#werewolf Carlos au

[carletes]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Characters: Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr, Alexander Albon, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Kimi Räikkönen Additional Tags: Magical School AU, Roommates to lovers, magical au, Vaguely YA but not really, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, There's a TWIST obvs Summary:

Lando Norris worked hard to get into one of the best casting schools in the world, in the hopes that he would learn how to control, and how to use his wild magic. What he did not expect was to be roomed with the scion of the Sainz family, a famous, ancient casting family. And while he eventually grows to like Carlos, despite his own inherent crackliness, there's something about Carlos that feels off...

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟐 : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: for all people believe that werewolves are dangerous creatures, your wolf is pretty tame, even with some of his...quirks. this halloween you let him be the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood, while you give out candy to trick-or-treaters. what he doesn't know, is that you have your own trick-or treat planned for him after this– you're his treat tonight, but he's going to have to chase you first. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. smut. wolf shifter au. werewolves. no abo dynamics. outdoor sex. scent kink. vaginal sex. fingering. possessive behavior. predator/prey kink. tummy bulge. breeding kink. knotting (but not really). mention of heat/rut cycles. no protection. carlos’ filthy mouth. author may have cooked a little too hard 📖��𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: carlos sainz jr x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: peek-a-boo • red velvet

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: fair warning this is the most foul thing i’ve written ever. like, i thought the first upload was unsettling, but this is terrifying in comparison. i think i’m getting better tho, low key. no, this was not an excuse to write a breeding kink 😒. this was an excuse to spread my personal feeling that i think carlos sainz jr is a massive freak, and i will take no criticism on that 😩. but i do apologize for his foul ass mouth at the end. imma try and get these out quicker because i realized that if i’m releasing one fic every week, i will not be finishing this b4 the end of the month. there unfortunately will be no part two to this, it’s a standalone, i got so many things to write now, im sorry :( i hope you all enjoy it (i did an embarrassing amount of research for this aka twilight wiki), and thank you for all the support !!!

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carlos is not a werewolf. carlos is a born wolf; he comes from a long familial line of shifters. while he and his wolf share a brain, carlos is in control one-hundred percent of the time. he can shift into a wolf at will and maintains awareness as the wolf. however, during the full moon, it’s extremely difficult for shifters to resist the call and refrain from transforming. werewolves, on the other hand, are created by a curse or from being bitten. they are forced to change into a beast every full moon, thirsting for blood and carnage. their humanity isn’t present in the half-wolf/half-human form; being a werewolf is like a parasitic disease. carlos’ family has found their calling in bringing a sense of order to the wild, and during full moons, their purpose is to contain and redirect the beastly werewolves from harming humans.

shifters are rare, and carlos prefers it that way (he doesn’t ever want to find out what tension multiple shifters on the grid could cause). his nature doesn’t give him any unfair advantages in an f1 car, sure, his reaction time may be a little quicker, and he heals faster–but, nothing that would classify as “cheating.” if he did have any extreme advantages, maybe he’d end max’s world champion streak, but that is not the case; anything about his nature still couldn’t make up ferrari’s shortcomings.

the only downside to being a shifter is how they’re mistaken for werewolves (even though they are obviously two completely different beings). the world doesn’t know about the shifter population at large, it’s mainly an “if you know you know” society, and werewolves are known to the masses with how many slaughters they’ve been caught doing from the beginning of time. which is massively unfortunate for carlos. if he were to be revealed as a wolf shifter, he’d probably lose everything he knows–formula one, his privacy, his family, you–and he would probably be scheduled for a public execution if those were still in place. he’s only trusted a small circle of people within formula one with the secret of his wolf; lando, charles, fernando, jon and rupert, and vasseur. it’s made his life easier having people that are aware of his true nature, so he can shift comfortably during race weekends if needed, when you are not able to join him.

regardless of how the world views carlos’ supernatural state, you genuinely don’t understand how people could be terrified of him. carlos is ‘the dream man’™, and you’re not accepting any critiques on that matter. he’s a personal-sized space heater, so you don’t have to worry about being cold at night–and he doesn’t even complain when you stick your icicle-like toes and fingers on him. he cleans without being told to, he’s an excellent home chef, he takes you golfing with him and even lets you caddy for him, he’s protective but in a respectful manner, and he even partial shifts around you so you can play with his ears and give him a good little scratch.

the only downside you could point out about carlos, is that he takes his wolf form a little too seriously. 

carlos was raised to train his inner wolf into a controlled, unfazed, unshaken, apex-predator being. the wolf has one purpose and it’s to guard his territory, the people he loves, and to prevent any werewolf murder sprees. but, you wish he’d allow himself to relax, and have a little more fun in his wolf form.

you’ve started training him, funnily enough, to allow his wolf to be off the clock sometimes. subconsciously, in the comfort of the spanish villa you two call home, he’s started to allow his ears to pop out whenever he’s relaxed enough. the spaced out and confused faces and noises he makes, with his head and ears flicking and tilting to match, invokes an unhealthy sense of cute-aggression from you. sometimes, you manage to persuade him enough to shift to his full wolf form, and that’s where you find the most difficulty of calming his behavior.

he’ll go around sniffing and rubbing his body along all of the walls and corners of the house to spread his claim, and even refuses to nap or sleep with you while he is shifted. he’d sit in the doorway of the room you were in and remain in an alert state to protect you from whatever dangers that may appear, even though he’s already sure none are present. there was one time you were able to convince him to lay with you under the guise of you being cold; he allowed himself to curl around you and rest his snout on your chest, but the way his ears remained cocked let you know that he was wide awake even though his eyes were shut.

he’s thoroughly unamused whenever you try and get him to play with dog toys. it doesn’t matter if it squeaks, crinkles, or smells–he wants nothing to do with them. he can’t say no to an old-fashioned game of fetch, though. whenever you grab a stick from outside, you hear his thundering paws running towards you before skidding to a rapid stop, his haunches firmly touching the ground while his front paws anxiously tip tap in front of him, and his whole body shakes with anticipation for your throw. and from there you started to get him to appreciate tennis balls and frisbees in fetch games. even though his massive jaw and teeth have you ordering replacements way too often.

and the thought of his massive ears, eyes, hands, and teeth—led you to your halloween costume idea. 

little red riding hood.

it makes the most perfect amount of sense. carlos can be the big bad wolf to your red riding hood! except he refused, stating that it would be shameful to use his wolf in such a manner. of course, you're disappointed at his refusal, but you respect his boundaries at the end of the day. so, you were just going to have piñon (your dog) be your big bad wolf. and then, that fell through as well. 

