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Good morning beautiful people!!Happy Saturday☕️😘

Καλημέρα σας φιλοι μου καλοί!!

27-04-24

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What kind of daddy/daughter activities do Bee and Bucky get into?

Bucky loves spending time with his daughter.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bee.

AN: Part of the Bumblebee series.

->Lunch dates

Lunch dates are her favorites. They go at least once or twice a week.

They have a standing reservation at one of Bucky's restaurants.

They have a reserved booth near the back, the table stocked with crayons and coloring books in anticipation of her arrival.

She absolutely loves it when the waiter turns pouring her juice into a wine glass into a grand production (it's actually a plastic cup but no one is going to tell her that). She pretends to study the menu even though she can't read most of it yet. No matter what she gets, Bucky always orders an extra dish so he can try to get her to sample new foods.

Before their lunch date today.

Bucky glances down at his daughter, listening as she happily chats about her upcoming plans after lunch. She's been patiently waiting in his office all morning for him to finish up a few meetings.

Now it's time for lunch, he's been looking forward to this time with her.

Steve, also on his way out to interview Frankie's sister for a newly opened position at his club, accompanies Bucky and Bee to their car.

"And I'm taking Papa to Matteo's and getting him pelmeni," she informs Steve as she swings Bucky's arm back and forth, her hand in his. "And I wants 'sagna Papa. It's so yummy."

It doesn't matter that it's not on the menu, he loves this little girl more than life itself and if she wants lasagna, she's getting lasagna.

Bee continues, grinning at her uncle. "And no veggies cause my Tataie says I don't needs anymore."

Bucky shakes his head, he overheard his grandfather yesterday reassuring Bee that she could do whatever she wanted. "Is that so?"

"Yeah cause—cause I a big girl now. Tataie says so."

The enclosed glass bridge connecting his building to the garage gets closer. Bucky slows his steps, gesturing to the sloped walkway. "Does that mean you want to walk by yourself today?"

Bee peers at the bridge with disdain.

"No," she decides without hesitation, lifting her arms up. "Tank you."

After she's picked up, Bee goes back to her original conversation, now offering to get Steve food. She's unaware of how protected she is, never noticing the way her bodyguards and Steve subtly adjust their positions in one cohesive movement that shields her from view.

"I can gets you dis many pelmeni if you wants." Bee offers, her chin on Bucky's shoulder, eyes gazing up at Steve, holding up three little fingers. "And some peas cause my Tataie says you and Papa has to eat all the veggies. But not me."

"Why do I have to eat them?" Steve asks with a faux offended tone.

Bee shrugs. "Cause my Tataie says."

Steve flicks one of her ponytails. "Well your Tataie can—"

"Steve," Bucky interjects with a raised brow, his eyes cutting towards him with a quiet warning.

Steve laughs it off before telling Bee that her beloved great-grandpa is wrong. Insulted, Bee leans back and heaves out an appalled gasp—and Bucky knows he's about to spend the rest of the day listening to his best friend and baby playfully bicker over who has to eat carrots and broccoli for lunch.

->Playground trips

After lunch, Bucky takes her to a playground near their home so she can burn off her excess energy before heading home.

Ever since the Frankie incident, he's been wary of bringing his sweet baby back to that place.

Even though you insisted that Frankie showing up to play with Bee wasn't an 'incident' and a 'betrayal', he decided to have a small playground installed in the backyard. It includes a gorgeous custom made swing set and slide that match her outdoor playhouse.

You still laugh whenever you think about the disgruntled, aggrieved expression on his face when he went to take Bee outside to play and Frankie was there waiting for them, beaming up at the mobster as he thanked Bucky for letting him play with them.

->Tea parties

Bucky is the honored prince invited to have tea with Bee and Mr. Tato. He's never missed one of her parties. You never missed a chance to get a pic of him in his crown. The tea parties are Bee's versions of a business meeting. She has serious matters to discuss. Last week, he gave her advice on how to defeat the dragons lurking around the art studio, this week she picked the color scheme for his new office. They share their newest secrets over apple juice and snacks. The party usually ends up with a cupcake-drunk Bee napping on Bucky.

->Business deals & meetings

Bee has sat in on more mafia related meetings than most adults. Bucky usually has her tucked away so she's close enough for him to keep an eye on without anyone knowing she's there. She has a miniature pink recliner that she lounges on along with an array of juices, coloring books, headphones and her iPad to keep her entertained.

When it's a meeting with trusted associates, Bee gets to sit on his desk and listen in. Her face lights up every time Bucky asks her opinion. She takes her responsibilities seriously and will consult Mr. Tato before responding which the mobsters find hilarious.

->Shopping

Bucky will have the stores shut down for however long he wants so they can shop without having to rush. She pulls him around the store, introducing him to all of Mr. Tato's friends. Bee is currently into Bluey & Elmo and has been amassing an impressive collection of items from their shows.

There's something so cute and sweet about watching a six foot something Bucky, dressed in a tailored suit, being led around the store by his toddler in her favorite bear onesie or ballerina outfit.

->Classic Cars

One of his hobbies is restoring his classic cars and Bee will lay across the front seat or on his work table, pretending to read the owner's manual to Mr. Tato, while Bucky works on the engine.

She loves holding the flashlight for him when he's under the car. And he's never made her feel bad for all the times that she's dropped it on him.

->Bedtime stories/reading

Bucky has been reading bedtime stories with her since the day she came home from the hospital. If he's working late, he'll FaceTime Bee so he can finish whatever story they're currently on.

Sometimes you'll find the two of them in the sunroom, Bucky reading to Bee and Mr. Tato before her nap. Depending on the time and weather, he'll take her to the terrace and they'll read under the stars.

Although right now, they're making up their own story, it's nonsensical, they don't remember how it started, new characters appear out of nowhere and Bucky's managed to slip in a plot line from The Godfather. They look forward to it every night.

->Mini carnivals in the fall & spring

Bucky has always said that his baby doesn't have to wait in line. And there are no lines when he brings the carnivals and festivals to her. He can have the backyard transformed into a mini Disneyland overnight. All the games are rigged in her favor and she gets to meet her favorite characters. When she gets older, he's going to take her to nearby amusement parks. For now, he likes the personalized set up he's created for her.

No matter what they do, the best part of the day for her is all the time she gets to spend with her Papa just having fun. Bucky is looking forward to their first father-daughter dance, her recitals, discovering new books, teaching her to ride a bike and more.

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Please tell me it's not just me listening to this and imagining a mob!bucky scenario-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS MAN ALREADY AAAAAAA

I loved the song! I hope you like this!

summary - bucky is afraid of commitment, but you seemed to slither through the cracks

warning - angst

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

Bucky gulped, watching you dance around the kitchen as you prepared breakfast. He could feel himself falling for you, but he didn’t want to fall for you. He couldn’t wait for love to destroy you, but he didn’t want to ask for his heart back. Bucky didn’t want to make you cry. You’re a doll. You are flawless. 

You turned around and smiled, and he could feel his heart nearly pounding out of his chest at how beautiful you looked. “I was thinking of going shopping after breakfast. Would you like to join me?” You pour coffee into his awaiting mug, and Bucky stares up at you.

He clears his throat, “maybe not today. I have some work to do.” He felt his heart squeeze in his chest at the slight sadness that appeared in your eyes before it disappeared and was replaced by a smile. You nod and return to the food, preparing it as he watches you. Bucky couldn’t let himself get too close to you. What if you took his heart and crushed it?

You nearly broke Bucky’s heart today, not because you left but because of what you said. He was sitting in his office, desperately trying to work, but the sound of your soft voice filling the house distracted him. He looked up when you walked in, your eyes wide full of so much loneliness and sadness. 

You slowly walked closer to him, placing a coffee on his desk. His bright baby blues stare up at you, falling in love all over again. You’re a doll. You are flawless. He felt his heart squeeze when you spoke. “You’d better not leave me.” He knew he couldn’t ask for his heart back because it was rightfully yours.

Bucky gulped and offered you a tight smile.

Bucky knew he was in too deep, and he fell hard. Today one of his enemies found you. Bucky felt horrible. He felt sick. You had asked him to go shopping with you today, buy some Christmas presents for the ones you love, but he felt stupid, he told you not today, that he had work to do.

You’re a doll. You are flawless, even with your blood-painted face and the spots of bruises on your body. When Bucky found out you were taken, he raised hell and brought it to the city. Making sure no one would rest until you were found. He walked into the room you were held in, covered in other men’s blood. He felt broken, and Bucky held you so tight that night that he even shed a few tears.

And you whispered to him. 

“You’re enough for me. I’m in love with you.

The words lingered in his mind, ‘She’s enough for me. She’s in love with me.'

Oh, that night, he let his walls down. He pressed his dried lips on your forehead before he whispered back to you. “You’re my doll, and you are flawless.”

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Your Hands On Me

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your arranged marriage had simple rules: in sickness and in health, til death do you part and... uh, don't come home late?

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: depictions of mob related violence, Bucky being a simp, husband!Bucky (pls it’s the hottest thing ever), explicit sexy times, sexy asphyxiation, marital bickering lol

18+ ONLY! IF YOU ARE A MINOR, KINDLY EXIT STAGE LEFT! DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: This is a follow up to our mob arranged marriage au, When Your Kisses Climb and Put My Mind At Ease, aka the chaotic life and times of Mr. & Mrs. Barnes lol I love these two idiots so much. Thanks for tuning in! As always feedback is appreciated. Not beta'd but enjoy~

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You tap your phone again to check the time.

