#liam lawson suggestive

[httpiastri]

santa tell me with liam and “you just lying there and looking pretty is enough for me” 😏😏

liam 🥺🥺 thank u for sending this in sweetheart aaaaaa all of my liam fics have gotten stuck in my drafts for so long, finally time to post something……

"liam- fuck!"

the filthy sounds leaving you has your boyfriend smiling into your folds, humming in satisfaction. your hands grasp the bed covers as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your vision turning black and your mind growing hazy.

liam's touch is soft and innocent now, much unlike how he's been up until this moment and much unlike how your body responds to it. his thumbs brush the insides of your thighs, lips leaving sweet kisses leading up to the skin right below your belly button as he helps you come down from your nth climax of the night.

you'd missed him so badly ever since he last left. his warmth, his comfort, his touch. when you told him that you hadn't been able to come since he last left, none of your toys or your own touch being as good as his, you hadn't expected to end up like this; already fucked out by just his fingers and tongue, your body completely worn out on his first night back. he had been away for f1 and super formula duties for too long, so many weeks without any time to come home. you were practically starved of him – and he wanted to make up for it.

pride swells in his chest at the way your legs shake and your chest heaves for air, a little grin growing on his lips as he moves his hands up to stroke the sides of your ribs. "there we go," he hushes, lips trailing up your stomach. "you're doing so good..."

when you open your eyes, he looks so content, like he's so lucky he's won the lottery. in his mind, he has – to have this beautiful view before his eyes is something only the world's most lucky man could wish for. it all drives him crazy; your pretty lips slightly parted, your dazy eyes and your flushed cheeks.

a drop of your cum rests on his bottom lip, and you let your thumb swipe across it before landing on the side of his cheek. you pull his face down to yours and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue when he licks into you. liam must have some kind of superpower of never getting tired because even now, when he's jetlagged and exhausted after working so much, his entire focus is on you and your body. his hands move up and down your body, thumbs dipping inside your bra and gently brushing over your sensitive nipples. you reluctantly part from the kiss, keeping him close enough for his lips to brush yours as you speak. "my turn now," you tell him, hands palming his broad shoulders as you blink up at him. you then move them further down, fingers grazing his abs before reaching the hemline of his boxers.

but, liam shakes his head. he sits down on his heels, hands wrapping around your wrists. "no way."

"hey," you start, frowning. "you've done so much for me..." you wriggle your hands out of his grasp, reaching down to wrap one hand around his dick and letting a thumb rub over the tip through his underwear. "let me give you something back."

he lets out a shaky breath at the feeling, eyes shutting instantly as he leans forward to grab your sides again. your hands around him for the first time in so long feel so much better than he remembered, and he throws his head back slightly, showing off his beautiful neck and the way his adam's apple bobs when he gulps. he lets you pump him a couple of times as his grip grows firmer, basking in the sensations spreading through his body. but when your hands move up to pull his boxers down, he stops you again. "you're sweet, but no. you don't need to."

you stare up at him with a puzzled look.

"you just lying there and looking pretty is enough for me." you swat at his shoulder, a faint blush reaching your cheeks. you're just about to argue when he shuts you up by leaning down to kiss you again. he presses against you harder than before, the way his hips brush against yours drawing out a whine from the back of your throat. he pulls away, giving your nose a quick peck. "will you let me fuck you properly now, my pretty girl?" he asks as he nudges his tip against your entrance, only a thin layer of fabric separating the two.

you hang your arms around his neck, batting your eyes at him. you can't stop the pout from reaching your lips. "please, liam."

and who is he to deny his girl when she's begging so nicely?

[ilikecarsandlike4people]

Hope your ankle heals up soon. For doodle hours: Yuki and Liam in that ball pit pool at the RB energy station in Monaco :)

"Peek-a-boo!"🦩

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING CAUTIOUS !!! LIAM L. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: the word lost its meaning when she became an aphrodisiac that didn’t need to be consumed.

content warning: smut below the cut (minors dni!), short blurb i’m sorry, fingering if you blink, suggestive, exhibitionism content, outdoor sex (hot tub), this didn’t eat i’m sorry

💌re:moony's planner request: i saw a picture of him in a hot tub and i so want like outdoor sex with the thrill that anybody can see them and get caught 🙏

note: where have i been? idk- but i hope you guys enjoyed that australia 2024 podium finishers smut tho— now all of my requests are threesomes. enjoy xx

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for her, the hot tub that was laid outside the deck of their secluded airbnb was meant to be a place for relaxation - the view of the mountains was right in front of her. 

the sight of the mountain was so beautiful that she couldn’t help but lean over the edge of the tub as the jetted stream let the hot water flow with movements. 

it was a delightful sight. alongside that was a serenity that the airbnb offered. the only thing that she could hear was the bubbling of the hot tub and her casual paddling beneath the water. 

but to the new zealander, the mountains in front of the tub wasn’t the delightful sight he was staring at.

it was the backside of his girlfriend; the curves that glistened because of the water while she wore nothing but a bikini that had her butt peeking out. 

liam lawson didn’t need an aphrodisiac to feel hot and bothered. not when his girlfriend was a delightful sight to see-  in the most raunchy yet romantic way possible, if liam would say so himself. 

liam didn’t even second guess as soon as he hopped into his swim trunks, slipping onto the hot tub right behind her without making her aware of his presence.

she seemed to be mesmerized by the view. liam could give her a reason to be mesmerized; it didn't have anything to do with the view though. 

she sighed softly when liam’s lips began to attach themselves onto the nape of her neck, her hips automatically pushing itself back against his as liam’s hands pulled her closer. 

under the water, his hips grinded against hers and she moaned at the friction shared between them.

“mmm- li,” she uttered, her protests falling apart because of her reactions, “we’re outdoors.” 

“hmmm…” liam didn’t even hear what she said, too busy feeling her up from behind and his hand snaking through her bikini bottom. 

she whimpered at his brief touch of her clit as she continued to protest, “people might see—“

liam smirked at her comment as he said, “yeah? in such a private area?”

“li…”

liam tutted his girlfriend softly while he continued to press against her clit and make a slow circular motion on it. “baby, we paid for the whole place. whoever sees that’s their fault.

“you love it don’t you?” liam let out a hum while he continued to nip on her ear, “you love the thought of being caught while you’re too fucked out, hm? you want to be fucked out here, no?” 

