#carlos imagine

[norrisleclercf1]

On my knees beggin' for another Carlos x Wife!Reader and their son Lorenzo plssss. Lorenzo could be like 5/6 y/o and his father is already teaching how he has to treat his momma and obviously every woman in his life...again, on my knees begging 🙏😔

A/N: This was a popular piece, so I don't mind writing this for you

"Thank you, baby," Bending down you kiss your little boy on the top of his nose. Lorenzo was being extra good today, which was odd. He's 5 years old and acted like one, except for today.

Carlos was home, working in his office and each time you praised Lorenzo he rushes off giggling. Fixing lunch, you made each one for what the other was craving. "Mama, do you need more help?" Lorenzo's little face beeps from the island counter.

"No, baby." "Okay." He beams, and you hear his feet pitter patter on the floor down to Carlos's office. Shaking your head, you don't know what Carlos was bribing him with, probably a play date with Lando or Charles.

"Papa! Mama said she doesn't need help." Lorenzo whines, running to his father's side. Carlos turns in his SIM chair smiling; he reaches out cupping his cheek as he rubs it. "That's okay, mouse. Now, you always have to be polite to Mama or any woman. It makes them smile and you have to be a gentleman. Understand?" Lorenzo smiles, as he climbs into his Papa's lap.

"Boys! Lunch." Carlos smiles, standing up with Lorenzo in his arms. "Thank you, amor." Carlos kisses your cheek as he sits Lorenzo in his chair. "Lorenzo, what do we say?" Carlos raises an eyebrow, as his son holds his fork about to shove a mouth full of macaroni. "Thank you, Mama." Smiling you pinch his cheek which makes him giggle.

"You're welcome, Lo. Now, let's eat." Carlos moves, pulling out your chair and you notice Lorenzo watches the way his father treats you. "Looks delicious." Carlos praises, kissing your cheek and sits down. "Well thank you, I had a very good helper." Lorenzo smiles, as he starts to eat his lunch.

"So, what to let me in on why he's being so good all of a sudden?" You whisper, Lorenzo eating his meal properly instead of playing with it. "Nope, it's a man to man thing." Carlos smirks, biting into his grilled chicken salad. "That's right Mama, man to man." Lorenzo smiles, looking proud of himself.

"Alright, alright leave me out." Carlos grabs your hand, kissing the back of it as lunch is filled with laughter and smiles.

[imaginaryf1shots]

Take Care of You | Carlos Sainz Jr.

WC: 1.4K

Carlos x Race Strategist!reader

Summery (REQUESTED): when you’re stressed and working you seem to forget to eat, good thing your boyfriend is here to remind you.

Warning: none?

Masterlist

When you applied for the job as a race strategist at Ferrari you expected many things, travelling the world, getting to see races live each weekend, meeting new people, but the last thing you expected is to find love, and you found it in not just a colleague you found it in Carlos Sainz Jr.

Your relationship with the Ferrari driver isn’t a secret, the team and the fans know all about it, Carlos isn’t known for being subtle at all, he always has a hand on you one way or another, physical touch being one of his love languages. You've been together for a year now so you know each other quite well. you’ve been travelling together for each race, stay in the same hotel rooms and you’ve spent most of your time off together as well. for Carlos this is so different from all the relationships he had before where he only saw his girlfriends every now and then. safe to say you’ve seen how a stressed Carlos could be like and Carlos has seen how you are when you’re stressed.

Working as a strategist for any Formula one team is hard and stressful espically with RedBull dominance, Ferrari has been at the top once and they’re desperate to be there once more, they’re the longest team to ever be part of F1 so that also adds to the pressure on everyone as well. yourself included.

Sometimes there’s so much data to go through and analyse and you’re focused on work that you don't take breaks, and that’s why Carlos has taken to telling you to take a break and to remind you to eat. There have been a few times when he had to bring you some food, even with his busy schedule he’s always making sure that you’re eating, something that you love so much about him and appreciate him for.

*

”Did you eat, mi amor?” Carlos asked you as he came up behind you and kissed the top of your head, you’re sitting in front of the screen looking at the data and your mind is going 100 miles a minute as you;re taking in everything you’re seeing.

”Hmm.” You hum and look at the screen for a minute longer before turning to look at your boyfriend and it takes you a moment longer to realise what he said to you. “Uh.” You look at your watch and see that it’s way past lunch time.

“Come on amor, you have to take care of yourself, you can’t keep forgetting lunch.” Carlos says, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Sorry, I just get busy, I want to get the best strategy and there's so much new data after the new updates.” You say and give him a tired smile.

“I understand, but you have to keep your energy up to be at the top of your abilities , and you need food for that.” Calros scolds you softly and you nod in agreement.

“I know, but-.” You try to reason, turning to point at the screen but Carlos stops you with his hands.

”No buts, come on.” He gently pulls you away from your workstation and with his hands on your shoulders he steers you in the direction of the cafeteria, you and Carlos stand in line and you get your respective food trays, Carlos had placed a chips and somethings that are not included in his diet onto your plate and you knew that he did not just so you could come extra calories and get more energy but to sneak some of your plate for himself as well.

Sitting next to each other your backs to the rest of the cafeteria, you talk about what your day has been like so far, Carlos tells you about what he filmed for social media.

“Ah there you are love birds.” Charles says in greeting with a smile as he sits in front of you two, his own tray of food in front of him.

”Mate, the cafeteria is almost empty, why are you sitting with us?” There’s no malice behind Carlos’ words, he looks around and sees both their trainers and a few other people sitting around but they’re all a bit far from the couple.

”Carlos be nice.” You say to Carlos and give Charles a smile.