The tip of your ears tingle as you stare at the numbers. Two hours. Bucky is two hours late.

The worse part were the unread text messages. His last reply was an of course, my love after you asked him to stop by the sommelier for the wine you wanted re-stocked. And then you asked him ten minutes before seven o’clock if he was near the house so you could start setting up the table for dinner. No response. Not even a confirmation that he read the text.

That bastard.

You dial his number again as you blow out the candles you lined up on various shelves and some that were placed on the floor of your bedroom. You had painstakingly arranged red, pink, and white candles to set some mood lighting for the night. Not that you ever needed to curate an atmosphere of sensuality, you and your husband of convenience never had a problem getting into the mood. Bucky was perpetually hard with just the thought of you and you instantaneously get turned on just by his touch. The candles were there because you saw it in an old movie where a maiden was abducted by an evil lord of a manor; it was cosplay, really.

You growl at your phone when it tells you his number was unavailable and prompting you to leave a voicemail. “James Buchanan Botezatû Gheorghescu Barnes! You better have one hell of a good reason why your phone is off and cannot be reached for the last two hours or I swear to your beloved Mercedes-Benz 300SL that—urgh! You better be home by midnight or you can forget coming back!”

You hang up and toss the phone on your shared bed, crossing your arms as you fume. This kind of behavior was new from him and your eye twitches at all the possible scenarios that could be. If he was out there somewhere with a floosy on his lap, or on his dick? He would be able to experience your freshly sharpened kitchen knives.

“He should’ve just married that stupid car and left me at peace. Save us both the headache!”

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Bucky was going to die.

Bucky never thought much about dying. When he was younger death seemed like such a foreign concept even when he saw it constantly but only viewed it as something that happened to the dumb and weak ones within his father’s organization. Through his years of observing the business and the men who were part of it, Bucky had concluded that death claims people who, one, over consume drugs and/or alcohol; two, act and react using their ego; and three, the deadliest of them all, getting involved with women.

Women had been the bane of his father’s existence and that was why he had three younger half-sisters from three different women. Bucky’s own mother shot George Barnes while he slept in the same bed as hers after she found out that his nanny, his tutor, and the family’s real estate agent all birthed George’s daughters.

All the bastards in the whole world could try and kill him but when Bucky decided to marry you he knew that he would only die by your hand. Now he posits it would be a possibility tonight as he checks his watch for the time.

He thinks as his gun clicks empty. He hisses as he runs out of bullets, gun fire still raging around him. He was too old to be in a gun fight so he didn’t think that having more than one extra cartridge on his person was necessary. But as Bucky hears John Walker’s continuous tantrum after the latter’s father sold to him their shipping business instead of passing it down to his son, Bucky tries to rationalize that this whole situation was an anomaly and not a regular thing that he could foresee to prepare for.

Bucky had to end this so he could go home to you.

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You scream when your bedroom door slams against the wall. You kick off the covers and jump down to the floor beside your bed, reaching for the hidden gun under your nightstand, cocking and aiming it to the direction of your intruder. You pull the trigger—almost.

“I made it home! I made it back with one minute to spare!” the silhouette checks for their wristwatch and pumps their fist triumphantly. You tilt your head while keeping your aim steady, squinting at the figure before you.

“Bucky?” your voice is groggy with sleep but laced with confusion.

“Don’t shoot me, doll! It’s 11:59 and I’m here. Just like I promised!”

You toss the gun on the floor and run to your stupid husband, jumping into his arms. Bucky catches you with a small huff, his left leg stepping backward to keep his balance. You attack him with your lips, peppering his face before finally slotting them against his. You nip at Bucky, tongue playing against his, teeth clashing against each other before you pull back and kiss down his jaw towards his neck.

You sniff at him. He smelled like himself; spearmint, sandalwood and jasmine. Hints of rain was on his skin, smoke and something coppery—blood, maybe. You reach out to his hair and pull his head back making him groan. All in pleasure evidence by the way his hands grab and squeeze at your ass, filling his hand with your weight and flesh.

“Where the fuck have you been! You missed dinner!” you slap his shoulder and he lifts you higher against him. He closes the bedroom door with his foot and moves the both of you towards your bed.

“Car trouble. Took a detour.” He deposits you on your silky sheets, pulling at your pajamas, your old university sweatshirt and his boxers. He groans at the sight of you in his underwear before using both of his hands to tug them off of you. “Got shot at. Walked on some backroads. Hitchhiked. All to get home to my lovely wife.”

You hiss out a cuss when Bucky grabs your knees and spreads you open. Your cunt greets the cool air of your room and clenches at the sight of Bucky licking his lips hungrily. Your wetness seeps out when he moves to unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper down his pants. Fuck! You need him inside of you.

You kneel on the bed, grabbing his jacket and pushing them off his shoulders. It lands on the floor with a dull thud while you pull on his tie, leading him to the bed and pushing him to sit down. You straddle him before he could take the tie off and you do it yourself. You wrap the tie around your right hand and kiss him hard on the mouth.

You grind against Bucky, your naked core rubbing on his cock still confined in his briefs. The friction is delicious against your skin, the fabric of his pants warm against your naked thighs. You moan into his mouth as Bucky’s hands wander all over you. He settles both on your hips, pushing you harder against him, his own hips lifting up from the bed to push back against you.

“Fuck, that’s it Princess. Ride daddy.” Your husband urges you on as you moan louder against his lips, chasing the euphoria that the magic between his legs give you.

You push bucky down the bed so he was lying flat. You kneel on the bed and pull his cock out from their confines, pumping it slowly and spreading his precum around the head.

“I-inside—” you babble as you steady yourself, hovering on top of him while you swipe his mushroom head against your slit, lubricating him more with your slick.

“Yeah, princess. Daddy goes inside. Let me in—inside, fuck!” Bucky clenches his eyes and squeezes you in his hold as you manage to sheath yourself with him. You’re both breathless as you adjust to his girth, wiggling a little to test if you could take him—

You pull yourself up and slam back down against him. You curse in unison as your pace quickens. You ride him desperately until your knees shake and your thighs burn. Bucky holds you with one hand as the other reaches for your clit. He gazes up on you, chin raised to the ceiling eyes tightly shut and mouth open. You looked heavenly right now and he can’t help but worship at the sight of you.

“Was—was so worried,” you blurt out as you switch rhythm, sliding back and forth against him now instead. You set your legs farther apart and bend your body, lying flat on top of him. Bucky hugs your middle and presses you down tighter against him. He pushes his feet against the floor until he moves you both on the middle of the bed. “Thought something bad happened to you.”

Something bad did happen to him, Bucky thinks. Good thing he was worse and that alone helped him get out alive.

“I’m here now, princess. I’m here,” he assures you sweetly. His little heart beating erratic with your tiny confession. You worrying about him means you felt for him and this whole thing, this marriage of yours, was not a complete sham.

Bucky plants both his feet on the bed and uses it as leverage to hammer into you. His pace takes your breath away, a long lasting moan escapes from you as pleasure doubles. You were close, Bucky can feel it with the way you tightened around him. You shout as your orgasm hits you suddenly, a gush flowing out of you and drenching both you and Bucky.

You plant your hands on his chest as he continues to pound into you, sensitive from your pleasure. Your toes tingle as Bucky is relentless. You squirm against him, pushing off to escape him but his hold keeps you from running.

“Buck—I can’t. Fuck, please!” But he doesn’t listen. He grabs a handful of your ass and changes his pace instead. Slow and deep. In… Out… In… Out again. His balls slapping against your thighs as he enjoys the way your eyes seem to roll to the back of your head.

“Sure you can. One more! Give me one more.” His urging doesn’t help as your thighs shake again. Your hands go further north from his chest until they land on his neck. You whimper and wrap your lithe fingers around his throat and return to matching his thrusts.

You meet him with every push, moving your knee higher up until they plant just below his armpits. You squeeze his neck and grind against him, making sure to press his balls when you pull down. You see Bucky lick his lips, eyes glossy as your fingers press harder. His cheeks start to flush, ears turning red as his air gets cut short.

“That’s it. Fuck—” Bucky grabs your wrists but makes no move to remove them. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose and clench around his cock. He swears again and looks up the ceiling, his native tongue spilling from his lips until he loses it and let’s go.

Bucky spills inside you, warm and filling. His thrusts are inconsistent, following a rhythm of a tune only his cock knows. He continues to do so until he gets his fill, until he is satiated. And then you let your fingers loose. You follow the marks of them on his neck and place sloppy kisses on them until Bucky relaxes beneath you. You giggle and wipe his sweaty forehead before lying still on top of him.

You lay in silence for a while basking in each other, not even moving to detach from one another. You’re pretty sure you were dripping onto the sheets but that’s a problem for the morning.

“My love,” Bucky whispers as he draws circles on your back. You hum in response, eyes closed and depleted of energy. You hope he volunteers to wipe you down and get you a glass of water because you won’t be moving anytime soon. “I forgot to get the wine.”

You laugh at his confession before you drift into blissful sleep.

