#sain x reader

[frickingnerd]

sain walking in on you changing

pairing: sain x fem!reader

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, flirty!sain, implied romantic feelings

it was a complete accident that sain ended up walking in on you getting changed, promised! 

he just wanted to see you before the next battle and didn't bother knocking before entering

however, when opening the door to your chamber, he was greeted by a surprising view

you were just pulling your shirt over your head, not noticing sain right away, as he stood in the door, unable to take his eyes off you

though once you did notice him, you immediately started to yell and tell sain to turn away

and while he knew he should do as you said, he also couldn't help but get a flirty "you look so good though~" out, before turning around

you were mumbling under your breath as you quickly got changed, while sain occasionally peaked over his shoulder to get another look at you…

but with how much he was starring, you quickly caught him, tossing your shirt at him and scolding him again

sain only chuckled as he caught your shirt, turning around again and waiting for you to finish changing, knowing you'd just continue to scold him once you were ready…

[icarustypicalfall]

December

Alejandro Vargas x reader

masterpost • Ao3

Summary: And only when you feel like there is nothing left, you'll find me waiting for you, I'll make it feel like home.

Or

Where Alejandro comes home, because home is you.

Warnings: SFW, bath scene, sweet fluff <3

Note: I die for the unsexual ways of showing intimacy. I tried a new style, not really sure of it, but i just love this trope; where A washes B's hair and takes care of them in a non sexual way, and they are both comfortable and happy :( <3

“Be still my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me”

The journey from the base to home was long, uncomfortable, and, above all, tiring. Alejandro shifted, letting out a deep sigh as he rubbed his eyes, careful not to touch the still numb cut on his forehead.

The medics had urged him to get his wounds stitched up, or at the very least, checked. But he dismissed it as pointless, with only one thing on his mind: coming home to you.

As soon as the debriefing ended, he hopped into the nearest car, beckoning Rudy and some other vaqueros to join him. A younger member, barely awake, asked, "Where are we going, colonel?" Alejandro gazed at the purple sky with a knowing smile and replied, "Home."

Home.

Alejandro was the colonel, but that didn't mean he didn't care. If anything, he was the exact opposite. He checked on every member, praising some and ordering others to go straight to their family houses to rest. Los Vaqueros were his family, he celebrated their joy and grieved their sorrow as his own.

Even in his most exhausted moments, Alejandro never forgot about his long-time friend and second in command, Rudy. He made sure Rudy reached his family, sain et sauf after every mission, as he had done for the past twenty years.

Alejandro sighed, stopping at the side of the road to check his phone after the last vaquero had left. The background was a selfie of you and him, licking ice cream under the moonlit sky.

You never understood why he liked this picture so deerly, he's been gazing at it for the last two years, whenever he was away from you. As if your sweet smile comforted him and buried his dark thoughts somewhere only you knew.

If anything, it was a sweet picture, tongues out, wide grins, your hair sticking to your foreheads, a proof of the swimming session you two had beforehand.

He remembered it perfectly—the day you got married. Instead of going home, he insisted on going to the beach to have your own celebration. It was surprisingly warm and deserted. Time didn't matter to you—three in the morning. You danced, swirled, and swam in the dark water with your dress on.

To hell with makeup and his suit.

All you wanted was a laugh and a kiss under the moonlit sky. And you never found it lacking, not once, after meeting him.

You were both madly in love. Two fools swimming in an ocean of sanity and adoration. You completed each other. You longed for each other.

Alejandro reached home after the long journey. His muddy boots left traces on the doorstep as he fumbled for his keys, trying to be discreet. It was almost midnight, and he didn't want to wake you—or any of the neighbors.

Before the key even grazed the hole, the door slowly unlocked.

You gazed at Alejandro with a calm smile on your face and uttered, "Welcome home, colonel."

You were silent, still. Gazing at the astonished man. You promised, never quitting this habit of waiting for him.

He complained, nonsense about how you should rest and let him surprise you and bla-bla-bla.

You didn't give in his pleas, not even once.

You were always waiting at the doorstep, every ounce in your body craved a glimpse of your beloved husband.

Alejandro grinned, stepping inside and letting his bag fall to his side. His arms found their way to your sides, sweeping you off your feet and crashing you into his chest as he murmured, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, “Mi mondo… mi todo...”

The embrace was a burning fire, melting both of you into one. Alejandro closed the door with a kick of his heel, slowly stepping into the warm flat.

You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the cut on his temple. He winced slightly, his eyes shutting before he uttered, "It's nothing...mi amor."

You shook your head, knowing his stubbornness was just a cover to hide his pain. Not because he was afraid of being vulnerable to you, he simply didn't want you to worry. He wished for you to live your ultimest youth, without a single cloud of onus to disturb your shining sun and skies.

You were a Phoenix to him, healing every scar and cut with your gentle touch and soft whispers.

"Come with me."

You guided him upstairs to the bathroom.

The room was hot, steamy with fog clouds floating around you. The black marbelic walls were covered with small beads of water vapor, slowly racing down to the ground.

Alejandro leaned against the door, resting his against the hard material with a long and tired sigh.

You checked the water temperature, motioning for him to climb in the tub. He steeped closer, gazing at the surface of the colorless liquid. His face emerged, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He cupped your cheeks, smiling wearily. "Mi amor, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to..."

You ran him a warm bath, filled with devotion to the brim.

Just the way he liked it, with oils and conditioner that he enjoyed smelling on you. Alejandro adored every detail about you. Somehow, you had captured his mind and soul within your hands. Your little gestures only served to deepen his affection.

You helped him take off his dirty, blood-soaked clothes—thankfully not his own. The military uniform fell to the floor, followed by his torn shirt. He sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your hands trailed over his scarred skin, the cold sensation leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He remembered when he brought you to the beach, embarrassed about his battle scars, thinking you'd be disgusted by the cuts on his skin. But instead, you cradled his flesh with merciful tenderness, Washing away his worries through kisses scattered on his back. He held back his tears, letting you heal his skin and carve a lasting memory in his mind.

Back to reality, Alejandro smiled at you, his eyebrows furrowing in question at your grinning face. He was wearing cat-printed shorts, and you couldn't help but laugh as he blushed slightly.

There was no tension, no other thoughts, not at this moment at the very least. This precious moment was too good, too perfect to be tainted and corrupted by any sin, even if it wasn't a wrongdoing anyway. He saw it no other way, and neither did you. You helped him wash away the weariness of duty, making him feel at home. Could he ask for more?

Alejandro slowly submerged himself under the water, his head lazily resting on the edge of the tub. He gazed at you, silently observing your every movement. He missed this, missed you deeply. No words could express how desperately he longed for your presence.

You held the shampoo bottle, scooping some product into your hands before lathering it into his now wet hair. He shivered, letting out a contented sigh. You massaged his shoulders, washing away the aches of war and leaving nothing but love that cascaded down his shoulders like honey.

Silence filled the house, the only sounds audible were the hushed breaths he took and the occasional dripping of water from the sink. Finally, wrapped in a large towel and smelling of fresh grass and vanilla, Alejandro sat on the edge of the tub as you searched for band-aids in the small box. He chuckled wearily as you placed a green plaster on his temple.

Standing between his legs, you cupped his face, examining his very being before whispering silently, "I love you, thank you for coming back."

Taken aback, he kissed you, your lips intertwining in a gentle embrace of madness before he uttered, "Thank you for waiting, mi todo."

It was around 2 am, as you lay in bed. The scent of warm chumpurados filled the room, igniting in his soul and heart a longing for home. But, would he complain? He was indeed at home, for his heart and mind resided with you.

Alejandro placed his mug on the nightstand before resting his head on your thigh. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, gently caressing his hair.

Alejandro leaned in, murmuring nonsensical words against your limb. His gratitude was beyond imagination. Without you, he would be lost, despondent. He found his missing piece with you, you little thief, stealing his heart and claiming it as your own. He didn't mind in the slightest, willing to sacrifice his very essence for your sake.

Silently, you asked, "Is something on your mind, mi amor?"

He whispered instantly, his fingers intertwining with your form in a tenderness that would make the clouds shy away. "You... mi cielo."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you broke the silence once more. "I know, mi amor. I meant, is there anything bothering you?"

"No. Nothing at all.. when I am with you, I am so much happier…”

[dreamauri]

hello!! can i request a carlos fic where reader is spending the summer break together with him for the first time. carlos and reader are in the beginning stages of their relationship but during the vacation they get closer and closer, the relationship gets more serious. thank you 🫶🏻

♪ — 𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 carlos sains jr. x itlian! baker! girlfriend reader (fluff) “. . . spending the summer with carlito for the first time.”

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It felt relaxing, the cool Mediterranean wind in your hair and your boyfriend's warm arm wrapped around your belly. You snuggled further into Carlos' chest, enjoying the contrast of his warmth and the cool waves of the sea.

"Ey, mi amor. You're squishing me." Carlos groans as he nuzzles his nose in your neck, his palms finding your bare stomach. You jolted, giggling as he tickled you, preventing you from pulling away.

The relationship was still in the honeymoon stage. With only a months and three weeks of being with one another, you'd describe the feelings as fresh and and sweet like sugar.

You were laying on the floor, squished under Carlos when he finally stopped. You caught your breath as he held your hand and kissed your palm softly. "Off, Mr. Sainz." You poked his chest gently, snuggling next to him in the sand.

He continued to graze and admire your fingers, leaving a kiss here in there. You couldn't help but giggle once he pulled you close to kiss and pamper your lips and cheeks. The look in his eyes made him too cute to push away.

