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#f1 alphatauri
formola1 · 11 months
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livefastdriveyoung · 20 days
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Just a reminder that F1 is a business first.
They will fire drivers via email on their birthdays (as Mclaren did to Kevin Magnussen) because they are not driving well enough.
They will configure a car around the driver they have the longer contract with (as Red Bull does with Max and McLaren did with Lando when Daniel was there).
They will take a chassis away from the driver who didn't crash because a point means money and money means winning (as Williams did to Logan Sargeant).
They will fire a driver mid-way through their first season because of a failure to reach a goal in a brand new sport (as V-Carb did with Nyck).
These are all business moves. The right ones get you the big prize, aka the most amount of money.
They're not cute little happy families. These are organizations employing thousands of people to get 20 men into cars to drive as fast as they can. At the end of the day, their goal is to make their paycheck, and make the investors and shareholders happy.
The drivers are not the first priority.
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lewishamil10n · 10 months
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regardless of whether youre a nyck fan or a daniel fan, i think we can agree they both deserve better
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mxgicdave · 7 months
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it's almost lights out in suzuka, and i managed to finish my poster just in time! best of luck to yuki and alphatauri today! 🇯🇵🏎️🖤
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onboardsorasora · 9 months
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Helmut, Franz and Christian wishing Danny good luck.
Look how excited Christian is too!
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earlgreyflowers · 5 months
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hi love! your prompt list is great, i immediately thought of prompt 60. « look at me » with dr3, if you feel like it!
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You and Daniel had been together for a long time, you’d been by his side during the highs and lows at his previous teams, and now here you were as he raced for AlphaTauri. It was the second race of the triple header, Mexico, and after all the fun of COTA he was desperate to score some points. You held your breath for the whole race, fingers crossed behind your back as he crosses the line in P7. You can't help but smile when he comes into the garage, congratulated by everyone for the points for the team.
He comes to you, smile wide and arms outstretched. He engulfs you in a hug, pulling you up into the air whilst laughing. "Never thought I'd be this happy for P7 but I did it!" He laughs as he places you back onto the ground. "You did, I'm so proud of you, you drove so well!" You tell him, watching his eyes crinkle as his smile gets almost impossibly bigger. You can almost see the hunger in his eyes, the urge to celebrate as the corner of his lip quirks.
It only takes a few hours for you guys to get back to Daniel's hotel room, and it only takes a few seconds before he's leading you into the bedroom, barely giving you time to drop your bags by the door. He doesn't even look back to make sure you're following, dragging you behind him. "Get naked." He commands, an excited tone to his voice. "Now." He says when you don't immediately remove your clothing. You pull your Enchante t-shirt off, allowing it to fall to the floor along with your bra. Your cargos are next, joining the growing pile of clothes, topped now with your underwear.
"You're so gorgeous." Daniel says, turning you to face the mirror. He towers over you, shirt discarded in the corner, his large hands smoothing over your stomach. He presses soft kisses to your neck and trails them down your shoulder. "Gonna let me celebrate my best race of the season sweetheart?" He asks, smiling as you nod.
"Look at me."
Your eyes lift to his in the mirror as his hand slides down from your stomach, running over your thighs before stopping in the centre. Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingers but his other hand comes to hold your jaw. "Take your eyes off me and I stop." He whispers, slipping his hand to wrap around your neck. He feels the vibration of your whimper as his middle finger swirls around your entrance, collecting your arousal before dragging it over your clit. He can't help but admire your body, the way your knees bend and back arches slightly as he continues his movements. Your heavy breathing and soft whimpers fill the room, replaced by a loud moan as he slips his finger inside you.
"So wet honey, is it all for me?" He asks, watching as you fight to keep your eyes on him.
"All yours Danny, fuck please, I need more." You moan out desperately.
He heeds your request, slipping a second finger in easily. Both his digits begin curling against your walls, hitting that one spot that makes your stomach twist. You cry out his name, your hand coming to tangle in his hair as he bends to suck a purple mark into your neck. "You're so beautiful honey, and so wet. Can feel you clenching around me already." He groans into your skin. "Want you to cum around my fingers, please baby, for me." His mouth continues its exploration of your neck as you cum, his fingers drawing the orgasm from the depths of your body. If it wasn't for his hands you probably would've hit the ground as your knees buckled with its force. "So good for me." He groans, sucking his fingers clean.
"That's one." He mutters, picking you up before finally kissing you. You wrap your legs around his body as you taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. He lays you down on the bed, your hair fanning out underneath you. Daniel discards his trousers and underwear, before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you toward him. He slides his cock between your lips, bumping your clit with his tip.
