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BROKEN DECISIONS| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Divorced!Toto Wolff x fem!engineer!Schumacher!reader

Summary; The news of Toto Wolff divorcing from Susie has just hit the media and you, Michael Schumacher’s eldest daughter and George Russel’s race engineer, are beyond shocked, even more so as your relationship with your boss begins to evolve.

Warnings; angst, light smut, heartbreak, pregnancy trope.

F1 Master List , Part 2

The paddock was overwhelmed with media reporters and cameras, way more than usual for a race weekend, the Mercedes garage was surrounded by people as well as the entrance to the track, all waiting for one man, Toto Wolff.

You had been more than taken back by the joint statements released this morning which both effectively said the same thing.

mercedesamgf1: Team Principle Toto Wolff announces divorce from wife Susie Wolff, both will continue to co-parent son Jack Wolff and will continue to work together happily, they wish nothing but the best for each other in the future and wish for the privacy and support they need during this time.

SusieStoddart: Toto and I have mutually decided to part ways and divorce after 12 years of marriage, both of us will continue to co-parent our son, Jack and will continue working together in the future. I wish nothing but the best to him for the future, please respect our privacy during this time and I hope you guys will continue to support us both from this point on, even on our separate paths. Thank you.

It all seemed so sudden to you, nothing has seemed out of place whenever they were in the garage together but you suppose that’s how the saying you never know what’s going on behind closed doors goes.

You squeezed your way through the crowd, ignoring all of the questions fired your way and the cameras and microphones that were shoved in your face, it wasn’t your job to be making comments about a relationship that had nothing to do with you and it was entirely unprofessional.

Huffing out a breath as you finally crossed the threshold of the garage, you straightened out your clothes and bag before making your way over to your desk that you sat at whenever George was out on the track.

Bono was already in his chair and looked up when he heard you pull your hair out, taking note of your flustered state. "I take it you’ve seen the news."

"It’s everywhere! It’d be a miracle if I hadn’t seen it," you huffed. Looking around, you noticed how flustered everyone else seemed to be whilst trying to do their jobs, you didn’t blame them because right now no one knew what mood the boss was going to be in when he arrived, if he arrived.

"Is he even coming today? I certainly wouldn’t." You asked.

Bono shrugged, "you know what he’s like, that man would be here even if his leg was falling off, he’ll be here and god help him when he is."

"Yeah, true. Am I blind though or did anyone else not see this coming because they were both at the factory two weeks ago and everything seemed fine to me."

Bono turned away from his monitor and completely turned to you, huddling closer. "I didn’t suspect anything either but they’re really good as keeping work life and private life separated. Have you seen some of the rumours though?"

You snorted and nodded your head, "I’ve seen the ones about Toto having an affair which is ridiculous, that man does not have the time to be hiding an entire relationship."

Bono laughed at your choice of words but abruptly stopped as he stared behind you causing you to look at him in confusion before turning around, pausing at the sight of your boss walking in with a face of stone.

"Ahh shit," you muttered, hearing a small hum of agreement coming from Bono.

Then you saw him heading into your direction.

"Double shit," You heard Bono mumble causing you to bite your lip, trying to prevent yourself from smiling.

"Y/N. Bono. Good Morning," Toto nodded his head in greeting.

You smiled up at him, "Morning, boss, feeling positive about today?"

Bono sighed from behind you which caused you to internally wince at your own words, now realising that might not have been a good question to ask.

"Yeah," Toto looked between the pair of you suspiciously. "Are you?"

"Very," you tried to sound convincing, "I’m sure George is going to drive like it’s his last race and if not then I’ll boot him up the arse."

Toto looked at you amused, "I believe you."

After he walked away you turned to Bono with a pained look on your face meanwhile he was trying not to fall into laughter. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

He laughed straight in your face as you sighed at yourself. "How an I supposed to talk to him normally when all I want to say to his face is ‘hey, heard about your divorce, that sucks and now everyone thinks you can’t keep a wife’."

"Yeah don’t say that," Bono grimaced at your words.

Everything was real now, it had been real for a while but now the news was out for everyone to gossip about.

Things hadn’t been right for a long time between him and Susie and whilst there hadn’t been any constant arguing or disloyalty between the two of them, there hadn’t been much else either.

You’d have thought working within the same industry would have built an understanding between them about their schedules and commitments and it had in the beginning but as formula one became more popular, their lives had only gotten busier to the point they hardly saw each other and even when they did it was only to ensure Jack was getting enough quality time with both of his parents, it was as though they had been coparenting with each other whilst they weren’t even split.

A year ago they had accepted the inevitable fate of their marriage and had been figuring out the logistics of their divorce but just like they had kept their struggles silenced, they had kept the news of their parting silent too.

But it had been over a year now and quite frankly the fake shows they were putting on were getting exhausting, they were both moving on and pretending to still be a happily married couple wasn’t doing well in helping them in the process.

Toto had found a particular thing that hadn’t allowed him to dwell in the sadness of his private life. Something, or someone, that didn’t even know how much they were helping him.

You.

Everyday you showed up to work with a smile on your face, eternally grateful for everything life had offered you. You had achieved your dreams of working within formula one, it might not have been on the track driving at record breaking speeds like your father but you had one of the most important roles in the team and you enjoyed it.

Even today as he walked through the doors trying to ignore all of the sad, pathetic looks people were giving him and the onslaught of invasive questions people were attacking him with and even if they weren’t verbally shooting words his way, he could see the unasked questions in everyone’s eyes, you greeted him like you did every other day and whilst he knew you were aware of the news, nothing in your face showed the slightest bit of curiosity towards the end of his marriage and he couldn’t express how refreshing that was and how much he needed it.

Slowly, he found himself looking forward to the days ahead where he could bump into you and witness the smile on your face as he tried to ignore the way your energy made his heart feel funny and when Mick signed as the team’s reserve driver he would use the fact that he was ‘mentoring’ your little brother as an excuse to see you, knowing that naturally he would be around you more.

You jumped up from your seat in excitement as you saw both Mercedes cars pass the checkered flag securing second and third place behind Max, obviously.

"George you fucking beautiful human bring!" You shouted through the radio before turning to look for Toto, hoping that these results would have put a smile on his face only to find that he was already looking at you intensely, not even acknowledging the pats he was getting on his back by team members.

He winked at you? And sent you what seemed to be a grateful smile before turning away to celebrate with those around him. You were thankful he did so and didn’t see the pink hue you could feel spreading through your cheeks.

A sudden weight on your back didn’t allow you to dwell on it. Mick had launched himself at you in his exhilaration causing you to quickly latch onto his legs so you both didn’t go tumbling, you laughed and spun the pair of you around before putting him down so you could all go outside and gather in the pits to watch the podium.

You always went out of your way to be a kind person but the moment your team was standing under the podium all manners went out of the way and you barged your way to the front of the barriers to watch, mumbling half-hearted apologies, you knew no one would take your behaviour the wrong way as you’ve known them for so long.

