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Little bird

Carlos sainz x reader

The night had settled in, quiet and still, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. It had started a few weeks ago a sense of eyes on you whenever you left your apartment, that uneasy feeling creeping up your spine in empty parking lots, a strange car parked down the street that seemed too familiar. At first, you had brushed it off as paranoia. Maybe you were just imagining things. But now, it was undeniable.

Tonight, though, the unease was stronger. As you locked the door behind you, the darkness of the night seemed to press closer, every shadow more ominous than the last. You tried to calm yourself, but your heart was already racing, your palms damp with anxiety. There was a quiet, nagging voice in the back of your head whispering that you weren’t alone.

You didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, you knew. He was here. Somewhere, watching you.

Carlos.

He had always been charming, magnetic even, but over time, something about him had shifted. What had once been lighthearted flirting had turned into something darker, more obsessive. You’d noticed him watching you,his eyes lingering a little too long, the way he seemed to know where you’d be, even when you hadn’t told him. Then there were the messages, the untraceable phone calls, and the way he seemed to appear when you least expected it, always too close for comfort.

Your breath hitched as you moved through your dimly lit apartment, every creak of the floorboards setting you on edge. You reached for your phone, but the screen was dark, no messages, no missed calls, nothing. But you knew he was out there. He always was.

And then, you heard it a soft creak, the barely perceptible sound of a door shifting. You froze, your heart leaping into your throat as the realization hit you. He was inside.

Before you could react, a hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back against a hard, familiar body. You gasped, but his other hand was already over your mouth, stifling any sound you might make. His breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his grip tightening around you.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" Carlos' voice was a low, dangerous whisper, dripping with possessiveness as he held you close, his fingers digging into your skin.

You squirmed, trying to pull away, but his grip was unrelenting. His strength overpowered you effortlessly, his body pressing against yours with a twisted sense of control that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his breath on your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he chuckled darkly.

"I’ve been watching you," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with a terrifying edge. "Everywhere you go, everything you do…I’ve been right there."

Your heart raced, panic surging through you as you tried to think, to plan your next move, but Carlos wasn’t giving you any time. His hand left your mouth, and before you could call out, he spun you around, pinning you against the wall, his body pressing against yours, caging you in.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Carlos growled, his dark eyes burning with intensity as he looked down at you, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. "I can’t get enough of you. Watching isn’t enough anymore."

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words caught in your throat. There was something terrifying in the way he looked at you, something primal, possessive, as if you belonged to him, and there was no escaping it.

Carlos' hand moved to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat in a possessive grip, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. His other hand trailed down your body, moving with a slow, deliberate intent that made your skin crawl with both fear and a sickening thrill.

"You don’t get to say no," he whispered, his voice dark and dangerous as his thumb stroked the sensitive skin of your neck. "Not to me."

You gasped as his hand slipped under your shirt, his touch rough and insistent as he explored your body, his fingers pressing against your skin with a sense of ownership that made your pulse race. You could feel the heat of him, the way his body pressed against yours, hard and unyielding.

Carlos leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I’ve waited too long for this."

Before you could protest, his lips crashed against yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. His hand tightened around your throat, his fingers digging into your skin as his other hand slipped lower, his touch growing more aggressive, more demanding.

You gasped into the kiss, your body betraying you as a wave of arousal surged through you, mingling with the fear and adrenaline. You hated how your body reacted to him, how the danger, the intensity of it all, only made you want him more.

Carlos pulled back, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at you, his hand still around your throat, keeping you pinned against the wall. "You’re mine," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I’ve been watching you, waiting for this moment. And now, there’s no going back."

You whimpered as his hand moved between your legs, his fingers pressing against your core through your clothes, teasing you with just enough pressure to make you squirm. Your body betrayed you again, arching toward him, desperate for more even as your mind screamed at you to stop.

Carlos smirked, clearly pleased with your response. "You like this, don’t you?" he taunted, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction as he rubbed you harder, his fingers moving with a skilled precision that had you trembling. "You like knowing I’m the only one who can touch you like this."

You shook your head, trying to fight the feelings surging through you, but it was useless. Carlos had you right where he wanted you, and there was no escaping the pull he had over you.

With a low growl, Carlos yanked your pants down, his hands moving with a frantic need as he positioned himself behind you, his breath hot against your neck. "You’re going to take it," he whispered harshly, his voice raw with desire as he pressed himself against you. "Every. Last. Bit."

Before you could even process what was happening, he thrust into you with a brutal force that left you gasping, your body jerking against the wall as he filled you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had your head spinning, your legs trembling beneath you.

Carlos didn’t give you time to adjust. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you, his movements rough and unrelenting. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving bruises in their wake, but the pain only heightened the intensity of it all.

"You’re mine," he growled again, his voice low and feral as he drove into you harder, his breath ragged as he lost himself in the feeling of you. "No one else will ever have you."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching beneath him as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. His pace was relentless, his movements fueled by a dark, obsessive need that had you spiraling out of control.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe your world narrowed down to the feeling of Carlos inside you, his hands gripping you possessively, his breath hot against your skin as he claimed you over and over again.

And then, with one final, brutal thrust, he sent you over the edge, your body trembling as your orgasm crashed over you, your breath catching in your throat as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

Carlos wasn’t far behind. With a low, guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as his grip on your hips tightened, his body shuddering with the force of it all.

For a moment, the world was still, both of you breathless and spent, tangled together in the darkness. Finally, Carlos pulled back, his hands lingering on your body as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

"You belong to me now," he whispered, his voice still thick with desire as he kissed the back of your neck softly, almost tenderly. "Don't ever forget that, Mi pequeño pájaro... no puedes volar lejos de mí."

My little bird... you can't fly away from me.

[skywalker1dream]

Hi, I haven't seen your work in a while, and I wanted to know if you're still writing.

It's a crazy story but I lost this account and somehow I don't know how but I got it back and now I'm thinking about writing something

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specials

Pretending

Sebastian Vettel x reader

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Sebastian lay next to you, his breathing slow and even, his body completely still as if he had fallen asleep. The dim light of the room cast soft shadows over his features, making him look peaceful.

Almost too peaceful.

You watched him for a moment, biting your lip as you took in the sight of him. Even when he was pretending to sleep, there was something about the way he held himself that told you he was far from done. You knew Sebastian too well by now, there was no way he was truly asleep.

Slowly, you shifted under the covers, your body still tingling with the lingering effects of your last encounter. You moved closer to him, your fingers tracing light patterns along his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch.

"Seb?" you whispered softly, testing him. There was no response, just the same slow, steady breathing. But you caught the tiniest flicker of his eyelid, the smallest twitch of his lips, and you knew he was awake, just waiting to see what you would do.

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of your lips. If he wanted to play, then you’d give him a game.

You let your hand wander lower, slowly trailing down the hard planes of his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense slightly under your touch. Still, he didn’t move, but you could sense the anticipation building in him, his body subtly responding even as he kept up the act.

Without hesitation, you let your hand slip lower, brushing lightly against him. He twitched, just barely, his breath catching for the briefest moment before he steadied it again. You knew you had him right where you wanted him.

"Still pretending to sleep, huh?" you murmured, leaning in close so your lips brushed against his ear, your voice low and teasing.

Sebastian didn’t answer, but his body was betraying him. You could feel him hardening under your touch, his breathing slightly more ragged than before. He was holding onto his act, but barely.

With a soft laugh, you moved even lower, your hand wrapping around him fully, stroking him slowly, deliberately. His hips shifted involuntarily, just a fraction, and you felt a surge of satisfaction knowing he was so close to breaking.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his neck as you continued your slow, torturous movements, your voice a sultry whisper against his skin. "You can’t hide from me, Seb. I know what you want."

Sebastian’s breath hitched, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him, but still, he didn’t open his eyes, didn’t say a word. He was stubborn, you had to give him that. But you weren’t done yet.

Smiling wickedly, you shifted your position, sliding down his body until you were between his legs. You kissed along the inside of his thigh, taking your time, teasing him with soft, featherlight touches until you could feel the tension practically radiating off him.

And then, without warning, you took him in your mouth, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring the way his body reacted instantly. His hips bucked up slightly, a quiet, strangled sound escaping his throat, but still, he didn’t open his eyes.

You hummed softly around him, your tongue teasing him in all the ways you knew drove him crazy. You could hear his breathing grow more labored, feel his body tensing beneath you, his hands fisting the sheets as he fought to keep his composure.

But you weren’t going to let him win this game.

You took him deeper, moving your head in slow, torturous motions, hollowing your cheeks as you worked him with your mouth, your hands gently caressing the base of him. His hips jerked involuntarily, a soft, breathless moan escaping his lips, and you knew he was close to breaking.

Finally, with a frustrated groan, Sebastian’s hand shot out, tangling in your hair as he pulled you off him, his eyes snapping open, dark with lust and need.

"Enough," he growled, his voice rough as he pulled you up to meet his gaze. His eyes blazed with desire as he flipped you onto your back in one swift motion, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. "You’ve had your fun."

Before you could respond, he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you with a raw, desperate hunger that left you breathless. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs wide as he positioned himself between them, the tip of him teasing your entrance but not giving you what you wanted yet.

"You like teasing me, huh?" Sebastian murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his body against yours, his length just barely brushing against you. "You think you can play these little games and not face the consequences?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but he thrust into you hard and deep, the suddenness of it ripping a gasp from your lips. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace relentless from the start, his hips snapping against yours in a way that had you seeing stars.

"You’re mine," Sebastian growled, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed into you over and over again, his movements rough and possessive. "You think you can control me, but I’m the one who decides how this ends."

Your hands clawed at his back, your body arching beneath him as the pleasure overwhelmed you. His words, his roughness, the way he was taking you it was too much, too intense, and yet you couldn’t get enough.

"Seb-" you gasped, your voice breathless as you clung to him, your body trembling beneath the force of his thrusts. "Please…"

He groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he pounded into you harder, his body tense with the effort to hold back his own release. "Not yet," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I’m going to make you come first."

