#carlando fanfiction

[tpwk-formula1]

Paddock Bunny Series - 1

AN - Yay! I'm so happy for the first post to my new series! I hope you like it and if you have any ideas of what you want to see happen in the world of Y/N Brown feel free to message me with your ideas! I have nothing planned for this series and no real end goal so this could be 10 chapters long to 100 chapters long just depends on how much you guys like it!

Happy Birthday to Lando!!

Drivers included:

Lando Norris x Reader

Carlos Sainz x Lando Norris x Reader (not every chapter will have a threesome but it was necessary for the plot!)

TW - Squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (M and F receiving/giving), hickey, back scratches, protected sex, MxM (not all threesomes with have MxM), cum swallowing, cum swapping

WC - 4.1k +

Y/N POV

"Please let me take you home tonight," Lando slurs in my ear for a third time tonight.

"Lando, you're too drunk to sleep with your bosses daughter," I reply back softly making him groan.

"Please, just one night and we never have to talk about it again," Lando says making me laugh and shake my head.

"If you get your maiden win within the first 10 races of the season I'll let you take me home for a night," I reply back making Lando's face light up at the thought.

"Deal!" Lando smile and runs off making me laugh softly and shake my head knowing he would forget about it by morning.

Lando and I have known each other since his rookie season in Formula 1 and have been close friends since than. It was no secret that Lando and I both had some kind of tension between us but neither of us trying anything knowing how much of a grey area it is.

That was back in February before the season had even started and now it's just a few hours after Miami and Lando is texting me the room number to his hotel room.

"478, it't the suite on the left corner"

"I thought you would have forgotten about that night"

"I'd never forget the one chance to finally sleep with you"

I just roll my eyes at the short conversation before gathering my belongings and making my way to the driver who would be taking me back to the hotel all Mclaren employees were staying in.

When I walked through the Miami hotel I quickly make my way up to Lando's room following the directions he had sent me.,

"Hi," Lando says opening the door after I had just knocked.

"Hi," I smile back inviting myself in. I spent the first couple minutes in Lando's hotel just looking at him to nervous to make the first move.

"Do you want this?" Lando asks softly making me look up and nod softly.

"Ya, a deal is a deal," I reply softly making Lando's smile drop slightly before taking a few tentative steps towards me.

"No, that's not how consent works. Do you want to do it?" Lando asks stepping even closer so we were now face to face with each other.

Instead of responding I connect my hands behind his neck and pull him down for a kiss. Once the initial shock wears off Lando melts into the kiss wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer into his chest.

"Fuck, Lan," I moan softly when Lando squeezing my ass with his hands.

Lando's lips start trailing from my lips down to my neck where he spends special attention on my neck looking for my sweet spot and once he locates is just under my ear I let out a soft moan making Lando smirk before sinking his teeth down and sucking softly I'm sure leaving a small mark behind.

I feel Lando's arms wrap around my waist tighter before softly mumbling jump. Once I just softly I wrap my arms around his waist and letting him walk us towards the bedroom.

Once we get into the bedroom he lightly drops me down onto the bed before he slowly pulls his shirt from his body before letting it fall to the ground.

Once Lando's upper half was bare he slowly climbed into the bed and over my body letting himself gently sit on my thighs while he stares down at me before slowly pulling my shirt up my torso and helping me sit up softly so he can pull it off completely.

Once he discards the Mclaren team kit on the ground he get his first glimpse of my bare tits.

"Fuck," Lando whispers softly still staring right at my tits before he takes a tit in each hand and gives it a firm squeeze making me moan softly at the feeling.

"Sound so pretty," Lando whispers out more to himself than me but it didn't matter my cheeks reddened at the praise regardless.

"Lan, please," I whine softly trying to grind my hips up making me smirk before pushing my hips back down towards the bed denying me of the little stimulation I was getting.

"Patience, I've waited years for my chance, you can wait another few minutes to feel my tongue," Lando replies back making me whine at his words while trying to clench my thighs together but being stopped by Lando's sturdy body blocking them from closing fully.

"God, you are even more beautiful that I could have dreamed," Lando groans while softly rubbing his fingers up my sides making me whine softly and goosebumps to grow across my skin.

Once Lando had felt like he teased enough he slowly started pulling my black Mclaren issued skirt off before discarding it somewhere on the floor before running a teasing finger over the center of my thong making me suck in a breath at the feeling of his finger light touch running across my overly sensitive clit.

"Fuck, you're already soaked for me," Lando says with a soft smirk before roughly ripping my thong from my body making me gasp out loudly at the sting of the fabric tearing against my skin.

It was clear in the moment that any patience left in Lando has completely ran out and now the starved man in front of me was ready to have his first warm meal in over a year.

When the first flick of Lando's tongue was sent right over my clit I can't help but moan out and arch my back at the feeling.

"Fuck," I moan softly when I feel Lando's tongue flick over my clit again making me whimper.

"SO fucking responsive," Lando groans out before diving back into my soaked pussy.

"Oh Lando," I moan when I feel Lando start sucking my clit into his mouth. My hands were now tangled in Lando's hair gripping and pulling him impossibly closer.

"So sweet," Lando mumbles into my pussy making me whimper at the vibrations being sent straight to my clit.

I knew with how long it had been with the last time I had slept with someone and how good Lando was abusing my clit I knew I wasn't gonna last long.

"Fuck," I scream out softly when I feel two of Lando's long fingers slip into my soaked pussy filling me up and grazing my G-spot was perfect precision.

"I can tell you're already close," Lando says with a smirk spread across his face while he starts finger fucking me making me moan and arch my back off the bed again which has Lando using his hand to push me back into the bed before attaching his mouth to my clit and sucking.

"I'm gonna cum," I announce loudly while gripping tighter into Lando's now messy curls.

No sooner than the words leaving my mouth Lando instantly speeds up the actions with his fingers and sucking even harder on my clit almost instantly throwing me over the edge into a loudly messy orgasm that left me shaking under Lando.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant when I have no time to come down from the overwhelming pleasure because Lando and still fingering me with lighting speed.

"Oh shit," I moan when I feel a second orgasm approaching before the tightly wound band in my tummy snapped throwing me over the edge into a squirting orgasm.

"Fuck," Lando gasps amazed at the pleasure he just had coursing through my body.

"Holy fuck," I gasp when I look down and realize the mess I had caused but with the smug look on Lando's face the mess is the last thing on his mind right now.