“i can tell you want to be fucked out here, baby,” liam teased his blushing girlfriend, who couldn’t help but moan and whimper. “you want people to catch you getting all horny and hot f’me.”

“yeah…” she whispered quietly.

“yeah?” liam chuckled huskily, as if he was taunting her to speak more.

he knew he had her at the palm of his hand. she was already a putty when he began touching her, so he did the next best thing that followed her reaction and liam inserted a finger into her seeping cunt. 

“you’re already wet at the thought of it and that’s not even the jacuzzi, baby,” liam crooned with a sinister grin, his other hand tugging off her bikini and leaving it to rest somewhere outside of the tub.

he kicked off his swim trunks, his toned arm reaching out to tug on her hair as she let out a pitiful whine of his name, “liam, please! fuck…”

“please what?” liam taunted, “please make you scream? make everyone know how much of a slut you are for me?” 

“please what, baby?” 

no word escaped her mouth, leaving liam to chuckle darkly. 

it was as if she was already long gone before she could even warn him about keeping it down and fucking her inside the rental instead. 

this gave liam more control and more opportunities to wear her out. the word ‘cautious’ lost its meaning the moment liam fingered her in this outdoor jacuzzi and her eyes began to roll back. 

“let’s see how much you can scream f’me, baby,” liam said, sliding his cock into her desperate hole.

he didn’t care about losing his dignity- fucking outdoors where people could possibly see them.

he was getting lost in her beauty and her sobbing while she told him that she was cumming over and over again. 

his hips couldn’t even find themselves to stop, overstimulating himself and her while liam continued to thrust his cock until he repeatedly glided into her sensitive spot. 

he couldn’t care much about anything. he couldn’t even find himself to be cautious when all he knew was that his girlfriend was weeping for his cock and for more. 

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[lovelytsunoda]

the man with the hex // liam lawson

summary: he stayed to hand out candy but actually just wanted to make out. unfortunately, hungry kids won’t wait to ring the doorbell.

pairing: liam lawson x female! reader

warnings: allusions to sex, liam is a horny teenager, very suggestive but no smut, reader gets baby fever real fast and liam has a dirty mouth. I am incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man, apparently.

"jesus fuck!"

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, watch your language!" her mother shouted from the kitchen

next to her on the couch, liam snickered, pulling her closer. guillermo del toro's 'cabinet of curiosities' was playing on the screen, and y/n had been jumpy throughout the whole episode.

y/n was a gentle soul. she preferred cozy mysteries, and humorous action thrillers as opposed to straight up horror. sure, the pillars of the slasher genre were wonderful films (she's first in line to see any new 'scream' movie), but she did not do well when she was genuinely scared.

"sorry, mom!" she shouted, resting her head against liam's shoulder. "liam has bad taste in movies."

"it's one episode!" the kiwi laughed. "i'm sorry, you can pick the next movie."

y/n rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch to hug her parents goodbye. she and liam had agreed to stay in that night, allowing her parents to go to an annual charity event thrown by one of her fathers friends. her sister was at a party, and as someone who had a quiet, peaceful life and wasn’t always invited to things, y/n was extended a chance to stay at home.

of course, learning that they would have the house to themselves, liam was all too quick to tag along, for less than wholesome reasons. while y/n had planned a couple's movie night, complete with matching hotel transylvania costumes and a stack of scooby doo movies, wheras liam had planned to get her to scream in more ways than one.

y/n got up from the couch, her nylon-clad feet skidding across the hardwood as she went to hug her parents. "bye guys, i'll see you in the morning."

"have a great time, mr. and mrs. (your last intital)!" liam shouted

"no funny business with my daughter, lawson. and no drinking." her father scolded, pointing his finger towards his daughter's boyfriend.

"dad! we're adults, i think we can handle ourselves." she laughed, giving her father a hug before her parents went out the front door.

she closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked and the jack-o-lantern on the front porch turned on before backtracking to the kitchen and refilling the candy dish she and liam had been snacking from.

"you'll have to keep an ear out for the front door, but other than that, do you want to put beetlejuice on when this is over?" she suggested, bringing the candy bowl back over to the couch and curling into her boyfriend.

"i dunno, your parents are gone, i kind of hand something else on my mind." liam grinned, one hand trailing up her thigh.

"oh yeah?" she purred, maneuvering herself into liam's lap, poking his nose before kissing him softly, her blue lipstick smearing against his skin.

liam cupped her face with his free hand, his other arm going around her waist to pull her closer. she hummed contentedly as she nestled her body into his, taking his top lip in between her own.

“your lipstick tastes good.” liam remarked, lips ringed in the dark blue cosmetic. “like blue raspberry.”

“you’re such a dork.” she giggled, brushing an errant blonde hair out of his face before kissing her lover again.

liam moaned into it, feeling himself grow harder every time that her thigh brushed over his crotch. she was driving him wild, the end of cabinets of curiosities forgotten as they made out like teenagers.

the doorbell rang, startling them both as they jolted on the couch. y/n pulled away from liam, wiping the smudged gloss from her swollen lips before getting off the couch and reaching for the bowl of cadbury chocolates across from her.

“trick or treat!”

there were three kids standing in the doorstep, each dressed as a different superhero as they held pillowcases out in front of them as she dropped handfuls of pocket sized chocolates into the bags.

“you kids have a great night.” she chirped, waving not just to the kids, but to the parents waiting on the sidewalk before slipping back into the house.

she left the plastic candy dish on the front bench, a grin on her face as she went back to the living room. liam hadn’t mailed from the couch, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow over his crotch.

“seriously, liam?” she laughed, reaching for the tv remote. “come on, we have to be aware of our surroundings. little kids are going to be knocking on the door all night.”

liam groaned. “sounds like hell to me, babe.”

she shook her head, grinning as she used the remote to navigate over to the amazon icon to rent ‘beetlejuice.” she was just about to hit rent when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“liam!” she shouted, giggling as he nuzzled his cold nose into the tender flesh of her neck. “you know you’re just gonna get interrupted again, right?”

“don’t care.” he hummed, pressing kisses up and down her throat. “babe, we finally have the house to ourselves and I am so fucking horny for you right now.”

she giggled, extracting herself from liam’s hold to teasingly bend down near the coffee table, placing the realtor back on the glass top. at the sight of her skirt riding up over her orange and black nylon tights, the lacy hem of her panties visible through the nylon as she bent over, the kiwi could hardly contain himself.

especially when there was another ring of the doorbell.

this time, liam offered to get the door, almost dropping the candy bowl as he tried to get the door open, shaking hands unable to grasp the doorknob as be tried to get his breathing under control.

