine glow across its surface. fluffy clouds float along, the sky bursting with lavender, fuschia, and cerulean hues. yachts drifted along, their lights beginning to glimmer as the sky grew dimmer and dimmer. on your left, it was almost like the city was given its first breath of night life, locals strolling along the streets, their conversations and the growl of engines as they zoomed along the streets merely white noise. 

it was truly a breathtaking view, distracting you for just a moment, taking your focus away from the conversation at hand.

yet, you remember he’s awaiting your answer, arms folded across his chest, brows knit together. scrambling to formulate some sort of response, you gnaw on the inside of your cheek, shoulders slumping. 

“what if i told you i was?”

“hmm,” daniel hums, downing the rest of his wine, “then i would say good for you, i guess.”

“oh come on,” your regain your composure, frustration brewing in the pit of your stomach, “i thought we consensually agreed that we wouldn’t explore a relationship because we needed to keep things professional.”

“i did that because that’s what you wanted,” daniel swivels his head, glancing out at the water, “i never agreed to that. i only respected your wishes because that was what you wanted. i never wanted that. i wanted you.”

“but you never told me,” you protest, absentmindedly picking at your ratatouille, “that night in jeddah, i vividly remember you telling me that you never acted on your feelings because you knew that it was one-sided.”

daniel huffs, shaking his head, “i didn’t think i would’ve had to spell it out for you. i was under the impression you knew that i had feelings for you. and actually, i thought you reciprocated those same feelings. thank you for reminding me of the cold hard truth. i feel so much better about this. thanks for that.”

“you’re not being very mature about this. what happened to staying emotionally mature about the matter?”

“i was doing that until i heard from alex that you were dating someone,” daniel retorts, his tone seething with fiery anger, “you couldn’t just tell me yourself? also, how long were you going to keep that from me? were you just not going to mention it until i found out?”

“i didn’t think it was important,” you shrug, shrinking in your seat as pairs of eyes sear into you, the stares becoming more and more prominent as daniel’s voice carries throughout the patio.

“starting a relationship with someone isn’t important?”

“daniel,” you hiss, desperately wishing you were wearing a cap or some sunglasses, “people are starting to stare.”

“okay and?” he cocks his head, “i don’t give a fuck. you have no fucking idea how heartbroken i’ve been these last few weeks. i feel like my entire world has been turned upside down. meanwhile you’re frolicking around with some douchebag from st. louis. obviously the dick is must have you in a chokehold because you’ve been a completely different person.” 

“daniel, please,” the notes in your tone raise an octave as your lower lip trembles, “stop, please. people are listening. can we talk about this some other time–”

“well luckily for you,” daniel inhales sharply, rising to his feet, “i don’t want to discuss it any further. i’m done here. see you around, america’s princess.”

tossing his napkin on the table, the australian snatches the keys to his rental, muttering under his breath. you remain at the table, people resuming back to their previous conversations as the waitress comes by, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“is everything all right, madame?” 

“i just need the check please,” you mumble, tears threatening to spill over as you reach for your purse, “i’ll pay for it all. i am so sorry about that.

“no worries madame,” the waitress chirps, “would you care for a free dessert for your troubles?”

you know what? free dessert didn’t seem too bad after all. 

“oui, s’il vous plait.”

at your response, the waitress’ lips curve into a wide grin, “tu es le bienvenu.”

letting out a shaky breath, you wipe away a tear, pulling your phone out of your purse. swallowing the lump in your throat, you message the one person you needed most.

i hope things are going well on your end tonight. is there any chance you can come by my hotel room, or i swing by yours? it would be later tonight. i want my sexy, smoochable, handsome boyfriend. :’((((( 

the moment you send the message, three little bubbles appear, signaling that he had received it, and was crafting a reply.

i take it the dinner didn’t go well? what happened, meine liebe? ich vermisse dich auch. 

wrinkling your nose, you highlight the text, tapping the copy option. thumb gliding across the screen, you click on the google translate app, pasting it into the textbox. 

what happened, my love? i miss you too. 

i can explain more later. you type, are you busy? 

never too busy for you. remember, we’re in monaco. i own a place here. 😘 you can just come by whenever you need. i’m at home. do you need the address?

yes please. i’ll be there as soon as possible. 

i can’t wait to see your beautiful face. here’s the address. i’ll be waiting impatiently. 

the second you type his address in your phone, the waitress comes by your table, a box in one hand, billfold in the other. placing the box on the table, you anticipate her to do the same with the check. yet, she doesn’t keeping it in her grasp. 

