Deal - Cl16 (41/?)
deal - cl16 (41/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.
Chapter Summary: Who knew this Christmas breakfast would be this exciting?
Warnings: 18+ (mentions of sex, creampie and oral), fluff, minimal angst (because it wouldn't be my story without a tiny bit of angst)
Word Count: 3.5k
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The touch of Charles' hand on your naked skin draws you out of a restful sleep, slowly and comfortably.
You feel his chest against your back, nestling more snugly against your spine with each of his breaths. His arm lies heavily on your side, reassuringly and relaxed around your middle, as if he never wants to let you go again.
As if you would ever want that.
His embrace feels like a warm blanket that you want to snuggle up in forever and never let go of. Soft and gentle, he surrounds you, holds you tight and presses you to him; body to body, skin to skin.
You breathe out quietly.
You would love to turn around and wake Charles with feather-light kisses on his warm skin, to continue where you left off last night. But for a moment, you want to enjoy his closeness, on this quiet morning after Christmas, before you have to return to reality and everyday life.
You slide closer to him, press yourself against him and breathe in his scent. His warm breath gently caresses your neck as he cuddles his face into the curve between your head and your shoulder. His lips ghost gently over the soft skin there before he absentmindedly and as if it were the most natural thing in the world presses a kiss on the spot on your neck.
His hand, which was still resting on the bed sheet, lies flat on your stomach to press you tightly against him before it searches for the warmth of your body. Hesitantly, it slides under your shirt before finding its firm place on your naked skin. Although he is sleeping, Charles spreads his fingers so that some of his fingertips gently slide under the hem of your shorts and remain there.
You have to suppress a deep sigh to avoid waking Charles, although there is nothing else you would rather do.
His words almost repeat themselves in your thoughts in your thoughts – “You have a few holes I can fill to keep me occupied” – and the mere thought of it makes you have to press your thighs together.
How it would feel to have him pressed against you. His weight on yours. How it would feel to fall apart on his cock, drunk on pleasure and his lips on your heated skin as he uses you as he pleases. Filling your pussy again and again and again, maybe even your –
You feel your arousal pooling in your shorts and decide to get out of bed before you jump Charles' bones, not wanting to wake him up for sex – or something remotely close to it.
Carefully and slowly, you slide his arm off your heated body and gently lay it on the mattress so you can get up without waking him. You immediately miss the feeling of his warm skin on yours and you would love to snuggle back under the covers, kiss his chest and let him touch you until you see stars. But when you look at him, his eyes closed and a faint smile on his face, you decide to let him sleep.
He would be leaving for training camp soon and you wouldn't see each other for a few days. He will surely need all the sleep he can get before Andrea will be demanding and exhausting him to the bone there.
In the bathroom, you quietly slip into a pair of leggings and a large turtleneck sweater, then leave the room on your tiptoes, but not without looking back at Charles. He is now lying on your side of the bed, on his back and with one arm behind his head. His other hand is on his naked chest. He has kicked the blanket away, so it is lying at his feet – and you can see a dark spot on his gray boxer shorts. Right where it stretches over his boner.
You quickly look away, slip out of the bedroom and quietly close the door behind you. You tiptoe through the house, not knowing whether the rest of the Leclerc family is still asleep or already up and about, and make your way down the stairs towards the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Pascale smiles at you as you enter the room. She is standing at the humming coffee machine, a dark red cup is under it. "Did you sleep well?”
You smile back at her. “Yes, thank you,” you reply. You don't mention that you slept well because her son gave you a mindblowing orgasm for Christmas and called you “his good girl.”
The coffee machine stops humming and Pascale reaches for the coffee cup. “I'm glad. The bed is quite old and I was a little worried that it might be too uncomfortable.” She takes a sip of the hot coffee before looking at you. “I hope you enjoyed our Christmas.”
You can't hide a broad smile. “It was perfect.”
Pascale smiles sadly. “Well, it hasn't been perfect for a long time,” she replies quietly, and even without her saying it, you know that she misses her husband very much. She looks into her cup and clutches it with her fingers as if it were the last straw. Mama Leclerc takes a deep breath. “But with each year it becomes more bearable. And now that you're here and Charles is finally smiling again –” she gently lays her hand on your cheek, "- it's getting easier for me, too."
You see the tears in her eyes and before you can stop yourself, you hug her so hard she almost spills her coffee. "Thank you, Pascale," you whisper. ”For taking me in.”
She puts her free arm around you. “You don't have to thank me for that, cherié. You make Charles happy – I can't thank you enough for that.” As you pull away from each other, she smiles gently. “This home is now yours too. No matter what may come.” She presses a fleeting kiss on your cheek. “I wanted to start breakfast right away. Would you like to help me? I just have to take care of something, but you can prepare the dough for the pancakes. You can find the recipe in the cookbook over there. I'll be right back – make yourself at home.” And without saying another word, she leaves the kitchen, leaving you in silence.
Without hesitation, you open cupboards and drawers, looking for all the necessary utensils and ingredients to prepare the dough for the pancakes. Pascale's cookbook is in French, but you understand it well enough to start preparing the meal without any problems.
As you weigh the flour and pour it into a large bowl, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around and see Charles standing in the doorway. His hair is standing on end in all directions and when his eyes meet yours, he seems to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Good morning,“ you smile at him and turn back to the bowl to add the sugar to the flour. "Did you sleep well?"
You hear his soft steps and then feel his arms wrap around your middle to press you against his chest. ”Very well,“ he whispers. "But to be honest, I missed you when I woke up.”
Goosebumps spread across your skin as he gently and slowly slides his hands under your sweater. “I didn't want to wake you.”
His fingers dig briefly into your sides as he turns you towards him. “I thought for a moment – you were –” He takes a deep breath. “I was afraid that you had disappeared. That last night was just – I don't know – that I imagined it.”
You smile at him and put your hands on his chest. “You didn't. Don't worry.”
Charles returns your smile. “Thank God,” he replies. “I couldn't bear it if we weren't friends anymore.”
Friends. Friends. Friends.
The word repeats itself in your thoughts like a broken record – but that's okay, you think. You take what you can get from him. Even if it's only physical and it ultimately breaks your heart.
You'd rather have some of him than none at all.
You raise your hand and let your fingertips gently glide over his cheekbone. “Don't you ever worry your pretty head about that. I promised you I'm not going anywhere.”
He reaches for your hand and kisses your knuckles. “You better not,” he smiles against your fingers. “And even if you did go, I'd follow you anywhere.” He leans his forehead against yours and his warm breath caresses your face. The palm of his hand, which was just on your back, slides down under the hem of your leggings and grabs your ass. “And there's nothing that can stop me.”
"There's no way I have to close my eyes every time I enter a room,” complains Arthur, holding his hand in front of his eyes.
Charles rolls his eyes before he digs his fingers briefly into your butt and then moves away from you a little. “Don't act like you're all innocent,” grins the middle Leclerc and winks at you before he goes to wash his hands in the sink.
Arthur purses his lips. “At least I'm not doing it in the middle of the kitchen.”
“Who's doing it in the middle of the kitchen?” Pascale asks, returning to the kitchen with a large basket. She glances around briefly before placing the basket on the counter. Then she puts her hands on her hips, as if waiting for an answer.
“No one, Maman. No one would dare do that here,” Charles smiles and hugs his mother before giving her a fleeting kiss on the cheek. He glances into the basket. ”Did you really prepare croissants?”
Mama-Leclerc rolls her eyes and gently pushes her son away. “I have. They just need to go in the oven and then we can have breakfast.” She looks at you. “How are you doing with the dough for the pancakes, cherié?”
“Not very well,” Arthur grins and takes a cup out of the cupboard to put it under the coffee machine. "I think she was quite distracted."
Charles gives his little brother a weak slap on the back of the head. "We'll take care of everything, Maman.”
Pascale raises an eyebrow. “Very well. The croissants need to be in the oven for twenty minutes. In that time, you two take care of the pancakes and Arthur, please set the table,” she orders before disappearing back out the door.
Arthur sighs. “Where are Charlotte and Enzo, anyway? Why aren't they helping?”
Your roommate shrugs and takes the milk out of the fridge and pours it into a measuring cup before pouring it over the flour and sugar. “I don't know. But it's not the first time that Enzo has shirked.”
While the brothers are complaining about where the oldest Leclerc son and his girlfriend are, you prepare the dough. Charles puts the croissants on the baking sheet and slides them into the oven, and Arthur puts the dishes on the table, along with Nutella and jam, before disappearing to change.
You flip a pancake in the hot pan. “It's been a long time since I enjoyed Christmas,” you suddenly confess, even surprised by your honesty.
Charles takes a plate out of the cupboard and puts it next to the stove so that you can put the finished pancakes on it straight away. “What do you mean?” He leans against the worktop and looks at you, his fingers curved around the edge.
You hesitantly place the spatula on the pancake and press it onto the bottom of the pan. “My parents were never the kind of people who thought Christmas was important,” you explain. “They were always at work, so I was always home alone on those days.”
The Monegasque tilts his head. “Did you at least have a Christmas tree? Or presents?”
You purse your lips and shake your head before you take the finished pancake out of the pan and heat up another dollop of dough. “A Christmas tree, yes, but it was made of metal and therefore not particularly Christmassy. There were presents, but I think only so that they wouldn't feel guilty about not being there.”
It is the first time that you have spoken openly about your parents. Somewhere inside you, there is a nagging feeling that it is not right to speak badly of the people who raised you, but putting them in a good light would not be the truth. And there is no one in this world whom you trust as much as the man watching you carefully turn the pancake.
“Sounds pretty lonely."
You nod slightly. ”It was. With lawyers as parents, it was never easy. You can imagine the path in life they had planned for me. And how disappointed they were when I wanted to do a creative job. They wanted a small, perfect law student – and they got an unemployed photographer.”
Charles apparently senses how difficult it is for you to talk about your parents, because he takes the spatula out of your hand and puts it aside to pull you close. He gently combs his fingers through your hair until his fingertips rest on the back of your neck and he lifts your head so you look at him.
“First of all, you're no longer unemployed. Remember?” he smiles. His fingertips gently press into the muscles in the back of your neck. ‘Besides, you're perfect just the way you are. There's nothing I would change about you.’ His gaze wanders from your eyes down to your lips and further down to your turtleneck sweater. ”Except for the clothes, maybe.”
You look down at yourself in puzzlement. “Why? Do I look that bad?”
