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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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dasher // nyck de vries

summary: its christmas in the netherlands, and nyck thought it would be a wonderful idea to bring y/n home to meet his family and feel what a small town winter is like. too bad she never told nyck that she didn’t know how to ice skate.

pairing: nyck de vries x female! reader

warnings: reader doesn't know how to ice skate, just general winter fluff :) minor mention of anxiety, especially over meeting nyck's parents for the first time, but it's barely there! small mention of blood.

author's note: i'm so excited to bring you guys the christmas collection !! holiday themed fluff (some minor angst by way of my mick schumacher fic), me wishing i had a boyfriend and my favourite holiday songs. i have fics planned for zhou, mick, george, pierre, daniel, charles, alex and lance. hope you guys enjoy : )

friesland, the netherlands.

the snow fell down in flakes as she sat on the windowledge, still dressed in her flannel pajamas and clutching a mug of hot chocolate in her hands as she rested her head against the window. her breath fogged up the glass as she breathed, and she found herself grinning as she drew a small christmas tree in the haze.

there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by the creak of the hinges to indicate that the door had been opened.

"hey, baby." nyck smiled from the doorway, fully dressed and hair still damp from the shower. "i wondered if you might have been hiding up here."

"hiding from your parents? me? no, of course not." she remarked sarcastically, getting up from her window seat and crossing the guest bedroom to kiss her boyfriend softly. "it's just harder to win your parents over than i thought. my anxiety isn't being super friendly to me this morning."

"i'm sorry, darling. is there anything i can do?"

"a distraction might be nice."

nyck raised his eyebrows. " a distraction, you say?"

"not the kind of distraction that you're thinking of, casanova." y/n laughs, resting her forehead against his, trying to steal as much of the driver's body heat as she could. "i just want to spend some time with you. i feel like we haven't done too much of that since we got here."

"then today is going to be all about me and you. seychelle and my parents are going to the winter market. we were invited, but we can go out and do something else, or we can stay in if that's what you want."

"let's go outside and do something. i've barely seen the village."

nyck smiled kissing her on the forehead. "i've got a great idea. let me run downstairs and put some stuff together. dress warm, you'll need it out there."

she kissed him gently, whispering her affections to the driver as he ducked out of the room, leaving her to get dressed.

it was hard for the imposter syndrome not to set in. he was the hendrik johannes nicasius de vries, formula two and formula e champion. she hadn't even known that nyck was famous until their fourth date, when a group of fans accosted them in the streets. and as much as nyck reassured her that she was the one for him, every so often she wondered if he could do better than her.

coming back home to the netherlands with nyck felt like a nail in the coffin. it was a small village with an impossible name, and less than one thousand people. it was the kind of place where everybody knew everybody else.

and they sure as hell all knew who nyck de vries was.

she reminded herself to breathe, lacing strands of her hair into a fishtail braid before pulling a fair isle patterned sweater overtop of her tight, white turtleneck.

she grabbed her mug, exiting the room and jogging downstairs, anxiety spiking at the thought of running into nyck's mother, or even worse, his dad.

she exhaled when she realized that the kitchen was empty, save for nyck, who was filling a thermos with his mother's homemade hot chocolate.

"my parents just left, they're outside warming up the car." nyck said, passing her a covered breakfast plate. "my mom made you breakfast. she's a little worried about you. she likes you more than you think she does."

"i'm sure i'm just overreacting." y/n agreed, sitting down at the kitchen table and taking a bite out of the crispy bacon strip on her plate.

"it's okay, really. don't beat yourself up about it. i get it. meeting family is terrifying." nyck soothed, sitting next to her at the table. "now, i've got us a whole day planned."

true to his word, the whole morning with nyck had been a dream: homemade pastries in the town square, hot chocolate and a relaxing walk down main street, boots crunching over the snow. a disposable camera roll full of pictures of the two of them that she would get developed as soon as they were back in monaco.

with her hand in his, nyck and y/n walked in a cloud of love, laughter and smiles as the dutchman lead them to the final destination of the afternoon.

in the middle of the village, a large pond had frozen over, pairs and small groups of people ice skating with hands intertwined, dressed in thick mittens and hats with pom-poms on top.

"oh, nyck." y/n said softly. "this was such a sweet idea, but i need to tell you something."

nyck's face fell. "is everything all right, love?"

she laughed softly. "i can't skate, nyck. i never learned."

"that's it?" nyck laughed. "right, let's get you some skates. lucky for you, i'm a great teacher."

the wind kissed their skin, cheeks and noses bleached pink from the cold as the couple strapped on the rented ice skates. y/n was wobbly on her feet as she gripped nyck's arm, blades crunching over the frozen ground as the duo slowly stepped onto the ice.

she felt her foot slide forward, her mind instantly filling with panicked images of wiping out, breaking bones, blood splattered on ice.