“madame, your meals have been taken care. a gentleman called, inquiring if he could foot the bill. he stated he did not want you to worry about anything else this evening. is that all right?”

your heart flutters, “did he say a name, by chance?”

“no madame,” the waitress flashes you a quaint smile, “again, i am so sorry if your evening has been ruined in any sort of way. i hope the dessert helps in some fashion!”

“thank you,” you reciprocate the gesture, “and again, thank you for the dessert.”

“it is no problem,” the waitress dips her head, “have a great evening, madame!”

rising to your feet, you push in your chair, ensuring that you don’t forget the plain white box that was placed on the table. carrying it under your arm, you pull up your maps app, feeling a grin form.

maybe tonight will not end as poorly as it began. 

you could thank toto wolff for that.

ever since miami, you felt as if the weight of the world was off your shoulders. the stress was alleviated, dissolving almost completely. you could go about your day without that ever-present thought in the back of your mind, gnawing away at you. 

however, there were more mountains to climb. more obstacles to face. 

you had yet to sit down with james, alex, or anyone else really, to discuss your decision to depart from williams at the end of the 2024 season. 

toto was the only one who knew. 

and for the time being, you were okay with that. 

but you were running out of time. the days were soaring by. you would blink and suddenly it would be time to board that flight. it would be time to get behind the wheel, adrenaline coursing through your veins. it would be time to step on that podium, raising that gleaming trophy above your head, your team roaring below. 

with four grand prixs wins, three of which were back-to-back, you were unstopabble. 

a force to be reckoned with. 

max tried to catch you, he really did. 

but you were too fast, fueled by the thrill of victory. 

it was intoxicating, sending an electric, exhilarating buzz throughout your entire being every time you breezed across that finish line.

and with a man like toto by your side, how could you possibly lose? 

with the monaco grand prix on the docket for the weekend, you were preparing for a challenging race. the circuit was extremely tight, the track interweaving through the buildings and sights the city. it was an infamous track, known for its rich history and well, the accidents. 

additionally, there was little to no room for overtakes. so if you wanted to be on that podium on sunday, you had to execute a stellar qualifying lap. with that added pressure, you were a little apprehensive for what was to come. 

yet, you couldn’t let that anxiety creep in. you had to maintain your composure. it was crucial that you kept a calm, cool outlook on the race. 

and as you found yourself at that massive gate, pressing the button to your left, you couldn’t help but feel peace of mind. 

you could thank toto wolff for that as well. 

with every moment spent with the team principal, you couldn’t help but shake this aching, nagging feeling. 

it was a pure, innocent feeling. one that filled you to the brim with bliss, a cozy warmth blossoming in your chest, your heart swelling with joy. one that had you beaming from ear to ear, your once gloomy days now shining with this golden, rich light. 

you were in love with him. 

hopelessly in love, your whole heart resting in his tender hands. 

you couldn’t tell him that though. you couldn’t bring yourself to. 

at least, not yet. 

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“all right,” james’ sucks in a breath, his head swiveling from side to side, taking in the commotion all around. 

“are you ready?” 

“come on,” you wave a hand, “you know the drill. i was born ready.” 

“i know,” the team principal’s lips twitch as he fights a smile, “but this is a pretty significant race. there’s a lot of history and heartbreak on this track.” 

“are you saying that you don’t think i can win?” you tease, your voice muffled slightly by the thick exterior of the helmet, “james, i can do this. believe me, i can do this.” 

“there’s a lot at stake here,” he places a hand on the top of your head, patting it, “just remember, whatever happens, i believe in you. always.” 

i believe in you. always. 

your lower lip trembles, and in that moment, you want to confess right there. you almost blurt out the words that had been lingering on your tongue for weeks now. 

james, after this race, we need to to talk. 

however, you don’t. you simply nod, drumming your hands against the steering wheel, “i’ll make you guys proud, i promise.”