”There’s one reason I come and suffer through your lovey dove acts.” Charles says and pauses making you and your boyfriend give him all your attention with a baited breath and with his F1 driver reflexes he snatches some of the food Carlos had on your plate for himself. your mouth drops and Carlos laughs out loud, Charles only smiles innocently.

”I see how it is, you’re both using me to eat what you want without being found out.” You say narrow your eyes at the Ferrari drivers.

”Come on, amor, we love your company.” Carlos says and wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you flushed to his side leaving no gap between the two of you.

”Yeah, definitely here for your company.” Charles says sarcastically, you raise an eyebrow and Charles gulps the smile slips form his face.

”I think I just saw Andrea come in.” You say and turn your head still stuck to Carlos’s side.

”No, no, no, come one y/n don’t be like that, we’re friends, aren’t we?” Charles hurriedly says and gives you an innocent smile, Carlos laughs at how Charles changed in seconds under your threats.

”I don't know, are we?” You ask, acting like you’re thinking it through.

”Come on, we hang out, I like your company, you’re my teammates girlfriend and we work for the same team.” Charles says and you sigh, nodding to yourself.

”Okay, fine, I won’t tell Andrea.” You say and Charles sighs in relief.

”You’re such a menace mi amor.” Carlos says in your ear and you giggle.

”What can I say, it was all strategic.”

*

there are also times when you’re ‘off work’ but you find yourself in front of your laptop staring at the screen at Carlos’s house, in that particular day, Carlos went out with some of his friends and you opted to stay home to finish working so that you could spend the night with Carlos free from work obligations. Carlos is back six hours after he left only to find you in your spot, your glass is empty of water but nothing else has changed.

”Amor, please tell me you haven’t been sitting here since I left.” Carlos pleads with you once he walks in, he doesn’t even say hello or anything, just walks to the dinner table you made your station at, you look up guilty and Carlos sighs plopping down on the chair next to you. “You know I love taking care of you, but you have to set an alarm or something, you can’t keep forgetting to eat.”

”I know, I know, and I will, I’m almost done, I swear then no more working for a week.” You say knowing that he doesn’t believe you.

“You said that last time, how long do you have left?” He asks and you glance at your screen before looking back at him.

”About half an hour.” You say and he nods.

”Okay, I’ll shower and start on dinner, since someone hasn’t eaten anythig since breakfast.”

“I’ll come help once I’m done.” You say and lean in for Carlos to kiss you before he leaves to the bedroom.

true to his words after a shower and another quick kiss, Carlos is in the kitchen getting ingredients out to make your favourite food. you however don’t take 30 minutes more like 43 but close enough. Once you’re done you go to the kitchen and grin the moment you realise what Carlos is making.

”You’re the absolute best.” You say hugging his back, Carlos chuckles and turns around to hug you back.

”Anything for you amor.” he kisses your forehead and you lean into him enjoying the moment, the silence, being in each other’s presence alone, something that is a bit hard on race weekends and with the last 3 races being after each other this time off is much appreciated.

“I love you.” You whisper and look up at him with a smile, which he quickly matches leaning in he presses his lips to yours in a much slower kiss, conveying the love you have for each other.

”I love you too, even if you forget to eat half of the time.”

“Well, good thing I have you then.” You say and lean up to kiss him one last time before you pull away. “What do you need help with?”

You and Carlos cook dinner together and eat it in front of the TV with a glass of wine enjoying the chill night you're having, knowing that in a week’s time you’ll be back in the paddock and he’d be bringing you food or taking you to eat because you forgot again.

[vamossainz55]

hii, could you possible write something about reader and carlos with best friends to lovers trope, thank you 🤍

summary: you never reached out to carlos to tell him you missed him. apparently he did the same. (childhood best friend trope & reconnecting) // fluff , no warnings

a/n: hi guys it's been a while, missed being on here. i hope everyone has had an amazing 2023 so far! hoping i can start writing regularly again and post soon <3 (especially moonlight). in the meantime, enjoy this really really old request that i wrote during the holidays.

ps. thanks @sssainzz for the advice as always ilu <3

Late Night Walks (& Old Conversations) | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Despite the ache in your cheeks you're still grinning from ear to ear, chest filled with a certain warmth that fights the cold breeze of the winter night. The door is open, you and a few others getting ready to step out for a late night walk home. 

"Thank you for having us ‘Ria" you say as you reach over to give her a quick hug. You knew you were probably seeing her soon anyways, the night had been long, and you two would definitely need to meet for a quick recap of events. You’re barely a second into hugging her before you’re being pulled away.

"Vete, vete,” shoo, shoo, “you see each other all the time." There's a hand on your waist with a too familiar grip that sends goosebumps over your skin. You try your best to hide your expression, ducking your head down in hopes of not getting caught but Maria gives you a knowing look that proves you unsuccessful.

Carlos pays no mind to the exchange, instead opening his arms to engulf Maria in an almost deadly hug. Maria lets out a disgruntled sound from how tight Carlos envelopes around her, and you find yourself smiling at the sight. 

"Te echaré de menos. Nos vemos pronto vale?" I’ll miss you. We’ll see eachother soon okay? Carlos says before pulling away to give her an earnest grin. Maria is more than happy to hear his words, simply pinching his cheek. She waits for him to wince, a clear revenge on the hug.

"Of course, go make us proud campeón.” She says before you’re stepping further out the door. You follow the rest of the group, pulling your jacket’s zipper as close as possible to your nose. You can hear Carlos’ footsteps following from behind, catching up with you before waving goodbye to Maria once more who waves her hand happily until you all make it out her gate. 