"Carlos!" You tried to wriggle away, his long lashes tickling your cheeks. "Nooo, hermosa. Stay still. Let me worship you." He grumbled hugging you from behind as he kissed and admired your back and shoulders.

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"Whoops." You winced as you purposefully wiped your cake frost full finger on Carlos' face. He paused with his cooking, giving you a look.

"I said whoops." You justified your actions, turning away before he could take his revenge. You saw him from the corner of his eye wipe and lick his cheek clean.

"It needs two more spoons of sugar." "Does it?" He held up a finger with frosting for you to taste. "Don't bite." He flinched when you licked on his finger, a little giggle falling from his lips.

"You're right." You nodded, pouring a little more and mixing the cake icing. His family was coming over to spend the night at the beach house.

So you decided you might as well make dessert. You haven't met his family before and Carlos has only been encouraging and comforting about the fact.

He picked your outfit despite your protests and did your hair. He was oddly good at it, but as expected ( he does have hair made from gold after all, he knows how to take care of it ).

Dinner went well. The sainz loved you. They thought you got along with Carlos and his sisters well ( they approved of you cake smashing Carlos ).

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Ding!

You lifted your eyes from the cake you were decorating, looking back to the window at the wall connecting the kitchen to the store part of the bakery.

A smile spread on your face once you saw your Spaniard boyfriend holding flowers. "Hello ma'am." He greeted your co-worker that came to greet him at the counter. "There's an angel I'm here to pick up." He nodded towards you.

You could help but hold in a smile and laugh, continuing with the cupcakes. How he made it through town without an army of tifosi running after him in Italy was a miracle.

You soon were able to exit the small bakery and hop in his red Ferrari. His hand found your thigh as he set the flowers on your lap before driving off. "Where we going, smooth operator?"

"We are going to—" He took a cupcake from the box you brang along. "I don't know, but I want more of these." You couldn't help but laugh. His mouth was full with frosting and crumbs on his lips.

"Don't laugh at me." He orderd but you couldn't help it, he looked and sounded ridiculous with his mouth full and lips + nose smeared with sugar.

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"I didn't know you're allowed to eat ice-cream." "I'm not." You giggled as you took a spoonful from his cone and him from yours. It was the last night of vacation and you wanted to deeply savour it. The lake you were sitting at glistened with lights from the city and the moon, making a beautiful canvas.

"I was thinking, I saved up enough money for the Italian grand prix. Monza is not a long drive, and there's family I can stay with—" "Excuse me?" Carlos gave you an unimpressed look. You could only laugh at the exaggeration on his face, making him look funny.

"No girlfriend of mine pays to see me, her boyfriend, race. Or, not stay in the same hotel room as me, the boyfriend." You could only laugh harder as he told you in all seriousness. "Mi amor, I'm the driver. You don't think I can afford Paddock passes for you?"

"Exactly. I need to show my goddess off . . . plus Lando thinks your not real so . . .—OW! Hermosa! What was that for?!" "Signore, dammi la pazienza." [lord, give me patience]

[vioartemis]

Failed relationship (epilogue)

(past Wednesday Addams x fem! reader ; Enid Sinclair x fem! reader (platonic))

Summary: just the epilogue of Failed relationship because life gave me new content Warnings: no happy end, Enid x reader (platonic) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You didn’t think you would talk to her ever again, but here you were, still not over her, so many questions in your mind. Yes, you already asked for an explanation when you broke up. But there were still things you didn’t understand.

Why would she ask you to be her girlfriend if she didn’t love you? How could she say ‘I love you’ for four months without meaning it?

You were still upset about what happened. A part of yourself was mad at her, but the other was more pragmatic; if she didn’t live you there was no point in continuing, right? And who were you to try to hold her back if she wasn’t happy?

You felt bad sending her a text months after you broke up, but you had to do it for your own good.

You tried to say it in a way that was not aggressive or mean; you wouldn’t want to make her feel bad or something. So you simply asked why she asked you out if she didn’t have feeling for you.

Her answer was… not what you expected:

It is not exactly that I did not have feelings for you, rather that I only was attracted to you for your person. To say it shortly, I can be attracted to someone for their personality, and then there’s a possibility that my feelings might evolve into something more than friendship. As for our situation, my feelings didn’t evolve in such a way. Perhaps I was not totally fair with you. If I were, I would have told you that I only wanted more dates to see where it was going. And I did not do that because you told me about past traumas caused by exes, and I did not want to hurt you. For that I apologize. Perhaps if I had got to know more about you, it would have worked.

There was a few sentences that you had trouble understanding, and you couldn’t help but think she was kind of blaming it on you, for the traumas part. The last sentence did not help.

You didn’t know what to think about her answer.

You decided to do what every saine person would do, and sent the screenshots to your best friend, asking for her opinion.

She was as lost as you on some parts.

You sighed, and turned off your phone, tired of this. It was more than time to stop thinking about her and move on.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

A month after that, you had meet Enid Sinclair. You had seen her around quite frequently, but never really had the courage to talk to her. You wanted to, multiple times, but each time ended up getting scared.

You didn’t even understand why you were scared, she seemed so nice…

But one day, you decided it was stupid being scared, and talked to her. Immediately, you knew you wouldn’t regret it.

And almost a month later, you were more sure than ever that you wouldn’t regret it.

Enid had become one of your favorite people, even in that short amount of time. She was so nice, so sweet, so easy to talk to.

You felt comfortable around her, not judged, and truly enjoyed her company. She brightened your days.

She had almost adopted one of your stuffed animals, Rise, and her evil self, Fall. To be fair, Rise had never been one of your favorite stuffed animals. But since Enid seemed to like her a lot, now you took her with you more often.

You had taken the habit of taking pictures or screenshots whenever you came across her favorite number and sent it to her.

You had some more inside jokes, but it would be too long to talk about them all.

You were so glad you had a friend like her, even if her taste in food was questionable. You knew you could trust her and talk to her about anything, and you hope she knew she could too.

If there was one thing you learned thanks to her, it was that love wasn’t everything: good friends were as important -if not more- than a lover.

[mlmxreader]

Parc Cenedlaethol Arfordir Penfro | John Price x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ “face it, we’re lost” john price x gn!reader but it’s a camping trip and price is a stubborn man 😭 - @mockerycrow ❞

: ̗̀➛ you and Price try to have a nice holiday whilst visiting Parc Cenedlaethol Afordir Penfro, but unfortunately, Price has far too much English arrogance.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

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It was your idea, initially. Going to Parc Cenedlaethol and then travelling to Bannau Brycheiniog and Eryri.

You wanted to show Price the beautiful landscapes that could be seen and taken in; from the gorgeous sandy beaches through to the wild inland hills and all the way up to the mountains where the falcons didn't even dare to fly.

Price was on board at first, and was more than happy to arrange the necessities; tents, sleeping bags, food, drinks. Tobacco, papers, filters and at least two lighters plus spares.

He insisted on taking his car, as it was bigger and more suited to the roadtrip; a large, black estate car, it managed to fit everything in the boot and still have room to spare.

It wasn't anything like England, Price had to admit.

It wasn't stained with bird shit on every street and coated in cigarette butts; it wasn't ruined by uncaring councils who left dangerous pot holes in the roads, it wasn't dominated by middle class idiots who flew England flags and refused to admit that they don't know their own history. It wasn't covered in litter and filled to the brim with disgusting smells and far too much noise.

No, it was beautiful. Bae Sain Ffraid was stunning. Quiet and peaceful, not a single England flag in sight. It wasn't coated in litter, there were no cigarette butts every two steps. No pot holes. The flag of Cymru flew high, but with pride and resilience instead of dominance and an iron fist.

The air was fresh and crisp, and the way you walked along rocks made Price pause in his steps as he smiled to himself. You looked regal, if he was honest. Like you should have had a sword in your hand, bestowed upon you by a lady that lived in a lake. Like you should have had a great red dragon by your side as your co-commander.

He watched you for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he hummed. You looked like you truly belonged there, with the wind in your face and the sunshine in your eyes; you were confident and when you returned to his side, grinning, he could see that it was the perfect idea.

"So," you beamed. "What'd you think?"

Price shrugged as he looked around; the salty air in his face as he took a deep breath and nodded. For miles, he couldn't see another soul; Bae Sain Ffraid was deserted, leaving just you and him stranded on the quaint and quiet beach. The tide rolling lazily as it softly sang along with the gentle breeze.

"Yeah, it ain't half bad," he admitted with approval, a curt nod. "Nothing on Merseyside, but y'know."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head fondly as you gently nudged him. "You could be taken to fucking paradise and you'd still say it's got nothing on Merseyside."

Price grinned as he pulled you into his side, humming softly. "So, where's the campsite again?"

"It's already loaded on the map," you told him. "Once we're in the car, it'll be easy to find."

He nodded slowly, slowly starting to walk back to the car with you, crushing you against his side; he was a confident enough driver, but he had never really been good at taking directions from the satnav.

Convinced he knew better thanks to years of military training exposing him to various maps and terrains, he always assumed that he knew better. It never failed to make him laugh when you joked about it being down to English arrogance.

But still, Price never let anyone else drive his car, and that included you - he loved you, of course he did, and when you reached the campsite at Eryri, he did plan on giving you a little surprise that he had hidden in his backpack. But just because he loved you didn't mean he trusted you with his car.

Nobody had that privilege. Not even his own adopted daughter, Farah, had that.

Sitting in the passenger seat, you lit a cigarette and took a long drag, clearing your throat softly. "I wonder how Gaz is getting on."

Price let his hand drop to your thigh as he hummed. "What'd you mean?"

