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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Bad Reputation

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Sainz!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.2K

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Omg this is random but can you pls write bad reputation max x super good girl reader? Like everyone says she shouldn’t go for max and criticising their relationship, saying he’s bad for her and whatever but they just don’t know him like she does and we all know max is the sweetest person irl (and Netflix is a bitch for pushing a bad agenda about him) and it’s just all the sweet secret moments they have between them? Kinda like the song ‘call it what you want’ by taylor swift & delicate (‘my reputations never been worse, so you must like me for me’) 🥺

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, secret relationship, Papa and Carlos are fuckers, Carlos is a petty bitch, nothing major honestly

Max Verstappen The Notorious Bad Guy That Stole A Championship

You scuff at the news article on your phone. How ridiculous. Not only was it dragging up old wounds, but distasteful simply due to Max dominating right now.

"Something wrong?" Your eyes peer at your brother over your sunglasses. "No, just another distasteful article about Max again." You try to reign in the anger of your words, but it's evident as the man across from you raises his eyebrow. "You defend him too much." Rolling your eyes, you want to bite back that you don't.

It'd be a lie, of course. You knew Max better than everyone else. Yet, you had to keep that hidden from the world. "You're just jealous because he's been kicking your ass." Sticking your tongue out at your brother Carlos who flips you off. "Carlos, you put your finger down right now." Your mother hisses, fixing your hair which has you moving away.

"She's not a baby, Mama," Carlos grumbles, leaning back into the lawn chair. "Carlos, your sister is a good girl. Don't sully her eyes." Your mother sighs, placing plates of food down. "Mama, stop. I'm not a child." You grumble, lowering the brightness on your phone.

You hated having to hide your relationship with Max. But, he was known to have a horrible temper, foul-mouthed, cheater, thief, and everything else under the sun. But, to you? He was calm, a boy who grew into a man too quickly, chasing the records to be etched into greatness. Max's foul mouth was never pointed at you. That mouth gave you soft promises and sweet nothings.

Everyone judged him because of DTS, his radios, and the fact he had no remorse when it came to the races, driving hard and winning hard. They needed someone to blame, and Max was the easy escape for fans and teams alike.

I saw the article. You didn't steal it. You won fairly. They don't want to admit it.

Hitting send, you place your phone on your lap, waiting for a reply. You knew it'd be late in Monaco as you enjoyed the summer break with Carlos back home in Spain. Throughout the night, you kept checking your phone, unable to help yourself. A soft buzz on your lap has your smile growing more than usual as you look at your phone.

I could care less; I'll only care if they involve you. No one knows yet, and that's for the best. When do you come back? I miss you.

Those three words have your heart beating faster. He missed you? Max and you haven't been together long, just shy of 7 months. Still, in that honeymoon phase, you always made excuses to your brother and his friends about why you couldn't hang out. Carlos was going suspicious, even once tried following you only to see you go to a bookstore.

I miss you too. Have to go. Carlos is about to-

You hit send just as Carlos snatches your phone. "Carlos! Give it back!" Swiping for the phone, Carlos steps back as he looks at your screen. He laughs as you two fight for the phone, but it dings, making you frantic. "Carlos, please. Please give me back my phone. I'm begging you." Desperation evident. "What? Texting your boyfriend?" Carlos jokes, but that smile of his slips when he reads the text.

"Carlos, I can explain." He tosses your phone back, all traces of your brother gone, replaced with a pissed-off man. "Max answered your text. We'll talk later." He whispers in your ear, going back to his seat. The rest of the family joining the two of you now. Looking down at your phone, you see the text and know Carlos is about to lose his mind.

Call me. Love you buttercup

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Lying on your bed, you stare at Max's contact. You want to call him, but you know Carlos is waiting for the party downstairs to die so he can slip away. Max had texted you multiple times since the afternoon, ranging from asking how dinner was to asking if you were angry with him.

"Y/n?" Shooting up, you fix your shirt as your older brother Carlos pokes his head in. "I'm still awake." Carlos pushes the door wider, fitting his body through before closing it with no sound. "Do I need to ask, or will you tell me?" He moves from the door to lay on your bed, you following him. "Carlos, please don't make me." He huffs, his larger hand holding yours. "Why? Because you'll know what I'll say? And I will say it, pequeña." You sit up, staring at your phone screen.

It lights up, Max's smiling face staring at you. Unable to look at it, you hit decline and mute it. "He's good to me, Carlos." Your brother snorts, rolling his eyes at those words. "So what? You know his reputation. He's a loose canon that doesn't care who he hurts. You'll be a casualty in his warpath." Carlos sits up, rubbing your shoulder as he stands. "Dump him, pequeña. He'll only hurt you." Carlos doesn't wait for an answer, leaving with a sense of accomplishment, thinking you'll dump Max.

Standing, you look at yourself in the mirror. The small silver bracelet with a little lion hides slips from your sleeve, reminding you of the day Max gave it to you.

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3 months ago

"Max, I'm going to be late. Carlos and Papa are strict about curfew." It was stupid, but the men in your family still gave you a curfew. You did have the good girl image as the youngest Sainz to uphold. "We've got 30 minutes. Besides, I can get us back in 5," Max smirks, tugging you through the crowded festival.

Smiling, you tug him back, wrapping your other arm around the one holding your hand. Unable to help himself, he leans down, kissing you without a care who saw. "Come on. There is one stand I want to visit." High off the kiss, you nod as you move around the people. Max stops before this tiny little stand with an older woman making jewelry.

"Excuse me, can you make this for me?" The older woman smiles, taking a slip of paper in Max's hand. Opening it, her smile grows as she nods and gets to work. "What's she making?" Max shushes you, kissing your ear. "Be patient, buttercup." Unable to stop the blush, you turn away, hiding your face in his side. Laughing, he kisses the top of your head as fireworks explode above.

The older woman finishes what she is working on, handing it to Max. Pocketing it, he hands over more money than needed. Before the woman notices, Max tugs you away. "Where are we going?" You yell over the loud music and fireworks. "Somewhere, quiet." The farther you walk, the music starts to fade, but the fireworks still burst into colors above. You gasp, seeing a little gazebo with a pond around it. "Come on." He urges, pulling you out of your haze.

The two of you run to the gazebo, you jumping up the ledge so you can look Max in the eye. "How'd I get so lucky?" Max whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I think I should be asking that." With a hum, you rest your head on his chest, watching the fireworks. Max says nothing as you enjoy the show and others' warmth. "Oh, this is for you," Max whispers, leaning down to grab something from his pocket.

"Max, you shouldn't have gotten me anything." Hating when he spends money on you. "Stop. You're the light in my life right now. Let me be the one to make it burn brighter." Shutting you up with a kiss. Pulling away with giggles, he places the silver bracelet in your palm, looking away. Peering at it, your heart squeezes as you stare at a little lion head dangling off it.

"We can't always be together when we're so close, sooo," Max groans, shy at admitting this. "This will prove that even though I can't always be next to you, I'm here." Pointing at the lion's head, looking up, he stops seeing tears in your eyes. "It's perfect. I love you." Your eyes grow wide as you both take in what you have just said.

"Oh, Max. God, it's so earlier. I'm so-" Words get swallowed as his lips mesh with yours, kissing away your apologies. "Don't apologize. I love you too, Y/n Sainz." The two of you laugh, losing yourself in one another. Curfew be damned.

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Present Day

"Stay away from Max. Today is a race day, we don't need you getting caught and your name being ruined." Your father hisses so others don't hear. So much for trusting Carlos. He told your father immediately, not even giving you a chance. "Yes, Papi." Your father nods and lets you go, heading to talk to your cousin and Carlos.

Carlos looks at you smiling, but you lift your hand, flipping him off; no shame in showing off the bracelet Max gave you. Carlos's face turns sour, leaning in, whispering something to your father, who turns his face filled with rage. "Mama, going for a drink." Your mother waves you off, slipping through people, careful not to be spotted by cameras or media personnel.

It was stupid and reckless. You knew that walking that way was asking for trouble. You just couldn't help it, wanting one glimpse of Max. Stepping back and into the shadows, cameras come rushing past saying they just saw Max. Looking up, you feel a presence behind you and a hand on your mouth. Letting out a scream, it's muffled as that warm voice soothes you. "Buttercup, it's me." Automatically your body relaxes into his.

"Max?" Chuckling, he drops his hand, spinning you around. Fingers going for the lion head rubbing it. "Papi and my family know." Max's smile falls, fingers still, and he steps back. "Oh." You hate that he's doing this. Shutting down and refusing to talk about this. "Max, hey." Grabbing his hand, you pull him back close. "Please don't shut down on me. Please, I don't care what my family says. I love you." Max sighs, looking down at you as he yanks you into a hug.

"I love you too, but I don't want my reputation to harm you." He whispers into your hair, his racing heart calming by holding you in his arms. "Fuck that. I want you, Max. I picked you. You were my first and last choice." Max leans down, kissing the bracelet, then your lips. "I have to go. Race is about to start." You nod, giving him one last kiss as you watch him rush off.

"Where were you?" You control the urge to roll your eyes at your brother. You're tired of hiding how you feel, and you weren't going to be ashamed of it. "I was with Max. If you have a problem with it, deal with it." You hiss before joining the rest of your family, refusing to say a word.

"YES!" You knew it was wrong to scream loudly when Max crossed the line, a photo finish with your brother. You didn't care. Max deserved this win, but Carlos didn't. The backstabber needed to feel this sting, and you're glad he would. Ripping off the headphones, you make a run to parc ferme, only to be yanked back.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Your father snarls. "LET GO OF ME!" People turn, your father letting you go immediately as you take deep breaths. "I love him! I love him, Papi! He's the only one who understands me and is a good man! But you and Carlos are so blinded by the media and the rumors that you don't see how happy I am! So fuck you and this stupid image! I'm going to kiss the love of my life." Laughing, you turn, bolting off, watching Max jump out of the car, celebrating.

"MAX!" Hearing your voice, his helmet turns, looking at you. Without a second thought, he rushes over, scooping you up, pulling you over the rails as you hug him tight. "I love you, I love you." You repeat before you lean back, kissing his helmet. You can see his eyes scrunch in happiness.

"I don't care what people say; I don't care about your bad reputation. You're mine, good or bad. I choose you." Max laughs, spinning you around as people scream and cheer. From the corner of your eye, you see a red storm past, not even looking at you. He'll get over it. Even if he doesn't, you still have Max.

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norris55s · 2 months

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drunk in love - carlos sainz

driver reader x carlos sainz smut

warnings: mature content ahead. please don't read if you're under 18! afab reader, smut, penetrating sex, oral f receiving

a/n: first published written piece! i've overthought it for a long ass time so here it is and i hope it's not half bad lol and there isn't much of a plot either so there's that, it's just thirst and me being weak for a carlos x driver pairing

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Time seemed to stop as Carlos’ hands went from resting on your neck and cheeks, to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. He couldn’t envelop you enough in his arms, he somehow wanted more.

“Carlos”, you whined into the most passionate kiss you had ever been given. “If you want me to stop you have to say it now,” he pulled away to speak but returned his lips to yours a fraction of a second later. After tasting you, he wasn’t sure how he would ever pull away again, and prayed you wouldn’t want him to stop.

You should want him to stop. You should want to run away. You should, because he was your greatest threat in the championship battle, and going any further with him complicates the already high stakes. But you don’t want him to stop.

You couldn’t even speak with the way he was kissing you; he was a man starved and you felt dizzy with how desperate he seemed to be close you. After you didn’t tell him to stop and only held onto his hair harder, wanting to deepen a kiss impossible to deepen more, he pushed you against the wall and began to move towards the zipper of your dress.