"you're okay." nyck said softly, his breath warm against her skin. "just hang on to me."

"okay."

"just put one foot in front of the other, darling."

at first, everything went smoothly. so long as y/n held on to nyck, her anxiety subsided. she just kept putting one foot in front of the other, blades skimming the ice and creating soft scratches on the pond's surface.

"see, it's not that hard. muscle memory, babe. once you figure it out, you'll never forget it."

the couple just kept moving in the large oval, circling around with the rest of the patrons, with y/n becoming more and more confident in herself with every move she made, slowly releasing her hold on nyck.

nyck let go of her hand, confident that now she could skate at least a few feet forwards on her own two feet.

but once she felt nyck's hand let go of hers, she faltered, stomach sinking as she felt the blades on the bottom of the skates lose contact with the ice, unable to stop herself from falling backwards and landing on her tailbone.

"shit!" she shouted, garnering looks from mothers now covering the ears of their small children.

nyck laughed, reaching out his hands to help her back to her feet.

"you're a goddamn liar, de vries." she laughed. "i guess i'll jsut have to hold on to you forever now."

nyck smiled, gently kissing her forehead. "that sounds like a plan to me."

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 2 months

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I would personally leave my husband if this man knocked at my door 🥵

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33-81 · 5 months

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My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme

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urmooniee · 7 months

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Monaco Misunderstanding - C.L

Charles Leclerc x reader

tw: swearing

y/n = reader

Monaco's cobblestone streets were abuzz with activity as Y/N continued her exploration. She was utterly engrossed in her surroundings, admiring the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean and capturing the essence of the picturesque town with her camera.

As she walked along the crowded promenade, navigating through a sea of tourists and locals, she felt the jostling of the crowd and abruptly bumped into someone. The collision was unexpected and jarring, and before she could catch herself, Y/N instinctively blurted out an expletive in Italian, exclaiming "Stronzo!" Her face twisted in irritation, and she rolled her eyes, assuming the person she had bumped into wouldn't understand her Italian profanity.

But to her surprise, the person she collided with, a man with a cap and a friendly grin, smirked and responded in perfect Italian, "What did you just say?"

Y/N, caught off guard and slightly taken aback, was unaccustomed to having her profanity understood. She didn't back down, though, and with a hint of sarcasm, she retorted, "Oh, you heard me. Want me to buy you some Q-tips? Maybe you need them to clean your ears."

The man's eyes widened in amusement, and he leaned in closer. "Well, you're feisty, aren't you?"

With that, Y/N, not realizing the identity of the person she had just encountered, left him behind, still a bit irritated by the collision but more than a little intrigued by the stranger's response.

As Y/N, still unaware of her encounter with a Formula 1 star, continued to explore Monaco's charming streets, Charles watched her retreating figure with a grin. It was rare for him to have a conversation so unfiltered and authentic. She was captivating in her fiery spirit, and he found himself intrigued by her boldness.

For the rest of the day, Charles couldn't shake off the encounter with the feisty Italian girl who had inadvertently sworn at him. He decided to do a bit of research and was surprised to find that she was an accomplished travel photographer known for her incredible work capturing the world's beauty. Her name was Y/N, and he couldn't help but admire her passion and talent.

As the hours turned into days, Charles's curiosity about Y/N grew. He couldn't resist finding more information about her, and he discovered that she often traveled to various race circuits to document the world of Formula 1. Monaco was her latest destination, and Charles couldn't help but wonder if their paths would cross again.

One sunny afternoon, fate intervened. Y/N had set up her camera along a scenic view of Monaco's coastline, capturing the glimmering sea, the luxurious yachts, and the picturesque cityscape. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice a friendly stranger approaching.

Charles had recognized her from a distance and seized the opportunity to surprise her. He approached her silently, his hand covering her eyes.

"Guess who?" he whispered in Italian, his lips close to her ear.

Y/N nearly jumped, startled by the sudden touch. But when she heard the voice and the familiar Italian greeting, she couldn't help but laugh. "Is that you again, the man with no peripheral vision?"

Charles removed his hand from her eyes and smiled, revealing his identity. "Guilty as charged."

Their second encounter was filled with laughter and exchanged stories. Charles shared tales of his racing experiences and the excitement of competing in his hometown, while Y/N revealed the incredible places she had explored through her photography.

With time, their connection deepened, as they explored the beauty of Monaco together, their shared passion for adventure, and the intricacies of their respective careers. It was a chance encounter that had transformed into an unexpected bond, proving that sometimes, the most genuine connections are formed when you least expect it.

au/ raga mi sono stufata con la scuola 😻😻

Stronzo = asshole? I think, if you are Italian and the meaning is something else please do tell .