piñon was staying over at carlos’ parents house a few days before halloween, and ended up losing a battle to a mouse that he tried to catch through a fence. the fence scratched him a little deeply on his tummy and he ended up getting stitches and a cone of shame. while his stitches are in, he’s staying with reyes and carlos sr.–and, you’re back to square one; you’re ‘big bad wolf’-less-ness.

you don’t attempt to try and convince carlos to join you again, you just decide to keep your original costume and sit out on the porch handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters, missing the other half to your costume. it’s very simple attire, just the red-hooded cloak and a picnic basket full of candy. carlos peeks from the front window’s curtains and watches you smile sweetly at all the children and compliment them on their costumes. he hears you fein terror when kids dressed as werewolves ask for candy, he hears you fawn over the cutest kids and their costumes, and he hears your happiness falter when anyone asks where your ‘big bad wolf’ is. 

you’re in the middle of explaining how piñon wasn’t feeling well to a little girl, and you hear a muffled bark. your head perks up in question, thinking you just imagined it, but then you hear scratches on the door. confused, you go to open the door and carlos comes slinking out to join you on the porch. 

his wolf is massive, when standing on four paws his head nearly reaches your chest, his coat is a silky coloration of a brown so dark it appears black, but in direct sunlight it radiates warmth. his paws are larger than your face and the claws he’s got on them are big enough to match. the little girl shrieks and hides behind her dad’s legs, and the dad backs them up off the porch frantically. 

“no, no, no,” you reassure them, and carlos tries to shrink his body behind your legs, whining lowly, “he’s friendly! i promise he’s a sweetheart, he’s actually pretty shy!” carlos skimpers behind you, quickly managing to shove himself under the outdoor couch, only allowing his head to peek out from underneath. the dad doesn’t quite believe you, and just apologizes and just ushers his daughter to the next house.

you sigh, and plop down a little forcefully on the couch. you hear carlos crawl from underneath the seat, and rise to a sitting position at your side, resting his snout on your lap. you look down and purse your lips at his wide, apologetic brown wolf eyes and raise your hand to give him a few pets. you question softly, “are you going to join me for the whole night?”

carlos blinks at you once. an eager grin spreads across your lips, “yay! aren’t you just such a good boy,” you tease sarcastically. carlos huffs, the force of his exhale swooshing your cloak, before he turns his back to you in dismissal. you laugh at him, and the next group of kids run up yelling for candy, and carlos tries to appear as small as he can so he doesn’t scare these ones away.

after the initial scare carlos caused, everyone seems fascinated at your “wolf-dog,” and how well mannered and amicable he is. carlos lets all the kids who are brave enough pet him, not snapping once even if they accidentally tug at his tail or ears, and sits incredibly still so he has no chance of accidentally crushing them. several dads even pause to give him a sturdy little dad-pat on his side, and inform you of how “that’s a good guard dog you got there, he takes a pat like no problem.” you even impress a few of the moms with how well trained you have him, and how he listens to all of your commands and can do many tricks (so far, the most impressive trick is having him harmonize to your voice with a howl). carlos preens silently next to you whenever little kids can’t help themselves from telling you how pretty you are (his tail thumping on the floor the only giveaway), and seethes when overzealous men and women try and hit on you (growls rumbling out of his chest). you brush off their advances and charmingly tell them, “i don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me cheating on him…especially in front of his dog,” with a disguised smirk. overall, carlos does so well cosplaying as your big bad wolf, that you decide to give him the present you planned all along. 

after the halloween celebrations die down, you and carlos return inside, and you lead the way up to the bedroom as he trots behind you. carlos shifts back into his naked human form, and you giggle and pull him into a hug.

“thank you, my love! everyone loved you tonight–you know you didn’t have to join me outside, right? i didn’t want you to feel pressured to do something you were–” carlos cuts you off with a chaste kiss to the cheek and dismisses your worry, “mi luna, i wouldn’t have gone out there if i did not want to, sí? i am happy i could make the night more fun for you, by playing your “big bad wolf.’”

you pull away with a small ‘aha!’ of remembrance and rush into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind you. carlos stares at the space you were just occupying and shrugs, figuring you have to pee really badly–considering you were sitting on the porch the whole night without a break– and that you’re probably changing out of the costume, before turning to the closet and pulling on clothes. 

he hears the toilet flush, and then the water runs for a minute too long–almost like you’re covering up any noises carlos may hear with his enhanced hearing, but he doesn’t think that you’d have anything to hide from him, anyways. you fling the door open excitedly, still in your riding hood, and pull carlos away from the closet and start dragging him downstairs. 

“ay–” carlos objects, “i don’t have a shirt on yet, mi amor! where are you rushing too?”

you don’t respond verbally, only glancing back at him with a cheeky smirk, and continue to lead him to the backyard. you drop carlos hand once you’ve stepped outside, shutting the sliding glass door behind you two. walking back to him, you stand in front of him–pausing as you stare into the warm depth of his brown eyes, before you take one step backwards. carlos automatically goes to parrot your movement, attempting to take one step towards you to eliminate the space, but you ‘aht-aht’ at him disapprovingly causing him to freeze. you press your hand against his chest near his clavicle and guide him to his original position. patting once with intention, you order, “stay.”

carlos’ eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t say anything. he allows you to back away from him, twitching towards you when your bare feet slip off the paved patio onto the grass. you come to a stop when you’re halfway into the yard. 

carlos calls out to you, confused, “amor? what’s this, i do not want to play fetch right now–”

“we’re not going to play fetch carlos,” you start, “we’re going to play a new game called chase.” carlos does his adorable head tilt at you, continuing to question your actions, “qué? i don’t know the game you are talking about, mi luna–wh-what-qué haces (what are you doing)?”

you unbutton the collar of the cloak, and spread the front open, from where you wrapped it tightly around your body, and reveal a matching set of the scantiest, laciest, and most mouthwatering red bra and panties. carlos is stunned to silence, mouth dropping open as his eyes fall to your exposed body. the way your smooth melanated skin is complimented by the rosso corsa-colored lingerie, the way you’re holding open the cloak to allow him to get his fill of your body, the way your hips seductively rock from one side to the other, the way the smell of your arousal begins to become apparent to his sensitive nose–before you abruptly wrap the cloak shut, tying the waistband tightly and shattering the moment.

