#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 🐂

[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!

[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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[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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Y/UserName Forever, my favourite pickle.🥹✨️🥒

danielricciardo love you, too sweetheart ❤️ why the teary eyed emoji tho? 🥹

↬ Lilymhe @/danielricciardo, come get your gf. She's drunk and won't stop talking about pickles.🫠

↬danielricciardo omw 🏃‍♂️💨

FanUser1 I am feeling more and more single with each post 🙂

FanUser2 @/FanUser3 wake up. Mum is emotional and drunk, again.

FanUser4 We appreciate a drunk girlfriend in love 🤌🏻❤️

landonorris Did she just call you a pickle? 😂

↬maxverstappen1 I'm intrigued 👀

↬danielricciardo y'all just jealous you don't get to have cute pet names like me. 🙄

FanUser5 not Daniel actually taking the pet name seriously 😂

georgerussell63 @/carmenmmundt why am I not your pickle, too? 🥹

↬carmenmmundt George, you hate pickles. 🌚

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[andcars]

★ 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗗..?

f1 drivers x gn!reader , MV33 CL16 DR3 LH44 GR63 LS2

TAGS . . . # gender neutral reader , crack , mentioned/referenced sex FIC STYLE. . . # texts

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[thebearchives]

miss you so | DR3

PAIR. daniel ricciardo x model!reader

SUMM. all good things must come to an end, and unfortunately, you and daniel weren’t an exception.

TYPE. smau (fc: anne hathaway)

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[thatsdemko]

Monaco lover - d.ricciardo

masterlist

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.”

—

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.”

[cecoeur]

There's something poetic about him being touched by sunlight | 📸 - Bryn Lennon

[mariclerc]

hello, i have a poly request. danny ric x single mom and they're just starting their relationship and max somehow finds his way into it and in the beginning it's smooth sailing just him and his two "friends" and the kid but then he beginns to question his feelings and gets insecure etc. but danny and reader notice it and they talk and in the end they're one (not so) little happy family?

Thanks for this request!! It's the first time I write something about Max and Daniel, it's a little short so I hope you like it!!

Three plus one | dr3 & mv1

Summary: your partner's best friend somehow enters your relationship Warnings: insecure Max and fluff.

request by: @kigieri

You and Daniel have been dating for a couple of months now, at first it was quite awkward for you to date, being a single mom and going on a date looking for your ideal match it didn't feel good, or at least not to you. But when you introduced him to your little Ally it was like everything was in its perfect place, Daniel is someone quite nice and who can easily adapt to everything and, honestly, you were grateful for that.

So now you find yourself in the comfort of your apartment as you make a light dinner for the three of you and while he plays with Ally to build with blocks.

“Wow Ally, you're a real pro at this! You're going to be a champion builder one day!” Daniel laughs.

Ally giggles. “I'm gonna build big towers!” she smiles.

You smile, leaning against the counter. Your heart melts watching them interact. “She's so happy with you Dan” you say softly.

Daniel turns to look at you. “I know, right? It’s incredible, it's like she’s got so much energy.” he smiles warmly.

A comfortable silence falls between you. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Yeah, she's a whirlwind.” you giggle.

Daniel gets up and walks towards you. “Hey, are you okay babe? You seem a bit quiet.”

You look down, avoiding his gaze. “I’m fine. Just... thinking.” you say softly.

He cups your face gently. “Look at me. You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You meet his gaze, your heart pounding. “It’s just that... everything is moving so fast... I mean, I’ve never felt this way before.” you say hesitantly.

He smiles reassuringly at you. “I know it’s a lot to take in baby. But I want you to know that, I’m in this for the long haul. I really care about you and Ally.”

You feel a lump forming on your throat. “Thank you Danny... That means a lot to me!” you smile shyly.

Daniel pulls you into a gentle hug.

“I promise, I’ll always be there for you both, okay?” he says in a whisper and you close your eyes, feeling safe and loved.

***

A few weeks later, the atmosphere is still warm and inviting. Ally is a little sleepy as she snuggles up next to you while you and Daniel are on the couch, watching a movie.

“Can you believe she’s already learning to count? It's amazing.” he says while smiling.

You giggle. “I know, right? It feels like just yesterday she was crawling. Now she's a big girl!”

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and Daniel gets up to answer it while you put Ally to her bed.

“Hey Max! What a surprise, come in mate.” says Daniel, somewhat surprised by Max's presence.

Max enters the apartment, he’s clearly out of breath. “Sorry, I just finished a run around the block. I hope I'm not bothering you, I just wanted to pay you a visit.” He says, scratching the back of his neck.

Daniel smiles. “No mate, it’s okay. You can come by here whenever you want!”