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Bucky had been up for about an hour now and he still hasn’t seen you around. He woke up earlier hard and still inside you and fucked you slow while showering you with morning kisses. He remembers you telling him you loved him before he fell right back to sleep and you went and took a shower.

Up until now he had been on the phone trying to get an update on what went down last night and if Walker was alive. Then he saw you outside his office window talking to some people dressed in button ups and tied sweaters around their shoulders while you gesture to the direction of the garage. He hurriedly puts a shirt on and runs through to the house barefoot to get to the garage.

Once he gets there he eyes some of his men were all standing behind his wife, hands firmly behind their backs. He approaches you and you beam at him.

“Good morning, everyone. What’s going on, my love?” Bucky slides next to you, a territorial arm around your waist and peck to your cheek.

“Everyone, this is my husband, James.” You introduce him to the small crowd of strangers in his garage before you look at him sickeningly sweet. That little flicker in his eye tells you he’s still on cloud nine from last night and early this morning. Good. “Nothing, just a little tour. Breakfast will be served by the pool. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Bucky hums. You’re brushing him off. Trying to get rid of him. His little minx of a wife was up to something. Your smile was suspicious.

“Well, she definitely is a beauty. Shame for you to let her go but it’ll be my pleasure to take her off your hands.” One of the sweater tying pricks speaks out loud and Bucky can’t help but give him a murderous glare.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Uhh, the SL? She’s beautiful, a classic. I’m happy your selling it in such pristine condition.”

You prevent Bucky from marching to the guy by holding him back. “My baby is not for sale—”

“It is! And she’ll be sold after Mr. Tyler proves he’s a worthy car dad.” You grin at Bucky, an evil twitch present at the corner of your mouth. He searches for something on your face before he inhales in realization.

“I got home on time and you’re still selling the car?!” He raises his voice in exasperation. He couldn’t believe it. He ran for five miles last night in dress shoes before he found a ride just so he could come home before midnight.

You scoff and raise your hands. “I checked the surveillance footage this morning, Barnes. Your foot stepped inside the house at 12: 58! You were fifty fucking eight minutes too fucking late! So kiss your baby goodbye because she is getting sold because daddy doesn’t know how to keep his promises of being home before the day is over!”

Tyler steps forward sheepishly and speaks.

“If I could just—”

“No!”

“No!”

Bucky points at your visitor to stop him where he stood without breaking eye contact with you. You did the same. You weren’t backing down, he lied last night. The liar!

“Princess, I know how to fucking read my watch and it said one minute to midnight when I got into our bedroom, before you rode the life out of me. Remember? You were creaming on my dick because you think it’s hot as fuck when I come home running to you before fucking midnight.”

“See?” Bucky raises his arm and presents you his watch. A gift you gave him after the first time he went home at two in the morning. A reminder that you would not tolerate waiting on him past the midnight hour if he wished to continue with your marriage. You peek at his watch, doing a double take before you guffaw. Followed by a loud laugh that had you doubling over.

“Tyler, I’ll draw the documents for the ownership transfer inside. Come with me.”

“Do not! Take another step, Tyler. In fact, turn around, get your ass in your car and get off my property.” Tyler and his compatriots of frat boys and finance bros stutter as they look between Bucky and you. When they remain frozen in place, Bucky pulls his gun from his back and aims it at them. He hits the light above Tyler and the bulb explodes over the boys. “Go! Now!”

Your visitors scatter and you hit Bucky’s shoulder.

“You’re not selling my SL to some sweater wearing dimwit.”

“You were late! That was the deal!”

“I was not late—”

You pull your phone from your pocket and show him the time. See? You tell him but Bucky just looks at you and huffs, not getting it. You groan and grab his wrist, turning the watch into his view side by side with your phone. Your time says 10:28am while his watch shows 9:28. He looks between the two and still doesn’t get it.

“Oh my rolex, Bucky! Your watch is behind. It’s telling the wrong time! You’re an hour late. I told you to get it adjusted but you refuse to remove it from your wrist.” You push him out of your way and go back inside the house.

Bucky stutters and groans. How the fuck was he supposed to know that.

“Daylight savings started a couple days ago, boss.” One of his men supply helpfully.

Bucky waves his gun dismissingly before tucking it back to his waist. He takes off the watch for the first time in a while and adjusts it an hour ahead. He’d have to think of a workaround for this one. He’s not letting that car go and although his time reading was wrong, his intentions were definitely right. He wonders how he could convince you as he looks for you back in the house.

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P.S. this is Bucky's baby lol she's rare and worth 6.8 million usd

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My mind went WILD with this!

I just KNOW David Budd would talk you through it.

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🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑blue views

🏁 Pairings : Carlos Sainz X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : smut [nothing major, listed at the end of the writing], fluff, stress [which is aliviated by the smut]

🏁 Word Count : 3.6k words (3612 words)

🏁 Summary : It’s time to celebrate! For everyone else that is. You, on the other hand, will be planning your’s and your fiance’s “engagement week” festivities, until you die. That is, until an impromptu intervention is planned.

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @heavenlayt

🏁 Music player : Good to be by Mark Ambor

“Carlos!” You shouted out, leaning back against the heel of your soft wedges as you reached behind you for more cocktail glasses. The sound of your fiancé’s loafers against the terracotta staircase echoed throughout the ground level as he made his way to the kitchen, where you were working alongside half a dozen cooks.

“Si, Mariposa?” He came up behind you, plucking the crystal margarita glass from your fingers and taking a sip of the peachy, carbonated concoction that you had masterfully created. You giggled when he hummed happily and kissed your neck, “It’s delicious.”

“Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel” An elderly voice scolded from your left followed with a hollow bonk. Carlos hissed, rubbing the back of his head where a thick wooden rolling pin had struck him playfully, “You wound me, Maria.”

He followed with a pained “Literally.” When Maria had merely shot him a fond look over her shoulder as she went back to washing the tomatoes in the deep-set ceramic sink.

“You’re absolutely sure that everyone got the invites?” You leaned down to inspect the dozen drinks that you had made, “Because we invited at least 60 people, and if I make 60 drinks and there are not exactly 60 throats present to ingest them. You are going to remain abstinent until we’re married.”

Carlos stared at you open mouthed, a betrayed expression overtook his face, “So you would choose Maria’s wishes over mine? muy cruel.” He then bought his hands up from your waist to brush your hair from your shoulder, dragging his fingers up your arm-he slipped off the thin spaghetti strap of your white, cotton summer dress to press short, sweet kisses on your skin, “I mean can you really resist this?” He reasoned.

“It would be very easy Mi Amour.” You harrumphed, ignoring the tingling shocks that fluttered beneath your skin at the drag of his lips against your shoulder. You jolted forward when you felt his other hand travel from your waist, down to the front of your dress, “Carlos- I have so much to do. I mean I promised Alex and Lily I would make trifle for dessert, but then your parents have this one friend who hates custard! I mean did you hear the story, he literally puked, and I will not have him puke in my engagement party, nope. Not on my watch.”

You wagged your finger in the air before grabbing another five glasses from their upside-down position on the kitchen island where you were working. Taking the washcloth that sat comofortably in the front pocket of your plaid apron, you began wiping away the droplets of water from the crystal before continuing to babble about your long list of duties for the upcoming week of festivities.

“So, I need to also make these cute fruit tarts that I made that one time. But then I realised that Charles and Max hate kiwi, and the whole dessert is basically that, so for them I’m making this great chocolate gateau, the one at the restaurant? Since they really fucking liked that one.”

You grumbled out the last part, crushing up your freshly picked strawberries that had previously been resting in a metal strainer along with a cream, cotton cover up to keep them moist. The marble mortar grinded against the matching pestle as the sweet fruits reduced to a thick paste.

“On top of that the other like, 40 guests have very specific wants, so I have 20 different things to make along with this signature drink that Jenni designed for us! You know her, right? the bar tender at the other restaurant in Monaco, I learnt how to make it, and you said its good. It’s good right?”

You add a few cups of carbonated water to the pinkish paste in front of you, before turning back to Carlos, who had been patiently listening to you rant- mainly due to the fear that if he were to stop, you would give his ear the same treatment as the berries that remain crushed beneath you, “Si, mi mariposa. Very good.”

You sighed before fully spinning around to face him, resting your back on the dark wood counter, looping your hands around his neck, “I’m sorry Carlito.” You brush a singular strand of hair that fell from its carefully crafted style onto his forehead, “This isn’t very fun for you, is it?” You move onto your tiptoes to reach his cheek.

“Nonsense, I have Papa and Guillermo coming to help with the decorations outside, I think Blanca and Mama are also coming- to help.” He chuckles when you groan happily and bring his head down to kiss his lips graciously.

“Thank you, Mi Amour.” You murmur against his mouth, running your fingers through his hair as his arms came to circle your waist, pulling you against his chest. You sigh against him, melting in his embrace as you barely manage to hold yourself up and anchor yourself on his broad shoulders that strain against the baby blue polo top, he chose to wear.

“AY, SEÑOR,” Maria bumped Carlos slightly as she came rushing through the walkway, trotting determinedly through the low, exposed brick archway and outside to the patio area that was protected from the morning sunrays by the lattice structure that stood tall whilst being overtaken by winding ivy.

