you couldn't recall exactly when daniel had stopped taking care of his beard as much as usual, but it's evident it's been a while. maybe it was him trying something new, he hadn't ever grown it out too much in the time you had been with him.
but now it was thick, darker than ever, and it was curling like mad along his jaw and soft lips. you liked it before, but seeing him like this felt like something had awoken inside you.
your love for it grew exponentially tonight, however.
his large hands gripped your thighs tight, spreading you wide on the bed, with your calves resting over his shoulders as he settled between your legs like a man who had been starved for days. the second his tongue dragged through your folds, you felt the difference.
the rough texture of his beard scraped your inner thighs, catching on your skin just enough to make you jolt, nerves lighting up everywhere. it started to burn faster than usual, but it was an enjoyable pain, something that helped push you closer to your orgasm. his mouth was hot, tongue slow and sure, and his beard—fuck—it was like every flick of his tongue came with a second sensation, like he had grown a second mouth of rough, static heat, that only doubled your pleasure.
“jesus, dan—” you gasped, hips twitching in his grip. you went to lightly praise him, but his quick-wit beat you.
"got my name right the second time, baby," he teased lowly, nose bumping roughly against your clit. "almost stopped, wanted to punish you for getting it wrong."
you groaned, this time out of annoyance, before you groundyour hips down into his face. it was meant to show your displeasure in his joke, but you knew he'd take it the wrong way. "shut up," you breathed heavily, trying to cactch your breath. "your beard, it—fuck, it feels so good—”
he growled low, smug and satisfied, the sound vibrating right where you needed it. “told you growing it out was the way to go,” he mumbled against your clit, mouth slick, beard already soaked with your juices. “should’ve done this ages ago. look how fuckin’ sensitive you are, sweetheart.”
you moaned—loud, wrecked. every swipe of his tongue, every shift of his chin, the friction of that wiry beard against your soaked skin—it had you shaking already. you could feel your orgasm building fast, too fast, and you tried to close your legs, but he pinned them apart with ease, firm and unrelenting.
“nope,” he murmured, eyes dark as they flicked up to meet yours for the first time. “you’re takin’ it. all of it. let me make a mess of you, baby. wanna feel you come all over my face, yeah?”
you nodded desperately, and he went back in with purpose. his nose bumping your clit over and over, tongue curling inside you, beard dragging against your folds in a way that drove you crazy. the overstimulation came quick, and it was dizzying. his mouth was everywhere, his beard was everywhere, and you could barely breathe through the way it set every nerve ending ablaze.
your hands flew to his grown out curls, fingers twisting tight. “dan—i can’t—i’m gonna—fuck—”
he groaned again, needy and possessive, tongue never letting up. “yeah, you are. come on, sweet girl. give it to me. wanna taste you. wanna feel you shakin'.”
and when it hit—when that orgasm ripped through you, sudden and overwhelming—it was like nothing else. your legs trembled, your voice broke, and daniel didn’t stop. he was licking you through it, beard soaked and mouth greedy like he lived to worship you.
when he finally pulled back, lips slick, beard a wreck, he looked far too pleased with himself.
“guess the beard’s stayin’,” he said, eyes glittering with both mischief and pleasure. “you beg like a fuckin’ dream with it between your thighs. sounded beautiful, sweetheart”
you pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting yourself on his lips, not caring how wet his beard was against your cheek.
“keep it,” you whispered. “and don’t you dare trim it.”
excuse my absence and take my fav dilf.
divorced dad!daniel au
warnings: 18+ content, smut.. and that's it. just smut.
"you’re not mine. you could never be mine. yet i want you anyway– i want you so badly it burns."
he says it like a confession. like he’s already on his knees for you, even though he's standing right there in your doorway—shirt clinging to his rain-drenched chest, hair soaked and curling at his temples, those big brown eyes raking over you like he’s starving.
you don’t say anything. you don’t need to. the way you look at him—mouth slightly parted, breath shallow, wearing nothing but a shirt and your underwear—he knows.
and god, it snaps whatever restraint he had left.
he pushes the door closed behind him and grabs your waist, walking you back until your spine hits the wall. his mouth crashes into yours—wet, messy, needy. you taste the rain on him. feel his hands clutching at you like he’s been waiting for years.