You come back from putting Ally to bed and greet Max, the atmosphere in the apartment is nice and light, you find out that Max is a pretty calm person despite all the things they always say about him.

Over the next few weeks, Max becomes a regular visitor in your apartment. His charm and easygoing nature make him a natural with Ally and you couldn't be more grateful for it. However, things start to shift subtly...

One night you and Daniel were alone on the couch.

“Have you noticed Max lately? He seems... off, I don't know what's wrong with him.” you say a little concerned about the situation.

Daniel nods at your words. “Yeah, I have noticed... He’s been quieter, more withdrawn... Something is definitely wrong.”

You two drink simultaneously from your cups of tea, there’s a long pause as you both contemplate the situation.

Suddenly you speak up. “I think he might be feeling insecure about something... I don't know, but my hunch tells me so.”

“Maybe love. He’s always been so confident and awesome.” he says in a whisper.

A few days later, Max is in the apartment and Daniel decides to talk to him... Or rather, Max decides to confess.

“I don’t want to mess things up mate... I just don't know what's wrong with me.” he say hesitantly.

“Hey, we’re friends, right? You can tell me anything mate, you know that neither I nor y/n are going to judge you.” he says while putting a hand on Max's shoulder.

Max let out a sigh. “Well, the thing is that... I think I’m falling for you both. And I know it’s complicated, and I don’t want to come between you and I care about Ally too.”

Daniel is quiet for a moment, searching for the necessary words to tell Max.

Daniel smiles. “Max, I care about you a lot. And I think we’re building something special here, maybe we should talk about this with y/n.”

Later that evening, the three of you have a heart-to-heart conversation. It’s a vulnerable and emotional exchange, but in the end, you decide to explore this new dynamic together.

“I love you both guys and I think we can make this work! Also Ally will be super happy that you are here with us day and night.” You say with a smile on your face as you hold Max and Daniel's hands.

As the night deepens, the three of you share a tender moment, realizing that love can take many forms. A new chapter begins, filled with both excitement and uncertainty.

[mxstellatayte]

if i had a dollar for every time teams signed a blonde german twink to be a menace to his dark haired teammate id have $3 which really isn't a lot in f1 terms but it's weird that it happened 3 times right

[slutforpringles]

visacashapprb: Reliving Daniel’s first F1 victory as we head back to the track where it all happened 🇨🇦 📸: @vladimirrys

[c0eu4]

I know this one is a little sad but

Do you think you could write one of the drivers finding their gfs self offing note? And one of the thoughts running through his mind thinking that she was introverted but she was always happy?

DR3 | What happened?

danielricciardo x fem!depress!reader

Summary : When Daniel found your suicide note.

Warning : suicide note, depression, fluff, hurt/comfort

A/n : Here, reader is depressed. It includes everything like lack of hygiene, no motivation... Please, do not read this if it can trigger you!

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Daniel jumps on you and wraps his arms around you. He attacks your face with kisses, until it takes your breath away and makes you groan in displeasure.

''c'mon babe, get up!'' He told you as he continued his kisses and moved them down to your neck.

''Mhhh Dan! Move!'' You lazily push him away, rolling him onto the other side of the bed. He rolls onto his side, raising his head as he rests his head in his hand. He uses his other hand to clear your face of the few strands of hair hiding your face, tucking them behind your ears. But you push his hand away again and put the hood of your sweater on, then sink back into the blanket, pulling it up to your nose.

Daniel sighs. He noticed that you haven't been feeling well lately. You spend all your time in the bedroom and he has to force you out of bed every morning to take you somewhere. And sometimes he even has to remind you to do simple things like eating. Last meal, he feeds you, almost shoves food into your mouth because you were 'not hungry'.

But the most odd in that, it's that you're like that just with him. Whenever you're at the race with him, with people, you're someone else. You're talkative and the first to initiate the conversation. So he thought you just weren't in good mood because of the winter.

He ends up getting up, mainly because the position he's in is hurting his arm. He opens the curtains and pulls the duvet off of you, making you react.

''Daniel!'' You shouted at him and tried to grab back the duvet but only felt the sheet of the bed. You feel arms wrap around your waist and lift you up so easily. You don't say anything and let yourself do so, while Daniel carries you to force you to stand up.

''C'mon! We said we had to sort the whole house today.'' He rummages through your closet, pulling out an old t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts, then gives them to you.

''Get ready babe, I'm not gonna do this all alone.'' He kisses you tenderly and leaves the room to give you some privacy.

He noticed that too. You both don't do things anymore. He can understand that you need space, but at this point? How long ago was the last time he saw you naked? You don't even remember.