“woah, are you liam lawson?” one of the kids shouted, his voice echoing through the street. “I watched you on tv last week!”

despite himself, liam laughed. “right on, kiddo!” he held his fist out for a fist bump, kneeling to the kids level. “hang on just a second and I’ll get my girlfriend out here to take a picture of the two of us, yeah?”

“you seem cheerful for a man that didn’t want to hand out candy.” y/n chuckled from the doorway. “come on then, pass me his iPod touch or whatever and I’ll get the best fan pics he’s ever seen.”

the kids eyes lit up as liam moved to crouch next to him, matching his height almost exactly as y/n snapped a few pictures.

“your girlfriend is really pretty.” the kid said, giddy as he took his iPod back. “are you guys going to get married?”

liam laughed heartily, tactfully avoiding the question as he asked the kid what his favourite part of the race in qatar had been, dropping a handful of cadbury chocolates into the mummy shaped bucket.

once the kid was gone and the door was closed, he wasted no time in pulling y/n close and sliding his hands up her dress.

“someone’s eager. if anyone should be exited after watching you interact with kids, it should be me.” she giggled, kissing his cheek.

her lipstick was dry now, and liam found himself slightly disappointed that it didn’t leave a mark.

liam raised an eyebrow. “oh, yeah? so in addition to making you scream my name tonight, should I fill you up with my cum? start practicing for when it’s time to get you pregnant?”

she nodded eagerly, wishing for nothing more than liam pressing her up against the foyer wall and taking what he wanted. what they both wanted.

“fuck.” liam breathed, his breath warm on her skin. “you’re really hot when you have baby fever, you know that? and that kid wasn’t even a baby, he was like five.”

“shut up and kiss me, lawson.”

but just as liam leaned in, the fucking doorbell rang.

he cursed, throwing his head back in a groan as y/n gave him a sympathetic smile. she picked up the candy bucket, dutifully opening the front door and greeting the horde of kids who had chased each other up the driveway and around liams bmw.

while her back was turned, distracted by handing out candy, liam reached his breaking point, scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen.

please take one handful each, and ring the doorbell if bowl is empty. we are home but enjoying a scary movie night and my girlfriend is jumpy :)

when y/n turned away, closing the door behind her, liam was quick to grab the bowl, whisking it away to the kitchen and ignoring his girlfriends confused look as he practically overfilled the bowl, taking on the sign and leaving it on the cast iron bench outside the house.

“now, where were we?” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. she broke out into a smile, knowing exactly why liam had done what he did. “that bowl is almost full, it will keep the kids occupied for a very long time.”

“what if someone takes the whole bowl? what then?” she giggled, playfully teasing her lover, hands gently rubbing at his shoulder blades.

“then I’ll buy your mom a new one.” he decided, paying the matter very little attention as he swept his girlfriend off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. “now, my fair maiden, you bedroom awaits.”

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[adventuringblind]

Every Step of the Way

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Logan Sargeant x Liam Lawson

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, sick fic

Summary: With a new diagnosis, sometimes things can be confusing and scary. Oscar, Liam, and Logan do their best to help make things as easy as possible.

Warnings: Authors limited knowledge of cancer and chemotherapy

Notes: To the requester, I hope this brings you some comfort. I understand the fear of a new diagnosis. It's a difficult things to navigate.

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The appointment feels like it was years ago, yet she's still sitting in the office. The weight of the words sinking in, the new diagnosis still registering.

Cancer. The single word nobody wants to hear. It is a life changing thing that could pose to be fatal.

And right now, she feels alone. At the mercy of her own emotions. Her phone buzzing beside her, but her consciousness is too far away to notice it.

She hadn't been feeling well for some time. Oscar had suggested seeing a doctor, but she claimed allergies. She'll have to admit to him that he was right (again, as per usual).

The boys have been busy lately, off racing and traveling. She's been stuck home trying to get through all these appointments. The one time they are home, she wishes they weren't.

How is she supposed to tell them her body is trying to kill her? They have too much going on in their own lives right now to worry about her on top of it. The lovely anxiety she's been having over being a burden to her boys sets in once more.

She hates it. These dejected emotions want to escape from her via tears. Yet they don't come. They pool in her eyes instead, just on the cusp of sliding down her cheeks.

Her phone buzzes again. She looks at this time and sees the spam from Liam and Logan asking if she's been kidnapped or something. So much for not worrying them.

She drives him in silence. Only her thoughts to keep her company. The ones that tell her maybe she did something to deserve this. She thinks back to anything that could've cause this kind of karma.

She pulls into the driveway and tries to put a smile on her face as she walks through the door. "I'm home!"

Liam nearly tackles her to the floor as he scoops her up and tosses her onto the sofa. The one all three of the boys have turned into the perfect comfort spot with blankets and snacks and a movie already on the screen.

“Figured you might want some reprieve after your appointment.” Logan tosses a blanket over her.

“You don’t want to now the results?”

Oscar wraps an arm around her and tucks her close to his chest. “You were supposed to be home two hours ago. whatever it is, we can talk about it after you’ve had some time to wind down.”

She ends up falling asleep during the movie. the comforting presence of all three boys has her mind drifting off to somewhere that isn’t her own failing body.

She tries to soak up the normalcy of it all before things get worse. The voice in the back of her head is telling her that they won’t want her around when she’s too exhausted to do anything. when she starts draining their bank accounts because of all the medical bills.

The sleep she got was restless despite not waking up. They’d moved her to bed at some point. The cuddle pile and soft snores tell her it’s probably still early.

She maneuvers herself out of bed without waking the boys. A dance she’s done a thousand times before.

The glass of water is in her hands, but she doesn’t remember walking into the Kitchen. Everything is too much right now.

Her knees find the floor and the water spills everywhere. The glass shatters when she throws it in anger.

So much for not waking anyone.

Footsteps hastily make their way towards her. She can hear them whispering as they come around the corner and see the mess that she’s made.

“Love, I’m gonna come get you alright?” Strong arms wrap around her and bring her off the floor. She zones out listening to the song clatter of glass being picked up.

Back on the sofa again. The boys don’t push but she can tell they want answers. all three of them share nervous gazes.

“Cancer.”

She waits for anyone to say anything, to get angry and scream, maybe even cry. Instead she is hugged with such a gentle kind of love that she breaks. The tears don’t stop until she is dehydrated and choking.