Beneath this, Maria sat down at least 3 trays full of freshly sliced vegetables, sun drying them as preparation for the multiple dishes that would be served that evening, “Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina.” She screeched whilst heading to the other side of your estate, towards the large garden that housed many seasoned plants, ready with multiple fruits and vegetables for plucking.

“I think she will cook me next.” He shuddered before laying his forehead on yours, “Do not worry, Mariposa. Everything will turn out fine.”

“Why did I suggest an engagement week.” You pouted, nuzzling your head into his chest, to hide away from all the responsibilities you had brought onto yourself. You shake your head wildly, causing flurries of hair to escape from the bun you had messily done up, “All I know is that it must go well. Maria will for sure have a heart attack if it doesn’t,”

“I still think it’s a good idea” He comforts you, until the melodic sound of the doorbell resounds throughout the house, and he detaches from you, “That must be the back-up.” He winks at you as he jogs off to open the large, rustic door. You watch from the kitchen as Carlos laughs boisterously whilst embracing his family.

His mother and sister quickly wave him off, ushering the men out to the acres of back garden they have yet to decorate to approach you.

Blanca dances up to you, wiggling her arms and hands excitedly as she beams at your exhausted face, “There she is! Beautiful bride-to-be, our mariposa.” The knee length dress she chose skims her legs as the burgundy silk falls from her shoulders delicately, she hugs your neck tightly, swinging you both side to side whilst you flail around.

“Hola, diabla.” You chuckle, catching your mother-in-law’s eyes, you wait until Blanca removes herself from you for Reyes to do the same, but instead of violently rotating you like a ragdoll, she rubs your back and coos sympathetically.

“Ay mi muñeca, you look too tired to be a blushing bride.” She moves her arms from being drawn around your neck to rub your shoulders.

“What can I say? There’s too much to be done for me to be blushing.” You shrug, already going back to pouring out 10 more drinks, adding to the sea of glasses in front of you.

Blanca tuts disapprovingly, “This is not what being engaged is meant to be, it’s meant to be fun! And new! And sexy!” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, ignoring her mother who had picked up your to-do list and hid her face in the paper.

“Blanca, please.” Reyes rolled her eyes, “But she’s not wrong.” She reaches for a spare apron that hung rejected on the back of the pantry door.

“No, mamá please,” You attempt to snatch the apron away from Reyes, who tuts disapprovingly and had already begun to collect multiple utensils from your spacious kitchen whilst talking quickly with the cooks who had been diligently making progress on the rest of the menu, “I can’t possibly allow you to do my work.”

Blanca plucked the neatly tied bow around your waist, undoing the stained, pale blue cotton that protected your dress, “No, your job is to relax, and let my culo brother treat you nicely. Champagne, strawberries, chocolate.” She listed off the aphrodisiacs one by one, pushing you through the living room and up the stairs. You braced yourself on the railing as you let her guide you through the landing.

“I have all of that in the food that I should be making,” You whined, stomping your foot, and swivelling to level her with your eyes, “There is just too much to do before tonight. And the boys don’t even know what to do for decorations.”

Blanca swatted her hand through the air, as if physically plummeting away your doubts, “You’ve had the entire family added on your Pinterest board.” You snorted at that, but pressed your lips together when she shot you a look, “If I can’t whip them into shape, consider me a bad sister from day 1.” She planted her hands on her waist before pointing at your bedroom door, “Now either you can start yourself a bath, or I will.”

You harrumph and dig your feet into their spot on the newly waxed, wooden floors beneath you, “I see how it is.” Blanca squints her eyes at you, “Fine, I see how it is.”

You half expect her to push you into the room, but instead she leans over the banister and shouts, “CARLOS !!”

“Blanca!” You gasp, grabbing her dress and tugging her back from the beam, “W-Why would you?” You splutter.

“AY CARLOS !!” She continues to screech until you slap a palm over her mouth, careful of the nude brown lipstick she had worn.

“Si diabla?” Your fiancé shouts back up, already at the base of the staircase. Blanca licks your hand, causing you to yelp and jump back, giving her the perfect opportunity to answer, “Your fiancé is anxious as fuck.”

“What else is new?” He chuckles, hand braced on the railing as he emerges from the winding staircase. Carlos takes in the new scene, you are tackling Blanca onto the floor, she’s squealing whilst attempting to wrangle free from you, tummy first on the floor, “Mi amour, if you are going to leave me for my sister...” He starts, crossing his arms and tilting his head at you.

“You both are insufferable.” You grit out, twisting the knob to your bedroom, wating for Carlos to step inside. He stops momentarily when Blanca darts an arm out and begins to ramble to him in Spanish, Carlos answers just as quickly before his sister reaches up to smack the underside of his head.

“Blanca!” He shouts out after her, but she ignores him and sprints downstairs to assist with the preparations. Carlos turns back to you, slumping forward to rest his head against the door frame that you were currently leaning on, arms folded amusedly as you looked at him from under your eyelashes. He pivots his neck, gazing fondly into your eyes, “You’re pretty.” He mumbles, bringing a limp hand up to rest on your cheek, thumb moving soothingly against your face. You lean into his touch, “So are you” You breathe out, leaning upwards to ghost your lips over his.

This moment was merely poetic, the two of you, finding respite in the chaos within each other. His soft touch as he leaned forward for more, you grant it, because you craved him as deeply as he did for you. The astringent sweetness of his lips against yours and the heavenly feeling of his fingers cradling your hips made you moan out as he caught you weight when your knees gave out from beneath you.

The door creaked shut behind the two of you, your palms digging into the waistline of his shorts to tug his shirt out, his fingers dance down from your neck to the large cut-out of your dress that showed off the curve of your spine. Carlos broke away from you momentarily, his eyes still shut as he chuckled when you whined, chasing his lips desperately, “Jump,” He murmured, bracing himself by tugging you close and digging his fingers into the back of your thighs.

You complied, hopping into his secure hold before attaching your mouth to his once again, nipping at his full bottom lip. Carlos passed through the bedroom with ease, his muscle memory allowing him to walk underneath the long archway that led to your shared bathroom. He released you gently, his fingers pinching the hem of your dress on your way down, he bunched up the flowy linen, dragging it up to your waist and tugging it over your head- leaving you in just a pair of white, lacy underwear.

You laughed slightly, your hair mussed at taking over half of your face, “Carlos” you huff out. He laughs at your annoyance, gently moving the strands out of your eyes before tracing the dips and curves of your chest and stomach with feather-light touches.

Sighing, you tilt your head back, allowing him to press his lips against the column of your neck. You loop your hands around his neck, stumbling backwards towards the sink whilst bringing him with you. Carlos hoists you up and onto the counter, finally stepping back to gaze at your naked body, his eyes ravish you, the stiff peaks of your breasts and curve of your stomach, you watch him intently when he finally makes his way down to your panties, a damp patch already forming.

Carlos approaches you once again, his breath fresh and minty against your skin, “Tan bonita.” He compliments, trailing warm, open mouth kisses on your collar bone, starting from your shoulder until he reaches your sternum, “Tan deliciosa.” He moves to your breast, decorating it with his own purple-ish love marks, he littered them across until he enveloped your nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking against the pebble until it hardened beneath his attention.

Carlos turned his attention to the other whilst his other hand slipped beneath the elastic of your underwear, his middle finger teasing your wet slit, “all for me?” he moaned against your breast.

“of course.” You bury your hand in his hair, arching into his touch before he lowered to his knees in front of you.

“F-fuck” you whine, biting your lip harshly as he settles between your legs, he shucks you closer, harshly tugging you to the edge of the counter as he inches his mouth closer, hot breathe settling on the front of your underwear. You arch your back at the feeling, fingers teasing your peaked nipple, “please,” you whisper, eyes darting down to where Carlos had begun to lave lazily at your newly soaked panties.

“Please what? Huh?” He whispers, tongue darting out to push further into your throbbing hole. You whine, thighs threatening to clamp shut around his head, your hand inches down to shyly tug at his hair and guide him closer to your leaking cunt, “can’t even talk now? ‘s okay mariposa. I’ll take care of you.” He promises, laying one of your legs over his shoulder.

You breathe hitches slightly when you feel him drag his lips up your hip, only for his teeth to sink into your underwear band, trailing it off you.

You scrunch your eyes with a gasp when his kisses trail up from your ankle, to your calf and towards the inside of your thigh- you growl playfully when you hear him chuckle and coo up at you, “you were just stressed...” he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your skin, “being so diligent..” he continued, tongue ghosting over your leaking folds, “so perfect.”

“Carlos,” You moan, scratching your nails against his scalp, “you’re being mean. Hah. It’s not good to be mean to your future wi-“you cut yourself off with a scream, well, a muffled one, you managed to cover your agape mouth with your hand. He dove into your sex, tongue searing through you as he fucked the muscle steadily into you, curling it to poke gently at the sensitive, spongy part within you.

Carlos let his eyes flutter shut, the sweet taste of you staining itself onto his tongue, how he could stay like this forever, fuck the dinner, he only ever wanted to taste you. Only you.

“taste so good,” he panted against you, his tongue nudging your clit, in an oh-so delicious way that made you bite down on your fingers to stop your needy moans leaking down from the open, semi-circle window towards your in-laws, who were dedicatedly preparing your back garden to host a multitude of people.

