#renault dan was so happy

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happy 33th birthday Daniel Ricciardo July 1, 1989

#feels weird to be happy abt dans birthday or silverstone so this is very low effort sorry yall just yeah not a good day all very yeah.. #anyway #f1 #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo #red bull racing #renault #kyle.gif #f1edit #renault.dan #rbr.dan

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🍾Track 5 - Don't Blame Me

*sorry for the delay folks! I made this chapter a little bit longer because you all have been so patient with me! I got my paper done and my teacher looked over it before I turned it in and she liked it! so I hope you all like this chapter! for Logan I am using Kimi during Lotus for his body claim and then for reader I am using Nico during Renault. the cars are going to be switching*

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“And that is pole mate. Good job!” 

Logan was shaking as he took his cooldown lap around the track to get back to the pits. He was wondering if his radio was working correctly. 

“Did you say pole?” his voice shakily responded. 

“Yep! Great pace and congrats are in order.” 

He didn’t respond to that, still in disbelief. As he pulled the yellow and black car into Parc Ferme at the number 1 spot, his head whipped around. He let out a sigh in relief as his eyes landed on your own yellow car pulling into the number 2 spot. 

The blond went through his routine of turning off the engine and undoing the steering wheel before standing up and putting it back on. As he was bending down, he felt a slap to his back. Once the wheel had finally been placed in correctly, he turned in the direction of the hand. 

He could see your eyes crinkled through the opening of your visor as your hand clasped his. When he felt your glove, he finally recognized that this was not a dream and Logan was on pole for the first time in his career at the Bahrain Grand Prix. 

A flash of red also came up beside him and scrunched green eyes followed. 

“Mate, you were flying! Your time is so close to almost a one second gap!” he heard Charles say as the three of them took their helmets off so that they could be weighed. 

Logan let out a small laugh. “I was just driving.” 

You shook your head. “Just driving my ass. Lo, this is unbelievable.” 

The American turned his head to look at the other cars slowly pulling in. Max’s car was first in the line, signifying his P4 spot for tomorrow’s race. His face did not look happy as he took his own helmet off and glared at the stewards. Logan shrank in a bit at the sight of the angry Dutchman. When blue eyes met gray, Logan quickly turned his face to the side. 

“I think Max might be mad at me,” he muttered to you as you and Charles lined up for pictures. Charles sighed. 

“He’s not mad at you mate. He’s mad because they messed up their quali strategies. He was supposed to do three laps but they only let him do one.” 

Logan nodded his head and smiled for the flashing cameras. Once they were done and Charles went to be interviewed, Logan looked back at where the Dutchman had been. Only this time, Max was smiling wide as he looked at the two Lamborghini drivers. His hand waved them over. Logan nodded before making his way over to be interviewed after you were done.  

You had already found yourself conversing with Charles while Logan went over to Max. Logan was still a bit weary, but his fears melted once he was brought into a giant hug from the Red Bull driver. He sighed a bit and visibly deflated in hug. 

Once he pulled away, his eyes landed on some other familiar drivers that made his blood run cold. Alex and Oscar were looking at him like he just ran over their family dog and Lando had a murderous look in his eyes. 

Max saw the moment that Logan tensed. His gray eyes followed Logan’s line of sight and he sighed once he saw who he was looking at. He looked back to Logan. 

“He, dat is niet nodig. Negeer ze gewoon. Jij staat op pole en zij niet.” (Hey, there’s no need for that. Just ignore them. You’re on pole and they’re not.)

Logan sighed. “Waarschijnlijk eindig ik niet zoals altijd.” (I’ll probably just end up not finishing like always.) 

The Dutchman rolled his eyes. “Zeg dat niet. Je heb teen betere auto dan de meeste mensen op de baan. Laat ze niet bij je komen. Je bent een goede chauffeur.” (Don’t say that. You have a better car than most of the people on track. Don’t let them get to you. You’re a good driver.) 

Logan felt a bit better at the words being spoken to him. He was glad that he had begun to brush up on his Dutch so he wasn’t as rusty as he thought. He snorted as he looked at the other drivers’ wide eyes as they tried to look like they weren’t listening on their conversation. 

He looked over back at you and saw that you were pretending to tap a watch on your wrist. His eyes widened as the noticed the time. He turned to Max. 

“I got to go back to the garage. I think Y/n and I were going out to dinner tonight and you’re welcome to join if you want to. George and Lewis are also joining and she was supposed to ask Charles.”

Logan’s head turned back to you as he mentioned your name. Max smiled fondly at how he observed Logan looking at you. Hopefully, for Logan’s sake and mental health, you weren’t as oblivious as someone that was on the receiving end of his own glances. 

The American turned back to Max as he waited for the answer. The older man nodded. 

“Yeah, just text me the address and I’ll be there.” 

Max wished he would have said yes sooner, because the smile on Logan’s face practically rivaled the sun at the acceptance of a dinner invitation. 

“Great! I will see you there.” 

Logan gave the man a half hug before lightly jogging over to you. You saw the smile on Logan’s face as he got closer.

“Max said he can come to dinner,” Logan mentioned as the two of you began to walk to the garage. 

You smiled up at him. “Great because Charles also said that he can come as well. George and Lewis already have the address, and I made sure that the restaurant had vegan options before I gave them the location just in case we needed to change it or something.” 

Logan watched as you rattled on about the menu before he suddenly stopped as the two of you were in the hallway. Your brows pinched as you turned to your friend. 

“You ok Logs?” 

Logan’s face suddenly brightened as he pulled you into a hug. Although you were confused, your arms wrapped around his waist. He dug his face into the top of your head. 

“We’re P1 and P2 for tomorrow’s race,” he muttered. You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his sudden stop wasn’t anything too serious. 

You pulled back just a bit to look him in the face. As you studied him a bit, you realized how close the two of you were. 

Had he always had those green flecks in his blue eyes? 

And had you always had that freckle near your top lip? 

Logan’s head was a bit bent as he stared down at you. He glanced around as he lightly licked his lips as they had gotten dry in the desert air. His eyes eventually met yours again. His forehead moved down to rest against yours and you were just enveloped in him. 

Logan. Logan. Logan. 

He took up too much space in your soul, but you didn’t want him to ever leave. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. 

You had moved into Logan’s heart years ago and still didn’t pay rent. Good thing Logan wanted to keep you there as long as possible. 

“We’re late to debrief.” 

A groan escaped his lips as Logan finally let you go. The two of you entered the conference room still wrapped in each other’s arms. Marissa gave Michael a knowing smirk as the two of you sat down next to each other. 

The two of you were listening intently at the chosen strategies for tomorrow’s race. It would be a two-stopper with Logan being pitted first to keep the lead. However, if it seemed as though you were faster, you’d be granted the opportunity to race against him. 

You truly hope that you were slower. You wanted Logan to show everyone what he could truly do. 

Michael knew that the two of you wanted hotel rooms next to each other and that is exactly what he got. However, he warned that Williams was also going to be in the same hotel and to look out for Alex and James. You jokingly said that you probably wouldn’t see them, it was a big hotel. 

But now that you were in an awkward elevator ride with Logan, Alex, and James, you weren’t laughing. 

Alex had sighed as he pressed a button, keeping his eyes low. He didn’t even want to see what floor the two of you were going to. But, his curiosity got the best of him and his eyes widened when he saw the penthouse buttons pressed. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. 

Once Alex and James stepped off the elevator and the doors closed, you and Logan burst into a fit of giggles. You actually had to hold onto Logan to keep standing up straight. 

“Did you see Alex’s eyes when he noticed what floor we were going to?” you could hardly get out with all the giggles. 

“James looked like he wanted to die!” Logan helped you out of the elevator since you were still gasping for breath. 

“I can’t wait for the press conference when James and Michael are in the same one,” you giggled. “It might not be for a few races though. I think the FIA wants little to no drama.” 

Logan sighed as he jumped on the giant bed once he entered the room. It was so nice going from an itchy single bed to a bed that had sheets probably worth more than his first salary. And the smell was so much more fresh. The environment of the room just helped him relax. He’d be lying though if he said he wasn’t nervous about tomorrow. 

But that’s why they were going out to dinner tonight, just to get the edge of just a bit before going to bed. It always hurt Logan when he had to go to sleep after a full night of isolation and his own thoughts. 

His breath hitched in his throat when you showed him the dress you were wearing for the night. It was tight in all the right places, showing off your strong body. He was glad that you were so comfortable in your own skin, seeing as you were a bit more muscular and wider. But you had to be to do your job. And Logan would pick you any day over anyone. 

He let out a low whistle which made you blush under his gaze. You took one of the pillows and threw it at his head. 

“We’re going to be late if you don’t get ready now.” 

You only got an eye roll in response, but Logan rolled over and got off the bed. You knew he didn’t need a lot of time to get ready, but you wanted to get there early. It was your turn to whistle when Logan walked out in a button up and some slacks. 

Logan may have turned a shade of pink as he rolled his sleeves up and sprayed some cologne. He somewhat knew that he was attractive. But, he still couldn’t help but compare himself to people like Lando or Charles. 

You grabbed your purse as Logan put his phone and wallet into his pockets. You turned to pout at him. 

“Can you drive?” 

And how could Logan ever say no to your puppy eyes. He even opened the door for you at the hotel and at the restaurant. You rolled your eyes as you took his hand, slinging your legs over the door frame of the Urus. 

“And they say chivalry is dead.” 

Logan snorted as he led you to the front of the restaurant. It wasn’t anything fancy, but real wealth was silent, or whatever the filthy rich people said. 

The man shot a smile at the hostess, and you could see her visibly swoon. You may have felt some jealousy bubble inside your chest, but it went away when Logan’s hand slithered across your lower waist, pulling you into his side. 

If it were just the two of you, you would have molded yourself against him. But this was a public place and the main floor was filled. Logan knew this was a possibility and booked a private room, out of sight from any unwanted eyes. (Mainly, he heard that McLaren might host a dinner here and he did not want Oscar or Lando to ruin anything.) 

Funnily enough, the two of you were the first ones there. You took a look at your phone and read the messages from the four different guys that they were almost there.

Logan and you took the liberty to get some wine for the table. He almost wanted to be petty and order the most expensive wine possible, just to flaunt a bit, since now he had a salary that rivaled Charles’s or even George’s. Eight figures would do that to a person. But he knew that you liked a more simpler wine when eating food. You claimed it helped the dishes taste better, since your tongue wouldn’t be doused with thick wine. 

The waiter had just come back with the bottle, when the same hostess opened the sliding doors, revealing Max, Charles, Lewis, and George. You smiled at them. 

“Did you four all drive together?” 

Max looked a bit sheepish. “Apparently we’re staying at the same hotel, so we just carpooled.” 

“Ah.” 

Since you and Logan were already sitting next to each other (definitely for moral support), the rest filled in the round five seater. Charles took a place by you, followed by George and Lewis. Max sat on the other side of Logan. 

Charles immediately looked at the menu. “I’ve never been here, but the dishes look fantastic.” 

It also helped that there was a plethora of Italian dishes. 

“I’ve been here once, like two years ago,” you said before taking a sip of wine. “We, uh Arrow, came to watch the opener since Pato was wanting to start training to be a reserve. I was told that there was a price limit. The limit they gave me didn’t even cover one dish. To my surprise, everyone was able to get what they wanted.” 

Lewis looked at you with a pity smile. You waved your hand. 

“It was fine in the end. I eventually left, took one of their new Mercedes, and drove to I think Burger King.” 

George almost spit his drink out at the story. Lewis smirked. 

“Sounds like something my teammate would do. And it would probably be my car he would steal.” 

“Hey!” 

It wasn’t long before the same waiter came to take the numerous orders. Knowing that everyone had a race the next morning, the dishes were light and protein packed. Lewis was delighted to see that there were many options for vegan dishes. 

Towards the end of the meal, the guys asked for the check, not seeing that Logan had already asked for it ahead. He smirked as he quietly slipped his card into the booklet and handed it back. The hostess was nice as she explained that it had already been paid for. 

“Mate,” Charles started before Logan held his hand up. 

“It’s fine. Not like it’ll do anything to the checking account you know?” 

You smirked behind your cup. 

Max also had a grin. “You have big boy money now? How much were they paying you at Williams compared to Lamborghini?” 

Logan’s eyes looked up slightly as he mentally did the math. 

“So Williams ended my salary at 1 million, so,” he winced a bit, “Andretti upped it to 30 million, give or take.” 

You huffed. “At least you made it into the millions with Williams. Arrow was paying me around nine-hundred-thousand dollars.” 

George asked, “How much were the other drivers making?” 

“O’Ward was paid around 4 million.” 

Logan’s head whipped to you. “They were paying you that little?” 

You only shrugged, really not wanting to talk about your time with Arrow. “It’s fine. I’m getting paid the same amount at Logan so I’m good.” 

Around 9 p.m., Max mentioned that they should head back to the hotel. You and Logan agreed. However, as you walked out, your eyes caught familiar people. You scoffed and kept walking. Everyone looked in the direction that your head had been and also saw the big table full of the McLaren team, including Pato and David. 

Seeing your reaction, they just kept on walking. 

You’d show them tomorrow at the race how much they fumbled. 

Arrow and Williams needed to realize that they lost the best things that they. 

The next morning, you and Logan were there bright and early to go over last minute things. Logan also definitely found out that he has a staring problem, because his eyes could not leave you as you talked to one of your mechanics. 

It was nice to see you in your environment. Logan was also very happy with mechanics and a team that actually listened to what he said and suggested. Williams never did that. 