“We’re not leaving you, alright? This diagnosis doesn’t stop us from loving you.”

The next week is torture. Getting ready for and starting chemotherapy is a nightmare.

It hurts, she’s sick, and the exhaustion makes everything worse.

But she also has people around her who love and care. They stick with her on the bad days and the worse days. they make the best out of the good days.

Oscar makes sure she sleeps, Logan makes sure she eats, and Liam tries to kidnap her when the other two get over protective.

It’s certainly a hard road. Some days are harder and she can barely function, but she’s trying.

Plus, it does help having people who love her around.

[the-offside-rule]

Liam Lawson (Alpha Tauri) - Streaming Buddy

Requested: yes

Warnings: none

Liam sat laughing along with his chat as he read through some of the messages. He stretched and let out a tired groan before sitting down and wanting to do something else. "Ah guys I'm absolutely shattered. I'm so bored. What should we do?" He waited a few seconds for people to send in some answers to his question which he quickly skimmed through it. "Okay, warzone again, we've already played. Marbles, not the same without Marcel, come on guys let's get creative here." He read through them all. They were very plain, a bit boring. He was seriously contemplating finishing the stream up when he spotted one sgmuggestion that he liked. "Simulator with Y/n. I like that idea." he chuckled. The chat went ballistic, they wanted that too. They rarely ever saw Y/n on streams so of course they wanted it.

Liam took out his phone and began texting Y/n who was sitting in the living room, watching some Netflix. She needed a break from a very stressful year at university so having some time to relax and not worry about anything was a nice change. Her phone lit up on the table, meaning someone had just messaged her. She stretched and reached for it, almost falling off in the process and had a look at who it was. She smiled as she saw Liam's name pop up. She opened her phone and read through his message, confusing her a bit. He probably just wanted her to order some food.

"You wanted me?" Y/n whispered to him. "Sit down." He said, scotting over a bit in his chair. "We won't both fit there Liam." Liam grinned. "Feel free to sit on my lap then." Y/n felt her cheeks burning red but thankfully it was hard to notice because of his coloured lights. She slowly sat down and looked toward the camera almost as if she was silently saying this guy. Liam wrapped his arms around her and held her closer. "So, why am I here?" she asked. "Well, somkeone suggested that you try out the simulator." Liam said. Y/n closed her eyes and slid down a bit. "No." She whined, making Liam laugh at her reaction. "I can't drive to save my life." Y/n was already starting to make up excuses. "Nah, you'll be fine come on." Y/n stayed on his lap. "Babe-"

"You can't get up if I don't get up first."

Liam let out a sigh. "Really?" he asked. Y/n nodded her head and grinned before Liam shot her a cheeky smile and picked her up. "Hey!" she squealed as he carried her to the simulator. "Just do one lap come on." Liam said putting her down and then fixing the camera on her. "Oh fine." She said giving in. She began racing around, making a complete mess of everything. She was breaking too early, going onto the throttle too late, Liam felt the need to go and show her how to do everything. "No, you're doing it wrong, you have to change the gears when all the lights on the steering wheel go on." Liam started explaining bit by bit to her as she drove agonisingly slow around the track. "Right, pick up the pace. Come on." Liam said. Y/n stepped on the pedals the pick up the pace and she was doing just fine until her tyre touched the grass and moved her line completely. In an attempt to save the car, she corrected herself but ended up spinning and crashing into one of the barriers. Y/n's eyes went wide as she took her hands off the steering wheel slowly.

"What just broke?" he asked as Y/n crashes. She kept quiet for a while until she mumbled a little "everything." Liam shook his head and tutted as if she was a child. "How did you spin on a straight?" he asked in disbelief. "Look right, I don't know what you expected-" Y/n said in between laughs. "To finish at least one lap maybe." Liam replied sarcastically. Y/n groaned and slid down the chair. "It's fine, you just don't know how to do it." Liam laughed. "Right, teach me then." Y/n said. Liam nodded his head and moved her again before he lifted her up and sat down, placing her back on his lap. "Right, watch carefully then." Y/n's smile softened before she lay back. "So yeah, you have to be careful into turn one, it's a hairpin pretty much. As for the rest-" He paused and looked at her face in the stream. She wasn't even focusing on the simulator. "Babe, you listening?" he asked. Y/n lifted her head back until she saw him. "No." She replied sweetly. Liam arched an eyebrow and continued on driving. "Why? Why aren't you looking at the screen?"

"I'm looking at something way better right now." Liam tried to contain his grin when she said that but failed miserably. "That was so cheesy." He mumbled. "Well I can't help it I love you, you little- oop, you crashed." She said pointing at the screen. "Oi, that was your fault."

"You shouldn't have been distracted." Liam grinned before kissing her hair. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just race huh?" Y/n laughed a bit before relaxing and watching Liam go around the track. "I love you too." He whispered, making her smile. "Yeah, yeah. Let's focus on the Racing now eh?"

[slutforpringles]

Joe Saward: "Informed sources suggest that there is a provision in Ricciardo’s contract for him to switch into Red Bull Racing after the early races next year if Sergio Perez does not up his game. I hear that if that happens Daniel’s salary will triple and Liam Lawson will come in to replace him."

via: GREEN NOTEBOOK FROM THE SNOWS OF ABU DHABI | Joe Saward

[slythereen]

Tbh I think the most logical and realistic theory to why RBR is pushing the lestappen agenda so much more than Ferrari is that it just benefits Max more than it does Charles. Charles is already like an angel to the F1 community. He’s EXTREMELY well liked across all fans. No one genuinely dislikes him (there are trolls that hate on him to annoy the lecfosi but otherwise). Unfortunately Max doesn’t have that same luxury. He’s seen as an evil jerk by probably a good half of the F1 community (although it’s improving). Being seen having such kind and gentle interactions with Charles helps soften that reputation. And the only drivers whose interactions with Max get this much attention is Charles and Daniel. However, I don’t think Daniel has the same positive effect on Max’s reputation that he used to, or at least not as much. Not since he got his seat again at another’s expense, and even more so after he got the contract renewal instead of Liam Lawson. The general view of Daniel is still positive I’d say, but not nearly as much. Plus, when Max and Daniel interact on behalf of RBR, it just excludes Checo and looks more like a different agenda, which pisses some people off even more and doesn’t help anyone. Charles on the other hand, there is literally no negative side effect to their interactions to be widely seen, so RBR is going to take advantage of that.