Looking up, you were happy to see the smiles on Lewis and George’s faces, tough seasons can really take a told on the mental health of the drivers and it can be easy to lose motivation, especially when you were part of a team that was so used to winning but they looked as happy as ever now and it made all of the hard work that everyone had put in worth it.

Two hands clamped down on your shoulders startling you, followed by the feeling of a firm chest being pressed up against your back. You looked up and saw Toto but he wasn’t looking at you, he kept his gaze up on the podium and the happiness on his face hadn’t subsided so you didn’t question it and turned back to the celebrations.

His behaviour was really confusing you and you wanted to talk to him about it but decided to push it away for another day.

His behaviour hasn’t been limited to that day alone.

The entire season has been filled with soft touches from him, from a small brush of his hand against your back as he walked past or light touches of your hips to guide you to the side when you were in his walk way.

Let’s not forget about the way he started to look at you. Toto’s stare was always intense but now you couldn’t ignore the soft shine his eyes held as he looked at you.

You hoped you weren’t reading too much into things otherwise that would be embarrassing but you couldn’t stop noticing the little things he would do and what was even worse was the way these things were effecting you.

These touches would leave your skin feeling tingly and your head fuzzy to the point your mind just turned blank and now whenever he was so much as in the same room as you, your mind became hyper-fixated on his presence to the point it felt like you were compelled to constantly glance in his direction.

You had worked for him for nearly eight years and not once had you even considered looking at him in any other way other than as your boss and a friend.

You acknowledged that he was handsome and had the charisma to match but you had never been attracted to him up until now, how was this year any different to the last seven?

Hands slamming down into your desk startled you from your thoughts, you looked up wide eyed at the grinning face of your younger brother causing you to grumble in annoyance and throw the pen that was sitting on your desk at him.

"What’s wrong with your face?" Mick easily dodged your attack and asked.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"My big sister always has a smile on her face and for the last twenty minutes you’ve been sat there staring at nothing with a frown on your face."

"Nothing," you muttered, turning back to your laptop screen that had long since shut off.

"Right," Mick replied sarcastically, "Come on, tell me what’s wrong."

You pursed your lips as you debated telling him or not. "You promise not to tell anyone?"

Mick’s face lost its teasing look as he realised you were actually troubled. "Of course." He replied sincerely.

You hesitated for a moment longer before asking "have you noticed that Toto has been acting strange lately?"

Mick looked at you surprised for a moment before smirking and nodded, "you mean the fact that the entire season he’s been staring at you like you’re the finest piece of meat he’s ever seen?" He asked teasingly.

"I wouldn’t have worded it that way but yeah," you responded.

"Then yes, I’m surprised it took you this long to acknowledge it."

You shook your head, "I noticed it at the beginning of the season but I thought I was imagining it and now I can’t stop noticing the fact that he-"

"Fancies the hell out of you?" Mick finished, a shit eating grin on his face.

You groaned and placed your head against your desk. "This is wrong, he’s my boss!"

"Tell me about it, he’s mine too and he fancies my sister!"

"Stop saying he fancies me!" You told him resulting in him just laughing at you. "Seriously Mick, what am I supposed to do?"

Mick sighed and looked at you seriously, "Do you like him?"

"I dont know," you replied honestly, "before this season I wouldn’t have even looked at him as anything but my boss and a friend but now he keeps looking at me and taking any opportunity to touch me and it’s confusing me."

Mick pulled an uncomfortable face at your words but gave you some advice. "Then do nothing until you know for sure."

You nodded and he smiled before walking around your desk and wrapping you in a tight hug which was more like a headlock but it was a hug nonetheless.

"Smile! We’re in Abu Dhabi and we’re partying tonight," he fake cheered as he walked away causing you to laugh at his behaviour.

And that’s exactly what you did. It had been a tough season for Mercedes, the team hadn’t nearly performed as well as they were used to but through a lot of hard work the season had ended on a high note and and no one was going to dwell on this years difficulties tonight.

You were definitely allowing yourself some freedom tonight to drink away and forget about the confusing thoughts that had been swimming around in your head all season.

The club was dark except for the colourful flashing lights that were roaming the entirety of the room that the FIA had rented out for all of the f1 teams celebrating tonight. You were already feeling more relaxed from the three drinks you hadn’t wasted time on consuming and had dragged poor Bono, who had zero rhythm, to the dance floor.

The man looked traumatised as he simply stood there awkwardly with you holding onto his hands, swaying his arms to try and encourage him to dance and have a bit of fun.

You kept him there for an hour before eventually taking pity on him and letting him go, you walked over to the bar to get another drink, not seeing the person approaching you until he was right beside you.

"You look lovely."

You turned to your right in surprise, Toto was mimicking your stance, leaning his side against the bar as he looked into yours eyes. "Thank you," you replied, a little shocked at his words.

"I see you were having fun with Bono," he commented absentmindedly.

You laughed, "Me? Yes. I don’t think he was having as much fun as I was."

"He’s not much of a dancer," Toto smirked.

"Oh, I know. He can’t move to save his life but it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t try."

The bartender placed your drink in front of you and you took a sip after giving him a thanks. "Have you been having fun?" You asked.

Toto tapped his fingers against the bar top and signed. "As much as I can after the shit season we’ve had."

"We’ll be better next year," you replied confidently.

He simply nodded in response, dragging his gaze down your body and back up again.

The feeling of his eyes trailing you left a burning heat on your skin and an unfamiliar fluttering in your stomach.

"I like this dress," he told you, nodding at the tight fabric that clung to your figure.

"I got it yesterday," you knew he didn’t care but for some reason you felt inclined to share that information with him, fighting the urge to look away and hide a smile.

"You picked wisely," he immediately responded and this time you didn’t fight the smile, his smooth responses settling within you exactly how he wanted.

"I’m glad you like it," your voice was quiet in the midst of the loud music and voices but it didn’t prevent him from hearing you words.

The way he smirked down at you made you feel much smaller than you were, the idea of how his stature and strength would help with the power he held over you made you burn with need and the want to find out for yourself.

You huffed out a breath.

You needed another drink.

You threw your head back into the pillows and gasped as Toto thrusted into you, pulsating pleasure rushing through your body with every movement.

You didn’t know how you got to this point, the night was a haze of drinking, close dancing and longing looks but the one memory that stood out was the warmth of Toto’s hands against your hips, after that everything blurred up until this moment.

Your arm wrapped around the back of his neck, your hand burying itself into his hair as you tried to ground yourself but you were hopeless within the haze of his kisses against your throat and hands holding your thighs spread for him.

"Toto!"

His breath was heavy against your skin. "You feel so good, schatz." The guttural groan he released sent you feral, you tightened your grip on him and pulled him closer so your chests pressed against each other.