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relate-lot · 7 days

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#pottermore #look what you made me do #top gun maverick #formula e #skatelife #avatar #juliette michele #dabi x reader #zoella #laetitia casta

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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monza is for believers // nyck de vries

summary: nyck gets his f1 debut, and y/n is there to watch his dreams come true. after the race is over, he makes a decision that will alter the course of their friendship forever.

pairing: nyck de vries x female reader (friends to lovers!)

warnings: monza 2022 ( don’t worry the curse will get him next year !! ) and indications of sex. mentions of health issues & chronic illness (iron deficiency anemia)and brief mention of pregnancy (like it’s barely there)

authors note: if I was latifi and just got my ass handed to me by the other nyck, I’d quit then and there 😭. i still dont believe that this man doesnt have a seat for next year.

saturday - qualifying

“nyck, this is incredible, honestly. you really didn’t have to do this.”

y/n y/l/n was pure awe as she stepped out of the mercedes, looking around at the italian track. this was monza, the temple of speed.

obviously it wasn’t her first time at a track. she’s been to zaandvort before, in the grandstands. but she’d never watched from the pit lane before, much less the mercedes amg hospitality suite.

“of course i did! your mom called and told me you needed a break.” nyck laughed, throwing an arm around y/n’s shoulders

she rolled her eyes. “you’re insufferable today, de vries.”

they’d known each other for over ten years. once up a time, y/n had wanted to give karting a shot, fascinated by all things fast and car related. of course, a few seasons later she was frustrated and ready to throw in the towel. she had only ever won one race, and lacked the self confidence to keep going.

but her coach adored her and wanted to keep her around, so he started training her in different aspects of the team: managment, stewarding, mechanics. anything that he could think of to keep y/n somehow connected to the sport.

and now she worked in the manufacturing department for porsche: engineering and repairs and anything else mechanically inclined that people were needed for.

“god, I missed the racetrack. like, marrakech and new york were incredible, but there was no roar of engines, no smell of gasoline.”

nyck chuckled as he swiped his pass at the paddock entry gates. “the burning rubber is still there.”

“still not real racing. not the way that we were taught.”

“shut up. I’m not the one that quit.”

“you weren’t a backmarker.”

“my mom thought you were really good.”

y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes as nyck stopped for autographs and photos. “she’s your mother, she had to support us both.”

“she loves you.”

“and don’t I know it.”

they walked together through the mercedes hospitality suite, getting hot drinks before settling in at a seat near the window. the sun was streaming through the windows, reflecting off the softness of nycks skin, the familiar pang in her stomach that reminded her they couldn’t be anything more than friends.

it was the lifestyle he lead, a relationship would never work for him: the long nights, weekends away, camera always trained on him wherever he went.

and as much as it hurt, she needed to accept that she and nyck could never be more than what they were. more than friends.

“nyck!” a thick voice shouted out from across the suite as toto wolff came striding across the small cafe area

“hey, toto.” nyck flushed, waving at the team principal. “this is y/n, I don’t know if susies told you about her? she and I used to go karting together years and years ago.”

y/n went pink, slapping at nycks arm. “I went the technical route. I help build engines for porsche in amsterdam.”

toto laughed. “so you’re the smart one in the relationship than?”

they both flushed pink, nyck and y/n talking over each other to try and refute the team principals assumption.

“we’re just friends. nycks invited my family to a few e-prix but it’s not like I go everywhere with him.”

“hey, nyck, I know that you were with aston yesterday and hoped you’d be able to watch from mercedes this weekend, but alexander albon is is the hospital, he has appendicitis.”

nycks jaw fell wide open. y/n reached across the table to put a hand on his arm, her magenta nail polish contrasting his tan skin. “nyck, go. I’ll meet you in the garage after I call your parents and make sure they’re watching.”

nyck nodded, grabbing his jacket and taking off across the hospitality suite while y/n grabbed for her phone, searching for mrs. de vries’ number. she got up from the wooden chair, grabbed her backpack and moved to follow nyck before toto stopped her.

“susie told me about your crush on him. neither of you are getting any younger. tell him before it’s too late.”

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“for optimized performance, you need to send him out on the mid compound tyre, it will last longer so you have a better chance to get quicker laps, since you’ll be able to stay out for more. based on weather patterns, we should als be starting with them tomorrow when the race begins-“

“you realize we have proper engineers for this, right miss y/l/n?” jost capito asked gently, passing y/n a pair of headphones.

y/n rolled her eyes, taking the soundproof headphones and slipping them around her neck. “just trying to be helpful. that’s my childhood best friend you’re sending out there.”