He felt your goosebumps and almost grinned at the effect his touch had on you; almost like the one you had on him. After pushing the zipper down, he pulled away from the kiss again to look into your eyes for your final consent. “Are you sure?” Carlos asked as his brown eyes stared you down filled with lust but wanting you to be certain about what you were doing to ease his heart. “Please,” you moaned back at him, and it was enough for the man in front of you to go right back to kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before as he pulled down the straps of your dress. You returned the favor of helping take his clothes off, undoing his belt and taking of his shirt. In a split second he carried you to his hotel room bed, and finished undressing you even faster but paradoxically taking his sweet time admiring the sight in front of him.

It had been years and years of Carlos imagining you naked in his bed and the real thing was a million times better. You are a goddess in his eyes and he couldn’t believe he has the chance to touch you in all your divinity.

He wasn’t hard to look at either. His tan, glowing skin looked beyond perfect under the dim lights, and you seized the opportunity to feel how he tensed his muscles under your touch. His attractiveness was beyond your comprehension, but your body knew exactly how to react.

His right hand spread your legs as he kept looking at you, and very much almost moaned at how wet your cunt felt already. His ego beamed and he softly, consistently rubbed your clit to continue the trend. Your mouth quickly began emitting the most beautiful sounds Carlos had ever heard, and he wanted more, so he positioned himself between your thighs and pressed his tongue against your beautiful pussy. There was no sweeter taste on the planet than that of your cunt, no better sounds than those of your moans and whimpers, and no better sight than you naked under him. He’d be damned if he didn’t take you to heaven for allowing him to witness you like this.

“Fuck, Carlos, you’re so good,” was all you could think about as his tongue fucked into you over and over again, with just the right amount of pressure and speed. Soon enough, he slid two fingers in your hole and moved his tongue expertly against your clit. You cried out his name again, music to his ears, and he pumped his fingers at a painfully slow pace contrasting to his rapid licks on your ever more sensitive clit.

It was only a matter of time before you came in his mouth, nearly screaming and holding onto his hair. “God, you taste so good,” he climbed on top of you, never breaking eye contact as he locked your lips again. “Tell me I can fuck you, please,” he asked earnestly, as if there was a chance you would say no. “Carlos, fuck me. Give me your cock, please,” you begged, drunk off the pleasure he was giving you, and guided his member in your entrance with your hand.

He was inside you before either of you could wrap your hands around the fact that there was no turning back. He swore so many times in his head, and a couple out loud, as he felt your tight walls wrap around him. You felt the delicious sting of the stretch his big cock was giving you, moaning his name to his mouth.

“Fuck, you were made for me,” he stated as he took the first thrust. And you believed it. Your bodies and minds were so in sync it gave you whiplash; the passionate sex he was giving you was like nothing you’d experienced before. “You are incredible, you are making me feel incredible” you thought and said, almost as a prayer, as a sign of a newly found devotion. “Fuck me harder.” And Carlos didn’t need to be told twice. His thrust pace became merciless, your breasts bouncing roughly as he mounted you. “Your dick is so big,” all the thoughts in your head were pouring out, praising the man who was giving you the best sex of your life, “I feel so fucking good.” “You’re taking me so well,” he replied, sweat dripping down his defined chest, “Me encanta tu coño”. (I love your cunt).

In between all the kisses, love bites, curse words and back scratches, you both came at the same time. His hot cum filled your pussy and he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

As you came down from your high and took deep breaths together, his eyes looked up at you. You couldn’t tell the emotion behind them, but he quickly let you know. “I love you.”

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thisismeracing · 3 months

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To be alone with you | CS55

― Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader ― Warnings: mentions of food; typos. ― Summary: A glimpse into Yn's little reading world and how Carlos supports her passion. ― A/n: None of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps, but the work is, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yourusername slow afternoons with books, coffee, and my lover 🤍 to be alone with you 🤍 (I am obsessed with the copy of 'the book of disquiet' he got me, te amo, carlito!)

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carlossainz55 te quiero, cariño 💓

carlossainz55 I just got to chapter five of that book, answer my messages my mind is *blowing* 🤯

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hammertimee can you imagine reading fernando pessoa from the original? I'm so jealous of her, omw to get myself enrolled into a Portuguese course .............

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carlossainz55 Mrs. Funny pants huh? 🤨

⤷ yourusername yeah, but your humor won me over

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scuderiaferrari we loved to have you, yn! 😍

⤷ mclaren us too, yn! you should watch the next race from our garage (we'll get you all the coffee you want!)

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⤷ carlossainz55 you guys know she's MY girlfriend, right?

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⤷ carlossainz55 ¿qué?

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f1girliefics · 5 months

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F1 Drivers Morning After - Preferences

Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri x Reader

Warning: mention of smut, virginity

Max Verstappen

You remembered every detail the next morning when you woke up.

You recalled how sweet and sexy he was.

And now, you were still in his arms as you felt him taking in and out steady breaths.

You assumed he was still asleep.

You managed to wiggle out of his hold and put his shirt on before heading to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast.

He soon joined you in the kitchen.

"I wanted to surprise you." he said with a low morning voice as you turned to hug him.

"Looks like this time, I was faster than Max Verstappen himself." you smiled at you.

"You get 1st place. But only this once." he said as he leaned in to kiss you.

Daniel Ricciardo

Danny likes to joke, but nothing about your relationship was a joke to him. He proved that he can be very serious and still have that amazing smile to keep you calm.

Much like how he had done the night before.

You were very anxious, and you were still a little now, seeing how he seemed to have disappeared.

The door opened and he had a tray in his hands.

"Good morning, beautiful."

That smile, that damn smile.

As he sat down next to you, kissed your temple and presented the food he made, your worries disappeared.

Carlos Sainz

You woke up to kisses being placed on your shoulder and neck. The tickle made you giggle as you moved or rather tried to.

Carlos had a grip on you, not letting you out of his warmth.

"Morning," he said and you let out a long sigh.

You felt so warm and calm.

You loved this feeling of just being with him.

Charles Leclerc

He knew from day one that you wanted to wait until marriage. And he respected your decision.

He made a promise then that he would be your husband one day.

And yesterday, he became just that.

Your loving husband who made sure you were comfortable as you two made love.

And now, he was holding you close to his chest as you lay in a huge bed. You could hear the ocean from the house you two rented for your honeymoon.

And you swore it couldn't be any more perfect. Seeing him asleep, you watched his features as he slept.

Lando Norris

You woke up to the cold.

You opened your eyes only to find that your blanket was missing.

Your hazy mind didn't even realize what was going on, all you saw is that the person next to you had taken your blanket and was now sleeping soundly.

You stood up to grab a shirt and pee.

On your way to the bathroom, you nearly ran into a wall.

You were still very sleepy.

But soon, you were in the kitchen getting yourself some water.

This is when you realise what happened.

Images of last night filled your mind as you realized you just had sex with your boyfriend. And he stole your blanket after... nice.

You walked back to the bedroom, Lando still asleep. The clock on the wall was showing 5:40am.

You needed to go back to sleep. The thought that Lando had no work tomorrow and neither did you filled your mind as you realized, you two can stay in bed for as long as you wanted to.

You grabbed a blanket for yourself before moving back to the bed.

You moved close to him and fell asleep to the smell and soft snores of your boyfriend.

Oscar Piastri

You always imagined your first time to be special, and he made sure that it really was.

You felt special.

And now, you couldn't fall asleep.

You assumed you would be too tired, but somehow, you just couldn't sleep.

Oscar slept soundly right beside you, he was facing you, his hand holding yours.

You soon let out a yawn and fell asleep.

In the morning you woke up, slowly opening your eyes only to see Oscar looking at you.

You smiled as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand.

You felt so warm and happy in that moment, you were too scared to move, fearing it would ruin the moment.

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pvrkacciosan · 8 months

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Prize Podium

Synopsis: You decide to announce your pregnancy to him in a moment of fame.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz X Fem!reader

Warnings; idk

Word count: 1K

You knew he could win this weekend. Something deep in your bones was telling you Carlos was going to get a podium.

Which only made your planning all the more exciting, you had known for about three weeks that you had tested positive with a pregnancy test, and had it confirmed last week by a doctor's appointment. Now there was one thing left to do, Tell Carlos.

Your plan was simple, make a sign to hold up for when he was on the podium, It wasn't as extravagant as some of the other pregnancy announcements you'd seen online, but you knew Carlos and mixing the two things he was most passionate about, you could think of nothing better and no other way to tell him he was going to become a father to a new Sainz Jnr.

Most of his team were in on the surprise, the mechanics moved with an air of excitement, which Carlos has mentioned to you before he climbed into the car.

It has taken everything in your composure to not smile when he asked if you knew why they were all super happy, something to do with, he hadn't won yet.

On the current grid, this would be the most recent child born of any driver after Max and his wife had their daughter Zoe.

You had met the girl a few times and saw how Carlos looked at the little family. With such longing it has made your heart seize.

But now all you were feeling was nerves, worry bit in that maybe you had read his signals wrong, maybe he didn't want to have a kid with you.

Your hand pulls the sign up over your legs, sat in a chair in the garage, you could heat the head mechanic speaking to Carlos though the headsets, despite the outside noise of the others teams.

"Carlos we need this podium, you think you can get faster on the corners"

You didn't hear your fiance's response, but the team members with headsets all shot you sidelong excited glances.

It's simple to say they are equally as excited about the prospect of miniature Sainz running around, despite the distraction having a baby in here would pose.

You continued to watch the monitors, Carlos was two points of a second behind Lando, you knew they would always be happy for each other, the previous team-mates like brothers.

Lando was also privy to the surprise, you could spot the exact moment Lando slipped slightly too wide, allowing Carlos just enough room to slipstream his way past on an inside line.

That put him up into second place of the podium,

It didn't appear like any other drivers was getting anywhere close as Lando defends against them, stopping them from potentially knocking Carlos from the podium. Whether he has done it intentionally or not, you had to thank the British driver later.

That's simply left Max in pole position. He was almost half a minute in front of second position, you could see how he was driving, Carlos was fighting to keep up.

With every turn and straight he raced on faster, chasing Max down.

Something must had caused a delay, as when Max flew out from the pits during a tyre chance, he was only just in front of Carlos now.

You felt the air shift in the garage as they began fighting for the pole position.

You heart was hammering in your chest with excitement as they zipped onto the finally lap, it was still so uncertain who was going to be the first to cross the finish line.

They were at the last corner when Max came precariously close to pushing Carlos off the track, but your fiance didn't back down, pushing it he seemed to floor the throttle,

Rattling the car on until both flew over the finish line.

There was a bustle around the garage from the team, you could pick up on how they believed the FIA might review the footage,

You gathered what you had with you, moving with the team, there was two of them that stayed practically glued to your side, making sure you weren't too squashed between the excited mass of people. Body blocking them from bumping into you too much.

The smile smacked straight across you face when you looked up to the podium, Carlos standing right in the pole position. Max in second and Lando in third

Max has been given a five second penalty for pushing Carlos off the track. Giving his just an edge to snatch up the first position.

Pride beamed in your chest as Carlos scanned the crowd for you, it was nice to hear something other then the Dutch national anthem, you held the sign below the height of the crowd, you needed to wait for the right moment.

Once the trophy has been presented to each driver, you wiggled your way through the sea of red suits, the Ferrari team allowed you passage and even got you through the gate, you didn't want to know who they talked to to make that happen.