His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your most sensitive spot and teasing you in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure built quickly, your body tightening around him as the tension coiled tight in your core.

With one final thrust, Sebastian sent you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that had you crying out his name, your body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

Sebastian wasn’t far behind. With a low, guttural moan, he thrust into you one last time, spilling into you as his own release hit, his body shuddering with the force of it.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you breathless and spent, tangled together in the sheets. Finally, Sebastian collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed the top of your head softly.

"Next time," he murmured, his voice still rough from the intensity of it all, "don’t think you can win so easily."

You laughed softly, snuggling closer to him as your heart slowly returned to a normal pace. "I think I won just fine," you teased, your voice a playful whisper.

Sebastian smirked, his hand running down your back in soothing strokes as he whispered against your skin, "we'll see about that."

[skywalker1dream]

Guys, guys, so I have a few smut in my draft and more fluff and most of it is about Sebastian V. And Carlos S. And few max one too should I post it? Or should I write something else?

Lovely people how are you today? It's been so loong

[skywalker1dream]

hi! my i request dark but strategic jenson, reacting to baby trapping his girlfriend please?? he is very smart about it, too ensure he doesn't lose her trust and his public image? oh and can reader be very clingy now that she's pregnant, just not caring where they are because, 'i'm pregnant dang it, and if i want to be hugged and kissed by my man in the middle of the paddock, i will be!' thank you so much!!!!

Title: Strategic Moves

Jenson button x fem!reader

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The paddock was buzzing with excitement, the roar of engines and the chatter of fans filling the air. But Jenson Button had something far more important on his mind. He adjusted his cap, eyes searching the crowd until they landed on you, making your way toward him with that familiar glow of anticipation. Your hand rested on your belly, your expression softening as soon as you spotted him.

"Jenson!" you called, your voice filled with warmth and excitement.

He smiled, but it was more than just a greeting—it was a mask for the darker thoughts swirling in his mind. When you’d told him you were pregnant, he hadn’t been surprised. After all, it was exactly what he had intended. The thought of you with anyone else had eaten away at him, gnawing at the edges of his calm exterior. He knew he couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t risk losing you to someone else. So, he’d taken matters into his own hands.

You reached him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. "I missed you," you murmured, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes.

Jenson bent down to kiss you, a possessive hand resting on the small of your back. "Missed you too," he replied, his voice smooth and tender. But inside, there was a cold satisfaction. You were his now, in every way that mattered.

You leaned into him, seeking the comfort and reassurance that you had no idea was part of his plan all along. Jenson had seen the way other men looked at you, had noticed the way you effortlessly drew attention wherever you went. It had driven him mad with jealousy, though he’d kept it well hidden. But now, with your pregnancy, you were tethered to him in a way that no other man could ever touch.

He’d orchestrated it perfectly, taking advantage of moments when you were vulnerable, when you craved his affection the most. He’d made sure you “forgot” your birth control, made sure every opportunity was seized. And now, here you were, carrying his child, bound to him by something far stronger than any promise or ring.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a happy, contented smile. "I want to stay here with you, right here," you insisted, your grip on him tightening.

Jenson’s smile didn’t waver, but his thoughts were clear. You were trying to hold onto him, to keep him close, just as he’d intended. He knew you thought the pregnancy had been an accident, a happy surprise that would solidify your bond. And in a way, it had—but the terms had always been his, not yours.

"Of course, love," he said softly, kissing your forehead as the cameras captured the tender moment. To everyone else, he was the perfect boyfriend, the soon-to-be father who adored his partner. But Jenson knew the truth. This had always been about control, about making sure you were his and his alone.

The clinginess had only intensified since the pregnancy, your need for his affection growing stronger with each passing day. And Jenson gave it freely, knowing it was what you needed, what would keep you from suspecting anything. In public, he let you cling to him, let you demand kisses and hugs, all while relishing the fact that you were entirely his.

You had no idea that he’d been the one to set this all in motion, that every step of this journey had been carefully calculated. He’d played the long game, and now, he was reaping the rewards. You were pregnant with his child, bound to him in a way that no other man could ever hope to break.

As you stood there, holding onto him, your eyes closed in contentment, Jenson looked out over the paddock. The media would eat this up—the doting partner, the beautiful mother-to-be. But they didn’t know the truth. This wasn’t just love; it was strategy. He had what he wanted, and he wasn’t about to let go.

He tightened his hold on you slightly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You were his, and nothing would ever change that.

[skywalker1dream]

hello! may i request a Jensen button x reader fic that is like soft dark i guess? he and readers relationship has a dom/sub dynamic and he comes back home one day to find she's not feeling well and with him home she slips into sub mode because she feels safe??

bonas points if it's because shes nearing her period and he plays with her tits to revive the pain.

Title: In His Care

Jenson button x fem!reader

Note: sooo I hope you like it I didn't had much time to write anything big bc of my work but hope this is what you had in mind or close to it and again hope you like itt ❤️

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The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, the usual comfort it provided doing little to ease the discomfort brewing within you. The telltale signs of your approaching period were making themselves known—an ache in your lower abdomen, the dull throb in your back, and a distinct tenderness in your breasts.

You sighed, sinking deeper into the couch cushions, trying to find some relief. But it was futile. The usual remedies weren’t helping, and you could feel the frustration building up inside you. What you really needed was Jensen. There was something about his presence that made everything easier to bear. His strong, steady hands, his soothing voice, the way he took control, allowing you to let go completely.

The sound of the front door opening and closing caught your attention, and your heart fluttered despite the discomfort. He was home. You didn’t need to say a word; he could sense it the moment he saw you, the way your body was tense, your breathing shallow. He crossed the room in a few long strides, his expression softening as he knelt down in front of you.

“Hello, love,” Jensen murmured, his hand cupping your cheek as he looked into your eyes, reading every emotion that flickered across your face. “You’re not feeling well, are you?”

You shook your head, unable to find your voice, but Jensen understood. He always did. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before lifting you effortlessly into his arms. The shift in position caused a wince to escape your lips, and he immediately adjusted, holding you closer, his lips brushing against your temple.

“Let’s get you more comfortable,” he whispered, carrying you into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed with the utmost care, like you were the most precious thing in the world. And to him, you were.

You felt the mattress dip as Jensen settled beside you, his presence already starting to ease the tension in your body. He pulled the covers over you, tucking you in securely before slipping in next to you. His hand found yours beneath the blankets, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice low and calm, but with an edge of authority that made you relax even more.

“Just you,” you whispered, turning into him, your head resting on his chest. “It hurts…”

Jensen’s hand moved to your back, tracing gentle lines along your spine. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “But mostly… my breasts. They’re so tender.”

He nodded, understanding exactly what you were asking for without you needing to say it. His hand moved slowly up your body, taking his time, not wanting to rush. When he reached your chest, he was careful, his fingers tracing the outline of your breasts over your shirt before slipping beneath the fabric. His touch was firm but gentle, and you sighed in relief as his warm hands cupped your aching breasts.

“Does this help?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yes…” you breathed out, closing your eyes as you let the sensation wash over you. “It helps.”

Jensen’s hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, massaging away the pain, his touch soothing yet electrifying. You could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a deep sense of calm and safety. He was here, and everything would be okay.

As his hands continued their gentle ministrations, you found yourself slipping deeper into that familiar, comforting space. You were safe in his care, and there was no need to hold on to the stress, the discomfort, the pain. Jensen had you, and you trusted him completely.

You felt his lips against your forehead again, soft and reassuring. “Just relax, love. I’ve got you.”

And with those words, you finally let go, sinking into the warmth of his embrace, knowing that with Jensen, you were always safe, always cared for, no matter what.

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Title: Behind Enemy Lines

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Note: sooo I just watched Mr. and mrs. smith...

Carlos sainz x fem!reader

Warning: Contains themes of deception, violence, and tension between lovers. (I think?)

Summary: in the high-stakes world of secret agents, you and Carlos Sainz have always been partners—until now. Suspicion and secrets have crept into your lives, pitting you against each other in a deadly game. As the tension mounts, so do your emotions, forcing you to confront the truth about your relationship. In a battle of wits and love, only one can come out on top.

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The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of city lights streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You sit on the plush leather sofa, a glass of wine in hand, casually flipping through a magazine. The air is thick with tension more than usual. You can feel it in the way your fingers tap rhythmically against the glass, the way your eyes dart toward the door every few seconds.

Carlos has been acting strange for weeks, his comings and goings more erratic than ever. It’s not like you’re any different, though. You’ve been juggling cover identities, late-night meetings, and carefully staged disappearances. It’s the life of a secret agent, after all. But something about the past few weeks has set you on edge.

The sound of the front door opening snaps you back to reality. Carlos steps in, looking every bit the part of the successful businessman he pretends to be. His sharp suit is slightly wrinkled, his tie loosened as if he’s had a long day. He meets your eyes for a moment just a moment and offers a small, tired smile.

“Hey,” he says, his voice smooth and calm, betraying none of the tension you know he’s feeling.

“Hey,” you reply, your tone equally nonchalant. But there’s something in the way you say it, something that makes Carlos pause for just a second longer than usual before he sets down his briefcase and shrugs off his jacket.

He walks over to you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before straightening up again. “How was your day?” he asks, the question as loaded as a gun.

“Same old,” you say, taking a sip of your wine. “And yours?”

Carlos shrugs, his eyes briefly flicking to the shadows beyond the windows. “Busy. Meetings all day. You know how it is.”

You nod, but you’re not really listening. Your mind is racing, running through a dozen different scenarios. You know he’s lying. You can see it in the way his jaw clenches ever so slightly, the way his hands flex at his sides as if itching to reach for something—something like the gun you know he keeps hidden in the small of his back.

But then again, you’re lying too. You’re both lying. It’s what you do. It’s who you are.

For weeks now, you’ve been suspicious, piecing together small inconsistencies, fleeting moments that didn’t quite add up. Carlos has been pulling away, more secretive than usual, and you’ve been doing the same. You’ve crossed paths on missions before, but always with the knowledge that you were working toward the same goal. Now, you’re not so sure.

