#carlos oneshot

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Descendants Carlos de Vil x Reader: Dating Headcanons

Request: Hiii could you do a dating headcanons of Carlos De Vil? With female reader please.

Reader: Female

Word count: 907

Average reading time: 3 min 20 sec

Category: Fluff 

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

Sweet Good Mornings: Carlos is always the first to text you in the morning. His messages are filled with sweet words like, "Good morning, love! I hope you have the best day today. I love you so much!" If you wake up together, he'll gently brush his lips against your forehead and whisper, "Morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

Thoughtful Surprises: Carlos loves surprising you with little gifts and gestures. He'll hand you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, grinning as he says, "I saw these and thought of you." Sometimes, you'll find a handwritten note tucked into your bag with a simple, "Can't wait to see you later, my love." And when he plans a spontaneous date night, he’ll look into your eyes and say, "Go get ready love, I’m taking you out tonight."

Adventures with Dude: Carlos absolutely adores his dog, Dude, and loves including you in their adventures. As the three of you walk through the park, Carlos will toss a ball for Dude, then turn to you with a smile, "I think Dude loves you almost as much as I do." During cozy movie nights, Dude snuggled between you both, Carlos will chuckle, "Looks like moments with just us two will be a rare occasion."

Having His Hand On You: Carlos always needs to have his hand on you, whether it’s holding yours as you walk through Auradon Prep or resting it on your waist while exploring the Isle of the Lost. He’ll occasionally give you a gentle squeeze, whispering, "I need to know that you’re okay, I can’t have anything happen to you."

Supportive Partner: Carlos is your biggest cheerleader. When you're facing a tough challenge, he’ll sit beside you and say, "You’ve got this. I believe in you love." During stressful times, he’ll pull you into a hug, adding, "I’m here for you, no matter what."

Tech Savvy Gestures: Carlos loves using his tech skills to impress you. He’s built you a custom app that sends sweet notifications throughout the day. One might pop up saying, "Hey, remember that time we stayed up all night talking? Best night ever. I love you." He’ll grin as you read it, knowing it made your day.

Movie Nights: Movie nights with Carlos are always special. He sets up blankets and your favorite snacks, making sure everything is perfect. As you cuddle up together, he’ll whisper during the romantic scenes, "You want to try this too?" and you can feel the love in his voice.

Romantic Picnics: Carlos often plans romantic picnics under the stars. As you both lie down, gazing at the sky, he’ll turn to you and softly say, "I’m so grateful for you. Ever since I left the Isle you are the one thing I never want to lose." The sincerity in his voice makes every word feel like a treasure.

Dance Partner: Carlos is an amazing dancer, and he loves pulling you into spontaneous dance sessions. He’ll grab your hand in the middle of the room, twirl you around, and laugh, "Come on, dance with me. Let’s make the most of this moment." Even if it’s raining, he’ll spin you around and say, "Nothing can stop me from dancing with the love of my life."

Whipped and Proud: Carlos is completely whipped for you, and he’s not shy about showing it. He’ll proudly tell his friends, "I’m the luckiest guy in the world." and doesn’t hold back when it comes to public displays of affection. He’ll shower you with kisses, hug you tightly, and always say, "You’re everything to me."

Protective Nature: Despite his sweet demeanor, Carlos is fiercely protective of you. When someone crosses a line, he’ll step in without hesitation, saying, "Hey, back off. She’s with me." His protective nature makes you feel secure and cherished, knowing he’ll always be there for you.

Heartfelt Confessions: Carlos often expresses his feelings through heartfelt confessions. He’ll take your hands, look deeply into your eyes, and say, "You’ve changed my life in ways I never imagined. I can’t picture a future without you in it." The depth of his love is clear in every word.

Customized Gifts: Carlos loves creating customized gifts for you. When he hands you a personalized piece of jewelry, a dress or a tech gadget he designed, he’ll smile and say, "I made this just for you. I hope you like it." Sometimes, he’ll sheepishly admit, "I may have asked Evie for some help with the jewelry and dress, but it’s all made with you in mind."

Celebrating Milestones: Carlos never misses an opportunity to celebrate your milestones together. On your anniversaries or even the celebration of the day you first met, he’ll surprise you with something special. He’ll wrap you in a hug and say, "Here’s to us and all the amazing moments we’ve shared. I love you."

Unwavering Loyalty: Carlos’s loyalty to you is unwavering. He’s always there, putting you first and showing you how much he cares. He’ll reassure you, "I’m committed to you, and nothing will ever change that." His loyalty and dedication make your bond stronger every day.

Favorite Kisses: Carlos has a special way of showing affection, he loves kissing you behind your ear. Whenever he leans in to place a soft kiss there, he’ll whisper, "I love you." making you feel cherished and adored. Whether you’re happy, sad, or just relaxing, those kisses are his favorite way of saying he cares.

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[jo-com]

✧˖°🌷📎⋆˚｡⋆୨ ➛ Paddock Princess

Ollie Bearman x Fem!Alonso

Summary: Being Fernando’s daughter was tough enough— but having the other drivers be protective of you was tougher.

Genre: SMAU

Fc: Various face claims: found the pics on Pinterest!

Note: May include grammatical errors and this is not proofread!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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➛ F1 headlines

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F1 headlines Y/n Alonso and Ollie Bearman were spotted going out together— was also seen kissing??

Tagged: @Little_Alonso and @Olliebearman

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User1 UHM WHAT

User2 the ship we never knew we wanted!

Maxverstappen1 Hmm😐

User3 maybe it was a friendly kiss?😭😭

User4 THE GASLIGHTING I CAN’T😭

Charles_leclerc oh..

Landonorris we need an explanation.

User5 oh you’re fucked @Olliebearman

Danielricciardo yes he is😊

Carlossainz55 Damn right he is

User6 HELP??😭

Georgerussell63 i am telling your dad @Little_Alonso

Maxverstappen1 alr chatting him

User7 can’t tell if their serious or not😭

Charles_leclerc we’re deadly serious.

User8 Not y/n and ollie being unbothered

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Little_Alonso Daddy approves! Don’t know abt the others though…

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Olliebearman can’t wait to come back again!

Little_Alonso can’t wait too💕

Charles_Leclerc hmm sure😊

Maxverstappen1 i too can’t wait!!

Maxverstappen1 to run you over☺️

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User9 should we be concerned??

User10 definitely😭

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➛ Messages

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Olliebearman just posted a story!

[ Caption: She’s so pretty😍]

Replies:

Little_Alonso: I LOVE U SO MUCH MI bebé💞💋💋

Charles_leclerc see u in the track☺️

Carlossainz55 looking forward to drive with u🙂😉

Maxverstappen1 Hope u know self defense!

Landonorris i am watching you😁

Georgerussell63 I wish u a goodluck, ur going to need it

Danielricciardo run while u still can kiddo, trust me

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Hehe had fun making this!

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secret's out | lewis hamilton smau

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader summary: lewis accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in an instagram story, sparking fan frenzy. request: yes/ thank you so muchhhh! author’s note:hey anon, i really loved and enjoyed writing your idea! thanks for you request and hope you like it and and sorry it took me too long❤

lewishamilton

lewis' imessage

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yourusername: i guess our secret has been reveled bt none other than my husband...

comments...

georgerussell63: you guys definitely made that podium moment legendary. Wishing you both all the best! 💪🏼❤️

danielriccirado: You guys, first you hid your relationship and then your wedding and you didn't even invite us…. I'm hurt

user1: the fact that george is his teammate and he didn't even know that lewis was married 😭😭

user2: ok, we already knew that lewis was very private but this, THIS is another level

charles_leclerc: took you long enough, Lewis! Wishing you guys all the happiness! 🥳

user3: can we just appreciate the casual hard launch AND a kiss on the podium?? absolute power couple energy 💯

user4: he way Lewis looked at you during the podium 😍 He’s been in love the whole time!!

user5: he fact that Lewis called you his wife on his story and we all lost it 🤣🤣 Congrats on your not-so-secret love anymore!

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yourusername: this secret and announcement took us less time this last time

comments:

lewishamilton: Can’t wait to meet our little one. Over the moon with you, love

user6: BABY HAMILTON?! Oh my God, I’m crying. This is the cutest news ever!! 😭🍼

georgerussell63: Congratulations!! Can’t wait to meet the future world champ! 🍼🏆

landonorris: BABY HAMILTON??? Alright, I’m officially shook. Congrats, guys! The paddock just got a whole lot more fun! 😂❤️

user7: Lewis is gonna be a dad??? IM NOT OKAY!!! CONGRATS!! 🥺❤️

danielricciardo: A little racer on the way? YES! Can I be the fun uncle? 😎🍼

user8: A podium celebration baby??? 👀 Looks like we know how y’all celebrated that win! 🤭

user9: he timeline is connecting… podium celebration = baby Hamilton?? You sneaky lovebirds! 😂💛

charles_leclerc: Wow, huge congrats!! The grid’s about to get a little bigger 😄

user10: OMG this baby is about to be more stylish than all of us. Already living their best life before birth! 👶🏽✨

Lewis' podium

The energy in the paddock was electric as Lewis’s car crossed the finish line, securing him a spot on the podium for the first time in what felt like ages. I could barely contain my excitement as I watched from the sidelines, surrounded by a sea of cheering fans. The moment felt surreal, and my heart raced as Lewis climbed out of his car, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

As he approached me, still wearing his helmet, I couldn't help but notice the way the crowd erupted in applause and shouts. The deafening cheers seemed to fade into the background as he got closer. “Honey, I’ve done it!!” he shouted, his voice slightly muffled but filled with uncontainable joy.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel invincible. I laughed, my heart swelling with pride as I reached up to remove his helmet. The instant his face came into view, I felt the warmth of his excitement radiate between us. The crowd’s energy shifted, anticipation crackling in the air as they sensed something special was about to happen.

Lewis leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine, and in that electric moment, he kissed me deeply, right there in front of everyone. The world around us disappeared; all I could feel was the warmth of his lips and the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for us.

From that day forward, we became the couple everyone adored. Fans began sharing videos and photos of the kiss, turning it into an iconic moment.

As the weeks passed, our relationship was the talk of the town. But it wasn't long before the news of our little family surprise came to light.

It was late, the dimmed lights in our living room casting soft shadows on the walls as I paced back and forth. The small plastic stick in my hand felt heavy, like it held the weight of the world. My heart pounded as I stared at the two pink lines that confirmed it—I was pregnant.

I had imagined this moment so many times, rehearsing how I would tell him, but now that it was real, my mind was a blur of emotions. Excitement, fear, happiness—everything at once.

Lewis had just gotten home from the gym, his usual easy smile lighting up his face as he stepped inside. He dropped his gym bag by the door, not yet noticing the turmoil in my eyes.

"Hey, love. Everything alright?" He asked, walking over to kiss me on the forehead, his hands automatically settling on my waist. But as he looked down at me, his brow furrowed in concern. He knew something was up.

I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hands on me, grounding me. "Lewis, I… I need to tell you something."

His eyes softened instantly, the worry easing away. He pulled me closer, concern still flickering in his gaze but now mixed with curiosity.

"You’re scaring me a bit, babe. What’s going on?"

I bit my lip, the words almost stuck in my throat. My heart raced as I reached for his hand, slipping the positive pregnancy test into his palm. He looked down at it, confusion crossing his face for a brief second before realization hit him like a wave.

His eyes widened, flicking from the test to me and back to the test again. "Wait… are you serious?"

I nodded, tears springing to my eyes as a nervous laugh escaped me. "Yes, Lewis. We’re going to have a baby."

For a moment, it was like time stood still. He stared at me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around as a wide, joyful laugh escaped him.

"Are you kidding me?!" He was grinning from ear to ear, his excitement so contagious I couldn’t help but giggle, too. "We’re having a baby?!"

"Yeah… we’re having a baby." I nodded, my heart swelling as I saw how happy he was.

Lewis set me down gently, but his arms stayed wrapped around me, his forehead resting against mine.

"I can’t believe this," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "You’re going to be the most amazing mom, you know that?"

"And you’re going to be the best dad. Our little one’s going to be so lucky." I smiled, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes, his expression soft and full of love.

"This is the best news I could’ve ever imagined. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice catching with emotion.

Lewis placed a hand on my stomach, still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. "Our little secret," he said, his voice hushed, as if speaking too loud would make it any less real.

As the initial shock and excitement settled in, Lewis and I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, talking about everything that lay ahead. The glow in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one bit; if anything, it had grown brighter with every moment.

"I still can’t believe it," he whispered, running his fingers softly over my stomach. "We’re actually having a baby."

I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. "It’s real, Lewis. You’re going to be a dad."

"You know, now that I think about it, when do you reckon we… you know, made this little one?" A playful smirk spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes at his cheeky tone. "Really? That’s what you’re thinking about now?"

"Well," he chuckled, nudging me slightly. "It’s not every day you find out you're going to be a dad. I’m just curious." He paused, tilting his head as if considering the options. "I mean, we’ve been busy lately…"

I snorted, shaking my head. "Busy is an understatement. We travel all the time."