You change lazily, and join Daniel in the kitchen. In front of your usual place on the stool, you find a slightly burnt plate of pancakes, and you can't help but smile softly. He does his best. You know that he knows.

You force yourself to eat your pancakes while Daniel is already starting to sort through the few things lying around in the kitchen. He asks you from time to time if you keep this or that thing. Once your breakfast is finished, you clear your plate and help him sort the kitchen.

Time passes and you clean every room in the house from top to bottom. You decide to finish with the room that will probably take the longest to complete, your bedroom. Daniel digs under the bed, pulling out old boxes full of different things that you didn’t unpack when you moved in. You take care of sorting the wardrobe, folding and rearranging the clothes.

Daniel digs under your side of the bed and finds a small shoebox. He sits on the bed and opens the box, while watching out of the corner of his eye that you aren't watching him do so. He hates doing that, going through your stuff. But your health is starting to worry him so much that he feels the need to do it, to reassure himself.

Inside the box, there are a few papers. He recognizes a drawing that his niece drew for you, and a smile appears on his face. There is a pearl bracelet, the one that a Daniel fan gave you two years ago. He finds a jewelry bag, it's in this bag that he gave you the necklace you wear all the time. He quickly understands that in this box, there are things that you value very much. He recognizes your diary, you write in it every evening and he never thought to look at it. He takes it in his hands and a paper falls out of it. He puts the diary down and opens the paper that was folded in half. He looks at you again, and checks that you are still focused on your task of tidying the wardrobe. He returns his attention to the piece of paper he holds in his hands. This is a text that you wrote. He reads the beginning, and the first words take the smile off his face.

‹‹I want to die.››

Simple, fast and effective.

But it hurts. It hurts more because of the fact that you write it and doesn't talk to him about it.

He doesn't read any further, not wanting to intrude too much into your life and above all, not wanting to put pressure on you.

''Babe, wha-..what is that?'' You turn around with a little smile on your face and one of his hoodies in your hands. But your smile immediately fades away when you see the paper between his hands.

''It's nothing.'' You tell him coldly, snatching the paper from his hands and putting it back in the box then sliding it under the bed. Daniel places a hand on your waist and forces you to turn towards him, despite you trying not to let him. He forces you to sit on his lap and takes you in his arms.

''Don't.. please..'' He hugs you tightly, almost taking your breath away. You feel his breath faster than usual against you and he nuzzles into your neck, running one hand up and down your back.

You wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his hair. His scent soothes you, as usual, even if he smells slightly of sweat. But it strangely makes you feel good.

''May I ask you.. why?'' He asks you after long minutes of silence. He continues to hold you close to him, hoping he can get you to talk.

''I...I'm feeling so.. low.'' With each word you say, your voice trembles more. Tears well up in your eyes and you can't help but let them fall down your cheeks. Daniel sits a little further in the bed and this time, he presses your head against his chest while continuing to caress your back.

''It's like.. I don't know. I'm just.. I just feel like nobody understands me.'' You keep crying softly, holding back your sobs. ''Like, whatever I want to do is so hard.. just living is hard.'' Daniel lets you open up and talk to him. It's the first time he sees you like this, sobbing and shaking in his arms.

''I understand you.'' He caress your hair. ''I've been there too. And it was you who got me out of this black hole.'' he kisses your forehead as you look up at him with eyes full of hope.

''Me?..'' You repeat, more tears falling down your face.

''You gave me love, you gave me affection, you taught me to love myself and you gave me confidence in myself again.'' He smiles at you, his own eyes now wet. ''And I'm gonna do the same. I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna give you all the love I have in me, I'm gonna show you that you are enough and I'm gonna get you out of this black hole.''

His words make you cry even more and he hugs you tightly, stroking your hair and back to calm you down.

''Everything's gonna be fine. I'm here.. I'm here..'' He kisses your forehead again, determined to get you out of this hell.

[reidiot]

drivers used to leave the sport with a boom, not in silence and alone. daniel ricciardo deserved better.

[changetyre]

HE MADE ME FEEL DIRTY (DR3) Ⓢ Ⓦ

SUMMARY: Work has been hell for you ever since your breakup with your ex boyfriend. His fragile masculinity making him want to shout out to the world it was all your fault and no one should want to come close to you. (Daniel Ricciardo x Reader)

WARNINGS: STDs, toxic relationships, insecurities, cheating, terribly written soft smut. This one is also a little on the longer side ;) and also not proofread ;(

A/N: First time I write a longer story on here ;) lmk if you like it.

It all started when your boyfriend had slowly become more and more distant from you. You hadn't been dating that long but there was a moment everything changed and from then you couldn't even remember the last time you were even intimate with him, having to satisfy yourself with toys and your own hands for the past 2 months.

