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Summary: You and Daniel finally tie the knot. One lapdance during the reception leads to a steamy night to start off your honeymoon.

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my heart pounding with anticipation. My wedding dress was everything I had ever dreamed of—a stunning A-line gown made of delicate ivory lace with intricate beading that sparkled with every movement. The sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves added a touch of elegance, while the long, flowing train made me feel like a queen.

My hair was styled in goddess braids, each braid meticulously done and adorned with tiny, glistening pearls. They cascaded down my back, framing my face beautifully. My makeup was soft yet striking, with warm, golden tones highlighting my deep brown skin. A touch of shimmer on my eyelids and a bold, burgundy lip completed the look.

My bridesmaids bustled around me, their laughter and chatter filling the room. Each of them wore a dress in a rich shade of emerald green, complementing their diverse skin tones. They adjusted my veil, handed me my bouquet of white roses and greenery, and offered words of encouragement that calmed my nerves.

My mother entered the room, her eyes brimming with tears. She handed me a small velvet box. Inside was a delicate gold bracelet with a single diamond charm, a family heirloom passed down from her mother. "Wear this," she said, fastening it around my wrist. "It's your something old and something borrowed. May it bring you all the love and happiness I’ve experienced."

The ceremony took place in a picturesque garden, the July sun shining brightly in a cloudless sky. Rows of white chairs were adorned with garlands of roses and baby's breath, and a floral arch stood at the end of the aisle, framing the officiant. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, mingling with the sound of soft classical music.

Friends and family gathered, their faces glowing with joy and excitement. I could see old friends, cousins I hadn't seen in years, and even colleagues from work, all dressed in their finest attire. The atmosphere was electric with love and anticipation.

As I walked down the aisle, arm in arm with my father, I caught sight of Daniel at the altar. His eyes widened, and he took a deep breath, a look of pure adoration spreading across his face. The world seemed to blur around me; all I could focus on was him. His reaction made my heart soar.

Our vows were a blend of traditional promises and personal sentiments. Daniel spoke of the first time we met, how he knew from that moment I was the one. I recalled the adventures we had shared, the challenges we had overcome, and how he made me feel cherished every single day. There wasn't a dry eye in the audience as we exchanged our rings, and when we finally kissed, it felt like sealing a promise of forever.

The reception was held in a grand ballroom, its opulent chandeliers casting a warm glow over the elegantly decorated tables. Each table was adorned with gold centerpieces and lush floral arrangements. The overall aesthetic was a blend of classic elegance with a modern twist.

Daniel and I made our grand entrance to the lively tune of our favorite song, the room erupting in applause and cheers. The decorations were breathtaking, with draped fabrics, twinkling fairy lights, and a large dance floor at the center. The aroma of delicious food and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, making my stomach rumble with anticipation.

Our first dance was to Etta James' "At Last," a song that perfectly captured our journey together. We had taken a few dance lessons, and as we swayed to the music, it felt like we were floating on air. The atmosphere was magical, the soft lighting and music creating an intimate moment amidst the crowd.

The best man, Daniel's brother, delivered a heartfelt speech filled with funny anecdotes and touching memories. My maid of honor, my best friend since childhood, shared stories of our mischievous adventures and the strength of our bond. Their words brought laughter and tears, highlighting the deep connections we shared with our loved ones.

My father and I danced to Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely," his proud smile never leaving his face. Daniel and his mother swayed to "A Song for Mama" by Boyz II Men, their close bond evident in every step.

The wedding cake was a masterpiece—a three-tiered creation adorned with cascading flowers and delicate lace-like icing. The flavors were a delightful mix of vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet, each bite more delicious than the last. We cut the cake together, feeding each other a piece and laughing as a bit of frosting ended up on my nose.

The food was a feast, with a variety of dishes reflecting our favorite cuisines. There were Southern comfort foods, Caribbean specialties, and a selection of vegetarian options. Signature cocktails named after our pets added a personal touch.

The DJ played a mix of old school and contemporary hits, and the dance floor was soon packed. Our friends and family danced with abandon, the energy infectious. The highlight was a surprise dance routine my cousins and I had prepared, bringing the house down with our synchronized moves.

A photo booth with fun props provided endless entertainment, and the garter toss had everyone in stitches. The night was filled with joy, laughter, and unforgettable moments.

The music had started again at the reception, and it seemed like everyone was dancing. The dance floor had been cleared out a bit to make room for Daniel and I’s first dance as a married couple. The music had stopped playing, and Daniel grabbed the microphone that was placed near the DJ’s table.

“Is everybody having fun tonight?” Daniel shouted out to the crowd. Everyone cheered and clapped, showing their approval.

 “I’m sure I don’t need to ask this, but where is my wife?”

You walked towards Daniel, your goddess braids and white dress flowing in the wind. You took the microphone from Daniel, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Hello everyone,” Your voice rang through the speakers. “Thank you so much for celebrating with us today. I know everyone was expecting us to have our first dance now, but I have another idea.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow, confused by what you're saying. “I want to give my husband a lap dance. Now I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry, I’ve been practicing. It’ll be good, I promise. Daniel, go sit down.” you pointed to a chair in front of you, and Daniel reluctantly obeyed.

The music started playing again, and you walked over to the DJ’s table, giving him a CD. “This is the song I want to dance to,” you whispered into the DJ’s ear.

The music changed to a slower, sexier song. you walked over to Daniel, who was sitting in front of you, looking at you with wide eyes. He looked like he couldn’t believe what was happening. 

“Y/N!” Daniel whispered out loud. “What are you doing?!” Daniel looked around, cheeks flushing from more than just the alcohol. His eyes widened even more when he saw that everyone was cheering you on.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Daniel mumbled into your ear. “You’re driving me crazy.” Daniel grabbed your hips, and pulled you closer against his dick. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up.” you laughed, and pushed Daniel’s hands away from your hips. “That’s the idea,” you whispered seductively.

You stood up, and pulled Daniel up with you. You leaned in close and kissed Daniel, while everyone cheered and whistled behind them. You could feel Daniel’s hands slipping up your dress, and you pulled away. “I want to give you the rest of this dance tonight.” 

As the night drew to a close, guests lined up outside with sparklers, creating a twinkling tunnel of light. Daniel and I changed into more comfortable outfits—me in a chic white jumpsuit, him in a relaxed suit. We walked hand in hand through the tunnel, the sparklers lighting up our path and the sound of cheers and well-wishes ringing in our ears.

Emotions ran high as we waved goodbye, our hearts full of gratitude and love. We shared one last kiss under the sparkling lights, the perfect end to a perfect day. As we drove away into the night, the reality of our new life together set in, filling me with a sense of excitement and peace.

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*Later that night*

The car stopped in front of the hotel, and Daniel got out first. He helped you out of the car, and they walked inside. They were greeted by a bellboy, who showed them to the elevators. Daniel pressed the button to the 10th floor, and they rode up to their room. Daniel pulled out a card key and swiped it through a machine on the door. The light turned green, and he pushed open the door to their room. Daniel walked inside first, and you followed him.

The room was decorated in white and pink, and there were rose petals scattered all around the room.

you giggled when you saw the rose petals. “I like this,” you said to Daniel.

Daniel smiled, and pulled you into his arms. “I knew you would. Come here.” He led you over to the bed, and sat down beside you. “I’m so happy that we’re married, Y/N.” Daniel’s eyes were wide with excitement. “I’m so happy that we’re finally together.”

you giggled and leaned in close to Daniel. You kissed his cheek, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m happy too, Daniel.” You kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Daniel leaned in closer to you and kissed you. You leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. You could feel his hands sliding up your back, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled away, and stood up.

you grabbed Daniel’s hands, and pulled him up off the bed. “I’m gonna give you a lap dance now,” you said seductively. Daniel smiled, and sat back down on the bed. you straddled his lap, and kissed him. You started to grind against his lap, feeling his dick get hard underneath you. you could feel Daniel’s hands pushing your dress up your legs, and you started to moan.

You pulled away from Daniel’s lips, and looked him in the eye. “I want you to keep your hands to yourself while I dance for you,” You said seductively. “You can’t touch me.” Daniel nodded, and you started to kiss his neck. You pulled his tie off, and undid the buttons on his shirt. You started to kiss his chest, and pushed his shirt down his arms. you pulled away again, and kissed Daniel’s lips.

Daniel’s eyes widened when he saw that you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath your dress. “You’re so hot,” he whispered out loud.

You leaned in close and kissed Daniel’s cheek. “Thank you,” you whispered into his ear. you started to grind against Daniel’s dick again, and you could feel it getting harder. “I love you,” you whispered into his ear. “You make me feel so good.”

Daniel moaned, and you started to kiss his neck again. You pulled away and sat up straighter, so Daniel could see your pussy in front of him. Daniel’s mouth dropped open, and he looked up at you. “I can’t touch you?” He asked, looking pleadingly at you. 

you smiled at Daniel, and grabbed his hands. You placed them on your hips, and leaned back against Daniel’s chest. “You can touch me with your hands, but only on my hips.” you pushed your hips back against Daniel’s dick, and he groaned out loud.

you leaned forward slightly, and started to rub your pussy against Daniel’s dick. You could feel the wetness between your legs, and you knew you were dripping. Daniel’s hands gripped your hips tightly, and you could feel him moving his hips against you. You started to moan, and you knew Daniel was close to losing control.

you stood up, and turned around to face Daniel. You could see the lust in his eyes,

and you smiled at him. You grabbed his hands, and pulled him to his feet. You started to kiss him, and could feel his dick pressed against your stomach. you grabbed Daniel’s dick through his pants, and he moaned out loud.

you pulled away from Daniel’s lips, and looked him in the eye. “I’m going to take my dress off now,” you whispered into his ear. “You can’t touch me. Just stand back and watch.” Daniel nodded, and you started to unbutton your dress. You let it fall to the floor, and stood in front of Daniel in nothing but your bra. Daniel groaned out loud, and you smiled at him. You pulled the straps of your bra off your shoulders, and let it fall to the floor as well. Daniel’s eyes widened as he looked at you’s body. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He whispered out loud. “I want to touch you.” you giggled, and leaned in close to kiss him.

“Not yet,” you whispered into his ear. “You have to wait.” Daniel groaned, and you started to kiss his neck again. You could feel his hands running up and down your sides, and you knew he was trying to keep himself from grabbing you. you could feel his dick against your stomach again.

you was enjoying teasing Daniel, but you knew you couldn’t keep it up for much longer. You were starting to feel the ache between your legs, and you wanted to feel Daniel inside you.

Daniel’s patience had also been running thin. He grabbed you’s neck, wrapping his hand around the braids at the base of your skull. He leaned down close to your ear and whispered. “I know you’re teasing me, baby, but it’s time to stop.”

You were taken aback by Daniel’s sudden change in demeanor, but you didn’t mind. You liked it when Daniel took control.

Daniel pulled away from your ear and looked you in the eye. “Take off your heels.” He commanded. you obeyed, taking off your heels and setting them on the floor beside you. “Now I want you to get on your knees.” Daniel’s eyes never left you as you got down on your knees in front of him.

Daniel unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. you did as you were told, and Daniel shoved his dick into your mouth. You started to suck him off, and you could feel your pussy getting wetter. “Good girl,” Daniel moaned. “I love feeling your warm mouth around me.” Daniel grabbed a handful of you’s braids, and started to fuck your mouth. He then suddenly stops making you whine. "Oh does my wife need something?" Daniel asked smugly while looking down at you.

His eyes rolled from the vibration of you's whines. "Ah, yeah you want me to cum down your throat huh?" he said while looking at you with a smirk. He tsks at your begging eyes, pulling you up to his lips while placing a hand around your throat. He started to kiss you passionately. He moved down to kiss your neck, and you could feel your pussy throbbing. You wanted him inside you so badly. "Please, Daniel," you whispered into his ear. "I need you."

He manhandles you onto your front, your stomach flat against the bed. With firm hands, he pulls your hips upwards, one hand sliding down your back to deepen the arch and push your ass further out. The other hand slaps your ass cheek. "Look at you, begging for me. It's such a pretty sight."  Daniel said. 

He places a kiss on your ass cheek and gives you another slap before sliding a finger inside. You groan in response, trying to rock back against him. He chuckles, pulling his fingers out. "Look at how needy you are already." You hear his pants drop, followed by the bed dipping from his weight. The head of his cock is pressed against your entrance, and he slowly pushes inside. You feel full, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He lets you adjust for a moment before he starts to pound into you, each thrust causing you to cry out.

 "You're such a good wife," he says between thrusts. "You take my cock so well. I'm a lucky man." He continues to fuck you, your pussy wet with desire. He reaches around, rubbing your clit. You groan out loud, and he smacks your ass again.  "Don't cum without permission," he growls out. 

You nod, but your body doesn't listen. Your legs give out, and you collapse onto the mattress from his assault on your cervix. Daniel holds you up by your hips, not allowing you to move. He continues to pound into you, your pussy gripping him tighter every time he slams inside you.

You groan into the mattress, your pussy clenching around him. "I'm cumming," you say, unable to hold yourself back anymore. Daniel grunts in response, fucking you faster. His thrusts become more erratic and you can tell he's close to cumming too.

Finally, he stills inside of you, filling you with his cum. He pulls out of you, and you fall back into the mattress. Daniel flips you over onto your back, and you see that he's still hard. "What are you doing?" You ask him.

"I'm not done with you yet," he replies with a smirk. He grabs your legs and pulls them apart, settling himself between them. He pushes back inside of you, and you gasp out loud. "You're going to take every last drop," he says, looking down at you. "Do you understand?" You nod, and Daniel leans down to kiss you. 

You nod, unable to speak from the pleasure. "Good girl," he says with a smile. Daniel pulls out of you and grabs a pillow, shoving it underneath your hips. He falls back inside of you, and you feel him deeper than ever before. You groan out loud, and Daniel leans down to kiss you.  His tongue dances in your mouth, and you feel yourself reaching another climax.

He kisses your forehead and then looks down at you again. "Look at me, baby," he says softly. You open your eyes, looking up at Daniel. "That's right. I want to see your eyes when you cum for me." You nod, and Daniel smiles. He leans down to kiss you, and you feel his lips moving against yours. Your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, and you scream out loud. You feel yourself cumming all over Daniel's dick, and he groans into your mouth.

You feel tears running down your face from the pleasure. "Aw look at my beautiful wife already going dumb on my cock. Come on honey." He taps you's cheek to bring your eyes back to his. "I know you've got some more in you."  He says, and you nod. You look up at him, and Daniel smiles. He pulls out of you, and you see that he's still hard.

"Legs up." He says placing your thighs on his shoulders. God, you could practically feel him in your stomach you thought as he began to thrust once again. 

The pleasure causing your brain to short-circuit completely, you needed relief from the onslaught. You take a shaky hand and drag it down Daniel’s chest, finally settling on his abdomen trying to push him away. 

“No, baby,” Daniel coos down at you, knocking your hand away from his abs, and continuing to press inside of you,, “Don’t run from me. Take it. Take my cock like you were made for it.”

You keened. You knew that was exactly what you were made for. You were made to be fucked by Daniel. You were made to cum for him.

You shudder as you feel him go even deeper, and your legs twitch from the strain.

Daniel’s hand travels up your body, wrapping around your throat as he kisses you. He sucks on your lip and then bites down. You gasp as his mouth moves down to your ear. “Tell me I’m the only one who gets to fuck this pussy. Tell me I’m the only one who makes you cum.”

You nod, still trying to catch your breath.

“Say it for me, baby. Let me hear it from those pretty lips.” Daniel commands as he continues to kiss your neck.

“Y- you’re the only one who can do this to me, Daniel. The only one who makes me feel like this. The only one who fucks me. You’re the only one who makes me cum,” You say. Your voice breathy and shaky.

“That’s right, baby. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.” He praises you as he kisses down your body.  “My turn to make you cum all over my dick. I want to feel you milk me dry.” You nod in agreement as Daniel starts to pick up the pace. His thrusts becoming more urgent, his moans echoing in the room. He lets go of your throat, placing his hands on your hips. He looks down at you, and you can see the lust in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N,” he says as he looks down at you. “I’m going to cum inside you again. You’re going to take it all like a good girl.” You nod, and Daniel groans out loud. You feel yourself reaching another orgasm, and you cry out loud. You feel Daniel cumming inside you at the same time, and he leans down to kiss you.

“I love you, Mr. Ricciardo,” you whisper into his ear. Daniel pulls away from your lips, and smiles at you.

“I love you too, Mrs. Ricciardo," Daniel replies. He leans down to kiss you again, and you feel yourself falling asleep in his arms. You smile into his kiss, knowing you'll spend the rest of your life with him. Your husband. Your forever love. Your Daniel. Your everything. you and Daniel. Forever and always. 

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Unwritten | DR3

― Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: mentions of break up and food; typos. ― Summary: Yn and Daniel were together for 4 years, and now they have to learn to be alone after a complicated breakup. The thing is, how does one get over someone they still love? How to forget when your song keeps playing everywhere? Their future? Still unwritten. ― A/n: None of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps, but the work is, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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f1gossip Paddock's IT couple apparently broke up. Daniel and Yn deleted their respective pictures from each others profile. With Yn's disappearance from races, this was something that a few fans saw coming. According to sources, it was a mutual, but painful decision.

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anonfan I wonder how's Yn doing 😟

⤷ ynsunshine I'm manifesting so much love and happiness in her life, she deserves it

italianricciardo do we know what happened?

charlesleshow you expect me to still believe in love after this breakup? 🤣😭🤣😭🤣😭🤣

lewcedes bro, daniel must be crushed, he worshipped the ground Yn walked

ricciardoyln you mean to tell me that the couple that sang SOS from mamma mia in a karaoke during their friends wedding simply broke up? 👎👎👎

popyn HOW??? WHY???? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS ❓❓❓❓❓

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DR3 x Exgf!reade

Summary - After a messy breakup with Daniel reader releases a new album, but no one expects the random love song at the end of it, and they certainly didn’t expect it to be about Daniel’s friend and ex-teammate.

