#hoodie Carlando

[artemispt]

[stsainz]

today, i decided to wear my hoodie once again

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Today Means Amen by Sierra DeMulder // landonorris on Twitter // A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams // British GQ interview // Max Verstappen and Lando Norris 2013 // Upstream: Selected Essays by Mary Oliver // lando.jpg on Instagram // Beyong The Grid Interview with Carlos Sainz 2018 @artemispt // landonorris on Instagram // pink + white by Frank Ocean // The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us! by Sufjan Stevens // Cleopatra and Frankenstein by Coco Mellors // McLaren Unboxed 2020 // Be Alone by Childish Gambino // Sims tag // Le Gay Ghetto: Gay Cartoons from Christopher Street (1980), by Charles Ortleb & Richard Fiala // Hoodie Video // McLaren Instagram reel ||

[landonor]

@.ScuderiaFerrari: Carlando content 🫶

[artemispt]

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(finally) carlando on the grid

[adventuringblind]

The Wolf, The Bunny, and the Muppet

Carlando X Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Carlos makes plans, Lando doesn't follow them, and punishment ensues. She's just trying to look cute, is that really so hard?

Warnings: Mildly dark Carlos, Denial, Overstimulation, Bondage, Degradation, Praise, PinV, Marking, Heavy subspace, Lando being a pain, BDSM, unprotected sex (not condoned), crying, anal with mild prep,

Notes: So... this is a thing. I fell in love with this towards the end. Dark Carlos is my new favorite thing. Hope the requester appreciates my effort because this was A LOT. Jk, kinda, but I do hope you like it!!

Side note: feeding my praise kink fuels my motivation to write. I am lacking that currently.

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It's not often Carlos makes a pre-planned effort to put a scene together. He's calculated, sure, but he can also go with whatever the situation calls for.

This weekend is different. He has something he wants to try and has made his partners aware of the plan. It's not often he gets to delve into non-sexual domination. The kind that builds up into something more.

He'd been very clear about the rules after getting them off on Thursday. Hopefully enough to satisfy them (Lando) until Sunday night where he would tear them apart and put them back together.

Lando has always been the trickier of the two. She does whatever Carlos says. Lando can but chooses not to.

Needless to say, that if Lando breaks any of the rule's things will become significantly more difficult for everyone involved. Mostly for himself, but Carlos also doesn't really want to put that much effort into doing something different.

Friday is easy. Lando isn't pent up, both are dressed in outfits he'd picked out, and haven't complained about it. Not that he's expecting it. He's not going to put them in something they aren't comfortable with.

Friday practice goes well. Enough for Carlos to have the energy to tease the pair. He leaves them wanting more, for obvious reasons. There is something so satisfying about having to people who love and trust you, begging for anything you give them. Carlos loves this feeling; addicted to it like a drug.

The climate they are racing in is warm enough that Carlos can comfortably have the female wear a dress that barely brushes the tops of her thighs. It's skimpy, and he loves it. He loves the attention she's getting and how people are gawking at her. There is a primal satisfaction deep down because he knows full well she's his.

On the other hand, he had to wrestle Lando's hoodie away from him. The risk of overheating left Carlos is a predicament. The result being a grumpy Brit who wants to die of a heat stroke but complied regardless.

He manages through qualifying fine. Knowing he's going to find his girl in the garage waiting for him. Carlos gets through media with a PR approved smile. Still eyeing Lando and the fact that he is back in his sweatshirt.

Carlos edges him for hours when they get back to the hotel. His precious girl sits right at his feet, waiting patiently for direction. Eyes glazed over at simply being made to watch and wait.

Lando is sweating horrifically. Carlos left him in the sweatshirt, making him regret his earlier misdemeanors. The Brit is slobbering on the sheets, begging for some reprieve. Carlos helps him take a cold shower when he thinks Lando has learned his lesson.