He came home one day furious and you didn't understand why but to be honest this was the most interaction you'd had with him in a while. He shoved past you, ignoring your questions before he started packing his clothes.

"What are you doing? What happened?!" You shouted for the umpteenth time.

"What happened is that I had to take a blood test at work today and it came back positive for an STD! This is all your fault!" He yelled.

It took you a second to truly comprehend what he'd said. You had been forced to take the blood test as well but yours came back clean so you knew that only meant one thing but why was he blaming you?

Several people found out. The gossip spread like wildfire in a team like that. But he had a plan, he was so embarrassed by his results and everyone found out that he started blaming you, amongst his friends he called you a whore, and he claimed you cheated on him and that was the reason he caught it, victimizing himself and placing the blame entirely on you.

Work was hell after that, people eyed you, judge you, and all of a sudden people treated you like you were highly contagious, avoiding you, even those who claimed to be your friends.

So when one day one of your co-workers, some would even claim the most important one, approached you and starts talking to you, you were completely startled and taken aback as was everyone else around you.

Daniel Ricciardo just a few days after his first day in office had opted for making conversation with you.

"I'm Daniel." He extended his hand out to you in the cafeteria. You looked down at his hand hesitating, you could feel everyone's gaze on you and it was like the whole building went silent as they witnessed the interaction.

"y/n." You took his hand. You had to admit it made you feel uncomfortable not because of him but because you'd been deprived of touch and attention for so long that it felt wrong.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" He then asked as he grabbed some food for himself.

"Uhm, are you sure?" You were still hesitant. Why was he doing this? Surely he'd heard what everyone said about you.

But Daniel wasn't afraid of what people thought, he knew exactly what it felt like to have everyone treat you like the ugly duckling.

During your first interaction, you only gave short and quick replies to him not being used to the attention for so long but also not wanting him to ruin his own reputation by talking to you. To be fair you'd lost so much trust in people a part of you felt like it was all a joke.

But as days, turn to weeks and weeks turn to months and Daniel keeps talking to you every day you grow close, and it's only long after that you realize how real your friendship is.

Daniel never gives up talking to you, he hasn't admitted it to you yet but he finds you gorgeous, funny, and interesting.

You were eating lunch at the paddock one afternoon when your mind began spiraling once again and you finally built up the courage to ask Daniel what you'd been wanting to do since the first day he spoke to you. "Danny, why do you talk to me?"

"What?" Daniel was confused by your question.

"C, mon you're not blind, you can see you're the only person in this team who talks to me. And I know you've heard the rumors so why do you talk to me?" you set your fork down and looked at him waiting for an answer.

He set his cutlery down too. "I have heard the rumors." he began.

You looked down, embarrassment consuming you despite the fact that you knew your innocence.

"But I don't give a shit." he shrugged. "For all I care, it's all bullshit, and even if it wasn't I don't care. You're kind, compassionate, funny, gorgeous, and incredible and that's all that matters to me."

You didn't expect Daniel's reply and you felt overwhelmed. "I-" You were speechless.

"Listen I don't know what happened. But I'm ready to listen whenever you want to tell me." Daniel had reached over grabbing your hand across the table.

You weren't sure why but his words made you emotional. Someone was finally willing to listen after so long. You felt tears begin to prickle in your eyes.

"I'm sorry I have to go." You got up wiping your eye quickly before Daniel could notice before you practically ran way from him.

But Daniel noticed. He saw the way your words got caught in your throat and he saw the way you wiped the tears from your eyes but this only prompted him to seek you out more.

___

You stood under the shower letting the water fall over you. You were stuck in your thoughts about what Daniel had said this afternoon. No one had spoken to you like that in a long time and you'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone care.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard knocking at your hotel room door. You shut off the water listening out, maybe the knocking wasn't on your door. But then there it was again, louder and more persistent.

You stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around yourself. You walked to your hotel door and opened it slightly peaking your head around.

"Daniel?" You weren't exactly sure why you were surprised to see him, it wasn't unusual for him to come visit you at your hotel room or vice versa but given your last conversation you thought he might want to avoid you for a while.

He looked like he had something on his mind and this was confirmed when he opened the door wide pushing past you.

"Look y/n I'm sorry if I said something that I shouldn't have before and I know I said that I would give you time to tell me your story whenever you felt ready but..."

Daniel stopped himself once he saw you hugging your chest trying to cover yourself up as much as you could.

"Oh..." you didn't miss the way his eyes scanned your body. "I'm sorry I didn't know-" He turned around facing away from you.

Although you knew he did it out of respect you weren't able to push away the thought that he turned away out of repulsion. You rushed into the bathroom and pulled on a bathrobe around your body.

