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libraryofloveletters · 7 months

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chapter three: the eyes never lie

Chalres Leclerc x Fem!Reader + Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nerves, guilty feelings, charles is a bit oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend is out here like that, inconsistent race schedules sorry, carlos is ignoring/not feeling the guilt, mentions of cheating, a few cheeky comments from carlos, tension, lingering looks, flirting, the use of 'slut' in a derogatory way.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author's Note: sorry for the wait besties! hopefully y'all are into this as much as I am lmao

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The nerves were racking you and you can't help but feel guilty about your actions.

Your darling boyfriend Charles seems to notice your nerves, but chalked it up to nothing more than nerves over your upcoming exams. It was more than that; it was the fact that you had left him with a good intention of going home and somehow ended up in the bed of his teammate.

There's a bit of a break between the races in Monaco and Monza, you and Charles spent the majority of the break in Monaco, relaxing and unwinding - at least Charles was.

It's eating away at you, swallowing you whole every time you look at your boyfriend. You felt guilty just thinking about Carlos, let alone when Charles brings him up - you push away the thoughts, shutting the conversation down.

You love Charles or at least that's what you keep telling yourself.

Forcing yourself to think that you were in love with him and in some ways you were, but you knew that it was never going to be the same way it was with Carlos.

Now, if it was love you felt for Carlos? You weren't sure.

All you knew was that Charles never - in the 7 months you've been together - ever made you feel the way that Carlos did.

Days to Monza turned into hours and into seconds; now, there you are, at the home of Ferrari with your boyfriend. You find yourself, surrounded by Charles and Carlos, their faces plastered everywhere, the crowds chanting their names; you can't escape either of them.

It wasn't Charles you wanted to escape, but Carlos.

He was everywhere you didn't want him to be.

It was easy to pretend with Charles after a while. You ignored everything Carlos related, you and Charles lived in a harmonious little bubble without a thing in the world to bother you. Now that you've left, it was hard - so hard. Every single second you had a gut wrenching feeling that you'd be caught. That someone, somewhere, would know what you and Carlos did in Monaco.

They'd find out that you weren't a loving girlfriend but instead a cheating slut.

While you were battling your moral conscience every day, Carlos seemed perfectly fine.

You never understood how he managed to go on with his days as if you two hadn't done anything wrong. It was wrong, so fucking wrong but god, did it feel good. The guilt was eating you alive, you needed to talk to Carlos - you didn't need to be around him, you really should stay away but you needed to get this off your chest.

Charles was in the media pen and you had maybe half an hour before he came back. So you took that as your chance to go speak to his teammate.

Finding your way to his driver's room, you knock on the door. You were expecting Carlos, not Rupert. "Hey, y/n." The ginger smiles, "everything okay ?"

Rupert wasn't expecting you, his brows furrowed as he sees you peek behind him. "Is Carlos here? I uh.. I need to speak to him."

"He had to grab something from his car, he'll be back in a few."

"Oh," you nod, "I'll come back."

"No no, that's okay. You can come in and wait for him, he'll be back in a few and I have to go prep his stuff for quali anyways."

"You're sure?" You asked, hesitantly stepping into the room.

"Absolutely," Rupert steps to the side, letting you make yourself comfortable before shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

You sit by yourself for a while, taking in the surroundings. You had never actually been in his driver's room - you had no reason to be in there. There's a Spain flag hanging on the wall, a few family photos here and there, a terrifying comparison photo of him and his father; something of nightmares but to each their own. The pillow behind you had the Spain flag printed on it, your finger traced over the patterns when the door opens.

"You're not Rupert," the voice calls, shutting the door behind them. Setting the pillow down, you look up to see Carlos. "Would you like me to call him back?" You asked, standing up before you fixed the pillow.

Carlos smiled, shaking his head. "No."

"And why not?"

"Rupert won't kiss me the way you do," he admits, making you roll your eyes. As much as you wanted to scream and fight, he was so charming and you couldn't help the smile on your face.

"If you paid him enough, I'm sure he'd probably kiss you."