“this is wrong,” he mutters, dragging his lips down your neck, breath hot against your skin. “you’re—fuck—you’re everything i shouldn’t want.”
“but you do,” you whisper, hooking your fingers into his belt loops, pulling him closer, grinding against the hardness already straining in his jeans. “you want me.”
his groan is low, almost a growl. “so fucking much it hurts, sweeheart.”
daniel kisses you like he’s drowning, like this is the only way he can breathe. his hands are everywhere—squeezing your thighs, cupping your ass, slipping beneath your shirt to feel your bare skin. he lifts you like it’s nothing, pressing you back against the wall, your legs around his waist. his cock grinds against your core through your soaked underwear, and you feel how hard he is—how ready.
“you drive me crazy,” he pants against your throat. “every fucking day, i see you out there, smiling like you’ve got no idea what you do to me.”
“i know,” you breathe, tugging his hair and pulling his face back so you can kiss him again, slow and filthy. “i know exactly what i do to you.”
you feel the way he twitches at that—how his hips jerk forward, desperate for friction. he’s losing control. and you want him to lose it.
“please, danny,” you whisper, though it comes out so whiny and that does it for him.
he carries you to the couch, rips your panties down your legs, and drops to his knees. no teasing.no patience. his tongue is on you instantly—messy, greedy, like he needs to taste you just to stay alive.
you cry out, hips bucking against his mouth, fingers digging into his curls. he groans against you, like your moans are the only thing keeping him going. and when he finally pulls away—face wet, lips red, pupils blown wide—he’s already undoing his jeans.
he leans over you, cock thick and flushed and heavy in his hand, and whispers, “you’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?”
“already have,” you smirk, and then he’s inside you in one slow, hard thrust.
he fucks you like he’s possessed—hands gripping your hips tight, his body crashing into yours with every thrust. you take all of him, legs wrapped around his back, nails clawing at his shoulders as he pounds into you like he needs to bury every last bit of himself inside.
“not supposed to want this,” he groans, kissing you through clenched teeth. “but i do. i fucking do.”
you arch beneath him, meeting every thrust with your own. “then take it. take all of me.”
and he does. again and again, until all he knows is you—your voice, your body, your name falling from his lips as he falls apart inside you.
i just saw your thing about filthy divorced danny okay but imagine he still has his ring on for some reason and you can FEEL it if you get what i’m saying and maybe she cums all over his fingers and he sees it down his finger and goes “pity, you ruined my ring” and takes it off and throws it bc hello
one of the og divorced dad! daniel asks and i’m SO sorry this took so long to answer.. like my god i loved this from day 1 😭
18+ content — minors dni.
drabble below the cut<3
you hated it.
daniel still wore the ring from his previous relationship, and you couldn’t stand it. it wasn’t ugly— it was far from it— but you hated that he still wore it. they were officially divorced, and had been for many months. he was in somewhat of a relationship with you, so why did he still wear it?
you always thought it was weird, and that he must’ve worn it for a reason. and you finally found out tonight.
you were below daniel on his king-sized bed, back arched against the sheets while your thighs trembled as daniel’s thick, calloused fingers were driving you over the edge for the umpteenth time that night.
he was, of course, wearing that goddamn ring while his nimble fingers were buried in your cunt. it annoyed you, obviously, but tonight.. it made you feel different.
it still bothered you, but it seemed to add a thrill tonight— knowing it once belonged to a past relationship, when he was with someone else. but here he is, fingers working you to your orgasm while the cool metal of the ring simply adds to the filth of it all.
his fingers curled against you, just right and dragging against the spot that made you clench, whine out a desperate whimper and cum over his fingers.
“there you go, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice gravelly as he watched you with dark, hungry eyes. “knew you could give me one more.”
you did know, you always knew. daniel could draw more orgasms out of you than the past three men combined could. he just had some type of magic that could always tilt you over the edge.
his movements slow, easing you through it as you pant, chest heaving as you try to recover from the brutal forces of his fingers. you slowly blinked up at him, eyes focusing in on his face and that’s when you notice it— notice him staring at his fingers. more specifically, the finger with his old ring on it, coated in your slick.
his lips curled up as he lifted it, allowing it to gleam in the soft, golden light from the bedside lamp. “pity,” he murmured, moving his hand closer to your face to show you the ring, and just how soaked it was from you. “you ruined my ring.”
and then without hesitation, you watch as he slips the ring from his finger, and throws it. you don’t see where it lands, you’re only able to hear the noise it makes from the impact against the hard wooden floor. you don’t really care either, not when his now bare hand comes to cup your jaw, tilting your head up to face him.
