#god please I need my own carlos sainz

[alicejay]

Charles Leclerc and his protective boyfriend!Carlos

I just love the way carlos taking care of Charles. I mean it's so natural and domestic. Super boyfriends coded.

[no-144444]

FIC-TOBER

Hey everyone! I've decided to participate in the regualr kink-tober stuff (in my own way) :)

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I have a fic fr every day, I'll try and get them out at roughly the smae time but with work and school I'm a little busy so please be mindful of that and also enjoy! Some of these are requests, so thank you to the people that requested and please enjoy!

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October 1st: Making moves  Enemies to lovers -> Lando Norris x publicist  reader  Why did your client have to be such a pain in the ass? 

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October 2nd: The grid: Meet-cutes! 

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October 3rd: Brother’s teammate Brother’s teammate -> Jack Doohan x Gasly reader  It’s not your fault his new teammate is hot (smau)

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October 4th: Married man Private, but not secret -> Lewis Hamilton  Married? Maybe. But why does everyone else need to know? 

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October 5th: (smut): misguided mishaps One bed trope -> Lando Norris x Fewtrell reader  One bed… what could go wrong? 

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October 6th: Love and lies Fake relationship -> Alex Albon x reader “We don’t love each other, right?”

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October 7th: mi señora Everyone else ships you -> Franco Colapinto x Williams reader  “We’ve barely ever spoken!” “He’s in love with you!” 

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October 8th: Presenting y/n y/l/n! Our fav commentator Y/n Y/l/n! Tweets about our favourite F1 commentator!

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October 9th: Judgy McJudgy Pants or Osc? You decide! Things heating up between you and Judgy McJudgy pants...

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October 10th: Losing Battle Marriage of convenience -> Lance Stroll “Children?” “No way.”

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October 11th: Temptations (semi-smut 18+) Skinny dipping-> Max Verstappen god forbid a girl has hobbies tmz. 

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October 11th: Accidental injury Injury causer-> Logan Sargeant x engineer! reader “Watch where you’re going please?!” 

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October 12th: a story for a dinner party (smut 18+) Trapped in an elevator -> Liam Lawson x driver! reader “Don’t move!” “I’m not moving!”

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October 13th: Persistent Pestering Sworn off relationships and ‘I’m in love with you’ -> Charles LeClerc  Ferrari drivers are persistent. You’re not looking for love. Too bad he is. 

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October 14th:  The grid: wedding shenanigans! ୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ

October 15th: smile, even though it’s breaking. Sunshine vs. Grumpy -> Daniel Riccarrdo x RB mechanic! reader “Do you even stop smiling?” “Only when you’re not around.”

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October 16th: Listening ears on Matchmaking gone wrong -> Zhou Guanyo x Bottas reader  How come when you try to set Zhou up, it always ends badly? (smau)

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October 17th: Admin looking for love! Secret pining -> Carlos Sainz x williams admin! reader  Why did Alex Albon feel the need to post you on his story as a ‘lonely woman looking for love’? And why did Carlos Sainz dm you after it? 

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October 18th: Creepy guy who isn't all that creepy Coffee mix up -> Ollie Bearman  Why does your cappuccino taste like shit? And why are you being followed by a random 6 foot man? 

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October 19th: Opposites attract, right? Forgetful-> George Russell  “Where’s my-” “Babe, stop leaving things lying around!” 

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October 20th: Happy accident! Accidentally married -> Max Verstappen  Good night, right? 

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October 21st: Stoic much? Secret baby -> Oscar Piastri  “You have a wife?” “You have a kid?!” 

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October 22nd: The grid: Time for a hot lap! 

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October 23rd: All grown up! Childhood crush -> Arthur Leclerc  “I had a crush on you as a kid.” “Same.” “What?!”

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October 24th: Breaking up (not making up) The one that got away -> Kimi Antonelli  “So we’re done?” “yeah.”

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October 25th: Wallflowers like flowers too Friends to lovers -> Oscar Piastri  “I got you some flowers.” “Why?” “Because they’re pretty, like you.”

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October 26th: Thoughtless love Best friends to lovers -> Paul Aron Being with him is just easy.

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October 27th:Lovers in denial Won't admit it-> Logan Sargeant  “I don’t like her!” “Exactly, you love her!” 

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October 28th: Was it casual? Scared to commit -> Lando Norris  Aren't we just casual?

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October 29th: The Grid: Late for a date!

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October 30th:  The Grid: confesses! 

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October 31st: Chancer Halloween party -> Oscar Piastri Can he figure out who you are at the masquerade ball before you leave forever?

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I'll Only Make You Cry || F1

type :: hurt no comfort tw/cw :: cheating, panic attacks, contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, summary :: you catch the drivers cheating on you, crushing everything you've ever known about him - "my heart just can't be faithful for long, i swear i'll only make you cry" - cry by cas

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Carlos Sainz | 55

There's no way he could ever recover from this. You could tell that his PR team was working overtime in order to sweep this all under the rug. They came up with the lie that you and Carlos broke up a while ago, but you knew the truth all too well.

You never broke up with Carlos, God you even thought you guys were going perfect! Everything seemed to be great until all of those photos got leaked online of Carlos with a random model. She was beautiful, everything that you were insecure about, she lacked. Not a single pimple, spot of cellulite, smidge of fat, nothing. She was like a doll, it only made you more upset.

Did Carlos ever actually feel attracted to you? When you vented to him about your fears of not being enough for him and he comforted you so gently, saying you were a Goddess that could make Aphrodite jealous. And yet, as you kept scrolling through the photos of Carlos and the model, you felt as if you were the Hunchback of Notre dame.

Did Carlos ever actually love you? He was taking this model out to trip in Paris, Spain, and Japan and yet the biggest trip you've done with Carlos is visit your home town. He took her out to fancy dinners, on cruises, and private jet rides and yet you were never even aware he had his own private jet.

He's been spamming you with calls and texts, but you didn't reply to a single one. You were too busy packing up all of your stuff as you got ready to leave your shared apartment. Taking everything with you would be too big of task for now, since you owned most of the kitchen appliances, bedding, hell you even owned the couch. So you focussed on just the basics that you needed to live, shoving them into as many bags as you could. Your best friend said she'd come over and help you pack once she was done with work. She should be with you in about an hour or so, but you have the worst luck ever.

Because instead of Carlos coming home at around midnight, like usual, he came home earlier. It only made you wonder if he only stayed out till midnight to see his other lover, making you feel even sicker to your stomach. You didn't bother to look up at him as he entered the room.

"Cariño, please, no no no, stop" He said as he rushed up to you, trying to stop you from packing but you shoved his hands away. You gave him a disgusted look, as if you no longer knew him. Which was true, you didn't even recognize Carlos anymore.

"(Y/N), please it's just lies. The media is lying!" He tries desperately to convince you but his excuse sounded so stupid, beyond stupid. There's photographic evidence, everywhere that you looked online it was shoved into your face. Not a chance of editing or AI, it was just the raw photo.

"No," you said, trying to sound strict but your voice was still weak despite the loud volume of it, "We're done."

"No no no no, please, please no." He looked so weak, pathetic. You could see the tears form in his eyes. Although you felt hurt to watch him cry, you couldn't bring yourself to feel any empathy since you've been crying for hours on end.

With perfect timing, your best friend knocked on the door. You hastily shoved the final pieces of clothing that you needed as you slammed your suitcase shut. Your best friend ran in and quickly helped grab anything else you could need, like toiletries and electronics. Carlos knew he couldn't do anything, so he stood awkwardly to the side as he watched you leave his life instantly.

Charles Leclerc | 16

Your breathing became shaky as you read the lengthy text message your friend sent you. It was filled to the brim with apologies for what they were saying, but you couldn't even process most of what they wrote since you were so busy staring at the photos of Charles kissing his ex girlfriend.

It was if everything around you just shattered in front of you, that the past year you spent with him was for nothing. All of those dates, kisses, meeting his family, introducing him to your grandma, all for nothing. What hurt even more was the fact that Charles was your first boyfriend after about 2 years since your last ex did the same exact thing.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't even hear the door click as Charles entered your shared hotel room. He just finished having dinner with his team, enjoying a great night out, something he didn't deserve.

As he called your name in such a gentle and loving tone, it made you resent him. How could he possibly act so innocent when you have a literal stack of evidence of him cheating right in your hands. How could he keep acting as if everything was fine?

You turned, tears falling out of your eyes rapidly as your lips shivered, unable to stop yourself from showing how you truly felt. Instantly, he ran to you and held your hand, so gentle and soft, yet those hands were all over his ex last week. You shoved his hand away, simply tossing your phone at him. His eyes scanned the screen, his look of concern being replaced with a face that was mortified.

"Amor," He says gently, once again his hand reaches out to grab your face but you refuse to let him near you. "(Y/N), please, I... I know... I'm so sorry."

His lack of a defense made you even sicker, how could he not even explain himself??? Not even an excuse of being drunk, being stupid, of the photos being old. Not a single excuse, meaning he knew how wrong he was and yet he still did it to please himself, completely forgetting about you.

