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⠀⠀max verstappen x brianna hoffman (driver!female oc)

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angst/fluff — it's been a long time coming; brianna and max have been racing each other for years. watch as they grow into their seats and hate grows into love.

📻 lele's radio: this was living in my drafts for months bc i wanted to make it longer but i left it for long enough. i want to make a part two if you guys like it so here it is!

warnings:: angsty somehow, abuse of power by a third part, max and brianna being reckless teenagers, jos verstappen trigger warning, google translated german and dutch, a few making out sessions, poorly timed but easy to understand. would def work on a part 2 of this.

Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was the hot-headed Dutch boy or the too-passive-aggressive German girl. Maybe it was just their teenage blood, pumping full of adrenaline.

Or maybe it was a racing thing — the kind of emotions that only surfaced on the karting track. They liked to think of it that way.

"Don't start! Don't get me started." the curly-haired girl snapped, heading in the opposite direction, helmet in hand as she climbed out of the purple-pink kart she had just raced in. "Go cry or whatever, feel free. Just don't even talk to me."

The sky was falling, rain making it even harder to hear each other. Max didn’t need to catch every word to know she was bitching at him.

"C'mon! C'mon, Brianna! Do you have no shame? You almost ran me over!"

"Welcome to motorsports, Verstappen! What, did you expect me to sit behind you the whole time? We’re not on the streets — that's my job! You creep."

They didn’t know it yet, but this argument would go down in history. Their lives were already on record, every race documented, every rivalry captured on camera. One day, this fight would be clipped, edited to some overplayed pop song, and go viral on Twitter as a throwback moment.

But right now, all they could do was go through their usual post-race routine, burning off whatever adrenaline was left.

"Next time you pull a move like that on me, I’m fighting back. Mark my words." Max spat, rushing to keep up with her as they both sprinted toward the covered part of the kart track, drenched from the downpour.

"Yeah? Good." Brianna shot back, faking a yawn as she dropped her helmet into a staff member’s hands. "I’m dying to have some fun. It’s getting boring out here."

Anyone watching them fight would assume the argument had cost them the race. But no — it was P1 and P2 yelling at each other. This was just what they did.

And every time, Max got irrationally pissed off at how effortlessly calm she was. Her brown skin glistened under the rain, her hair tied low, her expression steady, unfazed.

Meanwhile, he was red in the face, cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowed, a near-pout tugging at his lips. Brianna caught sight of his expression and laughed.

"Get over it, Max. Try harder next time, and maybe you won’t end up on my back."

She clapped him on the shoulder and walked away, heading toward her team and parents.

Max, as always, was left hanging.

Teenage years were a hot take. Brianna always made sure she was making the best out of them.

Winning in karting was sometimes just fun, something she did because she could. She had two loving parents watching over her, through the good and the bad, and in her young mind, that seemed like the bare minimum.

Apparently, it wasn’t.

She was searching for her mom when she caught sight of Max Verstappen, sitting in a plastic chair, shoulders hunched, eyes red. A man towered over him, speaking harshly.

It only took her a second to recognize the man in question — Jos Verstappen. He had never looked friendly, and today was no exception.

"And you can’t even win this? This shitty championship? Losing to a girl? How do you—" He stopped, dragging a hand over his face before continuing. Brianna couldn’t understand much after that.

"Verdomme! Je bent een pijn in de kont, dat is toch basis! Dat zou gemakkelijk voor je moeten zijn, hoe kun je—Hoe plan je op deze manier de Formule 1 te bereiken? Teleurstelling." (Fuck! You're a pain in the ass, that’s basic! That should be easy for you to do, how do you—How do you plan to reach Formula One that way? Disappointment.)

Her chest tightened. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how Max was coping with that, and she could only wonder what race Jos had been watching.

Fine, Max had lost his position to her, and after she passed him, everything had spiraled — he had barely held onto his podium. But still, he was Max Verstappen. He was leading the championship. He was ruthless. How could someone talk to their own son like that?

The words were brutal.

"Max! Gooooood-old Maxie!"

She almost couldn’t believe she was doing this. Showing sympathy for him felt like being stabbed, yet at the same time, it felt like the best thing to do.

"Did you know I have more podium pictures with you than with anyone else? It’s truly concerning." The words were foolish, but they served their purpose — to shift the focus away from the screaming. "Sorry, Sir Verstappen. I’m stealing your son for a moment, I promise!"

She barely thought about it. Brianna grabbed Max’s arm and led him away toward one of the small resting rooms.

"What the fuck, Brianna?"

"Saved you a lecture. Now save us some time and don’t bitch about it." She shoved a plastic cup of water into his hands. "Drink. You need to look good at my podium."

Max stared at her, still in his race suit, water dripping from his hair, looking completely lost.

Was she… being nice?

And worse — or maybe better — she wasn’t making it weird. She kept up the swearing, the jabs, as if she hadn’t just overheard his father tearing him apart.

