Danny Being A Menace And Loading Lando Up With Gifts

Trouble➔DR3 x GR63

>Sochi treats you much better than it does your older brother<

a/n: this is such an indulgent piece of writing oh my god so I totally understand if y’all aren’t fans. You will most definitely probably hate me for this anyways bye (plz let me know if you want more of this or other drivers, my inbox is open!)

gif creds to owner :)

Warnings: well damn let me see, 18+ smut, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, degrading, a case could be made for some humiliation, throw in some very brief asshole!Daniel and asshole!George, more than likely light praise in there somewhere as well as all that Sochi GP heartbreak being revisited but pretty sure that’s all she wrote

The consistency of rain always seemed to put your various worries to bed, no matter what the problem was, or where you were in the world. This all changed, however, when it cost your brother his first Formula 1 win at the only race you’d ever been to.

Your heart heaved when Lando came out for his interviews, knowing deep in your soul that he’d come to regret the tyre decision whenever he looked back on this Sochi GP. You also worried that he’d regret flying you out to Russia to watch him drive, if your extra-curricular activities before the race ever came to light.

“What difference will a single weekend make, (Y/N)? I haven’t seen you in so long” He’d begged and begged you to come, eventually convincing you to leave your tiny student apartment for a couple of days with basically royalty. You missed him so much, and watched every race you could, but you’d be lying if you said you could remember Lando’s classification for each one.

No, you were much more interested in his teammate, and one of his best friends. You had met George Russell on various occasions throughout your teenage years, always too embarrassed and flustered to stick around for much more than a quiet “hello”. Daniel Ricciardo, however, had been lucky enough to evade your adoring eyes up until your arrival in Russia.

The whole weekend long, Lando had followed you everywhere he could, playing the role of ‘overprotective older brother’ too well for your liking. As much as he tried though, he had missed the way his teammate had let his eyes linger on your legs for just a moment too long, or how he always ended up seated at the same table as you for every meal there was.

Saturday night was no different, the McLaren team heading out to some fancy restaurant to celebrate the success of qualifying. This time, when Lando knocked on your hotel room door, he wasn’t alone. You opened the door to find George’s frame towering over you, smirk dancing across his chiseled features, just how it always did. “As if little (Y/N) Norris swapped Uni for racing this week,” he teased, his shining eyes flickering from your own to your lips. “It is very good to see you”.

You grabbed your coat and muttered a “hi George” to the Williams driver before stepping out in the hall and following the 2 laughing men ahead of you.

The dinner was more than lovely, having spent the majority of the meal chatting to the engineers, pit crew and media people, as well as the members of the Williams garage that George had brought along. Sitting next to Lando was supposed to distract you from the trouble that just happened to be sitting across from you, but that obviously didn’t work.

Daniel and George hadn’t stopped whispering to one another since the food was brought out, eyes occasionally sending you a wink over the rims of glasses of water. You wanted to be involved in whatever was important enough for them to discuss the night before a race, but that hope was cut short when Lando decided it was time for you both to head back to the hotel for an early night.

Saying your own goodbyes, you stopped short at the drivers, unsure whether or not to include them in your round. Dan was first to stand, bringing you in for a firm hug, hand placed dangerously low on your back. “See you tomorrow, princess” he whispered into your ear before releasing you, not even giving you a chance to react. George was next for his hug, his cologne and fresh linen scent invading your senses as he bid you goodnight.

You were restless that night, tossing and turning as your mind fed you endless scenarios as to what it would feel like with Daniel between your legs, or how good you could make George feel on your knees. Those scenarios eventually sent you to sleep with a throbbing in your core, and a determination to not leave Russia without getting what you wanted.

So, when the pre-race interviews had been completed and the drivers were wandering around to keep busy before the race, you decided to act. You knew in your heart of hearts that you should be waiting for Lando to appear so you could calm him down and keep him focused for his first race on pole but right now; you could not care less.

You hadn’t been watching the clock for 5 minutes when your phone buzzed in your pocket. “Williams hospitality asap. Don’t fuck around”. The unknown number wasn't very discreet, but you could already feel your panties dampen at the thoughts of what the hour or so ahead would hold. You navigated your way out of the garage as quickly as you could, before making the quick trip across the paddock to Williams.