Suddenly, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and I saw the gears turning in his head. "Wait… what about Monaco? You remember? After that podium…"

I froze for a second, my mind flashing back to that night. The celebration had been wild—Lewis had just gotten his first podium in a while, and we were on cloud nine. The champagne, the excitement, the adrenaline… and later that night, when we finally got back to our home…

I fele my cheeks flush. "Oh my God, Lewis."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, clearly putting it all together. "That’s when it happened, didn’t it? The night of the podium celebration! No wonder the timing makes sense."

I covered my face with my hands, laughing as the memory came flooding back. "I can’t believe this! You’re right. That’s when it happened."

Lewis burst out laughing, clearly delighted by the connection. "No wonder I felt so invincible that weekend. Turns out, we had a little extra reason to celebrate!"

I playfully swatted his arm, though I couldn’t stop laughing either. "We’ll never live this down, you know. People are going to figure it out, and the teasing is going to be relentless."

He shrugged, still grinning like a fool. "Let them talk. They can tease us all they want. As long as I’ve got you and this little one, I don’t care."

I smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his words. "You’re such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Only for you, love."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other and in the realization of what was to come, I couldn’t help but think about how crazy our journey had been so far. And now, with a baby on the way, it was about to get even crazier. But with Lewis by my side, I knew we could handle anything—even the endless teasing from our friends and fans.

"Just wait until the guys hear about this," he said with a wink, already anticipating the chaos to come.

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. "Oh, I’m sure they’ll never let us forget it."

[landoughnut]

My Girlfriend

♡ masterlist - request

♡ pairing - charles leclerc x fem!reader

♡ summary - at first you were worried about going with charles to the paddock for the first time since you got together, you didn't want to make a bad impression on anyone, what you both least expected was for everyone to like you more than him!

♡ warnings - somewhat possessive charles, lots of fluff

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.07k | ahh im so excited this is my first for this account! please please send any requests you have cause I cant really think of ides ahaha xoxo

"Charles are you sure, they'll like me? I just-"

"Mon amour, they will love you," he kisses your forehead, "I promise". Walking hand in hand with him towards where everyone is, he feels you squeezing his hand.

Charles and you have been dating for a while already, but you'd kept it a secret from almost everyone else due to how harsh people can be. He wanted to protect you from all the nasty comments people may make, but now you are making your first public appearance.

You weren't a well-known figure or model like the other wags, although Charles has told you many times you can most definitely be one if you wanted to. He met you when he went to buy flowers for his mother, Pascale, and claims that it was love at first sight.

Finally, you get to where hundreds of fans crowded behind a gate, they start yelling when they see you two.

Charles wraps his arm around your waist as you two get closer so he can sign some stuff as he's passing by.

"Charles! Charles, who's this?"

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"She's beautiful, Charles!"

People shout many things along those lines making you blush and Charles smile. He kisses your head again as you give them a shy wave, cheeks pink.

Charles finishes a hat he's signing as introduces you to the crowd, "This is my lovely girlfriend," he speaks and is shocked at how loud the crowd was. Clapping, wolf-whistling, and awing. He hadn't heard one nasty comment, not that there was anything to hate on you for, but it's shocking to see the overwhelming amount of positivity.

"Hi, everyone," you speak, smiling at the people.

"Here! Take this!" a little girl yells holding out a bracelet.

Charles steps forward, "Thank y-"

"No no!" the girl takes her hand back, making him furrow his eyebrows, "for you, miss! You are very pretty."

Your eyes widen, "Me?" She nods and you crouch down to her, "Wow! It's gorgeous," you beam. It was a red beaded bracelet with Charles' initials and number on it. "I love it, thank you so much, sweetie!"

Charles' heart races and his stomach flutters watching you with the young girl, and then when you interact with the others, who seem to be giving you heart eyes at this point.

His eyes narrow at some men looking a little too intensely, so he catches up to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. You lean into him as he waves bye to the fans. You blow a kiss, making them get loud once again, and then walk with Charles to where the drivers were hanging around.

"You see, mon cœur, they adored you," he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm.

You let out a happy sigh, "They were a bit louder than I thought, but it was such a relief."

Arriving where the others were, Lando was the first one to spot you two. "Ah! Look who we have here! Charles and the girlfriend who he told but not showed," he grins.

You smile and lean a bit more towards Charles, "Hello," your voice quiet. These were your boyfriends friends, if they didn't like you-

You feel Charles give your waist a light squeeze, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Wow, no wonder Charles didn't bring you here yet," Lando grins and puts his hand on Charles' shoulder, "you've got yourself a stunner. Scared someone's gonna whisk her away, are you?"

You laugh and feel yourself relax, "Oh hush!"

You look behind Lando and see Daniel, Oscar, Max, Carlos, and Lewis coming over.

They all greet you and for the next few minutes all of you are having a great time together, laughing, making jokes, and it's as if you've all been friends forever.

Charles frowns as he watches, none of them even glances at him, too engrossed with you telling some stories from your floral shop. After a few more minutes he decided he had enough and walks over to you.

"Mon amour, why don't we head to my drivers room, I'll show you around," he smiles, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Alright, love. It was nice meeting you all! I'll see you guys soon!" You smile and they reciprocate it as you walk off.

Lewis and Max whistle in sync, "What a woman."

Charles huffs and hits his shoulder, "My woman, you mean."

Carlos chuckles, "Awh, is little Charles jealous?" Lando and Oscar laugh, glancing at each other.

"I'm not jealous," he frowns, crossing his arms. "It's just everyone we've seen today is fawning over her and it's like I'm not even here! Some of these people are ogling her like I, her boyfriend, am not right next to her!"

Danny shakes his head smiling, "Well, mate, she's a real sweetheart, what did you expect?"

"Well- I don't know! But she's waiting for me so... I'll see you guys later," he rolls his eyes as he hears his friends whistling as he walks towards you.

His eyes light up when he spots you chewing your lip, seemingly lost. "There you are!"

You turn towards him, "Thank goodness you're here! I was scared to ask for directions," you laugh.

"Good thing I'm here to be a guide then," he takes your hand gently and brings you into his room.

The moment the door is closed his lips are on yours, one hand cupping your face and neck and the other around your waist.

It took you a moment but you were kissing him back with the same passion. "I've been waiting to do that," he whispers, lips brushing yours.

You smiles, kissing him against. The rhythm of your lips together expressing your love without words.

He slowly walks back until he hits the bed, then sits down and grins as you straddle his lap.

"You're my girlfriend," he whispers, tracing your face, "my love, my angel."

You study his face as he admires yours, "I love you," you whisper, kissing him gently.

"I love you more, I don't know how I got so lucky."

You smile and hold his face in your hands, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, and finally pecking his mouth, which was swollen from before. "I'm the lucky one, you are everything, darling," you smile.

He twirls a piece of your hair, "Alright, now how about I show you around the garage before people start wondering where we are?"ch

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you ready ? | carlos sainz

summary; when one time in ibiza, you made a deal with a random spanish man that if if in 5 years you weren't dating someone you would marry him... it's been 5 years !

pairing; carlos sainz x diplomat!reader

warnings; swearing ?? english isn't my first language !

an; also i'm taking requests pleaseeeeee give me scenarios i would gladly make them

fc; chiara king

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yourusername - 2016

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yourusername me after doing handstands in the pool to impress him but see ya in 5 years ig

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carlossainz55 I hope so !

yourbestfriend that is a crazy bet but i'm here for it

yourfriend1 damn you're stunning

yourfriend2 okay period girl that tan ate

yourfriend3 yummy

username mmhm why is carlos liking and commenting ??

▮ username literally ahaha no way the f1 gossip pages still haven't found this

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5 years later

yourusername - 2021

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yourusername single life means gno everyday !!!

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yourbestfriend thank god cause i couldn't stand that ugly rat

▮ yourfriend1 and he had the audacity to cheat !

▮ yourusername gotta get that rebound tonight

yourbestfriend i need you to stop traveling, i can assume you pookie no need to work and leave me every monday

▮ yourusername ily babe but i'm not gonna fuck up 10 years of studies for you <3

▮ yourbestfriend well i tried, ...

▮ yourbestfriend GIRL HOLD ON HOLD TF UP CHECK YOUR MESSAGES

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yourusername i love my job

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carlossainz55 so... it's been 5 years ! you still up ?

▮ yourusername omg carlos hi

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▮ maxverstappen1 ☕️

▮ username WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF

yourfriend2 when i'll buy france you'll be my prime minister and minister of international relationships

▮ yourusername how much will you pay me ?

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▮ yourusername no youre gonna distract me and yk i can't say no to you

▮ yourbestfriend i promise we'll go out only the last day !

▮ yourusername ok we might have a deal

yourfriend1 stunning

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yourfriendwhichisamale loveeee never knew what i was missing

▮ yourusername bro if you don't shut up you're gonna make me fumble

▮ landonorris ouh 👀

▮ carlossainz55 cabron leave

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carlossainz55 - 2024

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carlossainz55 fell in love with her way before that deal trust me ! can't believe i actually get to call you MY wife after 3 years of relationship and the best years of my life, i love you y/n more than you could ever imagine ❤️

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yourbestfriend WELP I LOVE YOU GUYS

yourusername i love you too carlos and i think you've got an idea of how much i love you

maxverstappen1 congrats guys, i'm so proud of you guys and also for being part of that deal 😆❤️

▮ carlossainz55 shush that's a secret

▮ yourusername YOU WERE INVOLVED ?

landonorris my parents awww ily

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username i'm such a proud mom omg i love them so much

rúbendias congrats mate (like by author)

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oscarpiastri can you please adopt me now ?

▮ charles_leclerc WHAT ??? NO WTF

▮ yourusername ofc my cutie osc anything for you my love

▮ carlossainz55 oh

▮ landonorris they're already my parents move and i'm y/n's favorite

▮ oscarpiastri i'm gonna hold your hand when i'll say this

▮ yourusername yeah sorry norris

yourusername - lake como

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yourusername made the deal for the plot but actually found my soulmate on the way, i love you carlos ! you're the love of my life ❤️

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yourbestfriend the way this story ended is my roman empire

username she's beautiful

username i knew this wedding wouldn't disappoint after seeing y/n's aesthetic

▮ username she's literally a diplomat and he's literally an f1 driver i was excepting something as big as they served us !

▮ username fr love them for this !!!!! this is so iconic imagine having your wedding in lake como

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▮ yourusername ily lily

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First time| Oneshots

Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Arthur Leclerc, Paul Aron, Franco Colapinto, Max Verstappen, Carlos Sainz

Charles Leclerc|

A first time born from tension and emotional jealousy. When Charles loves, it’s never halfway — it’s everything.

“Nothing goes as planned, everything will break. People say goodbye in their own special way.”

“You’re in my veins and I cannot get you out.”

The soft hum of the city beyond the balcony faded into the background, the golden lights of Monaco casting a warm glow across Charles’ apartment. It was late, the kind of hour where time slowed down and everything felt quieter, softer—more honest.

Y/N stood in one of Charles’ shirts, sleeves too long and hem brushing her thighs. Her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric as she stared out at the skyline. She could hear him moving behind her—closing the kitchen cabinet, placing two mugs on the coffee table. His steps were always light, respectful. Like he never wanted to startle her. Like he always thought about how she felt first.

“You okay?” his voice was gentle behind her, low and close.

She nodded but didn’t turn around. “Just… thinking.”

He came up behind her, his hands finding her waist, grounding her. “About?”

She leaned back into him, letting her eyes flutter closed at the feel of his arms around her. “Us.”

Charles didn’t ask more. He waited.

“I’ve never felt this safe with anyone,” she said, voice quiet. “It’s… terrifying.”

He rested his chin on her shoulder. “Why terrifying?”

“Because it feels like if I let go, you’d ruin me in the most beautiful way.”

Charles was silent for a beat. Then, his lips brushed her temple. “Je ne veux que te soigner. I only want to care for you, mon amour.”

Later, the apartment was dim—the only light coming from the faint flicker of the fireplace and the soft glimmer of the stars through the window. They lay on the bed, sheets rumpled, the world outside forgotten.

Charles touched her like she was something rare, something precious—slowly, reverently. He didn’t rush. Not once.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, brushing a piece of hair from her face as he hovered over her, breath warm and sweet.

“I’ve never been more sure,” she said, meeting his eyes. Her voice didn’t shake.

He kissed her like she was air and he’d gone too long without breathing. His hands explored gently, never grabbing, never taking. Just learning her. Worshipping her.

The way he looked at her—like she was the only thing that existed—made her chest ache in the best way.

“You're beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, between kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. “Inside. Outside. All of it. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this to feel good for you.”

And it did. Every second with him felt sacred.

He was slow at first, watching her closely, checking in with every motion. She tangled her fingers in his hair and nodded, wordlessly telling him to keep going, that she trusted him with everything she had.

When their bodies finally became one, it wasn’t just about physical pleasure—it was about the emotion spilling from every breath, every movement.

He whispered her name like a prayer. Held her like he never wanted to let go. Their foreheads pressed together as their breaths tangled in the small space between them.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

His eyes fluttered open—glassy, vulnerable. “I love you too. So much it scares me.”