“Dinner?” Carlos suggests, his voice cutting through your thoughts.

“Sure,” you reply, setting your glass down and standing up. “I’ll help.”

The two of you move to the kitchen in practiced sync, working together like you always have. It’s almost too easy, the way you navigate around each other, the way you anticipate each other’s moves. But tonight, there’s an edge to it a sense of impending doom, as if you’re both waiting for the other to make a fatal mistake.

As you chop vegetables, you catch Carlos glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You pretend not to notice, focusing on your task, but your heart rate quickens. He’s watching you closely, as if trying to gauge your intentions.

It’s a strange dance you’re doing two predators circling each other, waiting for the right moment to strike. You can feel the tension building, like a storm on the horizon, and you know it’s only a matter of time before it all comes crashing down.

“Are you okay?” Carlos asks suddenly, his voice too casual.

You pause, the knife in your hand hovering above the cutting board. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Carlos shrugs, but his eyes don’t leave yours. “Just asking.”

You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “I’m fine, Carlos.”

He nods slowly, but you can see the doubt in his eyes. He doesn’t believe you any more than you believe him.

Dinner is a quiet affair, the tension between you so thick you could cut it with a knife. Every word, every glance is loaded with unspoken accusations, unvoiced suspicions. But neither of you says anything. You just eat in silence, both of you waiting for the other to make the first move.

Afterward, you wash the dishes together, moving through the motions with the same practiced ease. But your mind is elsewhere, running through scenarios and contingency plans. You’re prepared for anything, at least, you think you are.

Finally, the dishes are done, and you both stand in the kitchen, the silence between you heavy and oppressive. You can’t take it anymore.

“Carlos,” you start, your voice steady, but your heart pounding in your chest.

He looks at you, his expression unreadable. “Yeah?”

“Are you working a job?”

Carlos’s eyes narrow slightly, just enough for you to notice. “Why do you ask?”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice calm. “Because I am too.”

His posture shifts, barely perceptible, but you notice. “What kind of job?”

You hesitate for a fraction of a second, just long enough for Carlos to catch on. “Something big,” you finally say.

There’s a moment of silence, and then Carlos’s lips curl into a faint smile. “Me too.”

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, the truth hanging between you like a guillotine. You’ve always known this day would come the day when your secrets would catch up to you, when your lies would unravel, when you’d find yourselves on opposite sides of the same mission.

“So, what now?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Carlos steps closer, his eyes locked on yours. “I guess we see who’s better,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

Your heart races as he closes the distance between you, his hand slipping around your waist, pulling you close. You can feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy, the readiness to strike.

But there’s something else there too, something that makes you hesitate something that makes you wonder if you can really go through with this.

“I love you,” you whisper, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Carlos’s grip tightens, his eyes darkening with something you can’t quite place. “I love you too,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours.

And in that moment, you know that no matter what happens next, everything has changed. There’s no going back now.

One of you is going to win, and one of you is going to lose.

But for now, in this moment, you just let yourself get lost in his kiss, savoring the calm before the storm.

[skywalker1dream]

SHIT-😳

I mean c'mon.

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Lost and Found in Monaco

Note: Helloo guysss, I can't believe it's been so long and so much has happened!! I started working, met new people and now we are good friends. I hope everyone is well and i you all are having a great summer! And OH MY GOD? 125 FOLLOWERS?? THANK YOU SO MUCH!❤️❤️

Sebastian vettel x fem!reader

Warnings: none?

Summary: let's just say one word "Soulmate's"

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Part one: The Soulmate's Myth

Sebastian Vettel had always known the stories. Everyone did. From the moment a child could comprehend language, they were told tales of the soulmates—a person born just for you, a perfect match that would make your heart sing. For most people, it happened quickly. A touch, a glance, sometimes even a name heard in passing, and you just *knew*. You’d feel the warmth in your chest, the invisible string tying you to someone else. It was as real and undeniable as gravity.

But for Sebastian, that connection had never come.

He was surrounded by stories of love and fate. He had watched with quiet envy as friends and family found their other halves. He heard about the rush of meeting your soulmate, the sudden certainty that you had found the one person who completed you in every way. But Sebastian, despite all his accomplishments and fame in Formula 1, despite being adored by fans around the world, was left with a growing emptiness.

As the years passed, Sebastian became increasingly convinced that something was wrong with him. Was he broken? Defective? He masked his worries with the thrill of racing, the roar of engines drowning out the silent fears that plagued him. But when the race was over, and the adrenaline faded, he was left with the cold, stark truth: he was alone.

The rumors started, whispers among the media and even within the paddock. "Why hasn’t Vettel found his soulmate?" they asked. Was it possible that one of the sport's brightest stars was meant to shine alone? Sebastian did his best to ignore the speculation, but it gnawed at him, deepening the void.

And then, there was you.

Part two: A Shared Loneliness

You were not so different from Sebastian. Born into a world where everyone had a destined partner, you had grown up with the same stories, the same hopes. But, like Sebastian, you had never felt that fateful connection. The years went by, and with each passing birthday, your hope dimmed.

It wasn't that you were unhappy; you had a good life, a solid career, friends who loved you. But there was a piece missing, a shadow that followed you no matter how bright the day. You were certain that you would never find your soulmate, that you would forever be the one left behind.

People tried to comfort you, to tell you that perhaps your soulmate was still out there, waiting to be found. But you had stopped believing in those words long ago. You went through the motions, attending weddings, celebrating friends' and siblings' soulmate connections, but inside, you were numb.

The idea of soulmates had once filled you with hope, but now it was a burden, a cruel joke that life had played on you. And so, you threw yourself into your work, into your passions, trying to fill the void with anything that could distract you from the painful truth.

It was your love of racing that brought you to Monaco that fateful weekend. As a lifelong fan of Formula 1, you had always dreamed of attending the Monaco Grand Prix, the crown jewel of the racing calendar. The glittering harbor, the streets transformed into a high-speed circuit, the world’s best drivers navigating the treacherous corners—it was everything you had imagined.

You were there to enjoy the race, to lose yourself in the speed and the spectacle. You had no idea that your life was about to change forever.

Part three: The Collision

Monaco was buzzing with excitement as the race weekend began. The narrow streets were packed with spectators, the air filled with the sounds of engines revving and fans cheering. You wandered through the paddock, trying to soak it all in, feeling a rare sense of peace as you lost yourself in the world of racing.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was in a foul mood. The track had always been one of his favorites, but this year, it felt different. The usual thrill was overshadowed by a persistent sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, something important. It gnawed at him, making him restless and irritable.

He was walking through the paddock, his mind elsewhere, when it happened. You were turning the corner, your attention caught by a display of racing memorabilia, when you collided with something—no, someone—solid. The impact sent you stumbling, your heart racing from the sudden jolt.

Sebastian barely registered the collision until he looked down and saw you. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. You were just a stranger, someone he had never seen before, and yet…

You felt it too. That strange, inexplicable pull, like a magnetic force drawing you closer to him. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up into his eyes, eyes that seemed to hold the same shock, the same recognition that you were feeling.

Sebastian blinked, trying to make sense of the sudden rush of emotions. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, was it? He had always imagined that meeting his soulmate—if it ever happened—would be a grand, cinematic moment. But this? This was something else entirely. It was messy and confusing and utterly real.

You didn’t say anything, neither did he. Words felt unnecessary, even impossible in that moment. But as you stood there, staring at each other, the crowd and noise of the paddock faded into the background. There was only you and him, and the undeniable connection that sparked between you.

Sebastian was the first to speak, his voice a low, uncertain murmur. “I’m sorry… are you okay?”

You nodded, still trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… surprised, I guess.”

He chuckled, a soft, almost nervous sound. “Surprised would be an understatement.”

There was a pause, a beat of silence that felt loaded with meaning. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the same questions swirling in your own thoughts. Could it be? Was this really happening?

Finally, Sebastian took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “I don’t know if this is crazy, but… do you want to get out of here? Maybe grab a coffee or something? I think we need to talk.”

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips. “I think you’re right.”

Part four: Discovering the Truth

The café was tucked away in a quiet corner of Monaco, far from the noise and chaos of the race weekend. It was the perfect place to talk, to try and make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that had taken you both by surprise.

You sat across from each other, two strangers bound by a connection you couldn’t explain. The initial awkwardness gave way to a tentative conversation, each of you sharing your stories, your fears, your doubts. It was surreal, how easy it was to open up to him, how natural it felt to be with him.

Sebastian listened intently as you told him about your life, your struggle to come to terms with the idea that you might never find your soulmate. It was a struggle he knew all too well, and as he shared his own experiences, you realized just how similar your journeys had been.

“So,” you said, stirring your coffee absently, “do you think this is it? That we’re… soulmates?”

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “I don’t know. Everything I’ve been told about soulmates makes this seem… different. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe we’re not meant to fit into the same mold as everyone else.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant. This connection, whatever it was, didn’t feel like the stories you had heard growing up. It was more complex, more real. It wasn’t about instant love or perfection. It was about finding someone who understood you, who shared your fears and your hopes.

As the conversation continued, you felt the walls you had built around yourself start to crumble. With Sebastian, there was no need to pretend, no need to hide your loneliness or your doubts. He saw you, truly saw you, in a way that no one else ever had.

And slowly, the fear that had been with you for so long began to fade, replaced by something new. It wasn’t the all-consuming, fairy-tale love that you had been led to expect. It was something quieter, something deeper—a connection built on shared experiences, on understanding and empathy.

By the time you left the café, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the streets of Monaco. As you walked side by side, you felt a sense of peace that had eluded you for years. You didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, you were okay with that.

Sebastian glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “So… where do we go from here?”

You returned his smile, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. “Wherever we want, I guess. Together?”

He nodded, a look of quiet determination in his eyes. “Together.”

And with that, the two of you walked into the night, leaving behind the fears and doubts that had haunted you for so long. You didn’t have all the answers, but you had each other, and for now, that was enough.