"Daniel, what are you doing here?" You finally spoke signaling for him that he could turn around.

He turned around and you saw his eyes scan your body once more, you almost thought you could see a look of disappointment in his eyes which only made you more conscious. Was he expecting you to be fully dressed?

"I didn't mean to push earlier." he spoke finally looking into your eyes. "But I care about you and I've tried to be patient but I can't hide it anymore-" he took a pause.

Nerves filled your stomach. Nothing positive realistically came to mind. "It's okay- I understand you wanna get away from me..." you began, your voice shaky

"Wait what?" Daniel asked confused.

"You stuck with me longer than most people do, but I get it he talked to you, you believed him, and I don't blame you because-" You avoided his eyes

"Hey hey stop what are you talking about-" Daniel walked closer and grabbed your face between his hands gently. "Why would you think that." He wiped his thumbs under your eyes making you realize you had started crying.

"He talked to you? He told you I cheated? Told you I gave him an STD and I'm a who-"

"Shhh." He interrupted you before you could finish. "stop that." Daniel pulled you into his chest. "Don't say that, whatever he said I don't care for it, I only care for you." He reassured you. He held you tightly but once you realized you were only in your bathrobe you started feeling self-conscious once more.

It only sunk in now, coming to realize how being treated dirty for so long has made you feel dirty in your head, you’re scared of people touching you, Daniel touching you despite knowing you never did anything wrong in the first place. Your ex, he made you feel dirty.

You pull away and Daniel notices the sudden shift in your attitude, the way you pull your robe a little closer to yourself, almost as if you were trying to hide in it.

"Why do you do that?" This time Daniel decided not to keep quiet.

"Do what?" You weren't actually sure what he meant.

"Why do you hide from me?" He asked again.

Your eyes snapped up to his, not having been confronted about this ever. "I don't know what-"

"Don't do that." Daniel said sternly but not aggressively.

You just stared at him, you could tell he wasn't going to let this know, he'd come here with a mission and you had a strong feeling it had to do with making you open up.

"I feel disgusting." Your voice broke. "He made me feel so dirty, and gross and people have avoided me so much, they've avoided touching me for so long that it doesn't feel okay anymore, like....like I'm not allowed to be touched anymore," you revealed.

Daniel wondered if you could hear his heart shatter in his chest if you could see the way his chest tightened at hearing your words. The mix of anger and hurt about what someone had done to you, someone so beautiful and pure as you. He wanted nothing but to wrap you in his arms and whisper sweet words to you until he could make you see the woman he saw.

"Let me touch you," Daniel whispered, softly as if not trying to scare you away.

As much as your body screamed to be touched by him you couldn't shake off the discomfort your mind caused. "Daniel I-"

"Please." He pleaded, stepping closer but not reaching out to you yet. "Please let me show you how wrong you are, let me be the one to help you put back what he broke and make you art with my hands."

You just looked at him again, his words were enough to cause all sorts of emotions to flutter in you. And despite your mind telling you to run your heart and body fought harder, giving him a small nod.

Daniel walked closer reaching out to scoop your face in his hands once again. He didn't miss the way your breath hitched and your eyebrows furrowed slightly at the contact.

He was so gentle, stroking your cheeks before his other hands slowly made their way around you pulling you closer to him by your waist.

Your face was so close to his, the closest it had been to another person in what felt like forever it half excited you and half scared you.

"You're so beautiful," Daniel whispered to you before he closed the gap between the both of you planting his lips on yours.

You let out a moan as soon as he began moving his lips, it almost embarrassed you and you would've pulled away if it wasn't for Daniel's hand sliding to the back of your neck and pulling you closer.

For Daniel, it was hard, not because of anything you imagined but because he had been so desperate for this for so long, wanting nothing but to be able to feel you, to taste you and it was almost embarrassing for him how quickly he got turned on by that simple moan that it became evident in his pants.

He began planting kisses across your jaw and down your neck. "Look at what you do to me," He whispered.

You looked down and saw what he was talking about and the smirk that appeared on your lips made you realize the boost of confidence this gave you.

This was enough for you to feel okay with reaching out to Daniel, intertwining your fingers in his curls, and gripping his shirt to pull him closer to you.

"Please make me feel good." You pulled Daniel back up to face you and your words not only took him by surprise but you too.

Daniel wasted no time scooping you in his arms as he walked further into your hotel room and placed you in the center of the bed.

In a quick motion, he removed his shirt chucking it across the room. Your mouth watered at the sight of Daniel's sculpted body that you couldn't help but reach out to feel his body with your own fingers, tracing the squares down his body.

Daniel let out of grown that made the space between your legs tingle. "Don't be such a tease." he leaned down to continue his trail of kisses down your neck.