Warnings - Cheating mentioned, swearing, villain Daniel (for the request I love Danny Ric)

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Requested - Yes

Notes - Please give me the benefit of the doubt for some spelling errors, it’s not my strong suite 😭

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Yourusername - I’m back, and I’m bringing you a gift to apologise for being away for so long 🤍 my brand new album, ‘My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys’ is out tomorrow, you’ll hear more from me then. I love you 💕

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User1 - Y/N OMFG AHHHH

User2 - I CANT WAIT A WHOLE NEW ALBUM TOMORROW WHAT.

User3 - ITS ONLY BEEN 4 MONTHS

User4 - This shit looks sad

User5 - Daniel did some fucked up shit in their relationship 😭

User6 - Hoe wdym ‘My boy only breaks his favourite toys’

User7 - Is everyone forgetting Daniel’s favourite bar in Australia is called ‘the black dog’

User8 - He fucked up big time

User9 - Fr, how do you cheat on THEE y/n y/l/n?

User10 - Daniel’s teammate in the likes shows that even the grid don’t agree w how he treated our girl 😭

User11 - Stop making him a villain okay, he didn’t know what he was doing.

User12 - Daniel, and thirty four year old man, didn’t know what he was doing when he controlled, belittled and public cheated on Y/n, a TWENTY THREE year old girl? He knew what he was doing, you can’t defend him anymore.

SabrinaCarpenter - You even look pretty when you’re sad

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Yourusername - My god where do I even start? This album is everything and more to me, really. The last year of my life writing these songs has been my escape from my reality, one that I really didn’t want to be a part of, but it was also one that I didn’t know how to escape, and when I finally did I didn’t know how to let go of all the pain I’d kept with me in that time. So, I picked up my pen and let it do the talking. This is my first album where every song is written solely by me, but of course I had the help of my soulmate collaborators, jack and Aaron to produce and do their magic. The pair of them helped me, along with someone special showed me that what I felt was okay, and valid. These songs are my most unfiltered and my most vulnerable, this is not an album that has been made for the general public. This one is one I made with only you, my biggest supporters and myself in mind. I’m forever grateful of how I’m able to trust you with my feelings without any fear. I love you, and I hope you live this album like I do, or it could help you like it did me. Just remember, you’re not alone in your feelings 🤍

‘My boy only brakes his favourite toys’ is all yours now, all eighteen tracks about my coping mechanisms, and one about how there’s happiness after heartbreak… 🤍

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JackAntanoff - You’re a living legend 🫡

Yourusername - That’s all you New Jersey

User13 - What. The. Fuck. This. Album. Has. Killed. Me.

User14 - I’m sorry but wtfdym miss Y/n Y/l/n has a song where she says the word ‘I’ll get older but your lover stay my age’

User15 - All too well killed me

User16 - I love how you can just tell what songs were produced by jack and what by Aaron

User17 - ‘I know it won’t work’ is so heart wrenching istg no one speak to me

User18 - I’m its biggest stan

User19 - WHERE DID THIS HOE FIND MY DIARY WHEN WRITING THE PROPHECY ?!??!!??

User20 - Because I liked a boy is so superior, like she finally addressed what Daniel’s ‘fans’ put her through at the start of their relationship

User21 - ‘Say it once again with feeling, how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me breathed and reeling, my beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g’

User22 - How did it end is so superior

User23 - Y/n could write Romeo and Juliet but Shakespeare couldn’t write this bridge

User24 - PAY FOR MY THERAPY

User25 - Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it. And I'll say, "Good riddance". 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden. I would've died for your sins. Instead, I just died inside. And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

User26 - The smallest man who ever lives reigns supreme on this album

User27 - NONE OF YOU HOES TALKING ABOUT CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT?

User28 - FR WTFDYM THERES THIS WHOLE SAD ASS ALBUM THEN JUST THE BEST LOVE SONG Y/N HAS EVER WRITTEN

User29 - I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE HELL ITS ABOUT

Yourusername - And who is my man? that’s one secret I’ll never tell.

User30 - HOE YOU WATCH TOO MUCH GOSSIP GIRL

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LandoNorris - Week off shenanigans, I’m still the biggest Y/n Y/l/n fan. New albums great btw 🫡

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User31 - Everyone is a Y/n fan

User32 - WHO ARE THOSE FLOWERS FOR HELLO

User33 - he has taste with call it what you want AND feather

User34 - he made it CLEAR he’s team Y/n

User35 - Thought Daniel was your friend..?

User36 - Everyone ignoring the boyfriend Lando pic

Yourusername - Thanks for the streams 🫡

LandoNorris - no problem 😌

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Yourusername - Turns out I’m physically unable to do a soft launch so, THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND LANDO AINT HE ADORABLE

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User37 - What the fuck

User38 - OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

User39 - I’m in love with them already what

User40 - Y/n you’re truly an icon

User41 - THE PHOTOS OMG THEYRE ADORABLE 😭

DanielRicciardo - wow.

User42 - GET YOUR STINKY ASS OUT OF HERE WE DONT WANT YOU LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE

User43 - This is his karma

LandoNorris - You’re cute

Yourusername - Stop I’m blushing.

User44 - Obsessed.

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LandoNorris - Lol stay mad, should’ve treated her better when you had her.

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Yourusername - My god I love you

LandoNorris - I love you so much more

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[httpsserene]

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 2𝖐 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑

welcome to the table of contents for my two-thousand followers special !

i am actually shocked that i reached this milestone, considering my writing managed to convince people to follow me even though i have not been active on this account. you all bolstered me to 2k through two hiatus' that i did not announce, and that i do sincerely apologize for. the next time i plan to disappear off the face of tumblr, i'll give you guys a heads up: no more ghosting :) but seriously, thank you guys for the never ending support, and i will make sure i return the gratitude by being more present on tumblr, and writing more often!

as previously requested and mentioned, this special event is the daniel ricciardo edition. i believe a majority of you wanted a part-two of the overstimulation with daniel ricciardo / max verstappen x black!reader from my f1 kinktober series, which will be included in this special. i also promised a few dr3 fics to some of you that requested--so all in all, all of the daniel ricciardo thirst that YOU ALL requested is listed below the cut. i hope this is enough of a peace offering, and i hope you all enjoy xxx

if you would like to be added to this special's taglist, send me an ask or leave a reply. all episode upload times are at 12 PM EST on their release date. posts tagged as # httpss :// 2k special. all works can be found in my table of contents (m.list).

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: it's his one-man show. you ask for danny ric, and he will always over-deliver. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: daniel ricciardo x fem!black!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: assorted oneshots.

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Pilot: Over-Stimulation Kink w/ Daniel Ricciardo & Max Verstappen

You can't remember the last time you've gotten to spend more than three days at a time with both of your boyfriends. You understand how demanding their job is but, you just can't remember the last time they really exhausted you...pleasurably. And then winter break comes around, and they have all the time they need to make you lose your mind.

Episode Two: Say, "Cheese!" | facial | 5/31/24

The day she gets her braces off will be the best day of her life. Maybe all the years she dealt with insults, underhanded compliments, and men who wouldn’t date her because of them, would be worth it when she sees her perfectly straight teeth. Of course, it sucks that she has insecurities stemming from her braces; her boyfriend, Daniel, says that they “add to her beauty.” If she believed him, she probably wouldn’t hide her mouth behind her hand when she grins or laughs. Don’t worry—Daniel has an idea of how to make that smile of hers…shine.

requested! insecure!reader. soft!dom daniel. oral sex (male receiving). serene's fave.

Episode Three: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss | fake orgasm | 6/5/24

When Daniel isn’t feeling well, it’s no hardship for her to take of him. Except this time, he broke his hand and is proceeding to be an absolute nightmare to take care of. They haven’t had sex since before the accident in Zandvoort because she’s afraid that somehow she’ll end up aggravating his injury. Daniel, however, has convinced himself that he only exists to bring her pleasure. So, she comes up with a plan to soothe his service dom tendencies. Enter, Operation Fake Orgasm. How hard can it be? Spoiler alert: she’s a terrible actress.

requested! servicedom!daniel. vaginal sex. hurt/comfort. attempt at humor.

Episode Four: Tomorrow 2 | body worship | 6/7/24

She’s the least favorite Formula One WAG. At first, she was optimistic, the fans would eventually start liking her—but that was a pretty naive thought. She’s constantly compared to Daniel’s ex-girlfriend—she’s not as pretty as her, she’s not as supportive as her, etc. Unfortunately, in a moment of low self-esteem—she breaks and thinks maybe the fans are right. Daniel comes home and sees you gathering every belonging of yours that’s migrated to his apartment like you’re breaking up with him. He tries to change your mind with his words, but that doesn’t quite reassure you completely; so he has no choice but to do it with his actions, too.

requested! insecure!reader. light angst. multiple orgasms. manhandling.

Episode Five: TSA | soft yandere | 6/13/24

She’s too pure for him. She hasn’t been damaged by life like he has and he hopes she never will be. So, that’s why Daniel can never allow himself to be with her. He knows she’s convinced herself that she can fix him, but he knows the longer he sticks around, the more he’s ruining her. He finds it cynical: their relationship (or lack of one) reads like one of the books she’s obsessed with: right person wrong time or forbidden love. Daniel learns that it might be a little darker of a trope—like one of her books that she never allows him to see a page of.

requested! possessive!reader. mild angst. happy ending. morally grey.

Finale: K.O. ! | over-stimulation | 6/25/24

Okay, Daniel may have won the first round. He cleared her dry spell with no problem and used Max to do it, too. That’s completely fine, she will never complain about experiencing some of the best orgasms of her life. But, Max (the man unable to not have the last word) coerces her into giving Daniel a taste of his own medicine.  As soon as they can manage to walk on two feet, without a wobble. Mark their fucking words. 

requested! part-two of the pilot fic. multiple orgasms. polyamory. bondage.

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[babyboydaniel]

Red Wine (M)

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You cannot stand Daniel, so how did you both end up in the bathroom together?

Smut, Fluff (?) | Warnings: 18+, PinV, Fingering, Semi-Public | Word Count: 4.3K

If there was one thing that you were sure of, you could not stand Daniel Ricciardo. You hated that people fawned over him, laughing at all his jokes, his stupid teeth-bearing grin which was constantly plastered to his face, or that he genuinely seemed to care about everyone he spoke to. He had this unwavering dedication to look like a nice guy. But, you saw right through him. He was a cocky, arrogant asshole that needed a reality check. So, any time you were forced to spend your free time with him, you were less than thrilled. Getting a root canal without novocaine sounded more enjoyable.

So, when your close friend invited you to a small housewarming party, you knew that Daniel was destined to be there. Everything told you to reject the invite and spend the night with a bottle of wine and binge-watching Sex and the City. However, you were a good friend and confirmed your attendance.

After a couple of weeks, you were standing outside the front door of your friend’s new home, your arms filled with gifts and food to share. As you struggled to balance everything without the risk of it toppling over, someone called out from behind you, “Do you need some help with that?”

You rolled your eyes as you looked back at him. Daniel. He was walking up the pathway with that perma smile on his face. He was dressed in an oversized sweater and slim-cut black jeans. His hair was longer than when you had seen him last and somehow curlier. You would even go as far as to say he looked good, but he ruined any illusions when he opened his mouth. Nobody is that happy all the time.

“I got it,” you stated, still working to get a hand free to ring the doorbell so someone could come open the door.

Daniel stood patiently behind you, his arms crossed while he watched you juggle everything. A tiny amused smirk pulled at his lips.

You struggled for a couple of minutes before you felt someone come up behind you. Their chest pressed against your back, and their tan tattoo-covered arm reached past you to push open the front door.

“I would have died out here at the rate that was going,” Daniel laughed in your ear. Close enough that the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine. You noticeably flinched from him as you walked through the threshold, wanting as much distance from him as possible. 

“I had it,” you muttered as he walked past you, traveling further into the house.

Daniel turned back and winked at you, “Sure, babe.”

The sound of his laughter carried down the hallway. Gosh, he was insufferable.

While you removed your shoes, your friend rounded the corner into the foyer to help collect the things from your arms. You thanked her for the help as you followed the sounds towards the kitchen. Gathered around the island were a small group of your closest friends, glasses of wine in hand, and plates full of a perfectly crafted charcuterie board.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” your friend asked, putting down the dish you brought.

“Please,” you said, “What kind do you have?”

Your friend showed you the two open bottles, and to no surprise, they were both specialty DR3 wines. You rolled your eyes.

“Daniel brought these to share,” your friend explained.

Of course, he did. Always one to outdo everyone else. Most would see the gesture as sweet, not you; it was simply a way to feed his ego. Showing off how successful he was, subtly rubbing it in people’s faces.

“Whichever is fine with me,” you lamented.

She quickly poured you a glass before pushing you to make yourself a plate and join the conversation. If luck would have it, you wound up standing next to Daniel. He was casually leaning against the counter, hands gesturing wildly, as he encaptured the people around in a story that you were sure was far more boring than people let on. You slowly ate the assortment of cheese and meat on your plate as you tried to drown out what Daniel was going on about until you heard your name called by the man himself.

“Yes?” you questioned.

“Where did you go? I called your name like five times,” he chuckled.

“I was just enjoying the cheese,” you stated simply.

Your response caused Daniel to throw his head back as a genuine laugh racked his body. The corner of his eyes crinkled up, and his hand lifted to cover his mouth. Your response wasn’t that funny.

“Gosh, you’re funny,” he giggled.

You shook your head, “If you say so.”

Daniel just continued to grin at you as you met his gaze. Laughter still danced in his warm golden eyes. His face was so open and welcoming, but you knew better than to trust it.

“You were asking me a question?” you enquired, trying to get the conversation over as soon as possible.

“Oh yeah. Umm…” Daniel chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I already forgot.”

“Great,” you responded.

Before he could say anything further, your friend and their partner called for everyone’s attention and directed us to the dining room for dinner. The group shuffled through the archway to the attached room, where among the beautiful tablescape was dinner for the night. As everyone found their seat, you sat down in the chair nearest to you and felt someone pull out the chair to your right. You quickly glanced over to see that Daniel moved to occupy the seat. It was as if the world was playing a cruel trick on you. Was he painfully unaware that you did not like him?

The alcohol flowed and food was passed around the table. The room buzzed with laughter and conversation. You spent most of the meal talking to your friend on the left, doing a damn good job at ignoring the man opposite of you. That was until you felt a tender touch placed on your forearm. You looked down to find long, slender fingers delicately wrapped around your wrist, and the bold outline of a rose contrasted the sun-kissed skin. Your gaze trailed up their arm until your eyes landed on Daniel’s. His expression looked as if he was awaiting a response.

“Yes?” you questioned, clearly annoyed.

Your annoyance did nothing to deter Daniel. He smiled back at you, his hand still on your skin, “Did you want more wine?”

That is what he interrupted an obviously important conversation for. You rolled your eyes.

“Uh, no,” you grumbled, “but you can stop touching me now.”

Daniel looked down at where you were still connected and quickly pulled his hand from you. He flashed you a quick smile as an apology. You rolled your eyes involuntarily as you turned back to your previous discussion.

“If you keep rolling your eyes, they are going to get stuck like that,” Daniel whispered as he leaned over to you. His firm chest pressed to your arm. Warmth spreads throughout your body once again. 

“Well, stop giving me a reason to,” you sassed.

That caused Daniel to chuckle, his breath fanning over your cheek, which was undoubtedly flushed. It must be from the alcohol. That was the only explanation. Not from the proximity of Daniel Ricciardo.

“Babe, there are plenty of other things I can do to make your eyes roll to the back of your head,” Daniel murmured, his lips ghosting over your ear before pulling back and settling in his chair.

“Dick,” you muttered, picking up a glass of water, attempting to reject your body’s reaction to his words. You could hear Daniel laugh as he watched your movements. Gosh, you could not stand him. 

With a gulp of water and a sigh, you turned back to your friend. The conversation picked up from where you left off. But you were granted only a couple of minutes of peace before you felt a warm liquid spread over your lap. You gasped as you looked down and saw red wine seeping into the white satin material of your skirt. Before you could even react, Daniel’s hands were dabbing a napkin on the growing stain.

“Shit,” he stated, which he continued to repeat as he pawed at your lap, which did nothing to rescue the ruined skirt.

You sat there stunned, watching Daniel attempt to clean up the mess.

Daniel’s eyes met yours, his eyebrows furrowed in worry, and his ever-permanent smile was replaced with a downturn of his lips.

“I am so sorry,” he declared.

You just continued to stare at him, mouth hanging open, “What the fuck?”

Daniel flinched slightly from the chill in your voice, his hands coming to rest where they still resided in your lap.

“I am sorry,” he repeated, “I will get you a new one. Fuck, this is my bad.”

Without a word, you pushed back from the table and stomped off to the bathroom. Unbelievably irritated. It was no surprise Daniel had to go and ruin something. You closed the door behind you as you stripped the skirt from your body, placing the soiled material in the sink, hoping to get some of the wine out. There wouldn’t be a stain if you were quick enough to run it under cold water. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you let the cold water flow over the skirt. Annoyance read on your face. Tears of frustration prickled in your eyes.

“Fuck, I am so so-” Daniel exclaimed as he burst through the closed bathroom door. He immediately stopped in his tracks as his eyes landed on you standing over the sink in your underwear and the light sweater that covered your chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Daniel, what the hell! Have you ever heard of knocking?” you chastised.

He quickly turned around and covered his eyes, “I just wanted to apologize again and see if there was anything I could help you with. I did not expect you to be naked.”

“I am not naked,” you snickered.

“Well, you are not exactly dressed.”

“True. And if that is the case, why are you still standing there?”

You could hear Daniel gulp, the lines of his back flexing under his sweater. He slowly turned around to face you, his hands still covered his eyes. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. There was a tinge of warmth on his cheeks, “Umm, well, I want to help.”

