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rosyblooom · 3 days

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could you please do figure skater x lando norris or carlos sainz

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PAIRING: carlos sainz x fem spanish figure skater!reader A/N: thank u for sending this in!! <3 fyi I know next to nothing about the figure skating world, so pls bear that in mind lol

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username Ustedes dos lo hicieron increíble. ¡Habéis enorgullecido mucho a España! (you two did amazing. you have made spain very proud!)

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yourusername tried teaching him a few tricks but as you can see, he's much better at making snow angels!!🤣🤍🤍

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nonstoplover · 1 day

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all of my heart ~ carlos sainz (cs55)

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pairing: carlos sainz jr. x fem!reader

summary: a short story of carlos becoming a father

words: 2K

warnings: one tiny swear word in spanish ig, otherwise nothing, just fluff fluff fluff and dad!carlos which deserves its own warning tbh

a/n: i know you love the dad!driver trope, @vetteltea, which is why i dedicate this blurb to you (though i think you'd maybe prefer this to be with seb now that i think about it), as a thank you for all the amazing fanfic you provide this fandom with. i love you so much, you're so talented, so inspiring, and i truly wish to be like you. <33

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Carlos is still a little out of breath when he hears it for the first time.

A delayed red-eye flight and an excruciating traffic jam caused him to almost miss this appointment. The first he finally has the chance to attend – having had a race when the initial one happened –, and he almost missed it.

As a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face, obvious sign of how only seconds ago he was still running up the stairs of the hospital, a smile forms on his lips. Looking at her, lying down, the screen beside the bed showing a picture of their baby.

Well, at least they say it's that. For the love of God, Carlos can't see anything on it. He still nods along with a wide smile when the nurse asks him if he sees it. The focus shouldn't be on him and whether he can see it or not, but on his girlfriend.

God, this woman. He hasn't seen her in over a month now. And this is how they meet again: when they meet the little one officially as well, though on a screen only. Hell, the last time he saw her, they had no clue of this wonderful piece of news. From watching her wave with a smile through the glass at the airport, before he turned a corner towards his flight and disappeared, fast forward to now, when he catches sight of her lying form, just as gorgeous as ever, if not more, with a baby growing inside her. A creation by him and her.

They're gonna have a child, Carlos thinks, and as if it's the first time he realises this, his heart stops for a second. In happiness, in awe, in fear.

Because as the image on the screen gets displayed, and Carlos gets lost in-between words like embryo and transvaginal scan, suddenly the doctor announces that the baby indeed has a heartbeat, listen, you can hear it. And this one sentence, followed by the almost inaudible little thuds, is enough to make everything feel real.

Of course, he already knew what the positive pregnancy test meant, the one she showed him first on a FaceTime call, then sent as a separate picture later. But this, hearing that tiny heartbeat, it made everything even more real. They had actual proof now of what is going to happen in the near future. It might not have been planned, but it doesn't make it any less sweeter.

With his heart beating away in a rapid rhythm, he feels his facial muscles pull as his lips curve into a smile, so wide that it even showcases his pearly white teeth.

When he sees her the next time, the first thing Carlos does is place his palm against her tummy. The bump is already visible – well not in the hoodie she's currently wearing, but it's there underneath, he knows –, and he's been dreaming about holding it for many, many days now.

She lets out a giggle, throwing her head back a little, having expected a kiss upon her arrival, not this. Carlos practically doesn't pay her any attention, his sole focus is on talking with his baby.

Later on in the car she inquires jokingly the reason behind why she's not the first to be greeted by him, and he explains with a serious tone why that's the priority. "You get all this time to speak to her and bond with her, and she's already inside you which is a bonus, but she has to know exactly who her father is."

"She, huh?" she raises a teasing eyebrow, and he simply smiles, shrugging in a nonchalant way.

"I can feel it in my bones."

He looks so self-assured that she can't help but lean in and press her lips against his cheek. She still can't believe she'll get to have a kid with this man.

Doubt starts rising in his mind when they reach the third trimester. The date underlined in bright red in his calendar creeping closer and closer, making him more self-conscious and unsure than he's ever felt.

What if he won't be a good father? What if his job gets in the way of his child really feeling close to him? What is he supposed to do anyway? He already has no idea what he's doing in this whole pregnancy, safe to say, how is it going to be when he finally gets to hold the baby as well?

He's read multiple long articles, spending every flight he's had to take nose deep in his phone, until his eyes hurt and words started to lose their meaning. He wants to be the best father he can be.

This even includes several calls to his parents, asking for advice from them as well, trusting and valuing their words far more than the ones he can find online. He knows that his parents proved already that their methods work, they've been good parents to him and his siblings.

Still, the only thing that seems to reassure him is that they – the baby and him – have her. His superwoman of a girlfriend, who simply seems like she was actually born to do this, to be a mother, taking every obstacle in their way with a cheerful step and a smile reaching from ear to ear on her face.

How did he deserve her?

As he's gritting his teeth to stop himself from letting out a groan while the pain he's feeling in his hand spreads – mierda, this woman is strong – he repeats one sentence as a mantra. Only to keep him from worrying his heart out for the love of his life, who's currently letting out loud gasps and occasional curses, her eyes teary and her cheeks red from the strain of pushing and pushing and pushing.

I hope the baby looks like her.

Why is this so important to him? He has no idea. He doesn't even know why the thought popped into his mind in the first place. He just knows he has to keep on repeating it to divert his mind, otherwise he'll lose his sanity.

Simply, he has to focus on picturing a baby with her eyes, her hair colour, the elegant line of her nose, the curve of her lips, her rosy cheeks. Every inch of their baby looking like a mini-her. Because what would be better than looking at his girlfriend and marvel at her beauty? Of course, looking at her and his daughter, and seeing the exact same beauty? Sure, it would be nice to have a tiny detail of him in their baby girl somewhere, just so that it would be obvious to the whole wide world that this is his baby, that the woman giving birth to her now is his woman. Maybe the exact copy of his eye colour? Or his locks of hair, silky and thick? It doesn't matter. Honestly, who cares about how she looks, he will love her no matter what. With his whole heart, with more love, a deeper connection than he's ever felt before.

Minutes pass, then some more, until it feels like an eternity has gone by since they arrived to the hospital. But then he hears it – crying. The unmistakable baby sound, entering the haze of his mind like a sharp knife, bringing him back to reality in a millisecond.

Everything seems to quicken up, and the next thing he knows is that the bundle of his child is placed in his arms, and after that initial wave of slightly terrified chills running through his body, immediately a mixture of relief, joy and tranquility spreads in his veins. He has no idea why he was so scared this whole time. This is... subconscious. Instinctive. Meant to be.

In that very moment he wordlessly promises the baby to always be there for her, always looking out for her, always caring and loving her with all of his heart. He won't let any harm ever reach her.

"Congratulations, Mr. Sainz, on the birth of your son," the doctor approaches him, and that last word bursts the bubble Carlos has been surrounded with.

Son?

His eyes widen, lips fall slightly open in shock – right until he hears the exhausted sounding but unmistakable giggle coming from the bed. "I told you," she grins.

"A boy," he mumbles dreamily, glancing at his girlfriend, lips curving into a smile matching hers.

"Good thing I came prepared with boy names as well," she continues, slight pants leaving her lungs still.

The memory when she practically wanted to force him into choosing a male name as well, just in case – because he was so sure about their baby being a girl that he didn't even want to spend a moment thinking about names for the other sex –, pops into his mind, and he shakes his head. He was wrong.

Tiny feet patter on the floor, growing louder and louder, before a second later they suddenly cease and get replaced by a high-pitched giggle.

She glances up just as Carlos appears in the doorway to the kitchen, their son hanging from his arms, his little cheeks red from all the laughter. Her heart swells at the sight and sounds, her eyes shine bright, connecting with his easily – the love of her life.

Miracle. That's what the little boy is in their lives.

Watching Carlos be a father has been the best thing she's ever had the chance to witness. The way he plays with him, practically going back to being a child, his sole focus being on entertaining his son.

The Sainz household they established not too long ago is filled with laughter every day, the walls reverberating with the joyous sounds until they fill their hearts.

"When's dinner ready, mi amor?" Carlos leans in, pressing a loving kiss on her temple.

She cheerfully smiles, her fingers moving to caress the impossibly soft, dark brown hair on the little boy's head. "A few minutes," she replies, catching her fiancé's eyes once more. "If you two help me set the table, we can eat sooner."

Her son nods eagerly, as much as his three-year-old energy allows, and waves his tiny arms to wordlessly tell his father to put him down on the ground. Carlos obeys, then opens the cupboard to find the appropriate plates – all plastic, reserved for the times when it's only the three of them eating, to allow the young one to help them without the worry of him breaking anything.

She watches from the corner of her eyes as her two boys move towards the dining table, where Carlos lifts their son to stand on a chair, this way allowing him to reach the tabletop. His hands never leave the boy's waist, just in case, and when he's finished setting the plates, helps him back on the ground.

"Good job, chiquito," Carlos holds his palm out at the proper height.

"Gracias, papá," the little one slaps into his father's hand eagerly, making his mother smile so wide it's close to actually hurt the muscles in her cheeks.

They walk back to the kitchen counter with proud looks on their faces, and she places the bowl of salad in Carlos' hands. "It's too heavy for you, pumpkin," she explains when her son opens his mouth to complain.

"Te adoro," Carlos steals a melting kiss from her lips as his fingers get a hold of the bowl, before leaning back and fully taking it from her. I adore you.