“we are going to play a game called ‘chase’, carlito. where i run into the woods behind us, and you…chase me.”

carlos’ entranced state is shaken by his protective instincts, “qué? no, no! absolutely not. the woods are dangerous, mi amor–”

“carlosss,” you whine, “you patrol the woods every other week! you know there’s nothing that could hurt me out here, because you’ve already gotten rid of it. you’re going to give chase and you’re going to like it!”

carlos shifts anxiously, not fully persuaded, so you decide to not give him a choice, “ten minutes, love. after that, come catch me.” you turn and run into the densely packed woods, ignoring carlos’ exclamation for you to stop. he doesn’t suddenly appear and stop your disappearance into the forest, so that’s how you know the game is on.

your chest is already heaving from adrenaline and excitement as you run through the forest, ducking under branches and hopping over rocks and fallen tree limbs. you pant and the nerves start to set in, not out of fear of what’s in the forest, but fear of giving carlos an easy chase. you stop suddenly and take a sharp turn, running for a minute that way before you circle back and run at a slight diagonal in the opposite direction, overlaying your scent to try and give some added time to your pursuit. running deeper into the woods, it begins to get darker, the only light source are the scraps of moonlight that manage to find a pocket to slip through. your eyes adjust to the reduced light level, pupils blown wide not only in necessity but also arousal, and you come to a halt again. you quickly slip off your red panties and hang them on the nearest branch, hoping that the wetness that’s already seeped into them distracts him from your true location. 

you start to traverse your way through an uphill part of the forest, exhaustion finally beginning to become apparent after that first rush of adrenaline–but then, a familiar howl cuts through the air; your time is up, and carlos is loose in the forest, hunting after you. reinvigorated, you continue running deeper and deeper into the trees, changing directions multiple times losing track of exactly where you’re going.

the wolf fucking losing it. you–his luna, his mate–are out in the forest he protects—his territory—inciting him into a relieving game of chase, allowing him to be just as uncontrolled as he wants in his pursuit of you. he’s quick to catch on your trail, seeing the way you’re rushed heavy steps in the start leaves an easy path for him to follow. and then, he notices you employed different tactics to delay him. he catches himself running in circles you intentionally plotted, and notices how your scent and foot-trail overlaps multiple times. and then, he can tell you switched from running with the full bottom of your foot and just on your toes for a moment to disrupt your trail. his breaths have started to mirror yours, forceful with the adrenaline from a good chase, and he freezes. he smells you.

he speeds up to a full run, paws thundering against the earth under him, loud and uncaring if you hear him coming or not, before he bursts through the trees where your scent is the strongest. but, you’re not there. the wolf whines disbelievingly, bringing his nose to the floor to analyze your scent trail before a glimpse of red catches his attention from the corner of his eye. he spins around swiftly, expecting it to be the swish of your cloak as you run from, but it’s not you.

it’s the damn red panties you kindly left behind for him. 

he rocks up on his hind legs to knock it off the branch to the ground, and presses his muzzle to the barely there fabric, inhaling your arousal deeply. an unhinged growl tumbles his way out of his chest, before it morphs into another full howl, letting you know how much he appreciates your present. carlos won’t be fooled by any more of your tricks again, and he takes off running.

you’ve taken a brief break from running, leaning forward with your hand against your knees as you catch your breath. it’s loud around you; bugs are buzzing and you can hear the hoots of several owls echoing through the forest. suddenly, it goes completely silent, quicker than a drop of a pin. you slam your mouth shut, quieting your inhales, and you slowly shift your stance into a running position, trying to use your hearing to tell what direction the wolf is coming from. you hear the rustle of a tree on your right, and you make to leap away into a run–but it’s too late. 

you’re caught, large hands around your waist and a leg sweeps your own out from underneath you and takes you to the ground. a scream of surprise escapes from your chest but is cut off with a heavy hand laying over your mouth.

carlos is looming over you, kneeled in between your legs, bare as the day he was born, chest heaving, and pupils wide from the thrill and pleasure of a successful hunt. “caught you. i could hear your little heart racing in your chest.” he boasts.

carlos removes his hand only to replace it with his lips, and the passion he bathes your lips with fragments your mind. you can only part your lips and let him ruin you as he pleases. his plump lips suckle on yours before his tongue begins an eager exploration of your mouth–a desperate moan falls from his lips into yours. one of his hands comes to grasp at the curls on your head, tilting you for a better angle; and you raise one of yours to grasp at his shoulder for stability, but carlos startles away. an animalistic growl rumbles through his chest in dissent, and he grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, and pins them above your head. 

you’re at a loss for words, unsure if you want to moan or plead to suck his dick, but carlos doesn’t give you a chance to decide. 

he allows himself one last soul-sucking kiss, before he presses nips into your cheeks and jaw, leading towards your neck. carlos buries his nose deeply into the spot where your jaw meets your neck, and takes an excessive inhale of your scent. dios mio. the way you smell. delectable and rich soaked with lust and the dregs of fear still clinging in the surroundings. he gets to smell this for the rest of his life. another growl erupts possessively, and you can only moan depravedly at the sound.

carlos continues to lavish kisses on his way down your body, bruising them into your skin before soothing over with a pass of his tongue. the hand in your hair releases, coming down to allow him to grasp at your chest, brushing over your nipples in a quick motion; the lace scrapes against them and the feeling is paralyzing. he tugs the rossi corsa bra underneath your breasts, and they spill out over the top in a manner so obscene it forces another moan out of carlos. he ducks his head again, to tease at your nipples with his tongue, alternating between flicking and sucking at them randomly. he ignores your hips are rolling up, attempting to get some friction, and your hands in his wrists flexing and tugging to escape. 

he frees your nipples from the assault of his lips, and starts sucking hickeys into your underboob with a pleased hum. the change in sensation and slight ache, has another scream bursting from your chest, it’s too much.

“c-c-carlos, c’mon! please, please—oh!” cutting yourself off with a gasp, as carlos abruptly pulls away, his large hand releasing your wrists,  to scooch down and bully your legs open with a free hand and shoves his broad tanned shoulders between your thighs. 

you’re dripping everywhere. the tops of your inner thighs are smeared with stickiness and you’ve created a wet spot on the cloak underneath you. a growl fully spills from carlos’ chest, shaking the air around you and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. he is an apex predator, you should at least be slightly terrified, but all you do is moan in response, more arousal leaking from you, and you start begging.