He makes the podium on Sunday. He's elated, walking on cloud nine. Satisfied with his adrenaline-fueled kisses to his lovers in a back corner before he heads to do media.

It's back in the garage when Charles starts laughing at an Instagram post. It draws Carlos' attention. He looks over to see what's on the screen, only to clench his jaw in utter disbelief.

Lando, is openly flirting with Oscar. His smug look says he knows exactly what he's doing. Of everyone, it had to be Oscar. It could've been Max for all he cared. Oscar just grates on his nerves with the way he looks at Lando.

He ends up having to stay later than expected. Lando had said he was heading back to the hotel to order dinner for them since he was done. Maybe try to make amends for his earlier stunt.

Carlos takes his girl with him. He watches her shudder as he praises her for being all weekend. Not like he expected anything different. Carlos broke her a long time ago. He's still breaking Lando.

He keys the room open, expecting to see food on the table and Lando sitting patiently. What he hears instead is Lando moaning. The sheets shifted around underneath his writhing body.

Carlos just stands and watches for a minute. Lando is clearly aware he's is but making no attempt to stop. The sounds he's letting out are exaggerated and whiny. Terribly desperate for something Carlos won't give him.

"Mmm - Oscah..."

And Carlos snaps. Any semblance of self-restraint disappears. The stoic facade he was trying to keep dissolves into a fiery anger. Red hot and boiling in his stomach.

Carlos storms over to Lando and flips him without any difficulty. He pins him with one hand and undoes his belt with the other. "What a fucking brat. You can't be a slut for one second can you?"

Lando is whining underneath him. It's a pathetic noise, and Carlos soaks up every bit of it. "Desperate little thing." He wraps Lando's wrists in his bet and tightens it. The Brit lay bare and vulnerable at the mercy of Carlos' decisions.

Carlos spares a glance at the female. She has stripped her own clothes and is kneeling by the bed. He wants to drown in the sight and ravish her until neither of them can breathe. "Must you ruin my plans, Landito?"

"Just wanted to feel you."

"Yeah, you're going to feel me for weeks after I'm done with you."

Carlos motions for the girls to come to him on the bed. She crawls to him, big eyes clouded with want. "You're so perfect, amour. I'm going to reward you for being so good this weekend. Lando will watch and take notes."

Lando whines as Carlos rolls him onto his back. Rough and calloused fingers grip at Lando's hips. They tease the sensitive areas where Lando needs him most. Cock achingly hard and dripping.

"Stay put and I might let you cum tonight."

Carlos moves closer to the angelic female, looking at him like he is the only thing in the world. He strips off his own clothes and pulls her body closer to his. The skin on skin alone has her eyes rolling back.

He pushes her head lower. Her mouth opens to receive his cock with no hesitation. She wraps her lips around him with such skill that Carlos can only get lost in it. Hand buried in her hair if only to worship her. There is no need to guide or hold as he bucks his hips up and hits the back of her throat.

It's impossible for him not to take advantage of her mouth. It is harder to stay away from the edge of ecstasy. But he manages, he pulls her off him and slams his lips onto hers.

His fingers slips into her cunt with ease. Wet from the weekend of waiting. The anticipation of feeling him finally comes to fruition.

"Sir, please - I need you." The brg falls from her lips like it's her first language. All she knows is him; drowning in the way his fingers rub against her g-spot. "Need to be filled by you."

Carlos can't deny the girl anything. He burries himself in her. Eye's burning holes into Lando's as he snaps his hips at a relentless pace. "How does it feel knowing this could've been you?"

Lando whines and pouts, hips bucking towards the spainard to find the friction he needs. Carlos grants him nothing but a handprint on his ass. Tears spring into his eyes at the sting. It grants Carlos a sick kind of satisfaction.

His girl pants his name. Her tongue sticks out of her mouth in search of him. The only satisfaction she gains is from being good for Carlos.