“she builds engines for a living, jost.” nyck pointed out as he got suited up in his williams fireproofs. “she also did like, four seasons of karting as a driver before our coach started training her in he behind the scenes. maybe she’s worth listening to.”

nyck never understood why someone as smart as y/n still hung around him all the time. sure, he was talented and famous, but nowhere near as brilliant as she was. she could have gone places, but instead she worked on the assembly line at porsche.

but y/n was always smiling, because it was something she was good at, something she enjoyed. she was happy slaving away and working to build something with her hands rather than sitting behind a desk looking pretty.

she wouldn’t have survived a day in the office: the hem of her white embroidered camisole tied so far up on her chest that one could see the royal blue lace on her bralette, the piercings crawling up her ear, her curly hair pinned up in a messy bun and the skin-tight jeans that made her ass look so good that it gave the dutch boy a hard on if he stared at her for longer than a minute.

and that damn tattoo. the three small dragons that trailed from the top of her jeans and up the side of her stomach, the small glittery stomach piercing in the middle.

basically the opposite of what an f1 wag was supposed to look like.

nyck wasn’t sure when he had started falling in love. and it hurt to know that he could never hold her like he wanted to, kiss her like he wanted to, make love to her like she deserved.

he wanted to blame it on his job, but the fact of the matter was that he was a coward scared to face his feelings for the one woman who had been by his side throughout everything.

“hey, nyck?”

the cold metal of the rings that she wore was pressed against his skin, making him suck in a breath.

“be careful out there, okay? I know you’ll play it safe, you always do, but come back to me in one piece, okay?”

nyck nodded, clutching her hands in his. “I promise.”

“pinky promise?”

y/n smiled, extending her pinky finger. “promise.”

every nerve in her body was on edge as she watched him walk towards that car, slowly backing away from the garage so that the drivers could get ready for fp3.

“you’re not exactly convincing me that you’re just childhood best friends.”

nicholas latifis voice made the reserve drive jump as he was trying to pull his balaclava over his head.

“what’s it to you?” nyck said coldly, staring at the canadian.

nicholas shrugged. “I just see two people who are madly in love with each other and too afraid to admit it.

sunday - race day

ah, race day. y/n loved everything about it.

it was cold in monza as she walked with nyck to the williams hospitality suite, clouds hanging low in the air.

“you need med-“

the driver laughed, finishing the sentence for her. “medium compound tyres, I know. and god knows jost does too, you’ve ingrained it in his mind after yesterday.”

because of the cold, the top that she wore was more conservative today, only one of the three dragons on her stomach visible. but this tank top showed off more of her cleavage, and it was all nyck could do not to stare in wonder at y/n’s double-d’s, a little bit of dark brown lace visible from the bra.

the previous night hadn’t been the first night that nyck had to touch himself in the shower to get her off his mind and it probably wouldn’t be the last. he loved everything about her so much that it hurt.

“hey, you’re going to do great out there, nyck.” y/n said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. nyck reached up to place one of his hands on her arm, wishing that she wasn’t wearing her plaid flannel, that way he could find comfort in her soft skin. “you’re starting p8, you can do this, that’s a good place to be.”

“y/n, I’ll be okay, just a little nervous.”

he could tell that she didn’t believe him.

and then she did something really stupid.

y/n curled her fingers into the collar of his williams polo, pulling him towards her as she pressed her lips to his. after a moment of shock, nyck fell into the kiss, his hands coming to hold her hips as their lips moved in perfect harmony with each other, a low moan emanating from the dutchmans throat before y/n pulled away.

“wow.” she said simply, nyck echoing her thoughts, or lack thereof.

“now do you see why I need you to come back to me in one piece?”

nyck exhaled. "listen, y/n, this is a can of worms that I really can't afford to open when i'm about to get in a car going three-hundred miles per hour. but i promise we'll talk about this as soon as i come back, okay? because i have a lot that i really need to tell you."

y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, fighting off tears as she just simply said: "stay safe out there, de vries. remember: medium tyres."

nyck smiled, pained at the thought that he might be causing y/n more emotional pain. but he knew that if he said what she wanted to hear, what he needed to say, he wouldn't make it out onto the racetrack in time.

"medium tyres, got it." he squeezed her hand, ready to walk away before changing his mind at the last second, turning back on his heel to press another kiss to y/n's lips before taking off to go put his fireproofs on.

it hurt her to watch him go, but she had to remember that he also kissed her and she hung on to the hope that what he had to say wasn't going to break her heart in the end.

because she didn't think that she could handle it if it did.

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"that's p8 nyck, p8. magnificent job, kid!"

"hey nyck, it's y/n. i'm proud of you, dumbass."

despite himself, nyck laughed. "have you been backseat strategizing this entire time?"

"what, of course not." y/n joked sarcastically. "i might have gaslit jost into offering me a job as race engineer."

"god help us all." nyck chuckled. "can we talk after i've gotten weighed? i'm not mad about what happened earlier, i swear to you, but i have something i need to tell you."

any unease or worry left in y/n's soul evaporated when she saw nyck walking back towards the williams garage, fluffy hair ruffled and matted from the balaclava, helmet in his hand as he opened his arms to engulf y/n in a tight hug, bodies pressed together, fingrs digging into fabric.