Carlos took a step towards you, his hand resting on your lower back. "Still won't be as good as you."

You give him a soft shove, creating some space between the two of you. "Do you not feel guilty, Carlos?"

"Guilty?" His brows furrow, the faintest of head tilts as he looks at you. "What for?"

You scoff; you're not sure if you're more mad at yourself or at him for not knowing what you meant. "Monaco." You say quietly, eyes fixed on him.

Carlos shrugs, sitting on the little couch in his room. You turn to face the man, his eyes wandering up and down your body. "Stop that." You say, rolling your eyes yet again.

"Need I remind you that I'm not the one in a relationship?" His arms crossed as he looked at you.

"So it's all on me?"

He hums, shrugging. "Could have walked out that night, y/n. You didn't have to stay and you definitely didn't have to do that thing with your-"

"Stop." You cut him off, pointing a finger at him. Carlos smirks, pursing his lips as he clears his throat.

"You texted me, you kissed me, Carlos."

"You didn't have to come, y/n. You didn't have to kiss me back, I wasn't holding you hostage."

"Might as well have been."

"Oh please, you loved it." He smiles, raising his eyebrows. You scoff, unable to believe the nonsense you were hearing from the man. "Fuck you, Carlos."

He leans back, his arms behind his head. "You sure did, y/n."

You groan, unsure if you wanted to punch him, strangle him or suffocate him with his stupid Spain throw pillow but instead, chose to walk out of his room; just as you did, you bump into one person that shouldn't have seen you up there.

"You okay, babe?" Charles's hands rest on your arms, steadying you after you bump into him. You smile, nodding. "I was just coming to look for you."

He notices Carlos's door open, the Spanish driver watching the two of you. "What were you looking for me for?" Charles asks, his arm over your shoulder as his glance moves from his teammate back to you.

"My sunglasses are in your room." You smiled, leaning into your boyfriend.

"Were you just with Carlos?" Charles asks, curiosity getting the best of him. You nod, "I just walked up with him, I was waiting for you to come up so we were just chatting."

"Yeah," Carlos pipes up from his room, smiling at the couple; y/n's a quick thinker, he thinks to himself - that'll come in handy.

You look at Carlos, the man locking eyes with you and you look away but his eyes stay fixed on you. Something about the way he looked at you rubbed Charles the wrong way and being the good boyfriend he was, notices the uncomfortableness of the situation.

"Did you get your sunglasses, love?" He asks, walking you towards his driver's room. "No, the door was locked." You tell him, "Andrea must have locked it."

Charles nods, towards his door before unlocking it for you. "Go on," he lets you walk in, shutting the door behind you two.

The two drivers' rooms shared a wall between them, everything could be heard, there was essentially no privacy when it came to them. Carlos could hear when Charles asked if you were okay. You tell him you're fine, Carlos is certain you've got your signature reassuring smile on your face as you tell him you're okay.

He hears the door open and shut again, the footsteps approaching his driver's room. It's Charles, "meeting starts in 15 in the garage," his teammate tells him, leaning on the doorframe.

Carlos nods, glancing at the woman behind him. "I'll be there."

The Monegasque driver nods, reaching for his girlfriend's hand, the two of you interlocking fingers as you make your way to the stairs. Carlos gets up, walking over to the doorway and leaning on the doorframe as he watches you make your way down; red skirt bouncing with each step, your sunglasses pushed into your hair - no one would ever think that you were anything other than Charles' loving girlfriend.

Carlos knew you were so much more than that.

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No matter how much you tried, how you tossed and turned, sleep would not come. Charles was already in dreamland, his arm over your waist as he snored quietly.

Usually, it'd put you to sleep - even if you did find it annoying at first but now, it's a reminder of your constant guilt.

Unable to sleep, you find yourself getting out of bed. The stirring wakes Charles and the man sitting up as you put your slippers on.

"Where are you going?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.

"For a walk. I have a headache so I just want some fresh air." You turn to face him and he nods. "Do you want some company?"

