Daniel had turned their girlfriend into a pillow princess. Max needs him to fix it
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male receiving), dom!daniel, dom!max, sub!reader, reader gets called a brat, reader gets called a good girl, spitroasting, p in v, cum swallowing
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Max x reader x daniel
Daniel had created a monster.
When their relationship had first started, their girl had been as willing to give as she was to take. She'd get on her knees for them, ride them until the sun rose. They'd do the same for her in return, happy to pay to make her as good as she made them feel.
But then Daniel began giving her everything she wanted. All she had to do was pout a little and wrap her arms around his neck. He'd kiss her pouty lips and carry her to their bedroom to bring her pleasure.
Max had to deal with the burden of it. Where Daniel was happy to do anything she asked, Max wasn't. If she wanted him to help her get off, she was going to have to return the favour.
But Daniel had turned her into a princess. A pillow princess. And Max had to do something about it. He couldn't go to her though, not when she knew she had Daniel wrapped round her finger. So, he went directly to the source.
He waited until she was napping (a regular occurrence, since she stayed up with Max most nights) to talk to Daniel.
"She hasn't sucked me off or ridden in weeks, Daniel," Max confessed, his tone hushed.
Daniel shrugged his shoulders. "I'll suck you off," he said.
"Yeah, I know you will," Max snapped, but he quickly regained his composure. "But that's no the point," he said as he laid back against the couch cushions. "She doesn't do anything by lay there. You've turned her into a pillow princess and you need to fix it."
"Okay," Daniel agreed. "You, you're right. I miss seeing her on her knees for us."
Max leaned in and kissed him, an act that was quickly reciprocated. But before Daniel could push his fingers through Max's hair, messing it up, he pulled away. "Besides, if she doesn't go for it, we could always fuck each other, leave her high and dry."
So, it was decided. The next time she went to Daniel, wearing that tempting pout, he'd say no. He wouldn't give into her (but somehow Max doubted that would actually happen).
The next day, while Max was racing on the sim rig, she went to Daniel. As usual, she wore her prettiest pout as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Danny," she whined, pressing her body against his.
As her body moved against him, she felt just how hard he was in his shorts, just from her touch alone. She was going to get everything she wanted, she thought as she bit back her grin, trying to maintain her pout. "I need you," she whispered.
Daniel squeezed her arms around her, but then he gently pushed her away. "Baby, if you want Max and I to fuck you, you're gonna have to earn it."
Her pout only grew. "But Dannyyyy," she whined as she let her fingers trail down his chest, towards his trousers. This time she couldn't hide her grin as she touched his hardening length.
Again, he gently pushed her away. "Go and suck Max off if you want to get off," he said, pointing to the other room, where the rig was.
Her pout turned into a scowl as she turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine," Daniel called back as she went to stride out of the room. "You can go grumble about it and stay needy, or you can go and give Max a blow job," he said.
That stopped her in her tracks. She momentarily dropped the attitude, threw her head back, and groaned. "Fine," she muttered and took off, walking towards Max as he raced.
As she approached, she knocked on the wall. "Are you streaming?" She asked.
When Max shook his head, she approached and got down onto her knees beside him. She still wore that same scowl as got onto her knees beside him. "Schat, what're you doing?" He asked as she fished him out of his shorts.
"He won't touch me, Maxie, not until I suck you off."
Max smirked as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. He sat back, sat comfortably, went went back to racing. "Better get to work, then."
The scowl returned to her face as she moved closer, taking his cock into her mouth. It had been so long since she had last done this, it was only a matter of moments before her knees began hurting and her jaw started aching.
Plus, Max could tell she wasn't putting her all into it. But he said nothing, just shaking his head as Daniel walked into the room and sat, watching them. "She's got quite an attitude, doesn't she?"
Daniel scoffed, laughing. "She's being a little brat at the minute," he said. "Feel free to fuck her throat if you need to."
She pulled off of Max, releasing him with a pop! She sat back, trying to give her knees a rest. She wiped at her mouth, but she didn't have much time before anything else before Daniel was behind her, holding her head, pushing her back towards Max's cock. "I don't think he said you can stop."
Although he was pushing her, Daniel was still gentle. He eased her onto Max's cock, moving her back and forth. He didn't push her all the way around, didn't push her until she was gagging.
Drool ran down her chin when Daniel finally let go of her. He watched for her a moment as she worked through her aching jaw, hollowing her cheeks. Max moaned, his eyes shut as he bucked his hips towards her. He had long since crashed his virtual car, too distracted by the way she was sucking him.