Lando slowly climbs out of the bed and quickly takes off his pants and briefs in one go letting his hard length spring free. My eyes are instantly locked on the red angry tip that was already leaking precum.

"I want a taste," I announce timidly while letting my eyes flicker up to lock eyes with Lando where he's staring at me with a smirk spread across his face.

"I'm serious," I say while climbing out of bed and getting on my knees and instantly gripping onto Lando's cock making him hiss at the sensations.

I slowly bring my mouth to the tip of Lando's cock where I lick a strip collecting a bit of the precum from his cock and let the flavors linger on my tongue before I take his tip into my mouth and start sinking down taking more of his cock as I go.

"Fuck," Lando groans letting his hands tangle into my brunette hair.

I can't help but moan at the feeling of Lando's cock fill my mouth more than any man has ever.

Once my nose brushes against the trimmed patch of hair covering Lando's pelvic bone I can't help but look up to find Lando with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. When I slowly start bobbing my head with still looking up at Lando I notice the way his face pinches up at the pleasure before he moans softly and looks down locking eyes with me.

"Fuck, you're a sight to be been," Lando groans using the hands tangled in my hair to bob me up and down his cock faster.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long," Lando groans at the admission but it only makes me speed up my action on his cock. I bring my hand up to his balls and start playing with them which has Lando groaning and pushing me all the way down on his cock before he lets out a low groan before cumming deep into my throat making me gag slightly but still swallow what I can.

"Fuck," Lando groans slipping his cock from my lips and rubbing the spit and cum mixture across my mouth marking me with his cum, his way of marking his territory.

"You're so hot. Your swollen little lips covered in my cum," Lando leans down close to my face with a smirk on his face before the heat of the moment got the best of him and he takes my mouth in his tasting his own cum on his lips.

With Lando's lips still locked with mine he slowly picks me up off the ground before he gently places me on the bed near the edge where I feel his still hard cock rub against my clit making me moan.

When Lando pulls away still standing at the edge of the bed I go to whine when I see him grab a condom off the night stand making me raise a brow at him.

"It was the first thing I went out and bought when I won," Lando says with a boyish smile on his face clearly embarrassed to admit how excited he was.

"I appreciate the readiness," I tell him softly while I watch him roll the condom down his length before stepping between my spread thighs again and tearing my clit with his cock before slipping his length into my pussy making me whimper at the feeling.

"Fuck, so damn tight," Lando grits out between clenched teeth making me whimper at that the burning feeling of being stretched out on his cock.

"Slower," I whimper when I feel Lando start rocking his hips into mine which has him stopping his movements giving me a few moments to adjust before I nod and feel Lando slowly pull his cock out an inch or so before thrusting back in making both of us moan at the feeling.

"Oh," I moan softly when I feel Lando's thrusts start to pick up making my nails dig in a bit deeper into his shoulders making him hiss at the feeling.

"Lan, it feels so good," I moan when I feel Lando's thrust turn from fast and shallow to hard and deep making me feel him in a whole new way. I can feel my nails digging into his back, probably leaving marks behind but with the way Lando only speeds up the harder I grip him I don't think he has any complaints.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Lando grunts out clearly getting close to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," I announce suddenly when I feel Lando's cock drill right into me G-spot over and over again.

"Fuck, cum with me," Lando grunts his hips shuddering a bit before I feel him start to cum into the condom sending me over the edge into another shaking orgasm.

"Fuck," Lando grunts coming down from his orgasm as he slowly slips his cock from my overstimulated pussy making me whimper at the stimulation.

"Fuck, you took me so well," Lando tells me softly helping me sit up before handing me a water bottle and letting me take a few sips before he takes a few sips himself.

"You're not weirded out to drink from the same straw as me," I ask softly making Lando laugh lightly.

"I tasted my cum from your lips, we're past sharing water bottles," Lando says softly making a me laugh with him and nod my head understanding.

For the next 30 minutes Lando and I spent it in the shower while he told me how good I did for him making me blush under the praise.

When we get out of the bathroom and I wince when I catch sight of Lando's back.

"I'm sorry," I say softly while running a light finger over one of the darker scratches.

"I would live the rest of my life with them if it meant I got to fuck you everyday," Lando says while looking at the damage in the mirror with a shrug.

"You want to do it again?" I ask shyly not even thinking about the possibility of doing it again.

"I mean, yeah. It was honestly the best sex I've ever had but if this was a one off for you, I'm more than okay with that," Lando tells me honestly making me smile and nod.

"I'd like to do it again," I tell him softly with a nod making him smile.

It's only a few days later when I get another Facetime from Lando. When I answer I come face to face with a smirking Carlos and a sheepish looking Lando staring back at me. Both boys where clearly shirtless on a yacht but from the looks of it they were still docked.

"You attacked my boy?" Carlos asks with a smirk falling from his lips making me jaw drop slightly at a total loss for words.

"I have no idea what you're on about Sainz," I respond back with a blush creeping up onto my cheeks.

"No? This should remind you," Carlos says while flipping the camera and showing me Lando's back that was still scattered with a few lingering marks.

"Okay, so Lando and I had a bit of fun. What about it?" I ask trying to be nonchalant. It had never been a secret that when Carlos joined Mclaren with Lando I had a crush on him so having a conversation like this year later it a bit bone rattling.

"I just wish I had gotten an invite," Carlos says while flipping the camera back to face a red faced Lando and a smug looking Carlos. I know my cheeks are as red as Lando's if not redder.

"What?!" Is the only word out of my mouth clearly still too stunned to speak.

"Oh cut the crap, Brown! It was no secret that you fancied me back in my Mclaren days. If you're in Monaco come to the dock," Carlos says with a smirk making me gawk at the two for a few seconds before I hang up the phone and get changed into a swimsuit.

I shoot Lando a quick text letting him know I would be there in a few minutes. I guess you could say curiosity killed the cat but if a long time crush was offering me a day on his yacht I wasn't gonna pass it up.

When I get to the dock I find Lando sitting at the nose of the boat with a sour look spread across him face while looking at his phone while Carlos is smirking with his arms crossed watching me approach him.

"We have company," Carlos announcing making Lando look up from his phone letting his sour look deepen.

"Before I step foot on this yacht. I need to know what is about to happen and if both of you guys are consenting," I saw while looking directly at Lando.