But as the champagne was sprayed you got ready, unfolding the sign, you held it up above your head, Lando was the first to spot you, slapping an alcohol soaked hand onto Carlos' shoulder, your fiance turned over his shoulder.

His face dropped and you saw the screens above pan into his face, and before you knew it the cameras had followed his line of sight.

You appeared on the screen next, the sign,

Baby Sainz coming May 2024.

Carlos' expression crumpled and he broke down, Lando hugging into his friends side, he raised the bottle to you, drinking some of what was left.

The crowds of fans and other teams yelled in excitement, you watched as Max clapped Carlos shoulder in congratulations.

Over by the Red Bull team you could see Zoe, and her mum hugged next to the barrier, watching Max with a fond expression.

You almost wept at the sight, that could be you next year, and as Carlos rushed down from the podiums to pull you into his embrace,

You couldn't help but be anything but wholly excited.

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My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 3

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

After the Charles incident you didn’t really know what to do. The next weeks to come you continued straight on from France into 2 rounds at the Red Bull Ring. Of course everyone was looking to Max for the wins as this was the home for the team.

Practice hadn’t gone well, and it was completely your fault.

You’d gone 12th fastest in FP1, however when your best friend from home surprised you at the track you had the time to confide in her.

You told her all about what had happened with your twin and with Charles and Max. She was just as shocked as you were.

You showed her everywhere while you guys went to get some snacks to bring back to your drivers room.

You ended up bumping into some of the drivers, but the one you stuck around the most was Max, he asked you how you were after the post France fiasco and you’d asked him to drop it.

He ended up changing the conversation to your friend asking who she was and you guys all spoke about that instead which as a delight for you.

Eventually Max needed to go for some kind of Red Bull test, and he left you two to get back to the McLaren Paddock.

You guys gossiped like two little girls until Zac and Nico your race engineer came into your drivers room telling you it was time for FP2.

After having that pep talk from Y/BF/N you went 2nd fastest only 0.3 of a second behind Max himself. You were glowing when you came out the car. Everyone was congratulating you and the McLaren admins were taking pictures and videos of you happily getting out of the car!

However, when you turned your head looking towards the garage entrance you couldn’t see Y/BF/N anywhere. You finished up your media duties, talking about the pace of the car and how your head was clear on the flyers you did in FP2.

You spent ages looking for you friend, you assumed she’d stay in your hotel room with you so you were looking for her all around the track.

You eventually gave up sending her a text instead asking where she was to which she sent a short reply explaining she was back at her own hotel.

You went back to yours, laying awake thinking of qualifying and how tomorrow would go.

You thought you’d have a really good day today, you woke up extra early having a nice hotel breakfast and going to the paddock in a really nice outfit from one of your clothing sponsors Versace.

But when you got the the paddock seeing Y/BF/N kissing Max Verstappen’s cheek you were confused. He handed her the jacket she’d been wearing yesterday and you couldn’t help but think the worst.

You wanted to confront him, but with FP3 coming up you knew it was about time you’d have to get ready so you try to ignore it as much as possible. However it was the only thing on your mind.

Max had been so nice to you in your first season. And you always fell for the nice guys, who turned out to be twats. But you didn’t think he was a twat.

If anything you were more upset at the fact that Y/BF/N had potentially lied to you about where she was, and you didn’t know why she would feel the need to do that.

FP3 was awful, and you went 17th fastest a stark contrast from yesterday. Mick in the Haas was faster than you and if that wasn’t a wake up call you don’t know what was. The only comfort was that your brother was P19, so it wasn’t just a you thing the car wasn’t at peak performance.

Come qualifying your cars performed better, especially Landos where he went all the way to Q3 taking second row in P4. You on the other hand only made it to Q2 and was left starting next to Sebastian Vettel behind Yuki Tsunoda and Carlos Sainz. You were hoping the Ferrari could give you a slip stream and you’d be able to move up to go for an overtake on George.

You started off really well, doing exactly as you said. You dived in between Carlos and Yuki, both distracted attacking and defending each other you managed to get ahead.

You stormed through the field overtaking Lance and George consecutively, your gotten yourself to P9, left to take over the Alpine and then make a move on Charles. However, Lance came up too close behind you going into turn 4 your car spinning out because of how he hit you in the side.

The car went straight into the barriers not stopped by the gravel and the car was buried. There was no way for recovery.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Nico asks and where you are so winded you don't reply for a second.

"Y/N are you okay?" Nico asks again, you have a little shake of your head now that you breath is back and not caught before you reply.

"Yes. I'm okay. I don't know what happened i was turning on the inside line and Lance was just in the side of my car and I spun out" you say, looking at your hands waiting for Nico to reply.

"Stewards are reviewing footage now, come back to the garage and we'll see you in medical" Nico says.

You switch everything off chucking the wheel out the car onto the gravel before pulling yourself up over the halo. Lance had managed to continue his race but would need to put for wing damage. You came back with a Marshall to the McLaren garage profusely apologizing to Zac who had come to see you from where he had been sat on the pit wall.

"It's okay Y/N! This is your first DNF, there's no need to worry okay? This wasn't your fault at all!" he tells you rubbing your shoulder. You nod and watch as he shows you the decision made by the stewards. Lance was being made to do a stop and go 10 second penalty.

The race ended with your brother up high in the points making up for your unfortunate end to the race and getting the team the much needed points.

All the post race interviews you were asked about the incident with Lance and whether you were happy with the decision made by the Stewards. You kindly explained that you trusted the FIA in their decision making and the penalty clearly paid off as Lance was kept out of the points.

As Lando had done really well, you agreed to take him out to dinner that night. You'd asked Y/BF/N if she wanted to come but she said she'd be staying at the hotel because something in the McLaren hospitality hade made her sick so she'd be having plain toast at the hotel.

You and Lando dressed up really nice as you were taking him to a fancy restaurant so you didn't have to deal with the agg of the media or fans as the crash had really taken a lot of your energy.

You were seated at a central table one where you both had a view of the whole restaurant which was perfect as you could both people watch and comment on all the funny things people were doing. It was a little past time you and Lando had since you were kids.

Where it was one of the nicest restaurants in Austria, you guys saw some of the other drivers. Lewis, Sebastian and Valterri came in, and sat 4 tables down from you both, then Charles and Pierre came in together and sat in the seats behind you.

You were just served your starter when you looked up to thank the waitress, when your eyes locked on Max Verstappen walking in with Y/BF/N.

“Y/BF/N?” You ask in shock, where you ask loud enough for them to hear both their attention is now on you and the rest of the people sitting in your vicinity also look up.

“I thought you said you were to sick to come celebrate with Lando and I?” You ask offended that she’d ditched your for someone else and not told you, you wouldn’t have had a problem if she’d told you.

Not only that but it irked you she was with Max and you didn’t know why.

Did this mean that she had in fact been with Max when she said she was in her own hotel room? Did she even have a room?

“What are you guys doing here?” She laughs awkwardly before looking up at Max who now looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“I told me Lando and I were going out for dinner, to celebrate?” You say as if trying to jog her memory.

“Yeah but let’s be for real it’s you and Lando, I would expect your celebratory meal to be McDonalds and class it as cheat day for your insane diet!” She exclaims making you recoil a little.

“Is that why you said no? Because you didn’t think we’d take you someone nice, so you went with the person that had the better offer?” You ask looking up at Max who was trying to avoid all eye contact by looking everywhere but you.

You couldn’t believe it, was your childhood best friend about to admit she was only your friend for the money?

“Y/N that came out wrong. Looks let’s just enjoy our nights out, and we can talk about this on the plane home tomorrow!” She offers reaching a hand out to you.

“Im not going home tomorrow, I have another race here next weekend. Me and Lando are staying here because it’s cheaper. I told you that the other day” you voice before going back to sit down with Lando and enjoy your meal.

The hostess guides them to the other side of the restaurant, as they didn’t want any more disturbances so both Max and Y/BF/N are out of sight.

“Hey are you okay?” You hear from behind you making you turn round to see Charles turned round on his booth seat looking at you, Pierre also sending you a kind smile.

“Im fine, why wouldn’t I be” you smile but it really is the furthest thing from the truth.

You try to enjoy your night, but it’s constantly playing on the back of your mind.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ nicoles masterlist

(to keep track of all my fics..)

MULTIPLE DRIVERS SERIES:

double dealing:

street racers!au - verse/smau/short fic

formula racing is luxurious and lucrative, everyone knows that.

but what most people don't know about is the secret races that are bet on with hand signals and whispers over radios in the dark. the double dealing. somehow, you have fallen right in.

el matador y la matadora:

sainz!sister fic

f1 academy has been dominated by Valeria Sainz for two seasons. Between beating every expectation and leading her friends to victory, the younger Sainz sibling is a perfect echo of her brother. But, when George is knocked out for a few races mid season, and she’s moved up from a Mercedes reserve, the two Sainz siblings might be the only thing that can stop total Red Bull domination.

But not everyone wants to see the praise of the Sainz siblings, and will do whatever it takes to bring them down.

akin to a pride:

F2 driver!oc

Reina 'Little Lion' Matsumoto is known for her reckless driving on the track, earning her the nickname she shares with a certain 3x WDC. Off the track, however, she's known for being bubbly, bright, and kind. When she's reached out to by F1 about joining their new 'Siblings Mentorship,' a program that will pair her with a 'similar F1 driver' as her mentor for the upcoming season, she fully expects Daniel or Lando.

Her surprise comes in the form of Max Verstappen, and though she thinks they won't be that much alike off track, she's quick to find it's quite the opposite. Reina learns she needs someone who understands what shes going through to lean on, and Max learns that sometimes healing comes in breaking a cycle that's not your own.

LANDO NORRIS

-- MARKETING PLOY (SERIES/COMPLETED)

brothers best friend, fake dating trope — smau/short fic

Everyone can see the growing tensions between Red Bull and McLaren as Lando gears up to be the next best driver under Max. The publicity of it all causes a slight issue… the people want more drama. They need more drama. So, McLaren and Red Bull make a deal—Olivia Piastri, the head analyst of Red Bull, has to pretend to date her brother’s teammate. And she can’t tell anyone it’s not a real relationship.

-- GRIPPED : UPCOMING (SERIES)

teaser! // rom-com style — smau/short fic

OSCAR PIASTRI

looking in a mirror

with porsche making a new f1 team, two new drivers enter the grid. meet the pearce siblings, rhys pearce who's been racing with charles and max since their rookie days, and his baby sister y/n 'daisy' pearce who has been sponsored by sebastian vettel since she started with logan and oscar.

when porsche chooses to separate the siblings, allowing mclaren to recruit rhys, they bring in oscar piastri and by extension, mark webber. it goes as well as most expect it to when mark and sebastian have to try and work together for their drivers' sake.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

drunk walk home

max x teammate!reader - short fic

Your relationship with your teammate is non-existent at best. It’s not because Max doesn’t like you, actually, it’s the opposite. Your sunshine persona had the man liking you too much. To keep your positions as drivers safe he keeps a wide berth, until he spots your ex-boyfriend getting a bit too rough with your tipsy self at a bar in Monaco..

wing damage (SERIES)

max x influencer!horner!reader - short fic/smau

Eldest of the Halliwell-Horner pack, Y/n “Nadine” Horner gets her heart broken by the man she’s supposed to wed in six months. Four years of love slipping down the drain faster than she can try and grasp at the remaining water droplets. But... not all hope is lost as far as the f1 community is concerned and they might be right, since Max seems to be trying to get a little closer to his Team Principals daughter.

