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bellewintersroe · 6 months
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hiii, could you write a danny ric fic, where the girl rides his tattooed thigh, as long as you're comfortable w that ofc. thank uu
omg yes 😏 thank you for your request <;3 Daniel Ricciardo x Reader ~ Thigh Riding 18+.
warnings: smut, thigh riding, dirty talk, orgasms, choking, mentions of some light slapping.
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My eyes dropped again onto the inked part of Daniel’s bare thighs. They looked so deliciously tanned, he looked fucking beautiful. We were training in a gym with three others present nearer to the back of the room, Daniel was supposed to be leading my workout by my mind was elsewhere.
“You listening, sweetheart?” My gaze snapped back up to his face, nodding innocently. “You look… distracted.” He knelt up, again, I felt my eyes fall back down to his muscular legs. “I am distracted.” I chuckled, laying back down to get in the right position to continue with my hip thrusts. “By what?” Daniel teased, shifting over to adjust my posture.
“Keep this part flat down.” He pressed just above my pubic bone, resulting in my stomach tightening from where he’d touched me. “By you.”
“Hm?” Daniel’s hand rested there. “Distracted by you…” I fell flat, giving up before I’d even started. “Why?” He questioned, but the glint in his eyes just proved he knew exactly why.
“Cos you’re so annoying.” I joked, nudging him in the abs. “You gonna keep working out, or??” His hand smoothed up to the bare part of skin between the hem of my shorts and my sports bra.
“Mmmh.” I moaned, knowing we’d been going at this for too long now. All I could think about was Daniel taking me right here, right now. If only we could kick everybody else out, it was our home gym after all. “That’s alright, babe, we can come back to it on Tuesday. You did good today.” When his hand slipped off I was left cold, longing for his touch again.
“Mmmh.” I pouted, rolling onto my front and watching him to begin tidying up. I perked my bum out slightly, Daniel glancing over with a smirk. “Get up, babe.” He nudged me with his foot, not seeming to have the time for my antics. Or so I thought…
As we headed out of the gym and towards the outdoor seating area, Daniel pulled me into him swiftly. Arm wrapped over the back of my neck as he kissed me deeply. “Daniel.” I giggled against his lips. “You were teasing me all afternoon.” He muttered, dropping all his thighs down onto the lounger behind him.
“Not on purpose.” I lied. “Not on purpose?” He mimicked, sinking down onto the chair. His hands rested on either side of my hips and he looked up to me, legs spread and just waiting for me to the mount them. “I was just having fun.” I smirked, holding eye contact. “Time for my fun.” He cheeked, talking my hands and pulling me to mount him.
When I went to put my other knee aside of him, he pushed it back between his legs so I was sat on his one, tatted thigh. I glanced down with a swallow, feeling him move up and kiss my exposed, flushed cheek. Daniel’s hair tickled under my chin, hands firming against my ass as I shifted a little on the muscle of his thigh. His shorts had ridden up, exposing his bare skin and tan lines he had going on beneath them.
He bounced his thigh slightly, catching my hum against his lips with an internal sigh of his own. “Daniel, what’re you-” my voice was cut short with a giggle.
“You know what to do.” His voice was hushed, tilting his chin up to me. My bottom lip fell slightly agape as he bounced his thigh again, indicating exactly what he wanted. It was exactly what I wanted as well.
A smile covered my lips as I pressed a few more kisses against his mouth, allowing him to move my hips with the press of his hands, pulling me back and fourth. I swallowed a moan, whining against his lips as my pussy caught over over the swell of his thigh. “You can do it harder than that.” Daniel whispered as I immediately followed lead, desperate to burn away at the need for friction felt in my pussy. Usually I was fully undressed, but somehow it felt even hotter that I was riding his thigh with my shorts on.
The fabric of them and my underwear was thin, still causing a barrier that somehow made me want to work even harder against his thigh. I rolled my hips, slowly at first, rubbing my pussy against his thigh, Daniel’s teeth were clenched together, etching out his jawline perfectly.
“C’mon baby, harder.” He glanced me up and down, using a hand to tug down on my sports bra, exposing my tits, to kiss and lick. The warm feeling of his tongue and mouth sent my head up to the clouds and I stabilised myself on the floor below, pushing myself harder down on his thigh with a moan I couldn’t avoid.
This was so hot, he was so hot, soon I was gyrated desperately over his leg, my wetness was probably seeping through the material of my shorts, making it slick and easier to fuck myself against Daniel’s thigh. “Oh, Daniel.” I pathetically gasped, his hand smoothing up to grip at my neck.
“Good girl, riding my thigh like that…” he pulled our foreheads together, free hand coming to stroke over my cheek. “You fuckin’ love it, don’t you?” The low tone mixed with the Australian accent did things to me and I sped up my movement, snatching hold of the waistband of his shorts in desperation.
“Yeah.” I pouted, my airflow slightly constricted at the feeling of his fist squeezing against my neck. Fuck, he was so hot, he bounced his thigh slightly causing a moan which was stuck in my throat to escape a little too loud. His hand on my cheek popped a small spank across my cheek causing my teeth to grit together in arousal.
“Shh, baby.” He reminded, I broke off his speech with a firm kiss to the lips. “Daniel…” I whined. “Daniel, fuck Daniel.” I choked out, repeating his name like it was the only thing I could muster. My pussy felt hot and pleasured, a little sore from the friction but it was crying out for more, more, more.
“You’re so fucking sexy, babe, oh my god. Look so fucking good ridin’ me like this.” He borderline groaned, shifting his hand to palm at the very prominent erection forming in his shorts. His cock poked at the material, length becoming obvious as the material became tight. The view was enough to set me off, nails digging into his flesh as my hand flattened over his cock, his much larger one coming to to navigate my own to please him.
With his guidance I began rubbing at his cock, my skin starting to prick with sweat as I sat up straighter, chasing the orgasm I knew was inevitable.
“Fuck, I wanna cum for you.”
“Cum all over my thigh, baby, fuck- you’ll make me cum in my pants, y/n.” His words spurred my on further, muscles clenching and legs beginning to shake as I felt the beginning of my orgasm building in my stomach. I bit back my moans, my head feeling fuzzy and overwhelmed as the intensity which surrounded us only drove me further. My hand tightened around his clothed cock, rubbing harder, faster. When Daniel began grunting and panting I knew it was all over for me and the coil in my belly snapped, sending me into oblivion as one of the strongest orgasms hit me.
His palm covered my mouth, muffling my moans as my eyes rolled back, pussy throbbing as my orgasm rippled through me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I choked out, voice hitching as my body shuddered, milking my way through his orgasm. My hand squeezed once more on the tip of his cock and he attempted to sit up in an attempt to move away, “fuck- wait-” but it was too late. Daniels jaw fell slack and he began breathing heavily, chest rising and falling as I felt a wetness begin to spread under my hand. Slumping on his chest, I came down completely, stroking his sensitive cock slowly as he shuddered and jerked at the sensation.
“Fuck, you made me cum in my pants.” He breathlessly spoke, glancing down to where his cum was beginning to leak out. “Fuck.” I moaned in amusement. Making Daniel cum in his pants was one of my most favourite things.
We met half way for a longing kiss, tongues moving slowly against each others seductively. “I need a shower..” he muttered.
“Why? I can just clean you up…”
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sugakookie78 · 9 months
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Spicy .jpeg (Instagram AU)
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
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@/Y/N.Y/L Vacation ft. Baby
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danielricciardo See you on the beach, babe <3
Y/N.Y/L <3
landonorris get your cuteness off of my page
Y/N.Y/L no <3. You decided to follow us, so too bad
landonorris but...
user1 They are so cute together!
user2 I agree. I wish I had what they have!
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@/daniel3.jpeg First vacation dump ft. Angel
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Y/N.Y/L Love you, baby. We should do it again sometimes
daniel3.jpeg <3
lando.jpeg What??? I was not expecting this today
daniel3.jpeg Well, you knew I was going to post something
user3 Hello? Daniel, you are getting a bit comfortable
user4 I don't know who I'd rather be
user5 I love them together!
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paddockbunny · 5 months
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Don’t Blame Me - Part 1
Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on a plate? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : Multi-part imagine Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, no strong warnings but it’s not intended for minors. And I know Max isn’t everyone’s thing so Max Verstappen warning too Images : curated from Pintrest
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Brazil ‘23
“This is a bit…odd.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you as he pressed the button for floor 9 upon entering the elevator. “What is?” You replied sheepishly. You hadn’t really been paying much attention for the last ten minutes. Your brain switched off the moment you checked you had everything from the back of the chauffeur driven car. Truth be told you were still feeling the effects of the sleeping tablet you had taken the night prior. All you wanted to do was delve straight into the big hotel bed and nap, not listen to your boyfriend drone on and on about something he found out of sorts. “We’re all in the same hotel. All of us. All the drivers.” His bottom lip jutted out a little as you glanced at him. It was odd, Max was right. You had accompanied him on several weekends (at his heartfelt insistence) and you had never known the teams to put their drivers in the same hotels - well, ok, maybe one or two teams did but not the whole grid.
After the initial thought of it being a bit strange wore off the first thing you couldn’t help but think of was how this meant Daniel was staying here too, in the same hotel. He would be sleeping somewhere in one of the many rooms of the same hotel as you were. Sleeping, Daniel, hotel plus you.
Christ, calm yourself! You thought. This whole crush you had developed on Daniel was getting ridiculous and completely out of hand. You didn’t even know the man existed at the start of the year and now suddenly you were borderline obsessed with him. This was the type of thing a shrink would have a field day with. There was probably something weirdly wrong with your psyche at fancying your boyfriends best friend and ex-teammate. But then again, look at him?! Ugh! You scolded yourself again when you thought about how fucking hot he was. And right then, right as you were thinking of Daniel’s full perfect pouty lips crashing down on yours your boyfriend nudged into you and broke you out of your daydream. “Sorry, I’m still tired.” You pouted in an attempt to cover up what you were thinking about. There wasn’t a time when you didn’t make a miraculous goal saving recovery when thinking (or fantasising) about Daniel. You had become a master at it. An expert. Max smiled sympathetically. “We can have a nap when we get in.” He ran his hand down the back of your head, his fingers momentarily getting lost in your tresses. You smiled genuinely because Max was so sweet and gentle with you. He had a loving, nurturing side that not many people got to experience. He was a gentleman at heart.
As soon as you got into the hotel room you were spending the next six nights you practically ran toward the bed. Hotel rooms all began to look the same when you were in them as often as you had started being. Max wanted you at as many races as possible. He claimed he drove better with you there and he got a better nights sleep with you in his arms. But there was a small little part of you that thought he simply enjoyed showing you off. He liked gloating that you were his girlfriend and making other men jealous. As you sat down on the big fluffy duvet covered bed you moaned in satisfaction. Hotel beds and bedding were always a hit or a miss and this one, well, it was perfection. You felt Max’s intense stare as you kicked off your shoes and arose from your position to take off your jeans. As the dark material pooled at your feet you swore you heard Max try to hide a groan. He was a lingerie man and just the sight of you in a thin scrap of black lace fabric got him going. But sex with your boyfriend was the last thing on your mind. You just needed to nap, rest and try forget that somewhere in the hotel Daniel was probably doing the same (or showering….stop thinking about him naked! Your inner monologue scolded you). With the thought of him swirling around your head you held your hand out toward your boyfriend as you peeled back the covers of the bed. “Join me.” Max’s face lit up “Not like that” you let out a short, amused laugh “come snuggle.” Max pouted, his bottom lip jutting out momentarily before shrugging and ridding himself of his zip up and his own jeans.
Max’s arms engulfed you as you lay with your back to his front, hard up against him. With the faint whisper of a smirk you pretended not to feel his semi graze against your butt several times. Max was possibly the most libidinous man you had ever met. He was always ready to go, anytime, anywhere. He was like a horny teenager. It rather amused you how hot for you he was. But as you nodded off you weren’t dreaming of all of the ways Max could make you moan. You weren’t dreaming of him above you or between your thighs. No. As your eyes closed and breathing laboured your regular scheduled fantasy showed up right on time. The feeling of his big, veiny hands slowly winding around your little waist made your breath catch in your throat. You could practically feel the stubble burn of his beard against your soft thigh as he inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most. A small, stifled huff fled passed your parted lips as the desire to be left with a stinging reminder of him upon your flesh gripped hold of you. Even asleep you could feel the twisting, grappling, burning way down deep in the pit of your stomach for him. Daniel. You could envision him staring up as you, taunting you from between the apex of your thighs. Smugness written all over his face. Blood rushed between your legs at the thought of it and even in slumber you couldn’t hold back your soft moan. The thought of his perfect dreamy lips, his silky wet tongue, his hot breath against the most intimate part of you sent a shudder all across your body. Another moan followed and you felt a pair of lips caress your naked shoulder. You so desperately wanted your dream to have turned into reality that you were startled by the voice that came from the lips still attached to your skin.
“Having a dirty dream about me?” Max (sounding delighted in the possibility) purred lowly. He ripped you from your own imagination. Pulled you back from having hallucinations of Daniel’s tongue against your slick folds. You didn’t want to expose yourself that you were thinking carnal thoughts about another man - one that he was such close friends with - and you sure as hell didn’t want to have sex with him after you were pulled out of a sleep induced, orgasm hunt. So when you felt his hand run across the skinny elastic of your panties you grabbed hold of it and flipped on to your back to look at him. “Chris Evans, actually.” And Max laughed. “That’s not fair. I can’t compete with him.” You smirked knowing how well you had played it and that you had covered your filthy little fantasy about Daniel well enough your boyfriend bought your rouse.
But the incredible image of Daniel looking up at you with hungry, devilish eyes - and an even hungrier, waiting mouth - never left your mind.
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f1girliefics · 24 days
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Moving to Australia to Live with Daniel Ricciardo
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He brought up the idea of moving in together after one time you missed a flight back home and he had enough.
He wanted you close anyway.
And you two have been dating long enough for it not to be crazy.
Living together, however, was a big step.
Moving to Australia was a whole new level.
Since money was no issue to him, it was more you.
Your doubts and fears.
But he was always quick to reassure you and help you along the way.
And once you moved there, you realized the true beauty of Australia.
Danny would take you to the most beautiful places, he would show you so many new things.
He even took you to check out the koalas.
It was a whole new world, but it was your world now.
And you knew it held a future for you with Danny.
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landologs · 1 year
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As queen doja cat said "i like big noses, cause you can, like, sit on them" face sitting with Daniel Ricciardooo 🙈
Yes, immediately yes. Also, pls bare with me idk why but I wrote a little pre-scene to the smut, it's not very long and we get into the good stuff pretty quick but I just wanted to apologise because I literally cannot write anything short for the life of me.
I Like Noses, Big Noses - Daniel Ricciardo
Warnings: 16+ only!! Mentions of smut and sexual themes.