"There's zero pressure on what we do today. But both of us understand what could happen and we're on the same page, Lando's just but hurt he couldn't keep you to himself," Carlos says making me raise a brow at him.

"No Carlos, I'm annoyed at you because you haven't shut up for the past 15 minutes about what happened between me and her," Lando announces with a bit of a whiney voice making me laugh softly.

When I set onto the yacht I look around to make sure we were alone before I walk to Lando and stand between his legs and lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Do you want whatever could happen to happen?" I whisper making sure he knew it was just a conversation between us.

"Yes," Lando finally answers looking up at me through his long lashes.

“I’m positive, it wouldn't be the first time Carlos and I shared someone,” Lando admits softly making me look up at Carlos with a surprised face. He just sends me back one of his signature smirks making me roll my eyes jokingly before stepping away from Lando and placing my stuff where it belonged before pulling off my swimsuit cover and making me way to find Carlos is alright driving the boat away from the dock while Lando rests back allowing his tanned skin to soak up even more sunlight.

I climb onto the sofa next to Lando allowing my head to rest on his shoulder.

"We aren't doing a single thing you don't consent to, and Carlos is big on verbal consent," Lando tells me softly angling his head so he can look me in the eye.

"Okay," I reply softly with a small smile playing on my lips.

Once Carlos has gotten us far away from the shore I realize we are completely alone in a cove with not a single person around us.

When Carlos approaches both Lando and I he leans down and places a quick kiss on Lando's mouth making me gawk at them softly before Carlos turns his attention on me.

"Can I kiss you, Hermosa?" Carlos asks softly making a me nod my head but quickly give a soft yes remembering what Lando had just been telling me.

As soon as the word left my mouth Carlos crashes his lips onto mine and our kiss was the complete opposite of the one him and Lando shared. While his and Lando's was quick and a bit lack luster Carlos and I's is heated and intense.

When I feel Carlos softly graze his tongue against my bottom lip I part my mouth and feel Carlos's tongue tangle with mine making me whimper at the feeling.

"Fuck, such a sweet little mouth. Lando has told me your head game is the best, would you like to prove him right?" Carlos asks softly.

"Yes sir," I reply back softly while pushing Carlos to sit next to me making me turn my body towards him on my hands and knees with my ass facing Lando making him groan at the sight of my swimsuit riding up my ass.

I pull Carlos's swim trunks just enough to free his hard cock before bringing my mouth down to his cock and pulling it into my mouth making him hiss at the feeling of me taking his full length into my mouth.

"Fuck," Carlos groans throwing his head back when I feel the tip of his cock bypass my gag reflex taking him all the way.

I start bobbing my head on his cock making Carlos tangle his fingers into my hair while Lando pulls my swim bottoms to the side where he started teasing my clit making me moan around Carlos's cock.

Once Lando felt I was wet enough he grips into my hair pulling me off Carlos's cock making me whine at the loss. Once Lando gets me situated on my hands and knees but this time facing Lando I realize all the prep he had done wasn't for him but was for Carlos.

Lando pulls his shorts off letting me take his cock into my mouth while I feel the tip of Carlos's cock teasing my clit making me pull off Lando's cock and trying to turn my head.

"He's wearing protection," Lando tells me softly making me nod my head and get back to work with Lando's cock. When I feel Carlos slowly sinking his thick cock into my tight pussy I whimper at the stretch. I can tell he's wearing a condom making me smile softly to myself knowing Lando was telling me the truth.

I knew I wasn't gonna last long but when I feel my orgasm build almost instantly I start freaking out slightly trying to pull my hips away from Carlos.

"Am I hurting you," Carlos asks letting my hips go letting me get away slightly.

"No! I was about to cum," I admit sheepishly making Carlos groans and sink his cock back into me in one quick motion before pounding into me and throwing me over the edge almost instantly.

"I don't care if you cum in 3 seconds or 3 hours, I want you to let go," Carlos groans fucking me through my orgasm before slowing down almost completely letting me come down from my orgasm without over stimulating me but once I got a few minutes of rest Carlos gets right back to it making me moan around Lando's cock making him whimper and pull me off his cock not wanting to cum just yet.

"Fuck, Carlos," I moan rather loudly letting my voice echo across the water coming out far louder than I was hoping.

"So fucking tight," Carlos groans clearly getting close to the edge making Lando shove his cock back into my mouth. I could feel another orgasm building deep in the pit of my stomach and once I finally release I feel Carlos shove deep into me one last time before filling the condom up with his cock. I feel Lando shudder one last time before a loud whine leaves his mouth and he starts cumming filling my mouth with his cum.

"Don't swallow," Carlos groans while slowly slipping his cock from my pussy making a me turn my head slightly and open my mouth showing him my mouth full of cum.

"Swallow some of it and spit the rest into his mouth," Lando says out of breath behind me making me look at Carlos who has a smirk on his face and he nods giving me permission. I swallow half of Lando's load before standing up and pulling Carlos into my mouth and pushing the rest of the cum in his mouth where he quickly swallows it and pulls me in for a quick makeout before pulling back and grabbing his discarded swim trunks.

Lando helps me get dressed before pulling me back into his chest and letting me cuddle up with him.

"Who else have you told?" I finally ask in a hushed whisper while Carlos starts moving the yacht to another location.

"No one I swear! But I'm sure Carlos will tell Charles, who will tell Pierre, who will tell Yuki, who will tell everyone," Lando admits sheepishly making my face grow hot and a groan to leave my lips.

"Great so I'm about to become the paddock whore," I saw with a cringed look across my face.

"No, I'm positive if anything they'll just want a taste," Lando tells me softly making me groan and throw my head back.

"That might even be worse," I groan again making Lando laugh softly.

"You do what you want. If someone tries anything and you don't want it you tell them to fuck off," Lando says as if this was the most normal situation in the world.

Over the next few weeks the group chat that started with just Lando, Carlos and I had slowly grown in size. While I wasn't sure how word had spread so fast I was positive that my life was not the same one it was at the start of the season.

[phebess]

Ballet AU - Thoughts & Drabble

Carlos' feet sound too loud as he walks through the empty halls of the dance studio. It's been closed for hours, but apparently Lando's allowed to stay late whenever he wants. Carlos guesses the principle of the Royal Ballet can damn well do what he pleases.