“much better,” he murmurs, before kissing you like he’s never belonged to anyone but you.
oh my god, why would you mention daniel cumming in his pants? that's like... way too hot 🫠
like the idea of older divorced dad daniel cumming in his pants like a goddamn teenager because that's just the effect you have on him?? yes. even better if it's a time where you're just fooling around and making out on the couch and grinding against each other. and he just can't help it and cums in his boxers, and he's maybe a little embarrassed about it before he realizes how hot you find it
oh nonnie you have me dead with this ask. it’s been marinating in my inbox for awhile now, and every time i see it.. i go a little feral. let’s jump back into this au, shall we?
18+ content below, minors dni.
it happens to daniel. a lot.
it’s been with him all his life, gets too excited over the smallest things. he remembers a time with his ex, cumming just from the dirty talk she had whispered in his ear, while being sat atop his lap. no grinding, no nothing. just the words were enough to send him over the edge.
and you? he thinks the issue has gotten worse since he first lay eyes on you. the time he watched you through his window like a perv, watching as you innocently fended to your garden? he could’ve came without the palming, but alas he needed to touch himself, trying to ground himself as he thought about the filthiest scenarios with you.
and now that you’re his.. well it happens all too often. the first time it happened though, he was more embarrassed than ever.
the night had started innocently enough. you had come over, opted to make dinner for him and the kids— nothing unusual. it was nice, it felt super domestic when you were all sat at the table, chewing away at the food with some small chatter in between.
it was as soon as the kids were upstairs though, that you were all over him. he hadn’t expected it, that you’d jump onto him. he caught you with ease, both hands holding your ass as he tried to kiss you back with as much energy you had put into it yourself.
he had to ask though, where this all suddenly came from. he tried to pull back, tried asking you about it, but your lips just kept attacking his. “sweetheart,” he tried, before being caught in another kiss. “i need to—” another kiss, “ask what’s going—” another, “on?” he finally finished, and you pulled your head back.
“what do you mean?” “don’t get me wrong, i love the attention.. i love this a lot. but it’s so sudden, what changed from dinner to now?” he asks, placing a chaste kiss onto your lips.
he really doesn’t remember what happened between then and getting to the couch. something about you complimenting him, how hot he looked when he wasn’t trying. he didn’t care though, because things were only getting hotter.
his back was against the couch pillows now, you on top of him as your lips fought for dominance. his large hands were resting on your hips, occasionally squeezing them to try distract you, trying to cheat his way into winning.
your hands were on his shoulders, gripped tightly onto them as you tried to hold your ground against him. it made it easy for to start grinding down onto him, seeing as you had a way to keep yourself stable.
you felt daniel falter, the grip on your hips loosening as his fingers went slack momentarily, along with his mouth. you had won the battle for dominance, tongue slipping into his mouth as your hips continued to grind rhythmically onto his. 
it takes a couple moments for daniel to snap out the daze, but when he comes back to his senses he’s replicating your movements, bucking his hips up to meet your moves. his hands find their way back to the original spot they were rested in before, putting more strength into making sure your clothed cunt was hitting against his erection.
he felt giddy, like he was on cloud nine. your tits bouncing in front of him, your cunt rubbing against his cock, your mouth owning his, and the soft praises that escaped you between breaths— it was all too much, really.
that’s all it took for him to cum right then and there in his boxers. his head tilted right back, eyes squeezing shut as his mouth once again went slack. the moans that escaped him were delightful, ranging from higher, more whine-like moans to deep, breathy groans. his hips continued to buck, though a stutter momentarily made it’s way into the rhythm as he rode out the orgasm completely.
you watched as he came down from his high, chest panting as his eyes couldn’t open fully from being in such a daze. it took him a minute before he realised what had happened, the sticky feeling in his boxers reminding him where he was.
his eyes widened as he tried to sit himself up properly, but with you still on top of him he didn’t make much progress, and his eyes warily looked into your own.
your hand moved up to cup his face, thumb slowly dragging over his cheek before teasing his lips gently. “what’s up, dan?” you asked dragging your thumb off his lip, letting it pop back into place. you watched as his adam’s apple bobbed, a gulp evidently just passing.