“oh, you already do,” his eyes glimmer, bursting with pride, “you’ve made us so fucking proud these last few weeks. and you know what? i know you’re going to continue to make williams racing proud. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.” 

fuck. 

that conversation was going to absolutely destroy you, splitting your heart into two. 

you couldn’t think about that, though. 

the race was about to start. 

on the grid, you were behind charles leclerc and oscar piastri. it wasn’t terrible positioning, but with the limited space, you knew that getting ahead would be nearly impossible. it would be a miracle if you were able to cross that finish line in first place. 

yet, you were more than willing to take the risks involved to get to that position. 

all you needed was a little bit of luck. 

which, these days, it seemed like you were full of it. like you were carrying a four leaf clover in your pocket at all times. 

as rays of sunshine filter through the clouds, a gold streak of light dances in your peripheral vision. 

nestled on your wrist was the charm bracelet toto had gifted you that fateful night in jeddah. the charm gleams, reminding you of two things. 

one, your very first grand prix victory.  

two, that he was always with you. 

perhaps he was that good luck charm you were desperately searching for.

maybe. just maybe. 

in about seventy-eight laps, you would have that answer. 

“and she has done the impossible! she has shattered yet another record! miss america has won monaco! she has won her fifth grand prix!” 

“fuck yes!” you shout, “we won! we won monaco!” 

“brilliant fucking job,” james’ voice trembles, thready with excitement, “bloody good job!” 

euphoria crashes over you like a tidal wave, leaving you speechless as it sucks the air out of your lungs. burying your head in your hands, your shoulders shake as you sob. 

never, in your wildest dreams would you have expected to have made it this far. 

never would you even imagined racing as a little girl, let alone racing at this caliber. 

and winning races? five of them?

little you, cheesing with her toothy five-year-old smile, standing next to a kart, helmet under her arm, wouldn’t have ever dreamed of this moment. 

you had improved miles upon miles from the driver you were last season. you made history. time and time again. you had shattered records, obliterating barriers in the world of formula one racing as a twenty-two year old woman. 

and fuck, you weren’t even done yet. 

you still had a world title to chase after. 

“holy shit. holy shit. holy motherfucking shit.” 

stepping out of the car, your heart races, your team nearly sprinting to congratulate you. picking out james, you flash him a thumbs up. the crowd raves, whooping, whistling, and hollering your newfound nickname. 

“miss america! miss america! miss america!” 

cameras appear out of thin air, recording as you step down, james and alex swathing you with their embrace. alex rattles your helmet, james’ grin shining bright as the cameras flash. 

“what a bloody brilliant day!” james shouts, a glossy sheen over his eyes, “what a fucking day!” 

“what place did you finish, alex?” your voice rises above the noise, “what did you get?” 

“ninth!” he chirps, “two drivers in the top ten? that’s a pretty fucking good day!” 

“a very fucking good day,” laughter rises in your chest, spilling out, “fuck, that nearly took everything out of me!” 

“well you better shape up,” alex pats your back, “because you have a podium that’s calling your name.” 

as the team gathers, making their way to the finish line, your heart yearns for one thing. well, one person. 

toto. 

pursing your lips, your eyes scan through the garages, attempting to make out the mercedes paddock. yet, there is too much movement in your line of sight as the crew members assemble, circling around their respective drivers. 

the euphoria lingers as your step onto the podium, the crowd below applauding. there are shouts that rise above the clapping, yet you can barely make them out. 

surveying the mass, your heart skips a beat as you locate him. 

his eyes lock with yours, pure, radiant adoration painted across his features. 

that’s my girl. he mouths, dimples apparent with every word. 

a few strands of hair flutter in his face, the top button of his shirt un-done, the fabric slightly wrinkled from the chaos of race day. 

yet, he was as gorgeous as ever. 

as charles and oscar pop open the champagne, you hesitate, fingers trembling as they wrap around the neck of the bottle.

you know what? 

fuck this. 

