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love me harder | m. verstappen

hypothesis - max is on the brink of losing you. however, after a fatal accident…

pairing - max verstappen x fem!driver!reader

[fic is inspired by “love me harder” by ariana grande ft. the weeknd

“baby, in the moment, you’ll know this is, something bigger than us and beyond bliss”

“could you just look at me?” you yelled as max just kept walking a few steps ahead of you.

“can’t. race is about to start.”

stepping into a quicker pace you place yourself in front of max and the garage door, “when was the last time you told me you loved me?”

your eyes searched his face, desperately trying to find a glimpse of the max that you knew, the max you fell in love with, the max you married. the hand you placed on his chest, you could feel the steady rhythmic thump of his heart.

“you really want to do this now?”

“yes! i never see you anymore!”

max scoffed, eyes rolling as he looked back down at his phone, “sorry that i’m busy.”

your hand fell back to your side, “i’m busy too max, yet i still try.”

he nodded his head, eyes not lifting from the rectangular square. you sighed, your hands landing on your hips. is this what you’ve become now?

“is our marriage still worth fighting for, max?”

he looked up. eyes piercing through yours. you cannot believe the words just left your mouth, but it felt relieving to finally utter the words that has been haunting you for weeks.

“i’m not doing this with you right now, y/n,” max steps around you, “good luck with your race.”

~~

it was a millisecond.

you missed the turn by a millisecond and hamilton came crashing into you, sending your right wing and two tires flying. the car skidding across the track and landed upside down.

the force of the impact shoved your head against the steering wheel, hard, bouncing back against the seat.

damage had been done. to you and your car.

to lewis’ as well.

unbeknownst to max, who was in the lead, adrenaline coursing though his veins at the thought of his fourth podium for the season.

he was thriving, the car succumbing to his every command. the engine roaring sending shivers throughout his whole body.

the grin on his face turned devilish. he’s so close.

“max,” christians voice in his ears broke his train of thought, but his eyes never once lost sight of the track in front of him.

“the car’s doing great, no need to worry. podium is secure,” max declared excitingly. he took the turn, groaning at the strain it took on his body.

“though, sainz is on my tail the whole fucking time.”

christian sighed, not at all what max had expected, but he couldn’t be bothered by his team principal’s pms at the moment.

“max, there was a crash.”

another turn, another groan.

sainz could be spotted in max’ peripheral vision. he pushed the car harder, engine roaring, sending max flying away from carlos.

“who crashed?” he asked as he fiddled with the buttons on the wheel, checking if everything is still steady. he has at least seven more laps to go.

“y/n.”

dead silent.

heavy thick as your name registered in his mind. the grin that has been on his face had been wiped down. his lips sticking to his teeth.

“max?” christian asked, waiting a few moments. there was no response from the dutch.

he felt as if his body went numb, limb for limb. his arms felt wonky - not like the grip he had on the wheel mere moments ago. his breathing became shallow, his lungs struggling to capture enough oxygen, his brain malfunctioning.

next thing he knew he was crashing into sandbags.

the impact knocking sense back into him. sand dust flying everywhere.

“max!” christian exclaimed, “are you injured?”

“how’s she? is she alive?” max frantically asked. you didn’t have a choice - you had to be alright. you couldn’t be hurt, max would loose his head if you where. who crashed into you? how hard was the impact?

max got out of the car, “christian, fucking answer me!”

the line was silent for a couple of moments, “she’s stable. unconscious, but stable. no further news yet. she has been rushed to the ER.”

cars blasted past him, deafening noise drumming his ears.

“i need to get to her.”

“max, the race -“

“fuck the race, that’s my fucking wife!”

~

the doors of the ER bursted open, a very sweaty, and breathless max stood there, his eyes frantically looking around for anyone who could assist him.

he still had his suit on, christian hot on his trail.

“y/n, i need to know where y/n verstappen is,” he asked, accent thick as he slapped his hands on the receptionist desk.

she looked up at him, “any relation?”

max scoffed, “my wife.”

her fingers made quick work on the keyboard, “your wife is in surgery.”

max’ shoulders slumped and christian took hold of it, shooting a quick thanks to the nurse and led him in another direction. he swiped his hands though his hair, pulling at it, feeling his frustration grow and bubble at the bottom of his throat.

he could scream.

max paced the hallway, up and down. maybe minutes - maybe hours. he didn’t know. all he did know was that he’s staying.

why didn’t he tell you he loved you. with every fibre of his being he loved you. he craved you, constantly. the thought of you was all that he needed to survive - but knowing that you were his wife, made him whole.

you were the person who stood by him whilst he was working through his troubles with his father. on the nights when fear surrounded him, the comforting hand of you, his wife, brought him peace. on the days when he was on his happiest, it was on the days he spent with you.

you made him. you showed him to be max verstappen.

his wife.

~~

news spread around the paddock, like a wild fire. sky sport tv airing out to fans and viewers to keep you in their prayers and thoughts.

some of your and max’ closest friends took off straight away to the hospital, supporting max even though he didn’t even acknowledge them.

they were still there.

an apology from lewis was sent out world wide, and he even made an appearance to max, but the dutch only glared at him, taking hold of his collar, making his friends jump and take hold of max.

“if she doesn’t make it out of here, you’ll regret ever setting foot on a paddock again. i’ll kill you.”

his voice was icy as he spat the words at lewis, baring his teeth. daniel stepped in between the two and pushed max back by his chest.

max’ eyes never left lewis’ retreating from.

~~

“verstappen, y/n.”

max was in front of the doctor in a second, his eyes pleading his for good news. the doctor smiled at him and gave him what he was searching for.

“she’s asleep, but she’s an extreme fighter. you’ve got no worries, mr verstappen.”

he swore he could cry.

the doctor told him the room you were in and max wasted no time rushing towards it.

he searched the numbers above the doors for room one-o-one. his number. a bit of pride bursting in his chest, fate really had put you two together.

max stepped into the room and his heart broke.

machines connected to your heart, the beeping sound being the only indication that you are in fact alive. various cuts and bruises formed along your face. a neck brace adorned. oxygen mask on your beautiful face.

max stifled a sob as he crashed into a seat near your bed, scooting closer and taking hold of your hand. his thumb drawing patterns on your knuckles.

even in your unconscious mind your body still knew that it was your max, the heart monitor speeding up slightly.

it caused him to chuckle, “mijn schatje, mijn alles, i am so sorry. this should’ve never happened to you.”

he squeezed your palm, pressing a tender kiss to the flesh, “fight, stay strong for me, yeah? so that i can love you right this time.”

~~

a gentle knock at the door roused max from his sleep. his hand was still tucked in yours.

max turned towards the door, lando stood there.

a soft smile on his face with a gym bag in his hand, “mate, i brought you some clothes - the suit can not be comfortable.”

he chuckled and motioned for his muppet friend to come in. lando placed the bag by the door and walked closer to stand next to max. he placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“how’s the missus?”

max looked at you, a lump the size of a bull frog lodged itself in his throat, “she’s good, doc said she’s a real fighter.”

“she is a verstappen, ey?” lando nudged max’ shoulder who just chuckled in response. he felt guilty, ashamed, contrast to who he was. he shouldn’t have had to treat his wife like shit. you just wanted to know he loves you.

“look, mate, don’t beat yourself up about what happend, see this as a new beginning.”

max nodded, “she just wanted me to say that i love her. shit, i should’ve just said it to her. the crash-“

“is not your fault, you couldn’t have possibly predicted an accident to happen.”

he shook his head and looked at the bag by the door, “i’m going to change, would you mind maybe staying here. i don’t want to leave her alone.”

“yeah, of course mate.”

~~

two weeks later

“don’t strain yourself so much, schat,” max’ voice was gentle as he looked at your from his seat on the couch. within mere moments he stood in front of you, large palms pressed to your hips to help you walk the last few remaining steps.

this last couple of weeks changed. your marriage changed. max changed.

he was waiting on you hand and foot, even though you have told him multiple times that certain things you can do on your own, he still insisted.

the one noticeable change for yourself and everyone surrounding you was the fact that max openly, whenever he got the chance told you he loved you.

whether it be when you’re making dinner, doing dishes, walking beside him on the paddock - he’d say he loves you with a kiss pressed to your temple. it was and still is absolute bliss.

your recovery went by fast, splendid as your doctor had put it. with time and patience, he said, you’d be back on the track in no time.

when your socked feet took the last step, max couldn’t help the face splitting grin that adorned his face.

“look at you go, speedy,” he smiled as he took hold of your head and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you overtook him when you first met.

speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you stole his heart.

speedy. the nickname max had used in his vows the moment you took his last name.

max made sure that you didn’t strain yourself too much in the recovery process, he treated you like you were his fine china, bubble wrapping your heart and by God, swearing that he’d never let his actions and words ever hurt you again.

he poured so much love into you. you practically glowed in comparison to when the argument had occurred.

his love.

his wife.

max made sure you knew how much he adored you, loved you, craved you.