You smile but shake your head, "it's okay, babe. Stay and sleep, I'll be back in 20 minutes."

Charles smiles, laying back down. "Be safe," he mumbles, eyes already closed. His hand reached out for you, something he did when you left before he did - the different time zones he travelled through often left him in bed for longer than you.

You hold it, walking around the bed to his side and leaning down. Charles opens his eyes for a moment, his free hand cupping your jaw as he smiles sleepily at you.

"You're sure you'll be okay?"

You nod, "I'll be back before you know it." The man smiles, pulling you down slightly to give you a kiss. As horrible as it was, the thought crossed your mind; it didn't feel the same as Carlos. The passion wasn't there.

You pick up your room key, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind you quietly. You took the stairs, making your way outside through a back door.

You end up by the pool and you're certain no one was going to be out there, it's nearly 2am.

Much to your surprise, there was someone there.

You can't see the person just yet but you can see the figure in the pool, the outline of their body. As you walk closer to the edge, the person comes up to the surface, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

Carlos.

"Seems you keep finding me," he says, floating around.

You shrug, "just needed some fresh air, what are you doing up? Should you be getting your beauty sleep for the race tomorrow ?"

"Swimming helps me relax; Rupert is sleeping and the gym is closed so here I am." Carlos tells you, watching as you left your slippers by the table, walking over barefoot and sitting at the edge of the pool. Your legs hung down into the cold water, your face twisting in momentary displeasure before you relaxed slightly.

You always seem to be on edge these days.

He swims up to the edge, leaning on it. His tanned arms rest over the edge, water dripping off his muscles as he looks over at you. "I don't feel guilty." He says.

"I do."

"You shouldn't." He whispers and your brows furrow. "Charles isn't that great of a boyfriend."

You scoff, unable to believe his audacity. "How could you even say that?"

"If he was such a great boyfriend, if he really knew you; he'd realize something was off by now and considering that you two are still happily in love, he hadn't put two and two together."

It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts; unsure if you should drown him or cuss him out but you bite your tongue and hold back the urge to drown him.

You get up, pulling yourself up from the pool. "I think I'll be going back to bed."

Carlos nods, getting out of the pool himself. You had brushed the water from your legs, putting your slippers back on.

Just as you go to walk away, Carlos grabs your hand. "You shouldn't feel guilty about something that feels right."

Again, you don't answer the man but pull your hand away instead.

"You know exactly what I mean, y/n." He calls out to you as you walk away, you stop to look back at him before you walk into the hotel, half minded to turn the lock on the door and leave him outside.

Once again, you find yourself on the stairs, walking up to the 15th floor. You stop by your room door, feeling your pockets for the key as you catch your breath.

The lock clicks when you slide the key into the slot.

Charles had his back to the door, you set your key down and took your slippers off as you made your way to bed. He feels the mattress dip as you get into bed, his arms wrapping around you before pulling you into him.

You settle into his chest, the tip of his nose brushes against your ear. His brows furrow, the man half asleep when he asks, "why do you smell like that?"

"What?" You look at him, "smell like what? I showered, you know."

He chuckles, "no, like.. the pool, chlorine."

"Oh," the image of Carlos shirtless and wet crosses your mind and you push the thought away. "Ended up by the pool when I went for my walk. There were some teenagers splashing around."

"So late?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, "I can change if you want-" "Just stay," he whispers, arms tightening around you.

The room falls quiet, Charles is snoring again and you pray that sleep comes as you close your eyes for the second time that night.

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thetwelfthcrow · 5 months

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For the headcanon game, I'm curious about Charles, Carlos, Max, Lewis 💜🥰 and Esteban 💛

Thank you 💚

oh hello, love!

doing this in order of who i have Thought (brainrotted) most about: lewis / carlos / charles / esteban. for max, see here!