He hadn’t seen it coming. Honestly, neither had Brianna.

So, it was almost a relief when the door burst open and two excited voices filled the room.

"Wir haben dich gefunden! Wo ist das Nummer-eins-Mädchen der Welt?" (Oh, we found you! Where is the number one girl in the world?)

She bounced on her heels, laughing as her dad pulled her into a hug, while her mother wrapped her arms around her.

Did she do that on purpose? Was this meant to be rubbed in Max’s face — that, besides winning, she also had a happy home? Supportive parents?

"Dein Nummer-eins-Mädchen der Welt!" (Your number one girl in the world!) She corrected them with a playful smile before glancing back at Max. "Did you guys see him overtaking me in one of the first laps? I didn’t think I’d win after that."

Weird. This whole day was full of surprises.

"He got you good with that one, huh? You two are like a movie playing out in real-time." Her dad chuckled, making Max even more confused.

No one was going to fight? No yelling? No insults?

He had expected it — from anyone in this room. From parents, because that’s how his worked. And from Brianna, because that’s how they worked.

Instead, she was being… nice. Supportive. It was unsettling.

"You’re doing great, Max." Brianna’s mom added. "Sad we can’t have you win all the time, but you’re a good one."

Something warm and unfamiliar settled in his chest.

"Thanks." he murmured. He hesitated, then added, "You guys did a great job with Brie, too. She’s a handful, but… I guess that’s the fun."

"She only teases the ones she likes, son."

"DAD!" Brianna snapped, brows furrowing.

The ones she liked.

This day just kept getting weirder.

"Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, sweetie. Now let’s go to the podium celebration." Her father clapped his hands together. "Where’s your dad, Max? Maybe you guys can have lunch with us today."

The years passed. Formula Three became the new battleground, but Max Verstappen and Brianna Hoffman still put on the same old show.

Only now, it was even more heated.

They stormed out of their freshly crashed cars, marching toward each other with foul language already sitting on the tips of their tongues.

It wasn’t surprising — everyone saw it coming. Their teams in the pit boxes had barely flinched. Everyone knew fire would ignite the moment Max reached the back of the still-purple-pink car.

"You bastard!" Brianna shouted, ripping off her gloves and shoving them against Max’s chest. "You’re an asshole! A bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are, for fuck’s sake?!"

Oh, and it was raining. Their best scenario. The downpour only added to the drama.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Max quipped, his grin all sharp edges and mischief. "I’m Max Verstappen. Thought you’d know me by now."

"Cut the bullshit! You had plenty of room! Why did you do this? Look at my car! My fucking car! You fucked up — seriously!" Brianna’s voice rose with every word.

She wasn’t usually like this. The whole point of her attitude was making people lose their minds without even raising her voice.

But not this time.

Max had a clear path. He didn’t need to put her in the wall but he did it anyway. And that was the difference between them now.

He had high-profile opportunities knocking on his door — his path to Formula One practically set. Brianna, on the other hand, was still fighting for every single point, proving herself over and over again. And still, it wasn’t enough.

Worse — rumors had it; she was losing her F3 seat.

"Did I?" Max tilted his head, unimpressed. "Set a meeting so we can talk about it." He shrugged, already turning to leave. "See ya."

Brianna stomped her foot like an angry child, gripping her balaclava and safety gear in her arms as the rain plastered her hair to her skin. Maybe it was a good thing. No one could see the few stray tears slipping down her face.

Minutes later, she found herself sitting in the back of the karting complex, staring blankly at the man in front of her while she fidgeted with her balaclava between her fingers.

"You fail to attack, you fail to defend, and you lose your mind over stupid shit!" the man snapped. "Why the hell would you yell at Max like that? He’s better than you! He’s just better. You gonna whine about it? Seriously?"

Brianna didn’t say a word.

Yes, Max was better. She knew that. He had been trained for this since childhood, shaped into near-perfection by the age of seventeen. She could never be him. And she knew that, too.

"Huh? What do you have to say?" The man leaned forward, voice dripping with condescension. "Your car is wrecked! Again! I can’t be out here paying for you to wreck expensive shit every other weekend!"

Sponsorships worked like that. No matter how many results she delivered, they always expected more. Always found something to criticize.

"I take your brand to the podium every other week!" she shot back. "Hell yes, you can pay for me to wreck expensive shit!"

Too slow.

"Brianna, that’s not how this works." His voice turned dangerously low. "It’s like I own you, right? You’re here because of me. So start acting like it. And start avoiding Max Verstappen every time you see him on track. It’s clear you won’t be able to in a few years."

She was sure he kept talking. But she wasn’t listening anymore.

Because at that moment, Max Verstappen walked past.

And there was no avoiding him.

He was staring at her, expression unreadable, like he was trying to put together a puzzle. And maybe he could, because the second she wiped at her damp cheeks, his gaze hardened.