With her heart fluttering with nothing but pure happiness and blood rushing to her face, she enjoys the way that bashful smile forms on her lips that only he can achieve. Her gaze follows his movements, the way the T-shirt clings to his arms, to his back muscles, and how the soft material ripples with every move he makes. He is breathtaking. He truly is, because unawares, she lets out a soft gasp watching him and has to endure the knowing glance and that smirk he casts her way above his shoulder. He knows her too well.

She shakes her head, attention going back to her son still standing by her feet, patiently waiting for his next task. A perfect mini-him, way more than she could've ever asked for.

A perfect child, a perfect man to call the love of her life, a perfect life. And it's all hers.

a/n: i'm back baby!! i've been gone for the longest time ever (since last summer) but i'm in my final year of uni and i had to write my thesis too so hopefully that's a good enough excuse. writer's block ain't fun still. it really just feels nice to post something again.

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nayziiz · 3 days

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Hi I dunno if you’re taking requests but if you are do you think you could do a smut one shot where either Charles or Carlos is always like super cocky and confident in public and the reader finds it funny because she always has him whimpering and whining for her in private? Maybe like a bit of a dumbification kink too? Thank youuu

BRAVADO | CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (she/her)

Warnings: Smut, fluff, unprotected sex, dumification kink

Author's Note: Yes, please send in your requests! I might take a few days to write it, but I will try to do it justice - I hope you like it anon! I haven't written anything for a dumification kink, so I tried my best here.

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Carlos's public bravado could fill a room, his confidence radiated like a beacon wherever he went. With a swagger in his step and a smirk on his lips, he commanded attention effortlessly. His words dripped with self-assurance, and his demeanour exuded an air of invincibility. To the outside world, he was the epitome of cool, a picture of unshakable confidence.

When she was with him, Carlos's bravado seemed to reach new heights, as if her presence ignited a fire within him that fueled his confidence to soar even higher. In her company, he appeared even more self-assured, his swagger more pronounced, and his demeanour more assertive.

It was as though being around her amplified his sense of power and invincibility, emboldening him to push the boundaries of his bravado to the extreme. With her by his side, he revelled in the attention, basking in the admiration that her presence seemed to command. With her radiant beauty and magnetic presence, she effortlessly commanded attention wherever she went. Her grace and allure were undeniable, drawing eyes to her like moths to a flame. And when she stood by Carlos's side, his chest swelled with pride, basking in the glow of her admiration.

He loved the way heads turned when they entered a room together, the whispers and stares that followed in their wake. It was as if her beauty cast a spotlight on him, elevating his own presence in the eyes of others.

As they arrived at the Chinese Grand Prix, the pair strolled hand-in-hand, their presence commanding attention from the moment they stepped foot onto the bustling scene. The cameras surrounded them almost immediately, eager to capture every moment of their presence at the prestigious event. Reporters clamoured for interviews, fans reached out for autographs, and photographers vied for the perfect shot, all vying to capture the essence of their undeniable chemistry and charm.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Carlos remained unfazed, his hand firmly clasped in hers as they navigated the sea of attention together. For him, there was no greater thrill than sharing these moments with the one he loved, basking in the adoration and admiration that surrounded them.

As the press clamoured to ask her questions or get her opinion on his season, his cocky demeanour came to the forefront like a shield protecting the one he held dear. With a sly grin and a twinkle in his eye, he deflected questions and bantered with reporters, his confidence unwavering even in the face of scrutiny.

Yet, beneath the surface, his protective instincts kicked into overdrive, a fierce guardian watching over her every move. While he showed her off like nobody's business, he was quick to intervene if he sensed any discomfort or intrusion. His swagger masked a vigilant eye, ready to step in at a moment's notice to ensure her comfort and safety. He may have enjoyed the attention too much at times, but his priority was always her well-being, his protective instincts kicking in instinctively whenever she was in the spotlight.

As they made their way through the bustling paddock, the love of her life exuded an aura of confidence and charm that never failed to captivate her. She couldn't help but chuckle at his swagger, amused by the juxtaposition of his public persona and his private demeanour.

Though she adored seeing him command attention in the paddock and on the racetrack, it was in their private moments that she truly enjoyed his company. Behind closed doors, he transformed into a different man—a man who succumbed to her every whim and desire, his bravado melting away to reveal a vulnerable, obedient side.

She loved the dichotomy of their relationship, the way he projected strength and confidence to the world, yet willingly became her devoted servant in private. It was a dynamic that brought them closer together, a secret bond shared only between them.

Once they were behind the closed doors of his driver's room, the air between them shifted, charged with a mix of anticipation and intimacy. She wasted no time in teasing him gently, her words carrying a hint of playful admonition.

“You better do well today,” she told him, her tone laced with a mixture of teasing and encouragement. It was a familiar refrain, a gentle reminder of the high expectations that surrounded him on race day.

Carlos's bravado, already softened by their private moment together, melted away completely as he gazed at her. In that moment, there was no need for pretence or posturing—just the raw honesty of their connection.

A knowing look passed between them, an unspoken understanding of the pressures he faced and the support she offered. In her eyes, he found reassurance and strength, a silent promise that no matter the outcome, he would always have her unwavering support.

In the hushed intimacy of their darkened hotel room later that night, the atmosphere crackled with electricity as she straddled him, her movements deliberate and enticing. With a playful glint in her eyes, she pinned his hands above his head, a subtle display of power that sent a thrill coursing through him.

Carlos's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tense with anticipation as she hovered above him, her proximity driving him to the brink of madness. Despite the exhaustion of the day's events, he was acutely aware of every sensation, every touch sending shivers down his spine.

She was intoxicating, her presence filling the room with a heady mix of desire and longing. With each movement, she teased and tantalised, her touch igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.

“Tell me how much you want it, Carlos.” She murmured against the skin of his neck as she hovered over him..

The heat of her breath against him sent a surge of arousal pulsing through him, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume him entirely.

As she ground against him, her movements deliberate and tantalising, Carlos felt himself teetering on the edge of control. The sensation of her grinding over his swollen and throbbing cock was almost too much to bear, each movement sending waves of pleasure cascading through him.

His breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to find his voice, his mind clouded with a haze of desire and longing. He wanted her with a fervour that bordered on obsession, his body aching for release as she teased him with every touch.

He was powerless beneath her, surrendering to her every whim as she drove him to the edge of ecstasy. The weight of the day's challenges faded into insignificance as he lost himself beneath her, their passion burning bright against the backdrop of the night.

“I can't wait much longer, my love,” he confessed, his voice a soft whimper that echoed with raw emotion. “I need to feel you.”

As she shifted her weight onto his throbbing cock, grinding against him with renewed intensity, Carlos's breath hitched in his throat, his body on the precipice of ecstasy. Each movement sent bolts of pleasure coursing through him, driving him to the brink of release with dizzying speed.

But just as he felt himself teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion, she shifted her movements, slowing the pace and denying him the release he so desperately craved. A low groan escaped his lips as frustration mingled with desire, his body yearning for the sweet release that remained agonisingly out of reach.

She had other plans for him, he realised, her teasing touch driving him to the brink of madness with each tantalising movement. It was a game of pleasure and restraint, a dance of desire and denial that left him trembling with need.

“Be good for me, baby.” Her words, soft and imploring, cut through the haze of desire clouding Carlos's mind, momentarily grounding him in the intensity of their shared moment.

Despite the overwhelming urge coursing through his veins, he fought to regain control, to heed her plea and be the good, obedient lover she desired. Carlos found it increasingly difficult to maintain his composure. His body moved instinctively, his hips bucking against hers in a desperate quest for more friction, more sensation.

The need for release burned like a wildfire within him, threatening to consume him whole. With each movement, he felt himself edging closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of his desire.

“Please,” he managed to choke out, his voice a hoarse whisper laden with desperation. “I need..”

“Oh, baby, listen to you losing your words for me,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she continued to tease him.

Carlos's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realised the effect her teasing had on him. He squirmed beneath her, feeling simultaneously aroused and humiliated by his inability to articulate his desires.

But deep down, a part of him loved the sensation of being rendered speechless by her, finding a strange thrill in the loss of control. There was something undeniably intoxicating about surrendering to her will, about allowing her to dictate his every whim and desire.

As she continued to taunt him with her playful words, he felt himself growing even more aroused, his body responding eagerly to her teasing. With each passing moment, he sank deeper into the deliciously humiliating pleasure of being dominated by her, his mind consumed by thoughts of submission and surrender.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she decided to end his torture, her fingers curling around the waistband of his boxers. With a swift motion, she pulled them down, exposing his completely hardened cock to the cool air of the room.

Carlos gasped as his arousal was laid bare, his breath catching in his throat at the sudden rush of sensation. He felt exposed and vulnerable, yet exhilarated by the raw display of desire.

As she admired him, her gaze lingering hungrily on his throbbing length, Carlos squirmed beneath her, overcome with a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal. But there was no denying the undeniable thrill that coursed through him at the sight of her, his body responding eagerly to her touch.

With a playful smile, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He shivered at the sensation, his heart pounding with anticipation as she teased him mercilessly.

She eventually ended her onslaught of torture as she gripped his cock, firm and unyielding. Without hesitation, she sank down onto him, impaling herself on his hardness with a gasp of pleasure.

Carlos's breath hitched in his throat as she began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate, each thrust driving him deeper into the throes of ecstasy. He clung to her desperately, his fingers digging into her hips as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.

As she rode him with abandon, Carlos felt himself teetering on the edge of oblivion, his senses overwhelmed by the dizzying rush of sensation. He was helpless to resist her, his body a slave to her every whim as she drove him relentlessly towards the brink of release.