"Good girl," said Daniel, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her little shorts. When he tugged them down and squeezed her ass, she moaned around Max (which felt like heaven to him).
He let her go just a little longer before touching her more. Her shorts were around her knees as Daniel touched her, felt through her folds. Her eyes were shut and she whined, taking just a moment to feel his fingers.
Max bucked up into her lips and she got to work once again. He patted her head as she moved his lips up and down his shaft. When Daniel touched her clit she jolted forward slightly, but she never released Max from her lips.
She pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip.
"Do you think she's deserved it?" Asked Daniel as he felt just how wet she was.
"Fuck," Max hissed, steadily rocking his hips into her mouth. "Y-Yeah, she's earnt it," he replied, somewhat shakily. He never wanted it to end.
Daniel certainly agreed. He freed himself from the confines of his shorts and rubbed himself through his folds. He slowly pushed through as she let out a cry.
"You earnt this, baby," he whispered before he thrust into her.
She pulled her mouth away from Max's cock to cry out. "Fuck, Danny!" She cried as she threw her head back.
Daniel thrust into her a few times before stopping. If she wasn't going suck Max off, he wasn't going to fuck her. She let out a whine, grinding back against him. "C'mon, Danny," she said as she turned back to him and pouted.
The pout was really starting to piss him off now. "Get back to it," he said, swatting at her ass.
She returned her lips to Max, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking his entire length down her throat. She worked hard while Daniel fucked her, determined to make Max fuck.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Max cried, his fingers gripping her hair. "I'm close." He tried to pull her off, but she batted his hand away and kept working, until he was spilling his seed into her mouth.
She swallowed all he gave to her and released him from her mouth. Max grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him as Daniel fucked her. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing that she had swallowed it all. "Wow, princess," Max said, running her thumb over her lips.
Her eyes shut and small whines left her lips and Daniel pounded into her. "Fuck, you should feel her," he grunted as he looked towards Max.
The way she was clenching around him, it had Daniel so close. "Fucking hell." He swatted her ass again and she squeezed him tighter.
"Fuck, Danny, I'm..."
But that was as much warning as she could give him before she was finished, her body convulsing. It took a moment before she stilled, limp body held up by Max and Daniel.
Max ran his fingers through her hair, the feeling so comforting as she came down. Daniel kept going, but his pace as slowed, become sloppy. His grunts filled the apartment before he pulled out of her, spilling onto her back.
He kept a hold of her, keeping her up. Max stood, passing her to Daniel as he want to run a bath for her.
"You did so good, Baby," said Daniel as he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm so proud of you."
She curled into Daniel's hold, her head against his chest as she kissed his skin. "Thank you, Danny," she whispered, running his fingers through his hair. "But, do we have to do that again? I miss you taking care of me."
Daniel's laugh shook his entire body. "Nice try, princess," he said as he picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.
Daniel Ricciardo and tennis – a masterpost (of sorts).
To start things off, here is a video of Daniel playing tennis that I think about way too often, especially lately, with the recent paddle mania that took over the paddock.
A few things I could note here, apart from the fact that Daniel himself said that if it wasn't racing, he'd go pro in tennis:
old school-ish (european) one handed backhand which is actually rather solid! Daniel said many times that he is a big fan of Federer (a true goat) and Daniel's technique here is pretty much imitating Roger's smooth and satisfying backhand strokes.
it is just a couple of hits but ball placement court wise in not bad - all past the half court mark, down the line, then cross court and close to the baseline.
his movement on the court itself comes off a bit wonky in comparison to regular players but I do like how he attacks the short ball (even if he swings a bit too wide but it still works).
Some assortment of interesting facts:
Apart from his love for Roger Federer, Daniel was a big Andre Agassi fan.
In 2021 Daniel and Lando stayed up to watch British teenage tennis player Emma Raducanu (who is an avid F1 fan and her fave driver is Daniel) win the US Open, her maiden grand slam tournament. This was right before the win in Monza and McLaren 1-2.
In 2020, Daniel took inspiration for his "Equality" face mask from the four time grand slam winner Naomi Osaka and called her a "strong voice" (which she rightfully was). Lewis Hamilton also considered Naomi a great inspiration in raising awareness of several social issues.
When Daniel was a kid, he would smash his racquet if he lost (that's so real of him and i do that too):
Ricciardo is widely regarded as motorsport’s nice guy. But when does the mongrel come out?
