pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader x danny ricciardo
summary: when yn, Maxiel’s girlfriend, stops coming to races the fans assume the worse
a/n: ok I’m super superstitious for my sports teams so here’s another max 3x
a/n2: Cadillac part 2 is about 50% done and will be out this week! Promise
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f1_fan
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f1_fan: as the opening race in Australia approaches, I'd like to say I can't wait to see yn again
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user1: yesssss! Like move over boys, I'm here to see the queen herself
↳user2: can they fight? Like really? Can they fight??
↳user1: I'm willing to find out!
user3: I'm just super excited to see her paddock fits cause she already looks so good!
user4: it's the history and the yearning and the devotion and the dedication and the passion and the loyalty and the love
↳user5: literally one of the love stories of the century
↳user6: I want what they have
user7: ok but the way max and danny literally orbit her? When she's at the track, at least one of the boys is within touching distance
↳user8: I remember the video where yn pranked them by walking farther and farther away from them
↳user9: oh my god they looked so worried and panicked
user10: dare I say it? But best couple in the paddock
↳user11: oh you're right by a large margin
f1_fan
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f1_fan: umm? Where is yn? She NEVER misses Australia — it’s one of her home races! (Although I love that Danny came with max!)
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user12: Danny sighting!
user13: I miss heeeerrrrrr 😭
user14: I'm going to need someone to say something soon. I can't stand this silence…
↳user15: hate to have a parasocial relationship like this but…yeah I'm going to need someone answers
user16: Danny Danny Danny!!!
user17: …they look so good this weekend though
↳user18: they would look better with yn there with them!
↳user17: very true
user19: am I the only one who isn't worried?
↳user20: why aren't you?
↳user19: they don't look panicked or sad enough.
↳user19: if something HAD happened with yn, I definitely think we'd see some evidence of it. I think she just stayed home
↳user20: I'm desperately believing that
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user21: no this is so real
↳user22: legit where is she???
↳user22: she's never not been at this many races in a row!
user23: I just need a single sign of life guys please
↳user24: they can't do this to me…my mental stability relies heavily on them
user25: for me it's been the worried looks on max’s faces when he’s on the phone
↳user26: yeah that's been a concern of mine too…
user27: I can't do an yn/max/danny breakup this season. It’s bad enough that Danny isn’t on the grid anymore
↳user27: not on top of everything else, this would break me…
f1gossip
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f1gossip: Uh-oh — looks like trouble in paradise. After disappearing for a couple of months, eagle eyed fans spotted spotted Max Verstappen, Danny Ricciardo, and YN LN out for a cozy dinner. Things took a turn however and YN was seen storming out of the restaurant with Danny right behind her, where a verbal fight broke out. Max followed after and quickly ushered the fighting pair into a waiting car.
Is this a sign of a broken relationship or just a small hurdle to overcome?
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user28: oh my god men ain't shit
↳user29: isn't that the truth
user30: wait for me yn, I'll save you from them
↳user31: we all will!
↳user32: yn-fanbase unite!
user33: I don't like the look of that — they never argue
↳user34: no I've been a fan of them since they first stepped out together when max joined torro rosso
user35: this is absolutely not what I wanted…
user36: this is so odd…Danny and yn arguing? Does Not Compute
↳user37: this!!
↳user38: I don't think I've ever seen them argue…
↳user39: there's something going on that we don't know
f1gossip
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f1gossip: In his first interviews since the argument between his partners YN LN and Danny Ricciardo became public, Max was a pro at dodging questions relating to his personal life. All he would say was he was "there to race. I put my personal life aside when I'm on track. Let's stick to that."
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user50: I mean that's completely true…but we still want to know max!
↳user52: yeah! Come on max!
user53: I have a feeling we'll be getting mad max this weekend just based on the fact that people kept pushing him
↳user54: I mean whatever he needs to do to win
↳user55: I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss the Dutch national anthem
user56: he's so pretty when he's focusing…
not_yn: ok we're going to have to do something…this is getting ridiculous
↳not_danny: are you sure baby?
↳not_yn: not really but we need to
user57: Danny Ric and yn where are you!
↳user58: in out time of greatest need, they've disappeared…
maxverstappen1
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↳danielricciardo: you are legitimately glowing baby
↳yn: flattery won't help you here
↳danielricciardo: it's not flattery if it's true!
oscarpiastri: congratulations you guys
↳maxverstappen1: thanks man
↳yn: thank you Oscar — and thank you for the life size kangaroo? I don't know where we'll put it but thank you
↳oscarpiastri: Aussie Pride liked by danielricciardo, aussiegrit
charles_leclerc: Félicitations! You will be wonderful parents
↳yn: thanks cha 🥺
↳charles_leclerc: and I will report for godfather duties as soon as the race is over
↳landonorris: now wait a minute!