And then, with a guttural cry of ecstasy, he finally succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, his climax crashing over him in a tidal wave of bliss. He pulsed helplessly inside her, his entire being consumed by the intense pleasure of their shared release.

He struggled to find his voice, his mind still clouded with the remnants of ecstasy as he tried to form a coherent response. But no words came, his tongue feeling heavy and uncooperative in his mouth. He could only gasp and moan in response to her taunts, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their shared release.

She chuckled softly at his inability to respond, her eyes dancing with amusement as she continued to tease him mercilessly. With a playful smirk, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered tauntingly, “Come on, Carlos, where's your voice, my love? Or did I fuck it right out of you?”

Her words sent a shiver of arousal coursing through him once more, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his inability to articulate his desires. Yet, despite the teasing, there was a warmth in her tone that reassured him of her affection, her playful banter a testament to the intimacy they shared.

As she pulled off him and nestled beside him, Carlos felt a rush of tenderness wash over him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they basked in the warm afterglow of their passion.

“You're going to be the death of me, my love,” he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mixture of adoration and playful exasperation.

She chuckled at his words, the sound like music to his ears as she snuggled closer to him. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting embrace of her arms, Carlos felt a profound sense of contentment, knowing that he was exactly where he belonged.

And as they drifted off to sleep, tangled together in a cocoon of love and warmth, Carlos knew with absolute certainty that he would gladly risk it all for the chance to spend eternity by her side.

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eccentricwritingbaby · 15 days

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cooking up some fun with the sainz’

dad!carlos sainz jr x wife!mom!reader

summary - y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl.

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“mi amor, i am about to go live while cooking dinner,” you nod over from behind the kitchen counter, towards your husband whos sitting on the couch. he sets down his phone and turns to face you while you continue, “if you could just keep up with santana while i’m doing so, you know i still don’t want her face all over the media, porfa,”

“por supuesto, cariño. but you do know you don’t have to ask me to watch our child,” he lets out a chuckle as he stands, sauntering over to the kitchen where you are finishing wiping down the counters and adding extra tidiness to your lived-in kitchen. he slowly grabs both of your hands from the counter, removing the cleaning spray and rag, and intertwining your fingers. you inched closer to him and rested your head against his chest. carlos plants a soft kiss onto the top of your head as you begin your reply, “i know, carlos, but i just don’t want her running around the kitchen which is dangerous or having her face pop up more onto my screen than it already has. she’s four, she doesn’t deserve to be subjected to our lifestyle just yet,” you let out your vulnerable admission as carlos lets your left hand go and steadily strokes the back of your head instead.

“i know, i’ll keep a close eye on her,” your husband looks down at you with a quick smile before he eases you more, ”you have nothing to worry about,” with his last word he begins to bend down in order to place a kiss onto your lips.

“EWW!” your four year old yells out from the bottom of the stairs. she had very obviously just woken up from her nap with her dark hair flying in all different directions, her favorite meerkat plushie hanging from her grasp, and most importantly, a very happy piñon trailing behind her. ever since she was born, the dog followed santana absolutely everywhere. call it protection or just puppy love, it was still the cutest part of your little family.

“and when did you wake up, señora?” you pull apart from your husband with a laugh in order to look at your daughter properly, but don’t miss carlos’ pleading gaze to ignore your daughters wishes and give him a kiss. you took one more glance back at him and kissed his cheek to meet in the middle as he released his signature smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“ahora,” she responds while rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and slowly beginning to trudge over to the couch.

“mama is about to begin dinner, mija. why don’t you and i find a game to play while she does?” your husband proposes.

“okay, papi,” she says quietly before she gains some energy, “but only if we get to play hide and seek!” she squeals out in excitement. carlos laughs as you move around his hold to set up your phone and put away your cleaning supplies.

his voice graces a higher octave, one saved particularly for your pride and joy, while matching her adorable enthusiasm, “hide and seek! santana, that is a great idea! how could i not have thought of it?” he laughs along with her as she pulls herself to stand up on the couch, legs bouncing underneath her.

“no se, papi! but i thought of it! so we do it?” she asks, looking up at him with her big, brown, wide eyes inherited from the man himself as he strolls over to her place. your husband easily scoops her up into a fit of giggles as he runs her into his office in order to plan out their game. you take this brief moment of quiet to begin the live, and continue to pull out your necessary ingredients as people begin to join.

once enough people had joined, you share a bright smile and begin your discussion, “hola, everyone! today we are venturing over to italy for our dinner, and making some homemade pizza,” you begin to take out tomatoes and slice them as you carry on, “it sounds very simple, yet you can make it anything you want with toppings, which is the magic of cooking,” you glance up at the camera to notice the brief display of comments and continue to explain, “everything is going to be homemade here, the sauce, the dough, and the cheese! it’s a great meal especially when you have a little one who is just now becoming a bit picky,” you let out a chuckle as you think on to the many ‘no’s’ that came from your four year old as you presented her with different cuisines. one that never misses will always be pizza.

“okay! i already made my dough last night since i knew i’d be pretty busy today, but i do have a video on how to make that if you want to know, it’s on my story in the highlights of my 'how to's',” you finished chopping up all your tomatoes and threw them into the pan with a bit of oil, “now we’re working on the sauce, so i just chopped up maybe a cup and half - ‘measure with your heart’ - as my abuela always told me, of tomatoes and toss it into a low/medium heated pan with some olive oil to cook it down,” you were about to continue, but instead were interrupted by a little giggle at your feet. you looked down at your smiling daughter as she reached a finger up to her lips in order for you to keep her location a secret. you shot her a wink and then pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key. your peripheral caught your husband sneaking around and looking near and far for the little fit of laughs that was sitting on your feet.

“next up that i’ll work on is the cheese, we’re making mozzarella so im just going to start by putting some milk on heat using m-”

“psst” carlos cuts you off from behind the camera, attempting, attempting, to not interrupt. once you give him a confused look he begins to mouth out ‘donde?” while confusion etches his face as well. you stifle a laugh and give him an obvious glance down to your feet in order to hint. his head falls back with a smile and he rounds the corner of the counter to catch his daughter. you view the scene playout and begin to stir around the wilted tomatoes on the stove, santana screeching in joy as carlos comes onto the screen of your live, picking up his daughter while reciting the chant, ‘i’ve found you, mija!’ ‘i’ve found you!’ and you just look on in awe.

the comments begin to fly by at lightning speed due to the domestic bliss your family carried onto the screen. carlos, still holding a giggly santana, checks you over while looking between you and your phone, “lo siento, amor,” he stretches his puppy dog eyes towards you and you can’t help but swoon, “it’s okay, enjoy hiding from this little detective next, baby,” before carlos could even respond, a resounding sound of disgust is let out from the four year old and she squeaks out, “i your baby mama! not papi,” she holds onto her pout and crosses her arms tightly as she looks between you two. you turn the heat low on the stove for both your projects and head over to where your husband and baby are, slowly repeating back to her, “you are my baby, princesa,” bringing your hands up to her tummy you begin to make her emit her loud and infectious laughter to you and carlos.

the comments poured over on your phone as you left your love-bubble to take a look at them, one stuck out and you replied, still holding a slight laugh in your voice, “yes, we are very happy,” and you went back to smiling at your beautiful family.

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pandagas · 6 days

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DREAM LIFE | CARLOS SAINZ JR ✨💌

pairing: carlos sainz x female reader

summary: a little peek at you and carlos life as parents

a/n: i’m such a weak to parents!au hope you guys like :))( <3

liked by landonorris, carlosainzoficial: and 2,099,521 others

yourusername: my little family ✨💕

carlossainz55: Te amo mucho ❤️❤️❤️

landonorris: i’m gonna be the best godfather ever

yourusername: yes grandpa let’s go to the bed

userfan1: BYEEEE

userfan2: can’t wait to see her on the paddock 🥺

userfan3: gurl she’s just born

anasainzvdec: 💗💗💗💗💗💗

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yourusername: why do they grow up so fast? 😢 i’m not okay

carlossainz55: Mis bebés 😍😍

youbff: TELL HER TO STOP

yourusername: I DID

lilymhe: aww she’s so cute

yourusername: TYYY she is 🥹🫶🏻

userfan1: your style 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 >>>>

userfan2: she was so small omggg

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carlossainz55: Back to when my daughter wanted to drive. I think it runs in the family 💯

landonorris: i gave her that hat btw

charles_leclerc: Sainz’s genes

carlossainz55: 🔥🔥

userfan1: Second picture 😍😍😍

userfan2: Mi familia favorita 🥹

userfan3: same 🥹

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yourusername: she’s just a girl 🎀✨

kellypiquet: omggg the cutest 🥹🥹

yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

anasainzvdec: isn’t those my heels?

yourusername: 🙈🙈

userfan1: SHES THAT GIRL

yourusername: !!!

userfan1: OMGG

userfan2: wish i was cool like her ☝🏽🥲

landonorris just posted a story!!

2 story: somehow she’s better at cook than me 🤓

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yourusername: of course she is

yourusername: jk thank you for stay with her REALLY 💕💕💕

userfan1: praying you don’t burn down the kitchen 🙏🏼🙏🏼

oscarpiastri: Pls just don’t lost their kid

landonorris: shut up

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yourusername: Te amo 💝💝✨

yourusername: big thank you to godfather lando who stayed with your doll 🫶🏻💕 you’re the best & she loves you!!

landonorris: godfather lando, y’all see that? 😎

yourbff: Y’all so beautiful ❤️

yourusername: YOU!!!

userfan1: GOALS

userfan2: GUYS LANDO DID IT HE'S NOW A OFFICIAL GODFATHER

userfan3: MY PARENTS

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leclercings · 10 days

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Meeting the Sainzs | Carlos Sainz x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x girlfriend!Reader

A/N: I tweaked it a little bit, but this was really fun to write.