Logan felt peace as he sat in the car, waiting to get on the track. He had never felt like this at Williams. He always felt on edge, like one mess up and he’d be replaced midseason. Maybe if they didn’t put so much pressure on him, he wouldn’t have messed up so many times. 

He knew that he could drive well. 

“Just remember Logan, Y/n is going to help create a gap. No pressure, just smooth and clear driving,” his engineer Elio said over the radio. He had been thankful for the older man. He kind of reminded him of kind uncle. Not too old to be a grandpa, but older than Logan by almost 20 years. 

“Copy. Are we ready to go?” 

“Lights out in 5.” 

Logan inhaled deeply as he flexed his fingers on the steering wheel. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go for the 2024 Bahrain Grand Prix! Logan Sargeant maintains the lead at turn 1, his teammate right behind him. Max Verstappen gets ahead of Charles Leclerc but Leclerc is not going to give up. Oh! What is going on in the back! 

It looks like both McLarens have taken each other out at turn 2! Alex Albon has dropped two places and now resides in P17 with teammate Theo in P18. 

Sargeant is going into turn 3 and is still ahead with his teammate out of the DRS zone.”

“Ok Logan, it’s a virtual safety car. Keep pace nice and steady.” 

“Who was it?” 

Elio sighed before responding. “Both McLarens are out, debris is being cleared. Safety car ending in 1 lap.” 

Logan wanted to laugh so much on the radio. What were the odds of both McLarens getting out before the first lap of the race. 

Karma was Logan’s bitch. 

The race remained pretty uneventful after the virtual safety car was lifted. You did an amazing job maintaining pace with Charles gaining and then falling back. It seemed like he was toying with you, but your car was slower on the corners and his car was slower on the straights. It balanced out perfectly. 

It was nerve wracking when your engineers decided to call both you and Logan into the pits at the same time for a double stack.

However, people should have never doubted at you and Logan both had pit stops under 2.5 seconds each, letting the two of you keep the lead that you built. You had come out behind some drivers, but they hadn’t pitted at all. 

The Lamborghini garage erupted with cheers as you and Logan got closer to the end, still in a respectable 1-2. 

“LOGAN SARGEANT WINS THE BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX, FIRST OF HIS CAREER! AND Y/N L/N BRINGS IT HOME WITH A 1-2 FOR THE LAMBORGHINI-ANDRETTI RACING TEAM! 

“I know that Michael and Tonino are very happy with this driver set up. 

“Charles Leclerc crosses the line with the checker flag in P3 after an intense battle of his own with Verstappen who finishes in P4.”  

Logan stood on the nose of his car and just screamed as he hunched over. Every emotion was piling on him and this was the only way of escape. When he was finished, he was pulled down into your waiting arms. The two of you couldn’t help but jump up and down and just congratulate each other. 

Charles and Max watched with fond eyes (and maybe cringed when the two of you wouldn’t break eye contact – because they were thinking Is that how we look?). 

The smile on Logan’s face could not be wiped off as he stood in the middle of you and Charles for pictures. It never left as he was being interviewed by Nico Rosberg. 

“Logan how are you feeling right now?” 

He was a bit speechless, but he was able to formulate a sentence. 

“Well, it’s just phenomenal, what the team did. I knew I was breaking some hearts of the fans when I couldn’t give them the results that I wanted to give them. Last year, I kind of felt like a play thing for everyone to use, because I just kept being let down.” 

Nico put a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I certainly hope that is not the case for this year?” 

Logan shook his head. “Not at all. Andretti came to me like some paradise in the darkest part of my life. It just took me a minute to realize that I just needed them, a good team. I’d cross the line for them, figuratively and literally. Just hoping that if I do, my lap times won’t be deleted.” 

The German through his head back and laughed at the metaphor. Logan was able to chuckle as well. You quickly switched with Logan after he was done. 

This year, they did interviews a bit different and let the race winner go first, followed by runner up and P3. 

“Y/n, my my my, that was outstanding with how you built the gap. Mind telling us how you did that?” 

You brought the microphone to your lips. 

“Well, Nico, it felt like I was wasting my time a bit, and losing my mind, just because it was just me in my little space. Charles and Max really kept me on my toes for the first half, but after the pit stop the gap just kept increasing.” 

The blond man smiled at your confession. “You definitely look like you had a good race though.”  

You nodded. “Of course. I’ve been told that I get this wild look in my eyes, but racing is just fun for me to do and I love it. I think with some of my initial moves, they were a bit more defensive than what I would like. I know some people are going to be like ‘she’s gone too far this time.’ But in the end, it’s just racing. Charles and I had a great time and Max at the beginning. It was perfect.” 

The podium was also the symbol of perfection. For the first time in decades, you got to hear the Star Spangled Banner play before the Italian anthem followed. You saw as Charles swayed back and forth and sang with it, a big smile on his face. 

Who doesn’t like the Italian national anthem? 

When the champagne came, it was a mess. Charles decided to go after you, and you went after Logan, who tried his best to spray the two of you back. While Charles went to spray his team below, Logan stopped right next to you. 

His blue eyes met yours and quickly darted to your lips that were sticky with the bubbly. 

He leaned down and whispered, “Don’t blame me, I’m about to do something crazy.” 

Logan didn’t wait for your reply and cut the distance between the two of you. You were shocked but quickly registered the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes immediately closed as you kissed back. 

Michael, who had gone up to receive the constructor’s trophy, quickly leaned over the rail. 

“Marissa, you owe me!” he shouted, making the Lamborghini team laugh. Many of them knew of the bet between the two siblings. 

Everyone else was shocked as the two of you were lost in your own little world. Well, you were lost until Charles came back over and dumped the rest of his champagne bottle on your heads. You quickly parted to spray him back. This time, the Ferrari driver was soaked as you and Logan attacked him. 

When the three of you stood for the picture, you on Logan’s left, Michael on his right, with Charles the other side of Michael. Your head got closer to Logan’s ear as you all smiled. 

“You’re crazy Logan Sargeant,” you whispered. 

Logan turned to face you, his bright smile back on his lips. 

“I’m not doing love right if it doesn’t make me crazy.” 

At the top, Logan missed the dark and pained looks of three drivers. Two in orange and one in blue. They all looked lonely in the sea of yellow and black. 

At the top, however, it wasn’t lonely. Logan had all that he needed. 

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lamborghini_racing happy drivers, happy boss, happy 1-2 🥳

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lambo_duo AYO THAT'S MY TEAM

papa_tonino grazie a tutti! grande gara! 💛🖤

venus2 grazie mr. tonino! glad we could bring it home first for you!

logangirlie when I say slay, I mean SLAYYYYY 💅

lambo&co GUYS ARE WE JUST GOING TO SKIP THE PODIUM KISS???????

y/n_95 I think I cried a bit when I watched it - they really said childhood friends to lovers

formulala_delulu ngl that 1-2 was sexy. Logan leading by 15+ seconds with y/n in her own untouchable little world

lestappenlove Charles looked like he was going through a crisis when y/n and long wouldn't stop looking at each other in Parc Ferme

verstappenleclerc ikr - he was probably wondering if that's what he and Max look like

bee_lamborghini I just need every race to be like this one

venus2 has posted

venus2 if you aren't crazy then you ain't doin it right 🖤🍾

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American_f1 IT HAD BEEN TOO LONG SINCE THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER WAS PLAYED 🇺🇸

Logan.nation guys, I'm so proud of him. he really defied all the odds and showed them what they gave away! happy driver of the day as well Logan!

lambo_duo the pics go hard 🔥

phoenix95 proud of youuuuuuu 🥳❤️

venus2 i see you've taken Charles's class on instagram comments

charles_leclerc I taught my child well ☺️

lewishamilton your child 🤨

charles_leclerc *our child

loscar_no_more this was amazing (especially after you know who dnf-ed)

my_goat_logan the group picture on the podium was so wholesome

bennys_back DID ANYONE NOTICE BENNY CRYING WHILE HE WATCHED LOGAN?????

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phoenix95 I'll be usin for the rest of my lifeeeee 🐝

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y/ns_world the helmet is peak (the inverted) >>>>>

charlie&y/n she really is Charles's daughter

leclerc_line so we have y/n, the oldest, ollie the middle brother, and Leo as the youngest

shark_leclerk except y/n is also Lewis's kid, Ollie and Leo are Max's

venus2 again with the caption?

phoenix95 yes, and?

venus2 ☹️

maxverstappen1 @.charles_leclerc and @.lewishamilton - your kid made mine and George's kid sad

georgerussell63 put her in timeout 🫵

phoenix95 we're good now (I gave him another kiss)

maxverstappen1 DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW

y/n.nation expert masterclass from y/n today!

lambo_duo her driving is a symbol of perfection!

venus&phoenix the duo we didn't know we needed

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landonorris definitely not what we wanted today, but we'll keep pushing 👊

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lando_no_rizz you'll get back to it in Jeddah

loscar_no_more hmmmm maybe you're just not fit for f1?

logan2sargeant BYE 💀

ln4 next race is where it's at 👊

logangirlie karma at its finest

mclarengoldenboy head up lando, that win is coming!! 🏆

verstappen33 don't worry about lambo, they'll fall apart soon

bee_lamborghini make sure your drivers finish the race before you say something ☺️

norris4ever let's go lando!

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Another 'idk what this is' post lmao. But my attempt at girl!Dan

Daniel entered the event, ducking her head a little to let her curls— that were more defined and perfect looking— cover her face a little. She was a little uncomfortable, but Blake and the stylist from their new main sponsor said she looked good.

This wasn’t the sort of outfit she normally went for, the flared pants were different to her usual (ripped) skinny jeans, but they cupped her ass and thighs in a very flattering way. The top was definitely nothing she had in her closet, it was slinky and metallic and exposed her entire back— which was a work of art thanks to her years of work and effort.

Christian, the man of the hour, was the first to see her and his eyes widened in surprise was enough to tell her that this deviation from her usual outfits was ‘radical’ indeed.

“Daniel. Wow.” Daniel smiled in embarrassment. She didn't surprise Christian often, in fact she last time she surprised him was in 2014 when she beat Seb. And maybe in 2018 when she signed for Renault. But that was different.

“Happy Birthday Boss!” Daniel grinned, clinging to Geri when she came over to hug her as well. Geri’s hand on her bare back felt odd but not as weird as she anticipated.

“Is this Hugo?” Geri asked, figuring the tiny eyelets that made up her top. Daniel nodded, she was head to toe in the former Alpha Tauri’s new sponsor. All her jewelry to her shoes. Even her underwear– including the nipple pasties.

“Yeah, Kelly the stylist came prepared.” Daniel joked. She knew Yuki was wandering around somewhere, he'd been marginally easier to dress and Daniel had many moments tonight where she wished she hadn't grown out her hair.

“Have you seen Max?” Christian asked, his voice was odd, maybe.

“No, I just walked in actually. Haven't even had a drink yet.”

“Of course, of course.” Christian nodded before encouraging her to chat with the executives around, all the important people invited to Christian’s 50th in Vegas. The race was in a few days, Daniel hoped she could stay the minimum amount of time and go.

She'd spent a little time talking to some new Alpha Tauri– Hugo Boss executives before she wandered to the bar. She leaned forward on her elbows, swiping her loose curls over one shoulder.

“hi, can I get you a drink?” A familiar voice sounded from her right and Daniel tucked her head on her palm and smiled over at her friend and former teammate.

“It's an open bar mate. Does that actually work on women?” She grinned at Max who took a moment to piece her voice with the person he was looking at. If she thought Christian’s surprise was impressive, Max's was almost a religious experience.

“Daniel? Wow– I didn't recognize you.” Max gushed, eyes wide. He was blushing, and Daniel fought hers to continue to tease him.

“So about this open bar, I'd love a tequila.” Daniel grinned at him, she could feel the gloss on her lips when she smiled widely. She hoped her eyes weren't completely hidden by her new lashes.

Max looked... Well she'd never seen him look [at her] like this before. He kept looking her up and down; like he was seeing her for the first time, like he didn't recognize her.

A bartender came over at Max's wave as if they knew that he specifically wasn't to be left waiting. Daniel wondered if her own picture was taped up at the back of the bar but they didn't recognize her with her new look. It didn't matter because Max ordered exactly what she wanted, down to the brand of tequila she preferred and how she liked her glass prepared. She didn't realize he paid this close attention.

Max handed her the drink, his fingers lingering on hers for a beat longer than normal. Daniel smiled at him in thanks, determined not to think too deep into it. It was Max– nothing was happening.

Max smiled his crinkley eyed smile at her as if she'd said something funny– she hadn't. Then led her away from the bar with a hand to the small of her back.

It felt…different than when Geri did it. Geri's fingers mainly did the touching, Max's palm was pressed into her skin, branding her like a tattoo. It's apt because her back was the only place she hadn't yet covered in ink.

Max was talking to her, but she couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. Hyper aware of his skin against hers. It wasn't like it was the first time he's led her around with a proprietary hand, in fact it was pretty normal. But she'd never… she'd never noticed it until now. Not until it was skin against skin. It was harder to hide when there were no clothes to hide behind.

“Daniel, are you paying attention?” Max's voice broke her thoughts and she sipped her drink for something to do.

“Sorry Maxy, got a bit distracted there.” She bit her lip, letting it go quickly at the taste of lipgloss. She truly wasn't used to it. She looked at Max through her new lashes– his gaze was on her lips.