The latch is the seal of the night, the sound of metal clattering sinking the tired feeling into your bones.

“So, that was nice. Let’s hope next time isn’t in another three years” Pedro says jokingly but you all know him well enough to know that there’s always a slight truth in his words. You catch the way his eyes flicker over to Carlos, his silence being enough to send the message. 

Carlos simply nods, because Pedro isn’t wrong. Dalia, Pedro, Maria, and you had met up over the years as a group whilst Carlos always found himself too busy. It's not like any of you were mad though, understanding that at the end of the day, his career wasn’t something he could exactly be flexible with. You all just missed him. 

“I’ll try my best to make more time next year. Promise.” Carlos says, looking over at you and Dalia as well. 

“You better.” Pedro says as his shoulders relax. He lets out a heavy breath, looking over the three of you. 

“We’re going the same way, no?” He’s asking, this time to Carlos and Dalia. 

Dalia nods and you can no longer deny the bittersweet feeling that had been coming in waves the moment the night had slowly begun unwinding. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to some people just yet. 

“See you when I see you, hm?” Pedro chuckles, already pulling you into a hug that has you stumbling into his chest. You smile as you nod, poking his side playfully. 

It’s almost a super power really, the way you can feel Carlos’ eyes burning into you from behind and you pull away just at the right angle that you’re facing Dalia to give her a hug next. The feeling in your chest is rising in anticipation and you’re sure to hold onto her just a tiny bit longer than necessary.

You pull away from her with a deep breath, turning towards Carlos with a small smile as you pull your zipper again. You’re about to speak, stepping closer to him but Carlos stops you by wrapping his scarf around you and pulling it so it’s wrapped around your face, tickling you right under your eyes. 

Carlos’ eyes crinkling has you looking away, suddenly self conscious of the warmth forming in your cheeks. He simply chuckles, turning from you to look at Pedro and Dalia. “I’ll walk her home, it’s quite late.” He says, not waiting for you to say anything. He knows you most likely won’t, not in front of the others anyways.

You’re looking at Carlos quietly, watching him bid farewell to the rest of your group with quick hugs and kisses before he’s heading back towards you. 

Nobody says anything but the look Dalia and Pedro share lets you know that they were definitely going to talk about it on their walk home. You watch them turn to go down the road, sparing you one more glance before you’re turning to face Carlos.

“Let’s go?” He offers soon shoving his hand into his pockets as you both begin to walk down the other way. 

You’re hyper aware that it’s just you two, eyes fixed at your feet and almost counting the steps you were taking. It’s only when you hear Carlos clear his throat that you stop. You look next to you and see nobody, and you realize that Carlos had been trailing behind.

“What?” You ask once you’re turned to face him. He just chuckles, shrugging as he shoves his hands in his pockets. 

“With the speed you’re walking at, I’d think you’re running away from me.” Your nose scrunches up at his suggestion. Your fingers pull at the curve of the scarf, loosening it slightly.

“I am not running away from you,” Carlos hums, nodding as he catches up.

“Okay, then we can slow down a little bit.” He says, knocking his shoulder into yours once he’s next to you. You roll your eyes at his words before you both begin walking again. This time, Carlos sets the pace with slow and long steps.

“You know, you don’t have to walk me home. It’s not too far from Maria’s.” You say as you both walk. Carlos simply shrugs, coughing softly into his fist to ward off the cold in his throat.

The street lights are casting above you both, shadows following your footsteps. You can’t help but think about the countless times you’ve both walked down these streets together.

Best friends. 

Or at least that’s what you both told everyone. Deep down you knew it was more, the small touches, longing looks, unsaid words that were always left hanging in the air.

You were both aware of what you both wanted,  but both too scared of blurring the line and risking losing the friendship that none of you did anything. 

It was enough, until it wasn’t, and filling the void with others was not something any of you handled well. 

There wasn’t any big falling out, any fight where you both knew it was over. After some time there was just silence. 

“I know it’s not far but,” You look over at him as his words trail off, eyes meeting briefly. This time Carlos looks away and you notice the drag of his Adam's apple as he takes a deep breath and swallows. “It’s been a while and with how everything’s been going, I’d just like it if you indulge me for a little bit.” 

You’re surprised at his words, your steps slowing down as you try to gather your thoughts. 

“You make it sound like I’m doing you a favor,” you say, almost dumbfounded as you continue to keep your eyes tracked on him. Carlos simply chuckles, running a hand through his hair. 

You can hear it in his laugh, half hearted and forced as he looks away from you. It’s not a Carlos thing to do, at least not with you. Your steps slow down, the light soon casting above you both. It’s bright enough for you to see the clench in his jaw and the tension in his shoulders but the deep breath he takes visibly relaxes him just a bit. 

“You are, you know,” he says looking at you before narrowing his eyes, “doing me a favor.”  It’s so soft that you barely hear it.

There’s so much floating in the air, so many questions that you want to ask, but you know Carlos. He’d speak when he’s ready.

“You could’ve just said so, tonto.” dummy, You say before letting out a deep breath. “Come on, let’s take the long way home.”

The fifteen minute walk home becomes an hour long one, silence being replaced with small conversation. You’re mainly updating each other on your lives, sharing funny stories and anything that comes to mind. 

Of course your stories are less interesting, being bound to your hometown and working a menial nine to five job paled in comparison to Carlos who traveled almost every week.

Carlos still asks though, giving you every drop of his attention, nodding along to every little thing you were saying. 

“Sometimes I wish I had a bit more normalcy, a bit more of a break.” Your heart clenches a little at the tone of his voice, you barely remember ever hearing Carlos sound so tired. 

“Has the season been that rough?” You ask, looking over at him for a short moment to see him nod.