“hey!” charles calls out as you step down from the platform, “where are you going?”

there’s a brief moment of confusion from the crowd, a few gasps ringing out as you shoulder your way down the stairs, muttering numerous apologies as you accidentally elbow several people along the way. 

there was only one thing on your mind as you nudged your way through the throng of people gathered beneath the podium. although your skin burned beneath your suit, sweat clinging to every part of you, there was this tugging sensation at your heart. it urged you to keep going. to keep searching. 

you were face-to-face now, his brow furrowing with concern, arms folded across his chest as you take another step forward. 

“what are you–"

that’s when toto wolff found your lips colliding with his, the entire world crumbling away as he found himself lost in you.

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[blamemma]

it's ultimately such a shame, because i think one of the true gifts daniel could have given back to the sport if he had left on good terms, is not an ambassador or a presenter, but a mentor. not a manager or anything corporate. but a training mentor. helping young guys navigate the mess. hone in on the mental side of it. analyse overtaking manoeuvres. he's always had such a big heart, such big love for the sport, and such support for newer talent coming in, and such an open personality, its a role he really could have excelled in. maybe he will later down the line. but i think its a shame that there's potential that his love and spark has maybe diminished to a sense where he doesn't wish to be involved, and as a result, a whole crop of drivers have lost his expertise.

[dani3lricciard0]

Dancing With The Devil | Chapter 2

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: With pre-season out of the way, you head to Bahrain for your first race as the new admin for McLaren. You and Daniel continue to butt heads, ultimately ending up with you causing a scene in front of the whole team.

A/N - so I know I only uploaded chapter 1 today but I'm really excited about my plans for this fic! Let me know what you think so far, I'm writing chapter 3 as we speak...

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Chapter 2 - Bahrain Part 1

The desert heat of Bahrain hit you like a wave as you stepped off the plane. It was the first race weekend of the season, and your first race weekend as a member of the McLaren team. You couldn't wait to be in the heart of the action for the very first time.

In the hotel lobby, you saw familiar faces from the team checking in and catching up. Lando spotted you and crossed the room, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Welcome to your first Grand Prix weekend", he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Ready for the madness?"

"Slightly nervous," you admitted, adjusting the strap of your bag. "But I think I'm ready. You excited to get back on track?"

Lando nodded, a confident glint in his eyes. "Absolutely, and it's great to know you'll be right here cheering me on, just like we always dreamed. You're coming to the team dinner, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it," you beamed. "Speaking of, I should go unpack and get ready. See you later!"

"Later," he called as you made your way towards the elevator. Before you stepped in, you took a picture of the team gathering in the lobby, posting an update to the McLaren Instagram story that the team had arrived ready for the season to get underway.

After unpacking your things, you started getting ready for the team dinner. This would be your first dinner with the whole team, and you wanted to make a good impression. You settled on a simple but elegant outfit: a satin black dress, paired with your favourite heels. After finishing your makeup and taking one last glance in the mirror, you made your way out of your room and down the hallway.

You fidget with your dress as you wait for the elevator to arrive. It dings and you take a step forward, freezing momentarily when you find that Daniel is inside, leaning casually against the back wall with his hands in his pockets. His gaze flicks up towards you and a smug tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Who are you all dressed up for?"

You suppressed an eye-roll, ignoring his comment as you press the button for the lobby. The elevator hummed into life, beginning its descent with a soft chime.

You focused on the doors ahead, the atmosphere in the elevator already unbearable. "You know," Daniel said, stepping forward. "I wasn't sure I'd see you again after you ran off last time."

"Are you always this insufferable?" you shot back, folding your arms across your chest.

Daniel chuckled, stepping closer again. "Only to people who make it too easy," he replied, his tone teasing. "You didn't answer my question."

"I'm not dressed up for anyone," you retorted, your voice sharper than intended.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Could've fooled me,"

Before you could respond, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the glamorous lobby. You stepped out quickly, relieved to escape the confined space with Daniel.

Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere was relaxed, with teammates scattered across tables, chatting and enjoying their drinks. Lando spotted you both and waved you over to a table where he and a few others were sitting.

"Rose, Daniel," Lando greeted, once again not picking up on the tension between the two of you. "Glad you could join us."