Your vision went white as Toto just grazed that sweet spot inside you with one particularly hard thrust before he angled his hips in a way that with each bruising snap of his hips he made, the tip of his cock would brush against you just right.

As you felt yourself approaching your release, your back arched and the air remained trapped in your lungs, your grip tightened on Toto’s hair causing him to groan into your neck while your other hand shot up behind you and grabbed onto the headboard.

Just as you were at the precipice of your release, Toto reached down and circled your clit with his fingers providing the last bit of stimulation needed for you to let go and dive into a river of overwhelming pleasure.

The sight of your face completely blissed out made Toto’s cock harden more inside of you, he continued to thrust and work you through your orgasm whilst chasing his own, chasing his release as he felt his body fill with an indescribable need to continue rutting into you.

The groan of relief he let out followed by a warmth in your core brought you back to reality, Toto allowed his body to collapse onto your own and simply lay there as he caught his breath and recovered from his own orgasm.

Your hand continued to run through his hair, grounding his mind to reality and encouraging him back from his high.

Moments later, Toto removed himself from you and curled up behind you, wrapped an arm across your stomach and pulled you into his chest.

Both still feeling the haze of the alcohol in your systems, no words needed to be spoken between the pair of you as you both succumbed to much needed sleep.

You woke up feeling as though your brain was swelling beyond the capacity of your skull and dehydrated to the point you felt like you could drink about forty litres of water.

Every part of your body ached as you moved beneath the covers, flashes of last night flickered through your mind causing you to groan at the reminder of your drink choices.

You were definitely regretting it now.

A particular memory caused you to pause and look beneath the sheets, grimacing as you realised you were naked.

Then you froze, Toto.

Your head shot to the side and instead of laying your eyes upon your boss’ 6ft5 frame you were greeted by an empty half of the bed with only crumpled white sheets.

Your heart dropped as you looked around the room, there was no indication that anyone else had been here but the ache between your legs made it very clear that last night did in fact happen.

He had left.

After an entire season of fighting with your feelings and the way he made you feel, you had given in to him only for him to leave.

You felt sick and dirty and disgusting and used.

You pulled yourself into the shower and tried to to push down the need to cry but you were filled with an overwhelming sense of betrayal and couldn’t stop the rogue fear that fell down your cheek.

Waiting to board the plane back to England, you looked down at your phone, you had a feeling Toto was already there by now and you had messaged him ages ago but no response.

Had you been crazy believing that he could have feelings for you?

You were so mad at yourself for being as affected as you were by his actions, it felt like someone had your heart in their fist and found amusement in squeezing it, filling you with the need to just let go and allow your emotions to flow freely.

You didn’t need to be back at the factory until after Christmas so you went straight home and unpacked your bag before repacking to go and spend your time off in Switzerland with your family, Toto still hadn’t responded and you were positive he was just ignoring you now and you didn’t try to get a response.

You’d deal with that after Christmas.

Normally you’d wait a week or two after the season ended to go back home but you really had no reason to stay, you’d changed your mind on attending the FIA awards which had confused Mick when you told him but he could tell something was wrong and chose not to pry.

You seriously didn’t think the year could get worse, you were so wrong.

The last three weeks in Switzerland had been hell to put it lightly, Christmas was just around the corner but it was hard to be excited when you had caught the sickness bug, the amount of time you spent in bed throwing up was disgusting at this point and the coddling of your family wasn’t helping.

You knew they loved you but you wish they’d just leave you alone to wallow in misery.

Toto was still a lingering thought in the back of your mind and it was only adding to how rubbish you felt but you hadn’t made any other attempt to get in touch, he hadn’t tried either so you knew where you stood with him and that was enough.

New years had passed and you were now back in England to go back to work, you had never dreaded going to work in all the years you’d worked for Mercedes so the unsettling feeling in your stomach was new.

But that could also just be nausea.

You still hadn’t completely recovered from your sickness over the holidays, you were no longer bed bound but the urge to throw up and the loss of appetite was still there, the loss of weight was visible in the sickly paleness of your face so you had booked a doctors appointment for the upcoming Friday.

Your stomach churned as you walked through the doors of the Mercedes headquarters, as the daughter of Michael Schumacher you got a lot more attention in the building as you would’ve if you were just a race engineer so the nods from almost everyone as you walked in weren’t strange to you but the sympathetic looks were.

You hoped it was just because you looked as if you hadn’t seen sun for the past ten years.

Deciding to stop by hospitality on the way to your office for a bottle of water, you paused in the doorway at the sight of Toto and didn’t hesitate to turn right back around before your mind even processed his presence.

You got a few funny looks by the people in there but you truly didn’t care.

It stayed like that for the rest of the week, whenever you found yourself in the same room as your boss there was no time wasted before you left even if there were still things needed to be done in that room, you didn’t even try to be subtle about it either.

As soon as he entered the room you immediately took your leave, it was rude but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care and you doubted he cared either.

You had taken the day off work today to attend your doctor’s appointment so thankfully you didn’t need to waste your efforts avoiding him.

"Symptoms are nausea, sickness and weight loss," The doctor listed and you nodded in clarification.

She looked at you knowingly, "When did your last cycle finish?" She asked.

You pulled a face and leaned your head back in thought, it was probably before Vegas, but that was….. your face grew even paler than it already was.

"November," you whispered, your body filling with complete and utter horror.

The doctor’s face grew sympathetic at your reaction, "and you’ve had unprotected sexual intercourse since then?" She asked though your face gave her the answer.

You were at a loss for words so you resulted in nodding; the idea of you being pregnant only made you feel more sick.

"Okay," she replied softly, "We’ll have you take a test to confirm."

You didn’t even register the next ten minutes, lost in your own mind as an emptiness settled within you, your chest ached with pain at the idea that your whole life could be changed in just a few short minutes.

"Miss Schumacher, are you okay?" The doctor asked worriedly.

You snapped back to reality and nodded numbly.

"The test came back positive, Y/N, so I’ll refer you to a midwife and during this time you should think about what you want to do, okay?"

How you didn’t crash on the way home was a miracle because you definitely weren’t concentrating, you carried your body straight to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, you looked like hell.

Just the sight caused your eyes to well up and this time you didn’t fight the emotions, you welcomed the tears and allowed the pain to consume you, the pain of realising just how alone you were in this moment.

You slid down against the bathroom door and curled yourself into a ball, buried your face into your knees and sobbed until you no longer could.

The weight in your chest was still present as you walked into work the following Monday but you no longer had any tears to spare, you had made up your mind about what your future would consist of and today would mark the beginning of it.

Knocking on the door to Toto’s office, you waited for confirmation to enter and he clearly hadn’t anticipated you on the other side from the look of surprise on his face but you didn’t mention it and closed the door behind you.

"We need to talk," you wasted no time in pleasantries and sat down in the seat opposite him.

"Is there a problem with the car?" He asked, his formal tone cut through you like a knife but you refused to show the effect it had.