**Bonus Chapter: Future Dreams**

A few years had passed since that magical time in Switzerland, and your life with Sebastian had become everything you’d ever hoped for. The two of you had settled into a rhythm that was both exciting and comforting, filled with laughter, love, and a sense of contentment that you’d never known before.

But recently, you had felt something shift inside you, a new longing that had taken root in your heart. It started out small, just a fleeting thought here and there, but it had grown stronger with each passing day.

The catalyst had been a simple moment—watching Sebastian interact with children at a charity event. He had always been good with kids, but that day, as you stood on the sidelines and watched him crouch down to talk to a little boy who couldn’t have been older than five, something inside you clicked. The way he smiled at the child, the gentle tone of his voice, the easy laughter they shared—it made your heart swell with love for him in a way that was almost overwhelming.

You could picture it so clearly: Sebastian as a father, his strong, gentle hands cradling a tiny baby, his eyes filled with the same warmth and love that he always showed you. The image was so vivid, so real, that it took your breath away.

From that moment on, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea of having children with Sebastian, of starting a family together, consumed your thoughts. You imagined what it would be like to hold your own child in your arms, to see Sebastian’s smile reflected in their eyes, to build a future that included more than just the two of you.

Sebastian, ever intuitive, noticed the change in you almost immediately. He saw the way your gaze lingered on families when you were out together, the way your hand would rest on your stomach as if imagining what it would be like to carry a child. He didn’t say anything at first, wanting to give you space to sort through your feelings, but he was more attuned to you than ever.

One evening, after a particularly heartwarming day spent with friends and their children, Sebastian gently broached the subject as the two of you were getting ready for bed. You were brushing your hair in front of the mirror when you caught his reflection behind you, his eyes soft as he watched you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “Can we talk about something?”

You set down the brush, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been different lately… thinking about something. I think I know what it is, but I want to hear it from you.”

You turned in his arms to face him, your heart pounding. “I’ve been thinking about us, about our future,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “About… starting a family.”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up with understanding, and he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheeks. “You’ve been thinking about having kids,” he said, not as a question, but as a statement of fact.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I have. I can’t stop thinking about it, actually. Seeing you with children, the way you are with them… it makes me want that for us. I want to give you that, Seb. I want to have a family with you.”

His expression softened even more, a look of pure love and adoration filling his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about it too,” he confessed, his voice tender. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to bring it up, but I wanted to make sure you were ready.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached up to hold his hands, squeezing them gently. “I’m ready, Sebastian. More than anything, I want to build a life with you that includes children, a family.”

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, as if sealing the promise you had just made to each other. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled, that soft, heart-melting smile that had made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Then let’s do it,” he whispered. “Let’s make a family together.”

That night, after your heartfelt conversation, you found yourselves wrapped up in each other, a sense of unity stronger than ever before. As you lay together in the quiet of your bedroom, Sebastian's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

But there was something more in the air tonight—a different kind of intensity. The love between you had always been passionate, but this felt deeper, more purposeful, as if the shared dream of creating a family had added a new layer to your bond.

You turned to face him, your heart full as you looked into his eyes. "Sebastian," you whispered, your voice a little shaky from the emotions swirling inside you, "I want to start now. I don’t want to wait any longer."

His eyes darkened with understanding, and without a word, he pulled you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. The kiss quickly deepened, fueled by the desire that had been simmering between you all evening.

Sebastian rolled over, pinning you beneath him with a gentle but firm hold, his gaze locking onto yours. “Are you sure?” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with a raw emotion that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, your hands moving to slide under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. “More sure than I’ve ever been,” you replied, your voice breathless with anticipation.

That was all he needed to hear. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that matched your own, his hands moving to explore your body with an urgency that made your pulse quicken. The world outside your little cocoon seemed to disappear as you lost yourselves in each other, every touch, every caress charged with the knowledge that you were creating something new, something beautiful together.

Clothes were shed quickly, almost frantically, as the desire between you became a tidal wave that you couldn’t hold back. Sebastian’s hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The way he looked at you, with such reverence and need, made your heart swell with love for him.

When he finally settled above you, his body pressed against yours, the intensity of the moment hit you both. There was a brief pause, a shared breath as you both realized what this meant—this wasn’t just another night together, it was the beginning of a new chapter, the start of a journey you were both eager to embark on.

With a whispered “I love you,” Sebastian moved, and the two of you became one, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The passion between you was overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of love sending you spiraling higher. It was as if you could feel the future being written in that moment, your hearts beating in time as you both gave yourselves fully to each other.

As the intensity built, your hands gripped onto Sebastian’s shoulders, your body arching into his as you both reached the edge. And when you finally tipped over into bliss, it was like nothing you had ever felt before—deeper, more profound, a connection that went beyond the physical and into something almost spiritual.

You cried out his name, your voice filled with love and wonder, and Sebastian followed soon after, his own voice breaking as he whispered your name in return. The two of you held each other tightly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, your bodies trembling with the force of it, your hearts full to bursting.

When the world slowly came back into focus, you found yourselves still wrapped up in each other, your breathing heavy, your skin damp with sweat. But there was a sense of peace that settled over you, a deep, abiding contentment that came from knowing you were on this journey together.

Sebastian brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes soft and full of love as he looked at you. “You’re going to be an amazing mother,” he whispered, his voice filled with certainty.

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, and you smiled, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “And you’re going to be the best father,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion.

He kissed you softly, and then pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, and it soothed you, lulling you into a state of blissful contentment.

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Title: reconnecting

Max verstappen x reader

Summary: Years after drifting apart from childhood best friend Max Verstappen, you find yourself unexpectedly reunited during a family-planned summer holiday in Spain. Despite your initial reluctance to join, you discover that old bonds can reignite in the most unexpected ways.

Warning: none?

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The sun was setting over the picturesque Spanish coast, casting a golden glow over the sprawling summer house your families had rented. You stared out the car window, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and irritation. Nostalgia, because you had spent countless summers with the Verstappens as a child. Irritation, because you hadn't wanted to come on this trip at all.

"Come on, it'll be fun," your mother had insisted, practically dragging you along. "You used to love spending time with them."

"Yeah, when I was ten," you muttered under your breath. But arguing with your mom had never been fruitful, so here you were, stepping out into the warm evening air, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Your family was greeted warmly by Max's parents. You exchanged polite hugs and greetings, trying to push down the awkwardness. The house was stunning, with whitewashed walls and a terrace that overlooked the sparkling Mediterranean Sea.

You were just about to head to your room when a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. "Hey, stranger."

You turned around, heart pounding, and there he was. Max Verstappen. He looked older, more mature, but his eyes still had that same mischievous glint.

"Max?" you managed to say, your voice catching in your throat.

"In the flesh," he replied with a grin. "Long time no see."

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Later that evening, after the initial shock had worn off and dinner was served on the terrace, you found yourself sitting next to Max. The conversation flowed easily among the adults, but you and Max were a bit more reserved.

"So," Max said, breaking the silence between you two, "what have you been up to all these years?"

You shrugged, poking at your salad. "Just life, I guess. School, work. The usual. You?"

Max chuckled. "I think you know what I've been up to."

"Yeah, I guess following your career doesn't really count as keeping in touch, huh?" You smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

He nodded, his expression softening. "I missed you, you know. We used to be inseparable."

"Yeah, well, life happens," you said, a bit more sharply than you intended.

Max winced. "I'm sorry. I should have tried harder to keep in touch."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "It's not all on you. I could have reached out too."

He looked at you, his gaze intense. "Then let's make up for lost time."

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The next few days were a blur of sun, laughter, and rediscovery. You and Max fell back into a rhythm that felt both new and familiar. You found yourselves staying up late, talking about everything and nothing. One night, as you both sat on the terrace, the stars twinkling above, Max turned to you.

"Do you remember that summer when we were ten, and we tried to build a treehouse?"

You laughed. "Yeah, it was more like a pile of sticks than a treehouse."

Max grinned. "We were so determined though. I kind of miss that."

"Miss what? Failing at building things?"

He shook his head. "No. Just... us. The way we used to be."

You looked at him, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Me too."

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As the days passed, it became clear that this trip was more than just a family reunion. It was a chance to rebuild something you both thought was lost. And as you sat together on the beach, watching the waves crash against the shore, you realized that sometimes, life has a way of bringing you back to where you belong.

Max turned to you, his eyes reflecting the ocean. "So, what do you say? Think we can give this friendship another shot?"

You smiled, feeling lighter than you had in years. "Yeah, I think we can."

And maybe, just maybe, it could be something more.

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The summer house buzzed with the sounds of laughter and conversation. It felt like old times, but with an edge of something new and unspoken. You and Max had grown, and so had the dynamics between you.

Years after drifting apart from childhood best friend Max Verstappen, you find yourself unexpectedly reunited during a family-planned summer holiday in Spain. Despite your initial reluctance to join, you discover that old bonds can reignite in the most unexpected ways.

One afternoon, as you were chatting with Max in the garden, your mother approached, a wide smile on her face. "[your name], have you met the new neighbors? They're a lovely family. Their son, Aaron, is around your age."

You shot her a look, sensing her ulterior motives. "Uh, no, I haven't met them yet."

Max's expression shifted slightly, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes.

"Well, you should come meet them. They're joining us for a barbecue tonight," your mother continued.

"Sure, Mom," you replied, trying to hide your reluctance.

That evening, as everyone gathered on the terrace for the barbecue, you were introduced to Aaron. He was friendly, charming, and clearly interested in getting to know you. You couldn't help but notice Max's jaw tighten every time Aaron made you laugh.

"So, [your name]," Aaron said, his eyes sparkling, "what do you do?"

Before you could answer, Max cut in. "She's actually really talented. She works in marketing and has a knack for creative projects."

You raised an eyebrow at Max. "I can speak for myself, you know."

Aaron laughed, oblivious to the tension. "That's impressive. Maybe you can give me some tips. I'm starting my own business and could use some marketing advice."

"Sure," you said, smiling. "I'd be happy to help."