"We're done." You try to say in a firm tone, but your throat was so tight that it became a whisper. You stood up from the bed, as you hastily began to pack your bags as Charles paced the room with his hands hiding his face.

"Amor, please stop." He says as he tries to stop you. "I-I'll break it off with her."

But you could tell, from the slight stutter and the way his eyes were darting across your face to read you: he was lying yet again. So you shook your head, wiping your tears with your hands as you ran out of the room to order an Uber to somewhere else, anywhere else.

And he didn't stop you. He knew he fucked up, and he knew he didn't deserve you.

Lando Norris | 04

Doing Lando's laundry was boring, but you knew it needed to be done. It was one of the many tasks you did for him to help make his life just a bit easier, especially since he has little to no clue how to even use a washing machine. The last time he did his own laundry, the entire apartment was filled with soap suds because he overloaded it with detergent.

As you made sure to tie his hoodie strings together and empty his pockets, you grabbed something odd out of his trousers. A hotel key card. This wouldn't have been super odd, he's forced to sleep in hotels 24/7 due to his job except the fact that it wasn't a fancy hotel like usual. You knew McLaren would only put Lando in the best hotels possible, so it was suspicious to see a random hotel brand that's known for being cheap and easy to buy.

You could feel something wrong in your guts, something telling you that this wasn't just some random bad booking from McLaren but instead something deeper. It felt extremely stalker-ish but you needed to satisfy the voice in your head: so you looked through Lando's bank statements.

And that's when you saw that he booked this room three nights ago, when he told you he was staying at Oscar's place after a huge party. You could feel your heart sink, assuming the worse possible scenario. But you tried to push those thoughts aside and see the best in him.

But that attempt was cut short, as you scrolled up and saw multiple bookings at random hotels. So many random hotels that you eventually lost track. The only things that was also being charged on his card were drinks, which were always bought in extreme amounts before booking a room.

You weren't dumb, your brain connected the dots easily: he was cheating on you. But you still didn't have solid evidence beside bank statements. Besides, maybe he wasn't cheating on you? Maybe he just gets super wasted and then crashes at a hotel instead of his fancy one to sleep? Sounds stupid, but then again Lando is pretty stupid.

So you decided to dig deeper, going through his bank history to see if he has any other odd statements. That's when you saw money constantly being sent to random Zelles, Paypals, and Venmos. You thought it would just be him paying his friends back or giving them some money - but all of the names were female. Tiffany, Rebecca, Malibu, and many more. Oddly enough it was always on the nights he got a hotel. Almost as if he was paying a girl for a service. But there's no way he could be cheating? He's just your plain old stupid Lando, right?

Continuing your stalker behavior, you searched the girls names online. And you were right - all your worst fears coming true. They were all models, drop dead gorgeous models. Skinny, tall, blonde, and rich, his exact type. And as if couldn't get worse, all of those models followed him and he followed them back. And even more worse, the more you scrolled through the girls feed: you could connect the entire story. You knew you needed to leave.

As you cried whilst packing your bags, you heard the door click. He came home, much earlier than you expected him to. Normally you'd run to him, greeting him with kisses and hugs. He went searching for you, finding you on the floor as you folded your clothes into your second large suitcase.

"Love? What's going on???" He says, panicking and trying to keep his cool. He knew that you knew, there's no other reason for you to pack besides that. Instantly, he got onto his knees, being at your eye-level as his hand went on top of yours, trying to stop you from packing.

But you flinch your hand away, giving him a nasty glare as you stared at him coldly. You wanted to speak to him, curse him out, shove all of your evidence into his face, but you couldn't. Your throat was shut tight and your lungs were barely able to give you enough oxygen to breathe whilst crying.

"Just tell me, please, please just tell me what I did." He said, as he started unpacking your bag. He took out your folded clothes, unravelling them, ruining your hard work to pack neatly. "You don't need to leave, we can fix this!"

His words made it clear that he knew, he knew that he's ben caught. And he knew that there was no way to defend his actions. Sure he was drunk, but making that "mistake" 40 times is a habit. As if to make you even mad, you saw Lando begin to cry.

As if his tears switched a gear in you, you smacked his hand away from your luggage as you hastily shoved all the now-unfolded clothes into your suitcase. "I'll never forgive you." You said with venom in your words despite your grief.

Oscar Piastri | 81

You couldn't find your favorite lip liner, it always went missing for some reason. Although you had other lip liners, you NEEDED this one, you were loyal to it. It was the best shade and buttery smooth, you wanted to use only the best products for this award show you were attending with Oscar.

But as you continued to search helplessly, you started to search Oscar's desk. Sometimes you would place stuff on his desk on accident. As you searched through his desk, you found a small little velvet box. Your heart instantly dropped, was that a ring? Possibly for you?! You have been dating for almost 2 years now, about to reach 3 years within a month. A smile crept onto your face, unable to hide the joy of possibly being Oscar's forever.

You sneakily opened the box, only to be met with a beautiful rose-gold necklace... Odd, you're not a rose-gold girl. You've always been a silver person since you were born. But the material didn't even matter, as you looked at the rose-gold plated name, "Lily", his ex's name...

Oh haha,,, you awkwardly close the box. Must have been an old gift he was supposed to give her? Except, as you examined the box, there wasn't an ounce of dust on it. And even worse, you checked the bottom of the velvet box, with a message saying, "Happy 6 Years, my Lily." The exact amount of time they would have been dating, if you never came in the picture...

"(Y/N)! We have to go now! We're about to be late-" Oscar came into the room, looking at your holding onto the small box. Instantly, his eyes widened as he quickly grabbed the box out of your hands. "Why are you snooping around my desk??"

As if you snooping was the biggest issue, and not the fact the he has a gift for his ex - or actually, not his ex, but his other girlfriend. His defensiveness and blame was shocking to you, he's never been like this before. Usually he's calm and collected, able to talk any issue out, but now it's as if he's defending his life.

"Why do you have that...?" You question him, voice weak from worry that your reassurances to yourself were all false. "Why does it say Lily?"

"It's nothing, we need to go now." He says, dismissing you completely as he shoved the necklace into his pocket. His back turned as he walked out of his office, his shoulders were tense, hands pushing his hair back as he chewed the inside of his mouth - high from nerves.

But you couldn't care less for this stupid award show, you chased him and asked again as his hand was on the door knob. "Oscar, what's the necklace for? Why does it say Happy 6 years?" You voice shivered slightly.

He was unable to answer, not sure how to get out of this. Although he's been hiding Lily for ages, now it seemed as if he was unable to do it for any longer. "We'll talk about it when we get back home." He says, trying to stall for more time to come up with an excuse and plan.

But you stood your ground, standing in the house still while he was waiting outside of the door. As you both looked in each others eyes, your eyes welling up with tears while Oscar's were colder than usual: it was as if you could both tell it was the end.

"Can you at least act fine for 3 more hours." He says apathetically, making the tears finally fall from your eyes which answer his question. No, you could not act fine for 3 hours, how would that even be possible. You guess it is possible since Oscar has been acting "fine" for 3 fucking years with you.

Your tears didn't even make him flinch, instead it made him sigh. His hand pushed on the knob as he left you in the room, alone. You understood what his silence meant: it was over. You began to pack the essential before calling your best friend to get you. Within a span of 10 minutes, the man that you saw being your future husband was gone.

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[katsu28]

ooooo “Making the other person a Spotify playlist with songs that remind them of their relationship and growth” for Lando???

thank you for requesting! hope you like this one <3

lando norris x reader, 1.3k, request something from here!

There aren’t many times you can get Lando all to yourself. His job comes with many responsibilities, as does your own. You understand the time and hard work it takes to do what he does day after day, week after week, and you like to think the two of you have found a way to balance it all. Dinners together whenever you can, texting and calling between meetings; you even have a shared calendar on your phones to keep track of your hectic schedules. 

Racing takes precedence on most weekends, of course. Some of them you’re able to attend, but lately things have been getting busy at your workplace nowadays, which means you’ve been working weekends too. Weekdays are slim pickings as well, with all of the traveling and training and things you have to get done as well. 

With all that’s been happening lately, you haven’t been able to spend nearly enough time with Lando. Late evenings at work, long training days—everything seems like it’s been piling up until the only time you really get to spend with each other on days that he’s home is right before bed. And even then, it isn’t long before one of you inevitably falls asleep first. 

Which is why when you miraculously find yourself and Lando with a totally empty schedule today, free of any work related commitments for either of you, you’re over the moon. He suggests a day trip up the coast, just the two of you and the open road. Honestly, you don’t even care where you go, you just want to be with him. 

You’d think he’d be sick of driving given what he does for a living, but he just presses a kiss to your temple, saying that driving with you is something he’d never tire of. 

That’s how you end up here, sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of Lando’s Miura, fingers intertwined with his as he cruises down the coastline. Crystal clear water dotted with boats and even bluer skies on one side, beautiful scenery on the other, and the man you love sitting right next to you—what more could you ask for?