Word Count: 2.7k
Description: Face-sitting with a sexy Daniel Ricciardo whom you meet on a night out.
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The feeling that crept between your legs when he wandered past you, leaving a trail of cologne to fill your nose while he all but pretended he hadn't noticed you, was one you thought you could never possibly forget. He held a bright smile while he conversed with other people at the bar, chatting the night away while you absentmindedly watched from the corner, oblivious that he was just as aware of your presence as you were of his, he was just a little more subtle about it than you…
His face was a new one to you, you’d never seen him before, especially not at the club that your friend group frequented; he was simply a stranger hanging out with his friends over a few drinks. But the other strangers in the club didn't seem to agree, with many of them talking to him and some even interrupting him to take photos, not that he seemed to mind. He had the whole place under some sort of charm, people looking in his direction constantly while he partied with his friends, seemingly infatuated with everything he did.
After realising that your interest in him was starting to get pathetic, you decided to bring your focus back to the reason why you were out in the first place, your birthday. Your closest friends had dragged you there to celebrate, and as you brought your attention back to them the one thing you'd hoped they wouldn't do was on its way towards you.
Much to your dismay, a bartender dressed smartly in a shirt and tie was on his way to your booth with a magnum of champagne, and as if that wasn't enough there was a sparkler spraying out the top of it to ensure maximum attention was drawn to you and the other girls.
You thought that the comically large sash and tiara labelling you as the 'birthday bitch' was enough to embarrass you, but your friends certainly had other plans. Knowing you were the type to keep a low profile even in places like a nightclub, they were certainly putting up their best effort to get you to let loose.
The bartender placed the champagne bottle down on your table and threw you a kind, probably sympathetic smile, as your cheeks turned pink from the cheers coming from the people around you; the gradual mumble of the happy birthday song started to drown out the music. Soon enough, more than half of the club were chanting away, throwing their arms in the air and smiling in your direction; you, on the other hand, wished for the ground to swallow you whole.
"Drink!" Some girls to your left yelled, motivating your best friend into action as she grabbed the bottle and stood up in the booth next to you. You gave up on resisting at that point, hoping that if you obliged then it would all end sooner.
With a grin you couldn't help but smile at and a completely forgivable face, your best friend lifted the bottle of champagne and gestured for you to drink from it, gently pushing your head back and starting to pour the liquid in your direction. With only a split second before you would inevitably become soaked in the liquid, you had no choice but to open your mouth and accept the silly gesture that she had started, swallowing the tasty drink until you actually began to enjoy the cheers from around you.
A few seconds, which felt like minutes passed and your friend finally let up, giving you a chance to breathe while she took a sip from the drink herself and cheered along with the rest of the crowd. You couldn't help but let out a few laughs at the scene she had caused in the nightclub around you, and as you let your eyes scan the people, a certain pair stopped your own in their tracks.
Big, brown and dripping with some sort of aura you had never seen before, they once again made your heart skip; a pang of interest sparked in your groin and you crossed your legs as you held eye contact with him. To your surprise, he turned back to the people he was once talking to and looked to bid them goodbye, tapping a shorter male on the shoulder just before he began to walk in your direction.
A light flutter in your stomach set in as you realised he was definitely coming towards you, not because you didn't want him too, but because god you wanted nothing more than for him to notice you back when you had been checking him out earlier.
His wide frame swayed gently as he made his way over, black jeans and an oversized t-shirt encasing his frame. You couldn't help but notice his perfect neck, paired immaculately with a jaw that was decorated in light stubble just how you liked it. Dark curls sat softly on top of his head, eyebrows the same rich colour framing his face, and to top it all off a defined nose filled the remaining space on his face just perfectly.
You analysed him just enough and checked that your friends were occupied dancing in the crowd that had formed around your booth; you tried to act like you were busy enough to not be checking him out, but free enough to welcome him as he reached your booth. His presence filled the air next to you and you looked up from your purse that you had pretended to be busy looking through, and a bright smile met you, white teeth all perfectly aligned and complimenting his features.
"Hello." You tried to act nonchalant.
"Hi, can I sit?" He asked, gesturing to the empty seat next to you.
"Of course." You scooted along to make room for him and he happily sat, his wide frame and warm thighs taking up the space and rubbing gently against your own.
"I'm Daniel." He held out his hand for you to shake, which you did but not before you let out a quiet laugh at his politeness.
"Y/n."
"Well, happy birthday y/n!" His smile broadened if that was even possible, and you found yours spreading too, and that was the moment you knew that you would let that man do anything he wanted to you in the whole wide world.
And that's exactly what you did.
You inevitably lost your friends, and instead of trying to find them, you spent hours conversing with Daniel and getting to know him. When he suggested taking the conversation back to his suite you happily obliged, again talking for what felt like forever and only mere seconds at the same time.
You shared a bottle of your favourite wine on the couch at the foot of his bed, and as your glasses emptied and filled again you felt yourself relaxing against the soft fabric, and then against him. Without realising quite how close you were, you both laughed and got to know each other for hours, the wine only making you more confident as the questions you asked one another got more risque.
When your legs grew tired and you wanted to pull them up underneath yourself, you realised your heels still hung onto your feet; with a quick apology you withdrew from him and placed your wine on the luxe coffee table in front of you, and then bent down and started fighting with the clasp on your shoe.
"May I?" He interrupted your efforts with a gentle touch on your thigh, and the warmth from his fingers instantaneously spread to your core.
"Yes." You said far quieter than you intended and watched attentively as he placed his glass next to yours and then took his place on his knees in front of you.
His fingers traced your calves ever so gently and he was able to undo the shoes much quicker than you could with your long nails, and as he slipped your second shoe off you found yourself disappointed that the clasps hadn't put up more of a fight, because the view you had from where you were sat was awakening something in you that you were almost too afraid to let out.
So thank god he did it for you.
Without another word his hands traced up your calves and thighs this time too, settling right at the hem of your mini skirt; he lifted himself from the ground with no effort at all and paused for a moment. His hands stilled and his eyes, swirling with need, met yours. He seemed to be waiting for confirmation that you wanted this just as much as he did, and you wasted no time letting him know what you desired.
Your arms wrapped around his solid shoulders and you dragged him towards you, letting your lips finally brush together. His firm hands found their way to your waist as he dragged you both up the couch to find a comfortable space to lie flat, all while his tongue danced with yours. When he stilled, you expected to feel his weight as he settled on top of your body, but when you felt nothing you opened your eyes and saw how he held himself over you, holding his weight with his knees and not wanting to squish you with his larger frame.
You brushed away his worries and pulled him down onto you, your body humming as his weight pressed you further into the couch; you wanted to feel every ounce of his touch but considering the kisses he was leaving on your neck were drawing sighs from you already, you feared for how you would react if he touched you in the places you really wanted him too.
It was like he read your mind; just as you started to think about his attention being directed to other places on your body, his kisses began trailing down. First, he nibbled your shoulder, then licked and kissed your cleavage, gently pulling the strap of your silky dress down with just a finger to let your breasts fall free. His lips almost immediately attached to them, his teeth grazing them and his tongue soothing them after the harsh nibble he had left.
The sounds he was pulling from you with just his lips and tongue were making your cheeks grow red, but when he looked up and saw your flustered state it only egged him on, his smile growing wider at the fragile state you held above him.
Just as you thought you could predict what he was planning on doing next, he caught you off guard by grasping your thighs, turning you both over and settling you onto his chest. You looked down at his flustered face and swollen lips beneath you, feeling your core pang when his lips edged towards your inner thigh; he left kisses there and they felt like they burned and soothed your skin all at the same time.
He put you into a trance and as you focused on the direction his lips were going, you found your hands wandering first to his shoulders, and then into the thick curls that lay on top of his head. You couldn't help but pull on them when he began to kiss your clothed clit, his tongue running over it even though it was still protected by the lace of your underwear. If you didnt feel him move the lace to the side then you would have thought your pants were already gone, but as you realised the pleasure he had just given you was with the underwear protecting your bud, your stomach twisted as his eyes looked up at you and teased like he knew what was coming and you didn't.
"Can I?" He was breathless.
"Yes." So were you.
And he finally licked the place you needed him to the most. As soon as his tongue started to explore your folds, every sexual encounter you had previously flew out of your mind. If this was sex, then you had certainly never had it before, because what he was doing to you while you sat above him and watched, felt like it was going to make you explode.
You had to draw your eyes away from his and focus on something else, anything else. Because the look he was giving you was enough to make you fall apart on its own, and paired with the skill of his tongue you bet you barely had two minutes in you before you came.
Your left hand found his hair again, and your right grasped the couch cushion next to his head. His hands wrapped around your thighs and held you firmly against his tongue, which was keeping its steady, perfect pace all too well. He not only treated your clit like royalty, but his tongue also explored your lips, and as he dragged it down and back up and back down, your hips began to grind against his face and you couldn't stop them even if you tried.
You swore that you felt him smile against you, and a quick glance down confirmed your suspicions as he let a soft laugh ripple against your core, making it ache all the more. He softened his grasp on your hips and let you grind them against what you thought was his tongue, but when you felt it skim your entrance, you realised it was the tip of his nose that was paying all the attention to your clit after all.
"S, sorry." You choked out as you moved backwards off his mouth and stopped the movement of your hips altogether, but this made his eyebrows furrow gently and he looked up at you in confusion.
"It's okay?" He confirmed, and you saw how your slickness coated his face and he seemed to be enjoying himself even though you weren't doing anything for him at all. "If it makes you come, then I'm okay with it." He reassured you with a kiss on your thigh, but in your flushed state, you were too busy staring down at him trying to control your breathing.
"Does it feel good?" He spoke again, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on your thighs that were still on either side of his head.
"Mhm" You could hardly muster the words but it did, it really did...
"Then let me keep going." His words made you bite your lip to hold back a smile, but you failed as you grinned down at him and he returned the gesture as his mouth attached to you again.
His lips found their place at your entrance and he helped position your clit against the tip of his nose again, he even teased you by rubbing it back and forth a few times before you got confident enough to start grinding against him on your own.
As soon as he started to move his tongue again you knew you had no longer than a few minutes left in you, and it seemed that you overestimated yourself. When you felt the vibration of his own moans against your pussy it all became too much, and you found yourself coming apart in waves above him, coating his pretty face in even more of your wetness as he lapped up your orgasm until you were done.
"Oh my..." You began, breathless. "Holy fuck." You sighed, bringing your arms up to tuck your hair behind your ears and realising how shaky your arms were from the pleasure he had just bathed you in with only his mouth.
"How was that?" He asked and you looked down at him in disbelief, and when you saw the smug grin on his face you knew that he knew exactly how it had been.
"Shut up." You joked, playfully covering his face with a pillow before you climbed off him and took a seat next to him on the sofa.
The only answer you could give him was a kiss. You engulfed him gently once again, your arms finding their way back to his shoulders as you kissed him with the only energy you had left after whatever he just did to you. Because you couldn't call that an orgasm, you'd had plenty of orgasms and that...it was something else, something worthy of a title of its own.
The only thing you could think of doing was attempting to repay him for what he had just given you; you knew that you were fucked...he was definitely engraved in your memory forever, so it was only fair to repay the favour by giving him the best night of his life in return.
And that's exactly what you did.
dear santa, im gonna need you to deliver me this man because i just know that is exactly what it would be like irl
also…that’s what doja cat meant right?? if not then whoopsies but i still think it was hot
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Pairings: Daniel Ricciardo x reader
Words: 3515
Summary: Daniel may have been acting like a creep, he also may have made a fool out of himself... But, in the end it was worth it.
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This is weirdly specific, but I really enjoyed writing it and I couldn’t get it out of my head until it was all out!
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“Why are we meeting only in this coffee shop lately?” Blake huffed in frustration as he sat down across from Daniel. “I need to drive across the city to get here.”
Daniel ignored his complaints, not really willing to explain why unless he absolutely had to. “Nice to see you too, mate.”
If Blake pressed him further about why they were meeting here recently, rather than somewhere closer to them both, Daniel would probably joke that it was because of good coffee, just to annoy him further. The truth was, Daniel came across this coffee shop by accident, and while it wasn’t anything particularly special, it was situated across from a very special art gallery.
Actually, the gallery wasn’t that special either. There was only one part that Daniel was interested in about that gallery and it was her.
He saw her for the first time when he was sitting at one of the tables on the terrace at this exact coffee shop. She was at some other table, not too far from him. She was absolutely stunning. Probably one of the most gorgeous women he’d ever seen. She had this effortless elegance and this air of confidence around her that piqued his interest further. But what really drew him in was one simple situation.
As Daniel was finishing his coffee and waiting on Blake who was uncharacteristically late, he noticed a boy excitedly running up to the ice cream display they had in front of the coffee shop. He had his palms on the glass and his nose was almost sticking to the barrier as he was picking out which flavour to get. After he finally chose, he asked the employee for a strawberry scoop in a cone in the politest and shy voice. Then he pulled out a couple of nickels from his pocket and started counting. As the employee reached over the glass display with an ice cream in hand, offering it to him, the little boy realized that he didn’t have enough money to pay. Daniel was ready to stand up and buy it for him, but the beautiful woman he was ogling earlier beat him to it.
She smiled at the little boy, greeting him and telling him in a soft voice to keep the money, because she will buy the ice cream for him. The child didn’t know what to say at first, clearly tempted by the offer, but still wary of the stranger in front of him. She simply crouched down, explaining how she was going to buy an ice cream for herself too and that it was no trouble in getting him one as well. ‘It would be a shame to waste it after you picked it out, right?’, Daniel remembers her saying, before the little boy nodded and smiled happily. As the boy got his ice cream, thanking her excitedly, she smiled wide and Daniel was done for. If he thought that she was gorgeous before, she was absolutely breathtaking as she smiled and chuckled at the boy’s enthusiastic demeanour.
Daniel could only stare in awe as she said goodbye to the boy, still smiling light-heartedly as she took one scoop of vanilla ice cream for herself and then made her way to the gallery opposite the street. She unlocked the doors and got in and Daniel’s heart soared as he watched her eat the ice cream contently through the huge glass doors of the entrance. He stayed just a little while longer, observing her as she worked, greeting everyone who came in the gallery with a polite smile and giving them her undivided attention.
“Are you even listening to me?” Blake snapped his fingers in front of Daniel’s face, making him return back to reality.
“Yeah, sure. I am.”, he replied and Blake looked at him with an exasperated facial expression.
The waiter approached them then, taking their coffee orders. Blake didn’t comment on it much, but he could see that Daniel was distracted. As they talked about their upcoming plans, Daniel responded with quick answers, which was unlike him. On top of that, he kept glancing away, looking somewhere else. By the end of their casual meeting, Blake was about to broach the subject and ask him what was wrong, but he didn’t get a chance.
“Where are you going?” Blake furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Daniel get up from his seat.
“I need to do something. Before we head to L.A.”, he simply explained, which only made Blake more confused.