“i— come on, sweetheart,” he starts, shaking his head lightly as he sighs. “i fucking came in my boxers like a teen. you’ve got to understand my issue?” he laughs dryly, anticipating the laugh that’ll escape you. whether it’s a teasing laugh or a grossed out laugh, he doesn’t want to know.
that’s why it surprises him when it doesn’t come, and you’re just watching him with a raised brow. “why is that an issue, dan?” you ask him, allowing your free hand to trail down his body. past his shirt, lingering over his crotch before moving to the waistband of his slacks and boxers, and slipping your hand in.
you feel his cock already hardening again, as well as the slight jerk of his hips. still sensitive. “this,” you start, squeezing his cock as he lets out a low groan and tries to squeeze his thighs together, “is fucking hot, daniel. you have no idea” you murmur, moving your face right infront of his again.
“let me show you how much i love it.”
so.. divorced dad! daniel is back..? 👀 neglected our resident dilf for too long! he’s back with a bang<3
aahh thank you for welcoming me with open arms ♡ i'm blushing and kicking my feet every time i take a look at your blog!! i had this thought about having a cozy night in with danny, cuddling and nuzzling into him while watching a movie or a show, softly caressing his tummy and happy trail without even thinking. your intentions purely innocent, eyes still focusing on the screen until you feel him shifting a little. you notice his pants bulging and he lets out a small laugh, apologising and telling you that your soft hand just feels too good on him. being a generous girlfriend, you just can't leave him hanging, can you?
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🧸 NONNIE HELLO!! i’m so sorry i’ve taken so long to answer :( was in my carlos feels for a while, but i’ve been sad recently.. and i think it’s missing daniel blues..
18+ content
honestly, this type of thing happens with daniel a lot. the most innocent things can get him going, and in his mind he’s like ‘down boy, down’ but his body goes against him.
perhaps his shirt had slipped up, exposing a slither of soft skin from his tummy, and then the dark hairs of his happy trail. you loved all of him, but especially his little tummy. it was a sign that he was happy, content and comfortable, that he wasn’t trying to meet unrealistic standards to be loved.
your hand makes its way across his body, sliding up his thigh and landing right where the little bit of skin is evident. you gently push his shirt up further, allowing the curve of his tummy to be more visible, and your eyes followed the trail of hair that was still going.
your hands are small, even moreso against the soft skin of his tummy. it sends a pool of heat to your belly, the size difference doing something to you. but, you put these thoughts aside. another time. you caress the soft skin, fingers drawing small shapes along his tummy as your eyes are back on the screen, your hand absentmindedly moving. you let your fingers graze along his happy trail sometimes, allowing the hairs to rub against your soft fingerpads.
daniel starts to shift, so you lift your hand and allow him to get comfortable in bed again. you hear a small pant escape him and you turn your head to the side, being met with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. you tilt your head, a small smile playing on your face.
“what’s up, dan?” you ask, and it’s innocent of course. but daniel gulps, because that’s only worsening the issue. he lets out a shaky laugh, moving his hand to take your own, and he moves it. you expect it to land back on his skin, but this time you’re met with the fabric of his joggers. you look down and— oh.
your hand is placed atop the bulge that wasn’t there before in his pants, and your eyes go back to his face. “sorry, sweetheart. i know that wasn’t your intention,” he murmurs, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “but your hand— your soft, little hand.. just felt too good, y’know?” he laughs softly, but you don’t miss the huskiness in his tone as he describes your hand. you giggle in return, sitting up and turning to face him properly.
you reach for his joggers, pulling them down until they rest just below his thighs and it gets a gasp out of daniel. he asks what you’re doing but you don’t reply, instead you pull down his boxers next and allow his erection to spring free. the sudden cold air against his cock and thighs send a shiver through daniel, body tending temporarily before he lets out a soft moan, hooded eyes on you.
you keep your eyes trained on his face as you wrap your small hand around his cock, slowly moving it up and down as you help daniel with his needs. the moans he lets out are delicious, and it only fuels the desire to keep helping him out. you switch what you do— from strokes to squeezes— allowing him to feel your soft hand in more ways than one.