“Not necessarily bad,” he suddenly whispers. “But I think I'd like you better without clothes.” His voice has dropped an octave and goes through your skin and bones, vibrating inside you and making your panties suddenly stick to you. Charles puts his thumb under your chin and gently caresses your jaw. “I would love to carry you upstairs and repeat last night – but this time without clothes.” He leans forward a little and kisses your forehead before pulling back a little and meeting your eyes again. ‘You are absolutely perfect,’ he repeats emphatically. ”And you'll never have to spend another Christmas alone. Not as long as I'm around. My family is your family now, too.”
He lets go of you and reaches for the pan, preventing the pancake from burning behind you. You can only watch him silently, with the skill with which he swings the pan. The veins in his forearm and hand are bulging, and even if you wanted to, you definitely couldn't take your eyes off him.
How did he manage to turn a conversation about your parents into one where you want to drop to your knees in front of him and –
“How much longer for the croissants?” Pascale asks as she re-enters the kitchen, bowls of fruit in her hands.
“Not much longer,” Charles replies, placing the last pancake on the stack before setting it on the dining table. He pulls out a chair and smiles at you. ”Why don't you sit down, mon amour? I'll take care of the rest.”
A few minutes later, the whole room is filled with the aroma of warm pastries and coffee, and most of the Leclerc family gathers at the table. Charles, who is not forced to sit on the uncomfortable stool due to the absence of his older brother, takes a seat next to you and slides so close to you that he almost sits on your chair. His knee presses comfortably against yours and he gently places his hand on your thigh.
But there is nothing sexual about the touch. It is comforting, soothing, and warm. An assurance that you are not alone – and never have to be alone again.
When Arthur puts the first pancake on his plate, Charlotte and Enzo join them.
“I'm sorry, Maman,” he apologizes and kisses her briefly on the forehead. ‘We didn't mean to be rude.’ He sits down on the uncomfortable stool across from you – but not without giving Charles a dirty look – and Charlotte sits down across from you. A broad smile is painted on her face.
She is also wearing a dark red turtleneck with a beautiful bow. The sleeves are pulled up over her hands and on her left ring finger is... a ring?
You open your eyes wide and Charlotte catches your glance. Her grin extends almost from ear to ear.
“But we have a good reason for being late,” Enzo interrupts your train of thought and looks at the woman next to him with a look that is dripping with love and happiness. He grabs her hand before raising it to his lips and kissing her knuckles so that everyone can see the diamond on her finger.
Pascale jumps up from her chair as if stung by an adder. “Oh my goodness!” she almost screams, causing Arthur to drop his fork in shock.
“We're engaged,” Charlotte announces, showing off the rock on her finger.
Suddenly there is alot of noise, everyone gets up from their seats and congratulates the happy couple. You first embrace Enzo and then Charlotte, who squeezes you tightly.
“I'm so happy for you,” you smile and examine the ring, which suits her perfectly.
“Thank you,” she replies, unable to contain her joy. She fidgets from one foot to the other like a little kid. "I never would have thought that he would ask me to marry him on Christmas of all days." She hugs you again. "This is going to be so great! I can't wait to start planning!" You glance over at Enzo, who playfully rolls his eyes. Charlotte kisses her fiancé on the cheek. “Don't pretend. You asked me voluntarily!”
“I did,” he smiles at her. “And I don't regret it for a second.”
Pascale, trying to hide the tears in her eyes, claps her hands. “I wish your father was here to see this,” she smiles. “He would have been very happy for you.”
“Thank you, Maman.“ Enzo kisses his mother on the cheek before he wants to sit down again.
”You certainly won't sit on the stool,” Mama-Leclerc replies, glancing over at Charles, who is trying to hide behind you. ”Charles! Swap your chair with the groom! I want them to be as comfortable as possible today!”
“But Maman –” the Monegasque tries to change her mind, but when he catches the loving and tearful look in his mother's eyes, he falls silent. Without another word, he and his big brother swap chairs, so that in the end he is sitting on the stool again. He puts his hand back on your thigh as if this were its rightful place.
“Tell me! When did you ask her? How did you ask her? Have you already talked about a date? Would you rather have it in summer or winter?“ Pascale's questions come thick and fast, making the whole table laugh.
”Now don't bombard them like that,” Arthur laughs, just managing to duck before his mother can catch him with the napkin. ”Just let them - you know - talk.”
But Pascale isn't paying any attention to her youngest son. She rests her elbow on the table, puts her chin in the palm of her hand, and looks at the newly engaged couple. “Well? At what point did you realize you wanted to ask her?”
Enzo grabs the hand of his fiancée and looks at her, smiling. “It was actually a very mundane moment,” he begins to tell the story, but you are not listening.
You feel Charles's warm and loving gaze on you, and when you look at him, he smiles at you. You hear Enzo's voice as if through cotton wool, telling of a movie night and how he had told an incredibly bad joke that Charlotte found so awful that she had to laugh at it for twenty minutes.
Your focus is on Charles, his warm gaze, his heavy hand on your thigh. You smile at him and a sparkle flashes in his eyes.
“There is no one in this world that I love more than her,” Enzo finally says.
There is no one in this world that I love more than you, Charles.
And as if he were interpreting your gaze, as if he knew what was written in your thoughts, he gently squeezes your thigh. Twice.
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f1gossip a follower just sent us these photos of some of the f1 drivers partying and having fun at a club after the Aston Martin podium today! It is rumored that McLaren driver Lando Norris was also present and that there was a heated argument between him and Y/N. Waiting for more details 👀
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real life
The club was alive with energy, the sound of music and chatter filling the space. The podium celebration was still fresh in your mind, the high of the race, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. After a long, hard-fought race, you had finally made it to the top three, standing on the podium with a huge smile on your face. You had earned it. You had worked so hard for it. Fernando Alonso had finished alongside you, and both of you were now celebrating the victory with close friends and teammates.
As you stood surrounded by Fernando, Carlos Sainz, and George Russell, the four of you were laughing, sharing stories of the race, and enjoying the excitement of the moment. Fernando had his arm draped around your shoulders, a proud smile on his face, his voice full of excitement as he spoke animatedly about the race. Carlos was teasing you both about how you were going to beat him next time, and George was raising a glass to your hard-earned success. Everything felt perfect — until he walked in.
Lando Norris.
The moment your eyes met his, your stomach twisted into a knot. There he was, striding confidently into the club, a slight smile on his face, as if nothing had ever happened. He was still the same Lando you remembered: the boy you once loved, the boy who had shattered your heart.
You immediately tensed, your grip on your drink tightening. Fernando noticed the shift in your demeanor, his brow furrowing in confusion before he glanced over his shoulder to see what you were looking at. His expression immediately hardened, and Carlos and George followed his gaze.
Lando, oblivious to the sudden shift in the atmosphere, walked up to the bar with a casual air, nodding at a few people in the crowd. It wasn’t until he caught sight of you that his smile faltered, though it didn’t disappear entirely.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Lando said, his voice light, as though nothing had ever happened between you two.
You couldn’t help but scoff, your anger rising quickly. Fernando, sensing the tension, took a step back, giving you space, though he kept his eyes on Lando with a wary look. Carlos and George, too, gave the two of you some room, but they didn’t hide their discomfort.
Lando leaned against the bar casually, his eyes flicking over to Fernando. “Looks like it’s been a good day for both of you,” he said, motioning to the celebration around you. “Podium, huh? Congrats.”
You could feel the heat of frustration welling up inside of you, all the old feelings coming back to the surface. How dare he waltz in here like everything was fine, like he hadn’t betrayed you? Like he hadn’t destroyed everything you once believed in.
“Don’t act like you care,” you said coldly, your voice sharp as a knife. “You have a funny way of congratulating someone, Lando.”
Lando blinked, clearly surprised by your hostility. His smile faltered, and he glanced at Fernando and the others, as if searching for something to make this moment less awkward. But you weren’t giving him that luxury.
“Are you serious?” Lando’s voice hardened, his earlier casualness replaced with something darker. “I come in here to show some support, and you act like I just killed your puppy? It’s been years.”
You could feel the anger building up inside you, the emotions from all those years ago surging to the surface. “You don’t get to act like nothing happened,” you shot back, voice tight with fury. “You don’t get to pretend we’re fine. You cheated on me. You humiliated me in front of everyone. And when I got hurt, when I was out for a year, you didn’t even care. You didn’t even apologize.”
Lando’s eyes widened at the intensity of your words, but he quickly recovered, a defensive look crossing his face. “That was a long time ago. You think I don’t regret it? You think I don’t feel like an asshole for how things ended?”
“Oh, so now you regret it?” You laughed bitterly, the sound cutting through the noise of the club. “You should have thought about that before you—”
“Before I what?!” Lando snapped, stepping closer to you now, his voice low and fierce. “Before I made a mistake? You think I don’t know how badly I messed up? But you’ve been holding this over my head for years, and it’s not even about that anymore, is it? It’s about holding onto your grudge.”
You didn’t back down. “I’m not holding a grudge. I’m holding onto the truth. You left me broken, and for what? Because you couldn’t stay faithful? Because you wanted to feel good about yourself while I was dealing with the aftermath of your mistakes?”
Fernando stepped in, placing a hand on Lando’s shoulder, his expression stern, but calm. “This isn’t the place for this,” he said quietly, his voice laced with authority. “We’re here to celebrate a win, not dredge up old wounds.”
Lando looked at Fernando, clearly irritated by his intervention, but he didn’t argue. His eyes moved back to you, and there was a flicker of regret in them. But you didn’t care about the flicker. You cared about the damage he had done.
“You should leave,” you said, your voice colder now. “This is a celebration, not a pity party for you.”
Lando’s jaw tightened. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to lash out again, but instead, he took a deep breath. His eyes briefly met yours — there was a faint trace of apology, but it was clouded by his own pride.
“You’re still angry,” he said quietly, as if finally understanding. “I get it. But I’m not going anywhere.”
“You should,” you shot back, your eyes blazing. “Go anywhere but here.”
The tension between you two hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Fernando gave Lando one final look, his expression hardening before he stepped away from the group, signaling the others to follow him.
Carlos leaned in toward you and whispered, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, though the emotion was raw in your chest, and it would take a lot more than a few words to heal that wound. But for now, you were surrounded by the people who truly mattered — the ones who had been there for you when Lando had abandoned you.
The music played on, and for a moment, the weight of the past started to lift as you turned your attention back to your celebration. But Lando’s presence, even from across the room, lingered.