“Like what you see?” Lando’s teasing voice draws you out of your thoughts, and you refocus to see him still with his eyes on the winding highway ahead. But he’s grinning rather smugly, a grin that only grows bigger when you huff. “It’s alright, you can stare at me all you want. I know how sexy you think I am.” 

“That’s bold. Maybe I’m admiring the view.” 

“Yeah, and the view is called my carved-by-the-gods side profile.” 

“Someone’s a tad self absorbed. You’re voted top three hottest drivers on the grid one time and you start getting a big head, hm?” 

“I beat out Carlos, baby! Carlos fucking Sainz! You’ve seen the man, do you know how that makes me feel?” 

“Is there something I should be worried about, Lan? Are you going to leave me for Carlos?”

Lando snorts, aiming a brief but still effective skeptically arched brow at you. “Please, if I was gonna leave you for Carlos, I would’ve done it already.” 

“Oh, cheers. That’s reassuring.” 

“Happy to help.” 

“Can I play some music? I need to drown out the sound of your complete and utter betrayal.” You grumble, slouching in your seat with crossed arms. Lando laughs and nods, passing you his phone. He knows you’re just being fussy for the dramatics of it all.

You scroll through his Spotify playlists in search of something that looks interesting, but one in particular instantly catches your eye. Labeled “For my love” with an absurd amount of heart emojis after, you can’t help but feel like maybe, just perhaps this one might be for you. Or for Carlos, but you’re ninety percent sure it's you. 

Next to you, Lando inhales sharply through his teeth like he’s just remembered something, hand shooting out blindly. “Fuck, wait, hang on—” 

“Lando…” You say, only slightly teasing. All previous betrayal is instantly forgotten. You shift so his wiggling fingers can’t reach the phone, giggling a bit at the garbled noise that escapes from his mouth. He’s obviously figured out what you’ve just come across. “What’s this?” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” He sighs, cheeks already flushing pink. “It was meant to be a surprise.” 

“You made a playlist for me?” 

“Well, yeah. It’s sort of embarrassing.” He mumbles, suddenly sounding bashful.

“Oh come on, don’t get all shy on me now.” 

“Alright, fine! At first it was for me. Just songs I thought you’d like, and I’d listen to it all the times I was away and we couldn’t talk. Or if I was nervous before a race and started spiraling. And then…it just turned into songs that made me think about you. Made me think about us.” 

“There’s hundreds of songs on here, how did you even—when did you even start making this?” 

Lando swallows hard, knuckles flexing on the steering wheel.

“Honestly? The day we met. Call me a weirdo, but from the moment I saw you I knew you were it for me. Took both of us a while to get our shit together, but I never stopped believing it.” He says softly, hastening a glance over at you. He smiles and shrugs, reaching out to thread his fingers through yours once again. “And the songs…I dunno, they’re just my way of remembering how we got here. I meant to save it for our next big anniversary, but you’ve mucked it all up by being nosy, so now the cat’s out of the bag!” 

“You’re so fucking cute, babe,” You coo, leaning across the center console to press a smattering of kisses to the side of his heated face. “You made a whole playlist for me and listened to it when you missed me? That’s the cutest thing anyone’s ever done, you sap.” 

“Yeah, alright. You can shut up about it now,” He grumbles, but he still looks pleased. “Have a look through it. I think I’ve got some good ones on there.” 

The more you scroll through the list of songs, the more you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. It mixes your music taste and his, and in a way, it feels very representative of not only who you are as individuals, but who you are with each other.  

It reads like a letter to you, to your relationship. To who you were back then and who you are now, who you’ve grown into together. 

There’s no doubt that in the years you’ve known each other, you’ve both changed. You’ve had good times and not so good ones too, but one thing that’s always remained is each other. From friendship, to teetering on something a little more, to finally finding love with one another, Lando has been the most unwavering constant in your life. You think that deep down, it was something you already knew, even from the first time you’d met him. 

“I’m gonna fucking cry, Lando,” You whine, emotion seeping into your words.

“Why? Is it bad? Is it too much?” He looks worried, but he can’t exactly take his eyes off the road to see why you’ve had the reaction you did.

“No, no. It’s perfect.” 

His shoulders sag in relief, and the smile returns to his face. “Oh. You like it?” 

“I love it.” You lift your joined hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles that has him positively beaming with adoration. It goes without saying, but you truly don’t think you could love a person any more than you love Lando. You don’t want to, because he’s it for you. 

“You know what else?” He hums his piqued interest, likely expecting more praise. “Carlos can suck it. I got a playlist, what did he get? Absolutely nothing!” 

“For fuck’s sake, I was kidding!” 

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Sweet As Cherry || CS55

Summary: Where Carlos is obsessed with the smell of cherries that his girlfriend emanates.

cw: pure obscenity, Carlos!dom, reader!sub, dominant behavior, teasing, smut, p in v, receiving oral, fingering, choking, overstimulation, alternate universe, omegaverse

a/n: Where did this come from? Only God and the voices in my head know. This is dirty, low, filthy and I don't regret anything here, so accept it and enjoy 🫶🏼 Can someone teach me how to stop obsessing over Carlos Sainz? Thaaaanks

"Carlos, love... I need to study" she moaned, trying to close her legs while Carlos held her thighs tightly, he hadn't lifted his head for even a second. "B-Baby p-please" Y/N stuttered, digging her fingers into his hair, trying to push him away, but Carlos responded by sucking her clit more eagerly.

It was a normal morning, he was sorting out some things with the sponsors, Y/N was catching up on her study schedule, but then the sweet, soft smell of cherries and honey began to emanate. Carlos knew, S/N's heat was coming.

His little omega was going into heat, making Carlos respond to the unconscious stimuli she gave him, and Carlos was 100% sure that if he put his fingers in her pussy, he would find her wet. And the certainty of that made his mouth water, increasing his desire for the little rabbit sprawled on the couch. Unpretentiously, Carlos made his own pheromones emanate as well, seeing S/N wave her hand in the air like a fan, her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat; Y/N tied her hair up and decided to sit on the floor, trying to stay cool, but the heat grew.

When Carlos noticed her nipples poking through the thin fabric of the summer dress she was wearing, he pounced. Y/N didn't even notice when she was placed back on the couch. Carlos growled when he saw the wet spot on her panties.

Carlos didn't even think before ripping off her delicate lingerie and diving into her pussy, he growled when her taste stopped on his tongue, the smell of cherries and honey increased, leaving Carlos hungrier, more in need of her.

He licked her like the hungry lion he was, sliding his warm tongue through Y/N's sensitive folds, she arched until her back was off the couch, moaning loud and sweet as he sucked on the sensitive bud. He was willing to devour his little rabbit, make her melt on his tongue, go stupid around his cock, he wanted her, fuck.

"Your smell, that honey and cherry smell of yours is driving me crazy," he murmured, biting the inside of her thighs.

He went back to licking her, smearing himself in her juices, S/N's breathing was shallow and became even more rarefied when Carlos's large hand pressed against her throat, This resulted in a cherry and honey bomb, she whimpered, grinding herself into Carlos' face. He groaned with surrender, with Y/N's need.

She gasped loudly as the orgasm built in her stomach, shaking all of Y/N's muscles, then Carlos pulled away, hearing his girlfriend cry out in agony at the interruption of her orgasm.

"No, no bunny, you're not going to cum now" he said, shoving two fingers into her tight hole, enjoying the tightness of the plush walls around his ring and index fingers. "You can hold it for me, won't you, baby?"

"Carlos" she pleaded, Carlos loved seeing the tears shining in her eyes, damn she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and knowing that Y/N was his made the alpha's chest rumble with satisfaction. "I n-need it so much"

"Shh, I know, I know," he said, pulling his fingers in and out without stopping, enjoying how she trembled and grabbed the pillows, with nothing more than desperation and hunger. "You're my good girl, aren't you? My obedient bunny, you're not going to cum now"

Carlos allowed his hand to grow sharp claws and carefully, he tore open Y/N's delicate dress, leaving her naked for him. He slid his sharp claws across her skin, making Y/N shiver. Carlos leaned over her, leaving bite marks on her shoulders, breasts and neck — which unfortunately for him, wouldn't stay for long.

"P-Please" she whimpered, hitting him with more omega perfume, getting Carlos drunk on cherry and honey, Carlos' dick was so hard it hurt, he was dying to get inside Y/N, being smothered by her heat, fucking her until they were both senseless.

"Not yet baby" he increased the pressure in her throat, making her roll her eyes and push her hips against his hand, wanting him to go deeper. "Just a little longer, bunny"

She cried, digging her nails into his forearm, Carlos knew, Y/N wouldn't do anything he wouldn't let her, even if she really needed to cum, that was the alpha-omega dynamic, only Y/N could give Carlos the satisfaction he wanted and only Carlos would give Y/N everything she needed.

Sainz moved away from her, listening to his girlfriend's pleading cries, Carlos took off his own clothes in desperation and pulled them by the legs, until Y/N felt the head of his cock rubbing against her clit, making her even more sensitive. Carlos growled as he thrust inch by inch of his cock into her warm and soft girlfriend, he himself rolled his eyes when his entire length was suffocated by her, the beast scratched the walls of his chest, wanting to take over, wanting to dominate S/N completely.He pressed his fingers against Y/N's pelvic bones, keeping her still as he felt himself warm.