↳fernandoalo.oficial: I think you will find that you are already too late
↳aussiegrit: neither of you guys will win this fight
↳sebastianvetttel: neither will you
↳danielricciardo: oh boy…
danielricciardo
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danielricciardo: time for our first rodeo!
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maxverstappen1: that's not the name we agreed on
↳danielricciardo: but it's perfect!
↳yn: no
sebastianvettel: congratulations you three. parenthood is the best thing you'll ever do
↳yn: thanks Seb! And thanks for all the supplies — although I don't think we need the Ferrari themed complete nursery…
↳sebastianvettel: you absolutely do
↳charles_leclerc: you really do
↳maxverstappen1: throw it out schat
↳landonorris: yeah the McLaren one will look so much better
↳danielricciardo: that'll be a no
alex_albon: so when's the baby shower? Cause I need some time to get the best gift
↳yn: we'll text you
↳landonorris: ummm? The best gift will obviously be coming from me?
↳georgerussell63: bold of you to assume you're be giving the best gift
↳charles_leclerc: yes. very bold.
f1gossip
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f1gossip: and it was all smiles around as Max and Danny sit down for an interview together where they talk about life outside of racing, hobbies, and impending fatherhood
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user59: I'm so happy right now you don't even know
↳user60: this is everything I've ever wanted
user61: oh my god I'm still shaking! Baby Ricciardo-Verstappen!!
user62: that is gonna be the most loved baby ever
↳user63: it's also gonna be the cutest kid ever
user64: and we thought that they had broken up 😭😂
↳user65: ok but to be fair, it did look like that
user66: did they mention what the fight outside the restaurant was about
↳user67: yn wanted a specific brand of ice cream but couldn't remember the name or where she originally got it
↳user66: oh my god that's hilarious
user68: I need them to give interviews all the time
↳user69: they're literally the best together
yn
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yn: the 2 best fathers I could have asked for our child (also you're both hot as fuck wanna make another?)
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maxverstappen1: I mean…obviously
↳danielricciardo: if we ever say no, you need to check us into a hospital liked by jensonbutton, maxversatppen1, yn, charles_leclerc, read more
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Pairing/s : Daniel Ricciardo x Max Verstappen x reader
Face claim: non face from pinterest
Summary : you went to a club, pushed a little too much buttons, and found out the rough way.
Warnings: dark!max, dark!daniel, smut, pet names, noncon elements, manipulation, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, breeding kink if you squint, daddy kink LIKE REALLY BAD, pwp, will be added as the series go.
Author’s notes : missed writing so much, would love to start writing again and need some ideas, but please do not trust me this took 4 months from the time I started it. I don’t remember if I saw this quote somewhere or I invented it in my dreams but please tell me so I can properly credit it!
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“No… no— please enough—“ she choked out, desperately trying to crawl away from their grasp
“Are you sure? You seemed to really want this? So desperate for a dick” they mocked, relentlessly thrusting into her
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It all started when you were out celebrating with Max and Daniel after they secured a big deal and you were chugging down those shots like it was water.
You were never a heavy drinker, your pale face flushing after 3 shots, but you had to take advantage with how rare they allow you to drink.
You stayed in the private room for the first few shots, before declaring that you wanted to go onto the dance floor, which was met with a few frowns.
“Just stay here, schatje” Max hummed, his voice authoritary.
Daniel didn’t say anything, just shaking his head while pulling you into his lap, which earned a petulant whine from you.
“Pleasee, it seems so fun out there” You tugged onto the hem of his shirt, blinking your brown eyes like a puppy.
“A no is a no, schatje.” Max interrupted, knowing how susceptible Daniel is with your doe eyes, moving closer to the two of you and putting his hand onto your thighs as a warning.
You tsked a little before using your ace card “please papaa, I will be good, promise!” You blinked towards Max, jutting your lips and batting your eyelashes.
Max gave you the look, which you should have expected and you turned towards the weaker link, Daniel.
“Daddy, I have been a good girl, no? Pleasee?” You begged, hitting all of his weakest parts
“Fine, watch yourself out there though” Daniel said, earning disapproving looks from Max, but he stayed quiet.
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To be honest, what were they expecting? You? To behave? Jokes on them.
You were just exploring the dance floor, carefully testing out the waters and finding your vibe as you felt their heavy gazes still on you when a man quickly approached you.
You started chatting up a little, the fine gentleman introducing himself as Luca. You started flirting a bit, knowing that they are glaring at you, just feisty but not pushing it all the way.
