#also the notion that a driver would congratulate reader on initiation or a successful recruitment is laughable and cringey

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anon who requested the sorority sister x driver pls come back and specify bc that legit could be about anything

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I posted 952 times in 2022

That's 828 more posts than 2021!

637 posts created (67%)

315 posts reblogged (33%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lightsoutsainz

@bigdiccricc

@kodzubear

@libraryofloveletters

@dankeseb-2022

I tagged 857 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#lovely anon - 167 posts

#d rambles - 106 posts

#carlos sainz - 78 posts

#charles leclerc - 58 posts

#liked by - 56 posts

#f1 imagine - 55 posts

#f1 edit - 54 posts

#instagram au - 46 posts

#daniel ricciardo - 41 posts

#lightsoutsainz 1k - 40 posts

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#also the notion that a driver would congratulate reader on initiation or a successful recruitment is laughable and cringey

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

birthday love

summary: just little birthday love for the birthday boy word count: 1.2k requested: no! warnings: google translate spanish. otherwise, this is tooth-rotting fluff. note: obviously i had to write something for carlos's bday. hope u like this little fic. love you all.

taglist: @sluts-inc @sidcrosbyspuck @coffeehurricanes @miniminescapist @amsofftrack @melancholyy-scorpio @strawberrypaul

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

Your fingers gently wrap around Carlos’s wrists, lifting his arm off of you so that you can roll out of bed. He doesn’t stir at your movements, still sleeping peacefully in his childhood bed. His hair is splayed over the grey pillow cases, the moonlight dancing over his soft skin. You admire him for a second longer before grabbing your backpack and slowly slipping out of his room. The Sainz house is quiet at four thirty in the morning, and you do your best to keep the noise down to a minimum. You begin to unload the cheesy birthday decor out of your bag, laying them out on the counter as you look around the kitchen. 

“What are you doing?" Ana's asks from behind you. You jump at the sound of her voice, cheeks tinging red from embarrassment.

“Ahhh… It’s his birthday so I wanted to do something nice for him… something cheesy if you will.” You suddenly felt insecure about your choice, but Ana’s smile eases your anxieties.

“Can I help?”

And that’s how you ended up on the kitchen counter as Carlos’s sister hands you strips of tape. You stand on your tippy toes, taping up a colorful happy birthday sign against his cabinets. You and Ana talk quietly, as she pokes and prods at you to learn more about you. She asks about your career, about your favorite thing, and more importantly how you feel about Carlos. 

“He really likes you,” Ana says, “He always manages to bring you up in a conversation. We were all honestly so excited to meet you.”

“Ditto,” You nod, stepping down from the counter. “I was nervous, but excited. It means a lot that Carlos wants to bring me around you guys… I know how important family is to him.” 

She nods, “He’s really lucky to have you.” She grins widely and looks at the decorated room. From the happy birthday sign, the streamers hanging from the ceiling, and the party hats sitting on the kitchen island. “So what next?”

“Breakfast.” 

“Woah,” A voice says behind you, “Que pasó aquí?” What happened here?

“Es para Carlito,” Ana replies, “Y/n’s idea.” 

You turn around, gaze meeting Blanca and Reyes looking around the room. Carlos’s mom grins excitedly, mumbling something in Spanish about cooking breakfast. You’re frozen in time, looking around the room as the three women in Carlos’s life begin to move around you, quietly trying to help you prepare a surprise for your boyfriend. You felt at home, felt a part of Carlos’s world. Reyes smiles over at you, walking over and giving your shoulders a squeeze. 

“Estás bien?” Reyes asks, “Go rest, we can handle it from here.”

You shake your head, “No no, estoy bien. How can I help?” 

Reyes allows you to cook eggs, while she handles the rest. You enjoy your morning along side his mother and sisters. The kitchen was slowly coming together, the food being put out dish by dish, the coffee pot brewing. It smelled divine, and you gushed over how good everything looked with Blanca. In the time you spent cooking and getting everything together, Blanca managed to put out photos of Carlos and spread them around the room. Photos from childhood up to his moment on the top step of the podium are framed and set in various places.  

“We did good, no?” She asks, grabbing a piece of bacon to snack on. 

“We did. Thank you all so much for helping.” You look at the three women, who smile and nod. 

“His father should be up soon,” Reyes mentions, “Go upstairs, get him up before the food gets cold.” 

You nod, thanking them once again before making your way back up to his room. When you enter, Carlos is still snoring softly with his back towards the door. Shutting it softly, you slowly tiptoe back into bed, shimmying under the covers and throwing your arm over him. You press soft kisses against the skin of his back, nuzzling your cheek against him. Carlos stirs in your hold, the rumbling of his soft groans vibrating against you. His hands meet yours, fingers intertwining with your as he brings it up to his lips. 

“Morning hermosa.” He greets, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning bebé.” You hum, kissing along his shoulder before he turns around and pulls you against him. 

His fingers find their place beneath your chin to tilt your head up and press a kiss on your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, his other hand resting lazily on the small of your back to hold you close. 