They were leaving in a couple of days, but as far as he knew, there was nothing urgent to take care of.
On the other hand, Daniel looked incredibly nervous as he counted the money and left it on the table, before gathering his things so he could leave. During his conversation with Blake, he realized something. Amongst all the planning and travelling, he figured out that this could be his last chance to get inside that gallery and try to talk to that woman, maybe even ask her out.
If he didn’t at least try, he would definitely regret it. And Daniel wasn’t the one to back out from a challenge; he was determined and courageous. At least, he usually was. But now, it was a bit more difficult.
Still, he said goodbye to a confused Blake and made his way across the street.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to do something before we leave in a couple of days!” Daniel explained in a hurry, only turning around to glance at Blake as he was walking and then finally stood in front of the glass doors he was staring through earlier.
“Mate, that’s an art gallery!” Blake called out after him, like Daniel entering a gallery could be realistic only if it were by mistake.
Okay, granted, that was true.
But still, Daniel didn’t listen to him and carried on, adamant as always.
Once he entered the gallery, he realized quickly that he was out of his depth. It’s pretty silly, but he didn’t even consider anything else except looking into her eyes and what is he going to say to her in order to make a good first impression. Which was a very tough thing to do, he realized, when he was entering a sophisticated space as an art gallery wearing a t-shirt, shorts, his signature black Vans and a pink cap on backwards. He didn’t particularly look like the type of clientele that visited these places, and while usually standing out wouldn’t bother him too much, he was painfully aware of it at that moment.
Nonetheless, Daniel pretended like he knew what he was doing and decided to take a look around. He stared at the paintings with a thoughtful expression on his face, mostly trying to seem like he was contemplating the art in front of him.
Soon enough, he saw her approaching from the corner of his eyes. He didn’t turn to look at her before she was only a few steps away.
He was met with a wonderful, light smile and charming eyes. She looked even more gorgeous up close and Daniel momentarily forgot how to speak or even breathe.
“Hello.”, she greeted him politely. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Uh… I…”, Daniel stammered, eyes wide as his brain short-circuited.
“Are you searching for anything in particular or just looking?” she didn’t seem phased or weirded out, giving Daniel enough time to compose himself.
“Just looking.”, he smiled as well. “I saw it from outside and I was just curious.”
She nodded. “I can tell you something about the artists we have displayed right now, if you’d like that.”
Daniel hesitated. He wanted to keep talking with her, but he also didn’t want to make an ass out of himself.
“Uhm…”, Daniel scratched the back of his neck nervously. “This may be a good time to tell you I don’t know anything about art.”
She actually giggled at that. “Not to sound presumptuous, but I kinda figured that.”
Daniel sighed, smiling guiltily. “What gave it away?”
She simply beamed at him. “Doesn’t matter if you know anything about it or not. For whatever reason, you’re here.”
He furrowed his eyebrows at her and she smiled even wider. Daniel sincerely hoped that she won’t ask for the real reason he found himself in this art gallery.
“Art can be enjoyed even if you don’t know anything about it.”, she said with a shrug, like it was something obvious.
“What do you mean?” Daniel asked, his interest growing.
“It’s not about knowing the artist, or the technique, or the period the piece belongs to. It’s what it makes people feel and think.”, she got serious as she explained what she meant. “Art shouldn’t be about the price tag, but about how people respond to it.”
Daniel nodded at that. It sounded reasonable and simple, but they were still standing in an art gallery, where people come to spend huge amounts of money for a piece of art that they will hang on the wall in their expensive houses.
“I think the owner of this gallery may disagree with you.”, Daniel joked.
The woman grinned. “I don’t think she would.”
Daniel looked at her strangely, before realization dawned on him. “You’re… Fuck. You’re the owner?”
“In the flesh.”, she laughed at Daniel’s surprised reaction. “I mean, my surname is above the doors still, I think.”
“That’s your surname?” his eyebrows rose up in interest and he plastered on his award-winning smile. “Mind telling me also the name that goes with it?”
She chuckled, looking down on the floor in a moment of brief shyness, before telling Daniel her name. They shook hands and a spark of electricity shot up his arm when her soft hand enveloped his own.
“That’s a very pretty name.”
“Not nearly as famous as yours, I’m afraid.”,
Once again, Daniel was astonished. “You know who I am?”
“Are you surprised?” she teased a little, smirking.
“Maybe a little.”
It was like she flipped a switch; Daniel suddenly eased into the conversation, feeling much more comfortable than at the beginning. He didn’t know a single thing about art, so the fact that she knew who Daniel is could hopefully be a point in his favour.
There were only a few seconds of silence as they stared into each other’s eyes. She was absolutely captivating and her eyes were drawing Daniel in like he was under a spell. The light smile she wore was confident and her posture was the same, but there was a light pink tint on her cheeks that wasn’t there before. On top of that, she glanced briefly at Daniel’s lips, almost too quick for him to notice, which was another sign in his favour.
She cleared her throat, glancing away for a second and breaking the tension that was growing between them. “What can I say? I like my Picassos as much as I like my Ferraris.”
“A Ferrari girl, huh?”, Daniel pretended to frown, acting displeased.
“I’ll root for whatever team when they give you a seat, Ricciardo.”, she winked at him and Daniel almost passed out. "Until then, I'm cheering on the Ferarri boys."
He laughed. “Sounds good.”
They were interrupted for a moment when she was called away by a customer. She smiled at Daniel, excusing herself and walking away. He couldn’t help it; he didn’t keep his eyes off her as she made her way across the gallery to an old man who was standing in front of a painting that Daniel could only describe as a child’s drawing.
Instead of standing there waiting and staring at her like a creep, Daniel decided to walk around the gallery and take a look at the other paintings. There were actually a few that he liked and actually thought were impressive, although he didn’t recognize any of the artists’ names written under the frames. His gaze escaped every now and then to her frame; watching as she talked with the customer enthusiastically. She seemed passionate about what she was doing and it showed.
When she finished with the old man, Daniel was also at the end of his tour of the gallery. She joined him as he stood in front of a painting that looked like someone splashed buckets of different-coloured paint on a canvas.
“What’s your favourite?” he turned his head towards her.
She seemed confused by the question. “My favourite?”
“Favourite piece in the gallery?” he tilted his head at her. “You must have one.”
She hummed absent-mindedly, glancing around the space decorated by costly art. “I have a few.”
“Show me.”, he pleaded in a soft tone and she smiled broadly.
They were now alone in the gallery and she seemed even more relaxed than before. She showed him three paintings, offering brief descriptions of the work and the artist, occasionally answering a question that Daniel had. In the end, they stopped in front of a painting of a boat near a rocky coast. The waves were big and it seemed like the beginning of a storm. The details were absolutely incredible; Daniel could almost hear the waves splashing against the shore as he inspected the painting.  
She started talking, but it was like Daniel’s mind switched off. He gawked at her as she looked at the piece of art, saying something about watercolours, imaginative landscapes and expressive colourisations. Daniel’s eyes were fixed on her lips as she explained the metaphors and mentioned a thing or two about the dramatic effects of natural light. For all he cared, she could recite the alphabet and she would still be able to hold his attention.
At the end of her explanation, she looked at him and Daniel immediately sobered up, nodding and pretending to understand everything she just said to him.
“I think I’ll buy this one.”, he blurted out.
She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? Why?”
Daniel shrugged, like he was buying a carton of milk and a loaf of bread at the supermarket, not an art piece which cost thousands. “I like it.”
She looked at the painting, frowning.
“Besides, maybe as an expert, you can come over to my place for a coffee and help me decide where to hang it up?” Daniel offered, his smile wide and confident.
She shook her head, still staring thoughtfully at the artwork. “I think you missed my point, Ricciardo.”
“What do you mean?”, he seemed confused as she looked at him, disappointment evident in her face.
“I’m not selling you the piece.”, she said firmly, her smile gone.
“Why not?”
She shrugged. “Money can’t buy you everything, Daniel.”
And with that, she turned around and walked away from him. He accepted defeat in silence, sighing heavily before leaving the gallery in a rush.
He was surprised to see Blake still at the coffee shop. It seemed like Daniel’s facial expression revealed all of the negative emotions that he was feeling in that moment, because his friend winced when he approached his table.
Blake tsked. “You fucked up?”
Daniel nodded, taking off his hat and threading his fingers through his hair in frustration. “It was a major fuck up. Catastrophic, even.”
“That bad, huh?” Blake looked at him with sympathy.
Daniel replayed the conversation in his head, groaning as he realized how stupid he sounded. She clearly explained to him how she feels about art; how she wanted people to feel something when appreciating it and how she wanted people to buy it because of its emotional value, not the price tag, prestige or something else superficial. And then he went and offered to buy an artwork and asked her to his place to help him decide where to put it. It was a poor attempt at flirting, certainly not his best, but he was also so nervous around her that he barely had the mental capacity to think through what he was saying before it already passed his lips.
“I think she thought that I tried to buy her time.”, Daniel slumped down in a chair.
“What the hell did you say to her mate?”
“Let’s just go.”, Daniel sighed, glancing at the gallery with regret.
For the rest of the day, Daniel couldn’t stop thinking about her. He also couldn’t get out of his head how he managed to make such a fool out of himself.
So, like a true athlete he is, tomorrow he tried again, refusing to admit defeat.
He gave himself one more chance to approach her and ask her out, but this time he would try to do that without sounding like a dumbass. If it doesn’t work, then he’ll leave her alone. There’s a fine line between being persistent and too pushy after all.
She was standing behind the front desk in the gallery, typing on her laptop as Daniel entered.
She only glanced at him briefly before turning back her attention to the laptop and resuming typing. “Back for another piece? Or an art lesson?”
Daniel hesitated, leaning on the high desk with his forearm, trying to appear as casual and confident as possible. “Back to right some wrongs.”
“Oh?” that seemed to pique her curiosity, her eyebrows raising as she looked at him. “Do tell.”
“I think you misunderstood me yesterday, which is my fault.”, he sighed, staring at her eyes. “So, I’m sorry about that.”
“Nothing to apologize about, really.”, she simply shrugged it off, typing some more on her laptop.
There was a beat of silence when the only thing that could be heard was the fast clicking of her fingers on the keyboard. When she realized that Daniel was not moving to exit, she stopped and looked at him again.
“Is that all?”
Daniel gulped. “I wasn’t trying to buy that piece just to ask you back to my place.”
“Okay, then.”, she nodded, her face expression unreadable. “Did you like the piece then?”
“I did.”
“Really?” she dragged out the word, asking him this question like she truly didn’t believe him.
“I’m being honest.”, Daniel replied in a serious tone as she studied him.
She walked around the desk, standing in front of him. “Why did you like it then?”
Daniel shifted the weight on his legs, suddenly appearing awkward and shy. “Well… It’s the way you were describing it.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him, almost as if in a warning. Then she folded her arms under her chest defensively, waiting for Daniel to explain.
“Your face lit up when you stood in front of it.”, Daniel smiled a little, looking away from her scrutinizing gaze. “And then you started to talk about it…”
Her face was still impassive, but Daniel pushed on, adamant about changing her mind.
“You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. And you were explaining everything with so much passion.”, he made eye contact with her. “I just thought… I like this piece because I know that if you let me buy it and I hang it up at my place…”
Daniel looked down bashfully with a smile on his face, before forcing himself to look into her eyes again. “Whenever I look at it I’ll always think of the happiness on your face as you showed it to me.”
Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened.
“So, yeah.”, Daniel cleared his throat awkwardly. “I really do love the painting.”
He still couldn’t tell what she was thinking as she only stared at him incredulously. But then, there was a flicker of a smile, before her lips widened and her eyes sparkled with joy.
"Uh, the colourisations and the landscapes are pretty good too.", he scratched his head, trying to remember everything she was saying about the painting yesterday.
She laughed heartily. "You really don't know anything about art."
"I really don't.", he grinned, relief flooding through his body upon seeing her positive reaction to his attempt at redemption.
“You can have the painting, Ricciardo.”, she bit her lip, her so wide that her cheeks almost hurt.
In a few weeks, when Daniel was back from his travels and the painting got delivered to his home, he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. She was standing in his living room, holding a glass of wine he just gave, gesturing with her hand at the empty space on the wall she considered would be best for displaying the art piece. She laughed at Daniel when he was carefully putting the painting up and he didn’t mind one bit when she teased him about how bad of a handyman he is.
They shared some wine while sitting on the couch, gradually getting more comfortable with each other as they talked and found out more things about each other. Daniel was amazed even more. She was irresistible from the moment he saw her, but turns out that she was an incredible person from the inside as well. He had never been more glad about entering an art gallery and stumbling over his words, before finally winning her over.
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lxndonorris · 9 months
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suit fitting the honey badger - Daniel Ricciardo
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Y/N x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (not too explicit, light) it's the first time Daniel is wearing his new racing suit x word count: 2180+
When your boyfriend Daniel told you about his return to Formula 1 for the remaining 2023 season, you couldn't be happier. The last few years of his career have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Even though he got along with his teammates and mechanics and was beloved by his fans, his results weren't promising. Daniel knew he was going to lose his seat sooner or later, but then his old team, Red Bull Racing, approached him, offering him a job as their reserve driver. He immediately agreed, reminiscing about his time with the bulls. Even though he was so happy, you both knew that it was going to be tough. They value competition and results above anything else, and now, sadly, one driver has to go, with Daniel able to take over the seat at Alpha Tauri. Formula 1 as a whole is a two-edged sword. One man's fortune is another's misfortune. Even though you were so happy for your boyfriend. He got another chance—another shot at living his dream among the royalty of motorsports.
Now, you're inside the Alpha Tauri Testing Center in Italy, pacing through a large room the team prepared for Daniel's suit fitting. While Daniel is getting changed behind a closed door, you cannot help but get more and more excited. You can hear him giggling inside the other room, and he's telling you things like how good it feels, how happy he is, and how it fits, but seeing it yourself is always a different story. It's always special to see him wearing that gear, and even though most people look so good in those clothes, Daniel is on a whole other level. While you're walking from one corner to the other, many different thoughts run through your mind, and you slowly get drawn into them.
Just moments ago, they handed you an enormous parcel before they left you for some privacy. The two of you were standing in front of a huge table, with a white box lying patiently on top of it. You were holding Daniel's hand as both of you looked down at the big carton, and even though you already knew what was inside, the anticipation and excitement were slowly but steadily overwhelming you. "Shall we do it then?" He smiled softly and turned his face toward you, doing the same. "Absolutely." You nod comfortingly when both of you turned your attention back to the box. "Now or never." He chuckled and removed his hand from yours to grab the lid of the carton. With a bit of a struggle due to it clinging to the box, he managed to pull it off, revealing a beautiful white and navy blue Alpha Tauri racing suit. For a while, you felt the fabric with the tips of your fingers, while Daniel did the same.