You chuckled. He sounded so innocent that you were half tempted to let him. But, you were in a state of undress that you did not need him witnessing. He had embarrassed you enough for the night. You did not need him to humiliate you further. On the other hand, it was his mess, and he should be the one to fix it.

“Fine,” you sighed, “you can take over trying to get this stain out.”

Daniel peeked through his fingers, “Really?”

You nodded and backed away from the sink, which put you closer to Daniel in the confined space. Daniel dropped his hands and shuffled around you to occupy the spot you once resided in and got to work. You sat on the closed toilet while he ran more cold water into the basin. The two of you were silent while Daniel massaged the material, trying to encourage the wine to leave the skirt. You caught yourself mesmerized by the way his fingers flexed and slid against the fabric. Being both extremely gentle and firm.

“The stain is better, but I do not think we are getting it out,” Daniel stated, which brought you out of your trance.

You got up from your place on the toilet and took a couple of steps over to him. You leaned over the sink to look at the ruined skirt and deemed your attempts as a lost cause. You sighed as you rested your back against the sink. Your arm pressed against Daniel’s. He looked down at you. His eyes were apologetic as well as something else you could not place.

“Sorry. As I said, I will get you a new one,” Daniel apologized.

You shook your head, “It is fine. Shit happens.”

“No, no. I fucked up, and I will get you something to replace it.”

You nodded in response, knowing there was no chance of winning against Mr. Nice Guy.

“What am I supposed to wear now? I cannot walk around in my underwear.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind that,” Daniel joked.

You slapped him in the chest, “Ha ha, you are so funny. I am serious.”

“So I am I,” his face completely serious.

You both looked at each other, willing the other to back down. The staring contest continued until you could see the exact moment a thought came to him. A few seconds passed before he spoke his brilliant plan out loud.

“I could give you my sweater to wear,” he offered, almost sheepishly.

You were silent as you debated the pros and cons of that offer. And before you could contemplate any farther, you were tossing off the sweater you had on. It landed with a gentle thud on the floor. Daniel’s eyes widened in shock, but there was a fire that simmered beneath the surface as he looked over your now exposed skin, resting to ogle at your breasts a beat longer than what was considered polite.

You held out your hands for Daniel to give you the sweater. He fumbled to pull it over his head, messing up his curls in the process, but he did not hand it over to you.

“Arms up,” he whispered as if not to scare you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, head cocked to the side, but decided not to argue. The faster this was over the faster you could get out of the cramped room. So, much to Daniel’s pleasure, you followed his command and raised your arms. Daniel slipped the fabric over your head, his fingers trailing down your arms as he guided them through the openings, goosebumps left in their wake. Once your head and hands were through the holes, Daniel shifted the sweater over your body. His hands grazed your sides until the bottom of the top rested mid-thigh. You shivered as his fingers played with the hem, accidentally caressing the fullness of your thighs. An inaudible whine fell from your parted lips. The clothing smelled like him, something warm, expensive, and, for some reason, comforting. You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. You should not be having these thoughts about someone you despise.

“Thank you,” you coughed as you pressed further back into the sink, trying to create space between you.

“You’re welcome,” Daniel croaked, hands falling to his sides, “It is the least I can do.”

You hummed in agreement, waiting for him to move from your personal space. But, he did no such thing. He continued to stare at you. As if he was debating something in his mind. His right hand reached out as if he wanted to grab you but thought better of it.

“Umm, are you-”

“Can I kiss you?” Daniel interrupted.

Your mouth snapped shut, shocked by his request. Like Daniel has to know you do not like him. So why is he now asking to kiss you? And you know for a fact you cannot stand him, so why are you not slapping him in the face for merely suggesting it? But, you were thinking about humoring him and letting him kiss you. No, you could never. It would only make him even more unbearable. Though they do say hate sex is some of the best you can experience, could that be the same with just a kiss? So, before you could think too much you were nodding your head.

Daniel, pleased with your response, reached out to gently cup your jaw. His thumb ran along the skin there while his other hand rested on the small of your waist. The fabric bunched up beneath his fingers. He leaned in and looked down at you, locking eyes and giving you a chance to back out. You did not. So he closed the short distance and placed his lips against yours.

The moment his lips met yours, it was fire. Everything burned but in the best way. You panted as Daniel pulled you closer, his tongue slipping past your parted lips. His tongue brushed against yours in a delicate but firm massage reminiscent of his hands ringing out your skirt. You threw your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. A moan left your mouth, and Daniel bit your bottom lip before diving back in. Kissing you deeper. After what felt like hours, but it was only seconds, Daniel pulled back. His thumb reached up to run along your wet, full lip. His eyes were ablaze. The once honey eyes now looked like molten glass.

Then his lips were back on yours. He kissed you with such force that you were convinced he was going to leave a bruise. His tongue fought yours for dominance, neither wanting to concede to the other. You were in no mood to give him the upper hand. You tugged at the hair laced in your fingers, silently urging Daniel to back down. Unsurprisingly, doing so did the complete opposite; Daniel groaned into your mouth as he doubled his efforts. The whimpers he coaxed from you proved how much you enjoyed it and spurred him on. He pulled your body flush against his, slotting his knee between your legs, and pressed his thigh where you needed it most. Your body automatically ground against his with want. Daniel bucked his hips as your thigh brushed along his hardening cock. Daniel removed himself from your lips. His mouth moving to place gentle kisses along the length of your neck. You whined as he nipped at the skin there.

“You better not leave any marks,” you scolded breathlessly.

Daniel snickered but did not stop his ministrations. His hand that was once on your waist had made its way down to your thigh. Fingers slipping under the sweater, lightly touching the skin there. Teasing you, running along the length of your underwear before dipping beneath the band and snapping it back against your heated skin as he continued his way up your side until he reached just below your breast. His fingers danced along the edge of your bra. His lips were at your ear when he whispered, “I want to fuck you.”

The noise that you made was sinful.

“Fuck, Daniel,” you muttered.

“Is that a yes?” he prompted, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

“Right here?” you questioned.

“Right here,” he confirmed, his body pressed against yours. 

Your eyes shifted to the unlocked, closed door, “What if someone walks in or can hear us?”

Daniel shrugged, and that arrogant smirk graced his lips again, “Who cares? They would only be jealous that I am the one fucking you.”

That comment went straight to your pussy. You could feel the wetness begin to coat your underwear. You were so turned on at the idea of someone catching you guys that nothing could stop you from going through with it. You needed Daniel. So, you found yourself nodding your head once again.

“Okay, but we are going to have to be quick. We have already been gone for a long time,” you expressed. 

With you in agreement, Daniel quickly captured your lips with his before pulling his undershirt over his head. Your eyes scanned his ink-covered skin, taking him in. Your hands reached out on their own accord and ran over the smooth planes of his chest. Your fingers brushed over his hardened nipples as they wandered. Daniel hissed at the contact.

While your fingertips danced over his body, Daniel pulled a condom out of his pocket before ridding himself of his pants and boxers. Then he was standing in front of you naked. An absolutely delicious sight. As if your hands had a mind of their own, you followed his happy trail to where a dusting of pubes rested above his beautiful cock. Possibly the most beautiful thing about him. His cock was hard and flushed and oh so tantalizing. That you immediately wrapped your fingers around him, and ran your hand up his length, giving him a couple of pumps. Daniel moaned. Precum leaked from his swollen tip. Mouth-watering. You just wanted to sink to your knees and take him in your mouth. To taste him, to have him grip your hair while he fucked your wet, open mouth. But, as if he could read your mind, Daniel removed your hands from him.

“As much as I want to take my time here, we have to be quick remember?”

“Right,” you responded.

Daniel returned his lips to yours as he pulled down your underwear, forcing them down your legs until they hit the floor. His left hand grabbed your thigh to hook your leg around his waist. You moaned as your now bare, wet pussy glided along Daniel’s length. Your hips lustfully rocked against him as the head of his cock caught against your clit. Daniel swore under his breath as he gripped your hip to stop your movements.

“Babe, I want to last long enough to fuck you,” Daniel groaned. 

“Then hurry up,” you demanded. 

With a chuckle, Daniel reached between your bodies, his fingers ran down your wet folds. Collecting the juices that leaked from you, teasing you as he gently circled your clit. Barely providing any pressure, giving you just enough for your cunt to pulse around nothing.  

“Daniel,” you whined. 

That prompted him to press two fingers into your dripping core. You moaned at the intrusion. Daniel pumped his fingers into you at a quick pace. Wanting to loosen you up enough to take his cock. The sound of your wetness mixed with the moans that came from your mouth. Daniel pulled his fingers out of you, so he could quickly roll the condom on his leaking cock. 

Once sheathed, he ran the tip of his cock through your wetness. Coating himself in you. Then without warning, he fucked into you. You moaned as he filled you up. Loving the way he stretched you. It was orgasmic. Daniel groaned as you clenched around him. Then he was thrusting into you deep and hard, unrelenting as he was trying to get both of you to orgasm. You chanted his name as he rhythmically pumped into you. As you began to come undone beneath him, Daniel returned his hand between your legs to rub your clit. Doubling the pleasure. You shoved your hand in your mouth, muffling the sounds of pleasure that you could not contain. You were going to come embarrassingly quick and by the sounds of it so was Daniel.

“I am going to come,” you moaned.

“Me too,” Daniel responded.

He picked up the pace pushing you closer to the edge. Daniel leaned forward to quickly kiss you before he commanded, “Come for me.”

That is all it took. A scream ripped from your throat as you released over his cock. The squelch of wetness echoed against the tiled walls. As your pussy constrcited around Daniel’s cock it was more than enough to have him come. Fucking his dick deep in you as he released into the condom. The guttuaral sound he made caused your release to drip down his cock as your pussy coaxed more cum from him. Wanting him to empty everything into you. You both were panting as Daniel pulled out. 

Daniel untangled your leg from around him in order to wrap you in his arms. An innocent kiss was pressed to your lips before Daniel stepped back to remove the condom and tossing it in the bin. 

Daniel’s arms quickly returned to pull you into his chest. A sweet kiss was placed on your forehead as he held you for a moment. You both stood there, breathing each other in as you came down from your highs, before Daniel removed his arms so you could clean yourself up. 

Once clean, you shimmied your underwear back up your body while Daniel got dressed himself. Looking in the mirror, you tried your best to fix your appearance so it did not look like you just were fucked in the bathroom, but you are sure it was useless. Neither of you was quiet, you are positive everyone heard. 

Once your clothes were back in place. Daniel wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. Undoubtedly cuddly after an orgasm. 

“Next time I am going to fuck you properly,” Daniel declared. You shivered. Pressing your thighs together just at the thought. 

“Oh, so you think there will be a next time?” you challenged. 

Daniel laughed that cocky laugh, “Babe, I know there will be a next time.”

With that, he kissed you one last time before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bathroom. The both of you made your way into the living room, where everyone had moved to after the incident. All eyes turned to the two of you as you walked through the doorway. 

“I guess the bathroom has been christened,” your friend joked.

Your face heated up with embarrassment, your neck and cheeks turned a fiery red. Daniel just pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Next time I will just bend her over the dining table and have everyone watch,” Daniel retorted.

“Daniel!” you exclaimed, smacking him.

All he could do was laugh and guide you to an empty place on the sofa. Pulling you onto his lap, though there was enough space for you to sit next to him, and he joined the conversation. Maybe Daniel was not so bad after all.

[leclercsluvs]

CL16/DR3 | Already Over | smau

part 7

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

an: i'm not really sure how long this is going to be, but i am pretty sure it's not going to be too many more parts. pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris and 5.619.174 others charles_leclerc been working on some new stuff. written for a specific person. love you.

carlossainz55 you're doing everything you can huh?

charles_leclerc i've got to show i'm the one for her landonorris that's the reason you sent her flowers without letting her know? danielricciardo the flowers were from you? maxverstappen1 ooo does charles need to watch out next race?

scfty/n i'm scared this isn't good.

norrislcve oh lord i fear for the next race.

luvsricciardo okay but imagine seeing daniel absolutely fight the shit car he has just so he can threaten charles?? it's gonna be exciiiiting norrislcve and if he takes them both out of the race?? luvsricciardo good for him tbh. charles lowkey deserves it norrislcve you don't even know the full story??? you have a few paparazzi photos and an album FROM ONE SIDE and you decide charles deserves to be taken out of a race? if they can't separate their private life and the race it self, they should NOT be racing.

f1updates

liked by sharllve, lecsluv and 1.279 others f1updates we have been sent these photos that is supposedly yourusername back in ferrari merch. is this a hint towards anything? tagged: yourusername

scfty/n those first two photos are literally old, and the last photo isn't even her?? she posted those two photos on her instagram after one of the first races she attended with charles.

leclrcs i literally saw here there tho, and she was wearing jeans like that scfty/n and that's supposed to prove what? that she reuses jeans? and there's literally two types of jeans here, a pair of black and a pair of light blue 🤨

wrldofleclerc i saw her there, but she was wearing a mclaren jacket (probably to support her bf??)

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and 4.719.720 others yourusername well it seems some people were concerned with what i was wearing at the race this weekend. ferrari? nah. mclaren? yes. (he caught me trying to be sneaky while taking a photo) tagged: danielricciardo

danielricciardo to be honest you don't have to be sneaky. you can take photos of me anyday. i know i look good

yourusername you're right. i can take photos of you anytime. because i'm your girlfriend. i dont need permission 🥰 landonorris if he ever says you can't take photos of him, you're free to start taking photos of me 🙃 yourusername might take advantage of that offer. thank you danielricciardo don't steal my girlfriend 😠

y/nsvsp looks better than the red tbh

leclercsbae how dare you? y/nsvsp just speaking the truth 🤷 wrldofy/n can we agree she looks amazing in everything tho?

lecswrld good for you tbh. tell them

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and 2.823.973 others yourusername all talked out, don't worry no one's being pushed off the track this weekend. right? am i going back to red? never. i found my color 🧡 tagged: charles_leclerc, danielricciardo

danielricciardo speak for yourself, i'm pushing people off the track i need to get back on that podium

charles_leclerc not the best way to do it mate landonorris you're letting me stay right? your favorite teammate? danielricciardo let's see 🤷‍♂️ yourusername don't threaten lando. he's too precious.

lecswrld he already looks so much happier!

rics.aep omggg they're friiiiends

luvsnorris are they getting back together?

leclercsaep i doubt it. with the rumors of him having cheated and her being in a happy relationship, there's a slim chance y/n and charles will get back together

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, pierregasly and 1.718.032 others charles_leclerc was forced to tasted this green thing. never doing that again. absolutely horrifying. tagged: yourusername, maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1 and you loved it

yourusername you charles you loved it >:( charles_leclerc i absolutely did not. i hated it. horrible. worst time of my life. maxverstappen1 worse than qualifying in baku 2019? charles_leclerc blocked.

pierregasly thank you for these photos. they're amazing.

yourusername i have some of max too. wanna see them? charles_leclerc YOU DIDN'T POST THOSE? yourusername no, not yet. do you see them on my profile? maxverstappen1 if you post those, i will make sure both daniel AND charles will end up in the wall on sunday. charles_leclerc you wouldn't danielricciardo i am shook.

comicallec everyone say a thanks to y/n for taking these photos

landonorris thank you y/n 🙏

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, mclaren and 2.492.129 others danielricciardo back on that top step baby! knew it was possible 💪 tagged: mclaren

landonorris excuse me did you forget that i was there with you???

danielricciardo my dear friend, you are in the second photo. landonorris was expecting more aknowledgement ngl yourusername don't worry i took lots of photos where it's visible landonorris at least someone cares about my feelings

mclaren so proud of our drivers for the 1-2 this weekend! 💪

yourusername

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo and 3.111.304 others yourusername since my boyfriend couldn't care less about including lando, heres a few photos from the weekend that includes lando (i'm aware most of you follow me for my singing and not these randon guys that likes driving fast cars, but i'm just very proud 🥹 i'm leaving for tour in a couple of days and then you'll get all sorts of content) tagged: danielricciardo, landonorris, mclaren

landonorris THANK YOU

danielricciardo you're acting like i didn't include you AT ALL 🥲 landonorris because you barely did maxverstappen1 yeah mate you could have put in some more effort yourusername yeah daniel you could have included at least one more with him. danielricciardo wow i see how it is

ncrrisfav YESSSS gimme gimme gimme

landonorris

liked by yourusername, danielricciardo and 1.908.166 others landonorris daniel hurt my feelings so he's not being included >:( thank you yourusername for the second photo! amazing weekend. would not recommend drinking champagne from daniel's shoe tho tagged: danielricciardo, mclaren

yourusername yeah honestly drinking from daniel's shoe, disgusting.

danielricciardo and i thought you loved me landonorris your feet sweat tastes disgusting. never doing that again danielricciardo can i bribe you?? landonorris depends how much you're willing to pay yourusername disgusting.

norris.vfx god the content we're getting right now is AMAZING

clarkeybog ikr?? loving it!

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okayyy i'm not entirely sure how many more parts are left. i'm not making more than ten parts in total and i might make a time jump longer than the ones i've sort of implied. i'm not sure tho. BUT it's now weekend and that means 1. my parents are away (wooo) and 2. i can write whenever i want. so i'm expecting my brain to produce some ideas throughout the day. hopefully i'll get this finished soon, because i have so many other plans that i can't carry out as long as this is in the back of my mind (my brain does not have space for too many ideas at once) but as i said, i know how it's going to end so i just need to figure out a way to get there.

part 8

[non-stop-imagines]

Masterlist 2.0

Since I have started broadening my writing horizons I feel that a new masterlist would be appropriate for the occasion! Let me know if you have any trouble with links. Hope you all enjoy!!

Notice: All Y/N characters in my writing are black, but anyone can interact with my posts!