“Happy birthday mi amor.” You mumble against his lips. 

“Gracias.” You can feel his smile in the kiss and the way his fingers leave your chin to tangle themselves in your hair. 

You spend a couple more minutes in bed, tangled in the other before you finally coax him out of bed. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you place your hands over his eyes and your boyfriend whines in disapproval.

“Mi amor, por qué?” His hands pull yours off but you’re quick to replace them. 

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922 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#4

when you're missing me...

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1,030 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#3

purple reminders

summary: carlos loves to mark what's his. word count: 3.7k warnings: SMUT – fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), spit, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum-play (i think?). cocky semi-possessive carlos. google translate spanish. this post is 18+. minors dni. note: reupload bc im pretty sure this fic didn't show up in the tags. dont worry. still the same filth, same smut.

taglist: @sluts-inc @sidcrosbyspuck @melancholyy-scorpio @coffeehurricanes @amsofftrack

*since this is a 18+ post, i will not be tagging you if your age isnt in your bio*

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

You’ve always liked house parties. Free booze, comfy couch, no bathroom line? That is something you could definitely get behind. 

Lando’s penthouse is swarming with people, red cups littered all throughout the home. It was very reminiscent of your college days. You weave your way through the sweaty bodies, smiling at familiar faces as you push to the kitchen in search of your best friend and a drink. It’s of no surprise to you that the curly haired brit is mid-chug, with a group of boys cheering him on. With a quick side glance, Lando lowers his cup and shoos the group to the side to make his way to you.

“You made it!” He wraps his free arm around your shoulder, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Didn’t think I’d show?” You ask, looking up at him as he takes another drink.

Lando shakes his head into his cup before lowering it, “Never doubted you for a second. Cmon, get a drink.”

You serve yourself a vodka pineapple mix, and then turn around to join the mass of men encouraging Max to chug his drink. Lando moves over to make room for you in the circle, laughing at Max’s failure to finish his drink. 

“Lads, you remember y/n?” Lando ruffles your hair and you swat his hand away. The boys smile and greet you with a quick hello, to which you return. “You would never have guessed this, but she is a champion at chugging alcohol.” 

“And that’s my cue to leave.” You nudge his side with your elbow before excusing yourself from the group. 

You mingle and socialize with familiar faces in the crowd, playing catch up and pretending you cared about the itty bitty details of the lives of people you speak to once in a blue moon. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you only came in hopes of catching the eye of a certain driver in red, and he has yet to make an appearance. 

The room was starting to feel stuffy. Too many drunk people and not enough windows cracked open. You excuse yourself from another dull conversation, making your way to the balcony. You nurse your drink, swishing it around the plastic cup as you enjoy the quiet wind and the blinking lights of the city below you. You hear the door open behind you and get a whiff of the musky cologne. You don’t need to turn to know who it is, and you can’t fight the smile that makes its way onto your face.

“What’re you doing out here?” 

You finally turn around, the air being knocked straight out of your lungs. He looked good, a black t-shirt adorning his torso to match his dark blue denim jeans. His hair is just starting to grow out and his stubble chisels his face out nicely. He looked like a god. 

“Too hot in there,” You mumble, raising your cup to take a sip. “You?”

“Was looking for you.” 

The air gets caught in your lungs as Carlos saunters over to you and backing you up against the rail. He brushes your hair away from your shoulder, head tilting to look at your neck. “Gone already?” He mumbles, fingers trailing down your chest to hook into the neckline of your shirt, eyes peering over to stare at your chest. There are purple marks scattered over your breasts. 

“Someone might see.” You stammer, eyes looking through the glass balcony doors and the swarm of people mingling.

“They’re all too drunk, don’t worry your pretty little head.” He mutters, licking his lips before looking up at you through his lashes. “I did a good job, no?”

You roll your eyes, downing the rest of your drink before setting the cup down by a plant. Carlos releases your shirt, leaning on the rail next to you as he looks down at the city. The silence is comfortable, just the lull of the conversation behind the closed doors and the busy street below. You watch people dance and laugh, far too drunk to notice the two people standing too comfortably next to each other.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, looking at you.

“Did you miss me?” You counter, raising your brow at him. He chuckles, pushing himself off the rail. 

“Did you think about me?” Carlos’s fingers are back on your skin, this time to push the hair the wind so lovingly placed on your face. “And don’t ask me the same question, because the answer is yes, I did. I do.” 

You smile, nodding. “Yeah, I did.”

Carlos slowly leans in, but you’re quick to move your head. “Someone might see.”

He scoffs, “Are you embarrassed of me?”

“No.” You raise a brow, “I just don’t need to explain… this to anyone. Especially Lando.”