You knocked twice on George’s driver room door, your McLaren attire earning several questioning looks, slipping inside when it cracked open slightly. You opened your mouth to speak but tattooed fingers were swiftly placed inside, tears springing to your eyes immediately at the sudden intrusion. “I win, mate. I knew she wouldn’t pass this up” Dan spoke from above you, no greeting needed as the glint in his eyes sparkling when you began to swirl your tongue around his fingers, silently wishing for them to be something else.

Your eyes darted around the room, until they landed on a relaxed George sitting with his legs spread on the sofa. He sent you a wink before he came to stand beside Dan, studying you closely. “Fair enough, mate. Should’ve known she’d want to be a slut for us”. Your mind was buzzing from the filth coming from the boys’ mouths, and you couldn’t help but moan around Dan’s fingers, your hips bucking against nothing with a mind of their own.

“This is cute,” Dan admired, removing his fingers, and nodding to your papaya hoodie. “Take it off. All of it”. You struggled to get rid of your hoodie and leggings knowing that you were being watched with lustful eyes, but the reaction to your white lace set was so worth it.

“Well, would you look at that,” George teased, taking your hand and moving you away from the door. “You came out here to support brother dearest , but instead you’re here slutting it out for us. Lucky men, Daniel”.

Daniel was quiet over at the table, and when you turned to look at him, he had his lip tucked between his lips, palming himself through his half-zipped race suit to the sight of you in white. You found enough confidence to speak, while you unclipped your bra, “No more Lando talk, please- just wanna make you both feel good”.

Your request seemed to satisfy the two men, Daniel coming to stand beside you and press searing kisses from your ear down to your neck. “Here’s what’s gonna happen sweetheart,” George spoke, stripping himself out of his clothes. “You’re going to get us ready for our race, and then we’ll help you, hmm? That sound like a plan?” Your response came by the way of a choked gasp when Dan trailed his fingers to gather the wetness that had dripped down the inside of your thigh.

“Words, darling, or we can’t help you”. The Australian was drawing featherlight shapes on your clit, prompting you to press your ass back against his hard cock. “Ye-yes, please, I want it so bad” Your need to be fucked was paramount, pride and reputation eagerly being put on the backburner. Daniel spun you around to face him and carried you over to the table at the far side of the room.

He leant down, blowing teasing breath on your covered core, ignoring your breathless pants and moans for him to touch you. He peeled the thong from your legs, throwing it somewhere around the room, before diving straight in to taste you. His promptness grabbed a groan from your throat, and as soon as your mouth opened to let it slip out, George was using his cock to fill the space.

The combination of Dan’s tongue through your folds and his nose brushing your clit had you moaning around George’s dick, vibrations causing him to move his hips to meet your movements. “Look at you, (Y/N)! Being so useful for your brother’s friends, naughty girl” Dan’s language at your core was adding to the unreasonable pleasure of the situation, sending you hurtling towards the edge already.

George’s hands had wandered to graze the supple skin of your breasts, a string of spit connecting his wet dick with your panting mouth. “Gonna cum, Dan- please” you whimpered, relieved when the man nodded from his position at your core, grinning as he lapped up every bit of your arousal, guiding you through your high. His iron grip on your hips held you in place as you squirmed from the intense feeling of pleasure, chanting Daniel’s name like a prayer.

Your eyes closed for a moment, taking in the bliss that you’d just experienced. When they opened again, George was pressing kisses to your neck as he pulled you to your feet, holding you up before you wobbled. “You’ve got another in you, haven’t you?” Daniel spoke from his new position on the sofa, running a hand over his painfully hard cock as you stared lustfully at his movement. “Course she has, doing so well for us, (Y/N)”.

George manoeuvered you to the couch, bending you over the arm of it, before running a cold finger over your sensitive clit. The sensation made you gasp, your companions enjoying your already worn out state. “Come on doll,” Daniel soothed, his hand coming to grasp your chin, forcing you to look into his darkened eyes. “Need you to keep my dick warm”.

You let out a whimper at the constant filth spouting from the Aussie’s talented mouth, but your attention was quickly brought back to George behind you. He was grabbing handfuls of your ass, slipping inside your dripping pussy with laughable ease. He started a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing you forward on Daniel’s length.

