#driver: dr3.

[mxstellatayte]

Daniel and morning head

nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!

you really can't resist it. not when you wake up with your head on his chest, his arm thrown around your shoulders creating a cocoon of safety for you. as gently as you can, you wiggle down the bed and settle between daniel's legs, tugging his boxers down just enough to free his erection. he stirs in his sleep when your hand comes into contact with his cock, and you let a glob of saliva fall from your lips and onto your hand, easing the slide.

daniel's never been a heavy sleeper, and it comes in handy (heh) when you wake up a little extra turned on. take today, for example. when your lips come into contact with the tip of his cock, letting your tongue press against it just so, he fidgets once more, but this time you know he's close to waking up. as always, your hand that isn't stroking at the rest of his length reaches up his torso, and his own hand meets you halfway, lacing his fingers with yours. you remove yourself from his dick just long enough to whisper a soft "good morning, danny," before resuming your efforts, and he mumbles out something that seems like a similar greeting, but it's barely intelligible.

you have the strategy to bring daniel to the edge down to a t. after being in a relationship for years, one would hope so. you have the technique so perfected, in fact, that it's become second nature to you. danny's big. so big, in fact, that it's fairly difficult to take him all in your mouth. instead, you opt for letting your saliva (and his precum) drip out of your mouth and onto your hand which strokes what you can't take into your mouth. you focus your attention on working magic with your tongue, and the grunts and moans that tumble past danny's lips are music to your ears.

before long, though, the moans turn slightly more coherent, murmurs of "oh, baby, i'm close" and "fuck, darling, just like that." his comments only make you double your efforts, and it isn't long before he's cumming down your throat and you gladly swallow every drop. when you climb back up his torso, leaving soft kisses in your wake, and finally, finally, connect your lips to his, danny smiles when he can taste his own cum in your mouth.

[shineonlux]

a little driver side profile series i got going on. i plan on doing a lot more of them, but i do enjoy how these latest ones look together! blue & red my fave colors 🫶

the accents in bright yellow:

Daniel and Yuki: their helmet patterns

Charles: ☀️ of Maranello

Carlos: el matador jr 🐂

[disasteraleks]

More mini f1 drivers due to popular demand

[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cs55, cl16, mv1, lh44, fa14, sv5, dr3, mwebber, jb22 x fem!reader ] three major kinks + a couple minor kinks for each driver

word count: 1.8k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), pwp; i'm not going to tag all of these bc that would take 5ever BUT 1) everything is consensual & in the setting of a happy, healthy relationship & 2) dm me if you are needing any specific tw's/cw's & i'll be happy to share those!

a/n: it's been a hot, hot minute since i've had the energy to write (i was busy surviving my surgery core rotation at a level 1 trauma center & pediatrics at a major children's hospital), but i've been brewing up a lil something for awhile now! i was stalling out on writing the last part of corsica, so i figured i'd at least give you this to get the juices flowing again! i started this blog about six months ago, & i'm nearly at 500 followers & i wanted to take a moment to thank you all! i love you so much and i hope you enjoy this! these are the kinks i think each of these drivers has! what proof do i have, you ask? absolute fuck-all! enjoy, loves! xx

creampie + breeding kink — he’s a family man & lord knows how badly he wants his own. he’s possessive, too, & this sates both of those desires well for him.  he’s always whispering something in your ear, hand low on your belly about how good you’d look carrying his babies. and once you’re actually pregnant? sweet jesus, he’s never taking his hands off of you.

shower sex — he’s talked a number of times about how he’ll shower multiple times a day, and something tells me he’d never object to a partner. more than once he’s had you against the tiled walls until the water ran cold and your teeth were chattering.  he’d then proceed to take it upon himself to warm you up again, ever the gentleman.

post-workout sex — there’s something about the way you look, out of breath & drenched in sweat that sends all the blood in his body rushing to his cock. you’re trying to push him away, afraid that you’re just too gross, but this man does not give a single fuck.  he adores you in all your sweaty, sticky glory & is on you the second you make it back from your class, peeling you out of your leggings and wrangling your too-tight sports bra over your head.  and it goes the other way as well: his favorite workout cooldown is fucking you senseless; there’s something deeply primal about the exertion of a workout that clouds his head with only thoughts of you, out of breath & on the brink of orgasm.

minor kinks | hair pulling — rough sex — cockwarming — pussy worship — possessiveness — soft dom — teasing — dirty talk

praise kink — he’s a talker in bed, and that means that he’s telling you just how delicious the tight clutch of your velvet walls feels around his cock. one language is not enough to tell you all the ways you make him feel, how good you are, how badly he’s wanted you. it certainly doesn’t hurt when you reciprocate, but the sounds he’s able to work out of you are often enough for him.

vanilla sex — listen: it’s no secret that this man is a romantic, and there are few things as romantic as good ole vanilla sex. sure, some spice is nice every once in a while, but he doesn’t need it to get his rocks off. he’s too caught up in the romance of it all—the tangle of limbs, skin pressed against skin, stuttering breaths, and stammering hearts—to want anything else.  all he needs is you.

kissing — similar as above, charles is a sucker for romance, and a good makeout sess is just the right thing to get him hot and bothered.  he’s very talented with languages, and his mastery of his tongue doesn’t end with words. *wink wink*

minor kinks | oral sex (giving + receiving) — creampie — cowgirl — bathtub sex — breathplay

mutually drunk sex — no matter how much he loves a club scene, he’d always find himself back in your arms.  happy, sloppy, messy sex. as much as he loves a g&t, he loves the taste of you more.

wax play — we’ve seen the clips. he likes dripping the wax just as much as he likes being dripped on, and every time you go to light a candle his eyes get that hungry look like he could devour you whole; you’ve learned how to use this to your advantage.

dirty talk + praise kink — as we all know, this man is a certified YAPPER. and, unsurprisingly, that extends to the bedroom, too.  always groaning, grunting, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, there’s very little that leaves him truly speechless; you’ll always know exactly how he feels when you're riding his cock or taking him deep in your throat, whether that’s in dutch, english, or the french he’s been trying to practice. and, given his upbringing, he lives for the praises that fall past your lips; he aims to please, and your sweet words are all the motivation he needs.