After, he didn’t pull away. He stayed close, arms wrapped around her, hand gently tracing the length of her back. They lay there tangled together, warm and safe beneath the sheets.

“You okay?” he asked, softly, brushing her hair back to see her face.

She smiled sleepily. “More than okay.”

He kissed her again—slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world.

“Bonne nuit, mon cœur,” he whispered. “Thank you for trusting me.”

And she knew, without a doubt, that there was nowhere safer than in his arms.

Lewis Hamilton|

Mature. Intentional. Worshipful. Lewis doesn’t just take — he gives, and makes you feel like you’re the only one.

“You make it look like it's magic... I love when you're on your knees.”

“You deserve it... the way you work it.”

The first time wasn’t planned.

No grand gesture. No Paris getaway. No dramatic thunderstorm or candlelight cliché.

It happened on a quiet Sunday evening. His apartment was dim and peaceful, the kind of soft that only came after a long week and a shared silence you didn’t need to fill. Rain tapped against the windows, and the vinyl player murmured something low and soulful — Otis Redding, maybe. You were curled up on the couch in one of his hoodies, legs pulled into your chest, head on a pillow that smelled like cedarwood and him.

Lewis was sitting on the floor, back against the couch, your hand lazily resting in his hair as he scrolled through an old notebook. It was worn, edges frayed. You could see scribbles of song lyrics, quiet thoughts, maybe prayers — you didn’t ask. He didn’t mind you seeing. That in itself was intimacy.

“Do you believe in timing?” he asked suddenly, closing the notebook and turning so his chin rested on your thigh.

Your fingers slowed in his curls. “I think I used to believe in bad timing. Now I think… the right people make time irrelevant.”

Lewis smiled faintly, his eyes staying on yours a little longer. “That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to put into words.”

A beat passed.

Then he said, softer, “I want you tonight. Not just physically. I want all of you. But only if it’s what you want too.”

You sat up a little, pulse fluttering for reasons deeper than nerves. His honesty — the way he always asked, never assumed — grounded you.

“I’ve never felt safer with anyone than I do with you,” you said. “I want this. But only if it feels like us.”

He leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to change your mind. And when your lips met, it wasn’t fireworks. It was warmth. Steady, aching, real.

You moved to the bedroom together like a slow unraveling. His hand rested on the small of your back as he led you in, and then he paused, brushing his fingers over your jaw.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he whispered. “You owe me nothing, alright?”

You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. “Same goes for you.”

Lewis kissed you again — slower this time, deeper, more searching. It was as if he needed to memorize every breath, every shift of your body. His hands moved over you like he was trying to learn your language by touch. Reverent. Focused. Gentle.

When he undressed you, it wasn’t just undressing — it was unveiling. He looked at you like you were art. Like being known was something sacred.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, brushing a kiss just beneath your breast. “Not because of how you look, but because I get to see you like this.”

He took his time. Made sure you were the center of everything. Every kiss, every stroke of his fingers, every press of his body was for you. No rushing. No demands. Just presence.

There was no need for dirty talk — not tonight. Instead, he whispered things like:

“You don’t have to hide any part of yourself with me.”

“Let go. I’ve got you.”

“You're doing so well, baby.”

And the way he looked at you while you came undone beneath him? Like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed.

After, Lewis didn’t move away. He stayed tangled with you under the sheets, one arm snug around your waist, his lips brushing your shoulder every now and then.

You were still catching your breath when he spoke.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this. Like something bigger than us was in the room.”

You turned to face him, eyes soft. “Because it’s not just sex. It’s trust.”

Lewis smiled — slow, tired, completely in love.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “And I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust you.”

He pulled you close again, wrapping your leg over his. “Sleep here. Don’t go. Not just tonight — I mean… all the nights. Stay with me.”

And with your heart pressed to his, your body wrapped in the safest arms you’d ever known, you knew: this wasn’t just a first time.

It was the beginning of everything.

Arthur Leclerc|

A first time after a fight, when passion collides with care. Arthur doesn’t just want you — he needs you.

“Nobody loves you, baby, the way I do.”

“I think I’m gonna lose my mind, something deep inside me I can’t give up.”

The apartment was quiet, bathed in the pale orange glow of a late afternoon sun slipping past the curtains. Arthur’s hoodie hung off your frame as you leaned against the kitchen counter, barefoot, holding a half-finished cup of tea. He sat on the couch across from you, legs splayed out, hair a little messy, watching you like you were his favorite song playing softly in the background.

You’d spent the day doing nothing — watching half a movie, sharing popcorn, falling asleep on his chest — but something hung in the air now. Something unspoken. Something that felt like a question.

He tilted his head, eyes following the shape of your mouth as you smiled at something you didn’t say out loud.

“You’re doing it again,” you said, voice playful.

“Doing what?” he smirked, like he already knew.

“Looking at me like that.”

Arthur got up slowly, padding across the living room until he stood in front of you. His fingers brushed your hips gently. He always touched you like he was making sure you were real.

“Can I be honest?” he asked, voice soft, almost too soft.

You nodded. He exhaled a little.

“I’ve been thinking about it. Us. Like… taking that step.”

You blinked, heart skipping. Not because you didn’t want it — you did. But hearing it from him, spoken with such sincerity, made your stomach flutter.

He continued, rubbing a thumb gently across your side. “I don’t want it to be just a moment. I want it to be ours. Like, something we’ll remember when we’re old and grey and annoying.”

You laughed, but it cracked a little.

“You’re not nervous?” you asked.

“Oh, I’m terrified,” he admitted. “But it’s not because I don’t want it. I just— I want to do this right. For you. With you.”

You kissed him first. And it wasn’t perfect — your teeth bumped, your noses awkwardly collided — but you both laughed into it, and that somehow made it better. It was you and Arthur. Real and a little messy and completely full of love.

When he laid you down on the bed, it wasn’t rushed. His hands were shaky. His breath uneven. He kissed your shoulders. Your stomach. The inside of your wrist.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you whispered, as if reading his mind. “I just want you.”

His eyes met yours — wide, brown, and glassy — and he kissed you again, deeper this time, less hesitant. He took his time undressing you, making sure to look at you after every step, asking without asking: Still okay? Still want this?

And when it finally happened — when he pressed into you, forehead against yours, your hands clutching the fabric of his shirt — it was slow. Careful. Bare.

Neither of you spoke much, except for the soft, breathless murmurs:

“You feel so good, baby…”

“Am I hurting you?”

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You both trembled a little when it ended. He didn’t pull away — just curled into your side, legs tangled, nose nuzzling your neck.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered. “Like… I don’t think I’ll ever forget how this felt.”

You smiled into his hair. “Me either.”

And when he looked up at you, cheeks flushed and eyes warm, you knew it wasn’t just the first time. It was the start of something—safe, deep, and entirely yours.

Lando Norris|

Playful on the outside. Intense underneath. Lando wants to make it special — even if he pretends he doesn’t care.

“You don't have to say nothing, ’cause your eyes do the talking.”

“I can't imagine what I'd do without you.”

You’d been dating for months — the kind of relationship that started with teasing and laughter and slowly bloomed into something neither of you saw coming.

Lando had kissed you with Red Bull on his lips. Held your hand under the table at team dinners. Called you “trouble” every time you wore his hoodie and looked better in it than he did. But you knew — underneath the jokes, the flirting, the cocky one-liners — was a boy who didn’t give his heart away easily.

And yet… somehow, he gave it to you.

It happened after a long day. You were both curled up on his sofa in Monaco, the storm outside soft and rhythmic against the windows. A movie played in the background, but neither of you was watching it. Lando’s hand was under your shirt — not in a way that demanded anything, just resting on your waist, fingertips tracing your skin absentmindedly.

You shifted, resting your head against his chest. His heart was beating fast. You felt it. Heard it.

“What’s going on in that curly-haired head of yours?” you teased gently.

Lando hesitated. You could feel his body tense, just slightly. That wasn’t like him. Usually, he'd hit you with a sarcastic quip. Instead, he spoke quietly, into your hair.

“I’ve never done this the right way,” he said.

You lifted your head. “Done what?”

“This,” he gestured softly between you. “Us. Loving someone and meaning it.”

Your chest tightened.

“I don’t want to rush you,” he continued. “But I want you. All of you. Just when you’re ready.”

You cupped his face. “What if I already am?”

His eyes darkened for a second — not with lust, but with something softer. Emotion. Like he didn’t quite believe you could feel the same depth that he did.

“Then I’ll be careful with you,” he whispered.

In the bedroom, the air shifted. The jokes stopped. His hands trembled slightly as they slid under your shirt. He kissed you like it was his first time too — even though it wasn’t. Because it was you. That made it different.

Lando’s usual cockiness faded the moment you were beneath him. “Tell me if you don’t want to,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses down your chest. “I’ll stop. Seriously. No jokes. Just say the word.”

You reached up and pulled him down to kiss you. “Lando,” you said against his lips, “I want you.”

That was all it took.

He took his time. Every motion was slow, deliberate. He traced his fingers over your stomach, your thighs, your cheeks — as if trying to memorize you, not just touch you.

“Still okay?” he asked, forehead pressed to yours.

You nodded.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered. “So damn good to me.”

When he finally eased into you, he cursed under his breath, but not out of pleasure — out of awe. His hands clenched the sheets beside your head, like he needed to keep himself grounded.

“You feel like home,” he breathed. “That’s insane, right?”

You smiled, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “No. It’s not.”

He moved slow. Gave you everything. Held you like he was afraid you’d vanish. Whispered things in your ear like:

“I never thought I’d have this with someone.”

“You’re mine. Only mine.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And when it was over, he didn’t move away. Just pulled you tighter into his chest, nose pressed to your neck, his curls damp with sweat and emotion.

“Was I okay?” he asked, barely audible.

“You were everything.”

Lando chuckled, voice low. “Good. Because I’m definitely in love with you now.”

“You weren’t before?”

He kissed your cheek. “No, I was. I’m just screwed now.”

Oscar Piastri|

Quiet, but emotionally devastating. Oscar doesn’t need to say it — you feel how much he loves you in every single touch.

“I don't want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.”

“I’m falling for you, I’m falling for you… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You didn’t plan for tonight to be the night.

There was no candlelit dinner. No roses. No dramatic declarations. Just the two of you in his apartment, music playing low from a playlist he made you months ago — songs that didn’t have lyrics, just instrumentals. He said it made space for thoughts. Yours. His.

Oscar sat cross-legged on the couch, barefoot, in a worn hoodie. You were curled up next to him in your favorite blanket. You’d been quiet for a while, but not in a bad way. Just… soft.

“I missed you this week,” he said quietly, eyes focused on your fingers playing with the seam of the blanket.

“I was still talking to you every day,” you replied with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “but not like this.”

His hand reached for yours, tugging it gently from the blanket and resting it in his lap. His thumb traced over your knuckles with care — like he’d been doing it for years.

You studied him. The way he was always so sure in the most unspoken ways. He never said too much, but everything he did say felt real. Like he only ever spoke when it mattered.

“I’ve been thinking,” you said, barely above a whisper.

He looked up, eyebrows raised slightly. “Yeah?”

“About us. About… going further.”

Oscar’s eyes didn’t widen. He didn’t smirk or shift closer. He just stayed still, eyes locked on yours, processing it completely before responding.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “Not because it feels like it’s time. But because you want to. Not just physically. Here—” He reached out, gently pressing two fingers to your chest, right over your heart. “—and here.” He tapped your temple next.

You swallowed thickly. “I’m sure.”

And that’s when he moved.

Not urgently. Not like it was something he was owed. Just slow. Intentional. A hand brushing your cheek. A kiss on your forehead. Then one on your lips — firmer this time. Closer.

He led you to his room like he was inviting you into a piece of his world no one else had ever been inside. The air was still. Soft light filtered in from the hallway. No rush. No noise.

Oscar undressed you carefully — not like he was unwrapping something delicate, but like he was being trusted with something sacred. His hands never rushed. He kissed your shoulder. Your chest. Your jaw. He looked you in the eyes through all of it.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “But I think I loved you before I even knew what you looked like like this.”

Your heart clenched.

When he moved above you, he paused again. His breath was shaky now, eyes flickering to your expression.

“I need you to tell me again,” he said. “Tell me this is okay.”

You reached up, cupping his cheek. “This is more than okay. This is what I want.”

He kissed you as he entered you — slow, deep, and quiet.

The pace never quickened too much. Oscar stayed locked on you, whispering things only meant for you to hear:

“I’ve never done this like this before.”

“I didn’t think it would feel like… this much.”

“You make me feel like I’m home.”

You held his face the entire time — your forehead to his, your fingers in his hair. You didn’t need fast or wild or loud. You needed him. The man who made you feel safe in silence. The boy who remembered what side of the bed you liked. The driver who still got nervous when you kissed his neck.

And when it was over, he didn’t let you go.

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, his arm wrapped around your waist, his face pressed into your hair. You could feel his heartbeat against your spine.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

But after a few minutes, you heard him murmur into the space between you:

“I think that was the moment I realized I can’t imagine doing life without you.”