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1,194 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#2

boy in white

something about carlos in white...

summary: something about the color white on your boyfriend... pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!reader word count: 3.2k words warnings: SMUT – fingering (f receiving), face slapping, hair pulling, spitting, degradation, kind of edging (?), unprotected sex. this is pure filth. this post is 18+. minors do not interact. note: listen. carlos in white fireproofs is literally so fucking sexy. i demand that ferrari bring it back. anyways i hope you enjoy. tagging @sluts-inc bc ;)

“Are you coming to the paddock today?” You look up from your phone, Carlos already clad in his Ferrari polo and blue jeans. “It’s quali day.” He bends down to press a kiss to your cheek.  

You hum softly, debating your options. On the one hand, you didn’t care to be on the paddock other than race days. You felt in the way most times, and so when you do find yourself in the garage you are waiting patiently for your boyfriend in his motor home. However, Carlos had been gushing all week about how good he feels in the car, and that his gut is telling him that this race may just be his best one yet. 

Carlos presses another kiss to your cheek, then to the corner of your lips. You smile, pecking him softly before nodding. “Yeah. I’ll come.”

You don’t take very long to get ready. You decide on a light green sundress with cute floral detailing. It was a hot day anyways, so jeans were not an option. When you’re just about ready, Carlos grins up at you, standing from his seat and pulling you close to him. 

“Te ves hermosa mi amor.” You look beautiful my love. He kisses you softly, and you smile against his plump lips.

“Gracias, bebe.”

The drive over to the track didn’t take long, Carlos on the phone with some people for most of the way. His hand settles on your thigh as he drives, thumb rubbing soft circles as if to acknowledge you. When you get on the paddock, Carlos’s fingers intertwine with yours as he pulls you through the crowd with him all the way to the bright red garage. He was already running slightly late for some media appearances, so he bids you goodbye with a quick kiss and jogs over to Charles. 

Engineers and mechanics run rampant around the garage, moving tires and going over any final changes to strategies. You say hi to a few people before making your way to the McLaren garage in search of Luisinha to keep you company. The two of you stick together all while the boys are in media, only parting ways when Carlos finally texts you that he’s in his motorhome and asks about your whereabouts. By the time you make it back, Carlos is already out of his polo and jeans, the red tracksuit already hanging on his hips. 

What catches you off guard is the white fireproofs he has on. You hadn’t seen them on him in months, the team switching them out for red ones at the beginning of the season. His tan skin contrasts beautifully against the bright fabric, and the dips and curves of muscles bulge from beneath it. You can feel you mouth water, the area between your legs tingling. 

Rupert and Caco smile at you, not noticing your flustered state, before walking out of Carlos’s room. Your boyfriend has yet to look at you, but he does greet you as he pulls the top half of his race suit up.

“Hi baby. Where’d you go?” 

“Mmmm, hung out with Lu for a bit. Got a little lonely.” You mumble, walking up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

He smiles over at you, “Sorry hermosa.”

“That’s okay baby.” Your fingers trail down his arm, “Why are you wearing white?”

He hums, zipping the suit halfway, “The red ones are too small. Only had this spare in my bag.” You nod, biting your lip as you watch him through the mirror. He raises his brow at you, a teasing smile splayed on his lips. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, moving to stand in front of him, “You look good in white.” You stand on your tip toes to press a kiss on his lips. Carlos knows you too well, knows that the comment is nothing like you claim. His hands cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss. You’re caught off guard, but welcome the embrace, your arms moving to hang loosely around his neck. 

He backs you up against the wall, and you sigh onto his lips. “Not nothing mamita,” he mumbles, “You must want something, no?” His head dips down to trail kisses along your jaw, down your neck.

Your eyes fall shut, savoring the feeling of his soft lips and the way he sucks on the skin of your neck. His hands drop down to your hips, making their way to your butt to give you a quick squeeze. His thigh moves between your legs, parting them, and you can’t help but begin to grind on him lightly. Carlos chuckles against your neck, picking his head up to look at you. 

“I don’t have time,” He looks at his watch, “need to get in the car soon.” 

You pout, fingers finding the zipper of his race suit and pulling it down, revealing the white fabric. “You sure?” You stare at him through your lashes, and Carlos stares at you with wide eyes. You’re still grinding against his leg, and a soft moan escapes you as you roll your hips a little harder. Carlos nearly gives in, but there’s a hard knock on the door. 

“Chili! Five minutes!”

Carlos grabs your hips, stopping your movements. “I’m sorry mamita.” 

You pout, “Fine.” 

“Don’t be like that.” He mumbles, grabbing your chin and placing a swift kiss on your lips. “C’mon, we have to go.”

He zips up his race suit once again, grabbing his baclava and your hand before exiting the room. You watch as Carlos begins to get ready to get in the car. He pulls his baclava over his head, pushing the dark strands of hair back and under the material. You walk up to him, pulling the headpiece just low enough for you to sneak on more kiss. 

“Good luck, papi.” 

Carlos’s eyes go dark. You smile at him innocently, pulling the fabric over his mouth before walking away to grab your headphones. You sit in your seat in front of the screen, showing you live coverage of the third free practice session. Your boyfriend climbs into his car, giving you one last wink before pulling his visor down. 

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1,546 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the winner takes it all

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1,862 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

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