"Please Dan, want to feel you." You beg, pushing your hips up into him. "Can't keep my girl waiting can I?" He questions, sliding his cock into you with a groan. He reaches deep inside, making you moan at the feeling of fullness. "Feel so good honey." He moans out, dragging his cock in and out at a slow pace.
He hooks your leg over his shoulder, pressing the other down by the thigh as he drives himself into you. Daniel can't help but groan at the way your stomach bulges with each push of his cock. "Look at you, taking my cock so well." He murmurs, turning his head to press kisses onto your raised leg. Your moans fill the room once more, making you feel sorry for Yuki next door to you both. "That's it baby, want you to cum again for me, what do you need?" He asks, his hand on your thigh beginning to slide toward your pubic bone.
"Touch me, please." You moan out, jaw dropping in pleasure as his thumb comes to rub your clit. Your walls clench around him, making him moan out. He consumes your thoughts, his name spilling out of your mouth. "There we go, cum around me baby that's it." He groans, feeling your walls tighten even further. He chases his own orgasm, continuing to push into your aching pussy. "Want me to fill you up?" He asks, "Want me to stuff you full honey?" You can only whine in response as he buries himself inside you, cock twitching as he finishes with a groan of your name. You faintly hear him whisper "Two," before he presses a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out.
"Can you take one more beautiful? For me?" He asks, placing feather light kisses across your cheeks. "I-I think so." You murmur, nodding your head. "Tell me if it's too much." Daniel requests, kissing his way across your body. His tongue swirls around your nipples, the slight burn of his moustache leaving behind red marks. Once he reaches your stomach his hands pry your shaking legs open, leaving enough space for him to slot in between.
He presses his lips to your sensitive clit, relishing in the whine you release at the feeling. Daniel's tongue licks a stripe through your folds, collecting the salty taste of the combination of your cum. He continues lapping up your juices, his nose bumping your clit with every movement. His fingers press against your entrance, pushing his cum back inside you. "Oh my god Daniel, so fucking good." You moan, placing a gentle hand on his head. His tongue continues its ministrations, his fingers curling in the process. Your back arches, legs shaking as you tell him you're close. His other hand comes to press on your stomach, the pressure causing your release to spray all over Daniel's face. He groans, pressing his face further into you as your thighs close around his head.
With one last kiss he removes his fingers, licking them clean once more.
"Let's get you in the bath honey." He whispers, running his hands through your hair as you cuddle into him.
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crimsonicarus · 1 month
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unknownaster · 5 months
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30-40min lighting study with danny ric
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adventuringblind · 3 months
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Nothing Like The Picture
Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Genre: Fluff, some spice towards the end
Summary: She's seen his pictures growing up, talked to him through letters, but the real thing is much better.
Warnings: ramblings about how good-looking Danny Ric is and an age gap of sizable amounts (I'm not sorry)
Notes: A request from @poster66 that I fell in love with.
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Growing up knowing you're going to be used as a pawn in a political game is certainly something that can drive even the sanest royals to madness. The thought of having your entire life planned out for you the moment you're born has to be exhausting.
It's not for her.
Maybe it's because it's all she's know from the second she was born. Or it's the stacks of letters that sit on her desk from before she could even read that make this whole thing feel endearing.
Daniel wrote to her before she was born. Mostly ramblings about what he'd been up to. It's like he's written her an autobiography, so they aren't strangers when it does come time for her to be married off to him.
The age-gap wasn't planned. Not when their parents entered into this agreement. Neither of them had been born when they'd been promised to each other.
So, Daniel wrote her letters and when she was old enough, she wrote back. He was elated to get her first letter. Enough to write back instantaneously despite not having done much since the last one.
They wrote about interests and activities. About how their studies were going and how much they disliked their tutors.
She'd sprint through the castle, almost falling down the steps in her rush to receive his letters. The growing feeling of butterflies in her stomach with each written word became all consuming.
Daniel's kind words of consolation, paragraphs of endearing affection and lines of encouragement when she fell into emotional turmoil. She'd go as far as to say he is her closest friend and confidant. She'd shared all her secrets with him. He'd shared some of his with her.
The canvas painting on the wall of Daniel and his family is her only clue as to what he looks like. Aside from his own personal description of himself. He has a 'charismatic smile and devilishly good looks.'