You smiled, still facing away, eyes drifting closed.

“You don’t have to.”

Franco Colapinto|

Nervous. Hopeful. Honest. Franco’s first time with you is everything he’s never said, finally spoken through touch.

“I left my mind with you… I only feel half full.”

“I was all over her… I don’t think I can live without her.”

You’d spent the entire day teasing each other.

It started with breakfast — where he stole bites from your plate, just to see you glare. Then it was lazy back-and-forth sarcasm while cleaning his place, a playful wrestling match on his couch, and finally… the moment he pinned you to the bed with his hands on either side of your waist, hovering over you with that stupid smirk.

“Say you give up,” Franco grinned, curls falling into his eyes.

“Never.”

He leaned down, his nose brushing yours, breath warm. “You sure?”

Your hands rested on his bare shoulders now — he’d lost his hoodie in the chaos, leaving only his undershirt that had ridden up on his toned stomach.

His voice dipped, lower, softer. “Because if you keep looking at me like that…”

You blinked up at him, heart pounding.

The teasing stopped.

It wasn’t a game anymore.

You both felt it — the air had shifted. Slowed.

His thumb brushed your cheek like he was memorizing something. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t,” you whispered. “You’re the only thing that feels right.”

He kissed you slowly, not like a boy who had been flirting all day, but like someone realizing this wasn’t just a moment — this was it. His hands stayed soft on your skin, exploring without rushing, careful with every inch of you like he wanted to savor every breath.

“You okay?” he asked when your shirt came off, voice quieter now, eyes searching yours.

You nodded, pulling him back to you. “I trust you, Franco.”

He swallowed hard — like that meant more to him than anything else you could’ve said.

You helped him undress. Both of you were clumsy at first — socks half-on, him muttering “Shit, sorry” when his arm hit the nightstand — but it made you laugh, and he laughed too, until you were both smiling into each other’s mouths, flushed, hearts racing, bodies warm.

When he finally moved above you, everything slowed again.

His forehead pressed to yours. His hand slid under your lower back, lifting you just enough. “Tell me if anything’s too much,” he murmured, breathless.

“You’ll know,” you whispered. “Just stay with me.”

He was gentle. So gentle it almost broke you.

He took his time, pressing into you with careful rhythm, watching every reaction, brushing his lips over your skin like he was tracing your soul with his mouth.

His voice was a whisper in your ear:

“You feel so good, baby…”

“Can’t believe I get to love you like this.”

“You’re everything I didn’t know I was waiting for.”

He never looked away. Held your gaze like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world.

And when he came, it wasn’t with a groan or a moan — it was with your name, softly broken across his lips like a prayer.

After, Franco collapsed beside you, panting softly, still holding your hand. He pulled you onto his chest, kissing your hair, his heart thudding beneath your ear.

“You okay?” you asked after a moment of quiet.

“I’m…” He exhaled. “I’m in trouble.”

You lifted your head, blinking. “Why?”

He looked at you, eyes glassy. “Because that didn’t just mean a lot. It meant everything.”

You smiled. Kissed the tip of his nose. “Then we’re both in trouble.”

Franco pulled the blanket over both of you and mumbled against your neck, “Good. I like being in trouble if it’s with you.

Paul Aron|

A quiet unraveling. Paul’s usually all control — until you, until now, until he learns that vulnerability is strength too.

“Your love is a symphony, all around me, running through me.”

“I give it all to you.”

It was almost 1 a.m. when you realized neither of you had touched the TV remote in an hour.

You were on Paul’s couch, legs over his lap, head resting against the armrest, and his hand was tracing slow lines over your shin — so soft you could barely feel it. The room was silent except for the hum of city life outside the windows.

You shifted to look at him. He was already watching you.

“What?” you whispered.

Paul tilted his head, eyes thoughtful. “Nothing.”

He said it like it was everything.

You sat up a little, pulling your knees close to your chest. “You’re quiet.”

“I always am.”

“Not like this.”

He exhaled slowly, thumb brushing your ankle. “You make me think in full sentences instead of fragments. That’s rare.”

The way he looked at you then — it wasn’t intense or lustful. It was… anchored. Like you were the only still point in the entire world.

“You’ve been looking at me like you want to say something all night,” you said.

Paul hesitated for a second, then leaned forward. “I want you.”

Three words. Spoken like a vow.

Not rushed. Not expectant. Just real.

You swallowed. “Now?”

“Only if you want me too. Not just tonight. Not just for this. But really.”

There was no heat in his voice — not yet. Just a quiet certainty that made your whole body warm.

“I want you,” you said softly. “All of you.”

He kissed you like he’d been waiting for years. Slow. Steady. His fingers cradled the back of your neck while yours fisted into the fabric of his hoodie. When he pulled back, you were already breathless.

The walk to his bedroom wasn’t clumsy or fast — it was paced like every step mattered.

When he laid you down, Paul took his time.

He undressed you with complete reverence, eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me if I go too fast,” he murmured, sliding your shirt over your head. “Or if you just need a minute.”

“I need you,” you whispered.

“Then I’m yours.”

He moved like a man who wasn’t trying to take, but to give. Every touch asked a silent question. Every kiss was an answer.

You felt his control — the way he held himself back, always making sure you were okay.

When he finally pressed into you, he paused, his forehead resting against yours. “Still good?”

“More than good.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time.

“You feel like everything I’ve ever needed,” he whispered, voice trembling just slightly. “Like I waited for you without knowing.”

You held him tighter, letting your body answer for you.

The rhythm stayed slow. Intimate. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your name slipped from his lips like it was holy. He didn’t say much — just quiet praises in between his breaths:

“You’re perfect.”

“I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Don’t let go.”

You didn’t.

After, Paul didn’t roll away. He pulled you onto his chest, his hand rubbing lazy circles over your back.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m home,” you said.

Paul smiled — that rare, real smile only you ever got to see. He pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered,

“I think I fell in love with you a long time ago. Tonight just made it permanent.”

Carlos Sainz|

Safe. Intentional. The kind of love that doesn’t have to be loud to last forever.

“In all of the stillness, I still feel your touch”

It wasn’t supposed to happen that night.

You weren’t dressed up. There were no candles. No heavy kisses. No bold words. Just a quiet Friday night in Madrid, tangled on Carlos’ couch after a home-cooked dinner and two glasses of wine — the good kind he reserves only for nights when it’s just the two of you.

You were curled into his side, your legs across his lap, your hand under his shirt. Just resting there, flat against his stomach. His skin was warm. Solid.

Carlos had been quieter than usual.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” you asked, tracing your thumb across his skin.

He paused. Then looked at you with that quiet, steady intensity that only he had — like he didn’t rush words because he never said them unless they mattered.

“I’ve never done this slow before,” he said. “Never… waited.”

You blinked. “Waited for what?”

Carlos gently took your hand in his, held it tight. “For someone I didn’t want to lose.”

You didn’t speak for a long time after that.

The TV hummed quietly. Your fingers played with his. And then you leaned in — slow, deliberate — and kissed him.

Not hungrily. Not teasingly.

Just honestly.

And when he kissed you back, it was like something inside him gave in.

Not to lust. To love.

He didn’t rush to the bedroom. He didn’t strip you down like it was instinct. He undressed you like he’d been waiting for the right moment to deserve it.

Carlos made sure you were okay with every step — with his eyes, his hands, his words.

“Do you want this?” he asked, holding your face in his hands like you were something sacred.

“I want you,” you whispered.

He nodded — slowly, reverently — and guided you to his bed like you were something to protect.

He made love to you with complete presence.

His touch never left your skin. His kisses never strayed too far from your mouth. Every movement was intentional — not out of hunger, but out of care. Every time your breath hitched or your fingers tightened, he responded with a soft whisper of your name.

His forehead rested against yours.

His voice low:

“You’re safe with me.”

“You feel so good, cariño.”

“I’ll never forget this.”

When he reached the edge, he didn’t chase it. He held you tighter. Slowed down. Breathed with you. You felt it — the moment it stopped being physical, and became something so much more.

After, he didn’t roll away. Didn’t say anything dramatic. He just pulled you on top of him, running his hand down your back, over and over like it grounded him.

“You okay?” you whispered into his chest.

“I’m…” Carlos paused. Then kissed the top of your head. “I’m really glad we waited.”

“So am I.”

Silence again — the good kind.

Then he whispered, half asleep:

“Now I’m yours in every way.”

Max Verstappen|

A quiet unraveling. Max doesn’t give his heart easily — but when he does, it’s deep, intense, and unforgettable.

“Some day someone will like me like I like you…”

“Some day I’ll stop falling in love with you…”

“But I can’t, and that’s why I let you break my heart again.”

You’d been dating Max for six months before he let you into his world fully — not the glitzy, fast-paced F1 world. The real one.

The quiet, guarded part. The one behind locked hotel doors, in dimly lit apartments, where he could finally breathe. You weren’t surprised that when it finally happened — when he let you touch all of him — it wasn’t after a party or a romantic dinner.

It was after a long day. His worst qualifying session in months. Cameras in his face. Team stress high. Everything felt like it was slipping.

Except you.

That night, you found him in the kitchen of his Monaco apartment, hunched over the counter, still in his Red Bull hoodie, jaw clenched.

“Talk to me,” you said gently.

He looked at you, and something in his expression just broke.

Not anger. Not tears. Just… surrender.

“I don’t want to talk,” he murmured.

You walked over and slid your hands under his hoodie, resting them on his waist. “Then don’t.”

For the first time, Max kissed you like he needed you.

Like it wasn’t just affection — it was a lifeline.

He carried you to the bedroom in silence.

The kind of silence that said more than words ever could.

Max took his time — not because he was unsure, but because this mattered to him. Every piece of clothing he peeled off felt like a layer of armor falling away. His hands were steady. His eyes never left yours.

“You okay?” you asked as you lay back on the sheets, your bare legs wrapped around his waist.

His voice was low. Rough. Honest. “I don’t do this halfway.”

You reached up, cupping his face. “I never asked you to.”

He was intense in the way he touched you — every movement deliberate, his control evident even when his breathing started to stutter.

It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real.

And when he finally sank into you, his forehead pressed to yours, he let out a broken breath like he’d been holding it for years.

“F-fuck,” he whispered, barely audible. “I’ve wanted this. You. For so long.”

You arched into him, gripping his shoulders. “Then take it.”

Max moved slowly. Like every second with you was something he needed to memorize. His hands gripped your thighs, your waist, your hips — not hard, just tight enough to say mine.

He wasn’t vocal. But you heard everything in the way he whispered your name under his breath, over and over, like a grounding point.

And when he came, it wasn’t with a shout — it was with a kiss. One that lasted through the shudder, the stillness, the after.

After, Max didn’t move for a long time.

His arm was around you, hand on your stomach, his face tucked into your neck like he never wanted to be anywhere else.

“You didn’t have to be perfect,” you whispered.

“I wasn’t trying to be,” he said softly. “I just wanted to be real with you.”

And in the soft light of the room, wrapped up in his warmth and the weight of what had just happened, you knew the truth:

Max didn’t just let you in.

He chose you.

[n0vazsq]

Say it again | CS55 x Reader

pairing . . . carlos sainz x reader

summary . . . You and Carlos always confessed your love to each other jokingly, but when you finally confess your real feelings, he laughs in your face

request . . . no!!

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . !PART OF MINI FIC SERIES! its shit but idc

. . . The rain hammered down on the concrete floor of the parking lot, soaking everything in it's surroundings. You were walking with Carlos, hand in hand, dripping with water right to the bone. Shivering at the cold breeze that passed by, you wrapped your hands around yourself, trying to concel the warmth radiating off your body.

Suddenly, Carlos stops walking and turns around to face you, a wide grin on his face. Then, he places his hands on your waist, grabbing yours to place on his shoulder, and starts slow dancing with you. Your breath hitches at the sudden action, but a smile tugs at your lips as a soft feeling of butterflies fills your stomach.

"Oh, how I love you, hermosa." He grins once more, spinning you round, laughter echoing throughout the empty space.

You and Carlos have always been like this; flirting for fun, throwing around I love yous like confetti at a party, and making dramatic declarations of affection to each.

But it’s a game, an inside joke, something that makes your friends roll their eyes and groan, "Just date already." But it’s never been serious.

Until now.

After Carlos stopped spinning you around, you two walked off to the edge of the parking lot, staring down at the city lights under you. It felt so magical being in this moment, it was almost perfect, as if it was a scene out of a story book.

"Oi, Carlitos." You give him a wide smile, holding his hands like you usually would when you 'confess' your love to him. He knew it was coming, he knew what you were about to do, but it still raised goosebumps on his skin everytime.

"I love you."

You've done it with the same smile and same look on your eyes, but this time something was different. As if there was a certain weight to your voice, a quiet sort of vulnerability.

Carlos doesn’t catch the tone. Doesn’t want to catch it. He laughs and roll his eyes, shoving you playfully before saying, “Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that.”

This time, it is serious. You did finally mean it. And Carlos? He did that.

Straight to your face.