Lewis Hamilton

Sexuality Headcanon: this man is so so comfortable and confident in his sexuality. and it is: whatever i feel like. i'm certain lewis can get equal attention from men and women so if he really has never slept with a man before he should give it a shot. his opportunities are literally endless (just look at, y'know, how george looks at lewis on an average workday).

in regards to actual kinks/sexual preferences: i feel like lewis is the sort of laid back guy when it comes to kinks that he hasn't actively gone out and figured out what he's into. he will, however, always make sure the other comes first (polite gentleman, after all).

i was reading a fic late last night and got inspired to write a dom!lewis fic one day. just a full 'call me daddy/sir', 'if you don't behave, you know what you will get', 'oh darling, look at you, all messy and wanting. of course i'll take care of you. you think you can handle another?'. but he is the type of dom that would need dom-aftercare. a bit of reassurance that the dom/sub dynamics are all play and they're equal in their relationship or something.

Gender Headcanon: this man is so confident as a man that he can wear half-dresses (met gala 2021 i loooove you) or 'girly' colours, or bright rainbows or fucking lingerie and still see himself as a man. his masculinity can't be threatened and he pushes the boundaries wherever he can.

A ship I have with said character: ...do i need to say-- 4433 !!!! OF COURSE. but mandatory past!brocedes in everything. that shaped him.

i can also see: sewis, for instance.

A BROTP I have with said character: valtteri, tho i think it's one-sided from lewis' view. i think lewis values valtteri more than valtteri sees it as friendship. not bc of lewis! but bc of merc.

A NOTP I have with said character: not necessarily a notp, but i think lewis/george and lewis/charles and so many other ships w lewis are more one-sided from the other's side. lewis is really That Man that everyone adores and i can se george and charles sinking to their knees if lewis gave them One Look, yk?

A random headcanon: nipple kink.

General Opinion over said character: i love love love lewis so much. i'd so not be normal if he was ever even remotely in my vicinity. i look up to this man and all he can do, manage and achieve and with the attitude he has. i'd also suck his dick in a very disgusting alley if he only slightly implied he'd want that. i don't know. this man ruins me on a daily basis in the most blissful way. goat, of course.

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minor disclaimer for everyone below: i do not think much about these nice gentlemen in my daily life. i'm not really a fan, but also i've quite a lot of respect for them (except esteban sorry he should make way for rookies).

Carlos Sainz jr.

Sexuality Headcanon: this man is mediterranean so there's no such thing as homosexuality or heterosexuality. all of it blends into one very touchy, affectionate and gay bit of behaviour. this man doesn't have any personal space when it comes to his friends/colleagues and he's so right for it.

he knows how to work those fingers and that mouth, too.

doesn't strike me as a kinky type, just a passionate lover. he would, however, totally be into waxplay and foodplay. no reason.

Gender Headcanon: i think gender hc's for f1 drivers are quite hard but carlos is very certainly a man and would also be confused by the concept of non-binary'isms (not in an offensive way! just in an, i've never heard of that, what does it mean? way)

A ship I have with said character: charlos, absolutely. i can see versainz too.

A BROTP I have with said character: carlando, they're very good buds with a little bit of homoromanticism but not one bit homoeroticism.

A NOTP I have with said character: i'll get murdered for this but carlando bc of ^^

A random headcanon: this man knows how to massage

General Opinion over said character: great guy, lots of hope for him as an f1 driver. i think he's slightly too over-competitive when it comes to silly little games for marketing videos (which very quickly gets into my allergy-zone) but other than that i think he's a good guy.

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Charles Leclerc

Sexuality Headcanon: Charles strikes me as a guy that may not have... tasted every cake, so to say. a man that just rolls w what goes but doesn't generally. explore. maybe? he'll go where someone else leads, i think.

i can see everyone as verse (it's my brand lmao) but w charles i think i'd always lean more toward putting him in a sub role. it's just, vibes.

Gender Headcanon: same as carlos

A ship I have with said character: piarles! those men have something very fruity going on and i'd love to read all about it ;)

secondary is charlos. there's something very not straight going on between them. maybe the red lights gets them that amsterdam vibe. i'd get horny bc of it, too.