*=smut

My Anon Bbys (If I forgot you or you want to be added, lmk 😘):

🐈;🫧;🏎️;🌶️;🍑;💚;🧚🏽‍♀️;🧸;🏁;🍮;🪟;🍫;🪷;♥️;😇;🤍;🐹;🐣;🪩

Requests are: Closed 🔐

My Rambling List of WIPS

↑↑This does get updated ↑↑

~*MCU Masterlist*~

Here!

~*Formula 1*~

Charles Leclerc

Red Braids (CL16 x Black Fem!Reader)

Upgrade U (CL16 x Black Fashionista!Reader)

Mon Bourdon (CL16 x Black Driver!Reader)

My Biggest Fan (CL16 x Black Mom!Reader)

Karting Woes (My Biggest Fan Au Blurb)

Cute* (CL16 x Black Content Creator!Reader-brinatgedoll faceclaim)

Wedding Night* (CL16 x Black Fem!Reader) {LATEST WORK}

Mick Schumacher

To Love and Be Loved Without Even Knowing It series (MSC47 x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader)

Part 1: Meet Cute Part 2: Everyone Knows Part 3: Friends to Lovers

Part 4: First Date*

Daniel Ricciardo

Prettiest Smile in the Paddock* (DR3x Black!Reader-iamsamiira face claim)

One Day (DR3 x Black Driver!Reader)

On Display* (DR3 x Younger!Reader-Taylor Russell face claim)

Handled* (DR3 x Black Actress!Reader-badbrownskinn face claim)

Max Verstappen

Repeat That* (MV1 x Black Content Creator!Reader-Halle Bailey face claim)

Be My Baby* (prequel for Repeat That)

Buns Out SMAU (Repeat That SMAU)

Just Tell Me When You're Sick (Repeat That Blurb)

Oscar Piastri

Girl Almighty (OP81 x Black Driver!Reader)

Calm Down* (OP81 x Black Fem!Reader)

Lando Norris

Valentine (LN4 x Hamilton!Reader)

Logan Sargeant

My Girlfriend (LS2 x Black Fem!Reader)

Esteban Ocon

Red Lipstick Smudged* (EO31 x Black Fem!Reader)

Carlos Sainz Jr

Mírame* (CS55 x Black Rapper!Reader-JT Face Claim)

Lewis Hamilton

Conversations While Braiding (LH44 x Black Fem!Reader)

Landoscar

Landoscar Poly SMAU (Marsai Martin faceclaim)

[godessanonymous]

DR3 - Reminder

Request: No. Pairing: dom!daniel x bratty!reader Genre: just filthy ass smut thats all Summary: You and Daniel have been in a relationship for a while now, at a gala you decide to tease him a little, so he reminds you who you belong to ;) Warnings: use of bad language, toys, bondage, overstim, semi public sex.

Not proofread - 4.3k Words I have nothing to say for myself. This is filthy, like baaaddd but oh well hope yall enjoy.

You had started to work for Alpha Tauri about a year ago, that’s when you met Daniel Riccardo for the first time. A tall dark haired mystery of a man. You could never tell what his intentions were, mixed Signals all around. It started out with some harmless comments mostly complimenting you, then it turned into caring gestures like bringing you water after long Work hours in the paddock, getting you food when you didn’t have the time to do it yourself and at some point even driving you home. While you said you were friends neither of you could deny the tension that never actually left when you were around each other.

You had gone out to dinner a couple of times before but that was mostly with the team or just as friends. But this time it was different, Daniel had approached you after the race, he looked a lot more shy than his usual bubbly self made him seem. He politely asked whether you would like to go out with him that evening, you just looked at him confused before answering yes. His face lit up just enough for you to notice it, he said to pick you up at around 7.30 that evening and just sprinted off.

You were in your room at the hotel now, a pile of clothes stacked up on the bed from you deciding what to wear to tonight, you were still not sure, was this a date? How pretty did you have to look? After staring at yourself in the mirror for a bit you decided to go with something classic but not too over the top. You quickly did your makeup, since your outfit was simple you made your makeup look extra pretty.

Not too long after that he picked you up and took you to a cute restaurant not too far away. It was beautiful and that’s when he finally worked up the courage to talk to you about hist feelings toward you. You had to say you agreed, the way he looked at you, the way he was always so caring towards you made you slowly but surely fall for him. The night ended with a faint goodbye kiss and plans made for the next date.

All that happened around 6 months ago and Daniel had surprised you with a lot of things, but the most interesting thing was probably his preference when it came to sex. He was kinky, always down to try new things. He loved being in control. You had never done anything like that so a little hesitation came up in you when he proposed the idea of trying something new in bed. Despite feeling hesitant at first you quickly discovered how much you enjoyed his kinky fantasies, the more you tried the more things you found out turned you on extremely. Falling into submission gave you a form of freedom and forgetting about other struggles, even though you would eventually you also liked to be bratty, make him work for it. Sometimes even doing it in public just to get him worked up a little. He was insanely good at communicating what he wanted and what you were okay with, big on consent which is insanely important in these kinds of dynamics.

There came a day where you and him had attended a gala evening. A lot of influential people were there and it was a beautiful show to see all the artist and awards. You got a little bored tho, looking at the mad sitting across from you in a perfectly fitting black suit sipping on a glass of red wine. You had been throwing in little comments all evening, not listening to him and doing your little thing.

The show finished and you decided to go to the club/bar area for a bit and have another drink before going home. So you walked over to him. “ ill head over to the bar for a bit, tag along or come get me when you are ready love.” You whispered in his ear, he looked at you with his big brown eyes. “Sure, maybe ill come over later, just behave please.” You just smirked at him and walked away, Kika and Charlotte right by your side.

The bar was amazing, the drinks were too good not to drink  more and soon you got a little too excited and hit the dance floor with Kika. Soon someone stole you from Kika and an arm snaked around your waist, you didn’t recognize the man that was suddenly taking up your view but you certainly didn’t mind it. You decided to hit him with the “ I’m taken” right from the start. He just chuckled at responded “Don’t worry, I just wanna dance, my friends are making me feel single.” Nodding his head in the direction of a pair dancing. You chuckled and decided to go with it, making Danny just a tiny bit jealous would surely lead towards a pleasurable night for the both of you right?

The guy was nice but once you spotted Daniels eyes basically piercing through your body you said goodbye and returned to the bar to order another light drink. You were a little drunk but not too much to lose control. You chatted with a guy sitting next to you a little bit before an arm draping over your shoulder made you look up into the face of a fired up Daniel. “Lets go home, looks like someone needs to be reminded who she belongs to.” He hissed into her ear just loud enough for her to hear it. Her heartbeat fastened and she awkwardly excused herself from the bar. Daniel was holding onto her waist tightly as they made their way through the crowd of dancing and chatting people.

He had called a uber and roughly pushed you down in the black seats of the car when it arrived. Once on the way to your destination you decided to throw caution to the wind and placed you hand on his thigh, slowly moving your way up. His big hand enclosed around yours and lifted it of his leg. “Oh love don’t do that, you’ve been working me up all night, hope you are ready for what is waiting for you. I’ll have you begging soon enough.” He said quietly and it made your heart jump in excitement.

The door clicked shut behind you and it took less than a second for his hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. Your breathing started to speed up as his body pressed you flush against the wall and his breath lightly caressing over the delicate skin of your neck. “You have no idea how much trouble you’re in pretty…” he said as his teeth sink into the skin of your neck. “What… I was having fun, nothing happened, I had a great time. Why should I be in trouble?” you asked innocently. He let go of your hands, one moving to your throat and one to your ass instead. He put just the slightest amount of pressure around your air way. A breathy whisper: “you know exactly what you did baby, you wanted this, so game on let’s see how long you can keep that attitude up little lady.” Shivers of anticipation ran down your spine. Hand still on your neck he slowly guided you towards the bed. He gently placed you in the middle of it. “Stay where you are. Clothes off.” Is all he said before he disappeared into the walk in closet to retrieve some goods for the night.

You decided to comply to a certain extent, dress off but the lacy underwear staying on your body as you moved under the blankets covering up your half naked body, acting like you were gonna sleep. It took a second before he returned, a box in hand. Seeing you didn’t follow his commands made a little fire light inside of him, he shot forward pulling the blankets off you before deciding you were not anywhere close to behaved tonight. Quickly grabbing your wrists cuffing them to the a bedpost rendering your hands unable to do anything. Daniel stood back up admiring your body laying on the perfectly white bedsheets. “So, since you seem to want it so bad, lets have some fun. But firstly color baby.” “Green”, “Game on the love.”

The tall Aussie settled between your legs, hand on your  lower stomach to stop you from moving under his touch. He began trailing kisses down your body, hands following with the lightest touch.

You were already starting to get desperate for him feeling the stubs of his short beard rub against your skin. Trying to spur him on a bit you stuck out your chest a bit, he chuckled, finally moving on of his hands to slowly massage your breast making a soft moan escape your lips. “Already turned on huh love” he said stopping right above your belly button just hovering there for a second before moving up the length of your body in one quick motion. One hand lingered on your throat the other was now drawing small circles up your thighs.  His lips crashed into yours dominantly making you gasp for air every chance you got. Daniel used the opportunity to enter her mouth with his tongue eagerly exploring it. You spilled a small moan into him has his hand moved over where you needed him most. Light fingers stopping on your clit, slightly pressing down, just enough to make you need some friction badly. The position didn’t allow you to do so, your lips escaped a tiny whimper. His weight lifted off your body as he sat up and dragged your pretty red panties down your legs. They flew somewhere to the ground next to the bed. The driver dragged a finger through your wet folds making you squirm. “Already all wet for me? So easy…” he murmured, wetting his finger and suddenly pushing it inside of you. His grip on your hips was impossible to move against holding you down. Quickly followed a second finder and you could already feel the knot in your core starting to build as he started moving painfully slow, curling his digits in just the right places. Your legs wrapped around his waist trying to relive some of the pressure you felt. A soft “Please” escaped your lips. “We have barely even started yet and you are already a whimpering mess, for that big attitude its surprisingly easy to have you in shambles don’t you think?” He responded with a grin on his face, you were slowly getting closer to the edge. That’s when he pulled out, you whining at the sudden loss of sensation. The weight on the bed shifted as the Aussies reached over to the box still resting on the bedside table and pulled out something you couldn’t quite identify, It looked like a bullet but it was a little too big for the ones you had seen and used before. He didn’t waste any time as he took the small vibrator and pressed it into you, it had a weird shape, one side resting fairly deep inside of you the other moving up around to your clit in a u-shape. Its small nature making it easy to slide in, yet it still took you off guard feeling it.

Danny held up a remote and smiled as he pressed a button making the device come to life. You gasp, it felt so good stimulating two spots at the same time. The Pleasure was insane. You were close again quickly not being able to form a coherent thought. As you were just about to release the buzzing stopped, making you let out a frustrated groan. Meanwhile Daniel got off the bed and freed your hands from the cuffs, keeping them together. He tossed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie in your direction. You were confused what on earth was he planning on doing. “Get dressed. We are going on a walk.” As it slowly dawned on you, your punishment was not getting to come, you hated it so much. His dark eyes looked at you warningly as you reached between your legs. “leave it where it is” Your eyes widened. Hesitantly you got up and put on the clothes he had tossed your way.

He lead you to the elevator and down onto the sidewalk of the road along your building. It was almost 12AM on a week day so no one was around this area anymore. You could still feel the u shaped vibe between your legs and you started walking, Daniel didn’t say anything so you just followed him. After a couple of meters he finally started talking. “So I have a challenge for you hun. We are going to take a walk and ill have some fun with our little friend here, if you manage to keep walking and not be loud maybe ill rethink my decision on not letting you finish today.” He smirked. “Color baby” “Green”.

He started on the lowest setting, it was pleasant, stimulating but nowhere near strong enough for you, every corner you passed he went up a level. At level 4 is when it started to be a challenge, the constant friction of your walking and the vibration between your legs making it hard to not atleast breath heavier. You knew he route the two of you were walking in the cold breeze, you’d do this a lot when you were in need of fresh air, it wasn’t long but you still had a good bit to go when the knot started to build in the middle of your core. Reaching level six you were struggling to keep up with Daniels Pace, desperately clinging to his arm as you passed another corner, you only had 2 to go, your breathing got heavier and Daniel gave you a challenging look as you gripped his arm even tighter as the pressure increased. You were approaching the door of the building as you felt your legs starting to give out. You bit your bottom lip trying not to make any noise. Daniel just watched you enjoying your struggle. Your nails dug into his skin as you reached the door, letting out a heavy sigh once you were inside. “Good Girl.” He whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help but feel proud that you had managed. Or so you thought. The buzzing hadn’t stopped. It just went down to a pleasant humming, not allowing you to get any further in your need to finish.

The ride up to the apartment was quiet, too quiet. He pushed the door open and closed in a quick motion hungrily biting marks into your shoulder as he pushed you onto the bed, stripping your clothes of in the process. “Time to teach you manners kitten.” He said reaching for you arms and you could feel the semi soft rope slowly tighten around them as he started to form a harness around your entire body. You wanted to move, be bratty but you were too deep into submission already to stop him from doing what he does best. Hands locked in place behind your back, legs spread and secured by a rope connecting to your back you were unable to move anymore, enjoying the feeling of anticipation of what he would do next.

He rid himself of his shirt, you admired the muscles of his chest in awe. The wonderful sight was soon taken from you as a blindfold slipped over your eyes, vision going black. “Before I go on with making you regret being bratty, do you remember your safe word love?” He asked with a beautiful gentleness in his voice. You nodded. “I need you to say it.” “Tulips” “Good Girl.”

You heard the box moving and the U Toy leaving your body in the same second, you were about to protest when the emptiness was replaced by a lubed up dildo pressing into  your middle. You couldn’t hold the loud moan escaping your lips as he pushed it in inch by inch. You wondered how big it was, you couldn’t see it so you never saw it coming when it started vibrating making you scream in surprise. It had bottomed out by now, hitting everything deep inside your core. Moving it a little bit Daniel started to kiss your tense body all over, you were trying to move with the pressure getting too much but your restrains simply didn’t allow you to. Daniel moved to your breasts starting to suck on one of your nipples, you whimpered at the pleasure spreading through your body. “Danny- Please… please can I come.” That’s when the buzzing stopped and he pulled of your chest. You let out a whine. “You know the rules, only good girls get to come. Why don’t you apologize for your actions first.” The toy came to life again and you let out a scream. You tried to form words but couldn’t get them out. “Use your words.” He said teasingly, turning his attention back to your boobs. “im- i- Im sorry okay Danny, I wanted to make you jealous-“ is all you could say before the pleasure took your ability to speak again. “Is that so?” You were one second away from falling over the edge when he pulled completely off of you. “UGRH you dick I was so close.” “I know, but I have to finish preparing you properly, don’t I? And don’t give me that attitude if you expect to finish today.” He said, his voice dropping and the tone not leaving any room for argument. You swallowed heavily. You were so desperate.

His hands moved down your body once again as he loosened the knots around you ankles giving you a little bit of your freedom back. He rolled you over onto your stomach placing a pillow below your hips to make it a little bit more comfortable for you. Knees pressed open to your sides Dann had perfect sight of your third hole. Instead of working something in like you thought he would you screamed at the stinging sensation as his hand lands flat against your ass. You screamed, Tears pooling in your eyes. “One..” SLAP “two” … “Ten.”

By the time he was done you were a sobbing mess, the pain feeling equally as bad as good. His rough hand slowly moved across your sore cheeks making you whine even more. “You took that so well. I think its time to move on to something more fun.” He said, sliding a finder up and down your middle.

You already new it was coming, but you still jumped at the sudden sensation of the metal plug against your slit. Moving up and resting on your asshole. It was a little bit cold but you liked that as a contrast to your burning, sweaty body. “Do you think you can do it?” Daniel asked. “Yes Sir, I can.” You answered now fully committing, no more games. He pulled the blind fold off your eyes, squinting trying to ajust to the half lit room. “I want you to look at me while I work it in.” he said  already massaging the tip of it in. You forced your eyes to stay open and on the gorgeous man behind you. He had pulled his shorts down along with the boxers and you could see his hard length as he stroked it while working the plug at the same time. He took it slow, the stretch burning impossibly hard as he slowly made his way in. A loud moan escapes your lips as it slides home the big of it resting inside you now. Daniel whispers a quiet fuuccckk before sliding the dildo back inside you moving it in and out at a good speed now. You moaned his name as the fake dick pushed against the metal in your ass with every time it slipped in. The vibrations jumped to a all time high and pleasure got almost to much to take. “Danny please can I cum?”

 “you know what mouse, ill give you a choice, either you stand your punishment like this and get to cum once later, or ill let you come but ruin you till you cant come anymore. Hm? Take your pick, you’re gonna be a mess in the end anyway.” He said, knowing both options were going to be torture in the best way for you. You couldn’t even get your mouth to open and Daniel to decide for you as he slammed the toy in all the way. Making you come on the spot, it was the hardest you ever released. You screamed his name in pleasure and you body wanted to move so bad but the firm hand on your ass and the rope around you body kept you from doing so. The high of our O made your mind foggy and make you feel floaty. The male didn’t stop moving, he worked out all the way through the orgasm making you moan even louder with the overwhelming sensitivity of your body. He slowed down for a second as you began to come down from your high. “How many do you think I can pull out of you today? Lets do 4 more shall we?” That is when you realized what you had gotten yourself into, if they were all this intense you wouldn’t make it past number 2 without passing out.

He loosened the rope and it fell of your body as he rolled you back on your stomach. “Stand up.” He commanded, you gave your best to comply standing on shaky legs. You still had strength but the slight aftershocks of your orgasm where still rocking through you. He sat on the side of the bed and tapped on his thigh signaling you to sit down. You comply glad not having to stand anymore. “You wanna cum kitty, go ahead, get of on my thigh then.” He said, looking at your desperate eyes. Slowly you start to move against him, his flexed thigh muscles giving you the perfect pressure against your clit.