You've seen him in racing suits multiple times since his departure from actively racing in Formula 1, but this feels so different, much more important, exciting, and overwhelming. "Are we ready, Y/N?" Hearing Daniel's giggly voice echo through the room snaps you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn your attention toward the still-closed door. "I don't know." You say this, holding back a nervous chuckle while you take a few steps closer toward him. "Ah, okay then." He says this, and just by the tone of his voice, you can tell he's smiling brightly. "We're going to find out." Your heartbeat starts to race, just matched by the number of thoughts running through you again. You see the door handle move, opening the door so slowly that even more excitement is building up inside your entire body.
Just then, he comes into frame, his head peeking around the door, his eyes looking for you right away. "Hey." He says softly. "Hi.ii." Your voice breaks slightly, and your eyes wander down to his neck, spotting the collar of his suit. "Should I come out now?" He smiles even brighter, and before you can protest or say literally anything, he takes a huge step into the room, showing off his new suit. Instantly, you try to take all of him in at once. To make it even worse, Daniel strikes a pose, steadying his hands on his hips, lifting his chin, and giving you a teasing look. Exactly the look he'd give you when he is aware of how good he looks. It's different from his usual demeanor—more serious, flirty, even.
At first, you stare at his hair, loving his curls. Then, besides his beautiful face and beard, your eyes wander even further down his body. The suit flatters him perfectly. The fabric is gently but tightly encompassing his chest, shoulders, and arms, with all of him filling it beautifully. Daniel even looks a bit broader, probably because he is working out a lot to prepare for the season. Still, your eyes keep wandering down his form, enjoying every part of it. Especially the lower half of the suit is teasing you hard. The way his huge thighs are restrained by the suit, how the fabric is running along his waistline, and the way his package looks as well. He's wearing the entire thing, including his gloves and shoes. "So? How do I look?" Daniel's low voice is sending shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you very well. "Dan. You look so good." You say this, unable to pull your eyes away from admiring his excellent physique. Oblivious, you don't even notice him approaching you slowly until he stands right in front of you.
Gently, he places two fingers at your chin, lifting your head just enough so your eyes meet. "I knew you'd say that." He smirks and lifts his head just slightly, giving you another piercing look. You can tell he's so excited and happy to be wearing that suit just by the fire burning inside his eyes. Being drawn into him, you lean in as he does the same. Closing your eyes once your lips meet, you immediately melt into him, steadying yourself with both hands against his firm chest. At the same time, he places his hands at your waist, securely holding you in place. You kiss him once, then twice, softly at first, when you start to stroke his chest again and again. "Mhmm." Daniel, happy with this, purrs right into your mouth again, sending shivers down your entire back. For a few seconds, you stay like this before pulling away slightly, just enough for you to still feel his warm lips lingering on yours. "That feels so good."
He licks his lips and lowers his gaze, with his eyes now slowly following every move of your hands. While you enjoy that as well, you keep on stroking him firmly before running your hands to his shoulders, along his arms, and to his hands. He embraces your hands in his and intertwines his fingers with yours. Feeling his gloves, you think back at all the times you were with him inside the paddock, after qualifying, before and after the race, congratulating him on his performance. Thinking deeply, you lower your gaze and look at his beautiful chest. He knows what you're thinking about as he leans in once again to whisper into your ear. "We're back, babe." Daniel breathes against your skin, and you feel his body closing the distance to yours. Right away, you hug him tightly, and he embraces your body again as he starts to stroke the small of your back.
Just then, the familiar wooden scent of his cologne reaches your nostrils, calming you down as well. "I'm so happy for you." You say, closing your eyes again to take this moment in fully. "Thank you." He purrs again, placing a few soft kisses all over your neck, before he pulls away for you to have another good look at his body. "That suit looks gorgeous, doesn't it?" He says, looks down at himself, and motions for you to admire him wearing that suit again. "It does!" You smile comfortingly and watch him stroking his own chest now, again and again. "Isn't it too tight, though?" He narrows his eyes, looking at his hand, now feeling his pecs, before it wanders down to his abs and waist. "Not at all." You shake your head, knowing that he enjoys a looser fit. "You look good, Dan." Placing a hand at his neck, you lean in for another kiss.
Much to his amusement, you place your hands on his chest again, stroking him firmly once more. "And I love this so much." You smirk, causing him to do the same. "Oh, I know." Daniel raises both of his eyebrows, holding back an enormous grin. Keeping eye contact, you let your hands wander even further down to his waist, crotch, and thighs, with the tips of your fingers brushing over his excitement and his desire building up inside his suit. "I love it when you show it off." Biting your lower lip, you steal another quick kiss from his lips while Daniel enjoys the special attention he's getting right now. Together, you take another look, and once you see his name and number printed on the suit, you start to trace the letters with one finger. "I missed that." You say softly and turn your face back to Daniel, who's smiling warmly. "Me too."
He says as you keep on stroking him. Then a mischievous grin spreads across his lips. "Want to see more?" He says, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Daniel…we're not at home." You shake your head teasingly, with your hands now tracing the visible outlines of the bulge inside his pants growing bigger and bigger. "You're a naughty one, Y/N. You know that?" He licks his lips, but then he tilts his head. "But I can show you something else." Smirking, he reaches for his collar, unbuttoning it easily. "Oh?" You say, your eyes now at his neck, when he unzips the upper half of that beautiful suit. Daniel reluctantly takes a step back to get out of his suit. While enjoying him slowly undressing, you start stroking your own chest mindlessly. Just the glimpse of his tight fireproofs sparks a new wave of excitement rushing through every fiber of his body, but once he manages to slip out of his sleeves, you press your lips together, trying your best to hold back a gigantic smirk. As the upper half of his suit, the sleeves, are now hanging down his waist casually, he instantly strokes his chest again.
The fabric of his fireproofs clings to his skin, encircling his strong physique easily, even though all of his muscles are already testing its limits. "Fuck. So tight." Daniel holds back, but a soft moan escapes his lips as his eyes follow every move of his hands. He then looks back at you with an enormous grin spreading across his entire face. "What do you think?" Shaking your head, you approach him, placing your hands right at his tits, squeezing them lovingly. "I hate this." You hiss, kissing him again, while he bites your lower lip teasingly. "I know you love this." He hisses back at you, and you let your hands encompass his entire upper body again. It feels even better, with you loving how all of him is reacting to your slightest touch. Daniel enjoys you basically worshipping his form, and he lifts his chin again, his eyes telling you, that he wants you, right here, right now. Slowly shaking your head to tell him no, you run your fingers along his shoulders, and arms, as he starts to flex his biceps even harder. You feel him, and smirk.
"You're unbelievable, Daniel." You pout shortly and pat his chest, before running your hands down his body, with your fingers brushing over his erect nipples, through the visible outlines of his abs, and back to his crotch, with his desire still growing more and more. "You love me for that." He moans deeply and leans in for another passionate kiss, but then, there is a knock on the door on the other side of the room. "Fuuck." Daniel giggles, just remembering exactly where you are right now.
The door opens, and a few people come inside, and all of them smile at the sight of him wearing his suit. "How does it feel, Daniel?" A woman says, causing Daniel to blush slightly. "It feels… uh, it feels good." He says, exchanging a quick glance with you before he turns his body towards his new team. "Do you need help putting it on?" A man says, motioning for him to help with the upper half of his suit. "Oh…sure?" Daniel shrugs as the man helps him into the suit. Quickly, he closes the zipper and collar, hiding the excitement building up across his entire body. "Thank you." He says while you cannot help but giggle underneath your breath. All of them admire the suit, and you talk for a while before it's time for some interviews.
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buckybarnesthehotshot · 8 months
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Not Broken Yet (Daniel Ricciardo x F!Reader)
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summary: in which he makes up with an old flame upon finding his way back to the track
word count: 4189
warnings: angst, not proofread, mentions of daniel’s “hiatus”, rbr!reader
a/n: how are all of us danny girlies holding up after quali 😭
Australia; November 28, 2018
      An open field in Australia was the solace they needed from their hectic lives as Formula 1 drivers. An open field, a picnic blanket, and a sky full of stars. It was perfect. Even if it rained, it would have been perfect for them still, because they had each other to share that moment with.
      “I think I’m falling in love with you,” she admitted with a bashful expression. She gazed into his eyes, and everything else ceased to exist. The stars in the night sky burned for them like they burned for each other. His brown eyes bore into hers and they knew this was where they were meant to be.
      And he kissed her. He cupped her jaw, one arm wrapping around her waist as he drew her close and kissed her. She had never felt more alive than when she felt his lips on hers. She smiled, content with that moment.
      “I know I’m falling in love with you,” he mumbled against her lips. It was the easiest thing, falling for one another. Falling in love was easy. Working through those feelings, not so much.
Monaco; August 20, 2022
      “It was never this complicated between us, Daniel,” she huffed, exhaustion heavy in her eyes as she pleaded, “Tell me how you feel! What I can do for you.”
      “You can’t do anything,” he frowned, shaking his head as he hunched over the counter, unable to meet her gaze. He knew that if he gazed her way, he would only feel as though he was the biggest failure in the world. She often looked at him with such admiration, yet he questioned whether or not she would admire him the way he was at that moment, “You’ve got your pretty Red Bull seat on lock, just think about that.”
      “So, that’s what all this is about? Your seat?” she questioned, shaking her head, “Daniel, your seat is safe for another season. You can think about your options if you want, but McLaren isn’t getting rid of you that easily.”
      “Except they did, y/n,” his voice grew quiet as he said the words, clearly unable to accept them either, “They’re buying me out of my contract.”
      She remained quiet as she heard the words. Not once in their relationship did she question whether or not she’d still drive with Daniel, yet there they were. His future in the sport was up in the air, while her seat was secure for a few more years.
      “Daniel, we can fix this,” she mumbled, “We’ll talk to your manager, we’ll talk to other teams. It’ll be fine.”
     “There is no ‘we’ in this, y/n!” he insisted, his voice breaking as he finally looked over at her, tears in his eyes, “It’s my seat that I lost, y/n. You don’t have to make this your problem too.”
      “I don’t care!” she exclaimed, “I don’t care if you think you can go on and face this problem on your own, I won’t allow it. You can’t go through this on your own, Daniel. I’m here for you. I’m always here for you. I was here for you when you made the transfer to Renault, I was here for you when you made the transfer to McLaren, and I’m here for you now.”
      “That’s not the same thing anymore, y/n,” he shook her words off. They had been through thick and thin, but they had never encountered anything like this. Not for either of their careers. With his position in Formula 1 unsure, it seemed as though even their relationship was unsure to him. He was questioning his entire future, not just in the sport, but with y/n.
      “Why are you acting like this?”
      “Because,” he shook his head, “Because I’m jealous, y/n. You’ve had a great season, but I’ve had a shitty season. You’ve got a great career ahead of you—”
      “So do you!” she scoffed, “If you think you’re done with Formula 1, I’m going to need you to reconsider those thoughts. Because you’re not. You’re not done yet in Formula 1. You’ve got fans that love you, you’ve got skill, you’ve got talent. Daniel Ricciardo, you have a future in Formula 1!”
      “I find that hard to believe,” he admitted with a bittersweet smile, “I love that you believe in me like this, I do, but we have to be realistic about this, y/n. No team’s going to take me in after the season I had. “
      “You’ll find a team,” she spoke reassuringly, wrapping her arms around his frame, allowing him to rest his weary head on her shoulders as he sighed.
      “I think we need a break,” he blurted out, pulling away from her grasp. She tried so desperately to hold on to him, unwilling to face the reality of what he had just said.
      “No, no, Danny, don’t say that, please,” she pleaded, clinging onto him tighter, “We’ll get through this.”
      “y/n, I need to work through this on my own,” he insisted stubbornly as she huffed, “I can’t have my career issues distracting you from your career. I don’t want you to have to think about me.”
      “Seat or not, I’m always thinking of you and your well-being,” she reminded him, “And you’re not a distraction, Daniel Ricciardo. You’re my boyfriend. It’s been that way for four years, Daniel. Do you think I’m going to walk away now?”
      “It’ll be better for both of us,” he spoke as though he believed those words, that he’d made up his mind, “I’ll be able to focus solely on my career for now, and I think it’s what I need to get back in the zone.”
      “So, you’re saying this is my fault?”
      “I’m saying anything but that. This is my fault, y/n. That’s why I have to be the one to fix this, and I think this may be the way how,” he tried his best to convince her that it was for the better. She was unconvinced of this. Why would it be beneficial for either of them to break up?
      “And this is what you want?” she croaked out.
      “It’s what I need,” he stated bitterly, frowning at the way her face dropped at those words. He wished desperately to take back his words as tears began to line her eyes, “None of this is your fault, please.”
      “All right,” she nodded, sniffling, “I’ll see you around the track.”
      A sunny park in Monaco gave her no solace from their hectic lives as Formula 1 drivers.  A damp wooden bench, the sun in her eyes like a spotlight on an actress in a tragedy. She was alone. He was alone. There was no turning back from that point.
COTA; October 20, 2022
      “It’s tragic, yeah? What’s happening to Daniel?” Max questioned her almost innocently, not quite aware of what went down between the pair after the announcement that he was leaving McLaren for the next season, “How are you guys holding up.”
      “We broke up,” she mumbled absentmindedly in response to her teammate, “Just before the news dropped, actually.”
      “Oh,” Max’s eyes grew wide, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
      “It’s all right. Not exactly an open thing for people, yeah?” she chuckled in an attempt to shrug it off. It stung, of course. Being reminded of the breakup between her and Daniel. They tried to make things work after, trying to remain civil, but she found that she simply could not manage it. She could not continue with the memory of what they used to share, replaced with the bitter reality of what they now were.
      “What are you both gossiping about now?” Christian chimed in at the sight of both his drivers seated at black metal chairs in the garage.
      “Daniel’s seat,” Max murmured, like a child who had been caught by a teacher speaking to his seatmate and disrupting a class.
      “It’s a pity, what’s happening to him, yeah?” Christian muttered at the thought, having heard the news.
      “Do you…know, if he has a seat yet?” she questioned sheepishly, wanting to know about Daniel’s future in Formula 1.
      “Not yet, actually,” the man shook his head, “A pity. Any team would be lucky to have a driver like Daniel.”
      “He’s got a fairly big fanbase as well. Pretty marketable, honestly,” she spoke strategically, “He’d be the golden boy of the team. People would love him on any team, honestly. Even if it wasn’t for a driver position.”
      She could see the gears turning in Christian’s head as she dropped those words. She gave a satisfied smile as she did, knowing there was a possibility of Daniel at least having a team to fall back on in Formula 1, if not a seat.
      “I’ll keep that in mind,” Christian nodded, ready to pull his phone out to make a few calls. Despite their breakup, she wanted nothing more than to look out for him. Even if it meant she’d have to see him a little bit more than she would have wanted.
      “Why’d you do that?” Max questioned, quirking a brow at y/n, “I can see what you were trying to do, but I thought you guys broke up.”