"I’m a born competitor. As a kid I was a sore loser. If it was a tennis match, I’d smash a racquet or something," he said, laughing. (source)
Once Daniel was playing with his cousin and apparent he got a little outplayed, so in retaliation Daniel hit his cousin point blank with a tennis ball (which hurts A LOT). His cousin cried and then Daniel's dad gave him "a clip across the ear". Daniel also talks about it in one of the Grill the Grid videos. (big thanks to @go-daniel for finding the article and the video to back this story up!)
Daniel is childhood friends with Marcus Stoinis (an Aussie cricketer) and they grew up together playing tennis, driving to Dunsborough south of Perth and they would play tennis together for the whole day, practically hogging the court. (via this post)
Now, to the photos!
Carlos and Daniel playing a tennis match in 2013. Daniel won 6-3 2-6 7-6. It's from Daniel's old twitter post.
Daniel and Jannik Sinner in Piatti Tennis Center in 2020. Jannik is an Italian darling and current world number 3 on the steady rise to the top (i love my carrot boy so much).
Daniel on court.
Daniel attending semifinals of Wimbledon 2021.
Daniel with Juan Martín del Potro during Miami 2023 Grand Prix. Del Potro, now retired, was a prominent tennis player from Argentina, a "gentle giant" and he is also a fan of Fernando Alonso.
Daniel with Matteo Berrettini (and Francesco Carrozzini in the middle), Italian tennis player, current world number 142, during Met Gala 2023 (the way i yelled when this photo dropped omg).
It is all I have managed to gather for now but I will update if I stumble upon something new.
god there are so many. and I unfortunately don't have like the time right now to go searching the the gifs i want! (I lied. ended up in a rabbit hole but still had to stop myself!!!)
in no particular order!
had to start with thighs
who are you smiling like that for, whose about to fuck you king?????
also the gifs of him pointing with his lets fuck ring, the gif of him tapping and stroking (i think) the rear wing. just..... his hands and fingers are just slutty on their own ok!!!!!
this whole moment
when he's sweaty. because why is he so sweaty? who is he fucking????
I call this the 'he know's hes hot' genre
because yes
!!!!!!!!!!!
ok ok I'll stop. There are soooo many more
I'm sorry Alexis! I went to your page for like 1 gif and ended up going through like I'm cutting the comics out of newspapers!
Yeah, yeah, having all-japanese line-up at the japanese gp is great marketing opportunity and honda probably paid huge amount of money, but replacing Daniel at fp1 when he so desperately needs time in the car to find that sweet spot in the set-up is messed up. I realise that this was probably set up a long time ago, but I would be so pissed off that the team would prioritize good PR instead of helping me get better, especially when every other interview the top brass are telling how they need to step up in improving the car
Just got this inspo for a fic I'm to lazy to write so next best thing is requesting
Daniel getting his kids names tattooed 🥹
Thank you 💗
I'm so sorry this is short, my mind is with my Harry potter au atm
Picking out the actual design was the longest part of the process. Daniel wanted it to be special, something for each of them. The lettering had to be perfect, a reflection of them.
Every time his artist suggested something, Daniel had to make a small change. It was a never ending process of small changes. At first, the kids names were together, a line running through them, connecting them
But Daniel changed it. He took out the line, changed the font and such. And then he made it so, if they were to have a third child, they could incorporate the name somehow.
After the design was picked, it was the placement. Daniel wanted it to be visible, he wanted everybody to ask about it.
When he joked about putting them on his neck, his wife could have killed him. "Don't you even think about it," she said, giving him a glare. She didn't care that it was a joke. He was not allowed to get a neck tattoo.
She actually picked the placement, a spot on his right arm that was unmarked. Her fingers traced over the skin and, suddenly, she couldn't wait to see her babies names there.
Lea and Tom had no idea what their dad was doing. They had coloured in his tattoos before, pushing each other out of the way to run their colourful markers over their dad's skin.
Daniel had gotten tattoos before, sure. But he still didn't like to go alone. The kids were dropped at their grandmother's house and Daniel and his wife made their way to the tattoo shop.
They were a little early, and there was a long wait while the tattoo artist set up.
At last, she called Daniel over to her station. She sat him down, placed the stencil on his arm and then had it checked in the mirror. It was moved around a couple of times before the place was just right.
And then the tattooing began. Daniels wife held his hand and the artist kept him talking, making conversation as she tattooed. She asked about Tom and Lea and Daniel confessed that he hoped there would be another name added soon.