You were breathing heavy , trying to get enough air in your lungs to recover after your forth orgasm of the day. Quiet pleas falling from your lips. “I need you Danny” you whispered. “You will get me love, I cant wait any longer. Color?” “green” you pant, you were a mess, body hurting impossibly but the pleasure was bigger than your urge to rest. You needed him inside of you. He wanted to come as well. Not wanting to wait any more he fished a condom out the box and covered his hard cock with it. Back on your stomach he moved one of your knees over his shoulder basically folding you. Without further waiting he slipped inside of you, despite all the preparation of today he still stretched her far, he finally bottomed out and slowly started to pick up pace the angle making the feeling of him even more intense, he was rough, demanding and you could feel he was close. His fingers found your already overstimulated clit and started drawing slow circles around it, you were so close again and you felt him twitching as well. “please Danny, I need to come” you panted not sure how long you could hold on anymore. “Beg for it love, beg.” He said, even though he was impossibly close as well. You looked at him with foggy eyes, “please Daniel, ill be good- please- I need you-“ You whimpered. “together…fuck” he moaned realizing he cant put it off any longer as your walls clenched around him and he combusted shortly after, both your bodies shaking. “Oh my baby I love you.” You said as your body started to slowly come down from the overwhelming last high that left you almost light headed. Your body went limp.

He pulled out of you panting heavily. Before you could fall limp against the pillows he flipped you over and swiftly and painlessly as possible pulled out the plug that had rested there for the night. It hurt but not bad, you felt empty without the toys in you. but you appreciated the calm As you rested against his sweaty chest. You stayed like this for a couple of minutes until he got up grabbing two towel from the bathroom as well as a bottle of water. He returned to bed starting to clean you up, even the soft touch of the towel making you squirm a bit. “You did so well love, well done.” As he cleaned you up and lifted the water to your lips while cleaning himself up. You were thankful for the cool liquid making your throat feel so much better. You passed it back to him as he got up again and quickly washed off the toys before returning back to bed. Your mind was still all foggy and with the little you had left in you, you moved closer to him, his arms closing around you protectively while he whispered praises in your ear. Kissing you softly. After he noticed you returned to reality a little bit more he asked how you were doing, you just smiled at him and said “that was amazing dan, so Great but everything hurts” He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah that’s the point. Are you gonna behave now?” You shook your head and both laughed. His hand was stroking your hair and you slowly fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

As much as he liked being rough, and dominant he also loved taking care of you after, its what you both needed.                                                                                                                                          

i told you... if you made it to the end, congrats your mind is as dirty as mine. As always feel free to request any driver x reader pairing. im open for anything.

[itsgodepi]

If I lose my mind | Ch. 8

Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 5.4k Also on AO3

“Your things arrived a few days ago, the... uh, what’s it called in English? The portier?” Charles questions with furrowed brows, repeating the French word once again, much slower and carefully, so you can have a fair try at guessing its meaning 

It takes you a second to give a meaning to what he is trying to say, “Is it like the one that manages the building, kind of?”, the exact word he refers to not coming to mind no matter how much you try. Your mental dictionary is running a bit low after everything went down today. 

“Yeah, that’s it” he smiles at you over his shoulder, leading you out of the elevator and into a small corridor. The suitcase’s wheels clattering across the black tiles, following your path to one of the apartments’ doors, number 7 “What, you know French now?” 

“No, no, I wish” you laugh, shaking your head at the possibility that you would ever understand any other word in that language “It just sounds similar to the word in Spanish, portero”  

Charles opens the door before answering, a sight that leaves you open-mouthed being discovered before you. You do not know in what to focus first, if the sight of the tall buildings and the port drawn out in the floor to ceiling windows or the expensive looking furniture that decorates the rest of the room “Well, you’ve come to the best place to learn”

Because yes, you have in fact encountered the perfect opportunity to learn the language. After all you'll be living in Monaco for at least ten days before going back to the crazy life of a Formula One driver. That is enough time to grasp a bit of French or drive yourself crazy, we’ll see which one of the two comes first.

Your morning had started with a chain of events that leaned more towards the second option. You had woken up in the late morning, the warmth of the soft bedsheets and the darkness provided by the thick curtains almost fooling you into believing you had finally escaped this bizarre dream, that you were back home, and your alarm was pushing you out of bed for your practices. There would be an awful day ahead of you, but at least a real one. 

But that hope was short lived. 

Instead of your alarm, that ringing noise turns out to be coming from the hotel’s phone, a man on the other line animatedly informing you that this is your wakeup call and to have a great day when you pick it up. Apparently, Nick had been the one to request the service, sceptic that you would make it in time to the airport without him nagging you about it. The exact same reason why he had prepared for a car to be waiting outside for you at least an hour before, just in case. 

Charles and Carlos are already waiting when you arrive to Budapest’s airport, inside a very expensive looking waiting room that hosts only the few people travelling alongside you. Yeah, it seems like flying private actually means flying private, with all the special commodities that brings. However, it also means that the first time you hear what country you are heading to is when you are strapped down to your seat and about to take off. Monaco seems alright, doesn’t it? 

“He called me like, right before FP2, back in France, because a couple of suitcases had arrived for me.” Charles continues recounting the events of last Friday, inviting you in and taking the heavy bag that you insisted on carrying from you “I wasn’t expecting anything, so I almost turned them all away, all your luggage for the break! Seriously, you have to text me or something next time you send your things over...” 

Mindlessly, you give in to his nagging and apologise for not warning him beforehand “Sorry, my mind’s been all over the place lately”, even if you have no idea what those things he is complaining about are or what that implication for a next time actually means. It is easier this way. 

Charles seems to perfectly understand what you are saying, the confession about the hardships you have been facing holding a deeper meaning for him than you could ever fathom “I know, it’s okay”, but he does not even know half of what you are going through  

After weeks upon weeks of waking up alone in a cold and unfamiliar hotel room —what little belongings you have pushed to a corner and some clothes thrown over a chair—, it is not surprising that the sight of Charles Leclerc sleepily going through the kitchen’s cabinets makes you feel all warm inside. The man is wearing a white baggy shirt and blue shorts, his hair a mess and lips pursed in concentration. 

He turns around as soon as he hears you padding through the corridor, a grin slowly taking over his expression “Good morning! Did you sleep well? I didn’t wake you up, did I?” 

“No no, it’s alright, I’ve been up for a while” you calm him down, walking up to the countertop and awkwardly leaning on it. Unlike him, you are already dressed up and pretty clear-headed, you never know what your mind is going to put you through in this new day. Your room is pretty far apart from the kitchen and his room too, there is no way you could have heard him with how huge huge his apartment is “And you? How did you sleep?” 

“Great, it always feels nice being back home” Charles prepares the rest of the breakfast while you chat away, inviting you to sit on one of the highchairs at the other side of the countertop when you do so much as try to help him fix the dishes. He somehow knows exactly what to prepare for you, his plate and yours starkly different and yet he is not doubting a single one of his choices, as if he had done it a thousand times. 

“So, what do you want to do today? I have to make a few calls but, after that, I’m all ready to go” the man explains, finally pouring himself a cup of coffee and coming to sit beside you. In response you can only give a shrug of your shoulders while you munch on the toast Charles so carefully prepared, you have no idea what is there to visit in Monaco. Thankfully, Charles has given the trip some though —well, he was bringing you to his literal hometown, how could he not?—, and in a second has your day all planned out. 

The conferences take longer than expected, the driver coming to apologise over and over again when he has to shut himself off into his improvised office for another ‘final’ call. That is how the hours keep ticking by and you end up also having lunch at his apartment. “This is the last one, I promise” he swears after you both get up from the table, the leftover of two delicious dishes which appeared out of thin air, still in front of you. 

You are not upset about it, not that much at least, you can understand this is his job and he needs to be on top of all these interviews and meetings —you only got a couple emails to respond and a call from Nick, but you guess this is what being in a team like Ferrari really is. Nonetheless, it does not mean it doesn’t annoy you a bit, you really had been looking forward to all the activities he had been talking to you about. Charles managed to distract you easily enough though, got you some Netflix, games and food so it all would pass in the blink of an eye. 

“Oh, sixteen? That’s yours?!” you gasp, a bounce added to your step as you approach the red Formula One car placed at the entrance of the new room. The centre of your attention in a space filled with cars from every single year and brand you could ever imagine, the mirrors on the sides and covering the ceilings giving you all of the perspective of the machine. 

“Of course it is, you didn’t know it was here?” Charles lets out a chuckle at your outburst, a grin now permanent on his lips as he follows you. The visit to the Prince of Monaco’s Car Collection had been worth it just for the look on your face, the fact that they kindly closed it for the two of you only adding an increased value to your reaction “They have the Alfa Romeo too” 

Although you could discover what the Alfa Romeo thing meant if you moved your gaze a little bit to the left, you seemingly prefer to overlook that piece of information instead, completely entranced by the car in front of you “It looks so different...” 

Possibly because everything around you is, indeed, different. After all, this is the first time you have had the opportunity to take step back and see the small details, away from the stress of the garage or the screams shaking the stands. That kind of atmosphere though, is irreplicable, the wave of emotions that fill your body as soon as you set foot into the circuit. Real or not, that is something you haven’t been able to get out of your head since this madness started.  

You are unbelievable, seriously, after only two days of the break you are somehow already missing the track? Who could have told you that a month ago Wait, a month-?  

“Does it? They have been making a lot of changes in the regulations lately, maybe...” Charles mumbles by your side, eyes ever so carefully looking over the car, and leaning over one of the signs on the ground, a half-smile pulling at his lips when he reads it “Oh, true, it’s the SF90! Oh my God, this one... Honestly, it wasn’t that bad of a year, I won a couple races too, but the car had so many problems. When it wasn’t the new tyres, it was the balance, then the understeering was awful at some point as well... It was just impossible to beat the Mercedes”  

To finish off his explanation, Charles dismissively points with a tilt of his head to one of the Formula One cars sitting farther down the room, a Mercedes from who knows what year. Whatever, it illustrates his story just fine. Besides, this movement also allows for him to catch a peek of you from the corner of his eye, a big grin on your lips that you try to cover with a raised hand “Wait, are you laughing at me?” 

“No! Of course not, I was just-” you splutter, looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights “It’s ‘cause you were, how do you say it? Like really into it? Contrated? I don’t know, I’m sorry!”  

“No, no, I’m not telling you anything anymore! Go on, I’ll be quiet” Charles declares, not hearing you and acting so very much offended that you would be making fun of him. To better show his point, he starts stepping back and rises his arms to put some space between the two of you. 

That is when you cannot hold you giggles anymore, the fact that he is trying to even avoid your eyes while you follow him “No, don’t say that, I promise I won’t laugh” you swear, taking a hold of his arm to stop him from walking away from you “C’mon, you’re the best tour guide!” 

And maybe Charles takes that praise as a challenge, green eyes shining and cheeks full with a smile which he can’t supress no matter how hard he tries. Throughout the next few days, the Monegasque shows you the most beautiful spots of the city that saw him grow up —albeit on an intermittent basis, as he recounts the numerous trips he’s had to go on since he was a child—, a city that he adores and misses like no other. From the more touristic sites, the timetables of which he knows from A to Z and to which he has prepared private visits for each one of them, to the places that have a special place in his heart.  

All of this without letting you pay a single dime, getting rejected each time you do so much as try to get your purse out, the little money you have gathered in your time in here resting inside without any prospects of ever getting spent. 

It is a shame that when you are heading to one of the spots Charles has been looking forward to the most, you are caught red-handed. At first it is not as worrisome, a French fan approaches Charles for a photo and you politely step out of the way to let them take it, which catches the attention of a nearby couple that take this opportunity to ask you for a selfie —yeah, it still feels strange, even inside a dream. Maybe the husband talks a bit louder than needed about how surprised he is to see you here, or how happy he gets the moment Charles comes over to you, but after a couple of minutes you are being mobbed by half the people in Monaco. Flashes, screams and hands flying everywhere. 

“It’s been a while since I last had to be rescued by the police...” Charles signs once he finally plops down on the sofa, changed into comfier clothes and the TV remote on his hand 

You silently sort out the food on the small coffee table, still trying to wrap your head around what just happened, nerves tingling with the range of emotions this all brought up. It is not fear, that is something you seem to have somewhat become numb to, but something deeper. That is not something that had happened to you before, people are usually behind barriers on Grand Prixes, or they have someone better to pay attention to. This had felt truly overwhelming, suffocating even. 

And yet, there it is, your lifeline. Again. 

Charles’ hand comes to caress your hair after you spend a second too long in silence, hands tracing your strands as he brushes them away from your face, hand finally descending down to your neck and lightly massaging it. He had done something similar in the middle of that chaos, his hand on your arm, shoulder or back drawing tiny circles on your skin, a permanent hold that was supposed to prevent you from getting separated, but which had done so much more. “That smells great” the man whispers, leaning forward since you had chosen to knee in front of the couch. 

The frown you didn’t feel forming relaxes as you look back at him, the thoughts previously swarming your head now vanished “Mm, yeah, it’s really tasty” 

“What?! You’ve been stealing food while I was changing?” the Monegasque rightly accuses, disbelief painting his features 

“You were taking so long!”  

Charles seems to also know his way around the restaurants of Monaco, the stack of takeout you thought was way too much for two people ends up disappearing within minutes, the great amount of food you consumed leaving you to lazily lay on the couch, bellies full and watching TV after a night that had to be cut short. 

The show you are watching is entertaining, you will give Charles that one, you have already gone through two and a half episodes and you can’t wait to see what happens next. It would have been even more amazing to not start it on season 3 though. It is true that Charles had started his offer to play it with a “Do you want to continue watching whatever-the-name-of-the-series-is?” and you had seen him scrolling all the way to the fourth episode of that same season without saying a word as well, but you had got accustomed to brush off things like this, like every other information from this reality that you don’t understand.  

You nod and carry on with your ‘life’, that has been your modus operandi since the beginning, why change?  

Thankfully, Charles gives you small explanations in the form of funny comments on every other scene, and although you don’t understand some of them, you laugh them off like anybody would do if he was looking at them the same way he does with you.  

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you question at some point of the night, eyes fixed on the screen as if that could hide any of the unrecognizable feelings boiling within you  

A chuckle slips out of his lips before he can begin answering, not fazed even slightly by your claim “You’re still so obsessed with the theme song...” Charles also meets your gaze straight on the moment you finally gather the courage to do so, not shying away from the way your big eyes stare at him “It’s cute” 

A confession that catches you off-guard and to which your response is to smile and carry on, snuggling under a blanket which has made you slip that much closer to Charles. Summer nights in Monaco are cold.

About halfway into your vacation, Charles presents you with a different type of plan for the day “I’m going out with my mother and Arthur in a couple of hours... do you maybe want to come?” the way his green eyes look up at you in expectation betray his previous show of confidence, his gaze lowering to the toasts he is preparing. 

The invite makes you stop in your track, hand half-way in the air with a piece of fruit you had tried to steal from one of the dishes. Honestly, from all the challenges you had expected this universe to throw at you today, not once would you have imagined that having lunch with Charles Lecler’s mom would be one of them, that’s for sure. 

“Oh, your mother knows I’m here?” it is the stupidest question you could make, you are aware of it, but this seems so out of the blue —yes, you have apparently reached the point where jumping into a Formula One car feels more ordinary than whatever this is. But it’s because, like, you aren’t this close, are you? Yes, you flew with him, you are spending the break in his apartment, he has prepared your breakfast every single day, but- 

“That you are staying here? Yeah, of course she knows” Charles answers, matter of fact, as if it was no big deal “But it’s okay, I know you get nervous with things like these, I can tell her you have a meeting or something” 

Perhaps if the man had not been so understanding and given you such an easy way out, you would have accepted the outing, what is the worst that could have happened? That his mom was a wonderful person who had spent hours baking a typical pastry to gift you? If you had not felt bad enough this morning when declining Charles’ offer, now you sure were feeling like the worst person to ever walk on earth. Safe to say you almost tear up when you read the note she left you on the box: Enjoy your stay, my dear. I hope we’ll see each other soon. More so when his sons reveals he had to help her write it in English. 

You miss your family that much more now, if that was possible. 

Unfortunately, you do not encounter any other opportunity to meet Charles’ mother, the days flowing past you faster than you could have imagined. Charles has surprised you with organized trips to other cities near Monaco, from both Italy and France, every new sight he shows you more breathtaking than the last. The fact that this man, a Formula One driver for Ferrari nothing less, is swimming in money, taking the sweet little activities you had thought about to a whole other level.  

Nonetheless, spending a bit more also becomes a need when you are trying to keep a low profile, neither of you want a repeat of what happened in Montecarlo —for more reasons than because it is dangerous. Which means that booking private terraces to watch the view is sometimes required, other times you get a tour through a closed section of the museum solely because they recognized him, or you, which is still something you are struggling to come to terms with, but you can’t complain. 

Tonight, to properly finish off your stay in the country, Charles has invited you out to a fancy restaurant. It is built in the outskirts of Monaco, a place where the waves of the ocean are louder than the noises of the city. You get seated in open space that overlooks the sea, the quiet and elegant atmosphere of the place captivating you. You are thankful to whoever had prepared those suitcases which arrived at the apartment before you even knew you were visiting, because the black satin dress that was waiting for you inside one of them, is the perfect fit for the occasion. 

The hunt for the perfect outfit had also brought a discovery that you couldn’t quite believe yet. Inside a white jewellery box that you had been carrying since the beginning and that you had not cared to open until today, you had found one of the most important pieces you ever owned, one you had been missing dearly: your grandmother’s favourite necklace. It had been a gift given to you many years ago, your grandmother’s promises of how it would make your wishes come true and protect you still echoing in your ears. Upon its discovery, you heart had skipped several beats, your hand snatching it from the box faster than you could think about it to bring it close to your chest, a place where it now proudly rested and that it would not ever leave again.  

The only piece of a reality which appears evermore distant and unreachable each passing day. 