“I wanted to call you,” It’s not an easy confession for him to make and his eyes are instantly bouncing around to avoid looking you in the eye. “A lot of times.” 

Your hands feel clammy in your pockets and you can’t help but dig your nails into your palm as you look ahead. “Why didn’t you?” It’s a stupid question, because, 

“You know why,” he says. 

You let out a sigh, looking up at the sky as Carlos slowly stops walking. You pause your steps as well, looking over at him to meet his gaze. You don’t understand why he had given you his scarf, noticing the way his cheeks and nose were flushed and rosey.

“You’re going to get sick Carlos.” you murmur, hands instinctively going to cup his cheeks to warm him up. Carlos lets out a breath, simply leaning into your touch as he takes a step closer towards you. Despite the cold air his cheeks are warming your hands and you can’t help but frown in concern. You consider returning his scarf, but before you do Carlos sighs. 

“You always do this,” His gloved hands slowly go over yours, keeping them cupped around his own cheeks. 

“Do what?” You ask. 

“Do things that make me want to kiss you,” His breath tickles your face, both of you now merely inches apart. 

“Carlos,” it’s barely above a whisper but you’re shaking your head, lifting your foot to take a step back.

“No, I’m not letting you talk us out of this, not again.” His hands cup your cheeks this time, pressing his forehead against yours. The feeling of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip sends shivers down your spine, and your eyes are quick to meet his. 

You can’t say anything in return, not when your voice is caught in your throat. Without thinking you give Carlos a slight nod, and that’s enough confirmation for him to close the gap between you both. 

It starts off so painfully careful, as if you were both scared of hurting one another but once you feel the soft press of his lips you find yourself relaxing into him. Your arms snake around his neck and his hand travels to hold your waist and it somehow feels so natural that you really wonder why you had waited so long for this moment. 

You only pull away once you’re breathless, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Carlos lets out a heavy breath as well, pressing his lips against your forehead to give it a kiss before speaking up. 

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

a/n: tysm for reading and i hope you enjoyed !

want to read more? my masterlist can be found here

f1 taglist: @sgkophie @lostinketterdam @troybolton-14  @panicforspec  @storysf1ferrari @cosmicleclerc @writing-about-current-obsessions @micksmidnights @ricsaigaslec

lmk if you want to be added to my taglist <3

[moon-cakiie]

I-

Imagine Camilo & Carlos wearing in Mafia suits.

probably making a fanart of them. 😳

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Carlos Masterlist

none yet!

[csainzoperator]

f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆

summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼

lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[maxtermind]

when f1 drivers dirty text you

(and you pretend your dad answers)

★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri

★ : genre :: crack

★ : a/n :: promise I'm working on getting the requests done, exams just have me busyyyy!

©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

[caesium-55]

“My girlfriend will be upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest,” Carlos murmured, high as fuck post surgery.

“Sir—” you sighed, removing the stethoscope from his chest. You straightened the lapels of your white coat. “I’m your doctor.”

Carlos Sr. made an amused noise from his chair beside his son’s hospital bed. He gestured towards you.

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Carlos Sr. told his son.

“Oh,” Carlos blinked his big, brown eyes. “I don't?”

Carlos was certain he had a girlfriend. They've been dating for over four years now. Their relationship was kept from the world as his girlfriend wanted to focus on her job without being bombarded by Carlos' millions of fans in her workplace and Carlos respected that, although he was not exactly the type who liked the idea of secret relationships. What did she do again? Carlos couldn't remember. The anesthesia was making everything whoozy for him.

“That's your wife, son.”

Carlos moved his gaze to your coat—[Name] [Surname]-Sainz, M.D., Chief of Trauma Surgery.

"Oh."

You raised an amused brow at his dumbstruck face, his beautiful brown eyes wide and his mouth agape. You shook your head at your husband's adorableness, smiling affectionately.

[ln444]

★ how does f1 drivers react when you call them pretty. . .

norris, piastri, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russell, verstappen

cw: fluff, slight suggestive (verstappen), f!reader.

now playing: pretty boy by the neighborhood

______________________________________________

✹ lando norris

lando would be the type to act annoyed but absolutely loves it. he just won't admit it but you know it.

"hey, pretty boy", you whisper against his lips, leaving a sweet peck on it just to be met with a pouty and flustered lando. "i told you to stop calling me that!" he whines, but deep down he hopes that you'll never stop. you look at him with a playful smile, softly caressing his hair. "okay, i'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable", you wait impatiently for his reaction and as you excepted, lando start to panic. "i mean... you can but you know... just not in front of other people", he laughs nervously, hoping that his excuse is good and his cheeks start heating up. you can't help but laugh softly, pulling him close by the neck and lando pouts again, "stop making fun of me!", your smile softens and you plant another kiss on his lips, "sorry, you're just too cute, my pretty boy". lando's cheeks are now completely red and he tries to hide it by pulling you in a long and warm kiss, feeling the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.

✹ oscar piastri

oh my god, please don't do this to him. as soon as he hears the word, his brain starts malfunctioning.

"you did so good!", oscar pulls you for a warm hug, holding you as tight as he can. he loves seeing you after races and hearing how proud you are of him no matter what he do. you pull out, staring at him like his eyes holds stars and oscar can't help but feel overwhelmed by all the adoration he sees in your eyes. you put your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. "i'm so proud of you, my pretty boy" and even though you mean it, a hint of teasing can be heard and oscar groans, pulling you in a new hug to hide his face in your neck "if you call me that again, i think i'm gonna die" he mumbles against your skin. you laughs, one of your hands slides in his messy curls, your fingers playing with it. you will never get over how cute your boyfriend is when you call him pretty.