He takes two lefts and then a right, just as the night guard by the door had directed. He waits to hear music or see the bright lights of a studio in use, but it's still dark and quiet, almost eerie as he makes his way down the hall.

He's just about to text Lando to see if he left, when he spots a slightly ajar door. He moves closer, peering through the crack, and his breath catches.

In the dim evening light, he can make out Lando's unmistakable, eternally graceful form, quietly moving through the space. He's got AirPods in, Carlos realizes, and he briefly wonders how common that is.

The studio lights are off, as if perhaps the room had once been lit with the sun that has long since dipped below the horizon. Carlos watches, just as mesmerized by Lando as he was the first time he ever saw him dance.

[carlando-winter-break-exchange]

❄️🏎️ Carlando Winter Break Exchange 2024-2025 🏎️❄️

Hey Carlando fam! It’s that time of year again! Yes, it's Carlando Winter Break Exchange time, aka the time to get creative, connect with the fandom, and share the joy of Carlando. Whether you’re a longtime writer or just looking to jump in, everyone’s welcome!

📅 Timeline Signups: November 1 - November 15, 2024 Assignments sent: November 17, 2024 – watch your inbox! Assignments due: March 13, 2025 Fics posted: March 14, 2025 Gifts revealed: March 15, 2025 – the grand finale!

✍️ Word Count

Minimum: 4000 words

Maximum: No limit! Let your imagination run wild.

🎨 Art

• Fanart: We’re looking for pieces in flat color or full render to ensure a polished look.

• GIFs: Aim for around 4-6 GIFs. We are looking for Carlando moments here.

• Fanvid (MVs): A minimum of 2 minutes would be ideal, and it should be Carlando centric.

💡 Guidelines & Details

The main pairing should always be Carlando. You can add side pairings, but Carlos and Lando should remain the heart of the story.

Anonymous Posting: Fics will be posted anonymously on March 14 to keep the excitement alive until gifts are revealed!

🤝 Get Involved! This exchange is all about connecting with fellow Carlando fans and sharing our love for these two. It's a wonderful opportunity to make new friends, inspire each other, and bring a little extra joy to the fandom. Sign-ups are now open, so don’t miss out! Those taking part need to make sure that mods have a direct line of communication with them, be it Discord, Tumblr or an email address.

🛠️ How It Works Once sign-ups close, we’ll match you up with someone based on your preferences. From there, you’ll have four months to craft and write your story! And don’t worry—regular check-ins will keep everyone on track. Plus, we’re here to support you if you have any questions or need help along the way.

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[norriscurls]

ONLY ANGEL

He had a reputation.

Everybody knew who he was, but nobody knew him.

No one wanted to cross paths with him and at the same time he was the beast that everyone wanted to defeat. Nobody knew if the rumours that had been circulating for so many years were true or if the real version was even worse.

He was the king of the ring.

He was Carlos Sainz.

________________

Or where Carlos is the most feared boxer in London and Lando is the nurse who took care of him years ago.

Read here

[landhoe-norris]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thank you so much for this ask, this is a lot of fun! <3

cupid’s chokehold - Charles. A sauna. His teammate's dad. What more do you want?

I mean, do I have to say anything about this one? Pretty sure this was the first fic in the Charlos Sr tag on AO3, and I have more in that tag. I just really, really love the idea of these two and I want to write some more when I get going again.

how bratty omega princess lando norris met very professional and foolhardy alpha personal security guard carlos sainz jr - the summary is in the title. i don't know what to say.

This was such a 'I'm drunk and bored and want to write' fic. It started as little snippets in the Carlando server and then I just started writing it all out, and it ended in this which is a fun fic. Even though it's not my best, I definitely have soft spot for it.

i want you to know (that i'm all yours) - Lando keeps making mistakes with men called Carlos. He keeps making mistakes until one night when he doesn't.

This was the first fic I as part of a challenge (that wasn't hosted by me). I don't remember what it's called but it's a very smutty challenge. I don't know what came over me, but I love the hell out of it and the premise is *chefs kiss*

summer sweat - "Now it's Carlos' turn to bite his lips. A moan almost escapes them, but he manages to hold back. Lando puts his lips on Carlos' earlobe and presses a soft kiss to it before whispering. 'I fingered myself in the bathroom. I'm ready.' It's an order, one that Carlos is barely able to deny. 'Not in front of your parents, Lando!' It's strangled; all of his energy is going into keeping his composure" or Carlos spends a hot summer day with Lando and his family, and Lando has some plans.

This is just pure smut. Someone sent me a prompt here on Tumblr and I just went with it and it definitely turned into one of my favourite little Carlando fics. So thank you to whoever it was that inspired this <3

You Found Me - Absolutely nothing had gone to plan. Lando had known that teaming up with the CNI was a bad idea, he didn’t trust them one bit. Especially Sainz, with who he had unfortunately been partnered or Lando is MI6 and is forced to work with an arrogant CNI intelligence officer named Carlos.

What an epic. It took me almost 2,5 years to complete, mostly because I am so bad at updating. This started from a tiny drabble I wrote back in 2021, and it kinda just snowballed from that. I am going to write a sequel, when I get the spirit of writing back into me.

[lilghostiequinni]

All It Takes

Main Masterlist Grid Masterlist

Pairing: Driver!female oc (Adela Wolff) x Grid; Girlfriend!oc (Adela Wolff) x Carlos Sainz Jr.; Girlfriend!oc (Adela Wolff) x Lando Norris; Girlfriend!oc (Adela Wolff) x Calos Sainz Jr. x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluff, more to come...

Description: She made many moves and decisions on what she wants to be, her father always telling all his kids so, and being there to support them. When she told her father she wanted to be in Formula One, there was only on stipulation, that she not go for Mercedes first, not wanting for the public to believe that there was favoritism over her, and that she got there on her own.