“I, of course, understand.” He murmured, it sounded as if he didn't even realize he was talking. “Daniel I–”

“Ricciardo Daniel, as I live and breathe. Is that you?” George interrupted and Daniel had never before now wished George could disappear so she could hear what Max had been going to say. He had shaken his head as if to clear his thoughts and taken a sip of his gin tonic.

Daniel smiled at George, wildly wondering if she imagined the twitch of Max's hand on her back.

“Russel George! it is I, I am me!” She chuckled and glanced over at Max to see he'd adopted his resting ‘go away’ face. Daniel was starting to feel lightheaded.

Part 2

#very meandering. no clue where i was going with this honestly. i could have stopped it a few paragraphs earlier maybe #maxiel #girl!daniel #max/daniel #rule 63

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You Belong With Me - DR3 x fem!OC

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Summary: Em’s settling into working with the boys full time, and Renault are treating her with respect so it’s a good time. Even though women want to flirt with Dan, he goes back with her every night. Maybe they do belong with each other after all.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Smut (oral sex (f&m receiving), handjobs, fingering, piv sex, not exactly private sex), mentions of alcohol.

A/N: Another race week, another full chapter about these two! Hopefully this is a little more interesting than Baku was. As always, if you’ve got questions or comments let us know, and thank you for loving our Emmy the same way we love her.

October 2019

They’d arrived in Austin from Mexico early on Monday morning, the four of them half stumbling off the plane and being met at arrivals by Scotty. It wasn’t a long flight, but the five am takeoff meant it was before two when they got out of bed. Could they have booked later? Probably, but Dan wanted as much time as possible in Austin and Em wasn’t going to argue about it. They made their way to the hotel and checked in, everyone going to bed for a couple of hours before getting up and meeting for lunch. Em spent half the time they were supposed to be sleeping curled up in Dan’s arms, trading lazy kisses in between naps.

The decision was made to head out that night to Dan’s favourite bar. Monday was chilled out, it was Halloween that week so any other day would be busier, and they didn’t want to deal with loads of people. It involved dirt cheap drinks and good country music. Plus a dance floor that Em knew she’d insist she wasn’t going to get on before Dan pulled her onto it. And then if she played her cards right he’d pull her into a corner to make out before anyone could see them. Just because their friends knew they slept together now didn’t mean they wanted to share all the things they did.

Unusually for a weeknight the bar was busy, a bachelorette party on one side of the bar and a couple of birthday parties there. They’d managed to grab a booth for their first couple of drinks while they teased Scotty about being a Red Bull athlete and sitting in the Racing Point garage that weekend with his girlfriend. It didn’t take long for people to start saying they wanted to dance. Blake insisted he was staying there to keep the table, Em saying she’d do the same. But before long Dan had grabbed her hand and pulled her out to dance to the bluegrass that was playing. They moved to the music, Em letting go of her nerves being in the large crowd.

Everyone was dressed for the occasion in cowboy boots and denim. She had the pearlescent pink boots that Dan had bought her the year before with a matching hat on her head, denim shorts and one of Dan’s flannels over a white tank top. She was cosy and comfy and happy being there with Dan until she could feel eyes staring in the back of her head. The way they went from her to Dan and back again. It was like a sixth sense how she could tell the girl staring at them from across the room. Her outfit looked like it came straight from 2007 Taylor Swift, long blonde hair and legs for days. Her cowboy boots were heeled and black, wearing a white handkerchief dress and a black cowboy hat on her head. Em couldn’t fight against that. She was Emma from Liverpool who’d just started working for Blake and Michael, she wasn’t any better than the beautiful personification of cowgirl Barbie. She could deal with that, she’d go back to her hotel room alone when Dan decided to leave.

But she wasn’t giving up without a fight. The girl was looking at Daniel with a smile on her face and Em decided to do what usually worked for her. She put a hand around Dan’s bicep and pulled, pointing to the bar and he followed. His hands went around her waist, one of her hands on top of his as they made their way across. Usually that stopped girls who were coming to flirt with Dan, but this time it was useless. Even Dan’s arm around her as they stood at the bar did nothing. It was like Em was completely invisible, the blonde taking advantage of them stuck in the same place to stand beside Dan and begin to flirt and all she could do was wait and listen.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Em watched from the corner of her eye as Dan let go of her and turned. She knew him so well, how flirty he was, how kind he was. How he always made people feel like they were the only person he’d ever spoken to.

“I’m Dan, and you?” He was pulling out his politeness, the way he was around sponsors and people he was meeting through work. He always took his time and asked questions and spoke carefully to them. He was raised to be a gentleman - he always was with Em, and usually was with most people - and it was clear to her he was only doing it out of politeness. It meant that she felt more comfortable ducking under his arm, holding on tightly. The clueless look on his face would have been the most adorable thing in the world to her if it wasn’t for how awkward the entire situation was.

“Amber-Lynn. It’s so good to see ya. Do y’all come here often?

“First time here.” Dan raised his eyebrows, the signal that he had no idea what was actually going on. It made her smile anyway because they just wanted their drinks and to get away. Really though, it meant that he just wanted this to be over so they could go sit back down. Get away from Amber-Lynn and spend time together.

It was a total lie that they’d never been there. Dan had discovered it his first year racing in Austin and went every year. He’d dragged her to it nearly as soon as they’d made it to Austin the year before, it was where after his DNF they’d come up with the sex ban to see if she was his bad luck charm.

She didn’t blame Amber-Lynn for flirting with Dan, she had to stop herself from drooling every time she spent time around Dan. He joked about his curls getting the girls and he wasn’t wrong bout it. He was handsome, he knew it, and Em was absolutely crazy about every single part of him. From his big smile to his nose and jaw to his tattoos to his gorgeous tanned skin to his big beautiful neck and the way she just wanted to mark it all up she loved all of him. If it was a different situation she would have tried flirting with him the second she saw him in a bar - she had flirted with him in a bar the week after they’d agreed they weren’t going to sleep together again - but she never would have done it if there was another woman holding his arm and leaning into him. Not when the guy she wanted to flirt with was holding another woman with his arm around her hip.

To everyone else it was just friends when they’d been standing against the wall. None of them realised that his hand wasn’t in the small of her back, but his fingers were inside the dark denim back pocket, cupping the swell of her ass. Nobody got to see how his fingers bounced against her, how his thumb rubbed slow circles just under her waistband to torture her. Part of it was how he kept her grounded and stopped her anxiety when so many people were around and it was a busy place, but it was also a guaranteed way to turn her into a needy mess and ruin the underwear she was wearing. The only times he took his hand away was when they were on the dance floor or going to get drinks at the bar, but then they went back to their old habits. She hated to admit that she loved it, but it was the truth. It was just another way that Dan made it clear he was right there with her.

Once their glasses were finally in front of them they went to leave, heading back to the table Blake was at. But Amber-Lynn followed, trying to get Dan’s number. Em was completely tongue tied at the sight, shocked that even when Dan gave a no she came out with offering her own. This was a new kind of ridiculousness that she had never seen before. She knew girls flirted with Dan, knew they came offering all kinds of promises and to make his dreams come true. But she never saw it so she never got jealous about it before. Generally in the paddock the rumours about her and Dan were enough to keep people away whenever the two of them were together, and it helped.

“No, thank you,” Dan said and he tried turning away but they weren’t fast enough before the blonde spoke again.

“You sure? I can make it worth your while.”

Dan’s jaw dropped and Em just watched his reaction for a moment. He didn’t give a response, instead he turned and pressed a kiss to Em’s lips, deepening it for just a moment before pecking them again and turning back. Amber-Lynn stared for a second before flouncing off and Em leaned against him.

“Did anyone see?” She asked, Dan shaking his head.

“We were behind the pillar, we’re good. A couple of hours and we can go back to the hotel?”

“Sounds nice.”

“You know I only want you, right?” He asked her and Em nodded before they went back to the table.

She slid into the bench after Dan, his hand going straight back to her pocket and rubbing those circles against her hip and upper ass. They chatted with Blake, taking sips of their drinks before Scotty came over with his girlfriend and a tray of shots to share with everyone. It was the first time Em had properly spent time with Chloe, laughing with the other woman and chatting even as she just wanted to leave. The bar was busier than expected, it was noisy, there was too much going on. She started leaning against Dan, her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder in their universal sign of “I want to go home”. She wasn’t at the press a kiss to his jaw stage yet, but it was coming soon

Everyone always watched as they acted like that, their little ways of communicating so different to the rest of their friends. They could have conversations without words, the two of them communicating through a smile or a raised eyebrow. Even a hand squeeze could mean a million things but they always knew the right one. Michael and Blake thought it was fascinating to watch. Em didn’t fully understand it herself, but she and Dan just knew each other on that level where nothing else mattered.

“Wanna go back to the hotel?” Dan whispered into her ear, Em nodding but trying not to do it too quickly. She was tired and tipsy, and she knew in about twenty minutes she was going to go from being too clingy to being jealous. All she wanted was to be back in their hotel room in Dan’s arms. The blonde’s face was still stuck in her head, the surprise and delight that Dan was going home with Em herself and not a girl throwing herself into his arms. She couldn’t get the image of Amber-Lynn staring at Dan, at the man Emma loved more than anyone in the world, as if she owned him and Em was nothing but a bug on her shoe. But instead it was the opposite, they said goodbye to everyone and walked out, Dan taking her hand as soon as they were outside. He was getting them an Uber and she just buried her face in his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

Even in the car they stayed holding hands, the surreal nature of the situation fully hitting Em there. Dan could have gone back with anyone else that night, but instead she was the one going with him. She didn’t know how she’d become just so lucky. They were going back to the fancy hotel room that Renault had booked, and Dan was going to fuck her brains out because that’s what he always did when he was this clingy as they went back to wherever they were spending that night. It was a beautiful thing in a city she’d grown fond of.

They’d barely made it into the elevator when Dan’s hands were pulling her close, deep kisses as they went to their floor. She was smiling through them, watching Dan’s lust blown eyes stare deeply at her, his lips perking up in a smile.

“You look so fucking pretty,” he murmured in between kisses, only stopping as the doors opened. Em’s hand was wrapped in Dan’s larger one as they half walked, half stumbled to the door. She managed to wave her keycard in front of it and get the door open, laughing at Dan’s movements.

Once the door was closed she was pinned against it. One of Dan’s hands was at her neck, thumb stretching to press against her lips. Em opened her mouth and began to lick softly at the digit. Revelling in the groan Dan let out she pushed against him. Her legs were held apart and need began to run through her as his free hand crept under the tank top she was wearing, pushing the front of it over her head and around her shoulders.

“Danny, don’t tease me. Please, Babe,” she groaned out as the familiar fingers traced the cup of her bra.

“That’s what you were doing all evening. Being so cute. I bet you’re soaked, right?” He let go of her neck to open her shorts, his thumb leaving her mouth with an obscene pop. It took no time at all for two long digits to get inside her underwear and make Em groan. “Let me hear you. You don’t need to be quiet here, promise.”

She couldn’t stop her hips from moving without her realising, pushing against nothing in an attempt to find friction. She felt one finger enter her before the second one joined it, her groan muffled by his shirt. Dan knew every single way to make her body fall apart, keeping her steady as the sound of her wetness pulling him in filled the room.

“More, please?” She asked without realising, a grin on his face as he realised.

“Your clit?” A nod the only response as his lips latched onto her upper chest. Em knew she was a debauched mess, shorts and underwear pulled down around her thighs, tank top up and half over her head. The awkward way it was wrapped around her arms made her tits stick out and Dan took full advantage of his access without her hands able to fist his hair.

Her orgasm grew in her belly, pants and groans mixed with Dan’s non stop pressure. Her head fell back against the door as she opened her mouth in a soundless scream. Pleasure went through every cell in her body, if it wasn’t for Dan holding her up she’d have fallen from the force of it. Once he coaxed her through it he carefully pulled his fingers out and licked them clean of her.

“I told you. I only want you.” She pulled him for a kiss, her boobs pushing against his still clothed torso but she didn’t care. He was there and Dan always did this and always made sure she was happy and satisfied when they had sex. This time she pulled him back towards the bed. She pushed his shirt off and they pulled the others pants down, Dan sitting on the bed and pulling Em into his lap.

“Wanna watch you ride me. Will you do that Baby girl?” Em was unable to deny him anything when he looked like that. She leaned down to take him into her mouth for the shortest few moments, pressing kisses and licks up his dick to make sure he was fully hard. She didn’t actually need to, but she couldn’t resist it purely for the little moan Dan always let out. She crawled up his thighs, her arms around his neck as he slid into her. It was perfect and took her breath away like every single time.

“Missed this,” Em moaned as she took his earlobe between her teeth and nibbled lightly.

“It’s been two days, Baby. You feel so good. So, so good for me. My best girl right here who takes me so well.” His dirty talk continued but Em barely heard it as she was lost in sensation. Her lips moved and pushed kisses up and down his jaw. She wanted to lean in and suck a mark, make him hers, but she stayed away. Dan’s fingers dug into her hips and helped her keep her pace, bouncing up and down in his lap. She let out random noises without meaning to, Dan tightening his grip on her when she did.

“You always make that noise whenever you’re close. Such a cute little squeak from my cute girl. I love hearing it from you Baby.” She pushed faster, her fingers on her clit as Dan kept going. She couldn’t tell when her orgasm hit but she knew Dan’s wasn’t far behind. His hips stuttered against hers as he came, pulling her tight against him. They both fell back against the bed as they realised where they were and what they were doing. Kisses were pushed to her head and she smiled, holding on for a moment before she knew she had to let go and clean up.