"Kiss me, please," she begged tearfully and moaned gratefully when he granted her request, feeling her taste on Carlos' tongue and everything went to space when she felt him pull away and penetrate her again with force, causing an explosion in her body.

"Just a little more, bunny, just a little more" he murmured, nibbling on her lips and chin, Carlos thrust without mercy, hitting the sensitive spot inside her so many times that Y/N didn't even know how hadn't come yet.

She scratched his back, wrapping her legs around his waist, the two of them were a sweaty, dirty mess, the limit was near. His thrusts became sloppy, the kiss became slow and S/N more impatient.

"Now baby, give it to me now" he growled and she moaned softly, Carlos pressed his fingers tighter into her, loving how her face relaxed and took on features of pure ecstasy. "That's right baby, my good girl, fuck" he said as he came, staining her soft walls with his cum. "My good bunny"

He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her body as he carefully pulled out of her, Carlos took her to the bedroom, Y/N needed a bath and care and he would be damned if he didn't take good care of her.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Running to You

Word count: 725

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: In the midst of a bustling paddock, Y/n, Lando’s biggest supporter, cheers him on with boundless pride, proving that to her, he’s already a champion—no matter the results.

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When Lando’s lap time solidified on the board, Y/n’s heart practically exploded with pride. She didn’t care that this was just qualifying — every single session felt monumental because she saw the effort he put in every day. With a laugh that was half a cry, she sprinted toward him, pushing through the paddock crowd until she was within arm’s reach.

“Lando!” she shouted, her voice trembling with excitement. He turned at the sound, and his face softened immediately as he saw her coming, a grin spreading across his face. Y/n didn��t slow down; she flung herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he caught her effortlessly, pulling her close with a warm laugh.

“Oh my God, Lando, you were amazing!” she cried, her voice full of tears as she clung to him. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he cradled her against him. “Hey, it’s just quali, love,” he murmured softly, but his eyes shone with happiness.

“To me, it’s everything,” she replied, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. Her hands gently cupped his face, and she spoke so only he could hear. “You’re my champion, Lando. Every single lap, every single session, you give your all, and it’s incredible. I don’t need a title to know how amazing you are.”

He gazed at her, speechless for a moment, his eyes glistening with the emotion he didn’t often let himself show. “You make all of this worth it, you know,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Having you here… it’s like having my own little victory every day.”

Y/n’s eyes filled with happy tears, and she was about to reply when she heard a familiar voice call out, breaking into their little bubble.

“Oi, Lando, is your girlfriend crying for you or for your time?” George Russell teased, grinning from a few feet away, arms crossed as he watched them. Around him, a few other drivers had started to gather, each one of them wearing that familiar, playful grin that made Y/n roll her eyes.

She turned, standing a bit taller as she faced them, holding tightly onto Lando’s hand. “Oh, please,” she called out, waving them off. “As if any of you could pull off a lap like that!”

Pierre Gasly chuckled, feigning hurt as he nudged George. “Hey, I put in a pretty decent lap myself!”

“Sure, Pierre, but where’s your biggest fan?” Y/n teased right back, raising an eyebrow. “Unless you’ve got someone who’d sprint across the paddock to scream for you?”

The drivers all laughed, exchanging looks with each other, but Y/n could tell they knew they’d lost this one. Yuki Tsunoda raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning. “Alright, alright. We get it. Lando’s got a personal cheerleader, and the rest of us just have to live with that.”

Y/n grinned, crossing her arms as she leaned into Lando, who was laughing, his face red with both pride and embarrassment. “Exactly,” she replied with a smirk. “And I’ll be cheering louder than any of you guys can handle, so get used to it.”

Carlos Sainz gave a playful shrug, laughing. “Guess we know who’s winning the fan section today.”

As the drivers moved on, still chuckling and throwing each other good-natured teasing glances, Y/n turned back to Lando, feeling the world around them melt away again. She looked up at him, her hands moving to rest on his chest as she took a breath, her smile softening. “They can tease all they want,” she murmured. “But no one will ever understand how proud I am of you.”

He placed his hand over hers, his gaze tender as he looked down at her. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand how I got so lucky,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “I just know that having you here… it makes me feel like I’ve already won.”

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up, and she bit her lip to keep her emotions in check. “Well, get used to it,” she replied softly, brushing a hand across his cheek. “I’m always going to be here, cheering for you. In every race, every qualifying, every single lap… you’re my champion, Lando.”

“Good,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Because I’m never letting you go.”

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cariño [c.s.z]

pairing: Mob Boss!Carlos Sainz x GN!Reader wc: 1.3k cw: blood, implied off screen violence an: i cannot write hurt/comfort, forgive me for this raw ahh fic... i actually did most of the spanish in here myself though my spanish sucks for someone whos been learning for two years. also this better do well or im actually going to ragequit (not).

“Carlos?” You sat up, eyes heavy as you turned your head in the direction of the bathroom. 

There was a crack in the bathroom door, a sliver of light faintly illuminating the room. You could hear him clunking around inside, soft groans of pain reverberating around the room. He’d been in there for god knows how long, leaving you restless as you waited for him to somehow come back.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you tiptoed across the room, pushing the bathroom door open quietly.

A mess was all that greeted you.

You grimaced at the smell of iron staining the air, slightly pushing the gun that sat right at your feet. Various articles of clothing had been discarded all over the floor, a trail of blood stained the floors and the granite countertops.

Your eyes followed it to the bathtub, where you saw Carlos laying. His breathing was shallow, head tipped back against the edge of the bathtub, exposing the cuts all over the visible upper half of his body. 

He wore nothing but a white undershirt, pants seemingly still on as they weren’t among the pile of clothes you’d seen earlier. Hearing you shuffled seemed to wake him from his dazed state, head turning in your direction. You froze.

The low lights seemed to cast a shadow over his eyes, barely hiding his bloodshot eyes, full of frustration and irritation as he stared at you. 

“Creí haberte dicho que no me molestaras (I thought I told you not to bother me)…” He trailed off, annoyed expression on his face softening into something less harsh at the sight of you, “…Y/n. Is something wrong?”

“What happened?” You murmured softly as you approached him, causing him to try to sit up in the tub as.

“Nothing cariño, please go back to bed, I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep.” He groaned, offering you a faint smile as if to comfort you. In all honesty, it made you all the more unsettled at his disheveled appearance, like an itch you couldn’t seem to rid yourself of.

“Carlos, who’s blood is this?” The question made the smile drop off his face, a closed off expression taking its place as you got closer to him. 

“You don’t need to worry about it.” He snapped suddenly, glaring at you as if daring you to take another step closer. “No más de esto, déjalo cariño (no more of this, let it go sweetheart).”

You didn’t listen to him, gently sitting yourself down next to the tub. The cold was a sharp contrast to the heat in your legs.

Looking over, his hand was covering his waist, teeth gritted in pain as you reached down to move his hand. 

Pausing, you looked to him for confirmation and he nodded, despite his former reservation about you seeing him in that state.

Gingerly, you lifted his hand off, eyes widened at the sight of blood soaked in his shirt.

“Te lo dije (I told you),” He retorted with a frown, “I told you so, I didn’t want you seeing all of this.”

“Could you roll it up so I could at least see what's wrong?” You fretted, fingers lightly running up and down the ribbed material of his undershirt.

Exasperated, he obliged, pulling the material that seemed to stick to his skin.

“What the fuck happened…” You trailed off, breathing becoming uneven as you scanned the expanse of his wound, cutting through his skin and exposing the flesh. His ribs were bruised up, various other cuts around the area of the wound.

Worst of all, the coppery smell seem to burn your throat, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight.

“Breath, mí felicidad,” He groaned, bringing up his hand to your own and caressing your knuckles, “I’ve had worse happen to me, and you panicking will not make things easier.”

“But we should call the doctor-”

“We can’t,” He insisted, straining as he sat up to look at you, “You need to do it. There should be a first aid kit in the cabinets, can you get it?” Even as he was bleeding out there in the tub, he had such an intense gaze, mixed with some form of adoration as he watched you.

Reluctantly you got up, opening up the cabinets to shuffle through the boxes, hands eventually hitting something in the back. You pulled out a big black box, and he nodded as confirmation that it was indeed the right box.

You were shaking slightly as you set it down next to you, opening up the box. There were various supplies such as painkillers, bandaids, gauze, even sterilized materials resting at the bottom in their packets.

You shakily cleaned your hands, pulling out everything you could need before putting on the gloves you had found sifting through the box.

“What- what do i do now Carlitos?” You whimpered, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat as you pulled the antiseptic out. 

He grimaced at the sight, but nonetheless shook his head, moving so he could show the wound to you.

“It stopped bleeding a while ago, so it needs to be cleaned so that it doesn’t get infected, then we can think about stitches.”

The thought made your stomach churn but you pushed aside the nausea, gently dipping a cotton ball in antiseptic and bringing it to his wound. He hissed as you wiped away the dirt and sweat, his jaw clenched tightly, but he didn’t protest.