✹ charles leclerc

he absolutely loves it and won't deny it, even if he gets a bit shy when you call him pretty. he can't control it, his heart gets warm and the butterflies in his stomach goes crazy.

you were getting ready for a cute date and charles was wearing a new shirt, with flowers on it. as soon as he's ready, you lock your arms around his neck and you look at him with a big smile on your face. after planting a sweet peck on his lips, one of your hands cup his cheek. "you're so pretty, baby", your voice is full of adoration and honesty and charles' smiles gets wider. "thank you, chérie", he says softly and he immediately pulls you for a gentle kiss, hoping that you didn't notice the way his cheeks has redden, but you didn't miss it.

✹ carlos sainz

he loves it, like really loves it. he finds it funny tbh. and he won't hesitate to give the word back to you.

"woah, what a pretty boy", you look at him showing you his brand new haircut. he laughs, posing in front of you a little more before joining you on the sofa, pulling you on his lap and placing a kiss on your nose. "got pretty for my pretty girl, we are such a pretty couple", you both giggles before sharing a kiss, laughing and smiling against each other's lips. but, even if he doesn't want to admit it, carlos can feel his heart beating a bit faster and a sweet feeling in his stomach when he hears you call him pretty.

✹ lewis hamilton

he would get so shy, make it seems like he doesn't like it and it annoys him but he can't hide it for long, he always ends up with a big smile on his face and a heart beating faster than it should.

"ahhh, stop it y/n", he whines as you continue to leave kisses all over his face, sitting on his lap. "but, you're so pretty!", you say, cupping his cheeks to look at him in the eyes. he groans, acting annoyed by pulling you out of his lap and you try your best to fight the smile creeping on your lips. you both know that he's just flustered and wants to hide his red cheeks. "come on, baby, let me finish my kisses", he doesn't fight you when you climb back on his lap but he crosses his arms, trying to hold onto his character and you laugh softly, going back to leaving small pecks all over his face. it doesn't take long before he finally smiles, his hands finding your waist to pull you close and kiss you back. he just can't resist you.

✹ george russell

he always tries to ignore the way it makes him feel and act unbothered but he can't fight the way his body warm and a smile instinctively forms on his lips. he just loves getting praised by you.

"baby, can you pass me the knife, please?" you ask, preparing the vegetables and george, who has been helping and watching you cook for an hour now, hand you the knife as fast as he can. you turn to face him, placing your free hand on his neck to pull him close, "thank you, pretty boy", you says softly and he places a kiss on your lips, smiling softly "you're welcome" he says, trying to sound as neutral as he can and you pout, acting disappointed, "what? you don't like when i call you that?", you know that he do. you just want to hear it. he looks at you, a playful smile forms on his lips. "i know what you're doing", he chuckles and pulls you for another kiss. you end up both laughing, george's heart feeling full.

✹ max verstappen

he gets all nervous and doesn't know how to act anymore. like, if you want to make a mess of this man, just call him pretty.

max have been acting flirty all day, enjoying teasing you and seeing you all flustered in front of other people. you tried your best to keep your cool all day, playfully punching him from time to time or just laughing it off. but when you two end up alone at the end of the day, you're finally able to get your revenge. you start making out, getting more and more touchy and needy. "take off your shirt, pretty boy", you whisper in his ear, and max almost startle. a playful smile forms on your lips and you don't even have to look at him to know that his cheeks are now red. after a good minute of no reaction from him, you finally meet his eyes, giving him a confused look. "is everything okay?", you try to hide your teasing tone but max doesn't miss it, a playful grin finally forming on his lips and he chuckles; "naughty girl".

______________________________________________

[itaipava]

— f1 boys pulling you in their lap.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

he does this casually. most of the time he looks uninterested as he scrolls through his phone and when you pass by, he reaches out to grab you and pulls you into his lap without sparing you a glance. looks at you after and gives you a smile and says a simple ‘hi’ before peppering your face with quick kisses. shows you whatever he’s looking at or watching on his phone. this usually turns into lazy, cozy cuddling.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

he does this out of habit. he’s talking to someone but when he notices you pass by or feels you near him, he takes your hand and gently pulls you to him, letting you sit on his lap, all the while continuing to talk with someone else. mindlessly traces little patterns on your back or thigh. this only happens around people you’re both comfortable with and he does this so often that it doesn’t even bother the other person anymore.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

he just loves having you on his lap so he will do it all the time. no matter what he’s doing, he’ll pull you into his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder, continuing what he was doing before.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

he does this out of nowhere, especially when he’s bored and wants to cuddle. he watches you intently and adoringly while you’re doing your own thing. and when you pass by him, he grabs your wrist and pulls you gently towards him. hugs you from behind while you’re seated on his lap and always leaves a trail of feathery kisses on your shoulder and back of your neck and wordlessly holds you close, resting the side of his face on your back.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

he does this when he’s doing something but also wants to show you affection. distractedly says ‘come here, baby’ with his arms outstretched and pulls you to sit on his lap while he’s watching a movie or something. looks at you briefly with a small smirk and a raised brow before he continues with whatever he’s doing. rests his chin on your shoulder sometimes or gives you distracted, lingering kisses on your neck and shoulders although his eyes stay fixed on the screen.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

sometimes he does this unconsciously; he sees you passing by and gently takes your hand, pulling you into his lap. he brushes your hair off your neck and spreads soft kisses over your neck and shoulder before wrapping his arms around you, bringing you even closer to him - if that’s even possible.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

he does that when he misses you. sometimes he keeps busy all day with work and unconsciously ends up leaving you out; so at the end of the day he just pulls you gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he leaves soft kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek. he thinks this is such an intimate and unique act and he never gets tired of having you so close to him.