Max excused himself abruptly, muttering something about getting more drinks. You watched him go, feeling a mix of confusion and concern.

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Later that night, you found Max sitting alone on the beach, staring out at the dark waves. You approached cautiously. "Hey, you okay?"

He glanced up at you, his expression unreadable. "Yeah, just needed some air."

You sat down beside him. "You seemed a bit off tonight."

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... I don't know. Seeing you with Aaron, I guess I felt a bit... jealous."

You blinked, taken aback by his honesty. "Jealous? Why?"

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours. "Because I realized I don't want to lose you again. Not to anyone."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Max, you won't lose me. We're just reconnecting."

He shook his head. "It's more than that. I think it always has been."

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The next day, the tension between you and Max was palpable. Your families noticed, and during breakfast, Max's mother, Sophie, leaned over to your mother. "Those two have always had a special bond, haven't they?"

Your mother nodded, a knowing smile on her lips. "Yes, they have. Maybe this summer will be good for them."

As the day wore on, you tried to focus on enjoying the holiday, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Max and his confession. You decided to confront the situation head-on.

That evening, you found Max in the kitchen, helping to prepare dinner. "We need to talk," you said, your voice firm.

He looked at you, his expression wary. "Okay."

You took a deep breath. "About what you said last night. Do you really mean it?"

Max set down the knife he was holding and turned to face you fully. "I do. I think I've always felt this way, but I didn't realize it until now."

Your heart raced as you stepped closer. "Then why did you let us drift apart?"

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I was young and stupid. I thought I needed to focus on racing, and everything else fell by the wayside. Including you."

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Well, we're here now. And we have a chance to start over."

Max's eyes softened as he covered your hand with his. "I'd like that. A lot."

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Over the next few days, the dynamic between you and Max shifted. There was a new closeness, an unspoken understanding that something more was blooming between you. The jealousy that had sparked in Max whenever Aaron was around seemed to dissipate as he grew more confident in your feelings for him.

One evening, as you and Max walked along the beach, he stopped and turned to you, taking both of your hands in his. "I've been thinking a lot about us," he said softly.

You looked up at him, your heart pounding. "And?"

"And I don't want to waste any more time," he said, his eyes intense. "I want to be with you, [your name]. For real."

You smiled, feeling tears of happiness prick at the corners of your eyes. "I want that too."

He leaned in, and as his lips met yours, you felt the past melt away, replaced by the promise of a future together.

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The days that followed your confession on the beach were filled with a heady mix of tension and passion. You and Max were inseparable, yet the simmering emotions between you both seemed to heighten with each passing moment.

One particularly hot afternoon, as you lounged by the pool, Aaron sauntered over, his charming smile firmly in place. "Hey, [your name], up for a swim?"

You glanced at Max, who was sitting nearby, his eyes narrowing slightly at Aaron's approach. "Sure, why not," you replied, feeling a bit mischievous.

As you and Aaron splashed around in the pool, Max's gaze grew darker. He tried to focus on his book, but his eyes kept drifting to where you were laughing with Aaron.

Aaron swam closer, his playful demeanor making you laugh even more. "You know, I was thinking we could go into town tomorrow. There's this great market I think you'd love."

"That sounds fun," you said, catching Max's glare from the corner of your eye.

Max couldn't take it anymore. He stood up abruptly, the deck chair scraping against the tiles. "Actually, we have plans tomorrow," he said, his voice tight.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "We do?"

Max nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Yes, I thought we could explore that secluded beach we talked about."

You saw the determination in his eyes and decided to play along. "Oh, right. The beach. Sorry, Aaron, maybe another time."

Aaron looked between you and Max, realizing he was outmatched. "No problem, maybe another time then."

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That evening, the tension between you and Max was palpable. You found yourselves alone in the living room, the flickering light from the fireplace casting shadows on the walls.

"Was that really necessary?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Max stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "Yes, it was. I can't stand seeing you with him."

Your breath hitched as he closed the distance between you. "Max, he's just a friend."

"I know," he said, his voice low and rough. "But I...."

He reached out, gently cupping your face. The world seemed to stop as he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. You melted against him, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

The kiss deepened, filled with all the longing and passion that had built up between you. Max's hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer, as if afraid you'd disappear if he let go.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and looked into his eyes. "Max, we need to talk about this."

He nodded, his forehead resting against yours. "I know. But right now, I just want you. Is that okay?"

You answered by kissing him again, your lips moving with an urgency that matched his. The tension and passion swirled around you, making it impossible to think clearly.

As the minutes turned into hours, you found yourselves tangled together on the couch, the intensity of your make-out session leaving you both breathless and wanting more.

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The next morning, you woke up wrapped in Max's arms. He looked down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Morning," he murmured.

"Morning," you replied, stretching. "About last night..."

He kissed your forehead. "I meant every word. I want to be with you."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I want that too, Max."

Just then, your mother knocked on the door, interrupting the moment. "[Your name], Max, breakfast is ready."

You sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Max. "Coming, Mom!"

As you made your way downstairs, Aaron was already at the table, chatting with your families. He looked up, a curious expression on his face. "Morning, [your name] Did you sleep well?"

You felt Max's hand on the small of your back, a silent claim. "Yes, thank you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Aaron's gaze flickered to Max's hand, then back to you. "So, about that trip to town..."

Max's grip tightened slightly. "Actually, we're still planning to visit that secluded beach today."

You shot Max a look, then turned to Aaron. "Maybe another time, Aaron. But thank you."

Aaron smiled, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Of course. Enjoy your day."

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The drive to the secluded beach was filled with a mix of comfortable silence and playful banter. Once there, you and Max spread out a blanket on the sand, the sound of the waves creating a serene backdrop.

As you sat together, Max took your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "I can't believe how quickly things have changed," he said softly.

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body. "Maybe it was always meant to be this way."

He looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion. "I don't want to waste any more time. I want us to be together, for real."

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. "I want that too, Max. More than anything."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that promised a future filled with love and passion. As the sun set over the horizon, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together, and you couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

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And...that's it I think I will write part 2...tell me what do you think..byee

[skywalker1dream]

I already wrote a fic about Max, it just needs some editing, I find it hard to write these days and it scares me 🥲 I'm watching football now, I will post it soon...byee

[skywalker1dream]

So....I'm I haven't been active these days, so I'm sorry..

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[skywalker1dream]

Title: The Champion's Prize

note: hope you like it. hope you are having a good day or night, drink water and eat healthy...byee <3

Warnings: Alcohol use, mild language, fluff

Summary: When Charles comes home drunk and adorable, he turns into a playful WWE champion. You find yourself caught in his antics, realizing just how deeply he loves you.

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You were sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through the channels on TV, when you heard the unmistakable sound of keys jingling at the front door. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was just past midnight. You smiled to yourself, knowing Charles must be back from his night out with the boys.

The door swung open and in stumbled Charles, a goofy grin plastered across his face. "Ma chérie!" he exclaimed, a bit too loudly, causing you to giggle.

"Hey, you," you said, standing up and walking over to him. "Have a good time?"

"The best!" he declared, throwing his arms around you in an exaggerated hug. You could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, but it was mixed with the familiar cologne that you loved. He pulled back and looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Guess what?"

"What?" you asked, playing along.

"I…am the WWE champion!" he announced, striking a dramatic pose. Before you could react, he scooped you up and carried you over to the bed, gently tossing you onto it. You couldn't help but burst into laughter as he climbed up beside you.

"Oh no, not the WWE champion!" you teased, pretending to be frightened.

"Yes, the WWE champion!" he repeated, flexing his muscles and puffing out his chest. "And now, for my finishing move…" He gently grabbed a pillow and lightly bopped you on the head with it.

You laughed even harder, clutching your sides. "You're ridiculous," you said between giggles.

He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours. "Ridiculously in love with you," he said with a sweet, sincere tone that made your heart melt.

You reached up and cupped his cheek, smiling at him. "I love you too, my WWE champion."

Charles grinned and flopped down beside you, pulling you into his arms. "You know what else?" he asked, his voice already starting to get sleepy.

"What?"

"I won an award tonight," he said, closing his eyes and nuzzling into your neck.

"Oh really? And what award is that?" you asked, playing along again.

He opened one eye and looked at you, his expression completely serious. "The award for having the best girlfriend in the world."

Your heart swelled with love and you kissed his forehead. "Well, you definitely deserve that award."

He sighed contentedly and tightened his grip around you. "I'm so lucky to have you," he murmured, his voice fading as he drifted off to sleep.

You lay there for a moment, listening to his steady breathing and feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. "I'm lucky to have you too," you whispered, knowing he was already fast asleep.

As you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but smile, thinking about how even in his drunken state, Charles always knew how to make you feel loved and cherished.

The next morning, you woke up to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. Charles was still sound asleep, his arm draped protectively over you. You smiled, remembering his antics from the night before. Gently, you disentangled yourself from his embrace, careful not to wake him, and tiptoed to the kitchen to make some coffee.

As you were brewing the coffee, you heard a faint groan from the bedroom, followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps. Charles appeared in the doorway, looking adorably disheveled with his hair sticking up in all directions.

"Good morning, WWE champion," you teased, handing him a cup of coffee.

He groaned again, this time in embarrassment, rubbing his temples. "Oh no, what did I do last night?"

You laughed and leaned against the counter, watching him take a sip of his coffee. "You were very cute. You pretended to be a WWE champion and even won an award for having the best girlfriend in the world."

A blush crept up Charles' cheeks as he looked at you with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry if I was too much."

"Don't be," you said, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. "It was adorable, and it made me realize just how much you love me, even when you're drunk."

He placed his coffee cup on the counter and hugged you tightly. "I do love you, more than anything, Ma chérie" he murmured into your hair.

You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. "I love you too, Charles. Now, how about we spend the day relaxing and maybe watch some actual WWE?"

Charles chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "That sounds like a perfect plan."

The two of you spent the morning lounging on the couch, binge-watching WWE matches and laughing together. Charles kept making silly comments, mimicking the wrestlers' moves and expressions, making you laugh so hard your sides hurt.