yes, this is also a strong theory in my mind! the added baggage around doing it with daniel these days is a good point. charles is unproblematic and has great star power on the grid and that’s why all the top teams like to flex their charles interactions on social media (not just rbr).

i think charles comes with the added bonus that he has never really spoken badly about max and clearly approves of his (controversial) driving style. last year, the friendly rivals “full of respect” narrative that rbr was big on was a dig at lewis for sure, but it was also about max being seen as friendly/fun at the height of a (brief) title battle. especially when rbr (or christian) still gets some good press for “defending charles more than his own team” (every time ferrari fucks up, the chrisrian horner quote goes around? great staying power for rbr). yes, there was the austria 19 scuffle (and the great lestappen unfollowing) but everyone talks about that in a fond way now because of the change in their friendship since. and austin is a good example (“no i don’t mind max trying to punt me to dallas, i - an angel! - would do the exact same”).

i think it also benefits rbr to suggest that they might be able to get charles. yeah, it’s unfortunate for the Look if they can’t get him (and suggests that even the best car can’t lure whoever they want), but this is charles. the suggestion that they’ve even been able to get him to consider it for longer than a second is powerful, precisely bc no one thinks charles will ever leave ferrari (and many think rbr would be the last place he’d go, because of their “bad” rep).

charles benefits from it too, imo. rbr was definitely driving it and charles seems more passive with it (liked the merc tweet, but not rbr — which i think is more about the “mr russell” joke than merc). the padel date is new buy in. for him, it’s useful to suggest he has options elsewhere — but i also think max’s reputation benefits him for the exact opposite reason (suggesting he’s not just a “soft” angel and is in fact as brutal and deranged as max on track, given the chance).

so. yeah. there’s also a very strong plausibility that this is all just rbr capitalizing on rehabbing max’s reputation and charles taking the extra bargaining leverage with ferrari.

[i-wish-this-was-me]

Favorite fics part.4

4. Pierre Gasly:

Twelve factures (fluff)

Something full (+CL) (Smut)

Love yourself (+CL) (smut)

Riding shotgun (+CL) Part.1; Part.2 (smut)

Buzzing date (smut)

Paris (smut)

Keeping count (smut)

Cocoa (fluff at start, smut at end)

Mafia!Pierre kidnapping the reader then falling in love with her (fluff)

These hugs of yours (fluff)

Tell a soul (fluff)

Velvet bomb (fluff, kinda angst end)

Babysitting (fluff)

French civil war (fluff)

16. Jenson Button:

No such thing as I can't (+SV) (smut)

Reader reading spicy books (smut)

Jenson is your boss (smut)

Something devoured (smut)

Innocent mind (smut)

Something wagered (+SV) (smut)

Darling (smut)

Morning rush (suggestive)

Sugar daddy (fluff)

Be your wingman (fluff)

Ugly Christmas sweater (fluff)

Mafia!Jenson (fluff?)

Just one date (fluff)

Pain meds (fluff)

Clothes (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

17. Toto Wolff:

Something desired (smut)

Sleeping on his back (fluff)

18. Mark Webber:

Swimming (smut)

Something reunited (+SV) (smut)

Christmas music (fluff)

19. Fernando Alonso

Something spoiled (smut)

Your pick (smut)

What a memorable N.Y.E (+GR) (smut)

After you (smut)

Reader getting jealous (suggestive)

Drunk calls (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

20. Yuki Tsunoda:

God knows I'm tired (fluff)

21. Logan Sargeant:

954. (smut)

Sandy Christmas (smut)

I need you (smut)

Punishment (smut)

Summer in the 305 (fluff)

My one and only (fluff)

From the garage to the hotel (fluff)

Viva las Vegas (fluff)

Beautiful (fluff)

Not alone (fluff)

Cuddles (fluff)

It's just platonic (fluff)

Mr all american (fluff)

Baby, is cold outside (fluff)

Back and forth (fluff)

Flowers (fluff)

Married? He's like 12 (fluff)

When I look at you (fluff)

22. Liam Lawson:

And they were roommates (smut)

Him teasing reader (smut)

You drive me insane (smut and other stuff)

The man with the hex (fluff, suggestive)

Tickle attack (fluff)

Reader playing with his hair (fluff)

Good, now sleep (fluff)

Too late (fluff)

23. Clement Novalak:

Brother's best friend (suggestive)

Devil in disguise (fluff)

24. Paul Aron:

Only one bed (fluff)

Crash into me (fluff)

Sweet 20 (fluff)

MASTERLIST

[charlesslut16]

Liam lawson with "what do you want to do today?" "I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you." Prompt? thank you!

-a day with you is like heaven-

summary : above the title

PAIRINGS : liam lawson x reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you like this...

december masterlist ; masterlist   

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The sunlight streamed through the open curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed as Liam Lawson, your boyfriend, lay on his side, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

His tousled hair was spilled across the pillow, and one strong arm was flung above his head, the other curled around me you in a lazy embrace.

It was a peaceful moment, and for once, you didn't want to rush it. You nestled closer to him, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, and for a brief, blissful instant, you considered just lying here forever.

But Liam broke the peaceful silence, his voice husky with sleep. "What do you want to do today, my love?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.

"I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you," You replied, feeling the soft skin of his neck beneath your lips. "We could make breakfast in bed, maybe watch a movie, just… relax."

Liam hummed, his breath tickling your ear.

"Sounds perfect," he said, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your ass.

"But what about today's workout?" Liam asked a bit sadly, secretly hoping that you would say it would fall out today and you would just lay in bed.

You smiled into his neck. "We can always go for a walk instead," You suggested. "It's such a lovely day outside. We could go to the park, maybe sit by the lake and watch the ducks."

Liam chuckled, his lips brushing against yoir hair. "You're right," he said, his hand squeezing yur ass gently. "I could go for that. But first, breakfast in bed?"

You nodded against his neck, your stomach already growling in anticipation. "That sounds perfect." You stretched, yawning widely, and sat up, tossing the covers back.

"I'll make us some French toast while you get dressed."

Liam rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. His eyes were bright with amusement. "You sure you don't want to sleep in?" he asked, his voice teasing. "I could always get you breakfast in bed."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm already too hungry for that. But you could make it extra special by bringing the breakfast to me in bed." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly.

As you headed to the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. It was days like this that made you realize how lucky you were to have Liam in your life.

He was not just your boyfriend; he was your best friend, your rock.