“ik hou van je, mijn schat.”

and you knew he did.

fin.

tell me you love me | l. norris

hypothesis - on days like these, where everything just seems to go wrong, the uttered words from your boyfriend is the only cure.

pairing - lando norris x fem!driver!reader

[fic is inspired by “tell me you love me” by demi lovato]

“i need someone on days like this, i do”

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” you groan as your car’s engine died, right at the turn of the finish line. right at the turn of qualifying for the miami grand prix.

“come on, come on,” practically begging the car, trying to see if you could just get it back to life, to salvage the last bit of your pride that’s hanging on by a damn thin thread.

slamming your hands on the wheel, “son of a bitch!”

“lost power,” you sigh into your ear piece, defeated. laying your head on your hands that rested in the steering wheel.

this is really just what you needed.

another layer of cake on your already shitty day.

first the argument you had with lando this morning, really, about something so imbecile silly that you can actually laugh about it right now. running late, missing your shoe, bumping your hip on the counter - sure to leave a nasty bruise and lando not wanting to get out of the bed.

silly, right?

and now this.

“what happened?” zac questioned, concerned. the car was perfectly fine yesterday, practically soaring all over the track. you were sure that you’d start first pole by how the car roared.

“you fucking tell me,” you didn’t mean to be so harsh. zac’ question just scratched that itchy irritable spot that has been bothering you, all day.

zac sighed, not commenting on your response, sensing how it’ll make the situation worse.

knowing that if he said anything about your starting pole, which you already definitely knew, you’d blow your head.

smart man.

“sending tow, stay there.”

like you’d be going any fucking where.

~~

a coffee. that’s what you needed. a strong one at that.

with your suit arms tied around your hips you walk the way of the holy grail, not really observing your surroundings and stumbling straight into the blistering coffee cup of one of mclaren’s mechanics.

the liquid seeping through your shirt, burning your skin. his cup falling to the ground and shattering in hundreds of little pieces.

“y/n,” the mechanic was quick to react, grabbing napkins that rested on the edge of the table, dabbing at the material, pressing into your now third degree burn.

why didn’t you pay attention? why where you so wrapped up in your head?

why?

“just leave it,” hissing, you swatted the napkin from his hand, you take the route back to your room. the ceramic pieces crunching under your shoes.

with a hand pressed to your head, you can already feel the lump forming in your throat, eyes burning as tears well up behind your eyes. you bite your lip, you won’t succumb to today, you won’t show your white flag just yet.

you won’t acknowledge the pitying looks from everyone on your team.

you won’t acknowledge the murmurs on the paddock of mclaren’s worst starting pole.

you won’t acknowledge the desire you feel to be wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.

you just won’t.

another, beautiful layer of cake stacked.

~~

“really?” you whine as you pat your pockets, looking for the keycard that’s used to unlock the door, but it comes out empty.

damn zac for changing the locks. damn the security protocol.

you left, or more like forgot, it at home. on the counter, where you usually leave it. your shoulders sag and with your back turned to the door you glide down it. arms wrapped around your knees and head rested on it.

here it comes, the wall to the well finally comes crashing down and the first tear rolls down your cheek landing on the coffee stain.

you finally hoist your white flag, today won.

a pretty red cherry on top of your stacked cake. a delicious topping.

“there you are,” a muppet voice says, breaking you from the train of thoughts that’s currently speeding down the tracks in your mind.

you look up, and lando is peeping around the corner of the wall.

on every other day you would’ve laughed at the sight.

your lip trembles and a new wave of tears wells up behind your eyes. lando makes quick work to scramble towards you, crouching down in front of you.

“hey, hey, no, none of that,” he’s gentle. he brought his hands up to your face, wiping the stray tears that ran down your face. you lean into his touch, and finally, something that feels right for today.

“turn that frown upside down,” he says in a sing song voice, a smile creeping onto his lips. the gaps in his teeth more than welcoming.

you bite on your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth slightly lifting.

but lando takes that as a success nonetheless.

“there she is, my beautiful girl.”

a sob like snort leaves your mouth and lando can’t keep that muppet laugh of his in any longer.

hair that fell around your face, he pushed it behind your ears, “rumour has it that someone is having one hell of a day.”

you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, “really? who is it? max?”

“ah, sarcasm, it’s welcoming,” lando jokes.

rolling your eyes you look at his, wispy lashes, a light shade of red tint on the apples of his cheeks, “just tell me you love me, norris.”

“i love you.”

he leans closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you,” a kiss to your brow.

“i love you,” a kiss to your cheek.

“i love you,” a kiss on your nose.

“i love you,” a final kiss to your lips.

“i love you.”

fin.

down bad | d. ricciardo

hypothesis - daniel is not ready nor is he willing to leave this thing behind.

pairing - daniel ricciardo x fem!baker!reader

[fic is inspired by “down bad” by taylor swift]

“fuck it if i can’t have us, i might just not get up, i might stay down bad”

“y/n,” your name slipped past his lips in a devastated sigh, eyes big as he stared at you. brown orbs drowning in a pool of tears.

a big, red suitcase sat on your bed, clothes haphazardly thrown around and you, sitting there on the foot end of the bed, messy hair surrounding your face and one of your favourite tops scrunched up in your hands.

daniel’s feet is glued to the hardwood floor by the door, his mind swimming, “wh—what are you doing?”

he looks around the room, your belongings, their familiar spots now empty. a sob escapes your mouth and you crumble from the edge of the bed down to the floor, ankles crossing and knees bucking up.

“i can’t do this anymore, daniel.”

his feet moves him to crouch in front of you, “baby, what are you talking about?”

you look up at him, “this,” you gesture around you with your hand, “the spotlight, the constant hate, the amount of time you leave.”

“let’s talk about it, yeah?” daniel asked, his voice hoarse. he’s swallowing at the lump in his throat, as he moves to sit down.

chuckling, you throw the top to the side, “what’s there to talk about? i’m a baker, i bake cakes, in a small town. and you,” you sniff and wipe your nose with the back side of your hand, “you travel the world, you race, everyone knows about you.”

he nods, “baby, i still don’t see the problem here.”

“i’m out of your league, i’m so far out of your league. i don’t fit into this lifestyle, i can’t flaunt money anywhere i go.”

daniel takes hold of your hands, “where’s all of this coming from, honey?”

you look up at him, and reach your arm back on the bed where you have thrown your phone after spending hours reading what his fans had written about you.

his fans, the people that would run to the end of this world to support him, that go to his every race to shout his name as he passes the finish line, the people he confided in the most when he started dating you.

“i can talk to them, disable our comments on our posts, hell, baby, i’ll even delete all social media,” daniel says, his eyes not leaving the phone. his eyes reading every comment twice and his heart swelling and breaking.

switching off the phone, you stand up and grap the top you had thrown to the side, “don’t bother, it’ll either way just get worse.”

daniel shoots to his feet, grabbing the things you had haphazardly throw into the suitcase and putting it on the bed.

he’s not going to loose you. he won’t.

“y/n, please don’t do this, it’s almost winter break, we can go somewhere private, just us. we can work this out, we will get past this,” daniel is practically begging, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he keeps on swallowing on the lump.

your shoulders sag, “daniel, stop,” you place the jeans in your suitcase and walk up to him to take his hands in yours, “find someone else, someone who fits into this life, who will walk it with you every step of the way. there are so many women out there who’ll be better and much more supportive than i am, and someone who can handle a bunch of teenage girls’ comments.”

daniel shakes his head wildly and grips your hands tighter, “no, no, fuck all else if i cannot do this with you. i don’t need someone else, God, i only want you. i am my best when i am with you, y/n, forget those fucking comments. remember what i said in the beginning of this relationship?” daniel’s hands moved up to cup your face, wiping at the wetness under your eyes, nodding his head,

“it’s us, baby, it’s us against all else,” his voice breaks as he said it. he bites his lips, the tears he was forcing away finally slips down his cheeks.

“i will fight, y/n, i will fight for us. i will fight for you. i will fight anyone who is against us, because, baby, i will not survive this night if you walk out those doors,” he moves to tuck those little hairs around your face behind your ears.

you nod your head as best as you can with daniel’s large calloused palms holding it. falling into him, resting your head on his chest and securely wrapping your arms around him, you believe him.

because, against all odds, you weren’t ready to leave, to leave everything you’ve accomplished together.

you weren’t ready to loose daniel. to loose his jokes, his comfort that comes with his presence, his laugh that made everyone in the room giggle, his hands that easily engulfed yours, his shoulder when you needed someone to lean on. you weren’t ready to loose that.

his chest heaved with a sigh of relief as he rested his chin on the crown of your head and wrapping his arms around your shoulders tightly.

“it’s us against it all, yeah?”

with your face smushed into his chest, a mumbled agreement sealed with a kiss to your forehead is all both you and daniel needed to know that none of you were going anywhere anytime soon.

fin.