      “We did,” she nodded, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want him to be out of F1 permanently. He can use Red Bull as an opportunity to bounce back from all the damage McLaren did to his image as a driver.”
      “You’re really looking out for him, huh?” Max quirked a brow at his teammate’s response to his question, “You know, you guys were good together.”
      “I know, but it’s Daniel who said he needed the break,” y/n shrugged, “Didn’t need to add to everything else he’s going through at the time, yeah? If he says it’s what he needed, then who am I to deny him that?”
      “Yeah, but still, you guys were just…good for each other,” Max stated bluntly, having been there for the pair’s relationship through the years.
      “It was like we were living in a dream, you know?” she smiled wistfully at the thought of her and Daniel together. That dream faded, and they awoke to the reality they lived in. That she and Daniel were no longer an item.
Monaco; November 23, 2022
      Not too soon after the season ended, the announcement dropped on all of Red Bull’s social media accounts. Daniel was going to be the team’s third driver. She smiled as she scrolled to the post, smiling as she read through the positive comments, all welcoming Daniel back to Red Bull.
      She left a small comment of her own. It wasn’t much. Just a heart emoji. Nothing to fuss over, and nothing to speak much of. Just a small comment letting both the general public and, perhaps, Daniel know how she felt in regards to him joining the team as a third driver.
      After leaving the comment, she fought the urge to contact Daniel, congratulating him for ‘coming home’ to Red Bull. If only he could finally come home to her. To come back to her, to tell her things with them were okay, to make up with her. Still, she kept her distance. If he wanted to make up with her, he would have been the one to contact her. He would have been the one to tell her that he wanted their “break” to be over.
      Who was she kidding? It had been months since they had last actually connected. It was not a break, it was a break-up. She could no longer deny it to herself. She was content watching his career progress from the sidelines if it was what he wanted.
      But goddamn, did Red Bull’s colors look good on the man.
Bahrain; March 5, 2023
       She finished in second place for the first race of the season, right behind her teammate. It was a great juxtaposition to where she and Max were for the first race of the previous season. She crossed the checkered flag, smiling widely.
       “So, great results today,” he smiled at her, trailing her on her way back to the Red Bull garage for the race debrief. She hardly looked his way as she passed him by, “Really, I mean P2’s great. A nice double podium to start the season for you and Max.”
       He kept talking and she did her best to drone him out, not even acknowledging his words with so much as a nod.
       “I mean, it was amazing, seeing you in the car again. You both seemed very pleased with yourselves up on the podium. With good reason, of course. You both did amazing, but mostly you since, well, you’re the one I’m talking to. Have to do a bit of sucking up at least,” he chuckled, his face dropping as he received no response.
       Was it going to be like this for the rest of the season?
Saudi Arabia; March 20, 2023
      He sat in the garage, leaning over his seat anxiously as he watched the screens, constantly averting his gaze to y/n’s onboard cameras as the race progressed. He wore the happiest smile on his face when he watched her car overtake the green Aston Martin driven by Fernando Alonso himself.
      “That’s my girl,” he said quietly to himself, eyes never leaving the screen.
      He watched as she entered the pit lane for a pit stop, brown eyes shining under the bright lights as he was mesmerized by how she maneuvered the car, as though she and the machine shared a soul.
      “You guys talk it out yet?” Christian made sure his radio was muted as he turned to Daniel, aware of the complicated situation between the drivers.
      “Not really, no,” Daniel shook his head.
      “From the looks of it, you better do it soon. Lest you want to keep watching her from the sidelines like a lovestruck idiot,” the team principal offered him a pat on the back like a concerned father.
      “That obvious?” he questioned.
      “On both sides, honestly,” Christian admitted, “You know, she’s one of the reasons why you’ve got the third driver seat. Started talking to Marko and me about how any team would love you, in any capacity.”
      “Really?” he quirked an eyebrow at the older man’s words, unable to believe it. With how she had shrugged him off in Bahrain, he would have thought she wanted nothing to do with him. That she would have wanted to watch him walk away from the grid after that, though who was he kidding? He knew she wasn’t like that.
      “Yeah,” Christian nodded before turning back to the monitors and watching both his drivers closely as they made their way through the track.
      Daniel watched her car closely like a hawk, aware that a simple misstep on the track could have cost her the position she had in the race. Though, he knew she was not like that. She was in sync with the car that night, an absolute beast on the track. She dominated the track from start to finish, ending the race in P1.
      Anyone in the garage that day could have verified that Daniel Ricciardo cheered the loudest that night as she crossed the checkered flag. He was her biggest fan, and he was not ashamed of admitting it. Still, there was no way of approaching. She wouldn’t even look his way during the podium ceremony.
      She stood proudly on the top step of the podium, her hands behind her back as her country’s national anthem played. She looked down into the audience, a fair number of them cheering for her. In the wave of dark blue Red Bull kits, her eyes wandered over to him.
      When she crossed the checkered flag, she wished so desperately to be able to share the moment with Daniel. To have him kiss her in celebration of the win, the same way they used to. One of the brightest moments of her season, and she still wished she could have shared the moment with him.
      Even in one of the brightest moments of her career, she found herself looking for him. Still, she averted her gaze, unwilling to look his way, knowing she would have melted if she saw the way he looked up at her, that wide smile on his face.
      She celebrated happily with the team as they cheered for her, chugging down the bottle of champagne with her teammate as the crowd cheered continuously.
Monaco; May 28, 2023
      Monaco was a track beloved by many. Be it the sights while racing, the absolute luxury of the race, or the fact that Monaco was where a lot of the drivers lived. For drivers like y/n, it was a site of heavy nostalgia.
      Before the race, she, Max, and Daniel had filmed a promotion for the team while driving remote control boats around. She tried to pretend for the camera, but she could not hide the awkwardness of the situation. Sure, they had recorded quite a bit of content together already for the team, but Monaco was different.
      She and Daniel had shared many moments in Monaco, be it on the track or off the track. Like many other drivers, she had a flat in Monaco as well. She hated coming back to the flat for the season, it was littered with reminders of her relationship with Daniel. Like how she would stay over at his place, or when he would come over to hers because she didn’t want to feel alone in the flat.
      And if any of that wasn’t reason enough, Monaco had been the site for their breakup.
      She could no longer do that this season. She could not call him to come over, nor could she come over to his flat either.
      She was stuck in her head for Monaco. That much was evident the moment she stepped in the car. It was almost as though she could not get in proper synchronization with the car while she was stuck thinking of Daniel.  
      She crashed out early in Qualifying. She lost control of her car almost instantly as she drove it. Because of her inability to get Daniel out of her head, she had to start dead last at one of the toughest tracks to overtake at.
      To make things worse, it seemed as though nobody else had their heads screwed on straight for the Grand Prix. The first lap was complicated, with many drivers being caught up in one of the turns. She let out a frustrated groan, unwilling to accept the fact that she had to drive more laps around such a messy track.
      As if the race wasn’t bad enough, the rain began to pour, testing her patience more and more. She nearly crashed into a wall too then. She ended the race in P16.
      After dealing with the media, she practically stomped back to the garage, her mood as sour as the skies were gray.
      “Hey, you doing okay?” he questioned, quick to approach her in his little Red Bull raincoat.
      “No,” she shook her head. She hated the fact that she was so quick to admit it to him. And like word vomit, the emotions came pouring out, “I’m freezing cold, I had a terrible result with no points for the team, and I can’t get out of my head!”
      “C’mere,” he mumbled, pulling her close to him. She couldn’t protest, wanting nothing more than to feel his warm comfort at that moment.
      “Soon enough, all of the fanboys are going to start talking about how I’m too incapable of being a Red Bull driver, and if I keep this up, my career could be hanging off a thread.”
      “Shh,” he mumbled against her forehead, “Don’t think about that for now, yeah? You had a bad weekend, that’s it. You’re an amazing driver, and you just got unlucky yesterday, and today.”
      She hated it. She hated how his words made sense, and she hated how his attempt to comfort her was working. She hated how she found her way back into her arms just after a bad day. She hated how she relished in the feeling of his arms around her, and she hated how she wanted to come back to him after every bad day from that point on.
      She couldn’t. This was going to be a one-time thing, she swore to herself.
      Daniel, though. He held out hope that he could fix what they had. They weren’t broken yet.
Hungary; July 23, 2023
      “And how do you feel knowing that Daniel Ricciardo got into P13 in today’s race?” one of the interviewers questioned her.
      “It’s great,” she nodded, offering the interviewers a small smile, “The contact at the start of the race could have gone much worse for him, but I’m very happy things worked out the way they did, and I’m happy he’s racing again.”
      “Do you have any comments on the fact that Daniel Ricciardo might be out to get your seat? You’ve been doing poorly in Qualifying sessions,” the reporter bugged her with questions not quite related to the race. She didn’t mind the idea of it one bit. She was proud of Daniel. Nothing was going to shake that, not even the thought of people wanting to have him replace her.
      “If it happens, I’ll respect the team’s decision. For now, I don’t have questions on whether or not I’ll be keeping my seat. I have it now, and that’s all I’ll be worrying about,” she responded politely before the interview ended, walking back to the Red Bull garage.
      “Congratulations on your podium,” a familiar voice greeted her as she entered the garage. She looked up into his honey-brown eyes, offering a sincere smile. She could not help herself. She was happy with her performance on the track, with her podium, and she was happy that Daniel did well in the car.
      “Thanks,” she nodded as he held her arms open to her. She stared at him for a moment before giving in and wrapping him up in a hug. It was a familiar feeling, like a dream rediscovered, “Congratulations too, on your Alpha Tauri seat.” 
      “Do you think that maybe, we could talk?” he offered her a bashful expression, “I mean, you’d probably want to cool down a bit after a hot race like that one, but also, I do want to finally be able to talk to you.”
      “Daniel, there’s nothing to talk about—”
      “But there is. You and I both know it,” he insisted, “I’m sorry for what I did last year, I was in a terrible terrible place, but following you around for a bit with Red Bull I only missed you more.”
      “Daniel—”
      “I know, you’re going to say that the moment for this conversation’s long passed, but y/n, please, I want to give us a chance,” he pleaded with her, taking her hands in his, “I know what I threw away now, and it wasn’t right of me to toss you aside like that, and I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I just can’t bear having to be so close to you knowing we aren’t together anymore.”
      “But, Daniel, isn’t it worse now? My seat is your end goal, things are only going to be worse for us this way,” it was the bitter reality, the fact that, as long as they were in Formula 1, they would always be each other’s competition. There was a chance either of them could lose their seat. With how complicated things were the first time around, it was a terrifying thought to consider.
      “Fuck the seat,” he scoffed, “I spent months without the seat, and I realized not having a seat didn’t hurt as bad as not having you. Everything related to the track and racing, we can keep outside our relationship. We can live our personal lives separate from our professional lives. No gray area, just black and white.”
      “We can’t do that. Racing is a big part of our lives.”
      “Well, if your concern was really with the seat, you wouldn’t have put a good word in for me at Red Bull, no?” he pleaded, “Whatever position I’m in now, I owe it all to you, y/n. Please, what are you so afraid of?”
      She could see he was growing desperate. The less she said, the more anxious he grew. His fingers tapped against the palms of her hands. She had hope for them. The way he spoke to her, was nothing but sincere. This was her Daniel speaking. The love of her life.
      “I’m afraid of getting hurt again,” she admitted tearfully, “I’m afraid that the moment things become unsure for us again, you’ll leave me.”
      “Oh, babe,” he muttered, wrapping her up in a tight hug, “I won’t hurt you. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together this time, yeah?”
      “You promise?”
      “I promise.”
      And though nearly a year had passed since the breakup, she still found herself hoping to be with him. And with the end of a chapter, they found a new chapter to begin.
a/n: this reminds me a lot of the chain i’m sorry 😭
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landonorris replied to your story - ok soft launch !!!
adamjames22 replied to your story - I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS LANDO OWES ME A TENNER!
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maxverstappen1 replied to your story - call me right now!!
scottyjames31 - double date when?
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adamjames22 i never thought i'd have to suffer through you soft launching a boyfriend like this 😩
↳ mattieryan sorry not sorry
↳ landonorris how single do you feel from 1 to 10 adam? i'm at an 8 😖
↳ adamjames22 defintely a 10 i've had to deal with them at the flat for the last 24 hours 😒
↳ landonorris sending thoughts and prayers to you 🙏🏻
↳ mattieryan ur both annoying. adam we said u could build lego with us and u literally cheered???
↳ adamjames22 i'm bored pls don't take back the invite ☹️
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adamjames22 thank you to mattie for letting me crash her date
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mattieryan you're terrible at building lego, how do you have a degree in engineering? i think mclaren hired the wrong guy 🤷🏻‍♀️
↳ adamjames22 why u trying to get me fired? 😳
↳ mclaren no comment 🤐
↳ user1 not mclaren commenting on this post 💀
↳ user2 she won't be laughing when her free ride runs out and she has to pay her own rent lol
user3 this is such a cute date idea!
user4 wait... i'm confused... is this adam soft launching mattie?
↳ user3 nooooo! by the sounds of things mattie was on a date and they let adam join, which is sweet of her!
↳ user4 thanks for clarifying! must be someone they both know if it's not awkward for him to crash their date? 🧐
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danielricciardo first race done and back home to build some lego
mclaren great first race DR3!!! 🧡
landonorris nice photo of you, whoever took it must be really talented 😏
↳ danielricciardo he's a good photographer, alright driver i guess
↳ landonorris ffs
user1 his smile!!!!! he's so pretty
user2 he’s so cute! 🥰
user3 UH GUYS! i don't mean to alarm anyone but didn't adamjames22 post that he was crashing his friend mattie's LEGO date???? 🚨‼️
↳ user2 oh shit you're right 😮
↳ user4 i knew she had to be dating one of them!! not sure how i feel about it being danny though...
user5 do you think they meant to soft launch like this or was it an accident? lol
↳ i wonder what f1paddockgossip thinks of all this? 🤨
f1paddockgossip check out our new post for the latest danny ric content girlies! 🤭
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f1paddockgossip Big news for all the DR3 girlies! Our man is spoken for! If you saw our posts from last week you know there was speculation that the Aussie was dating long time friend of Mclaren engineer adamjames22. Well it appears the rumours are true - Danny Ric is dating mattieryan ! The pair have been soft launching on their private Insta's, but have accidentaly outed themselves via some clumsy posts on Instagram by Ricciardo and James. These photos were sent to us by a source close to the pair. We don't have much info on them as a couple, or on Mattie in general but we'll let you know as and when they do. What are your thoughts?? xoxo
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user1 I can't believe f1paddockgossip was right
user2 the fact that they accidentally soft launched is the funniest thing 💀💀💀
user3 lol what a slut, jumped on the biggest paycheck she saw, would have been Lando if DR hadn't of signed to Mclaren 🤢🤢
user4 they seem so cute together!! the fact that they included Adam in their date so he didn't feel left out is adorable 🥺
user5 THIS. IS. AN. INVASION. OF. PRIVACY !!!!