"He's got his test today," you reminded. "He's trying out for Lieutenant, remember?"

"Oh ah! I'm sure he'll do fine," he told you, gently patting your thigh. "He's smart. I don't doubt he'll pass with flying colours."

"I should hope so," you mused. "He's a good lad, he's Captain material, if anything."

"Oi," Price warned. "Don't."

"I'm just saying," you smiled. "Gaz got a good head on his shoulders, he'd be a fine Captain."

"And what about me?"

"You could retire," you pointed out. "We could live off of your pension, it'd pay enough."

Price scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "You really think we're ready for that?"

You nodded as you grabbed his CD collection from the globe box. "You don't?"

He hummed as he paused at the traffic lights. "I'm not sure... used to think I'd retire once I married, if anything."

"What changed?" You asked, pulling out a Sabaton CD and inserting it into the disc player.

Price glanced at you for a moment, then smiled. "I'm not sure you'd marry me just yet."

"I'd marry you almost immediately if you weren't English," you joked softly, making him grin as he shook his head fondly. "But now? I'd marry you now."

He felt his chest swell a bit, confirming that you would say yes when he asked. He knew it would be easy to get everything together; he had his family's chuppah, and he knew that the local rabbi had plenty of time for signing the ketubah.

Laswell and her wife had agreed to be witnesses, whilst Gaz, Farah, Ghost and Alex had all eagerly asked to be present as well. Alejandro and Rodolfo agreed that they would be there and secure time off once they knew the date, as well.

It made Price giddy to think about; knowing that one day, you would be his spouse and he could happily and comfortably call himself your husband. You turned the car volume up, singing along to 'En Livstid I Krig'.

"För kriget det kan, förgöra en man, jag ger mitt liv för mitt fosterland, men vem saknar mig? Så se mig som den, en make, en vän, fader och son som aldrig kommer hem, men vem sörjer mig? Gick ut i strid för Sverige, blev döpt i blod, där ute väntar döden, inte hjältemod, I fält där fränder faller, hörs ingen sång, utmanar våra öden, ännu en gång!"

Oh, how he loved the sound of your voice. Years of being in a choir had clearly done you justice, as there was nothing that Price could listen to for hours on end like the sound of you singing; he smiled.

It was all too rare for him to hear you sing. He missed it above all else when he was deployed, and hearing it over the phone or on video calls simply wasn't enough, it was never enough. He stayed silent, taking in the gorgeous sound of your voice; it matched the landscape well, if he was honest. You belonged there. He knew that.

But in his clear distraction, he had missed the turning, and it wasn't long before the song faded out, and you took a glimpse out of the window.

"John," you hummed. "Where the fuck are we?"

"Erm," he looked at the satnav. "Bollocks."

"You didn't get us lost, did you?" You asked with a scoff.

Price shook his head. "Nah, of course not. Just took a different route."

"Uh-huh," you sat back, raising a brow. "Face it, we're lost."

"No, we're not," he hummed, looking at the little screen for a second and then nodding. "It's just an alternate route."

"John."

"I'm telling the truth!" He whined. "You've no faith in me."

"Not when you're driving, no," you laughed softly. "You're cocky. You got that English arrogance, cariad."

He rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh. That cemented it for him, if he was honest. It cemented the fact that he wanted, needed, to marry you; you were the best thing in his life, and he wanted to make it known to everybody and everything, that he loved you as much as he adored you.

"We're not lost," he insisted. "Trust me."

"I think I won't this time."

[katymacsupernatural]

Red and Green Satin

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Filled: Lingerie

Warnings: This is an 18+ fic. NSFW. Smut. 

It was a slow time of year for hunting, and you were grateful for it. It gave you a chance to recharge, to spend time with Dean without having to worry about catching the monster or getting killed. You weren’t sure if Monsters hibernated like bears, or if they hated the cold just as much as you did. 

Today was one of those relaxing days. While Dean was gone running some errands, you took the time to catch up on your reading. Lounging in the library, you ignored all the hardback, leather-covered books that you still needed to research, reaching for a romance from one of your favorite authors. 

With a cup of hot chocolate at your side, you dug into the story, immersing yourself in the tale of forbidden lovers and heroic escapades. At some point, you heard Dean come back to the bunker. He even came by, placing a kiss on the top of your head before taking your empty mug and leaving you to your reading.

Once the two characters finally realized their love for each other, you closed the book and stretched your back. Dean had left a sandwich by your side sometime during the day, and you munched on it as you made your way down the hallway and into the bedroom you shared with Dean.

Laying on the bed was a small white box wrapped with a silky red ribbon. Your name written in Dean’s cramped handwriting on the connected tag. You were curious, but also annoyed. The two of you had promised no gifts for Christmas this year.

Slowly pulling on the ribbon, you laid it on the side before lifting off the white lid. Inside, nestled in pink tissue paper were little scraps of red and green satin plaid tied together with gold ribbon. Holding the bottoms out, you weren’t even sure they would fit you, with the tiny triangle of fabric in the front, the three golden ribbons on each side, and the thin scrap that was the only piece of the back.

“Holy crap,” you whispered, setting it down to pick up the top. It had the same red and green satin fabric, mainly under the wire, wrapping around to the back. The cups were only half there, red sain, tied up like the big red bow on the package. You had never worn anything like this. It was much too skimpy. You liked to be covered, to hide all the scars, the cellulite, and stretch marks on your stomach and thighs. This would do nothing but highlight them.

You noticed a card hiding in the tissue paper, and with a shaky hand you pulled it out. ‘I know we said no Christmas presents this year. But I thought this would be for both of us. No pressure.”

No pressure. Just looking at it was pressure. Imagining what you would look like in it was pressure. Taking a deep breath, you started to shove it back in the box when you paused for a moment. A part of you wondered…wondered what it what be like to wear something like that. To be comfortable enough in your own skin to stand in that skimpy of outfit in front of the man you loved. A man who loved like Adonis himself.

Your curiosity got the better of you as you slipped out of your sweatpants and oversized shirt. Maybe you could try it on before Dean came to bed and let him know that it didn’t fit. Then he could return it, and you would never have to go through the humiliation of wearing it in front of him again. 

Your simple sports bra came off, along with your black panties. The satin of the lingerie felt smooth and soft against your skin as you struggled to pull it up your thighs. Finally, it was settled in place, the ribbon slightly rough against your skin. The bra was next, and you had a little more trouble with it. Getting it into place, you struggled to get the bow tied while supporting your generous breasts. Finally, the bow stayed tied, your girls pushed and piled high above the red ribbon. You were grateful that you had shaved that morning as you hesitantly stood in front of the mirror.

You tried to focus on the positives. How well the red and green highlighted your skin. Instead, your eyes went immediately to what you called the problem areas. Sighing in disappointment, you turned to take it back off when a loud whistle startled you.

“Damn, that even looks better than I expected,” Dean exclaimed as he leaned against the wall. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Crossing your arms over your chest did nothing but push your girls up even farther, pulling Dean’s gaze down. “Dean, you know I’m not a big fan of showing off my body,” you started to argue as he came forward. “I appreciate the gesture, but…,”

Your words faded away as his callused finger ran along the satin fabric, brushing the top of your breasts. “This is definitely a present I can’t wait to unwrap.”

“It’s a present you’ve seen before,” you retorted, but it ended in a whimper as his hand dipped down, following the gold ribbon from your hip to right in front where the tiny little green bow was perched. 

“And each and every time it’s like seeing it for the first time,” he answered as his hand pulled you tight against him. His green eyes were a darker, forest green as he leaned down, his lips ghosting against yours, driving you wild.

Suddenly it didn’t matter how exposed you felt in the skimpy lingerie. All that mattered was the feel of Dean’s arms around you, his lips rough against yours. Threading your fingers through his hair, you stood up on your tiptoes, your lips hot against his. 

Groaning against your skin, he picked you up, dropping you on the bed before stepping back. “Wow,” he whispered, kneeling between your legs, staring down at you. “How did I get so lucky?”

“No, how did I?” You argued as his finger traced the red bow on your breasts, tugging on it until it came untied. Pulling the fabric away, he greedily stared down at the present he had just unwrapped. “I definitely think I won here,” his voice was deeper, guttural as he leaned between your splayed legs, his hand resting warmly on the swell of your breast as his lips nestled against your neck. 

You weren’t about to argue as his thumb began a gentle caress of your pebbled nipple, pulling a soft groan from your lips. His lips left your skin long enough to join his thumb, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as his other hand skimmed down your belly, coming to rest on your satin covered mound. “As much as I love seeing these panties on you, I think it’s about time to unwrap my second part of the present.”

Your agreement was lifting your hips slightly off the bed so he could pull them down. They came off a lot easier than they went on, and you watched as Dean’s shirt and jeans joined them on the floor. “Much better,” he licked his lips as his hand continued it’s exploration down, rubbing against your most sensitive area. You were already warm and wet, turned on by the way he was looking at you and the feel of his callused fingers against your skin. 

He started to rub his finger against your nub when you pulled him back up for a kiss. “Need you,” you pleaded, wanting to skip the foreplay. Pushing on his shoulder until he was laying down, you straddled his waist. The red satin bow swung down, tickling his belly as you pulled his member from the slit in his boxers. Rubbing it along your slit, you groaned at the sensation before slipping the head inside. 

“Fuck me,” Dean groaned, his head tilted back, his teeth tugging on his lower lip. 

“That’s the point,” you chuckled, it ending in a moan as you sank down, filling yourself with his impressive girth. “Damn, that feels so good.”