It didn't take very long to get the names tattooed. Before they knew it, she was wrapping up his arm and sending him on his way.
He finally had his babies named tattooed on his arm
🗣️🗣️ The Racing Bulls are convinced that Ricciardo can drive fast. His speed shines through again and again, even though he doesn't get along with the 2024 car as well as Tsunoda.
via: NUR NOCH ZWEI RENNEN FÜR RICCIARDO: WAS IST DRAN AN DEN GERÜCHTEN? | Motoraport De
oh my god I feel so bad for lando after that crash, it looked so scary 😨 would you write something about lando and reader after that?
Nonny, any time I can write some good ol' hurt/comfort I will, so thank you for your request!
Count my Heartbeat – LN4
Summary: Lando insists he's fine after his big wreck in Vegas, but a nightmare may prove him wrong.
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Warnings: I am embellishing on Lando’s symptoms / state after this crash for the sake of plot, hurt/comfort angst (but don't worry the ending is okay), nightmares, reader is very anxious, mentions of a crash, not proofreaddddddd
Team Radio: Hi lovelies. Not sure why I got SO angsty on this one, but I actually really enjoyed writing it.Also straight up might not make sense, I can't decide. I apologize in advance. Let me know if you want to see more stuff like this. Requests and asks are open! Love, E
Your eyes burned dry and tired in the darkness of Lando's hotel room as you strained to look at him through the black. He's fine you thought, desperately trying to make yourself believe it. He's been fine for hours. But no matter how many times you told yourself that you were being silly, or that he was safe, or that the whole ordeal was over, you just kept hearing his pain over that radio message. You kept seeing him trembling in the medical center, trying desperately to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him when he careened into the barrier at 180mph mere minutes before. You kept feeling that twist in your stomach when he grinned goofily at you from his hospital bed because it felt like half pain meds and half a performance, like he was showing you how fine he wanted to be, not how fine he really was.
So you watched him, though everything in you wanted to sleep, because something in your brain forced your eyes back open when you closed them, forced you to regain consciousness when you tried to slip into the rest your body wailed for. It was like a survival instinct – his safety ensured your own, and you had to protect it with everything. You watched his soft chest rise and fall with each breath, caramel skin smattered with moles gently stretching over his ribs below like silk pulled over stone. You heard the breath and soft snores passing freely and steadily through his nose and his half parted lips.
You finally worked up the mental strength to try and sleep again. You hated not being able to look at him, but you knew that there was also a very small window of time before the alarm would go off and the two of you would have to set off for Abu Dhabi. You'd be no use to him tomorrow if you didn't sleep tonight.
Just as you closed your stinging eyes and began to drift, you felt Lando shift beside you. Usually when he slept, he slept hard and deep, rarely dreaming, rarely moving. You felt his head roll one way on his pillow, then another. A huffed breath. A mumble. You furrowed your brows, trying to bring yourself back into consciousness to determine whether or not you were dreaming it.
Suddenly he sat straight up with an inhale so loud and sharp it was like he'd just dug himself out of his grave. Your eyes flew open and you were up with him instantly, checking him like you were on autopilot. "Lando? Love, what's wrong?" You asked, touching his face to steady him as he panted and tried to get oriented, eyes darting around like he wasn't quite sure where he was. You pressed your hand to the center of his heaving chest, now slicked with cold sweat. "Lando, can you breathe?" You asked forcefully. "Do I need to call the doctor?"
His eyes finally met yours, registering that you were beside him. "I… I'm fine, no doctor," he huffed through a sleep clogged throat. You sighed deeply in relief and he ran a shaky hand through his curls. "Sorry I woke you."
"Lando," you pleaded, crawling up onto your knees and crouching beside him, "talk to me. What happened?" He looked so upset, but not just because he was obviously rattled from whatever dream he had. It was like he was embarrassed at being caught so vulnerable.
He didn't say anything, instead dropping your gaze and taking the sheets into his fists as he tried to slow his breathing. The harder he tried the worse it seemed to get, and while you didn't want to crowd him while he composed himself, you started to worry he might hyperventilate. Straddling his waist, you gathered his head in your arms and gently brought his ear to your chest, careful of his sore neck. "Okay Lan, you're okay," You hummed, "count my heartbeats, alright?"
" 'M fine," He objected, but you hushed him, one hand dropping from his head to drag lazily up and down his spine.