He feels her tighten around him, alerting him that she's on the edge. "Wait for me, I'm almost there." He whispers against her skin. She scratches at his back as he picks up the pace. Her own way of claiming him, it sends Carlos' head spinning.

She's begging for it but waiting so patiently. The control he has over her is intoxicating. He could keep her like this forever, but she's been good and deserves a reward.

"Cum for me, you've been so good princessa." She tightens around him, walls refusing to let up. Her body jolts in the pleasurable waves of dopamine and serotonin.

Carlos finishes with a few sloppy thrusts, painting the inside of her white. The only thing left is their heavy breathes as they bask in the high.

Carlos praises her as he pulls out. She whines at the loss of him, so he places a hand on her hip to ensure she knows he's present while in a vulnerable headspace. It's endearing how she needs him.

"See that Lando? Do you think you can be good? Can you listen to my words like the good boy I know you are?"

Lando is sobbing. Putty in the hands of Carlos. Broken and beautiful. Just the way he should be.

Carlos takes pity on him. Places Lando in-between the girls' legs. He waits, unmoving inside of his perfect girl.

He drips lube all over his fingers and takes care in opening up the Brit, but leaves him right enough to ensure a bit if a sting still.

Lando is keening. He's trying so hard not to move; to be good for Carlos.

Carlos takes his time sinking into the Brit. Each movement sends him further into the warmth of his Carlos' perfect girl. Lando is sobbing now, begging for anything Carlos is willing to give.

Carlos finally gives in. He show the two of them to mercy. Teeth clamping onto Lando's neck to mark him and fingers pinching the girls nipples causing her to shreik.

Perfect for him.

His.

All his.

Carlos fucks them into overstimulation. He's relentless and refuses to let the moment go to waste. Not when they are sobbing in pure ecstacy.

They chant his name, and he feeds off it. He could live in this place. Only hearing them worship him for the rest of his life.

Finally, he slows. He pulls out gently and whispers words of encouragement and praise. He kisses up and down their bodies and worships them because they are completely his.

He cleans them up with gentle hands, let's them know how much he loves and adores them.

Carlos cuddles them to sleep. The feeling of their hearts beating on either side of him only sends him further into the chasm of adoration for the two.

Hearts that are beating with his in tadem.

Hearts that beat for him.

[charleslelurk]

ship of your choice, for 'lazily' please!

Send me a kiss

16. lazily

Oooooh dealer's choice! Carlando it is! lmao

Lando wakes slowly, growing first aware of his foot, blood flow cut off and the appendage heavy. Then, he realizes how cold he is, the chill leading to how he is curled up in the bed, knees almost to his chest as he is curled under the duvet. No wonder his blood flow is cut off.

Lando blinks his eyes open, the room lit by the late morning sun. He is facing out into the room and turns his body over, wincing as blood flow reaches his foot again. Pins and needles. When he looks to the other side of the bed, it is empty. That explains how fucking cold he is.

Lando has barely untangled his hands from under the duvet to rub at his tired eyes when he hears the door swing open. He blinks lazily and Carlos is coming through the doorway, a steaming cup of coffee in each hand.

"Fucking mint," Lando croaks, morning voice thick and getting caught in his throat.

Carlos smiles. He is already prepared for the day, showered and wearing a hoodie with his gym shorts. He climbs onto bed beside Lando, lying on top the comforter and handing one of the steaming mugs to Lando.

"Thanks," Lando murmurs. He holds his hands around the mug for a moment, warming his fingers. "Fucking freezing in here." He raises it to his lips to take a first sip. The coffee has cream and sugar, just how he likes it.

"Good?" Carlos asks.

Lando hums in response. The coffee is almost so hot he burns his tongue. He returns to holding it in his hands, turning his head to give Carlos a little smile.

"Good morning."

"Buenos días, mi cariño."

Carlos sets his own cup of coffee on the nightstand and reaches out with his warmed hands, sliding one onto the back of Lando's neck and the other pressed to his cheek. Lando nuzzles into the latter.