"Are you listening, Brianna?" The voice in front of her grew impatient. "One more chance. You either pull off a perfect performance next weekend, or you start applying to college."

"Yeah, I’ll take the perfect performance." She muttered.

She grabbed her things and left, the heavy rain drumming against the metal roof as she walked away and toward the resting complex, Max right behind.

"Going through some shit, huh?"

"Get lost, Max." Brianna exhaled deeply, gripping the water bottle she had just grabbed. "Get fucking lost."

"I just came to check in… You don’t seem okay."

"My car is broken. Do you really think I should be okay right now?"

"I mean… my car is also broken." He shrugged as if that made things better. It didn’t.

"Yeah, Max? Damn, fool you. Don’t worry, you’re getting a fresh and pretty F1 car in a few months. I’m the one taking the L." She wasn’t yelling anymore. Just letting it all out. "Please, just go."

"Alright." Max hesitated. "I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but… you know… you’re pretty decent. I might make it there faster, but you’ll be there too."

Brianna frowned, taking a sip from her water.

This wasn’t Max. "Quit the pity talk."

"No pity. I’m being honest." He shrugged again. "You just struggle when I’m around. You get all nervous and freak out."

And there it was. That familiar, insufferable tone.

Sure, they helped each other sometimes. But the rivalry—that was the only thing keeping everything in place.

"Yeah, in your dreams, Verstappen."

Max rolled his eyes but didn’t leave. Instead, he stepped closer, tilting his head as he studied Brianna’s face. Exhaustion was written all over her.

The rain had done nothing to mask the weight pressing down on her shoulders, the stiffness in her posture, the way her fingers clenched around the bottle like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

"You’re doing that thing again." he said simply, arms crossed over his chest.

"What thing?"

"Where you act like none of this affects you when you’re clearly two seconds away from collapsing." His voice wasn’t teasing now. It was steady. Unshakable. "Just breathe, Brie."

Brianna huffed out a breath, rolling her shoulders back. "I am breathing."

"Not properly," he countered, stepping even closer. "Come on, let’s get you out of this wet suit. You’ll get sick."

"Oh, so now you care?"

He didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he reached out and, for the first time in forever, touched her without it being some kind of challenge. His fingers brushed against the zipper of her race suit, his touch hesitant, giving her space to push him away.

But she didn’t. She was too tired to fight him off, too drained to pretend she didn’t want to let go just for a moment.

"You’re a mess." he muttered, pulling the zipper down slowly. "You drive like a maniac, you take risks that would terrify anyone else, and you let people talk to you like you’re not the best damn driver out there."

Brianna exhaled, barely reacting as he peeled the soaked fabric off her shoulders, leaving her in just her undershirt. "I don’t let people talk to me like that."

"Yeah? Sounded like you did just now." His eyes flickered to where her sponsor had been just minutes ago, and for the first time, there was something protective in his stance. A quiet, simmering rage that — for once — wasn’t directed at her. "They don’t see it, but I do. You deserve to be here just as much as anyone else. And you’re not going anywhere."

She hated how much that affected her. How much she wanted to believe him.

"Max—"

"Let me take you back to the hotel." He cut in. "You’re exhausted. You’ll get sick if you stay out here, and you know I’m right."

Brianna hesitated, her pride screaming at her to argue. But then Max did something unexpected. He reached up, brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face, his fingers gentle against her skin.

"Just this once, let me take care of you."

The air between them shifted. This was new. This was something neither of them knew how to navigate. But she was too damn tired to fight him on this.

"Fine." She muttered. "But if you start acting all smug about this, I swear to God—"

"I’d never." He said, a smirk playing at his lips as he grabbed her bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Come on, hotshot. Let’s get you out of here."

And for the first time, Brianna let him lead the way.

The ride to the hotel was quiet. Brianna was half-asleep against the window, and Max didn’t even try to tease her for it. When they finally arrived, he checked them in with a quick nod to the receptionist, then nudged her forward toward the elevator.

"Shower first." He ordered the moment they stepped into her room. "You smell like wet asphalt."

"Charming." She muttered, kicking off her shoes. "I don’t need you bossing me around."

"Then move faster."

She shot him a glare but didn’t argue, grabbing her things before disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the space, and Max sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over his face.

He didn’t know why he was still here. He should have gone to his own room, should have left her alone, but—

"Max?"

He looked up just as Brianna emerged, her damp hair falling over her shoulders, drowning in a hoodie that was definitely too big to be hers. Probably a team-issued one. She hesitated, eyeing him as he sat stiffly on the mattress.

"You’re just gonna sit there all night?"

"I was planning on it."

"That’s dumb."

"You’re dumb."

She rolled her eyes, then sighed as she climbed into bed, throwing the covers over herself. "Just get in."

He froze. "What?"

"This is already weird enough. If you just sleep here, it won’t make it worse."