minor kinks | restraints (giving + receiving) — spanking — threesomes — nipple play — sensory play

massage — he takes great pride in his physique, and he thinks every inch of you is perfect.  he loves watching all the tension leave your body. with such limited time in his busy, busy life, he thrives on the time he gets to spend with you; few things can compete with the peace, intimacy, and pleasure that comes from the feeling of your hands working over the tight muscles of his back and legs. and if they happen to wander somewhere else? well, what a happy accident that would be!

fingering — if there’s one thing lewis knows, it’s that a man’s most important tool isn’t the one between his legs.  he loves all the ways in which you unravel for him, your back pressed against his chest with your legs draped over his own to keep them open.  he’ll play with you like that for hours if he could, unlacing your composure until you're boneless and melting into him with every touch. (also, dear god, have you seen his hands? female gaze bait of the highest form.)

the lingerie stays on — there’s a litany of pick-up lines about clothes, etc. looking good on you but better on their floor, and a one mr. hamilton disagrees with that sentiment; we know well how he appreciates fine garments, and he loves them even more when you’re wearing them.  he’s most certainly one to spoil his partner, and if he’s going to buy you that agent provocateur set, you can bet he wants to see you in it.

minor kinks | soft dom — cowgirl — voyeurism — intimacy — dirty talk — shower sex — pillowtalk

face riding — why do you think he takes so much pride in his neck strength? and even when you’re squirming away from overstimulation, he’s more than able to hold you in place by hooking his toned biceps over your shaking thighs. he’s a menace, but he never leaves a partner wanting for more.

wearing his clothes — okay, this one isn’t original in the slightest because i simply cannot get this blurb by @folkloresthings out of my head.  nando would keel over at the sight of you in his clothes, especially if there was a particular lack of certain undergarments. he’d pull you in by the excess material and have you right there if feasible.

anal sex — all the nando fuckers know that he’s a little freaky—can i get an amen? that being said, his experience goes a long way in helping his partner get the most out of it and making it a pleasurable experience for all parties. he’d take his time working you open, pairing it with leg-shaking orgasms to wash away any doubts in your mind. it’s a new sensation, but a welcome one at that.

minor kinks | swallowing / facials — teasing — spanking — rough sex — sloppy sex — aftercare

teasing — a tyrant on the track and one in the bedroom as well. or in the car. or at a dinner with a few too many pairs of eyes. regardless, being a tease is his favorite above all else despite his own inability to handle a healthy dose of his own medicine. 

overstimulation — this more or less goes hand-in-hand with his teasing, but he loves the way you beg when you’re coming down from one high and coasting right into another. “just one more, liebling” or “you’ve got another one, don’t you, schatz?” or “i know you can take it, kleiner hase” before making your vision go white as he wrings another orgasm from you.

morning sex — but, above all else, sebastian is a lover, and few things are quite as intimate as slow, fumbling, half-awake morning sex where you’re mumbling praises and communicating in soft, hushed sounds of pleasure. chasing sensations and desires before your mind is even fully awake takes a strong, trusting bond, and he prides himself on this with his partner.

minor kinks | cockwarming — spanking — mutual masturbation — toys — soft restraints (giving + receiving) — creampie / breeding — praise kink — dirty talk

cowgirl — this man & his obsession w/ texas—need i say more? how does that saying go, again? “save a horse…”

photos/sextape — daniel3.jpg would like a word.  he’s obsessed with this new medium, and what’s a better way to remember a spicy moment than on film? plus, when you’re traveling 200-plus days a year, you need a way to bring a piece of home with you however you can, whether that’s watching you fall apart while arching your back as he grips your shoulder tight or taking him into the back of your throat as you look up at him through damp lashes or riding his cock or or arching your back as he grips your shoulder tight…you get the picture.

threesomes — considering the way that everyone fawns over him on the grid, this man could so easily work himself into some surprising pairings. his love language is physical touch and he’s not afraid to share it. that, combined with his competitiveness and desire to please, turns into a dangerous desire for him to see you fucked out and overwhelmed by your own need for more.

minor kinks | mirror sex — dirty talk — thigh riding — facefucking — rough sex — hair pulling

rough sex — aussie grit. there’s nothing else i need to say other than he’s a wild ride.

aftercare — any rough lover worth their prowess, though, knows the importance of aftercare, and mark is no different in that regard.  he takes it very seriously and is always checking in afterward to make sure you enjoyed yourself as much as he did, peppering you in sweet kisses and warm embraces.

pussy worship — we’ve all seen the clip, right? this man knows how to eat pussy and he’s damn good at it. better yet—he loves doing it. you’d practically have to pry him off you from the overstimulation, his tongue, lips, and teeth finding alllll the right ways to make you fall apart.

minor kinks | cockwarming — spanking — possessiveness — massage — swallowing / facials

exhibitionism + voyeurism — the grid slag. he’s confident about his body and his abilities, and he’s not afraid to share. he’s not overly possessive and an unabashed hedonist to boot, so this pairing works perfectly to get his rocks off (and hopefully yours, too). he’s a little freak, and he’s not afraid to let it show!

spanking — when you’re especially mouthy (frequently to get these exact reactions) and he’s a little bold, jenson is partial to taking you over his knee and seeing how long you can keep up the act before you’re a whimpering mess. frequently this ends with him literally kissing your ass, two fingers buried knuckle deep in your dripping cunt while another toys with your too-sensitive clit.

brattiness — again, like above, he loves when you backtalk or drag your heels on him, making him work for your pleasure and, on some nights, your submission. (though, he’s not afraid to admit how fucking hot he finds it when you take control, using him for your pleasure and taking what you need. all that matters to him is raw, messy, dirty fun.)

minor kinks | threesomes — begging — degradation kink (giving + receiving) — nipple play — oral sex (giving + receiving) — toys

final note: that's all, folks! now what do you think? let me know! 🤍 as always, you can follow my writing sideblog @velvetsainz-writes​ where i reblog inspo & recs!