[norrisleclercf1]

hey, may I request something for Carlos and reader with a boy who is really protective of her mother so reader just has like two bodyguards, but it's just super sweet. I don't know If his boy could be a grown little guy or just a little boy, choose yourself.

A/N: I decided for the son to be a teenager

"Mama please, just let me do it." Your boy Lorenzo groans, grabbing your suitcase from you. 17 years old and he thinks you can't do anything for yourself. "Mama, you know I'm here. I'm just trying to help." He sighs, tossing the bag into the car closing the trunk.

"Yes, Lorenzo, and you know just because your father does this doesn't mean you should." Lorenzo was the double of his father, and of course Carlos raised his son to treat you with the utmost respect. "Mama, when Papa isn't here, I'm the man of the house." Your son even grabs the car keys as he prefers to drive than you.

"Boy, you are testing it." Pinching his cheek, Lorenzo smiles at you. The same smile as his father. "Also, I'm driving." Lorenzo groans knowing he was going to get an earful from his Papa.

Arriving at the track, Lorenzo's easy going attitude falls away seeing all the fans. "Mama, maybe we should wait." "I've been doing this for 24 years, Lo. I'll be okay." Making a noise in his throat he stares at the very large crowd. "Mama, don't let go of my hand, please?" He asks, not because he was worried. But he didn't want to lose you in the crowd.

"Okay, Lorenzo." Helping you out of the car, your son pulls you close. "Excuse us," Lorenzo sounding like Carlos as he makes his way through the crowd. Fans screaming yours and Lorenzo's names. "Stay close." Lorenzo tightens his hold pushing through the crowd, but it becomes older. "Lo? Y/n?" "Papa?" Another body joins your other side, one you have memorized over the years.

"It's okay, I'm here." Lorenzo nods as your two men move you from the large crowd. "Here we go," Finally getting to the main gate you get through the crowd into the Paddock. "Mama? Are you okay?" Lorenzo starts to look over you worried you might've been hurt.

"Are you hurt?" Carlos joins in, grabbing his hand you smile kissing it. "Carlos, love, I'm okay. You just raised a protective son." You narrow your eyes which has him chuckling. "Need someone to look after you when I'm not home." Carlos pats Lorenzo on the back, before pulling him in kissing his cheek.

[vamossainz55]

heyy! can you do carlos x reader where reader is sad bcs it’s her father death anniversary with “it’s okay to cry.” prompt, thank you 🥰

"If we can laugh, fine. And if we’ve got to cry, we’ve got to cry.” – Charles Bukowski

or where reader struggles with her grief, and carlos is only there to support. tw: mentions of death & grief

a/n first drabble for the party, scrolled past it and couldnt help but to put first, thanks for requesting anon

want to request a drabble? check gudelines here

It hits you the moment you get home and shut the door, all air suddenly leaving your lungs. You’re exhausted, feet heavy as you walk into your entryway, dropping your keys into the small little bowl on the table. How you managed to get through the day was beyond you, but you were glad to be home now, already wanting to curl into bed and sleep. 

The thing is, you had felt it this morning too, but despite the missing piece in your chest the world still somehow continues to turn, you’d almost call it cruel. So despite every little fiber in your body screaming at you not to, you had still got out of bed this morning, convincing your boyfriend that it was fine. 

It’s been three years Carlos, it’s okay. Now let me go to work.  

And it was fine, it was fine when you got to the office, it was fine when you were doing your meetings, and it was fine when you were pitching new ideas to some clients, and even when you were on your way back home. 

You don’t know why the feeling is coming back now, so consuming that you feel like you can barely breathe. You don’t even notice your boyfriend coming into the entryway, with a wooden spoon in hand and a kiss the chef apron on, which would usually make you laugh. 

“Mi amor, ¿estás bien?” The question catches your attention and you let out a deep breath. Your hand reaches over to his arm, coming close to kiss his cheek. 

“Si, todo bien, solo estoy muy cansada,” You explain just as his hand goes to squeeze his waist, you. He wants to ask you again, eyes worriedly looking over yours but you quiet him with a forced and small smile. 

“Can I help you cook?” It’s a weird request, both of you knowing that you liked to stay as far from the kitchen as possible. Too many burnt pancakes and uncooked chicken more often than not ending in the bin, but he knows that you need this, need a distraction.

It's fine at first, you help with boiling the water, and with grabbing the pans, but against Carlos’ requests you’re at the cutting board, grabbing the knife and some garlic. You last four cloves before the knife slips, catching your finger slightly in the process. 

“I’ve got you,” Carlos murmurs, as he grabs a bandaid, letting you run your hand under cold water. It’s quiet as he watches you, quietly taking your hand to help. It’s a few beats later that he finally says it. 

“Babe, you should sit down and let me cook okay?” The words somehow make your skin crawl and you shake your head, moving your hand away from his as soon as he’s done. 

“It’s fine Carlos,” You say, already going to grab for the knife but Carlos grabs your wrist instead. 

“You never want to cook and you literally just cut yourself, please let this go.” Carlos says and this time it sounds less like a suggestion and more like a plea. 

“I don’t want to sit down Carlos, can I do something else?” 

“No,” 

“Carlos,”

“Sit down, please,” His hands are gentle on your wrists, soon urging you to sit at the bar’s stool. He takes a deep breath before kissing your knuckles. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am, I’m-”

“No, don’t say you’re fine when I know you’re not.” 

The question shuts you up and your eyes quickly divert from his. Carlos sighs, soon giving your hands a squeeze. 