A BROTP I have with said character: seb/charles. i think they've got this cute sorta father/son dynamic but with just this bit of a sexual layer. charles would suck off seb if seb asked nicely, i'm sure

A NOTP I have with said character: lestappen. in the sense that: i can see it through the lens of diehard shippers but when i look at the contact they genuinely have... yeah, they're friendly w each other. i don't see the spice, personally.

A random headcanon: he'd make (/order) you breakfast from your favoite place after staying over.

General Opinion over said character: il predistino deserves more opportunities but i also think he's still got a lot to learn. if nothing progresses around you, however, it's not really easy to learn new stuff. i don't know if i feel pity or sympathy but either way i think he deserves better than what ferrari has given him the past years. but also, he's not really made the most of every opportunity so (shrugs) i don't know. i like charles.

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Esteban Ocon

Sexuality Headcanon: i have genuinely never thought of esteban and having sex if i'm honest. not in the sense of 'he doesn't have sex' but more, me rn going oh yeah. sure, huh. how would he have sex? i have no clue. he's tall and lanky so i'd def love to see that all tied up and submissive. but i don't think about it too hard bc i don't find him attractive so it's hard for me to picture it!

Gender Headcanon: same as carlos tbf

A ship I have with said character: ... none, if i'm honest? i can see the appeal of some sort of enemies-to-lovers pierre/esteban.

A BROTP I have with said character: i like esteban and lance's friendship, from the three gifs i've seen

A NOTP I have with said character: genuinely don't give esteban too much thought. so, i guess my main blorbos lewis/max/lando i'd get him to stay away from.

A random headcanon: i think it'd be quite easy to get him to beg

General Opinion over said character: yeah as i said. decent guy, probably. i don't give much thought to esteban. i don't want to be mean but i think he's had quite some time in f1 and hasn't shown any unique talent that gets him his position among the top 20 in the world. i'd like to see someone else take his seat, a nice rookie, someone fresh. but about him as a person? no clue.

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[driver headcanons!]

[rpf disclaimer: all of this is fake bro]

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amoosarte · 8 months

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐂.𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 𝐉𝐑

SUMMARY ! in which Carlos won't admit it but he's been in love with his childhood friend, that he likes to tease but at a party he took her it too far, so he ask for her hand in marriage the morning after.

FACECLAIM ! julia.hatchh, TROPE ! somewhat enemies to lovers !

Lana simply can't stand him, he's unbearable and stupid. Carlos sainz jr, is a tease and a flirt, he's the second best rake in london, next to Anthony bridgerton but his rain is now over since he got married.

A womanizer, a man with money and status, the man she hated since birth, and a man she saw sexually. She hate to admit it but his teasing got the best of her.

Lana hated him, but then when he entered the ballroom her heart would beat in a million.

Lana sighed as the time came for yet again another ball.

The maids rushed slightly, bathing her delicate body with the most floral scents. The sun that once leaked inside of her room was now slowly fading away, since the night was taking over.

Her covered nude body sat at her vanity while her maids, patted makeup on her cinnamon skin. The others patted her hair dry until it was dry enough to put in curlers.

They worked to make her presentable, since she was the diamond of her season. Every man wanted to marry her, besides her statues this season, she was a woman of perfection, beauty, and elegance. Of course every man wanted her, who wouldn't?

In the matter of second her body was dressed in a ruby red dress and her arms wrapped around the most purest silky gloves. As her mama came inside her room with jewels she would display today.

"Absolutely stunning darling." Her mother kissed her cheek, Lana looked at herself in her mirror, she wondered 'will this catch his attention tonight?' perhaps.

"Let's go darling, the carriage are waiting." Her mother led her downstairs, where older brother and father were waiting for them.

Carlos would be lying if she didn't look gorgeous when she walked in, his eyes wandered that red dress, his favorite color. He knew that color would look good on her, it drawed him near her, what made it worse that it was on her lips as well.

His eyes widen, every unmarried married man was looking at her as if she was meat. "dammit." he growled. He saw every one of those men ask her to dance with her, in which she said yes.

He smiled and talked with a group of men near her commotion, slowly making his way there. He would say it was pure luck when her mother noticed him, of course he acted natural, he wanted to be seen chatting with men and not looking at her daughter.