[andcars]

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premise. sending pics of the lingerie you're about to wear when they get to you. some react normally and the others can't wait to get to you

drivers #ㅤdaniel ricciardo, charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, max verstappen, oscar piastri tags #ㅤimagine, lingerie no detailed smut, teasing, mentions of vaping

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daniel ricciardo. he's never had a short temper but your sudden nudes with the photo of lingerie made him experience it for the first time. for an hour, he was stuck in traffic. within that hour, his boner had gone down and flagged back up twice. you would send him another photo and he would fucking lose it.

the moment he stepped through the doors of your home, he rushes to find you. you, who is relaxing on his bed wearing the fucking promised lingerie. it gets him addicted, kissing you immediately while tasting the sight in. he can't stop staring at you. the happy smiley daniel is gone. who is left is the pervert you call your boyfriend. he's happily fucking you with the panties pulled to the side, an hour of teasing finally coming to an end.

charles leclerc. it's mean. you purposely put him out of the house just to send a photo of your lingerie to him. he's groaning all the way home, wishing he was beside you instead, yet he's here carrying groceries up before he could get to fuck you.

you're already wearing lingerie. lounging on the bed, you call him over to finally reap your crop. he has other plans. as revenge, he forces you on the head of the bed as he pulls out his cock to fuck his hand. you're not allowed to touch him. you're only allowed to watch. it has you whining and moaning, rubbing your thighs together as if that would be help relieve the pressure. you want to fuck yourself on his cock. he wanted to be buried between your thighs in those underwear. this is just revenge.

lewis hamilton. it's always off season when lewis decides to vape. he's actually not addicted to it, it's true. addicts say that but this one is the truth. after the season, though, especially as stressful as this one, he rewards himself with some indulgence. he's kind enough not to let you smell it so he goes downstairs to relieve himself.

then, you send that photo. the lingerie just on the bed, waiting to be worn by you. he's hurrying his steps to go back up the apartment. he finds you and makes sure to let you taste the smoke and the flavour of the vape. it's a bit odd, you're not a fan. but what you are a fan of is how roughly he's fucking you. the pale look of the lingerie in opposite of his dark is a beautiful contrast. he fucks you hard and fast, kissing you just the same. if he would fuck you just as good as this, you would consider wearing this out more often.

max verstappen. you know that most of the drivers are addicted to padel. max has been outside for god knows how long and your patience is running thin. the gift you were planning for christmas is coming out just because you want your man to be home. with a quick pose of the lingerie on the bed, you send a picture of it to him. it's almost upsetting how quick he is to want to come home after dangling the idea of sex.

so just as punishment, you will put on a show for him. he's not allowed to touch. he's only allowed to look. max is watching you sway your hips to a song. you're determined to leave him there with blue balls as you swat away his hands. every time he's coming close, you stop and push away. you're dragging this on out of pettiness. you even think about not letting him fuck you at all. yet, you're weak to his whims. after teasing, you let the man plow your pussy into the bed.

oscar piastri. as far as you know, your boyfriend is vanilla. wearing lingerie was a gamble. he could hate it for all you know. though, you thought, that every man would appreciate good lingerie. so you order it, you take it, you send a photo of it, he's surprisingly turned on. he runs over from the opposite side of the house and tackles you on the bed. you're not even wearing it yet, you just took a picture!

he's like an overeager dog. oscar wants to watch you undress just to wear it. he wants to be the one to clasp the bra together, to pull the panties up, to brush the hair to the side. you can't help but be giddy with his excitement. he's so amused by you that he forgets to actually fuck you, too focused on being mesmerized by you. oscar is usually a vanilla man, you take the time to enjoy him being rough for once.

@Delululeclerc @coconut-dreamz @hiireadstuff @bicchaan @fallingforpvris @rtorresblog @Tribbisweetdear @Jamie2305 @mv1simp

FOOTNOTE ────── merry christmas! this is a scheduled fic so hopefully it goes well. i have a text fic posted alongside this so check that out too. happy holidays everyone !

[f1daydreamer]

The Starter Lap

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The first night with a puppy, they said, was always the hardest.

You’d read the blogs. You’d watched the videos. You were prepared for whining, for accidents, for sleepless hours pacing with a tiny, squirming ball of fur in your arms.

But what you didn’t expect was Daniel — Daniel with bedhead and bleary eyes, sitting cross-legged on the floor at 3 a.m., whispering to Turbo like he was negotiating a peace treaty with the most adorable terrorist imaginable.

“Okay, mate,” Daniel muttered, cradling Turbo gently as the puppy let out his fifth dramatic sigh of the hour. “If you let us sleep for even two hours… I’ll give you a whole steak tomorrow. Just between us boys.”

Turbo yawned and licked Daniel’s chin. Not quite a deal, but close.

You leaned against the doorway, wrapped in a blanket, trying to hide your grin. “You know you’re spoiling him already, right?”

Daniel looked up at you — sleep-rumpled, shirtless, glasses sliding down his nose — and something in your chest flipped.

He looked like home.

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, gently rocking Turbo back and forth like a newborn. “He’s cute. And I’m weak.”

You padded across the room, sinking down beside them on the living room rug. Turbo immediately wormed his way into your lap, then Daniel’s, then both at once, until you were one warm, tangled trio of limbs and puppy paws.

Daniel leaned his head against yours.

“I’m still scared, you know,” he said quietly.

You didn’t need to ask what he meant. The silence after F1. The void. The headlines. The sting of walking away from something that had once been his whole identity.

“I know,” you whispered. “But you’re not alone in it.”

Turbo let out a tiny snore, perfectly timed.

“…Apparently not,” Daniel murmured, smiling faintly. “You really think I can do this?”

“Be a puppy dad?” you teased. “You’re already a natural. I mean, you did baby-talk him through his first poop.”

“That was a proud moment,” he deadpanned.

“But seriously?” you added, curling your fingers through his. “Yeah. I think this — us, the quiet, the in-between — I think it might be the start of something better.”

Daniel didn’t answer at first. He just sat there, quiet and thoughtful, his thumb stroking circles into your palm while Turbo snuggled deeper into your shared lap.

Then, softly:

“I never knew I wanted this,” he said. “Like, not just the puppy. The… you. The waking up next to someone who looks at me like I’m still worth something. The way you didn’t flinch when I told you I wasn’t sure who I was outside of racing.”

“You’re still Daniel,” you whispered. “Not just the driver. You. That’s always been enough.”

He blinked quickly. Looked down.

“I don’t think I’ve ever let anyone love me like this before.”

You reached up, brushing a curl away from his eyes. “You’re letting me now.”

Daniel didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He just kissed you — slow, lingering, the kind of kiss that made everything else fade away.

When you pulled apart, Turbo was snoring louder.

“…Should we try to get back in bed?” you asked.

Daniel looked at the clock. “It’s already 4 a.m.”

You both stared at each other for a second before dissolving into laughter. It was the kind of laugh that came from exhaustion and love and the realization that this — all of this — was your life now. Beautiful, messy, and entirely yours.