Dean’s hands felt for and grasped your hips, helping you move up and down, creating a rhythm that worked for the both of you. Your head thrown back, you rocked up and down, loving the way he felt inside of you. 

One of Dean’s hands slid up your side, cupping your breast slightly rougher than before, rubbing your nipple between his fingers and you could feel the pressure building up low in your stomach. “Dean, I…, you moaned, wanting more. Needing more. Moving your hips faster, you ground against his hip bones before coming apart at the seams. 

Dean’s name left your lips in a screaming moan as you clenched around him, sending him over the edge as well. His hand grasped your hip tight enough to leave a bruise, yelling “Fuck,” loud enough for Sam to hear down the hall. 

Once the two of you stopped seeing stars, you laid down on your side beside him, his hand running up and down your arm gently. Both of you were half asleep, completely sated. “Well, I hope you enjoyed the present as much as I did,” he chuckled, using his other hand to play with the crumpled satin.

“Very much so,” you agreed, grateful that Dean had been able to pull you slightly away from your insecurities.

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[anime-is-godlike]

Twisted wonderland dorms x esmeralda reader

One day the dorm leaders (jamil instead of kalim for this one) finds a magical stone with the power to show parts of the past of someone close to them they choose not to use it to respect there privacy of that person but shenanigans ensue and the stone is used and there shown there dear SO’s past

This is the Disney version of the hunchback of notre dame

Heartslabyul-savanaclaw-octavinelle-scarabia - pomefiore-ignihyde-diasomnia

ignihyde

The night was dark and a certain shut in was on his computer like normal he was grumbling underneath his breath about the collage when something small fell from…..somewhere down onto his keyboard not thinking much about it grabbing the object and chucked it somewhere in his room

He turned around and began typing on his computer again when he felt something slam into the back of his head

“Ouch!??! What in the sevens was that?!” He looked around and saw a tiny object on the floor

“Though I threw this away?…oh well” he went back to is laptop and put the stone on his desk

“Brother!” Ortho bust into the room being his normal happy self

“Brother what’s that?” Ortho immediately pointed at the stone on his desk idia turned back around

“Don’t know don’t care” ortho flew over and grabbed the stone scanning it

“Brother this is a memory stone” idia look back at ortho surprise on his face he walked over to his brother and took the stone now inspecting it more throughly

“Wait as in see the memories of the one closest to your heart type stone” idia asked to which ortho nods

“Got that right!” Idia’s mind went to you your past which has always been a mystery ‘oh how I wish to see it’ idia thought but ortho then spoke

“Yuu can not be a sain person to date you” idia looked at his brother in shock

“Is what I heard from some students” ortho finished his sentence and idia huffed out

“But I feel like maybe you shouldn’t brother how would you feel like if someone went into your past without permission?” Idia thought for a moment then nod’s clutching the stone tightly

“Your right…as always” he whispered the last bit ortho smile and grabbed his hand with a smile what they didn’t realise was that the stone began to glow and then darkness

………….

Ortho woke up first and tried and failed to shake his brother awake he looked around and tried scanning it with his sensors

“That’s impossible there’s nothing” is scanning came back inconclusive then then heard a voice very high pitched

“Good evening you…two?” It looked around it’s voice confused

“Oh no matter…that’s strange where’s the cat?” It mumbles the last bit which ortho can’t make out idia is still knockout on the floor

“Anyway no matter can you get him up” ortho nods and tries again but fails

“….mister idia wake up..” the orb said in a very sweet voice

“Wakey wakey rise and shine” still nothing the orb turned red

“…….WAKE UP YOU LAZY BOY!!!” That..that woke him up in a flash he was on his feet

“I’m up I’m up” the orb huffed out turning back to blue

“Okay usually I go though a whole pick something but because I’m mad at you so welcome to darkness” just then a small doll which looked like yuu appeared and everything around them was black but the orb remained for a second

“Usually it’s the memories closet to your heart but I feel like you deserve to see something she has not yet seen” the orb disappeared

idia and ortho looked at each other confused a memory that has yet to be scene what?

“Confitero deo omnipotent (I confess to God almighty)”

“Beatae mariae semper virgini (to blessed Mary ever virgin)”

“Beato Michaeli archangelo (to be blessed archangel Michael)”

“Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (to the holy apostles to all the saints)”

Idia and ortho looked at each other confused at the language they where speaking

The scene changes they where now in a church it was dusk close to night the sun was setting with a nice purple in the sky or and there was a man by the window he was dressed in purple and black with grey hair and a gaunt face appeared

“Beata maria” the man started to sing

“You know I am a righteous man” they someone seemed to doubt that

“Of my virtue I am justly proud (et tibit pater)” he turned around with on hand gesturing to something and we walked toward a fire place all idia and ortho could do was watch not knowing who this man was and how he was tied to yuu

“Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (quia peccavi nimis)” he was now looking into the fire then he looked up to a large cross on the wall above the fire place

“Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there? Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul? (cogitatione)” it looked like he was talking to the fire place

“I feel her, I see her, The sun caught in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control (verb o et opere)” he hugged his body then a image of yuu appeared in the fire dancing idias and ortho eyes went wide confused

“Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin” he backed away from the fire as if scared

“This burning desire Is turning me to sin” he took out a purple scarf with stars on it and rubbed it against his cheek he then lands on his knees and red mist surrounds them which turn into many red cloaked surrounding him ortho hid behind idia afraid

“It's not my fault (mea culpa)” he got up from his knees addressing the cloaked figures and they replied with a unknown language they keep hearing in the background

“I'm not to blame (mea culpa)” he ran down the hall looking at the row of cloaks

“It is the gypsy girl the witch who sent this flame (mea maxima culpa)” he still spoke to the cloaks

“It's not my fault (mea culpa)” idia felt his fist tighten who the hell is this guy

“If in God's plan (mea culpa)” he clucked the fabric on his chest where his heart was

“He made the Devil so much stronger than a man (mea maxima culpa)” he opened his arms wide the red cloaks turned back into mist then into fire which surrounded the man and it then went back into the fireplace which he was now standing in from of again

“Protect me, Maria don't let this siren cast her spell don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone” the fire looked like yuu who was dancing again

“destroy Esmeralda and let her taste the fires of hell”he now looked at the scarf talking to that now he then lifted it into the air the figure of yuu now looked like she was tied up and a screech which sounded painful rang out

“Or else let her be mine and mine alone” the smoke turned into yuu he came towards the man he went to hug the smoke which dissipated idia felt his hair stand on end finally realising what this man wanted with her he felt sick to his stomach ortho was not really following what was going on

A knock came through which startled all of them a guard appeared

“Minister frollo the gypsy has escaped” he looked mad

“What?!” He yelled at the guard

“She’s no where in the cathedral she’s gone”

“But how I- never mind get out you idiot I’ll find her I’ll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris” the guard closed the door and frollo looked to the fire again

“Hellfire” he opened his arms again and spoke to the fire

“Darkfire”

“Now gypsy, it's your turn choose me or your pyre be mine or you will burn” he then threw the scarf into the fire

“(Kyrie eleison) God have mercy on her” he backed away

“(Kyrie eleison) God have mercy on me” he then leaned into the wall behind him he back turned and shadows surrounded him

“(Kyrie eleison) but she will be mine” he then turned around arms spread open as if welcoming something

“Or she will burn” he lands on his knees and fall to the floor motionless

Idia and ortho stood there motionless as the scene froze the blue orb floated down

“That man there lusted after yuu but she did reciprocate his advances so

The scene changed to yuu tied up in tattered clothing with flames surrounding her and then darkness they where back in idia’s room idia stood there ortho blinks

“Hey brother maybe we should go check on yuu” idia didn’t move ortho waved his hand by his face he finally blinked

“Brother why don’t we go to yuu?” He shook his head ortho rolled his eyes and pushes his brother out the room

“Ortho?” He continued to push

“Your going to see her now” and just like the ortho had pushed idia out the dorm, mirror room and to ramshackle ortho led his hand to the door ortho then used idia’s hand to knocked on the door and you answered

“Hello oh hey idia” idia looked around to see ortho ditched him

“H-hi” he awkwardly waved

“What are you waiting for come in” he came in

during his stay he explained what he and ortho saw you sighed and told him everything he was fuming and swore he would send ortho to you more often if ya need him because come on he ain’t leaving his dorm without ortho dragging him

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Nor proof read

Hello everyone hope you enjoyed it one part left I was wondering if you guys want more of this type of series with twisted wonderland but with a different person as Yuu

Leave which person you want to see and if you want first years or second or vice dorm leader as their partner

[jewels-writes]

Protected (Arno Dorian x Reader)

Prompt: Arno protects reader Pairing: Arno x Reader Warnings: Violence, angst, hurt/comfort

In the dimly lit alleyway, shadows danced and tension hung thick in the air. You found yourself backed into a corner, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. The group of enemies before you wore wicked smirks, their menacing voices taunting you.

"Give us what we want, or we'll make sure you never see another sunrise," one of them snarled, brandishing a gleaming blade.

Just as despair threatened to consume you, a familiar voice cut through the darkness like a ray of light. "Laisse-la tranquille! (Leave them alone!)" Arno's voice rang out, his tone filled with fierce determination.

In that moment, hope surged within you as Arno emerged from the shadows, his figure exuding confidence and strength. He swiftly engaged the group of enemies, his movements fluid and precise, every strike delivered with purpose.

You watched in awe as Arno's assassin training unfolded before your eyes, his elegant combat style a symphony of calculated moves. He effortlessly disarmed his adversaries, their weapons clattering to the ground, while his agility allowed him to dodge their feeble attempts to retaliate.