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SCENE 7 :: WE'LL PAY THE PRICE, I GUESS ↳ you were never not mine — carlos sainz ༉‧₊˚✧
★ : pairing :: carlos sainz x reader ★ : genre :: angst; smut; fluff ★ : words :: 3.8k separated by a hidden emotional turmoil, carlos and y/n navigate the complexities of co-parenting their twins amidst the high-stakes f1 world. amidst paddock visits and personal healing, will they go further apart or find their wayback to each other? ★ : a/n :: i made lots of social media posts/texts for this but decided to scratch it and write it at last. shows the dynamic or carlos and y/n more than anything. it's mostly nsfw so yeah enjoy? writing is a bit dusty and not proofread
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The first thing you feel is warmth. A hauntingly familiar one.
Not the kind from blankets or the sun creeping in through the curtains, but something heavier, something real, something that wasn’t making you sweat but making your chest ache.
Slowly, you registered the weight of a hand resting on your hip. The press of soft lips against your cheek. A breathy chuckle against your skin when you scrunch your nose but don’t wake up.
You don’t have to open your eyes to know who it is.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and raspy from sleep, lips grazing the corner of your jaw before trailing lazily toward your lips.
You make a sleepy sound in protest, burying your face into the pillow. “Go away.”
He hums, amused at your cheeks burning up, but doesn’t back off. His fingers tighten slightly at your waist as he leans in again, brushing his nose against your cheek before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “Never.”
Your brows furrow, eyes still closed when you hear an exhale of breath. “What’s wrong?”
Carlos sighs again, shifting slightly, making the blanket move and suddenly you realize why he sounds so strained. His arms are awkwardly folded at his sides, barely moving, like he’s trapped.
That’s when you register the tiny limbs sprawled across both of you and you pursue your lips in order to not burst out laughing.
One of your twins is half on Carlos’s chest, little fingers fisted into his shirt, while the other is wedged between you two, his foot pressed right into Carlos’s stomach.
“Ah,” you whisper, taking in the sight. “You’re stuck.”
Carlos groans dramatically. “Sí, and my arm is asleep.” He tilts his head toward you, lips brushing your temple as he speaks. “I have been trying to wake you up, but someone wouldn’t move.”
You smile sleepily, your fingers finding their way to his naked chest, gently tracing patterns over his skin. “You could’ve just moved them.”
Carlos gives you a look, like you’ve suggested something ridiculous. “And risk waking them up? I love them but it’s too early...”
One of the twins stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent before curling further into Carlos. He stiffens. “This is a dangerous game, baby. We have to get them back to their room before they take over completely.”
You glance at them, at the peaceful little faces snuggled into the safety of their dad’s arms, and suddenly, you don’t feel like moving. But Carlos nudges you gently.
“Come on,” he whispers, “help me.”
Carefully, you both begin the delicate mission of untangling yourselves from your children. Carlos shifts first, expertly maneuvering one twin into your arms before you slide out of bed. He follows immediately after, scooping up the other in one practiced motion.
It comes so naturally to him that it has your poor stomach twisting.
The hallway is dim, the house still quiet as you make your way to their room.
Carlos walks ahead of you, stepping lightly, a hand cradling the back of your son’s head to keep him from stirring. You follow, watching as he nudges the door open with his foot before stepping inside.
There’s a soft glow from the nightlight. The room is neat, save for a few scattered toys and a forgotten stuffed animal on the floor.
You place the first twin into his teddy bear-shaped bed, tucking the blanket over him gently.
Carlos lays down the other twin in his race car bed, brushing a stray curl from his forehead before stepping back beside you.
For a moment, you both just watch them.
“They move so much in their sleep.”
“Like their dad.” You smile, whispering back.
Carlos nudges you playfully with his elbow, making you stifle a laugh before he tilts his head toward the little red car bed. “We should change that color, you know.”
You arch a brow at him. “What, so my baby can have a McLaren instead?”
Carlos scoffs, his eyes pointed at you in disbelief. Only you really could find humor in joking about that so early in the morning.
You bite your lip, stifling another laugh. “So dramatic.” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “I’m serious.”
Carlos doesn’t argue further, choosing to ignore the mention of Oscar. Instead, his fingers ghost over your wrist, a barely-there touch, before he gently takes your hand in his. His thumb runs absentmindedly over your skin, slow and deliberate.
“Let’s go,” he murmurs, his voice softer now.
He’s leaning down to press a kiss to the twin nearest to him as you do the same but when you turn your head toward him, your heart skips slightly at the way he’s looking at you warm, familiar, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
Good, you didn’t want him anywhere but here either.
You hesitate, but Carlos doesn’t rush you. He just tugs lightly at your hand, pulling you with him, step by step, back toward your bedroom.
The moment you cross the threshold, his hands settle on your waist, guiding you back onto the mattress. He follows soon after, his body fitting easily against yours, like he was always meant to be there.
Neither of you speak for a moment. The world outside is still.
Then, quietly, almost hesitantly, you hear him say, “I missed this.”
The words steal your air and your throat tightens as you look at him. He looks exactly the same, his familiarity making you relax but at the same time, he’s so different. It didn’t make any sense and you hoped your brain wasn’t fucking with you right now.
When he watches you lose yourself in your head, Carlos kisses you slowly, like he has all the time in the world, like he wants to feel every second of this
His lips brush over yours, not demanding, not urgent. Just there, waiting, savoring. His hands move with purpose, tracing familiar curves with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch.
And okay, you feel the shift immediately. He’s been yearning for this. The way his breathing is almost non-existent and his hands are secured around your hip.
This isn’t about erasing the past or proving something.
It’s about being here, in this moment, together because being anywhere else would be a crime. The last time you guys were together had been rushed. Pathetic. Desperate.
It had been hands fumbling, mouths clashing, bodies colliding in a mess of need. A frantic attempt to reclaim something you both thought had been lost forever.
You hadn’t spoken much then, just whispered names and broken sounds, drowning in something neither of you had been ready to name yet.
Carlos exhales against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours. "You’re so beautiful," he whispers, voice raw, like the thought physically hurts him.
Your fingers slide into his hair, tugging gently, warning him to tone down the cringe. "You always say that." Rolling your eyes you hum as he sucks at your pulse point. Eyes closing.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, thumb grazing the curve of your jaw. "Because it’s always true."
That makes you shiver beneath him, and it’s not from the cold.
Carlos kisses his way down your body, slow and reverent, his hands steadying you as he moves. When he reaches the hem of your shirt, he hesitates, fingers curling into the fabric.
He looks up at you. Waiting. It makes your heartbeat race and you curse yourself in your head as you nod.
Not giving you enough time to overthink, Carlos lifts your shirt over your head, his gaze never leaving yours. But the moment his gaze travels down towards your flesh, his expression changes.
His breath stutters. His entire body stills.
You know exactly what he’s looking at.
His fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to touch you but doesn’t trust himself. His lips part, a shaky breath slipping through, and then-
Then his eyes glass over.
You watch the moment it hits him, the realization that your body carries proof of everything you went through without him. How you have to live through it everytime you catch a glimpse of your naked self.
The scars are faint now, healed over time, but they’re still there. Marks of the past. Marks of pain. Marks of life and loss. The one you made together but you lost alone.
Carlos presses his lips together, his jaw tightening like he’s trying to stop himself from breaking. But it’s no use.
A tear slips down his cheek and it makes your heart clench.
"Babe," you whisper, reaching for him, but he shakes his head quickly, closing his eyes like he needs a second to pull himself together. And you nod to no one in particular.
Then, very gently, after moments that felt like forever, he touches you.
His hands are warm, calloused, shaking as they trail over your stomach, mapping out the places he never got to hold, the changes he never got to witness. He traces one of the scars with his thumb, his breathing uneven, his shoulders trembling.
“I… I-” His voice cracks. He swallows, blinking rapidly, his thumb pressing slightly firmer against your skin like he’s trying to ground himself. "I should have been there."
You freeze for a second. Of course, he should have been. You remember it like yesterday, when he was on the way to the airport. You called him because it hurt. The hurt was killing you and he dismissed it with a simple,“Please visit the doctor, sweetheart.”
Before he was on the flight while the doctors cut open the baby from your stomach only to find that…
You shake your head. It was too dark, you never want to relive it. Cupping his face, you wipe away a stray tear with your thumb. “You’re here now.” It was pointless to think about it now. You have let that hold you back, too much. You deserved to be more than that.
Carlos lets out a choked breath, half a laugh, half a sob which pulls you back to the present.
He presses his forehead to your stomach gently, lips brushing the scars like a silent apology.
Your fingers thread through his hair. “Do you still want me?” you ask softly. It was heartbreaking to be this vulnerable with him again,“I need to know, Carlos.” Maybe you could have worded that better but the need for physical intimacy was too overwhelming.
His hands squeeze at your waist, as if the idea of letting go physically pains him. "You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted."
You gasp when you realise it, and suddenly, you’re the one who can’t breathe.
You’re pulling him up immediately, guiding him back to you. His lips crash against yours, but there’s still nothing rushed about it, just aching, consuming want.
When you reach for the waistband of his sweats, he lets you. When you push him back onto the mattress, he mutters a ‘yes, please’. When you straddle him, lining up yourself against him with slow, deliberate movements, his breath shudders beneath you.
Carlos is breaking apart beneath your hands, but he lets you put him back together.
His hands grip your hips, but you set the pace: slow, deep. Making sure he feels all of it. The first roll of your hips is met with a broken sound from his lips.
The second, with a whispered, "I love you."
By the third, he’s crying again.
You lean forward, brushing your lips over his, swallowing his shaky breaths. "It’s okay," you whisper. "I’ve got you."
Carlos exhales sharply, fingers digging into your thighs. "You feel so-" He cuts himself off with a strangled sound, his body shuddering beneath you. "I don’t deserve this."
"Maybe." You press your forehead to his. Was that mean? Maybe. But you weren’t gonna hide or lie. Not anymore. "But you have me anyway."
Carlos lets out a cracked geoan, his arms wrapping around you, holding you as close as humanly possible as you move together, slow and steady. You grind against him and he lets you do whatever you want.
When you finally reach the edge, you press your fingers against your swollen clit but Carlos quickly replaces it with his own, pushing up to increase the speed as he takes back some control.
You let go and cry out as his teeth sink to your shoulder, your nails gripping his back, as your back arches. It feels so good that you’re almost sad to have come. The climax ends in contracting your muscles making him shake before he weakly tries to pull you up.
You whine and push down, relieved that he’s still inside you. He groans again, forehead pressed to yours like he never wants to leave but he’s shaking all over,”Baby, I’m gonna-”
"You don’t have to pull out."
Carlos stills.
For a second, you think maybe he didn’t hear you, but then his entire body tenses and you feel his sticky release fill you up.