Max blinked at her, unsure if this was a trap. "Pretty sure that’s not how it works."

"Max. I’m tired. You’re tired. Just—stop being weird about it and sleep."

He hesitated for another second, then exhaled sharply before kicking off his shoes and sliding under the covers beside her. There was a cautious distance between them, a line neither of them was willing to cross, but the warmth was grounding.

"Nothing changes." She mumbled, her eyes already closed.

"Nothing changes." He echoed.

"We still hate each other."

"Obviously."

She hummed sleepily, already on the verge of unconsciousness. "You’re a pain in the ass, Verstappen."

Max let his head sink into the pillow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, hotshot."

And for the first time in a long time, they both did.

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MISS CONGENIALITY (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

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second chances — masterlist.

mob boss! lando norris x reader

summary: Lando Norris runs his empire with precision. As the head of The Reaper's Circle —the most influential mob in Monaco— he must be ruthless, untouchable, and always ten steps ahead. But when a chance encounter at a quiet coffee shop leads to an unexpected connection, he finds himself treading dangerous ground. She’s ordinary, too sharp for her own good, and completely unaware of the world he operates in. Yet, he keeps going back. It starts as an indulgence, a curiosity—until suddenly, it’s not. Because while Lando may be watching her, he’s not the only one keeping an eye on them.

status: ongoing

one: wrong place, wrong time ↘ trivia

two: hush, hush baby

three: clean up ↘ trivia

four: a familiar stranger

five: devil's in the details

six: don't blink ↘ characters & cameos

seven: invisible string ↘ characters & cameos

eight: midnight meets ↘ trivia

nine: friendship is magic

ten: three's a crowd ↘ characters & cameos new! ↘ characters & cameos new!

eleven: somebody's watching me

twelve: the watcher

thirteen: passenger princess

fourteen: mask on, mask off

fifteen: creature of habit

sixteen: what could've been, and what will be

seventeen: dream a little dream of me

eighteen: the things we don’t say ↘ fun fact

nineteen: the talk ↘ fun fact

twenty: you've been made

twenty one: hypothetically

twenty two: balancing act

twenty three: all the stars

twenty four: dinner, but like, in a friend way ↘ fun fact new! ↘ fun fact

twenty five: here in spirit new! ↘ characters & cameos new! ↘ fun fact new! ↘ trivia new!

twenty six: distance [4/5]

twenty seven: coming soon...

twenty eight: coming soon...

twenty nine: coming soon...

thirty: coming soon...

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twists and turns masterlist

lando norris was a preppy asshole in secondary school, and you were the girl he despised. years later, you're a hot-shot sports lawyer rewriting the rules of the sport he calls home, and your paths cross, whether you want them to or not.

pairing: lando norris x fem! lawyer! reader

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chapter one: twists and turns

chapter two: driver no. 4

chapter three: blast from the past

chapter four: snappy conversation

chapter five: inner-workings

chapter six: weapons down

chapter seven: miami, the city that keeps the roof blazin'

chapter eight: emilia

chapter nine: monaco munchies

chapter ten: Desmadrarse

chapter eleven: truce

chapter twelve: dagger eyes and other jealousy tactics

chapter thirteen: don't be a bitch

chapter fourteen: fucked up, but interesting

chapter fifteen: greec-ers -> part one | part two

chapter sixteen: picking up the pieces

chapter seventeen: a soft interior

chapter eighteen: calm before the storm

chapter nineteen: brake failure

chapter twenty: championship

chapter twenty-one: the dam breaks

chapter twenty-two: listening won't help

chapter twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, and the epilogue (unnamed)

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Hopefully I can publish it this weekend. Part 2 of Napkin contracts.

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Connection ~ Carlos Sainz

Part three

Mafia!Carlos Sainz x Fem,Arranged!Reader

Prolouge Part one Part two

synopsis: The beginning of the marriage

warnings: Mean carlos

You hadn’t seen Carlos since your wedding night. It had been three weeks; for all of those three weeks Carlos had been off on a business trip. A trip nobody would tell you any details about. You suppose you were thankful for the space, you couldn’t stop thinking about your wedding night; how he walked out right after.

As the days passed, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and anxiety. On one hand, you were grateful for the distance between you and Carlos, it gave you time to process what had happened on your wedding night.

On the other hand, the uncertainty of his return weighed heavily on your mind. You wondered what kind of mood he would be in when he finally returned home. Would he still be indifferent towards you, or would he have changed in some way during his absence?

You tried to distract yourself from your thoughts by throwing yourself into your daily routine. You cooked, cleaned, and took care of the house. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of your mind.

Every time you heard a car outside, your heart would skip a beat, wondering if it was Carlos returning home.

As the time ticked on, the anticipation grew even stronger. You tried to occupy yourself with other things, but your eyes kept drifting towards the clock, counting down the minutes until Carlos's return.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Your heart leapt into your throat as you froze in place, waiting for the inevitable sound of the front door opening.