As the last enemy fell, defeated and sprawled on the ground, Arno turned towards you, his eyes searching your face. Relief washed over him, a wave of emotion crashing against the walls of his stoic exterior.

"Je suis si soulagé que tu sois saine et sauve, (I’m so relieved that you’re safe and sound.)" Arno breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and genuine concern. "Are you hurt?"

You managed a weak smile, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. "I'm shaken, but I'll be alright thanks to you, Arno," you replied, your voice carrying a tremor of gratitude.

Without a second thought, Arno closed the distance between you, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. The world faded away as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the comforting rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

"I cannot bear the thought of losing you," Arno murmured, his voice filled with raw emotion. "Tu es si précieux pour moi. (You’re so precious to me.)"

His words resonated deep within your heart, and you clung to him, finding solace in his strength and the warmth of his presence. The weight of the recent danger lifted from your shoulders as you reveled in the safety of his arms.

As the two of you stood in the aftermath of the battle, the street slowly regaining its usual rhythm, you felt an unspoken connection between you and Arno. In that moment, it was as if time stood still, the chaos of the world fading into the background, leaving only the bond that had been forged through shared struggles and unspoken understanding.

As you pulled away from the embrace, gratitude and admiration shone in your eyes. "Thank you, Arno," you whispered, your voice filled with reverence. "For being my protector, my guardian angel."

Arno's gaze softened, a tender smile gracing his lips. "I would do anything to keep you safe," he confessed, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity. "Tu es ma lumière, mon amour. (You are my light, my love.)"

In that moment, you knew that you were not alone in this treacherous world. You had found solace and sanctuary in the arms of Arno Dorian, an unwavering presence who would always be there to shield you from the darkness. And as the echoes of the night faded away, you walked forward, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that you had found a love that would endure.

[sunnylands-world]

Professor Malfoy PART 6

Pairing: draco Malfoy x reader x Scorpius Malfoy series

Summary: It's a brand new year at Hogwarts. You and other children are just beginning their 6th year but you never planned to fall in love with your professor who is also your boyfriend's dad and parents best friend…

Word count: 230

Warning: age gap, cheating, future smut, future angst and fluff, shitty boyfriend Scorpius, hurt comfort relationship between draco and reader, mentions of divorced parents and lovers, teacher x student

A/n: LEAVE A COMMENT, REBLOG AND SUCH PLEASE sorry for the wait!! 😕

Read part 5

All mistakes are mine

Draco's pov

He had no business looking in your mind for answers and he knew this may have been too far but he didn't care. He was practically tugging at his hair trying to find an answer to you avoiding him. So he waited till you entered class knowing you had to be close for it to work. You went about like you always had, hair in braids and the butterflies that you charmed swarming it.

Beautiful like always

A part of him thought he was going mad and should be kept in azkaban with other people who weren't sain. He could lose his job for this…

Maybe he did like you, possibly to an unhealthy point.

He focused, your memories from your childhood coming vividly. He saw them realizing he hadn't talked to his best friend's enough to know about any of the things you did. But seeing him [Blaise] smiling with you as you took off on your first broom and your mother [pansy] brushing through your fine curls summed up how special you were to them. He finally came to the ones of you and his son.

You appeared happy and Scorpius seemed the same till he got closer to now. seeing his son practically neglected you and looking as if he didn't acknowledge you at all. Draco scuffed. Eventually he saw himself. You talked to your friend about him. you only seemed confused about your feelings. He didn't need to see anymore, he found the problem.

His son.

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[leosxrealm]

001 — ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʙᴏʏ

★— pairing(s): Max Verstappen x Male! Leclerc! Reader

★— warning(s): mentions of Jos Verstappen, google translated French and Dutch, possible grammar mistakes

★— (a/n): idk a lot about karting so it's gonna have a lotttt of mistakes/misinformation. i'm making up a lot of things in this fic cause my dumbass decided to write childhood friends to eventual lovers story

★— character information | series masterlist

07–10

You jump up and down with joy as you watch your older brother on the podium. Sure, he hadn't won the race or the championship (yet). But, you didn't care. Your brother was still on the podium! Of course, you were happy!

You hug Arthur who was standing by your side. He was just as happy to see his older brother up there. Lorenzo smiled looking down at his baby brothers. They were growing up too quick, in his opinion; he still remembers when they were born. (Barely 11, and he was talking like an old man.)

Unlike others, Lorenzo loved his brothers with all his heart. Sure, they were annoying at times, and stole his stuff all the time, and disturbed him all the time, and got him in trouble all the time. But, they were his brothers. And he would always be proud of them, even if nobody else is.

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels a tug at his hands. He looks down at you and Arthur trying to get his attention. Raising a brow, he patiently waits for you to continue.

"Toilettes s'il vous plaît (Restroom/toilet please)," you say, Arthur nodding from besides you.

"Uh...Est-ce que ça peut attendre? Charles va bientôt arriver ici (Can it wait? Charles is gonna be down here soon)," he says giving you an apologetic smile.

"Moi et Y/n pouvons y aller! Vous pouvez attendre Charlie ici! (Me and Y/n can go! You can wait for Charlie here!)" Arthur piped in from besides you, smiling up at the oldest brother.

Lorenzo looks up to the podium, to see Charles talking to a few of his, what he assumed to be, friends. "S'il te plaît (Please)," you chimed, trying your best to convince your brother.

"D'accord, vous feriez mieux de rentrer sains et saufs (Okay, you two better return safely)," he gives in, giving his classic older brother speech, before letting you two leave.

---

"Je t'attendrai dehors" (I’ll wait for you outside) is what you had told Arthur when exiting the restrooms. And you really were going to wait outside for him, until you saw a boy, around the same age as you (maybe a little older, but who cares), sitting alone in a pretty secluded area. Curiosity got the best of you and before you knew it you were approaching the boy.

---

"Why you crying?"

The young boy looked up from his position on the pavement to the one who had disturbed him.

He really didn't feel like socializing right now. His dad had given him an earful for a mistake he made on the track. Even though he won the race, his dad was still hung up on the small mistake.

His dad's words hurt him, more than he would ever admit. He couldn't have possibly cried in front of his dad, god knows what his dad would've thought of him then.

So, he hid from his family, telling them he was going to use the restroom. He hid at the only peaceful place he could find amid the busy venue.

All he wanted was a little peace and quiet. He certainly didn't appreciate getting disturbed like that.

He quickly wipes away his tears, trying to clear his face of anything that may give away that he had been crying. A few involuntarily sniffles leave him but he was quick to turn his head away so you wouldn't be able to see his face.

You just stand there quietly, blinking at him, almost owlishly. He puffs out an annoyed breath, getting irritated with you. Did you like staring at strangers crying? Raar kind, he scoffs at the thought. (Translation: Weird kid.)

He looks up at you, frowning. "What you want?" he stutters out in broken english. He did understand english, but wasn't the most fluent when it came to it.

"Why you crying?" you spoke again, slowly this time. You were probably just as bad at english, if not more, but having older brothers and parents who could (kind of) speak it definitely helped.

"Why you care?" he spits out already irritated with your presence, despite meeting a few moments ago. You give him a small awkward smile while he just continues to scowl at you.

"y/n" you say, jabbing a thumb at yourself. He just turns his head away, ignoring you like you weren't there.

"Je pensais que tu allais attendre dehors?" the both of you snap your heads at the new voice. New to him anyway, not you. "Arthur," you exclaim, smiling brightly at your brother. (Translation: I thought you were going to wait outside?)

Max looks at the newcomer's face. He looked the same age as yours. Never mind- he looked like you too, he deadpans. Tweelingen misschien? he thinks to himslef. (Translation: Twin brothers maybe?)

"Allons-y. Enzo et Charlie nous attendent," your older twin says as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you with him. (Translation: Let's go. Enzo and Charlie are waiting for us.)

Arthur looks back at the boy sitting on the pavement, before giving you a questioning look. You just shrug in response. There really wasn't anything to tell. It's not like you had made a friend, all the strange boy did was ignore you.

You turn back to look at the Dutch, before being dragged away by Arthur. Max is left to watch your back as you walk away from him, happily chatting with your brother.

(a/n): first chapter done✔ this was more like an intro / how they met kinda chapter <3 and the title of the chapter works both ways :]

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[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Master List: Fire Emblem The Blazing Blade/The Binding Blade

Eliwood: not sfw; Loved and Cherished, Taking care of a kitten together, Reincarnation; like someone I once knew...,

Hector: The meaning behind it,

Linus: male reader; Linus reminds you while you’re amazing and worthy of love!, “I’m madly in love with you.”,

Sain: “I just don’t want to be alone right now”,

[frickingnerd]

Blazing Blade Men Masterlist

Eliwood

eliwood with a childhood friend who's a member of the black fang - headcanons

Hector

hector with a socially anxious s/o - headcanons

Nils

falling asleep on nils lap - headcanons

Sain

sain walking in on you changing - headcanons

Kent

exes to lovers with kent - headcanons

Wil

wil dating dan's ex - headcanons

Erk

erk crushing on a taken reader - headcanons

Raven

raven with a weak but protective s/o - headcanons

Lucius

lucius with a traumatized crush - headcanons

Matthew

dating matthew - headcanons

Guy

confessing to guy - oneshot

Rath

parting ways with rath - oneshot

Dart

dart asking you out - oneshot

dating dart - headcanons

Canas

academic rivals to lovers with canas - headcanons

Legault

second chances - drabble

Pent

secretly dating pent - headcanons

Jaffar

“those hardest to love need it most” - oneshot

Marcus

marcus with a chaotic s/o - headcanons

Dorcas

dorcas with a pregnant s/o - headcanons

[sleeeeepytea]

I recently finished Fe7 and found myself really liking Sain. So I was wondering, if you wanted, could you do some fluff with him? Good luck with your blog!

sure thing anon!! fe7 is a great game & sain is an interesting man hehe,, I hope this is to your liking though!! ♡♡

--

It was a rare occurrence that you were able to find yourself time alone, often preoccupied by the ongoing war and its monstrosities. Hence, you relished the chance to lay beside the creek bed now - soft babbling almost sending you to sleep.