You nodded in acknowledgement, taking a seat beside Lando. Daniel slid into a chair across from you, his eyes lingering on your attire for a moment longer than necessary, before being sucked into conversation. With Daniel distracted, you found yourself relaxing and joining in with the conversations around you, the rest of the dinner going smoothly.

As the evening went on, people started retiring to their rooms, with a few migrating to the hotel bar to continue the night. You sat on a plush sofa around a low table with Lando and a few other members of the team. Lando was leaning into the back of the sofa, his arm draped around your shoulder, as it often was when the two of you hung out.

The conversation had switched from work talk to more relaxed subjects now that everyone had a few more drinks in them. You were enjoying everyone's company, and starting to come out of your shell a bit more now that the alcohol had gotten to your head.

You were laughing at something Lando said when you felt a shift of weight on the sofa as someone sat down next to you. "Must be nice bringing your girlfriend to work, eh Lando?" the now familiar, and increasingly unwelcome Australian voice crooned.

"Girlfriend? Gross, Rose is basically my sister," Lando said, faking a gag.

"Are you jealous, Ricciardo?" you huff, turning to face him. "You can't seem to drop the idea that me and Lando are anything more than friends."

"You wish, sweetheart," Daniel chuckled, leaning back into the sofa. "Just making an observation."

Your eyes narrowed as you stared into his. "Well, keep your observations to yourself," you snapped, making everyone around you fall silent.

Lando shifted uncomfortably, glancing between the two of you. "Alright, that's enough guys, we're supposed to be having fun."

Daniel smirked, clearly enjoying the tension he was causing. "Exactly, Rose, I'm only having a bit of fun."

"Well, I was having a lot more fun before you swooped in," you sighed, turning away from him.

"Guys, please," Lando pleaded, "Can't we just chill for one night?"

"Fine, fine," Daniel said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "But only because you asked so nicely."

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink, trying to tune out Daniel's presence. The conversation around the table slowly resumed, though the tension lingered.

As the evening progressed, a few more rounds of drinks were ordered, and you found yourself relaxing despite Daniel's presence. You listened to the stories being shared of past memories of Bahrain, looking forward to your first weekend of making your own memories.

At one point, Lando excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving you and Daniel alone on the sofa, as the rest of the group had migrated elsewhere. You silently cursed your luck.

"You know, Rose," Daniel said, turning to you with that infuriating smirk. "For such a pretty girl, you sure carry around an ugly chip on your shoulder."

"He's called Daniel." you snap back at him, taking another sip of your drink.

Daniel laughed, leaning closer. "Oh, I'm the chip on your shoulder now? That's cute."

You rolled your eyes, sliding back on the sofa to get away from him and that infuriatingly gorgeous scent of his. "You're the one who keeps bringing up Lando and me. It's getting old."

"And yet, you keep reacting," he said, his tone teasing. "Makes me think there's something to it."

Just then, Lando returned, his eyes flicking between you and Daniel. "Everything okay?" he said, asking you more than Daniel.

"Just peachy," you replied, standing up. "I think I'm going to call it a night."

"You sure? I'll head up with you, I'm pretty tired," Lando said, finishing off the drink he left on the table. "Later, Daniel. Media day tomorrow."

"Can't wait," Daniel said, watching as the two of you walked out of the restaurant, an unfamiliar feeling somewhere deep within him.

As you and Lando got into the elevator, he turned to you, with a concerned expression on his face. "You sure you're okay?"

You sighed, looking down. "Yeah, just... Daniel."

Lando chuckled. "Don't let him get to you. He's always been a bit of a troublemaker. But he means well, in his own way."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because it feels like he's just constantly trying to get under my skin."

"That's his way of testing people," Lando explained. "If you don't let him rattle you, he'll back off eventually."

"Great," you muttered. "Something to look forward to."

Lando patted your shoulder. "Hang in there, you're doing great." You smiled at him, grateful for his encouragement, but very much looking forward to going to bed and forgetting about the interaction.

When you get back to your room, you decide to take a shower before getting into bed, hoping it will help you to relax. Once you've showered, you slip into your pyjamas and find the book you brought with you. Just as you get comfortable, there's a light knock at your door, followed by a few slightly heavier ones. Glancing at the clock, you frowned - it was well past midnight. Who would be knocking on your door at this time?