Your eyes were squeezed shut with the intense pleasure, combined with your concentration of swiping your tongue over the head of Dan’s dick, certain that you’d cum straight away if you were to see what you were feeling. George’s driver room was filled with different moans and groans bouncing off every wall, none of you making any attempt to conceal the activities from the Williams members outside.

“You’re so greedy for my cock, baby. You’ve come to the right place to fucked like a whore” Dan couldn’t conceal his laughter at your whimpers from the onslaught of pleasure you were receiving, only too happy to oblige your desires.

George, however, was lost in his own world, his abs covered in your arousal as he watched you slide back and forth on his cock while Daniel whispered things he could only dream of in your ears. “You’re Dan’s slut, but you’re my good girl, aren’t you, (Y/N)?” George asked, starting to build a quicker pace now that he could feel you clenching around him and his own orgasm approaching.

“You always have been too, haven’t you? Did you think I couldn’t hear you moaning my name in your bedroom when I was visiting? Of course I could, darling” The thought of your brother’s best friend listening to you getting off to the thought of him all those years ago had the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around the coil threatening to snap.

Lifting your mouth off Daniel to answer George, you were too close to the heaven he was giving you to form coherent sentences. “Yes Geor—oh my god” he was keeping you on the edge now, but Daniel was quickly back in your mouth, grunting and panting as he spilled down your throat. “Go on, princess, come on my cock like the good girl you are” George’s fingers deftly circled your clit, triggering an enormous wave of pleasure that set every nerve in your body on fire.

George found his own climax shortly after your own, pumping inside you as you rode out your orgasm. The three of you were silent for a few moments, too fucked out and exhausted to even acknowledge one another's presence, nevermind think about the consequences that would inevitably come after the pre-race activity.

It was only when George opened his eyes to see you wearing his Williams team shirt, your eyes adoringly set on his flushed features that he realised what a massive fuck-up he’d just been a part of.

He’d seen that look of admiration before, as had Dan, almost everywhere they went, on every girl they fucked. He shared a knowing look with his fellow driver, one they’d shared after countless nights out and sessions just like these.

You knew this was just a one-time thing, right?

@.lewishamilton Picked my niece and nephew up from school, hugged them tight, watched Buzz Lightyear. Best days. So proud of them

Blood In The Water

Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen x Reader

Chapters: ½

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9,337 Words

2020 Sakhir Grand Prix

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Victory of the Heart | Fernando Alonso

Fandom: Formula one Warning: Nothing, 1800 words Pairing: Fernando Alonso x female!reader Summary: Instead of Esteban winning in Hungary, it is you and Fernando helps you secure your first victory

A/N: A Fernando fanfic for all my Fernando fans out there. And a special thank you to @xxidontwikeitxx​ for requesting me doing a Fernando fanfic! Enjoy 💖 

This weekend you were racing in Hungary and you felt like this weekend would finally be the one where you get on the podium. That had been your dream ever since you started racing in Formula one. You were racing for Alpine and your teammate was the legendary Fernando Alonso. He has helped you a lot with your racing and with your pre-race mentality. In the beginning you of your career, would get so nervous just before the start, but he had given you some helpful advice, that actually has helped you perform better. 

And today was the day when you would get on that podium for the first time, you could feel it. That dream can sometimes feel distant with Red Bull and Mercedes in the top for every race and Alpine has had a rocky season with highs and lows. Including you. 

You were preparing for the race, jumping up and down to calm down your nerves and to get your body ready. You felt two hands on your shoulders, making you stop what you were doing.

“You ready for today?” Alonso asked and gave your shoulders a quick massage.

You smiled. “Yes, I feel like today is the day.”

“Like you always do, but it’s good that you believe in yourself.” Alonso said and let go of your shoulders. You missed the warmth from his hands, but quickly ignored that thought. You needed to focus and not be distracted by your teammate. 

Not now, you thought. Not today. 

You looked over your shoulder and saw Alonso talk to some of the mechanics. His dark hair was messy from removing the balaclava and his intense eyes were so focused on the conversation. You sighed to yourself. Why did you have to fall for him?

But now it was time for the race, both you and Alonso jumped into the cars that were placed in your respective positions, 8 and 9. Then it was time for the formation lap and for the race to begin.