You wouldn’t have thought the pair of you were friends just two months ago.

"There’s nothing wrong with the car," you told him.

"What do we need to talk about then?" He asked.

He was royally pissing you off with the way he was pretending to be ignorant. "We need to talk about what happened between us-"

"This is unprofessional," he interrupted and you scoffed in disbelief.

"Unprofessional?" You laughed in his face. "Do you know what else in unprofessional? Sleeping with your employee."

His face dropped at the bluntness of your words, "look, you shouldn’t be bringing private matters into the workplace."

"How else am I supposed to bring them up? Over text message where I never get a response?" You looked at him incredulously. "This is important-"

"I don’t want to hear it, Y/N," he cut you off harshly. "What happened between us shouldn’t have happened, it was a moment of weakness and it will never happen again."

You looked at him stone faced before nodding, "fine." You got up from your seat and left without another word, not bothering closing his door.

You didn’t go to your office, instead you went to HR.

Walking past the different offices you went straight for the head of HR. "Chloe?" You knocked on the door quietly, opening it once you received a response.

She smiled at you in greeting, "Y/N, can I help you with something?"

You nodded softly and sat down on the sofa she had against the wall. "How many holidays do I have?"

She looked at you suspiciously, "All of them, you didn’t put one in for Friday so that went unpaid."

"Okay," you muttered under your breath, "I want to cash them all in, starting from tomorrow."

"What?" She looked at you shocked. "Are you sure? If there’s something going on we can figure out a better solution for you."

You smiled and shook your head, "Uhm no I’m sure, I want to use them all and then after that I’ll be taking early maternity leave."

Chloe’s eyes widened in shock. "Wow, okay, congratulations."

"Thanks, I want to spend my pregnancy in Switzerland so you won’t see me around."

You could see that she had questions but didn’t ask them and you appreciated it, "I understand, I’m happy for you Y/N, I’ll get it all sorted for you."

"Great," you stood up and headed towards the door.

"Y/N?" You turned around, Chloe looked at you sincerely, "Give me a call if you need someone to talk to, yeah?"

You probably wouldn’t but you nodded and left.

To say Toto was surprised when he found out they were down their usual race engineer for the season was an understatement.

It was completely unexpected and he wasn’t the only one who wasn’t happy about it, George was not at all in agreement to having a new voice in his ear.

It wasn’t even for a couple races either, it was for the entire season.

No one in the team had any information on what had happened except two people, Mick and Chloe.

No one could ask Mick because he had left to do the world endurance championship and when Toto had went to ask Chloe all he got was a shrug and words that sounded as though they’d been read from the companies handbook.

"It’s against an employee’s confidentiality rights to discuss the matters with you, even if you are the boss, all I can tell you is she’ll be back at work next year."

Meanwhile, in Switzerland you were slowly but surely feeling much better.

You were putting the situation between you and Toto behind you, you were recovering and as you did, your bump grew and the sight made you smile.

The horror and fear you felt when you found out about your pregnancy had dissipated weeks ago, leaving you filled with excitement and love for the journey you had ahead of you.

With your mother and sister around you, the loneliness you felt had evaporated as well.

You were doing good and felt amazing and that’s all that mattered right now.

#THIS SHI IS A BANGER #screaming crying wailing #I love me some angst #☾ moony reads too much — f1 fic rec

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danahart · 2 months

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this man is never beating the babygirl allegations

#THE HAIR TUCK?!#😩 good lawd #max verstappen #mv1 #mv33 #he’s so babygirl #the sassy man apocalypse is upon us i’m afraid #red bull racing #f1 #formula 1 #f1 shitpost

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danahart · 3 months

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long story short: you should’ve never left lewis to celebrate alone during his podium in singapore 23

#lewis hamilton #lh44 #f1 shitpost #f1 #formula one #mercedes amg f1 #scuderia ferrari

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danahart · 3 months

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if lewis moves to ferrari, they better inverse the race suit colours

#lh44 #lewis hamilton #black race suit and red accents????#i would cream #mercedes amg f1 #scuderia ferrari #screaming crying wailing

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danahart · 3 months

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f1 feels kinda off I want my bitch multi 21 back

#where’s the flavor era #where is the drama #i want a repeat of multi 21 #or even villain seb era #or even crashgate #idc #gimme an issue to eat up 😭😭#formula 1 #sebastian vettel #multi 21 #mark webber #mw2 #sv5 #red bull f1 #dts but make it malaysia 2013

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danahart · 3 months

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me seeing mark webber for whatever reason: 🥹 i wanna suck him off and suck him proudly 🥹

#mark webber #i texted my friend saying ‘me thinking about why mark isn’t a dilf yet’#I HATE THIS #ITS GETTING OLDER AS THE LACK OF SEASON GOES ON #screaming crying wailing #formula one #mw2 #i think about him a lot #shitpost #(s)creaming #f1 shitpost #might fuck around and cry #ugh

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danahart · 3 months

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Ca you do Dark!Jenson button but when he was still a driver? Like he got interested with a reporter who is so innocent, kind and nervous around others and he just wanted her all too himself. He would also get jealous if she was interviewing other drivers. One day when she was supposed to interview him, he said he wanted to do it in private but he took her up to his driver's room and they did the dirty. Also smut please 🤭

Innocent mind || J.B

Dark jenson button x innocent reader

Warnings— dark jenson, manipulation, smut, innocent kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, slight non con, fingering

Summary: jenson was sure you were his person and what better way to keep you tied to him than getting you pregnant?

“ hello darling” you hear jenson smooth voice say to you as he comes over to you, getting hand a microphone as you were interviewing him pre race. He had a devish smirk on his handsome face adoring the blush coating your round soft cheeks, his gaze drifted down your figure seeing you in a light blue long dress with white flowers.

You looked gorgeous, you always do in his vision especially with how innocent you were, god it does things to him. He craves to wreck your pure aura around you and take you until he is satisfied, yet another bit of him wanted to protect how innocent you were. Sometimes in his head he would picture him coming home from a race to you his pretty innocent wife swelled with his baby in your stomach.

“ hi jenson, so how are you feeling about the upcoming race?” You meekly ask him, he mentally cooed seeing you looking up at him with shiny eyes yet he took notice of you twirling you dainty ring, a tell sign that you were nervous.

He charmly replied to you, “ don’t want to jinx it but I feel like I will get good results especially if I have a pretty girl supporting me” he winks at you smiling widely seeing you blush again, adorable yet sexy at the same time. You were like a little vixen to him.

Soon you wrapped the interview up saying a way too quick goodbye for his liking as you rush to interview Lewis before they head into their cars. He glares at you two but mostly Lewis seeing you blush, his blush at something Lewis says. He hates it, you belong to him the very moment he saw you in the paddock.

He needs to do something, he can’t have someone sweep you off your feet and ditch him, even though you guys aren’t even… anything. He smirks darkly before getting in his car.