At some point during the whole process, his hand had reached up to you, running up and down your arm rather gently for someone having a needle stuck in them. You could hear him wincing softly, licking his lips as you pulled the needle through his skin another time. 

His grip on your arm tightened a couple times, but not to the point of making you uncomfortable, more as a way of telling you it hurt even if he put on a stoic expression.

The final stitch was made, and you could finally breathe a sigh of relief as you wrapped the gauze around his waist.

Done," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "You'll be okay now?"

“Sí, gracias mí amor (yes, thank you my love),” He murmured, offering you a kiss on the forehead as he hauled himself out of the tub, seating you down on the lid as he limped to the sink. You sat in silence as he wiped the blood off himself, watching as he grimaced at the bruises and various other cuts.

The gravity of the situation was still fresh on your mind, a sense of unease as you watched him lean over the sink.

“What happened tonight…?” You stopped, noticing how he had tensed up once again. You had touched a sore spot, obviously one fresh in his mind. “If you don’t want to answer-”

“Some fucker brought a knife and tried to sabatoge me during the meeting, but I made sure to personally take care of him before I left the room. I couldn’t say the others were very happy with me, I think they were just unhappy it wasn’t me who dropped dead this time.” He chuckled incredulously, heart dropping to your stomach as the implications of what could have happened floated through your head.

He must have noticed your reaction, because his simpered smirk slowly turned into a look of realization about what his words must’ve meant.

“Ay cariño, i didn’t mean to worry you like that,” He cooed, reaching over to pull the hair out of your face, “I love you. You trust me, don’t you?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch.

“Venga, dímelo (come on, tell me) cariño.”

“I do trust you,” You repeated to him, looking into his eyes as he broke into a faint smile, “just promise me you won’t come home like this, don’t die on me.”

He stroked your hair, bringing you closer to him. “And I will, mí amor, I will.” 

You didn’t have to know of the things he did to others, the things he’d done just to come home to you. All that was important, at the end of the day, was that he’d always come back to you.

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bro code. pt3.

part 1. part 2.

carlos sainz jr x reader.

fc: bruna marquezine.

note: sorry for the mistakes this might have, english isn’t my first language and this is the longest fic i’ve ever written :) btw this will be the last part.

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carlossainz55: happy birthday to the person who owns my heart. you helped me experience true love, and for that i’ll forever be grateful. your heart is pure and you always want the best for people, i love every little detail about you, like the way you always count to three before jumping into the pool because you were afraid of it when you were younger, or the way you always kiss my forehead before every race because you say it’s my lucky charm. you are my lucky charm, mi cielito. i love you so much y/n, thank you for giving me the chance to show you how you deserved to be loved.

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y/n: how dare you making me cry on my birthday carlos sainz :( i love you more <3

carlossainz55: @.y/n not possible, i’m bigger than you so i can hold more love for you.

fan1: I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES

fan2: WHEN IS IT MY DAMN TURN

fan3: god it’s me again…

fan4: im going to kms in front of them to change the trajectory of their lives istg

fan5: GOOOOOOSH CARLOS IS ABISDODLLD

landonorris: damn sainz, even i am tearing up

fan6: just get married already

fan7: after n*ymar, y/n deserved a man like that

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neymarjr: my heart is empty without you, you’ve blocked me so i can’t wish you a happy birthday privately but please y/n come back to me. you succeeded, that stunt you pulled with that random driver hurt me, you can stop now. i know that you miss me and want to comeback so please y/n be reasonable. i made a huge mistake and i’ll never forgive myself for what i did to us.

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your day went terribly, it was your birthday and you were excited for it but your day was completely ruined with neymar’s post. because of course, you saw it the second he posted it. your agent called you, panicked and told you to avoid social media, but it was too late. you were home when you saw it and had a huge panic attack. you didn’t tell carlos and you prayed that he didn’t see the post which was very unlikely since neymar mentioned him. you were more mad at the fact that he disrespected carlos because he didn’t deserve it. even if your relationship was fake to the world, carlos was nothing but a sweetheart to you. you even hoped that the moments you shared with him were true.

carlos texted you to come at his house to have a small party with some friends but you almost had a heart attack when you entered the house and saw all those people screaming "happy birthday!" filming you to have your reaction. carlos had a very different definition of « small party ». you saw him walk towards you with a huge smile, he was breathtaking, wearing nude pants and a blue shirt, letting the top buttons open, showing a bit of his torso. you were completely mesmerised by him, that was the effect carlos had on you.

"surprise cielito." he said after kissing your cheek, he wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you a hug. you melted in his touch and smiled at him. "you didn’t need to do all that, carlos." you said. "nonsense, it’s your birthday after all." you smiled at him and kissed his cheek before some friends of yours came to greet you and wish you a happy birthday. carlos’ purpose was to make your birthday special, especially with what happened earlier with your ex. he knew how this whole situation affected you deeply, even if you tried to hide it from him, carlos saw right through you. he could tell if you were upset just by looking at your face.

"umm, carlos?" lando’s voice took him out of his thoughts, he looked at his friend but frowned when he saw the look on his face. "look who showed up." lando whispered as if the whole room didn’t see who came uninvited. you gotta be kidding me. carlos turned around to see where you were and his heart tightened when he saw the look on your face, pure sadness. anger took over him immediately, that son of a bitch made you sad on your special day. carlos wasn’t going to let that slide. the spaniard quickly made his way to neymar who was asking people about where you were. the driver roughly turned the brazilian around so he could face him. neymar was about to say something to the person who just interrupted him but he only rolled his eyes when he saw carlos.

"what do you want sainz? where is my girl?" he asked, looking over carlos’ shoulder. neymar looked very drunk. carlos could feel anger buildup inside of him. how dare he? "you’re in my house so, i’ll ask you once and once only, leave before i make you leave." carlos said through gritted teeth. neymar scoffed before taking a step closer to the spaniard, being almost forehead against forehead. "are you threatening me, hijo da puta?" carlos was about to respond when charles and lando quickly appeared to separate the two of them. "okay, it’s enough now boys." charles said trying to lighten the mood. "move! i’m not done with him!" neymar pushed charles away which made carlos even more mad. "listen here, little boy. first you steal my woman and then you disrespect me in front of all these people. you think i’ll let that slide, coño?" the brazilian added while pushing carlos with his finger. at this point there was nothing charles or lando could do to stop them. "let me clarify one thing, junior, she was never yours to begin with. and trust that now that she has tasted true love, she’s never leaving." carlos said with a smile, which made neymar go crazy. the footballer grabbed carlos’ collar. "you made her cry for weeks, you destroyed her completely, and now you dare to show your face and claiming her as your woman? how dare you call yourself a man and make the woman you’re supposed to love and cherish, cry?" the spaniard said before getting closer to neymar’s ear. "if you dare to even whisper her name in your sleep, i’ll come for you, neymar da silva santos junior."

neymar finally let go of carlos before leaving quickly. the driver was now concerned about where you were hiding. as he was looking at the crowd of people, who were still talking about what just happened, lando approached his friend. "she’s with luisa and charlotte, they’re on the balcony." carlos nodded before patting his friend’s shoulder as a thank you. he quickly made it to his balcony where the girls were talking, luisa noticed him and patted charlotte’s shoulder to tell her that they needed to go. carlos sent them a thankful smile before walking towards you. your back was facing him and you were too lost in your thoughts to even notice his presence. he gently hugged you from behind which made you jump before you recognised his fragrance. "carlos." you simply said. "yes, cielito, are you okay?" he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. you sighed before looking up at the moon, shining on the both of you. "i guess? is he gone?" you asked with a small voice, feeling the tears threatening to fall again. "yes, for real this time." you frowned before turning around to face carlos.

you were still extremely close as his hands were on your waist and your hands on his chest. he looked ethereal under the moonlight. "carlos, what am i to you?" you finally asked the question you were scared to even ask yourself. carlos smiled before moving his face closer to you. "you’re the love of my life." and then he kissed your lips. he kissed you like you’ve always dreamed to be kissed. with love, respect and passion. carlos was the first one to break the kiss, he looked at you and replaced a wild strand of hair behind your ear. "none of this was fake to me, every word, every attention, everything was real to me."

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y/n: thank you everyone for all the birthdays wishes! and thanks to my amazing boyfriend for throwing this party for me. i love you to the moon and back, handsome and i thank god everyday for giving me the chance to be your girlfriend.

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[f1version]

DISTRACTION ★ CS55

pairing: carlos sainz jr. x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

summary: Carlos is stretching while you are trying to work. Keeping your eyes off him is harder than you thought.

or this request

warnings: teasing, kissing, spanish pet names, shirtless carlos, just carlos in general and reader being overwhelmed by that.

word count: 840

It's been about an hour since Carlos asked you to get in the pool with him. You would have, but after looking at all the work you had due, all he got was a no. So now he is looking for revenge.

He has been stretching for the past 10 minutes. No shirt. Wet from the pool.

Carlos is good-looking, everyone knows that. You know that. He knows that, and he's using it against you.