-

The start of the race was absolute chaos, but you got out of the mess safely.

“Are you okay?” your engineer asked through the radio. 

“I’m fine.”

“Good, you’re currently p1. So keep up the good pace.”

“Where is Fernando?” you asked.

“He’s not far behind.”

“Okay, good.”

Over in Fernando’s car, his engineer was asking him the same questions.

“Where is (Y/N)?” he asked his engineer. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she made it out of the mess safe and sound. She’s currently at p1.”

“P1?! For real?”

“Yes.”

Fernando was impressed and felt relieved that nothing had happened to you during the massive crash in the beginning. He could see all kinds of different cars hitting each other or driving into the padded walls. He hoped that you weren’t one of them. He hated whenever you crashed your car. The thought of you hurt made him stressed and worried. 

Now that he knew that you were safe, Fernando could focus on the race.  

The laps were going fine and it was nearing the end of the race when you got a message that you didn’t want to hear. 

“We’re seeing that Lewis is catching up with the leading group. But we will do everything we can to keep him away from you.” You engineer said. 

“Okay.” you answered but you could feel the tension in your body from that message. We had no chance against the mighty Mercedes car and especially not Lewis. It would take a miracle to secure this first position. The Alpine team contacted Fernando right away.

“Fernando, we are seeing Lewis approaching the leading group. Do what you can to ensure that doesn’t happen.” his engineer said.

So, Lewis is going to take (Y/N)’s first pole? Not on my watch, he thought.

“Okay, I’ll hold him off as best as I can.”

“Good, good. Do it for (Y/N).”

“Oh I will.”

Fernando could soon see the black car in his side mirror. But he wouldn’t let Lewis slide by so easily. Even after a couple of laps Lewis was still behind Fernando. His team was complimenting him on his fantastic job.

“How are we on Lewis?” you asked on the radio.

“Fernando is keeping him busy.” Your engineer answered, which made you smile. “He is holding him back for you.” 

That comment made you smile even more. Even though it was because of the race and where you were positioned, but you couldn’t help but to hope that he did it also because he liked you. You wanted to believe it at least. 

Unfortunately, Fernando’s tires were too old to hold Lewis back forever and at one of the curves he lost his grip when he was braking. Lewis got in front and ahead of him.

No, no, no! Fernando thought and slapped the steering wheel. 

“You did your best and it was amazing.”

“But what about (Y/N)?”

“From what we can tell, Lewis won’t make it in time to reach her.”

But it didn’t calm him down, Lewis was on his way to you and it was because he couldn’t hold him back. 

“(Y/N), Lewis just passed Fernando and is on his way towards the leading group. Give it everything you got and get that checkered flag.”

You stopped breathing at the first part of that sentence. No, Lewis would surely take this position from you. But you quickly shook off the doubting thoughts and focused only on that sweet victory that was in your grasp.

“Okay.” you answered back and drove the car to its max. You could feel that checkered flag, it was so close. When the final lap started you asked your engineer where Lewis was.

“He is stuck behind Vettel. You got this.” 

You smiled and soon you could see the finish line. The flagged waved in front of you and you were so excited, you were the first one to cross. You got your p1 finally. 

“Yeeeeesss!!” you screamed info the radio. You could cry at this moment. 

“Fantastic drive (Y/N), amazingly done. You are the winner of the Hungarian Grand Prix.”

“Thank you all, and thank you Fernando”.

At the same time Fernando was screaming at his engineer to know what position you got on.

“She got p1, p1 for (Y/N)!!”

“Whoooooaaaaa, mi corazón, that’s fantastic!!”

“It couldn’t have been done without your amazing block on Lewis, Fernando. Thank you.”

“Thank you all.”

As soon as Fernando saw your car he drove up to it so that you drove the course side by side for a little while. He was giving you all the gestures, showing you that he was so proud and happy for you. You hoped that he could feel the smile that was plastered on your face even though you were wearing a helmet. 

You parked your car in front of the pink 1 sign and jumped out of it. You jumped into the crowd of your team who was ecstatic, screaming and rooting for you. You were so proud of yourself, but also of your team and of course Fernando.

Lewis walked over and gave you a big hug and congratulated you over your first win. You thanked him and then walked over to the table that held your belongings. You heard your team shout again so you turned around to see what it was about, and soon you saw that Fernando was making his way over to you. You ignored the belongings and ran up to him, jumping into his arms. He caught you and spun you around.