"You are being like a dog," Carlos says through a giggle.

Lando lets out a tiny, yappy bark, playing along.

Carlos giggles more, scrunching his nose up and tipping his head back. Lando sets his own mug down on his nightstand and rolls to be against Carlos's side.

"Warm," he murmurs.

"Now you are being like a cat."

Lando tilts his head up to see Carlos's face despite how he is burrowed into his chest. "I am not meowing."

"No, please do not."

Lando sits up a little straighter, leaning his face towards Carlos. "Thank you. For the coffee." He puckers his lips, intentions clear.

Carlos leans down, pressing his lips to Lando's. "You're welcome," he says against them.

Lando takes Carlos's thick bottom lip between his own, kissing him long and lazy. Slow.

Carlos hums against his lips as Lando slides his feet to mix with Carlos's. He flinches away from Lando's cold ones. But even as his feet pull away, Carlos tilts his head to reslot their lips, kissing him slow and measured.

"The coffee, Cabrón." Neither make a move to stop their syrup slow kiss. Lando presses himself more fully against Carlos, the entire line of their bodies together. He slips his hands under Carlos's hoodie, against the hot skin of his stomach.

Carlos pulls Lando on top of him. Lando straddles his thighs, legs bent underneath him and hands still under Carlos's shirt. Carlos sucks on his lip, but it doesn't escalate things. It's just nice, warm. Simple. Loving.

"You're warm," Lando says, pulling away from the kiss to flop fully down onto Carlos, pulling the blankets to cover them both.

"Oof," Carlos huffs as Lando knocks the air from his lungs. Lando puts his head down on Carlos's shoulder.

"And now you are being a koala." Carlos's voice sounds strained as Lando becomes dead weight on top of him. Lando just hugs him tighter.

[theemporium]

I feel like Carlando are such different boyfriends because you mentioned being cold to lando and he’s like right the weather is horrible here he has an extra hoodie for you do you want to cuddle to warm up? meanwhile you mention being cold to Carlos and he comes back fifteen minutes later having bought you a house in Spain or a tropical vacation for you to go and be warm…preferably with them but whatever you want

PLEASE😭😭😭

lando is just as cold and whiny as you, so honestly he is all up for layering up and cuddling together because he loves having an excuse to be so close to you

but carlos just takes a look at you both and is like, "i know exactly what to do" and now yous are all tanning by your new villa😭

[artemispt]

Bringing this back because it’s just too good 😂

Zhou Guanyu helping Nyck de Vries out of his race suit after the 2022 Italian Grand Prix​

[phebess]

Phebes, how I missed you. I need to address 2 things since it’s my home race. How the fuck Lando came here yesterday looking like a boy from São Paulo?? The adaptation is that good??? I’m being serious, if you go to São Paulo, you’ll see tons of boys with tight t shirts, backward cap, chain in neck looking like a hot wet dream. We’ve been blessed. Also, seems like Brasil is carlando’s paradise. They’re always together here and I must say, it’s almost summer and it is HOT as fuck, there’s no way Lando will walk around the place they rented in a hoodie and sweats. It’s impossible for males to wear a shirt in this weather, Carlos should be grateful because Lando’s chest is… something. That being said, I can’t wait for my carlando girlies write about Brazilian air and it’s sassiness, I’m so here for it 🫶🏻

Evieee!!! Happy home race to you!

And YES we need to talk about landos fit because 🥵🥵🥵 the whole look together has me feral tbh.

Brasil is carlandos paradise and the carlando girlies Olympics. May there be many more moments fueled by the cusp of Brasilian summer 🇧🇷☀️🤍

[wolfiemcwolferson]

My sweet friend @dm3rv hasn’t been feeling well so I wrote her a little ficlet since I’m doing that right now. 

Carlando & First Kisses. Background Maxiel and Piarles.