“carlos!p-please touch me! lobo mió—please, dont you wanna taste me? i want you to eat me,” you sob, “eat me out! you h-h-hunted me, take what you want!”

carlos laughs sharply at your obscenity, “oh? mi luna, you’re so bad, aren’t you? you should be scared of having my teeth so close to your pretty pussy, but here you are: begging, leaking, and your little hole winking and clenching at me, sí?”

you quickly agree, “yesyesyes, for you, for you, always. please carlos,” one of your hands flies down to grip at his hair and try and tug his mouth onto you. carlos snaps his teeth at you, and you quickly pull your hand away from his head, leaving it hovering in the air.

carlos growls, “don’t rush me, mi luna, i always take care of you, no?” you hum in agreement, both of your hands falling to your sides and gripping the grass next to you in anticipation.

carlos dips his head and swipes his tongue gently at your left inner thigh, and groans deeply. it’s your scent liquified; he licks his lips and smacks his mouth, savoring your slick. after that one sample he can’t help himself, he loses himself and makes it his personal mission to clean up every last drop of you that spilled. carlos’ mouth is sloppy, and he’s uncaring of how your thighs begin to shake in oversensitivity from the way his beard is scratching your thighs up, red lines appearing faintly on your brown skin. you start squirming away from his mouth, and carlos huffs, annoyed. 

his hands switch to gripping the underside of your thighs, and he pushes them upwards near your chest, and commands, “stop moving, mi amor, or i’ll stop completely.” you moan a soft breathy okay, and your moan pitches into a sharp gasp. carlos runs his nose up your cunt parting the lips, more wetness spreading, before he pauses at your clit; and deeply inhales your scent from where it’s the richest. you cry, half bewildered and half humiliated, at your boyfriend eagerly sniffing at your warmth.

carlos rumbles out, “mierda, mi luna. mmm, so sweet—i cannot wait. i have to get in you, sí?” carlos doesn’t wait for a response and presses two fingers inside you. a cry escapes you at the sudden stretch, but your scent doesn’t sour with pain—carlos continues. he rushes through stretching you; his fingers scissoring you open methodically, consciously avoiding your g-spot. the squelching noises coming from your cunt, has tears gathering in your eyes in embarrassment, even though it’s fairly clear that carlos enjoys it. 

his fingers slide out a minute later, and that same hand reaches for his dick to begin spreading your wetness over it. carlos hisses, and with a clenched jaw, he asks, “mi amor—estas lista (are you ready)?” his body is now vibrating with the force he’s holding himself back with, waiting for your approval. 

your hands release the earth, blades of grass you ripped out of the ground falling from between your fingers, and motion carlos to come closer and lean over you, dwarfing your body completely, “yeah, lobo mio, fuck me.”

carlos whimpers, head falling to rest in your neck. his hand grasps tighter at the underside of your left thigh—a bruise forming already—and pushes it firmly to your chest, your right leg bends slightly and you press your knee to his hip, urging him forward.

carlos guides the head of his cock with a trembling hand to your cunt, and gently presses in. you sharply inhale, holding your breath, until the head pops in fully, causing both you and carlos to moan in pleasure. carlos continues sinking deeper within you as controlled and slowly as he can, not wanting to cause you any discomfort. however, you’re completely gone already. eyes shut in bliss, mouth open, drool already leaking from the corner of your lips. carlos lifts his head to read your expression, and smirks, you’re so easy for him. 

he bottoms out, feeling how your walls squeeze him tightly, and flutter in desperation, like they can’t quite accommodate to his size. carlos waits patiently, chest heaving again from the strain of not taking you, and watches how you squirm underneath him, not knowing if you want to squirm away or closer. you adjust to his presence a handful of seconds later, and grind your hips up to feel the delicious drag of his dick inside of you. carlos’ eyes widen and a shocked groan escapes him before he rolls his own hips down to meet you. 

carlos sets a quick pace from the beginning, he can’t be bothered with building up his speed slowly—he has a claim to lay on you; and to any other being in this forest who can smell how alluring you are, you’re his mate.

moans are being punched out of your chest with every one of his thrusts, harmonizing with his matching grunts of effort. your back is sliding against the grassy floor, and your shoved up with every one of his deep thrusts, and you sink your nails into his back in pleasure, and carlos growls into your ear at the feeling. 

you manage to find words to praise your wolf, “s-so deep in me, carlos—yeahyeahyeah, deeper, baby, please—ah! faster, carlos, faster—“ and carlos does his best to fulfill your wishes; his mouth rests right next to your ear; his panting breaths, and moans only making you squeeze around him tighter.

he soon tires of your orders; he’s not doing his best if he hasn’t fucked the words out of you. carlos suddenly pulls out of you, and you cry out angrily with a furrowed brow, “no, carlos! don’t stop, what are you—“ and with a rough commanding tone, he interrupts you, “stop whining.” your mouth slams shut, the sound of your teeth clacking together mortifyingly loud, your eyes wide with shock.

carlos softens, patting at your hip gently to reassure you that he’s not angry. he then flips you over (cloak spread on the ground underneath you), up on your elbows and knees, and makes to mount you properly—like the wolf he really is. the air is thick, and with your back turned to him in such a vulnerable manner, adrenaline rushes through you again. carlos laughs down demeaningly at you, as your scent thickens even more with lust and smidge of fear. 

rattled at his amusement, you try to push up onto your hands and knees, but carlos automatically pushes you back down, with a heavy, hot and veiny hand scruffing you at the base of your neck. you moan out highly, as carlos forces you back down to your elbows. he releases your neck and smooths his hand down to the small of your back to deepen your arch just the way he wants, and to pull your hips up to match.

all he says is, “now, you stay, just like that—and be a pretty hole for me.”

carlos bullies his dick back inside you, and doesn’t allow you any time to adjust in the this new position. he roughly pounds into you, now only caring about getting his release—he’ll make you cum after he’s thoroughly enjoyed his prize for hunting you down.

carlos’ grunts are animalistic, and his thrusts are too fast for you to try and buck back against him to match his rhythm; all you can do is sit pretty and take what he gives you—just like he said. you can only ramble out four words in between your moans; ‘carlos,’ ‘full,’ and ‘too deep.’ carlos rumbles approvingly at your chanting this time around, and pulls your hips back even closer to dig as deep as he can, uncaring of how you're trying to run from his thrusts.  

your start babbling at the constant pressure and drag against your g-spot, he’s so deep, in this position, hitting areas he can only reach and causes your legs to give out. carlos’ hips don’t falter, as he catches you pulling you back up with a hand around your navel. and then his hips stutter in shock with a crude moan. he grabs one of your hands, causing you to fall flat on your face, head turned to the side with your cheek pressed to the cool red cloak—and guides it to your stomach and holds it there.

carlos resumes thrusting, and preens, “mmm, can you feel that, mi amor? i’m fucking you so deep—ah—you can feel it through your skin.” you can feel it, and the pressure from carlos pressing your hand on his own dick from outside of your body, has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face. your legs go limp again, but carlos isn’t fazed; he continues to hold your body up for you. “so good for me,” carlos rambles, “mio luna—my mate.”

abruptly, you feel it. the press of his knot against you, and in a sudden moment of clarity, you start to beg. 