You stand in front of your boyfriend's house. A little bit excited, but mostly daunted.

Your boyfriend, Carlos Sainz is an F1 driver from Spain.

You think about the time you first met. You were an F1 journalist for your magazine and when you interviewed him for the first time, sparks flew. After that, you both were inseparable.

But his family doesn't think so. You've met them in bits and pieces- just shy hellos and goodbyes, and they've always judged you.

Or so you think.

This is the first time officially that they've invited you for dinner. And that is why, you are daunted.

You don't want to mess it up, you don't want to sound stupid and definitely don't want to sound like a golddigger.

Of course you can't tell this to Carlos. He offered to pick you up but you refused- saying you could drive from the hotel to his house. You ended up getting lost on the way and being an hour late, for which you've apologized profusely and brought some wine on the way as a thank you.

You take a deep breath in.

You got this.

You ring the bell, and wait. You can feel the sweat trickle down your makeup laden face, it's so hot and also you're super nervous.

The door opens to reveal Carlos.

“Y/N! You made it.” He gives you a peck on the lips.

He walks you inside to the dining area, where everyone is sitting, waiting for you.

There's his dad, mom, both his sisters, their husbands and his cousin along with his wife.

You wave a shy hi.

“Hello, dear,” his dad comes up and hugs you. His dad really adores you, because he's seen you taking interviews.

His mom, and sisters, not so much. They wave a polite hello and go back to their own world.

You feel a little hurt. Carlos doesn't see it, or if he does, he pretends to ignore it.

“Come sit with us,” his cousin Carlos, tells you.

“How're you finding Madrid so far?” He asks you.

“Great,” you reply.

“Mi amor, here's some wine for you.”

You take the glass from Carlos gratefully.

“Everyone, let's have dinner,” his mother says.

You all line up in front of the table.

Everyone lines up at their seat and you're confused as to where to sit. There are two chairs empty but they're not next to each other. You stand there awkwardly as Reyes, his mother, goes to the kitchen.

“¿Por qué incluso la ha invitado?” His sister, Ana whispers. But she's standing so close to you and you hear it.

What they don't know is that you know a little bit of Spanish.

“Chicas, no sean tan groseras.” Carlos replies back as he sees your expression.

He whispers something in his cousin's ear and his cousin empties the seat next to Carlos.

“Let's sit, mi amor.” Carlos gestures you and you follow his movement.

Blanca rolls her eyes. Reyes comes back from the kitchen and looks at you, sighing.

Dinner is lively. You're mostly talking to Carlos and his cousin's wife, and sometimes Carlos’s dad pitches in.

Suddenly Carlos starts coughing.

“Carlos, honey, are you okay?”

He nods.

“I'll get you some water,” you hurriedly get up and go to the kitchen to get some water. Reyes follows you.

“You didn't have to get up, love,” she says, as you're standing in the kitchen trying to figure out where the cold water is. Reyes opens the fridge and motions you to follow her.

Her expression is soft, almost apologetic.

You give the water to Carlos who mumbles a quiet ‘thanks’.

“So tell me, Y/N,” Ana, his sister, pauses, and takes a sip of her wine, “how did you meet Carlos?”

Both of you smile. You stare at each other and you nod at Carlos to take the lead.

His dad and cousin are smiling too. They've heard this story a million times.

“So, Y/N, had to interview me at the hotel, but as always, she couldn't figure out which room to go into so she ended up somewhere else and I was somewhere else.”

You laugh.

“He waited around 15 minutes for me and I rushed in, frantically apologizing for being late.” You continue.

“I was smitten the moment I met her, it didn't matter whether she was late or not.”

Carlos puts his arm around you and kisses you. You blush a little.

“She's been my support through and through,” Carlos continues.

You remember the time when you had been with him during the surgery. Taking out time from your job was a little tough, but you made sure to be there for him whenever time allowed.

“And you've been mine,” you respond back, smiling.

Anybody can see how much you both love each other.

Dinner ends. You're helping to clean up. Ana, Blanca, Reyes and you work in the kitchen silently.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you say, breaking the silence while handing Reyes the plates as she puts them in the dishwasher.

“You're welcome, sweetie.” She replies.

“So tell me, Y/N, how's your job going?”

“Amazing. I love travelling, the interaction, and of course, spending time with Carlos. My job is too demanding, but worth it.”

The way you speak about Carlos, the way you say his name with so much love and compassion- both his sisters can see it.

They smile at you.

“We're glad you're here,” Ana speaks up.

You frown, remembering her initial statement but you've decided to forgive her. She's just being protective of her brother, that's all.

“I'm glad too,” you smile at her.

Meeting a significant other's family is quite challenging, especially when it's someone famous. You're not sure what is there in store for you but you're happy that Carlos is by your side- and hopefully his family too.

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norrisleclercf1 · 26 days

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMybT6fU/

I just need to share this w someone! The fingers + the backwards cap 🫠🫠 fuckin hell

A/N: I've been hoarding this, sorry, and sorry it's not long

Lando was dead, he might be your best friend but you were going to kill the fucker. Having been friends with him so long you thought there'd be a limit to what you two wouldn't say to each other, yet he just proved you wrong.

He had sent you a tiktok of Carlos being drenched in champagne, you remember you where there laughing with Sainz Sr. as Carlos couldn't even run away. His fingers wiping away the champagne but still blind he motions to Fred to give the bottle back. But what had you beet red and filled with anger was Lando's text with the video.

"Muscle memory huh?" With a stupid little winking face, you wanted to slap the fuck out of him, because a) he wasn't wrong, and b) he was a little shit would needed to get the shit kicked out of him sometimes.

You couldn't stop watching the way Carlos moves his fingers, you knew that rhythm he was doing, it was the one he used when you were begging and crying for his cock, on the verge of coming and he wanted just one orgasm out of you before he slide into you and made you stupid.

"What are you watching so intently?" You yelp and close your fun quickly, Carlos wrapped in a towel, and you really hated that he couldn't fuck you in this moment. "Nothing, Lando sent me a stupid video again." Carlos just hums and leans over, wincing slightly as he was sore. "That's fine, kitten, but you sure you don't want to test out that muscle memory?" Your eyes grow wide as you turn an stare at your smirking boyfriend before looking down at his fingers. "Fuck the reservations," Tossing your phone away Carlos laughs as you pull at his towel watching it drop and you groan, you can't believe you'll have to thank Lando for that video.

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marlenesluv · 1 month

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Hullo, hope you're doing okay. I was wondering if I could request a smau with Carlos.

Y/N is an upcoming but less known film scriptwriter and has a significant age gap from him (6-7 years younger than him). A lot of fans bully cause she's a struggler in Hollywood and not your typical model either. (she doesn't make the effort to look good for Carlos they say)

There is an Oscar winning film but her credit was taken away and fans finally support her (something dramátic like this idkk your choice!!) ty tho <3

Doesn’t Come Easy. (CS)

note: hi, i’m doing well, i hope you are too :) and yes, i love this sm!! i hope you enjoy! (no summary for this, j read the rec lol!)

pairing: carlos sainz x film scriptwriter!reader!fem. carlos is 29 and reader is 22.

fc: alani (alanikaii on insta)

warnings: fairly aggressive hate comments (happy ending tho)

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

liked by: carlossainz55, carmenmmundt, and 47,104 others

y/n.user: lots of work this week☕️📝

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carlossainz55: cariño❤️❤️

↳ y/n.user: ❤️❤️

user7: not the messy bun pictures 💀

f1wags: no one could ever make me hate y/n, wtf is wrong with you guys??

vroom99posts: the lack of effort she puts in to talking with the other wags, making herself presentable…why is he even with her?

user2: “work” is making up little movies? nope, babe

cschili55: facecard = 0

y/nhatepage: get this guy OUT. ain’t no way he’s happy with her…

user4: the way carlos doesn’t even defend her in these comments LMAOOOO

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

twitter:

Claire @claireblogsstuff8 •2hr ago

It’s about time someone made one of these threads:

Why we don’t like Y/n Y/l/n, Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend..:

Reason 1: She makes no effort to look good for him or the cameras. The only clothing she wears to the paddock is jeans, sweats, tee’s, and tennis shoes. Other wags give us dresses, skirts, like?? Try harder.

Reason 2: Y/n and Carlos have a 7 year age gap… This one speaks for itself………

Reason 3: Her job makes no money, shes mooching off Carlos. Being a film scriptwriter is great, if you’re actually good. Which she’s not.

Reason 4: She makes zero effort to be friends with the other wags. As a girlfriend, you should try and connect with your boyfriends friends girlfriends. She just ignores them on race weekends and it’s rude and lazy.

Reason 5: Y/n has no career in her field.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n.user: little 5 year old me would be so excited that i’m finally able to say: my film script that i’ve worked four years on perfecting is finally in the works and being casted and filmed!🥹 this is surreal. i’m going to go cry some more.