Book worm, DR3

Author’s note: Hello there! This isn’t my first smut I’ve written but it is my first Danny ric smut, i had the idea yesterday and special thanks to my bestie Jackie who convinced me to make this about Dan! I hope you enjoy!

Rating: nsfw, +18

Warning: smut, oral (f receiving), praise kink, idk etc

Synopsis: the reader and Daniel are friends with benefits, and Daniel is feeling needy lol

Word count: 2310

It was a nice sunny day in Monaco, Monte Carlo, Daniel was quietly enjoying his summer break between the season, making his skin more tanned under the sun. Except, the one person he needed the attention of, had dedicated her entire focus to the book.

She was lying on the sofa under the open window, sun shining on her figure in her summer dress, her legs lifted causing the dress to show a little bit of skin but made sure to have the private parts hidden.

Jane Eyre had her hooked, she couldn’t take her eyes off it before she finishes it.

“Are you still reading?” Daniel faked a whine, he was just back from lunch with Max and Charles and all he needed was just a very small amount of attention.

“Yes Daniel I am” she replied without looking at him, he felt offended that she preferred pages full of hard words and fiction to him, who was present and ready.

“Do you by any chance, have plans to stop reading anytime soon?” He shoot her one of those billion dollar smile, her eyes finally left the book page and she glanced at Daniel, it was impossible to look at him and not smile back, a small smile made its way to her lips, Daniel’s chest fluttered at her sight and smile and his heart skips a beat, just like her.

“No I don’t, I need to finish this one”

“Since when did you read a book?”

“Since we started fucking and you made me move here while you go around the world to get yourself killed while driving”

Daniel narrowed his eyes and replied “touché, but now I’m here you don’t need books to keep you entertained”

She said it all in one breath without missing a beat, she was well aware of the dangers of his job and it always bothers her to think anytime he was on the track something absolutely horrible can happen to him.

Daniel stood up and sat by her foot on the sofa, slightly leaning in to read the name of the book “Jane Eyre, at least tell me the book is worth it”

He probably sounded desperate, but he didn’t care enough to hide it.

“It Is, it’s so nice” short answer, sufficient.

Daniel was growing really impatient.

He let his hand rest on the soft skin of her calf, she tried not to be reactive to his big hands and slender fingers dancing on her calf and lightly kneading the muscles.

“Read for me” Daniel sat back, his hand still on her calf, he started to apply more pressure on it.

She coughed to soften her voice and to shift her focus from his pretty hand on her leg to the words. And then she started: “What, me!' I ejaculated: beginning in his earnestness-and especially in his incivility-to credit his sincerity: 'me who have not a friend in the world but you-if you are my friend: not a shilling but what you have given me?”

She glanced at him over the book, his honey-brown eyes peering deep into her, strands of long curls had fallen on his forehead and if she could, she would reach to push them up.

“Continue, sugar” the nickname he called her was new and it woke up something deep inside her stomach. She felt chills all over her skin and she shivered, blush creeping on her cheeks.

Daniel didn’t miss any of it, he felt the chills on his skin as well and felt proud he made her react like that by just a name.

Her tongue wetted her lips and she went on: “"You, Jane. I must have you for my own-entirely my own. Will you be mine? Say yes, quickly.” The paragraph took both of them by surprise, she didn’t know if she meant it as just a book or if it was the words she was too scared to say.

Daniel had mixed feelings, a small part of him wanted her to at least mean the words but deeper than that he knew it was a pure coincidence that she was reading this.

He let his hand move to her knee, she couldn’t help but to curl her toes at this contact, his eyes quickly moved to her toes and he immediately knew she liked it.

This time she gulped louder, Daniel was playing with her, she knew it, she also knew it was only a matter of time before she loses and give up but for now, she decided to keep it up.

“"Mr. Rochester, let me look at your face: turn to the moonlight” on the opposite, Daniel subconsciously turned his head in the direction of the sunlight, the light made his eyes look even more beautiful which took her breath away. She felt herself drowning in those eyes.

“Hello? Someone there?”

She snapped out of it “yes, yes. Do you still want me to read?”

“Yes dear, please”

She squirmed a little in her position to adjust better which caused her dress to roll down her waist, any attempt to try and hide the sight was useless, her hand reached to and grabbed the hem of the skirt, but Daniel was faster, he took her hand in his and looked at her as if saying don’t you dare she shook her head and her hand went back to hold the book.

She went back to read the book: “His face was very much agitated and very much flushed, and Where were strong workings in the features, and strange gleams in the eyes. you torture me!“ oh Daniel you torture me she changed the sentence in her mind. This time Daniel took the word personally, he felt more daring and moved his hand all the way up to the inside of her thigh. Her eyes immediately shoot back to him from the book and he felt deep satisfaction by the way she looked at him. His fingers traveled up and down on her skin, dangerously close to her white underwear.

Daniel was gone as soon as his eyes caught the sight of white underwear that adorned her body, wanting nothing more just to take it off her and get on with it. His fingers traveled further and landed on her underwear, she could already feel herself getting wetter.

“Don’t stop reading” was the last thing he said before his fingers starts rubbing her through her underwear. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling, realizing how much she needed something like this from him. Her mouth opened and she let out a delicious sound.

But Daniel suddenly stopped “didn’t I tell you not to stop?”

She shook her head and picked up the book: “With that searching and yet faithful and generous look, you-“ her voice caught off by him pushing her panty to the side, his point finger flat on her pussy, she felt the coldness of his ring and shivered once again, this time a low moan left her mouth.

Daniel continued to caress her pussy lips as slow as he could “why’d you stop there, sugar, you what? I’m waiting”

There it was, that nickname, when she heard it, she felt a wave hitting her and she knew she got worse.

She lazily opened her eyes, searching for words, at the moment she opened her mouth to read, she felt the tip of his finger teasing her “you-you torture me”

They both knew she meant this one, in that moment she wanted him to get on with it, to bury his head between her thighs and make up for the time he wasn’t there to do it so she had to imagine it.

Both his hands went around her waist, slowly sliding down her soaked underwear and soon it landed on the floor. Next, he took off his shirt, at this point, she was practically dripping. He kneeled on the floor, his hands grabbing her legs and pulling her closer, he let his hands wonder on her thighs, his fingers lightly tapping on her skin. His hand pushed away her dress to reveal her belly, he left a trail of kisses, his hand supporting her tiny waist as he left marks on her, he couldn’t help but linger more where he could feel her rapid heartbeat.

He threw her legs over his shoulder, his hands held onto her firmly and she was locked. Without any words, he went for it, his lips sucked the skin and didn’t let go until he was sure it will leave a mark. She arched her back in hope of more contact.

Daniel looked her over, and his eyes fixed on her wet folds. She still had the book in her hands, she hid her face in the book hoping it would surpass her moans.

“You’re so damn gorgeous, like this, dripping for me and only me, my good girl” he touched her praise kink, and watched as she got wetter by his every word, her eyes fluttered shut as her brain started to take his words in, a blush appeared on her cheeks, his last sentence stuck in her brain his good girl. At that moment she was all his.

“Danny, please, I beg you” she was desperate, desperate for a touch, for something.

He leaned in and left wet kisses on her thighs “can’t keep you waiting for so long, my sweet” and he dived in, his lips locked on her and his tongue relentlessly coaxing more out of her, he could hear her swearing under her shallow breathes and pressed the book to her face, her sweet moans muffled by the book pages. Daniel stopped his action just to see what he has done so far, the sight seemed flawless, she was there, spread out for him, being so messy and soaked, he leaned in and left a kiss on her, this action was too expected that it caused her to throw the book on the floor and release a deep moan that anyone could hear from the window, but he didn’t care, he wanted everyone to hear how she moans his name. Her hands were aimlessly thrown around as she was enjoying the way his mouth was sucking everything out of her.

“I-it feels- so damn good…oh god Daniel” she lost it the moment he sucked in her pussy lips, his tongue sucking it between his perfect lips. Her hands made their way to his curls and she absentmindedly pulled his hair, causing him to moan on her, the vibration felt too good when he hummed that she felt like she could cry, her mind empty and all she could think of was the one who had all his focus on making her cum.

She whined when he pulled away to look at her, eyes closed, lips slowly parted ready to let out moans and scream his name anytime he demanded. He brought his fingers and slid in with no trouble.

She was in awe when she glanced at him and saw her juice all over his chin, next thing she felt was his fingers sliding in, and he started pumping in and out, each time demanding more from her which she gave away gladly.

“Look at you, what a good girl, you like it this way?”

A loud moan fell off her lips “do-don’t stop, holy fuck this feels so good”

Next, his mouth joined his fingers, his tongue expertly found her clit and started to flick it, the act brought tears to her eyes, the way he curled his fingers and his tongue joined it drove her crazy.