Each time you look up information, you end up with Carlos' face on your laptop. Each time you focus enough to write something, you hear a small moan coming from Carlos' mouth. Each time you get lost in thought, your eyes end up on Carlos' body.

This is impossible. He is impossible.

You close your eyes, draining all thoughts from your mind, miraculously being successful in the process. There was nothing but a dark void, all of Carlos' intense presence forgotten.

Peace.

"Mi vida?"  His voice trembles in your head, making your eyes fly open, cursing everything and everyone in this world "Are you okay?"

Oh my god. He looked so innocent, brown eyes wide and soft, you almost fell for it. He was playing games that are hard to win.

"Yeah, I'm good" You answered, "I just need to finish this article for tomorrow."

He nodded, "Maybe after you finish, we can have a little fun," He said, winking and then continued stretching.

How is he even real?

He just says things, does things, and you know they are on purpose. You know how he wants you to see him. He wants you to want him.

You turned to look at him once he was focused on whatever he was doing at this point. He is gorgeous. His tanned skin traced by the sun, glowing because of the sweat and water, mouth slightly open, breathing deeply, eyes shut.

You saw him smile to himself, it was so sudden that it made you hyperaware of yourself. You were almost on your knees, eyes fixated on him. And god, you swear you had just whimpered. That's why Carlos was smiling.

Fuck him.

"You are the worst." You heard yourself say, no longer concerned about work. Well, maybe a bit, but you had to enjoy your time with him.

"Hm? Did you say something, cariño?" He had heard you. He does this regularly when teasing you, lying about not hearing you. You don't think he notices this habit of his, but you do. And you love it.

"Can you come here, please, amor?" You ignored his comment, you had to end this now, he is too much of a distraction.

The Spaniard nodded, smirk on his lips. Positioning himself in between your legs when he got closer. He was looking at you now, his eyes were mischief as he said, "Is everything okay with work?"

And you kissed him. Kissed him as if he were the only thing you needed, kissed his burning lips without fear of melting. Lips that, with the eagerness, moved faster, tuning to the rhythm of his racing heart. His hands were now on you, your own pair on him, both touching every inch.

Carlos lets out a whimper, and you believe that is the most beautiful sound in the world, because he is the most beautiful man in the world.

You moan in response, Carlos taking the opportunity to wrap your legs around his torso, lifting you as he stands, his mouth never leaving yours.

He starts walking and you know you have reached the bedroom when he almost knocks you over with a couple of doorframes. He kisses your neck, leaving small bites and marks on those places he knows drive you insane.

When you feel yourself falling onto the mattress, your legs never leaving his waist, you turn the two of you around, straddling him.

"You are the devil. You know that, right?" You say, and he smiles, bringing you down for a kiss. You start moving around, leaving his lips, kissing his chest, moving your hips, all making Carlos curse and call out your name.

"Mierda" He whispers, eyes closed, "Don’t stop, sweetheart.”

But you do stop.

His eyes open fast when he doesn’t feel you near anymore, his hands try to catch you before you stand up. You are faster.

"What the fuck?" He protests, sitting up while you go through the door.

"I told you I had to work, amor." You say, "But since you decided to be such a tease, I had no more options."

He looks too stunned to speak… and turned on, very turned on.

"Cariño,"

"We can finish this tonight, how's that?" You wink at him. "See ya.’"

That's the last thing you say before running away, leaving a desperate Carlos who has declared war against you in his head.

translation:

amor love mi vida my life cariño sweetheart mierda shit / fuck

[pucksandpower]

Hi! Can i req a soft launch with carlos sainz? Thank you🖤

Carlos Sainz x girlfriend!Reader - Instagram AU

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[drsbutmakeitspicy]

Maybe on the "Am I a human chair?" AU

PART I - PART II - PART III

Carlos Sr. Found out about their relationship in a funny way

(I'm sorry for grammar mistakes, and also I didn't write the dialog between Carlos and Cenamor in spanish cause as much as I can understand everything I'm horrible at writing and speaking Spanish (it always turn into a weird portunhol by accident 🤭🫣) so imagine that whole last scene is in spanish please.)

Also, quick reminder, this is more of a brain vomit than a real structured fic

Carlos calls Oscar on video, asking how he is doing after the DNF

"Amorcito, how are you feeling? What did the doctors say?"

"I'm high as fuck, got cracked ribs and a concussion" Oscar is blinking slowly and Carlos finds it adorable.

"I just finished media, the team meeting was rescheduled for tomorrow, I'll see you soon Amor."

"Kim said I can't shower alone so hurry up."

"Tell Kim I 100% agree with him."

Oscar can see him moving around grabbing some stuff from his driver's room to bring back to his hotel room.

"He's not here right now" Carlos stops.

"He left you alone?"

" 'm not alone" Oscar is giggling and messing with his own hair with his free hand.

"You're so high baby, it's funny. Who is with you then?" He watches Oscar's phone be grabbed, as it turns Carlos feels his blood run cold.

"He needs to sleep now." Carlos Sainz Cenamor, his father, who Carlos completely forgot he gave a spare key of his hotel room a day before.

"Uh, yea. I'll finish getting my stuff and uh yea bye."

His dad will be pissed at him for hanging up like that.

Oh god.

Things are not as bad as he imagined, Oscar as his Dad are talking about racing, the McLaren driver is lying down on the bed with a towel put on his eyes, wearing Carlos Ferrari Jacket.

His dad is sitting on the sofa, he looks at him, amused to see the lack of color on his son's face.

"He refuses to sleep, says he wants to see you first. Is it a McLaren requirement to be stubborn?"

"Papa Yo-" He whispers in an apologetic tone

"Eres mi hijo, no creas que eso cambia mi amor por ti." - Cenamor says as he gets up and pat his son's back. - "He is here now Oscar, you can finally sleep, no?"

They hear Oscar make an agreeing sound, his right arm out of the bed, hand grabbing the air, calling Carlos over.

Cenamor tells him he will wait outside, something about having calls to make. Carlos sits down by Oscar's side as the door clicks.

"How are you feeling Cariño?"

"I want a kiss. My lips aren’t bruised, the doctor didn't say anything about kissing."

“I'll give you one and you will rest okay? When you wake up again to take your meds I'll help you shower."

Carlos says against Oscar's lips before closing the gap between them. It's slow but sweet, Oscar's hand goes to his hair and as Carlos breaks their kiss the other pulls him back in, whispering "One more."

After three kisses Oscar is out like a light.

—-

Talking with his father goes well, he is not disappointed in him, he doesn't understand how they got involved, with the amount of times they fought in and out of track but doesn't ask.

"I knew one day you would end up with a McLaren driver, I just guessed the wrong one."

"Papa!"

“Reyes and I adopted Lando since your McLaren days because of that y'know? We both were sure one day you would come over with him and tell us."

"I never had romantic feelings for Lando! And it may not look like it but he is straight, Papa."

"Hmm, I'll have to call your mom back, we thought you broke up with Lando last year, we thought he didn't spend new years with us because of that."

“When? Wait, when did you give mom a call??"

"I left you and Oscar alone so I could call her. She asked if now you will stop with those PR relationships contracts. You know she hates those. She said she read early today some good things about your boy."

His face is all warm and red, he feels like a teenager, embarrassed about having a crush, but also he feels glad to have such a wonderful family by his side.

His dad's phone rings, Reyes’ picture shows up.

"Here, talk to her, she wants to see when we all could have dinner together so she could meet Oscar”

[formula1fanfiction]

Lando Norris / Carlos Sainz

Title: you belong with me

Pairing: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz

Characters: Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc,  

Prompt: relation between Norris and Piastri during the all year make Sainz so jeaouls. All the videos, chattings, jokes and time that Norris share with Piastri made Sainz too jealous and he decided to remind Norris he is belong to. Top Sainz

Carlos has finally got Lando to himself, he's sick of Lando always laughing and joking with Oscar, spending all his free time with the young Australian, never leaving enough time for Carlos himself, his boyfriend.

"I missed you, so fucking much." Carlos squeezes Lando on the ass and goes to kiss him, only to have his hands roughly pushed away with a giggle. "Stop it, Osc is getting in." and that moment the bane of Carlos life enters the lift with a small smile.

"Hey, Carlos." Carlos doesn't even justify him with answer just scowls at him. "Stop being rude Carlos." He hears Lando telling him, but he ignores him as well. The elevator is filled with the McLaren boys having a joke, only elevating Carlos' anger.

"This is our floor, Lando." Oscar smiles stepping out of the lift. "Do you want to come back to my room and play some play station?" Carlos presses the closes door button. "No, he doesn't want to go your room." Carlos watches in delight as the elevator doors slide closed in Oscar's face.

"What the fuck was that?" Lando has his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised as they make the descent to Carlos' floor. "Why do you spend so much time with him? I'm your boyfriend, not him."

"Aww Carlos, are you jealous?" Lando leans in and presses his lips against Carlos' own, the kiss is slow and passionate and it's exactly what Carlos needs to put out the fire of fury in the bottom of his stomach. They both abruptly jump apart when the elevator dings and the door slides open. Luckily no one else is standing there.    