At one point, he got up and struck another dramatic pose. "And now, the reigning champion, Charles Leclerc, will perform his signature move!" He gently tackled you onto the couch, both of you dissolving into fits of laughter.

After a while, you both settled down, with Charles lying on the couch and your head resting on his chest. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your arm as you both watched the TV in comfortable silence.

"Thank you for always being there for me," he said softly, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Always, Charles. You're my champion, after all."

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his eyes full of love and adoration. "And you're my prize, the best one I could ever win, Ma chérie."

You snuggled closer, feeling completely content and loved. No matter what antics he got up to, you knew that Charles would always be your champion, both in the ring of life and in your heart.

[skywalker1dream]

Title: High-Speed Desires

note: so what do you think?

Summary: You always loved the thrill of being in the car with Sebastian Vettel, feeling his hand on your thigh as he drove. But when you make him jealous, the ride takes a heated turn as he shows you exactly who you belong to, igniting a passion that neither of you can resist.

Warnings: Explicit language, NSFW content, sexual tension?

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The engine roared to life beneath you, the familiar vibration of the car sending a shiver down your spine. You glanced over at Sebastian, his eyes focused on the road ahead, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other resting possessively on your thigh. It was a gesture you had come to adore, a silent claim over you that spoke volumes.

Tonight, however, things were different. Earlier at the party, you had seen the flash of jealousy in his eyes when you had laughed a little too much at another man's joke, and now, as he drove, you could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

He tightened his grip on your thigh, fingers digging in deliciously, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. His eyes flicked to you, dark and intense, before returning to the road.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" he said, voice low and dangerously calm. "Flirting with other men, testing my patience."

You bit your lip, cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I wasn't flirting, Seb. I was just being friendly."

His hand moved higher, squeezing your thigh harder. "Friendly," he repeated, almost to himself. "We'll see how friendly you are when I'm done with you."

The car sped up, the scenery outside a blur as he navigated the winding roads with ease. You watched him, mesmerized by the way he licked his lips, the way his tongue darted out, wetting them before he bit down slightly. Every movement was hypnotic, and you felt your breath quicken, your body responding to the raw masculinity he exuded.

"You belong to me," he growled, his hand slipping dangerously close to your core, making you whimper. "And I'm going to remind you of that."

"Seb," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "Please…"

He smirked, glancing at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Please what? Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you whispered, shaking your head. "I don't want you to stop."

His hand moved higher, brushing against your panties, and you moaned softly, arching into his touch. "That's what I thought," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine, and I don't share."

You could see the determination in his face, the way his jaw clenched, his muscles tensed. His hand never left your thigh, even as he expertly maneuvered the car. The control he had over both the vehicle and you was intoxicating, and you found yourself unable to look away from him.

"Do you know what I want to do to you?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "I want to pull over, drag you into my lap, and kiss you, fuck you, until you can't think straight."

You shivered at the thought, your lips parting in anticipation. "Then do it," you challenged, your eyes locking with his. "Show me."

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually do it. But instead, he tightened his grip on your thigh, his fingers brushing against your soaked panties, making you gasp.

"Not yet," he murmured. "First, I want to hear you beg."

You whimpered, feeling the heat pooling between your legs. "Seb, please," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you."

He smirked, his hand moving in slow, tantalizing circles. "That's more like it," he said. "Now, tell me who you belong to."

"You," you breathed, your body trembling with desire. "I belong to you, Sebastian."

"Good girl," he said, his voice a low purr. "Now, sit back and enjoy the ride. I'm not done with you yet."

The tension between you was electric, the air thick with unspoken promises. You watched him, utterly captivated, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew that whatever happened next, it would be something you would never forget.

As he continued to drive, his hand teasing and tormenting you, you realized that you were completely at his mercy. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sebastian kept his eyes on the road, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as his fingers danced teasingly along your thigh. You were lost in the sensation, your body aching for more, every touch sending waves of desire coursing through you. The city lights blurred past as he drove, each turn and acceleration pushing you further into a haze of need.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "So desperate for me."

You moaned softly, your hands gripping the seat as you tried to steady yourself. "Seb, please… I can't take it."

"Can't take what?" he asked, his fingers slipping under the hem of your skirt, dangerously close to where you needed him most. "This?" He brushed against your soaked panties again, making you gasp.

"Yes," you whimpered. "I need you."

He chuckled darkly, his thumb circling your clit through the fabric. "Tell me what you want, love. I want to hear you say it."

You bit your lip, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "I want you to touch me. I want you to make me yours."

"Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl. "I like hearing you beg."

"Sebastian, please, please, fuck me" you begged, your voice a desperate plea.

"Not yet," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "First, I want to see you come undone."

His hand slipped beneath your skirt, fingers finding their way to your soaked panties. He pushed them aside, his fingers sliding through your slick folds, finding your clit with unerring precision. You gasped, your body arching into his touch, the sensation overwhelming.

"That's it," he murmured. "Let go for me. Show me how much you need me."

His fingers moved faster, circling and stroking, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Without warning, he pulled into a secluded spot, the car coming to a sudden halt. The silence was deafening, the only sound your ragged breathing and the pounding of your heart.

Sebastian turned to you, his eyes dark with desire. "Get in the back seat," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You scrambled to obey, your body trembling with anticipation. As soon as you were settled, he joined you, his hands immediately on you, pulling you into his lap. His lips crashed against yours, the kiss hard and demanding, stealing your breath away.

You melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with need. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"Show me," you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

He growled, his hands moving to your panties, pulling them aside. "You don't know what you're asking for," he said, his eyes locking with yours. "But I'm going to give it to you anyway."

Before you could respond, his fingers slipped inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. He moved with a skill that left you breathless, his thumb circling your clit in perfect rhythm. You clung to him, your head falling back as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

"Sebastian," you moaned, your body arching into him. "Please, I need…"

"I know what you need," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "And I'm going to give it to you."

"You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You like it when I touch you like this."

"Yes," you gasped, your breath coming in ragged bursts. "I love it, Seb. Please, I need more."

His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and control. "Patience, darling. All good things come to those who wait."

His fingers moved inside you with a skill that left you breathless, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. You clung to the seat, your knuckles white, as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

"Seb, I'm going to—" you started, but he cut you off with a dark chuckle.

"Not yet," he said, withdrawing his hand suddenly, leaving you teetering on the brink of release. "Not until I say so."

You whimpered in frustration, your body aching with unfulfilled desire. "Please, Seb," you begged, your voice trembling. "I need to come. Please."

he look at you with a predatory glint in his eyes. "You want to come?" he asked, his tone challenging.

You could only moan in response, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Seb," you gasped, your head falling back as the pleasure built to a crescendo. "please..."

"Come for me," he growled, "Come for me, kleiner Hase" little bunny

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with an intensity that left you breathless. You screamed his name, your body trembling in his arms as he continued to move, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praised, his lips moving to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks of his claim.

You could feel him hard against you, his need as evident as yours. He shifted, his hands moving to your waist, lifting you slightly before positioning himself at your entrance. With one swift motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely.

You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he moved, his pace relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. He held you tight, his grip firm, as if he couldn't bear to let you go.

"Seb," you moaned, your head falling back as he pounded into you. "Oh, God, yes."

"That's right," he groaned, his lips on your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Let everyone know who you belong to."

He set a relentless pace, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You clung to him, your body moving in perfect sync with his. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the rhythm of your passion.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His hands were everywhere, exploring, claiming, and you responded with equal fervor. He pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"Turn around," he commanded, and you did, your body trembling with anticipation.

He positioned you so that you were on your knees, your hands braced against the back seat. You felt his hands on your hips.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. "Do you like being punished, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you gasped, arching back against his touch. "Please, Seb. I need you."

"Good girl," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You felt the head of his cock at your entrance, and you moaned, pushing back against him. He groaned, gripping your hips tightly as he thrust into you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, and you cried out, your fingers digging into the seat.

Sebastian set a punishing pace, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing, caressing, and you were lost in the storm of sensation. You could hear his breathing, ragged and heavy, feel his control slipping as he pounded into you.

Sebastian’s hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips, your waist, your breasts, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter and brighter. He tore his mouth from yours, trailing kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin until you were sure you would be marked for days.

His mouth found yours again, the kiss just as intense as before. You could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge, the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly with each powerful stroke. Sebastian’s grip on you tightened, his pace becoming more erratic as he neared his own release.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come around me.”

His words pushed you over the edge, the coil snapping as pleasure washed over you in a blinding, overwhelming wave. You cried out his name, your body convulsing around him as you reached your peak. Sebastian followed moments later, his own release triggering a final, powerful thrust that left you both gasping for breath.

You collapsed onto the seat, utterly spent, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. The car was filled with the sound of your ragged breathing, the intensity of the moment slowly giving way to a comforting warmth.

"Don't ever doubt how much I need you," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine, now and always."

You nodded, snuggling into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. "I know," you whispered back. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As you lay there in the aftermath, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was where you belonged. With Sebastian, in his car, driving through life together, bound by love and desire.

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Safe Haven

max verstappen x reader

note: hope you like it!! drink water and eat healthy

Warnings: Mentions of emotional and physical abuse, angst, hurt/comfort. mentions of j*s verstappen. anything else?

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Max Verstappen stormed into the Red Bull garage, his fists clenched and his jaw set in a hard line. The race had been a disaster. An unexpected engine failure had cost him a podium finish, and his father's harsh words still echoed in his ears. He needed to get away, to find some semblance of peace. And he knew exactly where to find it.

As he pushed through the throng of team members and journalists, he spotted you waiting by his trailer. Your eyes met his, and for a brief moment, the storm within him quieted. You offered him a soft, understanding smile, and he quickened his pace.

"Max," you said gently as he approached.

He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. You could feel the tension in his body, the barely contained rage and frustration.

"It's okay," you whispered, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "I'm here."

Max took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent. "I just want to go home," he murmured, his voice muffled against your neck. "I need to get out of here."