His eyes snap open, wide and searching, like he’s trying to make sure you’re serious. His lips part slightly, his breathing suddenly uneven.
"What?"
Your fingers slide into his hair, a small, nervous smile tugging at your lips.
"We’re way past worrying about that now."
Carlos doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.
You can feel the exact moment it registers.
His hands tighten on your waist, his breath shaking as his mouth opens like he wants to say something but can’t find the words. His eyes flicker over your face, as if he’s waiting for you to laugh, to tell him this is a joke-
But you just hold his gaze, nodding softly.
“Yeah.”
And that’s when it happens.
Carlos’s hands fly to your hips, and suddenly, he’s flipping you onto your back to regain control as if he just wasn’t having a breakdown. You gasp in shock, his body hovering over you, protective, panicked, completely wrecked.
“Y/N.” His voice is low, almost scolding, but you can hear the shake beneath it. His jaw tightens, eyes darting over your face like he’s checking, searching- like you might disappear if he looks away. "You- are you serious?"
You cup his face, thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones. "Carlos- "
"You should have told me." His voice is raw, laced with fear he’s trying so hard to bury. "You- fuck, cara, you should have told me."
Your breath catches at the way his hands clench into the sheets beside you, at the way his forehead presses to yours, like he’s holding himself back from completely falling apart. THis was also a breakdown, just a mental one this time.
“You know now,” you whisper.
Carlos lets out a shaky exhale, his fingers twitching like he wants to touch you but is afraid to.
“You almost- ” He swallows hard, closing his eyes for a second, as if the memory of what happened last time is too much.
He shakes his head. “No, I'm so fucking sorry for doing this to you. You can’t- I can’t go through that again.”
Your heart clenches. “Carlos- ”
“Y/N,” he breathes, pulling back to look at you fully, his hands framing your face, thumbs brushing over your skin like you’re something delicate, something he’s terrified of breaking. “You don’t understand. I- I nearly lost you."
His voice breaks on the last word.
You inhale sharply.
Carlos’s throat works, his breath heavy and uneven. "I wasn’t there. I didn’t even fucking know- " His eyes squeeze shut, his entire body trembling as he shakes his head, "...and if it happens again- "
"It won’t," you whisper, cupping his jaw.
He exhales a quiet, pained laugh, his eyes snapping open. "We don’t know that."
You pull him closer, pressing your lips to his softly, trying to erase the ghosts he’s drowning in.
Carlos doesn’t kiss you back at first. He’s too stiff, too overwhelmed, his hands still holding your face like he’s checking if you’re real.
Then, you whisper against his lips, "I want this, Carlos."
He lets out a low, strangled sound, like the weight of those words is too much.
“The doctor said it’s all safe,” you say again, voice soft but sure.
Carlos’s jaw tightens. His hands fall to your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin like he needs to feel you, anchor himself in you.
"You- " He stops himself, inhales sharply, then exhales, voice barely steady. “You want this?”
You nod, firmly. Funny how he only focused on that part. “With you? Always.”
Carlos searches your face, like he’s still afraid, like his body is still buzzing with the panic of almost losing you again. But then, his forehead presses back to yours, and he breathes you in- breathes this in- and something shifts.
Something clicks.
His lips brush against yours, soft, hesitant, pleading.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
"You won’t. I want you."
Carlos lets out a slow breath, presses a kiss to your shoulder, then another to your collarbone. His hands move slower now, gentler, as if relearning you, as if making sure you feel every single touch.
And this time, when he pushes inside you again, it's not desperate, it's deliberate.
Carlos moves like he’s memorizing you, like he’s worshiping every inch of you, like he’s trying to replace every painful memory with this.
His lips find yours in the quietest confession, his hands gripping your waist, steadying himself as his forehead presses against yours.
His voice is barely a whisper.
"I love you."
You whimper, nails digging into his back, pulling him closer, deeper.
His lips find your throat, pressing kisses so slow and sweet it makes your chest ache.
Carlos shudders against you, his breath uneven, his arms shaking as he moves with you, not just in you, but with you. You are quick to reach your finish, too overstimulated to take time. Your walls sucking his orgasm out of him.
And when he finally lets go, when his body tenses and his hands clutch you tighter, it’s not panic that follows.
It’s relief. It’s acceptance. It’s home.
Carlos is heavy on top of you, completely boneless as he breathes against your shoulder. His weight is comforting, his warmth all-consuming, and for the first time in what feels like forever…
Everything feels right.
Your fingers move lazily through his hair, nails scraping gently at his scalp. Carlos hums at the sensation, pressing one last, slow kiss against your shoulder before pulling back just enough to look at you.
His eyes are still soft, heavy with emotion, but there’s something else now. A sort of calm that wasn’t there before.
“You’ve ruined everyone for me.” Carlos exhales, lips quivering into a tired smirk.
You make a face, pushing at his chest as if he wasn’t piecing you back together minute by minute. “You’re so dramatic.”
Carlos grins, rolling onto his side, but he doesn’t let you go completely. His hand slides over your stomach, fingers tracing absentminded shapes against your skin.
At least he doesn’t look panicked anymore.
“In this forever now, huh?” he murmurs and your heart stumbles.
You cup his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips, slow and deliberate. “We as in us, Alisa and Oscar?”
“For fuck’s sake, baby,” His eyes flutter shut for a second, like he’s calming himself down, before he exhales.
You bite back a smile, arms wrapping around his neck. “You are a big boy, you can take it.”
“Only for you.” He nips at your bottom lip, grinning when you gasp. "You’re stuck with me now, cariño."
And for the first time in months, you believe it.
For the first time, there’s no uncertainty, no lingering fear that this will fall apart again. Just Carlos, tangled up with you, holding you like he’ll never let go.
It’s perfect. It’s peaceful- your phone suddenly rings and you both groan.
Carlos drops his head onto your chest dramatically. “Ignore it.”
“It could be important.”
“I am important,” he grumbles, voice muffled against your skin as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.
You snort, pushing his head away before reaching over to grab your phone from the nightstand, only for Carlos to groan louder. “C’mon.”
“You’ll live.”
Carlos lazily kisses your shoulder again, completely unbothered as you listen to Lily, until you freeze. His lips pause against your skin, instantly aware of the way your body tenses beneath him.
Your heart is pounding.
Carlos lifts his head, brows furrowing as he watches your eyes dart across the screen.
Then, quietly throws in a,“What’s wrong?”
You swallow hard, blinking at the text message shared with you, lighting up your phone screen.
BREAKING: Alisa speaks out about her relationship with Carlos Sainz.
The world tilts.
Carlos’s jaw clenches. He doesn’t even have to read all of it to know that it’s bullshit, it’s revenge. Revenge for what he did to her but he knows, it’ll hurt you more.
"She gave a statement."
Carlos snatches the phone from your hands, sitting up immediately, he doesn't want you to read this. You watch the way his shoulders lock up, the way his fingers tighten dangerously around the device.
He stares at the screen. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.
And just like that, it’s happening again.
The world, which had just felt steady, just felt right, is crumbling beneath you.
Carlos inhales sharply, shaking his head. "No."
You press a hand to your stomach as you bend over to read the part highlighted, the part making noise, your chest tightening. It was the part you never wanted anyone to know.
No, no, no. Carlos thinks.
It was supposed to be over. It was supposed to be your turn to be happy.
Carlos curses under his breath, throwing the phone onto the bed like it burned him. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before turning to you as you speak.
“Why would she- she… it wasn't a miscarriage-”
You swallow, unable to talk, your fingers fisting the sheets beneath you, your own breathing suddenly uneven.
This isn’t just gossip. It’s your life. This isn’t just drama. It’s your real life.
This is Alisa, with the entire world watching as lies are being spread about your stillborn baby that was ripped from you too soon.
This is your past mistakes, Carlos’s past mistakes, coming back to ruin everything.
Again.
Carlos watches as you struggle to breathe, as your shoulders shake, as your hands tremble against the blankets.
And for the first time in a long time…
You see it in his face.
The same panic you felt when he walked away for that race. The same helplessness he wore when you left.
Like no matter how hard you hold on, the universe is determined to have you fall apart.
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I dunno what it is about reading about the grid hooking up with each other but boy am I HERE for it. It just makes my inner whore very feral and happy lol
Any chance I can request a Charlos x reader with 🔵 and 🔴 :)
“Dry spell? That's such bullshit!”
“It is not! I haven't had sex in months thanks to those two always hanging around me looking at any guy who approaches like they're going to murder him”
Daniel narrowed his eyes at Carlos and Charles, who were over by the bar, arguing over what kind of drink to order for you.
“interesting...”
Warnings: driver!reader, smut (obviously), threesome (obviously), sexual tension?, Daniel being a conniving little shit, tiny bit of angst? Tiny bit of fluff? Anyway Charles Top supremacy
Requested from my prompt list
Charles was your childhood friend and Carlos was your teammate. They were protective of you, that was normal. So were all the other drivers. But unfortunately it was becoming detrimental to your sex life.
“They love you. We all do, you're like an annoying little sister to us, and we would do anything to keep you out of harm's way” Daniel reasoned and you snorted into your drink.
“Right, that doesn't stop any of you from crashing into me every now and then”
He chuckled, noting the two other drivers, still bickering like children in front of a seemingly exasperated bartender.
“Oh please! You know if we caused any damage Charles and Carlos would actually murder us” he scoffed.
“Nah, they're soft at heart”
Daniel hummed as he took a swig of his own drink.
“If you're so concerned about your dry spell, why don't you ask one of them to help you out?” he grinned, biting his lip at the face you were making at him. “Oh come on, we both know neither of them would say no to you”
“I am not having sex with either of them, thank you very much!”
“Who's having sex with who?” George appeared beside you in the booth and you groaned.
“See what you've started! Daniel here thinks I should ask Charles or Carlos to have sex with me.”
George raised an eyebrow at the Australian, then frowned at you. “and the problem with that is...?”
“I am not going to ask them for fuck's sake, they're my closest friends! And besides, I don't mix business and pleasure!”
George scoffed playfully at that and you blushed “You shut your goddamn mouth George William Russell!”
He raised his hands in defense while Daniel laughed. “Didn't say a word!”
You knew Carlos and Charles would probably jump at the chance to have you. But you were happy with the relationship you had with them and you wanted to avoid ruining that by creating any jealousy between them.
“Okay, but if you had to choose one of them to sleep with, who would it be?” George asked, inconspicuously sipping his drink through a straw.
“Uhh...” you hesitated, you had to admit both options were appealing. “I think Carlos? Or... no. Yeah actually definitely Carlos, I can't fuck Charles, I've known him since we were like 5 years old, it would be way too weird”
George hummed and Daniel smirked.