You giggled but it was soon replaced by a big sigh as Daniel's finger slipped under the collar of the robe pushing it to the side as he began kissing down your collarbone and further and further down.

He got up once again to remove his pants which had now become painfully tight around his legs leaving only his boxers.

"Here." He went to undo the knot that held the robe together but not before looking into your eyes for approval.

Once again your mind tried talking you out of it but you had never felt so sure of anything in your life and you knew you'd be okay, he'd take care of you so once again you gave him a nod of approval.

Daniel pulled the lace that held the robe together and undid it. He then pushed the two sides of the robe apart presenting you completely bare to him. Daniel didn't stop until the robe was completely off you and it joined the rest of his clothes on the ground.

Your arms and hands instinctively went across your body trying to cover yourself.

"Don't hide." Daniel reminded you gently prying your hands off yourself and gently pining them beside you by intertwining his fingers with yours and keeping them in place down on the bed.

He didn't give your mind time to wonder much longer as he continued his mission of kissing your entire body occasionally licking stripes on the way down that had your mind in a haze.

"You ready?" Daniel asked.

And you looked up to realize he was now in between your legs. Once again nodding Daniel continued.

He licked a stripe across your folds which made your chest rise.

"Daniel please-" You begged feeling no shame this time at the desperation in your voice.

"shh, I'll take care of you." he whispered causing his breath to hit your now most sensitive area. Goosebumps filled your entire body.

But he did, he laid another lick along your folds before diving deeper, sucking on your bud for a few seconds before licking it in all sort of directions.

You were a moaning mess above him, squeezing his hands tightly which were still intertwined with yours. You felt Daniel release on of your hands before you felt it grab one of your breasts and he began to flick your nipple with caused an overwhelming sensation across your body.

"Dan....I...I can'-t" you physically couldn't form a sentence, your entire body was consumed in pleasure.

"Yes, you can baby just let go." Daniel could feel the way your pussy twitched on his lips and he knew you were close.

"Oh my...I'm gonna-" You weren't even able to finish before you had let out a guttural moan, your back arching off the bed as your legs shivered from the first orgasm you'd had in way too long, you were sure not even your ex had ever given you an orgasm like this one in your entire relationship.

Once you were coming down from your high Daniel was already above you and in front of you placing soft kisses on your cheek and jaw. "You okay?" He asked with so much care in his voice.

You laughed. You knew you must have looked dazed but the adoration in his eyes was hard to miss which caused you to blush. "Yeah. More than okay." You admitted.

Daniel laid beside you but his body was still turned to yours.

"I want more." you realized Daniel was willing to submit his own pleasure just so you would feel comfortable, so you wouldn't feel pushed but your body ached to feel more of him.

"You don't have to, we can take it slow." Daniel stroked your hair back reassuring you.

"No Daniel, please." You leaned closer to him, your legs crossing with his and you could feel his hard member against your leg. "Please fuck me," you whispered against his lips.

Daniel thought he couldn't get turned on even more but after hearing your words he couldn't hold back anymore. He brought you closer into a deep sloppy kiss, tongues fighting for dominance.

He angled your leg up and over his waist, as he slotted himself between you, he lined himself up with you and luckily you were wet enough that he knew you didn't need lube.

But as soon as you felt his tip close to you those insecurities rose again. "Daniel you don't have a condom." You pointed out, you didn't actually need him to wear one but you wanted to make sure he realized what he was doing.

"I trust you." He looked straight into your eyes as he said so. "But if you want me to put one on I can.

It was hard to believe someone could be so kind to you, it was hard to believe someone could care so much about what you thought after being treated the opposite for so long. You shook your head.

You nodded once again for the night. "Keep going." You voiced.

Daniel brought you into a kiss again before pushing in trying to distract your mind from the sting you would feel. He was slow making sure your walls adjusted to him inch by inch listening to your moans as indications to keep going until he was fully in you.

He waited for your signal to move.

"Fuck me, Daniel." You sighed against his chest.

He began thrusting slowly, hearing your sighs of pleasure, watching and feeling the way you scratched his back and chest in pleasure.

"You like that baby?" He knew you did, he could hear and feel you did but he still wanted to hear it straight from you.

"Yeah." You moaned. "Please faster." you begged.

Daniel propped himself up on his arm before slowly turning you around so he was over you, making sure not to pull out at any point. Once you were on your back he leaned his arms on either side of your head and began thrusting into you deeper and faster.

"Oh, sh*t." You cursed as the pleasure only intensified.

"Ah, baby I'm gonna cum." Daniel moaned, the new angle proving too much for him.

"Me too." You confessed. "Sh*t."

Daniel tried to hold on until you finished so that he could continue and luckily he was able to.