“You go,” Daniel said, scooping Turbo into his arms like a marshmallow. “I’ll settle him.”

You hesitated, then stood, stretching with a groan. “Okay. But only if you promise to come back with warm feet.”

“No promises,” he grinned. “These feet run cold like my qualifying pace last season.”

You snorted as you walked away. “Still too soon.”

By the time Daniel slipped back under the covers twenty minutes later — Turbo nestled in his basket beside the bed, finally asleep — you were already drifting. But you felt the mattress dip, the blankets tug, the arm wrap around your waist and pull you close.

“Night, love,” he murmured into your hair.

“Night, puppy dad,” you whispered.

And just before sleep claimed you, you swore you heard Turbo sigh contentedly in his basket, like he knew — just like you did — that he’d found his forever home.

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Hey loves,

I just wanted to say a quick sorry for how short my recent one-shot was. I know it’s not what you might’ve been expecting, and I promise the next one will be longer and (hopefully) better!

Truth is, I’ve been seriously lacking inspiration lately. I’ve got over 30+ drafts sitting there, most of them unfinished, and don’t even get me started on my series—I’m completely stuck. It’s like I hit a creative wall and I just can't seem to break through it.

School hasn’t helped either… last month was packed with exams, and this week is looking just as intense. It’s been draining, mentally and emotionally, and it’s made writing really tough. I know that’s not an excuse, but I hope you understand.

I’ll probably post some very old drafts soon—they’re not my best work, but right now, they’re all I’ve got. So please be kind to those pieces, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges.

If anyone feels like sending in requests or ideas, honestly, I’d really appreciate it. Sometimes all I need is a little spark to get back into the flow.

Thank you for being patient and supportive. I’m truly sorry again, and I hope to make it up to you all soon.

[formulafics]

★ ALL THE RUMORS ARE TRUE | DR3

Scenario: in which ferarri’s favorite girl has a thing for red bulls favorite aussie, and has no shame about it. — a social media au (no face claim)

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader (romantic), charles leclerc x reader (platonic)

A/N: i did not think i’d be posting this tonight, but here we are, all thanks to tumblrs 10 image limit. (i’m too lazy to do all of this on computer, so i’ll release parts.) ALSO I am aware that I misspelt ferrari too many times in this post - please ignore it 🫶🏻

PART TWO

yn_ferrari

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yn_ferrari Another two years to go with @/charles_leclerc. Happy to be his teammate, he’s pretty cute.

charles_leclerc I’m happy to be your teammate too! Looking forward to the future ❤️ (pretending I don’t see the third picture.)

leclercsgirl IS THIS YN AND CHARLES DATING LAUNCH?

⤷ ynfanacc i’m sorry, but please be so fr. yn and charles have denied dating rumors since literally the announcement of them being teammates

⤷ formulafernando one can dream 😔

ynsnumberone YN WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES CUTE?

mv1defender can y’all be so fr for once? i think charles’ comment is enough proof that they aren’t dating and aren’t interested in each other. they’re just good friends

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ferrarifandom so glad that you aren’t leaving, yn! i love you and charles as teammates, and more importantly, i love you 😭🫶🏻

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[slutforpringles]

via: Daniel Ricciardo: Late braker | The Australian Weekend Magazine Nov 12-13 2016 | Trent Dalton

[procrastination-queenie]

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem! Actress! Reader.

Synopsis: you express your love for Danny's nose.

Or

Daniel is your favourite pickle.

Warning(s): rude interviewer, mentions of insecurities, very mild smut.

Contains a short smau at the end.

Daniel never gave much thought to how he looked in general, not the physical aspect at least. Style wise, yeah, of course, as a world-famous athlete, he has to take care of how he looks, but that's mostly up to his stylist, especially during important events; such as this one.

Daniel was currently attending one of the most famous awards shows in the entire world, the Oscars, with you, his girlfriend. And never had he thought that someone, particularly an interviewer, would be questioning you about his looks, his physical look, specifically his nose.

"I am sorry, what?" You questioned with a frown on your face. "I just wanted to know what you think of Daniel's nose? Isn't it ... ugh I'd say too big? Has he thought about plastic surgery before?"

You continue to look at the interviewer in disbelief as you try to remain professional. Your facial expressions are not really your best friend. It has betrayed you many times on numerous occasions.

Throughout your entire career, you have learnt that interviewers like these with questions like that are trying to do two things: either provoke you to try and give something to the audience, which is most likely the aim of this question, or they just take the liberty of seeing you as a close friend who they can nag for information about your life. However, even your closest of friends never asked a question like this.

So, as a professional actress and a very loving girlfriend, you played out this situation in a smart way... by truly telling the interviewer how you felt about Danny's nose.

"Oh," you took your time to look at the interviewer before turning to Daniel, who you felt started to withdraw his grip over your waist. Daniel saw nothing in your eyes except love. Your brows were raised in concern and your lips pouty. "Baby, what's wrong with your nose?" You faked concern as you put both of your hands on each side of his face as if inspecting it. Danny chuckled at your adorable act. You asked him in a voice that he heard all the time when you were playing with his nephew. His eyes only focused on you, still holding his face between the palms of your hands, you turned to look at the interviewer with a funny look, as if the man was seeing things.

"I see nothing wrong with him," you almost whispered, turning to look back at Daniel as you stood on your toes to reach him. Daniel thought that you would give him a peck on the lips. Instead, you went for his nose and gave it a gentle kiss. He stood there in awe, looking like a love sick puppy that was wagging its tail happily while looking at the owner of his heart.

"He looks perfect to me. Actually, his nose looks like the Greek status that we see in museums," you said looking back at the interviewer who now grew annoyed by the fact that he couldn't get a reaction out of you or Daniel. "In fact, I think you're jealous because you wish you had a nose like his," you stated as a matter of fact.

The interviewer growing more uncomfortable by the second tried to end the conversation, seeing that you saw through him and did not give him what he wanted.

Daniel, on the other hand, couldn't keep his hand off you all night wanting nothing than to keep you in his arms, loving you, away from any preying eyes. It did not help after you had won the best actress award for your recent film, making him feel like he had won the world championship again.