“Mi corazón, you were amazing.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you Fernando.” you said and hugged him even tighter. He took off his helmet. He looked so good with his messy hair and sweaty face. He grabbed your helmet-cladded head and kissed it. You were so stunned by this so you didn’t hear the person doing the scale measurement calling for you. 

“Get up on that podium, mi corazón.”

You nodded and made your way over to the scale and then to the podium. You had a blast when they gave you the prize and played your national anthem. You looked down at your team and you could see Fernando stand there with teary eyes. You raised your trophy and smiled at him. He blew you a kiss, which turned your face even hotter than it already was from the race. When the champagne was sprouted all over you, - which Vettel and Lewis were more than happy to soak you as it was your first podium - you made it down to your team for some pictures and to talk to Fernando. 

You saw him standing alone so you walked up to him with the biggest grin on your face. He turned his attention towards you when he felt your presence.

“What do you think?” you asked and posed with the trophy.

“I think I love this view.”

You felt your cheeks turn red. “Thank you for all the help out there. I would’ve never gotten on the podium if it wasn’t for you.”

“Of course, we are a team right. It was just fun to hold Hamilton off for you. I wanted you to have that podium.”

“Thank you so much. You are the best.”

Fernando smiled but then it was time to leave. You didn’t want this moment to end. You wanted to live in it forever. Getting p1, the podium, Fernando kissing your helmet. FERNANDO KISSED YOUR HELMET. 

He was just about to leave, when you stopped him by grabbing his hand. He turned around looking surprised by your action.

“W-we haven’t switched helmets.”

“I thought you wanted to keep your winning helmet.”

You smiled. “No, it’s tradition, you know.”

Fernando called over someone from the Alpine team to take a picture of you and him together with your helmets and the trophy in front of you. Fernando stood beside you and just as the picture was to be taken he kissed the side of your head. That picture must’ve looked hilarious because of your shocked reaction. The poor mechanics gave Fernando his phone and then left in a hurry. You looked over at Fernando, who had a mixture of horror, nervousness and smugness on his face. But the longer you just stood there staring at him, his reaction became more and more distressed.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) if I-…”

But he didn’t have time to finish the sentence before your lips crashed upon his. He melted into the kiss, finally he knew that you liked him back. He had been crushing on you ever since the day you stepped into the paddock. It got even worse when he had to work and get to know you. Because when he got to know the real you, he was trapped and there was no way out. He just begged that you loved him back. You broke from the kiss and picked up the trophy.

“Thank you for both the trophy and the helmet.” you said with a smug smile on your face. Then you left a surprise and confused Fernando outside the paddock. But soon you could hear him run up to you.

“Are you available for dinner tonight? To celebrate your victory of course.”

“Of course, I’m always available for you.” you winked. Fernando’s smile grew.

“I pick you up tonight, mi corazón.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Seb DNF’d so he could go spend time with Kimi instead of racing that Aston

I have so many ideas why won't they write themselves though ..

Everybody this series is a gem.

Please go and do yourself the favour of read it it's my absolute fave and it's really worth it I promise. Sam really knows what she is doing and is pressing all the right buttons here. It has everything you need love, heartbreak, adventure, angst. And it just keeps getting better and better with every chapter.

Truly amazing!! ♥️

Upside Down Feelings

an episode-by-episode stranger things fic that incorporates the reader into the series

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (slow burn) and a casual fling with eddie munson

summary: Y/N Henderson is your typical high school girl with typical problems; falling out with her best friend, an annoying little brother, and a chronically unpopular standing in school. Little did she know that after the disappearance of Will Byres, her world would be flipped upside down.

Season One:

Chapter 1: The Disappearance of Will Byers ->

Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street ->

Chapter 3: Holly Jolly ->

Chapter 4: The Body ->

Chapter 5: The Flea and the Acrobat ->

Chapter 6: The Monster ->

Chapter 7: The Bathtub ->

Chapter 8: The Upside Down ->

Season Two ->

hey! any f1 fanfic blog recs??

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sebastian vettel made all the grid sit down and have a nice evening for once

Eddie Munson defending his musical tastes + (being relatable).

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