2017 Season; Rookie Year

2018 Season; Proven

2019 Season; Takes Courage

2020 Season; No Change

2021 Season; Reunion

2022 Season; Takes Faith

2023 Season; Expansion

2024 Season; Takes... Wow!

2025 Season; Course Changes

2026 Season; Massive Change

[carlanno]

Carlando Fic Recs! #1

here are a select few of my fave carlando fics on ao3!

a world alone series (@interlagosed)

hibi's writing in general is something that i just love so so so much! i love how she portrays both carlos and lando, their personalities, their likes & dislikes, their relationship dynamic mwah mwah!! it is because of this series i even considered starting to write for these two!

so take it from me by tiredtiredsharl

gosh! the way chronic illness and its ups and downs are portrayed in this fic is so beautiful! it shows that it doesn't always have to be scary, we can live normal lives and still have a chronic illness. this is a must must read for me, so beautifully articulated. the relationship between carlos and lando is so understanding and beautiful in this work. has to be one of my most favoured portrayals of them!

diamond (@someone-worth-racing-for)

i love the feelings realisation in this work! it may only be 2 chapters but you can still feel the slow burn, the confusion, and then the acceptance. so well written & another beautiful dynamic! i remember being grabbed from the first few paragraphs, not wanting to put my phone down even though i should be sleeping! another must read!

if ao3 or fics aren't your thing, i highly suggest going through hibi's (@interlagosed) carlando headcanons tag, there are some masterpieces in there, my current fav has to be the christmas lingerie one which can be found here! there is something about lando in lingerie... happy reading!

[drspleenmeister]

“Competence has always looked good on him, but mastery is another beast entirely.”

@phebess are you TRYING to kill me off?!

[carlando-prompt-meme]

Welcome to the Carlando Prompt Meme Challenge!

What is a Prompt Meme, you ask? - A Prompt Meme is a fan-driven event where participants submit prompts – ideas or suggestions for fanworks – and then create fanworks based on prompts submitted by others. It's a fantastic way to collaborate, inspire, and generate a diverse range of fanworks, from stories and art to videos and beyond!

How to Participate

Submit a Prompt: The collection is open, so you can start submitting your prompts today.

Claim a Prompt: Browse the submitted prompts and claim the one(s) that spark your creativity.

Share Your Creations: Once your fanwork is ready, post it to AO3 and share it!

Please read the FAQ and Rules posted in the collection on AO3! For any questions or more information, feel free to contact me on here or by email at carlandowriting@gmail.com

[cars-on-the-moon]

Carlando hurt/a bit of comfort just below!

Enjoy!

(everything stems from author’s imagination)

“Cabron!” Lando shouted, holding his suit in order to jog quicker.

The Spaniard slightly turned his gaze at him but returned to Rupert, carrying on their conversation.

Rupert nodded and smiled when Lando clasped his shoulder.

“Alright?” he asked the trainer. “Hot innit?” he grinned.

“And you’re going to have to race.” Rupert remarked, giving him a kind pat and stepping a bit back to reach Gino.

Lando’s eyes returned to Carlos, who hadn’t interact with him yet.

“What is it?” he asked him.

“What? Nothing.” Lando shrugged. “I’m a bit jittery.” he revealed.

“Calm down. Everything’s good.” Carlos replied him, almost dismissively, a tone the other man never possessed for him.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but quickly disregarded it.

“Are we training this week?” he asked him.

“I will be very busy.” Carlos replied, typing something on his phone and quickly burying it in his pocket. Finally, his eyes found Lando, but the Brit only saw emptiness.

“Carlos, are you okay?” he finally asked by micro-analysing all the wrong signs.

“I’ll see you later.” Carlos said and just like that, he walked away.

Lando stood there, watching him as he increased the distance between them. He watched as Carlos finally disappeared around Alpine’s motorhome, leaving him alone and extremely confused.

The great mystery of detached Carlos carried on for the extent of the week and when he never received a reply to his golf invitation, Lando gave up to focus on his race.

“Who from the grid was born in 1994?” Will asked then and instantly Lando pressed the little buzzer button.

“Carlos Sainz.” he replied.

“Ah! There you go! A point for you!” Will excitedly said.

“That’s 7-1.” Oscar reminded them the score.

“Well,” Lando grimaced. “I’ve had better days.” he playfully said to the camera and thusly, the silly YouTube game for the official channel, ended.

Will waved them a polite goodbye as Lando shuffled further into the sofa.

“Mate, you’re miserable.”

“Yeah, thanks Oscar.” he rolled his eyes before shutting them both.

“Oh, you’re in that mood.” he heard the Australian remarking and he hated him a little. The other Australian who was making his life hard once again in his own team. Sharp tongued and funny in a whole different way.

“Piss off, mate.” he mumbled and tried to sound as playful as possible.

He heard the faint sound of Oscar’s giggle as he was leaving the room and finally he found a good time for solitude and peacefulness.

He missed the podium for a tenth of a second and climbed out of his car with a granule of disappointment.

“Are we on for tomorrow?” Caco asked him, finding him outside hospitality.

Lando finished signing a picture of him and turned to the Spaniard.

“Yeah, Max told me you booked it.” he said. “Is Carlos coming?” he asked him.

Caco raised his eyebrows then but quickly schooled his expression to return to normal.

“I don’t know. This triple-header has been hard on him. We’ll see. It’s either going to be Rupert or him.” he replied.

Lando squinted.

“See you at eight.” Caco said, tapping his back.

When Lando arrived at the padel place hopeful, he got disappointed again. The other three players were already in the court but Carlos was nowhere to be seen.

“Are we doing Britain versus Europe?” Rupert grinned at him.

“Sure.” Lando shrugged taking his place in the field.

Max bumped his racket on Caco’s and walked in order to execute the first little serve.

“Carlos coming?” Lando asked Rupert.

“Um, no.” the Brit replied, dipping lower, focused forward.

If Lando got disappointed again, he never showed it.

‘Cabron? Is everything alright?’ Lando had to try again because the though if Carlos being that cold was so unsettling, he couldn’t relax when he was thinking about it.

He was tired enough to not having realised that the next day he was in Mexico City. It took him around ten minutes to remember his plane ride and a few more to actually decide to get up.

He trained intensely and ate his wrap with such eagerness, as if he was a starved man.

Still nothing.

Sunday’s driver’s parade came in a blink of an eye and Lando searched for Carlos before he was waved by Oscar to join him in their car.

“Were you looking for something?” Oscar asked him when the car started moving.

“You.” Lando replied, smiling towards the crowd.

Oscar hummed a bit unconvincingly but nevertheless, let it go. Sometimes Lando thought that the young Australian knew more than he revealed. Behind that quiet stance he had going on, he was observant and intelligent. Lando hated that. ‘Hate’ perhaps was a strong word.

“Carlos!” he finally found the man, as he was taking with Max.

Both men turned to find the source of the voice and one of them smiled widely. It was Max. Only Max smiled.