You nodded, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Let's go then," you said softly. "We can head back to the hotel and you can relax. I'll take care of everything."

Max managed a small, grateful smile. "Thank you," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere."

The drive back to the hotel was quiet, the silence punctuated only by the occasional sniffle from Max. You reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He glanced at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow.

Once in the privacy of your hotel room, Max seemed to crumble. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. You sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently.

He shook his head. "Not really," he admitted. "I just… I can't get his words out of my head. He was so angry, so disappointed."

"Your dad?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

Max nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He said I was a failure. That I'd never live up to his expectations."

Your heart ached for him. You knew how much his father's approval meant to him, and how devastating it was when he didn't receive it. You gently cupped his face, making him look at you.

"Max, listen to me," you said firmly. "You are not a failure. You are an incredible driver and an even more incredible person. Your father's words don't define you."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as he took a shuddering breath. "I just… I don't know how to deal with it anymore," he confessed. "It's like no matter what I do, it's never enough for him."

You pulled him into another hug, holding him tightly. "You don't have to deal with it alone," you reminded him. "You have me. You always have me."

Max clung to you, the dam finally breaking as he let out a choked sob. You held him through it, whispering soothing words and stroking his hair.

After a while, his sobs subsided, replaced by exhausted silence. He pulled back slightly, looking at you with a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For being here. For understanding."

You smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. "Always," you said simply. "Now, why don't you get some rest? I'll stay right here with you."

Max nodded, finally allowing himself to relax. He lay down on the bed, and you settled beside him, your fingers running gently through his hair.

As he drifted off to sleep, Max felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. You were his safe haven, his sanctuary. And as long as he had you, he knew he could face whatever challenges came his way.

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The following morning, you woke to find Max still peacefully asleep, his head resting on your chest. The previous night's tension had eased from his face, replaced by a calm serenity that made your heart swell with love and protectiveness. You gently shifted, trying not to wake him, but his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning," you replied, brushing a kiss on his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

He took a moment to think, then sighed. "Better, I think. Thanks to you."

You smiled, your hand finding his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm glad. Do you want to talk about what happened with your dad?"

Max hesitated, his eyes clouding over with the memory of the argument. "I don't know," he admitted. "Part of me wants to just forget about it, but I know that won't help."

"Talking might," you said gently. "But only if you're ready."

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "He just… he got so angry. He said I embarrassed him, that I wasn't trying hard enough. It was like all those years of pressure and expectations just came crashing down on me again."

You felt a pang of anger on his behalf. Jos Verstappen's harshness had always been a sore point, but hearing it directly from Max made it all the more painful. "Max, you did everything you could. You gave it your all, like you always do."

"I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's never enough for him. I thought maybe if I kept winning, kept proving myself, he'd finally be proud of me. But it's like nothing I do is ever good enough."

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. "Listen to me, Max. You are enough. More than enough. Not because of your wins or your titles, but because of who you are. You're strong, you're kind, and you're resilient. Your father's approval doesn't define your worth."

Max's eyes filled with tears again, and he nodded slowly. "I know you're right. It's just hard to remember that sometimes."

"That's why I'm here," you said softly. "To remind you. And to stand by you, no matter what."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender, grateful kiss. When he pulled back, he looked at you with a depth of emotion that took your breath away. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he repeated, his voice thick with emotion.

"You'll never have to find out," you promised, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

The two of you spent the day together, cocooned in the safety of your hotel room. You ordered room service, watched movies, and talked about everything and nothing. Max gradually began to relax, the weight of the previous day's events lifting as he basked in your presence.

Later that evening, as the sun began to set, Max turned to you with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I think I need to have a serious talk with my dad. I can't keep living like this, constantly trying to measure up to his impossible standards."

You nodded, proud of his resolve. "I think that's a good idea. But make sure you do it when you're ready. And remember, you have every right to set boundaries."

"I will," he said, his voice stronger now. "And knowing that I have you by my side makes me feel like I can handle anything."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man before you. "And I'll always be here, Max. No matter what."

He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly as if drawing strength from your presence. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a raw sincerity.

"I love you too," you replied, pressing a kiss to his temple.

In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the future didn't seem so daunting. Together, you could face anything. And as long as you had each other, you knew everything would be alright.

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im half asleep so let me know if there are any mistakes

[skywalker1dream]

Ooo maybe you could write a dark one shot about Carlos where he is so obsessed and thinks the reader will leave her so he baby traps her

Hope you like it, I'm not gonna lie this had been resting in my drafts for months, I'm not good with NSFW so hope you like it.... :)

Title: Obsessed

Ahhh look at his eyes...

Carlos sainz x reader

Warning: I'm not good with warnings 😅

Summary: Carlos Sainz had always been charming, the perfect gentleman, with a smile that could light up a room. His dedication to Formula 1 was unmatched, but nothing compared to his devotion to you. From the moment you met, he had been nothing short of perfect, attentive, loving, and fiercely protective. But beneath that polished exterior, Carlos harbored a dark secret. His love for you bordered on obsession, and the fear of losing you consumed him.

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"Carlos, can we talk about something?" you asked one evening, curling up on the couch next to him. The Spanish driver looked at you with those intense brown eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Of course, mi amor. What is it?" He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

"I’ve been thinking about my career. I got an offer from a company in New York. It’s a great opportunity, and I think I should consider it," you said cautiously, gauging his reaction.

Carlos’s grip tightened slightly, though his smile remained. "New York? That’s so far away, cariño."

"I know, but it’s an amazing opportunity. but we can make it work, right?"

Carlos’s mind raced. She can't leave me. I can't lose her. Not now, not ever. The idea of you being so far away, possibly meeting someone else, was unbearable. He had to do something.

"Of course, we can make it work," he said, forcing a smile. "But let’s not rush into any decisions, okay? We have time."

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Later that night, as you slept peacefully beside him, Carlos lay awake, his mind plotting. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose you. There was only one solution, one way to ensure you would always be his. He had to make sure you stayed, and he knew exactly how to do it.

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The next few weeks passed in a blur. Carlos was more attentive than ever, lavishing you with gifts and affection. You felt overwhelmed by his love, thinking it was his way of showing support for your career decision. Little did you know, he had a plan.

One evening, he suggested a romantic getaway to a secluded villa in the Spanish countryside. "Just the two of us, no distractions," he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The villa was beautiful, a paradise hidden away from the world. Carlos made sure everything was perfect, candles, wine, and your favorite meal. As you relaxed in the warm glow of the evening, you felt truly happy.

"To us," Carlos said, raising his glass.

"To us," you echoed, smiling at him.

As the night wore on, Carlos's touches became more intimate, his kisses more demanding. You were lost in the moment, unaware of the meticulous planning that had gone into this night. He held you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, his hands roaming your body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

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After dinner, Carlos led you to the bedroom, his eyes dark with desire. He undressed you slowly, savoring every inch of your skin. "You’re mine," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "Only mine."

You nodded, lost in the haze of passion. Carlos’s touches were more intense than ever, his need for you almost desperate. He guided you to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. His hands gripped your wrists, pinning you down as he kissed you fiercely.

"Carlos," you gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Please..."

"Shh, mi amor," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. "I need you."

His movements became more urgent, his grip on your wrists tightening. There was a darkness in his eyes, a possessiveness that both thrilled and scared you. But you trusted him, believed in his love for you. You had no idea of the true extent of his obsession.

She's so trusting, so innocent. She'll never suspect a thing. His heart raced with excitement as he thought about his plan. This is the only way. She'll thank me someday.

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Weeks later, you stood in the bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief. "Carlos?" you called out, your voice trembling.

He rushed in, his heart pounding with anticipation. "What is it, cariño?"

You held up the test, tears in your eyes. "I’m pregnant."

A slow smile spread across Carlos’s face as he pulled you into his arms. "This is wonderful news, mi amor. We’re going to be a family."

But... how? you thought. "We were so careful."

"Sometimes things happen for a reason," he said softly, stroking your hair. "Maybe it’s fate."

You nodded, still in shock but feeling reassured by his calm demeanor. Carlos held you tightly, his mind racing with triumph. His plan had worked. You were his now, forever.

It's done. She won't leave me now. She can't.

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As the months passed, you adjusted to the idea of becoming a mother, while Carlos’s possessiveness grew. He monitored your every move, ensuring you were never out of his sight for long. You found his protectiveness endearing, never suspecting the true extent of his obsession.

One night, as you lay in bed, you turned to him and asked, "Carlos, are you happy?"

"Of course I am," he replied, kissing your forehead. "I have everything I’ve ever wanted."

"But what about my career, Carlos?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I still think about that opportunity in New York sometimes."

Carlos’s eyes darkened momentarily before he composed himself. "Your career is important, mi amor, but we have a child to think about now. Maybe this is a sign that your place is here, with me, with our family."

I can't let her think about leaving. Not now. Not ever.

"I know, but it’s still hard to let go of my dreams," you said softly.

Carlos tightened his grip on you, his voice firm. "Your dreams are important, but nothing is more important than our family. Do you understand?"

You nodded, feeling conflicted. "Yes, I understand."

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As your pregnancy progressed, Carlos became even more controlling. He insisted on accompanying you to every doctor’s appointment, monitored your diet, and even limited your contact with friends and family. You found his behavior stifling at times, but his love and dedication made you overlook the darker aspects of his possessiveness.

One night, as you lay in bed, you turned to Carlos and said, "Carlos, I feel like I’m losing myself. I don’t have any time for my own things anymore."

Carlos’s eyes narrowed slightly. "You’re carrying our child, mi amor. This is a time to focus on our family."

"I know, but I still need some space. Just a little," you pleaded.

She doesn't understand. This is for her own good. "I understand. Maybe I’ve been too protective. But I love you, and I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you or our baby."

"I love you too," you said, feeling a mixture of gratitude and confusion.

Carlos kissed you deeply, his hands wandering possessively over your body. "You’re mine, and I’ll do anything to keep you safe. Anything."

