#scoot scoot for Danny Ric

[whorekneecentral]

https://www.tumblr.com/whorekneecentral/710554203957936128

Boat sex with Danny ric 😫

inspo :)

after scotty and chloe's wedding, the two of you headed up to lake como for a week, all of the love made you two want some time alone.

dan ended up getting you two a villa next to the water, a little dock and boat along with it. the sun was hot and bright today and you figured you'd get some time in the sun in.

you were laying on the lounger, sunglasses on and eyes shut. you felt the sun disappear, your body now cold. when you opened your eyes, you found your boyfriend standing above you with with two glasses of wine.

"want some company?" he asked, sitting next to you.

you scoot over and make space for him, cuddling into his side. the heat reflected off your skin and made you all sticky; your body sticking to his as you laid over him.

the two of you chatted quietly, the water splashing against the side of the boat. his hand reaches down and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and you smile, reaching up to kiss him.

daniel pulls on top of him, his hands moving to undo the knot on the back of your bikini top.

"what are you doing?" you stoped him for a second, "someone could see us."

"there's no one out here," he reminds you, looking around.

you let undo the knot, pulling it off and tossing it behind you somewhere and now his lips are all over you; face, neck, chest. it's a few swift movements and you're on top of daniel like that.

your hand tangled in his hair, giving it a tug when he reaches a certain spot. "so good," he mumbles, nipping at your jaw.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader

[captainnameless]

I remember one of your asks ages ago where Daniel made sure he had Jons number to make sure Lando would have someone when Carlos isnt available and i wanted to say i have been thinking about it all DAYYYY

There’s a strange +61 number ringing his phone, and Jon’s immediate thoughts say it’s a scam call. That is until the country below the strange number blinks out at him, Australia.

“Hello?” He answers, still cautious of a potential scammer on the other side of the line.

“Mate.” It’s a familiar voice. “It’s Daniel.” Ah.

There’s a short lived breath of relief for he isn’t being scammed, but there’s a small pit forming in the bottom of his stomach that wonders why Daniel is calling.

“What’s up?”

“Are you free?” Daniel asks, there’s a certain tone of urgency lacing his tone that Jon doesn’t like. He looks back at the table of friends he’s just left sat in a bar, go to a quieter place to take this phone call.

“Uh, sort of? Depends, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Lando.”

And just like that Jon’s making apologies, haphazardly leaving said bar.

- - -

“Lando, it’s Jon.” Followed by a quick couple knocks.

There’s some sort of muffled sound that stops when Jon speaks, that and the light peaking out from under the hotel door tells him that Lando’s in there at least.

He waits a minute before knocking again, tempted to knock louder but mindful of the fact it’s late and they’re in a hotel and he really doesn’t want any unwanted attention.

“Lando!” He whisper shouts, knocking once more before starting to look for the spare keycard he has. It’s for emergencies only, but Jon thinks this classifies.

When the door opens he’s greeted with a panicked “Go away!” and he barely gets a look at Lando’s tear streaked face before the boy hides himself away under the comforter on the bed.

There’s a gentle sigh that leaves Jon, he makes sure to close and lock the door properly before walking up to the bed and awkwardly sitting down near the edge. He’s been witness to this Lando plenty of times, seen Daniel scoop him up and hold, press just the right points for a feisty little guy go all floppy into his arms. Has seen Carlos deal with him before that.

But it’s never been just him, and despite this knowledge he doesn’t feel like the right guy for that technique so, he pats the lump he can see.

“Lando.” He coaxes. “Can you come out please?”

There’s a wail that Jon takes as a no. Alright. He scoots a little bit closer, at least Lando hasn’t moved away from him.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

It’s silent for a beat despite the sniffles, and it’s silent for a while longer before “Miss.”

Miss. That’s something he can work with. He’s not sure who Lando misses or what, but he knows what it’s like to miss. He’s been homesick plenty of times with this job.

“Oh bud.” He says gently, moving a little bit closer again. “That’s a sucky feeling, huh?”

The lump seems to nod.

“When I miss someone I really like getting a hug.” Jon offers, and surely, there’s movement, and then there’s curls before a bit of Lando’s face peaks out from under the covers. It’d be adorable if he didn’t look so sad.

Jon smiles gently. “Do you want a hug?”

Lando nods, sucking in a sharp breath before opening the covers a bit more.

Oh. Jon didn’t expect to join the blanket fort, but he isn’t gonna complain, kicks off his shoes and climbs in with Lando, letting the covers fall on top of them while Lando crashes into his chest.

He rakes his fingers across Lando’s back, murmuring something soothing and it’s not long before Lando’s fast asleep.

Jon makes sure he’s really out before moving the covers up a bit, the weight of them a bit constricting so he moves, lays Lando back against the pillows and tucks him in before turning his attention to the nightstand where Lando’s phone has been buzzing with messages.

Jon can’t help but offer a glance, chuckling when the entire screen it filled with one contact name ‘Danny Ric’. The texts go from comforting, to threatening when Lando isn’t checking in and then pleading in mere minutes.

Jon grabs his own phone, snaps a quick pic of Lando’s peacefully sleeping form and sends it off, captions it “He’s okay. Just needed a cuddle.”

He gets back a “Thank you” followed by about a thousand little love emoji’s.