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carlossainz55: hermosa❤️❤️ you’re amazing. i love you

↳ y/n.user: i love you more carlos❤️❤️

user3: uhhuh….

landonorris: CONGRATULATIONS 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

↳ y/n.user: TY LANDO!!!!

f1editpics: mmmm it’s gonna be soo bad😭

f1wags: GO Y/N‼️🫶

yourbsf: i’m so proud of you, i love you🫶

↳ y/n.user: i love you so much🫶

user5: mhmmm, we all know where this will lead😐 FAIL

formula1edit: nahhhh💀

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, lewishamilton, and 2,945,019 others

carlossainz55: Where do I even begin? Y/n, my world, my bestfriend, my soulmate. Ever since we met in Spain 4 years ago, I knew you knew what you wanted. When you told me your dreams, you didn’t expect them to become reality. Yet, here we are. I’m so proud of you, cariño. Te quiero❤️

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y/n.user: carlos🥹i couldn’t have done any of it without you. te quiero, amor❤️

↳ carlossainz55: ❤️❤️❤️

f1wags: UGH they’re so cute idcccc

user8: i still don’t think it’ll be good. and when tf is she gonna up her game bro

charles_leclerc: congrats y/n!!

↳ y/n.user: thanks charles!

user1: the way this film will flop and then he’ll break up with her💀

cs0ln0: sloppy, yawning, boring

user9: naurrrr🤧

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

F1 Gossip Blog Post:

Goodmorning…I have no entrance for you, because I am shook to the core today. It has been about a year since Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, went to the movie premiere of the movie she wrote.

Today I woke up and saw something that shocked me! Last night, this movie won an Oscar, but Y/n was no where to be found. She didn’t attend the awards and she wasn’t even credited.

The petty “I don’t like her” needs to stop. We need to support her, she’s talented, smart, and yes, beautiful. Us, as fans, don’t know how hers and Carlos’ relationship is. Although I would assume pretty good… (via the recent paparazzi photos, lol)

Her credit being taken away is awful, and shouldn’t be glossed over. Sign the petition at the bottom of this post to support Y/n, and bring attention to the fact that this film happened because of HER!

sign here!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: carlossainz55, oscarpiastri, and 167,204 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: carlossainz55, lilymhe, and 345,024 others

y/n.user: First off, I want to say thank you to Carlos for being the most patient, loving, and kind boyfriend. I see the “she’s not good enough for him” comments and the hate posts. Carlos doesn’t say anything because I simply don’t want him to. I can’t even count the amount of times I have to tell him to not respond. Judging a relationship you know nothing about is silly.

I also want to say thank you to the other wags for being patient and understanding with me. I do hangout with them, I just keep that private. Not everything needs to be aired out on social media.

A huge thank you to fans of Carlos’ that have supported me and my journey with this film. I appreciate all the kind messages throughout the process of writing and even now with the Oscars.

Thank you to my family and friends, for supporting me from when I was a little girl watching movies and pretending I was in said movie for a week straight, writing alternate endings and embarrassing you at theaters.

There’s nothing that can be done about what happened with my credit for the movie at the Oscars. It’s unfortunate, but true.

Oh, also, Carlos and I got a puppy. His name is Calvin, that’s all.

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carlossainz55: I love you, cariño❤️

lilymhe: here for you🫶🫶

landonorris: keep your head up, dude😁 miss you!

maxfewtrell: cute dog!! loved the movie too, goat film writer

francisca.cgomes: love you!!💖

charles_leclerc: amazing film, you’re so talented🙏

lailahasanovic: prettiest girl made the best film and is living her best life 🥰

carmenmmundt: keep your head up!! george and i send hugs🫶💓

danielricciardo: you’re slaying with this post💅

alexandrasaintmleux: ❤️❤️

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n.user: back to writing🙃 #quentintarantinoishelpingmewiththisscript

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f1wags: yesss, queen!! so looking forward to the new script you write 😋

carlossainz55: bonita❤️❤️

↳ y/n.user: guapoooo❤️❤️

user3: i want the love they have

jvroom8: i like how everyone switched up on y/n, i’ve been saying she’s the best wag and no oneeee listened

tarantinouniverse: so excited for your new work!! the fact that you worked with quentin is so awesome!

zendaya: can’t wait!💜

↳ y/n.user: 💜🪩

moviecritic: y/n and zendaya?? duo i didn’t know i needed

landonorris: she’s busy writing guys💅📝

user7: living for your posts!!

maxverstappen1: DU DU DU DU BEST WRITERRRR

↳ y/n.user: ….what has gotten into him?

↳ charles_leclerc: 🤷‍♂️

↳ y/n.user: *cough* lestappen *cough*

↳ maxverstappen1: oh my

↳ alexandrasaintmleux: AHAHA i live for lestappen

↳ charles_leclerc: 😐

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated! ^-^)

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dreamauri · 10 months

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♪ — 𝗠𝗢𝗠 & 𝗗𝗔𝗗 part one max verstappen x reader (fluff+smau) “. . . your husband takes you and his son with him to the monaco gp.”

( main master list | more of carlos sainz ) ( requests | taglist )

carlossainz55

liked by pieregasly landonorris and 3,136,897 others carlossainz55 giving mama a break

charles_leclerc your not supposed to let him eat soap mate ↳ carlossainz55 i knew that ↳ youruser you tried to eat my shampoo, shut up ↳ carlossainz55 DONT SNITCH ON ME, I DID NOT

scuderiaferrari reserve driver, ✅ ↳ redbullracing sorry but we called dibs first

youruser my boy's so cute ↳ carlossainz55 aw, thank you hermosa [darling] ↳ youruser not you, carlos ↳ carlossainz55i am carlos ↳ youruser other carlos ↳ user his dad? ↳ youruser my son🤦‍♀️ ↳ carlossainz55what about me 🥲 ↳ youruser i told you to wait with the cookies till after dinner ↳ carlossainz55i didnt know he could reach the jar, amor. forgive me ↳ youruser i saw you eating with him, u dont fool me Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro ↳ landonorris i'll come to your funeral mate

landonorris mini carlos😀

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Carlos looked down at you, brushing some strands of your hair off your face. You were in your rented out penthouse apartment in Monaco, sunbathing in the beautiful Wednesday weather with your son exploring the huge balcony. Carlos ( your husband ) was spooning you, wrapping his arms around your belly softly.

"You think it's going to be a girl." He whispered in your ear pressing a loving kiss to the spot behind your ear. "I want another boy." You replied, a soft hum escaping your mouth. "I can't have two boys named Carlos."

You opened your eyes looking at him unimpressed. Your husband only laughed kissing you lovingly, stroking your stomach. Since your son was born, Carlos ( your husband ) had decided to name him after his father: Carlos.

Did that make him Carlos jr jr? Carlos the II? Carlos III? And since you were living with the Sainzs, finding people in the house got easily confusing, to the point that you had to put numbers after the names.

"Mama! Mirar!" [look] You pulled away from Carlos 3 ( your husband ) looking at Carlos 2 (your son). Once he saw you were looking, he threw the plastic balls he had as far as he could in the water. This made your heart warm a smile reaching your face as you clapped proudly. "Vamos, Carlos." Your husband cheered.

You son smiled, wobbling to where you and Carlos 3 laid on the lounge. He climbed up the seat with your help, collapsing in your arms, tired from how much he was running around. "Ese fue un muy buen tiro" [that was a very good throw] You praised kissing his temple.

You turned around with Carlos 2 in your arms so he was sandwiched between you and Carlos 3. "¿Vas a ser un lanzador algún día? Porque eres muy fuerte." [You going to be a pitcher one day? Cause you're very strong] You asked tickling your son's neck making him giggle. "De ninguna manera, él va a conducir autos como papá, ¿no es así?" [No way, he's going to drive cars like daddy, isn't that right] Carlos 3 chuckled, kissing his son's cheek.

"¡sí!" [yeah] Your son exclaimed grabbing his dads nose, standing up between you two. You laid on your back watching the two interact. "Yo ganaré." [I'm going win!] Although the idea of your son racing scared you, you could only smile at him brushing the soft hair on his head.

It was already Saturday and you were walking through the paddock with your two Carlos-es ( what's the plural of Carlos? ). Carlos 2, wearing red bull merch (much to his father's dislike because you were a redbull fan and max somehow convinced carlos 2 to also become one), was sat on his dads shoulders, holding on his hair for stability.

Carlos 3 was holding your hand with his free one while you two walked through the garage. "Looks like it's going to rain." Carlos 3 mumbled, looking out at the weather. "You'll be fine." You assured leaning up to kiss his cheek, before gently removing your son from off his shoulders.

"Noooo." [noooo] Carlos 2 whined trying to reach his father. "Quiero papa." [i want dad] "Pero papá va a manejar" [But papa's got to drive.] "Pero quiero papa" [But I want papa] ouch. "Why dont we spend time with mama till papa finishes" You offered kissing his cheek gently. "We can go explore or pull out your toys till papa finishes, how about that?" "Bueno." [okay] He nodded, you had him once he heard explore or toys.

"Di hasta pronto papa" [say, seen you soon papa] You son only waved at his dad, receiving a quick kiss from him before the driver disappeared. "Podemos salir afuera" [can we go outside] "Por supuesto, mi amor." [of course my love]

Once Carlos 3 pulled up in Parc Freme, you two were the first to greet him. While you weren't a Ferrari fan, you still supported your husband, wearing his cap because you didn't want to buy one. Once you celebrated with your husband, you went to cheer for Max, who had gotten pole.

When Sunday morning came, you had to leave and go back to Madrid due to an emergency with work. Carlos 3 was only able to get his son to wear the chili bucket hat for the weekend, carrying his son through the grid decked in redbull merch.