You heard the car door slam shut, followed by the sound of footsteps on the gravel path leading up to the front door. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited, your hands clenched into fists at your sides.

The door handle turned, and Carlos stepped into the house. He looked tired and travel-worn, his clothes rumpled and his hair disheveled.

He paused in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. He looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

He didn't say anything, simply standing there and taking you in. You could feel his gaze raking over your body, as if he was trying to see if anything had changed since he left.

As Carlos continued to look at you, he couldn't help but notice the changes in your appearance. You looked more mature, more refined. Your features had lost some of their youthful softness, replaced by a more defined and elegant look.

He let out a low whistle, a small smirk playing on his lips as he took a step closer to you.

He closed the distance between you, standing mere inches away from you. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You've grown up." he said, his voice low and rough.

He let his hand linger on your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail.

He moved even closer, his body now pressed against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, making your skin tingle.

He leaned in, his face now mere inches away from yours. His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke again, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"You look absolutely stunning." he whispered, his eyes darkening with desire.

He seemed to notice the change in your demeanor, the way you stiffened slightly at his touch and the indifferent look in your eyes.

He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Still playing hard to get, I see." he said, pulling away slightly.

He took a step back, a smirk still playing on his lips. He looked you up and down again, his eyes lingering on your body for a moment before meeting your gaze once more.

"You know, it's cute when you try to resist me." he said, his tone teasing.

He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall as he continued to look at you. His smirk widened as he spoke again.

"But we both know that eventually, you'll give in."

“To what, Carlos?”

He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer to you again, his voice taking on a more commanding tone.

"To me." he said simply, his eyes glinting with a hint of possessiveness.

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The longer Carlos was home the more difficult things got for you. He would walk around sweaty and shirtless in the mornings; you had to admit, no matter how irritating you found him, he was a very attractive man.

You would overhear him talking with his sisters about the changes to the business since his father died, you would also overhear him with other women. That hurt. It especially hurt considering you coincidentally found yourself surrounded by only women when he was not around. He didn’t trust you.

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“So… when are you thinking of having children?”

the question struck you. You thought back to a conversation you had with your mother before getting married. That you should focus on having children and raising a family. The only problem was that you weren’t sure if Carlos was interested in that.

“I…I’m not sure. Don’t get me wrong..I would love one..but I am not sure if Carlos is ready”

“Can’t you just talk to him?”

That was a question that struck you deeply.

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Connection ~ Carlos Sainz

Part two

Mafia!Carlos Sainz x Fem,Arranged!Reader

prologue part one

Synopsis: The day of and the night after.

Warnings: Smut 18+, Dubious consent, toxic!carlos, a description of how pregnancies work

Your wedding day was tomorrow. You couldn't believe it. You couldn’t help but reminisce on all of the stories your mother used to tell you about true love; you had always thought that that would be how your life would unfold. Yet, here you are on the eve of your wedding day, you hadn't seen Carlos since that dinner and nobody would tell you anymore about him.

“Darling?” her mother this time “We need to talk” she looked nervous, as if what she had to say would greatly affect you. You hoped it was about Carlos. She sat next to you on the bed.

“Its about Carlos…sort of” she started “I guess its more about you” she seemed awkward you didn't understand.

“About me? And sort of Carlos?”

“Yes” she sighed “You had asked how babies are made and I feel must tell you before you got married” you looked at her, hopeful, she had never wanted to share this information with you before.

“It’s totally okay to feel confused. So, let’s start simple. When a man and a woman decide they want to have a baby, they get married, and then they choose to become parents when the time is right. Now, the physical part of making a baby is what you’re asking about. What happens is, during intimacy — and I know this word might sound awkward, but it’s simply the act where a man and a woman express their love and connection — the man’s sperm meets the woman’s egg.”

“Sperm and egg? Wait, how does that even happen?”

“The man’s sperm is in his semen, and when a couple is intimate, the man’s semen is released inside the woman. There, it can meet the egg that is released from the woman’s ovaries. If the sperm fertilizes the egg, then a baby can begin to grow inside her womb.” she states gently looking at you to see if you understand.

“Okay, so... it’s not just hugging or kissing, then?”

“No darling” she chuckled “its not just hugging or kissing”

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It was the night before Carlos’ wedding as well; But he was handling it very differently. He wasn't alone, or with family, he was with a woman.

“That was great” she rolled off of him, placing her hand on his chest. “You know if you ever want to do this a—”

“I’m getting married” he blurted out “I can't do this anymore” her hand slowly went up to his jaw and she sat up to look at him more directly.

“That doesn't mean anything. You aren't marrying for love, or else you wouldn't be here with me now. What's the harm in getting your rocks off?”

He looks at her “I suppose you have a point” he pushes her hand off his face “doesn't mean it will be with you”

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The church was decorated beautifully, traditional flowers along the pews; The Sainz has spared no expense.