"you did it, de vries."

"i'm in love with you." he hadn't meant to start his grand speech like that, the words just slipping out. "and i have been since we were sixteen years old. when you stopped karting, it stung because i wasn't sure if i was ever going to see you again. so when i saw you at the track a few weeks later, learning how to fix an engine, i thought it was a miracle, a sign. but i was too much of a coward to tell you sooner."

"i'm not the kind of girl that guys like you go out with." y/n confessed. "even going to the e-prix i realized that i never fit the mould of what a racing wife was supposed to be like. and when you got into f2 and started travelling a lot, even though you brought me with you as often as you could while i was still in school, i felt lonely and i knew i couldn't put myself through that, that we would never work. even when i was with you, i always felt out of place. i don't look like those other girls with their fancy clothes and their toned stomachs and their modelling careers."

"I'm going to stop you right there, y/n. i'm in love with you. not those other girls, you. tattoos, piercings and assembly-line job and all. and we can make this travel thing work, i promise. but i don't want to spend another day pretending that i don't want to hold you in my arms and kiss every inch of your skin."

“kiss me, nyck.”

nobody needed to tell him twice.

the garage burst out into cheers as they embraced, her lips soft against his. nyck tasted like sweat, but y/n tasted like peppermint from the chap stick she was wearing, the taste of dark chocolate still on her tongue. she cradled his face in her hands, his arms tightening their hold around her waist. one of the engineers ran up to nyck and took his helmet from him so he could hold y/n with both hands, both parties giggling into the kiss, wide smiles on their faces when they finally split apart.

"are you saying that we could have been doing that for eleven years by now?"

nyck lowered his voice, raising an eyebrow in an attempt to be sexy. "then i guess we'd better make up for lost time."

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the hotel room window was open, a soft breeze causing the sheer curtains to billow in the wind. clothes were scattered all over the wooden floor: plaid flannel shirt crumpled by the front door, a polo shirt and jeans thrown over the arm chair, tank top draped over the television. nyck and y/n were on the bed, basking in each other's company now that they finally had each other.

the rest of the hotel floor were probably glad that the two were finally finished moaning each other's names at the top of their lungs. it had been a long hour and a half for the people in the rooms on either side.

y/n was wearing one of nycks shirts, bunched up under her breasts to show off her tattoos, the ones that nyck found utterly fascinating as he traced the path that the dragons took from the hem of her calvins and up over her navel with his fingertips.

“why dragons? I’ve always been curious.”

“do you remember when I quit karting?” she paused, waiting for nyck to nod. “it wasnt just because I wasn’t confident in myself any more. that was also the year that I got my diagnosis.”

nyck didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out: “shit.”

“I was still just a kid, and I was terrified. I couldn’t deal with things properly. the dizziness,the fatigue, shortness of breath. I think one of the hardest parts was learning that I could have problems during pregnancy if I ever decided to have kids. I was young and I was scared. hell, I’m twenty seven and still don’t have kids. I don’t even know if that’s something I want, I just know that I’ve spent too much time being scared. to the celtics, dragons meant courage, and to the chinese dragons represent good fortune. they were two things I thought I needed a bit more of.”

she had been diagnosed with an iron deficiency three months after her performance in karting began to seriously decline. she was holding down the midfield okay, still finishing races in the points, but out of nowhere, she couldn’t keep up with the middle of the pack anymore, she was finishing races out of breath and dizzy. when her period came around, she would just bleed and bleed and bleed, never letting up. that was the year she found out she’d need to spend the rest of her life on iron supplements.

she did some things she regretted that year, and some days she wondered if quitting karting was one of them. it was definitely one of the less irresponsible choices she made, she always wondered if she could have gotten better once she understood her body and her condition a bit better.

but at the same time, her condition had lead her to start fixing engines, which is what lead to her job at porsche.

what lead her back to nyck.

the dutchman took her hand in his. “whatever comes next, I promise you that we’ll get through it together, okay? if you do decide that you want kids, I’ll be right next to you through it all, okay?”

she nodded, tears threatening to fall. “I wouldn’t want them with anybody else but you.”

“I love you, nyck. there’s never been anybody else for me.”