↳ user3 they literally all posted it on to a public platform? what did they think was going to happen?
↳ user5 i meant - someone sharing photos posted from mattie's private account to gossip sites is an invasion of privacy, and accounts like this speculating on it are even worse !!
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↳ landonorris it was an accident 😣
user7 omg guys mattieryan took her account off private !!! 🚨🚨
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mattieryan since you’re all asking
landonorris oh thank god i thought i was going to have to keep this a secret for ages 😅😅
adamjames22 can't believe my best friend is dating an aussie red bull driver and that it isn't mark webber, 14 year old mattie would be so dissapointed in herself
↳ danielricciardo thanks mate 🙄
↳ adamjames22 happy for you guys really
↳ danielricciardo that’s better 😊
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user1 i am going to CRY look how happy and smiley he is with her
user2 power move for them to hard launch and her to take her insta off private to stop people sharing stuff without their permission tbh
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maxverstappen1 Kelly and I are so happy for you mate
↳ danielricciardo thanks buddy 🙏🏻
scottyjames31 can't wait to meet her!!
↳ danielricciardo i'm dreading it already 🙃
gracericciardo beautiful girl!
↳ danielricciardo thanks ma 😇
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✯ authors note: this is quite a long social media chapter - hope it's ok and easy to follow!!
next update won’t be for a lil while cus i’m back to work for the next 6 days ☹️☹️
the new dts trailer is living rent free in my brain - CH saying that danny would have been next to max on the grid is like music to my ears - RICBULL 2025!!! ✯
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ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ — Daniel Ricciardo
pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x childhood bestfriend!Reader
summary: Finally returning home after a few years, she reunites with her long time bestfriend; the all too famous Formula 1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Will things rehash between them or will it take a turn for the worst?
previous chapters here: #2 | #3
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Perth, Australia. It’s where you called home ever since you were 7. It’s been years since you’ve been back home but today you had a reason for your arrival; it was your mother’s birthday and she was turning fifty.
Usually, you would skip coming home at all costs. But this time, your mother begged you to come because apparently turning the big five and having you around to celebrate was a huge deal for her. Which was weird because all these while she was usually fine with not having you around and wine with a birthday card seemed to do the trick.
But somehow with enough convincing, you eventually gave in because she said that your sister would be there too, and you used that as a good enough reason to come back.
You avoided home like the plague, always telling your mother you were extremely busy, getting caught up in work and other stuff so you couldn’t afford to take a break and fly home.
But was that really the reason for your absence?
And now, here you were, a day early, standing outside the house you grew up in. Memories came flooding back but you were quickly snapped back to reality when your dad came out to help you with your luggage.
“You alright there darling?” He asked, a look of concern obvious on his face.
You smile and nod, “Yeah, I'm good.”
He just smiled in response and the both of you walked towards the door. As soon as you entered the house you were greeted by your sister hugging you so tightly you thought you were gonna pass out.
You laughed and hugged her back with as much force. Once you let go, you walked over to the kitchen.
“Ugh I feel like it’s been years since I last saw you.” She says, leaning on the entrance of the kitchen.
“That’s because it has been years.” You say as you poured yourself a cup of water.
“What? It can’t be that long ago, right?” Denial present in her voice.
You closed the fridge door. “Yeah it has,” You sipped on your drink. “I was here when Ella got married, remember? Her kid is three now. Three.” You held three fingers up close to your sister's face, annoying her as a result.
“Three huh? Just like his-’’
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by your mother coming down the stairs.
“What’s all the noise about? Has the prodigal daughter returned home?”
You quickly glanced over to your sister, giving her the “oh god i’m not ready for this” look but all she does is flash you a tight-lipped smile.
Your mother walks over to you with open arms, hugging you. She lets go of the hug, holding your sides to take a good look at you but it felt like she was examining you instead…
“Are you sleeping well? You’ve got bags under your eyes.”
There it is.
She points at them but you just smile through it.
You glanced over to your sister as if you knew what was gonna happen.
“It’s nice to see you too Ma,” You reply, unamused.
“I’m just saying you look tired is all.”
You sighed, opening your mouth to respond but was interrupted by your sister chiming in. “It’s probably the jet lag, you know how it is.”
She understood that it was too soon for you to receive criticism from your own mother. You literally just arrived.
Your sister leaves the kitchen, making pointless conversation with your mother to distract her as they walked towards the living room.
You turned to the sink, washing the cup trying to distract yourself.
“Don’t think so much about it, you know how she is.” Your dad reassures you.
“I know I know…” You sigh.
“I’m just glad you’re home, we missed you tons. Especially your mother.”
“It’s kinda hard to believe that. All she ever does when we meet is criticize me or my looks.”
Your dad chuckles. He ruffles your hair and leaves. Before he walks away he says, “I now know why you were so eager to leave.”
You chuckled at the statement.
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After having dinner, everyone was seated in the living room, watching TV together. You stared blankly at the sixty inch screen, some movie on Netflix playing.
You groan out of boredom.
You stood up, deciding that taking a walk was better than sitting around watching some lame movie.
You grab your jacket along the way out.
“Where ya off to?” Your mom asks.
“Gonna take a walk, haven’t been home in a while.”
She hums in response and you exit the house, closing the door behind you.
You decided that the corner shop was the place you wanted to go. You immediately walked towards the all too familiar path, leading you past a few houses before eventually arriving to the store. Once you arrive, it brought you back to the times where you, Ella and a few other of your friends used to hang out together after school… One person in particular you could not forget.
You smiled to yourself when you reminisced about the good old times but was quickly returned back to the present when you heard someone call out your name.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed that :)) This is my first time writing so do leave me feedback (good OR bad) so I know how I can improve for the next upcoming parts!!
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bellewintersroe · 7 months
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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter!
Part 12 - ahhh I am evil for making you all wait so long, I just don’t know what direction to take this story in but I’ve got some ideas 😏 the next chapter will be more interesting so pls stick about, over the summer break we’re gonna see them go public. Intentionally or unintentionally?! Who knows…
After both Daniel and her admit their true feelings to one another it comes clear what they need to do. Christian becomes suspicious of their close nature.
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“Daniel.” I whispered, my legs beginning to shake as he slowly pushed himself off me. Not before he kissed me so tenderly, so gently, it made my head spin. “You okay?” The Australian asked as a soft smile appeared on my face, I reached up, brushing back his curls that were stuck to his forehead.
“I’m good.” I borderline whispered, “me too.” Daniel nodded, the after sex bliss lasting a while as I fingered at his hair. I was in a slight shock that Daniel and I ended up like this again, of course it felt right, but it’s like we could stay away from one another.
He let out a slight sigh as he eventually pulled out of me, the feeling of his seed leaking out of me shortly after. I grimaced, having to do that awkward run to the bathroom as he laughed in amusement. “Not funny! It’s gross!” I called out before closing the door to the bathroom.
I wasn’t in there for long cleaning myself up, but I began to doubt if he wanted me to stay over. I really wanted a toothbrush if we were gonna do that, but I didn’t quite know how to ask. I didn’t have any spare change of underwear or clothes, realistically I could just run down the hall, but that was effort. I walked out, but naked, feeling his eyes trail over me as he held out a hand. “Ah, I need clothes, don’t look.” Somehow I felt more nervous now than ever before.
“We literally just had sex.” Daniel commented as I giggled, running around the bed to hide under the sheets. “Y/n.” He muttered with a chuckle.
“I know but…” I eventually answered. “I’m just shy.”
“No you are most definitely not.” Daniel rolled over, sliding a hand over my exposed breasts. “Like… in the slightest.” He was speaking gently, sounding tired as his body pulled mine closer in for a cuddle. I hummed out a gentle moan, the sheets covering my ass and below as I pressed my cold feet against his legs. Daniel let out a tired noise of discontent.
“Nice to know your feet are still freezing.”
“Always.” I nudged them closer, resting my head on his chest, feeling it rising and falling with each fired breath.
“Daniel?” I muttered after a few moments of silence. “Mmmh?”
“Do you want me to stay over?” My brain wouldn’t stay quiet unless I asked him. “Yes.” The Australian squeezed at my arm, his fingers grazing up to drag through my strands of hair.
“Okay.” I myself was growing tired. The mix of sex and alcohol (and arguing) tiring me out. “Is everything gonna be okay now?” I then gently asked. This caused Daniel’s eyes to open as I gazed back up to him nervously. I was worried a repeat of last time would happen.
“I love you so much.” The words caused my heart to swell. “I want this to work, we’re gonna be fine.” Daniel assured as I felt the knot between my brows soften when he poked at it. I leant forwards and kissed him gently. “Do you?” He then questioned, voice much quieter than before.
“Do I what?” I traced a finger over his tattoos. “You know… want this to work?”
“More than anything.” ——— “You see here, you can clearly see why it’s so different from the RB’s.” Daniel pointed out, hand resting on my upper back as we leant over to peak inside the Alpha Tauri.
“Oh yeah.” My eyes widened slightly as I stole a glanced towards him. He looked so focused as he checked out his car one last time before the summer break would begin. I was positive in between then all he’d be thinking about was driving. All the boys were like that, but nobody was more dedicated than Daniel.
“Makes it harder to drive.” He amused, whispering in my ear as I snickered back to him. “What’re you two whispering about?” My dads voice emerged. My heart jumped slightly, face warming. I never realised he would come in the Alpha Tauri garages, unless he was desperate. He eyed up between Daniel and I with a smirk.
“Just the car.” Daniel lowly spoke in amusement so nobody else would hear. “Oh yeah? Different from the RB’s?”
“Very.” Daniel amused, hand still grazing over my back. My dad walked over, assessing it slightly, of course he’d had to point out some tips on what he think would work better. I was about to get a little bored of the mechanic talk before he turned back to me.
“Anyway, I’m getting carried away. I was needing a favour, from you. My lovely daughter.” “Oh no.” I teased. “Would you be able to help Monty with some homework? It won’t take long, he’s struggling and his tutors not around.”
Cock blocked by my younger brother, great.
“I mean I can try. I don’t know how good I’d be at… Year 1 homework. Hasn’t he finished for summer yet?” “Nearly, anyway I’ll see you later, Daniel. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you over the break.”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you soon.” Daniel politely smiled as I offered him one for myself. “See you, Daniel.” Before we headed off.
When we were out of the building, I just knew my dad would bring it up. I could feel the tension in the air. “So.” Oh here we go…
“You and Daniel seemed close.”
“Close? He was just showing me the car.” I shrugged, feeling my face warm at the topic of conversation. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, I just felt a little shy talking about it with my own father.
“But you seem closer than close.”
“Do we?” I breathlessly asked, a smile growing on my face as an accidental bubble of laughter escaped my mouth.
“You must think I’m stupid, you kids. Are you together then? Is that what it?”
“Dad- no.” I swatted, attempting to move on from that particular topic. “Because Daniel’s a great guy, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.” He shrugged, going on a ramble. “Little bit of an age gap, though, wouldn’t you say Y/N/N?”
There was no point denying it. I didn’t know how he was so adamant about it, but I figured once I’d told him, everybody else was a breeze in the park to tell.
“Yeah.” I shrugged, holding my shoulders up awkwardly. “Well as long as you’re both okay with that.”
“Yeah it’s… fine.” I laughed, “alright, well… wow I didn’t expect you to be with Daniel, thought you always hated drivers for your boyfriends.”
“Ah, he’s not my boyfriend, and I said that when I was 8.”
“Same thing…” As we walked into the Red Bull garages where I figured my brother was, Max was stood there, smirking back to me with a knowing look. I suddenly put two and two together knowing he could hear exactly what we were talking about and did a double take at him. Had Max told my dad? You wouldn’t think Verstappen had a loud mouth, but he did. I squinted, sticking my middle finger up at the Dutch man as he laughed out loud. “What does that mean?” Monty suddenly appeared, the six year old staring up to my gesture. My eyes widened, dropping my hand. “Ah well done y/n, means nothing Monty, not for you to know.” Oops…
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thank you guys for all your support, sorry for such a long waiting time, and I promise next chapter will have a bit more excitement too it! <;3
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sugakookie78 · 8 months
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Camping Trips (Instagram AU)
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
All pictures are from Pinterest, Tumblr, or Instagram
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@/danielricciardo Camping Time!
Tagged @/Y/N.Ricciardo
Liked by @/Y/N.Ricciardo, @/landonorris, and 192,485 others
Y/N.Ricciardo My poor hat... :(
danielricciardo We can go get you another one, baby
Y/N.Ricciardo Thank you, darling!
user1 Where did you go camping?
landonorris Did either of you fall in?
danielricciardo Yes... Y/N did... That's how she lost her hat.
Y/N.Ricciardo At least my backpack didn't go in as well
landonorris Haha
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@/danielricciardo Camping Pt 2!
Tagged @/Y/N.Ricciardo
Liked by @/Y/N.Ricciardo, @/maxverstappen1, and 219,357 others
Y/N.Ricciardo <3
danielricciardo <3
user1 That view is gorgeous!
maxverstappen1 Can I join?
Y/N.Ricciardo Sure, are Kelly and P coming?
danielricciardo Yeah, join us!
maxverstappen1 @/Y/N.Ricciardo They said they wanted to, yeah
Y/N.Ricciardo Yay!
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@/Y/N.Ricciardo Hitting the Trails ft. Danny, Max, Kelly, and P
Tagged @/danielricciardo, @/maxverstappen1, @/kellypiquet
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danielricciardo We'll have to do it again sometime
maxverstappen1 We should
user1 The best group!
maxverstappen1 And I won Uno
Y/N.Ricciardo Only the first round, then you let P win every other game
user2 Aww!
kellypiquet You are a great cook <3
Y/N.Ricciardo Thank you! <3
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paddockbunny · 4 months
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Don't Blame Me - Part 4
Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on offer, and boyfriend approved? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (Max Verstappen’s GF) Word Count : Multi-part imagine - part 4 is 4,000+ words Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, fantasising having sex with someone who isn’t your boyfriend, sexual themes, graphic descriptions of sex, mention of Christian Horner & Jos Verstappen Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : Ok housekeeping. 1. I am sorry this has taken so long to put out, I apologise! I've had some pretty shit health news and I am struggling a bit with it so I hope this doesn't disappoint 2. I realise theres a little plot hole in terms of sprint races and quali etc but for the purposes of the story just go with it please. 3. There are two flashbacks in this chapter. The first flashback takes place AFTER the second. Both are denoted by *** and are labeled by the month so I hope that it helps / makes sense haha. Thank you for reading!!!