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific

[charlieferrari16]

Sooo I made some bracelets because F1 starts this month...I posted them to Insta and Pierre giving me a heart attack because he actually liked the post 😂👀☺️🤭

#formula 1 #f1 #bro I’m shook #catch no one else of importance liking the post #pierre gasly #charles leclerc #lance stroll #Mercedes #Ferrari #Williams #alpine/Renault lol #scoot scoot for Danny Ric #mclaren

[thewolfprince]

For @lunarlight-posts . Not much comfort, but I’ll write something fluffy later.

Somehow the battle has turned to this. Daniel is kneeling, both hands pressing hard against his bleeding side as his father stalks closer and closer.

“F-f-f-f-f f f fuck y-y-you.” Daniel spits at his father’s feet. Terror rising in waves. He can’t go back- he won’t make it.

“Grab her.” When hands close around his arms, Daniel blacks out.

When he wakes, his side is bandaged, his head hurts, and he’s wearing nothing but a skirt.

Daniel’s lip curls in disgust, but he admits he’d rather not go naked around other people. Maybe he can rip up the skirt and turn it into some shorts? He hears footsteps and his head snaps to the left, where Daniel eyes the door.

“Okay. Okay, Danny. C’mon.” Daniel takes a deep breath and swings his legs off the bed. “Fuck- sonofabitch that hurts!” He clutches his side. “Ow...”

“Okay. I don’t know what day it is, I’m literally stripped of all my gear, I’m hurt, and I’m-“ Daniel takes a better look around.

The walls are pink and the pillows are frilly and there’s so much pink and then it hits Daniel like a lightning bolt and he wants to scream.

He’s back home.

He’s home—no, this place was never a home, he hisses in his mind—and he has nothing but a stab wound and the clothing his father has in the chest.

The chest.

Daniel has installed a trapdoor underneath the chest. He had taken most everything when he ran away to be a knight, but maybe he left something behind.

Daniel drops to his knees and whimpers in pain. He crawls towards the chest. First, he unlocks and opens the chest.

Of course he gets rid of my shirts. Daniel seethes, seeing nothing but pretty pink bullshit. He slams the chest closed.

Daniel takes a moment to breathe. He needs to keep his emotions in check—he needs to use his head.

Daniel hisses outloud when he scoots the chest forward. He pauses a lot in order to hear if there are any footsteps.

He hears nothing, so he continues. Years of habit move his arms. Move, pause. Move, pause. Block the door. Move, pause.

Finally Daniel uncovers the trapdoor and gently eases it open.

Inside is a melted candle, a tattered shirt, old swim shorts, stale, rock-hard bread, and a small pouch. When Daniel opens the pouch and dumps it out, the contents are: 2 copper pieces, some dried lemongrass, and a small cloth.

Well, Daniel thinks. If I need to make a fire, at least it’ll smell good. He shrugs.

Daniel closes the trapdoor and shoves the chest back into place. He looks up as he takes the skirt off and puts the swim shorts on.

He really wants to burn the skirt. He wants to wash in a waterfall.

A knock and Daniel startles, eyes wide, and presses against the bed. “Y-yes?”

“Breakfast time, Diana.”

Fuck you, I’d rather starve. Daniel grits his teeth to prevent from screaming that. “C-c-coming!”

Just play along, Daniel. Wait for an opportunity to escape.

Cedric.

Cedric’s here!

“C-C-Cedr-r-ric!” Daniel gasped. “Cedric Cedric Cedric Cedric Cedric...”

“Daniel.” Cedric wrapped Daniel in a hug. “Daniel holy shit... Jay followed you after the battle and I managed to sneak in with the chameleon scale when that man left the window open. Holy shit.”

Daniel clutched Cedric, unsure who was rocking who. Once the tears stopped, Daniel looked up. “Plan?”

“Daniel, I’m gonna get us out. Go eat and do your best not to draw any attention. I’ll contact Kayndrais and we’ll burn this hell to the ground.” Cedric smirked.

Daniel nodded. “Okay. Kay. Be safe.”

Cedric kissed the top of Daniel’s head. “Of course. You too.”

As Daniel walked downstairs, he was very glad that Cedric didn’t comment on the stupid skirt.

After a quiet, tense breakfast, Daniel made his way back upstairs.

Cedric tossed Daniel a cloak and a some pants. Daniel smiled as he put the clothes on. “Thanks.” He whispered.

Cedric nodded. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Daniel nodded back before jumping out the window and landing on a dragon’s back. Kayndrais spread his wings and grabbed Cedric in his talons before flying off.

Across the sea to Istill, where Kayndrais would land and Daniel would be home again. Cedric was already planning how to make sure his loves were safer.

But first, comfort, cleaning and making sure Daniel bounced back from that ordeal.

And, if a certain dragon burned a certain house down, well, that happened all the time, right?

#wow i kinda poured my feelings into this #LMAO AS I WAS WRITING THE SKIRT PART I ACCIDENTLY TRIGGERED MY OWN DYSPHORIA #thats how you know this shit hurts: when you get dysphoria from your character getting dyshphria #tw abuse #daniel archer storm #Tw: misgendering #tw: feminization #(is that what it would be called??) #anyway! #Kayndrais #Jay #Issacore #prince cedric #knights and dragons #poly sword bois #poly kingdommates