But Dan let go of her first, going into the bathroom. A moment later he was back, helping Em off the bed and kissing her cheek. There was a towel and warm water for her to clean up. On the bathroom counter was one of the merch prototypes for her to sleep in. When she got back to the bed she was slightly tipsy and warm and cosy, Dan pulling her in for a final kiss before they were going to sleep.

Tuesday was the second day of her fake weekend so she spent it wandering Austin. There was the offer of a rental car from Renault, but she turned it down in favour of using Uber or buses to really get to grips with the city. There was a store offering custom denim and she decided to go in for a look at it. Instead of just looking, she bought four pairs of jeans that were made to measure for her. The fabric felt good against her skin, and the staff were lovely. Part of her was terrified to spend so much money on clothes. She was a Primark girl at heart even though the bag on her arm was thousands of pounds. Dan had insisted that she got paid a large amount of money because of the work she was doing after their conversation in Russia, and he’d insisted on back pay for her too. Her bank account was healthier than it had been in years.

But she was photographed on a regular basis now, and while Renault let her wear team gear for work she still had eyes on her. People had commented when she wore the same pair of vans to work for a full weekend. This way she could have comfy jeans that worked well for her. She picked up a denim jacket too, and the tailor promised that they’d not only have the clothes ready for her by Friday, but they’d get delivered to COTA to make sure she got them.

“Are you sure? I can try come back in, I think we’re in Austin till Monday,” Em said as her offer was waved away.

“It’s fine. Do you have an office for me to say it’s for?”

“Say it’s for Daniel Ricciardo, care of Emma Smyth. That way it’ll get to me.”

“Of course. And if you need anything let me know.”

She got texts from Dan while she was sitting in a Starbucks. He was working out with Michael before doing interviews for Renault about his new teammate, and she just replied with photos of her drinks. The photo of the barbecue she was eating got a “EMMMMYYYYYY” in response, but she put her phone down and enjoyed it. Smoked chicken, mac and cheese, and a garlic dill pickle were perfect. It was even nicer that none of it was mixed together so she could really enjoy it. From there she walked through the UT campus and found a bench to sit and read on. The last thing on her day off was a trip to Lyndon B Johnson presidential library. It was full of history and fashion and things that happened in the 60s in the US and she loved every minute of it.

Dinner that night was the six of them - her and Dan with Blake, Michael, Scotty, and Chloe. From Thursday Chloe was in the Racing Point garage with her brother which meant they would barely see each other. She was someone Em could see herself being friends with long term and they swapped phone numbers over plates of food. Neither woman spotted the slightly widened eyes that Scotty and Dan gave each other at the rapidly forming friendship. If they had, the response would have just been laughter. It was a good night to have before the chaos of COTA and the US Grand Prix began the following morning.

And begin it did. Her alarm went off at six, Em rolling out of Dan’s arms grumbling. He was getting up too to work out, and when he got back she was showered and changed. Her foundation was nearly finished and she frowned, trying to get the last out of the bottle. She should have gone to Sephora the day before.

“Everything ok?” Dan asked and she held up the almost empty Rimmel tube for him to see. Less than a minute later there was a glass bottle sitting in front of her and Em looked up at him.

“I bought a new party shirt. Figured you could do with new foundation, the sales assistant helped me pick your shade.”

“Danny…” She trailed off looking at the bottle. Accepting something like this felt too much. He was constantly buying her bags or shoes or accessories and it always felt strange to take them.

“Consider it for work. You need new foundation, we’re getting photographed today. It’s the UT stuff before a load of sponsor stuff, right? With my helmet launch?”

“Yeah, it is.” She accepted the work excuse and decided to go with it, opening the bottle and pumping out some of the liquid. He’d gotten her shade perfect, Em spreading the liquid on her skin and patting it in. The rest of her makeup didn’t take long and she was ready to go by the time Dan was showered and changed. His curls looked perfect and she couldn’t help but steal a kiss from him before they left the room.

UT was busy. The deal had been that Dan was showing how much of a football fan he was with a Longhorns inspired helmet, looking almost exactly like a football one. Em was there in the background as his assistant, iPad in her arms as she tracked what they were doing. Dan was in his element while he showed off for the students. The cheerleaders were doing a performance that she watched and Em started feeling self conscious around them.

It was stupid. She was nearly thirty, of course she didn’t look like a teenager. But the night in the bar had started her insecurities going wild and this was nearly as bad again. Just the idea that she and Dan wouldn’t have the same kind of time together. It was weird and kind of hurt and she stood as in the background as her black and yellow shirt would let her.

“You ok?” Dan asked as he came over and she nodded her head.

“Never better Danny. Just tired.”

“Y’know, right? It’s you and me.” He reached out to squeeze her hand and she squeezed back to let his words wash over her.

“I know. You know too?”

“Always, Emmy.”

The next two days just felt like constant work and she was thriving on it. Race weekends had a carefully constructed schedule down to the minute and she knew exactly what she was doing. It was standing in the background watching interviews happen, or running between Renault and the FIA if something was needed. Officially she shouldn’t have, but when Cyril mentioned he needed someone to do something she volunteered when there was time. Everyone had to pitch in together and she was happy to.

During FP2 someone found her in hospitality, depositing a parcel for her. It was her jeans and she grinned before wrapping them back up to bring with her to the hotel. It was constantly running doing things, making sure that the weekend was kept on track for them. Em barely remembered what she was doing between sleeping and back to the track. Her usual broken race weekend sleep continued, but it was a little bit easier than usual. Maybe it was Austin or maybe it was the good mood in the Renault camp but it was everything for her.

It was getting ready for the race when Dan noticed her jeans. Em could feel him eyeing her up from across the hotel room as she slipped her feet back into her cowboy boots. Instead of her traditional Renault gear she’d put a Longhorns jersey on, Dan grinning and pressing a kiss to where her neck and shoulder met.

“Are you sure we have something to do today? We can totally stay here,” he murmured but Em turned around to look at him.

“You have a race, mister. A race where I’m so confident you’re going to get good points today.”

“Oh really? How confident?” A raised eyebrow made Em feel brave.

“Blowjob confident, Baby. Finish above ninth and I’ll give you one the second we’re alone.” Dan squeezed her, pulling her in for a kiss before they had to go be professional and get their shit done. But they squeezed hands before leaving the room, Em’s iPad and schedule firmly in the Kate Spade tote bag she loved. It was the first one Dan had bought her that she accepted from him because it wasn’t too expensive and it fit everything she needed for a busy race day. It didn’t take long for him to get her others, but she still came back to the original one.

The morning of the race was always weird for her. She met Chloe for breakfast in the paddock, feeling awkward sitting in Racing Point hospitality even though she knew it was ok for her to be there. Chloe’s dad introduced himself too, and Em waved at Lance when he spotted her there. She didn’t know the younger Canadian well, but she knew he was friends with Dan’s teammate for next year and Dan got along with him. It was more than enough for her to like him.

Before long it was back to the garage, her earplugs in before she slipped her well used headphones on over them. Em stood beside Blake while everyone went on the grid. Technically her pass let her onto the grid, but she never did it. She’d rather stay there and know she was where she belonged than risk making a mistake. So she watched as everyone started coming in and the formation lap happened, and the Sky F1 commentary was piped into her ears with lights out and away we go.

Every single race meant she worried about Dan. She worried about going into turn one, about racing incidents, about something just breaking mid race. But she watched as he kept going and pushing forward, careful overtakes and following strategy. She stayed there in her spot for the entire 56 laps, eyes on the yellow dot on the map that marked Dan’s car. As long as she lived the adrenaline would never stop, the worry she felt watching him slip into the car. She couldn’t imagine watching him getting into one without the halo on, but she knew he was more used to driving without it than with it.

The final lap her heart was in her throat as Lando seemed to catch up, but Dan managed to get through the chequered flag in sixth. The garage was cheering and she grabbed Blake into a hug as they celebrated. It had been such a hard couple of weeks with races and this was huge. Both drivers in the points, Renault as good as assured fifth in the constructors unless something huge happened. Considering how the season had begun it was good news. Dan grabbed them both in for a hug when he got back after doing his media round, slipping behind a stack of tyres to kiss Em in celebration. Usually she’d refuse, but she couldn’t help kiss him back quickly before he went for a debrief.

The plan was set, they were heading out to a bar Dan knew about for drinks, Scotty declining his and Chloe’s invitation to spend time with her family. While Dan was debriefing Em agreed to pack up Dan’s bag from his driver’s room. She’d gotten everything together and was sitting on the massage table, legs swinging from the height as she waited. Could she head downstairs? Sure. But Dan had completed his end of the bet, she wasn’t going to make him lose out on it.

“Ready to go? I figured we can head out and shower in the hotel before barbecue and drinks.” Dan grinned seeing her, his hands on either side of her hips as he kissed her.

“Nearly. I believe I promised something the second we’re alone.”

“I figured the hotel.”

“Nope.” Em reached up to kiss him before pushing Dan away slightly, sipping off the table and getting onto her knees. His hands moved to the side of her head as Em stared up with wide eyes and puckered lips. Her hands were quick to undo his jeans and pull them and his briefs down so she could pull him out. Dan was half hard without her touching him but once she began kissing up and down his shaft and moving her hand before she began working him fully.

She didn’t know how long she knelt there, head bobbing up and down with Dan’s hands in her hair as he murmured praises to her. Before Dan she’d hated going down on anyone, but the constant praise and support from him meant it had become easy now. She hummed the way she knew made him go insane, feeling him against her throat as his hips thrust shallowly.

“Fuck, Emmy, Baby, I’m gonna cum,” It was a strangled groan as Dan did, Em not moving away until he was finished. She pulled off as he half sagged against the massage table. He helped pull her up from the hard linoleum floor and pulled her in for a hug. Dan leaned in to kiss her as she went to move away, putting himself back together with his free hand.

“Congrats on sixth, Danny.” She grinned and he dove in for a kiss, tasting and holding her closely.

“You’re amazing, you know that right? Like you didn’t need to do that.”

“I wanted to.” They stayed like that making out until a knock on the door disturbed them.

“You two nearly ready? People are starting to wonder where the fuck Dan is!” It was Blake, and Em blushed while she leaned her head against Dan’s chest.

“Yeah Em was filling me in on the off week stuff! We’ll be out in a few.” He looked at her and had a soft smile, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I swear if we didn’t need to get out of here I’d have you across that table right now. But that’d take at least an hour and we don’t have time for that.”

“Smooth, Ricciardo. Smooth.” She checked herself in the mirror before picking up her bag and making sure she was presentable to leave.

“I try. New jeans?”

“I found a place that does custom denim. Was it a good idea?”

“My emotional support ass looks excellent in them.” She laughed but Dan pulled her back before letting them leave. “You always look good. Do they feel good?”

“They’re soft. Even the seams feel good.”

“It’s what you deserve, Emmy. We can go into it tomorrow to take a look?”

It was a squeeze of her hand before they left, Em slightly ahead of Dan so he could watch her ass move in the dark denim. Talking to everyone was fun, the travelling staff planning on going to the hotel bar for drinks and food before the early flight in the morning. Instead she was heading back to the UK with the boys on Tuesday morning. It was a wave and a promise to talk to people in the factory next time she was in Enstone as she left with everyone.

They stopped at the hotel to change before food, the four of them sitting around a table at a barbecue restaurant with food placed in front of them. All of the sides came in giant baskets to be split between them, but Em’s brisket came on its own plate so she could have that at least. She was happy enough with that, but a few moments later a plate was put in front of her with fries and broccoli just for her. A glance at Dan told her everything she needed to know about the reason she had it.

The bar choice that night was a random place advertising line dancing that they ended up in, a couple of other drivers arriving too. Charles came to their booth with Pierre, the two speaking in French while Em held on a little with them.

“Anglais? Ma français n’est pas bien mais je suis bourré.” She got the words out to make Charles laugh, Pierre surprised at her language skills.

“Je te l’ai dit! Elle dit français. Sorry, Ems, we’ll stick to English. Pear didn’t think you actually spoke French.”

“E tu aiuti l’Italiano! But no, that’s my language skills. How’re you boys doing? Is this as fun as Vegas for you Charles?”

“Eh.” Pierre wriggled his hand and Charles shook his head, so she decided the best thing to do was get a tray of shots for the table. Was it healthy? No. But she knew secondhand what the Red Bull pressure was like and had seen how this year had been for him. If she could make it a little easier she would for the Frenchman.

It wasn’t long until Dan came over to her, pressing kisses to her cheek and holding her tight. She leaned against him and missed his first question until he spoke again.

“Wanna go back, Babe? I think I owe you.” She flushed but the dark of the bar stopped it from being obvious as she said her goodbyes, the two of them leaving to get a cab back to the hotel. Dan’s hands barely left her for the entire trip, and as soon as they made it to the hotel room he had her up on the desk as he got to his knees for one of his favourite things.

After they were both completely satisfied and ready for bed they were curled up, Dan’s arms around her as her head lay on his chest.

“I really like Austin,” Em whispered lowly to not break the calm of the night. “Last year I kind of hated it here after your DNF. But I like the city now I’ve spent time here. You spend more time in LA than here though, right?”

“Yeah. Austin’s great though. I keep thinking I should be here more. Maybe we could go on holiday?”

“That’d be nice. It’s the kind of place I could see bringing our kids. I think they’d like somewhere like this.” Her words slurred as sleep pulled her under, but Dan stayed awake for another half hour running her words through his head. Kids with Emmy? He’d never seen a future with a specific woman in his life. But he could see it with her.