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Brazil ’23
Qualifying
The chatter over the headphones was mixed with the low rumble you felt as Max’s teammate pulled his Red Bull into his garage next door. Over the radio you heard him being told that he had a hydraulics issue and to come in immediately which set you on edge for Max. He had been doing so well (he had been all year) and this was a total steal of a weekend for him after topping every practice session and round after round of qualifying. Surely they wouldn’t let something go wrong for him. Christian wouldn’t let that happen to him, would he? You looked over to where the pit wall was and you saw Horner turn in his chair and glare into the Perez garage. You tried not to smirk as you thought about how you (and Max) would pay some good money to find out the inner workings of Christian Horner’s mind – especially as all the journalists were constantly asking questions about Perez’ place in the team next year. But that didn’t concern you. Max was your only concern. Right?
Q1 and Q2 went by in the blink of an eye and as Q3 begun you felt yourself get nervous. You turned your head in time to see your boyfriend pull his blue rocket ship out of his garage at the direction of the pit crew who was flagging him on. You watched as suddenly he came to an abrupt halt and he was held with the car half in, half out of the box. Fuck! You have to be kidding?!  Your brain went to the worst and you thought that he was going to be given the same orders to retire as his team mate had received when suddenly you realised it was just to allow another car passed to go in front. The white and blue car of Daniel pull past quickly in front of him and you took a steadying breath. Daniel had been on for a phenomenal weekend himself. He had put solid times in just like Max had and you nervously bit the inside of your cheek wondering if there was a possibility that the pair of them would get into a scrap for pole position as Max shot out into the pit lane behind him. As each of the cars made it out on track – their relevant drivers all trying to put in the best lap times, jostling each other out of position every few minutes – you couldn’t help but keep one eye on your boyfriend’s timings and those of the man whom you dreamt of on a regular basis.
Just as Charles Leclerc topped the timing board with a lighting fast lap you found your fingers moving to ghost over your bottom lip. They acted off their own accord and you had no control over them. The tip of your first finger pressed to your lower lip and you had to take an immediate inhale as your lungs became hungry and desperate for air when the memory flooded back to you simultaneously. Daniel. His lips. The kiss.
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Monza, Italy
September ‘23
The loud audible gasp that absconded from your open mouth came so quickly you weren’t even able to attempt to cover it up. It had been loud enough for others to hear. In fact it had been stupidly loud enough that Max’s father Jos (who was not your biggest fan) turned to glare at you as soon as it had escaped you. You felt his eyes remain on you but your own were transfixed to the screen before you. Desperate to know he was ok. Please be ok. Just get out of the fucking car. You screamed inside your own head – not daring to do it aloud in front of the elder Verstappen. You were hypnotised by the action on the screen as yellow flags were shown all around the track. The safety car was deployed and you realised you were holding your breath waiting to know he was ok.
“I’m fine. Sorry guys. I couldn’t do anything, the prick ran me wide and then I locked up.” Daniel explained. The “prick” he was referring to was your boyfriend. As they went round neck and neck into turn 2 Max stole all of the available space from Daniel and it all happened so fast you couldn’t work out what exactly had happened. Within seconds, Daniel’s car was flying off track into a techpro barrier at speed. Parts of the car went flying. His wing was broken and two tires had flown clean off. His race was over and it was Daniel’s fault. You couldn’t help but feel upset for him. He had been doing so well this weekend and upset had been caused amongst fans yesterday when Max denied him the chance of his first pole of the season. Your big stupid boyfriend scoffed at you mockingly when you had suggested he could have at least given him the glory of pole this one time. Which ok, it went against everything Max stood for and you were sure Daniel wouldn’t want a pity pole but it would be good for Max to allow others a chance sometimes. At least show the media he wasn’t some Dutch Ogre. Eyes glued to the screen you watched as finally Daniel got out of his crumpled race car and into the medical car that had gone to collect him. He didn’t look hurt. Thankfully. But from his body language you could tell he was pissed.
The decision to exit the garage and go find him came upon you before you had thoroughly worked out exactly what it was you were doing. Your feet seemed to carry you away from Red Bull and outside into the paddock without you telling them too. Ever since that night in Monaco when he said what he did – y’know, the whole what he would do to you if you hadn’t been Max’s girlfriend thing (which still made your stomach tighten into a knot just thinking about it) - you had formed a sort of weird little friendship with him. It didn’t really go anything further than what you would expect of a best friend and his mate’s girlfriend friendship to go like but there certainly was tension – sexual chemistry perhaps, it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. There were glances and burning looks at each other. The odd smutty remark and compliment flowed freely from his lips. It only made you think of him more (of fucking him that is) and in your head you had been replacing Max with him every single time the pair of you had sex. You kept it all to yourself and played it close to your chest. You didn’t want anyone knowing you wanted nothing more than to be split in two by him. But he was flirty by nature and you knew he was most likely just trying to make you feel comfortable with him seeing as he was such a good friend to your boyfriend.
The other thing that happened to play on your mind and perhaps influence your decision to go find him was the fact that Max had told you last night Daniel’s family was supposed to be at the race weekend. As the pair of you lay in bed Max sympathised with Daniel’s disappointment – Max had always been incredible open with you about how much he struggled growing up and the poor relationship he had with his own family so it touched you he was so considerate of his friend (it even made you feel a bit ridiculous that you had been having so many dirty little thoughts over him). He seemed to genuinely care that Daniel had been saddened that an emergency had taken place back in Australia and they wouldn’t be able to make it and even though you weren’t sure how Daniel would react to the fact you knew, you wanted him to know he had an ear if he needed one.
As you walked in the direction you thought the Alpha Tauri garage was you were pleased that you had been so correct as unexpectedly he sauntered from the back of the garage. When you saw him, with his race suit pulled down dangerously low in his hips (what was it in these men walking around practically oozing sex and giving girls the fodder for totally impure thoughts about them? Your boyfriend included) you could tell from his body language he looked rather pissed. You thought this would have been a totally fruitless pursuit and he would have been tangled up in talking to those in charge of his team – or throwing your boyfriend under the bus perhaps – so you had a moment when it dawned on you that you actually hadn’t been expecting to see him at all. But now, you were committed. Even if you mind went completely blank and you couldn’t think of any sympathetic words at all.
The knock upon his driver’s room door that came from your knuckles was gentle and soft. As you stood there, growing more and more anxious, you realised that it was probably too quiet for him to hear and the idea that you could just abandon your silly little apology now before he knew about it entered your head. But as quickly as it entered your head and flew straight back out again. Instantly, the door was pulled open. The first (and only) thing that you could register in that moment was the fact that he was now topless. Daniel was sans shirt. He was half naked. His race suit remained but slung exceeding low on his exposed hips. Good fucking Lord. His warm golden chest was staring at you. The defined ripples of rock hard abs popped and bulged. Your mouth salivated. For fuck’s sake! A deep, dark throb ripped through your lower half. An ache that you knew was linked to your unforgivable horniness for this man. Self control. Don’t be fucking stupid. Max. Think of Max. You groaned internally at yourself but you knew that if only you were single this would be playing out very differently.
Just then - as you were considered the very real possibility that you were about to have an aneurism or stroke from the pure sight of Daniel semi dressed - he moved aside. The tiny head tilt he gave signalled to you that you were welcome to “come in” to his private drivers room (away from prying eyes and sharp ears). Daniel held the door open and moved aside a little for you. You almost completely blanked and if the law questioned you on the state of his room you wouldn’t be able to recall one single thing.
“I’m sorry.” You squeaked out. Play it cool. Come on. Get your shit together. “For Max. He ruined your race.” You explained. Desperately hoping it would give him the reason as to why you were there invading his personal space in such a bad moment. Daniel’s thunderous face seemed to soften right in front of your eyes. His taught muscles relaxed and eyes neutralised. A smile spread across his softened lips.
“You don’t have to do that.” He replied. “It’s just racing. There’s no harm done.” He shrugged. His neck looked even bigger, thicker than it did when he had a shirt on. You couldn’t help but admire his physic, as it was so different to what you were used to. Max was strong, broad and what you would describe as meaty. He had a bit of something to him that you could grip hold of and you loved that. But you were a woman and there was something about a man who was so well defined and ripped that just got you going. Stop it! Stop thinking about the abs! If you don’t stop now you’re going to think about him naked! FUCK SAKE!!  You couldn’t control your brain and you completely failed to control yours eyes. They flickered down. They wasted no time going straight to his crotch. He’s fucking seen that you creep. You gritted your teeth together before letting a shaky sigh leave your lips as you really didn’t want to have to look back into his mesmerising eyes now he had just seen you checking out the bulge in fabric south of his naked abdomen.
“All the same, Daniel. I’m sorry he acted like a dick out there.” You didn’t realise how soft and low your voice had gotten. Nor how strangely intimate this moment felt. Regardless of how you were feeling you didn’t feel as awkward as you thought you were. As he took steps toward you – slowly but somehow all at once – you stayed rooted to the spot and didn’t move. You let him close the small gap between your bodies and couldn’t break the bewitching spell of his gaze. The burning, intense look in his eyes made you feel weak. You almost felt like a lamb that had led itself to the slaughterhouse. The thought was still bouncing off all of the ignited neurons in your brain when you finally piped up; “I probably need to…”   
Then, as your words were cut short and the oxygen was sucked right out of your lungs, you felt yourself go lightheaded and it was as if you were falling from a 20-story building. The fact you were pressed into something cool and metallic behind you never registered. Neither did the feeling of something hard and warm pressed flush against your front. The only thing that you suddenly could think about – the only smidgen of brain function you were able to comprehend – was the fact Daniel’s mouth was on yours. His big, pouty lips embraced your own as if they had been searching for them his whole life. Then they began to move against yours and a shaky, unsteady breath flowed from his parted mouth. It was swallowed in its entirety by your own as a barely audible gasp snapped out of you. With your mouth now open – your lips parted to him, granting him unspoken access – Daniel’s tongue ran over yours in a testing, teasing motion. A moan slipped from your throat. His hands gripped at your waist before one of them trailed up and pushed its way through the hair that you had worn down because he had complimented you on your long flowing locks the last time you had seen him. You realised this was what you had been dreaming about. This was fantasy that had been playing over and over in your head for the past few months. You were getting what you wanted.
Because of all the things I would do to you, if you weren’t his. His words he had dared to speak in Monaco repeated in your head while his tongue glided across yours. He ground himself against your core and you could feel the effect you had had on him. He wanted you. It was painfully obvious he did. But the last part of the words he had spoken to you that night reiterated them self to you. If you weren’t his.
Max.
You suddenly remembered Max.
Your hands were suddenly pushing against the flesh of Daniel’s warm chest. While you tried desperately to fill your lungs with air your eyes flicked open and you were instantly staring into confused, yet still affectionate eyes.
“I can’t.” You stated plainly.
“Max.”
The next however many minutes were all a complete, total blur of which you couldn’t recount any of them at all. Your mind kept going back to Daniel and it didn’t help you could taste him on your tongue as you stomped back into the back of the Red Bull garage. What had happened was wrong. It was fucked. He had no right to kiss you like that – he had no right to kiss you at all. But you had kissed back and you only stopped because you suddenly remembered your boyfriend, not because you wholeheartedly wanted too. Fuck. I hate myself. I went too far. You slipped the headphones back on to catch the last remaining few laps of the race and reprimanded yourself while doing it. Why did I go looking for him? Did I give him the wrong signals? Fuck why couldn’t I have been single? He would have been fucking me right now if I were single. God, he’s such a good kisser. Fucking hell, he’s probably ridiculous at eating you out. The feeling of your wet – no soaking – panties that were now clinging to your dripping wet folds only helped stoke the burning desire that was growing inside of you to run back to him. You forced your attention to the screens to try quashing all of the disgusting thoughts running through your mind. As Max’s car flashed up on the screen you really did feel insurmountable guilt begin to build inside of your body. You kiss one of his best mates. You kissed someone he respected and loved like a brother. Someone he cared for. You knew Max was open-minded and he was forgiving to a fault, but you didn’t want to tell him and destroy what you had. So as you watched him cross the finish line and clinch a win in Monza, you swore never to tell him.
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Budapest Hungary 
July '23
The scene was set. Max observed Daniel grow weary and head to their prior reserved table in the dimly lit corner of the private members bar. This was his chance, his one moment of getting him alone - away from all of the hangers on Daniel was surrounded by - to finally ask the burning question that had been playing on his own mind for months now. 
As his feet began carrying him in the direction of his favourite Formula One teammate he swallowed his own tiredness. The body aches and drained feeling from a tiring race were rippling through body and he knew Daniel would be suffering too but it didn’t distract him from what he had to do. Like a lion stalking its prey, Max stalked over to the corner and reminded himself this was what he wanted. 
Max flopped down on the plush dark cherry red velvet sofa with a low but steady sigh. He situated himself against the opposite arm to Daniel - just in case this question wouldn’t be as well received as he suspected it would be - and wondered if he should have informed you of his decision first or pushed for you to have attended this weekend so you would now be present to make things easier as he pitched the idea to his friend. But as the thought of you flooded his memory (specifically the sight you lying naked in his bed the morning he had to leave to catch an early flight) he found himself swallowing again. This time with a strange excitement that he couldn’t place but he wasted no time in dwelling upon it. 
Max felt Daniel’s eyes on him and he relaxed into the sofa. Head rolling back against it before falling in the direction of his old teammate and catching his gaze.  “I have a proposition for you.” The words came freely from Max’s lips. He found it surprising how easily they managed to flow from him. Daniel’s head tilted and his eyebrows raised. Max wondered what he must have been thinking but he was sure there was zero way it would be what was next to leave his mouth. 
“I want you fuck my girlfriend.” 
The passing seconds for Max felt light, carefree and completely relaxed while by the unsuspecting, blank look upon Daniel’s they were clouded in surprise, confusion and total shock. But the longer Daniel remained silent it only confirmed to Max what he had already known all these months. The lack of carefree laughter, quick mocking or jesting gave Daniel away. It was clear to Max that Daniel desired you in the exact same way that you desired him. He had known it for a while. He knew you harboured some dirty little fantasies (like so many other women did toward the handsome, smiling Australian) and after dwelling upon it for a few weeks he had come to the realisation he wanted you to have exactly what you wanted. He had no reason to feel intimidated or threatened by Daniel. He knew you belonged to him and he wouldn’t grudge you something you craved. And even now, as the question hung in the space between them, he was confident Daniel would give in to his obvious lust and attraction for you too. 
Just as your hidden sexual fascination had been completely obvious to him, Max noted Daniels unmistakable reciprocation. His whole behaviour and attitude around you changed and he always seemed to be trying to be careful with his words and making sure he wasn’t going overboard with his flirtatious conduct toward you. But his staring got more intense and Max couldn’t help but clock it each and every time. He noted how Daniel seemed to like being near you whenever he realised Max was just out of reach, how Daniel was always whispering in your ear when he was out of earshot and how he would bite his lip as if he was trying to hold himself back each time you would laugh. Any other man would probably have been annoyed, pissed and angry at how his best mate was hot for his girlfriend but Max wasn’t like most men. He loved you. Wholeheartedly and irrevocably. And most importantly, he trusted you completely. 