He leaned onto you, whispering in your ears to fight the loud noises “What is a pretty girl like you doing out here alone?” He chuckled, his hands wrapping around your waist
At that moment, you knew you were soo fucked. “Oh I am not alone” you forced a smile, slipping away from his grip “I got to go, bye!” You quickly end the conversation and returned to Max and Daniel, not wanting to escalate things and making it worse for you.
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“Hi.. hehe…” you smile awkwardly, slipping onto Daniel’s lap and hiding from Max’s stares, burying your face in Daniel’s chests.
“You act like a dog in heat every time we let you off” Max mocks, his voice heavy with a hint of sarcasm.
You jut your lips out, glancing up to Daniel, asking to be defended, but he is looking down at you, his smile half hearted.
“That’s enough playtime for our princess, let’s get home” He caresses your hair, the action scares you, this is not a good sign at all.
“Daddy—“ you called out before you were quickly interrupted, Daniel’s face dark as he shook his head. “Don’t push your luck, you are already in trouble.”
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The car ride home was awful, you fidgeting in your seat while Daniel drives and Max glaring at you from the backseat.
“You know— I didn’t approach him first— and I left as soon as he got touchy—“ you started, trying to appeal your case.
“I think you should shut up before it gets worse for you, schatje.” Max cuts you off, not wanting to hear about your bullshit.
You jutted your lips out a little and stayed quiet instead, your brain going 100 miles per hour about how much trouble you’re in.
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The car parked into the garage and you quietly opened the door and walked towards the elevator, just accepting your fate.
You pressed the highest floor and stayed quiet on the elevator, Daniel and Max distracted with their own things.
You have just entered your penthouse when Max’s voice rings on your ears “bed. Now. Take your clothes off.” His ominous voice made you shiver before you hurriedly ran towards your shared bedroom.
You quickly undress yourself, your skimpy purple dress on the bedroom floor as you hurriedly unclasp your bra and toss your panties onto the floor before propping yourself on the bed.
It didn’t take long for the two men to enter the bedroom, Max with a dark look and Daniel with a menacing smile, you aren’t sure which one is scarier.
You stare at the two of them, your eyes filled with lust, but not daring to move towards them without an order.
“Such a slut, so desperate for a cock to fill you up?” Max mocks, his words full of disdain at your lustful eyes, tugging on his tie and undoing it in a few movements.
Daniel didn’t bother on saying anything, just undressing himself and approaching the bed, taking his position and pulling you onto his lap, chuckling at how you are dripping on his thigh.
“Need us to fill you up so bad, princess?” He hummed, scooping you up and sinking you onto his cock, earning a whine from you.
“Slowly—“ you whimpered, the stretch too much. “Too much—“ you choked out, the lack of preparation causing you to hiss in pain, gripping onto his tattooed thigh.
“Yeah? Think you deserve to be treated with love? After what you pulled earlier?” Daniel snickered, slamming you down onto his cock, earning a strangled gasp from you.
“Wait daddy—“ you choked out, your voice a strangled scream, trying to adjust to his size.
Max quickly approached you, his angry red cock leaking precum, his hands gripping your hair tightly and shoving his dick onto your mouth with no warnings, making you gag.
The two men continue to abuse you, not giving any seconds for you to adjust as they whisper filthy words into your ears.
You yelped a little when Daniel started reaching for your cunt, rubbing your clit and making you squirm, needing to reach your height.
“Please— please—“ you whined, pulling out from Max’s dick and turning towards Daniel, begging for his permission to cum.
“Eyes on me, schatje.” Max tsked, pushing your face back onto his cock, the action catching you off guard and making you gag.
You choked on his cock, tears blurring your eyesight as you lose the ability to breathe with Daniel still thrusting into you relentlessly, teasing your bud but not letting you reach your climax.
You focus on sucking Max off, licking on the tip and eagerly while your hands play around with his balls, squeezing it for good measure while Daniel continue to ram his cock inside you, pressing on your belly bulge and making you shudder.
You whimpered a little when his warm load pumped into your throat, looking up at him with your mouth gaping as he pulled out.
“Swallow.” He commanded, his face proud at the mess he had made, your face painted with his white semen.
You pout a little, your mouth about to let out a string of protest before you stopped yourself and swallowed instead, Max’s sharp look on you making you cower in fear.
You quickly plopped down on Daniel, your body exhausted. “Five minutes” you muttered, his cock still buried deep inside you.
Daniel chuckled, his voice sinister before he tightened his grip around your hips and slammed you back down on his cock, making you choke on your words and gasping for air.