CHARLES LECLERC

christmas in monaco

brothers best friend trope — short fic

You are Charles Leclerc’s best kept secret. Twin of his best friend, a racing prodigy, and his secret girlfriend of two years. The first six months had been secret, just to make sure you’d actually survive a relationship, but then Max said something to Charles that made the idea of ever telling him impossible. So you end up here, half in your brothers apartment half in your soon to be fiancés, trying to celebrate two Christmases in one day.

LOGAN SARGEANT

all american bitch

popstar!reader — smau and short fic

After a successful concert in Miami, your twin sister is caught having a little moment with her boyfriend outside a club. Most people jump to conclusions, but you have a way to shut everyone up (and give half of the F1 community a heart attack in the process)

out of the woods

ferrari!reader - smau/short fic

After a short break during her time as a Ferrari reserve driver, loud-mouthed driver Dhanishka Dubey resurfaces when she moves up to f1 under Ferrari. She’s back to terrorize her ex, none other than Logan Sargeant when she conquers him once again this season, just like before, just like always.

But when faced with your first love, and your only love, it's hard to let those feelings past. Especially when a relationship was prematurely ended, especially when she's everything you aren't, especially when you never got over his love.

marry me

childhood friend!reader - short fic

you and logan have danced around dating since you had met all those years ago. An impulsive kiss may lead to a big jump in your relationship

cloud circuit

business owner!student!reader - short fic/smau

Y/n Tiffany has always been a woman just outside of Logan's grasp. But a chance encounter at a bus stop and a new neighbor prove maybe somethings are meant to be. As long as he doesn't figure out her real name.

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libraryofloveletters · 8 months

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Call My Name Series

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader // Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

series summary: ferrari has always been red, it’s iconic really. the colour of passion, of love; people tend to forget that love and anger carry the same colour. you aren’t sure when you left one bed for the other, but it’s made and you’ve got to lie in it now, hm?

author's note: I'm aware similar ideas have been done with these two but this is my take on it :) I hope you guys enjoy it and love it as much as I do!!

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Chapter One: Colour Me Red

carlos meets the mystery woman charles won’t shut up about. everything about her was intoxicating; as bad as it seems, carlos can’t help but think you’re better suited for someone else.

Insta File: Who Is She?

a glimpse into charles’s new girlfriend.

Chapter Two: Disaster and Despair

charles brings you to his home race. monaco wraps you up in glamour and excitement but amongst those things, you face lust.. a wicked feeling that you struggle to keep a bay.

Insta File: His Girl

a glimpse into y/n’s instagram post monaco grand prix

Chapter Three: The Eyes Never Lie

carlos pushes the guilt away as it swallows you whole. charles can’t seem to piece together what was going on with his girlfriend and his teammate.

Chapter Four: Show Me The World

summer break; charles focuses on training for the second half of the season but sends you off with best wishes for your summer trip with your girlfriends in sunny, sunny, spain.

Insta File: Spanish Sunshine

a glimpse into y/n’s summer trip in spain, wonder who will be featured in the photo dump.

Chapter Five: Red; Like Blood

there’s no denying it anymore. there are some things better left unsaid and things that the imagination just doesn’t make up.

Chapter Six: The Sins Of The Past

the consequences of your actions finally catch up to you; you’re on the outs with the most important person in your life and the one person you should stay away from comes running to you

Chapter Seven: Bitter

charles is ready to speak to you and despite your own wrong doings, your mind has already been turned; poisoned to speak. carlos couldn’t be more pleased.

Chapter Eight: Cross Roads

as much as he wants things to work, he won’t fight for you unless you show him that you want him too.

Insta File: Can't Hide

a glimpse into the headlines that put the final nail into the coffin of your relationship.

Chapter Nine: It’s You, Not Me

the affair gets out of hand, literally. the headlines pop up faster than you can shut them down and you think it’s time to finally make up your mind.

Chapter Ten: Better Off

there’s a sense of relief that comes with being single, especially after a messy relationship, or rather relationships in your case. except you can’t seem to find that feeling.

Epilogue: It Was Always You.

finding your way back to him after everything was the easiest thing you had ever done in your life.

#call my name series #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader #f1 series

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Love story — Carlos Sainz Jr

Carlos wants to propose to you and he plans everything in detail, but he can’t stop looking at your hands and where his ring is going to be.

Word count — 1k

carlos' masterlist

You and Carlos had gone on a spontaneous trip to get away from everyone. Well, that’s what you thought. Actually, your boyfriend had been planning with detail and effort how to propose to you, making everything perfect for his long-awaited marriage proposal. Carlos felt he had reached a point where he was dying to call you his. He wanted you to be his wife.

That day your boyfriend had woken you up with a lot of kisses on your face and a breakfast in bed. Carlos was an amazing boyfriend, that’s how you liked to describe him. He cared about every little detail and his passion was to see a smile on your face. The two of you were having a casual breakfast, then, he made a comment that slipped out of his mouth. It wasn’t until he finished talking that he realized what he had said.

"Your last name is so long, don’t you think?"

"So?"

"You could just use mine, it’s shorter."

You just laughed. Carlos had bitten his tongue, realizing he was a second away from revealing his entire plan. He was dying to ask you the question, but he had to hold on a little longer. At least until tonight, where he would finally lay his heart bare.

He was expecting a yes from you. Marriage was something the two of you had once spoken of, you had told him that when both were ready, you would not hesitate to say yes. You had let him know that you loved him and that you wanted to live the rest of your life with him. Taking that step in your relationship was what Carlos expected. He wanted to be happy by your side for his whole life. He believed in the happily ever after.

Once you finished breakfast, you went out to tour the beautiful city and stopped in a restaurant. You asked for food you couldn’t even pronounce and he held your hand, admiring how the ring on your finger would look like. He had to convince himself that he still had to wait a little longer.

"Babe, everything’s fine?"

"Yes, sorry, bonita." He apologized, paying special attention to your face. "You are beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you, your smile makes me fall in love all over again."

Your heartbeat got faster. Carlos used to be sweet but today he was even sweeter than usual. You held your hand close to his and he stroked you, putting his look back on your finger. It was only a matter of time before you realized how much Carlos was holding back from letting the truth out. He was so impatient, more than ever.

When sunset came, you and Carlos decided to have a romantic picnic, with a bottle of champagne and some fruits. Yet he rose from the ground and offered his hand.

"You want to walk for a while?"

You accepted and the two began to walk along the seashore, feeling the sand and water at your feet. The sunset was beautiful and having your boyfriend holding your hand filled your heart with affection. You could spend the rest of your life like this, it was so pleasant to walk with the man you loved, knowing that he held you tightly.

But you didn’t know he was, in fact, extremely nervous.

"It is quite beautiful, isn’t it?" you looked at the sky and then at him. Carlos and the sunset made a perfect combination.

"You are beautiful."

"I like when you’re being so soft." You pointed it out to him, approaching Carlos for a kiss on the lips. "That’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today, I'm a lucky person."

"Well, don’t blame me for what you made me feel."

After kissing each other with the sunset at your backs, he became silent and you noticed he was different. Carlos was easy to read and being his girlfriend, you had gotten used to noticing his mood. Something had happened to him. He was nervous.

"Mi amor." he simply said.

"Yes?"

"Would you close your eyes?"

"Why, baby?"

"It’s a surprise, please. Close your eyes for me, bonita."

You listened to your boyfriend, closed your eyes and accepted him to hold you. One hand of Carlos landed on your hip and the other on your face, right on your eyelids, not completely trusting you to keep them closed long enough. You walked down the beach for a few minutes, until he stopped completely. Even with your eyes closed, Carlos stopped touching you and gave you the following instructions.

"Open your eyes now."

"Yes, sir." You joked, opening your eyes.

There were flowers everywhere, your favorite ones. There was a big heart in the middle of the sand and when you turned to see your boyfriend, he was on his knees. The sunset was just behind him and the few rays of sun on the beach made the moment magical.

"Carlos..."

"I love you from the first moment I met you, I love your smile, I love when you’re angry and when you’re worried about me during a race. I love every mood of you, I love you. Don’t even pretend not to know how much I love you, I love you so much that I want everything when it comes to you. I always knew I wanted to be your husband, but I thought it was too soon and I didn’t want to scare you. I’m ready now and I hope you are too. Marry me, say yes and I’ll be perfect. I’ll be your perfect husband."

He was already a perfect boyfriend, you were sure that he would turn into a perfect husband too. You were absolutely in love with him.

"Oh Carlos, yes, of course. I love you."

"Yes?"

Carlos rose from his place and put the ring on your finger. Everything was exactly as he had imagined so many times, in his best fantasies. He put his mouth next to yours in a desperate kiss, understanding that you had said yes. He couldn't contain the excitement, so much so that you ended up in the sand, wet and with the waves crashing against your bodies. His brown eyes were shining with happiness.

"You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, mi amor."

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love is easy (love is kind) - carlos sainz jr.

a 4 + 1 : the four times carlos almost says i love you, and the one time he (kind of) does | fluff, no warnings a/n: this one has been brewing in my drafts for ages, i hope you enjoy it

the first time it almost happens is the same time he realizes, wound up in his drivers room before a race.

“what are you even staring at?” your voice bounces off the walls with an amused laugh, ripping his attention away from the window to glance over you instead.

he’s playing with his lips, bottom lip pinched between his index and his thumb as he watches you walk over to him.

the sound of your steps is nothing new, he’s so familiar with the beat that he would recognize it even with his eyes shut. for the first time though, he notices the way your hips sway at each step.

you’re dressed simply, how you’ve always preferred: a nice classic t-shirt (that is probably his) along with a pair of blue jeans.

it’s nothing new, he’s pretty sure he’s seen you wear it a million times before.

but his shirt looks better on you than it usually does, and your jeans hug your curves in a way that makes him feel wrong for looking. you look different, but he can’t seem to point out why. he can’t seem to pull his eyes away either though.

he’s too busy studying you to realise how close you’ve gotten, suppressing the little jolt his body has the moment your hands find their place on his shoulders.

it’s not the first time you’ve been this close. in fact, you’ve been closer, but in that moment it feels like it’s too much for him. without thinking, he instinctively straightens his back, tucking his feet a bit under himself as he scoots to sit further onto the bench.

if you notice it, you don’t say a thing. instead, both of your eyes meet as he looks up to you, eyes tracing your face as you smile down at him.

did your smile always look that sweet?

he wants to speak but the breath he takes is intoxicating, the scent of your perfume sends shivers down his spine. he doesn’t understand it, smells the familiar floral notes of your usual fragrance but all of the sudden it’s all he wants to breathe in.

“you’re zoning out carlos,” you tease, hand loosely looping around his wrist to place it down on his lap.

the touch almost burns and he feels like his skin is on fire.

“sorry-“ he apologizes, clearing his throat to try to get the overwhelming amount of air out of his lungs. he flushes red when your hand finds his hair, giving his locks a gentle tussle.

“you’ll do amazing, you always do” it’s words that you’ve said countless times before, the usual encouragement you give him every time you attend a race.

he always forgets how much he needs to hear them, up until the moment you’re there to remind him.

“i just feel weird, a bit nervous” he murmurs, breath caught in his throat from the way your fingers go to fix his hair from the same mess you made. once you’re done, you sit beside him. your knees brush each others as your leg presses against his.

“that’s normal, but hey, you’ve done this a million times before.” right he thinks. you think we’re talking about racing. your fingers intertwine together as soon as your hand finds his.

he wants to laugh, almost does, because at the end of the day, you’re still right. he has done this a million times before. he’s known you since you were both six, stumbling around to play in the park. you held hands the moment you got too scared to go up the rope, and your knees touched when you both tried squeezing down the slide together.

he doesn’t understand what’s so different, what’s causing the pull in his chest that’s making his stomach twist.