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[vinvantae]

ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ

And here it is, the collab with one of my besties @danielfuckingricciardo to celebrate 1k followers

Thank you all so much for support x

The one where Cyril is so fed up of yours and Daniel’s petty feud that he thinks that a pair of flimsy handcuffs will solve everything.

Warnings : smut (gasp! I know! Treasure it, it probably won’t happen again!), light bondage, oral (f receiving), explicit language

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When you got the call that Renault wanted to give you a seat, you were beyond ecstatic. You’d been working for years to get into F1 and it was finally a dream come true. Until you met him. Daniel Ricciardo.

You’re not sure which one of you started it, you wanted to believe it was him as that would make hating him all the more satisfying. Every time you saw the trademark grin the world seemed to love so much, it just made you angry. He was fake. You knew what he was really like, an arrogant, egotistical prick who thought he was better than you because you were a female rookie and he was an experienced widely loved driver.

He liked to stir the pot and every time the media asked him about you, there would always be a sly dig thrown in. It was unfair, because any time you attempted to do the same, your media officer swooped in and shut you up. He already had the public under his boot, you were still earning their favour and he knew it.

The race season had barely begun when the two of you crossed the line that made Cyril snap. He practically dragged you both by the ear to his office after the pair of you had a screaming match in the pitlane - Daniel had called you selfish for not holding up the pack during a safety car restart so he could get a good get away, but you were on newer, fresher tires and with the chance of them overtaking you, you ignored team orders and sped passed at the first opportunity, allowing him to lose two places.

“This has to stop. You two don’t have to like each other but you at least need to be fucking civil. Do you understand?”

“But-“

The Frenchman held his hand up at Dan to silence him. “But nothing. We’ve seen how well the content Redbull put out on YouTube does, we saw it with you and Max, and we want to start doing the same with you two.”

You huffed and sunk down in your chair. “Seeing him on the track is more than enough.”

“Enough, y/n. We’ve got to try and at least make the public think you tolerate each other. We’re going to be a top team and I can’t have this negative energy between my own drivers. Now, get out of my sight. I want you ready to be picked up from the hotel at 8am tomorrow.”

“Happy now? Now you’ve got to spend even more time with me.” Dan spat, as the two of you left the room. But you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, just dipping into your driving room and shutting the door behind you.

It was isolating, not being liked by Daniel, he had the rest of the grid in his pocket so you found yourself spending a lot of time either by yourself or practically tucked under Lewis’ wing, the Brit was more than happy to spend time with you - not taking Daniel’s words at face value and actually getting to know you.

A small part of you hoped that becoming civil with the Australian would maybe show the other drivers you weren’t that bad. That you were funny, witty, kind. Daniel just brought out the worst in you.

You weren’t sure what Cyril had planned for you and your teammate that next day - just that you had a film crew and a first aid team on the minibus with you that next morning. You were squashed between Daniel and Cyril in the front row, the Australian man-spreading and taking over half your seat - uncaring that his warm thighs were against your own. He was looking out the window, tapping his fingers against the open windowsill.

As much as you wanted to wind up the window and crush his thick neck with it, you decided to be on your best behaviour as you were sitting directly next to your boss. You took a deep breath and turned your attention to the man in question.

“Are you going to tell us what the hell we’re doing?” You asked, “Why did we have to drive out to the city for this?”

“Hmm, just some team building activities.” He kept it vague and that only frustrated you more.

Dan cracked a smirk. “You look like a petulant toddler with your arms crossed like that, y/n.”

“Better that than someone’s drunk creepy uncle.” You jabbed back, sitting up straight as the bus pulled outside some random building. “…seriously boss, what the hell is this? Are you gonna just abandon us?”

“Not quite.”

Everyone got out and you stood awkwardly as the camera crew set up all of the equipment, Dan leant down towards you, his voice lowered to a whisper. “Any ideas yet?”

“Not one.” You mumbled, toeing at the floor with the tip of your boot. “Just want this over with.”

“I’m not that bad.” He chuckled.

“Hmm.”

The Australian watched as you stepped away from him - he wasn’t sure what it was about you that frustrated him so much but he got such an evil joy out of making you angry. Perhaps he wouldn’t admit it, but it was the easiest way to get and keep your attention on him. He’d always thought you were attractive but your personality ruined it for him - you were rude, and big-headed. But that didn’t stop him from wanting your focus to be on him, any time there was a chance to have your full attention he would.

He watched as you were handed a comically large envelope by a member of the team and the two of you stood in front of the camera- rehearsed introductions coming out of your mouths before you pulled the card with your ‘task’ out.

“Daniel, y/n. Working together, you will complete a series of tasks throughout the day. If you complete them all, there is a prize in store for you.”

“Is that it?” He chuckled.

“There’s a catch. You will be handcuffed to each other” You grumbled, passing him the note as a member of the team came towards you with a pair of shiny new handcuffs.

“It's a bit flimsier than I’m used to but I’ll make it work.” The Australian smirked, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“Shut up.” You grumbled, a playful lilt in your voice as you tugged at the cuffs now securing your wrists together. “What’s the first task?”

“Buy the ingredients for and then make a sandwich.”

“…you’ve got to be joking.”

“You have half an hour. Starting now.”

Before you could even protest, Dan’s hand wrapped around yours and he began to tug you towards the nearest shop. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you as you nearly stumbled over your own feet. “Slow down!”

“We’re being timed!”

You hated that you were already having fun with him, one stupid little game for a YouTube video shouldn’t make you feel so at ease with a man who’s made you so angry for your entire f1 career so far. But as he threw a packet of grated cheese at you with a playful grin, you couldn’t help but realise that this is how everyone else saw him too.

Easily, you managed to put together a sandwich, each using your free hand to put the ingredients together and as the day progressed the tasks got more and more ridiculous - but Dan’s hand stayed tightly wrapped around yours, making the cuff seem almost entirely unnecessary. You finally got a moment away from the cameras to use the restroom, rubbing at your wrist as they removed the cuff.

“Damn, thought I’d get to wa-.”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” You said, narrowing your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

The insults and petty jabs slowly began to turn into playful jokes and teasing as the weeks went on. The team had you filming videos together every race weekend, and you hated to admit it but you were enjoying it. Not only that, but the rest of the grid seemed to have begun to warm to you, including you in conversations and inside jokes, making an effort to congratulate you when you did well. You wanted to be angry that it was all because of Dan, but the smug smile that was usually on his face when he saw you had started to be replaced with a playful grin instead.

“Okay, so this week is a simple one.” Your PR manager explained, placing two piles of cards in front of you. “Since we’re in Silverstone, Dan, you have to guess what the slang word means.”

“Oh this is a piece of piss, I’ve got this.” Dan grinned, grabbing his pile. “Spent enough time around Brits to know my slang.”

“I bet we’ll catch you out. You’re getting on a bit y’know.” You teased. “Okay… what does plastered mean? Alternatively trollied.”

Dan furrowed his brow at you. “Uhm, what? Can I have it in a sentence?”

“Mate, I got absolutely plastered last night.”

“…uh, purely from context I’m gonna go with… drunk?”

You gave him a slow clap. “Good job old man. That’s one! Okay, what about dodgy?”

“Oh! That's suspicious or a bit off.”

Surprisingly, Dan seemed to know more words than you thought he would, but as you flipped over the last card you burst out laughing. “Seriously guys? You can’t be real.”

“What is it?”

You held up the card and in big bold letters was written the word shag. “Are you seriously gonna post this on the channel?”

“No, but I thought it would make you laugh. Make him guess what it means.” The PR manager laughed, a playful smile on her face.

“Isn’t it just a rug? Like a carpet?”

You groaned. “I’m gonna have to put it in a sentence for him aren't I?”

“Please do, I’m very confused why everyone’s laughing except me.” He chuckled.

A soft hum left your lips as you thought. You decided to test the waters a little, see how far your ‘friendship’ with your colleague had come in the last couple of weeks. You gave a look at your PR manager and she turned off the camera - clearly aware that you didn’t want proof of this ‘joke’ anywhere.

“I know that Dan is my teammate, but I’d shag him…” you smirked, Dan’s eyes widening a little. “Fucking hate that word, it’s so gross sounding.”

“..kill him? I don’t know, honestly.” He laughed, his eyes flickered between you and the PR manager, both of you very clearly holding back laughter. “Well if it’s not that then… oh?”

You giggled and his eyes went wide.

“Oh.” The Australian chuckled softly. “If I knew all it would take to get you to like me was film some videos I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

Your cheeks flushed a little but you composed yourself enough to record the ending to the video without the nerves winning. This was the first time you’d felt those weird bubbles in your tummy around him - usually it was just pure rage but this? This was something.

The PR manager gave you a playful wink before leaving you both alone. This was probably one of the first times you’d been alone with him where you didn’t have the overwhelming urge to throttle him where he stood.

“So… you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Play dumb. It was a joke… right?

His lips curved into a wicked smirk. “You know exactly what, doll.”

Your cheeks flushed dark. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t… I just thought it would be funny. Don’t make it weird, Ricciardo.”

“How am I making it weird?”

When you turned around you practically headbutted his chest. He was so close, but, instead of taking a step back you looked up at him - his honey coloured eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know how.”

“So weird that you’re staying put, huh?” Your breath caught in your throat as his hand briefly ghosted over your waist. He leant in close and lowered his voice to a whisper. “See you later, doll.”

You swallowed heavily as he brushed past you to leave the room, his hand purposefully touching your waist once more. It hurt to admit, but this wasn’t the first time you’d had inappropriate thoughts about your teammate; it was the first time however where you weren’t completely grossed out by yourself.

The idea of his hands on you, suddenly didn’t seem too bad and you’re sure that’s not what Cyril had in mind when you started filming together, but things had definitely got interesting.

*** smut and besties part is below ***

Another race weekend provides a welcome distraction from the feelings stirring deep inside of you. Keeping your head in the game and your eyes on the car in front of you, you manage to take your first podium of the season. Sure, it was only third place, but to you it felt as though you had won the championship.

As you hop out of your car, you immediately begin to celebrate, raising your fist in the air and pumping it to a non-existent rhythm like an overexcited DJ in some shitty club.

You look across to Lewis as he throws himself out of his car, taking another win and another advancing step towards his next championship trophy. He immediately spots you and races toward you, wrapping you in the tightest, bone-crushing hug as he lifts you and spins you around.

“You were amazing out there! Even had me worried for a second.” He chuckles as he gently places you back down on the tarmac, and you can’t help but laugh back in response.

“I think Daniel was more of a threat to you than me, but thank you for stroking my ego.” You respond, playfully slapping his arm with your gloved hand.

Lewis opens his mouth as if to speak but quickly closes it as he makes eye contact with your teammate behind you. They quickly embrace in that weird way guys do, linking hands and offering each other a quick pat on the back before Lewis walks away to grab his water bottle, leaving you and Daniel alone.

“Had me looking in my mirrors there, Doll, some real tense shit I tell ya.” Daniel says, offering you an awkward chuckle and a smile.

“Another lap and I’d have had you for sure. But you smashed it, Ricciardo. Nice one.” You say, giving him a quick wink and holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Oh, so Lewis gets a hug and I get a handshake? I see how it is.” Daniel says, quirking his eyebrow slightly at you.

“Oh, alright then, Ricciardo, desperate much?” You tease, pulling him in for a tight hug, rubbing his back gently with your palm as he returns the gesture.

“I have a present for you later, a surprise, after all the podiums and press and stuff.” He whispers in your ear, and your eyebrows furrow.

“What sort of a surprise?” You respond.

“Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, would it?” He says, causing you to roll your eyes as he pulls away from the hug to take a sip from his water bottle.

Despite his sarcasm, you couldn’t help but smile. Between wondering just what Daniel might have in store for you later, the heavenly sight before you of the man who had been giving you butterflies for weeks, and your first ever podium in F1, you were positively elated and grinning with excitement.

You look up at Daniel, noticing his tight grip around his bottle as he gulps down his beverage, his Adam’s apple flexing as he does so, sweat dripping down the sides of his neck, his face flushed red with sweaty curls plastered to his forehead, and suddenly those all-too-familiar butterflies reappear once again in your stomach.

Daniel twists the lid back on his bottle with his tattooed fingers and looks up, noticing your eyes fixed on him, zoned out and completely oblivious to his gaze.

“Like what you see?” Daniel teases, and you snap out of your trance, searching your brain for something to say that doesn’t make you look like a total weirdo.

“Fuck off Ricciardo.” You retort, turning around to grab your own bottle from the table behind you.

“My hotel room, 10pm. See you later, Doll.” He says, before walking away to prepare for the podium celebrations.

9:57pm. You watch as the alarm clock beside you flashes from a 7 to an 8 and jump up from your tense position on the bed.

Glancing around the room, you wonder what exactly you should bring with you. Keys? Always important if you want to get back into your room later, definitely take those. You tuck them in the pocket of your team hoodie and whirl around the room to look for the next thing. Phone? Dead and charging on the dresser, great. Alcohol? Probably a good call. You grab the un-opened bottle of champagne from the bed that had been left there by housekeeping to celebrate your podium finish and tuck it under your arm before racing out of the door.

9:59pm. You raise your arm to knock on Daniel’s hotel room door, which, thankfully, was only two doors away from your own, and tap your knuckle gently, which pushes the door open.

You tentatively sneak through the gap opened by the unlocked door into the dark room, your vision blurry as your eyes attempt to acclimatise to the darkness.