“Wait danny—“ you gasped, oxygen getting knocked out of your lungs, your hand holding tightly at his wrist, begging for some remission.
“Now you know you don’t deserve that, princess.” He chuckled, his calloused hands caressing your face, the gentleness in contrast with his rough thrusts.
You whimpered, burying your face in his shoulder, your hands tangling over his neck, earning a low chuckle from him.
His hand then went down from your face towards your clit, rubbing his thumb against it, causing you to clench against his dick.
You let out a strangled cry when you reached your first orgasm of the night, your body spent, your naive self thinking it is over.
Daniel holds you up, his left hand caressing your back and letting you ground yourself, but not pulling out of you.
You shuddered when you felt cold lube drizzled over your ass, your face puzzled as you turned your head to look at Max.
“Did you think we were gonna let you off the hook that easily?” Max scoffed, shaking his head at your confused look.
You whined a little, turning around to look at Daniel, who gave you a slight shrug. You huffed a little before turning around to look at Max again.
“It’s too much— I'm sensitive right now” you whined, your voice dripping like honey.
“Well too bad, princess” he chuckled a little, leaning in to kiss you as he push himself in.
You gasp as he forced himself in, your body jerking away in response to no avail as Daniel grips your waist tightly, ensuring you stay in place.
“Maxie—!” You yelped, shaking your head, tears filling your eyes as Daniel offer some assurances to calm you down.
“Shh sweetheart, is okay, daddy is here, okay?” He hummed, pulling you in for a deep kiss to distract you as his hand snaked down towards your clit.
You bury your face onto Daniel’s shoulder, biting it for some relief as Max’s cock bullies itself into you.
You whimpered a little when Max successfully fit himself inside you, overwhelmed by both cocks stretching your inside.
“How does it feel, princess? Having two cocks pound you mercilessly? Bet this is one of your twisted fantasies.” Daniel sneered.
“D-Danny—“ you whined, overwhelmed by the poundings, your rim still throbbing from Max’s cock burying itself inside you.
“What?” He taunted, still slamming into you mercilessly.
“‘S too much— am gonna— cum—“ you mewled, begging for mercy as they are purposely taking turns thrusting into you, knocking out your breaths from your lungs.
“Then come” Max said indifferently, biting and marking his territory around your back.
You took it as a permission, snaking your fingers down to rub your clit when Max smacked your hand in a flash.
“I never said you’re allowed to do that” Max tsked, slapping your ass in condemnation.
You whimpered, frustrated at his words “but I need to get off-!” You groaned, bucking your hips against Daniel’s thighs for some release.
“Yeah that’s much better, grind your hips like a dog in heat if you want to get off so bad.” Max chuckled, his mean words shooting straight to your core, your slick dripping all over Daniel’s thighs.
You came with a strangled scream, your second orgasm ripping through you like thunder, making you see stars.
Despite your orgasm, the two men refused to slow down, instead hammering into you much stronger than before, making you choke on your saliva.
“No… no— please enough—“ you choked out, desperately trying to crawl away from their grasp.
“Are you sure? You seemed to really want this? So desperate for a dick” they mocked, relentlessly thrusting into you.
Your words went into deaf ears as they continued their relentless assault, chasing their own highs, the two men exchanging sloppy kisses as you tried to escape from their grasps, predictably failing.
“Wait— am coming— again—“ you gasped, your hand reaching for Daniel, intertwining it with his neck as your sharp nails scratch against his back to ground yourself.
Max and Daniel both thrusted into you together, all three of you coming in sync, their cocks shooting loads of cum into you, filling you to the brink.
You were half awake when they pulled out, their semen leaking through your red and bruised insides.
“So pretty, sadly you are such a slut for cocks” Daniel sighed mockingly while Max went to grab a wet cloth to clean you.
Max helped you up to drink some water while Daniel cleaned you up and helped you put on a new set of pajamas before tucking all three of you in.
“We love you, schatje” Max whispered, kissing your forehead gently, before lulling you to bed.
“Goodnight, princess.” Daniel hummed, tucking your bangs behind your ears, and off you go to dreamland.
both men snickered behind your back as you poured them their drinks. it was their second of the afternoon. out on the boat. the bright sun was bugging your eyes but you had to stay focused. the tag of the collar you wore gleamed in the sunshine. 'property of max verstappen' the gold tag read against the black leather of the collar that was secured around your neck. and don't think about trying to take it off, max was currently playing with the key to the lock between his fingers. it wasn't coming off until max wanted it off. and while max marked your throat with italian leather, you knew your left ass cheek was bruised after daniel didn't want to keep his hands to himself anymore. he liked watching how the fat of your ass jiggled when he groped and slapped the skin. marking it in a dangerous purple.