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 2 months

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I would literally give my soul to these men😍🥵

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33-81 · 4 months

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Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine, all mine

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 1 month

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Age is just a number, especially when you’re a 42 year old Spaniard😍🔥

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judes-hoe · 14 days

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Rough sex with Paul after him getting overtaken on the last lap 🤍

You watched as Paul stormed off the podium and to his drivers room. You frown and go to his drivers room and walk inside closing the door and locking it. Paul immediately pushed you against the door and started making out with you. He pulled away and covered your mouth. “Be quiet for me ok?” He said and you just nod your head. He’s immediately pulling down your shorts and panties teasing you with his fingers while he took his race suit off. When he did, he pulled his boxers off just enough to get his cock out. He then tells you to jump and you wrapped your legs around him. He then pushed you against the door to help hold you up and slipped his cock inside you fucking you rough with his hand still over your mouth. He’s fucking you at an ungodly pace kissing your neck. Hitting your g-spot over and over and starting rubbing your clit till he felt your clenching around him. “I feel it, cum for me good girl.” He whispered in your ear. You cum around him and soon after he’s cumming inside.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat

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NEW FIC !

The lewis fic out in like 10 minutes :)

click here to read ! xoxo

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“This is to make up for the last 2 years we’ve missed.” He mumbled against your neck as he pushed you towards the nearest surface, kitchen counter. “God how I've missed you— th-this.”

Your top was somewhere near the door, your shorts not far behind, and now you stood legs apart, chest against the cold of the countertops as he fucked you to no end.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, fueled by months, years, of unspoken desires and suppressed emotions. As Lewis's hands roamed hungrily over your skin, every touch ignited a fiery passion that threatened to consume both of you. With each kiss and caress, the weight of the past two years melted away, replaced by a raw and primal need that pulsed between you.

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Stoffel Vandoorne (DS Penske) - Sleepy

Requested: yes

Prompt: 19) "We could watch a movie if one of us wouldn't keep falling asleep."

Warnings: none

Stoffel and Y/n found themselves at home, contemplating how to spend their evening together. Y/n suggested watching a movie, excitedly proposing it as a cozy option for their night in. Stoffel chuckled, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend. "Sure, we could watch a movie if one of us didn't always fall asleep halfway through." Stoffel teased. Y/n pushed him away. "I don't always sleep!" She defended. "Oh please, our first date was going to watch House of Gucci and you fell also while the ads were on." Stoffel replied. "That's not true! And besides, the ads are boring. I'd let someone sleep through them." They settled on a lighthearted romantic comedy, with snacks ready for their movie night.

As the movie started, Stoffel stole glances at Y/n, amused by her determined expression. However, under an hour into the film, he felt a gentle weight on his shoulder and turned to find Y/n peacefully dozing off. Chuckling to himself, Stoffel decided to let her rest and continued watching the movie. He couldn't help but smile at her occasional soft snores and the way she nestled against him.

As the credits rolled, Stoffel carefully shifted Y/n off his shoulder, amazed at how she managed to sleep through the entire movie. He cleaned up the remnants of their snacks and gently scooped her into his arms, carrying her to bed. Once he tucked her in, Y/n stirred awake, a bit embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, Stoffel. I really wanted to watch the whole movie with you."

Stoffel reassured her with a warm smile, "Don't worry about it, love. Watching you sleep peacefully is just as enjoyable. It's one of the things that makes me love you even more." Y/n blushed, grateful for Stoffel's understanding. They shared a tender moment, expressing their affection through quiet words and soft laughter. As they settled into bed, Stoffel whispered, "Maybe next time, we'll pick a shorter movie, or I'll find a way to keep you awake."

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On the other end of the world

pairing⁀➷ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 2.3k

summary⁀➷ When daniel is away for a race, you decide that you and your little daughter should pay her dad a surprise visit

warnings⁀➷ female reader, mom/pregnant reader, fluff, dad daniel, reader has family in italy, pregnancy, parenting

a/n⁀➷ I know that pregnant women aren't supposed to get on a plane but I ignored that for the sake of this fic. I’m not a doctor and my only source about pregnancy-related topics is the internet lol, remember that this is a work of fiction :) (I didn’t really make the readers pregnancy difficult like the request asked for, it just kinda didn’t fit in that well) (tell me if I missed a warning pls!) y/d/n = Your daughter's name

Requested; If that’s okay for you, could I have one with Daniel Ricciardo, who will be married to y/n, they already have a little girl together, who is a real daddy's girl, and y/n is pregnant with a second little girl, and the theme ca will be that y/n and their daughter surprise him during one of his races and that Daniel does not expect to see them because y/n wanted to rest because she has a very complicated second pregnancy

(I used an Italian sentence, please feel free to correct me if it's wrong!)

It was the weekend of the Italian GP. Daniel had already left Australia a few days ago, which was especially hard for him this time.

You and your daughter were at home in your house in Perth and would watch the race from there.

At least that's what Daniel thought.

"y/d/n? Baby, can you come here for a second?" you called her. You were sitting in the kitchen, while she was happily playing in the living room.

"Daddy is on the phone!" you added, and after that, it didn't take you a minute to hear her little feet tapping on the floor.

"Dadda?" she excitedly said.

"Nugget!" Daniel called back from the phone.