“i couldn’t leave you needing, danny,” you say quietly, leaning in closer to his face. “it’s my fault you got like this, isn’t it? so it’s only fair i fix it.”
daniel just stares at you, mouth shaping into an ‘o’ before tilting his head back to let out the throatiest groan he had that night. “oh baby,” he whines, gulping once more. “you feel so good, helping me out. you’re so good f’me, aren’t you?” he asks, and now it’s your turn to swallow deeply and nod.
divorced dad! daniel was on the back burner for a while, but he’s back and better than ever! i’ve got some other asks to answer, but if you have anything you want to submit— don’t be shy!<3
heavily thinking about divorced dad!Daniel and his little daughter coming up to him and asking "daddy, can I color in your tattoos?" and this man happily rolls up his sleeve and lets his little girl get to work <33
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🫠 NONNIE!! every idea you deliver to me i love, fluff, smut or angst— you’re always on a roll. this is actually the cutest thing ever??
drabble below as per! <3
often times when you were over at daniel’s house, you weren’t really there for him. or well— just him. you went around to look after his kids a lot in the beginning, but as your relationship built with daniel, it built with his kids too. they wanted to see you more, spend more time with you and didn’t view you as just ‘the neighbour’ anymore. you were becoming something more to them, and everyone loved it.
that’s how you ended up where you currently were. sat at the dining table with daniel’s daughter, both with a colouring book in front of you and pens scattered around.
she was colouring in a lion currently, because it ‘reminded her of uncle maxy!’ who you had heard a little about. it was cute nonetheless, that she associated animals with her favourite people.
you were colouring in a tiger in your own book. her brother loved tigers, so you wanted to do a little something for him, seeing as you were already spending lots of time with his sister in creating it. you tried your best to be equal with them.
the atmosphere was cozy, the natural light shining through the thin curtains and onto the table, as if showcasing your colouring to the world. daniel’s daughter was talking away to you, going from topic to topic within minutes. like father like daughter, you supposed.
speaking of the devil, daniel appears behind you both and leans over the table. his daughter only notices him when a big shadow overtakes her on the table, causing her to gasp and turn around. upon seeing it was daniel, she squealed with excitement and made grabby hands to daniel.
daniel obliged, lifting her up and blowing a raspberry into her neck, which made giggles erupt from her little figure. “hello honey, what’re you doing?” he asked her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
she explained that you and her were colouring in, having some ‘girl time’, as she called it. you and daniel both laughed at it, before daniel asked what she was colouring.
“is it.. a giraffe?” “don’t be silly, daddy! it’s a lion.. like uncle maxy!!” she exclaimed, and you watched daniel’s face light up at the mention of uncle maxy.
“it sure is! i’m sure he’d love to see this next time he visits,” daniel nodded, before placing her back down on her seat. he peers over to your book, making a face.
“hmm.. i’ve seen better,” he shrugs with closed eyes, before opening one to peek and see your reaction. you don’t give him much, whacking his waist gently as he yelped, causing his daughter to giggle.
daniel had pulled a chair out from next to you, and moved it so he was now in the middle of you both. “perfect, between my girls,” was his reasoning, and you felt the blush coating your cheeks at it.
you and daniel were chatting away with one another when you were interrupted by a sudden gasp. you both turn to his daughter, worry etched into your expressions incase something had happened.
“what’s up, honey?” daniel asks, pulling her closer into him and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. the genuine worry and glint of fear in his eyes warms your heart a little. yes— maybe not at the best of times— but the fact he’s evidently so caring about his kids. it was one of his most attractive qualities.