“Daniel?” You say, squinting to try and locate your teammate’s silhouette in the room. You take a few more steps forward, placing your champagne bottle beside the door frame before fondling the wall to attempt to find the light switch under your fingers.

“If you’re going to jump out and scare me, I will actually kill you, and I’m not even joking. Like I’ll go to jail and you’ll be dead and Cyril will be super pissed off.” You say, stepping further into the room, losing all contact with the walls either side of you in the vast suite.

You hear a noise, and whip around to investigate, only to be met with the sensation of hands covering your eyes from behind you.

“Guess who?” You hear from behind you in that oh-so-familiar Australian accent.

“Mark Webber?” You exclaim sarcastically, before the lights click on, and Daniel removes his hands from your eyes.

“You’re so funny, you know that right, Doll?” He says, his voice monotone and his expression deadpan as you turn to face him.

“Was that my surprise? You attacking me like the demon in some shitty Aussie horror movie knock-off?” You question, shaking your head in disapproval while your mouth twitches into a smile.

“Nope.” He says, reaching for his back pocket. “This is.”

Daniel raises the jangling object before your eyes as he smirks, the metal of the chain clanking against that of the steel cuffs.

“I thought you said those were a little more flimsy than the ones you were used to?” You say, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, I have better ones at home, but for now, they’ll have to do.”

“Do for what?” You question, the familiar butterflies returning to your stomach as your mind races. Was he really asking you to do what you think he was? All signs pointed to yes, and yet you wanted to be sure. A few weeks ago, the two of you could barely even stomach being in the same room as one another, and now? Was he really thinking of handcuffing you to the bed and holding you at his mercy?

“What do you think?” Daniel says, before dropping the handcuffs to his feet with a clatter and placing his hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a sweet first kiss.

Your lips move together in unison as you both scramble to taste one another. The taste of celebratory champagne floods your senses, reminding you of your earlier excitement as you both sought to drench one another in the sweet alcoholic nectar. Your hand works its way up his arm, to his shoulder, and finally settles at the nape of his neck, gently tugging on his curls as you seek to bring him even closer into you.

As Daniel pulls away to catch his breath, your hand remains in his hair, still slightly damp from his post-race shower, and gently caress his scalp with your fingers.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He says between exhausted breaths. His thumb travels down your face to gently touch your soft lips, the spot which, moments ago, he had just kissed for the first time.

“No longer than me, I bet.” You whisper against his touch, laughing slightly at the absurdity of the situation. You always assumed he had hated you. All those snide remarks and comments made in passing to the press and the other drivers leading you to one possible conclusion. Only now did you realise there was maybe something else behind them all. Perhaps it was a way of dealing with his feelings? Not unlike a little boy pulling the pigtails of the girl he likes in the playground to get her attention.

“Now, Doll, you’re going to have to be a good girl and not pull those handcuffs too hard, okay? I stole them from Cyril after filming, and I don’t think he’ll be too happy if he finds them broken.” Daniel says, pressing his lips to your ear so that you feel his every word.

You nod your head in response, finding yourself speechless once again in response to your teammate.

“Use your words, Doll. I need you to promise me you’ll be good.” He says, his voice low.

“I promise I’ll be good.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper as you feel a throbbing sensation building in your core.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Daniel says, before claiming your lips once again with his own.

Unlike the previous kiss, this one is more forceful, more passionate. He wraps his arms around your waist, his fingers tucking beneath the soft material of your hoodie and willing it up and over your head, breaking the kiss for a moment before returning his lips to yours.

You rest your hands on his hips, gently tracing upwards underneath his shirt with your fingers, caressing the soft skin of his toned abs with your fingertips. He breaks the kiss once again to quickly discard his shirt to the floor, allowing you to free reign to roam his tanned chest with your hands.

You brush your palms slowly up his body, before wrapping your hands around his neck and clasping your fingers below his nape, pulling your own body even closer to him.

“Fuck, (y/n), I want you so bad.” Daniel says as he pulls his lips away from yours.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You say, attempting to take control as your left hand travels back down his body and into the soft material of his sweatpants. You wrap your hand around the base of his hardening cock and use your fingertips to tease the sensitive underside.

Daniel whimpers under your touch, his head tipping back as an expression of pure pleasure graces his face.

He regains his composure as you remove your hand from his shaft, and he presses his forehead against your own. “No.” He says, “tonight, Doll, it’s all about you.”

You tilt your head upwards, your eyes meeting his as the tips of your noses graze one another. His deep brown eyes sparkle in the dim yellow light of the room as he gazes into yours with a look of hunger and desire.

Daniel grabs your ass firmly in his hands before lifting you and throwing you down on the soft sheets of the bed. You gasp at the sudden action, a smirk playing on your lips as he retrieves the handcuffs he had previously discarded on the floor.

Eager to be a good girl for Daniel, you hold your hands up above your head, aligning them with the metal post in the centre of the bed. Daniel chuckles at you as he walks over to the side of the bed, taking a seat beside you on the mattress as he unlocks the handcuffs.

“Such a good girl for me.” Daniel muses as he tightens the first cuff around your wrist, “is that okay?” He asks, and you nod. He wraps the metal chain around the bed frame before taking your other wrist in his fingers, closing the cuff with his opposite hand.

You arch your back off the bed, and the chain of the cuffs rattles and strains against the bed frame.

“Remember what I said, Doll, we don’t want to break those cuffs, do we?” Daniel questions as he climbs onto the bed, kneeling between your open thighs.

“No, Daniel. I’ll be careful.” You respond, and he hums contentedly, before placing his hands on your shoulders, tucking his fingers beneath your bra straps. He gently pulls the straps aside and kisses the flesh they had once covered. His hands softly travel up and down your arms as he continues to kiss your chest, his head moving slowly down between your breasts, down your stomach, and eventually to the lace of your panties.

Daniel kisses you over the fabric, reducing the distance between each kiss as he edges closer and closer to your sensitive clit. As he finally makes contact, his lips pressing the fabric firmly against your clit, you let out a soft moan. Daniel chuckles against you, the vibrations of his voice driving you crazy. If you weren’t being such a good girl for him, you would have surely bucked your hips up into his face, forcing even more contact with him. But you wanted to be good for him.

“These damn things are in my way, can I take them off?” Daniel says, lifting his head to look up at you.

“Yes, Daniel.” You whine, nodding your head quickly, hoping that the quicker you nod the sooner his lips will be on you once again.

He wraps his fingers in the lacy fabric and slowly begins to pull them down your thighs, the pads of his fingertips grazing the soft skin of your outer thighs as he does so. You rub your thighs together, hoping to replace the sensation of Daniel between your legs, but it just doesn't feel the same.

He discards your panties to the floor with the rest of your clothing and returns to you, his eyes focused on his target as he dips his head down, licking a stripe from your pussy to your clit. The sensation of his tongue on you sends a feeling of electricity through your entire body. You wanted more.

Daniel grips your hips with his fingers, rubbing small circles into your flesh with the pads of his thumbs. He looks up at you once again, an expression of pure ecstasy on your face allowing him a smug smile as he dips his head once more, burying his tongue in your hole.

His nose presses against your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, the muscle expertly pressing as deep as possible to pleasure you.

“Fuck, Daniel.” You moan as he slides a finger into your entrance, lubricated with a combination of your juices and his own saliva. His tongue moves to work on your clit as he slides a second finger inside you, stretching you out and moving even deeper within you than his tongue was able.

He grazes the sensitive bundle of nerves with his teeth, causing your back to suddenly arch up off of the bed, a moan escaping your lips you were unable to stifle.

“I want to hear you, Doll.” Daniel says against you, “Don’t hold back.”

His fingers continue to thrust in and out of you, and with the sensation of his words against your clit, you feel your orgasm begin its approach, soft moans escaping your lips with every movement.

Your senses are overwhelmed as Daniel persists in fucking you with his fingers, his lips and tongue still toying with your clit. Your back arches up off of the bed to pull him in even deeper, straining the handcuffs against the bed frame. As you get closer and closer to your undoing, you find yourself caring far less about being good, with Daniel’s warning to not strain the flimsy cuffs drowned out by the sensation of immense pleasure.

Daniel flashes his eyes up towards you as he hears the jangle of the chain against the bed and chuckles into you once again, continuing his assault on your clit, his fingers speeding up and curling inside you, hitting just the right spot.

He sucks hard on your clit and your vision goes blurry as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy tightening around his fingers as you are consumed by the feeling of ecstasy. Your back arches once again and the metal cuffs strain and snap, releasing your hands from their restrained position at the head of the bed.

Still deep in pleasure, you use your hands to grip Daniel’s curls, rubbing at his scalp with your fingertips, completely forgetting that you had previously been restrained.

“I told you to be careful Doll.” Daniel says as he removes his fingers from inside you, adjusting his position so that he is laid next to you in the bed.

You realise your mistake, and gently touch the broken cuffs adorning each of your wrists, offering Daniel a shy smile of apology.

“I can always buy Cyril some new ones, he probably didn’t even realise I took ‘em.” He says, before taking the fingers that had previously been inside you and sucking them clean.

You look over at Daniel and stare at him in wonder. His curls sweaty and plastered to his forehead as they had been after the race, his nose, lips and chin glistening with your juices - you were certain you had never seen a sight as beautiful in your entire life.

“You’re like, really good at that.” You say, turning your body to face Daniel. He does the same, laying beside you so close your lips are practically touching once again.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” Daniel responds, and you roll your eyes, unable to suppress a giggle as he smiles smugly at you.

“Well, you’re definitely, like, top five, Ricciardo.” You say, and he fakes being hurt, bringing his hand to his chest dramatically in faux shock.

“Top five? I’m not podium material?” He laughs, and you giggle at him.

“That’s P4 Daniel, I repeat, P4” You tease, and he slaps you gently on the arm.

“Okay, so… what now?” Daniel says between chuckles.

“I brought champagne, we could have a glass, or three, and maybe afterwards I could do to you what you did to me? I mean, you did beat me today, It’s only fair.” You say, pointing to the bottle of champagne you had left on the floor prior to being ambushed by Daniel in the dark.

“Sounds like a plan, Doll” Daniel says, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before jumping up out of bed to retrieve the bottle.

Just a few weeks ago, the two of you could barely stand the sight of one another. Now, you found yourself laying in Daniel’s bed, awaiting the first, and definitely not the last, sleepless night in each other’s company. And it’s all thanks to a stupid team challenge, and a flimsy pair of handcuffs.

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Eeeeeeee, I hope you loved it 🧡 thank you again, Will. Love you so much, collaborating on this with you was so much fun x

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[dear-ao3]

A different anon but as someone deeply fascinated by Esteban Ocon and the redbull musical chairs here are some extra notes:

Estie bestie is currently at Alpine formerly Renault since 2020. And back in 2018 (ie when he was in Racing Point) there were rumors linking him to the Renault seat Daniel would take in 2019 so that’s possibly why his and Lances friendship survived

Unrelated but Alpine/Renault is currently the Frenchest team to ever French. It is (or at least was) partly owned by the French government through their stake in Renault (Alpine got renamed cause Alpine is the sports car brand of Renault. Not that they make any sports cars I believe they made maybe one in 2017). The current two Alpine drivers are the aforementioned Estie bestie and Pierre Gasly (both French. Also childhood friends to enemies to they have to tolerate each other now) and while their current reserve driver is an Australian, he will hopefully for his own good take a page out of his countryman’s Oscar Piastris book and hightail it out of there for his own good. The most likely replacement for him would be Victor Martins. Also French. The Alpine factories are in Enstone (UK) and Viry (France) so that’s the least French part of that team

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming of rbr 2nd seat:

So rbr started by buying the Jaguar team in mid 2000s after afaik getting fed up by Sauber who they used to sponsor. Also at that time Sauber was sponsored by Petronas, Mercedes’ current title sponsor. Fun fact

The two drivers that they started with was David Coulthard who no one cares about in this story and Mark Webber, Australian, first victim of rbr 2nd seat shenanigans

At some point (for the 2009 season I think?) Seb Vettel, German, certifiable little shit at that time, replaces Coulthard

Insert a highlight reel of Seb Vettels warcrimes between ~2010 - 2013, which culminate in Multi-21 Mark Webber retiring after the 2013 season. He gets replaced by Toro Rosso driver/Red Bull junior Daniel Ricciardo, Australian, happy go lucky guy and our next victim in a couple of years

2014 brings new regs for the cars and Red Bull struggles to adapt. For context Seb went from a 9 win streak at the end of 2013 to no podiums in 2014. Yeah. So he runs away to Ferrari for 2015 to become a victim of Italian incompetence instead

He gets replaced by Daniil Kvyat, Russian, the most forgettable man in this story. Also he is pretty new into F1, it’s his second or third year there

2015 is sorta meh for rbr but the two Daniels are sorta even. And then 2016 happens

Here’s the thing; Daniil decides to play bumper cars in Russia and China right off the bat at the beginning of the season, one of the victims being former rbr golden child Seb. Now there’s more lore that I don’t remember but it culminates in him being replaced for Spain 2016 by Max Verstappen, Dutch, aged like 18 at that time

Max goes on to win his first race with Red Bull because Mercedes (the best team on the grid) is in the throes of a civil war and their drivers take each other out. There could be novels written about those two drivers btw

The next two and half years are a slow process of the garage slowly going from preferring Danny Ric to preferring Max. Highlights include Baku 2018 and then Dans redemption win in Monaco the same year. There could be novels about this as well but we culminate in Dan leaving for Renault