"where's the drinks beautiful!" daniel barked a laugh and max nudged him in the side which resulted in them both laughing. max added, "c'mon, i'd hate to cut your allowance." you could feel their hungry gazes on your backside. hungry like animals as you tried to finish making their drinks. most women with enough self respect would've snapped back, even splashing a drink in their faces. but you continued to pour the gin into the cup with shaky hands. almost dropping the bottle on the counter when you felt the shock of pleasure race up your spine. you slammed your free hand onto the counter and tried not to moan. these sick fucks, these horrible sick fucks. you composed yourself and tried to keep on steady legs, but the heels you were forced to wear only made your steps awkward as you brought the drinks to the two men on a tray.
they watched you almost stumble over to them. your breasts bounced with each step. the bikini you wore did little to support your larger chest, but then again you used the term 'bikini' lightly. it was a pathetic excuse for swim-wear. you were certain if max kept you naked all afternoon it would constitute swim-wear better. you handed them their drinks, bent over a little to hand it to them personally. but when you tried to go back to the bar counter to put the tray back, max stuck out his foot. and without thinking you tumbled over and onto the floor.
you almost landed face first with your ass up. you braced yourself with your hands. but even that struck pain through your palms and forearms. you let out a pathetic whine and tried to get yourself up, but you were kept down by a shoe against your back. maybe it was sick revenge. you were christian horner's daughter, and both men had a bone to pick with him. max drove a shit car and daniel had been jerked around enough by the team principal over the years. didn't even give the aussie driver a proper goodbye when he was booted from formula one. it didn't help that max made it all better by slipping a healthy amount of euros into your pocket after each visit. good look telling daddy where you were tonight. you could hear the ice clanking in the cup as additional pressure was placed between your shoulders. "you have to be careful." max's words were attempting to be gentle, but you could hear the venom loud and clear. you squirmed a little under his foot but instead he leaned down to trail the glass across your heated skin, "stupid little thing." he sighed, "if you weren't a horner, you'd just be another dumb slut. you like this don't you?"
you squirmed and both men laughed. it echoed in the depths of your skull. it rattled something in you. a deep need you carried, you did like it. even when you cried, you loved it. max verstappen and daniel ricciardo had no interest in treating you with kindness. with the amount of money they had, and the amount of influence their carried. you could complain to the highest court about the bruising and intimidation and they'd simply laugh at you. even your dear father would suggest you just ignore it. he couldn't afford to lose max anyway. you tried to push yourself up, but max pressed harder, "behave." his tone was dangerous. daniel laughed, "does her old man even know where she is this afternnon?" max shrugged, "i don't know, but maybe we should send her back with a little message for dear horner." then took his foot off your back. both men grabbed you roughly and you ended up in max's lap. his cock up and against your back. "you dress like a slut, you know that right?" max said as he dragged his cold drink between the valley of your breasts, the flesh still barely hidden by the bikini top. both men saw how hard your nipples were getting, "but you like that don't you? you like when men fuck you up." he put the glass to your lips and made you take a sip while daniel quickly finished his. he was knelt between your legs, that max kept open. with a few sips of the strong gin and tonic, you were undressed.
there was a slight miracle to be had as the boat was far enough away from shore that no one could see what the two drivers were going to do to you. nude and vulnerable between two top drivers. the daughter of one of the most hated men in formula one. if anything daniel and max were doing a service to their dear fans. enacting revenge on horner by fucking his eldest daughter. bruising you so nicely. max's cock fit into you nicely and your voice grew hoarse. daniel's fingers were on your clit, teasing you until your back was arched. but, max kept you pinned to him with his strong arms around you middle, "greedy whore." he said. daniel added, "aren't you being a little mean, max?" both men looked at each other and laughed before they said, "no." max fucked you quickly. you could take him easily, he had spent months training your poor pussy to accommodate him. the stretch however burned as he fucked you with little remorse. and daniel's fingers on your clit made you whine louder. there was little time to get familiar. the men wanted it to hurt, to sting. a reminder that horner may jerk them around, but they would do it tenfold on your poor body. maybe you should've stayed the summer at the university you attended, instead of in the jaws of the two. you could feel max so deep and your noises almost became screams when daniel bit at your exposed breasts. your nipple between his teeth as he pulled a little too hard. the noises only got louder when daniel sank two fingers into your aching cunt alongside max's throbbing cock. your eyes rolled back a little and daniel laughed, the noise echoed in your fucked out brain, "eyes open, beautiful. you wanna be awake for this." you had no idea what they'd even try if you lose consciousness. both men were insatiable. the feeling of the double penetration left you hazy, unable to do much but take it. both men spoke, but the words went over your head. their paces were aggressive, especially daniel despite using his fingers to stretch you perfectly. "i see why you have to collar her, max." daniel said before he licked your clit which made you kick out your legs so hard the stupid heels you wore fell off. he looked to his friend, "it's like a dog almost, right? if she wanders a little too far, someone will always bring her home." max placed a heavy hand on your throat and replied, his lips nose up against your neck, "of course. thought about 'leaking' some photos i have of her. make it hard for her to have a job if the whole internet can see her tits." his words were dark, but there was little you could do about it. daniel laughed, "and she can't live in daddy's money forever." max held onto your throat a little tighter as he fucked you, "how does that sound? be my personal little slut forever? stuck with me." you could almost feel his teeth against your flushed skin. daniel laughed, "we don't have to be on shore till tonight, i think that's more than enough time to ruin her reputation." daniel licked your clit once more and you choked out a pathetic moan. it sounded delicious.