“daddy, your tattoos!” she shouted, making daniel raise a brow and tilt his head to the side, beckoning her to continue. “they’re like pictures, like my book! can i.. can i colour them in?” she continues, suddenly turning a little shyer towards the end when she had to ask the question.
your eyes trail to daniel, and you watch as his signature grin makes it’s way onto his face, eyes crinkling as the crow’s feet appeared. “of course you can! how about.. this one?” daniel offers, moving so his astronaut tattoo was in eye-view of her. she squealed with excitement, clapping her hands before she picked up her pens and got to colouring.
you watched on fondly as she scribbled into daniel’s arm, doing her best to stay within the lines of the tattoo. her little tongue was stuck out in concentration, and you tried not to laugh when she had a serious thinking expression as she decided which colours to use.
you continued to chat with daniel, both of you checking in on her newest work of art as you spoke. you were once again interrupted by her gasp, but this time you both knew it wasn’t anything bad, and just a sudden thought that popped into her mind.
“you should colour one too!” she squealed, pointing to you before pointing back to daniel, a huge smile on her little face. how could you ever deny that offer?
“okay okay, i’ll join you,” you smile, and she giggles with excitement which makes your heart melt at the sound. “but,” you start, causing her to stop and stare at you with ‘o’ shaped lips, “which tattoo do i colour?”
once again returned the thinking face, but daniel was quicker than her— surprisingly. “actually, i have an idea,” he spoke up, making you both look at him with curiosity.
he spread his right leg out, his tattoo being revealed as his slutty shorts rode further up his thigh. the tattoo was magnificent, truly a work of art with how many pieces were in it. but, you knew what daniel was doing.
“now these might be partially coloured, but i would love for you to finish them off with your own little touch,” he started, batting those long eyelashes and staring at you with those big doe eyes. “maybe.. sit on the floor for it though? wouldn’t want you hurting your back, sweetheart.”
you almost called out his teasing behaviour, but his innocent daughter shouted “yeah!!” and oh.. how could you deny her..
so, here you were. sitting on the ground, colouring in parts of daniel’s intricate thigh tattoo, as his daughter coloured in the next tattoo on daniel’s arm— skull baby.
you couldn’t even be mad, it was a domestic moment between you all and you’d give anything in the world to have it happen more often.
NONNIEEE i loved writing this so much, it was the cutest thing ever!! hope you guys enjoy your fix of fluffy divorced dad! daniel<3<3
okay i was watching some old grill the grid videos & have u seen the one where daniel has no idea how to tie a tie??
imagine there’s a special event and he asks you to tie it for him 🫠😍 or you ask him to secure your necklace for you (those little acts of service are so hot to me)
this could absolutely work for divorced dad daniel, like imagine getting ready to go to a charity event for his kids school or something hehehehehehe
silk and stares | d. ricciardo
LIV!! i love that little clip, it lives rent free in my mind. this was originally a ramble but turned into a drabble. enjoy!!
part of the divorced dad!daniel series
warnings: post-divorce daniel, suggestive themes, age gap, unresolved sexual tension.
daniel was standing in front of the mirror in his modest bedroom, fingers fumbling uselessly with the silk tie around his neck. he let out a frustrated sigh, muttering something under his breath as he gave up and yanked the tie loose.
his kids school had a charity event running this evening, and of course he was going to attend. he had asked you to come over around an hour earlier, as an overseer as him and his kids got dressed up for the night.
now, you were leaning against the doorframe of the room, arms crossed as a smirk made its way onto your lips. “need some help there, mr. ricciardo?”
his gaze shot to yours through the mirror, his mouth quirking into a crooked grin. “i swear, i’m hopeless with these things. every time i think i have it figured out, and then..” he trails off, gesturing towards the tie that was hanging awkwardly around his neck.
pushing yourself off of the door, you step into the room and walk slowly towards him. the tension between you both was electric, unspoken, and only thickening as you got closer.