That night, you straddled Daniel's naked waist wearing nothing but your undergarments and the chemise he had for the Oscars. Both of you, hair looked wild after all the love making you spent doing, feeling so proud of each other. You were staring at his face while your hand was tracing his cheeks softly. "You didn't have to answer that guy tonight, you know." Daniel said, feeling that it was not worth your effort to speak to someone like him. Your hands halted their soft tracing as you looked at him, listening to what he has to say on this. "I've dealt with interviewers like him before. He was not worth your time," Daniel said as his lips kissed your palm that rested on his cheek, eyes refusing to look at yours.

"Hey, look at me," you gently kept his head in its place, preventing him from moving it anywhere. Daniel raised his eyes to meet yours as your fingers continued to trace his cheek again. "I meant every word of what I said that night." Your fixed look on his eyes reflected nothing but sincerity. "Danny, if I could spend the rest of my life listing what I love about you, I'd do it, and it would never be enough," your eyes glistening as you recalled all times that you felt unworthy of his love, and because you didn't want the comment of a stupid ass interviewer to make him feel what you felt at your moments of insecurity. Daniel deserved to be loved for everything that he is. He will always own your heart in a way that no one has ever, or will ever do.

"Baby, what are you tearing up for now?" Daniel hated himself for ruining the mood. He wiped your tears as he took you in his arms. "It's just... I- I love you so much, and I would hate for you to be brought down by someone like that asshole," you sniffed as you hugged Daniel tightly. Daniel sighed as he hugged you back, putting his chin on top of your head.

"And I wanted everyone to know and for you to know that no matter what, you're pretty in my eyes,"

"even if you're turned into a jar of pickles, I would still love you the same," Daniel stiffled a laugh as he moved his head to try and get a look of your face that he's sure is all pouty.

"Yeah, but you'd still love me because you love pickles,"

"Yeah, well, I love you more, though." Daniel laughed so hard as he kissed your forehead. "Oh, wow. I feel special,"

"You should,"

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Romantic homicide | DR3 x Reader

pairing . . . daniel ricciardo x ex!reader

summary . . . Deciding to call Daniel after you two broke up, you never expected to hang up with the possibility of getting back together

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

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. . . The rain beat gently against the window, the steady rhythm almost lulling you into a sense of calm. It had been a long week, one of those weeks where time felt like it moved slower, and everything felt like a blur.

The day was dim, the gray sky casting a quiet haze over everything. You sat on your bed, legs tucked under the soft comforter, phone in hand. Daniel's name glowed on the screen, a reminder of something you couldn’t quite shake.

You hadn’t talked in weeks. Months, really. A whole season of races had gone by without a single message exchanged between the two of you.

No texts. No calls. Just silence.

It wasn’t like you were mad. Not really. It wasn’t even that you hated him. It was just that... things had faded. Like the tracks he raced on, slippery, uncertain, fading into the distance.

Your relationship had been one of those summer flings that felt so perfect, so effortless, in the beginning. The kind that starts in the heat of the moment and then, before you know it, slips away with the change of seasons.

You’d spent those days wrapped up in him. His laughter, his presence, his passion for racing. It had all felt so real. So natural. But time has a way of wearing things down, of shifting priorities, and in the end, that’s all it was. Just a memory.

Still, you couldn’t forget it. And maybe that was your mistake. Maybe it was a mistake to hold on to the ghost of something that was never going to happen again.

But even with the fading memories and the lingering pain, you missed him. You missed the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his next race, the way he’d laugh at the stupidest jokes, and how everything felt right when he was near.

You stared at the phone in your hands. You should’ve deleted his contact by now. Should’ve let it go. But you hadn’t.

You could hear his voice in your head, his teasing tone, the way he always said, "You think too much, you know that?".

And maybe you did. Maybe you thought about him too much. Maybe that was your downfall. But there was something about him, something about his presence, that made you feel like you could just let go. Like you could trust him. If only...

You took a deep breath, glancing out the window. The rain was starting to slow down, leaving behind the smell of wet concrete and fresh air. You could feel your pulse quicken, your heart racing a little faster than it should. You hadn’t planned on reaching out, but somehow, the weight of silence had become unbearable.

You unlocked your phone, fingers hovering over the screen. The message you had typed out earlier in the week was still sitting there, unsent. It was simple. Just a few words. "Hey, how have you been?".

But every time you went to send it, something stopped you. Something held you back.

And now here you were again, caught in the same cycle of hesitation. Should you send it? Should you not?

Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your hand, snapping you from your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the name flash on the screen.

Danny Ric.

Your thumb hovered over the screen. You could answer. You could see what he had to say. You could ignore the creeping anxiety that gnawed at you, telling you to let him be.

Maybe he’s just checking in, you thought. Maybe it’s just a casual thing.

You tapped the green icon before you could second guess yourself.

The phone clicked, and the line rang. You braced yourself for the familiar voice, for the warmth you hadn’t heard in so long.

"Hello?" His voice was a little breathless, as if he’d just gotten out of a car or off a plane. But it was still him.

Daniel.

The man whose name you’d been saying in your head for weeks, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

"Hi," you said, your voice sounding a little shaky, like you hadn’t used it in forever. Why am I so nervous?

"Hey, it’s been a while," he said, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone, but also a trace of something else. Something softer, almost nostalgic. "How are you?"

Your mouth went dry as you thought about the answer. You could say 'fine' or 'good'.

You could lie. You could say the last few months hadn’t been difficult, that you hadn’t thought about him every single day.

But you knew that wasn’t the truth. And if there was one thing you’d always been good at, it was being honest. At least with him.

"I’ve been okay," you said, the words coming out slow and measured. "Just… thinking about things."

"Yeah? What kind of things?" His voice was gentle, like he was trying to find his way back into your world.

You swallowed, the lump in your throat growing. "Us. I guess. Everything that happened, and why it ended the way it did."

The silence that followed was heavy, thick. You could hear the faint hum of his breath on the other end of the line, the absence of words filling the space between you both.

Finally, Daniel spoke again, his voice quieter now. "I didn’t want it to end like that. You know that, right? It wasn’t easy."

"I know," you said softly. "But distance... racing... it just... you were always gone. I couldn’t keep waiting for something that wasn’t there anymore."

There was another long pause. You could hear the sound of a car in the background. Maybe he was in his hotel room, or on the move again.

"I didn’t want to be the one to hurt you," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "But I think I did anyway."

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his words settle deep inside you. The truth was always a little harder to swallow, but it felt real, at least. Like maybe you both hadn’t given up just yet.

You opened your eyes, staring out the window again. The rain had stopped completely now, leaving the air crisp and clear. But the world still felt unsettled.