you looked like a whore. and whore that didn't even get to finish in the end. max fucked you to completion and when you got close to orgasm yourself, daniel pinched your clit with his other hand and said, "oh no, no, no." his move star smile blinded you, "you don't get to finish, until i do." you tried to form words, but nothing came to mind. you felt on another planet while these men devoured you. eventually they gave you the luxury of a bed below deck, but that only meant more chances for them to bruise your pretty insides. you didn't get to finish until max and daniel finished in you twice each. the cum soaked into your skin, in your hair and the taste in your mouth. your cunt raw and your skin bruised your hand prints and bite marks. by the time they were done, you were sandwiched between them in a crumbled mess on the bed. when max slapped your ass, adding to the bruises, he said, "get up. we want another drink." and when you cracked your eyes open you realized that you wouldn't be wearing a scrap of clothing when you went to the deck. except max's tag around your throat. <3
a/n: some kind of force took over me, i don't know what happened.
summary: Max, Daniel, and you. Inseparable. Their bond from childhood rivals to best friends to lovers.
themes/warnings: alcohol, no smut, domestic, fluff, some angst, hint of daniel being possessive, daniel's tattoos, no use of y/n THIS IS FICTION
wc: 1.8k
a/n: craving maxiel x reader that isn't straight up smut so enjoy this completely self indulgent fic. also trying to get back into writing so if you have request pls put them through <3
read on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/59444749
You and Max grew up racing together in karting. Your families weren’t friends but you two gravitated towards each other after a few years of hard racing and a fair share of head butting. Your shared love of cats really began your relationship.
You were usually the only girl at the track so you were subject to endless teasing from the other boys about many things, including your close friendship with Max. It didn’t really matter though, you or Max ran them off track eventually and the comments and snide remarks stopped.
Your relationship with Max never grew from more than a friendship, except for that one time when you were thirteen and you shared each other’s first kiss behind a building behind a building before a race, for good luck of course. You and Max ended up sharing a 1-2.
Max ended up joining the Red Bull Driver Academy whilst you joined the Mercedes Driver Academy. The rival academies were of no concern to either of you and had long ago figured out how to manage your relationship on and off track.
Max ended up making his Formula 1 debut a year earlier than you. This was when he properly made Daniel’s acquaintance.
Daniel. Charming. Loud. Handsome. Cheerful. The Australian had the motorsport world wrapped around his tattooed fingers, including Max. Many of your phone calls with Max that year involved a funny anecdote about Daniel’s antics that week.
You joined the grid a year later, driving for Williams and wanting to prove yourself for the Mercedes seat. No one was more excited than Max, eager to have his childhood best friend and now F1 best friend in the same place for twenty something weekends a year.
You finally met Daniel that year. He was everything you thought and more. His kindness and genuine nature surprised you, having pulled you aside for coffee and a quick chat during pre-season testing. After all, it wasn’t long ago that he was a young, nervous rookie.
You were sucked into the shiny whirlpool of Daniel Ricciardo soon after. Hangouts with Max in his Monaco apartment on off weeks turned into the three of you spending hours on each other’s living room floors. On the days where distance separated the three of you, Facetime calls and gaming sessions were the norm.
You and Daniel started seeing each other three years into your F1 career. At this point, you had lost the last of your baby fat and had grown into a beautiful young woman. Daniel had always thought you were beautiful, but recently, you had become something otherworldly.
It started after someone’s birthday celebration in some Monaco nightclub. You and Daniel danced together as you always had, but Daniel’s grip on your hips was tighter and the way he leaned down on your neck was closer than he had ever been. He eyed off other men, daring them to try and take a piece, knowing he’d come out on top.