“hey, look at me,” and he does, heart beating faster.

you only smile though, tongue swiping over your bottom lip, and he almost needs to look away again to just breathe.

“just do whatever your gut tells you to,”

there’s a beat of silence and for a moment he questions whether you’re still talking about racing- or if somehow, in some twisted way of yours you’ve managed to read him, the same way you always do.

his lips part, words hanging on the tip of his tongue i think - i love you?

but before he says anything there’s a knock on the door. it startles him to the point where his hand slips out of yours, knees brushing away.

it’s rupert. “carlos, warm up before the race.”

he takes a deep breath and gets up, calling back a nervous ‘okay’ before his eyes are darting back to you.

you’re looking at your hands for a short moment before you look at him. this time you’re the one looking up.

you smile. “see you later?”

he nods, letting out a deep breath. “see you later,”

he doesn’t end up having the guts to tell you before you leave to go home. deciding to wait it out just a bit longer.

ii.

the second time is during the summer holidays — you’re on your usual mallorca trip, both of your families agreeing to arrange some of the days to stay in the sainz’s villa together for a little bit.

he hadn’t seen you since the race, not in person at least. of course, you both consistently caught up. whether it was through off handed texts or quick facetimes here and there, you both always made sure you could still catch up.

it’s not like anything’s changed per-se. your dynamic remains the same. sure, maybe carlos’ stomach did a weird leap whenever you picked up the phone, or maybe he appreciated a lot more the way your voice curled at certain words, but he kept his tongue between his teeth, a self made promise to wait until he saw you again in person.

he knew he was postponing it though, the fear of you thinking differently being overpowering. the only worst thing he could imagine than having his heart broken by you would be losing your friendship.

that’s why, even after months of deliberation, hours of laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how to tell you, the moment you enter the villa, pushing your oversized luggage with a wide smile on your face, his mouth goes dry and he forgets every single word he wants to say.

you smile at him, eyes crinkled and a wave of your hand.

he sucks in a deep breath and smiles back, walking over to you with open arms.

confessing to you is a long forgotten memory for the rest of the trip. its easy to fall back into the rhythm with you.

he thinks its fine, you’re both fine, but things are always fine until alcohol is involved.

he should’ve known better.

you’re both pressed against each other in a club, music so loud that he swears he can feel it in his veins.

the night had taken a steep turn. one glass of wine with the parents turned into one whole bottle, and one bottle after dinner turned into two (and at some point, you really did lose count).

before he could even grasp what was happening you had already convinced him to get dressed to get to the nearest club. what if we don’t get to party together any time soon? you had asked.

and that’s how you both end up there. in a packed club with the base buzzing through your body. you’re dancing, back pressed against his chest as your hips sway to the music and he swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest.

he tries his best to move his own body with yours.

he steps to the right, before stepping to the left, but he struggles to find the rhythm, feet nervously moving side to side in an attempt to somewhat dance. of course by his clumsy luck he steps on the back of your heel, sputtering an apology just as you turn to face him.

you do so with a smile, and of course you do.

“you’re always so stiff,” you joke, arms swinging over his neck as you move closer to let some people pass. his hand instinctively goes to your back, sliding down to your waist to keep you in place. he feels how clammy his hands are; he can only hope that you don’t comment on it.

“well, you know I don’t like dancing.” carlos murmurs, and your faces are so close to one another that he can count each one of your lashes if he wanted to. you let out a small laugh at his words, looking down as your nose tickles his shoulder.

he can feel your breath against his neck and he can feel the bumps forming on his skin.

“I know, thank you for dancing with me.” you say softly before looking up at him again.

he isn’t sure if it’s the flashing lights in the club but for a split moment, he sees stars in your eyes.

it takes everything in him not to kiss you.

you both dance until your feet are sore, sing until your voices are gone, and laugh to the point where your cheeks are hurting .

the night ends almost the same way it starts, both of you sitting in the back of a cab, carlos almost slurring out his address to the driver. he says the name of his street before pausing because, what was his house number again?

“house number thirty-five please,” you say, finishing carlos’ floating sentence as you press yourself as close as possible into his side. the car is moving and your head is spinning and you just need to feel him next to you.

you miss the way carlos swallows, the way he bites the inside of his cheek as his eyes gaze over you.

you’re saying something about the night, how fun it is and how much you missed having those nights together and carlos can only listen along, watching you scroll through your phone. he wonders whether you two could be like this all the time. just you two.

his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, three words floating in his mind. i love you.

he’s about to say it, the words practically about to drip off his tongue. before he opens his mouth though he sees you open a chat.

“jack?” he asks teasingly, the name not ringing a bell to him. “is that your boyfriend?” you often tease each other like this, but your answer startles him.

“actually,” you pause, looking up at carlos with a flustered expression. “I’m kind of seeing him,” theres a little twitch of carlos’ nose but he stops himself from reacting, biting the inside of his cheek to stay grounded. it takes him a split second to muster up the courage to speak, but even then he doesn’t have much to say.

“oh, that’s nice” he simply responds; the three words never end up leaving his lips.

because ultimately, he rather have a bit of you, than none at all.

iii.

the third time it happens is when he’s visiting you, in the heart of london, tucked in a bar’s booth.

he’s meeting the infamous jack, a curly haired blonde boy with blue eyes who shows his dimples everytime he smiles. carlos learns that he’s born and raised in london, grew up in a well-off family. he’s smart (like you), has a master’s degree in computer engineering and is now working on starting a startup, that no matter how many times he tries to explain, carlos can’t really seem to understand.

most importantly though, carlos learns, that he’s there for you. he lives ten minutes away from yours. picks you up in the morning to take you to work, and comes over every other night. he cooks the dinner, you wash the dishes, and he buys you flowers on the way to yours every thursday when the market is open.

carlos learns that jack is everything that he isn’t. and it’s fine, he’s fine. the bitter pill had been swallowed the night in the club. he had seen the blush on your cheeks, and the smile on your lips.

that’s why he’s surprised, confused even, that in that same night, as soon as jack leaves you both to go out for a call, you bump your foot into his with a guilty look on your face.

“what’s wrong? i like him.” carlos says, brows furrowed as he leans back onto his chair. you mirror the same actions as him, sighing softly as your arms cross over your stomach. you mumble something under your breath, but the bar’s too loud for him to hear.

“what?” he asks again, this time leaning closer. you look mildly annoyed as you run a hand through your hair.

“i said i think i don’t like him,” you look guilty again, and even through the dim lighting, carlos can see your eyes go over him, studying his expression, looking for an answer that unfortunately he doesn’t have.

“what do you mean you don’t like him? he sounds like he’s nice, treats you well,” he murmurs, this time hunching over the table to hear you better. his eyes bounce from you to the door, double checking to see if jack is anywhere near.

“that’s not what i meant,” you sigh in frustration. “i mean like- i don’t like-” you stumble over your words, trying your best to find the best way to say it. when you realise you can’t, you just blurt it out. “i don’t think i love him.” you say it a bit exasperated this time. his brows knit together and his head tips to the side.

carlos is quiet for a bit, and you practically can hear the cogs turning in his brain as he tries to understand you. he clears his throat, swallows whatever knot that is forming in his throat. “you’ve been seeing him for like what? four months? these things take time no?”

“i know these things take some time, but, i just don’t think i can fall inlove with him.” your fingers graze over the rim of your wine glass before you hold the stem and twirl it. “i mean- i don’t know if i’ve ever been inlove,” it’s not really a confession to any of you, you were twenty five, almost twenty six now and you had never found yourself in a long-term relationship.

“i mean, if you know, you know.” carlos almost cringes with how cheesy he sounds, and you clearly agree with the way you roll your eyes.

“have you been inlove?” the question floats in the air for a bit, and carlos’ breath hitches a little when he looks up to meet your gaze.

“i think so,” he’s been in relationships before, one long term one and several short flings. they never lasted, or amounted to anything fruitful. there was no bad blood with any, none of them just, went anywhere. but he wasn’t thinking of them when he was answering your question.

“how does it feel like?” your question is innocent, just like the way you smile at him before resting your chin on your hand. carlos can’t help but smile back.

“it’s small things, i think. for me, love feels like the first sip of coffee in the morning.” he had your order memorized by heart. a latte macchiato with a pump of vanilla and oat milk.

“or the smell of fresh bread when you pass by a bakery?” he remembers your baking phase. taste testing more than a dozen cakes for weeks. he swore he couldn’t eat chocolate for a month after.

“or the giddy feeling you get in your stomach when you tell a joke that makes people laugh?” you nod at his question, a small smile on your lips as you hold back a laugh.

his chest swells a little, really, but he doesn’t show it. “i think most importantly, love is easy. it’s the first person you want to text when something happens, good or bad,” he wonders if you know, if you can hear the rush of his heart beat.

“love is,” carlos stops, not because he wants to but because he notices the way the door opens and closes, spots jack’s figure approaching the table. he feels a clap on his back, prompting him to straighten back in his seat almost instantly.

he flashes your boyfriend a smile, watching the way he slides into the booth next to you and giving you a kiss in the process.

love is.. carlos thinks, love is… the way I love you.’

iv.

the fourth time he almost says it, the world stops a little. in a surreal type of way that he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

you and jack didn’t last. but he didn’t stand a chance after carlos’ small little speech. he felt sorry, really. he was a nice guy, but carlos couldn’t deny the little sense of satisfaction when you had told him you both called it quits.

none of you bring up your break up apart from the are you okay? question carlos had asked when he found out. you simply had given him a smile and shrug with a promise of i’ll be fine, and somehow he convinces himself to trust your word for it.

he comes to learn though, that you are fine. he sees it from the moment he picks you up from the airport, rosy cheeked and blurry eyed from the flight. despite that, you’re smiling, dimpley and excited as you hug him (you hold onto him for a tad bit longer than usual, but he doesn’t complain).

by the end of the day you’re both in carlos’ parents’ kitchen, quietly helping them dry out the plates. reyes is by the counter, sipping on her glass of wine with carlos sr. putting away the plates.

it’s easy the way you all move around eachother, the domesticity of it all. you flow between his family like water down a stream, fitting perfectly into the commotion of it all. of course reyes teases you both, how can she not when she sees the way her son looks at you? or the stolen glances you gave back when he wasn’t looking.

she doesn’t push it too far though, she never does. instead, she makes sure her and her husband are tucked in bed the moment the house is clean.

by the time you’ve both unwinded, you’ve decided to crash on the couch for a movie, both too wide awake to sleep just yet.

the lion king is playing, both of your favorites, and despite the stretch of the couch you’re tucked into carlos’ side. you’re flushed against him, and he can’t help but draw absent minded cirlces onto your arm, with his arm that's wrapped around you.

it’s a usual set up for your movie nights but something feels different.

it isn’t helping that he can feel your gaze bouncing from the tv to him. he lets it slide four times before lowering his head to look at you, brow raised.

“what? don’t tell me you want popcorn now?” he asks, knowing that he could always make you get it yourself. its not like you didn’t know the house well enough. not that he ever would though.

“no, i was just thinking,” you murmur, looking over at him and he moves a little to face you better, leaning his head against the couch.

“what is it?” he asks, reaching over to fix a single strand of hair of yours that was sticking out. you watch him closely, features soft and murmuring a thank you once his hand moves away.

“about what you were saying about love,” it takes carlos a moment to remember, and when he does his breath falters a bit. you notice it, but you continue anyways.