His mouth left her enough to speak “you taste like a lollipop”

She looked at the sight in front of her, Daniel dedicating himself to make her feel this way was something she would never have gotten used to, she could live in that moment forever but more importantly, it wasn’t enough, she needed more.

“Faster…p-please” her voice did it for him, it sounded so needy and he knew he would do anything she ask. He didn’t hesitate to increase the speed of his fingers.

She whined and wriggled under him but he kept her down, continued to relentlessly lick her.

“Are you close?” He didn’t give her time to answer and went back to giving her kitten licks, slow and short licks to drive her over the edge.

“So damn c-close, please”

A few more times and she felt the pit of her stomach tighten, she came screaming his name like a prayer, tears falling due to the intensity.

Daniel didn’t let go until he drank her juice till the very last drop like champagne on the podium. He pumped his fingers in and out, causing her to whine before pulling out, he still could feel the way she was responding to his touch, he leaned in and nuzzled his chin, feeling obsessed with her juice “that’s a good girl there, you took me so well” he put his palm flat on her stomach, smoothing the skin and trying to calm her shaking figure.

She took a deep breath and tried to brush the praise off, but the words has their effects and Daniel didn’t miss the way she was starting to get wet again despite just making her cum now.

He touched his bearded chin, gathering her juice on tip of his finger, their eyes met and she couldn’t look away because how could she, Daniel’s tongue met his finger and he licked it off, humming and making noises “hmm, pretty delicious, I can go for it again”

She was sure she could see him doing this every day of her life.

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, be the man you claim you are and finish what you have started”

Daniel had never unbuckled his belt this fast.

1:58 am - lando norris 

Lando norris x fem!reader Summary: 1:58 am the time he walked out of your life or 1:58 am the time he walked back into your life Warnings: hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. max is max fewtrell, italics are flashbacks a/n: put my playlist on shuffle and started writing! Hope you like it send me requests if you want an idea to be written! 

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1:58 am the exact time he walked out of your shared apartment leaving you alone, tears cascading down your face as you wondered why he went away. 

Your knees gave out as you sank to the couch, tears blurring your eyes as you opened your phone, your heart clenching as you looked at the photo of lando that lit up the dim room. Immediately you opened your email drafting  a letter of resignation to send to all the quadrant members. 

Placing your phone down, you began to walk around the apartment, memories flooding your mind 

The rain hit the windows harshly causing you and Lando to look at eachother “we're gonna get soaked” he laughed. You'd gone out for dinner and decided it was a good idea to walk to to the restaurant completely forgetting how brutal the UK weather can be 

“I guess we'll have to run home. You wanna race me lan?”

“You don't stand a chance” he smirked at you as he took your hand and led you to the door. 

He was right, you couldn't win,completely drenched hair dripping you finally caught up to him trying to catch your breath ”you could've let me win arsehole” 

“Where's the fun in that baby” he took your hand, and as if on queue music started playing from the car parked on the side “let's dance” 

You're not much for dancing but for him you did. And so you danced in the rain, laughing like a bunch of idiots. Lando pulled you in for a sweet kiss which you gladly reciprocated, until you jumped the honk of a car breaking you apart.

“Do you want to come home or are you just gonna keep standing in the rain all night?” max called 

“Oi you muppet you played the song didn't you? You should’ve shouted us before” 

“Believe it or not i actually like you two together so i gave you a cute moment don't worry i got pictures and videos so i expect a thank you”

“Thank you max” you giggled at his antics and pulled lando to the car 

You placed the frame face down not wanting to remember anymore, the hole in your heart only growing as you continued to roam through the dark halls, leading to your bedroom. Checking your phone one more time pleading for a message a call anything to tell you that he was okay and that he was coming home 

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Nov 20th was the date. 2 weeks. 14 days. Complete radio silence. Your resignation had not gone down well. Max showing up to your place pleading with you to come back saying Lando was an idiot for what he did and how you shouldn't throw 3 years of hard work at quadrant because Lando was being a dipshit. Ria and the boys spammed you with messages.you told them you’d finish all the videos scheduled this year but after that you were done. You couldn't work with him anymore. 

How could you go back? 9 years of friendship and a 4 year relationship down the drain like it meant nothing. you’ve been there since the beginning. You held him while he cried and celebrated with him after a good race. But most importantly you loved him. You thought he loved you too. 

Dread consumed you as ria dropped off your abu dhabi paddock passes reminding you that quadrant scheduled a video filming the last race of the year from the mclaren garage. You had no choice but to go. It was work after all. So you packed your bags (full of Lando's hoodies that still smell like him) , got on the plane and checked into your room on wednesday night.Declining offers to go out because you knew he'd be there and you weren't ready to face him yet. 

Saturday rolled around (too quickly) and you were getting ready to go to the paddock to watch quali. The Mclarens had been looking unbelievable this weekend, the progress they've made throughout the year clearly showing with both of the drivers being at the top in both fp1 and fp2. Your mind wandered to the possibility of Lando winning a race. Your heart clenched. A knock on your door brought you back to reality. “Are you almost ready, love quali is starting in 30 minutes? The cars waiting in the lobby ” ria spoke through the door. You grabbed what you needed and headed out. 

As predicted, Oscar finished fp3 in p1 with Lando just behind. Your heart rate was skyrocketing as you walked closer to the McLaren garage.Max knew how hard this was for you so he pulled you aside “i've known you for 9 years. I know when you're not okay. I know this is hard but this is the last time you'll be with us. Forget lando. I mean quadrant. Aarav, steve, ethan ,niran, ria, me the people you've spent the last few years with building this brand so enjoy yourself. I may be Lando's best friend but you know you'll always have me.” 

Tears pooled in your eyes as you hugged him pouring everything into it not being able to answer him verbally. You wiped your tears and continued to walk to the garage with Max next to you. 

Luckily Lando was already in the car when you got there so you settled into the familiar garage missing the feeling of watching live from the garages. Quali  went past in a blur and now all you could focus on was Lando's car going round the track setting purple sectors all around. Screams erupted as he crossed the finish line and secured pole position. Hugging all your friends and fully embracing the moment.

Lando soon made it back into the garage and Max gave you the heads up so you could go back to the hotel. You knew you'd have to face him tomorrow but maybe tomorrow you would be ready. You settled into bed and hoped you would be okay and drifted off to sleep. 

Loud knocking woke you up. Looking around for your phone you checked the time. 1:58 am. Walking up to the door thinking it was just ria you pulled on a hoodie and opened the door.You wrong. Lando stood on the opposite end of the door. Bags under his eyes and his cheeks more hollow than you remembered  he just stood there defeated. Until he finally broke the silence that consumed all the air around you

“Can I come in?” 

THE ANNOUNCEMENT

pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC

faceclaim: Jennie Kim

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hater1 I give her 1 week until she starts sleeping with one of the other drivers

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pairing: Lando Norris x Actress Reader

faceclaim: Emily Rudd

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user5 If they ever break up then love isn’t real

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ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ :: Finally feeling familiar with the heartbreak and love songs she has composed, the world's golden girl discovers that love is trickier than it looks—even more so when it comes in the form of a green-eyed Monégasque.

ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ : ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏɪᴅ :: The fact that you have to work as a Formula One driver's assistant for your final college grade is not the worst of your problems; the true issue is that no one told you that you would become a emotional support human for him.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ :: Monaco is the jewel in the crown, a world of expensive cars, casinos, and sheer luxury that conceals the true reason for its name; who imagined that a night of joy would finish with blood on your hands.

# ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ꜱᴀɪɴᴢ :: cs⁵⁵

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ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ : ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ :: Who would have thought that a mistake on your application could cost you your dream job? And that in the end you would end up as an assistant to a one time world champion struggling to control his anger issues.

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ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ :: After discovering that he is in love with his best friend, Lando is determined and will do everything he can to prove to her that he is the right man for her. [ coming soon ]

ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ : ʟᴜꜱᴛ :: After graduating from college, you land a job assisting a Formula One driver, but nobody told you that this particular driver would be an absolute nightmare and that your job would basically consist of babysitting him.

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ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ : ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ :: Being hired as his assistant to help him during his second year in Formula One, you discover that the reason he has trouble expressing what he wants is not that he lacks the ability to do so, but that he is too prideful to do so.

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ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏ :: the disease series! all drivers have one, and the reader is always an assistant!

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Disease : paranoid ✦ cl16

summary: The fact that you have to work as a Formula One driver's assistant for your final college grade is not the worst of your problems; the true issue is that no one told you that you would become a emotional support human for him.

pairing: charles leclerc x assistant!reader

tags: protective charles? tooth rooting fluff + angst, mention of insecurities, simp!charles, slow burn, charles has a lot on his shoulders + a bit paranoid.