Daniel asks her often about what she wants in the future. He claims that she will be treated as his equal. It's only fair she gets to have her own interests and he'd like to make sure she has whatever she needs when she inevitably has to move.
He writes her often about horses and how much time he spends in the stables. Tucked up in his horse's pen writing her. He rides often, much to his parents' demise. Daniel promises to take her riding and show her all his favorite places to hide away.
She tells him about the hidden corner of the library where she hides herself to read and write. Nobody has yet to find the secret location. Sometimes she uses it to escape her mother's constant hovering and fathers' ridiculous wrath.
When the day comes for her to leave, she neatly tucks away every letter, so they remain safe during the journey. She sends one last message to Daniel expressing her enthusiasm for getting to see him in person.
It takes far too long to get there. She wonders in Daniel would've ridden his own horse. They'd certainly reach their destination faster that way.
After what feels like years of traveling, she's standing at the foot of the steps. Butterflies making it difficult to breathe. They rage around in her chest and stomach.
She gets sympathetic looks from her hand maiden. It's not that she's upset about being here. But the anxiety of finally seeing Daniel is messing up her thoughts.
She manages to coax herself into at least going up the stairs and inside out of the cold. Surely Daniel would not want an icicle for a wife.
She takes a moment to admire her new home, letting herself breathe and relax before she has to face the inevitable.
"Princess!" She whirls around on her feet and is indeed met with a large charismatic grin. He jogs up to her, the distance now standing between them oddly suffocating.
She gives up on restraining herself. It's only the two of them in the hall for the moment. Her arms wrap around his neck.
Just as she imagined, he smells utterly addictive. Strang arms hold her in place. He's too, which is an added bonus given how cold she is at the moment.
"You, are incredibly stunning." He smiles in her hair. It's a good thing he can't see her face because she can feel the heat of the blush. "I hope I meet your expectations and my descriptions did my physique justice."
"I've been staring at the same portrait for five years now. I can safely say that it didn't do you any justice."
"The painters always get my nose wrong!"
Daniel pulls away and cups her cheeks. For a moment, she thinks he might actually kiss her. Which - she won't lie - Is something she'd very much like to have happen. So much so, that she goes for it first.
Alas, Daniel foils her attempt. "Not here. I have plans for you later. We've been writing for years; you can be patient a little longer."
She whines at him, but when Daniel lays a kiss to her cheek and brushes his fingers against his skin, she knows she'll wait for him.
Thousands of years, if neccecary, if only to look at him in real life and not through a portrait.
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russellinatussle · 10 months
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Producer: Never have I ever been late for a team meeting
Pierre:
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Flashback to Tauri Talk where Yuki, Josh and Nyck were talking about how Yuki does not tolerate people being late 💀
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formola1 · 1 year
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theawesomedashing · 6 months
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I think Max is going to kill someone before Sunday....
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httpsserene · 6 months
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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥
𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟭𝟬: 𝘆𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗱𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗮𝗯-𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲
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📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your mental state is suffering–you’re not sure if you can handle alphatauri posting another thirst trap of your boyfriend to disguise their inability to build a car that doesn’t break within the first ten laps. but, when yuki posts his own half-naked picture on main? he’s asking for it, at this point. clearly, he’s been spending too much time with pierre. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. ab-riding. pierre gasly is his own warning. no penetrative sex. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: yuki tsunoda x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: drabble. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: best friend • saweetie ft. doja cat
𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: this is actually the dirtiest fic, in theory yk. yuki has my heart, and i'm single handedly going to fill tumblr with my posts about him, thank you, good night.
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you can’t stand his smug ass smirk. he knows damn well how you feel about his thirst traps. sure, alphatauri milks any chance of plastering yuki across their social media page to fail at distracting fans from the fact that their the slowest car on the grid, and that they can’t build a car that doesn’t fall apart like legos. but, yuki, posting practically-naked (he’s only shirtless, so really you’re mildly exaggerating) pictures on his main instagram page?? he’s not george-fucking-russell, so, why the hell would he do that?
there’s only two answers to this question, and they’re both correct. one, pierre gasly—the french bastard. you can’t leave them together unsupervised. and two, to make you mad. 9which you very much are, so, yuki achieved what he wanted. he’s especially thrilled, when you shove him down onto your bed, and straddle his lap, angrily tugging his shirt off. yuki grins up at you, satisfied at where a simple shirtless picture lead him to. he should listen to pierre more often, his ex-teammate might have good ideas, however rare they are. once his shirt is off, you freeze, breathing heavily as you drink in the sight of his torso. you lean forward and start sucking marks into his pecs, biting into the meat of his chest, and tracing the definition of his abs with your tongue. yuki’s moans rumble in his chest, and he lets his eyes flutter shut and basks under the thorough claim you’re leaving on his body. at least you’re kind enough to avoid placing any marks high enough to where they could be seen from the neck of a shirt—alphatauri will just have to post pre-filmed videos they have in the vault while your hickeys fade, they’ll survive.