“uh uh mariposa, quiero oír tu voz.” He reached up with one hand, tugging your palm away from your still open mouth.

“I-“you gulp heavily, trying to unscramble your mind from its mush state, “I- wan’ want more, need you to- do something please.” You bring your other leg to his shoulder, locking him between your limbs.

Carlos huffs out a laugh, biting playfully at your tender skin, he brings up one hand laying his fingers gently against your pussy lips, creating a ‘V’ to spread them wide, exposing the sensitive area to the midday warmth. And then, he spat, a fat string slowly drips from his mouth to land directly on your hole, he gawks at it with interest, his large puppy-dog eyes shining with lust.

You blush and cover your face, “come on- please? I’ve been soo good, did ever’thin you wanted.” You babbled, gyrating your hips against his face, baiting him into pleasuring you again until the delicious wave reached the crown of your skull until the tips of your toes.

“have you? You been my good girl? Hm?” He arches a brow at you, but stops you from answering when he lays his tongue flat against your clit, gently shaking his head side to side until you begin to shake and whine, “yeah, I know mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí?” he whispers, prodding you cunt with his index finger, “you want it, don’t you?”

You hummed, eyes widening as though he had proposed all over again, “yeah, come on, please, pretty please with a- ahh,” once again, he wouldn’t let you finish your pleading, instead, he answered you with your prize, him pushing his fingers into you, your wetness dripping down into his palm and along his wrist.

Obscene squelches echoed through the bathroom, along with explicit sounds of his knuckles slapping against your skin and your high-pitched moans.

“yes- oh, don’t stop.” You sobbed, tears pricking at your eyes when he thrusted in a second finger, stretching you out whilst he crooked his digits to continue stimulating your g-spot mercilessly.

“don’t plan on it,” he promised, delving back in for another sacred taste, he tongue worked wonders against you, drinking in your nectar as though from the gods- letting in slip down his throat graciously. You groaned and bit your lip harshly, arching your back at angles that chiropractors would wince at until you could feel that euphoric feeling begin to bloom within your stomach.

Your walls fluttered around Carlos’ fingers, making him smirk against you and continue his movements, hungrily licking and slurping at you until your toes curled and eyes crossed over, “fuck,” you grit out, gasping laboriously as the tight knot finally snapped and torrential pleasure rained over you.

“te entendí my love,” He crawled over you, bracing himself above with his hands planted on the thick, white marble countertop you were currently blissed out on.

You brought your shaky hands up to his face, kissing him gently, “what about-hah, what about you,” you panted, wrapping your arms around him, continuing to softly brush your lips against his face. His temple, stubbled cheek, and muscled neck.

“We still have-“ He looked down at the heavy, silver Rolex on his wrist, “40 minutes, until Blanca comes hunting for us.” Carlos looked over to the floating bath that sat in front of the Juliet balcony, “and we have a bath.”

“That is just by a huge ass window,” You reminded him, glancing over to the open doors, revealing the intricate black grill of the balcony along with the pristine view of your tall trees that lined the well-kept entertaining space of your garden.

“Well, I doubt they don’t know what’s going on, I mean, my sister probably told them to leave a box of condoms outside.” He shrugged.

“In that case,” You started, your low whisper a mere breath of warm air between the two of you. Marinating hard and heady eye contact with him, you reached down to take his hand in yours, then slipped the two fingers that still dripped with your wetness, into your mouth.

Carlos stared at the sight, a short, strangled noise leaving him when you popped out his digits with an all too innocent noise, “Better make the most of it,” You leaned back against the mirror, hand open for him to carry you.

He groaned, shaking his head slightly before hoisting you in his arms, “best 40 minutes of my life.”

[Smut warnings : alot of kissing, fingering, sucking, love-bites, fem! oral recieving, fem! fingering recieving.]

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Spnish..to engli..sh....over

Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel - Oh, Oh, Lord. You have to wait for the honeymoon

muy cruel - very cruel

AY, SEÑOR - OH, SIR

Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina - If you're not here to contribute anything useful, get out of the kitchen.

mariposa - butterfly

Hola, diabla - Hello, devil

Ay mi muñeca - Oh, my doll

Si, diabla? - Yes, devil?

Mi amour - My love

Tan deliciosa - So delicious

Tan bonita - So beautifull

quiero oír tu voz - I want to hear your voice

te entendí, mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí? - I understood you, my love, it feels good, yeah

📻 Kchhhhh.loosing sign....al.....kcchh....over and out...

[ohwellheretoread]

ESTABA LOCA POR PROBARTE

Summary=>Request: Could you maybe write a smut one shot about Carlos? Maybe smth along the lines of his girlfriend getting her nipples pierced and he can’t get enough of them? Thank yaaaa [1.3k]

[carlos sainz x reader ]

Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, titty suckin, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), daddy kink?, we're also ignoring the physics of sand and how it gets everywhere.

 If there's any I missed let me know!

Note: It’s a little shorter than I hoped but I like it nonetheless. I changed it a little to the reader having the piercings beforehand just cuz I know how long it takes for those mfs to heal lol, hope that’s ok! Also, would guys be interested in doing more Spanish dialogue (with the translations, obvi) or should I use more English dialogue?

here's the playlist i listened to while writing :)

You could see him from where you were wading in the water. He’s leaning back on his lounge chair, hands up, holding onto the pages of some book he picked at the hotel store. The waves had calmed down and only pushed you around a little bit. The waves lapped gently against the powdery shore, the cool water soothing your slightly burned skin. The beach was fairly empty, the sun almost below the horizon behind you. It was surrounded by looming palm trees, secluded from the public and prying eyes. You waded out of the water, approaching Carlos as he watched you get closer. You looked like a goddess, water cascading around your shoulders in waves, water dripping from your body. Carlos was almost jealous of the water and how it clung to your skin. 

“Nadaste rico?” did you have a good swim? He asks, eyes unabashedly trailing over your figure. You let out a hum, wiping your face with a towel. You shake your hair out, sending drops of water towards him. He lets out a squeal, leaning away from you.

You let out a laugh, a smirk appearing on your face. 

“Te ves muy calientito, amor.” you look very warm, love. You state. You cock an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips. He looks up at you, big brown eyes open wide. 

He has enough time to put his book down on the sand before you pounce. You jump into his arms, hair going everywhere. Your fingers poke at his sides, pulling a loud laugh out of him. His hands are holding firmly onto your waist, trying to avoid touching your sopping-wet bathing suit. You both eventually run out of breath and he relents, letting your chest press against his. 

You lay there for a second, cheek against his warm skin. He trails his hands down your back, stopping right above the elastic waistband of your bikini bottoms. His fingers fiddle with the strings, careful not to accidentally pull the knots out. You look up at him, chin propped up on your hand. 

You sit up in his lap, the sudden cold making you shiver. There’s a new look in his eyes as he stays still. They’re dark as he once again takes in your appearance. Your chest heaves a bit and your hair is messy, still dripping with water. His fingers remain in the same spot too but now he’s tempted to pull at the knot that holds them in place. 

“¿Qué?” what? You ask. 

In one swift move, he sits up, taking your face in his hands. His thick lips envelop yours, tongue easily sliding into your mouth. He tastes a little salty from the ocean breeze. Your hands wrap gently around his neck, fingers pulling at the hair that’s at the base of his neck. His hands move back to your hips, rocking them against his. He feels terribly hard underneath you and you feel yourself grow wet. 

“Espera, y si alguien nos ve?” wait, what if someone sees us? You ask. He simply shakes his head. 

“¿Porque piensas que escogí este lugar?” why do you think i chose this spot? He retorts. His eyes full of anticipation.  A shaky smirk appears on your face as his lips begin to trail over the skin that joins your neck and shoulder. His hands sweep over your shoulder, fingers gently pulling the triangles that covered your tits. 

“¿Puedo?” can I?  You nod, you know what he’s referring to. He’d been waiting patiently for your nipple piercings to heal, always asking when he’d be able to finally play with them. 

You hiss slightly as he peels the fabric of your swimsuit away. The metal bar shines in the sun. you hear him mutter out a soft coño as he finally presses his fingers to your pebbled nipples. He pinches them slightly, careful not to tug too hard. Your mind is buzzing at the touch, after going almost a year without having anyone else but yourself touching them. It sent signals down to your cunt, spurring you on even more. 

“No creo que jamas superere estas cositas.” I don't think I’ll ever get over these. He whispers in your ear, nose dragging over your cheek.  He leans down, capturing one of your sensitive pearls between his lips. They drag over your skin. He savours the taste of your skin, pushing his nose further into the plush skin of your breast. 

You let out a gasp, back arching and snapping into position. He switches nipples, gently sinking his teeth into your smooth skin. You huff, the heat between your legs beginning to become unbearable.

“Te n-necesito,” I n-need you. You say breathlessly. Carlos simply hums.

“Pero si estoy just aquí, ¿que más necesitas?” But if I'm right here, what else do you need? He wanted you to tell him. To beg for his cock.

“Necesito tu polla,” I need your cock. You begin, pressing your hips down to the tent in his swim shorts. “Por favor, papi.” please, daddy.