“I was just telling him how team Europe obliterated team Britain last Monday.” Max teased him immediately.

“I was out of form.” Lando sniffed, playing it cool. “Where have you been mate? You miss both padel and golf practice.” he placed his hand on Carlos’s upper arm, forgetting the cameras around them for only a moment. He let go of him then, staring, wanting to hear a word from him.

“I have been experiencing a few back pains.” Carlos replied him. Coldly; absolutely coldly.

“You? You have never been in pain since I’ve known you.” he said.

“Well, perhaps because I’m getting old.” Carlos spat out and yeah, something was definitely wrong.

“You’re not even thirty yet, mate.” Max added to the conversation when Lando’s silence filled the space.

“Anyway, I’ll see you later.” Carlos chose to ignore Max’s utterance and Lando’s concerned gaze, walking away immediately a second after.

‘How’s your back? How are we going to golf in November?’ He wrote before placing a laughing emoji. He stared at the screen and contemplated on whether to send it or not.

He had tried again to talk to him on Thursday evening, when he saw him outside Ferrari, getting Senior’s attention first.

“Lando Norris!” Senior hugged him. “How are you son?” he asked.

“I’m well and you?” he replied him politely.

“You are having a fantastic season. Congratulations!” he said to him.

Lando nodded affirmatively and finally turned to Carlos.

“I have been texting you. How is your back?” he asked him.

Carlos finally looked at him, brushing his fingers through his hair.

“It’s fine.” he replied him.

Lando inhaled deeply, biting down his tongue in order to stop himself from really barking at Carlos that he had been awful and cold and distant and unfamiliar.

“Are you? Fine?” he pushed just a bit more.

“I’m busy. Pa, let’s go?” he asked him turning around and climbing the little red steps.

Lando furrowed his eyebrows, watching him once again disappearing.

“He has been strange. He is angry.” Senior said to Lando. “He is bad with respect. He takes things very seriously, especially from you.”

Lando turned to the older man quickly.

“What? What do you mean? What did I do?”

Lando jogged to his motorhome and texted both Jon and Max.

“Havent you seen the video I’ve sent you a week ago?” Max asked him through the line.

“No, I must have forgotten.” Lando replied him. “What is it? How did you know what I’m talking about?” Lando furtively asked.

“Because you did him dirty man! It’s a complication of the same interview and it was all over Twitter.”

“What the fuck?” Lando whispered and quickly ended the call.

He remembers the interview; it was with some American podcast and he remembered having a miserable time but trying still to be funny and relaxed.

“I’ve had this question ninety three times,” he giggled. “There are not many friends around…I consider Max and Lewis the only two strong drivers…Carlos made a lot of mistakes in that, yeah…Friends is a very big word…He didn’t help me, he did it for himself, of course…Except from me I would like Oscar to win the Championship…Haha, no, Oscar, not Carlos…I wish I could climb to fourth and pass Charles…What? Carlos is? Carlos is above Charles? I didn’t expect that!”

Lando cringed to the last line and locked his phone, placing it on the massage bed next to him.

“Why the fuck would someone make a fucking compilation of that?” he asked the room through his teeth. “And fucking tag-” he didn’t finish his utterance in order to take a deep breath in.

“Lando, what is it?” Jon asked him.

“Have you seen this?” he showed him the video.

“Ah, yes. It was all over Twitter-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded through a foul squeal.

“Because we have a job to do-”

“I don’t need the tough love, Jon. Why did the PR-you know what? I’m leaving.” he jumped off the bed and went looking for his backpack.

“I can talk to PR.” Jon offered.

“No, leave it. The point was to-fuck.” he couldn’t bear to explain either.

He returned to his hotel room and after a warm shower he fell on the bed very keen on sleeping.

It was sudden and overwhelming. He was used to pushing down and down everything that had to with Carlos; everything that wasn’t the friendship they had built. He had locked away the desire that had slowly grown within him. Memories, moments risked back from every time he had though a bit more than he should have. When Carlos had looked at him a certain way, the way he had smiled, the way he had touched him.

Each word echoed in his mind, the dam of restraint broke. Tears welled up in his eyes and the anguish of unspoken love and pain washed over him. He was vulnerable and exposed to himself like never before. He wasn’t as daft as he presented himself and he had realised his feelings long ago and because of that again, he had buried them deep inside, where even intrusive thoughts could not win.

“I didn’t mean anything bad. I was trying to be cool or whatever. Carlos, you know me.” he sent. Perhaps it was too simple or perhaps it was too much, but Lando needed to do something, to say something and opted for that. If he was to overthink it, he would have never sent it.

The long awaited reply didn’t come, even on FP Friday and he felt an emptiness in his stomach, still his words about Charles echoing in his mind.

“Good job! Let’s do the same on quali, yeah?” Will smiled at him.

“Of course.” Lando agreed and pulled out his headphones.

He was miserable. He was miserable at training, at dinner and even in his hotel room when he was in the confines of his own space.

He stared at the unanswered text, and the one above it and the one right above the other.

That son of a bitch. He hated him. He absolutely despised him.

“That’s a pole position!” Will said in his ears. “*Good job! Need lineup?”

“Hey-yo! Yes!” Lando pressed the radio button, slowing down. “Yes! Gimme!”

“P2 Sainz, P3 Leclerc, P4 Verstappen, P5 Hamilton.” Will announced him.

“Well shit.” Lando mumbled after making sure he had his thumb off the radio button.

Charles approached him and told him something about turn seven while Lando was absolutely stuck on Carlos. The driver mode was off and he was back to a new kind of pinning; after so long he had reached this part. Distant unrequited pinning without even realising.

“Good job.” Carlos patted his shoulder when he approached him to get photographed.

“Oh, he speaks.” Lando said through his teeth, smiling to the cameras.

Charles must have heard him because he turned his head to look at him, but did not remark.

And just like this, the Spaniard walked away.

Lando felt his heart dropping and tried really hard to school his expression to a neutral one when he returned to the garage and was congratulated by everyone.

“Carlos, this is getting ridiculous.”

“My tyres are gone, man.” he said to the radio line.

“Push as long as you can. Two laps to go.” Will said to him and really Lando knew the answer. They hadn’t expected that kind of degradation and there was no room for a pit stop, he wasn’t far enough from the Ferrari behind him. He was rather sure that on the next DRS zone, he was going to get overtaken. There was no point making his tyres pop.