“Okay then, let's make a bet. We'll distract your bodyguards so you can go off and have fun. But if you don't end your dry spell tonight, you have to ask Carlos to end it at a later date” he looked entirely too proud of himself with that idea, and when you looked at George he could barley contain the satisfied smirk adorning his own features.
“A bet?” you looked between them incredulously “What are we in highschool?”
Daniel saw Charles and Carlos finally making their way back through the crowd.
“It’s up to you, but now's your chance to slip away and go get some without them looming over you.”
Fuck it, he was right.
You finished what was left in your glass and slipped out of the booth discreetly, in the opposite direction to where the two were coming from.
Daniel's stupid challenge lurked in the back of your mind. It didn't matter if you didn’t get laid tonight, you were NOT going to ask Carlos...
“Where did she go?” Carlos asked when they got back to the table.
“We got her a drink.” Charles whined, eyes scanning the crowd. “Tequila sunrise, her favourite”
“No.” Carlos growled “her favourite is a Long Island” he sighed and looked at the other two drivers. “This is why we need to find her, to ask her who is right and who knows her better”
George and Daniel exchanged a pointed look, and the latter cleared his throat. “She's gone to have some fun without you two bickering over her”
They scowled at that.
“But she’s not safe on her own-” “We don't bicker over her-”
“She is an adult” George held a finger up, cutting them off “She is capable of making her own decisions and it's not her fault neither of you have the balls to do anything about your obvious feelings for her”
Charles huffed and sat down, and Carlos just put the drinks on the table and stalked off to try and find you in the dense crowd.
You did end up finding a guy.
He seemed nice, was a pretty good dancer, and was staying in a hotel nearby. Unfortunately he wasn't your type at all. Short, pale, blonde and lean.
But he was drunk and gagging for it.
So you went with him anyway, but as soon as you got back to his hotel you realised he was a bit too drunk, and he passed out on the bed as soon as his head hit the pillow.
You snapped a quick picture of the guy and sent it to Daniel with the caption ‘so much for breaking the dry spell 🙄”
...
A few weeks later, you got a podium at your home race.
In a fucking Williams.
Carlos lifted you on his shoulders as the team chanted your name and sprayed you with champagne.
The moment could have lasted forever for all you cared, this was your moment.
You basked in the glory, time speeding up until all you could remember was the taste of champagne and the blurry sea of blue uniforms engulfing you.
Later on, you found yourself once again in a packed club, full of drivers and mechanics winding down after an intense double header.
But this time, you were the guest of honour. Despite Charles being the one to actually win the race, everyone was buying you drinks and congratulating you on your amazing drive.
You were very drunk, and decided to sit down for a bit, which is how you found yourself, once again, sitting in a booth with Daniel Ricciardo, and of course he remembered the text you'd sent him several weeks ago.
“So... still haven't asked Carlos then I'm guessing?” he flashed his signature grin and you groaned, already sick of this conversation.
“You know I haven't, and I'm not planning to. I value our friendship too much”
You were lying to yourself, and Daniel knew it, but before he could say anything else the man himself appeared next to you.
Carlos leaned over the table, grabbed your drink, downed it, and held out his hand to you.
“Come dance with me!”
You didn't really have a say in the matter as he dragged you away and on to the dance floor.
It was packed with people and your bodies were pressed together as the bass of the music made your heart beat faster.
The heat and the alcohol were getting to you, making you quite giddy so you instinctively wrapped your arms around Carlos' neck and grinned at him.
It had been a while since the two of you had danced together in the club, and it made your heart flutter as you remembered what Daniel had said.
Your cheeks heated up, invisible in the club lights, and leaned in closer to whisper/shout in his ear.
“I have something to ask you”
He raised an eyebrow at you in question, eyes twinkling with the flashing club lights.
“What is it hermosa?” his hands tightened slightly where they were positioned on your hips.
“It's really embarrassing” you giggled and he smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Anything you need, I'm here for you”
Your heart swelled at that. You knew Carlos, you knew he would do anything for you.
But before you could say anything another body appeared next to you, a smooth voice cutting through the noise around you.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“Charles!” you slurred excitedly.
You let go of Carlos in favour of jumping into Charles’ arms, you hadn't had a chance to see him all evening.
“Congratulations on the win!” you hugged him tight and he chuckled.
“Congratulations to you! A home podium in a Williams, quite an achievement” he smiled and you blushed at the compliment.
“Bravo Charles!” Carlos clapped the Monegasque on the back, and he had a slight edge to his tone that you couldn't quite place.
“Thanks mate!” he said, flashing his beautiful smile at the older man.
Neither of them knew quite what to add to that riveting interaction, so you all just kind of swayed to the music awkwardly until Carlos spoke up in a rather clipped tone.
“So what was it you wanted to ask me about?” he was speaking to you, but the way he said it sounded like he was talking to Charles, as if he wanted the younger man to take some sort of hint.
Charles didn't though, and your eyes widened as they flitted between the two of them.
“I... uhmm” you stammered, trying to find a way to not tell Charles about what it was you needed.
Weirdly though, it wasn't you who said it.
It was Charles.
“It's okay, I know when I'm not wanted.” Charles waved dismissively. “If you want to fuck Carlos that's none of my business...”
He sounded almost sad as he turned around and made his way back through the crowd in the direction of the bar, your breath caught in your throat as you thought of calling him back over.
Your heart was beating out of your chest. How the fuck did Charles know? Were you really that obvious or did somebody tell h-...
Daniel. That fucker.
Carlos laughed, obviously thinking Charles was joking to diffuse the tension, but quickly stopped when he saw the look on your face.
You were so red even the club lights couldn't mask it, and you were avoiding his eyes.
“What- Is that what you wanted to ask me?” he asked.
You nodded shyly and his jaw dropped.
He got closer to you, crowding your space and hooked finger under your chin to force you to meet his gaze, faces only a few centimeters apart.
“Is this why you've been so tense lately? Have you been needing someone to come and fuck you properly, hmm?”
You whimpered in his hold and he grinned wolfishly before leaning in to kiss you.
The feeling of his lips was heaven.
That's the only way you could have described it.
He was so gentle yet demanding as he used the leverage he had on your jaw to open your mouth to him and he just took whatever he wanted.
Your body went numb and you clung to him, his hands moving down to cup your ass in an effort to get you even closer.
As the beat of the music got heavier, so did your movements, your hips rolling with his to the beat until anyone watching would have qualified it as indecent.
You panted into each others mouths desperately as your clawed at each other's clothes, the tension was becoming unbearable and you needed him more than you'd ever needed anything in your life.
But in the back of your mind you couldn't help thinking there was something you were forgetting.
That was confirmed when Carlos rested his forehead against yours and opened his fucking mouth.
“I'll be honest, I was not expecting this tonight.” He chuckled breathlessly “Daniel told me you were fucking Charles so I assumed I was off limits”
You froze, staring at him, and he quickly realised he might have said something he shouldn't.
“Daniel what?”
He stuttered out something unintelligible but you didn't even hear him as you grabbed his arm and dragged him through the crowd looking for Charles.
As expected, you found him next to the bar, downing shots with Lando who looked rather concerned about the older man’s state.
Just as he handed Charles a glass of water he spotted you and Carlos coming and eyed you suspiciously.
“Charles!” you started, almost stumbling and falling on him in your haste “Did Daniel tell you I wanted to fuck Carlos?!”
Lando’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up, a look of complete bewilderment on his face.
“I'm uh- I'm just gonna...” he pointed somewhere behind him and scarpered, probably for the better.
“What?” Charles said, obviously quite drunk.
“What did Daniel tell you about me and Carlos?”
He frowned angrily.
“He said you were going to fuck Carlos”
You exchanged a look with Carlos.
“And I guess what I saw on the dancefloor confirmed it” he said bitterly.
Everything about his demeanor screamed one thing.
“Are you jealous?” you and Carlos asked at the same time.
Charles looked taken aback at the question.
“Yes? Who wouldn't be? Look at you...”
“I don't understand” your head was spinning “why would Daniel tell Carlos I was fucking you, then?”
Charles frowned in confusion and eyed the booth where you'd been originally sitting with Daniel.
He was now chatting away happily with Max and Lando while you were having a crisis.
You bit your lip in thought.
“We could... prove him right” you said slowly.
The two looked at you weirdly for a second before realising what you meant.
“Come with me”
They didn't protest as you pulled them towards the dancefloor, in an area that was close enough to the booth that Daniel would be able to see you if he looked over.
Once you were in place with Carlos behind you and Charles in front, it was easy to get them to move with you to the beat of whatever was playing.
When your ass accidentally made contact with Carlos' crotch he hissed and his hands flew to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him.
Your head fell onto his shoulder as you moved together, and you looked at Charles through lidded eyes.
The man had a dark look in his eyes as he watched the interaction, and you motioned him over.
“Jealous? Come get me then” you said as seductively as you could given that you had to shout over the music.
It worked on Charles though, and he towered over you, his hands coming to rest around you waist possessively, barely an inch above Carlos' own hands.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his hips hovering close to yours but not yet breaching the barrier of your friendship.
It was then and there that you realised, you never wanted one of them if you couldn't have the other.
You slid your fingers through his belt loops and tugged roughly so that he was finally flush against you.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach. You'd never been this close to Charles despite your many years of friendship and the novelty of the situation was exciting.
As you looked into each other's eyes, your faces got closer and closer.
When his lips brushed yours softly, it was like a fire ignited inside you.
You pulled him in by the back of his neck and he complied with equal fervour, plastering himself against you and whimpering a quiet ‘fuck’ against your lips as he kissed you for the first time.
Carlos’s chest rumbled against your back and you realised he was groaning at the sight, Charles pushing you against him as you made out sloppily.
He quickly glanced over to the booth and the three men were staring at you with wide eyes.
He smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“You got what you wanted. Daniel is staring at us like he’s seen a ghost”
You and Charles separated to breathe and you took the opportunity to look at Daniel, but he quickly looked away and pretended he hadn't seen you.
You couldn't have that.
You kissed just under Charles' jaw, making the man shudder as your lips made their way up his neck and over to his ear and you bit it lightly.
Given your closeness, you could feel his body start to tense up and the crotch of his pants was getting tighter.
You didn't know he had an exhibitionist streak but that was certainly information you were going to use to your advantage.
There was just one last thing you needed to do.
You turned around to face Carlos, pulling him down for a scorching kiss.
When you pulled away, you panted into his ear.