“—los! kn-knot, please! ‘arlos, breed—ahahah—breed me deep and full—oh!”

carlos gnashes his teeth, growling savagely, before he leans down and forcefully bites down at the back of your neck—not enough to break skin, but enough to remind you of his teeth for a few days. you shudder, air stolen from your lungs, and you have no choice but to cum. 

carlos feels the way your pussy flutters around him, failing to push him out with your release flooding your thighs, and how it continues to drag him deeper within you in a hypnotizing motion to milk him dry. carlos struggles to thrust once, twice, thrice more times with how tightly your cunt is gripping him and shoves his cock as deep in you as possible without allowing his knot to slip in, filling you up nice and good—breeding you just like you wanted. 

carlos rocks you two both through the aftershocks, ensuring his cum coats your insides thoroughly, only slowing to a stop when your combined release starts frothing at where the two of you are joined, and your hips start squirming away from him. he guides you back, sitting you on his lap, keeping himself inside you, as he rotates you to face him.

your makeup is ruined. mascara and eyeliner staining your cheeks with the tracks of your tears, red lipstick smudged on your brown skin, eyes wide and still glassy with moisture. carlos swipes his thumb around your lips, fading the smudges as best as he can. 

you smile softly, and ask with a light tone, “wasn’t that fun, mi lobo?”

carlos can only laugh softly, and nod, “yes—i did not know that you would enjoy being bred on the forest floor that much.”

your cheeks flush again after they began to cool, and you smack carlos shoulder in embarrassment. your brow furrows, and your mouth drops into a pout, “why didn’t you knot me?”

carlos raises an eyebrow at you teasingly, “ah, sí! you were begging for it like whore—“

“carlos!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking, mi luna! of course you were begging, more like a slut for my knot than a bitch in h—“

“dios mio, carlos! your fucking mouth after you cum—jesus christ!”

he can only laugh harder, extra pleased at how he gets you to fluster so easily, even after he just railed you in the middle of the forest.

“ay, mi amor—i’ll stop, im sorry,” he starts still grinning cockily, “pero, i did not give you the knot you begged for so sweetly, because my rut is in three days, sí? and i can’t afford to bruise your pretty pussy with my hefty knot before then, no?”

you balk. carlos’s semi-annual rut is a force of its own, you're practically out of commission for a week after it, unable to close your legs from how raw it leaves you. his knot bruises your insides every time you take it, so he definitely made the smart decision by not folding to your cries of desperation.

the scent of the two of you's satisfaction permeates the air, intertwining with the smell of sex, and carlos can only lean forward to mouth at your neck to taste how well he took care of you tonight. 

“mmm,” carlos hums, “now—do you want me to carry you back to our den so i can finally get my mouth on you and clean you up, or do you want me to make another mess of you right here, mi luna?”

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[ladymarvel27]

Live for someone | Carlos Sainz | (i)

Werewolf!Carlos Sainz x Witch!Reader

Summary: Years ago, you lost the love of your life. But when he has returned back, why is he hostile towards you?

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings: Supernatural creatures, blood, injuries, mentions of smut, brief smut. English isn't my first language either, so apologies for errors if any.

A/n: What can I do? He gives off so much werewolf vibes that I had to write one.

Part 1 Part 2

Your eyes were heavily watered. He was standing in front of you, real and alive. For a moment, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

How It could be real?

You saw him disappearing into flames. The love of your life left you alone in this cruel cruel world. There was a strong bond between the two of you, despite being of different breeds. His big brown eyes always held his unconditional love for you.

But not today.

Today, his eyes held pure rage and hatred for you. You brought your hand forward to touch him, cup his cheek but it was soon dismissed on the way by his hand.

“Don’t touch me!” He snapped. Your smile dropped.

“Why, Carlos?” You asked as if you were begging.

“You are nothing more than a witch.” He answered as he walked away from you.

“I didn’t kill them.” You said, following him. “Those hybrids made it look like I did it. But I didn’t. The hybrids killed them.”

He was listening to you, his hands folded in front of his chest, but his eyes were down like he didn’t want to believe in anything you were saying.

You were searching for poison in the enemy's lair. You didn't expect yourself to run into someone you thought was dead.

The vampires had infiltrated and had been trying to take over your city. You thought they all were annihilated years ago when you had burned them to ashes with the same flames that had consumed the love of your life. Your destined mate, who has nothing but hatred for you.

You heard a distant foot approaching. He immediately grabbed you and locked both of you in a storage room. You were about to scream in pain when his hand was pressing on your shoulder. The footsteps outside faltered.  In an instant, he covers your mouth. You crossed your fingers to slow the volume of both of your hearts. He relaxes, removes his hands from you and moves away. The footsteps were now walking away and seemed to be gone. You allowed your heartbeats to be back to normal.

Suddenly, the door was banging. He immediately came in front of you in a protective stance. You know you and both his strengths combined will be negligible in front of whatever was banging the door.

Could this be your end? At least you were going to die alongside the love of your life. The love of your life who was filled with hatred for you.

The door broke down and opened, revealing a woman.

“Carlos!” It was your best friend. “Is this real?” She was the one in whose arms you cried when you thought your wolf-boy died. Your estimation was right because she was stronger than both of you. But, at least you were safe now.

“Yes,” was all Carlos could say.

“Y/n?”

“She is with me.”

“I am here,” You spoke. “I got a vial,” you pointed to the poison vial you had in your hand.

“Good job.” She turned to Carlos, “I hope you’re not a hybrid.”

“I am just a werewolf.” He replied.

She nodded. “Let’s get you both out of here.”

"I am going to get some groceries. Close the door behind, you two are the most wanted this time." You heard her saying to him before she left.

You took off your shirt. The open wound was throbbing with pain. It looked even more disgusting in the mirror. You didn't heal like that anymore.

You jerked when you made eye contact with him in the mirror as he entered the room. You immediately took a towel to cover your torso. "My apologies." He immediately apologised when he noticed you were shirtless and was about to leave until he noticed the wound. He came and stood behind you. Placing a hand gently on the wound, he asked, "Who did this to you?" You made eye contact with him. "The vampires." You replied. "And, did you see the injuries on your back?" You half turned to give it a look. "Lay on the bed." He ordered.