# part one : would you?

# part two: [ October 10 ]

# part three :

# part four :

# part five :

# part six :

# part seven :

The art of blood ✸ cl16

summary: Monaco is the jewel in the crown, a world of expensive cars, casinos, and sheer luxury that conceals the true reason for its name; who imagined that a night of joy would finish with blood on your hands.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

tags: violence, fluffy + angst, charles is crazy (a little) mafia au! protective + possessive charles = simp, bad thoughts, blood and mentions of killing, multiple mafia families (drivers)

# part one : [ soon ]

# part two :

# part three :

# part four :

# part five :

# part six :

Disease : paranoid ✦ cl16

summary: The fact that you have to work as a Formula One driver's assistant for your final college grade is not the worst of your problems; the true issue is that no one told you that you would become a emotional support human for him.

pairing: charles leclerc x assistant!reader

tags: fluff + angst?, caring charles (tiny bit) + comfort, bad thoughts.

# part one - next part [ series masterlist ]

Everything feels unreal. You're watching the mechanics work in the garage, and the only thing you can think is: has red always been such a pretty color?

It was the first race of the season, and you didn't have much to do yet, they told you that you just needed to make sure that Charles did everything that they asked him to do, and that was easy, thanks to him.

“Have you seen my notebook?" Charles asks as he looks around to see if he can catch a glimpse of the tiny notebook somewhere, you let out a chuckle, grab your purse from the floor and give him what he needs. 

“How is it that you always have everything I need?” he took the notebook from your hands and opened it “I try my best” he gave you a knowing look.

Charles still remembers the first time he saw you at the Ferrari headquarters in Maranello, you had just signed your contract with them and he had just been told that he had a new assistant. 

You were quite awkward and a bit clumsy when he first struck up a conversation with you. He learned that this was your first job, and he made a mental note to make you feel welcome, and also he didn't want you to leave him like the others. 

He tried his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible before the season started, he was patient and generally nice, which was what you really needed at that moment. 

When you made your first mistake and didn't tell Charles that he was supposed to be in a meeting, he took the blame and told Fred that it was his fault. 

You thought he would be angry, but he just said "It's okay, everyone makes mistakes" and in that moment you thank the angels for making him such a nice person. 

"Thank you, Mr. Leclerc" 

"None of that, we are a team you and I, if you ever need help just come to me." 

That was a month ago when you were still new and walking on eggshells trying not to make any mistakes, luckily you got better after all your final grade depended on it. 

"Have you eaten today?" Charles asks, handing his notebook back to you, just needed to check something he thought he should comment on the car in the next meeting they will have. 

"I haven't, but I was about to do so," you told him as you walked out of the garage with him beside you, trying your best not to look at him to see his face, which probably had a disappointed look on it. 

"I thought you said you already ate." 

"I did." 

"What did you have?" 

"Coffee," you mumble softly as you enter the Ferrari hospitality, "that's not food y/n," he scolds you again, you already lose count of how many times he does this.

Charles grabs a plate and starts to put different kinds of fruit on it, "you already ate," he nods, "This is for you," you try to grab the plate out of his hands, but he stretches his arm as high as he can to make sure you don't have a chance to grab it. 

"It's my food, let me grab what I want," he ignores you, grabs your wrist, and walks over to one of the tables. 

He pulls out a chair for you and you sit down, he puts the plate in front of you and sits across from you, motioning for you to start eating, which you do, but not before giving him the meanest look you can.

You take out your phone and play a YouTube video while you eat, it is a bad habit and Charles has told you several times but he still watches with you. 

When you put the phone at the right angle so that you and Charles can see the video without any problems, you notice that he is not watching.

“Mr. Leclerc" you called him but he didn't answer, you sighed softly, you know he heard you. 

"Charlie?" 

"Yes?"

"You have to stop doing that," he tilted his head as if he didn't know what you were saying, "I shouldn't call you that," "Why not?" "Because you're my boss.”

"There's nothing wrong with calling me that, besides it makes me feel old when you call me Mr. Leclerc."

"You are old" 

"I'm twenty-six." 

The look you gave him was enough to make a dramatic gasp come out of his mouth, you were already used to his tactics so you didn't apologize for calling him old. 

When the alarm on your phone went off, you grabbed it and stopped it before it could keep ringing, "Time to go, you have a meeting," you said as you handed him his notebook that he needed for to take notes. 

He gave you a quick thanks, but you grabbed him and raised your hand, he gave you a pout, but you shook your head at that, he took his phone out of his pocket and placed it in your hand, "it was worth the try," he muttered to himself. 

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While you were waiting for Charles' meeting to end, you took out your laptop and started to finish the assignment you were supposed to send for this month. 

You were quite happy when your professor told you that all you had to do was to send in a report on what you had done, the experience you had gained, and what you had become better at, for your monthly assignment. 

It was a pretty easy assignment since you were traveling around the world and learning things that you didn't even know existed, and since this was your first job, it was easier for you because you were learning a lot of new things. 

“Y/n?" You took your eyes off the computer and looked at the person calling your name, you tilted your head as if to ask if they needed anything but they shook their head and motioned with their hand towards the hospitality door. 

You quickly grab your things and walk to the door to greet your friend, "Did you see what Professor Brown posted in the announcements?" You shake your head and ask, "Is it something important?" "Depends, he wants us to take pictures of what we have been doing lately." 

It didn't sound too bad, if the assignments continued to be like this, you were pretty sure you'd get an easy A. 

"Did you do it?" You ask her, "I did," she nods, "but I came here to tell you because I know sometimes you don't check the announcements," you give her an embarrassed smile, "I'm not that bad," you mutter softly, and she gives you a look, which you shrug off. 

"Well, I'm going back, I'm pretty sure Lando is already out of control again, see you, take care," she gave you a quick hug before walking quickly towards the McLaren hospitality. 

You watched her go and sighed, taking your phone out of your pocket, ready to take some pictures to send with the assignment, "Hey, have you seen Andrea?" You jump a little at the voice next to you, "Don't do that, and yes he’s in your driver's room, are you okay? You've been acting weird since yesterday" you ask him with concern evident in your voice, but he quickly shrugs it off and tells you that he is fine. 

You make a mental note to ask him later. "I'm going to exercise, go to my driver's room if you need anything, okay?" You nod, take his phone out of your purse and hand it to him. 

He quickly says goodbye and walks away before you can say anything else to him, you have noticed that Charles has been acting strange since you arrived in Bahrain. 

You have been meaning to ask him about it, but every time you get the chance he seems to run away, which is so unlike him. 

You snap out of your thoughts and head back into the hospitality area, ready to take some pictures and send off the assignment. 

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Practice one is about to start and everyone is running around making sure everything is perfect. The only thing that seems not to be here is the driver. 

"Y/n, where is Charles?" Fred asks, you want to shrug your shoulders but then you remember that this is your job, and you should know where he is, you look at him and tell him you're going to get Charles, and he gives you a thumbs up.

You look for Charles everywhere, including his driver's room and the hospitality area. Has he left? You were pretty sure you saw him a few minutes ago.  

How can a person disappear so quickly? you even ask people from other garages and they haven't seen him. 

You tried to call him, but his phone was dead, it didn't even send you to voicemail. 

"Y/n!" You hear someone yell your name and quickly turn your head towards Carlos, he seems out of breath, and you can see his chest rising and falling faster than normal.

"Charles is in my driver's room, I don't know what happened," he said, but that was enough for you to start running towards the Ferrari driver's room. You still shouted a thank you to Carlos and that seemed to have caught the attention of other people who looked at you strangely.

But you did not care about that, you needed it to find Charles and to make sure that he was ready to get into the car. 

You reach the driver's room trying to catch your breath as much as you can, you probably look terrible with hair sticking in your face from how much you've been sweating, you want to kill him for making you suffer like this.

You were now outside Carlos' driver's door and you could hear soft mumbling, was he talking to himself?

You knocked softly on the door and waited for an answer, when you got none you decided to open the door. 

"Charles how can-" you couldn't continue as Charles was lying on the floor with his hands on his head rocking back and forth as if trying to calm himself down, your thoughts of scolding him left you just by seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

You walked as slowly as you could and bent down to his level. You grabbed one of his hands, and that was enough for him to look at you quickly. 

"I'm sorry - I can't, it's going to be like last year," he said quickly, you know from what you heard that last year was not a good one for Charles, the car didn't seem to work for him at all, you didn't know he was that affected by it, and now looking at him you didn't want him to feel that way. 

He's such an amazing person and always so happy and joking with you, but he was hiding a lot of things that had hurt him and you couldn't let that happen.

"Hey, you can do this, okay?" both your hands grab his face and you give him a tiny smile, "I can't..." you shush him and try to get as close to him as you can, were you allowed to hug him? You did not know, but at that moment he probably needed it. 

"Hey, those bad days don't define you, you're amazing and such a talented driver, last year the car wasn't good, let's leave that in the past, okay? This is a new opportunity and you're going to show everyone who Charles is, you're going to make them eat their words, so go and destroy them, champ". 