“i think i get it now,” carlos can only nod, prompting you to continue, “it’s like the feeling when someone gives you the last bite of their food,” you think of the ice cream you had shared with him over dinner. you’d given him the last bite- since he’d realised too late you had gotten vanilla at the last moment. you complained (of course), but still hovered the spoon infront of carlos’ lips.

“or like the feeling of your hand out the window of a moving car breaking through the wind” you’d always have the best car drives with carlos, driving aimlessly outside the cities, enjoying the quieter scenery.

carlos doesn’t miss the way your eyes drop from his eyes to his lips, and his world stills. “but ultimately, i think love for me is the feeling of being with someone, and feeling at home.”

you both don’t know how you’ve both gotten so close, foreheads almost touching as you look into eachothers eyes. the only sound in the room is the faint soundtrack of lion king which had been long forgotten by now. his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, and he lets out a shaky breath. he has to say it.

and he almost does, lips parted to speak, but instead of his voice the next thing he hears is a loud bark. you both flinch, a space being created between you.

both of your eyes jump towards the door, to find piñon, innocently turning his head to the side. carlos almost curses. almost.

“i… need to take him out.” he murmurs, getting up to grab piñon’s leash.

the first time he says it… well he doesn’t really say it.

it happens right after the race is over, after he crosses the line and pushes himself out of the car. the crowd is cheering and his ears are numb from Adami’s screams on the radio. he somehow can’t feel his legs, or his hands, or his face. he finally did it. he’s won his home race.

he’s smiling, so wide that he feels like his cheeks are going to shatter. climbing over the seat before he stands, raising both his fists in the air.

the moment he jumps off the car he’s running to his team. he hugs them tight, but they only hug him tighter. if he wasn’t running on adrenaline, he wouldn’t be sure how he would have pulled away.

he moves to the rest of the team, unclasping and taking off his helmet before he rips the balaclava off. as soon as the fresh air hits him, his head whips around, looking for you.

the moment he sees you its like tunnel vision, he runs to you, high with a mix of adrenaline and the thrill of winning.

“carlos-” before you can say anything else he closes the gap, stealing the next words from your lips.

he pulls away wide eyed and breathless, your lips still ghosting eachothers. “congratulations,” you murmur and carlos nods, lips parting and he wants to say it, wants to scream it, but he’s feeling too much that the words don’t come out of his mouth.

instead though you smile, shaking your head. he didn’t need to say it.

“carlos, i know, i know, me too.”

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formuladoll · 1 year

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claimed — charles leclerc & carlos sainz

charles finally realized you were the one, too bad carlos claimed you a long time ago.

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“you should have seen her, mate. she was fucking made for me— looked at me like she’d give everything up just to get fucked. you know how wet virgins get, fucking dripping.” carlos boasted as his teammate struggled to hold his thoughts back; he could sense charles’s body pumping with adrenaline faster than on race day. it wasn’t enough to let him know that you were his; he would disclose just how much he was missing out on— show him everything he would never get now that you’re claimed. “it’s absolute glory to be inside her, better than winning the fucking championship.”

charles couldn’t take it anymore. you weren’t his to feel protective over, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear carlos describing your body in the bluntest way— explaining how he had ruined every other man for you, including the driver you worked for. il predestinato, the man who would bring victory back to maranello; the driver who had it all and at the same time felt like the emptiness taking over his chest became unbearable.

there is no denying that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it— charles was living proof of it; he took for granted the complete attention he used to get from that walking ray of sunshine trying to keep up with his much longer strides on race weekends, holding between delicate fingers an agenda and a small voice recorder.

actually, it made no sense— charles was unable to trace the development of events that lead him to this dreadful reality. when did he lose you? he missed the precise moment in which your expecting eyes turned their love-filled gaze into another direction; nevertheless, it was all his fault. charles knew the bond you both shared was no standard connection, but what was he supposed to do when his current relationship was supposed to be enough for him?

he’d always been the good guy, he knew no different. maybe if he had been selfish for once his heart wouldn’t physically hurt at the sight of your head resting on carlos’s chest, finding a safe space in the warmth of someone who is not afraid to love you. charles would always beat himself up by the thought of what could’ve been if he just took the blindfold off and assumed the risk of loving someone new. you were the one, he knew it.

"say you're mine. all mine." carlos growled as his lips explored your neck, lowering its trace until a small gasp leaving your agitated body indicated he had found your sweet spot. his knee pushed your center further against the wall supporting the both of you, pleasure consuming your senses as his presence sedated you in the most comforting way. he was addictive and it was already too late when you noticed how your heartbeat accelerated every time you encountered him in the garage— there was no going back, even if you still loved someone else.

carlos suddenly stopped, observing your desperate expression and growing a mischievous smirk fed by your need for him. “use your words, amor,” he demanded as his palm cupped your face to let you know how serious he was through his firm gaze.

"i'm all yours, carlos." you spewed as lust controlled your body, hands softly pulling on his hair and slowly bringing his lips back into yours. he already knew you were completely his, it just made it all better seeing you surrender to his dominance. his tongue played with yours as his fingers helped the sundress you were wearing finally reach the floor, exposing your naked self just for him to engrave on his mind. “joder— you’re unbelievable, preciosa.”

carlos immediately dropped to his knees for you, placing your left leg on top of his shoulder and diving into your pussy like a starved man. his hands easily held your hips against the wall as your shaking body couldn’t hold back the moans anymore. “so fucking sweet for me, let me hear you, amor,” his tongue swirled around your clit as his fingers left bruises on your skin. as your breathing sped up, his right hand approached your entrance, two of his fingers filling your needy cunt in ways your own couldn’t. the sinful manner in which carlos brought you to orgasm would forever taint your memory, he made you delirious for his touch.

carlos stood up, making you feel much smaller as he looked down at you. “open up,” he said as his wet fingers waited to feel your warm mouth engulf them. “you look so fucking good like this, all sweaty and fucked out. can’t wait to see you screaming while i stretch you out,” he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and placed you over his shoulder, taking you toward the bed in his driver’s room. “i want you to be the loudest you’ve ever been, amor. let everyone know who you’re cumming for.”

he carefully dropped your body on the soft mattress, crawling on top of you as he went in for a rough kiss, his lips marking you up every time he could.

“i want you in my side of the garage tomorrow. i won’t be able to go another day with charles’s number on your body.”

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f1-ferraero · 27 days

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Over these last few races there has been a lot of people saying that "Sainz doesn't need to give a f about Ferrari anymore, he's driving for his future" which is so so contradictory.

Sure, his results on paper are going to be important for contract negotiations, but HOW he gets those results is more important.

The situation Sainz will be in next year is either 1st driver at a midfield team, or 2nd at a top team (with only RBR and Merc potentially having open seats, and Verstappen and Russell will be prioritised there).

If he wants to fight for wins he will need to accept a 2nd driver seat, and to get there he needs to show that he can be a team player, regardless of his situation. Otherwise a midfield team is his only option. Even then, there is no driver's championship in the midfield, only the constructor's matters. Look at Magnussen in Jeddah, and all the praise he received for putting the team first and helping Haas score their first point. That's what the midfield teams need and want.

Sainz is a good driver, yes, but while the media might like the "he's only driving for himself" narrative, the teams would be a lot more impressed by a "he's putting the team first, despite not having a seat with them next season" narrative.

Besides, he's not the only one without a seat. Essentially half the grid is jobless next season, but they are playing the team game, and that actually makes them much more attractive candidates (even if Sainz might be the faster driver).

And if we look at RBR and Merc. Checo is doing exactly what he needs to do: finishing and qualifying p2, while also having a history of being a brilliant team player when need be. Even if Sainz does get signed, he won't be challenging Max. Max is the 1st driver, and the car will be designed towards his preferred extreme oversteer (which we know Sainz struggles with, given the beginning of 2022 and the end of 2023). And with Sainz being older than Max, and with Lawson coming up in 2025 he'll probably not be given more than 1-2 years with RBR.

Mercedes is struggling, and are in no way in contention for titles or wins. The drivers know that right now the team needs to focus on just maximising their joint results (e.g. Hamilton asking if he should let Russell pass in Suzuka). Merc has also already made it clear that they want Antonelli, either for 2025 or 2026. Toto has said that they might just give up on 2025 and use it as prep for 26, and in that case they'll probably sign Antonelli.

If they decide to sign Sainz it'll, again, only be for 1-2 years (with 2025 being a write off and 2026 being a total unknown). Sauber is definitely Sainz best option: he'll be the 1st driver and they might be competitive with Audi in 2026.

It doesn't matter what he or his fans think he "deserves". This is the truth of the situation, and he's not doing himself, or anyone, any favours by driving only for himself. And besides, despite the media claiming that Sainz is hot property, he is not actually that much more desirable as a driver than anyone else.

On one hand there is the matter of his age. Sure, he's not old (considering Alonso and Hamilton are driving into their 40s, but that's ALONSO and HAMILTON) but he is turning 30 this year, which means that while he might be in his prime he won't be getting any better. He doesn't have the potential that a young rookie has. He is delivering what he should be so far in 2024 considering he's in a Ferrari, but so has everyone else who is in contention for a good seat.

The second thing is his racing cv: 3 wins in 10 years and a highest championship position of 5th. I know people are arguing that he simply hasn't had the car to do more than that: "he was stuck in midfield cars for 6 years (7 if you include the 2021 Ferrari)". Let's rephrase that: "he didn't perform strongly enough to be promoted to a top team for 6 years".

Between 2015 and 2021 Bottas, Leclerc, Verstappen, Gasly and Albon received promotions to the 3 top teams and Sainz did not (Bottas after 4 years and the rest after 1 year (Albon a bit earlier and Verstappen a bit later)). Sainz IS a good driver, I'm not denying that, but he doesn't have championship potential and that's okay. He's not being "underrated" by the teams. They know exactly what he is capable of, and he WILL get a seat next year, but he isn't being disrespected by anyone because they aren't signing him.

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thyln4gf · 14 days

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Friends

✞ You and Carlos have been best friends since forever. But is platonic love really everything that you feel for each other?

✞ Word count - 2,5k

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "genie in a bottle" - Christina Aguilera, "friends" - Chase Atlantic, "a rash decision" - Ice Nine Kills, "sonne" - Rammstein, "dont be so shy" - Imany.

✞ Warnings - smut, unprotected sex (wrap the beast before the feast, folks), the influence of alcohol. I also wrote the most of it at like 4am, so pardon the quality of it, thank yewww x

✞ Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

As soon as you step into the house, a soft groan of relief leaves your throat. Your heels immediately get kicked off of your feet, and you dont even bother to fiddle with the straps too much. You had a long, long evening - formal settings werent exactly your natural habitat, but being there with Carlos made them much more bearable. You are his best friend, and he is a famous figure, meaning that he invites you to all sorts of events all the damn time. Speaking of which - he was watching you with amusement, completely aware of the fact that you werent exactly in a huge amount of comfort at the moment.

"And whos not making any sense now? I told you not to wear those." Carlos slips the comment your way, making you roll your eyes only hearing the three magic words. He didnt tell you everything, though - yes, he knew how uncomfortable your heels were. And yes, he also knew that walking in them sucked. But he kept something to himself - the fact that only the thought of those heels excited him, as he had always liked to imagine taking them off for you. He could vividly imagine kneeling right in front of you, taking his sweet time, kissing your skin everywhere that he could reach. He liked the idea of it a little too much, to the point he found himself disappointed when the sight of you kicking them off greeted him.