Max tumbles through their front door with Daniel in tow on a Thursday afternoon. He’s got an armful of groceries and news.

Lando is glad for the tea, not so glad for the news.

“He’s moving back?” Lando tries to get his voice even when he asks again, even though he heard Max properly the first time and the fourth time. 

“Next week,” Danny says, halfway hanging out of their freezer. “Something about a job and then something dramatic and broody - you know how he gets. Weird bastard.”

“He’s not weird,” Lando snaps at him and then has to watch in shame as Max and Daniel exchange a look.

They don’t know, of course, no one does. Not about the way Lando had been probably more than a little bit in love with Carlos when he left and not how Carlos had nearly kissed him, but then didn’t - apologizing with his words and his eyes and the frantic way he had fled the apartment that night.

They don’t know how much it wrecked him mostly because they don’t know how close the two of them actually were since their friendship had been built in the quite moments in the middle of loud ones. 

Danny dragging them all out to a new club opening and Lando sneaking out the back to get some fresh air, Carlos following and the two of them stealing away to share a plate of food in a tiny shop. 

Carlos calling him in the middle of the night when he was hiding from Max and Daniel on his balcony because only Lando would understand only for Lando to invite him over. Carlos would sleep on the couch and the two of them would eat badly cooked eggs together the next morning before Carlos would slip away.

“It’s only been four months.” Lando says, trying to be more neutral about Carlos. “What happened to his opportunity of a lifetime?”

“Don’t know mate.” Danny shrugs. “Just called and asked if I knew of anyone looking for a roommate.”

Lando nods stiffly, folding the bag up neatly and leaving it on the counter. “Gonna go shower,” he says quietly and then he slips out of the kitchen, but not before he hears Max say softly what the hell was that about.

.

Max invites him to the dinner that Charles and Pierre host for Carlos’ Welcome Back to London party, but Lando gives a halfhearted excuse and Max gives him another one of the weird looks he’s been giving him over the last two weeks and he and Danny leave.

The night drags on and Lando stuffs it all down - the silence between them and the anger and embarrassment of that last night and the feelings that he can’t seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries. 

He eats his cold takeaway from last night and he tries to read a book before he gives up and turns on that show he’s meant to be enjoying and then he takes another shower before pulling on his favorite hoodie, his favorite sweatpants, his favorite pair of socks.

And then someone knocks on the door. 

Lando checks his phone on instinct, assuming that he will see a half a dozen texts from Max about how he and Danny have both left their keys somewhere, but there’s nothing and it’s too late for anyone else to just show up unannounced, but Lando probably has no self preservation because he throws the door open without checking to see who is behind it and then he very nearly stops breathing.

“Carlos,” Lando chokes out, feeling unsteady and angry.

How dare Carlos show up after nearly five months of radio silence looking beautiful and tired around the edges and nervous as he shifts around with his hands in his pockets.

“What are you -”

But Lando can’t finish his question because Carlos takes a big step into his space, arms immediately wrapping around Lando’s waist. 

“Max said you were not seeing anyone.” Carlos whispers against Lando’s neck.

Which is ridiculous. He hasn’t seen him in this long and that’s the first thing he says to him? No.

Lando squirms away and glares and then Carlos - the bastard - laughs. Nose scrunched up and looking far too happy.

“Max said you were not seeing anyone,” Carlos says again, “And so I thought I would come and ask you to dinner.”

Lando’s blink is slow, he tries to give his brain time to catch up to what Carlos is saying to him. “You -” he clears his throat. “You want to take me to dinner.”

Carlos nods.

“You didn’t -” Lando thinks about that last night. How Carlos had pulled away from the kiss just before their lips connected. The way he had fled the apartment. It’s embarrassing and awful.

Carlos’ hand on his cheek and his nose is brushing Lando’s. “I should have.”

“You can take me to dinner,” Lando whispers, feeling warm all over and so so confused, but like he’s exactly where he wants to be. 