You should've seen it coming, but it actually happening made your heart break into pieces. It felt like someone had just ripped your heart out straight from your chest and started stabbing it repeatdly.

Face falling, you force out a small laugh to cover it up. "Yeah, I'll try better next time."

Next time.

The joke doesn't feel funny anymore. The smile on Carlos' face doesn't make your heart beat a little faster anymore, instead, it rips it apart.

"Totally, your love for me isn't meaningful if you don't confess with a grand gesture." He said, exaggerating the sentence with a weird motion of his hands.

That was the breaking point for you.

You just stare at him for a moment too long, then, swallowing hard, you mutter the sentence that may have ended it all. "Yeah. That’s what I thought." before walking away.

Carlos sat there, a look of confusion washing over his face as your figure started to disappear in a distance. But then, as he replayed the moment slowly in his head, he notices the different tone in your voice. You had meant it when you said you loved him.

He had to find you, fast. So he ran as fast as he could, and when he finally found you walking on the side of the road, he approached you, breathless and heart beating out of his chest.

"Hermosa, I'm sorry. I didn't notice. Say it again, please. And this time, I won’t laugh."

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[formula1au]

how would f1 drivers react if you won't answer their texts?

summary: you don't answer your boyfriend's texts

feat: lando, daniel, max, charles, carlos, oscar

[costkappen]

𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒔🫶🏻

Warnings: suggestive, 18+

[bonbonly]

Hiiii ily so much, you feed my dark mind so well 💀

So here’s my thot…

Mask kink with Carlos? I was listening to São Paulo and I kept looking at the cover on Spotify and like…it dawned on me how HOT it’d be to have the mask and fear kink mixed together. Like SIR? hold me down 😩

𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your sweet lovely neighbor invited you to a halloween party, and you - ever the clumsy, naive girl - got tricked more than treated. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this is a dark fic! you have been warned! do not read if you are not comfortable with dark fics or any of the following: noncon/dubcon, slapping, p in v, oral (f receiving), gunplay/gunfuck, choking, gaslighting, fingering 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i unashamedly enjoyed writing this bye like why'd you put this in my ask, i literally went FERALLLLL over it but i hope you enjoy it babes!!!

"good morning, carlos!" you chirped, opening the mailbox in front of your driveway. your slightly older neighbor waved at you, a charming smile that made butterflies fly in your stomach. he was wearing jeans that were snug against his thighs, a loose white t-shirt on and his cap backwards. his hair swept back under the cap, eyes all big and beautiful. you sighed, dreamily as you watched him head back into his house. your dreamy neighbor that always flirted with you when you came over to deliver his mail.

"the mailman just can't seem to differentiate our houses, hm?" you'd laugh, teetering on your toes. you caught a small glimpse of his house, hoping he'd let you in so you could "jokingly" see what your future house would look like. he'd flip through the mail, shaking his head with a chuckle,

"ay, hermosa, they must think i like planting pink roses in my free time," he'd snicker, tapping your head with his bundle of envelopes. it was just a playful gesture, really, but you'd blush to yourself and watch him close his front door. you'd sigh out loud, realizing your efforts of dropping subtle hints about your interest wasn't working and you skipped back over to your house, tending to your garden once more.

halloween was coming up around the corner and this year, the entire neighborhood was doing a competition for the spookiest house. you were determined to win it. going out of your way to buy extra decorations, you spent much of the week giving you front yard some spooky decor. a giant spider on one side, some skeletons doing some funny dances, and then of course the lights. you only ever did the lights at night so you wouldn't spoil the surprised for your neighbors. so, who else would you call to help you?

your trusty and super hot neighbor carlos of course! he was more than happy to help you, saying that you were always so clumsy, you'd be so lost without him! you climbed up the staircase, toying with the cables and tape before you smacked them into a straight line on the edge of your roof.

"fuck, i can't reach!" you cried out, "carlos, can you do this instead?"

"no, no, you have to do it, chica. you can do it," he grinned, pushing your ass up the ladder. you yelped in surprise at his hand under your skirt, and you swore you felt him squeeze your flesh. you glanced down at him, staring at this big innocent brown eyes. no, you must've imagined it! he wouldn't do such a thing! not your super sweet neighbor! you sighed, going up another step on the ladder to finish attaching the rest of the lights. you turned back to find carlos pointing his phone at you, a smirk on his lips, "for the memories. it's your first time going all out for the decor!"

you hopped off the ladder, smacking your hands with a smile, "thank you so much for the help, neighbor!" and you were going to return back to the comfort of your bed, when he was so gracious enough to finally let you in his house! you giddily accepted his offer, pushing past him towards his house. he laughed, eyes trained on the way your ass bounced under that skirt - if it even counted as one. he trailed behind you, watching you crash onto his couch.

grabbing the tv remote, he flipped through a couple channels while settling down next to you, "you like horror movies?"

"uh... not at night," you laughed, "i can handle anything in the light. just not in the dark. get a bit scared, yeah i know how embarrassing that is but it's the truth."

carlos nodded his head, landing on a horror film. he tossed the remote to the side, out of your reach. you gulped, already feeling a bit queasy at the gore on the tv and you felt bad about being in his house and demanding stuff from him. you shifted in your seat, averting your eyes to the nicely decorated walls, and then you felt his hand on your thigh. you glanced down at how big his hand was, and especially how it was inching closer to your clothed sex. you chuckled, thinking he must be a bit tired from helping you and you grabbed his hand, placing it back down on his lap. his eyes, which were originally transfixed on tv, snapped to you. a hard glare that you faced that made your skin crawl. he brought his back down on your thigh, squeezing your flesh harshly, enough for it to hurt. you cried out in pain, smacking him across his face. you grabbed your belongings, fleeing from his house. it surely didn't help that you lived right next door, but you locked your front door and ascended the staircase to your bedroom, holding back some tears. this had to be some sort of twisted nightmare. your sweet neighbor wouldn't do that to you! he'd only ever been nice! why would he think it was okay for him to touch you? you shook your head, taking off your clothes to slip into your nightwear and you buried yourself in the covers of your bed. it just had to be a dream!

and thankfully, that's exactly what your sweet neighbor told you the next morning at your door. he had a pot of petunias in his hands, that same warm smile on his face,

"morning, chica!" he greeted, "saw you had an empty spot in the garden. you know, i was going to the store and i saw this and said hmm, this looks like it belongs in (y/n)'s garden and so i bought it! no need to pay me back, i just want to make sure if anyone wins the halloween decoration contest it should be you!"

you stood there dumbfounded, wondering if the events of last night really happened. with much hesitance, you decided to test the waters, "a-aren't you mad at me?"

"mad at you for what?" carlos asked, furrowing his brows.

"i slapped you pretty hard yesterday," you replied, "because you were feeling me up, remember?"

carlos's jaw dropped, and his eyes darted around your front door. he shook his head in disbelief, "w-what? excuse me? i helped you with your decorations and then you went to sleep.."

"but it felt... it felt real, i knew that-"

"so you'd accuse me of touching you?" his shoulders fell, his lips forming into a thin line, "forgive me, hermosa. i spent 30 dollars getting these plants for you, and this is how you repay me? increíble. te esfuerzas por ayudar a una chica y ella no es más que una pequeña zorra," he muttered in spanish. you didn't understand what he was saying, but you figured it was something awful about you. you shook your head, taking the flowers from his hands,

"y-you're right. i'm so sorry. i must've just had a very vivid nightmare. i'm so sorry, carlos. how can i make it up to you? you did help me last night with all the decorations," you pouted. he licked his lips, eyes raking over your body still in your nightgown from last night and he shrugged.

"uh... déjame pensar, hmm...." he scratched his chin, fingers gliding up his jaw, "a good friend of mine down the street is hosting a halloween party. you should come over. i'll accept your apology if you sneak me extra chocolates."

you sighed in relief, extremely happy that your sweet neighbor was willing to forgive you for your foolishness. you giggled, nodding your head frantically, "yes, yes! i'll definitely do it! when's the party?"

"tomorrow and it starts at 10:00."

"that's kinda late for a halloween party," you frowned, and carlos rolled his eyes,

"are you coming or not?"

"i'm coming, i'm coming. just had to blurt out my thought, that's all. thank you very much for the flowers, carlos," you held up the pot in your hands, a sheepish smile on your lips as he walked off to his house. he looked gorgeous with that tight sweatshirt, his pecs barely contained under the fabric. how could you have ever thought of him in a bad light! he was such a sweetheart, buying you the petunias knowing that it would work well with your decorations. you pouted your lips at the thought, cooing at how pretty the petals were before heading back into your house.

you had picked out a really cute cat outfit for the night. it wasn't really meant to be revealing or sexy, just a cute outfit. a long black gown with black stockings, black cat ears and a tail to match. you had lipstick on your nose and used your eyeliner to draw whiskers. content with how your outfit turned out, you hummed to yourself as you left your house, locking your front door. the end of the street was a bit of a walk, and since it was dark outside you whipped out your phone as the flashlight to guide you. you came across a very shady house, only the front light on. no other decorations. that should've been your first warning to get back home, but you assumed it was part of the ambience for the party. you knocked on the front door, craning your neck to see if there's any light inside the house. no response. you scowled, grabbing the door knob only to find the door completely unlocked.

"hello?" you peered inside, flicking some of the switches on. when none of them seemed to be working, you glanced down at your phone and realized you were only at 20 percent. it would be pointless to waste all your phone battery trying to find people in the dark, "ok guys, come on now! jokes not funny!"

you bit your lip, your chest tightening at how dark it was around you. you really hated the dark. "i get that this must be some sort of sick joke. hello? anyone? c-carlos? someone? turn on the lights now!"

despite all your attempts at getting a response, none came. you huffed under your breath in annoyance, crossing your arms at how stupid you could be to come over to some random person's house. you only trusted the address because your sweet neighbor gave it to you. your ears perked up at the sound of metal jingling in the distance and you whipped your head around to to the kitchen. with cautious steps, you extended your arms out to feel the walls, using them as a way to guide you. in the darkness, you could make out what you assumed to be the kitchen counter, and then some cabinets above. the moonlight through the windows shone onto a small corner of the shelf, a flashlight on display for you to grab. you shook the device in your hands a couple times, turning the switch on and off before shaking it once more. a couple more harsh smacks to the side of the flashlight didn't do the trick either.

and then the front door clicked shut, the sound of a lock turning making your ears perk up.

"hello?" you called out once more, stepping out of the kitchen. the front door was a few feet away, the lock unmistakably turned on. one you heard the sound of metal chains dancing together, that's when your brain decided to gear up. you sprinted to the front door, crashing right into a pillar that helped support the structure of the house. you moaned in pain, hands clutched your forehead. clumsy little (y/n), never able to defend herself even if her life depended on it. the flashlight rolled around your frame as you rocked side to side, whispering small "ows". the door was just a feet away, and you extended your hand to crawl over when a firm boot stomped right onto your fingers.

"fuck!" you howled, the feeling of your bones being crushed coursing through your veins. you felt the boot drag down to your head, pressing your face against the wooden floor.

"shh, shhh...." a voice from above you cooed, "not a word from you. you have to be quiet."

"my fucking fingers," you hissed, curling your digits to see if anything was broken. the boot dug deeper onto your skin, almost choking you as you struggled to breathe. your voice was nothing more than strangled cries, your feet kicking around. within seconds, the mysterious man above you kicked your back, sending you rolling over into what you assumed was the living room. you coughed out loud, rubbing your sore face before feeling firm hands grip onto your ankles, dragging your body to the kitchen.

"who... who are you? let go of me!" you hollered, using your free hand to swat him away. you could barely see anything in the dark, and that only scared you more, "what's going on?" your attempts to sit up are thwarted when he brings his arm against your neck, pinning you onto the ground. his face was inches from yours, and you could smell him. he smelled familiar, a certain type of cologne that you remembered from somewhere but being so stricken by fear, your thoughts were all jumbled together. all you could think about was finding a way to escape. you took note of his white mask from the dim moonlight, a frown etched into the plastic material. with his free hand, he dragged his palm down your body, groping your lush tits. he had a rich laugh when you squirmed against him, trying to wriggle away.

"please, please let me go," you whimpered, feeling your hips being hoisted into the air as his hands snaked around to grab at your ass. he smacked the flesh of one cheek, fingers digging in to leave small crescents when he squeezed. he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling the tail tied around your waist and letting it snap against your skin. you gasped out loud, trying to process the way your skin stung afterwards. his hands slid up your back, curling into your collar before ripping apart your dress. you cried out loud, having worn nothing underneath save some black panties.

"a slut through and through," the man's accented voice whispered above your head, tearing at the fabric and bringing the rest of the material over your head. he tossed it to the side, and returned his hands to feel the rest of your body, "oh, mierda, i've dreamt about this for so long, so fucking long."

to emphasize his point, he smacked your ass a couple times before sinking his teeth in your flesh. your anguished wails did nothing to deter him, and you were sure he had bit hard enough to draw blood. your ass felt like it had been burned against a hot iron rod; your arms flailed behind your back, trying to push him off you but instead the stranger ripped your panties to pieces, spreading your ass as he spit down to the ring of muscle, watching it wink at him. his saliva trailed down to the edge of your cunt. you couldn't really tell what was going on but quite shortly, you felt your arms being guided behind your back, tightly bound before he grabbed your hips and once again pulled your ass up into the air. your legs wrapped around his, your back arched uncomfortably as you felt another wave of his saliva wash down against your cunt. you couldn't help but whine out loud when he wrapped his lips around your folds, nibbling on them as you shook your head. your bound arms thrashed into the air but it wasn't really helping you at the moment. his tongue delved into your pretty pussy, his deep moans vibrating through your core.