"Carlos, how are you?" Her mother pulled Lana towards him, in which she rolled her eyes. "Miss Delgado, i've been good how about you?" Carlos smoothly asked, he knew her mother had a sweet spot for him.

"oh dear, I've been good as well!" Her mother smiled, covering her mouth to giggle. "I'm glad, how about you Lana?" His voice made her snap his attention to him. Her mother had to tap her arm for her to respond.

"I'm doing well, Duke Sainz." She bowed her head, making him smirk. "How about I'll be your last dance of the evening?" He offered his hand, in which her mother pushed her to take.

Lana placed her hand on his larger one, the one she dreamed of touching her. It was the one that pulled her on the dance floor when the music played. Lana didn't dare to look at him, she would falter if she did.

"Did you miss my presence?" Carlos whispered into her ear, as he made their bodies dance. "Miss you? What a joke." Lana said sarcastically. "i've enjoyed my time without seeing your stupid face." She said, twirling when assigned too.

When her body came back from the twirl, his hand slowly crept on the waist, making her breath hitch. "So you missed me?" Carlos saw the blush on her cheeks. "Did you miss me, taking you out to dance?" He said.

"I recall It's the only time I can touch you, and you love it." His deep voice was a melody that would trap you. "Do not start with me Carlos." Lana snarled back, looking directly at it. There was this glint in her eyes that made Carlos hesitant.

They ended the dance in silence, they bowed as respect. After Carlos looked up to see her, she was already rushing down. She needed air, everything or everyone was looking at her tonight, it was insufferable.

Lana gasped air in when she stepped outside, who was he to make her feel this way?

She rushed to a bench a tad bit far from the party, she needed to clear her head of him. Lana groaned as she heard someone step near her. "who's there?" Lana snapped her eyes up, only to see the man she hated.

"Calm down, what was that?" Carlos said in disbelief, why was she so mad? "God Carlos, can't you ever leave me alone?" Lana huffed out, getting up and rushing away. Why was he everywhere?

A tight grip was on her wrist, making her pull back to face him. "Why are you so mad?" Carlos said in a more serious tone. "Why do you care?" Lana snarled back, trying to rip her hand out of his grip.

"God, you're driving me crazy!" Lana laughed, finally getting out of his grip. “Please, you love it when I drive you insane.” Carlos walked In front of her, making her look at him.

“I dare you to deny it, you love my comments.” Carlos smirked, making her heart beat faster. “I bet you love it when I make you sexually frustrated .” Carlos hovered above her. “What did I tell you about your comments?”

Lana glared at him, making Carlos look directly at her. “You love them don’t you?” Carlos whispered stroking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I could tell the moment I put my hand on your waist.”

— You think I haven’t noticed? The way you get red, the way your chest goes up and down?” Carlos said looking at her. “Carlos stop it.” Lana got flustered, trying to get away from him, but he blocked her way.

“you can’t even look at me!” He shouted a bit, making her frustrated. “so what!” Lana finally said it, making Carlos become quiet. "So what if I like it when you tell me such things! when you make me feel butterflies! when you touch me!" Lana dumped out.

"Why do you do it?" She asked, making Carlos inhale sharply. "what?" He simply said, making Lana groan out. "you're the biggest rake this year, why do you play with me?"

"Am I just a plaything to you? If so, don't come near me Carlos Sainz!" Lana snapped at him. She started to walk away from him, but yet again Carlos took ahold of her wrist. "I do it to distract myself from you."

His voice was stern and serious, his eyes were on her, they were going to eat her up. "Everytime you walk in, my eyes go to you--

All I look at, is you." He said sharply, his face inching towards her. "You've been my desire since we were eighteen, i've been dying slowly for you." Carlos poured his heart out.

"I have no innocent thought of you." Carlos huffed out, licking his lips, eyes drawn to her red lips. "You wearing red makes me think of everything!" His eyes on her lips yet again, heads moving closer and closer. "I want you and only you."