You were dressed beautifully, in a long white gown that sat perfectly on your hips. Your hair was done up with pieces delicately framing your face. Your veil was placed on top dropping to the floor; it covered your face that was lightly covered in makeup, more then you would usually wear.

The ceremony was simple; your father walked you down the aisle, you said the stock vows to each other, put on rings, and kissed.

It was your first kiss.

There was a party afterwards but instead of being seated with your family, you were with Carlos.

“So, what made you change your mind about marrying me?” you questioned really looking at him for the first time today. He was dressed in a gorgeous suit and his hair was messy in a structured way. He looked good.

“Well, who else was there?” he looks at you, no feelings in his eyes “Plus, now I don't have to deal with your father anymore” you cringed “you don't seem like you will that big of a hassel” he looked away, towards another table, not sparing you a second glance.

You sat in silence for most of the night, people chatting and laughing all around you. The only person who came to talk to you was your mother; she told you that tonight you would have to do the marital act. Try to make a baby.

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It was after the wedding; you were sitting on your new bed in your new house. You were waiting for Carlos. Your hair was down now and you were dressed in a simple nightgown and robe.

Carlos entered the room.

Carlos's touch is a little rough as he runs his fingers over your cheek. Despite his outward show of affection, there's a hint of disinterest in his eyes. He's going through the motions of your wedding night, fulfilling the obligations of his arranged marriage.

He takes a step closer to you, his hands now on your shoulders. He looks down at you with a detached expression, as if you’re just another object to be used and discarded.

Carlos's hands move down your arms, his touch becoming more possessive. He pulls you close to him, your bodies pressed together. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, but it's not the same as the heat of desire.

He leans in and kisses your neck, his lips cold and almost perfunctory. He's going through the motions of foreplay, but there's no passion behind his actions.

Carlos's hands continue to wander over your body, but his touch is clinical and impersonal. He's more focused on getting what he wants, rather than pleasing you.

He pushes you onto the bed, his movements rough and demanding. You feel a mixture of fear and excitement as he hovers over you, his eyes cold and calculating.

Carlos's hands push up your nightgown, revealing your bare legs. He runs his fingers over your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Despite his disinterest, you can feel herself responding to his touch, your body betraying you.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're mine now."

Carlos's lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips as he goes. His hands continue to explore your body, moving higher and higher until they reach the edge of your underwear.

He looks up at you, his eyes cold and detached, but there's a hint of triumph in his gaze. He knows he has complete control over you now.

Carlos slides his hand under your underwear, his fingers finding their way to your most sensitive spot. He begins to rub you slowly, his movements rough and unyielding.

You let out a soft gasp, your body arching into his touch despite your misgivings. You can feel the pleasure building inside of you, but you know that this is just a means to an end for him.

Carlos increases the pace of his movements, his fingers now moving with a relentless rhythm. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body betraying you once again.

He leans down and kisses you roughly, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You can taste the bitter tang of his indifference, but you’re too lost in the sensations to care.

Carlos pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of possession and contempt.

He grabs your hips and flips you over, forcing you onto your hands and knees. you can feel the cool air against your exposed skin, making you shiver.

Carlos positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You can feel the weight of him as he pushes into you, the sensation both pleasurable and uncomfortable.

He begins to move, his thrusts rough and unyielding. You buries your face in the pillow, trying to muffle your moans and sobs.

Carlos continues to thrust into you, his pace brutal and unforgiving. He's not holding back, taking what he wants from you with no regard for your pleasure or pain.

You feel a mix of shame and desire coursing through your veins, your body betraying you once again. Despite the rough treatment, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Carlos's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he nears his own climax. He lets out a low growl, his body tensing as he pushes deeper and harder into you.

You feel a sudden rush of pleasure as you finally reaches your peak, your body shuddering with release. But the moment is short-lived, as Carlos continues to thrust into you without regard for your sensitivity.

Carlos continues to pound into you, his movements becoming more and more erratic. You can feel the warmth of his release as he finally finds his own climax, spilling himself inside of you.

He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. You feel a mix of exhaustion and humiliation wash over you, the reality of what just happened sinking in.

Carlos rolls off of you, panting heavily. He lies there for a moment, his eyes closed as he catches his breath.

You turn your head to look at him, feeling a pang of disgust mixed with a strange sense of satisfaction. Despite the rough treatment, you can't deny that it felt good in the moment.

Carlos opens his eyes and looks over at you, his expression unreadable. He reaches out and runs a hand over your back, his touch surprisingly gentle.

You flunch at his touch, still feeling raw and exposed from what just happened. You can feel him leaking out of you, a reminder of your consummated marriage.

Carlos pulls his hand away, his expression turning cold once more. He gets up from the bed and starts to gather his clothes, dressing quickly and efficiently.

He doesn't look at you as he finishes getting dressed, acting as if you’re not even there.