“Do I have to wait to kiss you?” Carlos laughs again, but in that awkward way he does when he’s nervous and Lando should say yes and make him wait but Lando has also been waiting months.

It’s nothing more than a press of lips. Lando missing a bit, mostly landing on the side of Carlos’ mouth, but it’s e v e r y t h i n g and Lando melts into him completely, pressed against him fully, readjusting to land more firmly on his mouth, shuddering when Carlos wraps one of his hands around the base of his neck -

“Well, I guess we know where Carlos ran off to.” 

Lando gasps, pulling away as Danny starts to cackle from down the hall.

“I am sorry, Landito.” Carlos mumbles to him before turning towards Max and Danny who are standing at the end of the hall with very different expressions. 

“Is this why you have been in such a mood?” Max points rather aggressively at the place that Carlos is still pressed against Lando.

“It’s why they’ve both been in such a mood.” Danny gasps out between his laughter. 

Lando tries to shrink away, but Carlos’ hand is firm around his waist. 

“Well,” Max drawls, “You will need to come inside and explain why you were just kissing Lando in the hallway.”

Carlos noses against Lando’s hair and whispers. “I missed you. Very much.”

Lando has a million questions, but he’s going to save them for tomorrow.

[artemispt]

Somewhere in jeddah, one zhou guanyu is relieved he's not scheduled to be present on that sofa

[formulacherry]

“Lando turns to see Carlos running down the stairs from his office. Neatly pressed Ferrari polo on his top half, soft black boxers on his bottom half and feet clad in a pair of fluro yellow Quadrant branded socks that are due to be released to the public next month.”

“The toothbrush in Lando’s mouth is red. Not orange like the one that belongs to him. ‘Hey! These ones are McLaren and Ferrari! One for me and one for you’ Lando had said, grinning wildly before throwing the 2-pack into their shopping trolley.”

““Thanks for taking care of me.” Lando mumbles, rubbing the cuff of his hoodie over his runny nose. Gross. Endearing. But gross.”

These parts ❤️❤️❤️ (and many others, but the ask would be enormous). You don’t understand I loved Carlando Domestic Bliss so much 🥰

hehe thank you! 🥹❤️

[lilghostiequinni]

Sleepy Baby

Main Masterlist Carlando Masterlist

Pairing: Baby Mama & Girlfriend!female reader x Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz

Warnings: Fluffy

Summary: You brought his son into the world, and your other boyfriend just loves watching you two together with your son, but what about when there's another baby on the way.

Requested: NO / yes

Lando was your boyfriend since you were a kid, a teenager, about 15ish; before that, he was your best friend that you had a crush on and feelings for.

When Lando joined Formula One when he first started and told you, you supported him even if you didn't want him to do it, knowing the risk he might run and how dangerous it can be, but you were still there.

You supported him and his dreams of driving in Formula One and becoming World Champion, and you would wait as long as needed.

He was your home, and there's no place like home.

To him, you were his rock; with every setback, you were there, the shoulder to cry on, to lean on. He wasn't much of a crier, but still, you were there.

His rock through everything life could throw his way, and he liked it that way, never needing more than just you.

In Lando's rookie year, the two of you met Carlos; he was a second home, a new friend who, at some point, became more than a friend.

Within a year, you weren't just dating Lando. You were also dating Carlos too.

At first, things were kept quiet, and no one knew but those who were close, but eventually, everyone knew about the relationship. At first, there were a few things that bothered people, such as the hate about dating two drivers at the same time.

Things mostly about you being a gold digger, even though you, yourself, came from money, old money.

In 2024, when Lando got his first grand prix win in Miami, things got a little out of hand after the partying, resulting in the birth of your son.

At first, after you knew about it, but before you were showing much, you wore the same clothes, wanting your pregnancy to be private and not something for the public to know of just yet.