It was Carlos’s Ferrari that made a move on turn four of all the turns and Lando tried to defend but it was useless.

“Lando, don’t fight with him, we need to finish.”

“Wasn’t gonna.” Lando replied Will a bit annoyed. He looked on his mirror and saw Lewis behind.

“One corner, Lando.” he heard and inhaled deeply. “That’s it! Well done! P2!”

“Thanks guys, I’m sorry about the tyres, I’m not sure what went wrong.” he addressed the whole garage and factory and let go of the button.

He watched as Carlos stood on his Ferrari and raised his arms up. His eyes caught his father and walked quickly to him, keeping his visor down. His eyes were destroyed by the sweet and the tears that had started forming the moment he had got out his car. Every emotion he carried burst out of him completely. Out of the blue.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find Carlos waiting for him.

“Sorry.” he said to him the moment he embraced him.

“My fault.” Lando replied him.

Carlos pulled back and reached for his visor, raising it up to find his eyes. Oh, the Twitter people were going to have a field trip.

“Lando?” a question in his voice.

Thankfully, the director had to take Carlos away for his interview with DC and Lando managed to weight himself, calm down and take his balaclava off in order to wet his whole face with water. Good enough.

“What happened?” Lewis asked him in the cool down room.

“My tyres were destroyed. There was a massive increase on the asphalt heat.” he replied him.

Carlos walked into the room two and went straight for his water. He looked at the screen and his gaze stayed there for the whole minute they remained in the room.

The cameras cut and Carlos turned to him.

“Okay?” he asked him.

“Yeah.” Lando shrugged and followed Lewis.

He was drenched in champagne by the both men on the podium and smiled for the picture.

“Oi! Look here!” Rupert met them in the hallway, pointing his phone at them.

He opened his instagram and found no post; not like the last time. There was no use of the word “carlando”. There was nothing.

“Carlos…”

He threw his phone to his side and placed his arms over his eyes, trying really hard to not release what he actually felt.

“Jon, can you do me a huge favour?” he asked the drowsy man on the other side of the line.

He walked and decided he, under no circumstance, would ever say to anyone that he walked alone at that time of the night around São Paolo until he reached Carlos’s hotel.

“Carlos, it’s me.” he said as lowly as possible when he heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

The door opened and Carlos appeared, semi-naked and very sleepy.

“Lando- what the-”

“I’m sorry.” Lando stopped him, shutting the door behind him. “I hadn’t realised-I didn’t mean all that, it sounded awful.” he said.

Carlos pulled over his head a t-shirt and fixed his hair by fluffing them even more than before.

“I was being sarcastic and a bit annoyed with the hosts. I don’t remember anything.”

“Lando, okay,” Carlos rubbed his face with his palm and took a step forward. “It’s okay if you feel that way-”

“But I don’t! I think you are a very intelligent and strong driver and of course you can win the Championship and of course you are my friend and of course you are above Charles. I was just-just teasing-I don’t know!” he said all in one breath, feeling his eyes stinging. He wouldn’t cry. No.

“It’s not about-you-I cannot do this.”

“No, you will.” Lando took a step forward too. “You have been awful and you never told me why. I had to find out from your dad?”

Carlos exhaled lengthily. He was tired, he looked it certainly.

“You are welcomed to have those opinions. I just always think that friends should support each other and it’s all I have done since the first time I saw you. I met you.” Carlos tried to translate his thoughts into English, poor man. “I know it’s just press but sometimes words hurt especially from your friend. But well, you said there are no friends around.”

Lando blinked at him. His hand hovered above his neck by its own accord and he felt his breathing quickening.

“You are my friend. It was stupid and I didn’t think about it too much.”

“All I am saying is that support and respect are everything for me. I think that I have been both since we have met. But still, your opinion is your opinion Lando. Now I know that you feel-”

“No,” Lando said moving towards him and grabbing his face between his palms. He needed for Carlos to look at him right in the eye. To make sure he was looking. “I think you are incredible, Carlos. I-I think you are everything.” he whispered, his eyes falling on the Spaniard’s plump lips.

Carlos slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn’t push him away, he didn’t falter.

“Lando…”

“I’m sorry. I was trying to be cool or whatever. My mind is a mess sometimes.” he said.

Carlos slightly nodded, afraid of disturbing Lando’s hold.

“Cabron,” the slightly taller man whispered. “I’m sorry. You can explain everything, I can too.”

A goddamn tear escaped him and he went to wipe it but Carlos beat him to it and caught it with his thumb.

“Don’t. Lando,” he breathed. “Kiss me.” he uttered.

“What?” Lando stuttered.

“Will you? I want to show you that I believe you and that I’m sorry too.” he explained.

And again, Lando wasn’t as daft as he portrayed himself. He would be pretty dense if he didn’t just do it. So he did.

Carlos tried to show him and he succeeded, making him a moaning mess. Who would have thought? Well, Lando had thought.

“Carlos…” he whispered when they finally paused.

“Cariño.” Carlos run his fingers through Lando’s curls. “That was bound to happen from the very start, no?” he smiled lopsidedly.

Lando mirrored him but his grin became wider, wilder.

“Yeah, yes it was.” he giggled.

“Let me post the Carlando picture now, eh?” he playfully said, leaning in again.

[phebess]

Girl on Fire (part 1/2 - E)

“Can I see them?”

“I- no.” Lando covers his chest, suddenly self conscious.

“Why not?”

“Carlos, you can’t just ask someone to show you their tits.”

//

or: Lando wakes up in a woman's body. Carlos helps.

[carlando-winter-break-exchange]

The day we've all been waiting for is here! 🎉

A big shoutout to all the incredible writers who contributed to the second annual Carlando Winter Break Exchange!

Massive thanks to every single one of you who took part. Your dedication and enthusiasm are truly appreciated; your unwavering support for one another and your generosity in sharing your creativity with us are invaluable. The Carlando fandom is incredibly lucky to have such a talented group of people 🧡

Tomorrow, after the authors have been revealed, each and every fic will get the spotlight shone on them with separate posts, but until then, here they all are!

Remember to leave a kudos and comment to let everyone know how much you appreciate their hard work ❤️

You mean... Like forever?