“If we're going to do this, I want you to kiss Charles”
He froze and glanced at the Monegasque behind you then looked back at you questioningly. You lifted a brow and bit your lip.
His eyes followed the movement and he gulped.
“Do it, I dare you”
See, being Charles' oldest friend meant that you knew things about him that no one else did.
Such as the fact that he was very much into men and had salivated over Carlos for years.
And oddly, Carlos didn't need much convincing either as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Charles'.
The kiss started out relatively chaste, both being unsure of how the other would react, but soon enough they were making our filthily over your shoulder.
You slipped out from between them, their bodies naturally coming together as their lips, and their hips, moved in tandem.
You slipped away, back to Daniel’s booth and were proud to see him, Max and Lando with their jaws almost on the table at the sight of Charles and Carlos clutching each other and making out desperately out on the dancefloor.
Carlos's hands framed Charles’s face, pulling him into the kiss, and Charles had one hand fisted into the Spaniard's shirt, the other was tangled in his hair.
You leaned over the table, getting the three drivers' attention.
“Tell me Daniel, what were you trying to achieve here tonight?”
He stared at you, eyes flitting back to the crowd every few seconds as he stuttered out an explanation.
“I- I thought that if I told each of them you were fucking the other something would finally happen... Best case scenario you would muster up the balls to ask one of them, worst case scenario one of them would fuck you out of jealousy”
You nodded condescendingly and glanced back at the two figures now practically humping each other in the middle of the crowd, before answering.
“Well let me suggest a new scenario, I'm going to go and fuck them both.”
You straightened up and brushed yourself off before continuing.
“Have a pleasant evening Daniel. Lando. Max.” You nodded at each of them before swiftly turning on your heel and joining Charles and Carlos again to drag them outside in hopes of catching a cab.
In said cab, the windows were steaming up.
Carlos was knuckle deep in you while you took turns making out with them, and it didn't take long for you to start unraveling at the seams.
But just before you did, Charles took a hold of Carlos' wrist and pulled his hand away, taking his wet fingers into his mouth for a taste of you.
He groaned around Carlos' fingers at your sweet taste and the older man felt like he was on fire at the sight of his ex teammate eagerly sucking on his fingers.
You were writhing between them after being denied your orgasm, and you pawed at Carlos' shirt in an effort to get him to put his fingers back in you..
He chuckled at the sight of you so desperate then turned back to Charles.
“I didn't get to have a taste” he pouted mockingly, and Charles mirrored his mischievous smile as he brought his fingers to your weeping folds and pushed three in, the coldness of his rings sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
And once again, as soon as you started getting close, he took his fingers out and shoved them into Carlos's mouth.
“How's that?” he teased and the older man went nuts at getting to taste you, on Charles' fingers.
Once they were clean he wrapped a hand around Carlos' throat and pulled him in for a filthy, noisy kiss.
God, you were going to have to give the taxi driver a very generous tip.
When the three you finally got to the hotel, you couldn't keep your hands off each other all the way up to your room.
And once inside, you were thrown onto the bed and stripped of your clothes very quickly.
“So greedy...” Charles purred “You couldn't choose just one of us. You needed both...” he unbuckled his pants, shirt already long gone, and his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, hard and leaking. “Well now you're going to have both of us, and we're going to fuck you as many times as we want, right Carlos?”
Carlos nodded eagerly from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, lazily stroking himself as he watched you and Charles.
When Charles' kisses started going south, you beckoned Carlos over and took him in your hand, making him hiss, and guided his cock towards your mouth.
He threaded his hands through your hair as you let your tongue run over his sensitive skin. He tried and failed to keep his hips still, so you took him into your mouth as far as you could go and he choked on a groan as his hands tightened in your hair.
“Fuck- my god your mouth...”
You hummed at the praise and Carlos tensed and threw his head back in an effort to keep himself composed.
Meanwhile Charles had sucked a few marks into your skin and was slowly making his way up the inside of your thigh, making you shiver with anticipation.
He licked a bold stripe up your cunt and one of your hands immediately went to grip his hair between your fingers and pull him closer.
He complied eagerly, slurping up your juices as his tongue alternated between going as deep as it could inside you and circling your sensitive clit relentlessly.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to get to the edge, and when Charles slid two fingers inside you wailed around Carlos' cock as you came, clamping down on Charles and rutting against his face desperately.
Charles looked entirely too cocky as he climbed onto the bed, face covered in your wetness, and crawled over to Carlos.
The two men crashed their lips together in a passionate exchange, Carlos moaning at your taste as Charles took control and invaded the older man's space, pushing him to lay down under him.
“Your turn” Charles panted, and gave him one last peck before making his way down Carlos' body.
“Wha- What are you-?”
He barely managed to get his sentence out before Charles had sucked his tip into his mouth and started sinking down... much further down than you'd managed given Carlos' impressive girth.
Well you knew he liked sex but by god, Charles Leclerc was a whore.
After a few bobs of his head, and a few braincells lost for Carlos, he pulled off with a pop.
“She's going to sit on your face while I open you up, okay Carlos?”
Carlos jolted slightly and his head whipped up to look at the man smirking between his legs, his wide eyes filled with confusion.
“You are what?”
Charles giggled “I'm going to fuck you Carlos.”
Carlos just opened and closed his mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water.
“What?” Charles said condescendingly “Did you think you were going to fuck me?”
“I- I don't know” Carlos admitted.
He wasn't entirely unhappy with that arrangement, but he had to admit, all the times where the sexual tension between them had been at it's peak during their years as teammates, he usually imagined it the other way around.
But he was about to get fucked by Charles Leclerc, and the thought almost overwhelmed him.
“Is that okay with you?”
Carlos head flopped back down onto the bed and he groaned.
“fuck”
You and Charles laughed.
“I'll take that as a yes” Charles gently prised his legs apart and kissed along his inner thighs.
You kneeled next to Carlos' head and smiled at him.
“May I?” you questioned, hand coming to stroke the man's cheek tenderly.
Carlos's eyes were glassy and he nodded quickly, but you tutted and leaned down to press a kiss to his chest.
“Words, Carlos”
“Yes! I want you to sit on my face, please hermosa. I need to taste you” he made grabby hands at your hips.
You smirked at his eagerness and swung a leg over his head, so that you were facing Charles, who was waiting for you to get settled before he let his tongue wander over Carlos' taint teasingly.
Once Carlos had grasped your hips and all but slammed you down on his face, Charles licked over his rim and the older man groaned against your cunt, making you buck your hips against his face involuntarily.
Very soon, Charles was several fingers in, and Carlos’ cock was leaking precum onto his own toned stomach.
Charles made a noise of satisfaction and retracted his fingers, deeming the other man ready for him, and helped your trembling body off, to change position.
You decided to get on all fours, Carlos behind you had no trouble sliding into you and your arms buckled at the stretch, so you were left with your ass up and a face full of pillows as he leaned over you, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders while he prepared himself mentally for Charles to breach him.
And when he did, Carlos let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard, and that served as encouragement to Charles, who pushed in slowly, inch by inch until you all felt like you were going to burst.
You all just breathed for a second, limbs trembling at the sensation of being joined like this, so intimately, with your closest friends.
Maybe this was the end of that friendship, and the beginning of something else, something more.
“Everyone alright?” Charles asked after a minute, and you and Carlos moaned your assent, making the Monegasque giggle.
He pulled out a fraction, then gave an experimental thrust.
Apparently, Carlos was a very noisy bottom, because every time Charles bottomed out inside him his moans increased in pitch.
Well so did yours, but this wasn't about you.
“I'm not going to last long” Carlos groaned, face contorted in pleasure at the new sensation overtaking his body.
You let out a muffled sound into the pillows that sounded like “me neither” and Charles chuckled.
He threaded his fingers through Carlos' hair and pulled, making him arch his back, and pounded into him, the angle perfect to nail his prostate dead on.
The force of his thrusts was enough to make sure Carlos' cock reached the deepest parts of you, knocking against all your good spots.
Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take either of you long to come at all, and you did so together. Carlos filling you up while your walls tightened and milked him for all he was worth.
When Charles pulled out of him, Carlos collapsed next to you, and the sight of you with your back arched, and Carlos' cum dribbling out of you was enough to drive Charles over the edge, fisting his cock and streaking your ass and the backs of your thighs in his own cum.
He swiped a finger through the messy mix of juices and brought it to his lips, savouring it while winking at Carlos.
The older man was staring at him with an open mouth, so Charles took that as an invitation to collect some more on his fingers and shove them between Carlos's lips, mirroring his actions from the taxi earlier.
“Jesus Christ”
You'd turned your head to see what on earth was happening, you saw Carlos' eyes roll back into his skull as Charles pressed down on his tongue to make him gag slightly.
You'd always imagined Carlos to be pretty dominant, but Charles was turning him into a lap dog before your very eyes.
“Now then” Charles snapped “are you going to clean her up while I fuck you again?”
Carlos whined and nodded, shimmying down the bed until he was level with your dripping thighs, licking a stripe up the back of one.
“Good boy” Charles purred, positioning himself back over the other man, lining himself up and leaning in close to whisper into his ear.
“And this time, I’m going to fill you up, Carlos”
Needless to say, it was a long ass night, and the fun was only just beginning.
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CARLOS SAINZ - requests open
- A Little Homage, A Little Obsessed (coming soon) (★✦)
LANDO NORRIS - requests open
-nothing is here at the moment…
OSCAR PIASTRI - requests open
-nothing is here at the moment…
CHARLES LECLERC - requests open
-nothing is here at the moment…
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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 eveninggstar
my graphic designer friend help make this for me because I asked nicely ᡣ
pairing: oscar piastri x fewtrell!reader, lando norris x fewtrell!reader
summary: lando is one of your closest friends… until he sleeps with you and ghosts you.
warnings: SMAU (no written parts), swearing, mature themes, alcohol consumption (blacking out + mentions of throwing up), use of y/n
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a/n: here's my first ever smau and the first fanfic i've ever published on tumblr lol <3 hope you like it!
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user LANDO JPG IS SO BACK
user he finally remembered his password!!!
user who's that girl omg
user magui probably lol
user no it's y/n!! check her post, she has the same jacket
user I'm just so happy he finally posted
user y/n's so cute
user i love their friendship so much
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ynfewtrell i can't ski for dear life but at least i drank three gallons of bombardino (life is good)
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maxfewtrell They should ban you from skiing
ynfewtrell i only crashed into you twice?
maxfewtrell Tell that to the huge bruise on my left thigh
pietra.pilao Bombardino breaks my favorite 🤍
user save me skiing y/n
user icon behaviour actually
magui_corceiro ❤️🔥
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ynfewtrell lazy morning
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gigihart noo don't suffer you're so sexy aha x
ynfewtrell IF U DON'T STOP SPOILING MY SURPRISE
maxfewtrell Why are you being naked on my front page?
ynfewtrell look away!