That seems to make Charles' worries melt away a bit, you told him to take a deep breath with you, and when you felt that he was better you slowly let him go. But that seems to be a wrong move, because when you do, Charles seems to look at you as if you took something away from him, but you ignored it. 

"Okay champ get up, time to make jaws drop with your amazing driving" you joked and you were quite happy because you could see the corner of his mouth move up a bit. 

"Thank you, Mon ange" 

"None of that, we are a team, you and I, remember?" 

He nodded and in that moment he let himself look at you while you smiled at him, he felt as if your smile had the power to melt away his worries leaving behind a feeling of peace, in that moment he was grateful for you, he took a deep breath and let it out, there was nothing to worry about.

He's pretty sure this season will go well with you by his side because you wouldn't leave him, would you?

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The art of blooming ❀ ln4

summary: If lando could describe you in any way, he would probably say that you're beauty with brains but have no experience in romance, which is fine because he is happy to assist you with the latter.

pairing: lando norris x reader

tags: tooth rooting fluff (a lot) angst (tiny bit) + self doubt, lando = cutie, good communication, understanding + protective lando.

# part one : [ October 22 ]

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scuderia: @charlesleclerc2003 @evie-119 @leclercbuzz

Teammate’s sister - Oscar Piastri x Norris!Reader

also low-key bimbo!reader

fluff

approx. 1100 words

warnings : boobies hehehe.. not even re read this not checked it don’t even know what i wrote about actually .

oscar piastri masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You and Lando were worlds apart in terms of style and interests. You had your hair done religiously every month, your nails and lashes tended to bi-weekly, and you shopped for clothes with an almost impulsive fervor. Your wardrobe was a parade of skimpy outfits and vibrant hot pinks, drawing attention wherever you went.

Lando frequently invited you to his races, though you didn't always make it. He didn't mind much; you were there for his first podium, his first pole, and his first win—those moments were what mattered to him.

In your own way, you were part of his triumphs, a bright spot in the whirlwind of his racing career.

However, it was more than common knowledge that Oscar was practically in love with you. He would go to any lengths, even risking his health, just to be in the same room as you for a moment. The truth was, he'd gladly trade his own comfort, his own needs, just for a chance to catch a glimpse of your smile or hear your laughter. It was as if being near you filled him with a sense of purpose that eclipsed everything else in his life.

He'd sit through long, grueling days of racing with a knot in his stomach, unable to eat or drink, all for the hope of running into you in the paddock. His heart raced at the thought of you, and he found himself lost in daydreams about what it would be like to hold your hand, to share a quiet moment away from the chaos.

For Oscar, it felt as though he would gladly die for you, surrendering everything just to keep you close. He'd stand in front of any danger, facing it without a second thought if it meant protecting you. Your happiness was his sole reason for being, and he would sacrifice anything—even his own heart—to see you smile.

At the Hungarian GP, the paddock buzzed with frenetic energy. Mechanics swarmed around the cars, making last-minute adjustments, while the roar of engines warming up filled the air. The scent of burning rubber and fuel permeated the space, mingling with the tension and excitement that crackled like electricity.

Cameras from Sky and F1 TV frequently cut to you, capturing your every move. You were fairly certain this was because audience attention spiked whenever you appeared in your little outfits, your bright smile lighting up the paddock. Amidst the organized chaos, your presence was a splash of color and warmth, drawing eyes and increasing viewership with every glimpse the cameras caught.

You watched intently as Lando breezed through to Q1, finishing on pole position and greeting him as he got out the car with a running hug.

Oscar watched as you ran, your tits bouncing with each step. God he loved your boobs. He was zoned out... thinking... when he noticed you were getting closer. Now running towards him in your mclaren jersey with the number 81 on the back.

You had his number displayed prominently on your body.

He could have died right there and then. The fabric of your tight-fitting jersey clung to your curves as you surged toward him, pressing your body against his with a forceful, yet intimate impact.

"Well done!" you breathed, your lips close to his ear as you wrapped your arms around him.

"You raced really well!" you whispered.

He could feel your tits pressed against him, the sensation overwhelming.

"I'm really proud!" you murmured, your voice low and sultry.

His heart raced, his face flushed with a deep crimson. "I- erm- yeah- thank you," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "Your brother did better, though..."

You shrugged nonchalantly, a playful smirk curling at your lips. "But I'm not talking to Lando, I'm talking to you," you purred, your eyes locked onto his with a mischievous glint.

It took every ounce of restraint for him to release your waist, where his hands had lingered a moment too long. When he finally let go, it was with a reluctant, almost desperate reluctance, his fingers brushing against your skin as they withdrew.

You smiled bashfully, your gaze dropping to your feet as you blushed.

"Go out with me," he blurted out abruptly, his mind racing to catch up with the reckless words he had just thrown at the most captivating woman he'd encountered in his 23 years. "Sorry! Oh god, sorry. I didn't mean to say that." He stumbled back, almost as if trying to escape his own audacity.

He didn't get far before your giggle stopped him in his tracks. "Sure," you said softly.

He spun around in shock, his heart pounding as he took a few quick strides back toward you. "Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm," you nodded, your smile growing warmer.

All he could manage to utter was, "Wow," his voice barely above a whisper, before his manager swooped in, dragging him away for interviews. The sound of your laughter lingered in his ears, making his heart race with anticipation and excitement.

#

Oscar couldn't focus on the questions being thrown at him by reporters. His mind was spinning, replaying the moment over and over again. He kept glancing over at you, where you stood chatting with Lando, your smile brighter than ever.

As soon as he was free, Oscar made a beeline for you. He found you leaning against the McLaren hospitality suite, sipping a drink.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"Hey," you replied, looking up at him with a knowing smile.

"So, um, about what I said earlier," he began, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You mean asking me out?" you teased.

"Yeah, that," he said, his face flushing. "I wasn't kidding, you know. I'd really like to take you out. Properly."

Your eyes softened, and you nodded. "I know, Oscar. And I'd like that too."

"Really?" He sounded almost incredulous.

"Really," you confirmed.

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Okay, great. How about dinner tomorrow? After the race?"

"Sounds perfect," you said. "I'll be waiting."

Oscar couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "I'll see you then."

As he walked away, he felt lighter, like he was walking on air. He had a race to focus on, but now he had something even more exciting to look forward to.

#

The rest of the day passed in a blur. The next day, Oscar raced amazingly, but his mind kept drifting back to you. When the race was over and the celebrations had died down for his first win, he found you waiting for him, just as you promised.

"You ready?" he asked, trying to keep his nerves in check.

"Ready," you said.

As you walked out of the paddock together, Oscar couldn't help but think that this was the start of something incredible. And for once, he didn't feel shy around you.

😍😍😍😍😍

Comfort - LN

Summary: Lando gets comfort from playing with is girlfriend's hair

Mild anxious/stressed!Lando

Word count: 1.8k

No part 2 request please

Lando is generally someone who seeks comfort in the people that he's close to. His parents and family are always comforting to him when he needs it but he doesn't like to lay it on thick with anyone.

The scorpio in this man got him in a chokehold.

But when he started dating y/n he found a new way to just feel better.

And it was not a way he ever expected himself to start trying to make himself feel better. He also has to admit it's a weirder comfort than he expected.

In fact he's doing it right now.

"Yeah, it's going to be nice getting a weekend off I think." Y/n nods as she speaks to Zak, Lando sitting beside her, twirling her soft strands of hair between his fingers as he somewhat zones out of the conversation.

He's not been feeling great mentally and he's already nashed on the skin of his fingers that look pretty raw and chewed up as he watches her hair dance between between said fingers.

"Any special plans?" Zak asks making y/n shake her head a little.

"Nothing out the usual. I'm sure Lando will be going to play golf and probably padel no doubt." Y/n smiles while Zak nods looking at the driver who is obviously not thinking about whatever y/n is saying though he does seem to smile clocking onto the mention of golf and padel but he's not really listening. "I, on the other hand, have been saving new recipes I want to try and have Lando taste test-all diet friendly."

"Of course."

It's only when Zak leaves that y/n diverts her attention back to Lando smiling softly as he looks at her with a small smile.

"You ok?" Y/n asks making him nod before she leans over and kisses him softly which makes his hand move with her to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull her hair. That's something he learned the hard way to be careful of.

"Yeah, just...want to get out of here to be honest." Lando states earning a small smile from the young woman.

"It's a good thing we can leave and get out of here then. Race done." Y/n whispers earning a grin from her boyfriend. "And you can play with my hair the whole way home."

Lando does flush a little since he knows that he looks clingy and y/n usually doesn't comment on it but when she does he can't help but feel caught even though he knows that she's aware of him playing with her hair.

"Let's go." Y/n smiles then leaning over again when Lando's hand come up to her scalp and kisses her forehead.

"You always say what I want to hear, you know that?" Lando chuckles before then finally get up.

-

Lando actually can't even drive with y/n in the passenger seat without playing with y/n's hair.