And even though you both didn't have anything fancy planned for the day, you knew that together you could find joy in the simplest of things.

You hummed along to the sound of the radio as you whisk together eggs and milk in a bowl. The smell of cinnamon and butter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of Liam's favorite coffee beans grinding in the coffeemaker.

It was the perfect combination, and you could almost taste the French toast already.

Liam emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing a pair of soft cotton pajama pants and no shirt. He padded over to you and and laid his arms around your waist, so he could watch you.

"You make the best French toast," he said happily, his eyes twinkling with amusement and contentment. "It's a good thing I'm not going for a run today."

You grinned at him over your shoulder. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

"Because I'd have to burn off all these extra calories I'm about to consume," he replied, reaching out to take the bowl of eggs from me. "In that case, I guess I'd better help you make this breakfast."

You worked side by side, your movements in sync as you sliced the bread, dipped it in the egg mixture, and fried it on the stove. The smell of cooking French toast filled the kitchen, and you could feel your stomach growling in anticipation.

You glanced over at Liam, admiring the way he moved, the way he could find humor in even the simplest of tasks. He truly was the perfect partner.

As the French toast began to brown and sizzle, you set the table with your favorite plates and silverware. Liam poured you each a cup of coffee, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar.

He then carried your plates over to the bed, climbing in beside you and setting the food down before you. "There you go," he said with a smile. "Breakfast in bed, just like you wanted."

You sank your teeth into a piece of French toast, savoring the sweetness of the bread and the cinnamon, the creaminess of the eggs and the tang of the butter.

"Mmm," you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. "This is perfect."

Liam laughed, taking a bite of his own French toast. "I'm glad you like it," he said, lying back against the pillows. "It's one of my favorite meals." He paused, watching xou over his coffee cup.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to spend a whole day just doing nothing with you. No plans, no errands, no obligations. Just us, together."

His words made you feel warm inside. You set your fork down and reached out to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. "That sounds like heaven,"

You reply with contentment. "And honestly, I think it's about time we did that. We could start by making some plans for the next day off we have."

Liam grinned at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "You know what we should do?" he asked, sitting up a little so that he was facing you.

"We should go on a hike. It's been a while since we've been out in nature together."

You nodded in agreement, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending the day with Liam in such a peaceful setting. "That does sound lovely," You said, taking a sip of my coffee.

"And we could pack a picnic lunch to enjoy at the top of the trail."

Liam leaned in closer, his blue eyes searching mine. "Or we could just find a nice, secluded spot and enjoy our meal together, just like we used to do in college," he suggested, his voice low and husky.

A shiver ran down your spine at the memory of those happy and exiting days, and the way you both used to be so carefree and in so in love.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of reliving those moments with him. "That sounds wonderful," You replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

"I can't wait to spend some quality time with you, just the two of us."

Liam reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I feel like we've been so busy lately that we haven't had enough time to just be together," he said, his voice husky.

"But I promise you, from now on, I'm going to make sure we carve out some quality time for just the two of us."

As you finished your breakfast, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment washing over you. It was not often that you got to just be alone like this, and you were already looking forward to our hike and picnic the next day.

You decided to push aside any thoughts of your argument last night and instead focused on the present moment, enjoying the warmth of Liam's body next to yours and the peacefulness of your surroundings.

After you cleaned up, you took e a leisurely shower together, washing away the remnants of the day before. Liam was always so gentle with you, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you dried off, he slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and a T-shirt, while you put on a sundress that you've had your eye on for a while.

You couldn't help but feel like you're getting back to the way things used to be between you.

You spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching movies and cuddling. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, and you found yourselves drawn to the balcony.

You stood together, hands entwined, watching the world go by below you. It was quiet and peaceful, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this man who had swept you off your feet and made you feel so alive.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you decided to call it a night. Liam lead you to the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was taking the time to savor every second you had together.

He turned down the bed, then pulled you close, kissing you softly on the lips. "Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered, before turning off the light and crawling into bed beside you.

You laid there in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. You couldn't help but wonder if we would ever find your way back to the love you once shared.

Maybe this trip you're on would help you find some clarity, some answers. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythm of his breathing, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ POVLNFOUR’S 1K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION : DRABBLE GAME (PAUSED FOR A MOMENT — WILL UPDATE WHEN ITS BACK OPEN)

to celebrate 1000 of you (!!!!) i wanted to play a little drabble game to thank you all! how it works is:

you send me an ask with name of up to 3 drivers + a prompt, and i will write a short blurb based on how i think they’d react! (calling it the drabble game bc the world blurb gives me heebie jeebies)

for example: lando norris + teaching you how to ski , or lewis hamilton + the first time you met roscoe

your prompt can be: a situation, based on a song, inspired by photos or emojis you attach, based on a story, in a certain time period or alternate universe — anything you can think of as long as it is within the guidelines below!

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR:

for the purpose of this game i will write for any driver from the current f1 grid

reserve/other category drivers i will write for: liam lawson, mick schumacher, theo pourchaire, arthur leclerc, jack doohan, pato o’ward

f1 legends i will write for: jenson button (jenson requests get extra kisses hes my fav), sebastian vettel, mark webber, nico rosberg

WHAT I WON’T WRITE:

i do not write 18+ content. i am happy to write things of a suggestive nature but no smut

i will not write requests involving the following things: basic dni information, drugs, discussions of body image, any content that threatens harm to self or others, in depth discussions of mental health

[dolene]

DO YOU WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHING?

. . . this is all you need to know! please read carefully to understand my rules and guidelines to request

i write smaus, fics and blurbs, or sometimes can even combined. and i also only write for fem!reader.

i will not write smut, gore, or mafia au because i don't feel comfortable writing it. but in some fics or smaus you'll probably find suggestive content, but that's the far i can go for this.

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry if something in my works has grammar inaccuracies. and for doing request, i'll be quite slow with it since i have another blog to manage aside from this one, so keep that one in mind if you want to request!

feel free to send me tropes, prompts, song/lyrics, or even if you want to have a chat anytime. just hit me up on my inbox or message! my rec blog is @washingtawn

DRIVERS I WRITE FOR:

george russell. max verstappen. charles leclerc. carlos sainz. lewis hamilton. sebastian vettel. fernando alonso. yuki tsunoda. lance stroll. lando norris. oscar piastri. logan sargeant. daniel ricciardo. mick schumacher. pato o’ward. liam lawson. ollie bearman.