………………………………

“ and there goes Lewis and jenson, colliding, both getting sent to the barriers!”

You worriedly stare at the screen seeing the accidental collision, luckily it didn’t look bad but still made you worry. “ that’s rough, they both were going so good to!” Your friend may tells you coming to stand next to you.

“Y-yeah hope both of them are okay” you sigh biting your lip, “ anyway you should go don’t you have to interview jenson?” May asks you as your eyes widen, “ yes! Gotta go, bye!”.

You quickly go to the place your suppose to do the interview but this one doesn’t involve cameras just you and jenson, you get your note book ready to write what he says and see the questions you have to ask him, you jump when someone put there hand on your back, “ woah, darling just me” jenson chuckles at you.

“ oh sorry! You scared me” you tried to giggle it off as jenson stares at you with a soft look.

“ I was thinking we can do the interview in my drivers room where it’s colder” jenson suggested yet it kind of was more of a demand, “ u-uh I don’t k-know” you purse your lips, you guarantee if you went to his drivers room and he’s his usual flirty self you would embarrass yourself.

“ c’mon yn, no harm done if we do it in there” he tells you in a hard voice and using no pet name, something in you are you want to submit to his dominant voice so you did, nodding at him shyly making him smile brightly “ great, come on darling” he takes your hand in yours, guiding you to his room.

Getting in the space you go to turn around but is instead pushed on the small sofa in jenson driver’s room, you gasp in surprise. “ j-jenson what—“ he cuts you off with slamming his lips against your, kissing you feverishly as he gets on top off you.

You try to not give in so you trie to push him off you but he was so much stronger, he undos his belt and wraps it around your wrists putting them behind your head, “ nu huh, your not ruining this for me sugar, I know you want me to” his lip attach to the jugular of your throat, sucking harshly making you hiss but you couldn’t help yourself and let out a little whimper that he heard and smirked against your throat.

When he was content on how many marks he has left on your neck, he quickly got you out of your dress pulling it over your tied hands leaving you vulnerable only in your baby pink Lacey set. “ fuck, you’re beautiful, my beautiful girl” he says to you and much to your dismay you blushe.

You try to wiggle when he goes to take your underwear off, not wanting him to see your actually soak. He slaps your thigh making you jump as he glares at you, “ now, now. Don’t start being a brat, no one likes brats” he tutted, kissing your knee when you complied. “ good girl”.

“ look at how wet you are, my darling” he chuckles mockingly sliding one of his fingers over your slit making you whimper and buckle your hips up wanting more, what’s happening to you? You want him to touch you desperately…

He inserts two of his fingers in you making you moan softly as he fingers you deeply but kinda softly, “ oh g-god..” you whined as he laughs breathlessly, “ no god here sugar, jenson. Say it” he demands yet you were to caught up in the pleasure, he took his fingers out of you making you whine out of protest with tears welling in your eyes.

“ jenson.. please I need you..” you softly say breathless with the familiar blush coating your cheeks, he smirks at you but doesn’t give you his fingers. Instead you feel something much bigger brush against your stimulated clit, making you moan as he gently pushes in you. You didn’t even notice that he took his pants and boxers off.

Jenson grunts feeling you taking him in, he thrusts in you making you both moan. “ been dreaming on this forever” he groans as you continue to moan, “ p-please g-go faster” you beg needing more.

“ such good manners, of course my darling girl” he speeds up, grunting and deep raspy moans flying from his mouth as he did so. He sloppy kisses you hard on the mouth, your tongues colliding together with teeth’s clashing. Moaning in each other mouths as you both could feel your releases coming soon.

“ go-gonna c-cum” you moan loud making him cover your mouth, as much as he would love for people to hear your his. He knows it’s probably not the best decision so he will stick to people just seeing his marking on your neck.

“ c-cum with me darling” he pinches your clit making you jolt as you cum, he bites your neck to muffle his sounds as he slams in you cumming deep in you.

He pulls out as his cum seeps out of your whole making him quickly shove it back in you with his fingers as you tremble from the overstimulation. He sighs contently, he’s got you where he wants you now.

#NO GOD HERE SUGAR #folded in half #i’m cryign #what the fuuuuuuuck #MY DARLING GIRL?!#😩 good lawd #☾ moony reads too much — f1 fic rec

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it ain’t easy being the grid sluts’ slut

#my reverse harem 🤭🫶#webbonso #sebson #sebastian vettel #jenson button #mark webber #fernando alonso #formula 1 #f1 shitpost #everyday i think about them #if they were real they would’ve railed me already #but my delulu be losing 💀#grid sluts #f1

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angry ginge to lando in that one stream:

#source: sidemen #angryginge13 #lando norris #golden omg #screaming crying wailing #formula one #f1 shitpost #ginge just lives to be Lando’s sidechick and isn’t even fazed about it #ln4 #incorrect formula 1

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when I say I have a triple D I really was talking about Charles’ DNS/DNF/DSQ this szn

2023’s Top Ten Chaotic Moments of the F1 Season (in no particular order)

The De Vries ➡️ Ricciardo ➡️ Lawson ➡️ Ricciardo musical chairs

The Mclaren boys getting their laptimes deleted live on camera post Qatar Quali under the befuddled eyes of George Russell 🧍‍♂️

George’s T-pose, Estie’s slayful catwalk and Charles’ soulful longing look in the F1 intro 💃

Charles’ triple threat of DNF/DNS/DSQ in one season 🥲

Several broken trophies this year (starting with the one Lando sent to the shadow realms with his champagne pop) 🍾

Max smacking that RBR sticker on Charles, shaking him around and then turning to the camera like 😀

Mika Häkkinen’s gift of prophecy: the man said McLaren would suddenly become competitive and we laughed at him 👁️

The stressed pairs of Merc/Ferrari guys being summoned to the stewards about the planks in Austin and showing up with the power of a piece of paper and a vape 💨

So many inter-teams padel dates?? 🎾

Perez’s Japan run: crashed, changed wing, got a penalty, crashed again, changed wing again, retired, unretired, served his penalty and retired again 🪦

Honourable mentions 🥈 :

Carlos illegitimate child rumour one hot afternoon on f1twt

Dany Ric sniped by that flying tyre in lap 1 of Brazil despite not being involved in the accident

Vegas Hunger Games opening ceremony

Seb’s bee corner

1644 mood collaborative insta post after joint DSQ in COTA

A lot of James Vowles thirst on the TL

Charles Leclerc, known non-believer, plans a pilgrimage to Lourdes to get rid of his curse

Lance falling off wet stairs

Nando being a tik tok celebrity

Dishonourable mentions :

Qatar heat

Vegas drain cover

Piastri being a punching bag on wheels for other drivers for a few races straight

#f1 #big d energy charles #golden omg

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why the edge/christian storyline kinda 😳

it's so surprising to hear that most people that were in wwe back in 2018-2020 are now in aew! honestly i'm just hyped to watch the actual event even if i've got no knowledge of the storyline

thank you!!