"please stop, i'm begging you! i don't even know who you are!" you whined, tears streaming down your face. your cries were cut short as a moan ripped through you, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue lapped at your sweet nectar. your could feel the edge of his mask hit your ass every time his tongue went deeper inside you. it swirled around in your tight walls like some festering parasite, eagerly waiting to ruin its host. his tongue traveled up to your asshole, circling the ring of muscle and that's when your screams became louder. "not there! stop it! let go of! let go or i'll scream so loud that-"

"keep screaming, no one will save you, zorra," he bit down on the globe of your ass, humming when you let out a sob. he buried his face between your cheeks, his tongue delving into your hole with a lewd sound. his tongue pushed deeper inside you, spreading your rim as his thumb went back to circling your clit.

"mmm, sabes tan bien gatito," he rasped, pulling back for a moment to admire his handiwork. your poor asshole winked in the cool air, glistening with his saliva. "i can't wait to feel this little ass squeezing my cock." he punctuated his words by spanking your ass hard, leaving more handprints on your soft flesh. you yelped, trying to wriggle away like a snake would but he gripped your hips harder, holding you in place as he dove back in, his tongue plunging into your asshole with renewed fervor.

the masked man's other hand slid around to your dripping pussy, his fingers pushing two digits knuckle-deep into your weeping cunt. he pumped them in and out, palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. the combination of his tongue on your ass, and fingers in your pussy transformed your screams into wanton moans.

"aww, is the puta enjoying what i give to her, i knew you'd come around," you could tell he was smiling as his fingers curled inside your gummy walls. the tightening coil inside your gut finally snapped as your juices gushed around him, soaking his black t-shirt. he laughed out loud, shoving you back onto the ground, "look at you, you ruined my shirt." he placed each of his feet on either side of your trembling body, gazing down at the way your face was filled with smudged make-up. your whiskers all askew, mascara streaming down your face. he grabbed you by the collar you had on, twisting it as you gasped out loud, struggling to breathe once more. you felt yours leg give away, watching him drag you back to the living room as he threw you onto the couch.

"who.... who even are you- oh!" you squealed, feeling his hand come across your face. it burned and you feel the iron tang of blood flood your mouth, you lip busted from the impact. he grabbed hold of your jaw, using his other hand to adjust his mask before slapping you once again. you were sure your face was bruised when he finished, your lip swollen almost as if to silence you for the entire duration he had you in this cursed house.

"cat got your tongue?" he chuckled, caressing your burning cheek with his thumb. when you didn't respond, he dug through his pockets for his phone, snapping a picture of you shaking on the couch with tears streaming from your face. you shielded your eyes from the flash, and through your fingers you caught sight of his hair swept back. you recognized the silkiness of it. you knew this person, but you just couldn't understand where. before you could open your mouth to ask the same question that's been bothering you all night, you heard the click of a gun, the barrel pressed against your forehead. "i think you know what to do right now, right?"

you shook your head, your bottom lip quivering and the man in front of you laughed, using the barrel to wipe away your tears, the cold metal making you hiss. you gulped when he dug the gun into your neck, your body shaking as a new wave of tears washed over you. "you're going to fuck yourself on my gun. come on spread those legs."

his request made you freeze in place and when he placed the gun right onto a prominent artery in your neck, you whimpered and nodded your head, reluctantly spreading your legs.

"there we go," he cooed, "see, puta, you can learn."

he spit on the barrel of his gun, rubbing the saliva around before crouching down to see your womanhood clenching the air, bracing yourself for what was about to happen. you rubbed the barrel of the gun along your wet slit, the cold metal sending jolts of sensation through your core. you felt your juices on the metal barrel, making it slick and shiny as your dragged it over your clit and pushed it inside you. you whimpered, throwing your head back onto the couch as you stared at the ceiling, trying to convince yourself that this was all another horrible nightmare.

"fuck, look at you, getting off on my gun," the masked man taunted, "you're even more depraved than I thought. sabía que eras una puta sucia, pero esto..." you bit your lip hard, trying to stifle a moan as you began to move, fucking yourself on the gun with very hesitant thrusts. "louder, you quiet little whore," the masked man scoffed, his other hand coming down on your inner thigh. you whined out loud, nodding your head and letting out small, forced moans. sensing that you were trying too hard to make noises, and pressed the metal deeper into you. a satisfied growl escaped his lips when you cried out loud, arching your back.

"fuck, that's too big... please, that's too big," you moaned, bucking your hips to push the barrel out of you but instead the masked man took the opportunity to drive it deeper inside you, pulling it out before slamming it right back in. you screamed out loud, feeling the gun stretch you open as the man snorted,

"scream for me, puta. i want to hear every single noise clearly."

your hips rocked back and forth, taking the gun as much as you could. you panted, tongue stuck out as the man shoved his fingers into your mouth, dragging the gun in and out of you with a much faster pace than before. you struggled to handle the girth of the gun, your eyes rolling the back of your head. he slapped your face gently so that your eyes snapped back to his masked face. the emptiness you faced scared you, it made you sob at how defiling this felt and yet you could feel your orgasm approaching once more. the smell of your arousal mixed with uncontrollable fear spread through the room, and he could feel your pussy fluttering around the barrel of the gun, your juices flowing freely as you fucked yourself into oblivion. your cunt spasmed around the barrel of the gun as you cummed, gushing your release over the cold metal. the masked man watched as your juices splattered onto the floor, forming a puddle beneath the couch.

"no puedo contenerme más, i need to feel you around my cock," the man moaned, unbuckling his belt. your still bound hands weakly thrashed once more, your eyes glossed over. your mind was spinning, still not over the last orgasm. the gun was tossed the side, and he grabbed hold of your jaw so that you faced him not the weapon that you just fucked. he fumbled with his zipper, shoving his pants down as he let his cock spring up, the sound of his member slapping against his stomach echoing in the room. you could feel the warmth of his body radiate off him; it was suffocating. you shook your head, trying to plead your way out of this. you already did everything else he asked for! you just wanted to go home and get ready for the halloween house contest tomorrow! he gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your abused flesh as he placed the swollen head of his cock against your sensitive clit. he smacked the tip against your pearl, watching you mewl out loud at oversensitivity. with one brutal thrust, he slammed his hips forward, burying his massive cock deep into your cunt. you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs, silent screams falling from your lips as he stretched you open, his thick shaft forcing its way past your gummy walls. tears streamed down your face as he began to move, fucking you hard and fast, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"this cunt was made to be ruined, made to milk my cock, hecha para ser mia" he growled, snapping his hips faster against you. the sound of skin against skin did little to calm you down, instead your ears rang and when he began to rub your clit, you were sobbing out loud at how everything felt... felt so good. your mind a dizzy mess, not following along with what was happening.

between moans you once again asked the million dollar question on your mind, "w-who are you? who are you?"

"come on mi vida," he scoffed, almost as if he was insulted that you kept asking the same question, "use that pretty brain of yours you know exactly who i am. i've seen the way you look at me." but as he drilled into your cunt, you really didn't know. you couldn't think, your brain on overdrive, too caught up with the sensation of his thick cock filling you up like the whore that you were. your let your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him further into you on instinct and he laughed, using his hands to pull his sweat-stained shirt over his head. his mask came off, and in the dark you could barely see the outline of his hand running through his silky hair.

"t-the mask, your mask," you whimpered, narrowing your eyes to try and focus on the voice. the outline of his jaw, you recognized him. you knew who it was, the name was on the tip of your tongue. quite suddenly, he pressed the mask against your face, hardly giving you enough room to breathe.

"you wanted to know who i am with my mask off, we can work in different ways hermosa, i'm not picky," the man snickered. your head was buried into the couch's cushions, and you could see black spots clouding what was left to see in the dark. as your final orgasm of the night shot through you, the man pulled the mask away from you and let you breathe as you screamed out loud, squirting all over his cock. he groaned out loud, emptying his load as he shot ropes of his cum inside your cunt. he loved the way your cunt clamped down on him, constricting him as he watched you create a new puddle of your juices onto the ground. he pulled out of you, watching his cum leak out of you. he caught hold of his phone again, zooming in to see your cream-pie'd cunt and when the flash took hold of the dark room, the last thing you saw before passing out was your sweet neighbor carlos grinning at your fucked out body.

it was late in the afternoon the next day when you finally came back to your sense. your entire body felt sore, as if you had been roasted alive over a wood of fire. with shaky legs, you stumbled out of your bedroom, looking around the living room. you were back in your house, but you didn't know how. you still felt the feeling of your cunt being stretched out, and your head was throbbing in pain. the doorbell to your door rang and you glanced out the window to see carlos there with a bag of chocolates. you scowled, remembering how he towered over you the night before. not wanting to be too suspicious, you opened the door and stood there with a very worried expression on your face.

"carlos... how... nice to see you," you whispered, gulping.

"ah, hermosa! i'm so glad you're doing better! you know last night, the craziest thing happened! i was coming to pick you up for the halloween party but ever the eager girl, you fell from your ladder and hit your head!" he shook his head, "mi niña torpe, you can never go a day without hurting yourself!"

"i fell off a ladder?" you asked, tilting your head.

"yeah! you hit your face pretty badly," he winced, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. the warmth of his palm made you moan a bit, closing your eyes in relief. you and your vivid nightmares. your sweet neighbor would never do this to you! he was always looking out for you. you almost wanted to mention the bad dream, but then remembered how he got offended the last time you revealed what happened when you were asleep. you decided to keep your mouth shut and invited him into your house, taking the bag of chocolates.

"the halloween house contest will start soon," you grinned, limping to the couch to sit down. "you should sit down carlos, we have a few hours before the kids arrive. maybe you could help me organize the goodie bags!"

when you looked up, you saw him towering over you. he ran a hand through his hair, tossing the tv remote in his hand a couple times before dragging it down your neck,

"we have time, mi vida, we can spend time together alone until then," and he watched you furrow your brows, starting to understand what he was hinting towards, "you want to watch a horror movie?"

[herstoryheaven]

Masterlist: Carlos de Vil

Total Works: 1

Categories:

Angst = ✿

Fluff = ❀

Hurt/Comfort = ❁

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Female

Dating Headcanons (❀)

Gender Neutral

Coming Soon...

[jo-com]

⋆˚🍙₊✧ ➛The Nail Polish Incident

Formula 1 Drivers x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: Based off this tiktok trend

୨ৎ Includes: Yuki Tsunoda, Lando Norris, Alex Albon, George Russle, Carlos Sainz, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc.

୨ৎ Genre: Light swearing but mostly none

୨ৎ Note: There are some grammatical errors and this is not proofread. Hope y’all enjoy!

ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ

YUKI TSUNODA

⤿ Explosively jealous, not hiding it.

You walked closer and sat down infront of him— showing him your new nail set. "You like?"

He gently placed your hand in his and was in awe. "Baby it's wonderful, you look good in it, it's just— wow."

Your smiled widen from his compliment, blushing a little. "Thanks, Max chose this design and i just went with it."

His smile slowly turned into a frown, hearing Max's name. "W-what?" He said almost confuse.

I shrugged, "I asked him earlier and said that I looked god in this set—", "So you got what he wanted?" Yuki said interrupting you, his voice low.

I hummed and admired the nails more. Yuki looked at you with utter disbelief. "Now that i look at it, i don't think it's good."

You looked at him in shock. "You said it was amazing on me."

"Not before you said Max picked it. You should've asked me instead." he quipped, the tone in his voice shifting from in awe to jealousy.

Yuki glared back at you then to your nails. "Yeah it doesn't suit you at all. How about this one. The one i'll pick." he said— grabbing his phone and scrolling down pinterest.

For a good hour he just sat in bed— on his phone and just finding endlessly on pinterest. Determined to find a new nail set that would suit you whilst sulking in the corner.

LANDO NORRIS

⤿ Passive aggressive but trying to joke it off.

"So, you're saying Carlos picked that out?" he asked chuckling.

You nodded still looking at your new nail set. "He wanted it and so i got it."

Lando chuckled again. "Do you hear yourself mate."

"What, i was just being nice." You shrugged.

"He wanted it." He joked his voice laced with 'are you serious' tone.

Lando at first tried to ignore it and just continued to laugh it off but the more he stares the more it just looks vividly like Carlos.

"You know what, it's starting to grow on me." He said flatly.

You looked back at him, eyes filled with skepticism. "Really?"

Lando hums in response. "Yeah— i mean if you love ugly nails then i am cool with it because Carlos wanted it, right?"

You lightly slapped his chest, earning a soft groan from him. "What i was just being nice." he said mockingly.