"I had no choice, and you know it. I had nothing else to go with this dress!" You complain, vaguely gesturing at the dress you were wearing - the tired whine in your voice was obvious. Carlos' eyes slide up and down your body as you did so - he had a chance, and he took it. God, he loved this dress - the red, short-ish dress with a slit on the side - the tattoo on your thigh peeked through each and every time that you moved. He got a sudden urge to bite your thigh right there and then, but he knew that hed be overstepping the boundaries.

All he does is let out an amused, half-chuckle type of laugh. He loved listening to your rants. And boy, could you do that just fine - your mouth never closed. And he loved it.

He started slipping his own shoes off, all while watching you walk into your kitchen - your movements were so smooth, to the point that he swore that you were floating sometimes. He doesnt want to have you out of his sight for too long, so he takes his shoes off just a little faster than he normally would, and following your idea of entering the kitchen. There he found you by one of the counters, pouring yourself a glass of wine. He lets a small smile appear on his lips - he just couldnt help himself around you.

"Tired, amor?" His voice floats through the air, smooth as butter on toast, and just as warm. He always used that specific petname for you, and only you. And youd be a liar if you said that it didnt make you feel some type of way - the tone he used never failed to turn you on just a little, despite you two being... friends? You werent too sure at this point. You just shrug at him as a response, still trying to grab a set of words that were coherent enough. You swirl the beverage in your glass around, eyebrows rising up for barely a second before taking a sip.

Yet another thing that he enjoyed about you - watching all those small habits of yours, which you probably dont even notice. He liked observing you, just looking at you. And he didnt even try to hide it - he'd just wink at you each and every time that you caught him doing so, with no shame.

He wasnt exactly shy, but when it came to you... he felt like he was a teenager all over again. You made his head spin, and it was a much more enjoyable high than alcohol could ever provide. Only the thought of you made his chest tighten, the air threatening to escape his lungs. He shouldnt be so nervous around you, he thought. He could get anyone all giggly in the matter of seconds. Proof? Charles. But you were a special case... thats for sure. The roles were reversed - you were the one that had him thinking about you all day and night, wishing to get out of the friendzone that everyone hated oh so much. He might have had a wank or two with you lingering on his mind - the way you smelled, the way your eyes looked at him. If the dictionary ever needed a picture to describe being down-bad, they should just stick one of Carlos in there.

After a minute of him staring at you with your drink, you look his way. It felt like a routine at this point - you look away from him even for a fraction of a second, and you know that youre going to see his goofy smirk staring right back at you. But this time... this time, something was off. You couldnt tell if it was the alcohol, or something else (you had a pretty awesome night, despite the event being a formal dinner, but thats a standard at this point) - he was looking at you with an almost... hungry look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to drill a hole through your soul, and was particularly enjoying himself, shooting the usual wink your way, before walking up to lean against the counter, right by your side. His thigh brushes against yours, the material of the suit against your skin almost making you shiver.

"You know what would make tonight even better?" He speaks up, his eyes never leaving yours. Hes acting all smooth and smug right now, but you could see him swallowing his own saliva, and his cheeks turning just a tad bit more red.

"Spill it, big boy. Im listening." You reply, your voice sounding just as seductive as his, almost making his brain short circuit - and you can see it from the way his grin makes its way back onto his lips. He had always found your teases adorable, honestly. Hats off for that.

"Well..." Carlos hesitated for a second, which wasnt like him at all - he was nervous, and it was an adorable sight to witness. "We could have the evening to ourselves and..." his eyes moved to your lips for a split second, letting his gaze linger on them for way longer than what he had considered the "safe limit". He only managed to speak again in a second, seemingly collecting himself a little better now. It didnt mean that his cheeks werent heating up in embarrassment, though. "Well, you know."

A chuckle slips from your throat upon hearing his offer. He was beating around the bush slightly, but not like you minded. You had always liked this goofball of a man, and his methods of getting his way. You never let them sink in deep, confused on his true intentions behind his actions. But something about this evening... the alcohol has hit your brain already, and awhile ago, and all you could think about was your friends lips all over you.

You down the rest of your drink, and put the glass down on the counter, a little to the right of you. You turn your head to Carlos, once again. He couldnt be more predictable - youre greeted with a sight of him staring at the hand handling the glass, then your waist. Eventually, up to your eyes. You stare back at him. You raise your finger to trace it along his jawline, his chin, the bottom half of his cheeks. He gulps, getting much more nervous than he was before.

"Youre adorable, did you know that?" You whisper right in front of his face, your warm breath hitting his lips. He doesnt even get to respond, before he feels your lips on his. His brain doesnt even register what was happening at first, but his body reacts way before his brain - his left hand immediately went to your hip, pulling you to his body. The other one is now gripping the counter, and he finds himself hoping that his knees wont give out. He could smell the cherry and cinnamon wine on you the moment you got closer, and he doesnt waste any time - he pushes his tongue out of his mouth, hungry and desperate to taste more. He groans, and your hand slides to his neck in response, gripping it ever so slightly, pulling him closer. He takes it as permission to shove his tongue even deeper, earning a little chuckle out of you.

Quickly enough, his other hand goes down to your hips as well, now caressing them with great intensity. The material of your dress slides up ever so slightly, and he just cant wait much longer - he lifts you without even trying, and places you on the counter. His movements are harsh and desperate, and he doesnt notice the glass. He knocks it over, and it shatters to pieces, right on the floor.

"Carlos..." you groan against his mouth, trying to pull away a little, so you could actually look at what just happened. You earn a sigh out of him for that - out of all the scenarios he had imagined of your first time together... all the circumstances of you moaning his name for the first time were not that. He clicks his tongue, and grabs your chin, turning your face to his, slamming his lips back on yours. It was almost like him saying that he really couldnt be giving less shits. He wanted you, and he was forced to wait for way too fucking long.

His other hand travels down to your thigh, now kneading it like his life depended on it. A moan slips from you, right into his mouth. The grip that you still have on his throat only tightens, causing his movements to become even more aggressive.

He tries to slide your dress up to your waist, but the fabric being trapped between the countertop and your body didnt let him. He lets out a slow groan of frustration. Desperate times call for desperate solutions, no? He leans you against his body, leaning back a little himself. That lets him pull the skirt up. He has barely even brushed his fingertips against your skin, but it was just enough to make your certain area feel a little tingly already.

He wants to take off your underwear as well, while you two are at it. He finds that his back cant take much more of being in this position, but he still hesitates about doing that, his fingers tugging the lacy material ever so slightly. You notice it, and grab one of his wrists to guide him to take those off, almost desperately. You can hear him sucking in a breath, but not resisting anything at all.

Once theyre off, he sits you back down to your previous position. His lips pull away from yours first, something that he never thought that he would be doing. He keeps staring into your eyes, his hands reaching to take his own pants off. This man had his tongue down your throat just seconds ago, and even that didnt make your face heat up more than this.

His pants are off in the matter of seconds. For a second there, he was close to fucking you just like this, through the hole his underpants had in the front. He ended up taking the underwear off as well, and it flied off even faster than the pants did, his boner getting freed as well.

He cant resist looking down to your pussy, already so wet and ready for him. So needy. You had always put up a tough demeanour, which you were trying to maintain even now. Adorable, he thought. He looks back up to your eyes while getting closer to you again, his palms landing on your thighs, spreading your legs just slightly. He was desperate, almost shaking with desire. But he still wanted to get your consent. God, you love men doing the bare minimum so much. All you can manage is a brief nod, and its all it takes him - he almost explodes on you. His lips immediately attack your neck, pressing multiple kisses everywhere that he could reach. He was never a man who liked to waste much time, and it shows - he gave his cock a few pumps before entering you right away, yet still taking his sweet time to let you adjust to him. He earns a gasp out of you, as you throw your head back. He cant help himself, and the kisses on your neck turn into gentle bites. You moan a little louder - feeling him on you, and in you was almost overwhelming, and you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach forming. Though, you werent sure if it was that, or his length hitting you deep. Or both.

He was even closer than you were. The precum has leaked long before he even took his pants off. Honestly... Being near you was almost like keeping an infinite edging streak - sexually frustrating torture. He thrusts into you for a few more minutes, and he already knows that hes about to cum. He groans in frustration (but only because you havent reached your high yet - he was disappointed with himself. But its not his fault that you were so... hot) and is about to pull out, but your legs suddenly wrap around his waist, pulling him closer right before he can do that. A loud moan slips from his throat, the warm liquid already filling you up so good. And you find himself shutting him up with a kiss - the sloppiest youve ever had at this point.

His movements stop, his mind hazy from all the pleasure he's receiving. All he can focus on is you, and only you. You were content with leaving things like this, you were honestly about to cum anyway. Just another minute of him staying inside of you... But Carlos seemed to have gotten a different idea. Suddenly, he's in a kneeling position right in front of you, looking up with his pretty eyes. His eyelashes are longer than mine... what the fuck?

However, your train of thought quickly melts away when his tongue makes contact with your clit. He wanted to go slow just to tease you, but all the pretty sounds you were making teased him instead, and he found himself speeding up just a little, making sure to apply some more pressure as well. And, soon enough, youre riding your own high against his face. Both of your breaths are heavy, and both of you could be found smiling.

You both forgot about the load in you, however. You were still bathing in the dopamine after-high, the satisfaction making both of your heads spin. He looked up at you, again. And right at this moment, marrying your best friend seemed possible - something you never believed in.

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charlesslut16 · 10 months

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hii, could you do one with YN having curly hair and Carlos being obsessed with her hair and she doesn't normally like when people touch it but she just let's him?

ps.: sorry if I wrote something incorrectly, english isn't my first language

- love your work 💜

-only you can touch my hair-

summary : carlos is the only one, who can touch your hair.

PAIRING : carlos sainz x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none.

note : i hope you like it eve if it a little short.

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Since you were a little girl, you had always long, thick curtly hair. This still remains till today. You loved your hair, you took great care of it, to make sure that it wouldn't get damaged.

And because you loved your hair so much, you would never let anyone touch it. Your mother, father, siblings, friends, no one was allowed to touch your precious curly hair.

Until Carlos came into the picture. He loved your hair, the same way you loved it. He was literally obsessed with your hair. Carlos always wanted to touch it, since it felt like silk.

In the beginning of your relationship, you were reluctant, to let carlos touch your hair. You always told him, that if he touched your hair, it would get greasy and carlos always accepted it.

But after some time, he really wanted to touch it. It may sound really weird, but he loved your hair. The way it fell down your shoulders and how it shone in the light.

Carlos also wanted to comfort you with it. When you were sad, carlos wanted to stoke your head to calm you down or to relax yourself. But he always held back, as he knew how much it meant to you.

But now the hair situation changed. You still hated it if someone touched your hair, but when carlos touched it you were okay with it, which made carlos very happy.

So to say this, you hated if someone else than Carlos touched your beautiful curly hair.

Both of you were in your shared bedroom. Carlos sat on the bed, while you were doing your hair and make - up. In the middle of your makeup routine, carlos came up to you and gave you a kiss on your head.

"How long is this going to take? Can I go to the shower before you need help?" Carlos asked you and weaved his large hand through the curly mess on your head.

"Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, you can shower, Querido." Carlos nodded, gave you a kiss on your hairline and walked to the bathroom to shower, as you were invited to a birthday. Beloved

But before he showered, carlos walked back into the room and roomed through your shared closet to find the fitting clothes for the birthday of your friend.

After carlos showered, he walked into the bedroom again, now fitted in white jeans and a blue shirt. Carlos saw that you were finished with your hair and that you just needed to spray setting spray on.

He took the bottle out of your hand and sprayed it on your hair. He took it into his hand, so that the spray could get everywhere. As he was finished, you stood up and looked at him.