"Well hello there." An interviewer greeted. "Good morning. di buenos dias, Carlos." [say good morning] Your husband instructed, but he only watched his son shrink into his chest shyly. "What's your name?" The interviewer asked. "He's not very good at english, mama's still teaching him." Carlos 3 spoke for his son, translating what the woman asked.

"Carlos." The boy replied quietly. "Really? How old are you, Carlos?" after receiving the translation the boy held up three fingers, looking at them confused. "There we go." His father fixed them for him, fixing the three to a four. "Cuatro." he held up his fingers. "Very big then huh?" Carlos 3 only looked at his son, gently kissing his temple.

You were glad the first part of the race took place during your breaktime, watching your son and husband on TV. "And we're expecting a second Sainz yes?" "A girl, I'm praying it's a girl."

You chuckled at him, shaking your head at the screen. "Decir adiós a mamá, Carlos." [say bye bye to mama, carlos] Your husband told his son once the interview was over, pointing at the camera. "Te extraño mamá." [i miss you mama] Your son waved shyly, a smile on his face that only made his heart warm. "Eh? But it's more fun with me, no? Nos vemos, mi amor." [see you later my love]

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tayytayy12 · 5 days

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Off to the races | CS55 x Reader

Summary - When your father sold you off into a loveless marriage with a feared mafia boss, you knew it wouldn’t end well, the two of you hardly ever speaking, but one night when your husband promises he’ll start doing better, you cousins help but believe him.

Warnings - swearing, whatever you’d expect from a Mafia story really

Requested - No - Yes

Type - Written

Not been proofread

You knew from the money that your father told you about the little arrangement he had made with Carlos Sainz, the most feared man in all of Spain, that you’d be unhappy as the result of it. You’re whole life you’d grown up lacking the luxury of having a lot of money, but you had a loving family that were worth everything to you, so you was content, but apparently your father didn’t feel the same.

He done something stupid. Something so incredibly stupid and wrong, he borrowed money from Carlos Sainz, money he knew for a fact that he would never be able to able to repay, so when the man showed up at your family’s home, a gun pointed at your fathers head unless he could offer up some kind of repayment, your father offered you up to the man without a moment of hesitation.

Carlos’ men came and hit you the next day, no matter how much you screamed and begged your mother and father to make them not take you, to let you stay at home with your family, they didn’t listen and you was taken away and married off to Carlos at the next available date.

He didn’t love you, he didn’t care for you, he needed you for one thing and one thing only, an heir. One to take over for him when he wouldn’t work anymore, to keep his family name leading the mafia past his lifetime, that’s all.

You didn’t have fun at the wedding, you never had fun, you woke up, had breakfast, wandered around the halls of your home, and went to bed, you hardly ever saw Carlos, it was rare he even came home at night.

You sighed, flopping onto your back as the moonlight shone through the crack in the curtains, yet another night that sleep seemed like something far out of reach, another night where Carlos wasn’t home and he was out doing god knows what.

You could never sleep alone, back at home you shared a room with your younger sister, your whole life you’d never have to stay in a room all alone, it was too quiet and empty.

“Fuck this.” You muttered as you threw the blanket off of your legs and slipped some shoes and a robe on as you walked out of your bedroom, the two guard that were always near you following a few steps behind, another annoying habit of your husband, having guards follow and track your every move.

You went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, something your other used to do when you was a child and couldn’t sleep, and went to go sit on the back porch of your house, looking out onto the anchors of land that she now partly owned.

You groaned as you heard the door click open from behind you, “Mr.Jackson, I appreciate that you’re just going your job, but it’s a glass door, can’t you just look at me through it instead? It’s bad enough you’re always two feet behind me. No offence.”

“Is that how you talk to all my staff?” You instantly sat up straighter when you heard your husband’s voice instead of the British accent of your assigned bodyguard, you cleared your throat, “Sorry Mr.Sainz, I didn’t know it was you.” You whispered, your eyes still stuck on the land before you.

“No need to be so formal, cariño,” he said as he sat on the seat beside yours, “we are married after all.”

You scoffed and rolled his eyes at his words and muttered a quiet “Barley.” But he still heard you and turned his stare towards you, “and by that you mean?”

You rolled your eyes once again, “I see you four times a month if I’m lucky, Carlos. You’ve never wished me a happy birthday in two years of marriage. You see me as the key to continuing your family name. Nothing more.”

He didn’t know what to say, he was angry, not at you. At himself for letting you ever think the words leaving your mouth were true, “I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way cariño.”

You shrugged and took a sip of your tea, the warm liquid gliding down your throat, “Don’t be. Our marriage is and always has been a business proposition, nothing more.”

He wanted to say so many things in that moment, how he picked you because from the moment he saw you, your enchanting eyes and sweet as honey laugh, he fell. He could get any woman from anywhere to continue his family’s legacy, but he chose you.

“Trust me, cariño,” he whispered as he moved from his seat and got on his knees in front of you, confusing you greatly as he took the warm mug from your hand and placed it in the ground, “you’re much more than a part of a business deal to me.” He whispered and he placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll do better by you, you’re my wife, my main priority,” he whispered, this side of him was new, so new you was scared to say that you liked it, “tell me what I can do to start making it better.”

You swallowed lightly, having no idea where this Carlos was coming from, “You can actually spend the night with me tonight.” Yous aid in a quite whisper, but he had no protest, he just nodded with a smile as he stood and picked you up, a,ing you help in surprise as your legs wrapped round his waist on instinct.

He carried you to your shared bedroom and placed you down into the bed and he went to change, when he tenured you was asleep against the soft pillows, the tea having worked its magic and your exhaustion catching up to you, he smiled down at your body as he got in bed careful besides your sleeping frame and pulled you into him, he was going to do better. He was going to be better, for you. He was.

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Baby It's Cold Outside - Carlos Sainz x BulgarianOlympicSkiing! Reader

Plot: You take your new husband skiing with your friends Alexandra and Charles.

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"How do you do this as normal training baby! I can barley do it two winter breaks in a row!" Carlos shivers looking around as you strap your gloves on.

"Come on! I want to get to the big slopes early so I can practice! Then we can have fun with Charles and Alex!" you smile at your husband as you pull your snow boots on that were at the edge of the cabin.

"But Alex and Charles get a lay-in why don't i?" he complains pouting at you and giving you the puppy eyes.

"Because you decided to marry me, and that doesn't lead to lay-in's on a Ski holiday!" you giggle.

"Okay, but over the summer you are coming with me to Mallorca and we are having lots of cuddles and lay-in's and walks along the beach and lots of morning sex!" he grins cheekily making you slap his chest.

"Okay, well lets go Skapi!" you smile taking his hand.

You guys headed first to the large slopes where you could go down and practice for the Olympics that were to be held in Milan in 2026. You practiced for around an hour, going at high speed and cleaning up your turns and corners.

Then Carlos decided it was time to head back to the log cabin you guys were sharing with Alex and Charles and ask them if they wanted to join you for lunch. You took a leisurely ski through the wooded ski area that was just a general skiing area rather than the specific slopes used.

He reached out for you, holding your hand as you both used one pole to change your directions as needed.

"It's a really nice day today!" you say after pulling down the bandana you had wrapped around your mouth currently. Usually you'd wear a full balaclava but where you were skiing with friends you wanted to be able to talk to them without shouting.

"Yes, the sun is bright!" he says looking around the white snow that if you both took the skii masks off you'd for sure be blinded by the dazzling white expanse.

"Mmm, so how do you feel about the rest of the year?" you carefully ask your husband. You had tiptoed around the subject of him having to leave Ferrari. He understood why they'd jump at the opportunity to take on a 7x World Championship when this year they had a car that was consistent and contending with the Red Bull, that didn't mean it didn't hurt though. You'd only found out a few days ago from Charles himself.

He'd found a true friendship in Charles and Alex, just like he had done with Lando. It didn't mean he would no longer see Charles but they were arguably one of the best pairing on the grid when it came to team-work and wins.

"Well, Audi have said they'd like to take me on in 2026, but that would mean a year out. Red Bull have also spoke to me about removing Checo, but I want a championship and with Max as Red Bull golden boy I don't think it would be feasible. Then obviously there's Mercedes but their car was so bad this year, so it really depends!"

"Well, whatever happens you know you'll have me right?" you say, slowly coming to a halt and pull him into a hug.

"I don't know what the best decision is, but I'm just going to try perform my best this season with Ferrari!" he offers and you nod, pulling him in.

"If you do go with Audi and have an off season in 2025 that means we'll have the whole year together!" he smiles at what you just said.

"Mmmm maybe we can travel without the stress of me racing each time!" he grins pulling you in and kissing you, your masks clashing together making you both laugh.

You walk back in to the cabin to find Alex and Charles cuddles up on the sofa under a fluffy blanket.

"Hey guys, want to go get some lunch?" you ask looking around.

"How on earth do you survive with it this cold!" Alex shivers looking at the snow that falls off yours and Carlos' boots as you slip them off.

"You are all from warmer regions. Mediterranean people" you sigh with a small laugh.

"Sorry we aren't Slavic or Balkan like you and can hold up in your insanely cold winters, I'm guessing that's how you got into skiing?" Charles chuckles.

"Yeah, my dad would take me up the mountains each winter and go skiing! It's how I got into it competitively!" you smile, remembering all the memories from when you were younger.

"It's amazing what you've achieved not only for yourself but your country!" Alex smiles.

"Thank you guys! Going for Gold in 2026 though! You guys will come support me right?" you ask, already planning to give them VIP seats where they could watch from.