"You know I think driving around Monaco in a jolly might just be the most perfect way to live the dream with you." Y/n comments as she leans her head back.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's the best." Y/n confirms as she notices Lando twisting some of her hair around his finger. "You ok?"

"I'm just thinking is there anywhere you want to go before we head home?"

"We could go to the shop and grab some food. I'm really in the mood for some juices." Y/n smiles earning a nod before he begins to think of the best route from where they are.

He parks up following y/n into the shop as he gently slides his hand down her back, smoothing over her hair as it rests against her back and as they move around she can feel him gently playing with her hair while he stands behind her, humming and speaking when she asks if he wants something or what he thinks about getting something that she's not sure about getting.

"Can we get a sweet treat?" Y/n asks making Lando hum having been playing with her hair much more hands on with her hair pulled back as he runs loose fists over her hair.

He knows that the sweet treat question is actually that she wants to get a sweet treat but she won't get one if he says he doesn't want it.

"We can definitely get a sweet treat." Lando smiles then very gently pulling her hair to pull her back into a kiss. "We can get more than just one if you want-don't tell Jon."

"No. Just our secret." Y/n laughs before she feels him starting to twist the big chunk of her hair absently as he looks at the options.

"You choose something, I'm not bothered about what we get." Lando states moving slightly closer to her when someone tries to pass them. "Do we need anything else after this?"

"No, I think we can just leave after this." Y/n nods as she grabs a couple slices of cake and some chocolates.

Of course y/n doesn't just take the b-line to check out and leave, she wanders a little but more, completely unaware of a fan who is actually recording the two of them as Lando continues to play with her hair before they finally move up to the counter still none the wiser to the camera recording them.

"You know, won't down side of the jolly." Y/n hums as Lando opens the door for her. "It never feels like putting bags on the floor or in the bag are all that secure so I have to hug the bag."

"Should I get you a basket to keep in the back?" Lando smirks making her look at him with a deadpanned expression for a moment before she goes soft when he tucks her hair behind her ear, moving his hand under her hair to lace his fingers through at the root and pull her into a kiss. "You have to stop looking at me like I'm stupid."

"I'm trying but you make it really difficult."

-

Now if there's a perfect scenario for Lando when it comes to playing with y/n's hair, it's her just lying passed out on top of him, face smushed into his chest while he just relaxes underneath her.

He's got full access to her hair and honestly she absolutely loves the head massages she gets from him. It's like an instant off switch, though it helps that she devoured her sweet treats then mumbles something about a nap to digest and then whined something about her hair as she climbed on top of him before passing out as soon as he started playing with her hair.

Sometimes these are the moment that his mind gets to be a slightly more dangerous space as he overthinks everything. Sometimes his mind even has the audacity to make him worry about y/n leaving him because he's not enough.

That's when he worries if he's playing with her hair so much that he's making a bald patch or snapping it off.

Y/n has never once complained about him playing with her hair from the first time he did it till this day. In fact she genuinely enjoys it most of the time and if she's not actively enjoying it then it's just because she's not even thinking about it. It's the norm for her now.

"Baby, stop it." Y/n mumbles suddenly making his hand freeze thinking she means playing with her hair. Then he realises he isn't, his hand has dropped down to rest between y/n's shoulders, under her silky hair but he's not sure what she means. "My head is on your chest and I can hear your heart rate speeding up."

Y/n blindly reaches for his hand and places it back in her hair.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong but at least calm down and stop freaking yourself out about it." Y/n murmurs then yawning and tipping her head up to look at him. "Are you ok?"

"I'm great. Just overthinking. I'm fine." Lando insists earning a slightly sad expression as he focuses a little more on the feeling of her hair. "I'm better when you slap me back to reality and you did."

Y/n smiles leaning into the touch of his hand still near her root before she kisses his chest.

"I love you."

"I love you too. So much. It's embarrassing sometimes."

"For both of us.' Y/n jokes then moving up him and kissing him properly the sugary residue on her lips still there as he smiles into the kiss. "Now how about a movie and you keep playing with my hair because I love it. No one does it quite like you."

"You telling me other people play with your hair?"

"Not anymore. It's a privilege for you and you alone."

"Good."

secret admin | daniel ricciardo social media au

pairing: third driver danny ric x reader

admin loves daniel but he has a girlfriend, he jokes and claims that gf and admin are the same person...but what if it's not a joke anymore?

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Daniel Ricciardo - I'm here baby

I admired the photograph in my hands sadly, feeling my eyes burn with held back tears. I couldn't cry, not in the privacy of an aeroplane. I miss her so much, I have missed her so much these last few difficult months.

My heart is full of desire to see her again, to hold her in my arms again.

—Passengers on flight 6033 France Airways to Perth, this is Captain Antoine Bélanger, I am pleased to report that we are about to land—.

The Captain's voice broke the silence that had settled on the plane, everyone began to prepare for landing, and I couldn't help but think that I was just a few minutes away from seeing her again...

When I finally arrived home, I entered in total silence, I tried to remain as quiet as possible, I wanted to surprise her.

I left my luggage at the entrance, I took one of my cameras from a cabinet nearby, I used to leave them within reach for special moments. I started to look for her around the place, it was about 10 in the morning, there were three options; 1.- In the kitchen, having breakfast. 2.- In the living room, studying. 3.- In the greenhouse.

I knew the answer very well, I was in the last one, I loved taking care of her flowers.

I approached slowly, I could see her through the glass door, surrounded by chrysanthemums, carnations and tulips. Her beauty stood out among those colours and flowers.

She looked as beautiful as I remembered, my heart fluttered. I moved forward to slowly open the door, positioned my camera at the perfect angle and pressed the little button. I captured her image, her scenery and her beauty in a picture next to a path of flowers.

The sound emitted by the camera surprised her, making her jump slightly and turn in my direction. She opened her small lips slightly as she looked at me even more surprised. She brought her hands to her face and let out a small sob. I walked over to her and took her in my arms, wrapping my arms around her with all the love I had to give.

—I'm here baby, I'm back—. Little sobs left her body as her hands clung to my back.

—Dan, I missed you so much. The time went on forever—.

—It's okay babe, now I'm finally back, I promise I won't leave you alone for a long time—.

I was promising her something that I might not be able to keep, but I couldn't think beyond the fact that I had her in my arms, I had her with me. I was back home and I didn't want to go far away again.

—I missed you, I missed you so much. Damn it Daniel, I love you so much—.

I pulled away from her and took her face in my hands, gently wiped the path of her tears and looked her straight in the eyes.

—I missed you too, you have no idea. I love you so much—. I pulled her face slightly to join our lips in a kiss, because after months we were together again.

———————————————

This is my first time posting on this platform about F1, I hope you like it; in case you like to read any of my previous posts in F1 version, you can find them on wattpad (Hira hdx).

It's ok - Yuki Tsunoda

* Reader is mentioned as Lin

We faced each other in the middle of that room, once again being the centre of attention of everyone present.

It had been almost a month since we ended our relationship, but she had been asking me to keep my mouth closed, she was looking for a way to tell her mother that our engagement had come to an end.

I felt uncomfortable, so long looking forward to this moment only to have it all go to shit in the blink of an eye because of some stupidity, all I wanted was to really be with her, instead here we were, pretending everything was fine in one more rehearsal for "the big day".

I needed to change this, I needed to have her back by my side, but if she didn't want it that way, there was nothing I could change.

I knew that everyone in the room with us would suspect that something was going on, who wouldn't when the bride doesn't want to spend time alone with her fiancé? As soon as she had the chance she would run away from me to start a conversation with whoever was closest to her. I felt ridiculous, we should be enjoying this, yet I felt like the most miserable person on planet earth.

"It's all set, Lin doesn't suspect a thing. Go and enjoy yourself with your girl."

Pierre's message repeated itself over and over again in my mind. The words were easy to twist.

It was all a misunderstanding and it was the cause of her dumping me. I tried to explain but she wouldn't let me, wouldn't even let me try.

And so it marked our destiny in an end.

In the huge hall where the rehearsal was taking place I felt like an intruder, my heart ached to see her and not be able to get close.

I moved away from everyone, I didn't want to be there, I didn't want to pretend, I was tired. I was near the big crystal door that led to the garden, I could easily go out and not come back.

I would still be the bad guy at the end of the story.

I was about to leave without looking back when her sweet voice stopped my actions and made my heart skip a beat.

—Are you leaving? Yuki, I.... I don't want this to end.— I turned around so I could see her face. She wasn't lying.—I made a mistake by letting you go without letting you give an explanation.

— I...

— It's ok Yuki, the boys have explained it to me.— She interrupted me by pointing to a corner of the room from where the boys greeted me. I was so immersed in my misery that I hadn't noticed that they were there—. You were so suspicious about something that I had a lot of doubts, I was afraid too. I certainly didn't want to believe you were fooling me, I know you're not like that, but my suspicions combined with Gasly's text... A story formed in my head and I didn't want to see reasons. Because of my mistrust I lost a month of having you by my side. I lov...— I approached her, cutting her words with a kiss.