He quickly undoes his shorts, pumping his cock as you pulled the knots free on your bikini bottoms. You guide yourself over him, sinking down. The stretch is devilishly delicious as you rock against him. He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back. With your neck and chest revealed, his teeth nip at the now exposed skin. You falter a bit, a deep moaning falling from your lips. You swear you start to see starts, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Te vez tan bella asi, toda jodida.” you look so good like this, all fucked out He says. He grips your hips, pressing his heels into the lounge chair underneath you. Pushing up, he snaps his hips into yours. The force is so great you feel yourself fall forward, hands pressing into the cushion of the chair around Carlos’s head. 

He ruts into you faster, fingers squeezing bruising tight. You can feel a coil begin to form in your stomach. He hesitates, slowing down slightly to press his fingers into your clit. He looks divine laying beneath you, sweat beading on his forehead, lips parted and panting. His eyes are draped in shadows and droopy. Oh, he’s close. You think. He knows you mostly likely won't be discovered by anyone but shit, it excites him further.

He’s a whimpering mess when you tells you: ya estoy por venir, i’m gonna come. 

He pulls you down, pressing your lips together as you both grow closer to your end. You press your fingers to your clip, stimulating it as you feel yourself start to clench around Carlos. He snaps his hips up one final time and spills himself into you. You cry out as you feel him gush into you, sending you off the edge. 

He watches your tits bounce faintly as you try to regain the air knocked out of you. He pulls you flush to his chest. Mirroring the events from earlier, you lay on his chest, both of you struggling for air. He presses his lips to your head as you come down from your highs. He relishes in how the soft sting of cool metal of your piercings press against his chest and he can’t wait to have his mouth on them again.

a/n: hey guysss thanks for making it this far. I hope y'all liked it! I very much am missing summer right now and thought it would pair nicely with the request. I apologize it took a little bit to get it out. I'd love for more requests! I've been on a Carlos, Lando and Charles high right now so feel free to send in any ideas you have :) and once again, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[ohwellheretoread]

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Thank you so much 💗1k ✭ Celebration!!

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“Oh carino…” Carlos whispers in my ear, nose dragging along my hot skin. “You make me so insane.” His big hands grabbed my hips and pushed me further against the wall, taking away all my power and leaving me vulnerable to him.

Carlos’s mood already on a high since achieving a podium on the first race. Which left me with a need to give him a more intimate celebration. Going beyond the heated make outs and fingering. And venturing toward the only thing we haven’t achieved. 

I hadn’t even told Carlos what I hoped he’d do, but yet he showed a hunger for me that couldn’t be healed with a touch of fingers, but instead, his little virgins tight hole. 

A moan escaping my swollen lips and encouraging a groan to leave the Spaniards mouth. 

“Let me take your innocence hermosa.” Carlos grabs a hold of the end of my short dress, waiting for me to nod before he starts pulling the flimsy fabric up. Lifting my arms up and hearing the groan that flees between his plump lips. The cool air of the room brushes against my nearly bare body. Now only wearing light pink lace. 

Carlos does an easy job of ripping my lingerie, now revealing my pebbled nipples and core that gradually gets wetter and wetter by the second. “I don’t know how I held back so long.”

He takes a deep breath, holding my face and indulging both of us in such a love and lust inducing kiss. Only breaking the kiss to spread my legs and start rushing to undo his belt. Sliding it between each hole and throwing it to the floor before unbuttoning his trousers and leaving them to lay beside his belt. Leaving me with the outline of his dick through his boxers. My mouth opened and pussy throbbed at the thought of his size. Watching his hands pull the waistband down and expose his cock. Bobbing up and hitting his toned stomach. 

I didn’t know if he could fit, his fingers already being a stretch I’m not fully accustomed to. 

Carlos clearly ignores the worry on my face as he lifts one of my legs and pulls my body closer to his.

Holding his dick by my entrance and mixing his precum with my arousal to make it an easier job. My fingers make bruises into his shoulders as I grip him tightly, waiting for his inevitable push. “Fuck, don’t worry carino, I’ll make it fit.” Pushing himself in, inch by inch. Both of our breathing, uneasy and heavy. Pain sears through me, and just as a broken scream tries to leave my mouth, Carlos forces two of his fingers between my lips. Allowing my teeth to bite into them as he tries to distract the pain with pleasure. Other hand, rubbing my clit. 

I try to moan out his name, but it comes out muffled as Carlos gags me with his digits. Cock nearly bottoming out and already hitting my g-spot. 

“Te voy a abrir con mi verga.” (Gonna open you with my cock) Carlos starts moving again. Making small thrusts that eventually get bigger, and bring tears to my eyes. Finally managing to hold himself back as I endlessly clench around his dick. Carlos’s thrusts become rams and he treats me with only petite sprinkles of care. Just the way I would’ve begged him for. Satisfaction sparking through me at each rough snap of his hips. Hair perfectly falling and sitting in front of his mesmerising eyes. His stare not the usual one I’d disintegrate into, but grow more flammable. Turning the heat inside of me enough to make us both burn. 

The feeling of his cock, such a sensual ache. And as Carlos moves in and out I can only imagine how my slick covers his shaft. How tight I must be and how close he is to exploding. 

Bringing me back to the tight feeling in my stomach. A knot that just needs to be solved. And just as Carlos hits my g-spot with precision I ultimately let go. 

Digging my nails into his tan skin and creating crescent like shapes. My climax topping every other one that he’s brought me to. But my body doesn’t relax yet, still clenching and throbbing just waiting for Carlos to release. Hearing the way his grunts sound closer to moans and his dick starts spasming. 

Exploding and covering my walls with his cum. Marking me from the inside and out.

“Fuck Carino… I need more.”

[ohwellheretoread]

CS55E2

Pairing: carlos sainz x fem!wife!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: morning sex

It was almost 6 in the morning. You had to get up to make breakfast for the kids and get them ready for school. Obviously the nanny was going to do it anyways but you always helped out despite your busy schedule. Today was one of those mornings where work started late into the afternoon so you had some morning time.

Despite your attempts to get yourself up from bed a hand held you down in place. Holding you close to a warm body. It was none other than your husband who was enjoying his holidays after the end of the season.

Trying to move away only made it worse for you as you felt your body being held even closer to the warm body behind you.

“Mi amor trying to get me horny early in the morning?” Questioned a raspy voice to your ear.

You shuddered at his words and as you felt his now erection press against your back you groaned.

“Carlos not today. I have to get the kids ready for school.”

“But baby you still have time no?” He asked manhandling you to turn around to face him.

You smiled when your eyes met his sleepy ones. His voice gave away his unawake form but his features told you otherwise. With sun rays beaming across his tanned skin, glowing his brown eyes Carlos looked ethereal in front of you. You let your fingers run through his thick locks that you and his fans equally adored as Carlos moved forward to kiss the exposed skin on your shoulder. Making sure to suck on a certain spot to leave a mark and earning a small whimper from you in the process.

After he was done marking you he grabbed your face with a hand and pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands swept across his bare chest as you felt his heartbeat beneath your palm. He kissed you so passionately making you completely awake and aroused.

Right after he was done kissing you and placing smooches all across your face to let you know how much he adored you the alarm on your phone went off. You turned around to off it and got off of bed right after that.

But Carlos was much faster and moved across the bed, while making sure the blanket was still covering his lower torso, to grab hold of your hand.

“Cariño don’t leave me here alone,” he begged giving you his signature puppy eyes.

You laughed looking at him and pointing at the clock, “Hello? The kids need to go to school. Are you even a dad?”

With a hard tug he pulled you to the bed and on top of him, “Yes I am a dad but before that I am your husband”

With a cheeky smile he looked up at you. Messy bed hair and a silk gown that barely managed to cover you up as you lay on top of him.

You looked down at him in awe. How lucky you were to have him as your man. You let your fingers gently glide across his chest and traced patterns on his prominent facial features. You felt his erection harden underneath you for the second time. Smiling you leaned down to kiss him ever so passionately. Your tongues moved against each other in fiery passion and his hands rubbed your arms radiating goosebumps all over your body.

Quickly you slipped yourself under the blanket. Your naked core touched his erection which drove you crazy. Kneeling up and aligning yourself you looked at him for a signal and pushed yourself down in one go. An uncontrollable moan slipped out of your lips which you managed to tone down. You took him in slowly and took him nearly out slowly. With your hands against his chest you rode him taking all of him as deep as you could take and lifting yourself up to push yourself down and do it all over again. This went for a couple strokes until Carlos got impatient and was aware about the time.

Pushing his knees up to cradle your back against his thighs and pulling your upper body into him he thrusted hard into you making you almost scream with the simultaneous pleasure and pain which strung though you.

“I need you to be a good wife and take what I’m going to give you alright. Because we’re running out of time”

You whined as he pushed his hips inside of you, rutting into your core at a hard pace. His hands was gripping your hips at a bruising manner pushing you into him. You tried muffling your moans into his pillow as your hands tugged at his lucious locks. A few grunts later he came undone just as you did.

Carlos dropped his legs flat on to the bed and hugged you closer to him letting your mixed cum not leak out of your bruised hole. You lifted your tired head up and kissed him sloppily. Just then you felt his erection start to stir up again.

Shaking your head with a laugh you pushed yourself off of his and limped off to the bathroom throwing a mom like remark at him,

“Not again horny boy”

To which Carlos simply chuckled.