"I'll race you back to your room." Carlos is suddenly caught off guard as Lando snatches they key card from Carlos' hands and runs towards the room. Carlos never recovers from Lando's head start and gets to his room in time, just to have the door slammed in his face. "Now you know how Oscar feels." Lando's giggles can be heard from the other side of the door. That little bastard.

"Lando, let me in please." Carlos knocks on the door, all he can hear is Lando laughing pressed up against the door. "Lando please. It's my room." Carlos keeps shouting, until he sees the red pants and the red hat of his teammate Charles walking towards him. That's all he needs, great.

"Did you lock yourself out of your room, Carlos?" Charles has a smug smile on his face. "No." Carlos growls back. Charles raises an eyebrow, when Lando's giggles can be heard. "Oh, I see." Charles smirks as he walks away.

"Oh fuck you Charles, don't act like you and Gasly don't fuck every night." Charles flips the bird in response, and quietly enters his room. Fucking Charles.

Carlos squeals, falling backwards into his room, Lando catching him off guard and opening up the door. Lando laughs his ass off, watching Carlos get back to his feet.  

"You'll be sorry for that." Carlos squares up towards Lando, who looks ridiculously adorable smiling like that, god Carlos is in love with him. "We'll see about that." Carlos squeezes Lando's hips and ghosts his lips against Lando's. "You are mine, Lando."

"I don't belong to anyone Carlos." The giggles give him away as well as the blush spreading from his cheeks, all the way down to his beck and beyond the papaya of his team shirt.   

“I am going to fuck you, Lando and you are going to like it. By the smile creeping up on Lando's face, Carlos is sure he will. "What are you going to do to me Carlos?"

Carlos grabs the collar of Lando's shirt and furiously tears it off, buttons scatter across the bedroom. Carlos wastes no time, claiming what is his and bends his head, taking one of Lando's nipples into his mouth and bites down hard. "Fuck, me Carlos." Lando pulls harshly on Carlos' hair in response.

"Mine, all mine." Carlos mumbles against Lando's chest, licking over his stinging nipple in a silent apology. Carlos brushes his hands over Lando's body, hot and perfect under his fingers until they bump against the buckle of his belt.

Carlos makes quick work of the belt, letting drop to the floor with a clang, then furiously ripping down his jeans and boxers in one swift move, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. "Can't hide how much you want me."

"Not trying to hide anything." Lando mumbles with a gasp as Carlos swipes up the belt from the floor and very lightly spanks Lando's ass with it.  

"You deserve that Lando, flirting with Oscar when you should only have eyes for me." Carlos spanks him a few more times with the belt, not hard enough to leave a mark or anything.

Carlos backs Lando up to the bed, until the backs of his knees hit the frame, only then does he push him back onto it, with such a force that he bounces on the bed a couple of times.

"Fuck, Carlos. I do only have eyes for you, only you." Lando's eyes never leave him as Carlos rips off his own clothes, it feels a little satisfying seeing the torn shreds of the Ferrari shirt, mixed in with the papaya of the McLaren of Lando's. He doesn't let himself dwell on that right now and jumps up on the bed to join Lando, bottle of lube in his hand.  

Lando spreads his legs and lets Carlos settle between them, letting out a pornographic little gasp as Carlos presses two lube slick fingers against his entrance and thrusts them inside. Carlos gives him no time to relax before he pushes in a third finger! He quickly thrusts them in and out until he finds what he's looking for, judging by the loud moan falling from Lando's lips. Lando groan's again more deeply when Carlos keeps on brushing his fingers against it with every thrust, reducing Lando to a withering, begging moaning mess. Carlos' favourite type of Lando .

"Please, i'm going to come." Carlos abruptly stops his finger fucking and slaps Lando on the thigh, it stings this time, leaving a blooming red hand print against the tan skin. “you don't come until I say so” Lando throws his head back into the pillows and groans in response. "Get on with it then."

"I don't see why I should, when you haven't been a good boy at all." Carlos lets his fingers slip out of the younger man all the same, his own cock begging to be touched now.

Carlos throws Lando's legs over his shoulders and bumps the head of his cock against Lando's slick entrance and not so gently pushes inside, both of them cry out in pleasure, feels so good to be buried inside of Lando, it's where he's meant to be.

"Fucking hell Carlos." Lando fists the sheets as Carlos slams balls deep inside of him. Carlos, doesn't give him any time to adjust, he doesn't need it or deserve it. He starts a rough fast pace, pulling loud moans from Lando with every thrust.

"Mine, mine, mine." Carlos growls, speeding up even more sinking deeper with every thrust until he hits Lando's prostate dead on. "I don't know how long I can last." He sounds so desperate and pathetic, Carlos loves it.

Carlos slams into the sensitive bundle of nerves with every single thrust, he can see how hard Lando is holding back, desperately trying to stop himself from coming. "Come on baby, come for me, your one and only." Lando moans in pure relief and it only takes one more hard thrust on his prostate and he's coming hard, screaming "Yours. yours. yours." As he paints his belly milky white, sinking back into the sheets boneless.

"Mine, all mine." Carlos slows down, pressing his forehead against Lando's his own orgasm close now. "Mine." He presses his lips against Lando's as he comes, gasping into the younger mans mouth as he fills his arse with his come.

Carlos grunts as he rolls himself onto his back, taking Lando into his arms, where he belongs.“You are hot when you are jealous” Lando can't keep the smirk off his face. “You need to know you belonged to” Carlos smiles back, giving him a quick kiss. "Anyone would think you did it on purpose.

"Oh Carlos, you are slow."

[watercolor-hearts]

(Not so) secret relationship for @lecsainz56. I hope you like it! 😊

(I was too scared to use Google Translate Spanish but in my mind Carlos' family speaks Spanish in the story so please imagine it like that. 😃)

Carlos/Charles • 630 words • secret relationship • fluff • (after) first time • cuddling/snuggling • (a bit of) angst • nsfw (I think. I'm still not sure what counts as nsfw. But this has some nudity and things like that in it.) • Ao3 link • 2nd part

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Charles' breath tickled Carlos' skin as the boy was lying on his chest in all post-sex glow a few minutes after their first time with each other.

“We should have a shower,” Carlos said, caressing Charles' cheek with his thumb. Charles was beautiful like this, his green eyes glowing, a soft smile on his face as he was levitating between a dream-like place and reality. He had never imagined their first time could be this amazing with Carlos being incredibly gentle, taking time to prepare him, not wanting to cause pain or any discomfort, always asking for permission and everything. It was like a dream.

“We'll have time for that later too,” Charles whispered, drawing shapes on Carlos' right upper arm, enjoying that nobody will bother them because they're alone as Carlos' parents have gone from home for a few days.

“You like to snuggle, no?” Carlos asked, sliding his left hand down on Charles' back all the way to his ass, resting it on the cheeks. They were lying on Carlos' bed, all naked, Charles' body sticking to Carlos' because of Charles' own cum on his stomach. They should really have a shower but Charles enjoyed the snuggle too much to care.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, “best part. The sex was amazing too, but this... This makes it special.”

“Yeah,” Carlos agreed, kissing Charles' head and then closing his eyes. They deserved a few minutes of cuddling before the shower. There was no reason to rush.

***

“Carlos!” a female voice shouted, “We're home.”

Carlos jolted back from his half-sleeping state, making Charles wake up as well.

“Fuck, Charles, they're home!” Carlos panicked, quickly getting up to get dressed. “You need to go. They don't know I'm gay. They can't see you. Oh my god.”

“Fuck,” Charles jumped off the bed, “Weren't they going to come back tomorrow?” he asked, getting his underwear on as fast as he could.

“They were,” Carlos whispered, “I don't know why they're already back.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What to do now?” Charles asked when he was ready to go but didn't actually know how he should escape so Carlos' parents wouldn't see him.

“Sneak out on the window,” Carlos said, “You can't use the door because they would notice you.”

“Yeah, okay, okay,” Charles nodded.

“Carlos, are you alright?” Carlos' mother asked, her voice sounded closer than previously. The panic rose even higher in Carlos, his heart thundered, and breathing quickened. She can't see them. She can't know about them. Not yet.

“Hi, Mom, I'm okay, I just woke up,” Carlos shouted, hoping it was enough for his mother not to come to his room and check on him. “Quick, come here,” Carlos said, opening the window for Charles. “Be careful, I don't want you to hurt yourself. I'm sorry about... This. We'll find another chance to be together soon.”

“Don't worry,” Charles said, squeezing Carlos's hand, “Your safety is more important.”

“I love you, cariño,” Carlos whispered, giving Charles a quick kiss.

“I love you too. Goodbye,” Charles smiled after the kiss and then started climbing out of the room.

“Goodbye,” Carlos said, and then tried to take a few deep breaths to calm down and seem normal.

When Charles landed in the yard, Carlos started to close the window but the familiar manly voice he heard made him freeze.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my yard?!”

Carlos couldn't move, couldn't think. He felt like he was gonna faint.

“Mr. Sainz I... I...” Charles tried to say something but failed.