That was the case for a while, at least, before a particular cavalier sidled his way behind you.

"My dear cherub! Whatever are you doing here, all alone?" He said, moving to sit by your side. You rest your head against his shoulder, humming in contentment.

"I'm just admiring the scenery while I can, Sain. Isn't it nice?" He nods, placing a gentle hand on your thigh and kissing your temple.

"While yes, it is nice," Sain murmurs, all the while peppering kisses on the side of your face, "I can't think of anything more stunning then you, my love."

You giggle, quite used to the constant flirtations of the other. It was flattering in a sense, even if it did happen to get quite repetitive. At least he had stopped his skirt-chasing for you; something that seemed to surprise others. What one does for love, you suppose. At the end of the day, all that mattered was the fact the two of you were blissfully in love and would continue to be so for years to come.

[hey-kae]

Post-Victory

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x female reader

Request: After reading that 5 time orgasm I couldn't help but wonder if you wrote about other drivers too? Cause not gonna lie, I would sell my soul to see gentleman Carlos giving the ofc at least 3 mind blown orgasm written by you 🤤 If it is possible please make it enemies to lover or put some tension between them, it is my fav🥲 Thank u for your amazing fics and writing, they are perfecttttt

Warnings: fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex

Sidenote: I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really like how this turned out but I’ve rewritten it so many times that i just gave up. I’m so sorry to disappoint!! I’m im such an angsty mood so that kinda explains it but it’s also the fact that i’m just not attracted to Carlos no matter how hard i try to convince myself to be ( don’t come at me please, he’s just not my type but he is good looking so yeah).

Life as a content creator for Ferrari was significantly easy on most days, just carrying a phone around, filming the right videos and posting at the right times. On other days, the phone was shoved into your hands and you were thrown in front of Carlos and Charles to film one of the now infamously silly tiktoks. Those days spent under the Spanish driver’s glaring stare were living hell, especially since most times, the looks escalated into snide comments you’d exchange until some other team member told the two of you to knock it off and get to work.

It was ridiculous, really. You and Carlos had absolutely no reason to hate each other, it seemed to come naturally for some unknown reason.

After the Silverstone race, you had to visibly fight the urge to roll your eyes dramatically when you were asked to meet with Sainz in the motorhome after he had won his first ever Grand Prix. Sure, as a member of the Ferrari team, you were happy about the victory, but had it been up to you, you would’ve enjoyed the win much more from a distance without having to get up close and personal with the winner himself. It might be an unpopular opinion, but it was yours and you would’ve stood your ground if had the choice to. Instead, you sucked it up and sulked your way back to the red motorhome, your eyes immediately going to search for Carlos, knowing he had already finished his podium celebrations.

You searched for him for several minutes, passing by every room in the motorhome, asking every person you passed if they had run into him.

There was no signs of him.

“Fucking hell, Carlos.” You cussed under your breath, climbing the stairs up to the level where the drivers’ rooms were, knowing that was you last resort.

Sure enough, his room was alive with sounds of him moving around it.

You stormed in, having had enough of him already even though you weren’t even in the same room yet. There he was, now dressed in a Ferrari shirt and some jeans, rummaging through the bag on his desk.

“Why the hell aren’t you downstairs, Sainz?” You spit the words out with so much anger.

“Because we need to film a video?” He responded with a frown, not understanding your attitude.

“Here? We’re filming on the main-“

“You know, a congratulations would be nice. It won’t kill you.” He cut you off, taking one too many steps towards you and reaching behind you to slam the door shut.

“Ok, great. Congratulations. Now let’s get this over with.” You gestured for him to hurry up and move along.

“You are unbelievable.” He shook his head in disbelief, moving away from you.

“Well, good thing your opinion about me doesn’t really matter.” Your words made his head snap towards you, anger starting to cloud his expression.

“I’d love to fuck that attitude out of you some day, preciosa.” He chuckled with pure spite, his look piercing its way through you.

The phone in your hand threatened to slip out grip as Carlos’ words startled you, to say the least, so in attempt to attempt to mask this reaction you had, you tossed the small device onto the desktop, the sound of the impact silencing the room.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Your voice was right up there on the scale of shouting at the spanish man.

“Oh, i’m sure you heard me.” He narrowed his eyes at you, moving back towards you until your back was flush against the wall, his arm reached beside him to slam the door shut.

“Why the fuck do you think you have the right to talk to me like that? You are such an entitled prick!” You spit the words out.

Every single one of your nerves was pulsing with feelings you didn’t want to feel, things that you thought were impossible to feel. It seemed like your blood was rushing too fast and your skin had gotten a little too hot. Before you even allowed yourself to consider the possibility of you being attracted to the man currently cornering you, your legs made the decision to leap out of the small space between Carlos and the wall.

The attempt to escape was a little too slow. Carlos’ hand slammed against the wall beside your head, blocking your way and caging you in.

“Go on. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll immediately stop.”

Unexpected desire fogged your mind, leaving you staring at his lips and struggling to form any sentence.

“Tell me what you want, princesa.”

It took everything in you to say anything.

“Go fuck yourself, Sainz.”

It’s a shame, the amount of power you had to muster to say these four words, especially since they seemed pointless.

Carlos pushed his body up against yours, his every move oozing with confidence. He wasn’t clueless and your reaction to him wasn’t exactly subtle.

“I’d much rather fuck you so tell me if you want it before you lose the privilege, sweetheart.” He smirked.

The fact that he thought sex with him was a privilege made your blood boil, and your thighs clench but you weren’t gonna give that any attention.

“Fuck you.”

“Alright then.” He raised his hands in surrender, taking a step away from you.

Nothing in this world would’ve explained your next reaction, but for now it didn’t matter. You weren’t even trying to understand it.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips against his without thinking about what you were doing.

That was all it took for him to pin you up against, his knee nestling between your thighs, his hands firm against your body.

“You might be annoying but i always knew you were smart, preciosa.” His hand wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Shut up and fuck me. I’m not here for you to evaluate my intelligence.” It was fucking amazing, how he was still able to get on your nerves even when his lips were against yours and his tongue was discovering your mouth.

“Alright then.”

Your Ferrari shirt was tossed onto the floor shortly after that, his also following yours immediately.

Carlos’ lips kissed down your jaw, down to your chest, slipping your bra’s strap off your shoulder and kissing its spot.

While his kisses busied your mind, his touch slipped down your stomach, down to the front of your pants. He was suddenly eager to undo your pants, quickly slipping his hand into them.

“You were trying to push me away when you’re this wet? I’m disappointed in you, sweetheart.” He smirked as he felt the dampness of your underwear.

“Carlos, i swear to god if-“ Desperate to shut you up, he pushed your panties to the side and thrusted a finger into you.

The words you were planning to throw at him quickly got lost and you caught yourself moaning as another finger stretched you out.

“I like these sounds much better,” he removed his fingers to strip you of your pants and underwear.

Once they were thrown onto the floor, he resumed his actions, his thumb rubbing your clit as well this time.

“Fuck.” You arched your back off the wall, eager for more friction of any kind. Carlos was quick to take notice of your reaction so he added a third finger, eliciting a moan from you.

“Say my name.” He slowed down his hand’s movements.

You gave him no reply.

“Say my fucking name.” His movement stilled completely.

“Is this some ego thing? ‘Cause I don’t mind finishing the job myself.” You challenged him, moving your hand down to try and prove your point.

Carlos didn’t allow you to do that. He pushed your hand away and glared at you.

“Trust me princesa, you’ll end up moaning my name anyway. I was just giving you an easy route.”

His whole attitude changed after that. His movements against your clit were almost aggressive and his fingers were fucking you so hard, it made your body shake.

“Oh shit.” You moaned as you clenched your pussy around his fingers, feeling your orgasm just seconds away. When you finally let go, releasing your cum onto Carlos’ fingers, you made it a point to avoid moaning his name no matter what.

That enraged him, to say the least, so he didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasm. He immediately kneeled down in front of you, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder and latching his mouth onto your clit while keeping up the thrusting of his fingers. It made you groan and whimper in unprecedented ways.

“Oh my fucking god.” The expletives kept spilling out of your mouth as Carlos slowly sucked on your clit and licked every part of your pussy, his nose making you shiver every time it brushed the right spots.

You looked down at him, the sight almost making you cum on spot. He was eating you out like a starved man, the sounds his tongue was making only being more proof of how much he was taking his time with this.

Your hand fisted his hair, tugging of his dark strands as his teeth grazed your sensitive clit, igniting a feeling of warmth all over your body. Concluding that you liked that, Carlos kept repeating that move, making the feeling building up in the pit of your stomach stronger.

Soon enough, you eyes squeezed shut and your body shuddered as another orgasm aggressively ripped through you. It left you breathless, fully relying on the wall for support as Carlos let go off you, standing up to watch you with a sense of pride.

The uneventful moments didn’t last long.

“Bend over the desk.” Carlos ordered as he took off the rest of his clothes, revealing his hard cock.

The sight made you comply so fast. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you couldn’t wait to have him buried deep inside your wet pussy.