“It’s okay if you’re upset.” Carlos murmurs and you shake your head, feeling an uncomfortable knot form in your stomach. “And it’s okay if you still miss him, it just shows how much of an amazing person he was.” The knot’s somehow in your throat just as tears begin to slowly pool into your eyes. It hurts so much that you can barely breathe. 

“I just-” Your voice cracks, and you feel a burn from the tear that rolls down your cheek. “I just want to talk to him.” You say and Carlos simply nods, pulling you close to his chest. 

“Shh, shh,” He rubs over your back as you cry into his chest, shirt wet and stained. He doesn’t care though, not a single bit. “It’s okay to cry.” He murmurs, kissing your head. “Let it out, I’ve got you.”

You cry as much as you need to, wrapped in Carlos’ arms for what feels like hours. The pasta is overcooked, so you order take out, curling up on the couch eating sushi before eating ice cream. If you cry again before bed, Carlos doesn’t seem to mind, simply wrapping himself around you once more. 

It’s not pretty, it never is, the third year hurts just as much as the first, but one thing always helped: you knew you wouldn’t ever be alone.

[its44intheehouse]

IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE F1 DRIVERS

Wondering what it would be like to date the f1 drivers? 😏

___________________________________________

warnings: not much, fluff?, implied smut, (smut?), dirty thoughts, mentions of breeding kink, cursing.

Max Verstappen

-he's your biggest fan. in every way possible. he loves to support you, to admire you, to see you happy.

-you're his biggest love. he didn't think he could fall for someone that hard. he's completely whipped and everyone knows it.

-gets jealous a lot, but doesn't always show it, although you know better. he doesn't like it when other men look at what's his.

-that's why he has decided that from now on every man will know who you belong to. either by covering your soft neck in bruises or making you walk out of the bathroom with your cunt stuffed of his cum. he absolutely enjoys seeing you squirm all night and try not to make it obvious to everyone in the room that his seed is dripping down your bare legs.

-he loves how submissive you are for him. of course you love being a spoiled brat sometimes just for the fun of it, because then he gets feral. and you always know it’s gonna end in a lot of orgasms.

“I thought you wanted to be a brat? What happened, schat? Fucked your tiny brain out?” his thrusts hit a spot inside your pussy that makes you see stars. He slaps your cheek to get your attention, knowing you’re going dumb already.

All you can do is cry out and shake your head. You can’t talk. You can’t even think. You’re too busy trying to jerk away from his harsh thrusts.

You know he doesn’t like it when you don’t answer him.

“Talk.” he snaps, squeezing your cheeks tightly then slapping you again.

“YES daddy. Sorry for b-being a brat. Please, please! Make me cum!”

Lewis Hamilton

-spoils you all the time; expensive jewelry, cars, clothes, lingerie, vacations… whatever you need or want. also, his card is always on your phone. he insists you use it anytime you want.

“Get yourself something nice, baby… I want to see you dripping with my wealth. You are my beautiful little wife.”

-will always have a hand on you. in the car while he's driving, on your b*tt when you're walking, on your thigh when you're having dinner with your parents and his fingers successfully rub a spot on your clit through your panties that makes you twitch and moan every time. thankfully, your parents were oblivious.

-kisses the ground you walk on. he's a grown man and isn't afraid to show you how a real man loves his woman.

-especially when he's between your legs, showing you how you deserve to be treated.

“Come on, princess… gimme one more. You’d do anything for daddy, isn’t that right princess?” he softly rubs your cheek with his finger, thrusting a little bit more inside your tight and overstimulated cunt.

“D-daddy… too much. I don’t think I can…” you whimper stupidly, still slightly shaking with the intensity of the last orgasm you just had about 2 minutes ago.

He smirks. “Of course you can, baby. Don’t you want daddy’s babies? Hm?”

He loves how pathetic you get after a few good orgasms. He knows he’s the best you ever had. He can make you cum anywhere, anytime. You let him do whatever he wants to you.

Carlos Sainz

-can be possessive at times, but loves to show you off. you are his most prized possession.

when he met you, he knew he wanted to date to get married, not like the relationships he had before.

-takes you everywhere with him; vacations, races. he can't stand being away from you.

-he secretly fantasizes about you carrying his children. until one night after a baby shower when he confesses to you.

“Mi amor… You don’t know how beautiful you looked today with my niece in your arms. I can’t wait to get you pregnant. Make you my precious wife.”

His touch on your thigh gives you goosebumps, and you suddenly feel impossibly aroused by his confession. He didn’t even need to ask. You’d give him as many kids as he wants.

He recognizes the look in your eyes. The craving, the lust. He knows you like the back of his hand. “You’d like that, no? To walk around all round and heavy with my child. To make these tiny tits swell and burst with the sweetest milk…” he grabs at your breasts and squeezes, making you moan in response.

“Yes, papi. I want to have your babies… please touch me…”

Lando Norris

-you're his best friend. his rock, the girl of his dreams.

-datind lando is the most intense experience of your life. he is a fierce lover. but loves to be soft for you sometimes

-he loses his mind when you're being bossy with him, showing off your bold attitude.

-especially when you're making him beg for you.

“What did you say?” You smirk, hovering on top of him, teasing him sometimes with a swift rub of your wet pussy on his erect and red cock.

Poor baby, you edged him for too long and he couldn’t take it anymore. His cock twitches every few seconds and you know he isn’t going to last too long.

“Please, baby… fuck, please.” His voice is hoarse when he talks, probably from all the moans you pulled out of him already. “Let me fuck you, I need it. I have so much cum for you baby… Please.”