"I'm cumming!" You announced and he could see the way your body shivered under him, feeling you clench around him which was making it almost impossible for him to hold on, after he could tell your orgasm was done he pulled out.

He was ready to cum on your stomach but was completely taken aback when you quickly sat up pulling him closer and into your mouth.

As soon as your lips touched his dick he came inside your mouth, grunting at each spurt that pulsed out of his member watching you take all of it in your mouth.

"Fuck that's hot." He groaned at the last drips that came out of him, watching you lick his tip clean before swallowing.

"Yum." You licked your lips clean with a smile on your face.

"Fuck I love you," Daniel spoke before collapsing beside you.

"What?" You propped yourself up on your elbows to face him.

"What?" Daniel was confused.

"What did you say?" your heart was beating fast again and it wasn't just because of the amazing sex you'd just had.

"Oh." Daniel's eyes widened realizing the words that had come out of his mouth. "Oh, sh*t that wasn't supposed to happen like that."

"Wait, do you mean it?" You sat up this time.

Daniel joined you sitting up and leaning against the headboard. Daniel couldn't help but smile at your incredulity of his words despite everything you'd just done. He pulled you onto his lap.

"Of course I mean it. I love you and I've been trying to find a way to tell you for a while now." He confessed. "And this wasn't the way I planned it, it was definitely more romantic." he laughed.

You were in disbelief, overwhelmed by all the emotions that flooded your mind and body. You couldn't find the words to reply to Daniel, to let him know the way he made you feel so you simply leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn't sloppy, it wasn't deep but it was soft and slow as if you were communicating everything to him through it.

You pulled away needing to breathe. "I love you." you finally whispered back. "I love you so much." You watched the way his lips curled into a smile.

"Thank you for trusting me." He hugged you into his chest.

"Thank you for believing me." You thanked him back finding warmth and safety against his chest.

Yes, despite the fact that you finally felt loved again, you once again felt comfortable within yourself you knew one thing. You wanted no one else in the world to touch you or to look at you this way again except for Daniel.

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000.⠀⠀NOW PLAYING: long live [1.5k, angst]. ✼. view: masterlist⠀⸻⠀join the taglist⠀⸻⠀request. ✼. synopsis: michaela says goodbye. ✼. notes: totally heartbroken for daniel. for all he's done for this sport, he truly deserved so much more than what he got. enchanté, daniel. ✼. warnings: daniel's last race, crying. not proofread, but when do i ever?

✼.⠀SEPTEMBER 22, 2024 — marina bay, singapore

Michaela gripped the steering wheel of her Aston Martin as she rounded the streets of Marina Bay. The roar of the engine filled her ears as she sped through the tight turns of the track, the city lights of Singapore blurring into a dizzying spray of color beyond the tire barriers. The air held anticipation and the smell of an uneasy question. She had heard the whispers all weekend, the murmurs that danced just out of earshot. Daniel Ricciardo, the man who had practically become part of her family, might not be in the paddock much longer. Her heart raced, not just from the exhilaration of the race, but from the thought of losing a piece of her world.

The checkered flag dropped, and she pulled into the pit lane. The chaos of the grandstands and the flashing lights of cameras were a harsh, ironic contrast to the turmoil storming within her. She stepped out of the car, forcing a smile for the cameras as she went through the motions of the post-race interviews. She had done well, finishing 5th to Fernando's 4th, but the success felt hollow. Her thoughts remained with Daniel, who had just completed his final lap for the Bulls. She had avoided him all weekend, the weight of his potential departure too much to bear. But now, as the race concluded and the tension began to ease, she knew she had to see him.

Michaela walked to Daniel's side of the RB garage, her heart thumping like the British engine she had just left behind in her own garage. She pushed open the door and found him surrounded by his team, sharing a bittersweet moment. His eyes met hers and she saw the unshed tears glittering underneath the fluorescent lights. He tried to flash his signature grin, but it faltered, and she knew the truth had sunk in for both of them. The laughter lines around his eyes didn't hide the pain. He was saying his goodbyes, and she had missed most of it.

As the last of the well-wishers left, Daniel turned to his car, running a hand over its gleaming carbon fiber bodywork. She approached him tentatively, her eyes brimming with tears she hadn't realized she'd been holding back. He looked at her, his own eyes red and glassy.

"Hey, kid," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

She took a step closer, feeling the warmth of the engine's last breath radiating off the car.

"Couldn't stay away, huh?" He tried to laugh, but it came out as a choked sob.

Michaela's own tears spilled over, tracing paths down her cheeks. "Daniel, I'm so sorry," she whispered, reaching out to lay a hand on his shoulder.

He leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving the car that had been his life for so many seasons. "It's alright, Mick. It's just racing, right?" Even in his most vulnerable moment, Daniel couldn't fight the instinct to comfort the girl he had watched grow into a woman.

Michaela felt the warmth of his voice wrap around her like a familiar blanket, but the words didn't bring the relief she sought.

 "No, it's not just racing," she said, her voice trembling. "You've been there for me, through all the tough times, the crashes, the doubt, the fights to be taken seriously in this sport." She swallowed hard, her eyes searching his for understanding. "You've been my rock, my inspiration. You can't just leave. Not like this."

Daniel turned to face her, his smile sad but earnest. "Mick, you know this isn't the end. I'll still be around, driving Courie crazy.” 

The reference to Michaela’s sister, Daniel’s girlfriend—his Courie—stuck watching the race from her lab in Sydney only brought a knot to Michaela’s stomach. Michaela had spoken briefly to her sister before the race, Courtney had been inconsolable over the phone, pushed beyond guilt that she couldn’t be by her boyfriend’s side to help shoulder the emotions during the last race of his Formula 1 career.

“And you," he continued, pointing at her, "You're gonna kill it out there without me."

Michaela couldn't hold back anymore. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, feeling the coarse fabric of his fireproofs and the solidity of his frame. He hugged her back, his own arms enveloping her in a comforting warmth she hadn't realized she needed. They stood there for a moment, two friends sharing the weight of a career's crossroads, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the cooling engines around them.

"Thank you," she murmured into his shoulder. "For everything."

"You can thank me when you win a championship," Daniel said, his voice breaking despite himself.

Michaela pulled back, wiping at her eyes. "It should've been you first," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "You should've been a champion." Her tears continue to fall, her cheeks stained by the path they leave on her skin.

"Maybe, but don't worry about me," Daniel said, his eyes glistening. "You still have your whole career ahead of you."

Michaela nodded, her vision blurred by the tears. "I know, but it won't be the same without you."

The silence grew heavy in the garage, punctuated only by the occasional clang of tools being packed away. The reality of Daniel's departure was setting in, a stark reminder of the fleeting nature of their sport.

"You know, I never thought I'd be leaving like this," Daniel said, his gaze still on the car. "But I guess that's how it goes when you get too attached to the ride."

Michaela nodded, her throat tight. "It's not fair," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You're one of the best out there."

"Life's not about fair," Daniel replied, his hand coming up to ruffle her hair, a gesture that brought a ghost of a smile to her face. "But it's about making the most of what you've got. And I guess I've gotta get a new thing now."

Michaela stepped back, taking in the sight of her friend, his shoulders slumped and his usual vibrant spirit dulled by the shadow of his uncertain farewell. She felt a pang of anger at the unfairness of it all. Daniel had given so much to Formula 1, and yet, it seemed to be discarding him as if a worn-out tire. But she knew better than to let her the weight of her emotions sweep her up, not here, not now. She took a deep breath, straightening her spine.

"You're right," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her chest. "We've got to make the most of it. And you," she poked his arm gently, "Have got more to give, more to show the world. Whatever's next, you'll shine just like you always do."

Daniel offered a weak smile, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thanks, Mick." He paused, taking in the sight of the emptying garage, his team packing up the last of his gear.

"I just thought I'd be here for a little longer, you know? When I left Red Bull for Renault I thought that my time was next, that I was gonna be the one on the top step for once. Then McLaren called and I fuckin'—" He choked back further tears. "I felt like that was it. But when it never came I just..."

He trailed off, the heartbroken look in his eyes drawing Michaela deeper into her melancholy. Michaela nodded solemnly, understanding the ache in his words. "You're so much more than that, Daniel. You brought your joy to so many people. I know for sure that you've got so much left to give. And you will, in whatever you do next." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"You've taught me so much," she continued, her voice cracking. "How to keep pushing when everything is useless and I feel like giving up. How to laugh when the world is against your joy. How to be a better driver to my team and a better person to the people I love. I wouldn't still be here if it weren't for you. So, thank you Daniel. So, so much."

"You're going to be okay, you hear me?" He said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You're going to be more than okay."

Michaela nodded, trying to hold onto his words like a lifeline in the storm of her feelings. Daniel took a step back and wiped his own eyes with the back of his hand. "But for now," he said, his voice firming up, "Let's go grab a drink. You know, to celebrate the end of an era and all that fuzzy shit."

They laughed through their tears, a bit of the old familiar banter slipping back in. They walked out of the garage together, leaving the echoes of their past successes and heartaches behind. The paddock was alive with the sounds of teams breaking down and preparing for the next race. 

Yet, for them, the world had slowed down to an unwilling crawl.

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