"I am sorry okay? if you like it then i like it" Lando spoke— grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer.

You hugged him back and leaned into his chest. "Quick thought, Do you think Carlos wanted this hug too?"

You rolled your eyes and softly pushed him away and walked off not before yelling at him. "You're such an ass."

Lando stood there laughing by himself trying to mask his real emotion.

ALEX ALBON

⤿ Playfully chill, a little side-eye though.

"Yeah, Oscar helped picked it." You said, your eyes fixated on your nails.

Alex glared at you, his facial expression pulled into a look of uncertainty. Not knowing what or how to even react.

"Well it is pretty baby." he said, still unsure.

You hummed in response then smiled at him. Alex then softly placed your hand on his— examining the design.

He looked at it in every possible angle, his eyes blazed with both adoration and something he wasn't sure what to call.

"What's wrong hon?"

Alex looked at you then back to your hand. "Nothing it's just pretty."

"You could've asked me too but it's fine. If you like it that much." he said, his tone soft and gentle.

For the whole Afternoon Alex kept glancing down you're nails every time he gets. His eyes lingering longer than needed— his face scowling every time.

GEORGE RUSSLE

⤿ Polite on the outside, deeply suspicious inside.

George raised his eyebrow as he continued looking at you're nails. "So you're telling me that Lando picked this?... Well that's an unconventional choice..."

"You don't like it?" you asked, looking at him with a slight pout on your lips.

"No no i like it, it's beautiful darling just— why didn't you asked me instead? you know i have great taste."

You smiled it off and shrugged. "Thought you were busy so i didn't asked."

George looked back at you, his brows still raised from your choice of words. "I'll give it to lando then, he does have quite a nice taste in nails."

You nodded, admiring your nails also. "Yeah, he was nice for picking it out for me."

He just stood there, his smile tugged into awkward ones. His head running wild, a few questions popped up as he studied your face.

"Hmm, it is pretty."

George looked back at your hands, praising it endlessly but was fuming on the inside. He wasn't sure whether or not he should talk to Lando about this or not.

He kept bringing it up every chance he gets not being defensive but just saying, "not that i care though"

CARLOS SAINZ

⤿ Mildly bitter, very passive aggressive.

"Hmm.. interesting" Carlos said, his tone flat and serious.

"You don't like what Alex picked?" you spoke teasingly.

He just shrugged and looked at you with a burning gaze.

"If it were me though i would have picked something that suits your skin tone."

You chuckled, examining his face. He was deadpan and utterly in disbelief while looking at your new nail set.

"So it doesn't look good on me?"

Carlos without a second nodded and agreed to what you said. No second thoughts needed for his answer. "It just doesn't match your whole aesthetic mi corazón. I could find you better ones. One that will be more than this..." he said pointing out your nails with a hint of disgust.

"But it's expensive to get it done again." you argued well atleast you tried to.

"Nothing is expensive for my girl. Plus i can't stand the look of that."

You smiled at him— amused by his tone and behavior.

A good few hours have passed and he finally found something that suited you and was persistent to get it done and change your new currents one, insisting it intently.

OSCAR PIASTRI

⤿ Emotionally unreadable, but 100% storing it for later.

He looked at you with all seriousness, no emotion whatsoever just staring at you with a thin lipped smile. You tried to read his face but it was harder to read than whole book itself.

You coughed breaking the silence. "So do you like it? Charles said it was alright." you said unsure yourself.

His eyes moved to yours then to your hand, still carefully examining them.

You raised your brows, looking at him your eyes searching for his reaction.

"It's cool i guess?"

You weren't sure of how to react also, his voice was flat and his face was normal. Unbeknownst that he was actually worried on the inside. Already asking himself a million question that whether or not your joking.

"Is it pretty atleast?" you asked, your voice laced with pure concern over his quietness.

"It's alright?" he responded in a question like tone.

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Alright? Babe i've got them done for an hour and all you said was alright."

Oscar shrugged not wanting to say his real thoughts on it.

"I mean it's pretty just don't like who picked it is all."

He looked so unbothered, you don't know whether or not be scared or be okay about it. Even after telling him that it was just a joke he still responded the same, but you didn't know that he was relief to know that you were only joking. You didn't see the small smile that appeared on his face the second you say that you were joking.

Oscar brought it up tho every second he got along with a joke that made you cack a smile.

CHARLES LECLERC

⤿ Soft hurt vibes, overthinking silently.

After telling Charles that Yuki helped choosing your nail set, his face instantly frowned. He kept asking a million question as to why Yuki picked it and not him. He tried complementing it but it just came as a dry adoration.

"The important thing is you like it right?" he spoke, his eyes glint with sadness as he stare down your nails and softly held it.

You hummed in response, regretting it immediately as soon as you saw his sadden look.

"Yeah it's pretty." Charles said with genuine hurt in his voice.

He's trying so hard not to overthink things and played it off but you knew him so well that you could see how hurt he was.

"Maybe i should change them? You know now that i look at it" you said half joking and half serious.

His face instantly lit up from your words and nodding agreeably.

"If that's what you want my love" he smiled, acting as if it didn't just made him happier than ever.

"I mean i love it but if you don't then i'll just help you pick a new one." he said all giddy inside.

He tried to contain the happiness from his voice but his expression says it all.

After telling him it was a joke he was both relief and happy at the same time. Though he was still hurt by the thought of it but nonetheless it cleared all his overthinking.

[csainzoperator]

can you do mclaren boys txt msgs?

mclaren mclovin! ☆

summary: boyfriend! mclaren boys text messages!

warnings: fem pronouns, nicknames (baby, babe, love) kys jokes, 1 typo, slightly suggestive, cursing, incredibly fluffy, tooth rottening sweetness

an: i'm so sorry i couldn't be much active! but i'll try my best to be. hope u guys like this! no i'm not ignoring ur asks i will get back to all of u soon 🫶🏼

lando

oscar

teehee enjoy <3

xoxo

[neferaskingdom]

♡ It's Always Been You | CS55

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary : After a painful breakup, Y/N receives an unexpected drunk phone call from Carlos following the Mexican Grand Prix, igniting a whirlwind of emotions as he grapples with his feelings for her.

CARLOS SAINZ MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Y/N sat curled up on her couch, the lights of the Mexican Grand Prix flickering across the screen. The roar of engines echoed in her living room, mingling with her racing thoughts. It was torturous yet exhilarating—watching Carlos race was like watching her heart dance on a tightrope. She had tried to turn away from the screen, to distance herself from the man who once filled her life with laughter and love, but she couldn’t.

“Come on, Carlos!” she shouted at the TV, hands gripping the edges of the couch as she leaned forward. Every time he swerved past another competitor, adrenaline surged through her veins, both pride and heartache battling within her. She couldn’t help but cheer for him, her heart swelling at the sight of him in that red Ferrari. But just as quickly as that pride built, it crumbled at the sight of Rachel, his new girlfriend, who flashed her bright smile at the camera, waving like she belonged there beside him.

Y/N’s stomach twisted painfully. It felt like a punch to the gut. How could he have moved on so easily? It was as if the relationship they’d shared had never existed at all. The memories of laughter, stolen kisses, and lazy Sunday mornings flooded her mind, leaving her gasping for air.

“Why am I doing this to myself?” she muttered, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. It was like she was torturing herself, choosing to witness his success while knowing she was no longer a part of it. She had promised herself she wouldn’t watch, but the draw of his presence on the track was impossible to resist.

As the race progressed, her heart leaped when Carlos took the lead. “Yes! That’s my boy!” she exclaimed, but then the camera panned to Rachel again, who hugged him tightly after he crossed the finish line. Y/N’s heart shattered at that moment, watching him with her was like a physical blow. She let out a choked sob, pressing her hand to her mouth. “I shouldn’t be watching this, why do I keep doing this to myself?” she whispered, the weight of her emotions crashing down on her.

The voices of the commentators faded into background noise, just as the memories of her life before had. It felt like ages since she’d found comfort in those moments, the excitement of races shared with Carlos, his laughter mingling with the roar of engines.

But that was a lifetime ago—before the breakup that had shattered everything.

Carlos had told her he needed to focus on his career, that the demands of racing were too much to handle alongside a relationship. They had fought that night, voices raised, tears shed, but in the end, he had made his choice. She remembered the way his eyes had looked, resolute yet filled with regret as he walked out the door, leaving her standing there, heartbroken and lost.

In the weeks that followed, Y/N had found herself spiraling. She tried to move on, to fill the void he left behind, but nothing seemed to work. The world around her felt muted, the colors faded. She buried herself in work, diving into projects that usually excited her, but her heart wasn’t in it. Every time her phone buzzed with updates from social media, she found herself torturing herself further by clicking on Carlos’s posts.

His face smiled back at her in photographs, celebrating podiums with his new girlfriend, Rachel, who looked radiant and perfect beside him. They were at glamorous events, her arm draped over his shoulder. Each picture was a reminder of what she had lost, of the love that had once seemed unbreakable.

Y/N spent hours scrolling, heart racing with jealousy and pain, every interaction between Carlos and Rachel a fresh wound. How could he move on so quickly? She felt betrayed and heartbroken, trapped in a cycle of longing and sorrow. She couldn’t understand how he could go from loving her to appearing so happy with someone else, and every time she saw him smiling, it felt like a slap in the face.

Sometimes, they’d cross paths at mutual friends' gatherings, and each awkward interaction was like walking on glass. Carlos would greet her with that same charming smile, and for a fleeting moment, it would feel like nothing had changed, only for the reality to crash back down when she saw Rachel’s hand on his arm, the easy affection they shared.

Y/N’s friends tried to cheer her up, encouraging her to go out and meet new people, but all she could think about was Carlos. She could still hear the echoes of his laughter, the way he would wrap his arms around her, pulling her close when the world felt overwhelming. She missed him deeply, but the hurt ran too deep to just reach out.

She went to bed after finishing an entire bottle of wine all by herself. She was curled up in her blanket trying not to cry again when her phone buzzed to life. The contact name lit up the screen: Carlos. Her heart raced—fear, excitement, and a flicker of hope all rolled into one. She hesitated for a moment, remembering the last time they had spoken, the hurt that had echoed in his voice, and the way he had chosen his career over them. But she couldn’t resist; she answered, her breath hitching as she pressed the phone to her ear.

“Y/N! Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s you!” His voice was loud and slurred, a mixture of laughter and something heavier beneath the surface. She could hear loud music blasting in the background.

“Carlos?” she asked, concern washing over her. “Are you drunk?”

“Maybe a little too much,” he chuckled, but it was clear he didn’t care. “I just won, you know! Like, first place! In Mexico! This is insane!”

She couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, but the happiness quickly faded as she remembered Rachel. “That’s great, Carlos. I’m happy for you.”

“Did you watch me? You should be here! I wanted to celebrate with you, mi amor!” He slurred the term of endearment making her heart ache.

“I… I saw it on TV,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “But you have Rachel to celebrate with.”

“Ugh, don’t even get me started on her!” he groaned, the sound punctuated by a loud cheer from the crowd around him. “She’s just a PR stunt. I don’t care about her, Y/N! You know that!”

The admission made her heart race, but doubt crept in. “Then why are you with her?”

“Because I thought I could move on,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower, laced with regret. “But every time I see her, all I think about is you. You’re the one I want to celebrate with, the only one I ever wanted.”

Y/N’s heart twisted painfully, caught between hope and heartache. “You broke up with me, Carlos. You said it was for your career, that you needed to focus on racing.”

“I thought I could do it, but I was wrong!” he insisted, the desperation rising in his tone. “You’re everything to me, Y/N! I miss you so much it hurts! I can’t get you out of my mind!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought against the emotions threatening to spill over. “You can’t just call me and say all this after everything. You don’t get to tell me you miss me when you’re with someone else!”

“Please, just listen!” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m a mess without you. I thought this would help, but it’s only made it worse. I wish you were here, celebrating with me. You’re the only one who gets me!”

“Carlos…” she began, her heart racing at the implications of his words, but she struggled to find her voice. “You’re drunk, and I can’t trust what you’re saying right now. You need to be honest with yourself first.”

“I’m telling you the truth!” he exclaimed, a mix of anger and desperation spilling into his tone. “You think I want to share this moment with her? No! I want to share it with you! Every trophy, every victory, it all means nothing without you by my side!”

His words stirred something deep within her, a longing that felt like a wound reopening. “But you chose your career over me, Carlos! You said it was for your future, and now you’re telling me you want me back?”

“Because I thought I could handle it, but I can’t!” he confessed, voice breaking. “I want to fight for us! I never wanted to lose you. You were my everything, Y/N! I can’t live without you!”

A sob escaped her lips, her heart heavy with the weight of his confession. “You broke my heart, Carlos. I don’t know if I can survive you breaking it again. I love you, it's ruining my life!”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he cried, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I thought I could handle it, but I’m lost without you! You’re the only one I’ve ever loved, the only one I will ever love!”

The sincerity in his voice shattered her defenses, leaving her vulnerable and aching for the connection they once shared. “You have Rachel, though. You need to make a choice. I can’t be your second option.”