Once he's fully dressed, Carlos turns to look at you. you’re still lying on the bed, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He looks you up and down, his eyes roaming over your body.

For a moment, there's a flicker of something in his gaze, something that almost looks like regret. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual cold indifference.

Carlos clears his throat, breaking the silence that has settled over the room.

"I'll see you in the morning," he says, his voice emotionless. Without another word, he turns, places his mother's old pearls on her nightstand, and walks out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings.

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Connection ~ Carlos Sainz

Part one

Mafia!Carlos Sainz x Fem,Arranged!Reader

prologue part two

Synopsis: How will we get Carlos to agree to a marriage he doesn’t want?

Warnings: smut 18+ eventually, violence, toxic!carlos

Carlos was sitting at the breakfast table; notably not at the head spot, where his father use to sit. He was reading paperwork and eating an omelette prepared by his chefs, when his mother walked in.

“I found her!” she stated as she sat across from him. She was no longer wearing her mourning clothing. She was dressed in a mauve dress, amethysts decorated her ears and neck. Purple had always been her color. Her hair was up in a french twist, her signature style. She was back to herself again.

“Found who?” Carlos asked, not looking up from his work again. He had been very busy ever since he took over the business.

“Your wife”

The words stopped Carlos in his tracks. He slowly looked up at his mother. He hadn’t expected it so quickly, or for her to make the decision of who it would be. “What? No, if I must get married, I should be able to at least choose who I will get married to”

“Carlos” she sighed “sweetheart, your taste in women has never been exactly, shall I say, stellar” She grabbed his hand, the absence of her wedding ring becoming apparent “Besides, this girl is a family friend. Shes very sweet and very pretty. Her father is f/n l/n”

“y/n?” Carlos was shocked; he remembered the girl from gatherings early in life. It had been a long time, her father stopped bringing her to such events when she was four years old. Him and y/n used to be close friends. They had played together and even got fake married once. Ironic.

“Yes, I saw her a few years ago at her 16th birthday party. Shes a very nice girl. Perfect for the family. Plus consider it a gesture to her father. Him and Carlos always got along. You haven’t spoken to him since the funeral”

“Mother I respect you I do” she sat back “But, I will not marry this girl” I stood up “ I hardly even know her! If I must marry someone… I and I alone will choose who it will be”

“Its too late Carlos” She stands straightening her dress “I have already discussed this with her father. This marriage will be happening.”

“This is ridiculous! You aren’t in charge of me anymore!” Carlos leaps away from his chair wildly gesticulating at his mother “My father is dead… I am in charge you can’t undermine my authority like that!” he puts his hand to the bridge of his nose “Mother what exactly did you tell her father?”

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“When I was discussing it with Reyes we had couple key things we talked about…” your father stated. You were now in a crowded room with your father at the head of the table; you were seated to his left. “First, you will get married before the end of the year, most likely in December”

“So soon?!” you say, shocked. Everything was happening so fast, it was already August.

“Yes, Darling, soon. Aswell as on the subject of children—“ his voice faded out you started to think about all of the choices being taken from you. This stranger you never met would choose where you live, how many children you have, and how you live your life. Everything would be so different.

“— this whole thing is good for the family; it keeps us involved, which is good. Carlos Jr. and myself never got along as well as his father and I” your father finished out as you regained your awareness of the situation.

“So I have to go live with him? and have his babies?” You question “How are babies even made?” an awkward silence sweeps over the room at the question. You look to your father while he looks away. Then to your brothers who are sharing glances with each other. You look at your mother last, shes looking right at you, pity on her face.

“Y/n, darling, that is something for the two of us to discuss at a later date” you slump into your seat, frustrated at the lack of information.

“Anyway, I will set up a dinner soon for the two of you to meet. Your mother and I, along with Reyes will also be attending” this cause some outrage from yoir brothers; they had always been protective of you and didn’t understand why they couldn’t go.

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The dinner was not what you expected, neither was Carlos. He was seated at the head of the table, you had to admit he was very handsome; he was dressed in nice clothing, obviously very expensive and tailored to his body. You were seated on the opposite end. Your parents between you.

Despite the silence that plagued the dinner while you were eating, your parents decided to bring a conversation between the three of them to the study. Leaving you and Carlos alone.

“So, what are your hobbies?” You ask, trying to get to know the man that you will soon share your life with.

“I don’t have any, to busy”

“Alright, well, do you like kids?” you try

he sighs “look you don’t have to… we arent gonna…” he pauses briefly standing up “we aren’t getting married”

“What?”

“My mother set this whole thing up… I’m sorry you seem like a nice girl. But, I don’t even know you. I’m sure you don’t want to marry me.”

“Its just business”

He laughs a little “I don’t understand—“

“Thats what my dad said, its just business. We’ll get married, have kids, share responsibilities.”

“Darling, do you even understand what those responsibilities are?”