You couldn’t undo the past, but maybe, just maybe, you could find a way forward.

"Do you think we could try again?" You whispered, before you even realized you’d said it out loud.

The pause that followed felt like an eternity. Then, softly, Daniel’s voice came through, full of hesitation and hope. "I don’t know, but maybe we can try... talking again. See where it goes."

You smiled softly, a tear slipping down your cheek.

"Yeah," you murmured, "Let's see where it goes."

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Just casually imagining that DR wants cockwarming.....

heyyy i am soo sorry this has been rotting in my drafts for so long, thank you for the request, lots of love , hope you like it, its not my best work sorry

Title: In Between Moments Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo X fem!GF!reader Warnings: suggestive and smut, 18 and below DNI!!!

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The night had settled in, the room bathed in a soft golden glow from the bedside lamp. You and Daniel lay beneath the covers, bodies tangled together in that perfect, quiet intimacy that always seemed to find you after long, chaotic days. The race weekend had been exhausting—adrenaline and stress running high—but here, in this room, everything was calm. Everything was just you and him.

Daniel’s arm draped lazily around your waist as he pulled you closer, his chest warm and solid against your back. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck, a light, absent-minded kiss that made you smile.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and drowsy, but with that familiar playful edge, “I’ve been thinking.”

You chuckled softly, already anticipating the teasing that would follow. “That’s a dangerous habit.”

His fingers traced circles on your stomach, the pads of his fingers warm against your skin. “Maybe,” he admitted with a laugh of his own, “but hear me out. I have a… suggestion.”

Turning slightly to glance at him over your shoulder, you could see the mischief dancing in his brown eyes. He looked utterly content, relaxed in that post-race bliss that only came with moments like these. “I’m listening,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Daniel’s hand slid lower on your waist, and you could feel the heat of his body pressed against you, growing firmer. He shifted beneath you, his lips now trailing lazy kisses down your neck. “What if we just… stayed like this,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

You raised your eyebrow, smirking as you turned fully to face him. “Like this, huh?”

He nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand slid down to cup your hips, pulling you even closer. “Yeah. Close. No rush. Just… warm and cozy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Are you asking me to cockwarm, Ricciardo?”

The slow grin that spread across his face was unmistakable. His brown eyes darkened with playful desire, and his voice dropped to a soft murmur. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds even better.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, but there was no denying the warmth that spread through your chest at his request. There was something so intimate about the idea, something deeper than just physical closeness. With a teasing smile, you shifted on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling him hard beneath you.

Daniel’s hands settled on your thighs, his fingers lightly pressing into your skin as he gazed up at you with that boyish grin that always melted your heart. “I’m a lucky guy, aren’t I?”

You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear. “Very lucky,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you guided him into you, sinking down until you were completely joined, your bodies fitting together like they were made for this. There was no rush, no urgency—just the feeling of him inside you, warm and steady, grounding you both in the moment.

Daniel let out a soft groan, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as his head fell back against the pillow. “God, you feel… perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with affection.

You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his as your hands found their way into his curls, twisting gently. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The fullness of him inside you, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, it was all you needed. Daniel’s hands roamed lazily over your back, his touch slow and soothing as he hummed contentedly beneath you.

“You know,” he said after a while, his voice a low murmur, “this might be my favorite thing.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking down at him. “Really? Out of everything?”

He chuckled softly, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist, holding you close. “Okay, maybe not everything,” he admitted, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “But it’s definitely up there. It’s like… I get to have all of you without any rush. Just you, me, and this moment.”

His words sent a warm shiver through you, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips, savoring the gentle way his lips molded to yours. “You’re a sap, Ricciardo,” you teased, though your voice was full of affection.

“Only for you, baby,” he replied, his grin widening as he kissed you back, his hands wandering down your back, tracing every curve and line.

You let out a soft laugh, shifting slightly against him, feeling the way his body reacted to the slightest movement. His breath hitched, but he didn’t push for more. Instead, he just watched you with half-lidded eyes, his smile soft and full of love.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands caressed your sides.

You felt your heart swell at his words, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Maybe we should,” you whispered back, brushing your lips against his again.

Daniel’s eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you deeply, his hands pulling you even closer. For a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist. It was just the two of you, tangled together in the quiet of the night, completely lost in each other.

When the kiss finally broke, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you stayed connected, both physically and emotionally. “You really like this, don’t you?” you asked, your voice soft as you traced a finger along his jawline.

Daniel smiled, his eyes full of warmth as he gazed up at you. “What’s not to like? I get to have you all to myself, no distractions, no rush. Just… us.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at the tenderness in his voice. This was why you loved him. Not just for the playful banter and the mischief, but for moments like this, when he showed you just how much he cherished being with you.

Leaning down, you pressed another kiss to his lips, slower this time, savoring the way he responded, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss.

When you pulled back, his eyes were half-closed, a lazy smile on his lips. “You know,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection, “if this is what every night is gonna be like, I’m gonna be one very happy man.”

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his curls again. “You’re impossible, Ricciardo.”

“Only for you,” he replied with a wink, his hands squeezing your hips playfully. “But seriously… can we make this a regular thing?”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “What, cockwarming?”

Daniel grinned, his hands wandering back to your thighs, his thumbs tracing lazy circles. “Exactly. It’s cozy, it’s warm, and… well, it’s you. What more could I want?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shaking your head as you leaned down to kiss him again. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he quipped, his voice full of warmth.

You rolled your eyes again, but your heart fluttered at the way he said it, so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was. With Daniel, everything felt easy. Even the quiet moments like this, where nothing much happened except the shared warmth between your bodies, felt perfect.

For a long while, you both stayed like that, simply enjoying the closeness, the quiet intimacy. Daniel’s hands continued their lazy exploration of your body, his touch light and affectionate, as if he was memorizing every inch of you. His breathing was slow and steady beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm that made you feel completely at ease.

Eventually, Daniel let out a contented sigh, his voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I think I could get used to this.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. “I think I already have.”

His fingers threaded through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Good,” he murmured, his voice full of affection. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax fully against him. In this moment, everything felt right. No distractions, no rush—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, completely at peace.

And as you drifted off to sleep, Daniel’s arms still wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[81pastrys]

Grid Flirt

Part 7 / 13

Summary— A new contract splayed in front of her, but she has unfinished business with Red Bull.