y’all I have NOT watched pro wrestling in a while and I might end up going to an AEW event in my city in five months— someone plz give me a quick rundown because last I checked Trent and Chuck were DIRL and that’s it 😭😭😭

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accidentally posted on my f1 blog fuck 😭

but seriously- i have not watched pro wrestling since AEW happened 😕 i was just really into the elite and all before they became AEW (i think it was the very first ppv where they also had the adam killed another wrestler storyline??? i honestly cannot remember) but i promise i'll try to keep in touch with everything now!

you're absolutely goated. thank you so much! 🙌

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repercussions // daniil kvyat

summary: tired of flying under the radar after moving to monaco with her athlete sister, the last thing y/n expected was to fall in love with the russian she met at the bookstore.

so tired of this stagnant place that I’ve been living in, don’t know how it happened but I’m wearing thin

pairing: daniil kvyat x female reader

warnings: mentions of sex & suggestive content. y/n has a complicated relationship with her sister but the love is still there. potentially badly translated russian.

this is pretty long so I apologize in advance.

authors note: this is what happens when I go on vacation and can’t sleep at three in the morning because of time zones and then remember that one picture of dany and penelope for her third birthday

translation guide: meelaya= russian for darling

monte carlo. a city that never sleeps.

so it’s absolutely the wrong place for y/n y/l/n. the city’s saving grace was the quiet booksellers on a side street, set back from the bustling casinos.

she was a quiet person, a homebody. the kind of person that monte carlo would chew up and spit back out again. the kind of person that preferred a five-storey bookstore to a party boat ride in the middle of the night. the kind of person that didn’t care for the nightlife, or the hordes of world-class athletes that flocked to the tax haven every year.

the heels of her fall boots clicked against the marble tiles as she wove between the wooden shelves, running her fingers over the paperback covers and breathing in the smell of brand new, unread books.

she was curious by nature, a habit that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count in her twenty-four years of life.

y/n crossed into the romance section, eyes scanning the shelves for the latest from emily henry. the brightly coloured covers were on the top shelf, the pop art designs springing off the shelves as she dropped her canvas tote bag, resting it against the wall as she stepped onto the bottom shelf, testing her weight before extending her arm and reaching for ‘book lovers.’

it was just her luck that the soft paperback was set back from the rest and required some serious reaching in order to find a good grip on the book. she had almost grabbed it when she lost her footing, falling backwards from the shelf.

this is it. this is how I die, she thought, waiting for the moment that her skull would crack against the shelf behind her.

a moment that never came.

y/n looked up, heart racing, into the eyes of her saviour.

he had a soft face, one that was imperfect and oblong, yet still charming and inviting.

“are you okay?” his accent was hard to place, but if y/n had to guess, she would have said russian.

“yeah, yeah I’m alright.” she said quietly, slowly regaining her breath as the stranger helped her back to her feet “thank you for catching me, that could have gone very badly if you hadn’t.”

“no need to thank me. what is the point of having good reflexes of you don’t put them to good use?”

y/n chuckled, kneeling down to help the man pick up the books he had cast aside. “russian literature and childrens books? that’s an odd combination.”

the stranger laughed. “so says the woman who just fell off a bookshelf trying to get a romance book.”

she rolled her eyes. “ouch.”

“if you must know, crime and punishment is for me, and the childrens books are for my daughter.”

somehow that information hit y/n like whiplash. so much for her meet cute if the hot guy was already committed to somebody else.

“how old is she?” y/n asked gently, passing the stack back

“almost three. she’s with my ex girlfriend and her new guy this weekend. he’s a fucking red bull driver, off god knows where.”

of course she had heard of the infamous formula one drivers that called monaco home. in fact, her sister lived in the same building as three of them. however they did not run in the same crowds, you see. her sister was the life of the party when all y/n wanted to do was be where the hordes of people were not.

“I’m sorry to hear that things didn’t work out.”

“no worries. I’m over it.” he stuck out a hand. “danill. danill kvyat.”

“y/n.” she smiled, shaking his warm, calloused hand “thank you for saving me from certain death:”

“oh come on, that fall wouldn’t have killed you.”

“you don’t know that.”

you see, y/n y/l/n is a worrier in every sense of the word. worrying about how other people see her, how people react to the things that she does.

every possible outcome of every possible situation.

if there was something to worry about, y/n worried about it.

she lived in an almost constant state of melodrama, her mother used to say.

the pair continued their walk through the bookstore, heading towards the cash desk as they engaged in idle chatter, neither party dropping any big identifiers about their lives in the process.

“let me pay for that.” danill insisted as they got closer and closer to the till

“absolutely not.” y/n insisted, clutching the paperback to her chest. “I am perfectly capable of buying myself a book.”

really, she wasn’t. monte carlo is a very expensive city, despite the lack of taxes. but she had underspent on groceries that week, and had change to spare on new reading material to add to her never ending to be read stack.

but she still has her pride, and therefore she wasn’t going to let a beautiful russian stranger (whose name she now knew) pay for her.

“come on, it’s the least I can do to repay you for listening to me talk.”

“you’ve already saved my life today, you don’t need to buy my books as well.”

“but I insist!” daniil persisted as the young girl behind the counter rang up the purchase and read the total.

“it’s no big deal, daniil. thank you for the offer.” y/n thought the argument was over until she reached for her bag and realized it was no longer over her shoulder, spitting out a curse. “fuck. daniil, can you stay here while I run and grab my bag?”

the russian nodded, but as soon as y/n had slunk back behind the shelves, he whipped out his visa card and tapped the machine, paying for the book anyways.

when y/n came back, the line had already moved on, and the russian was standing against a table, two Papier bags in hand.

“you paid for it as soon as my back was turned, didn’t you?”

“guilty as charged.” daniil grinned, passing y/n the bag

“at least let me buy you a coffee or something.” y/n insisted. “I’m the one that should be repaying you, not the other way around.

really, she just wanted to spend more time with daniil, something akin to butterflies erupting in her stomach when she thought about his gentle smile, or his boisterous laugh.

it was like something straight out of a romance book.

they ended up going for lunch at a cafe down the road from the booksellers, and area of town that was still miles less busy than the rest of the casino city.

“so after you two broke up, she started dating your replacement at red bull ? that’s cold, man.”

that lunch would be the day they really got to know each other.

“what brings a girl like you to monaco? it doesn’t seem your style.”