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girlfriend reveal // mv1 smau
description: norris!reader x mv1
y/d/n = your daughter’s name
a/n: all pics from pinterest, i don’t own any. here’s a smau for my inactivity. i feel some motivation coming back so keep an eye out for some posts!
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ynnorris: happy moments in spain 🇪🇸
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landonorris: how dare you not even put your favourite brother in this dump
user1: lando in the bucket hat on the last slide 😇
↳ user2: lando posted earlier today that he was in the uk…
↳ user3: WHO’S IN THE LAST SLIDE YN?!
user4: cutest mum ever!
danielricciardo: i miss my fav norris and niece. im sure she misses her fav uncle
↳ landonorris: im right here…
↳ charles_leclerc: YOU’RE HER FAVOURITE UNCLE? 🤣🤣🤣
↳ carlossainz55: yn’s in spain so clearly im the favourite
↳ oscarpiastri: Nah, it’s me
↳ ynnorris: none of you (besides lando) have any relation to me… you claimed yourselves to be y/d/n’s uncles
↳ landonorris: that means im the favourite uncle 😁
↳ ynnorris: no.
user5: anyone else wondering who’s in the second pic?
↳ user6: yes, prob her kids dad though
↳ user7: idk why she keeps y/d/n’s dad so private and secretive
↳ user8: im going crazy trying to figure out who that is
↳ landonorris: mwahahahaha 😈
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landonorris: summer break has been summer breaking (im the fav AND ONLY uncle)
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ynnorris: awww you have matching necklaces with your boyfriends, that’s so cute! how dare you not include me in this photo dump.
↳ landonorris: get out of my comment section!!
↳ maxverstappen1: Matching necklaces are in now
ynnorris: now why is my daughter behind the wheel of a car…
↳ landonorris: fake news.
user9: UNCLE LANDO
user10: he will be the best dad one day
↳ ynnorris: please god no.
user11: i love how lando put his niece in his photo dump but not his own sister
↳ user12: he’s a comedian rlly
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landonorris: sister got mad for not being included in the photo dump so here is my big sister and my big sister only!
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ynnorris: lando. when i catch you lando.
maxverstappen1: yn supremacy!
↳ user13: now what is this.
↳ user14: are we interrupting something?
danielricciardo: those were NOT your cheezits…
↳ ynnorris: im so (not) sorry, y/d/n made me
↳ danielricciardo: nuh uh. don’t you dare pin this on my sweet little angel baby of a niece
↳ landonorris: she’s half norris and half [redacted], don’t put it past her
↳ user15: don’t be shy lando. tell us who the father is
↳ user16: win incoming if you tell us who y/d/n’s dad is
↳ user17: WHO IS YN’S BABY DADDY LANDO NORRIS
user18: the minion toy in the pocket has me dying
user19: we want uncle lando back! even though brother lando is cute too
user20: lando is such a younger brother for posting these pics
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maxverstappen1: Summer break ✅. Up next Zandvoort!
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user21: MAX VERSTAPPEN SOFT LAUNCHING?!
↳ user22: i used to pray for times like these
danielricciardo: okay mr verstappen, i was unfamiliar with your game
↳ maxverstappen1: You have been very familiar with my game
↳ ynnorris: pause. 😧
↳ danielricciardo: hate us cuz you ain’t us 🤷♂️
landonorris: no pic credits for the second pic?
↳ maxverstappen1: I have been paid by yn to not give pic credits for people who post bad photos of her
↳ landonorris: traitor
user23: what is it finna play? WOAH
user24: how did we go from cute stingrays to a soft launch
user25: girlfriend reveal now!
user26: walk with me people… yn posts a pic at an aquarium with someone holding y/d/n… max posts a pic of stingrays which are found… at an aquarium
↳ user27: tons of the drivers take y/d/n places with yn, don’t make it weird
user28: max ‘soft launch’ verstappen
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ynnorris: started zandvoort a mclaren fan, finished zandvoort a red bull fan because i only support winners!
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user28: the caption has me dying
landonorris: too close to home
↳ ynnorris: win next time then
↳ landonorris: at least y/d/n is still a fan of mclaren
↳ maxverstappen1: Is she though?
↳ redbullracing: is she really?
mclaren: im hurt yn.
↳ ynnorris: it wasn’t you admin, it was me.
oscarpiastri: ouch.
↳ ynnorris: if i ever say i dislike mclaren, never am i talking about you! team 81 all the way
↳ landonorris: wow. i post 3 bad photos of you and now im hated
↳ oscarpiastri: 🙂 thx yn
redbullracing: ❤️💙
user29: uncle lando!!
user30: never wrong yn ✍️
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maxverstappen1: Heard people say I should do a girlfriend reveal and I would love to! I can’t do that anymore and haven’t been able to for a few years now but I offer a wife and daughter reveal ❤️
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landonorris: FINALLY I DONT HAVE TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT
↳ danielricciardo: real.
↳ carlossainz55: real.
↳ charles_leclerc: real.
↳ oscarpiastri: real.
↳ schecoperez: real.
↳ mclaren: real.
↳ redbullracing: real.
ynnorris: best dad on earth
↳ maxverstappen1: Best mum on earth
ynnorris: been a long time coming now
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ynnorris: heard we were hard launching?
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user31: my brain hurts
user32: bro what.
user33: didn’t see this coming
maxverstappen1: My girls ❤️
↳ ynnorris: baby no. 2 when? 🤔
↳ landonorris: threw up in my mouth a little
landonorris: now you can show your love on the internet and not in front of me
↳ ynnorris: never!
↳ maxverstappen1: Never!
↳ user34: poor lando
user35: they’re so cute 😭
user36: dad max?!
redbullracing: so when is little miss y/d/n taking over the red bull legacy?
↳ ynnorris: nope.
↳ maxverstappen1: Have to agree with the mrs. 🙃 (when she can reach the pedals of a kart)
↳ ynnorris: you’re so funny!! 😐😐
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max verstappen
teacher’s pet
babysitter duty
play date
pen pals
study bug
college
teddy bear
into the arms of another part two part three part four
worlds biggest fan part two
behind the camera
we don’t play about halloween
passion for fashion
bite the hand
charles leclerc
big reputation | part two
home ties
all is fair in love and war
birthday wishes
the student life part one / part two
love languages
motormouth
cat mom
author
big girls do(n’t) cry
tight knit
friendship bracelets
you and me got a whole lotta history
angel baby, devil child
undercover verstappen
nonsense… or is it? | a very nonsense christmas
oscar piastri
rookie love
a spoonful of sugar
cherry lip balm
i am the rockstar, girlfriend
witchy business
peas in a pod
southern charm
kiss it better
nothing good ever happens at the work christmas party
daniel ricciardo
ric number three
cooking up a storm
rockstar
wedding bells
big apple lovin’
ultimate wing man
i don’t wanna be funny anymore
lewis hamilton
raw chemistry
doggy day care
get the bag
top secret
signed up for life
spice up your life
sebastian vettel
racing royalty
family ties
pierre gasly
we never go out of style
final(ly) girl
mick schumacher
summer breaking
opposites attract
lando norris
lonely hearts club
suck up
team bonding
best friends 4 ever
frost bitten
dj got us falling in love
big time rush
loving on a sunday
head in the clouds
reluctant cupid
bad blood (lando’s version)
ballad of lovebirds and puppy dogs
just add water
george russell
george russell’s the type of guy
first impressions matter
esteban ocon
always the ones you least expect
carlos sainz
journalist
old money
are you going to be my girl?
toto wolff
falling for you
alex albon
nine lives
careful what you wish for
yuki tsunoda
guess who?
logan sargeant
pick of the crop
lance stroll
brother’s best friend
mamma mia
mamma mia
no more ace to play
honey, honey
age of no regret
a wonderful thing
a very mamma mia christmas
if you need me, let me know, gonna be around
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PUPPY LOVE ★ CS55
PAIRING ✦ carlos sainz x fem!dog sitter!reader SUMMARY ✦ you work as a dog sitter, and you somehow wind up dog-sitting for a f1 driver. [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ✦ cursing
NOTES ✦ reader lives in spain & can speak spanish, but isn't originally from spain ( you can decide where! ) i'm not a native spanish speaker, so please correct me if there are some inconsistencies! i know the dog i used for piñon isn't exactly accurate but please just pretend they look the same!! the fc i've used is christina nadin, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)
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yourusername i loveee my job 🐕💗
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yourbsf i think you love the dogs more than you love me
yourusername you'd be right about that ❤️
yourbsf mi mejor amigaaaa!! ( my best friend )
yourusername te amoooo💗 ( i love you )
user1 millie loveddd you! i'd love for you to sit for me again!
yourusername awww i loved millie too! thank you so so muchh 💗
carlossainz55
( caption: need a dog sitter! please reply with recommendations. must be located in Spain & can look after Piñon for just over a week )
yourbsf holaaa! my best friend is a dog sitter, and i'm sure she'd be happy to look after Piñon for you!
carlossainz55 That would be great! Could i have her instagram?
yourbsf sorry still in shock you actually replied LOL, it's @ yourusername!
carlossainz55 Muchas gracias!! ( thank you very much )
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yourusername i look after a lot of dogs, but you will forever be my top bitch ( pun very much intended ) feliz cumpleaños daisy!! mami te quiere mucho 💗 ( happy birthday daisy!! mommy loves you very much )
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yourbsf FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS DAISYYY!!
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carlossainz55 Daisy es muyyy linda ❤️ ( daisy is veryyy cute )
yourusername siiii!! ( yessss!! )
user2 OMG CARLOS??
user3 SIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
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carlossainz55 Hey this is y/n, right?
yourusername NO WAY THEEE CARLOS SAINZ IS DMING ME
but yes it is :) anything i can help you with?
carlossainz55 Your friend mentioned that you were a dog sitter?
@/yourbsf
yourusername yeah i am a dog sitter!! did you need someone to look after ur dog?
carlossainz55 Yeah I did, actually!