You moan at his words and decide to stop the torture. You needed him too. Nothing compares to the way he stretches your sweet little pussy. Quickly, you align yourself with his cock and sink in, making the both of you moan loudly.

Charles Leclerc

-you're eye candy for this man. ever since he saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you.

-he loves to have you at the races. he's constantly trying to show off and be the best, because he loves the look on your face when he wins or he's doing good.

-he's going to be the most romantic man you've ever had. he's always touching you, always tells you what an angel you are, how beautiful you look, what a good girl you always are for him…

-ESPECIALLY if you’re bent over his lap while he’s driving and you’re sloppily sucking on his cock.

“Mm, fuck. That’s is, mon ange, suck my cock. You’re such a naughty girl.” he mocks you almost, and it makes you even more eager to show him who’s in charge. for once.

Gagging a little, you take more of his length in your mouth, forcing your throat open. Suddenly, you feel his hand slap your ass hard and you can’t control the loud moan that threatened to escape you. Your throat squeezes his head perfectly then, and he lifts his hips up a little, hissing at the sensation.

“Gonna make me cum, baby, fuck.”

Your efforts double when you hear that, and you wrap your small hand around his cock, starting to pump his hard, heavy shaft. Your swollen lips are still wrapped around his head, licking and sucking on it desperately, waiting for his hot, salty cum.

The car stops abruptly and you assume he just pulled over. His hand then snatches your hair in a messily done ponytail and forces your head down his cock, making you cry and gag uncontrollably.

“Take it. You greedy girl. Take my fucking cum. Fuck.”

[moon-cakiie]

Ok ok, a while ago, when I was drawing and listening the song called "A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into" from Be more chill musical. Like.. Reader sings as Christine and Camilo sings as Jeremy.

Imagine this, camilo and reader are in the school play or do their rehearsal suddenly reader tells camilo who their guy that they kinda be into or their 'crush'. Camilo asked Carlos if reader was talking about him, carlos confirms that they were talking about camilo, so camilo believed him (carlos). but reader ended up mention their crush's name which is carlos.

Camilo was heartbroken that he's not the guy they were talking about. Probably reader was afraid/anxious (also insecure?) to admit that camilo was a guy they were talking about that's why they didn't mentioned his name OR they liked carlos at first, but in the end they realized that they liked camilo cuz they didn't realized or was unsure their true feelings towards camilo.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Try Me

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: suggestive

"Lan, c'mon..please don't go." You whined tightening your grip on Lando's shirt. "Stay with me"

"Baby, I want to, believe me, I do, but I told you I promised your brother to go out with him tonight. Why don't you come along with us?" He asked holding your cheeks between his hands and leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Because I want to spend some time alone with you. Why can't he go out with Charles or anyone else?"

"Charles is not feeling well, and besides, it will be suspicious if I turn him down for the second time today." He explained trying to get some sense into you, but you just decided to be a brat today because, well, you just felt like it. You wanted his attention. You needed his attention.

"Fine. Go with him then. I don't care." You pouted crossing your arms and turning your gaze away from him.

"Y/n.." He sighed turning your chin with his finger making you look at him. "I'm trying my best to spend as much time as possible with you here. If Carlos knew I spent the whole day with his sister in her hotel room I'd probably be a dead man right now. So if you want me alive, you gotta let me go now okay?"

Everything Lando said made sense. It's true that Carlos would haunt Lando for the rest of his life if he knew that he had been seeing his 5 years younger sister for over 6 months now. It's also true that Lando is a bit torn between the two of you. He doesn't want any trouble with his best friend, but he also doesn't want to even think about having to stop seeing you.

Lando and you were not in a relationship, well, not officially, you didn't call it a relationship because you were forbidden to him. You had been seeing each other for half a year and both of you knew that there was something more between you, more than just sex although you never put a label on it. The more time passed the more you liked each other and wanted to spend more time together so it got harder to keep it a secret.

"Give me a kiss" He said leaning down to your lips. You hesitate for a second, but give in rolling your eyes which Lando doesn't take very well. "No, no, don't do that."

You ignore him and head towards the bathroom not wanting to wait until he leaves your room. You just wanted to show your dissatisfaction with all your might.

"I'll talk to you later okay?"

"Whatever" You muttered before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Later that night, Lando was texting you just to check up on you, to see what you're doing, to see how you're spending your time without him and you decided to continue being a brat for the rest of the night. Because you just felt like it today.

'Just took a shower. Think I'm gonna go check up on Charles since he's not feeling well'

You replied smirking knowing that you mentioning Charles would completely push his buttons with you tonight. Ever since Carlos introduced you to them, both Charles and Lando have been trying to flirt with you. Only Charles has been doing it directly and Lando was more subtle with it. Lando was always more mysterious about it, that's probably the reason why you were attracted to him and not Charles.

So ever since he got his eyes on you, he hated that Charles was trying to get your attention. He hated that he was still doing it and yet he couldn't do anything about it because you two were a well kept secret.

'Oh really? Carlos and I saw him. He's just fine so you don't have to do that.'

He was replying back to your messages within seconds. You knew he was going crazy about it.

'Well, I'm gonna go check anyway'

Of course you weren't gonna go. You were all ready for bed, but since you didn't get what you wanted tonight, you decided to play with his head a little.

'Y/n..You have nothing to look for in his room'

'I mean it's not like I have a boyfriend if you really think about it. So..I don't think it would be inappropriate, no? '

'I can hear the attitude through the text. Fix it, before I fuck it out of you.'

His text sent shivers through your body. You threw your head back against your pillow sighing and reminiscing the way this morning the bed was squeaking beneath you two.

'I don't think you're gonna do anything about it'

'Oh, try me then'