“Don’t!” You stand up quickly realizing what you did and then sit down “Please, don’t call me that.” you take a deep breath “I may not know everything but I am willing to learn my responsibilities I take that seriously”

“Do you want to marry me?”

“I…need too.”

He looks you, he seems to be contemplating something. “Alright then.”

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You were sitting in your dinning room waiting for dinner when your parents arrived.

“Darling, I don’t know what you did but I am proud of you!” your father exclaimed as he was seated “He’s going to marry you”

“Really?” You were surprised “He said he didn’t—“

“Well, he changed his mind” your mother interrupted

“He really changed his mind, the wedding has been moves up!”

“Moved up? to when?”

“October, you are getting married in October!”

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Connection ~ Carlos Sainz

Prolouge

Mafia!Carlos Sainz x Fem,Arranged!Reader

Part one part two

synopsis: Carlos is forced into a marriage that he doesn’t want. But he isn’t the only unhappy one…

warnings: smut 18+ eventually, violence, bad writing this is my first time, lack of knowledge about the mafia

Carlos Sainz Sr. had just died. A heart attack. He was a well respected, and feared, man; the leader of the Sainz crime family. He left in his wake the opening of that position.

The man who would take that role is his son, Carlos Jr.

No one has seen Carlos in years, the story is that he fought with his father and left to travel the world. Sleeping his way through each hemisphere. The only one he kept in touch with was his youngest sister, they were inseparable as children and that closeness never really changed. But, after hearing the news of his fathers death, Carlos came home to fill the power vacuum and protect his family.

You were close with your family; your father was Sainz Sr.’s right hand man, and your brothers have worked closely with him for years. But your mother wanted to keep you out of the family business so you really knew nothing about it. You were innocent, so innocent that you were still a virgin, you wanted to wait till marriage. Your mother told you that one day you could find your prince charming, marry him, and spend your lives together.

When Carlos came back he was told that he needed to settle down, get married and have kids. He needed to carry on the family legacy and provide an heir in case anything happens to him. He was very unhappy about this.

“Why?! It doesn’t matter what I’m doing in my own life!” he shouted pacing aroud his fathers, his office. His mother was sitting on the desk watching him. She was still mourning, dressed in black with a veil covering her face, she wore the family pearls that his father gave her when they got married, her makeup and hair done perfectly as it always was.

“Carlos, sweetheart, it matters” she stated “it is no longer just your life, its the family’s” she stood walking over to him and placing her hands on his shoulders “you need a wife, someone who can take care of you, and a mother for your children” she took off the pearl necklace she was wearing, placing them on the desk “when your father and I got married we were in the same position, but it was the best thing we could have done… we got you” she cradles his face in her hands “and your sisters. We didn’t know each other before we got married but we grew to care about each other”

“Fine” Carlos resigned “Will you give me some time,? I need to go through some things… and think.”

He watches his mother leave the room perfectly put together. He never knew their marriage was arranged; he was always under the impression that they fell in love and got married. Did they even love each other? Was his mother forced into this life? He holds the pearls in his hand, perfectly polished, and rarely worn by his mother.

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You were doing your hair in the mirror; tying a baby pink bow in. The pink perfectly matches the flowers on your dress. Your make up was done lightly, your mother didn’t like it when you wore too much. Some simple mascara and some pink lipgloss was almost too much for her.

A knock at your door startles you. “Darling?” it was your father “Can I come in?”

“Of course daddy!” you open the door, a smile on your face. “What do you need?” you question, cocking your head to the side like an innocent dog.

“Darling, we need to talk” he sits on your bed patting the place beside him “You know how Mr. Sainz just died?” you nod “Well his son, Carlos, is taking over the family buisness. And he needs someone to…share that responsibility with. We think… that person, should be you. Do you understand?”

“But, I don’t know anything about the family business.” You shake your head “you made sure of that. How could I help?” Your father stands, sighs and glaces around searching for the words.

“Darling…he needs a wife. I would like for you to marry him” you stare at him in shock “now I know your mother has always told you that you would fall in love and get married and maybe you will fall in love but this is about business and I need you to do this for me—“

“okay”

“—I have always provided for you and…okay? okay…okay… great I will tell your mother and send her up here to talk to you about…things” He kisses your forehead “Thank you, Darling, truly” he swiftly leaves the room closing the door behind him leaving you behind dreaming about a kindhearted man.

You knew nothing about Carlos Jr.; you barely knew of his existence. But, if he was anything like his father, who had treated you kindly, you would be happy.

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Reblog to give a trans woman a warm cup of soup

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Passionate about little baby potatoes baked with garlic, butter, rosemary, and sea salt

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Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

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Hooked On A Feeling (FIN)

Masterlist

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Aus Grand Prix Special

Wedding Special

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my lovely son waking me up to tell me he threw up.

us waking up my wonderful butlerfather to tell him he threw up.

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