I was wondering if you could look after my dog Piñon for the week? I’m going to be away, and my parents are away so they can't look after him right now
yourusername OH MY GOD YES
i'm so sorry that reaction was so out of character 😭😭 but yes i'd love to look after him!
carlossainz55 Muchas gracias! I'll message you further details later if that's alright?
yourusername ningún problema! yeah that's fine with me! :) ( no problem! )
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carlossainz55
( caption: Missing you already Piñon!! ❤️ )
yourusername
( caption: new best friend unlocked 🔓 )
carlossainz55 Umm he's actually my best friend??
yourusername nuh uh i've claimed him while you're away ❤️❤️
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yourusername my latest charge is wayyy too cute 💗
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yourbsf can’t pick who’s cuter: you or piñon
yourusername we both know it’s piñon ❤️❤️
user4 wait who is sheee??
user5 carlos is in her likes!! i’m pretty sure that’s piñon she’s dog sitting ❤️
user6 whoever she is she is stunninggg!!
carlossainz55 Good to see that you’re looking after Piñon!
yourusername geniallll!! ( brilliantttt!! )
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yourusername life recently 🪩
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user12 she is literally a goddessss!!
yourusername aw thank you baby!!
user13 y/n why do you look so angry in the first photo HELP
yourusername can’t remember but i think @/yourbsf had stolen some of my soft serve :(
user14 does she speak spanish??
yourusername when i was younger i moved to spain, so i can speak spanish fairly well!
user14 omg i can speak spanish asw!! eres tan bonita por cierto 💕 ( you are so pretty by the way )
yourusername muchas gracias!! 💗💗
user15 no daisy?? ☹️
yourusername daisy content will be returning, i promise!!
carlossainz55 ❤️
yourusername 💗💗
user16 stop theyre sooo cute i can’t handle it
yourbsf that pasta was so delicioussss
yourusername siii!!
user17 her replying to pretty much all of the comments is the cutest thing everrr she’s such a sweetheart
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carlossainz55 Training almost over 🤝
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charlesleclerc new season about to start 🏎️
carlossainz55 Yess 👊
scuderiaferrari exciting times ahead!
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user18 woweeee
user19 hand in marriage yes or yes??
user20 i’m waiting for y/n’s comment
user21 sameee!!
yourusername that viewwww 💗
carlossainz55 The mountains or me??
yourusername don’t flatter urself hon 😊
user20 @/user21 HERE THEY ARE
user21 THEIR DYNAMICCC UGH
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yourusername last day w piñon ☹️💗 ft daisy!!
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user22 DAISY'S BACKKKK
user23 amamos a daisyyy!! ( we love daisyyy!! )
yourusername siii!! 💗
user24 ella es tan perfecta 💞 ( she is so perfect )
yourusername no tuuuuu 💗 ( no youuuu )
carlossainz55 Only one more day!❤️
yourusername ur saying that like it's a good thing :((
carlossainz55 You can always come and visit him!
user25 dont ask me why but i just KNOW she smells like vanilla
yourusername no stopp that's literally my perfume scent asw
user25 NO WAYYY LOOLLL
user26 @/carlossainz55 you taking notes??
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yourusername PIÑONNN!! ¡daisy y yo hemos pasado el mejor momento contigo esta semana! te amoooo 💗💗 ( daisy and i had the best time with you this week! i love you )
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user31 NO MORE Y/N AND PIÑON CONTENT NOOOO
yourusername ☹️☹️
user32 okay but surely this isn't the end of carlos and y/n...right?? RIGHT??
user33 no it acc can't be i'll never stop crying.
carlossainz55 Thanks again for looking after Piñon!! ❤️
yourusername ofccc!! you WILL let me visit him or else 😁
yourbsf okay but ur cute.
yourusername you're cuterrrr
user34 guysss this isn't the end i'm so sure they'll still be interacting w each other!!
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yourusername night away from the dogs 🌃
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user35 CARLOS CAN YOU FIGHT.
user36 hand in marriage?? 💍
yourusername betttt!! 💗
yourbsf MY BEST FRIEND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
yourusername TE AMOOOO
carlossainz55 ❤️❤️
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user37 SO WE ALL SAW CARLOS' COMMENT??
user38 TWO WEEKS ON AND HE'S BACK AGAIN
user39 idc they're too cute
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yourusername 📍bahrain 💗
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user45 THE FERRARI MERCH SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING
user46 she's soo soft i love her
yourusername 💗💗
user47 SO IT'S BASICALLY CONFIRMED NOW
user48 the press have literally basically confirmed it for them, we're all just waiting until they say it themselves
yourbsf my best frienddddd 😁😁
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carlossainz55 Red suits you ❤️
user49 HURRY UP AND ANNOUNCE IT PLEASE.
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carlossainz55 🏆 P3!! Great start to the season, and no one else I'd rather start it with ❤️
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user50 EVERYONE STAY CALM THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING.
user51 BRB CURRENTLY SCREAMING
user53 PODIUM FINISH & HARD LAUNCH?? SOOO HAPPY RN.
user54 CARLOS SAINZZZZ ❤️❤️
yourusername 💗💗
carlossainz55 ❤️
user55 THE WAY SHE USES 💗 AND HE USES ❤️ MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THIS
charlesleclerc about time 🙌❤️
user56 HA CHARLES IS A REAL ONE
user57 officially my favorite couple on the grid.
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yourusername forza ferrari 💗
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user58 hey alexa, play lover by taylor swift
yourusername omg i love taylor 💗💗
user59 if carlos ever fumbles you pls hit my line
yourusername @/carlossainz55 you've been warned!!
user60 POWER COUPLE ALERT
user61 she's actually so perfect it's scary
yourbsf FINALLY. I'VE BEEN WAITING.
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user62 KILL ME NOW THEY ARE ADORABLE.
user63 the way she still likes all of the comments actually has me crying why is she the cutest.
carlossainz55 siempre ❤️ ( always )
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ATLA / TLOK RECS .ᐟ
𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ZUKO OF THE FIRE NATION
ᥫ᭡ everything happens for a reason
as a servant in the fire nation, you’ve learned that life is often unfair. but as you venture through a tumultuous relationship with a certain prince, you come to realize a very tricky lesson: everything happens for a reason.
ᥫ᭡ emerald flames
you’d been told you were lucky enough to be born in the fire nation and, more than that, lucky to be a bender. not by your parents, no, they’d instilled their sense of outrage and indignation right into you as soon as you were old enough to understand. only by teachers, school friends, and the odd family link were you condescendingly told to be grateful for your ability, and you'd put an end to that quickly enough.
in your mind, it was simple: you'd just stop bending. that way, no one in this wretched, impudent country would know, which meant no one could report about your wretched, impudent fortune, which, by extension, also meant that no one could have you fight in some wretched, impudent war.
and it worked... for a little while.
incidentally, fire prince zuko has some awfully quiet footsteps.
ᥫ᭡ your favorite worst nightmare
a skilled and intelligent bounty hunter with a mysterious past gets hired to finally hunt down and kill the avatar. but, instead of finding who she is looking for, she finds a stranger injured in the woods. this nomad, however, is not exactly the earth kingdom refugee he makes out to be.
ᥫ᭡ avatar: the last airbender
in hunting down the thieves that took the waterbending scroll from Y/N’s home, the north pole, she finds the avatar and his friends. travelling with them to return to the north pole, she goes on many adventures and decides she wants to stay with them and help them defeat the fire lord.
ᥫ᭡ where the sparks were cold
you are born and raised in the capital city of the northern water tribe, to an upper class family that allows a little bending of the rules. always a rebellious and fierce spirit, you've had a hard time growing up with the strict ideals your tribe has for girls.
luckily, things change for the better with the arrival of a legendary child monk and two of his friends. you discover you may have a way out of the life that strangles you and a chance to help change the world.
and along the way, you meet a certain exiled prince who makes your heart race, and helps you understand what it means to play with fire.
ᥫ᭡ she chose well
in times of war, fear runs wild and panic is quick to grip the hearts of individuals that let it. these are times when mothers turn against daughters, neighbors against neighbors, and entire nations are not privy to collapsing at the hands of terror.
and what better distraction to have than a dancer and her pet monkey?
ᥫ᭡ guidance
zuko finds a woman in the forest, she’s ready to help him and guide him through life. because she shares empathy with him about being not wanted.
ᥫ᭡ burning love
you’re a female thief, enemy of the fire nation, and partially on friendly terms with the earth kingdom. well, that is, until you teamed up with the former prince zuko, son of fire lord ozai. after seeing that he had split up from his uncle, you decided to join him on his journey to ba sing se, and a little romance forms during the trip.
ᥫ᭡ the unpredictable fire queen
fire lord zuko needed a wife, fast. you were the least tolerable of the bunch, so why not? he just didn't know what he was setting himself up for...
ᥫ᭡ rotations
Y/N grew up as a wealthy aristocrat. in this fic, Y/N realizes the negative affects her home has had on people all over the world. but she has a big decision to make: will she remain loyal to the one person she’s ever loved, or will she give up everything to do what’s right?
ᥫ᭡ best kind of medicine
all you wanted was for zuko to take better care of himself.
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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ SOKKA OF THE S. WATER TRIBE
ᥫ᭡ beneath the moon
Y/N never felt like she belonged in her home nation. after losing the most important person to her, she has to cope with the incident while also trying to figure out what her purpose in life is.
ᥫ᭡ secrets told in darkness
you and sokka get split up from the rest of the group after a sudden attack from the fire nation. staying overnight in a cave with him gives you plenty of time to discuss some disclosed feelings.
ᥫ᭡ councilman sokka
councilman sokka and Y/N L/N have been friends for a long time, even as they got their dream jobs in the republic. but then sokka realized that maybe friends wasn't enough for him. with his new feelings coming into play and an underground swimming pool, sokka knew he wasn't reading this wrong.
he was sure she liked him, too.
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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ BOLIN & MAKO OF THE UNITED REPUBLIC
ᥫ᭡ reminiscence
Y/N shows up on mako’s doorstep with no memories of her past. the new team avatar knows exactly who she is, and not everyone is happy about having her back in republic city. plagued by questions, Y/N is desperate to find out what her past is, how she’s connected to team avatar, and why someone would take her memories away in the first place.
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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ IROH II OF THE FIRE NATION
ᥫ᭡ the unpredictable fire adventures
he was supposed to be the fire nation’s prince. you were supposed to be the fire nation’s top student. having never spoken before, you two end up on an adventure that neither of you planned. but he’s stuck with you, and you’re stuck with him on an adventure that's completely unpredictable.
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A C C E S S G R A N T E D. . .
ultr4vjolence © 2022 .ᐟ
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A 22 year old girl, fan of stackiemight write some fanfictions (marvel, chicago pd, chicago fire, chicago med), short angsty essays about life, update on my journey towards a better mental and physical heatlh. drop questions! fandom related or just you want to talk to somebody.
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