“it’s not. my sister is a professional athlete. martial arts. I’m her manager, and she thought that it was okay to upend my entire life and drag me halfway across the world to live here with her because she didn’t want to be alone, which I understand, but now she has dropped me in that same spot she didn’t want to be in. I don’t really like change all that much, and there’s been too much of it lately for me to handle. I don’t make friends as easily as she does.”

daniil smiled “well, you’ve just made a friend now.”

it was the first time that y/n felt that she could be so brutally honest without consequence, without fear of saying something wrong or how the other party might react.

and for daniil, it was the first time he had felt seen, felt understood since his relationship with kelley had imploded.

they both felt at home with each other.

one lunch turned into two, which turned into a proper date, then two then three. then dates turned into heated kisses and wandering touches, nights at each other’s apartments, sheets clinging to sweaty skin.

but through all of this, y/n has still never met penelope, daniils little girl.

it was a cool october night, and nothing in y/n’s life felt right. it had been a long day at work for her day job, and she dreaded the realization that she still had a few tedious promotional tasks to perform in her sisters best interest.

as she was leaving the high rise building, she felt like she wanted to cry. she was supposed to meet daniil for dinner, and it was the last thing that she wanted to do: she was exhausted and annoyed from everything that had gone wrong in her day, her unshaven legs were an eyesore, and she was certain that her eye makeup made her look like a raccoon.

the sunshine yellow mercedes that sat in her parking space was the one luxury she had allowed herself after moving to monaco. she had saved for years to afford the amg car and it had taken more of her savings than she would have liked. she slid inside, dropping her tote bag in the backseat before turning on the stereo, resting her head against the steering wheel and letting out a scream, an old metallica song playing in the background.

when she was done having her little moment, she reached for her phone and dialled daniils number, running through all of the possible ways that she could articulate the way she was feeling, the anxiety coursing through her veins about the mere thought od trying to balance all of the things she needed to do for her sister against her date with dany and her downtime.

“hey, dan.” she started “listen, I’ve had a really long day and I still have stuff to do so I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to make it tonight, I’m nowhere near ready and I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

“hey, hey. y/n, it’s okay.” daniil soothed, his voice almost bringing tears to y/n’s eyes. “we don’t have to go out tonight. listen, I’ll order some takeaway and cancel the babysitter. we can stay in tonight, and I’ve got penelope which usually means a night full of pixar movies. don’t go home alone, meelaya. an empty house isn’t good for you.”

“yeah, okay. I’ll be there in half an hour?”

“that sounds great. hey, are you listening to metallica?”

y/n laughed. in the months she had known daniil, she learned to love that the russian loved heavy music. she had been raised in a household of classic rock and hair metal, and had even gone through the traditional and often regrettable emo phase, and had gotten her name on the wait list for the my chemical romance reunion tour.

“of course. see you soon, okay babe?”

“I love you.”

“love you more, dany.”

when she got to daniils apartment, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. relief surged through her body as the russian opened the door, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.

although his dating life had hit a standstill after kelley, he had never lost his touch, his kiss as soft and passionate as ever.

“daddy!” a small voice shouted from the other room “is y/n here yet?”

daniil laughed, pulling y/n into his chest for a hug. “yes, princess. come bring her your gift.”

the apartment echoed with footsteps as penelope kvyat ran into the front hall, carrying with her a bouquet of flowers bigger than she was.

“these are for you. I helped pick them out.” the three-year-old proclaimed, thrusting the bouquet towards y/n, who took them with a smile.

“thank you, penelope! they’re gorgeous.”

“hey, pen, remember I told you you could give y/n the flowers but then you had to go do your math homework?”

“who gives math homework to a three year old?”

“it’s literally addition and subtraction, she could finish it in ten minutes if she wanted to go but she gets distracted easily.”

after some minor complaints, penelope disappeared back into the dining room, allowing y/n to have some space and some private time with her lover.

“hey,” daniil said softly, reaching for y/ns hand “if this gets overwhelming for you, just tell me. please. I know it’s a lot and we’re still only a few months in-“

“dany, it’s okay.” y/n cut him off with a soft kiss. “she seems like a really sweet kid.” she grinned mischievously “and besides, every girl loves a dilf.”

daniil chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “lucky for us, pen has an early bedtime.”

the night went by faster than y/n could have imagined, and with each passing minute she was happier that she had decided to go to dans rather than back to her own, empty flat. dinner was traditional russian that daniil had picked up from a place down the road: perogies and creamy mashed potatoes, with dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets for penelope.

pen was very excited to meet y/n, and spent the night showering her in compliments about her manicured nails, her dress, the colour of her eyes.

after dinner, it was a scene that oddly reminded y/n of when she and daniil had first met each other, and subsequently argued over something as pointless over who was going to lay for the romance book she had fallen off the shelf trying to find.

daniil kept insisting that y/n should sit down and put her feet up, especially after the day she had, and y/n kept insisting that she was going to help clean things up, thinking that it was the least she could do in return for the evening.

and y/n y/l/n was putting the days of taking no for an answer behind her.

which is how she ended up washing dishes while dany cleared the table, the russian unable to resist playfully tapping her ass as he walked past with a stack of plates.

“do you want to talk about what happened earlier today, now that penelope is in the other room? it’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought that talking about why your day sucked as much as it did might make you feel better.”

that was one of the things she liked most about the russian: he was a good listener, letting her vent whenever she needed to, or listening to her talk herself through an anxious spiral, and he was on standby to help however he could if either party determined that it was needed.

“I’m sick of working two jobs. I can’t work at the firm, and manage my sister at the same time, its getting to be too much. the law job was supposed to keep me sane, it’s what I studied for, committed too. but I think I kept the job to prove to emmy that I don’t need to rely on her, that I can do just fine on my own, but somewhere deep down I hate that she’s found so much success and so much wealth and that I have just been dragged along for the ride.” she complained, aggressively using a dishcloth to clean one of the ceramic plates. “thank god I have a day off tomorrow, I need a fucking break.”

daniil didn’t say anything, knowing that y/n just needed space to vent, instead gently pulling her into his arms.

“why are families so damn complicated?”

dany smiled. “who knows, my love? who knows?”

after the dishes were done, the couple joined penelope in the sitting room: daniil in the middle of the couch, and pen and y/n on either side of him, a large bowl of microwave popcorn on his lap, ‘cars’ playing on the tv in front of them.

“daddy?” penelope asked, sitting up on the couch.

“yes, princess.” dany smiled

“can you braid my hair?” the toddler asked, a plastic disney hairbrush in hand

daniil chuckled, moving around on the couch to make space. “of course, sweetheart.”

it was a scene that made y/n’s heart stop and swell, watching daniil expertly plait his daughters hair. it was something so nurturing, and so domestic that for a split second, she could see this in her future, she saw this as her forever.

and that scared her.

“does this mean that you’re gonna braid my hair as well?” y/n asked with a grin, leaning on danys shoulder.

daniil turned his head, smiling back. “can you sit still long enough?”

“of course.” she teased, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before lowering her voice “do I get to call you daddy as well?” she joked, quickly kissing him again instead of waiting for an answer

so imagine her surprise when, after gently parting her hair and running his fingers over her skin, daniil leaned in and whispered “try it later and find out.”

it sent shivers rippling down her skin, combined with the loving way that he was holding her, two sharp contrasts that made her feel butterflies.

the end credits rolled, and penelope was sent off to get ready for bed while daniil and y/n (with her hair freshly braided) tidied the sitting room.