No Heart For Me Like Yours

when i'm sixty-four

Somethin' Stupid

don't look back (in anger)

Unconstrained

and all at once you are the one

Office Affection

Worship in the bedroom

(Our Love is) Blue as the Night's Sky, Red as Blood

Another One of Those Ruthless Nights

[carl3tes]

i present to you, whatever the hell this is.

doc was titled: 16 pissed me off so i wrote this for the giggles. so...yeah

word count: 337

warnings: google translate spanish, implied nsfw

“We are busy. Leave.”

Charles had never heard Carlos use such a tone, and for it to be to him? He felt his heart being torn into pieces.

All he had wanted was to spend some time with him, and yet, this is what he finds?

Lando was stretched out on Carlos’ couch in his driver’s room, sweaty, a pretty pink blush covering all of his visible body, with obvious marks on his neck. 

Carlos had his hands down his pants, obviously palming his ass with delicate touches. 

Why couldn’t it have been Charles?

“But Carlos-”

“I said. LEAVE.” The volume of the last word was terrifying. It made Charles flinch. 

“Carlos…”

The creaky voice of Lando echoed inside his head, to make it worse, he saw the aggressiveness on Carlos’ face immediately fade away into something soft, and painfully, obviously in love.

“Bebé. ¿Estás bien? I’ll get him to leave, don’t worry.”

Another shot to the heart. 

Carlos didn’t like him at all, that much was made obvious by this exchange. 

Charles had intruded on Lando’s privacy by finding them in this position. 

The one thing that Carlos hated more than anything, was people making Lando uncomfortable. 

Plus, Lando had obviously picked up on Charles’ feelings before Carlos did if the way he was looking at him was anything to go by. 

He looked weary, uncertain, and had a hint of disdain in his eyes. 

Carlos would never leave Lando, it seemed painfully obvious to Charles now.

Carlos lived, breathed, ate, slept, and bled for the comfort of Lando Norris. 

But most importantly, they were both deeply in love and insanely devoted to each other. 

How could Charles ever begin to have a connection with Carlos, or anyone for that matter, like Lando does?

Charles got the message.

With tears in his eyes, he turned his back on the couple and quickly fled. 

He couldn’t be in a room with either of them for any longer. 

“Está bien, cariño, ya se ha ido. Ahora... ¿dónde estábamos?” 

[norriscurls]

I've been making some collages of what I'm writing or the ideas I'm having to make a vision board and see if I really like the idea and it fits.

Do you want me to upload them even if I'm not going to start them soon so you can see what I'm coming up with?

[landhoe-norris]

sí señor (4/?)

Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 5,463 words

Relationship(s): Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr, Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc (background)

Character(s): Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr, Everyone else is background

Additional Tag(s): there's not much to tag at the moment, Will turn smutty, but right now it's just lando, having a bit of a shit time in madrid cause he didn't realise where it's situated on a map, and he doesn't speak spanish

Summary: When Lando was faced with the decision to either work at a law firm arranged by his father or embark on a new adventure in an unfamiliar country, he couldn’t help but dream of the possibilities that awaited him. The idea of lounging on the beach, swimming in the ocean, and partying at the trendiest downtown clubs with attractive people in Madrid was enticing. His friend Max had presented him with the idea of a spare room in his Chueca flat for the summer, giving Lando the opportunity to escape spending his days in a dreary basement sifting through old divorce case files. With only five days to make a decision, Lando weighed his options and ultimately chose to take the leap of faith and accept Max’s offer. He believed this decision was well-thought-out and would lead him on an exciting and fulfilling journey.

That didn’t quite work out.

or: Lando goes to Madrid for the summer and ends up working as a pool boy for Real Madrid player Carlos Sainz Jr

[carlanno]

under the cut is a wip for my carlando nsfw one shot that i'm writing, yes i posted it before but i had a blog cleanse so!! uploading it again!

Carlos was not jealous.

It wasn’t like every time he saw Lando and Oscar together a mist of red descended over his gaze, not at all. 

Lando was his, that was a fact he, and he hoped the entire grid, knew for definite. Nobody would ever think to challenge his claim over Lando, right? 

Well, it looked to him like Oscar was trying to. 

Didn’t he have a girlfriend anyway? What was he doing to his Lando? Looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky. Carlos knew that Lando did in fact hang the stars in the sky, don’t get him wrong but having others look at him the way he did? It was uncomfortable, made him so unbearably angry and jealous that he just wanted to punch the kid in the face.

He was grinding his teeth at this point, his grip on his phone was making his knuckles turn white. 

“But I don’t like the colour red?” 

Huh? What was Lando saying? 

“No? Not your colour?”

“I like red.” 

Oh. Was his Lando blushing? Then why did he just say he didn’t like the colour red, his cariño surely was confusing at times. 

“But you just said you didn’t?”

“No, I thought that was the lyric you muppet!”

Excuse me? 

Did his Lando just call Oscar muppet? That was what Carlos called Lando. 

That was their thing. 

He had to do something about this. 

“CARLOSSS! Baby, where are you?” 

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive. 

Lando had gone out for a jog this morning before they had to be at the track, so he was sweaty and all red faced, looking delectable. At this moment, a devious plan sprung to his mind. They did bring the red jewelled plug, it was in Carlos’ suitcase. Lando, of course being the cute clueless little boy that he is, had no idea. 

“I’m here, cariño.” Carlos said, sat on the couch by the window, staring at his lovely Lando, his Landito, his husband. 

Yes.

Lando was his, his husband, the love of his life. 

Mi vida, mi todo, mi corazón.

It was about time Carlos reminded everyone else of that fact. 

Seeing a smile appear on Lando’s face, Carlos patted his lap. 

“Bebè, come here, sit on papi’s lap.” He huskily whispered as Lando made his way over to him, a deep blush on his face, dropping himself softly into his husband’s lap and embrace. 

Trust him, Carlos was not pleased with what Lando called Oscar, but what’s so wrong with pampering him first and punishing him with pleasure? 

Carlos tended to do that, never punishing Lando with harsh words, harsh touches, no, no. He would never. 

Lando deserved to be punished via compliments and being overstimulated. 

He loved the little faces Lando made when he was shy, when he was so fucked to the point he could only say Carlos’ name, papi, and moan. 

Fuck.

He loved it when his Landito moaned, he was so soft, so high pitched. Grabbing the bed sheets, twisting them in his grip before Carlos always slid his hands into Lando's, holding him down not only showing him he was there, but also allowing him to thrust with more force, more power. Taking his Lando and breaking him into a puddle, letting him feel just how much Carlos loved him.