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Tonight (I’m Fuckin’ You) || CS55 x Interviewer!reader

Warnings: 18+, jealous!Carlos, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, oral (M reviving), hair grabbing

Wordcount: 0.9k

“Thank you for the Interview, Carlos” She said after they were finished talking

“Of course, no problem” He sighed, occupied with her beauty

In his opinion, there was no other woman that could beat her beauty. There was no other woman that was more beautiful than her

But the others couldn’t see what he saw in her. They’d laugh every time they saw how flustered he would get after talking with her

“Are you coming to that party tonight?” Right. The party. She had happily forgotten the party

“I’m invited, but I don’t know. There’s gonna be a lot of people there that I don’t know” She explained to him

“Well, I’m gonna be there… And the rest of the drivers of course, so there’s gonna be some people you know” He would have begged her to go, wanting to see her all dressed up

“I’ll think about” She caressed his arms “I gotta go. See you around, Carlos” He blushed like crazy once she turned to walk away

And yet again, Charles and the rest of the team lightly chuckled as he walked into the motorhome, still blushing

“Oh, shut up”

She had decided to go to the party. She wouldn’t admit it to herself, but she knew she only did it to be with Carlos

She had told her friends she only wanted to go because she didn’t wanna sit alone and be bored all night, but even they knew she did it because he would be there

“Come on. He doesn’t even like me like that. He had a professional opinion towards me” She said as they chuckled

“I’m guessing your not watching your own interviews” One of them chuckled

“His eyes is saying ‘I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you all night’” The group laughed as they looked at their oblivious friend

“Whatever you say” But deep inside, she hoped it was true

“You made it” Carlos said as she walked over to the group of drivers sitting in the couch area, all with a drink in hand

“Didn’t have anything else to do, and I did my wanna be bored all night” She chuckled as she sat down in an empty place on the couch

As the night went on, she had an amount of drinks, resulting in her dancing close with several people in the middle of the room

Carlos just stared. Leaned back into the couch, gripping his glass so tight I might’ve broken

He was jealous. Too jealous. He tried holding back, and did a good job. But at one point, it became too much for him

He stood up, discarding his glass on the coffee table, and walked towards her. She grabbed her bicep roughly and dragged her away from the party

He dragged her into a bathroom as far away from the others as possible

“What the hell is your problem, Carlos?” She asked as he pushed her roughly up against the door

“How can you have the audacity to grind up against those people you don’t even know?” His eyes and facial expression said it all

“Are you jealous, Carlos?” She crossed her arms over her chest and had a cheeky smirk on her face

“What? Of course not” He said fast and confidently

“If you wanted me to suck you off, you can just say so” He didn’t resist when she had turned them around, so he was the one pressed up against the door

Neither did he resist when she went to her knees and started unbuckling his belt and zipped his zipper down

She pulled his pants and boxers down in one quick motion, making his cock hit his abdomen

She spit into the palm of her hand before she started stroking him slowly. He threw his head back into the door. His hand tangled into her hair as the other landed on her shoulder

Her tongue darted across his tip, making him moan loud. She worked her tongue around his tip, collecting all the pre-cum

“Fuck. Please, d-don’t tease” His moans were breathy and shuttered. She swirled her tongue a few times more before hollowing her cheeks with his cock

Her pace was slow, and he was trying so hard not to fuck her mouth. He wanted to, but it would make him seem needy

“F-fuck. You feel so good” He unintentionally bucked his hips into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag

The vibrations made him feel good. It made him feel better than any woman ever made him feel

He did it again hitting the back of her throat over and over again, making his orgasm come closer and closer to his release. Quicker than he would like

“Fuck. I’m gonna come” His eyes were screwed shut as his hand gripped her hair tighter

His words were to only warning she got before he held her head all the way down and came deep down her throat

She popped off of him and swallowed before standing up “Please, let me fuck you” He whimpered kissing her lips softly

“Are you still jealous?” She asked looking up at him with raised eyebrows

“Yes. Very much so” He admitted, even though he had just been sucked off

“Then, no” She Said, kissing his cheek before unlocking the door and walking out, closing the door behind her, leaving a very flustered and needy Carlos behind

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TOA’ LA NOCHE 

Summary: You meet Carlos at a nightclub and spend toda la noche with him [2.1k]

[carlos sainz x reader ]

Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, Spanish (might be a mix between Spain Spanish and Colombian Spanish, which is what I speak lol)

 If there's any I missed let me know!

note: This was inspired by this TikTok that I’ve been obsessed with recently. I’ve been absolutely obsessed with this man. Also, I’m not very versed in writing smut and I’ve only written it a few times so I apologize in advance if it sounds a little confusing lmao. 

here’s the playlist that I listened to while writing

Your skin is starting to feel sticky as find yourself surrounded by mountains of people, all seemingly moving in unison with you. Sweat seems to be beading at the back of your neck and on your hairline. The sultry voices of Feid and Rauw Alejandro echo in your ears, the bass reverberating in your chest. The lights are bright, creating a halo around you. Your hips sway to the beat as you drunkenly and loosely gyrate them against one of your girlfriends. You're a giggling mess as she wraps her arms around and twirls. You let yourself go and give in to the music. The beat is almost intoxicating as you throw your head back and let out a breath.

You feel your friend tug on a strand of your hair before pointing out a group of guys standing just a few feet from you. They're standing in a half circle, dancing with each other, singing along and pumping their fists into the air. A brown-haired one whispers into another’s ear, almost exactly mirroring the interaction you just had with your friend. Your eyes wander over to the dark-haired man next to him and you feel your breath hitch in your throat at your eyes meet. He stands only slightly taller than the other man. He’s wearing a linen shirt, the buttons only done up halfway, exposing his hard chest. His hair is slightly wet, a sign that he combed his fingers through it far too many times. You feel your cheeks warm up, though you weren't sure they could get any hotter under the light, and you let out a shy smirk. 

There are people separating your two groups but between bodies, Carlos can clearly see as you continue moving against your friend, meeting your eyes in fleeting glances. Your friend lets go of you for a second, but you continue moving on your own, hands going up over your head and eyes closed. He weaves through the crowd and towards you, hands finding home on your hips. You tense up slightly before realizing it's him and relaxing in his arms. You feel his hands wander over your hips, threading his fingers in your belt loops. The song ends and another begins, the tempo slowing. You half expect him to let go and move back to his friends but he stays, moving with you. His head falls to your shoulder and you can feel a smile on his lips as he presses them to your skin. His fingers tighten their hold on you, lips now moving higher on the column of your neck. You let out a squeal as he nips lightly at your ear. He presses his hips hard against your bum, letting out a soft hmm as you find yourself burrowing ever more into his chest. He brings his lips to your ear and just over the music you hear him ask:

“quieres salir de aquí y encontrar un lugar un poco más privado?” (do you wanna get out of here and find a place that’s a little more private?)

You look up at him, nodding as his grip leaves you briefly. You see him yell out to his friends and you signal to yours where you're going and you make your way through the crowd and out the doors of the club. Your hands are intertwined as you make your way to his hotel across the street. Between wet kisses and wandering hands, you manage to catch his name as he mutters it out.  You likewise tell him yours as he’s pulling you through the door and into his room.

He doesn’t give you much time to think, pressing you to the door, lips finding their way back to yours. He licks into your mouth as your hands wander over each other’s skin. The pace is fast and needy as you reach into the front of his pants, undoing his belt and giving his hardening length a squeeze. He moans in your mouth, the sound sending a chill down your back and between your legs. His hands pull your shirt over your head, tossing it behind you. 

He pushes off the door, maneuvering you to the bed, sending you crashing onto the sheets. His arms cage you to the bed as his lips wander over your exposed skin. His fingers pull the lace cups of your bra down, pulling the fabric tight under your breast. His lips latch onto your pebbled nipple, the hand not supporting him above you, going to squeeze at the other. You bite your lip, stifling a moan as it tries to make its way passed your lips. 

“dejame escucharte, gatito.” (let me hear you, kitten) he says as his lips travel even further down your body. He licks down the valley between your breasts, blowing on the skin, goosebumps appearing over the area. You let out a shaky breath as he trails his fingers over your navel and down to your ever-moistening panties. He looks up at you with his honey-coloured eyes as if asking your permission to pull your panties off of you. As soon as you give him the green light, he’s prying them from you, hands dragging down your legs as he does so. 

“ay, mor, no seas asi,” (ay, love, don’t be like that) you say as he bites gently into the fat of your thighs, fingers gripping tightly, making sure you stayed wide open for him. His smile is teasing, eyes hooded with desire as he continues to move around the area where you need him most. His tongue is gentle and soft as it finally slides over your slit, his thick bottom lip following quickly behind. He takes his time tasting you, tongue prodding at your hole. He goes slowly, sensually as he eats like a man starved. He pulls away completely, lips and nose coated in your slick. You whine at the loss of contact. He chuckles, pressing more gently kisses to the inner part of your thigh.

“carlos…” 

“dime.” (tell me.) he says, resting his cheek on your thigh, a smirk on his lips. You let out a whine.

“quiero más,” (i want more.) you beg, voice almost broken and dripping with want. He raises an eyebrow, tongue going over his teeth.

“como qué?” (like what?) he asks, an innocent look painted over his face. You let out a huff and he shakes his head gently.