[prettylittlels]

🪷 get to know me 🪷

requests are open!!

i was born in argentina, hence english is not my first language

i've loved reading and writing since i was very little: my favourite books are the six of crows duology by leigh bardugo and if we were villains by m.l. rio

i love watching movies/ tv series: currently watching pjo

i also obsess with celebrities and/or fictional characters very quickly

fandoms:

pjo, hpo, six fo crows, the hunger games, lockwood n co, etc...

celebrities i love:

ben barnes, tom blyth, tom holland, oscar isaac, etc

music:

taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, tate mcrae, j. maya, etc

you can ask about me or send requests whenever you like ☕️🕯🎞🍸

who do i write for:

f1 drivers (lando norris, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo, max verstappen, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, sebastian vettel, alex albon, george russell, kimi raikkonen, yuki tsunoda)

f2 drivers (liam lawson, ollie bearman, arthur leclerc, paul aron, kimi antonelli)

i won't write smut, just suggestive.

gender neutral or fem!reader

masterlist

[the-offside-rule]

Liam Lawson (Mugen) - The Art of Decorating

Day 20 of Christmas

Liam Lawson, known for his speed on the racetrack, found himself in a different kind of race this Christmas; a race against time to create the perfect decorations for his apartment and determined to surprise his girlfriend Y/n as he embarked on a festive DIY project.

In the midst of the glitter, ribbons, and tangled Christmas lights, Liam's artistic vision took over. The living room transformed into a chaotic workshop, a reflection of his creativity. All was going well until in and around 5 o clock, when Y/n walked through the door after a long day's work. Her eyes widened at the glittery disaster that awaited her.

"What happened here?" Y/n exclaimed, shocked at the mess. Liam, with a sheepish grin, tried to explain his ambitious holiday endeavor. "I thought we could make some decorations so I went to Asda and bought glitter and ribbons and-" As Liam continued on, think he was doing a good deed, Y/n, usually the calm one, couldn't contain her frustration. "I appreciate the effort, Liam, but this is a disaster! I can't believe you made such a mess." She scolded, a rare moment of tension between them.

Liam, sensing her disappointment, took a deep breath. "I just wanted to make our Christmas special. I didn't mean to create a mess." Le apologized, his sunny demeanor overshadowed by a tinge of sadness.

As Y/n processed his words, she noticed the genuine sincerity in his eyes. Softening, she realized the effort he had put into making their holiday memorable. "Okay, let's clean this up together." Y/n replied a lot calmer now and a small smile breaking through the frustration.

As they tidied the room, Y/n began to appreciate the handmade decorations scattered around. Liam explained each piece, his excitement contagious. The atmosphere lightened, and Y/n couldn't help but fall back into her love for Liam's infectious joy. "How about we hang these up? I actually like some of them." Y/n suggested. Liam's sunshine demeanor began making its return and with each little glitter picked up, be became happier and happier.

Once the mess was cleared, they began hanging the decorations. The twinkling lights, glittering ornaments, and paper snowflakes took on new life in their shared space. With each ornament placed, the tension melted away, replaced by laughing at how bad the mess was and humming along to Christmas songs together.

By the end of the evening, the tree was up and the whole place was decorated. Y/n stood back and admired each and every square inch of the place and looking lovingly at Liam as he added the final touches to the mantlepiece. Liam's warmth and love had turned a messy situation into a beautiful Christmas memory, reminding her that he was her sunshine, even when things seemed a bit stormy.

As they stood back to admire their festive masterpiece, Y/n wrapped her arms around Liam, grateful for the unique holiday adventure he had given them. "I'm sorry I gave out earlier." Y/n whispered. Liam smiled and kissed her head. "No need. We got it all sorted in the end, didn't we?" In that moment, surrounded by the glow of homemade decorations, they embraced the joy of Christmas and each other and uttered a quiet 'Merry Christmas' amongst themselves.

[flo55i]

Just 1.2k of some Pierre/Liam almost fic that started from these pictures of Liam in a backwards cap x and these of Pierre where he just looks so fuck up attitude I can’t even— x. Special shout out to @boxboxbrioche for enabling me with this. Much appreciated.

So far Alpine isn’t all of what Pierre had in mind when he changed teams. Otmar is treating him like an idiot for God’s sake, making ‘suggestions’ on who he should surround himself with like he does not think he can properly handle this business. And Esteban is happy to see him playing the rookie, always opening his mouth first in drivers briefings, scheduling his sim time first— always putting himself first. Which is probably why Pierre allows little Liam Lawson to invade his space all the time. But by letting him tag along, it doesn’t mean anything except to feed Pierre’s ego. 

Too bad Liam doesn’t see it like that.

Clearly he worships the ground Pierre walks on, has stars in his eyes, wants to be just like him— the backwards cap, the jumper. Wants to be just like the model-esque man with the power of a nation behind him and a team that paid good money to steal him from their rivals because he was just that good. 

Liam always manages to find Pierre on race weekends. F2 and F1 do share a lot of races on the calendar but it’s more than that. The boy is like a puppy, following him around at the track, always asking questions and trusting him explicitly with things he probably shouldn’t if he is indeed to become his rival one day. But with things how they are, Pierre can’t resist that pleading face and the compliments it gives. 

This time Liam is all excited because maybe Checo does have food poisoning or something and Liam actually gets to drive for RB19 at the upcoming race and he of course tells his idol right away. But Pierre, poor Pierre who after Melbourne is just a tad bitter about everything but especially the team and racing, can’t help but comment, “These things do not work like that. Ricciardo will be in that seat, just you wait and see.” And Liam looks up at him, pleading eyes full of trust and asks, “Well, how do they go then?” 

Well… Pierre cannot stand that same naivety staring back at him that he himself once possessed a long time ago. Before the start of this year even. Before RedBull. Before he was thrown aside and demoted back to Toro Rosso and left to rot in the middle at Alpha Tauri until he quit or gave up. 

Pierre can’t stand that look. Can’t stand being reminded he was ever this young and stupid (read hopeful) too. So, he can’t help but want to ruin it like they did to him. 

First things first, he steps closer and takes the hat with the RB logo from Liam’s head and throws it away before surprising him with a brutal kiss that sets both the pace and his feelings for this tryst. Liam is into it immediately, pushing back and trying to give as good as he gets but Pierre can tell by the way he cannot find anywhere to place his hands that this is Liam’s first encounter with a man. Or perhaps even at all. 