The dinner is spent chatting away and tasting delicious dishes that you cannot pronounce the name of, your knight in shining armour —in this case, a navy-blue suit that fits him like a glove— saving you time and time again from embarrassing yourself trying. That gesture in itself being a blessing in disguise. It is fascinating watching Charles talk in French, sounding ever so charming speaking words you do not understand, his voice and demeanour changing when talking in his mother tongue. You have not learned a word in French, but if the hours you have spent staring at Charles talking counted, you would have the highest level. 

That is some of the nonsense you keep thinking about in the way back to the apartment, your body comfortably relaxing back into the passenger seat of his Ferrari while the city lights keep flowing by your sides. The Monegasque takes his hand off the gearstick after reaching a red light, resting it atop your knee and gently squeezing it when you don’t peel your eyes off the window. 

“Sleepy?” he queries in a soft voice, amused. 

You shake your head in response, the “No” slipping from your lips too low to even hear it yourself. Your hand reflexively comes down to wrap around his in reassurance, an act which only manages to further confirm his suspicions. 

Charles walks to your side to help you out of the car, the excuse of being sleepy —although the expensive wine and your high heels are playing a big role in your clumsy walk— useful enough for you to hold onto his arm in the way up to his apartment. The silence is nice too, calming despite the fact that it is hiding so many thoughts behind. 

“So, did you have fun?” Charles is the first one to speak once you reach the parting point, even if it is only the middle of his living room and there is still time tomorrow before he takes you to the airport, it feels more important than that 

“Yeah, I did, a lot. Thank you, Charles, for everything” you respond, the words coming straight from your heart, you are grateful for not only the material part of this vacation, but for how comfortable he has made you feel in this unknown reality. The man has truly made of your trip to Monaco an unforgettable experience, a memory that you will forever cherish. You hope he understand that. 

Although he tries to downplay it, say how much of a good time he has had thanks to you and all of that, you are quick to shush him, repeating your thanks and not accepting any of the justifications he’s give. And he somehow lets you get away with it, that easily, a fond smile pulling at his lips while he looks down at you “Okay, okay... I’m just happy you are here, honestly” 

Charles word’s startle you, your heart speeding to a hundred miles per hour in just a second. The man ignites this inexplicable feeling inside of you, one so familiar and foreign at the same time, slowly building inside of you, a warmth that threatens to overcome you at any second if you let it. This silence and closeness not helping you in the slightest. 

Paired with these thoughts come other less comforting ones, a more logical part that warns you that you have been letting this go on for too long. You let your hold on Charles’s arm fall, instinctively taking a step back. This is too much, the wine must have been playing with your head, you have let this go on for over time and- 

However, Charles doesn’t seem to agree with any of the thoughts boiling in your head, his hand following the movements of yours and catching it halfway, his fingers intertwining with yours. Not ready to let you go just yet. He can see the gears turning at full force inside your mind as well, hopes the gesture will stop you from overthinking it all and focus solely on this. 

For you though, that train of thought isn’t as easy to reach, even less so when his touch has set your nerves alight. “Oh, yeah, me too! Well-, I mean, I’m happy to be here. The first day I thought I wouldn’t even see you in all ten days, but it’s been great ever since, I promise!” the tension of the moment is too much to handle, and it forces the first stupidity that comes to your mind out to break it 

Charles tilts his head to the side, taking some extra time to process what you said “What?” 

Sadly, instead of simply waiting for him to interpret your babbling, your big mouth keeps on talking “You were working, I completely understand! I mean, you’re in Ferrari, of course... I just got nervous at first, that’s all” 

“Oh” the Monegasque simply says, his face void of any emotion as he watches you freaking out thinking you’ve upset him. You and your stupid brain that keeps making up excuses for a joke you had told to ease the tension, you should start thinking twice about it. The wine has also loosed up your tongue.  

At some point Charles decides it is time to have some mercy on you and stop your monologue, a big grin making his eyes crinkle before he is using his hold on your hand to bring you in for a big hug — what a nice way to ask you to shut up.  

“Seriously, this is driving me crazy...” he confesses with a giggle, tightening his arms around your body as you deflate in his hold, letting go of all the nerves that had so suddenly preyed on you “You know what happened? I prepared everything, arranged some visits and talked to some people, everything! And I thought: I’ll push all the meetings I have to Monday and Tuesday, so they won’t bother us at all, she’ll probably sleep until, like 2 p. m.” Charles narrates the plan he had so carefully drawn up for your visit, making a pause to lean back and see your reaction to all that happened behind the scenes before you came to the country “Well, turns out that someone, even after driving for 70 whole laps in Hungary and having not slept at all during the flight, just decided to wake up at 8 in the morning! Who does that?” 

The belly laugh that escapes you is loud, cheeks hurting from the big smile that has managed to take over your face throughout Charles’ story, his expressions and gestures depicting how much it had surprised him to see you walking down the hall that morning. All dressed up and ready for the day, if you may add. 

“Why do you think I took you to the Prince’s Car Collection that day? I thought, since she’s been pestering me for months about it, maybe that’ll make her forget she’s been locked away all morning” 

“Aw, that’s so nice!” you compliment him, elongating the syllables and swaying him from side to side to further support your words, your hands still resting on his chest and his having claimed their place at your sides. You do not remember ever talking about the collection, but that is something that does not matter right now "You've been a great tour guide"

“I really am nice” Charles affirms with a smirk, like he cannot believe you didn't find that out earlier, and you can only nod at him in agreement. He has been nothing but amazing in the time you have known each other, you’ll give him that. "I don't know about the tour guide part though, you've been only laughing at me..."

You playfully hit his chest, smiles turning to giggles that give way to a comfortable silence, a moment to relax. Happiness is spilling out of every single pore of your skin as you look at each other with a silly grin on your lips, eyes analysing every feature of the other’s face and committing it to memory as if they were about to vanish in time. A strong hold on each other just in case.

You can see Charles debating wether to break the silence or not, a soft frown set in between his eyebrows while his eyes search for a sign in yours. His lips are pursed, the words that had been stuck in his mind for a while now about to finally be pronounced. However, a strange music beats him to it.

It promptly steals your attention from him, moment broken. Your head turns to the sound, recognizing where it seems to be coming from... your bedroom? 

As if hypnotised, you step away from Charles, the Monegasque letting you go from his hold without putting up much of a fight —although he desperately wants to. Something inside of you pulling you towards the sound. The steps you take to the room seem endless, the heels clicking on the hardwood following your path and the noise getting louder, but when you open the door it all happens so fast. You somehow know exactly where it is coming from, hands digging with urgency inside the backpack you had taken to airport 10 days ago. Having come to kneel on the ground, you pull out a cloth bag and lay it out beside you, the realization that it is the same one Nick left for you in Hungary’s hotel and you had not even opened, being too vague for you to fully grasp it.  

The music is louder now, your ears ringing with the stupid rhythm when you finally decide to empty all of its contents out on the floor for easier access. You find a lip balm, earphones, some papers and buried under all of it: a phone.

Another one. A phone you had never seen, the one Nick gave you at the start of this madness still secure in your bag. Where did it come from? Nick had said the bag contained the stuff you left behind at the track, but you sure as hell did not leave this.

You watch your hand stretching towards the device in slow motion, your mind pushing you forward but getting no response in return. The screen is upside down, the case vibrating against the floor and joining the cacophony of sounds that has been bouncing off your ears, a feeling of being underwater so awfully recognizable that you get dizzy just thinking about the last time you endured its consequences. The necklace burning in your chest.

What is this phone? Who is calling?  

Your fingers tingle at the touch, the device turning in your hold ever so slowly to reveal the caller screen. At the top, written in big bold letters reads the contact's name you have been longing to see for so long:  

DAD 

A due reminder that none of this is real.  

Author's note: Omg, this is so long, I got carried the fuck away with this one. As you have probably noticed it is not even proofread, if I keep it in my drafts any longer I'll keep adding to it. It ended up being as a kind of Charles' one shot thing so I hope you all enjoyed it. As always, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated, thank you all so much for reading!

Also happy New Year to everyone!! This was supposed to be my Christmas present to all of you but it just kept going out of control.

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In Every Lifetime

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Summary: He will always come back to you even in every lifetime

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Daniel’s POV

It was a cool, crisp evening when I first met Y/N. The racetrack lights buzzed above us, casting long shadows on the tarmac. Her laughter caught my attention before I even saw her face; it was light but rich, cutting through the low murmur of excited race fans gathering around. When I turned and our eyes met, something inexplicable pulled at the core of my being. It was as if in that split second, time itself took a breath.

Our love ignited quickly, much like the way I drove—fast, passionate, and with reckless abandon. She was fiery, spirited, challenging me in ways no track or rival ever could. This wasn't just the thrill of a race; this was deeper, a connection that defied the transient nature of our lives. Yet, beneath our fervent love was the constant thrum of a ticking clock—my career's risks and the natural course of life reminding us that everything was temporary.

I remember lying beside her one night, the moon casting a silvery glow through the window. The world outside was quiet, but inside, a storm of emotions raged within me. My voice was barely a whisper when I broke the silence, the weight of my words heavier than I'd intended. "When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime."

Her eyes, always so full of light, met mine with an intensity that both scared and comforted me. She placed her palm against my cheek, her touch gentle yet full of resolve. "And I’ll be waiting, in every lifetime, to take that hand and run," she replied, her voice steady. It wasn’t just a vow; it was a declaration, one as binding and potent as the very air we breathed.

Life, however, had its own plans. We traveled together when we could, from one city to another, each race a new adventure, a new memory. But time apart was inevitable. My career demanded it, and she had her own dreams to chase. The hellos were joyful, the goodbyes, soul-crushing.

Then came the day when everything changed. I was mid-race, the engine's roar beneath me, my mind focused on the blur of the track ahead. The crackle of my team's voice through the earpiece shattered the concentration, words that didn't make sense, couldn't make sense. "There’s been an accident. It’s Y/N."

My heart plummeted, racing ahead faster than any car could take me. The world didn't just pause; it shattered. There was no victory, no podium that could compensate for the dread that filled me.

The hospital was stark, the beeping of machines too clinical. Y/N lay still, her vibrant spirit dimmed by tubes and wires. The doctors spoke in soft, solemn tones about "severe injuries" and "long recoveries." They didn’t understand that she wasn't one to give up—neither of us were.

Days blurred into nights as I sat by her bedside, holding her hand, talking to her about races we had seen and places we’d visit when she woke up. And when she finally did, her smile, though faint, was enough to reignite hope. Recovery was arduous and painful, each small movement a victory, each setback a battle. But we faced each day as we did every challenge: together.

Our journey wasn’t easy. There were moments filled with frustration, tears mixed with laughter, but through it all, our promises held us steadfast. I knew that this wasn’t just a temporary crossing of paths in the chaos of life. It was destiny, intertwined through every lifetime, every reality we could possibly imagine.

And in every one, no matter the challenges, I would find her, and we would race through life, together, our hands clasped tightly, our hearts even tighter. We had won the race of a lifetime, not once, but in every existence we shared, forever bound by a love that transcended time itself.

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How you get the girl | DR3

― Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x black!plus size!reader ― Warning: mentions of food and alcohol; Mclaren Danny and tooth-rotting fluff. (1.5k words) ― Summary: Yn is tired of going on dates only to realize that the guy she thought was great, was actually terrible. So that’s why when her friend tells her she knows someone who would match perfectly, Yn accepts the blind date. It’s gonna be her last attempt at love, and now Daniel only has one date to prove he’s worth it. (based on this request)

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There are many ways in which one can fall in love. Yn didn't expect it to happen with her on the first date. To be fair, she didn’t expect it to happen to her at all. Being a plus-size black girl she learned to love herself, well aware that the way society portrays beauty wouldn’t always include her. Her shade, shape, and experiences. Which doesn’t mean she was not pretty. Quite the opposite, she knew she was stunning, and no validation was needed for that, yet you can miss it every once in a while. It rejoices your soul to hear how good you look and how smart you are.

But she left it on the second plan, focusing on her work and studies. Things were good, great even, however, her friends knew she deserved someone good. And as it happens, they knew exactly the pair for her.

Daniel was not looking for love either. He liked how things were going, and liked how he was able to focus in a different light this season, however, he missed it. Missed having someone to celebrate post-races with, to cuddle, and to hold him when he felt down. That’s why when Adam and Amina, two of his close friends from a tight group, proposed to set him up on a blind date he accepted. There wasn’t anything to lose, and he liked to follow his own bits of advice about enjoying being naive, enjoying the butterflies.

Even though it was a blind date, it was Danny who set up everything, with the help of his friends, of course. According to them, Yn would like a beach date. So that’s what he aimed for.

And it felt just right when she showed up wearing an orange summer set with a shy, yet bright smile on her face.

Yn didn’t know at the time, but she had just given a whole meaning to the orange color for him.

“You must be Amina’s friend, Daniel, right?” Yn asked, voice being carried by the wind and getting mixed with the sounds of waves crashing behind them.

Daniel nodded watching her curls bounce and her lips stretch in a small smile, “Yeah-Yeah, it’s me.”

“Yn,” they shook hands with a shy smile because even though Daniel was anything but shy, something about that date seemed new to him, like something he never experienced before.

“I hope you like the beach, and pizza. I wanted to go for something private and chill, Amina and Adam agreed, but still, I hope I got this right.”

She smiles, looks at the blanket on the sand, the pizza box, and the wine, then nods, “I love it. It’s exactly what I would go for had I been the one to choose the setting.”

“Really?” There’s a slight hint of disbelief mixed with amusement in his tone, and it makes Yn chuckle.

“Maaaaybe this would tie with a coffee shop date,” she confesses.

“We can do coffee shop for our second date,” Daniel is quick to shoot his shot and Yn arches her brow, she wants to smile again.

“What makes you think we’re having a second date?”

“I’m just manifesting, throwing it to the universe,” he jokes and she can’t help but laugh while they walk side by side to the blanket. “See? I made you laugh, my chances are getting higher, aren’t they?”

“It all depends on the pizza flavor, now.”

“Good thing I got one slice from each, then.”

“You kidding me?”

“No, and I got a whole one of your favorite flavor, well, according to Amina.”

Yn watches in disbelief and Danny sits by her side and sure enough, opens the two boxes of pizza showing her a pizza with different slices and a whole one of her favorite.

“Ok, and that’s how you get the girl. You might have landed a second date, Daniel.”

He smiles brightly and she can’t help but think that he now has a third one too.

“So, aside from having a great taste in pizza, what else should I know about you?” He asks while opening the wine bottle and Yn chews on a bit of food before starting to tell him about herself.

They go back and forth, there’s never the awkward silence, and they realize they have many things in common aside from the two friends that set them up. Yn has no idea he’s a driver and somehow it makes Daniel even more enamored by her. She seems to like him for who he is truly, and not because of a cool side of his that happens to make him famous and rich. It’s warm and fuzzy, and fun, and the symphony of waves crashing down and giggles envelop their afternoon until the sun starts to set and they decide to head home parting with a timid kiss in the corner of their lips.

It’s on the second date when she makes fun of his milk foam mustache and sips her own coffee mirroring his image that Daniel realizes he might be in love. Her dark skin is glowing, and the hair atop her head is like a halo, while she smiles at his camera with a funny face pointing at her mustache. Both unaware there are other people in the small coffee shop.

Daniel can only see Yn.

And Yn can only see Daniel.

At the end of that date, he takes her home and kisses her at her door. It’s soft and warm, and it feels right. It feels perfect. They fit together like two puzzle pieces. His heart racing under her hand, and her face stretching in a smile under his. He gets inside, and they talk and kiss a bit more before he has to leave.

It doesn’t take long for the third date to happen. Just two days, both counting the hours to see each other while frantically texting. It’s a drive-in theater, Yn’s idea. They watch a horror movie while Daniel gets scared by the jumps every time, making Yn laugh. They also share a popcorn pot, fingers shyly caressing the other whenever they touch by accident. When the movie ends and the credits are rolling around, the moon and the gleam from the big screen in front of them casting a distinctive glow on Yn, Daniel is sure he’s in love.

“Hey, so- I have this race next week, would you wanna go with me? I can fly you out on Saturday, or you can go with me and see how everything works from behind the scenes,” he suggests, fingers crossed in the dark praying for her to accept, praying for her not to think he’s being too fast. Maybe he was indeed, but this was all new to him too. He was fast on the track, he was never this fast outside it, never this fast to fall, to want someone, to seek someone, to show off someone. He wanted her by his side.

“Wouldn’t it be like making things official?” Yn asks genuinely curious and Daniel can tell by the way she bites her lips and one of her eyebrows goes up the slightest.

“Yeah, am I going too fast?”

“I mean, you’re a racing driver, I would say it’s your job to go fast, isn’t it?” She jokes and he laughs throwing his head on the headrest.

“Yes, but outside the track, I only wanna go fast like this for you.”

“That was so cheesy.”

“But did you like it?” He grins, and Yn rolls her eyes playfully before her body bends over the dash to capture his lips in a kiss.

“I loved it.”

And so a few days later Yn finds herself on a private plane meeting a bunch of different people and being introduced as his girlfriend, because sure enough, Daniel asked properly when he dropped her home that night. He got her a necklace and everything the next day. She learns that racing and the whole Formula 1 thing is more hectic than it seemed, but still, it’s fun. Amina and Adam watch the Sunday race with her, making fun of the way she can’t help but cheer loudly sometimes and bite her nails.

That was the Sunday Daniel got P1. The same Sunday he ran to her before the podium and kissed her lips in front of everyone, giving her his biggest smile and thanking her for being there, his lucky charm.

That was also the Sunday he said he loved her for the first time while they celebrated in private after the party. Laced in each other's love, gazing into the other’s eye, the certainty of the truth behind his statement.

Their friends were right, they were perfect for each other.