You shivered at the intensity of his words, feeling a strange mix of fear and arousal. You had no idea how deep his obsession ran, nor the lengths he had gone to ensure you would never leave him.

She'll never know. She'll never understand. But she'll stay with me. Forever.

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Months later, as you cradled your newborn baby in your arms, you looked at Carlos with tears of joy in your eyes. "We did it, Carlos. We’re a family."

Carlos smiled, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Yes, mi amor. We’re a family now. Forever."

As you looked at your baby, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment, but also a lingering confusion. You still didn’t understand how everything had happened so quickly, so perfectly. But you trusted Carlos, believed in his love for you.

You had no idea of the darkness that lay beneath his loving facade, nor the lengths he had gone to keep you by his side. To you, it was a happy accident, a twist of fate. To Carlos, it was the culmination of a carefully crafted plan, ensuring you would never leave him.

And as you drifted off to sleep with your baby in your arms, Carlos watched you with a possessive gleam in his eye, knowing that you were his forever.

She's mine now. Completely. And she will never know.

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let me know what do you think.. but i think something is missing...

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Love, Laughter, and Appendicitis

carlos sainz x reader

note: is 4:30am and i cant sleep so i was like why not write something and here it is...hope you like it, hope you are having a good day or night, dont forget to drink water and eat healthy...:)

Warnings: Fluff, Mention of Medical Procedures, Mild Language. thats it, i think?

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You sit in the stiff, uncomfortable chair beside Carlos' hospital bed, fingers entwined with his. The sterile smell of antiseptic fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of the flowers you'd brought earlier in the day. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor is a constant reminder of where you are and why you're here.

Carlos had been rushed to the hospital with a sudden bout of appendicitis. The surgery had gone smoothly, but the waiting had been torture. Now, as he lay recovering, his handsome face was relaxed in sleep, the worst of your worries were behind you. But you couldn’t help the anxiety that lingered, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, searching for any sign of discomfort.

Carlos Sr., his father, sits on the other side of the bed, a comforting presence in the otherwise clinical room. He’s been through this before, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to your still-frayed nerves.

Carlos stirs, his eyes fluttering open. You lean forward, your heart leaping as he wakes. His brown eyes are glazed, a side effect of the pain medication, but they light up when they find yours.

“Mi amor,” he slurs, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “Did you bring the giraffes?”

You blink in confusion, glancing at Carlos Sr., who chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Giraffes, Carlos?” you ask gently, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“Sí, giraffes,” he insists, trying to nod but wincing slightly. “I wanted to ride one. In the… in the… where are we?”

“We’re in the hospital, love,” you say softly, squeezing his hand. “You had surgery, remember?”

He frowns, then his face lights up again. “Oh! The appendicit… appendici-thingy. I remember. It’s gone now, right?”

“Yes, it’s gone,” you reassure him, biting back a smile. “You’re going to be just fine.”

Carlos Sr. shakes his head, laughing quietly. “He’s never been good with pain meds,” he says, his voice filled with affection.

Carlos looks over at his father, his expression suddenly serious. “Papá, you promised to get me a hot air balloon. We need to go to… the moon.”

You can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Despite your worry, Carlos' delirious ramblings are endearing, his usual composed demeanor replaced with childlike wonder.

“We’ll get you that hot air balloon,” his father promises, playing along. “Just rest for now.”

Carlos seems satisfied with this answer, his eyes drifting closed again. But just as you think he’s fallen asleep, he squeezes your hand, looking up at you with a lopsided grin. “You’re so pretty, did you know that? Like a… a… pretty butterfly. No, wait… prettier.”

Your heart melts, and you press a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you, my love.”

He blinked slowly, his eyes focusing on you with some difficulty. "Hey, cariño," he slurred, his voice dreamy. "Did you know… you have the prettiest eyes? Like... two big... beautiful... stars."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, despite the situation. The anesthesia and pain meds were clearly affecting him. "Thank you, love," you said softly, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.

Carlos Sr. chuckled from the other side of the bed. "He's going to be talking nonsense for a while. Don't worry, it's normal."

You nodded, but you couldn't stop the bubble of laughter that escaped your lips when Carlos continued. "And... and did you see the... the purple elephants? They were... they were dancing! So funny."

"Purple elephants?" you asked, your amusement growing. "I must have missed them."

Carlos laughed, a sound that was both loopy and endearing. "Yeah, they were... they were here. But they said... 'Carlos, you need to... to rest.' And I said... 'Okay, but only if... if my beautiful wife can stay.'"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mix of relief and overwhelming love. "I'm right here, Carlos. I'm not going anywhere."

He sighed contentedly, squeezing your hand with surprising strength. "Good... 'cause... 'cause I love you so much. Did I tell you that today?"

Carlos Sr. shook his head, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. "I think you have, but it's always nice to hear," he said, clearly enjoying the show.

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Carlos's forehead. "I love you too, Carlos. So, so much."

He beamed up at you, his eyes drifting shut again. "Good... 'cause... you're stuck with me... forever."

"As long as you don't go chasing any more purple elephants," you teased, feeling the tension in your chest finally start to ease.

few minutes later:

Carlos blinked slowly, his expression earnest despite his haze. "No, really," he insisted, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess. "You’re like... like a goddess. My goddess. And we’re married. Did you know we’re married?"

Your worry melted away as you watched him, replaced by a warm, affectionate amusement. "Yes, Carlos, I know we’re married."

He nodded, as if this was the most profound revelation. "Good, good. Because I love you. So much. More than… more than racing."

His father laughed again, clearly enjoying his son's delirious state. "That's a bold statement coming from you, Carlos."

Carlos turned his head towards his father, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Papa? You’re here too? Are we having a party?"

You bit your lip to keep from laughing, a mix of relief and endearment washing over you. "No party, love. Just making sure you're okay."

Carlos's eyes grew wide, and he tried to sit up, only to be gently pushed back down by you. "Easy there, don’t hurt yourself."

He pouted slightly, a comical sight on his usually composed face. "I wanted to dance with you. Can we dance later?"

You nodded, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Yes, we can dance later. When you’re feeling better."

Carlos sighed contentedly, his eyes drifting shut again. "Okay. I like dancing with you. And kissing you. Lots of kisses."

Carlos Sr. patted his son’s leg affectionately. "Rest, Carlos. You can do all the dancing and kissing you want once you’re better."

You watched as Carlos's breathing evened out, a serene look settling on his face. He sighs contentedly, his grip on your hand loosening as he finally drifts into a peaceful sleep. You sit back in your chair, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Despite the unexpected twist in your day, Carlos’ silly, medicated declarations have put you at ease.

Carlos Sr. stands, stretching. “I’ll get us some coffee,” he says, patting your shoulder. “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks,” you say, smiling up at him. “And thank you for being here.”

He nods, giving you a reassuring smile before leaving the room. Alone with Carlos, you watch his chest rise and fall with each steady breath, your heart swelling with love for this incredible man.

Despite the chaos, the worry, and the gibberish about giraffes and hot air balloons, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. This is your life with Carlos, unpredictable, sometimes ridiculous, but always filled with love.

As Carlos sleeps, you allow yourself to relax a bit more, sinking back into the chair and letting the tension drain from your body. His peaceful expression reassures you, reminding you of all the wonderful moments you've shared and the many more you will create together.

A nurse comes in quietly to check on Carlos, her presence a gentle reminder of where you are. She smiles at you kindly, her movements efficient and unobtrusive.

"He’s doing well," she whispers after checking his vitals. "The meds will keep him a bit loopy for a while, but he’s on the mend."

You nod, grateful for her reassurance. “Thank you.”

Once she leaves, you return your attention to Carlos. His hair is slightly mussed, his lips still curled in that adorable, lopsided grin. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers through his hair, your touch light and tender.

Carlos stirs again, blinking slowly as he regains consciousness. His eyes focus on you, and he smiles sleepily. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “Did we get to the moon yet?”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Not yet, my love. But soon, I promise.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and comforting. “Good. I need to plant a flag there. A big one, with our faces on it.”

“That sounds perfect,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “We’ll do that.”

Carlos Sr. returns with two cups of coffee, handing one to you before taking his seat again. “How’s our astronaut doing?” he asks, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“He’s planning our next adventure,” you reply, sharing a smile with him. “We’re going to the moon.”

“Of course you are,” Carlos Sr. says, laughing. “He’s always been a dreamer.”

Carlos, still half-asleep, mumbles something unintelligible, and both you and his father chuckle softly. You take a sip of your coffee, the warmth and bitterness grounding you, reminding you that you’re not alone in this.

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The day passes slowly, the minutes ticking by with a strange blend of anxiety and calm. Nurses come and go, checking on Carlos and making sure he’s comfortable. Each time he wakes, he has something new and ridiculous to say, each statement more endearing than the last.

As evening falls, Carlos finally starts to become more coherent. His eyes clear, and his grip on your hand tightens. “Hey,” he says softly, his voice more steady now. “How long was I out?”

“Most of the day,” you say, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand. “You needed the rest.”

He sighs, nodding slowly. “I feel like I’ve been talking nonsense.”

“You have,” his father says with a grin. “But it’s been entertaining.”

Carlos groans, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say quickly, squeezing his hand. “It’s been kind of cute, actually.”

“Cute?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “I’m glad you think so.”

You lean in, kissing him softly. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He smiles against your lips, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I am, thanks to you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, feeling your heart swell with emotion.

Carlos Sr. stands, stretching. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” he says with a knowing smile. “But don’t stay up too late. You both need your rest.”

“Thanks, papa,” Carlos says, his voice warm with gratitude.

As his father leaves the room, you settle into the chair beside Carlos, holding his hand and basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Despite the day’s chaos, you feel an overwhelming sense of peace. Carlos is here, safe and on the road to recovery, and that’s all that matters.

“Ready for that hot air balloon ride to the moon?” you tease, resting your head on the edge of his bed.

He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “As long as you’re with me, I’m ready for anything.”

And in that moment, you know that no matter where life takes you, as long as you have Carlos by your side, everything will be just fine.