You opened the door and peered out to find Daniel standing there, slightly unsteady on his feet. "Daniel? What do you want?"

He leaned against the doorframe, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol. You were certain he didn't smell that bad when you were downstairs. "Can I come in? I want to talk to you."

Before you had the chance to tell him to fuck off, he pushed against the door, and though you tried not to let him, your attempts were futile compared to his strength. He stumbled past you into the room, and you closed the door, crossing your arms as you turned to face him.

"What is it, Daniel?" you asked tersely, not bothering to mask your annoyance.

He glanced around the room awkwardly before focusing on you. "Look, about what I said..."

"Which part, exactly?" you interrupt. "You've said a lot of things, Daniel. None of them particularly kind or welcoming."

Daniel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, fair enough. I know I haven't exactly been... pleasant. But I wasn't trying to upset you."

"What?" you scoffed, raising your arms. "What exactly were you trying to do then?"

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I.. I was just, you know, breaking the ice."

"Breaking the ice?" you repeated incredulously. "Repeatedly calling me out in front of the team and suggesting I'm only here because I fucked my way here? You call that breaking the ice?"

"Look, Rose, I came here to apologise." Daniel said, stepping closer to you. Instinctively, you stepped back.

"Well, congrats, you've apologised. Now you should leave." You said, motioning towards the door.

"Rose," he said, an almost pained expression on his face. What is his problem?

"You've said enough, Daniel. I don't want to hear any more." you sigh, your tone resolute.

Daniel opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more, but closed it and headed out of the room without another word or look in your direction. God, that man is infuriating, you thought to yourself as you switched off the light and slumped into bed, abandoning your idea of relaxing before you went to sleep.

The next morning, your phone's incessant buzzing woke you abruptly. Rubbing your eyes, you scrolled through the notifications. They were overwhelming - texts, missed calls, and several social media notifications. A sickening feeling settled in as you tapped on the most recent message from a friend:

Sophia

Hey, have you seen this?

You clicked on the link included in the message, and your heart sank further as you read the article from a major motorsport gossip site. It featured pictures of you and Lando from the previous night, with a headline that screamed: "Lando's New Girlfriend? Exclusive Photos and Insider Info"

Scrolling through the article, you felt a mixture of disbelief and anger. The photos showed you and Lando enjoying the evening, with misleading captions and speculation about your relationship. What struck you most was a line attributing the claims to an unnamed 'close source' within the team.

Your mind immediately went to Daniel. He was the only one who could benefit from spreading such misinformation. Quickly getting dressed, you made your way downstairs to the breakfast area. Spotting Daniel sat with his trainer, you marched over with purpose.

"Nice job, Ricciardo," you spat, tossing your phone on the table in front of him, the screen displaying the offending article. "Was it not enough to embarrass me in front of the team? You had to make sure the whole world was in on it?"

Daniel looked up, startled by your aggression towards him. "What?"

"What nothing, Daniel. I know this was your handiwork."

He glanced at the phone, then back up at you, his expression hardening. "Rose -"

"Save it, you prick. Stay away from me." you said, grabbing your phone and turning on your heel, marching back towards the elevator and fighting back tears that were threatening to spill over. Why was this man so insistent on making your life difficult?

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𝐌𝐈𝐗-𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏 — Lando Norris⁴

summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸

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— "Oh no," the sound of your troubled voice alerted your best friend, who immediately went to your side asking, "What's wrong?" You rummaged through what you thought was your bag, only to find that the contents inside were not your belongings. You looked at your friend, panic evident in your eyes, and said, "This isn't my bag."

Your friend took a closer look at the bag. Due to all the rummaging, a single golf ball fell from it. "A golf ball?" you asked, confused, immediately running after the ball to catch it. After retrieving the ball, you walked back to where your friend stood and put the ball back inside the bag before zipping it close.

"Okay, where did you last place your actual bag?" your friend asked. "Over on that bench over there," you replied, pointing at the bench. "Alright, let's see if it's still there. If it's not, let's report it." You nodded as both of you went to the bench. Reaching the bench, you see that your bag was nowhere to be found.