“tranquilla, amor. yo te dare todo lo que tu quieras.” (it’s ok, love. i’ll give you everything you want.)

His pointer and middle fingers trace over your lips, pulling them apart before pushing them into the pink flesh of your cunt. The air gets caught in your throat as his lips return to your clit, pulling it between his lips. Your hand goes to his silky hair, pulling on it. He let out a soft hum, a dull vibration caressing your sensitive skin. He curls his fingers, almost as if he were reaching for a button deep within you. You feel yourself shatter, your eyes squeezed shut as an orgasm crashes over you. Your chest is heaving as Carlos works you through it, gently scissoring his fingers out of your aching core. 

He pulls away, standing at his full height as he seems to catch his breath as well. His hair is sticking up and messy from your hands and there is a pink hue scattered over his cheeks. He’s smirking as he looks down at you, admiring his dishevelled work of art. He peels off his shirt, dropping it at his feet. You push yourself up, hands going to his unbuckled belt and zipper. 

“no es nada justo que todavía tienes esto puesto,” (it’s not fair at all that you’re still wearing all of this) you say, hands going over his tight abdomen. You let your fingers trace over his v-line, moving to right beneath his navel. You press your lips there, letting your tongue wet his skin. Carlos wraps his hand around your jaw, stopping you from going any further.

“por lo mucho que me gusta verte así, ahorita solo quiero esta dentro de ti.” (as much as i love seeing you like this, right now i just want to be inside you) You let out a quiet ok and lean back on your elbows and watch as he fully undressed his lower half. Your gaze wanders down, widening just slightly as you take all of him in. You can’t help but feel your core wetten at the sight. There’s a dark look in his eyes as he crawls over to you.

For a second it’s as if the world slows down. The sounds of traffic outside fade away and it’s just the two of you, enveloped in one another. His eyes meet yours as he holds himself above you. You can see the freckles littered over his nose and the faint mole on his cheek. You drag a finger over his bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. You lick into each other’s mouths, both letting out a long breath. He lines himself up with your sopping cunt and lets out a whine as he fills you to the hilt.

The stretch is delicious, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Your legs are loosely wrapped around his waist. You're a moaning mess underneath Carlos as he starts to gently push in and out of you. Your hands wander over the smooth skin of his shoulders, fingernails digging crescent moon into his flesh. His nose nudges yours as you breathe in each other’s pants. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he loses himself in you. Your scent, the tremble in your voice, the taste of your skin. He falls to his elbows, using one hand to push your left knee up to your chest. It allows him to fuck deeper into you and you feel him bang into your g-spot.  You let out a gasp and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, swallowing your noise.

His breathing is hard, grunting with every thrust, chest heaving with every breath he takes. The sounds of skin colliding and your moans are the only thing you can hear. His whimpers sound like music to your ears as he tucks his face into your neck. You move one of your hands and grip his asscheek, pushing it as close as you could to yourself. 

“joder, me podria perder en esta cosita aqui.” (fuck, I could get lost in this little thing here) he groans out. He pulls out quickly and instructs you to turn around. You get on your hands and knees as he grips your hips from behind. He swiftly pushes into you again, knocking you down to your elbows, ass now high in the air. You let out a cry as his hand rubs over your bundle of nerves. You feel as if you are teetering on the edge of a chasm, only held up by a string that’s ready to break. His growls only grow louder as he continues to pound into you and his pace becomes sloppy.  

“vamos, nena,” (come on baby,) he says into the soft skin of your back. “yo sé que puedes.” (i know you can do it) You let out a cry, letting the string snap and you fall. You feel Carlos pull your arms out and over your head, forcing your face into the soft duvet. He interlaces his finger with yours and holding on tightly he spills into you. After a few seconds, he lets his body weight lay over you, unable to hold himself up any longer. You both hiss as he pulls himself out, revelling in his cum dripping down your thighs. He wraps his hand around you turning you over slowly. He lays behind you as your breaths regain their normal rhythm.

He presses his lips and nose to your back, inhaling the smell of sex and scent on your skin. You let out a giggle as the breeze coming from his lips tickles over your skin. You fiddle with his fingers and slowly turn over to look at him. His skin glistens with sweat but it makes him look more like an oiled-up Greek god as opposed to a man coming down from the highs of sex. 

“fuck, eres extraordinaria, mi amor.” (you are extraordinary, my love)

a/n: oh geez I definitely had too much fun writing this. some of the translations aren’t 100% exact, it just sounds similar and better to me like that lol. let me know what y'all think! comments and reblogs are always welcomed <3

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Wicked Little Games

Summary: It’s time you were formally introduced to your new bodyguard, Andy and you believe a good bodyguard knows how to take care of every inch of your body. Steve will show him everything he needs to know.

Pairing: Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, creampies, oral (m receiving), double cockwarming/spitroasting, smut, public sex, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism, brief choking, pussy slapping, spanking, dom/sub vibes, roleplaying

A/N: First sinday drabble. Don’t copy, translate, rewrite or repost my fics. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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“What did you say to me?” Steve’s sapphire eyes narrow, his head tilting to the side as he contemplates your words.

He’s perplexed.

Not because of what you said, but how you said it. The disrespect rolling off your tongue had him speechless for a minute. He’s Steve fucking Rogers, men cower just hearing his name. He walks into a room and people either flee or try to appease him. Steve commands respect by simply breathing. But you. You fucking brat can’t even listen when he tells you to wait two goddamn hours for his meetings to finish up.

The mafia boss sighs through gritted teeth, watching you stroll across his office, the rose gold minidress clinging to your hips, his ire rising with every step you take because he vividly remembers telling you never to even think about leaving the mansion in that outfit.

“What did you say?” He asks again, his voice strained by his rapidly fraying control. Steve never repeats himself, and the fact that you made him do it in front of his men has his blood boiling.

He expects you to defer to him, giving you one last chance to explain yourself. But he shouldn’t have kept you waiting, you’re too fired up to listen to him. Steve watches you saunter around his desk, your fingertips sweeping across his strewn paperwork. Running his tongue across his teeth, the slow tap of his pen on the smooth cherry wood matches your footsteps.

And for a second, he thinks you’re finally going to behave.

You can see it in his blue eyes, he murmurs your name, his large hand patting his thigh. And you smile sweetly at him, you wait until his lips reflexively curve in response. “I’ll be done soon, come here and I’ll let you-,”

To his disbelief, you ignore him, instead; you turn your attention to his newest hire,-soon to be your newest bodyguard-Andrew Barber. You push away from his desk and stroll to the table where he’s sitting with Bucky, openly assessing him as you approach the massive, well-built man. Damn, he can barely fit in his chair, the seams of his shirt straining around his large biceps. He cautiously observes you through his long eyelashes, a wry smile tugging at his plump lips.

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DilfMafia!Stucky - who has the bigger breeding kink? Do they try and one up each other with it?

Mildly NSFW thots below the gif. No minors.

Steve has the bigger breeding kink which is fine with you because it pairs very well with his overstimulation and praise kinks. His favorite thing is to have you lay with your back on his chest, your legs on either side of his thighs while he holds your wrists above your head with one hand and uses his long thick fingers to push his cum back into your swollen pussy. "This pretty little pussy is going to take every last drop I gave her. You did so good for me, mo chridhe, now you're going to give me one more."

Now well Steve is obsessed with keeping you full, Bucky likes to watch his cum drip out of you. He will keep you in front of a mirror (at home, in the dressing room of his favorite store, the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office) so he can make you look at yourself as he slowly fucks it back into you. But what he really loves is to get fuck you early in the morning, before Steve wakes up, making sure to get you nice and full and then slide you on top of Steve so he feels how wet and messy you already are.

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How much do I have to pay you for writing at least a mini headcanon where Like Family reader and Ivan have a nice and sweet conversation and he actually interacts? Like he fully acepts her?

For you, my love it’s free 😊 I made this into a blurb instead of a headcanon but I hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long to do I have so much in my inbox that I’m slowly getting to. 

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“Ivan I didn’t know you could draw!” you gasp at finding him in your living room, sketching a portrait of someone. 

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, just, that’s beautiful.” you sit down next to him on the couch. 

At a distance you just assumed the portrait was of a random person but now that you were closer you could make it the familiar features of Viktor’s face coming to life on the paper. 

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Do you remember the LikeFamily! Story? I wanna now how are these 3 (reader, Viktor❤️ and Ivan) spending quarantine together?

I do remember! That was one of my favorites to write!

Here’s the link to Like Family (Viktor Drago x Reader) if you wanna read! And the steamier second part Risky Business

Honesty I feel like all three of them would be kinda forced to bond more. Now that Ivan has kinda warmed up to idea of reader and Viktor being together it’s slowly like he’s talking to the reader more and they watch movies together and it’s just even more wholesome.

They all have dinner as a family now and it used to kinda be awkward cause neither Ivan nor Viktor are very talkative people but reader gets them to open up especially during quarantine, it’s like her mission to do so!

Going to the gym isn’t a thing anymore so Ivan and Viktor set up a little home gym as best they can and reader likes to watch them work from the comfort of her couch!

And of course, all those late night steamy fuck session with reader and Viktor are a must cause now he has more time with her and he for sure isn’t gonna let that go to waste