"Of course!" they all reply while Carlos comes behind you and picks you up throwing you over his shoulder and launching you onto the part of the sofa next to Charles.

"Carlos be careful" you laugh at him, holding one hand on your chest and another around his neck.

"Just an hour of chilling? Then we'll do lunch and more skiing?" he asks using those big brown eyes off his.

"Alright fine" you smile, pulling him in for a hug as you tune into the show Alex and Charles had on.

You could 100% get used to this life.

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nayziiz · 2 days

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Speed | CS55

Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

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Chapter 6

As Lola stood in the dimly lit garage, the memories of their journey back home seemed hazy and distant, lost in the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed her from the moment they arrived. She couldn't recall the details of their ride back or how they had ended up in the garage, but one thing was clear: she loved every moment of it.

The rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Lola felt a sense of exhilaration as Carlos pressed her against the shelves, his lips meeting hers with a fervour that set her heart ablaze. In that moment, all thoughts of restraint and caution melted away, replaced by an overwhelming desire to lose herself in the passion of the moment.

Their kisses were hungry and urgent, fueled by a raw intensity that left Lola breathless with anticipation. She tangled her fingers in Carlos's hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the heady rush of desire that coursed through her veins.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

With the lingering taste of passion still on their lips, Lola broke the kiss and intertwined her fingers with Carlos's, a silent invitation passing between them. Without a word, she led him through the familiar halls of her house, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows casting a gentle glow over their path.

As they ascended the staircase to the first floor, Lola's heart raced with anticipation, her pulse quickening with each step they took. In the quiet stillness of the night, the air was charged with electricity, every touch and glance between them sparking a fire that burned hot and bright.

Finally, they reached Lola's bedroom, the door standing open like a beacon of possibility. With a small smile, Lola stepped inside, pulling Carlos along behind her. The room was bathed in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the moon peeking through the curtains.

In the quiet intimacy of the space, Lola turned to face Carlos, her eyes shining with desire as she reached out to trace the contours of his face. Without a word, she drew him closer, her lips meeting his in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the passion that burned between them.

Despite Lola's usual cautious nature, there was something undeniably alluring about Carlos that stirred a fire within her. His charm, his passion, his genuine warmth—it was as if he had cast a spell over her, drawing her in with an irresistible magnetism that she found impossible to resist.

And Carlos, too, was not one to easily succumb to the allure of physical intimacy. He was a man of honour and integrity, a man who valued connection and intimacy above all else. But there was something about Lola that captivated him from the moment they met, something that stirred a longing deep within him that he could not ignore.

As they stood together in the quiet intimacy of Lola's bedroom, their hearts pounding with desire, they both knew that this moment was different. It was not just about physical attraction or fleeting passion—it was about connection, about the deep and profound bond that had formed between them in such a short amount of time.

With a shared glance and a silent understanding, Lola and Carlos surrendered to the irresistible pull of their desire, their bodies moving together in a dance of passion and longing. In that moment, there were no doubts or fears, no hesitations or reservations.

With a tender touch, Carlos guided Lola to the bed, his movements gentle and reverent as he laid her down with care. As she settled onto the soft mattress, he hovered over her, his eyes filled with adoration as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

Leaning down, Carlos pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, his touch gentle yet passionate. There was a tenderness in his actions, a deep sense of affection and respect that spoke volumes of his feelings for her.

As their lips parted, Carlos's gaze lingered on Lola's rose-tinted face. With a soft smile, he reached down to help her remove her boots, his touch light and careful as he untied the laces and slipped them off her feet.

With a determined resolve, Carlos knew he needed to take his time. This moment was not just about physical pleasure; it was about savouring every precious second with Lola, about exploring the depths of their connection and revelling in the beauty of their shared intimacy.

As Lola rested on her elbows, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of desire and anticipation, Carlos felt a surge of warmth flood his chest. With each step he took towards her, he felt the weight of responsibility and reverence for the moment they were about to share.

Gently, he pulled Lola's shirt over her head, his fingers moving with deliberate care as he revealed the soft curves of her body beneath the fabric. He revelled in the sight of her, his heart swelling with admiration for the woman before him.

As he slid the shirt from her arms, Carlos couldn't help but marvel at the sight of her, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room. With each article of clothing he removed, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell, his desire for her burning hotter with each passing moment.

With a tender touch, he reached for the button of her jeans, his fingers lingering over the fabric as he savoured the moment. Slowly, he began to slide the article of clothing down her legs, his movements careful and deliberate as he revealed the beauty of her body to him.

In that moment, as he stood before her, Lola laid bare and vulnerable beneath his gaze, Carlos felt a sense of awe wash over him.

With a tender gaze, Carlos hovered over Lola, his weight supported on his forearm as he drank in the sight of her beneath him. The soft glow of the moonlight bathed her in an ethereal radiance, casting a halo around her that made her look like a goddess.

Leaning down, Carlos pressed his lips to hers once more, the kiss tender and sweet as he poured his desire into each caress. His heart swelled with affection as he felt the warmth of her hands trailing up his sides, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

As Lola's hands found their way into his hair, Carlos felt a surge of electricity shoot through him, igniting a fire in his veins that burned hotter with each passing moment. With a soft groan of pleasure, he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that mirrored her own.

Feeling the delicious anticipation building between them, Lola began to unbutton his shirt with deliberate slowness, her movements tantalising and teasing as she revealed the strong lines of his chest beneath the fabric. With each button undone, Carlos felt a jolt of desire shoot through him, his breath catching in his throat as he surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure of her touch.

As Lola's fingers danced over his skin, Carlos let out a low growl of satisfaction, his hands moving to caress her body with a reverence that bordered on worship. With a sense of urgency tinged with reverence, Carlos perched himself up on his knees, his gaze locked on Lola with a hunger that mirrored her own. As she reached for his belt, her fingers trembled with anticipation.

With trembling hands, Lola helped him unbuckle his belt, her touch sending sparks of electricity shooting through him as she slowly loosened the fabric that held his chinos in place. With a soft groan of pleasure, Carlos leaned into her touch, his heart pounding in his chest as he surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating pleasure of her touch.

As the chinos fell from his hips, pooling at his feet, Carlos felt a rush of heat flood through him, his skin flushed with desire as he stood before her completely exposed. With a hungry gaze, Lola drank in the sight of him, her eyes roaming over his body with a hunger that matched his own.

With a hunger that could not be quenched, Carlos pulled Lola against him, their bodies melding together in a tangle of limbs and desire as they sank to their knees. Skin-to-skin, they pressed against each other, their hearts beating in perfect synchrony as they surrendered themselves completely to the intoxicating pleasure of their love.

With tender care, Carlos gently laid Lola back on the soft sheets, his movements slow and deliberate as he traced delicate kisses across her body. With each caress of his lips, Lola felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her fingers tangling in his jet black hair as she surrendered herself completely to the sweet ecstasy of his touch.

With feather-light kisses, Carlos trailed his lips along the curve of Lola's neck, his breath warm against her skin as he revelled in the intoxicating scent of her. With each tender press of his lips, he elicited soft sighs of pleasure from her lips, sending shivers of delight coursing through her veins. Moving lower, Carlos pressed his lips to Lola's collarbone, his touch gentle and reverent as he worshipped every inch of her.

Carlos released himself from his briefs and pushed aside Lola's panties. There were no words, no thoughts—only the overwhelming rush of passion and longing that consumed them completely. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each touch and caress sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them. With each kiss, each stroke, they surrendered themselves to the sweet ecstasy, lost in a haze of lust and desire that left them breathless.

With their fingers intertwined, Carlos and Lola moved together in perfect synchrony, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace that sent waves of pleasure crashing over them. With each thrust, Carlos felt a surge of ecstasy coursing through him, his breath catching in his throat as he lost himself in the intoxicating rhythm of their lovemaking.

Lola's eyes were shut, a blissful smile playing at the corners of her lips as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her. Her hips moved in perfect harmony with Carlos's, matching his every stroke with a hunger and passion that left them both gasping for breath.

And as they finally succumbed to the sweet release of their passion, their cries of ecstasy echoing through the room, they knew that they had found something truly special.

After their bodies were spent from the intensity of their lovemaking, Carlos didn't leave. Instead, he collapsed beside Lola, pulling her into his warm embrace as they lay entwined in each other's arms. With a contented sigh, Lola nestled against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as they drifted off to sleep together.

In the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, they lay wrapped in each other's warmth, the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests synchronised in perfect harmony. With each breath, they seemed to draw closer together, as if their souls were merging into one.

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moviecritc · 11 days

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easiest conversation ⋆ carlos sainz

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!oc (named Angelique)

tropes: strangers to lovers

summary: carlos and angelique sat next to each other in a tennis match in monaco, leading to an endless conversation.

a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling. maybe a part 2 if you like it?

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Everybody was focused on Carlos' future in Formula 1, he tried so hard to not be worried about it, but every thing he does, the media somehow made it about his career as a driver. So, at the end, he couldn't do anything except being worried too. Many what ifs were in his mind anytime he thought about it.

The past weekend wete the Masters of Montecarlo, a tennis match, and taking advantage of the fact that he was in the city and most of he's teammates were also watching it, he attended as well.

Carlos didn't have the opportunity to talk to any of them, they were seated in different places in the public. Either way, seeing George, Charles and even Lando with their partners made him feel a little bit more miserable than he already felt. No seat and no girlfriend, that's not a very cool situation to be involved.

And there's even more, he doesn't even know a shit about tennis. He played paddel a few times with Lando, but tennis? He had no idea. So he just sat there, gasping when other people gasp and checking his phone once in a while.