Max was oblivious to the entire situation, too blind drunk to notice the lingering touches as you and Daniel helped him into bed at the end of the night.
A light hand on your hip, a longing glance in the dim light of the kitchen ended with you in the guest room, wrapped in Daniel’s arms as he worshiped you until the early hours of the morning.
Daniel greeted you with a cup of coffee, an old Red Bull shirt he kept at Max’s, and a joke that you looked good in the red and dark blue.
You two started up a breakfast in the kitchen, bringing out a hungover and bleary eyed Max from his room. Max didn’t catch the look shared between yourself and Daniel, a silent agreement to not tell Max about the night before. Max ignored the Red Bull shirt with the giant 3 on the back, chalking it up to not wanting to wear alcohol ridden clothes, rather than a sign of Daniel’s claim on you.
You and Daniel continued seeing each other for the next year. Well, “seeing” each other in loose terms. You kept it casual, aware of the challenges of romance as an F1 driver, more so between two drivers and even more so when you’re the first female F1 driver in what felt like forever. Still, for what it’s worth, both of you never saw another person.
Max began catching on soon enough. A flash of pink fabric behind a closing door of Daniel’s room, much too small for one of Daniel’s loud shirts. Fading bruises on your chest, only noticeable up close on yacht days in the summer. Max seeing Daniel going into your room late Saturday night and seeing you two walk into the paddock together the next morning.
Safe to say, Max was confused. He wasn’t upset that you and Daniel were hanging out without him. It would be more weird if you two weren’t. But the nature of your relationship was confusing to him, enough for him to begin digging.
Now, Max wasn’t one to snoop, but he’s known you long enough for you not to care. You were in the shower after some shared training which was good enough an opportunity for him. Your password remained the same, but Max scrolled past the games he’d play on your phone to your photo album. Nothing out of the ordinary, some dumb selfies and pictures from the paddock and Monaco.
Two photos caught his eye. The first, a dark room illuminated by the flash from your phone. You were lying against your sheets, hair messy on the pillow behind you. You were smiling, eyes tired, but there was an unmistakable hand with a rose tattoo around your neck - Daniel. The second, less obvious but still recognisable to Max. The morning light was streaming through your window and a man sat on the edge of your bed, his back to the camera. The defining curls were definitely Daniels and the muscles on his back were the same ones Max had been admiring for years.
Max put the phone back where he found it. He had the confirmation he wanted but it didn’t settle the heavy pit in his stomach. Both you and Daniel were attractive people, there was no denying that. He’d even caught himself looking at you both several times throughout the years. Sometimes he was delusional enough to think the looks were reciprocated, but that would be in his wildest dreams.
The feeling was no longer confusion. It was a strange myriad of emotions he’d only felt in fleeting moments, quickly shut down by his brain. The dam is open now. A feeling longing for his best friends, the people he loved most and could never define his relationship with. Jealousy, not directed at a single person, but perhaps at both of you in a way Max could not understand yet. Betrayal, for not being told or trusted enough with this information, when Max could tell the both of you anything.
You could tell something was bothering Max, but you never pushed. He’d come to you when he was ready. Years of knowing Max has taught you enough of his emotional processing. Still, you brought it up to Daniel one night in bed. He assumed it was stress at Red Bull, but you thought otherwise.
It came to a boil at Daniel’s apartment one night. The three of you organised a casual homemade dinner. You answered the door with dishevelled hair, blaming it on training earlier in the day but if anything, it was from certain activities prior to Max’s arrival.
All three of you had a few drinks that night. Max was sober enough to know what was happening but had enough alcohol to count as liquid courage.
Max sat on a beanbag on the floor, eyeing you and Daniel on the couch. You sat on the end with a glass of wine, Daniel right next to you, thighs touching yours despite the spacious couch.
I know you two have been hooking up.
Shock. Panic. Backs against a corner. Words stuck in a clogged throat.
Apologies streamed out, from you and Daniel. Your hand ended up in Max’s hair, your other holding his hand. Daniel on Max’s other side, holding his hand and arm. Tears came from all three of you.
Max sat there, almost numb and resigned. He was hurt, but he also hated seeing you and Daniel like this. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the heightened emotions or the unholy combination of both.
Consequences be damned. The three of you will emerge from the aftermath later, like always. Max just needed his people.
Max leaned in to you and cut you off mid sentence with a hard kiss. Another round of shock, then confusion from which emerged a feeling of familiarity. These were the same lips that touched yours all those years ago. This was Max, who always had your back. Your Maxie. You kissed him back and the grip he had on your hand tightened.