And then we get to the real musical chairs. He gets replaced by Pierre Gasly, French, third victim of rbr 2nd seat

He has a shite start to the season and ends up getting replaced by Alex Albon, Thai, a rookie that year, midway through the season after Christian Horner, Mr Ginger spice, swore up and down he won’t

Intermission: Toro Rosso liked playing musical chairs as well and Pierre Gasly only got an F1 seat at the last few races for 2017, Alex got told he’s racing in 2019 (his first season) days before preseason testing. With no experience in an F1 car. And there’s a world of difference between a shit car (Toro Rosso) and a good car (Red Bull). Yeah they were ultimately victims of rbrs shitty management, especially Alex since he does wonders in a Williams now

Rbr decides to drop Alex after 2020. Except they usually promote Toro Rosso drivers and the two Toro Rosso drivers right now? Pierre Gasly and Daniil Kvyat. Yeah

So they end up hiring Sergio ‘Checo’ Pérez, Mexican, who knows if he will be racing next year. Idk if he got an extension or if they hired him for four years, either way his contract is supposed to last until end of 2024 season but right now how Mr Ginger spice is acting… yeah

Also, Daniel just came back to rbr as a driver for Alpha Tauri (former Toro Rosso) after a mid season swap that was widely regarded as shittily done so there are very little contract issues that would stop Red Bull from hiring him, a marketing departments golden boy, a good friend of Max, as the second driver to maybe finally have a good team

(Red Bull has never ended 1-2 in drivers standings. Checo is currently second but Sir Lewis Hamilton can do wonders sometimes)

So to reiterate the seat movements:

It’s Webber -> Ricciardo -> Gasly -> Albon -> Perez in that metaphorical seat which when rb had a clear first and second drivers it was usually second drivers seat

And (Coulthard ->) Vettel -> Kvyat -> Verstappen for that other seat. The one that if rb had a clear first and second drivers was usually first (Vettel, Verstappen after ~2018)

Bonus fun fact about Liam Lawson, one of the threats for Checos seat:

He is born in 2002. He’s younger than Fernando Alonso’s career by several months, upwards to a year

He is the guy that knocked Verstappen out of quali in Q2 in Singapore and consequently broke the several year long streak of at least one car always in Q3 that Red Bull has been holding

There is always a debate if he has a guaranteed seat from rbr or not at some point. There were rumors of a guaranteed for 2025 a while ago but who knows…

Sorry for rambling so much I have thoughts haha

forgot i’ve been sitting on this ask for a month lol but yes. red bull second seat drama is indeed fascinating. and now there is aparently another rumor that arthur leclerc might come up to f1 through racing bulls (alpha tauri) which would disrupt the process again.

#i love watching the red bull team in shock horror #i don’t always like them but they provide good entertainment #not a tag #from saph #f1

[jacs33]

The Bet

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Pierre had recently been demoted back to Toro Rosso so some of the drivers had decided to take him out for a few drinks to try and cheer him up while they were in Singapore, because honestly he needed this even if they had to drag him out. Luckily that wasn’t the case, as he was more than ready to drink to forget what had happened.

When they arrived at the club, they quickly found a table for the small group of drivers that contested of a Renault driver Daniel Ricciardo, the Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc, also known as one of Pierre’s closest friends, The Toro Rosso driver turned teammate Daniil Kvyat, and finally his former Red Bull teammate Max Verstappen.

“Tonight there will be no talk of what we do for a living, we’re here for fun.” Daniel said to the group of drivers as they sat down.

“It’s called a job Dan, a fun and dangerous job. But I agreed.” Daniil Kvyat, Daniel Ricciardo’s former teammate said to the Australian man.

“Agreed.” Everyone else around the table said, happy to just let go and have fun.

“Great, I’ll get the first round.” Daniel said, getting up and going to the bar. After ordering the shots of vodka he walked back to the table with the shots. “Let’s try not to get wasted tonight.” He said, setting the tray on the table.

“The guy that loves to get drunk is telling us not to get wasted. Who are you and what have you done to the Daniel I know?” Max laughed out while grabbing a shot.

“Someone has to be reasonable for you children.” Daniel replied with a joking smile, but soon bursted out laughing when he got complaints from the group.

“We picked the wrong driver for that.” Max said, knowing that Daniel is one of the least responsible one on the grid, especially when there’s alcohol involved, causing the Australian man to send him a jokily hurt look.

The group had been there for a few hours, every single one of them were drunk, Daniel being the worst. But of course Daniel was starting to find it boring, along with the rest of the guys, which gave them the not so good idea to make a bet with Pierre.

“Pierre, I have a bet for you.” Daniel said to the French driver. It was one of his bets that he knew that he wouldn’t turn down.

“Oh?” Pierre asked, suddenly interested as was the rest of the drivers.

“It’s pretty simple actually. Just find a girl, ask her out, then stand her up the night of the date.” Daniel tells him.

“Bonus if you get in her bed tonight then stand her up for the date.” Max added in quickly.

“What do I get out of this bet?” An interested Pierre said.

“A pretty girl to fuck.” Daniel said.

“Perfect task for the manwhore of the paddock.” Charles added jokingly.

“So are you down?” Daniel asked.

“Fuck yes.” Pierre said while searching the crowded club for his target. “See you guys later.” He added getting up after finding the target and walking up to her.

“Good luck!” They all shout at him with a smirk, causing him to chuckle.

“Hey” He says sitting in the empty seat next to her at the bar.

“Hello, can I help you?” The girl says looking at him.

“I just want to get to know you. I’m Pierre.” Pierre told her.

“Well Pierre, maybe I just want to be left alone.” She says, looking away from him.

“You would’ve walked away from me if that was true. What’s your name?” He said with a smile ordering them a drink.

“Aurora” She replied. “And I could still walk away from you Pierre.” She said while taking the drink. “But I got a free drink out of it so I guess I should stick around.” She added.

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He said with a smile. “I’ll buy all your drinks if you dance with me.” He added.

“Sure, but it better be something better than this fucking fruity ass drink Pierre.” She told the Frenchman while getting up. Her godfather taught her better than just settle for anything other than Vodka and hard stuff. The light stuff to her was for weaklings.

Pierre smiled while leading her to the dance floor. “Deal” he said, pulling her close once arriving to the dance floor and dancing with her. He could tell that she’s been here for a while, she wasn’t to the point that she was drunk yet though. Which was good as if he wanted to go through with the bonus of the bet, he didn’t want to take advantage of the drunk girl.

Aurora decided it was time to let go and to start actually having fun with Pierre after twenty minutes of dancing normally plus a few more shots. So she started to dance against him while wrapping her arms around his neck.

Pierre rested his hands on her hips, burying his head in the crook of her neck with a smirk. “Where’d you learn to dance like this?”

“Personal reasons.” She replied. “Reasons you don’t get to know about since I just met you.”

“Mysterious aren’t you?” He mumbled against her neck causing her breathing to hitch slightly.

“I wouldn’t say mysterious, just-” Aurora started to say but got caught off by him kissing her neck, causing her to bite her lip.

“Want to finish that sentence Aurora?” He asked the girl while kissing and sucking lightly on her neck. “Or we could just get out of here.”

“What’s the rush?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“There isn’t one. I just think we need to take this somewhere private.” He said, pulling away from her neck and looking at her.

“There’s nothing to take for privacy.” Aurora told him, getting lost in his eyes. She was always one to fall quickly for someone, and the Frenchman has her trapped.

Pierre could tell that he had her where he needed her, he just needed to wrap this up. Which is why he pulled the girl in for a deep kiss, causing her to kiss him back.

“We can go back to mine.” She whispered against his lips, pulling him to the door.

“Okay.” He said following her, sending a smirk to his obvious drunk group, chuckling quietly when they all gave him a thumbs up.

Aurora woke up alone in her hotel room with a slight headache, she knew she wasn’t really drunk last night. She remembered everything clearly, and she was kinda disappointed to see that Pierre had left already, which she should have expected, but what was unexpected to her was a note left for her to meet him at a restaurant at a certain time.

Pierre walked into the Paddock that morning for Free practice and qualifying later that day, he actually felt quite better after last night.

“How’d last night go?” Charles said as he started to walk with him.

“Amazing, the only step now is not to show up tonight. Now I’m just thinking about what I’m doing during that time.” Pierre said.

“Can’t help you there. Daniel is the best with plans.” Charles said, patting his back with a chuckle.

“I heard my name?” Daniel said, suddenly popping up behind the drivers, laughing as the both of them jumped.

“How the fuck do you do that?” They both asked the Australian man. “It’s like you have super hearing or something.” Pierre added.

“That was creepy, but I was actually walking a little behind you two. So you banged the hot chick from last night?” Daniel asked with a smirk.

“Yes.” Pierre said. “She’ll be at this random restaurant I picked here. While I’ll be doing something somewhere else.”

“You know the worst way to stand someone up?” Daniel asked the Frenchman.

“No?” He questioned.

“Show up at the same restaurant with a different date, act like you don’t know her.” Daniel chuckled.

“Wouldn’t that be mean?” Pierre questioned.

“Dude, you slept with her then ditched this morning, then you're standing her up. I don’t think you can get meaner than that.” Daniel said.

“Daniel has a point. If you're ripping her heart out then you should probably rip it out all the way.” Charles told him. “Good thing you won’t see her again in your life.” Charles added.

Aurora was waiting for Pierre at the restaurant, she was a little early as she was kinda excited. She actually felt at ease with him last night, it felt nice for once. Only she never planned for him to show up with another woman, a more beautiful woman at that, or for them to be seated across from what was supposed to be their table. It hurt her to see, but she refused to show the emotion that she felt on the inside, not wanting to give the man that satisfaction. No, she was simply going to enjoy her night, then go to her hotel room crying into a tub of ice cream while planning his murder, or maybe go to her godfather, Kimi Raikkonen hotel room to do just that.

Pierre personally wasn’t expected to be across from Aurora, he just wanted to walk past her to see the realization of the situation, maybe she’s reacted to the situation also. Only she didn’t have a reaction, she just ignored him and went on with the night until she finished her dinner and left. He wouldn’t have continued the bet if he knew what he’d find out tomorrow.

#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #pierre gasly #charles lecrelc #daniil kvyat #ferrari f1 #ferrari #red bull f1 #red bull formula 1 #formula 1 #mclaren #kimi räikkönen #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly x reader #renault f1 #toro rosso #alpha tauri

[fcb-mv33]

red bull deserved the apology from daniel, let's not get it twisted and rewrite history like drive to survive did. he left no warning he chose to look for a seat elsewhere without warning and choose to accept that seat before telling the team. red bull was not the villain in dan's exit from the team, the reverse was true. they would never have had to promote pierre before he was ready had daniel told them his plans in time because they could've pursued other drivers more experienced drivers before their drives were locked up elsewhere. instead pierre was literally the only option because they weren't going to put a rookie in the red bull so that ruled alex out until they seemed happy with his progress with toro rosso and it ruled the other red bull academy gang out too and hartley was already out of his seat at toro rosso so they weren't going to hand him to the keys to the red bull and they were never going to put kvyat back in the red bull. I'm not going defend or excuse horner or helmet because they were shitty but let's not pretend the initial pierre gets the red bull seat was all sunshine and rainbows until the fairytale went wrong. had daniel stuck to his contract or given more of a heads up so they could've gotten another driver sooner is probably the biggest what if for dans career and for pierres too because we'll never know how pierre would've done had he not been made to jump before he was ready. as for dan it's common believe that he lost any chance of a wdc the moment he left red bull. dan did a shitty move and he did it again at renault and let's be clear he did burn bridges there. red bull were willing to overlook their burned bridges to build new ones with him and giving him a place to rebuild and to support him. as for pierre alex though I'm not going to say they weren't done wrong or dirty but red bull didn't throw them out with the trash alex became a test and reserve driver and had the teams support and backing to drive in other series and to pursue the williams seat, they let pierre out of his contract so he could move to alpine and wished him the best which does not happen in this sport see how otmar and alpine have handled the oscar situation like had red bull had have as much energy as alpine had yikes and red bull would've actually had a case pierres career would've been screwed. red bull being the villains might make the best clickbait for likes and views but they've never behaved as badly as the other teams.

Well shit bestie you are spitting facts left, right and center aren’t you.

But no I agree with all this. It was so so easy to make Red Bull but especially Christian and Max the big bad villains and the reason why Daniel jumped ship when the dude opted to leave after giving Red Bull the idea he was going to resign. Then he decided after literally a year to fuck off to Mclaren for more money and what he thought was a first seat.

Like his ego of losing to a teenager fucked up his career choices and tbh he should have never left Renault because he would still most likely have a seat🤷🏼‍♀️

#I’m sorry I’m not buying into this Daniel is a victim of Red Bull crap #some of his fans treated and still do treat max awful #his ego has fucked his career #and even his comments about being too big for a midfield car has given me the ick #anon💜

[blorbocedes]

Do you have any opinions in Daniel's couples? Like Dan and Seb. Dan and Jenson. Dan and Lando. Dan and JEV. Dan and ??? If not, it's ok

here's my Dan/Jenson thoughts

I've never read dan/seb but I can definitely see it... daniel having a teammate he could be Friends with instead of being in the older brother position?? and sebastian has chemistry with anything that breathes...

only *I* understand the perfect dando dynamic everyone else gets it wrong. no I will not elaborate.

who the heck is JEV man I just got into f1 yesterday 😭😭😭

I also quite like Daniel/Charles, Dan peer pressuring Charl in Vegas and they do coke off a model's boobs and they're grinding at the club but in a straight girls sticking to each other to be stronger in numbers sort of way. and maybe they get back to the hotel and make out while both of them are thinking of Max but for different reasons, then they apply face mask and order expensive room service and sleep in.