“You’re a good girl when you’re about to get fucked.” Carlos pointed out.

You looked over your shoulder to find him with his hand wrapped around his dick, guiding it towards your entrance.

“Shut the fuck up.” You turned back around, fully expecting to feel him push into you any second now. Instead, you felt his tip press against your clit, making you weak.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, princesa.” He circled his dick around your sensitive nub of nerves, making you close your eyes as he began rubbing your clit the same way. He moved his cock to trace the sides of your entrance, teasing you by pushing in the tip slightly into you before quickly pulling back out.

He teased your hole for long enough before redirecting his attention back to your clit. He moved himself faster against it, teasing himself and bringing you closer to the edge as he relentlessly rubbed it with his tip until you felt your walls clench onto nothing, your legs shaking as the third orgasm blinded you.

Your eyes were still closed and your mouth was still agape when Carlos thrusted into you, filling you up while your body while still shuddering from your release.

“Oh fuck, Carlos. I can’t…” you moaned.

“Now was that so hard? Was saying my name so hard?” He taunted, his hand pulling in your hair as he started pounding into you, feeling you squeeze your walls around him.

“Say it again.” He rubbed your clit.

This time, you were to far gone to argue, you mind already not thinking of anything besides the way Carlos’ cock was perfectly stretching you out. You just gave him what he wanted, moaning his name as his hips met yours repeatedly im mercilessly thrusts.

“Sounds so good, princesa.” Carlos moaned, giving your ass a slight slap before his hands griped your hips for leverage.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his cock brush against your g-spot, making you fist your hands.

The sensitivity was starting to catch up to you, making you feel vulnerable under Carlos’ touch as he pounded into you from behind.

You knew you were seconds away from cumming and judging by Carlos’ grunts, he was just as close too. Therefore, you let go, whimpering and softly moaning as Carlos continued his movements until he spilled his load inside you and pulled out.

A minute later, you pulled yourself up to find you clothes but found that Carlos had already picked them up off the floor for you.

“Thanks.” You said as you grabbed them out of his hands. The word hang weirdly between the two of you.

“I don’t hate you, i hope you know.” He calmly said as he pulled his pants back on.

It shocked you for a second but quickly started to make sense. Nothing happened between the two of you that made you hate each other.

“I don’t hate you either but you’re a bit annoying.” You smiled at him and he returned it. That was probably the first time you had ever smiled at each other.

“So, would you allow me to annoy you on a date sometime?” He awkwardly asked, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

It weirded you out that you were considering it. It was even more absurd how quickly you agreed.

“Sure. As long as you act just as annoying.” You joked and he laughed.

“C’mon, we still need to film that tiktok.” You reminded him and he groaned.

“There we go again.” You said with a playful tone as you finished getting dressed and reached for the phone.

It’s safe you say that this one tiktok was the easiest but most interesting to film. How wouldn’t it have been when the two of you weren’t sending each other death glares for the first time ever?

[tiredbuthappy]

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (Carlos' Version)

A/N: A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm so sorry this is a day late! But it was made with lots of love and I hope you all enjoy! There's still so much ahead and I can't wait to share it with you. Ok love you guys and especially @haterpenny. Gif by @mclarenhateblog

Warning: Smut, language!, drama, fluff?

Words: 3287

Please read previous parts (Champagne Problems series), all linked HERE.

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You took off towards the Ferrari garage, eager to get the words that were rattling around in your head out. The garage was mostly empty as the team was off celebrating Charles’ podium. You stumbled about, searching for where his driver's room may be, when you finally found a door with the number 55 sprawled across it. You outstretched your hand to knock, feeling suddenly overcome with nerves. You rapt on the door and waited, foot-tapping rapidly. 

You heard a grumble and then it was being pulled open to reveal a rather disheveled looking Carlos on the other side. His expression shifted and he looked surprised to see you. 

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He questioned, peeking his head out the door to see if you were alone. 

“Shouldn’t you be on the podium?” He asked. 

“I don’t care about that. I care about you. I needed to be sure you were okay.” You replied truthfully. 

“I’m okay. Got a concussion, some bruises but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Sure, you saw much worse injuries in racing, but a concussion still seemed fairly serious to you. 

“When my engineer told me you crashed- I panicked.” You confessed, earning an interested look from the Spaniard. 

“It’s okay, I’m fine. Really.” He insisted, his hand waving dismissively, but he didn’t seem to catch your meaning. You tried again. 

“I panicked because I was worried something could have happened and you’d never know how I feel about you. I know things have been complicated and I’m sorry. I’ve been struggling a lot this season and I’ve been afraid. But I’ve noticed that I never seem to feel that way around you.” You told him, mentally replaying every moment you had shared since that night after your wreck.

Aside from all of the silly drama and miscommunications, you felt like you could be yourself around him and feel free from any judgment. 

“And I’ll always care about Dan- he’ll always be a part of my life. But… he’s my past. I really think that you could be my future.” You stumbled on your words a bit, but you finally found yourself able to get your feelings out. It felt amazing, like all of the uncertainty and stress was just gone. 

Carlos still hadn’t said anything but he was smiling, his eyes so focused on your own. 

“Can I kiss you?” You couldn’t believe he had to ask. 

You grabbed the top of his suit and pulled him back into a desperate kiss, one that was quickly becoming more scandalous than sweet. 

You decided to push things a bit further, your fingers sneaking up and beginning to unzip his suit. Now it was Carlos’ turn to pull away, his eyebrow raised in question. 

“Here?” He asked, a little bit of a grin sneaking its way onto his lips. 

“Unless you want to wait.” You said, forcing yourself to pause although you were desperate to finally feel his skin against yours.

“I’m tired of waiting.” He replied simply, a ravenous look falling over his features. He assisted you in removing the sleeves of his suit, letting the top of it fall awkwardly around his waist before reaching for the zipper on yours. You did the same before tugging your legs out and looking up at him in anticipation, licking your lips slightly. You knelt down and pulled your fireproofs off, leaving you in just your Red Bull shirt. Carlos seemed a bit caught up in your movements, his eyes lingering on where the bottom of your shirt skimmed your hips. 

While holding his gaze, you gripped at the bottom of it and pulled it off over your head, tossing it carelessly aside. This left you standing before him in a sports bra and your panties. You slowly proceeded, moving to take the bra off. 

“Wait-” Carlos said suddenly, putting his hand up to stop you. You furrowed your brow in confusion and watched as he moved towards the door, quickly turning the lock. Then he was back before you, nodding slightly in an effort to get you to continue. You smirked at the forethought and went back to undressing. You peeled your bra off and let it join the pile of discarded garments, before bending downwards and removing your panties as well. 

“Dios mio,” Carlos practically sighed as his eyes roamed over you, sounding like he had wanted to drink you in for so long. He walked around you very slowly, his hands skimming across your shoulders gently, and then down the length of your spine. His touch was featherlight and sent a light chill through you, you were finding it incredibly hard to stay still.  Then he was pushing your hair behind one shoulder and pressing kisses to your neck. Your breath hitched and you leaned back into him, your desire mounting with every passing second. You couldn’t help but think back to that scene in Dirty Dancing and the first time your lips had touched his. 

Finally, after he finished his little inspection of your naked form, he was facing you once more, his arousal quite obvious beneath his fireproofs. 

“Ok. Your turn.” You replied, your brows raised,  your voice a bit ragged with lust. 

“Fair is fair.” He agreed, making quick work of his undergarments. You couldn’t help but stare as you saw Carlos standing there in all of his broad-shouldered, tanned-skinned glory. You reached out and touched his toned chest making him tense, just barely. 

He leaned a bit closer before brushing some of your hair behind your ear, and then burying his hand in the back of it, bringing you harshly into a searing kiss. He pulled your hair and your mouth fell open- it hurt in the most delicious way. 

“I have wanted this for so long,” Carlos mumbled between kisses peppered across your jaw and neck. 

“To be close to you, to feel you.” He continued speaking in that low voice, tilting his forehead down to rest against yours. The way his eyes met yours- it was like he truly saw you. Not a driver, a championship contender, a rival- but instead a woman that he would give anything to be near. 

Really, you shouldn’t be doing this- well, at least not here. Anybody could come knocking, and they likely would. Still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. 

You let out a moan into his mouth and swore you could feel his lips curl into a smile. His hands trailed down your body, greedily reaching to touch every part of you, as though he was still worried he may never get another opportunity. 

You slowly dropped down to your knees, Carlos froze like a deer in headlights at the sight. You let your hands trail over him, exploring his toned thighs and sneaking a hand back to grab his ass. He jumped a little at the contact and you did your best to hide your chuckle. Then you took him in your hand, slowly pumping his thick cock, looking up at him through your lashes with a devious grin. You took him in your mouth all at once, his head dropping back at the contact, a low groan leaving his lips.

You almost couldn’t believe it was happening- having Carlos completely exposed and moaning for you. It was enough to make heat pool between your legs. You bobbed your head back and forth as his hand drifted into your hair, encouraging your movements. You hummed against him, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth to give him as much pleasure as possible.

He glanced downwards and caught your gaze, and a breathless ‘fuck’ came lowly from him. You loved the way his hips bucked against you like he just couldn’t control himself. He used the hand rooted in your hair to firmly yet carefully pull you off of him and guide you to your feet, a surprised gasp sneaking its way out of you.

Then his lips were back on yours with searing intensity, making you almost dizzy with passion. He pressed you back until your legs hit the little couch behind you and you plopped down. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and grabbed your left ankle, and pressed a kiss to it. Then the kisses migrated to your calf, then your knee, then up your thigh.