“I know you know she likes you and I’ve seen you with her, I know your moves Daniel.” It was true. Max did know all of Daniel’s moves. He had practically studied them, learned them and used them himself to pick up women.  “Mate….” On a quick, sharp exhale Daniel let out a nervous, uncertain laugh His eyes looked impossibly large as if he was concerned and worried he was about to get punched.  “Don’t worry, I’m not pissed…” Max smirked “In fact, I’m glad it’s you she’s been fantasising about and not someone else that couldn’t satisfy her. Imagine if it were Charles or worse, Lando.” Max playfully scoffed and for a moment it set Daniel at ease. 
Daniel wasn’t sure his heart had ever beaten as fast as it was since Max had asked his question. I want you to fuck my girlfriend. Those were his exact words and they kept going round and round like a funfair ride in his mind. It seemed utterly inconceivable that Max would ask a question like that. He was head over heels in love with you. Any fool could see it. 
“It’s your girlfriend….” Was all Daniel could choke out because suddenly his mind was flooded with the image of you. At first it was innocent. He simply remembered you laughing at a joke he made the last time he saw you; then what you were wearing and how good you looked in it; then how glowy and soft your skin looked as the warm sun beat down upon it; then how glossy and kissable your lips were; then he pictured you naked and then FUCK! That made it game over. 
He mentally tried to scold himself but it was no good. The sheer thought of actually getting to fuck you was too strong and if Max hadn’t suddenly begun speaking to him he would have been trying to hide his very obvious semi growing in his jeans. 
“I know and that’s why I want her to have what she wants.” The thought of his lips trailing down your chest, his tongue flicking over your pert responsive nipple, made his throat tighten. But as badly as he wanted to know what you tasted like or hear the noises you made as he made you squirm in pleasure he wasn’t sure he actually could do it. He wasn’t the type to fuck his friend’s ex let alone current girlfriend – even with permission. “Max, I couldn’t…” Daniel tried to protest and reject the idea but he was cut off mid sentence.  “Tell me you haven’t thought about it?” 
God, had he thought about it. He had thought about you. Ever since the first time he met you when you had slammed right into him, he had thought about you. He had long gone past thinking about you naked. He had already spent many nights with his hand working up and down his pulsating cock to the THOUGHT of you bare and exposed in front of him. He had got himself off in the shower when he THOUGHT of his tongue tasting the glorious wetness that pooled between your thighs. And he quickly made himself come before a race at the sheer THOUGHT of you pulsating and clenching around him as he made you come. Daniel had THOUGHT about fucking you. He THOUGHT about it a lot.
Another nervous laugh came from him as he tried to make sense of Max’s sudden, rather out of character behaviour. He was convinced Max was going to burst into a fit of laughter and expose it as only a prank but he didn’t. Max actually glared at him across the sofa as he awaited an answer. It crossed Daniel’s mind that perhaps Max was getting off on the thought of his girlfriend screwing another man and it was some sex thing – cuckholding, he thought – but Max never seemed the type.
“What’s the catch?” He finally piped up. “There isn’t one. Well, it can only happen once but other than that.” Daniel watched Max’s shoulders move up and down in a shrugging motion while Max kept a watchful eye upon Daniel’s eyes to try determine if he was interested in his smutty proposition or not. “It won’t make it weird between us?” Daniel added and Max shook his head. “Not at all.” He was so carefree about the decision to offer up his girlfriend that in the moment Daniel couldn’t believe how cool Max had become – even if it passed him only fleetingly.
“Well…” Daniel paused and thought of his word choice in how to agree to all this because he seriously thought he was actually in the twilight zone and Max had lost all of his marbles.
“Take some time. Think about it. It’s not like she’s going to go unsatisfied” Max’s voice oozed with cockiness. He knew how good he was in bed and he ALWAYS made sure she came. “If you don’t want to, if you think it’s too weird then fine, whatever, it’s cool.” Daniel once again watch Max shrug “You would regret it though….” And Max knew fine well Daniel was someone who lived without regrets.
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f1girliefics · 2 months
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Only Us
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Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Warnings: Car crash, injury, broken bones description of possible open fracture
Summary: A simple race, a not so simple crash.
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You were excited to see Daniel back on the track, his new contract with the Alpha Tauri team was a good sign.
You were very happy for him.
He wasn't home when the call came.
The person calling from the hospital explained one of his greatest fears over the phone, you were in an accident.
It was late, he should have been home, but as soon as he got the call, he got his keys and left.
“Mr Ricciardo?”
“Yes, who is this?” he asked the woman on the other end of the line.
“My name is Janet Frank calling from St Vincent's Hospital: Emergency Room, you are listed as the emergency contact for Miss Y/L/N.”
“What happened?”
“She was involved in a car accident. She is currently in surgery, but the police here would like to talk to you.” Daniel felt his stomach drop.
“I-I will be right there!”
He arrived about thirty minutes later, out of breath as he ran to the front desk.
“I’m here for Miss Y/L/N.”
“To your right down the hall, take a right, you will see the police there.” 
“Thank you.” he said before he started to walk fast towards the direction he was told.
As he took a right he saw two policemen standing there.
“I’m Miss Y/L/N’s boyfriend.” he told the two officers.
“Mr Ricciardo?” one asked and Daniel nodded. “My name is Sergeant Dwight, this is my partner, Sergeant Dennis. Your girlfriend was in a car accident this early afternoon. A drunk driver rear-ended her, pushed her onto incoming traffic and she was T-boned. She was conscious when we arrived on the scene.”
Daniel thanked the officers and soon rushed to your doctor who explained that you were okay, they needed to do a surgery on your knee because it got broken and trapped. Other than that, you were alright considering the circumstances.
Soon, you were out of surgery and in a room, waking up.
You immediately noticed Daniel by your side, smiling at you as he held your hand, he said something but you couldn’t hear him.
“Don’t move too much.” he said as you groaned in pain when you tried to sit up. “You had a knee surgery.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember. I looked at it in the car and saw the blood and I think my bone was also sticking out.”
“Thank you for the visual.” he made a face and you smiled a little. 
“I’m alright though.” he nodded acknowledging that you were indeed, still alive. Your voice did calm him.
“I nearly fell on poor Yuki when I got the call, he had to jump out of the way.” you laughed a little.
“I’m so high on painkillers right now.” you smiled and Daniel laughed, seeing your expression.
“I’m so glad you are alive.”
“Yeah, but you will have to nurse me, doctor said I can’t walk for months.”
“I am okay with that. At least you won’t leave my sight.”
“I’m okay with that.” you smiled as he laughed a little. He touched your face, his expression turned serious as he looked at you, you could see the weight from his shoulders falling off.
You knew how he was, all smiles as if he had no worries and yet, on the inside he worried all the time. Over his family, over himself and over you.
It was natural to him.
You could only imagine how much it hurt him to see you in a hospital bed with a fucked up knee.
“You couldn’t have done anything different.” you said, trying to reassure him. “Even if you drove me, we would both be now on a bed, and you had important meetings. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I still feel like as if I could have done something.” he said as he looked into your eyes.
“You couldn’t have. It wasn’t our fault. What’s important is that we are both here, alive and happy.”
“You are right.” he let out a long sigh.
You pulled his arm and he moved closer to give you a kiss.
Nothing mattered but the two of you.
You will deal with your knee, you will deal with getting a new car, you will deal with getting the other driver the time they deserve.
For now, it was only you two.
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oh, baby! (insta au) dr.3
pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader synopsis: you and daniel have an exciting announcement to make. (in my mind this all happens next year when danny isn't racing) (no face or body claims for reader)
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Liked by y/nricciardo, michaelitaliano and 124,322 others danielricciardo vacation time with the wife! happy 1st anniversary baby, I love you 🤍 view all 3,274 comments y/nricciardo less instagram, more helping me with the bags please 🙄 ↳ danielricciardo on my way! michaelitaliano have fun lovebirds! and happy anniversary! ↳ y/nricciardo thank you michael! I'll keep him in check 😉 thericciardofam they're so cute! 🥺 ↳ y/nricciardo ❤️ ↳ danielricciardo ❤️
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Liked by danielriccciardo, charlottesiine and 15,412 others y/nsworld well... he helped with the bags for the first 5 minutes, lazy butt... 🤷‍♀️ happy 1st anniversary darling! I love you so much 🤍 view all 3,274 comments danielricciardo giving them a sneak peak at our new collab merch I see? ↳ y/nricciardo well it is our anniversary collection! seemed like a good time charlottesiine happy anniversary guys! looking forward to getting my hands on that merch! 💛 ↳ y/nricciardo charlotte my love! can't wait for our brunch date when we get back to monaco. 💛 we'll send you some merch don't worry 😉
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Liked by y/nricciardo, landonorris and 214,181 others danielricciardo there is no better photographer than my wife ❤️ such a special holiday! exciting announcement coming soon 📸: y/nricciardo view all 2241 comments y/nricciardo I think michael would disagree baby... but thank you ❤️ ↳ michaelitaliano I do disagree indeed 😃 ↳ danielricciardo you're a close second mate ↳ michaelitaliano I'll take it 🤷‍♀️ landonorris looking good mate 🔥 charlesleclerc missing you round the track mate but glad you're having a good break! charlottesiine is this announcement what I think it is? 👀 ↳ y/nricciardo 😉
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Liked by danielricciardo, charlottesiine and 108,381 others y/nricciardo just senna doing a spot of light reading... baby ricciardo due september 2023 🤍 view all 3685 comments danielricciardo so excited to start this new chapter with you my darling 🤍 charlottesiine oh my god you guys 😭 so so excited for you both! I haven't stopped crying since you told me at brunch 💛 ↳ y/nricciardo of course you had to be one of the first people we told 💛 ↳ charlesleclerc she's crying again 😭 ↳ danielricciardo I can hear her on facetime with y/n right now... they're both crying ↳ y/nricciardo it's the hormones 😭 sebastianvettel congratulations guys! it's an incredible thing and I know you guys are going to love every second landonorris congratulations! hope you got enough practice looking after me michaelitaliano congratulations! cannot wait to meet baby ric! f1 another honey badger for the paddock! congrats!
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Liked by y/nricciardo, michaelitaliano and 174,110 others danielricciardo y/n is currently taking a nap as the excitement of announcing baby ric has tired her out but I wanted to come on here to thank you all so much for the love and support you've shared with us, it's touched our hearts and we feel incredibly lucky 🤍 view all 1241 comments charlottesiine you make sure you look after her okay? ↳ danielricciardo of course y/nricciardo that nap was so needed 😭 ↳ danielricciardo I almost joined you ❤️ y/nricciardo oh my god you look so dad vibes in this pic I can't deal 😭🥺 y/nanddannypics omg omg omg I still can't believe it thericciardos OH MY GOD THEY'RE HAVING A BABY danielfan I'm so excited for them 😭
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Liked by danielricciardo, f1 and 194,264 others y/nricciardo senna is so excited to announce that he will be getting a little brother! 💙 view all 2387 comments danielricciardo so excited to meet him baby ❤️ ↳ y/nricciardo me too love! landonorris I'm just saying that lando is a great name ↳ charlesleclerc charles is way better ↳ pierregasly pierre is the classiest ↳ michaelitaliano sorry guys, he's gonna be named after uncle michael 😌 ↳ y/nricciardo guys 😭 charlottesiine I'm so excited for the baby shower! 💛 ↳ y/nricciardo omg me too! 💛
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Liked by y/nricciardo, landonorris and 189,461 others danielricciardo not long to go now! starting to feel so real... baby ric, we can't wait to meet you 💙 view all 2179 comments y/nricciardo so crazy to think he'll be lying in that spot in a month 💙 ↳ danielricciardo so excited to have him here y/nricciardo
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Liked by danielricciardo, charlottesiine and 64,273 others y/nricciardo getting that parenting practice in this weekend with some uncle duties ❤️ view all 861 comments danielricciardo these pictures are adorable baby, I didn't even realise you'd taken the second one ❤️ ↳ y/nricciardo mr ricciardo you are going to be an incredible father and I'm so happy we get to experience this joy together ↳ danielricciardo I love you darling ❤️ ↳ michaelitaliano he's crying in the gym toilet 😭 ↳ y/nricciardo oh my god 😭 ↳ danielricciardo way to ruin the mood 🧍‍♂️ daniely/nlove daniel crying in the bathroom is me whenever these two post dannyy/nfam okay but the way that they've shared this whole journey with us is beautiful
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Liked by danielricciardo, charlottesiine and 207,122 others y/nricciardo our baby honey badger decided he wanted to meet us a little early! looking forward to introducing him to the world once we've enjoyed him to ourselves for a little while 💙 view all 1983 comments danielricciardo ❤️ charlottesiine omg! stay safe and keep us updated guys 💛 ↳ y/nricciardo will do! landonorris ahhh so excited! michaelitaliano okay now I'm the one crying in the gym toilet 😭 ↳ danielricciardo mate 😭 danielricciardo and y/nricciardo
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Liked by y/nricciardo, michaelitaliano and 305,921 others danielricciardo hi world, meet joseph sebastian ricciardo 💙 view all 3931 comments y/nricciardo my little angel 💙 charlottesiine he's absolutely gorgeous, I already want more cuddles charlesleclerc congratulations guys! sebastianvettel love the name 😉 congratulations guys, enjoy him! pierregasly I still can't get over how tiny he is! congrats! landonorris I'm not the only one crying right? ↳ michaelitaliano I'm crying again too don't worry mate ↳ y/nricciardo michael 😭 you're worse than me and I have the excuse of hormones 😂 thericciardofam omg omg omg they named him seb I- 😭 danielfan oh my god? they? named him? after seb? 😭 y/nfan omggg he's here!! 🥺
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Liked by danielricciardo, landonorris and 174,192 others y/nricciardo my boys 🤍 happy anniversary my love. thank you for giving me our baby boy and loving me each day view all 1,346 comments danielricciardo 🤍 michaelitaliano baby merch next? ↳ y/nricciardo 👀 ↳ danielricciardo now you're giving her ideas landonorris I'm crying in the bathroom again thericciardogram omg this is too cute! y/nnoticeme her posts are always so aesthetic 🥺
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Liked by y/nricciardo, michaelitaliano and 194,127 others danielricciardo happy anniversary baby ❤️ can't believe this time last year it was just the two of us and now here we are travelling with our baby honey badger. thank you for giving me the gift of fatherhood and being such an amazing wife and mother 🤍 view all 1,256 comments y/nricciardo love you 🤍 michaelitaliano happy anniversary guys! landonorris happy anniversary ! charlottesiine happy anniversary loves! thericciardofam the way that the outfits match in each post 😭 sobbing 😭 theircciardos his little feetsies omg 🥺 y/nanddan omg the way that they both posted the other one matching with joseph is so cute 😭
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