"No, no, no, all my important stuff was in that bag!" Out of frustration you almost threw the bag in your hands, thankfully your friend was there to prevent that from happening. "Let's not take our anger out on the poor bag," she took the bag from you and rubbed circles on your back to calm you down. "Right, this is my fault anyways— I took the bag randomly."

"Let's go make a report, see if the airport does something about it," your friend suggests. "Alright," you say, trying to sound optimistic.

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livduh Girl?

ynusername never visiting you again

liveduh Why're you blaming me??

lhea_theitgirl she's blaming everything and everyone at this point, even the bag.

livduh uncool

ynusername 😞

user1 pretty 🤩

user2 explanation for the caption?

ynusername lost my bag in the airport

lhea_theitgirl you mean you grabbed the wrong bag?

ynusername it's the same thing 🙄

user2 omg yn 😭

user3 absolutely stunning ✨

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As you waited at the bench, fidgeting nervously, your friend noticed as you stood up and headed back to the customer service desk, the wrong bag slung over your shoulder. You were growing impatient with each passing second.

At the desk, you accidentally slapped your hand on the counter. "Girl, calm down," your friend whispered. Her words went unheard as you began asking questions to the woman behind the desk counter.

Unbeknownst to you, a guy with a similar bag approached the desk. Your friend tried to get your attention, but you brushed her off. She watched as you and the guy made complaints about your bags.

"Is there any update on my bag?"

"I'm here to report a missing bag."

You turned to the man's voice and saw your bag in his hands. Both bags were identical.

"Anyways, as I was trying to say, I think I found your bag," your friend chuckled.

You glanced at the bag, then at the man, before taking a hesitant step forward. "Could I check if that's mine?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. He met your gaze briefly before glancing at the bag you held. "In exchange, could I see if that one is mine?" you agreed with a nod.

As you both swapped bags, you wasted no time in going through the contents of the one you now held. A wave of relief washed over you as you spotted your wallet inside. With shaky laughter, you checked that everything else was intact. "Thank goodness!" you exclaimed.

"Is that yours?" the man's friend inquired. "Thankfully, yes," he breathed out in relief. After zipping the bag closed, the man turned to you, taking a step forward and extending his hand. "Thanks for not taking off with my bag." With a smile, you shook his hand, letting out a light chuckle. "I couldn't do that, especially when mine is with this bag's owner," you joked, eliciting a laugh from the man.

"YN, it's time to go. We need check into our hotel," your best friend whispered in your ear. You nodded in agreement, releasing the man's hand. "Thank you once again," you offered a slight bow to him and the woman at the front desk, expressing your apologies for the inconvenience. Sliding your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your suitcases, you made your way to the exit, waving goodbye to the stranger.

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livduh finally got your bag back i see. now get your asses here

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You locked your hotel room door and turned towards the way to the elevator, only to freeze when you spotted a familiar face down the hallway. Surprise painted both your expressions as recognition dawned.

The awkward silence stretched between you until he finally spoke up. "It's you again," he chuckled softly. You managed a sheepish smile. "What a coincidence," you replied.

His smile softened, and you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he smiled– well, cute overall, really. You mentally shook off the thought. "Yeah, who knew we'd end up at the same hotel," you said with a forced laugh.

Sensing your nervousness, he extended his hand. "I'm Lando, Lando Norris," he introduced himself, mirroring your airport encounter. You accepted his handshake, feeling your shoulders relax at the contact. "Nice to meet you, Lando," you replied.

Your phone buzzed in your other hand, interrupting the moment. Cursing softly, you released his hand. "I'm YN, and I have to go. See you later, Lando!" With that, you dashed off towards the elevator.

Lando watched you go, a smile lingering on his lips. What a day it had been.

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A/N : Wanted to write about my fav F1 Driver so here it is. Literally started writing this before the final race in Miami. Still can't believe Lando won his first ever race. Honestly, I have to constantly make sure I'm not dreaming, lmao.

Also, if anyone wants to be tagged for this series just let me know in the comments.

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Daniel Ricciardo celebrates on the podium after finishing P1 | Formula Renault 2.0 World Series 2008 | Round One - 23.3.2008 - Nogaro, France | GEPA/Imago

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