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Laws of Attraction (Part 4) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings (18+): language, alcohol consumption, COPIOUS sexual themes, references to self pleasure, NSFW for a hot sec

Word Count: 5,548

A/N: Happy Enchante drop day! Remember that time I thought this was going to be a one shot? Well, here’s part 4 and apparently there will now be a part 5 which I’m pretty sure will be the last one unless there is an epilogue. Thank you for your patience, while I had a strong sense of the story I wanted to tell in the beginning, I’ve had some trouble trying to figure out how to wrap it up. As always, any feedback is welcome. If you enjoyed, please like, comment, and/or reblog xoxo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1

Daniel stood there dazed in the middle of the bar, unsure of what just happened. One minute, he and y/n were dancing and laughing, then you were suddenly gone. He felt sad, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.

He barely had a second to reflect when people started swarming him, men and women alike, trying to find their way into the driver’s orbit. Some of them just wanted pictures, some tried to make small talk or flirt. Despite being surrounded be people clamoring for just a fraction of his attention, he was incredibly alone.

It was late, he was tired, and it was time to leave.

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By the following weekend for the Mexico Grand Prix, you had not spoken to your client since that night in the bar. You wished you had blacked out so you could simply pretend it didn’t happen, or blame your behavior on the excess alcohol, but unfortunately for you your memory of the night was crystal clear. The scene replayed over and over in your head. First comes the shame, at how much you enjoyed the feeling of his touch on your waist and the warmth of your bodies pressed against one another. You wonder what might have happened if you had closed the tiny gap between your lips. Would it have stayed a drunken bar make out session or would it have overflowed to the hotel? Would you have gone to his room or yours? Would it have been sloppy and desperate or slow and sensual? Would he be a gentleman in the morning or would he kick you out? When you finish going through every single permutation of what could have been, that’s when the embarrassment sets in. Embarrassment that you let the whole thing happen and that you basically ran away without an explanation, saying goodbye, or much else. Finally, the wave of guilt over abandoning him after an emotional weekend when he probably needed you most. You couldn’t see how you could come back from this.  

Fortunately you hadn’t had a reason to be in the same room together, but that would soon be coming to an end. Despite the temptation of margaritas and empanadas and tropical sun outside, you mostly stayed in your hotel room, throwing yourself deeper into your work and trying anything to distract yourself from the anxiety of the unknown fallout from what may or may not have occurred in Austin. There was a lot of positive movement happening with both Mercedes and Red Bull, which you should have been ecstatic to share with your client. And yet you were terrified to make contact with him.

As things seemed to be coming to a head in reserve driver negotiations, the partner set up an in-person client meeting on the morning of press day. You hadn’t been this nervous the first time you met Daniel or going into hostile negotiations against Zak Brown and McLaren. You changed outfits no less than seven times before heading out and no amount of power posing made you feel any better. Normally you would have gotten to the meeting at least fifteen minutes early, but you were worried Daniel would show up before Joe which would leave the two of you by yourselves. You uncharacteristically arrived on time, and ended up being the last person to join the meeting. You could tell Joe was slightly annoyed.

“Y/N, so nice of you to join us.”

You cringed. “Sorry. There was…uh, traffic.” You knew it was a lame excuse, but you couldn’t be bothered. You glanced over at Daniel, but he kept his eyes focused on the desk. For a meeting that should have been filled with excitement over the prospect of possibility, it felt somewhat somber.

You went over where he stood with Mercedes and Red Bull. The discussions between Daniel and the teams had been successfully kept under wraps until the last week or so, when a photo of Toto in an Enchante sweatshirt began circulating the internet. Though nothing was finalized, sleuthing fans thought this was an obvious hint that Daniel had signed with Mercedes. While it wasn’t the end of the world, you had hoped Daniel would be able to make his decision without the pressure of public comment or opinion. You were sure he had the mental fortitude to do so regardless, but you felt the need to protect him beyond your professional fiduciary obligations. He had already been through enough.

You pressed through the meeting, keeping your comments technical and brief. As usual you exchanged handshakes at the end before going your separate ways, though he hardly looked your way before he turned to leave. Once out of the room, Joe began to discuss next steps with you but his words went in one ear and out the other. You felt nauseous as the growing pit in your stomach failed to subdue. You thought back again to the night at the bar and your abrupt departure, and the last few days where you easily could have sent a text to reassure him or ease the tension, but you didn’t. You were the attorney and you were responsible for maintaining the attorney-client relationship, which you failed. You had to go find him.

You cut your boss off as politely as you could. “I’m so sorry, sir, I just realized… I forgot my, uh, charger! And I need to… respond to another client’s email. So I have to go.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Are you ok? You seem flustered today.”

“I’m fine!” You were absolutely off your game, but you didn’t want to show him any signs of weakness. “Just, jetlagged?” You mentally slapped yourself as soon as the words came out of your mouth. While it might have worked for almost any other F1 race on the calendar, Austin and Mexico City were in the same time zone. The partner knew something was up, but he had too many other things to worry about than the mental breakdown of a low level associate.

“Ok. But I expect a draft of redlines by the end of the day.”

You were practically already out the door as you called out “Thank you, sir! I’ll be sure to get those to you as soon as possible!”

You were running around the paddock like a crazy person, unceremoniously shoving media personnel out of the way. You made your way through the maze of hallways and offices, the click-clack of your high heels announcing your presence before you got to wherever you were going.

In your haste, you didn’t notice running past Lando.

“Y/N!”

“Can’t! Don’t have time!” you called back, not even bothering to figure out who was addressing you.

“Y/N! It’s me, would slow down for two seconds?”

Finally, you stopped and turned. “Oh thank goodness.” You doubled over, huffing and puffing from the unexpected cardio. “You can help me. Where’s Daniel?” you asked between breaths.

“He went to his dressing room after your meeting. Whe-?”

You were already around the corner before he finished his sentence. “Great, thanks!”

You barreled your way towards Daniel, your run turning into a lame waddle from the constrictions of your shoes and pencil skirt. You did not pause when you arrived at your destination and pushed the door open without knocking. You doubled over again and leaned against the wall once inside.

“Can I help you?”

You were so exhausted you almost missed the fact that the driver was shirtless. It was a sight to behold, especially after months of imagining what might be underneath. Your eyes lingered longer than they should have on his toned pecs, moving their way down to his chiseled abs and the “v” that pointed its way to his pants. You knew he was still upset with you, but it didn’t stop the small smirk threatening its way to his face. But you were a woman on a mission and you refused to be distracted.

“I’m sorry,” you got out, still panting. “I fucked up.” You looked away while he put a McLaren shirt on, taking the moment to catch your breath.

He sat down and motioned for you to do the same, which you graciously accepted. He took you in. In the span of less than an hour, it felt as though he was looking at before and after photos of an ad but in reverse. You seemed so composed during the meeting and now here you were, blazer lopsided and unbuttoned, hair tousled, sweat beading at your forehead, cheeks flushed, and breathless. It was simultaneously hilarious and insanely hot, but he wasn’t going to let on anything at this point.

“What the hell happened?”

You started talking a mile a minute. “I wanted to talk to you right after the meeting, but Joe wanted to talk about next steps and I tried to get away as soon as I could, but then I couldn’t find you –“

“Not now you dodo, last week after the race.” You blinked a few times. Now that he was in front of you, the thoughts running in your mind from before went blank. He came to your rescue, filling in the silence.

“All I know, is that we were having a good time and then you left me in the middle of a bar by myself without saying goodbye after one of the shittiest races of my life. I haven’t heard from you since, and I know you haven’t been hungover for four days straight. I appreciate you coming in here and apologizing, but respectfully, what the fuck.”

You looked away in shame. You weren’t sure how you were going to handle this without disclosing your feelings. You took a deep breath and swallowed your pride, proceeding cautiously.

“What happened at the bar, and how I acted afterwards, is entirely a me problem and I could have been more… strategicabout how I handled it.

“Strategic!?” You winced and closed your eyes, immediately regretting your choice of words. Clearly insulted, he continued. “Strategic is how you describe a Bond villain, or a business deal, not how you treat a friend-“

You jumped out of your chair, interrupting him out of frustration. “Don’t you get it? That’s the whole problem!” You couldn’t tell if you wanted to hold his hand or punch a wall. “I love that you are basically the human equivalent of a golden retriever. I love how comfortable we are together, and I’m a firm believer that you do better work when you know and like the people you work with. But you are my work at the end of the day. You are my client. There’s literally a whole ethics exam that is separate from the bar exam and it’s really easy. (1) Don’t comingle funds; and (2) don’t sleep with your client.” He raised an eyebrow. You sat back down.

“Obviously, nothing happened on Sunday. But… it felt like it toed the line of what is acceptable in my professional capacity. I know this is probably very one sided and it’s all in my head, but it felt like something could have. If Joe or anyone else ever found out, I could lose my job or my license over something like this. That being said, I do not blame you one bit. I’m the one that let things get out of hand, and I realized it in a single moment, and I freaked out, and left. And I’m sorry. For all of it.”

Daniel looked at the floor, his cheeks dusted slightly pink as he processed your admission. “It wasn’t in your head,” he whispered. His gaze rose to meet yours, but you covered your face with your hands.

“Fuck, don’t tell me that.” You tried to keep your tone light as if you were trying to joke it off, but you were very serious. You had convinced yourself this was a delusional fantasy of your mind’s creation, which would have been very easy to let go. But now it had been spoken into existence with the revelation that those feelings were reciprocated. It had legs and took up space. It was terrifying. You sighed as you slouched back in your chair, feeling defeated and mind reeling. “Look. Let’s just chalk this up to the fact that we’ve been spending a stupid amount of time together for the last however many months. Can we please just pretend last weekend never happened so we can move past this?”

Daniel sat for a moment. Of course he had forgiven you as soon as you stampeded your way into his room. There was a lot about Texas he wanted to forget, but his day with you was not one of them. Maybe you were right that the feelings the two of you evidently had for each other were just the product of forced proximity, but right now he didn’t want to believe that. Time and time again this season when he felt like he couldn’t go on, you had been there with support and compassion. You grounded him while he mellowed your intensity. You provided logic and reason while he extracted adventure and vulnerability. He was Yin and you were Yang. You couldn’t make up a connection like that. Yet, he would never want be the reason you lose your license, let alone the job you love so much.

Looking at you now, all he wanted to do was scoop you up and kiss you. Instead, he stuck out his hand. “Deal.”

You smiled softly, giving a firm handshake. “Thanks.” You paused. “So, we’re good… right?”

Of course you were. How could you not be? He had a million things he wanted to say. Instead, all he could get out was: “Yeah. We’re good.”

-

You weren’t sure what was in the water. Maybe it was you, or next year’s team prospects, or simply the energy of Mexico, but Daniel gave his best performance of the season finishing a strong P7. For the first time since you met him, a genuine smile graced the driver post-race. Professionally, you knew this would be great to leverage in finalizing negotiations. But as his friend, your heart was exploding with pride. The crowd was roaring in celebration, everyone was a Daniel Ricciardo fan. After a tough season, you had forgotten this side of him. What you wouldn’t do for those dimples. You kept your distance though, allowing him to revel in the spotlight. It was killing you not to run up to him, but you wouldn’t have been able to get to him if you tried.

The post-race interviews would probably take a while so you decided to head out. As you fought your way through the media, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You assumed it was just standard foot traffic, so you kept moving until you heard someone call your name. You were shocked to find Christian Horner trying to flag you down.

“Y/N!”

“Christian! What a pleasant surprise, I assumed you would be busy.”

“I saw my favorite lawyer walk by, I had to say hello.”

Christian was an interesting character. Admittedly you had not looked forward to working across the table from him initially. He came across as arrogant, hypocritical, and conniving. You thought his only redeeming quality was that he was married to Ginger Spice, but soon found that was only second to how much he cared about Daniel. Given how Daniel departed Red Bull all those years ago, you wrongly assumed that bridge had been burned so you were nervous when you first approached the team for negotiations. It was quickly apparent how unfounded those feelings were after the first email. Christian was there when Daniel made his F1 debut in 2009 as an awkward teenager and watched him grow and molded him into a seasoned driver. It was clear he would give him both kidneys in a pinch.

“Honored and humbled,” you teased. You were almost shouting due to the swarm that quickly surrounded you due to Christian’s presence. You continued walking, “Running away from interviews now, are we?”

“Funny you should say that. I am, because I keep getting some interesting questions about a certain third driver seat.” He was being coy, and knew exactly what he was doing with all the journalists around you. “Are there any updates I can report back on?” He was more persistent than a used car salesman.

“None at the moment, I’m afraid. I promise you’ll be the second person I tell when I do.”

“Second? Who has me beat?”

“Your wife, of course.”

“Maybe if this thing closes, Geri might be open to grab some celebratory drinks.”

“I don’t know Christian, that sounds like a bribe to me.”

“Good seeing you as always, counselor.”

You laughed as you parted ways. You had been able to fly under the radar, until recently when snooty media noticed you going in and out of various meetings. You thought everyone would leave you alone when Christian left, but a few eagle-eyed personnel stayed with you.

“Does this mean that Daniel Ricciardo has a home for next year?”

“Can you confirm Daniel is going to Red Bull?”

“I’m unable to disclose any information, those discussions are protected by attorney-client privilege.”

Legal obligations be damned, the handful of media continued to follow you. You repeated the same statement in eight different ways, you tried ignoring them to no avail. You continued walking, hoping at a certain point they’d give up. Certainly there were at least a hundred other people around the paddock significantly more important and interesting than you.

“I think you guys confused the pretty lady for me?” You recognized the voice immediately. You were thankful for your savior shifting the attention away from you, except that the swarm around you returned ten-fold in an instant. The Australian entertained their questions while helping you navigate the crowd. You knew he and his PR advisor had prepped for this, and you were impressed how he skillfully dodged their questions while making them feel as though they had gotten a profound, headline-worthy snippet.

He fought the instinct to put his hand on your back to help guide you through the mob. You stayed close though, unnerved by the increasing number of people around you. As you continued to walk side-by-side, unsuccessfully willing yourself to become invisible, your fingers grazed. Instinctively, you flinched and pulled your hand away at the contact. He continued engaging with the media but took a moment to meet your eyes. His gaze was not judgmental nor offended, instead offering you reassurance. You realized how silly you were being and dropped your hand. The tips of your pinkies momentarily met again and the warm feeling you felt in the bar before everything went sideways came bubbling back. Only this time it made you feel safe and secure, not scared or embarrassed.

“As fun as this has been guys, I have big plans with some tequila shots and a mariachi band that I must attend to.” Even his excuses could charm the pants off the most scrutinizing reporter. He politely excused the two of you, pulling you away into McLaren hospitality. The doors shut behind you, immediately muffling the outside noise.

“Is it always like that?”

He took one look at you and burst out laughing. You might be able to keep certain thoughts to yourself, but often times your facial expressions gave you away as they did now. Your eyes, wide and unblinking. Your mouth, contorted into downward frown. In the distance, *sirens*.

“Don’t laugh, that was traumatizing!” you whined.

“In all fairness, it didn’t always used to be this bad. But you get used to it.”

“Please, you were born to be in the spotlight. The camera loves you.”

“Just the camera?”

You gave him your most aggressive side eye. It was hardly an appropriate comment given your conversation on press day, but you knew he was just joking. You raised your hands. “You know what, that’s on me. I walked into that one.”

“Had to go for the low hanging fruit.”

You looked around. McLaren hospitality was quiet, but not empty. You hoped no one noticed the light flirtation that was taking place. You changed the topic.

“I forgot to say congratulations on today! You must be so proud of yourself.”

“Yeah, it feels nice.” You know what else feels nice? “It’s been such a long, hard season. Y’know?” You know what else is long and hard? “I’ve just been really pounding away with trainings and everything -” You know what else you can pound?

You smiled and nodded while you continued to tally the that’s-what-she-said jokes and innuendos in your head.

“- and I feel like there’s been this gaping hole -” Surely he has got to hear himself.

You bit your lower lip to keep from giggling and cursed yourself for your filthy mind and having the sense of humor of a twelve year old boy.

“-but all in all it’s been a good day, yeah?” Finally.

“Yes, for sure. I’m really happy for you.” There was a pregnant pause before either of you spoke again. He could tell that you were distracted though he wasn’t sure why. You were concerned about keeping yourself in check.  

“Anyways, this has been lovely as always. Enjoy the rest of your night, I don’t want to keep you from your Mariachi band.”

“You’re not going to celebrate?”

You looked around, again being mindful of potential witnesses. “What are you talking about, we’ve been celebrating your points finish since the end of the race. You go have fun, I was just going to stay here and get some work done until things clear out a bit more.”

“Not for me. It’s Halloween, you know.”

Actually, you had completely forgotten. But you quickly realized where this conversation was heading. “That’s nice.”

“Lando wants to show off his DJ side hustle at some club. It will be fun.”

“Now there’s something spooky,” you said sarcastically.

“You should come.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

The stare down between you continued as you went about your delicate dance around the elephant in the room. He took a step towards you and grabbed you gently by the shoulders.

“Nothing will happen. Promise,” he whispered. You looked up at him.

“I don’t have a costume,” you lightly countered.

“We’ll get you one.”

You pursed your lips. You had a million other excuses in your head, but you trusted him. How could you say no?

-

It had been a while since you had been in a club, and truthfully you weren’t sure you were cut out for it any more as you approached thirty. The flashing lights and heavy bass were giving you a migraine. That being said, it was a very different experience than you remember and being the guest of a VIP had its significant perks. When you got to the venue you almost didn’t even get out of the car when you saw the line down several blocks. As it so happens, when you’re a Formula 1 driver you can skip the line. And get attentive bottle service as opposed to fighting your way to the bar and pray the bartender notices you. Not to mention easy access to the DJ booth. As he had assured you, there were plenty of other people around to act as buffers.

Sure enough, Lando was at the helm of the DJ booth along with his girlfriend and a few of the other drivers and their respective significant others. As soon as the others saw you, they burst out into laughter. If you were ever concerned whether you could ever fit into Daniel’s world, this experience quelled any uncertainty. What Daniel’s skeleton costume lacked in creativity, yours’ made up for in leaps and bounds. Why be a sexy nurse or police officer when you could be American Daniel Ricciardo? American flag bomber jacket, cowboy hat, belt buckle, poorly drawn facial hair and all - which looked even sillier given your short stature. It was clear the resourceful last-minute look was well-received and earned you a warm welcome.  