Warnings— horrible mother ; clubbing ;Danny ric and Logan Sargeant mention :/

A/N— this one is just filler basically

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Later on in the week I’m in my own home, relaxing. My manager calls and I pick up. “Guess who’s the new McLaren driver?” She asked.

“No fucking way?” I say excited. “Seriously they’ll sign me?!”

“Yes ma’am, contract signing is tomorrow.”

“Perfect!! Give me a time and place I’ll be there.”

We talk it out and then I call Lando. “Heyyy Diaz!” He answers.

“Guess who’s gonna sign for McLaren?” I drag out.

“No way!” He says. “Congrats love! You deserve every bit of it!” He said.

We talk for a bit more and then his manager calls him and we end our call. I revel in the excitement and call papi as well. “Mi flor!”

“Papi! I’m signing for McLaren tomorrow!” I say excited.

“That’s mi hija!” He said. “I’m so proud of you!”

We talk for ages and then end the call. I debate with myself to call Max. Instead of calling him I cry. I end up calling him in the middle of it. He answers and I don’t say anything.

“Hello?” He asked. “Are you there Díaz?”

“I’m sorry.” I say sniffling. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay!” He says. “You deserve better than to be treated like that.”

“I know but I’m gonna miss you.” I say. “I love having you as a teammate and I don’t know if I can do it without you by my side.”

“If you keep performing the way you are, you’ll do amazing anywhere you go.” He reassured me. “You should be celebrating, not crying over losing me as a teammate.”

“I’ve told you I don’t know how to celebrate.” I laugh. “Losing you is just so hard.”

“Well I’m already on my way, so get ready.” He said. “We’re going out and celebrating and you can tell me all about it.”

“On your way?” I ask. “No, no don’t ruin your own day to comfort me!”

“Sweetheart, I wasn’t doing anything today until you called.” He said. “I hope you’re getting ready, I’m 20 out.”

“Max..” I drag out. “Fine I’ll get ready.”

I roll my eyes and we stay on the phone while I get ready. He arrives to my house and rings the bell.

“I’m ready, what are we doing?” I ask.

“Well it is dinner time, so dinner first.” He said.

We leave my house and head to a restaurant to eat. It isn’t long before fans find out and start rumors and ask for signatures. My dad calls while I’m signing someone’s shirt and I answer.

“Hello?” I say.

“Mi flor!” He answers. “How is it going?”

“Good! I’m out eating dinner with Max right now.”

“Well that’s sweet, did you tell anyone else?”

“Yeah Lando why?”

“Your mother wants to talk to you, you should call her and let her know you’re fine.” He said. “She saw the replays of your tantrums and isn’t happy with me.”

“With you?” I ask. “Why hasn’t she called me?”

“Ehhh she blames me because I gave you that attitude mi flor.” He laughed. “Give her a call.”

“Okay papi, I will.” I say. “I’ll call you back when I do.”

He hangs up and I look at Max, who just finished getting the fans away. “What was that about?” He asked.

“My mom isn’t very happy I blew up.” I say. “I’ll call her when we leave.”

We finish dinner and get into Max’s car. I call my mom and get an immediate yell through the phone. I put it on speaker and let her yell.

“You lost your contract?!” She finished.

“Yes mami, I lost my contract.” I say.

“You should’ve reacted better mi hija! That was unacceptable and no one will want to sign you!”

“I know mami, but McLaren already did.”

“McLaren?” She asked disgusted. “You’re going downhill! Red Bull was your future!” I lost it when she said that.

“Mami, they put failed parts in my car, it was a death machine!” I say. “Would you rather me be dead on a track or sign another team that won’t fail me?”

“Mi hija! This is part of racing!” She said. “Parts fail, so what?”

“They put them in the car!” I say. “That’s illegal!”

“And what if they worked?” She asked.

“It doesn’t matter mami!” I start yelling back. “I won the race with previous parts, congratulate me or something!?”

“You didn’t deserve that win.” She said. “After disrespecting your team leader like that!”

I hang up on her rolling my eyes. Max laughs and I join. “What the fuck?”

“She’s got something going on with RedBull.” Max said. “Why is she acting like Horner?”

“She’s always been that way, pessimist all the way.” I say. I call my dad and have him on speaker. “Hello papi.”

“Hello mi flor, how’d it go?”

“Oh you know, she’s not only mad I had a tantrum, she’s mad I left for McLaren.”

“Sounds about right!” He laughed. “That’s why I left her. She never saw good in things mi hija.”

“I don’t understand it, I’m still with Max.” I say trying to change the subject. “We don’t know what to do.”

“Ahhh tell him I said hi!” He started. “You could go bowling?”

“Bowling?” I ask. “Ehhh.”

“Go clubbing!”

“Last time I did that I said something’s I shouldn’t have.” I say looking at max.

“That’s life mi flor, live it to the fullest!”

“Okay papi, well I’ll text you when we decide.”

“Ok mi flor, I love you and be safe!”

“We will be papi, I love you.”

We hang up, Max looking at me. “Clubbing?”

“You know what, why not.” I say agreeing.

We go clubbing and have some fun, mostly just dancing seductively together and barely drinking. Once too many fans crowd us, we leave and go to a new club. At one club we sit in a round booth and relax a bit, not many people present. After a little while we see some familiar faces. Sargeant and Riccardo are also there. They see us and join us.

“Hey you guys!” Daniel says, sitting down.

“Hiii!” I say. “What are you guys doing out here?”

“Well it’s my last night here, so I’m making the most of it.” Logan comments.

“Well I’m glad I got to see you before you leave!” I say.

“I told you she isn’t mean.” Daniel whispered.

“Who said she was mean?” Max laughed. “Or are you basing it off of the last race?”

“Last race was wild.” Logan said. “Never got the full story on that.”

“Long story short, Max cover your ears, Horners a piece of shit.”

“Welcome to the club Díaz.” Daniel laughed. “He treated me the same way.”

“Yeah when you’re not me, he doesn’t like you.” Max said.

“I just saw you blow up in the paddock and was concerned.” Logan said. “Before and after is crazy.”

“Well when you grew up not to take shit as a prize.” I shrug. “Papi didn’t play when teaching me about racing.”

“Oh god, so you know more than we’d think.” Daniel said.

“Oh yeah, I know all the rules and all the ways to avoid penalties and such.” I say. “Even the older ones that they retired.”

“Alonso seems like the type to make you remember that.” Logan laughed.