“I'm going to call the police you fucking thief!”

“Dad, no!” Carlos shouted out of the window when he realized what his father was going to do.

The conversation after this wasn't going to be an easy one.

[s-awturn]

Oh god I would be HONORED if anything please! It’s your world and I’m just fantasizing about it babe, it would be such a huge blessing if you deem them good enough to be utilized 😭

Also! Even sainz sr. has warmed up to Spix methinks, even though he is still cautious of the witch it is attached to! When reader is out and about looking for precious metals or fresh herbs nearby, it just sneaks off to stare at señor from afar to the point where it grows into rubbing against his legs soon and he just has to give in to the temptation (in my head Spix is a forest breed; mayhaps Norwegian? Definitely long fur).

Also carlos ooga booga caveman confirmed because how the fuck do you forget about CLOTHES and complain about veggies brother 😭

Lastly, you’re so sweet oh god! I was scared of sending in the first ask let alone the whole headcannons because as an ex-author on here I know how it can feel like someone is taking your world and bending it as they please, but you’re just so warm and welcoming that I’m afraid I have to ask your hand in marriage now

First, I love reading any opinions you or any other reader have about the little worlds I try to create here, so please feel free to talk about them whenever, it's always a pleasure for me, seriously!

Anyway, I really loved your hc and I'll see if I can turn it into something (more) cool, like a spin off or bonus of Moon Spell, I just need to be able to adjust my new routine, (I really hope I can do it 😩

I agree, Spix has won over the entire Sainz family, maybe it's his own magic streak? Not even Sainz Senior can resist the charm of this little scoundrel. He would definitely let her wrap herself around his legs, like "you don't like me, but I like you" and thus soften the old man's heart.

Carlos is a true Neanderthal, not even he can deny it, and his objection to clothes and vegetables only confirms this. The reader will have a lot of work indoctrinating this little wolf.

Okaaay, are you trying to win my heart? Because I'm easily conquerable, be aware of that. You are extremely adorable, I can't deal with this 😭🫶🏼

[carletes]

Hi Hibi

It’s my birthday today and I’m having a bit of a down day and to cheer me up I was wondering if you had any revolución scenes you wanted to share 💕

Happy birthday anon!!! I’m sorry you’re feeling down :(

**

“Julio,” Carlos whispered. His hands were bound to the arm of a chair in his old friend’s study. “Julio, this is madness. These are your people. These-”

“These are your people!” Julio hissed, rounding on Carlos. His eyes were wild with anger, with fear, with- with something that softened as his gaze lingered on Carlos too long. And as become his habit, rather than face whatever he saw in Carlos’ eyes, Julio turned away. He took a breath and clasped his hands together at his tailbone. “They’ve been your people from the start. They have no love for me. They never have. I was only a weak replacement for Carlos Sainz Cenamor, angel guardian.”

“You didn’t need to be,” Carlos said weakly. He hated how he felt with Julio. He hated that he still had hope for this man, his oldest friend. Who had once been his truest friend. “You could have been something else. You should have been something else.”

“Am I not?” Julio asked quietly. Carlos winced.

“Not this. Lio, you should never have been this.”

“You should have been by my side, then.”

“I will not take responsibility for what you’ve become.”

“Oh, if they could see you lie,” Julio laughed. “You have already taken responsibility for me. I know it. Even your fucking Reyes knows it!”

“You will not speak of her,” Carlos roared, and Julio laughed even harder.

“You call me a traitor, but her blood is all treachery. Exiled cousins of Her Majesty. You wept to me when she denied you! And when she took you back, how could you but run back to her?”

“This has always been your problem,” Carlos spat. “Your pettiness. You are entitled to nothing, Julio. Not respect, not obedience, not love-”

“And yours?” Julio said quietly. Carlos mustered all the revulsion in his body and, in a moment of his own pettiness (but at least he was honest), hissed:

“You were never entitled to my love, Julio. And that wouldn’t have changed for Reyes, one way or another.”

Julio chuckled, and the hairs on Carlos’ arms stood horrible. What had he done? He was the only one who could have calmed Julio, and yet-

“So be it. Thank you for saying what you should have said thirty years ago.”

“Julio, you were my best friend-”

“And that was never enough,” Julio said, too calm. The panic rose in Carlos’ throat. He could hear the crowd outside. He could hear-

Carletes. Oh, God, Carletes.

“I will deal with your son.”

“Julio- Julio, please, no-”

“Traitor blood,” Julio murmured to himself, then said, “Guards. Stay here with Professor Sainz. You will not leave this room.”

Without another word, Julio left. And as the guards filtered in, Carlos knew all he had left was prayer.

[mickstart]

You gonna hate me for this(please don’t block my ip address😭😭) but am I the only one who thinks Mick is better suited not only creating his legacy but carrying on his dads name at merc alongside George instead of going to Ferrari? Like I don’t know how to explain it but Mick and merc look like a better fit to me than Mick and Ferrari. And like I know his father wrote history in red and he could do the same but idk man at this point in time it seems like with the mordere politics of Ferrari and just how everything is set up and going, it feels like Carlos and Sainz are the more suitable combo to bring the championship/s back to Italy. And this is not me undermining Mick, god no, but rather things always seem to go awry when a driver has their main ambition of joining the scuderia(throughout history in general). Like I’m thinking Gio, to a lesser extent seb, fernando, Hill(?), Prost etc. Also this is just me not wanting Mick to be described in the light of his father. Anywho enjoy your day

sfdsfd hey I'm not gonna block you or hate you for an opinion don't worry! This is speculation and personal opinion about a career, it's not life or death.

I see where you're coming from, and I've also had this thought myself several times. Mick's not quite god the, uh, Crazy Wild Stupid Feral 'spark' that Ferrari drivers tend to have. At least not yet, I think there's plenty of time for that to develop! And I think his brand of nice pr would fit in better at merc than the political minefield of ferrari. But I do disagree here are my highly articulate points that are just my opinion!

I rambled a lot so feel free to not read but tl;d - I agree with you in theory, but in practice there's an emotional element there that I can't shake and I don't think Mick or Ferrari can either.

Because I Don't Want It. I want to see The Heir at ferrari. The connection between mick and ferrari is like... literally the only person who has a similarly personal connection to a team on the grid r/now is Charles. I don't think for Mick there is an option that isn't Ferrari. He already turned merc down once, even when they absolutely had the better team and the resources to get him there.

Why would merc take him or even plan to take him? The driver market is very competitive. They have plenty of drivers with more established records they could put in that car. I love mick to death but I don't think he's particularly wowed anyone in F1 just yet - he can't with that haas. I think it's really getting ahead of ourselves to be talking about merc when he doesn't even have midfield experience yet. If expecting him to go to ferrari is nepotism then expecting him to go to merc is just entitlement. It makes more sense to stick with Ferrari, who know what he can do very well from his junior career.

His last name actually damns him in the driver market. No team is going to want to put the resources into building their team around him when they know as soon as he shows the slightest capability of winning a championship ferrari WILL swoop in and he will probably, for personal reasons, say yes.

Mercedes treated his father like shit. They let the press focus their attacks on Michael being "washed" so they wouldn't talk about the car under-performing. They led michael AND fans on and then announced Lewis before he could announce his retirement or plans, making it look like he had been forced out. I wouldn't want to carry on his legacy with them if I were him, because there is no legacy. Just a recurring pattern of mercedes treating him like shit, first in his junior career and then again in his twilight years.

Also I know Mick is his own man. I love him as his own man and I respect him as his own man. But like. His last name is Schumacher. We can't escape it, he can't escape it, and the teams can't escape it. Not even ten years ago, Michael was on the grid. It's impossible to ignore, and I think there needs to be a nuanced way to both acknowledge Mick is his own person and accept that he's inherited a legacy and he and Ferrari have chosen to navigate that legacy together.

IDK I think you have to see that video where Seb has just joined Ferrari and they're talking to a crowd of tifosi and one of the tifosi says something like "Michael gave us hope. I look at you and I see him again, and I hope you can bring that feeling back to us" to understand how emotional that legacy is.It's not Mick being overshadowed by his father, it's Mick inheriting a legacy that holds meaning beyond him to people. He'll build onto it, he'll write his own chapter for sure. But the book still exists, and it doesn't diminish the strength of his writing to admit that.

Ferrari has always been a sucker for history. They're the only F1 team that has been around this long without a single rebrand, without ever once losing that chronological history of cause and effect. There's always an element of personal in their driver decisions - See: throwing sebastian out unexpectedly instead of just retaining him until they had a junior they wanted to promote. If Mick gets a capable car, if he shows he can hack it, Ferrari WILL sacrifice carlos on the altar. I've seen them do it to better drivers and I'll probably then see them do it to mick himself one day.

this is The Great Ferrari Masterplan. It's not wholesome, it's not what might be best for Mick, it's not even what I want for mick some days. But it's more likely than Mercedes imo.

ALSO lewis has literally just started to hit his peak. His goat status is nowhere near under threat. He could easily do 3-5 more years by which point Mick is either in a totally different situation or, well, gone.