“She’s nothing compared to you!” he exclaimed, desperation lacing his words. “I promise, once this triple header is over, I’ll end things with her. I’ll make it right! I’ll come back for you, I swear!”

His words felt like a lifeline thrown into the storm of her heart, but uncertainty still loomed like a shadow. “What if this is just the alcohol talking? What if you wake up tomorrow and forget all this?”

“I won’t forget!” he insisted fiercely. “I want you to be the person I see first thing in the morning and last thing at night, I want to go back to cuddling on the couch with you and making you pancakes in the morning. I want to fight for you, for us! I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/N. You’re my heart, mi vida.”

The tenderness in his voice made her heart swell and ache at the same time. “You don’t know how much it hurts to hear you say that after everything,” she whispered, the tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I know it’s complicated, but please don’t give up on me,” he said softly. “I need you to hold on, just a little longer. I’ll come back for you, and I’ll make things right. You’re my home, Y/N, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.”

As the call ended, Y/N sat in the silence of her apartment, heart racing with conflicting emotions. The conversation had been a whirlwind of pain, and uncertainty, leaving her breathless. She didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other. She wrapped her arms around herself, imagining Carlos holding her close, the warmth of his embrace filling the empty spaces in her heart. As the night wore on, she clung to the possibility of being held in his arms again, even as the shadows of doubt lingered. In the depths of her heart, she knew one thing: she loved him fiercely, and despite the pain, she would wait for him to come back, hoping they could mend the pieces of their shattered love.

[emchante]

Hey, would you do Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch and “You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” for Carlos from your prompt list?

playing with fire - c.s.

masterlist | requesting rules

prompts: “smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch” + “you’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

summary: after a relentless night of teasing, the tension reaches breaking point when carlos gets you all to himself back at home.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, dom!carlos, dirty talk, mild degradation, rough kissing, finger sucking.

w.c. 1k+

a/n helloo all! here’s a carlos blurb for tonight, because god i’m so excited to start writing for him! this is my first proper thing for him (even though it’s only a blurb), so let me know your thoughts via asks/anons, comments or reblogs. <3

after a night out, you and carlos find yourselves alone together in your shared bedroom. the atmosphere was tense, the full night you had been trying to tease carlos– and you had succeeded. the dress you had worn had been shorter, skimpier than your others, you made sure that your cleavage was on show, and your hands were constantly smoothing the tight fabric down, subtly accentuating your body for everyone who had seen you.

it wasn’t just the outfit though, you yourself had been a big part of the teasing. when you had been sat at a table across from one another, your foot was rubbing up against his ankle, moving to his thigh before you rubbed it right against his half-hard cock. not to mention, the whispers of filthy promises that you spoke into his ear was a big part of the process, too.

and that’s how you ended up to where you were now.

you were backed up against the wall, carlos’ hands grabbing your face as he had you caught in a heated kiss. you would both pull back momentarily for a breath before your lips crash together again. the tension snaps with each touch, each graze of his lips against yours, his smirk evident whenever you whimper or gasp under his control.

his mouth drifts to your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands slide down, gripping your hips and pulling you right against him; another whimper escaping your lips as your core hit his straining cock. “all night you’ve been testing me,” he murmurs against your skin, his tone low. “but now? you’re in no position to tease, cariño. remember that.”

your heart pounds as his fingers move to slip under the hem of your dress, tracing your thigh with an aching slowness that leaves you shivering. his smirk depends when you whine at his touch, his thumb brushing teasing circles over your inner thigh, just close enough to make you arch towards him, needing more.

“patience,” he whispers, leaning in to brush his lips against your jaw, “you spent all night driving me crazy— now it’s my turn.” his tongue traced your jaw, before he moved his lips down to your neck, attacking it with kisses and small bites. the wetness of his kisses, along with the brush of his stubble left you aching, almost begging for more of him. an unexpected gasp escaped from you when you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin, and you swallowed thickly feeling him smirk against you.

“you’re so sensitive, mi amor. i wonder how desperate i can get you,” he started, moving his free hand up to brush your hair away from your face, lips moving to your ear. “maybe i can get you begging for me, begging to touch you, play with you, fuck you. oh i would love that, wouldn’t i? especially with some tears— oh cariño, i’m excited for the night ahead,” he finished, your mouth dropping as he spoke.

“carlos please—” you whispered shakily, squeezing your thighs together to get some friction seeing as his hand still hadn’t inched any closer. “i—i can’t do that— i need you,” you told him, tilting your head to the side to see him.

“and i needed you, amor. walking about in your slutty outfit, whispering the filthiest words i’ve ever heard you utter,your foot brushing against me— and yet? nothing,” he explained, licking his lips as he pulled back and saw tears starting to form.

you gasped as you felt his thumb move over your underwear, pressing right into your clit. you flung your head back against the wall, reveling in the pleasure you had finally been allowed. a string of moans fell your your lips as he started to move his thumb in a clockwise motion, the friction of your panties between his thumb making it that bit more pleasurable.

you let out a sharp “fuck!” when carlos suddenly moved his thumb from your clit, placing it back on your thigh and drawing small shapes. you opened your eyes to see him smirking widely at your reaction, and you knew he was loving it.

“so predictable, mi amor,” he murmured, thumb gliding across your panties a few times before it slipped under them, causing your eyes to widen. “so wet, all for me?” he asked, and smirk somehow continuing to widen as you nodded feverishly at his words— hoping that maybe if you were desperate, he’d go easier on you.

you were out of luck though, as he pulled his thumb out and moved his hand off your thigh straight after. lifting his hand to his mouth, he licked the tip of his finger before sighing.

“you taste amazing,” he murmured, eyeing his still coated thumb. his eyes drifted from his thumb to your face a couple times, as if trying to make up his mind. you didn’t have to wait long for his next move though, as suddenly his thumb was pushing into your mouth. “clean it.”

you complied with his commands, licking a circle around his thumb before sucking it and making sure it was clean when he pulled it out. he inspected his thumb momentarily before nodding, as if giving you approval for listening to his words.

carlos moved one of his hands to your back, the other reaching to your legs as he lifted you bridal style, causing a gasp of shock to escape you. he walked you both over to the bed, dropping you onto your back as he began to unbutton his shirt. you got onto your elbows, trying to prop yourself up before you were pushed back down by carlos’ free hand, a disapproving look on his face.

“oh no no,” he tutted, undoing the last few buttons as he spoke. he pulled his shirt off his frame before throwing it to the side, leaving it as a problem for later. moving his hands to his belt, he began to unfasten it as he stared you deep in the eyes, his own darkened with lust.

“it’s my turn now to tease now cariño, and i’m going to take my time.”

[evcrmoresworld]

Breaking point 𐙚

Carlos Alcaraz x Reader

nsfw [18+] warnings! oral (f receiving), dirty talk

summary, the sun isn’t the only thing burning on the court. After a frustrating practice session, you hit your breaking point, the pain, pressure, and expectations all threatening to undo you. But Carlos is right there, steady and unshakable, reminding you what it means to let someone in, and what it feels like when someone really wants you, both on and off the court.

The sun is ruthless on the practice courts, baking the green turf to a near shine, making the sweat cling to your skin. You toss the ball into the air, twist, and send your serve spiralling—

Right into the net.

Again.

“Fuck!” you curse, the racquet cracking against the ground louder than you intended. Your shoulder aches, the pain dull at first, but angry now after an hour of pushing too hard. The brace beneath your shirt is too tight. Your patience is gone.

From across the net, Carlos watches you silently. You can feel his eyes like heat on the back of your neck, calm and steady, as if he’s waiting for you to implode. Maybe you are.

“Let’s take five,” he says gently, grabbing a towel and walking to the bench.

“I don’t want five,” you snap, grabbing another ball. “I need to get this right. I'm not gonna be the dead weight on court just because my fucking shoulder doesn't—”

The next serve is even worse, the pain flashing white-hot this time, sharp enough that your knees buckle slightly. You breathe in through your nose, trying to will the sting away.

“Hey.” His voice is closer now. Too close.

You didn’t hear him walk over, but Carlos is standing just behind you, towel slung around his neck, shirt dark with sweat. “You’re pushing it.”

“Don’t do that,” you mutter.

“Do what?”

“Treat me like I’m fragile.”

“You’re not fragile.” He sounds too calm. Too understanding. “You’re pissed off. And hurting. I get it.”

“No, you don’t,” you spit, turning around too fast, shoulder flaring again. You regret it instantly, biting back tears. “You’re Carlos fucking Alcaraz. Golden boy. You don't get injured. You don't lose your rhythm. You don't get benched and watch everything you've built fall apart.” You let out a groan, fingers pulling at your hair tie. “I’m not letting you down after you’ve risked a lot just to do this for me.”

His brows pinch just slightly, dark eyes scanning your face, your shaking hands. He steps forward carefully. “You think that’s why I’m here? You think I’m doing you a favour?”

You don’t answer. The lump in your throat is thick and ugly, and it’s all too much, the sun, the pain, the eyes on you, his eyes, kind and searching and infuriating.

“I just—” Your voice breaks. “I used to be good. I used to be great. And now I can’t even fucking serve.”

Carlos nods slowly. “Okay. Come here.”

You shake your head. “Carlos, I don’t—”

But his hands are on your waist before you can protest, firm but gentle as he guides you off the court. You resist at first, pushing his chest, but he doesn’t let go.

“Stop fighting me,” he murmurs. “Just let me take care of you.”

That’s when the tears come. Silent at first, then harder. You crumple against him, his chest warm and damp under your hands, arms wrapping around your back like he was built for this, for holding you up when everything else is falling apart.

He says nothing, just rubs slow circles into your spine as your frustration breaks open between you.

Minutes pass like that.

“Fuck,” you whisper into his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replies, fingers in your hair now, brushing it back. “You’re allowed to break sometimes.”

You pull back to look at him, cheeks flushed and wet. His gaze drops to your lips, then your shoulder.

“You need to rest that,” he says.

You nod, but don’t move.

“You’re always so calm,” you say quietly. “How?”

“I’m not. I’m just good at hiding it.”

A beat.

Then another.

And then you say it, the thing that’s been there since the first time he agreed to partner with you. “Why did you say yes?”

His eyes flicker. “Because I wanted to.”

“You didn’t have to. You’re Carlos Alcaraz. You could’ve—”

“I wanted you,” he interrupts, voice lower now, rougher. “Not just as a partner.”

Your breath catches.

The heat between you shifts, subtle but unmistakable. His hand is still at your lower back. Your palm is flat against his chest. The sun is hot, but his eyes are hotter, burning into you like a match.

“Carlos—”

“You drive me crazy,” he says, almost like it’s a confession. “Even when you’re pissed off and yelling at yourself. Especially then.”

Your heart is hammering now. “This is a bad idea.”

“Probably,” he murmurs. “But I don’t care.”

And then he kisses you.

You taste salt on his lips, but the sound he makes, a low groan when your teeth graze his bottom lip, makes your knees weak. Carlos presses into you, all lean muscle and burning skin, his hand sliding up the back of your shirt to splay against your spine.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for weeks,” he mutters into your mouth.

“You should’ve,” you whisper, tugging his shirt up and over his head in one rough pull.

Your palms roam his torso, golden, taut, slick with sweat, and he hisses when your nails scrape lightly over his abs. His hands are greedy now, cupping your ass through your shorts, pressing you flush against the hard line of his arousal.

The fence scrapes along your back, but you don’t care. Not with him kissing you like this, hungry, desperate, like he needs you to breathe.

“I want to taste you,” he says suddenly, voice wrecked. “Let me.”

You nod, too breathless to speak, and he sinks to his knees, worshipping you, his hands hooked in your waistband.

He peels your shorts and underwear down slowly, eyes flicking up to watch your reaction as he exposes you inch by inch. He presses a kiss to your hipbone, then your inner thigh, then lower still, until his mouth is hovering right where you need him.

And then his tongue is on you, warm, slow, deliberate. He starts with lazy licks, teasing your folds, before his mouth finds your clit and sucks gently, then harder, his hands keeping your thighs spread.

Your fingers knot into his hair. “Carlos…”

“Mmm?” he hums against you, eyes gleaming with something wicked.

“Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

His tongue is expert, unhurried but thorough, licking and sucking in all the right places until you’re gasping his name, your hands in his hair, body arching toward every touch.

He flattens his tongue, dragging it through your folds, then circles your clit with infuriating precision. One hand leaves your thigh to slide between your legs, and his fingers, long, talented, and confident, tease your entrance before slipping in.

You cry out, back arching, and he moans softly at the sound.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, voice low and full of awe. “So fucking perfect.”

He crooks his fingers just right, stroking deep and slow while his mouth never relents. It’s too much, too good, too intense; your legs are trembling, and your body spirals toward the edge fast.

“Carlos—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he says, voice dark and commanding, and then he sucks your clit just right and you shatter.

Your orgasm hits like a wave, crashing over you with enough force to make your vision blur. Your hips stutter against his mouth, and he keeps going through every last aftershock, kissing you gently now, soothing you down.

When he stands again, his lips are slick, eyes blown wide, chest heaving like he’s the one who just came.