"Then take me, make me yours." Lana inched her hand to his lips, finally locking lips on his. Carlos would say her lips were plum, soft and seductive. He couldn't help himself but pull her into him.

They must have been starving, as their lips dug into their faces. Hands were everywhere, hers in his fluffy brown hair, while his were anywhere on her body.

Lips stuck on her neck, kissing her to her bosoms. Making her get slightly vocal, feeling his chest press against hers. Her back bumping into the garden wall, making her arch her back.

Little by little her dress inched up, the show of her cinnamon legs made Carlos growl, pushing himself off. Lana was breathing hard, what has she done..

"Go inside..." Carlos rubbed his face in realization of what he did, making Lana scared. "Carlos what are we going to do.." Lana felt scared, she finally got what she wanted but at what cost?

Carlos stepped near her, grabbing her hands. "Don't be scared, I'll be at your house first thing in the morning.."Carlos said making her confuse. "You're not thinking of.." Her realization made him laugh lightly.

"I took your innocence, it's the least I could do.." His words made her look at him. "You plan to marry me?" Lana said unsure, he looked unsure. "I've been wanting too, I just thought I wasn't your dream." Carlos said.

"Please you been all of what i've been dreaming of." Lana got red, making him smile. "Will you marry me, Lana?" Carlos proposed, making her smile shyly. "Of course Carlos."

It was safe to say Carlos kept his promise, first thing he did that morning was ask for her hand in marriage, in which her father accepted.

The sight of him waiting for her in their garden was like a dream, just with a ring, waiting to be placed on her finger.

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earth-to-lottie · 3 years

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Okay but THE TRAILER

Wow

#drive to survive #formula one #but why did they include the crash like it was a movie scene??#I get romain is fine but come on #it’s glamorising someone almost dying #that’s not cool #but besides that #MY BODY IS READY #lol @ Lando being an absolute mess of course he is my darling #but I can see ALREADY they will try and create drama between Lando and Carlos about his move to ferrari #just watch #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #charles leclerc #max verstappen #pierre gasly #george russell #daniel ricciardo

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podiumnorris · 2 years

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turningxstrange's prompt list

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hi! here is my prompt list. you can either use these to request your story, or you can submit your own storyline. remember to add your requested driver and the corresponding letter and number of the prompt.

e.g.: hello, could i request lando norris with prompts s14 and f6?

i mainly write for the following drivers:

disclaimer: for sebastian vettel, i only write fluff and angst.

fluff prompts (F)

"i feel so sick, please give me cuddles"

"is that my hoodie?" "no, not anymore."

"darling, you're staring. again."

"kill the damn spider!" "listen, i think now is the right time to tell you i am absolutely terrified."

"can i kiss you?"

"i hate you." "no, you don't."

"mate, that's my sister!"

"your presence is disturbing me. please shut up." "come here and make me."

"hang on, are you blushing?"

"hey honey, im streaming. want to come and say hello?"

"i am so punching you in the face if you don't stop." "id rather have you kissing me."

"did you just ask me out?"

"is that a baby bump or have you been eating a snack child?" "shut the fuck up, he doesn't know yet!"

"is this what you call flirting?" "you fell for it the first time, though."

"what do you want to do today?" "i just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you."

"i am sorry for waking you like a child, but i believe i just had a nightmare."

"do you want to come with me to the next race? i am sure the paddock will love you."

"please play guitar for me."

"did we really just kiss on my porch in the pouring rain?" "yeah, we are so cliche."

"did you just say you like me?"

"you really love her, don't you?"

"stay with me tonight."

"truth is, you make me a better person. and i'm sure everyone loves you for that."

"honey, i think i'm pregnant."

"did you just call this a date?"

"good god! you're in love with her!"

"you are the worst with children." "i wouldn't be if they were ours."

"are you even listening?" "sorry sweetheart, you were distracting me."

"should i start paying rent for how much i am in your head?"

"see you soon, i can't wait to kiss you again."

"don't worry, i kiss way better than i talk" "is that an invitation?"