Her grin covered her entire face and she climbed onto a chair at the table to sit down next to you.

You turned your phone in her direction and she grinned at her Dad.

A huge grin spread across Daniel's face and he waved at her through the screen.

"Hey dadda, what awre you doin'?" she asked as best she could. It was that typical phase where usually only the parents understood what their child was saying. But it was also just too cute how she pronounced some words.

"I just got to my room." Daniel smiled and turned the camera to show her around.

"Where are the toys? Don't you have cars or play-doh?" she asked, totally shocked by that.

Daniel let out a hearty laugh as he looked at his little daughter with a smile. "No, they didn't give me any. But they did give me a real, big car, which is almost as great as play-doh." he returned, pretending to be disappointed too that he didn't get any toys.

"Mommy, can I show Daddy mine?" she whispered to you. "Of course." you whispered back and watched her grinning as she ran into the living room with the phone in her little hand.

"Look, Daddy, I have mine 'ight here! Mommy bought me a new colour today!" she told him excitedly. You listened to the two of them chat about everything for quite some time, stroking your baby belly.

You were 9 months pregnant and your belly was pretty much showing. As well as y/d/n, it was a girl. Daniel just seemed to be a girl daddy.

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"Good night sweetheart," You kissed y/d/n on the forehead and she snuggled closer to her stuffed animal. "Night Mommy."

It wasn't really late, not even for your daughter, but you would have to leave early tomorrow to catch the plane to Italy.

From her room upstairs you could hear your phone ringing. You walked down the stairs, hoping the caller would be patient until you were downstairs.

You picked up your phone from the counter in the kitchen and plopped down on the sofa as you took the call.

"Hey, lover." you said, grinning teasingly at him.

"'Dear cherished husband' is what I would have expected to hear from you, Mrs Ricciardo. But I guess I’m just your 'lover' then."

He greeted you.

It didn't take three seconds until you both couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing.

„Okay okay sorry, my dear cherished husband. How are you?"

„I'm missing you." Daniel said with a frown. „I miss you and y/d/n and baby bean."

Baby bean, that's how he called your baby daughter. It warmed your heart every time.

Your hand moved to your growing belly and you looked at your phone, propped up against a tissue box while you laid on the sofa.

„How are you, love?" Daniel asked as his gaze went from your big belly to your face.

„I'm okay, just the usual back pain. But I'm goo-„

„Have you called the doctor yet? Maybe that's not normal, maybe you need to take some medicine or herbs or... I don't know what a pregnant woman has to take. Babe please go and see a doctor-„

„Daniel!"

The previous three times you said his name, he didn't even hear it. Too focused on making a diagnosis for you.

Now he finally looked at you. He didn't say anything else but his eyes clearly said ‚huh?'.

„Baby, I know what to do, don't be scared."

„Yeah I know, but with y/d/n it was different..."

„I know," you sighed, „But even if this pregnancy is more difficult, I still know what is best, babe. And don't forget I have help too." you winked at Daniel and slowly you could see him starting to relax.

„Have you had any trouble with y/d/n going to bed?" Daniel asked interested, changing the topic. The last time he was away, she didn't want to go to sleep until, quote her, “her daddy was here to kiss her goodnight”.

„No, maybe because you two talked on the phone or it was just coincidence. But she behaved like a well-raised girl." you joked.

„Well, of course, I raised her." Daniel went along with the joke.

„Haha. How very funny of you Ricciardo." you faked being outraged.

„That's me, I'm always funny." he said laughing.

„But that's why you married me." he winked as you grinned and suppressed a giggle.

„True." you gave in and laughed.

„And this woman right here," you pointed at your chest, „is going to bed now."

„Are you? Are you really leaving me here, all by myself?"

„I am, sorry Babes." you said with fake pity and Daniel grinned.

„Oh, by the way, is it still as hot as when I left?" he asked interested.

You shook your head yes, „That's why I only sleep in my underwear." you grinned at him, knowing how it would tease him.

You got up from the sofa and turned off all the lights, your phone being the only source of light.

"Babe." He said with a straight face, tilting his head.

Daniels gaze went to you on the screen. "Don't say something like that if I'm here, on the other end of the fucking world." He said almost angry. Still, you grinned.

If he only knew.

The next day was a little hectic but y/d/n was so excited to see her Daddy again, that she acted like an angel sent to earth. She loved her Dad more than anything. He was her role model, best friend and guardian.

Even when she was a baby, her eyes always lit up whenever she saw him, her lips curling up in a smile, turning into a giggle no matter what he did.

The flight was alright and luckily for you, your daughter slept through most of it. At some point, you were a little afraid that something could happen, especially with your unborn baby girl.

You have visited your doctor before you had made any plans and she assured you that nothing would happen. She was the best doctor you could wish for, she always knew what is best and what to do, ever since your first pregnancy with y/d/n.