you erratically jerk away again, and strip your bottoms off, shoving your underwear down and tossing them behind you. you tug your shirt up until it bunches under your armpits, and you drag the cups of your bra underneath your chest, causing them to spill over the top obscenely. roughly grabbing at your boyfriend’s hands, you direct them to grasp at your boobs, and command, “keep your abs flexed.” yuki makes a noise of confusion, but you don’t elaborate any further. you lower yourself to sit on his abdomen, and grind across him slowly, testing the waters. your head falls forward from the zing of pleasure that races up your spine, and you quickly start rabbiting your hips across the dips and ridges of his muscles. 
yuki is rendered speechless at your motions. he was expecting you to ride his dick, not his abs. he’s not going to complain about this, though. you’re rubbing yourself off on his torso—your moans are bitten off and rough, and your grinds are deep and forceful to make sure your clit catches on every sharp edge of his abdomen. it’s the dirtiest thing yuki’s ever seen you do, usually he’s the one being unhinged. he squeezes at your chest rhythmically, dropping his hands to your chest eventually to watch how your breasts bounce at every shift you make—he sighs contentedly, this is heaven. 
he brings one hand to reach around you and palm himself over his shorts, but is denied the chance to do so. you hiss at him meanly, and pull his hand back to your waist, eyes flashing at him in warning. yuki falters under the commanding glint of your gaze, maybe he pushed you too far this time. he adjusts his grip on your body and takes some of the load off you, and guides your hips against his body for you—he could feel your thighs begin to tremble in exhaustion and based on how deadest you’ve become on getting yourself off on his abs, he doesn’t want to feel any additional wrath when your release slips from your grasp. 
a squeal of relief rattles through your chest at how yuki does the hard work for you. he moves your body exactly how you crave, and you find it incredibly difficult to remember why you were mad in the first place. instead of your thighs shaking in tiredness—you’re thankfully not used to being the one putting all the work in, your boyfriend’s stamina is appreciated—they begin to quiver as you get closer to cumming. your own hand comes to tug at your nipples, looking for any last flare of pleasure to push you over the edge. the wetness you’ve spread across his abs has started to lessen the friction you feel against your cunt. yuki sees the frustration furrowing your brow, and shifts his right hand down over your navel so his thumb can rub at your clit. you gasp, throwing your head back at white-hot burst of contentment behind your eyes, and all it takes is a few more furious passes of yuki’s fingers on your cunt, as the coil snaps inside your core, and waves of bliss crash over you.
yuki slips his hand away, and guides you to ride out the aftershocks on his abs. he moans at the sight of pure satisfaction on your face, and how you’ve soaked his torso, reminding him what belongs to you, with no room for vagueness. you eventually slow your roll, and fall to the side off yuki. the two of you pant as you stare at the ceiling, allowing the rapid beats of your hearts to slow.
you tilt your head to face him, and smile dopily at the sight of yuki staring at his navel. you’ve drenched him with your release, and it glistens beautifully on his tanned skin. if you were truly unhinged, you’d take a picture with your hand rubbing your wetness across his skin, and post it for everyone to see. the contrasting shades of your skin under the light of golden hour would look perfect. it would probably cost your boyfriend’s career, so maybe that’s not an equal exchange. 
hummingly faintly, you stumble off 9ithe bed, legs still shaking as you walk towards the bathroom. “you can get yourself off. you’re not fucking me for a week—“ yuki makes an alarmed noise, sputtering in disbelief, struggling to find his words, “oh, don’t get mouthy with me. i could make it so you never fuck me again—i just gave you enough material to last you for that long.” you slam the bathroom door shut, and yuki’s mouth hangs open in shock. fuck, pierre. he’s never listening to his suggestions ever again.
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vividvexations · 2 years
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monza holy trinity, 21' 20' 19'.
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ladymarvel27 · 6 months
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Daniel: What’s up with Lando? He’s been lying on the floor for like….an hour now? Oscar: He’s just a little overwhelmed. Daniel: Why? Oscar: Carlos smiled at him.
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6ebe · 2 years
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The caption is hilarious bc literally all they said was “ça va”
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