He closed the door behind him and came to you.

"How did you survive?" You asked out of nowhere. "Like how those vampires did. They captured me but didn't kill me." He answered. "They tortured me to near death instead."

"What else did they do?" You asked. "What else did you see?"

“They used to whip us with wolfsbane-coated whips.” He replied. “Some either died due to poisoning or due to brutal torture.”

"And he didn't, how lucky I am." You mumbled to yourself. "This wasn't your luck." He said and you jerked. You forgot he has superhearing. "I wanted to live. I knew if I were able to get out of there, a woman would be waiting for me." You turned to look at him. "But I expected you to move on." He removed his hands from your back. "You're done."

You got up to sit straight on the bed, wrapping a towel around your torso to cover yourself. “I never moved on.” He got up and opened the closet. He took out a button-up shirt. It was a powdered blue one. He always looked so good in them. He came near you and presented it to you. “Wear it.”

“I am fine.”

“You’re uncomfortable.” You sighed lightly and took it. You put it on and unwrapped the towel. The fabric when rubbed on your shoulder made you hiss.

“Are you fine?” He asked.

“Yes, just rubbing.” The wolfsbane whip. They must have left scars on him.

“Did you heal?” You asked.

“What?”

“The wolfsbane scars. They whipped you with wolfsbane-coated whips. Did they heal?”

He hesitated for a moment, but shook his head to answer, “No, they didn’t.”

“Show me.” You said but he started to walk away. You immediately grabbed his arm, “Please.” You requested again, trying to give him those puppy dog eyes, hoping that would make him melt.

You ran your fingers gently over his back filled with purple scars from wolfsbane. His breath hitched when a finger poked a little. Your eyes moistened. Why did he have to tolerate all this?

“Thank you,” you spoke up.

“For what?”

“For living for me.” You replied. “For tolerating all this torture just to survive. For me.”

“And thank you,” he turned around, “for waiting for me.”

“Carlos…” you moaned as you cupped his cheeks. He grabbed you by your waist to pull you closer. You grabbed him by his neck and closed the gap between him and your lips.

He pulled you onto his lap and his lips moved to your neck. You moaned loudly and wrapped your legs around his waist, with a tight grip of your hands on his shoulders to support yourself.

Your soft moans mixed with his loud groan as you both reached your climax. He collapsed next to you. You pulled over the duvet and turned over to close your eyes. Your eyes were too tired to keep open and your body was exhausted after the intercourse you just had with him. You heard him shuffling in the sheets. His one arm spooned you to his chest. He slowly kisses your eyes which lulls you into sleep.

Maybe he has forgiven you. All you need as confirmation is to hear those exact words from him.

A/n: Tell me in the comments if I should write a 2nd part. Thanks to @faithm120601 for continuing to write the supernatural fics or I wouldn't had the motivation to write this one, I've been trying to write these for the last 5 months. Also thanks to @samspenandsword and @saradika for the dividers.

[decafdino]

wip wednesday

happy wednesday yall! getting this in super late since rehearsal's been kicking my ass. thanks to @emsprovisions @lemonlyman-dotcom and @whatsintheboxmh for the tags today! I haven't written too much recently but here's from the supernatural au:

Carlos wakes up to a heavy, furry weight on his chest.

He opens his eyes. His husband is laying on his back on top of Carlos, fully shifted. Now that it's turning colder TK's coat is white and incredibly fluffy, and normally Carlos loves to sink his hands into it and enjoy the texture but right now it feels like he's about to suffocate on wolf fur.

"TK," he mumbles, shoving at TK's flank. It does nothing to move him off of Carlos' chest. He's reminded just how heavy TK can get when he's in his wolf form. "TK, you've shifted."

His husband lets out a low rumble which probably translates to, Five more minutes. It would be funny and cute if it didn't put pressure on Carlos' still-healing wound.

[leclercskiesahead]

Why did they call him this pls 😂

[wi55iams]

I was gonna draw something more substantial for my Charlos AU where Carlos is a werewolf for Halloween, but university is kicking my ass, so take this quick doodle of Were-Carlos eating something he shouldn’t have instead.

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

Werewolf!Kendall who happily pushes Siren!Ronnie around in her portable bathtub because she deserves to have fun like any other teenager who can walk on land. Kendall's tail wags as he talks about ice hockey because it's his favorite thing, and he gets to share it with someone else.

Ronnie who is afraid to sing because she doesn't want to put Kendall to sleep, but if he needs help sleeping, she won't think twice about it.

Franken!Carlos who has come so close to electrocuting himself and Ronnie on numerous occasions just because he's so hyped about seeing water. And Vampire!James, with the help of Zombie!Logan has tried to hold Kendall back because something in him snaps at the thought of Ronnie getting hurt.

Ronnie, who can shapeshift, and Kendall almost cried the first time because he thought she had disappeared. His friends never let him live it down.

Kendall goes to James for advice because he's overthinking. James suggests he just use his hypnosis powers, but Kendall doesn't have those.

Carlos and Logan chilling with Witch!Mama Knight because they're getting secondhand embarrassment from Kendall.

[p4rasite]

my brain is still hung up on that “neither i have my own pets” post

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi 👋 can I get a pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient." With peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.” coconut water: alternate universe dark roast coffee: sub!character vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic for werewolf Carlos sainz

I’m Sorry if it’s a little much 😅

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of items to take a look at!! as for this lovely anon, THANK YOU for werewolf!carlos, i have never thought about it before but when you sent it, it all mad sense. so thank you feel free to send more werewolf & vampire things in the future <3 <3

pumpkin pie ("i've met strays who were more obedient.") + peanut butter bars (“scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”) + coconut water (au) + dark roast coffee (sub!character) + vitamin water (dom/sub) served by (werewolf) carlos sainz jr. (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, werewolf au, werewolf!carlos, dom/sub, dom!reader, sub!carlos, scratching and biting, dirty talk, oral sex followed by couch sex, the term "puppy"

carlos was a werewolf, and while there was nothing wrong with that. you knew that carlos may or may not have picked up some kinks in regards to his supernatural status. the idea of the big scary werewolf stalking prey in the night was all stripped away when you got him into the bedroom.

his teeth were a little intimidating, he was fairly strong and sometimes when he was in a good mood. it was like if he had a tail, it would be wagging. and it was definitely wagging when he was with you.

his beloved human.