Daniel/Cyril??? i can see that French man willing to do Anything to keep Daniel in Renault....... wine AND dine and treat him right... and that's sort of the loved up he needs...

Daniel/Lewis after doing shrooms at a music festival. they'd be on the same wave length and loosen up from their usual f1 related woes, it's light and happy and floaty...... Daniel laughing into Lewis' asking if he's also seeing a racetrack in the stars and Lewis going 'you're crazy, man, oh my god there's the hairpin'

I hate to say it but I think Lance/Daniel works in a weird way, cause Lance has all that cocky self assuredness that Daniel feigns to have... that's reminiscent of Max, but has none of his accomplishments that makes Dan insecure. and they're partying around the same circles so it would be easy to slip away.

Daniel and his one engaged bestie is compelling too but I don't think Dan would ever do anything about it (coward), unless they're all in Montana and in the water shirtless and rules don't apply there if you're touching for too long if he's pushing you into the water.

and in my heart of hearts, after 2016 AD when Nico won and Daniel made him do a shoey at the Amber Lounge they hooked up for the first and last time <3 this would explain the extreme former hookup turned friends awkwardness in the nico/dan podcast but also dan being the only current still in f1 driver to agree to do it??? maybe felt like he owed him one after the sloppy bj which he didn't reciprocate

#daniel ricciardo ships #I actually love background/past maxiel #adds more depth to the whole shebang #blorbocedes ask #cw: drug use #the recreational drug use is a narrative device for Daniel to get the courage to get over his internalized issues #dando #danseb #danson #danco #danwis #danryl #danscottyjames #dance (daniel/lance)

[jamtoasties3316]

Please!! I need omega Daniel coming back to RB as this made up "third driver" bc Christian would pay any amount of money to get his favourite boy back, only to find out his best boy's pussy has been ruined over and over again by Zak/Cyril. Christian is not impressed, especially after having to fight off Toto who tried to steal Daniel, and Christian does everything in his power to remind the paddock (and Daniel) who his pussy belongs to.

Christian being so happy to welcome Dan home, having always enjoyed fucking him ehen Dan was in Red Bull so he is eager to continue. He tells Dan to undress and spread his legs and Dan does so hesitantly. Christian is furious ehen he sees how fucked out Dan looks, recently having had a goodbye gangbang at mclaren and just in general having been used carelessly by Renault and mclaren as cumdump for everyone working there.

Christian fhcks Dan hard to claim that oussy back, locks him in the office and only let's him out after various creampies and makes sure to send pictures of that dripping cunt to Renault and mclaren.

Dan being so sensitive but Christian has Omrga Max come in and he is more than eager to lick Dan's pussy clean!

[rickybaby]

I know all of us Danny girlies have been losing our minds over Mick following Rossi on insta and what this possibly mean for Daniel, but I seriously think it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for Daniel to move to Haas because

a) whatever’s going on at Alpine right now seems to be very toxic and the environment might not be any different from McLaren for Danny. I know there’s been a lot of changes in management when Renault rebranded as Alpine, but it’s been repeatedly said that the upper management are not happy with Danny for leaving in 2020. So Dan will not only be 2nd choice but he may not also get the support he needs to thrive there.

b) the Haas car has potential. We’ve seen it in a few races this year. I think after what he’s been through at McLaren, Daniel wouldn’t just choose a team that has a fast car but one that has a car that suits his driving style (I know the Alpine suits him but not sure about the Haas) We’ve seen what he can do in a car that suits him in 2020. Give him a car built around him and he’s going to wring the last bit of performance out it.

c) Haas would not only benefit from the sponsor money Daniel would bring in but also from his experience. Someone on here posted an excerpt of Renault/alpine’s sporting director talking about how Daniel was really good at building his team around him and Haas would defo benefit from having someone who’s able to galvanise the whole team. Let’s not forget he gave Renault their first podium after 9 years as well as McLaren their first win.

d) Guenther Steiner. Enough said. I want to see the 2 biggest stars of DtS together.

I know many would say that Haas is a backmarker team and maybe he would rather r-word than fight for p19. But I believe Dan’s not going to r-word because he’s said it multiple times he’s not ready to and retiring after the way McLaren has treated him would be admitting defeat. I think Haas would be a good place for him to get his mojo back and prove himself without any added pressure. We all know he’s not washed and taking a step back may be the right way for him.

#apologies for the long rant #pointless to be theorising anyway #pretty sure Dan’s already got a seat for next year #putting all my trust in Optus resigning him #daniel ricciardo #silly season

[enchantedaniel]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETH 💞💞🎉🎉 i hope your day is as amazing as you are 😚😚

here’s a little gift of daniel actually having hair and not having a bad haircut 💞

Thank you so much 💛

(My two favourite things Renault dan and curls😭)

#Birthday Wishes❣️

[f1]

Alpine still moving up despite complicated start to 2023 CEO | RaceFans Round-up

In the round-up: Renault’s CEO is pleased with the progress their team has shown in Formula 1 this year, despite being on course for a lower position in the constructors’ championship than they achieved in 2022. In brief Alpine still “moving up” despite “complicated” start to 2023 – CEO Alpine is still making progress in its plan to move up the grid in Formula 1 despite slipping back at the start of 2023, says Renault CEO Luca de Meo. The team finished fourth in the constructors’ championship last year but lies fifth in the standings after the first eight rounds this year. However De Meo remains satisfied with the progress they are making. “The team is moving up. Two years ago we were a distant sixth, really. We fought against AlphaTauri, that was the fifth car but they only had one driver. Last year we finished fourth. “This year it’s a little bit complicated at the beginning of the season but it’s getting back into order. I hope we can just continue.” Although the team has fallen behind rivals Aston Martin, De Meo said they are still making gains on their rivals. “We have a roadmap,” he explained, “it’s progress that you build one step at a time because it takes time to find the people, find the resources to complement our team because our team is slightly smaller than top teams.” Aston Martin to apply F1 tech to future EVs Aston Martin says it will apply technical knowledge gained from its F1 team into its future electric vehicles. Aston Martin Performance Technologies, which consults on behalf of the F1 team, will apply its knowledge gained from F1 operations to the brands future cars following a powertrain and battery agreement with Lucid Group. The company intends to adapt active aerodynamics and drag reductions systems in an effort to increase efficiency and prolong battery life and range. Tsunoda to join Red Bull Nurburgring event AlphaTauri driver Yuki Tsunoda will join Red Bull reserve driver Daniel Ricciardo and retired four-time world champion Sebastian Vettel as part of Red Bull’s ‘Formula Nurburgring’ event at the Nordschleife in September. Tsunoda will drive a Honda NSX Evo GT3 car on a demonstration run around the 20 kilometre circuit. “I’ve never driven at the Nurburgring before, so I’m really looking forward to the event in September,” said Tsunoda. “The Nordschleife is a legendary circuit, I just experienced it on the Gran Turismo videogame and already enjoyed it a lot.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Happy birthday! Happy birthday to Dan N, Gdog and Melody! On this day in motorsport 30 years ago today Emerson Fittipaldi won the CART IndyCar race at Portland by four seconds from points leader Nigel Mansell. via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

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[callmewrinkles3]

Yellow.

Warnings: Mentions of Spa 2019

September 2019

The only way Em could possibly describe the weekend they'd just had was emotionally draining. She was exhausted and worn out and just wanted to curl up in bed and forget that they'd been racing at all. She wanted to hold Dan and promise him that everything would be ok. It was always going to be ok. But it was a lie and she couldn’t lie to him.

She didn’t know how they went through the weekend after the crash. She’d heard the paddock go silent, the realisation that something terrifying had happened. Watched drivers she’d known for over a year at this point realise they’d lost a friend and it felt so wrong. She wasn’t going to lie to Dan. But she’d held him and they’d been alone and she’d forced herself to smile as he got into the car.

They were all in silence in the car together, lost in thoughts. Blake was driving, Michael in the front seat, her and Dan in the back together. She looked across at Daniel, his eyes out at the street and yellow light flashing across his face as they drove. Everyone else was looking outside the car except for her. Everyone was stuck in their own thoughts. She couldn't look anywhere except over at Dan, how could she? He was gripping her hand, fingers interlocked tightly.

That wasn't weird or new. What was new and weird in a good way were the words they'd shared. It still made a smile appear on her face even though this weekend had been the worst she'd been at a track for. She felt like she shouldn't be smiling, glad of the darkness in the back of the car to keep it hidden. Her heart was beating in time with the music. It was stupid and she was way too happy about it for what it meant. She didn't know if Daniel had loved her the same way she loved him, but he loved her. And she was holding that closely. She needed to calm it down before they got back to the hotel or Dan would hear it when they curled up in bed.

The music changed and it pulled her out for a moment, Coldplay on the speakers. For a second she was going to ask why on earth it was on Dan's post race playlist and then it hit her.

Because of her.

Ever since he'd told her he was signing for Renault she'd been singing Yellow to him as a joke. It was supposed to be for fun, but it had become her thing to text him before races she wasn't at with a joke and a link to it on Spotify. But as she listened the lyrics hit her like a punch to the gut. It was more than her stupid joke about the colour of his car and a racing team. Part of her was envious of being able to write something like that and do it just for Danny. As she looked past him towards the cloudless night it felt like every single one of the stars in the Belgian sky were shining for him. She wished she could have made it better for him on bad days. He deserved the best days, the happiness that he had from Monaco and all the other races

Lost in her thoughts she nearly didn't notice the squeeze of her hand, but it caught her and the three little taps his thumb did to the back of her hand. As soon as the lyrics you know I love you so came over the speaker he did it.

Em was melting. She went from looking at him to their joined hands to looking back at him, but Dan had turned and was giving her a soft smile. Big, brown, eyes stared back at her, shiny with tiredness. It was like the world didn't exist and Em wanted to live in this moment forever. She wanted to stay in their little bubble because in this place, with just them, nothing could hurt them. It was soft strokes against her hand and gentle looks to make her forget about the time and place and focus on them. It had been over a year since they started whatever they were and he still loved to run his fingers over her skin. She would have begged all the stars in the world to not let him get tired of it.

She wanted this forever. She wanted him to hold her hand and kiss her and she wanted to stroke his stubbled cheeks for the rest of her life. It was terrifying and awe inspiring and just maybe it would actually happen. Because he loved her.

As the car drove through the Belgian countryside, Em mouthed along with the end of the song for you I'd bleed myself dry. She meant every word as her fingers slid across his cheek. The smile on his face was enough to let her know that he understood every word she'd said. Maybe if she kept hoping to the stars for a little bit longer she'd get her biggest hope.

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw drabble #ciwyw writing #daniel ricciardo drabble #f1 drabble #formula one drabble #formula 1 drabble

[mish-tique]

Rose 🥺🌹 here!!

So yeah, we're back again with my live-asking and annotation of miss missha's kinktober fics

As always, SPOILERS below the rose line

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��� I'm loving the initiative Dan!! We love that! And Max's pavlovian response hahahah 😂

• "Because in the living room, it’s not just his lover. Lewis is there too." <- oh you just know it's gonna be a good one. and max's response to the whole thing is just great characterization. the spite of almost walking out, but then there's the trust in dan

• "there is a bratty part of himself that’s happy he gets the attention first" <- that's me in situations (not sexual oh god, i meant in general), notice me first so that i know i'm the priority, i just need that validation from people sometimes

• Why is the safeword "renault"??? 💀

• And lewis' is "brocedes"??? what the fuck 😭 guess who's gonna be rereading brocedes fics later? me

• You must know that this is the first time I'm reading the three of them together and I'm shocked, this is good food

• "It’s definitely not the first time they involved another person in their scenes, not even the first time with another driver" <- wait, they've had threesomes with other drivers?? ohh i know who those people are

• "Against his will, a blush rises to his cheeks. Lewis’ gaze is heavy and the attention and attraction mixes with the anger and annoyance Max felt before, leaving him to be a mess." <- i mean who wouldn't blush being presented to sir lewis hamilton

• the praise kink really is strong with racing drivers

• i'm aww-ing at the sweetness and trust between them three

SO i'm using your emoji system again because i simply don't have the words, i'm speechless, i'm 😳😳🤯🤯

and of course your roses

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it's so good to be back reading these fics, thank you for your hard work and dedication to these stories!!

-Rose 🥺🌹

ahh how i love these!!

pls. max accidentally got pavlov'ed.

aahh thank you! i love hearing that the characterisation is good, even when it's just porn

also good luck reading the brocedes bc that could not be me

pls i love introducing you to these ships

yes max and dan in this universe had sex with other drivers quite regularly! it was kind of their thing

LMAO yeah. idk if it says more about the way i characterize drivers of myself that the praise kink is almost everywhere...

Thank you so much love <333

#Rose Anon #🥺🌹 #missha's kinktober #qued

[loving-ricciardo]

why do i felt that the renault team is less excited for esteban compared to dan?😂😅

I SAID THE SAME THING?? like i think they didn’t show it but once they did it was just so tame??? skodfijguhdgrseij like im sorry i laffed 

#actually im not sorry #i dont like estodium cuz it ruins my dan supremacy #so yeha im not happy #also fuck you renault you should have pitted dan earlier #ask thingie