We talk for a bit longer, until fans crowd and we leave. Max and I called it a night, but suggested other clubs for the other boys to try. Max drove back to my house. He walks me to my door and hugs me goodnight. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Max.” I giggle as he walks from my doorstep.

Fun and interesting duo.

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━━ ❝ ( VINTAGE NIGHT ) lewis is the type to bring you massive throwbacks when you have your dates together. whether that be something like having a movie night, watching an old movie together, going to an 80s themed arcade, or just dancing to music until the two of you pass out from exhaustion. your dates are made with love and filled with nostalgia with both of your's childhoods. lewis will hold your hand and kiss you the night away. your hearts fill with so many emotions its overflowing.

━━ ( DOG DAYS ) it'd be criminal if your date doesn't include leo. charles loves that dog as much as he loves you—he doesn't admit that he loves him a tad more than you. still, you two hang out at anywhere that allows the royal leo. the park is, of course, the obvious choice. the two of you pack sandwiches together and bring dog treats for leo. he's going to be lounging around happily while the two of you have a cute picnic date.

━━ ( QUITE ADVENTUROUS ) it's not a secret that daniel loves the thrill. he was an f1 driver for fuck's sake. so it's not surprising that he takes you somewhere new and exciting for the two of you. when he was done with formula 1, he keeps bringing you to different places the world has to offer. sometimes it's a crowded club across oceans just to try a special drink, maybe it's surrounded by plants and nature that you both forgo your phones, or simply attend concerts that blare music both of you don't know. it's always something news. it also has your heart racing.

━━ ( COUCH PRINCESS ) max has a life that is full of adrenaline. sometimes, he just wants to calm down. you two find each other walking down the streets of monaco, hand in hand together. some days you don't even walk out. the perfect date is just sitting on both of your computers and playing a game together. you ask him to play minecraft and he asks you to play on his sim. it's an exchange every other free week and it's a comfortable routine.

━━ ( ONE REQUIREMENT ) surprisingly, or not, it's you who plan your dates than franco. it's not that he's lazy to think of them, no. he's just satiated enough to be with you. he loves your attention and he loves your fucking company. some date ideas like movie nights or attending a club makes your attention stray. he likes to see you having fun but come on, he wants your attention after busy days of racing. so you take the reigns as long as you're still kissing him every five seconds.

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FOOTNOTE ────── FINALLY I GOT TO WRITE A BIT OF FRANCOOO i'm going insane over all these drivers and the lack of racing this week feels like hell. even when i've experienced months without it <//3

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Monaco lover - d.ricciardo

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requested: n

pairings: Daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: with Daniel not racing, he begins to find new hobbies with his wife.

warnings: established relationships + fluff

a/n: only right I post for daniels bday!!

the basket in his hand is beginning to get heavier by the second, as you keep adding fresh fruits and vegetables from the little local farmers market.

you’re more than hours away from the loud music, busy streets, and the infamous Monaco circuit. your new home is a perfect escape from the city of formula 1.

it was Daniels decision to move away from the big lights and party animals after he no longer had a seat on the 2023 grid. he wanted a reset on life, and there was no perfect way to do it than far away from the cameras.

“you think we have enough to feed everyone?” you look at the overgrowing basket in his arms. leaves of lettuce and kale are hanging out brushing against his thighs as you walk up and down the slow streets.

“more than enough.” he assured you with a chuckle. it’s been weird to have Daniel home so often. you don’t hate it, formula 1 once took the man you loved and wore him down into a shell of himself. now away from the McLaren and happily in a reserve seat for Red Bull, you can begin to see that smile brighten everyday.

“well then let’s go home and wash everything, I’m starving.” you loop your arm through his and let him lead the way to your car, one he knows he won’t get caught or stopped in.

it’s not hard to be recognized, he’s had neighbors stop him while mowing the lawn or gardening with you, but they mostly respect your space unlike the people of Monte Carlo, where the flashing of cameras never stop.

“what are you going to eat first? those strawberries looked really tasty.” he sets the basket in the back seat, before opening your passenger door planting a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I was thinking about those peaches, but now that you say the strawberries, I might have to join you on that.”

“not if I finish them first.”

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you can’t tell if he’s bored or if he genuinely enjoys cutting the grass, gardening, and the small town farmers markets. you know there’s a certain thrill he’s missing, and maybe he does all these things to occupy his mind of the itch to get back.

but right now, he’s deep into a conversation with your neighbors about the lawn and your backyard garden. he’s showing them the vegetables, herbs, fruits, and flowers he’s planted like they are his children.

it’s weird to you, to see him this way, because all you ever knew was Daniel ricciardo, the racer of fast cars. now he’s the friendly helpful neighborhood hand.

“so you and the misuses are going away next week? where to?” you watch Daniel mock the man’s stance, hands on his hips nodding along as they walk to the backyard.

“just Miami, we shouldn’t be gone for too long.”

“Miami? what are you doing down there?” he asks, quizzical look taking his face. the perks of being away from the chaos of Monte Carlo, meant not everyone in this little small town knew Daniel. and that included your elder neighbors who loved you both dearly.

“just some work stuff, nothing crazy.”

“I thought you were unemployed?”

Daniel laughs, you can hear it from where you sit on the couch, “it’s a lot more complicated than unemployed.” and it truly was, while Daniel was bringing home the big bucks from not driving for mclaren, he anxiously awaits an opportunity for a Red Bull seat this season. some say unemployed delusions, Daniel calls it optimism.

he shakes his head, “you kids these days, you keep me on my toes.” he pats Daniels shoulder, “make sure you two come over later for dessert, okay?”

“oh we wouldn’t miss it.” Daniel waves him off before going inside to find you still wrapped up in the blankets, but this time wide awake with a smile.

“you have fun with your friend?” you sit upright crawling onto your knees to meet him for a kiss. he just laughs wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing s kiss to those lovely lips he calls home.

“I hope when I’m older I turn out to be just like him. tan, happy, and always making dessert.” he laughs a little hoping his future turns out like that. he’s already got the most perfect wife, and soon enough he’ll have the most perfect little family.

“he does make some stellar desserts. his wife is lucky, I wonder when my husband will start making me desserts.” you joke recalling when Daniel attempted to make boxed brownies, and somehow burnt them to a cracker.

“I’ll just stick with growing you fresh fruit and veggies, how about that?”

“I’ll take it.”