"Just focus on my heartbeats. I've got you."
It was a technique you knew well. You'd always been an anxious person, and sometimes when you were young and couldn't compose yourself, your mother or sister would pull you close and tell you to count their heartbeats. Forcing yourself to focus on each beat would distract you enough from your spiraling to at least calm your breathing. You never told Lando about it, but on nights when your anxieties kept you awake, you would lay your head against his tanned chest and count his heartbeats instead of sheep.
Eventually his breathing got under control, and you pressed a kiss into the curls at the crown of his head before pulling it back to look at you.
"How are you feeling now, Lan?" You asked, stroking his cheek.
"I told you, I'm fine," he tried, but his wavering voice betrayed him.
"I know what you told me, love. I want to know what you haven't told me yet."
He stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. "You know those dreams where you feel like you're falling?" He asked finally, voice quiet. You could tell he was fighting the urge to look away from you.
"Yeah."
"It was like that. But… I'm in the car. And the ground is the wall. And as soon as I hit it, I see everything I could lose." You nodded in understanding. You were about to open your mouth to tell him how thankful you were that he told you when he continued. "And I just knew that I lost you. In my dream I couldn't catch my breath because you were like… you were like my air and you were gone and I couldn't… and I just feel so guilty for not…"
You furrowed your brows and pressed a kiss between his. "Why on earth do you feel guilty, Lando?"
His blue-gray eyes were pricked with tears that sunk into your heart like daggers. Lando, while many things, was not a crier. "I could just tell that you didn't believe me when I told you I was fine when we were in the medical center and the hospital. I mean, I knew that I would be fine, and it’s not like I was trying to lie to you, I just… I didn't want you to be worried, I know you get so anxious and I never ever want to make that worse."
"Lando, you're a racing driver. I'm always going to worry for you. I knew that when I signed up for this. And while I love that you try to be considerate of that, I never want you to hide how you're feeling because you don't want me to worry. I will always be more worried when I have to guess. Okay?"
He nodded and sighed. "Okay." You sat there in silence for a minute, just looking at each other, content not to waste energy on more words until he leaned into you, burying his face in your chest and squeezing you tightly in his arms. You felt your shirt growing warm and wet beneath his eyes and you felt your heart fall away like sugar dissolving under his tears.
"I'm so sorry that you were so scared, Lan," you whispered earnestly into his curls. "But you're safe. I've got you."
He looked up at you and brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you into a kiss. "I love you so much."
You smiled and kissed him again. "I love you too. Do you want to try to go back to sleep? We have to be up in like two hours."
He nodded, emotionally and physically exhausted, and let you climb off of his lap. You laid back on your side of the bed and your head barely hit the pillow before he curled into you, resting his head against your chest as your legs tangled together under the comforter. You gently caressed his damp face with a finger, moving from his bespeckled cheek to his brow bone to the slope of his beautiful nose. It was a surefire way to put him to sleep.
"You're making it hard for me to count," he mumbled.
"Hm?"
"Your heartbeat. I'm trying to count and you're putting me to sleep."
"Lando, that's kind of the point," you chuckled, happy to hear some of his snarkiness come back. "The sooner you sleep the sooner you can wake up and feel better. And if you have another dream, me and my heartbeat are gonna be right here with you, okay?"
He sighed deeply. "Okay," he hummed. "I'm still gonna count though."
in which daniel has a slight crush on f1’s most popular reporter…
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y/nusername: busy, busy week in sin city!🏎️🍾🎰♠️
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danielricciardo: ready for the race…let’s goooooo!!!🏎️🏎️
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y/nusername: good luck Danny boy ;)
danielricciardo: do I get a good luck kiss…?
y/nusername: no.
danielricciardo: how about a date ?
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user21: WHAT IS THIS??????!!!!!
dr3_fan: he’s so ufhtttttt😍🙇🏻♀️🤰🏼
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y/nusername: best weekend ever!!!🎰🍾 ps. no daniel has not stopped begging me to go on a date.
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danielricciardo: I don’t beg🥲🥲🥲
maxverstappen1: yes you do mate
landonorris: lies🤣🤣 worst flirting Iv ever seen
danielricciardo: alright lando norizz
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(A/n- hope your all doing okay…sorry I haven’t posted in ages :/ been super busy these last few months ,I’m a figure skater so Iv had more training sessions too so that’s not helped and honestly haven’t had much motivation! I hope your all doing okay tho ,take care of yourselves!!xx