As the night went on and the drinks flowed, you leaned more into your Danny Ric persona including donning a poor Australian accent. Daniel continued to converse with the other drivers but watched you from a distance, trying to remain respectful of your prior agreement. Even with your face covered in smudged eye makeup to mimic his beard, he loved seeing you in his clothes. You were practically swimming in his jacket and he was sure it was the cutest thing he had ever witnessed. When you thought no one else was looking, you subtly grabbed the collar and gave it a sniff, deeply inhaling the owner’s fragrance.

Seeing you try to pick up his scent caused something primal in him to awaken. In another world he would have put on his usual moves to woo a lady back to his hotel room, which admittedly didn’t take much. First, he would buy you a drink. Then after some short flirty back and forth, he would move the two of you to the dancefloor. He would be behind you while you grinded - in a club packed like this, your bodies would be pressed closely together. He would place his hands on your waist and slowly move them down to your hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. Eventually he would leave kisses on the side of your neck, while finding your hands to hold. He would spin you around and ask if you wanted to go back to his place. Inevitably you would say yes, and the two of you would leave and begin your makeout session in the back of his private car to avoid suspicion by nosy paparazzi. Finally when you arrive at your final destination, he would fuck you senseless.

His mind was reeling at the possibilities. But you were no ordinary lady and you didn’t deserve his usual moves. You deserved so much more. And he couldn’t give you any of it.

Meanwhile, the constancy you had to stay away from your muse diminished as the night went on. The champagne was easily accessible and went down even easier. The club was hot and stuffy, though it was unclear if it was from everyone’s collective body heat, the Mexican climate, or both. You decided to take off the jacket, wrapping it around your waist, leaving in you a plain white tank top. It was far from being the most scandalous outfit in the room, but Daniel was doing everything in his power not to stare. It was a stark contrast from the conservative suits and dresses he’d gotten used to seeing you in, showing off every curve of your body. Again, he should have been turned off by the beard makeup alone but it endearingly complimented the cleavage that threatened to spill its way out of your shirt. Eventually you found yourself next to him again.

“G’day mate,” you said tipping his hat. You weren’t sloppy, but it was obvious that your usual social filter was long gone.

“Is that absolutely necessary?”

“What are you talking about, I’m Daniel Ricciardo. This is my voice. Pew pew pew” you gave him some finger guns and blew them out before returning them to their imaginary holsters. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is by far the worst Australian accent I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“I can switch to Steve Erwin if you want.”

“Please don’t.” You ignored him.

“Crikey! Here we see the Formula 1 Driver in his natural habitat.” You gestured over to Pierre shamelessly trying to flirt with a model with a bottle of Ace in hand. “Ah yes, the young male has spotted a potential mate. We will now get to witness his intricate mating ritual.”

He watched your face as you continued your animated nature documentary play-by-play of Pierre. He always felt lucky when he got to see this side of you. Silly, unfiltered, and unincumbered by responsibility.  

He leaned into you. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“I am. Are you having fun – oh!” Someone had pushed their way past you forcing you to fall into the driver, inadvertently smushing your bodies together. He placed a protective hand on the small of your back further pulling you into him while trying not to spill the drink in his other hand. The buzzing returned with a vengeance. It was hard to ignore the soft of your breasts pressed against his muscly torso. You blushed profusely at the new sensation of your hips meeting, feeling the bulge of his pants against your pelvis.   

“Are you ok?” You finally pulled your bodies away from each other, your cheeks on fire from the heavy and unfamiliar contact.

“Oh I’m fine. But on that note, I should probably head back.” You hoped he would he would attribute your flush to all the champagne you consumed, and prayed your “beard” was covering for you. The fluttering sensation between your legs refused to cease.

“Ok, I’ll call the car.”

“No, no, I can just call an uber it’s fine.”

“You shouldn’t leave by yourself.” It took a minute for you to realize he was looking out for your safety, not inviting himself to your hotel room. You again felt embarrassed at your own misinterpretation.   

“I don’t want to make you leave though, you should keep celebrating.”

“I’ve celebrated enough, I’m happy and tired and ready to go.”

“Are you sure?” He smiled and turned his hand into a fake phone.

“I’m calling it,” he said into his hand. You laughed at the reference to the joke he had with Lando about ‘calling it a day,’ thankful that he found a way to break the tension.

-

The car ride back to the hotel was relatively quiet. You squeezed your legs together to quell the growing heat below your waist and kept your hands in your lap to prevent them from accidentally wandering. Your heart rate had not slowed since you bumped into one another. You closed your eyes to try to center yourself and redirect the energy of your raging hormones.

Two feet away, Daniel was in a very similar situation dealing with his own demons. The smell of your perfume mixed with this own cologne intoxicated him. He forced himself to think of his home in Perth to keep his mind from wondering to all the ways you could be bent right then and there in the back seat.

You thanked the driver getting out of the car. The walk to your respective rooms felt like an eternity. You pressed for your floor when you got in the elevator and waited for him to do the same, but he did not move.

“What floor are you?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll walk you to your room.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary.”   

“I just want to make sure you’re safe.” You looked at him from the corner of your eye.

“Fine. I’ll allow it.”

You again stood there in silence side by side as you waited to reach your floor. You cursed the mirrored walls of the elevator. With a few drinks in you, you allowed your lidded eyes to wander all over Daniel’s reflection from the neck down. Fortunately for you he didn’t notice your ogling, but only because he was doing the same thing. In the middle of your respective daydreams, your pinkies accidentally grazed again, pulling you back to reality. Your eyes finally met in the mirror.

“Sorry,” you said under your breath, taking a step away from your client.

“All good.” You both diverted your gazes for the rest of the short ride. You got off the elevator and walked to your room.

“Well, this is me.” You paused, finally making eye contact again. “Thanks for inviting me out, I had fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

“Oh, before I forget here’s your hat and jacket.” You went to remove the hat but he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it, they look better on you anyways.” It was a questionably appropriate line, but he didn’t care. At this point, neither did you.

“I’m not sure when I’ll wear them again, but thanks.” You smiled to yourself, your hands fidgeting with the fabric of his jacket. He was still looking at you when you looked back up. The chatty driver was uncharacteristically quiet. You were both stalling, though it was unclear what for. You decided to rip off the band-aid.

“Good night Mr. Ricciardo, congratulations again.”

“Good night y/n. I’ll see you in Brazil.”

“I’ll see you in Brazil,” you repeated.

When the door shut, he placed his hand on it for a moment. His mind, again, going to all of the places that were off-limits. With a sigh he left for his room.

On the other side, you leaned your head against the door and squeezed your eyes shut. Sloppily undoing your jeans, you stuck a hand down your underwear to offer relief from the building tension. You were soaked. With reckless abandon, you grabbed your vibrator and shamelessly indulged yourself in the filthiest fantasies regarding your client the rest of the night.

Taglist: @ravenqueen27 @leslizzle @wewoo1233 @monzabee

[fuzzylichu]

One of a kind. Pt.2

Lando norris x RICCIARDO!reader

Tw: swearing, bad Italian,

My master's list

Part 1

A/n :sorry it took so long also @astars-things and @stopandgopenalty tysm 😭

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There's a knocking on your door. "God what time even is it" you thought yourself. Shit. If you're phone wasn't wrong, it was already 2pm. You run up to the door as soon as possible.

"just woke up?" Lando look at you with smirk.

"yep" you sighed. You slowly scanned him leaving and awkward silence. He was wearing his quadrant hoodie like always with black trousers. He looked like he just woke up too but His hair was some how more perfect than ever. He suddenly crouched a little down to match to your eye level "you still here?"

"yeah sorry."

"third time I caught you doing that" he chuckled.

"doing what?" You asked in genuine confusion. "Staring at me, might even say 'checking me out' " he said jokingly. You start feeling your face lighting up. You cover your face and mentally scream for a second before mumbling, "sorry".

"anyways, meet me at the lobby at 6:00, I'll be waiting" he said while giving you a smile. "Mhm, okay" you said as he closed the door. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. You didn't even know if you have a good outfit. You looked through your clothes and found a nice pair of dress trousers but no shirt. You quickly went down to your brother's room and rang the bell. "Hi y/n anything you need?" He peeked through the door.

"I need a shirt, like a going out shirt"

"can I ask why?"

"going out with lando... Don't get it wrong though!" You point at him," It's not a date, he just wants to make up for giving a bad first impression." You said in a panic.

"well if you say so, come in" he said in a annoyed voice. You ran in and looked for a shirt. "Perfect." You grabbed one of Daniel's black button up shirt. "God do you not iron your shirts Dan?".

"You're the only one who irons my shirts" he chuckled

"my days." You sighed. " Well I'm gonna go now " you ran towards the door.

Thank god he didn't say anything about it, You thought to yourself. You took a long bath to calm yourself from the excitement. you didn't even have any idea where you guys were going, or if this was a date.

Shit, it was already 3:30 the bath took way too long. You still needed to do your make up and your hair and not to forget, iron the shirt. Now starting to do your makeup, you got all kinds of thoughts of the date. A little, intrusive you might say. How he might ... You know.

Pulling away from the thoughts, you finish your makeup. thankfully it was one of your good hair day so you could move on to your outfit.

You looked at Daniel's shirt and saw the 'dr3' logo embroidered on it. You couldn't help but smile at it. This still forgive him on never ironing his shirt though. Looking into the mirror, you got yourself ready to go down to the lobby.

Already, the butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. As the doors of the elevator, you saw the boy waiting from the corner of your eyes. He saw you as soon as you walked out of the elevator he ran up to you and gave you a half hug. "You look great" he complimented.

"you do too" he seemed flustered by the comment and lit up. You couldn't help but giggle at him.

"so where we heading to?" You asked

"You'll see soon" he linked his finger to yours and started to head to the parking lot. He opened the door of his rental car for you like one of those cheezy couples. it was one of those fancy McLarens that the company rented off to him. "Slow down lando You're going to go over the speed limit" you scholded.

"sorry mom" he mocked at you jokingly and sped up even more for a second just to taunt you.

"seriously stop" you giggled.

As the golden hour hit, the golden ray shot down into the windows shining onto Lando. He looked like a photo or a painting ; he didn't seem real. His eyes turned into a lovely shade of hazel and teal and his lips, God. It looked so good.

"do I look that pretty?" He asked breaking the silence

"..sure" you blurted out quickly as you became flustered by the sudden question. He chuckled for a little while then said, "we're almost there". Arriving in the parking lot, you saw the dare you say most beautiful tiny restaurant. It was like a little hut, or a cottage it had a little flower garden next to it and everything.

"Do you like it? Pick it myself." He smiled as he reversed the car to park. And yes, he did put his arm around your seat while reversing. (🫢) Again, he opened the door for you and helped you get out of the car. "Where'd you even find this place?"

"some researching and a little help from the gas man"

"gas man??" You couldn't help but laugh

"I mean Gasly, I picked it up from Daniel" he laughed with you.

"sounds like something he would say."

"yeah nah the gas man" he imitated Daniel's accent.

"that was pretty similar" you smiled

"I've been working on it" he said proudly. The joking aside, you admired the cottage again before entering. Inside was some how even more beautiful. It was cozy with paintings and fairy lights.

"ah, lei è il signor Norris?Are you Mr Norris?" The server asked Lando.

"sì" he answered confidently with a smile.

"I'm charlie, welcome to la piccola capanna. Just call me whenever you want to order"

"Pierre said the gnocchi and the calzones are really good." He said as he read the menu. You read through the menu with honestly, there was at least 7 things you wanted to eat. You'd been craving all kinds of Italian food the moment you step foot on Monza. "These all sound so good I can't choose." You whined like a kid. Lando let out a small chuckle "I'll probably have the Spaghetti alla Napoletana"

"I'll just have the gnocchi then." You came up with something random " mi scusi, potremmo ordinare per favore. excuse me could we order please." you called for the waiter.

"si, cosa vorresti?would you like to order?"

"ehm, una Spaghetti alla Napoletana per lui e gli gnocchi per me grazie a Spaghetti alla Napoletana for him and a gnocchi for me thank you" you said fluently in one quick swift.

"sarà preparato subito will be prepared right away" the waiter said as he walked away.

"I've completely forgotten that you and Daniel both are half Italian" he said in awe. He looked genuinely mind blown making you laugh.

"sei serio? are you serious?" You asked in the thickest Italian accent . Lando started wheezing and laughing at your accent. "Anyways, , how does Pierre know this place." You switched the subject.

"he went out with a Italian chick and found this place."

"yeah obviously" you scoffed in your breath thinking about Pierre.

"did he ask you out or something" he teased

"he tried to, Daniel stopped him though. Absolutely hilarious." You laughed. Lando was actually really fun to hang out with you though to yourself. Talking away, you guys chatted for ages before finishing your food. "Should we start heading out now?" He asked as he finished eating his food. Lando paid for the meal and got up to leave. When you two got out of the restaurant the breeze hit you to now with the sun set and the moon fully out. " Do you want to go for a drive" you nodded at his question.

Lando drove through the town seeing the night views. As he made a sharp turn he put his hand on your thigh. You jumped a bit as you were expecting that and he quickly put his hand away too. "Sorry I- I usually put my hand on the passenger seat when I make a turn and.." he startled himself too when he put his hand on you.

".. it's okay" You didn't really know what to say. You could clearly tell he did enjoy it though he was startled. As he put his hand on the cup holder, you guided his hand onto your thigh again. He squeezed it gently as he made the next turn. Your mind was going blank from the excitement.

Now seeing the hotel, The 30 minute ride felt like only a few minutes. You honestly wanted it to last longer but you could only dream. Next thing you know you two were walking up to your own rooms.it was a bit disappointing but it was only the second day of knowing him. it was clear that he was disappointed too.Nonetheless, you hugged him goodbye and went to your separate rooms.

What a bummer. you thought as you got out of the bathroom after a shower. You heard a faint groaning from next door. "Fucking hell y/n".

Was he really thinking of you?

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A/n : sorry for the similar ending as part one but you know the next part is gonna be spicy. 😏

Part 3

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dr: nagito komaeda (sdr2, udg, dr3), hajime hinata (sdr2 & dr3 hope arc), & izuru kamukura (dr3 despair arc).

key: which characters are my favorite.

danganronpa key: which versions of the character are my favorite. (ask me about it, i'll go into depth but there will be spoilers fair warning) i'm v deep in the fandom including all 4 main games, both animes, danganronpa zero, and killer killer.

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currently reading: a court of wings & ruin by sarah j. maas.

currently reading (manga): caught up on black butler, my hero academia, & jujutsu kaisen.

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manga(s): kimetsu no yaiba (demon slayer). koe no katachi (a silent voice). deadman wonderland.

manhwa(s): love is an illusion! by fargo. surge towards you by cheongyeon.

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Midnight Distraction

Summary: In the midnight hour you give Toto a well-deserved distraction.

Request: i Don’t now if you’re taking requests but could you write one where toto is in a bad mood because of the car and the latest results so the reader has to cheer him up?? fluffy but smuttt

Warnings: fluff to smut, insinuated intercourse, teasing, dirty talk, daddy kink.

Words: 600+

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"Honey."

You try to get his attention, but with no response. "Sweetie,"

He has been staring at his laptop screen since you went to bed and probably hasn't looked away since. When his mind is running he is one to get lost for hours and although he told you multiple times he would 'come to bed soon' and that he was 'okay', you knew better. Seeing him sit there in his own world, eyes fixated on the screen with a frown on his forehead.

"Toto, babe, it's 3 in the morning," you whisper while you knead his shoulders.

Nothing but a sigh escapes from his mouth as he continues staring at the performance graphs on the screen. To you they were nothing but a few colourful lines against a white backdrop, but for him it was his life - and currently life had been a little more difficult.

"Sorry Schatz, I didn't mean to wake you up," he asks tilting his head up with concern. "Is the light too bright?"

"No sweetie, I was hugging you in my sleep but you were missing beside me," you say with a puppy-pout as an attempt to get him back to bed. "I need your snuggles."

You hug him tightly from behind nuzzling your head in his neck as he's still sitting in his chair. He shifts so you can sit on his lap.

"I'm sorry, I know. I'm just so fucking frustrated about the race yesterday and all the-"

"Babe, it's 4 in the morning, no work talk," you whisper after you silenced him with a soft kiss. "And working at this hour, looking at all the data, what good does that do?"

He leans his head on your shoulder and closes his eyes to find some comfort after hearing your words. "Yes I know," he says softly under his breath.

You were supporting him whenever he needed you, and sometimes that support had to be confronting and direct. He knew that, and he loved you for it. How much you cared for him regardless of his stubbornness or moods. He could always count on you.

“Tell me, how can I help you?- and don’t pretend you don’t need me right now baby, I know you do.”

After a few seconds of no response a light chuckle vibrates through his chest and he lifts his head off your shoulder. “Oh- I need you now darling. You said that very well.”

“Then tell me daddy..” Your face was separated by only a few inches from his, clearly giving away how the heat is rising to your face at the sight of his hungry eyes. "...anything for you."

“Feel in my pants how glad I am that you are always fucking ready for me.”

He takes your hand and places it on the bulge in his pants. It looks like a monstrosity in comparison to your little hand. You feel it twitch and pulsate below your touch and slowly you start rubbing your hand along his thick shaft.

“Take care of me baby,” he whimpers and upon his command you slip down on your knees under the table between his legs. You hear him close his laptop and as you unzip his pants and take the full length of his hard cock in your mouth, he runs his hand through your hair approvingly.

“Good girl, give daddy what he needs.”

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Masterlist + More Toto Wolff x Reader:

What’s My Name? (requested) ✨new✨

Mile High Club (requested) ✨new✨

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