His eyes flicked up to yours and he licked his lips, a devilish smirk falling over his features. You found yourself trembling slightly at his careful scrutiny and tight grip, the anticipation that had been growing for months finally coming to a head. He hoisted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders, his arms wrapped greedily around your thighs to keep you in place. You let your head fall back and couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you had gotten yourself into. 

He bowed his head between your thighs and took a long, languid lick over your slick, his tongue paying special attention to your clit. You sighed at the contact, your legs tensing as your impatience mounted. 

“Como el azúcar,” He mumbled against you, his voice thick with desire. 

“Please, Carlos,” You managed to rasp out, sick of his teasing. You knew he would never let you live down the fact that he got you to beg, but his touch was far more important than your pride at that point. 

Finally, he gave in and pressed his lips against you, your hips bucking at the contact like a jolt of electricity. He quickened his tongues pace and focused on finding the spots that made you whine and shake. 

“You’re such a good girl, making such beautiful sounds for me.” He said between his ministrations, another desperate, high sigh leaving your lips at his praise. You had imagined sharing an intimate moment like that with Carlos more than once- but the real thing was way better than anything you could have possibly imagined.

Then his full focus went to making you cum. He inserted one of his fingers into you and you couldn’t believe how good the little bit of pressure felt. He had his tongue and finger working in tandem, pulling gasps out of you as you pressed your hips as close to him as you possibly could. Finally, you were stuttering out pleas, begging him to keep going- right there. Then you were coming undone around him, your body feeling limp and deliciously heavy as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through you. Carlos worked his way up your body, littering kisses as he went before devouring your moans in another kiss and settling beside you on the couch. 

He pulled away and looked down at you with adoration in his eyes, his tender gaze enough to bring the butterflies back to your chest. You climbed onto his lap, his hand taking yours to help you balance. Then you were pressing your lips to his as you slid yourself down onto his length, little moans leaving the both of you at the sensation. He wrapped his arms around your waist and helped you rise and fall, the thrusts deep and slow.

Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you so perfectly, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for support. One of his hands trailed across your back and gently skimmed down your spine while the other tightly held your hip. You dropped your head and captured his lips in another kiss, one of your hands moving into his thick hair and giving it a little tug, eliciting a groan from his chest.

It felt so good to finally be taking what you wanted, to be making the decisions instead of just reacting to them. Things with Carlos felt like a clean slate, a new start. 

You continued rolling your hips, his length sliding in and out as happy sighs and moans filled the room. If you had your wits about you, you would be worried if the rest of the garage could hear you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. 

His hands slipped down to your ass, which he grabbed handfuls of and assisted you in your bouncing, your legs starting to quiver from the exertion and your approaching second orgasm. Thank God you stayed hydrated during that race. 

“I’m going to-” He warned you, his expression shifting to one of pure ecstasy. You leaned down and cut him off and captured his lips in another kiss as his hips stuttered, a groan sneaking out of him as he filled you. His arms rose and wrapped around your torso, holding you close as you joined him, falling over your peak. You let yourself collapse against him, leaning into his touch, your face rested in the crook of his neck as your sweaty bodies rose and fell in unison. 

You stayed hidden there, pressing sweet little kisses to his neck and collar every few moments. He stroked your hair and languidly caressed your back, like he was still desperate to have his hands all over you. 

“Mi corazón, that was… that was-” Carlos stammered for a moment, doing his best to try and find the right words. 

“I know.” You agreed, filling in the blanks for him. His lips were extra pink, and you found it nearly impossible to take your eyes off of him. You ran your fingers through his hair, and then skimmed them down his cheek and across his handsome jaw, your fingers scratching along the little bit of stubble there. He was so damn gorgeous, he didn’t seem real. 

Your concentration was broken by a knock at the door. Suddenly the reality of the situation came hurtling back to you. 

“Shit.” You muttered, carefully pulling yourself off of his lap and clambering towards your pile of clothes. He followed suit, rummaging through his backpack before putting on his team polo and hopping into a pair of khaki shorts. 

You backed into the corner and Carlos opened the door, only an inch or so. 

“Hey man, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I’m surprised you’re still here.” It was Charles, come to check on his teammate. 

“Oh- good, good. Congrats on the podium.” He said, slapping Charles on the shoulder, being just a little too casual. You hid in the corner, hoping that Charles wouldn’t catch on to what was going on. Carlos looked absolutely fucked, still glistening with a bit of sweat, lips plump, a hickey or two lining his neck. 

“We’re going out to celebrate. If you’re feeling well enough, you should come join us.” He said, seeming rather oblivious. But that’s Charles. 

Carlos inhaled through his teeth and shook his head. 

“You know I don’t think I’m feeling up to it. But uh…thank you.”

“Alright. Feel better mate.” Charles said, with one last good-willed slap shared between the two of them. Then he was gone and Carlos was turning his attention back to you. 

“Ok- how the hell are we going to sneak out of here?” You asked as you finished zipping your race suit back up. He pursed his lips and shrugged slightly. 

“We work here.” He said nonchalantly. 

“I do not work at Ferrari.” You reminded him, as though your Red Bull suit wasn’t a dead giveaway. 

“Ok, ok. You leave and I’ll stay behind for a bit. If anyone asks, just say that you were checking on me. That’s true, no?” He questioned, pulling a chuckle from you. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You agreed. 

“I’ll meet you at your room at six.” You snuck a peek at your phone. It was nearly four. 

“Sounds good.” Then you were just standing there, no idea what to say. Carlos took your hand and offered you a warm, reassuring smile. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles and then a quick one to your lips. 

“Until then, mi amor.” He told you, and you felt a blush creep to your cheeks. You tried to shake it off as you stepped out the door, shooting him a small wink as you made your escape. Then you were wandering through their somewhat unfamiliar turf, doing your best to look as casual as possible. You nodded at a mechanic or two and then you were scampering off, back to Red Bull, hoping that Christian and the rest of the team had already left. 

They had not. 

You found Christian standing in a doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Y/N- a word.” He said, sounding much like a principal about to scorn a student. You put on a fake smile- your very best one, and followed your boss into his office. You remained silent and settled into a chair, crossing your legs as you waited for your reprimand to begin. Then you decided you may as well beat him to the punch. 

“Christian, I’m so sorry for today. I swear, it will never happen again. I’ll make a statement, I’ll say whatever you want me to say.” You said, nervous about what possible punishment he could have in store for you. You awaited his reply, gnawing on your lip, desperate for him to speak, to say anything. You had never done anything so irresponsible in your career and your stomach was in knots. You watched as he reached into a drawer and pulled out some magazine before tossing it on the desk, plainly in your view. 

Carlos Sainz Jr and Daniel Ricciardo in Trouble? The woman dominating F1 on and off the grid.

You felt your chest tighten at the headline. Your eyes skimmed the cover, and you felt nauseous as you saw a photo of you and Carlos from the golf course, kissing intensely, and a photo of you and Dan dancing at a club in a rather compromising position. 

“Is this what you want to be associated with your name?” Christian questioned, his brow raised in a smug fashion typically reserved for his verbal sparrings with Toto Wolff. Maybe Toto would hire you when Red Bull kicked you to the curb. 

“This- this isn’t what it looks like,” You said, desperately trying to convince him that this wasn’t a fair representation of you. He had to know that after years of working together. 

“Really? Because it looks like you’re fucking half the grid.” He snapped, cutting off your thought. You felt tears spring to your eyes at his harshness. You clenched your jaw, finding it increasingly difficult to bite your tongue. 

“You know they’ll look for any reason to criticize me.” You stated defensively. Normally Christian was one of your biggest supporters, you had never heard him speak like that before. 

“Well then stop giving them reasons! For fuck’s sake. You’re the only woman on the grid. I know I don’t have to explain to you what that means. You need to be better, you need to be smarter than the rest. I know you’re here because you deserve to be. Prove it to everyone else.” Horner didn’t give you the opportunity to reply, he was too busy making his way towards the door. 

He paused and turned back to face you. 

“And if you ever skip another podium, you’ll be suspended.” 

With that, he was gone and you felt like you had been punched in the stomach. You doubled over in your seat, silent tears streaming down your face. How had things gotten so out of hand? You were snapped back to reality by the vibration of your phone. 

Big Dick Ricc: Have you seen this shit? 

Big Dick Ricc: We need to talk. I can’t wait anymore.

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I'm giving up on tags for rn but will be adding more blogs tomorrow! Sorry but I'm so tired and wanted to get these posted tonight! Ok love you guys!

[love-toxin]

Ingrid / Thorn / Noel: stop being so fUCKING mean to me, or I swear to gOD I’ll fall in love with you 😡

Ingrid

"You're so cute when you say things like that. Say it again, go on--I'm so mean, aren't I? I'm the worst, aren't I? Don't you just wish you could put your hands around my neck and squeeze? I bet that'll teach me a lesson. What, now you're going to act shy?....Well at least you're cute, kind of like a dumb little puppy. Gimme a bark, and I'll be a little nicer just for you."

Thorn

"Don't be such a little thorn in my side, then. Maybe if you straighten up then I won't be so "bitchy" as you so eloquently put it....aww, don't do that to me. Put that look away. I can't take it....oh, fine. Come up on my lap, your highness--distract me from my work, like you're so good at doing."

Noel

"You think I'm....mean? Well....well, is it such a problem if you like it? That's your fault, isn't it? I can't help being mean if that's what you want. How am I supposed to resist that innocent look you give me when I tease you? It's.....intoxicating. Keep looking at me like that, and you can't blame me for what I end up doing to that sweet face of yours."