“Shhhhh…” Pierre whispers on skin when he feels Liam tense beneath him as his back hits the bed, pushed by both desire and anger. The blonde hair flops so prettily on the covers surrounding his head like a halo. It only makes Pierre want to ruin him more. 

The first touch of their bodies isn’t as harsh as the others that got them here. He isn’t a cruel man. That is not his intention here. His fingers crawl up Liam’s collarbone, sure but light, delighting in the way Liam’s eyes are closed and his breathing already laboured. 

The next kiss lands on his stomach, then down to his torso before going straight for the main prize down below, Pierre genuinely curious if the colour matches what is on top of his head. If he is indeed as angelic all the way through like he looks. 

Pierre is very careful preparing him with his fingers, knowing it is Liam’s first time and also struck by the little whimpers coming out of his mouth as if in pain. As he slides in, Pierre soothes him with a kiss, swallowing the cry of pain and coaxing that tongue into something more useful than biting his own lip. By how sweetly Liam is responding, Pierre thinks he appreciates it. 

Because Pierre will be kinder than those were to him. This is a mercy. The heady back and forth of skin on skin and the row of teeth around his neck are only so Liam will be prepared when someone comes along to fuck him over later. And if the thrusts get a little say, rough, towards the end, when even Pierre does not have the will power to keep Liam quiet anymore, then it is only helping them both in the long run to remember their place. 

The same goes for when Pierre can finally move his limbs to detach him and his dick completely. Liam tries to cling again; arms wrapping around deflated shoulders, both bodies languished after completion, but it is not enough. It’s never enough to just want it. 

As Pierre heads naked for the bathroom, Liam’s body rolled towards where his walks away, hand outstretched, Pierre slams the door. In front of the mirror is where he cannot hide. The bags under his eyes, the cut on his throat from the crash. That is what they do not tell you when you start this. You can try as hard as you like but you may never get any further than where you started. 

Liam is still there when Pierre re-opens the door and steps back into reality. He’s on the bed, still naked and looking lost amongst the messed up sheets. It’s so pathetic Pierre cannot refrain from rolling his eyes. And then he stares. Just a moment ago, flushed with desire and colour, the pale white skin now matches a pale white face as it stares down at the bed as if remembering what once was. 

And maybe he’s going soft or something but Pierre cannot stand that look of defeat anymore than the hope. With a sigh he returns with a cloth and wipes up the worst of the damage. Liam let’s him, going limp like a doll and Pierre pays a lot more attention to his task than is necessary so he doesn’t have to make out what expression is on his face now and work out which of them he should feel sorry for more. 

It’s silent. Neither of them talk. But this time when Pierre pulls away to grab a shirt to dress him in, he places an exquisitely gentle kiss on Liam’s brow as he does it. Briefly Pierre considers the Ferrari polo that Charles must have left in his room after training one day. It could be what Liam needs to dream a little bigger, but eventually Pierre settles on his own plain white one without any branding whatsoever so Liam can make up his own mind about his future. 

Pierre never got that choice. 

As he places the collar over Liam’s head, about to cover those beautiful marks of passion and desire, Liam goes to say something— anything to stop this coming to an end. But Pierre silences him with a look and pulls him close with both hands that hang heavy on his shoulders like the burden he knows will always be there. The shirt is soft and worn, just like Liam’s lips as he kisses him goodbye. 

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How Daniel Ricciardo plans to return from broken hand in timeframe 'any normal human being' couldn't manage after crash with fellow Aussie Oscar Piastri

How Daniel Ricciardo plans to return from broken hand in timeframe ‘any normal human being’ couldn’t manage after crash with fellow Aussie Oscar Piastri  Daniel Ricciardo broke his wrist in a big crash at Zandvoort  The Australian lost control of his car and hit the barrier in Friday's practice  The 34-year-old faces a long lay-off to recover from injury  By Dan Cancian For Daily Mail Australia Updated: 06:16 EDT, 27 August 2023 Red Bull team principal Christian Horner has backed Daniel Ricciardo to be back on the grid in less than a month after being ruled out of the Dutch Grand Prix with a broken wrist. The Australian pranged his AlphaTauri at the steeply banked Turn Three in practice at Zandvoort on Friday and would have been fine other than for not releasing his grip from the steering wheel on impact with the wall. His smash appeared to come about after he was distracted by the McLaren of Oscar Piastri, his countryman who had just hit the wall at the same point of the Zandvoort track.  The 34-year-old left was taken to a local hospital, with his left arm in a sling and an X-ray revealed a fractured metacarpal in his left hand. It's an ill-timed injury for Ricciardo, who returned to the grid after six months out of the sport when he replaced Nyck De Vries at AlphaTauri in July. Christian Horner has backed Daniel Ricciardo to recover swiftly from a broken wrist The 34-year-old said he wanted to be back racing as soon as possible this season  The former Red Bull star finished 13th on his return at the Hungarian Grand Prix and then 16th the following race in Belgium.  But Horner suggested the eight-time Grand Prix winner could be back in the cockpit in time for the Singapore Grand Prix on September 17.  'These guys, you see it in MotoGP, they bounce back pretty quick,' the Red Bull boss said on Sky Sports. 'He’s headed off today to Barcelona. They may even have a little operation on him tomorrow to just tidy up where that break is. It’s quite a clean break. 'Any normal human being would probably be 10-12 weeks, but we know these guys aren’t normal.  'It will all be about the recovery process, how long will that take? 'Is it going to be three weeks? A month? Is it six weeks? Nobody really knows. 'I am sure that at the back of his mind he has got Singapore as a target, but then again Singapore is probably one of the toughest circuits on the calendar. The Australian has been ruled out of the Dutch Grand Prix following a crash on Friday Ricciardo broke a bone in his wrist after hitting the barriers in a seemingly innocuous crash Ricciardo has been replaced by New Zealander Liam Lawson for the Dutch Grand Prix and the 21-year-old will in all likelihood retain his spot for the Italian Grand Prix at Monza next week. A return in Singapore would give Ricciardo a three-week recovery period. The Australian vowed to be back on the grid as quickly as possible, but conceded he would only do so if fully recovered from the injury.  'It’s really unfortunate and frustrating, but I’ll try to recover as quickly as I can,'he said, 'Obviously, I’d love to get back soon, but I also want to ensure we do things the right way, so I come back strong and competitive.' Share or comment on this article: How Daniel Ricciardo plans to return from broken hand in timeframe 'any normal human being' couldn't manage after crash with fellow Aussie Oscar Piastri via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490