You'd also visit your family while you were in Italy, especially your grandma and if anything should happen she'd knew what to do.

When the warm Italian sun kissed your face and send warm shivers down your spine, you knew you were not far away from home anymore. Y/d/n held your hand while you walked out of the airport, your luggage by your side.

„Mommy, when are we going to see Daddy?" she asked, still a little tired. Her small eyes were puffy from sleeping on the plane and her stuffed sheep animal hung in her tight grip.

„Only a few hours now." you warmly smiled at her. „He's still working but later we're going to have dinner together." She beamed at you and hopped up and down while you both made your way to the exit, where a taxi would already be waiting for you.

Michael and Andreas had helped you manage everything so you knew in which hotel and room Daniel would be staying at, without having to ask him. Andreas was the nicest, and y/d/n already called him Uncle Andy which you found quite funny as did he. She met him once.

„Hey Nugget?" She looked up at you with a pair of brown eyes.

„We're going to surprise Daddy, remember? He doesn't know we're here yet. Do you have any plan how we could make it even more like a surprise?" you smiled down at her.

She looked like a total mix of you and Daniel. Whenever you looked into her eyes, you could swear they were Daniel's.

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Dinner time came sooner than you thought.

Your luggage was already in the extra room next to Daniel's and with y/d/n holding your hand you were on your way to surprise Daniel.

Michael texted you earlier so you could plan everything and be at the same spot at the same time.

Y/d/n wanted to get Daniel a surprise for when they met again, so for the last hour, you were walking around the area luckily finding everything she needed to surprise her Daddy.

„Oh mate, nah." Your husband's laugh echoed across the restaurant parking lot.

Michael had told him he „accidentally" booked a table for four persons, only that it wasn't accidentally.

Michael sent you a thumbs-up emoji, your sign.

„Are you ready to see Daddy again?" you giggled turning around to your daughter.

She shook her head excitedly.

„Me too." you grinned.

Taking off your seat belt and then hers, you locked the rental car and walked into the restaurant.

For a little more fun for y/d/n, both of you acted like spy agents as you walked up to the table. The gift bag in y/d/n's hand as you did.

You both had reached them, and you secretly winked at Michael for a hello.

You let go of her back, where one of your hands had rested to guide the way.

Your rested your hands on Daniel's shoulders before you leaned over to his ear.

At first you felt him stiffen a little, startled by the unknown touch, but as soon as he smelled your familiar scent his shoulders instantly relaxed.

He could tell that smell from thousands. This was the smell of home for him.

„Surprise." you whispered close to his ear.

„Supraisee!" y/d/n laughed full of joy at the same moment, tugging on his jeans.

To say Daniel was surprised was an underestimation.

„What? You- How?" He stuttered but then it looked like he was struck by a lightning strike.

Daniel stood up and turned around to you and his mini version. His smile showed how unbelievably happy he was.

He bent down to lift up his daughter, then he leaned to you to kiss you.

„How?" Was everything he could say. Daniel looked so confused, you and y/d/n both laughed at the same time.

„You know, we got on this crazy thing called a plane." you joked, once again.

„Very funny." Daniel joked too, but it didn't wipe away his grin.

Y/d/n had given Daniel her present, and let's just say the two were melting your heart.

She gifted him a little car and orange play-doh.

„You can build your Formula One car, that's why it's orange play-doh." she proudly explained.

Daniel looked at it like he was a toddler himself, „That is absolutely the best gift ever, Nugget!"

He lifted her up to kiss her on the cheek while holding her in a tight hug. When his beard tickled her cheek, she started giggling and wriggling his embrace. It was absolutely heartwarming.

When you all sat down and ordered your food, Daniel shot Michael a look.

„You knew."

Michael started grinning. „Of course I knew, mate."

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Y/d/n was already sleeping, and you laid in bed next to your husband, something that happened too rarely during the f1 season.

Your head rested on the pillow, facing him, your eyes studied his face.

„I love you." you whispered.

His hands found yours and he leaned in closer.

„I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you." he said in between kisses, the final one lasting longer than the previous.

„Do you want to come with us when we're going to visit Nonna?" you quietly asked in the silent room.

„I'd love to. I haven't seen her for some time now." Daniel lightly smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

Once he started, Daniel couldn't hold himself back with kisses.

When his expression changed, you furrowed your eyebrows.

„What's wrong?"

„What if the baby comes sooner than we thought? If we're still in Italy?" You could hear he was concerned a little.

„Well then maybe we'll get an Italian baby girl, who knows?" You laughed and nudged Daniels side as he laughed „We'd be the Italian-Ricciardo-gang."

„Oh sí, amore mio." Daniel burst out laughing quietly.

When he wrapped his arm around you, holding your hand, you knew you've reached home.

Because home is not a place, but the person you love the most.

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