"You seem lost," someone said.

Carlos lifts his head that exact moment, connecting looks with a light brunette that was looking at him above her sunglasses.

"Are you talking to me?" he asked, totally confused. Since when that woman was sitting by his side?.

"Yes. You look bored, maybe you just need someone to explain tennis in a cool way," she smiled. A beautiful smile.

Carlos also smiled a bit, in a weird way. Sometimes he forgots that there's people who can effortlesly talk to strangers in a cool and mysterious way. This woman was one of them.

"Yeah, sure. If you can,"

"If I can?" she seemed dramaticly offended. "You don't think a woman can explain tennis to you, man?"

"Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean it in that way," he said quickly. "Please, go ahead."

She smiled and started explaining all about tennis in the most interesting and funny way possible.

"How do you know so much about tennis?" he asked.

"Well, I'm a tennis player," she explain. "I thought it was obvious."

Carlos noded a bit, noticing a few mobile phones and cameras pointing at them. He didn't realised it until now, and now he was wondering how many pictures and videos of him and that woman would be around the media.

"Uh, well... I mean, I have no idea about tennis," he said, nervously.

"Yeah, I could tell that," she laughed and she infected Carlos with the laughter. "I'm Angelique, by the way."

"Beautiful name. I'm Carlos," they shaked hands with smiles in their faces. He saw some redness on Angelique face after he complimented her. "So you are a tennis player?"

"Yeah." she simply answered.

"Are you good?" Carlos didn't want the conversation to die.

"I try to be," she said. "I'm fifth in the Women's Tennis Association, I don't know if that's enough for you."

Angelique pursed her lips, making a funny face that made Carlos smiled.

"That sounds really good," he said, truly impressed. They were both athletes, maybe that's why it feels so easy to talk to her.

"What about you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm a race driver,"

Angelique raised even more her eyebrows and wide-opened her eyes "Ok, that is so fucking cool!" she remarked. "Which team do you drive for?"

"Ferrari, but..."

"No way! That's even cooler!" she boasted. "I mean, I have no idea about Formula 1. But Ferrari? That is cool guy material, undoubtedly"

Carlos was too invested in Angelique's voice and eyebrow game that wasn't able to tell her that he isn't staying in Ferrari for too long. But they've just met, and being unemployed isn't something to say to someone right off the bat.

He realised that it was the first conversation in a while that he didn't have to mention anything about his future in Formula 1, another reason of him being this comfortable around Angelique.

"And, how did you became a tennis player?" Carlos asked, leaning a little bit to her.

Now, she was focusing on the ball and the movements of the players.

"My brother used to use me as a ball picker when he played tennis, then he broke his arm and I kept his racket," she explained without divert her eyes from the field.

"He stopped playing tennis after that?"

"Well, yes. When he could come back, he was too old and unexperience to achieve something," she said. "But he wasn't very good anyways."

They both laughed and Angelique take off her sunglasses so she could see Carlos better.

"Have you won something in tennis?" he curiously asked.

"Yeah, of course. Matchs and all those things,"

"Have you beaten Serena Williams?" he wondered, with a smirk.

"Not yet," she admited. "But I've won against people who beat Serena."

She smiled proudly. The match was about to end, and none of them were paying attention to it.

"Okey, that's pretty awesome," he said.

She crossed her legs and accomodated her long brown hair to one side, which left Carlos eyeing her in a romantic way.

"And you? How someone decides that he wants to drive really fast cars?"

"My father has been involved in motorsports for a long time,"

"It's always a family thing, don't you think?" she said. "It is hard to find someone who started in sports by themselves."

"It is!" Carlos agreed with her.

He was going to say something else, but they announce the end of the match, everybody standed up to give an applause. Both of them copied the rest of the people.

"Wait, who won?" Carlos asked, totally confused.

Angelique lean into him, whispering "I've no idea,"

They laughed and kept applausing. That was the end of the match and the end of their conversation. Angelique's agent rapidly came to her to take some pictures with the winner.

"Wait, wait," she insisted to her agent and then walked close to Carlos. "It was lovely talking to you, Carlos,"

"Same, Angelique. You seem an interesting person," he complimented. Carlos was willing to ask her for her number, or something.

"Are you coming to the finals tomorrow?" she asked, praying for a yes.

"I don't think so... I have a race soon in China,"

"Oh," she seemed disappointed. "Well, good luck for your race and..."

"Can I asked you for your number?" he said unexpectedly.

"Yes!" she realised that maybe she was too effusive, so she lower her tone. "I mean, yeah, sure. If you want."

Carlos laughed and Angelique did it too, in a more ashamed way. He gave her his phone so she could write her number.

"There you go," she said and her agent was already near her to leave the match. "Text me!"

Carlos laughed and waved at her, when he looked at his phone, he could do anything but laughed again. Angelique saved her as "That cute girl from the tennis match".

He wondered what was about that girl that made her so unique and easy to talk to her. Carlos didn't think about it very much, instead, he texted her right after she left the field.

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month

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For the Carlos idea: watching football with Carlos, either Real Madrid or the Spanish national team and him noticing you’re a little lost with what’s happening so he explains it, answering any and all questions you have, much to the amusement of Carlos’ friends because it is obvious the man is absolutely besotted with you

A/N: A new level of accuracy is looking up which team and learning it's Real Madrid also I'm sticking to explaining football as little as possible so I don't butcher this sport

Sitting on the couch, with Carlos's arm around you, you'd like to say you understood the sport on the TV, but in all fairness, you barely understood Formula 1 and you grew up on the sport. Carlos always tried his best to explain it, but there were different rules and even those rules had rules.

He tried to explain the offsides rule to you once, and you found it ridiculous that one inch off was considered offsides and you just giggled finding it hard to explain this. Carlos would always smile but would still explain it to you. He friends would tease him, but he'd ignore it and still take the time to explain.

Yet another game of Real Madrid was on, you were reading a book, not really paying attention to it, but not even to game. Carlos was playing with your hair and would sometimes explain the basics but you'd just smile. His friends and even family were over and were all invested in the game.

When the cheering got distracting you put your book down and snuggle into Carlos who smiles and takes a sip of his beer. He'd cheer but noticed your confusion on one of the plays.

"The ball was kicked past the goal, not the sides and went out, so it's considered a corner kick, not a throw." You hum and run it through your mind making sense of it in your own way. "So, if it goes past the goal, but not in, it's considered a corner kick not a throw. Because with the throw it needs to go off on the sides?" You ask, and you notice his friends are listening.

Carlos smiles brightly and leans down, kissing you gently and hums. "Yes, amor, that's correct. See you're slowly learning." Carlos was so happy you were starting to learn about the sport he loves so much. His friends giggle and start to make kissy faces, even Senior was starting to join in on the teasing.

You laugh, but Carlos doesn't as he far to busy admiring your gorgeous laughter and how much he couldn't wait to marry you.

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maplesyrupsainz · 28 days

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Congrats on 1k maddie!! Can I request a lil blurb of this prompt with Carlos: [driver] is overly protective of you after someone flirts with you

pairing: carlos sainz x fem reader y/n (she/her)

genre: blurb, established relationship

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, slightly toxic relationship

prompt: six [driver] is overly protective of you after someone flirts with you

a/n: thank u so much for the support bff!<33

my masterlist | 1k celebration

you rub your arms gently, the light breeze pricking your skin – it's not that cold, not really, but you are stood in the smoking area of a club in less than sensible clothing.

you look around slowly, your eyes studying each person, searching for anybody familiar. your shoulders slump slightly with relief when you spot one of your girl friends, who claps her hands together when she sees you approach.

“y/n! meet my new friends,” she gestures to the two men she is currently in conversation with. you smile politely, it not quite reaching your eyes. you find nightclub conversations with men you don't know to be pretty tedious.

“hi,” you nod in their direction as they introduce themselves. you don't strain to hear; what their names are is the least of your concerns. your eyes are still flitting around, looking for a better offer of company but failing to find any. so you stay, keeping close to one of the many heat lamps dotted around the area, pretending to listen intently to the conversation happening around you.

you see one of the men attempting to converse with you separately from your friend and his, and you shrug to yourself; you're bored, so you'll let him flirt with you.

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almost an hour passes by like this; you've been bought a number of drinks and shots so when he puts his hand on your waist, you barely even register it.

it is, of course, in this position that your boyfriend finds you.

your arm is grabbed roughly and a drink is thrown all over the man's face. you're startled at first until you see who the culprit is, and you are dragged into the chaos that easily could've been a physical fight if you weren't both pushed out of the nightclub and into the dark streets.

“carlos, what the fuck?” you turn to him, anger pooling in your eyes.

“what? me? who the fuck was that? he had his hands all over you, y/n!” he hits back, stepping back from you slightly.

“oh, and where have you been?!” you're almost yelling at him, a tight knot of rage in the pit of your stomach. your nights out always end like this, accusations and screaming matches in the streets.

“with lando.” he shrugs, much too calmly for your liking. he turns away, beginning to walk down the street to the nearby taxi rank.

“because that's reassuring,” you spit back, following after him. “i do not trust that boy. he's always encouraging you.”

“i'm not in the mood for this, y/n.”

“and you think i am?” your frown deepens, still following lamely behind him. you see him shrug his shoulders and your resolve fades, as it always does with carlos.

it is silent between you for the rest of the evening, even after you arrive home together where you climb into bed after carlos, his arms snaking around your waist as you fall into a fitful sleep. your last thoughts of whether or not your relationship is normal.

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