“you’d think a guy like you would’ve learned by now,” you tease, your tone light but a little suggestive as you approach him.
daniel chuckles, the deep timbre of it sends a small shiver through you. “guess i’ve always been better at taking things off than putting them on.”
the air grew heavier at his words, and you try to ignore the heat crawling up your neck. instead, you grab the tie and motion for him to turn towards you. “alright, let me fix this before you embarrass yourself in front of the PTA,” you tease, trying to move on from his previous comment. you didn’t want to, but.. you shouldn’t start anything you couldn’t finish quick enough. especially not before something important for his kids.
daniel complies, his hands placing themselves on your hips as you step close— too close. the smell of his cologne is warm and woody, something that makes it almost impossible to focus on the simple task at hand.
your fingers work deftly, slipping the silk fabric into a neat knot. as you loop it through, you couldn’t resist a little teasing. “you know, this really isn’t hard. you’ve been wearing ties for how long now?”
he huffs out a laugh, tilting his head to look down at you. “someone’s mouthy tonight, hm?” he murmurs, raising an eyebrow. when you continue to just smirk up at him, he starts talking again. “anyways, just.. not my strong suit. figured i’d just keep finding people like you to help me out.”
your lips quirk up as you tighten the knot and instead of stepping back, you pull him closer by the tie— forcing him to bend slightly toward you. his breath hitches, dark eyes locking on yours.
“you’re lucky i’m just such a good samaritan,” you tell him, voice dropping just slightly, enough to make it clear that your words carry a double meaning.
daniel swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing. his voice comes out lower than usual, “yeah? you always this nice to struggling dads, or am i just someone special?”
you tilt your head, fingers still gripping his tie as you take your time straightening it against his chest. “you? special?” you tease, allowing the moment to stretch, your voice light and playful but your eyes betraying you— betraying the obvious chemistry thrumming between you two. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
daniel smirks, his thumbs drawing small circles onto you as his other four fingers squeeze into your skin. “right. wouldn’t want to get the wrong idea,” he murmurs, voice tinged with something heavier, something that hung in the small space between you.
for a moment, neither of you move. the air feels thick with unspoken possibilities, his lips just mere inches away from yours as he stares down into you. you feel the heat radiating off him, his presence could only be described as magnetic, and you swore the only things holding you back were his kids downstairs, and the goddamn tie that was still in your hands.
finally, you step back and release the tie with a little pat to his chest. “there,” you say, your voice feigning nonchalance though your pulse was racing. you knew you weren’t fooling anyone, especially not daniel. but you still continued on. “now you won’t embarrass your kids. you’re welcome.”
daniel exhales slowly, a hint of his signature smirk returning to his lips. “guess i owe you one.”
you raise an eyebrow, already taking a few steps towards the door. “you owe me plenty, ricciardo. don’t you forget it.”
his laughter follows you out the room, but you don’t look back. if you had, you would’ve seen the way his gaze lingered on you, and just how tight his pants had become.
fuck.
⋆˙⟡ enjoy this? come chat to me through my ask box, publicly or on anon! i’d love to talk to you and hear your thoughts about it <3
I imagine there would be a school event let’s say and Daniel would go with his children of course, possibly want to take you with him, but his ex wife would insist that it’s a family event and you’re not family in any way or shape, no matter how much you take care of Daniel’s kids, this just isn’t a place for you and this could make Daniel uneasy because he’d see the logical part in his ex wife’s reasoning yet feel bad because you are his new partner and his kids like you and I imagine this uneasiness and perhaps indecisiveness from Daniel would spark uncertainty in you as well and that just hits right in the heart
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🫠 nonnie always pulling through.. i know that’s right!! but GOD?? the thought of this?? it pulls my heartstrings. the angst potential LORDDD.
you know the usual, drabble under the cut<3
“she’s not family, daniel,” is spat across the line, daniel wincing at the harshness in his ex-wife’s voice. “she looks after the kids— great. that doesn’t make her family all of a sudden.”
daniel’s fingers drum against the kitchen counter anxiously as she rambles on, adding more reasons why you shouldn’t be at the kids’ charity evening. parents were invited along of course, running stalls with their children. it was a great idea, the kids were so excited to tell you, daniel and their mother.
but they didn’t know themselves that their mother wasn’t onboard with it.
“it’s— it’s not fair to leave her out,” he interrupts, screwing his eyes shut in preparation for another shout down the phone. thankfully, it’s only a deep sigh so he can continue. “the kids love her, they were so excited to tell her,” he explains, a soft smile appearing on his face as he recalled the memory.