Max pulled away, breathless and eyes wide. But breathing was you, and breathing was Daniel so he pulled Daniel in by the curls on the back of his head. Daniel pressed in as much as he could because this was Max. His Max, and when he had no one, he always had Max.
They had each other that night, making up for emotions and lost time, where nothing else mattered but the three of you.
Max lay in between you and Daniel in the sobering dawn light. You leaned on your forearm, running your fingers through Max’s hair. Daniel lay half asleep, cuddled into Max’s side.
I need you. Both.
Max spoke those words into the ceiling. A crossroads, that would forever change the trajectory of your lives.
Daniel blinked sleepily at you. Another silent communication, that perhaps Max was the missing piece between the both of you; the catalyst for the next step.
We’ll have you.
Always.
You layed back down, tucking yourself into Max’s side. Daniel tightened his grip around Max’s waist and drifted off into sleep.
Life became a little simpler after. You all kept your own apartments, but every night was a sleepover with your best friends. Things eventually started migrating between places; toothbrushes in mugs, each other’s hobbies and crafts and everyone’s favourite snacks having a permanent stash in each other’s apartments.
Daniel liked to begin mornings by bringing in coffee for the three of you. He blamed the Italian in him when Max protested one early morning and tried to bury himself further into the sheets and you.
He was an extrovert and a lover at heart, so it wasn’t a surprise when Daniel’s personal team found out about the relationship first. The public would never know, they were long ago used to seeing the three of you out and about, even when the catch ups turned into dinner dates.
Daniel was a giver, proven to him on the night Max won his first championship. A quiet moment on the balcony of his hotel room, watching you and Max slow dance, the lights of the city reflecting on your slinky black dress. He realised he would give anything for you and Max.
Begging begging crying on my knees for some Daniel corrupting Max corrupting Charles (corrupting reader ?) where they are all fucking brats with each other and Danny’s oveeeer it and drops the sweet goofy act THE SECOND the door closes
EXCUSE ME!?!?
i could imagine in a race where danny won, smiling and cracking some jokes while desperately charles and max who got podium but they're arguing about who really deserved that p2 spot and then you're standing on the side as charles' pr person but it's hard to control charles when he's being a brat and so behind the scenes, all three of you arguing
"charles stop talking youre only making this worse!"
"its not my fault! max started it, he's such an asshole for pushing me off track like that!"
"thats just how racing works, maybe youre better on your fucking knees than on the track!" max scoffs and youre glaring at max,
"don't talk to charles like that?"
"or what? huh? gonna spread your little pussy and 'reward' him or whatever bullshit the two of you do?"
and then the unmistakable sound of the door locking behind them snaps all your heads to see daniel standing there with his arms crossed against his chest, "i win a damn race, and the three of you are here to ruin my fucking mood."
needless to say, daniel's "punishment" for the three of you becomes more and more filthier the longer he has the three of you fuck your anger out. and despite being spent and tired at the end, he's snapping his fingers going, "now how about servicing the winner?" with a wicked gleam on his face.
authors note | hello everyone! for my us followers (but this is open for everyone!) you all know thanksgiving is approaching and especially right now it might be a difficult time being around others after the recent election. in general the holidays might seem like a lonely time for some so i figured to host a little friendsgiving celebration! read below for details on the event and i hope you all enjoy <3
event schedule — november 24th to november 30th
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APPETIZERS 🫕 would you rather, fmk(iss), this or that, any games you got in mind send to my inbox. that is all i came up with haha
MAIN COURSE 🫔 social media au send a driver + small summary/concept you want and i will create a post for it it <3 here’s an example of what they’d look like but a shorter version
DESSERTS 🍮 choose from one list below or multiple ones and i will write a small blurb, drabble, or text message au based off it! (for the text messages it’ll be a f1 grid post rather than just one driver only)
¹ smut ² smut
¹ angst ² angst
¹ fluff ² fluff
COCKTAILS 🍸 will create a pinterest board, playlist, or moodbaord based off your favorite driver + trope/concept
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who you can request ! charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr., lewis hamilton, lando norris, oscar piastri, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, alex albon, mick shumacher, pierre gasly, sebastian vettel, fernando alonso, franco colapinto. pairings: lestappen x reader, charlos x reader, landoscar x reader, carlando x reader, maxiel x reader, versainz x reader
what i will write ! angst, fluff, smut, poly relationships + threesomes, cheating, age gaps
extra details ! my blog is more for 18+ especially with this event involving smut concepts i don’t feel comfortable with any minors sending requests so please be respectful of that. i am only one person so i may not get to all the requests but i will try my best so please be patient <3