“I was going to wait until the morning, but after the day that you’ve had, I think I’ll give these to you now.” the russian smiled, digging through a desk drawer. “I e been planning this for weeks and there was a whole big reveal planned, but it’s whatever.”

“what’s this?” y/n gawked, looking at the white letter envelope dany pushed into her hand

“just open it and see.”

with a smile, y/n placed the empty plastic popcorn bowl back on the counter and used her fingernail to open the envelope, gently pulling out the sheets of paper inside with a gasp.

“a weekend in paris to see metallica?!”

“kelley and max have pen that whole week, it’s been ages since I’ve been to a concert, and the two of us have never done a weekend away.” daniil hummed, striding towards y/n and placing his hands on her waist. “what do you say? come to paris with me?”

y/n pushed onto her tip-toes, pressing a deep kiss to daniil’s lips. “of course I will. I love you.”

dany kissed her again with a smile. “I love you more.”

“not possible.”

they stood in the middle of the kitchen, wrapped in an embrace as they kissed, hands tangling in hair before daniil scooped her off her feet.

“I swear to god, if you hit my head on the cabinets again-“ y/n giggled as the former f1 driver placed her on the granite counter.

“it was one time!” he laughed, kissing her again as she looped her arms around his neck, gently biting down on his lip as she tried to pull him closer, legs wrapped around his waist.

“daddy?”

the interruption made both parties jump, with daniil hitting his head on the cabinet door handle.

“jesus christ.” y/n muttered, a hand over her heart as she slid off the counter. “pen, you scared us.”

“y/n,” penelope started, clutching a stuffed rabbit in her arms “can you read me a bedtime story?”

touched by the little girls request, she turned to daniil. “is that okay with you?”

“of course. it’s an honour for pen to ask you that.” dan chuckled, ruffling his daughters hair.

so y/n sat with penelope in the small, but cozy pink room, reading from a copy of harry potter and the philosophers stone that pen’s uncle charles had gotten her for her birthday, insisting that she was old enough for wizards now. daniil paused in the doorway, snapping a photo of his two favourite girls curled up next to each other as penelope started to fall asleep.

months passed, and y/n and daniil had officially moved in together. unable to decide whose apartment they were going to move into, they ended up buying a small townhouse together, away from the cluster of f1 related personnel living in monte carlo.

the master bedroom was y/n’s favourite room, flooded with light from the skylight over the dresser and the large picture windows, a metallica poster over the queen sized bed (with the floral duvet creating fantastic contrast) and the wall full of books, the favourite literature of the two lovers mending perfectly to create their own miniature library. the room had an ensuite and took up an entire floor, reminding y/n of her uncles house in yorkshire.

penelope’s room was directly below, painted in an eggshell blue so pale that it could be mistaken for white, a plush bed piled high with pillows and stuffed animals in the middle of the room.

throughout the move, dany had been fielding calls from his agent, desperate to find something new to keep him going since he couldn’t race in europe anymore.

and y/n had finally put her foot down, telling her sister to find a new manager because she wanted to focus on her day job.

weeks went by, their weekend away drawing closer and closer, offering both parties a break from their lives. soon enough, the weekend was planned to a T, suitcases packed and waiting at the door, airbnb rented and ready.

it was a three day trip: one for getting there and sightseeing, one for daytime love making and the actual concert and one for the return flight to monaco.

the flight was seamless, and getting through the airport was a breeze. daniil hired a private car, and did most of the driving himself. when they got to the rented penthouse, he scooped a blushing and giggling y/n into his arms and carried her through the doorway with a wide grin on his face.

leaving their suitcases in the living room, the couple explored the old apartment, marvelling at the french architecture.

y/n got to the bedroom first, staring dreamily out of the picture window at the view of paris, the bustling streets and the old buildings, with the eiffel tower standing high above it all in the distance.

daniil thought it was the most beautiful sight it the world: his girlfriend bathed in soft daylight, her motley crue shirt tied up at the bottom to reveal her gorgeous stomach, skinny jeans that made her ass look flawless.

everything about y/n was stunning, and he made sure to remind her of that every chance that he got.

the russian came up behind her, gently running his fingers up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss behind her ear.

“do you like it?”

“baby, I love it. I can’t believe I’m in paris, and tomorrow night I’m seeing metallica in concert.”

she turned around slowly, pulling dany in by the collar of his shirt so that his body was caging her against the window ledge. she kissed him gently, one hand on his chest and the other coming around to playfully squeeze his ass.

“change of plans.” daniil muttered breathily against her lips “we sightsee tomorrow, but right now, we are getting naked in that bed and not leaving until I have made you cum at least three times.”

the day of the concert arrived, and the penthouse was abuzz with excitement as the couple got ready, blaring spotifys ‘this is metallica’ playlist from the surround sound speakers.

the lovers were hand in hand as they filed into the arena with the rest of the general admissions crowd, and they barely let go of each other the entire time: from their clasped hands during ‘master of puppets’ as the jumped with the crowd, broad smiles on their faces, to y/n on his shoulders, high above the crowd during ‘for whom the bell tolls’.

they were giddy with laughter and slightly tipsy as they walked up the stairs to the penthouse, exhausted from the pure adrenaline of the heavy metal concert when they collapsed on the bed, not even taking off their shoes as they curled up with each other, daniils arms wrapped tightly around y/ns torso.

the following morning, y/n slowly shifted awake when she felt the bed move, daniils arms sliding away from her body. she was half awake when he sat down next to her, draping a plush blanket over her body.

“go back to bed, meelaya. you look exhausted.” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “have fun last night?”

“it was incredible.” she smiled widely, pushing up on her elbows to give him a kiss.

“I’m just running out to get some breakfast. how do chocolate crepes sound?”

“perfect.” she said softly, kissing him again. “drive safe.”

after daniil had left, y/n fell back asleep, banking another half hour before she woke up again, wondering why her lover wasn’t back yet. she tried not to think too much about it at first, getting in the shower in an attempt to avoid calling him in a panic, dressing in her tour shirt from the night before and a simple pair of lavender panties before going to the kitchen and making a hot chocolate, a dozen panicked scenarios seeping into her mind until her phone buzzed.

will be home in ten minutes. I have good news!🫶🏻

danill came back as y/n was getting the table set, a massive grin on his face.

“you know how I was calling around to all of those nascar teams to try and get a seat for the fall?” he started, wrapping his arms around y/n from behind

“yeah, what about it? did you get a call back?” she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice

dany nodded “herzeberg called while I was out. I’m going to drive in nascar!”

y/n shrieked “dany that’s amazing!” she said, throwing her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, meelaya.”

#been looking for a daniil kvyat fic for a while now #your honour im in love #xhsuxufuueiww #☾ moony reads too much — f1 fic rec

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