It didn't matter, she was coming back to me. To the place where she always belonged. I held on to her as tightly as possible until she pulled away from me in embarrassment because of the loud screams of the boys that filled the place in silence.

I never wanted this; Carlos Sainz

WARNING; Topics such as suicide, death and poisoning are mentioned.

I was in our room, crying. I couldn't believe it, it was all my fault.

On the TV the news about his disappearance was on repeat like a damaged record, the social networks were a chaos of theories and speculations, everyone seemed to want to know where Carlos had gone, and it was all my fault. I caused the fight that brought us to this moment in time, it was all my fault.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the police would be looking for me to ask their usual questions, but I was aware that if they noticed the house in chaos they would suspect me. I had to leave, at least while the first few hours of investigation passed. After that, I would have time, everything could go back to normal.

No one had to know, no one could find out that everything had been provoked by me.

I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want to face everything alone, so I took some of my things deciding that I would spend the night at my mother's house, she would be with me, she would comfort me and support me because she knows how much I love him.

When the call from the police arrived, they came to my mother's small but cozy house, they asked me some questions and I told them my husband's usual routine, which ended this time when they reported finding his sport car abandoned on an unknown stretch of road not frequented by him.

No one knew what had happened, the policemen were trying to advise me by the time I could receive a rescue call. They were all assuming that Carlos had been kidnapped and were waiting for whoever committed this act to look for me, to call me and ask for a large amount of money so that Carlos could be released alive. The agents who came to talk to me gave me so much advice to the point that I felt overwhelmed, I felt that with just a few words in front of them I would spoil everything and they would discover the truth, they would discover that it was all my fault.

When they finally left with the promise that if they found out anything they would inform me or if anyone contacted me I would come to them, I could breathe. I knew I had taken them off my hands for a few hours, I knew they would be out of my way for as long as it took. And with the Sainz family licking their chops with the media, this was my perfect opportunity to return home, to our home.

A home that was broken, hurt and wounded, but  ours.

As I tried to sort out everything that had happened, as I tried to bring everything back to the perfection that our home always projected, one by one, neighbors, friends and family knocked on the door, but I could not receive anyone, I had no time, everything was measured.

—I want to be alone—. That was what I shouted over and over again in response to the knocks on the door.

I needed to be alone, everything had come to an end. Things were decided, I would wear my wedding dress and he would wear his black suit and we would be happy once again, happy as when we started this life together. I would arrange everything, I would see to it that everything happened before anyone found out what was going on.

My dress lay on our bed, and the tuxedo next to him. I admired the view in front of me for a few seconds, there was no turning back now, there was no longer anything that could change the course this whole day in our lives had taken.

I turned around and went back to the first floor, I had to look for some things still, I had to make sure everything went well.

As I made my way to the first floor, there was another knock on the door, I stopped, I stood quietly on the stairs, I was exactly in front of the front door that I would not answer once again, hoping they would understand that I wanted to be alone and that I didn't want to be disturbed. But his voice came from the other side of the darkness.

—I know you're there, please let's talk—. A lump settled in my throat, it was Lando, Carlos' best friend. I couldn't see him, I couldn't face him, I was sure he would want to come in and stay with me until we knew what had happened with my husband and I couldn't allow that, I couldn't allow him to see it.

—No Lan, I don't want to talk to anyone, he's gone—. I was not able to control my emotions and I burst into tears.

—Hey, we'll find him, everything will be all right, okay?—. Lando couldn't understand at this moment, but Carlos had left not to come back and I had taken care of that.

—Lando, I want to be alone, could we meet later?—. I needed him to leave, I needed to be alone so I could put an end to all this.

—I understand, I'll call you in the morning, bye—. I heard her footsteps as he was leaving. With a big sigh I resumed my walk, while I admired each and every detail that flooded our house, our home.

I stopped in front of the stove, took a deep breath and took the courage to do it. One by one I turned all the knobs without turning on the burners, just allowing the gas to come out. At that moment many things went through my mind, all the memories of a life together seemed to play in front of me, soon we would be together again.

I walked back to him, back to our bedroom. It took me a lot of effort to place him on the bed, but I managed to place him right where he always liked to sleep. He looked so pale now, but he still looked so handsome. From his side I took my beautiful dress and decisively took some scissors that were on my vanity, without thinking twice I started to make some cuts before putting it on, then I looked at myself in the mirror, I hated myself, I hated being the person who had brought things to this point, and with tears in my eyes, scissors in hand, I started to cut my hair evenly.

I dropped the scissors, I had ruined everything, I had ruined our life, our marriage and I had ended his dream and all his effort had gone down the drain because of me. I walked over to the small bureau next to the bed and took from the only drawer his sleeping pills, Carlos always took two after a day full of adrenaline to be able to rest properly. I also took the forgotten bottle of anti-stress pills that had once been prescribed for me.

I looked at them for a moment before walking to the bar and grabbing a glass to pour a shot of whiskey. Drink with which I took the pills, I have no idea how many there were but I knew it might take a while for them to take effect. So I started to dress him.

In his tuxedo he looked so handsome, but now he was so cold. I sat next to him and admired his now expressionless face, it had been my fault, I had caused him this. In a moment I felt all the strength leave my body and I climbed a little on the bed, to lie down next to him. I positioned myself so that my face was on his chest and hugged him with my arms. I had a great desire to sleep, but I was still conscious of how I felt my demons being released.

In the distance the sound of police sirens could be heard, but it was too late. Still, before it was all over I had to say goodbye, I had to apologize to him, later we would be together again, somewhere after death.

—I am so sorry my love, I never wanted it to come to this. I wanted to spend my life with you, I wanted to be able to give you so many moments and memories, I wanted to give you the surprise that we would be parents, but if I don't have you by my side, I don't want to live a life without you. I know it's all my fault, but it doesn't matter anymore, we made a promise to each other, we promised to always be together—. The words began to come out of my mouth in a rush, my eyes were heavy and I knew that there was little time left but I still had some words to say.— I will make sure that it is so, I will make sure that we can keep that promise, I love you and I will always love you—. The words stopped coming out of my mouth and I concentrated on closing my eyes and sleeping, it was time for me to leave everything here.

The knocking on the door was so loud, the sound of the sirens was also louder, but it was impossible to open my eyes again.

—Police, open the door!—. The knocking was getting more and more continuous.— Police, open the door, I will not repeat it one more time—. More knocks on the door, louder and more determined. I knew they were going to break down the door, but nothing mattered, because even if they tried they could not save me, they could not save us.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, rapid footsteps coming up towards us and distorted voices.

—We need paramedics, someone call for an ambulance urgently—. Everything seemed to spin around, I tried to open my eyes, to see what was going on, I really tried but it was impossible.— We have a probable suicide attempt and a person with no vital signs, we need paramedics urgently... —. And everything became silence and thick blackness, finally I was free from the hell that my life was becoming.

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—We have sad and regrettable news in the world of sports, last night the famous Formula 1 racer, who played a role in the Ferrari team, Carlos Sainz and his wife, better known as Mr. and Mrs. Sainz, were found in their apartment without vital signs. According to police reports, the autopsy of the driver indicates that he died from severe poisoning, while the autopsy of his young wife indicates that she died from an overdose of different pills, which makes them think that she committed suicide—. She looked at the camera after reading all the information she had in her hands —. A sad loss for the world of Formula 1, we extend our condolences to the family of both... That's all for today, have a very good night.

Could you give me your opinion about this little preview of the story I'm working on?

× Mick Schumacher is represented as Dethan Jones, and reader is represented as Adhara.

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• Our Butterfly Effect •

A Mick Schumacher history

Time often goes by in strange ways... different ways, which makes it a bit complicated to understand. It's time and space. Is there one line or is it two? No matter how they run or if they curl, time and space are no obstacle for those who have been chosen, those to whom the universe gives a new chance; a strange way to meet the love of their life.

Second chances don't always exist, this could be something extraordinary in their lives, the last chance.

They don't know each other but their destinies are already fated to be together, they just have to meet... Across time.

Will Adhara be able to save Dethan? As the hands of the clock are turning, will they be capable of intertwining their times? following the line that connects them.

Fate and the universe have come together to offer them something like no other, like a shooting star, can their orbits finally meet?

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So went their lives, on the day that destiny was to unite their paths, but something happened and now they must meet across time

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Scuderia Dreamers driver Dethan Jones suffered a serious accident this afternoon while taking part in the annual Monster Travel race in London.

The race was being held on one of the city's busy streets, despite protests to ban such races because of the risk they pose in the middle of the city's traffic.

× I need honest words, would anyone like to read it? I don't know where I'll publish it yet, because I'm a little afraid that nobody will like it