When you started to show, you liked the public not knowing, so you wore baggier clothes, preferring Lando's shirts, sweaters, and hoodies to your clothes or Carlos's.

It was to the point that to even support your other boyfriend, Lando had to wear Ferrari merch for a few days before you went out, not wanting to neglect Carlos.

Carlos, he was amazing. He understood that it was Lando's baby and your hormones preferred Lando to him; he never got jealous when things got bad that you broke down in tears because you got bad or wanted Lando over him; he was just there and comforted you the best he could.

Of course, there were times that you wanted Carlos, but there were few.

Around 7 and half months, the doctors told you that you couldn't travel anymore and that you wouldn't be able to until after your son was born, and you were mostly healed from whatever birth plan you decided.

You decided that while you loved Monaco, Lando spent more time in England with your parents and his parents or at McLaren headquarters, as well as the times he spent with Max.

So you had a house in England near your parents that you stayed when you were in England with Lando or for a visit on the few times that you didn't go with Lando to a Race Weekend.

Then, on January 2nd, 2025, your and Lando's son, Archer Eden Norris, was born at 6:57 in the morning.

He had the same dark curly hair as his father, but his eyes were unique. One was the same as his father, and the other was the same as yours.

You decided to be a stay-at-home, never really having a real job in the first place, but you didn't want to travel. As much as you wanted to go to races, you didn't want the public to know of your baby boy just yet; you wanted that little slice of happiness that your son brought to yourself for just a while longer.

Before the Austrian Grand Prix, after Lando and Carlos left to go to Austria, you went to England to spend time with your parents.

There was no place with more love in a single house than that of your parents.

You and Archer had the house to yourselves with his dad and papa away at a race, which was normal.

The day Lando and Carlos were set to arrive, they didn't tell you a time. They gave you an estimate of around dinner, so when you went to put Archer down for a nap at around 1, you laid with the little guy as you let him suckle, falling asleep yourself.

While you were asleep, your two boyfriends arrived in England and at the house.

"Baby?" Lando called after he set his bags down at the door, with Carlos following his action.

"Carina?" Carlos calls as he moves to your favorite part of the house, the kitchen.

He looked to Lando with a shake of his head, not seeing you there.

Carlos followed Lando up the stairs as the Brit first reached the stairs, chuckled, and smiled in victory.

You were still sleeping, and your son too, when they reached your shared room after checking the nursery.

They stood at the door and watched you sleep with a small smile on both their faces.

They watch as you stir awake, being careful not to move too much so as to not disturb your son, and out of the corner, you see the two drivers just standing there.

You smiled tiredly at the two, waving them over as you lightly grabbed Archer as you sat up, and he startled asleep a little and suckled and fell back asleep almost instantly.

Lando was the first to reach you and just sat next to you, watching the miracle the two of you made.

Carlos didn't go over as fast, taking in the moment of watching the two loves of his life.

The next race weekend was at Silverstone, a race Lando won, and again, since you were there, healed, and not pregnant, you partied, your son staying with his grandparents.

What you didn't expect was that in November, in Vegas, you found out you were pregnant yet again.

After your daughter Paisley was born in February on the 13th, an almost exact copy of her older brother and Lando, it was learned that Lando was her father.

"No more, my turn next," Carlos said, very seriously as he looked to Lando holding his daughter.

You chuckled at Carlos's statement.

A/N: From this poll, as third

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[theemporium]

fluffy idea! Carlando love when you wear their clothes and not even in a sexual “I want to take it off of you” way. You’re cold? Carlos is tugging a hoodie over your head. Running out to do some errands? One of Lando’s Quadrant shirts makes its way onto you.

I love the idea that carlando just follow a bunch of wag accounts that post those paparazzi photos where you’re just walking around the street or something because they love to see when you’re wearing their clothes when they aren’t there😭

[artemispt]

In Monaco… Warming Lando’s bed for when he returns from his winter holiday 👀