"why are you such an ass?" "because i fucking love you!"

"can't you see im busy?" "i can, but you look too cute to ignore."

"did you just throw that at me?"

"as much as i love listening to your native language, you know i can't understand shit."

"i believe ive just gotten my period." "is there anything i can do for you?"

angst prompts (A)

"i am afraid of having the power to hold someone's heart and being trusted not to drop it."

"i'm not going to beg you to stay." "but what if i want you to so desperately?"

"please don't say you love me."

"i can't imagine a world with you gone."

"it's hard to believe but everything will be okay. i promise." "no, that is not a promise you can make."

"i guess we just weren't meant to be. not in this life."

"honestly? i am so fucking tired of being your secret."

"please, give me one more chance." "no. you have run out."

"i really never meant for me to hurt you." "but you did."

"i truly don't care, i'm done. get out."

"listen, i know i messed up, but i am unable to continue without you."

"i thought you loved me." "i did."

"what do we call this? what is this going on between us?"

"the choice is simple. either love me and pick me, or let me go. im not doing this anymore."

"then tell me, why the hell did you leave?"

"don't you see i'm fucking trying not to fall apart?"

"i can't. i don't want to get hurt again."

"i can't lose you." "but i am already gone."

"i'm not leaving, end of story." "yes, yes you are."

"don’t you dare fucking walk away from me! i am talking to you!" "and i'm done listening to you."

"you tricked me into loving you and left when you realised you couldn't handle the commitment."

"can i ask, what the hell have i ever done that you hate me this much?"

"it will be okay." "no, it will never be okay. was there ever a moment where i was enough for you?"

"please stop. you're scaring me."

"what is your fucking problem?" "the problem is that i think i'm in love with you, and i am absolutely terrified!"

"why do you always do this?" "it's easier to shut everyone out. nothing personal. just say i'm the problem and go."

"get those three words out of your dirty mouth. they are way too meaningful to be spoken out when you don't mean it."

"what the hell happened to us?"

"look me in the eyes and say that again."

"was there ever a moment your heart properly loved me?" "there was. until i broke it in the process."

smut prompts (S)

"i know it's the wrong thing to do, but i kinda want to."

"if he knew what i thought about you it would break his heart."

"show me what you think, darling."

"i truly wish i would able to control myself myself when i'm around you." "don't."

"is this distracting?" "well what do you expect?"

"i am so bored." "i might have an idea."

"no, we are definitely not having sex right now!" "yes, we are."

"darling, you need to tell me what you want."

"do you need some help with that?"

"fucking hell, shut your mouth." "make me."

"you are mine." "wait, are you fucking jealous?"

"do you like what you see, sweetheart?"

"didn't i tell you to stay still?"

"please just shut up and fuck me now."

"mind if i join you?"

"honey, do not give me that look. you know what it does to me."

"be a good girl and spread those legs."

"please, don't stop." "oh honey, i don't intend to."

"we are not sleeping tonight. be prepared."

"listen, it's not my fault you keep turning me on. you just have that effect."

"i want you to ride my thigh."

"i want to see you come undone. can you do that for me?"

"call me that one more time and you'll see the consequences."

"if you take another step, i cannot be held responsible for my actions that might follow."

"honey, i really don't care how good it feels. you better not cum until you're allowed to."

"just shut up and take your clothes off."

"did you give me a fucking hickey?"

"i kinda hate you, you know?" "ive been told. and that makes this even better."

"you want a quickie?" "what, now?"

"i thought you'd properly hate fuck me against the wall."

"ooh! so you have a breeding kink!" "do not fucking speak about this."

"wait, you seriously want him to join us?"

"you're seriously considering going back to your friends like that? you look like a mess, darling."

"tell me, have you just been touching yourself to the thought of me?"

"your pretty sounds are like music to my ears and i could listen to them all day."

"no wait! my parents are home."

"i want you to ride my thigh."

"alright, what do i get if i win?"

"i can’t believe we’re doing this. again." "i guess we're both each other's worst addiction."

"honey, please let me take your stress away."

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