"my love." he said as he wrapped his arms around you. his nose dipped into your shoulder. he was so affectionate, you often joked that he was trying to get his scent all over you. the it was some weird werewolf thing.

it was not a claim he denied when he pressed himself further into you. the man wanted to make sure that you were bathed in his scent, so no other creatures, no vampire, werewolf or whatnot, would get the wrong idea and steal his favourite human away.

you had just gotten home from time with the others. it was nice to see the likes of charles once more. he was beyond pleased to see you and you and carlos probably spent more time at his home than you hoped for.

but the problem was, that carlos had become a little needy. the werewolf wanted to feel his mate, let you take the reigns and make him feel that sticky warmness of lust.

"strip for me, angel." you said as you kissed the tip of his nose.

one of the most feared creatures on the planet, both beast and man. eagerly awaiting for you to return from your shared bedroom. if he had a tail right now, it would be thumping against the floor in anticipation.

carlos got undressed in the meantime, not wanting to waste a second. out of the red ferrari shirt that he had owned for some time. he said the red looked good on him. it was followed by jeans, his socked and briefs. he then sat on the arm of the couch with his arms crossed.

most would be a little uncomfortable being fully nude even in their own home, but werewolves were accustomed to nudity. can't wear clothes when you're a hulking wolf in the forests.

you came out of the bedroom with the firetruck red collar in hand. used for special occasions. werewolves didn't like to be collared. it felt restrictive and a little degrading. but, carlos trusted you with it. as you placed it around his neck, he smiled at you lovingly. you got to the couch and started to undress as well.

your day dress on the floor and the collar back in your hands. he leaned into your touch as you placed the collar around his throat. the weight of it felt good.

he said softly, “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.” his words were romantic but heated with need. his cock was hard and leaky. he needed his beloved, more than he needed the pull of the moon to guide him.

he tried to go in for a kiss, but you yanked him by the collar. which forced him to look at you. those big beautiful brown eyes stared at you.

you raised your eyebrows, "i've met strays who were more obedient, carlos." you said before you pulled him in for a tight kiss. you clutched onto the back of his thick hair and let him settle his arms around your hips.

he groaned into the kiss and when you broke away, you got onto the leather couch with your legs spread for him. you licked your top lip and winked at him. it made his cock harder. the sight of such beauty.

he crossed to the couch quickly and got himself between your legs. he looked pretty on his knees. his hands on your soft thighs as he gazed up at you, waiting for permission.

you ran your fingers through his dark hair, yanking it at the end. that made him run hot. you then tapped him on the nose and said, "you can have a taste, my lovely puppy."

carlos felt the jolt of pleasure in his body. he dove between your legs and lapped at your achy slit. it was hard to deny how hot he felt. you drove him mad, but yet he yearned to be a great puppy for you. be your loyal protector.

he gorged on that taste of your cunt. he held onto his thighs and continued to lap at your pussy. he groaned as he felt his pre-cum drip to his balls. he felt the excitement in his chest at the feeling of his face between your legs.

"shit, carlos." you clung to his hair and pushed his face a little further into you soaked cunt. he groaned against you.

he groaned and was tempted to touch his cock. but he couldn't, not until he was sank into your messy cunt. his cock was drooling and painfully erect.

soon, you took him by the back of the head and pulled his mouth away from your pussy. he even hung his tongue out of his mouth for a moment in an effort to get another taste.

you giggled, "enough of that, puppy. it's time for the main event." your giggle only grew when you watched carlos instantly get to his feet. the haziness in his vision from lust was obvious.

you knew his cheeks were burning and his lips were tinted with your wetness. you watched him wipe them with the back of his hand. you yelped a little bit as carlos got you on your tailbone with your ass lifted for him to sink in.

he got your legs around his waist, giving your thighs a good squeeze and he shuddered. soft as always. he quickly sank his cock into you, not wanting to waste a moment.

you whimpered and held onto the leather under your ass. carlos braced his arms on the back of the couch behind you. he moved against you and you felt the rush of blood to your cheeks. you let out soft moans as he moved against you.

oh, he felt perfect. he even leaned in for kisses and peppered them across your soft skin. he sighed deeply against your skin, "the most beautiful creature on earth. you look perfect for me."

you smiled, "oh shush, puppy. i love you too. you are the moonlight of my life."

carlos beamed, "i would be nothing else, my love." he gripped onto the leather of the couch. careful not to get his claws too deep into them. he admired your beauty and licked his lips. his breathing was getting heavier.

the two of you moved together. you eventually had one of the throw pillows in his grasp as carlos hit against the softest parts of you. you were a dream to him.

everything he could ever need. your beauty was not only in your looks which made his heart skip a beat. but also the words you spoke to him, how sweet you were about his werewolf status.

you made something pull deep inside of him. similar to the pull of the moon. it was as if you hung it for him every evening and soothed the rough, animal like parts of him. you had captured his heart.

he kissed you once more, he pressed more into you. you were both close to your climaxes. you moaned into the kiss and his eyes shut for a moment from the rush.

you held onto the throw pillow to your chest as you felt the orgasm hit you. it washed over you like a heavy wave and you panted heavily. your pussy clenched and your back arched. you whined through your orgasm. you moaned, "my puppy."

he swallowed and continued to thrust against you. he clutched onto the couch behind you and rocked his cock into you. he groaned through his teeth before he said, "mine. mine forever." he let out a few heavy pants paired with movement of his hips before he pushed his cock inside of you and finished.

he felt any pressure leave his chest as he slowed down to a stop. he looked down at you and licked his lips. he could feel his sharp canines. a beastly man wrapped in a collar for his human lover.

quite the sight.

he pulled out and got down beside you on the couch. he carefully touched you and loved you with kisses. his beautiful human, the embodiment of a humanity he clung to.

he may become a monster during the full moon. but with you in his arms. he was human. <3

[carletes]

Describe Carlos and Landos personality in 3 words in Werewolf au

:)

Lando: lightning, thunder, drive

Carlos: fire, light, lonesome

[vivwritesfics]

Can you write a love triangle between Y/N, Lando and Charles?

There wasn't a lot to go on here so i added in an AU and dedicate it to the wonderful @biancathecool

They were an unconventional throuple, to say the least.

Throuples (if that is the correct term, deepest apoloogies/correct me if not) were a rare dynamic, especially in the werewolf community. And, if they did happen, they usually had an Alpha, someone dominant.

But not these three.

For starters, their pack was unconventional. Like, how many packs out there have more than one Alpha? It was a recipe for disaster, sure. But this pack had several.