"Te he dicho que tu cabello se ve excelente, mi amada niña?" Did I tell you that your hair looks great, my beloved girl?

"Tal vez una o dos veces, mi hombre guapo." You said with a teasing smile on your face. You laid your hand on his broad chest, and he pulled you closer. Maybe once, or twice, my handsome man.

"Well, your hair looks absolutely perfect, my dear."

"Thank you. Are you finished, so we can go, we will be late if we do not go now."

"I'm finished." Carlos answered and you gave him a short nod. You wanted to take your bag, but carlos was faster and snatched it away from you. His motto was that he would carry everything for you.

You just shook your head and walked to the front door and putted your high heels on that fitted your dress perfectly. And seconds later, Carlos came down to put his shoes on.

Finished, you walked out of the door to carlos Ferrari, that was parked in front of the garage. He opened the passenger door for you and then closed it to walk to his side.

As he was in, he gave you your bag and started the motor, so you could drive. But before you drove, he gave putted your hair behind your ear and gave you a long kiss.

Then he drove to your destination, opened the door gentlemanlike for you, and you walked with your hands intertwined to the front door and carlos rang the bell.

Your friend opened the door and hugged you immediately, just as she wanted to stroke your hair, while you hugged, but you retreated back to carlos, and he told he that you didn't like to get your hair touched.

She understood and walked you to the table, who the people greeted you both. You sat down on the chair and leaned your side on carlos, who laid his hand on your shoulder.

The people at the table asked about your hair, what products you used and if they could touch your hair, but you always denied them and told them that you didn't like it.

As the people were engaged in their conversations, you looked at carlos with pleading eyes, and he instantly understood what you wanted. Carlos leaned down and gave you a kiss.

While you kissed, Carlos weaved his hand through your hair, curled his finger around your hair and stroked your hair. Carlos is and always will be the only one who can touch your hair.

"Have I told you that you have very beautiful hair, my princess?"

"Yes, my dear. Yes, you did"

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iconocon · 2 years

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storytelling | verstappen

summary: maxsplaining

warnings: fluffy talkative max

type: oneshot | word count: 1k | ✧ fluff

when max is excited or surprised or happy or mad or even when max feels anything at all nothing can stop him from talking the nearest person in his proximities ear off. it’s almost like a reflex that he just can’t seem to help himself to tell whoever's closest to him the most recent stream of thoughts in his head so he can rationalize it to himself. most people would find this annoying but you couldn’t help but love the quirky little details that made max- well max.

usually, during race weekends you barely saw each other as he had a huge itinerary down to when he could even use the bathrooms and you just happily inserted yourself in whenever you were given the chance to. this weekend was no exception to that schedule. It was qualification day in montreal, a place where most of the grid hasn’t raced in years or even for some not at all and if there was one thing you knew for certain it was that your boyfriend wasn’t nervous to be back in the territory. however, that being said you also did know about his apprehensions from the three prior free practices that did not go entirely as he would of liked. the weekend was entirely his to lose as charles, his newest championship rival unfortunately had to take a grid penalty from the prior race so even when the weekend wasn’t a huge sacrifice the championship still seemingly loomed over his head.

the rain did nothing to calm your own nerves as you opted to sit in the driver's room instead of the garage due to the cold wet weather to wait for it all to be over in comfort. your boyfriend was insane in wet conditions, you never understood how or why he just was so in tune with the car but you couldn’t stop the awe on your face as you watched him lap after lap on the tiny screen.

Q1 - P1

Q2 - P1

with one lap to go you thought the streak was finally over and then he did it. once again he earned himself pole position, the most coveted spot on the whole grid.

Q3- P1

every single round he topped the charts each time battling it out amongst hamilton, alonso, sainz, beating each one to set a faster time for pole. the little dance you did in the driver's room was equally as embarrassing as the shout that you were sure the cooking staff on the opposite end probably heard in the kitchen as your heart swelled with pride for your dutch boyfriend.

speaking of the first thing max did when he saw you brought you in for a short kiss and then you guessed it not even 5 seconds later he started spewing every single thought that came out of his mouth. the routine almost happened like clockwork down to the millisecond.

“did you see in Q2 when i set the time on the last lap? i was fucking losing my mind” he was almost pacing as he started storytelling using his hands to show you as he went around kerbs and corners. as much as you were just as excited as he was to hear every single detail or thought in each corner of his brain you knew he had to quickly get dressed to go back out for interviews so you took it into your own hands. continuing to nod at his own dramatic version of his teammates crash using his own fingers as what you could only assume as a miniature version of checo you pull at the velcro around his neck pulling the zipper down to his waist.

finally, even he starts to get the idea of what you're doing deciding to join in to help you undress him pulling off his fireproof top to replace it with a familiar logo-filled polo. the goofy grin that you love so much even makes an appearance as you whistle at the shirtless show even making him stop his rant once again for a second to throw a flirty comment about “how there’s more where that came from”. that too came quicker than it started as his mind drifted to now tire strategy as you searched for the same chinos he wears every single day he has the chance.

“we were so much faster on inters- at least i think- did i look faster?"

you knew by the tone that even though it sounded like a question to you it was more a question to his inner monologue a quick "thanks babe” followed as he now changed into the fresh clothes you jointly dressed him in. knowing what was next on the agenda and hated having to be left alone in the motorhome again you find yourself setting his flat-brimmed navy redbull hat on your own head sighing loudly sitting beside him to catch his attention as he laces up his puma sponsored shoes. hearing even the traces of discontent in your response to his theory he looks at you frowning, “ok so maybe i won’t ask for that strat god schatje” the concern etched on his face immediately disappeared as you pulled his face towards yours, both hands gripping his jaw to kiss him harshly forcing him to actually focus all his attention on you. with that all words were soon going out the window as the room now swelled with groans replacing them. hands now roomed as they went searching to find your thighs to guide them onto either side of his own hips to slot you in like a puzzle piece. the swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip almost made you forget about the time until the knock on the door with the shout of 30 seconds that follows causes you to peck his own bottom lip before pulling yourself off the star of the show.

“duty calls verstappen” another kiss lands on your head as he goes to pull the fabric brim off of it to place it on its final destination on top of his own. “I’ll be back before you know it”

“yeah yeah shoo shoo” finding yourself back to occupying yourself with your phone you wave him off towards the white door of the room knowing that when he eventually does come back he will have another story to share with you that you can’t wait to hear all over again.

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small and nothing tooooo exciting but hope you guys enjoyed! i have been writing part 3 for the monaco series but im not set on a date so i wanted to give you something else in the mean time!

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coimbrabertone · 10 days

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Formula One Was Good Actually?

Yes.

I can't believe it either, but I did actually enjoy the F1 race this weekend.

Okay, so, just going to get the elephant out of the room now - the fact that Lando Norris won instead of Max Verstappen is doing a lot of heavy lifting here, but it's not just because of that - and now that I've said that, I'm going to talk about why I enjoyed F1 yesterday at the 2024 Miami Grand Prix.

Full disclosure, I didn't watch the sprint and it doesn't sound like I missed much.

In the race, however, something interesting happened...Max didn't break the field right away. He pulled a bit of a gap on Leclerc, yes, but Piastri in third was quick, and he managed to overtake Leclerc for second pretty early on, even started gaining.

Once Max pit, it was Piastri in the lead by a pretty comfortable margin, then Sainz, then Norris. I tuned into the race around this point since NASCAR at Kansas - also a banger of a race, I might get into that later actually - was in a rain delay. Piastri and Sainz made their pitstops, Lando was actually going quick - IIRC he had the fastest lap at this point - but still, it looked to me like Max had a clear path to the lead for the umpteenth time.

Kevin Magnussen, attempting to overtake hometown driver Logan Sargeant, hit the Williams and sent him into the barrier gearbox first. Logan was out on the spot, Kevin continued, and the safety car came out.

Now, maybe Bernd Maylander was just used to slotting in ahead of Max Verstappen - and can you blame him after these last three years? - but the safety car picked up Max in second, while Lando was free to run to the delta. Everyone knew he was going to make a free pitstop at this point, but with the rest of the field stuck behind the safety car, the question became...is Lando going to put a hole lap on the field?

Well, fortunately or unfortunately, race control waved the field by the safety car before any shenanigans could occur, so when Lando made his stop and came out on fresh hards, he caught the safety car with the rest of the field directly behind.

This is where things got fun.

On the restart, full disclosure, I thought Lando blew it and let Max Verstappen get too close...only for the Red Bull to fail to get the pass done on the start-finish straight. Lando kept the lead...and pulled away for the rest of the race.

Meanwhile, Verstappen spent the first part of the post-SC portion of the race breaking out of Leclerc's DRS range, while behind, Piastri and Sainz where showing that DRS wasn't a free pass this time out. And that's really what I liked about this race - the fact that, lap after lap, Sainz would get DRS on Piastri and would try and pass going into turn eleven...and it wouldn't be enough.

Unfortunately, Sainz eventually just decided to barge his way through and sent Piastri into the pits for a new front wing and fresh tyres, but the idea was there. DRS was an overtaking assist, but it wasn't a free overtake - and that's how I believe it should be.

That being said, as Piastri showed once he was on fresh tyres, a faster car could get by, so he charged through the likes of Albon and Ricciardo, taking fastest lap and eventually finishing thirteenth after having come out of the pits nineteenth. Sainz would get a five second penalty post race.

We had a new winner in Lando Norris, the winner started from fifth on the grid, it was a Grand Prix in the United States at a pleasant afternoon timeslot for me, and for the first time, it felt like it lived up to the hype of Miami.

Now there was also another thing, and it's so divisive that I'm not even sure if I should talk about it in this blog, but it's that Donald Trump was in attendance. He was a guest of Muhammad Ben Sulayem and Liberty Media, they took him through the McLaren garage, he posed with Zak Brown outside the garages, and he took a photo with Ben Sulayem and Lando Norris post-race. Not only that, but David Croft, in his race winning call went "On a weekend where McLaren has welcomed an ex-President into their garage, it's Norris who trumps Verstappen!"

So...in the eyes of some people, Norris' first win is forever going to be associated with a divisive ex-President who is one: subject to various legal proceedings in a number of states, and two: is running for office yet again. I hate that for Norris.

I'm not getting into the politics, I'm not making a judgment either way, please don't use this as a place to rant about your particular political views, I'm just saying it sucks that, a day after this guy's first win, I'm still seeing people talk about a guy who was a guest in the paddock rather than the guy who actually won the race.

It must suck for your first win to be at the center of people's political and moral arguments one way or another. I wish it wasn't a topic of conversation coming out of this race.

So yeah, I got to watch an F1 race I enjoyed for the first time in awhile, I even watched some of the post-race content, and by the time that was wrapping up, it was time for NASCAR.

I really like 1.5 mile triovals and Kansas is one of the best ones. We had moments of three, four, and even five wide in that race, and at the end of it all, we got the closest winning margin in NASCAR history. 0.001 seconds for Kyle Larson in the #5 HendrickCars Chevrolet over Chris Buescher in the #17 Castrol Edge Ford Mustang. I was rooting for Buescher, I desperately wanted Ford to get their first win of the season, but seeing that, I just had to throw my hands up and say it was a good race.

So, while there wasn't any MotoGP or Indycar this weekend, F1 and NASCAR managed to give me a pretty good Sunday of racing. I'm pleasantly surprised and I'm glad I can say that.

I hope McLaren can keep the forward momentum going and actually challenge Red Bull somewhat consistently, and I hope Ford can snap their winless streak in NASCAR sometime soon.

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