“i don’t care, daniel,” she tells him, and she definitely isn’t lying— he had never heard her sound so bored, apart from the times daniel had tried to organise date nights that were more.. him. not a good memory. “remind me what the first line of the handout says?”
daniel frowns out of confusion at the question, but obliges anyways. he grabs the sheet of paper from in front of him, opening it up and reading it out. “dear parents of—”
“there!” she shouts, daniel flinching at the sudden loudness. “parents, daniel. she is not their parent. never has been, never will be.”
daniel exhales deeply from his nose. fuck. he should’ve seen that coming. what happened to letters saying ‘parents or guardians’? he shakes his head, trying to think of a response.
but he doesn’t need to, as she speaks up again. “we aren’t discussing this any more now, daniel. break the news— although it really isn’t much of a newsflash— and then start organising your outfit,”
and then the line fell flat.
daniel places his phone on the counter, before allowing his head to fall into his hands with a heavy sigh. he was feeling many emotions. confusion— about the whole thing. upset— he wasn’t able to get his side in. anger— over the newsflash comment. you had come a long way with his kids, and be had a controversial opinion on who was a better mother figure to the two.
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“you can’t come tomorrow.”
the words feel like a stab in the heart when you hear them. daniel had sat you down in the living room after the kids had gone upstairs to play, and told you that he needed to talk to you.
you assumed it was serious, but you didn’t think it was this.
“what?” is all that falls from your lips, as you’re too shocked to form a proper sentence. daniel isn’t even looking at you, he’s more focused on picking his the nail of his index finger.
“you can’t— you can’t come tomorrow. i’m sorry, i know it’s quite late to tell you, but.. yeah,” he trails off, voice low. he still isn’t looking at you, hasn’t done since he asked you to sit with him. it feels dismissive, it feels wrong. it feels like a completely different person in front of you.
“have i done something? we were so excited to bake with the kids and sell their cakes,” you plead, reminding him that just yesterday, you were both so happy about the event.
“look— it’s.. it’s a parent event, yeah?” daniel lets out, cringing at his words. he hates that he’s listening to her, he doesn’t even agree with the decision, but something is telling him he has to.
then again maybe he shouldn’t, because the moment he finally looks up, he sees the saddened look on your face. he couldn’t read every emotion you seemed to portray— you looked upset, hurt and maybe.. betrayed? fuck.
“and— and please believe me when i say you do such a great job looking after them,” he starts, raising his hands as he goes to ramble out something to save his ass.
but you interrupt him with a dry laugh, shutting your eyes as you take a deep breath in. your head falls, and you stare down at your trembling hands that lay atop your thighs. suddenly your vision gets blurry and— oh, the tears have started.
daniel’s heart breaks as he sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he reaches out to comfort you. he wasn’t expecting it to be reciprocated well, but he wasn’t expecting you to completely pull away from him.
“sweetheart—” “don’t sweetheart me, daniel,” you snap, licking your suddenly dry lips. “i thought— i thought that maybe..” you started, daniel’s heart cracking even more at the wobble in your voice. “fuck— i really thought things were moving into a new chapter. i thought that the kids were seeing me as something more than just.. a babysitter. i thought you were starting to see me as something more than a fuck every now and then, like it was in the beginning.”
daniel gapes at your words, and shit. he hadn’t even thought about how the whole situation would have looked without context. but then again, would it have been better with it? it was too late to find out now, anyways.
“no— no, you know it’s not like that,” he tells you firmly, going to reach a hand out for you to comfort you, but he was taken aback when you abruptly stood up.
“i think i’m going to go,” you told him, not allowing nor wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say. as soon as you walked out the living room, he could only stare at the floor in disbelief.
he was trying so hard to obey to his ex, that he was completely disregarding you— his current partner’s— feelings. what the fuck was wrong with him?
he was brought back to reality when you had shouted upstairs to the kids, telling them you had to head back to your own house tonight— that there was some leftover work you had to do. daniel turned his head to the side, watching as his kids ran downstairs to give you a big hug, whining about how they wanted you to stay.
you didn’t even spare him a glance as you said your goodbyes, and he felt like the slammed front door was the only goodbye he’d be getting.
he had really fucked it.
okay honestly i did NOT expect it to get to 1k words.. LOL. angst just really draws me in and i get carried away!! thank you 🫠 nonnie again for this wonderful idea, you’re a godsend<3<3