It had taken a while to work it out, their dynamics (the pack, not the throuple). While the pack were all loyal to each other, the alphas had those that were more loyal to them than the other alphas.

Take Carlos Sainz, for example. He was a big strong alpha, just like every other alpha in the pack. But Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc were ever loyal to him, more so than they were to Oscar Piastri, or any other Alpha.

He had her, too. Carlos was fiercely protective over the three of them. His two Betas and his Omega. Of course, they weren't just his, but they were more his than any other Alpha.

And while they loved Carlos, the two Betas and the Omega found solace in each other. The kind they wouldn't find in anybody else.

It wasn't a rare sight to find Charles, Lando and herself cuddled up together, ignoring their responsibilities. The rest of the pack couldn't fault them. Max and Daniel also hid themselves away from the world like these three.

They weren't Alpha's, but as soon as somebody came into the room, Charles and Lando were in front of her, growling at anybody that came near. It wasn't in their nature to be this fiercely protective over her, but they just couldn't help it.

But, as soon as that person left them alone, the two of them were climbing back onto the sofa, into the bed (wherever) with her, wrapping her in their embrace. They placed kisses to her skin, delicate kisses to her lips as the three of them drifted back to sleep.

(Now I must say this is a rare occurrence, for them to be sleeping all day. Everyone in the pack had their job and Carlos wouldn't let them get away with slacking off for two long. But, even as they did their jobs, they were connected to each other.)

[mothfulhansel]

Carlos werewolf AU concept arts! For instance, i made a black and a white version but those are the same character, and the final version is the white one

[witchxxjpg]

a part of my au were Carlos is a werewolf and Charles is a vampire

and Charles being a new and dummy vampire thinking that every dog that he meets is Carlos

[bwoahtastic]

Ohmigod minotaur max au 🥹 I have several thoughts if that's okay.

Little Carlos arriving with Fernando and Jenson and Lewis can't change him back from a werewolf but he can make it easier. He enchants some thread that Nico weaves into fabric and then turns into little mittens for Carlos to wear during the full moon. They can't be ripped or torn off even by his little werewolf claws and it means that he can't hurt anybody else or himself.

Lando climbs trees as easily as breathing. Some of the other children like max and Danny are impressed but Charles is a tiny bit jealous and insists that he can climb as well as lando, finding the highest tree in the forest and climbing all the way up to the top where he promptly realises that he cannot get down. Danny announces that he can get Charles down and Val runs to get Kimi or Seb before they inevitably get hurt. In the end it takes lando and Jenson guiding them down for everyone to arrive back on the ground safely. Charles and lando become friends from that, but Charles is still a tiny bit smug when he beats lando in a running race the next day.

Seb becomes the village school teacher. He's so clever and good with the children and so accepting of everyone's little quirks, whether it's being unable to sit still and concentrate like Danny or being a minotaur like maxy. All of the children love him, and their favourite lessons are when Seb takes them outside to the meadows to learn and they do their classes alongside the flowers and bees.

One extremely hot summer Lewis and Toto create a magical ice rink for the children. Kimi and Nico teach everyone to skate and little Valtteri is easily the best at it, zooming around on the ice like he was born there while most of the others stumble around like deer on ice.

Every time someone new arrives to live in the village, Nico always visits them the morning afterwards with a little hamper of supplies: food, firewood, blankets and candles to properly welcome them and make sure they're alright. Maxy likes to tag along to welcome their new residents and always gives them a gift from him too: a flower crown that he picked and made himself and that Lewis preserved with magic.

Plss!!

Lesis reading up a lot on how to help Carlos and he ends up making the mittens with Nico's help! Carlos is a little confused by them but they help him stay safe and the magic also calms him? Yes he isa little wolfie with mitten paws during full moon but he is basically just a happy lap dog who wants to chase sticks skks

Lando climbing so well! Lewis and Nico both now Lando must be part if not full elf or nymph but when Nando or Jenson don't admit it, they don't push for information! The little thing is sooo fast when climbing and also never falls! Charles claims he can climb too but ofcourse panics once in the tree! Danny climbs up to try and help but gets stuck too while Maxy moo and Val run back to get the adults and a very sleepy Lando for help. The kids manage to come down safe and charles and Dan have to promise not o climb that high again! And pls charlss and lando finally friends but Charles is a little smug winning in a running race (unfair, Lando's legs are tiny ksks)

Seb being such a good teacher 😭 he is patient and kind and understands what pups need. Danny struggles sitting still so momma easily.lets him zoom outside hopping as he does his maths exercise and Maxy needs a little extra love sometimes cos sometimes he will go "but maxy is judt minotaur do maybr maxy can't do this...". When possible the classes are outside or incthe greenhouse and there is a lot of playing too! And when Toto joins the town, he helps sometimes too, mostly by just being the quiet corner so pups snuggle up to him if they need a moment and he helps them read!

Pls the ice rink! It being so hot and tbe littles claim they are all melting! So Lewis makes the enchanted ice rink for winter of judt a day! Val being so natural and zooming around like he was made foe it ksks, and Maxy prefers snuggling with momma at the side and drink hot cocoa!

Pls maybr Toto and Kimi, with the help of others as the village grows, build little cottages just so they are ready for the new families inevitably showing up! Everyone deserves a safe home, they all lived through the insecurity of not having one and they want to help so bad!

Nico always taking a basket with some woven blankets, honey and wax from seb's bees, tools Kimi made, and some enchanted candles thst burn much longer and brighter thst Lesis makes. Maxy always wants to come and brings preserved flower crowns foe all new members. He is a little shy at first alwsys, hiding behind momma's embroidered skirts, but always dares to say hello eventually and is so proud when people like the crowns!

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Ant's masterlist: charles leclerc x you x carlos sainz jr

most fics are explicit and nsfw, 18+ only 🔞

Series

The Game ~ it all starts with a bet: the one who scores the most points during the race gets to sleep with you ☀️ summer break

One-shots

FU In My Head ~ Charles and Carlos fantasize over you until they finally ask you to join them

AUs

You always taste so good ~ vampire!charles and werewolf!carlos have their way with you

A reward for you ~ an office desk, a daddy kink and a surprise

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Sneak peak of the werewolf AU me and @pinkaxolotl85 made… This is werewolf Carlos! He is large, fluffy, and very new to being a werewolf in this AU. In fact, the plot of my Charlos fic set in this AU is him getting used to turning into a giant dog, and Charles begrudgingly helping him through it. There are other werewolves and much more lore to this, but I’ll hold off until I post more designs + the actual fic!