I Have Specific Categories For Reading Fanfic And I'm Obsessed With Those Categories

I have specific categories for reading fanfic and I'm obsessed with those categories

angst is about Lando and Max bc they are great at delivering pain, drama, anger and a little tragedy

daddy issues and daddy!kink is an exclusive side for Toto Wolff, maybe Kimi and Seb (I'm also looking at MW and JB)

mafia!f1 is basically about Max, Charles and Carlos, they are above everyone in this category

I will always prefer Carlos and Lewis when it comes to smut and romance. The two are always on top,regardless of the trope, regardless of who is writing it. I also give them preference when it comes to the father of the family or unknown son trope.

And I really want to find good stories with Mick, he's my absolute favorite nepobaby

𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗔 ･.｡.:*･

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･.｡.:*･ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤. ･.｡.:*･

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･.｡.:*･𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬?･.｡.:*･

🏁 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝟎𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝟑𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝟒𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝟎 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠;

🏁 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫;

🏁 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲;

🏁 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫;

🏁 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭;

🏎️ 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦

Con todo mi corazón, por toda mi vida. || CS55

Summary: You were sure of two things in your life, the first is that Carlos loved you and the children with devotion and the second is that he would set the world on fire for you.

cw: Criminal behavior, violence, mention of tantrums. Established relationship, marriage of convenience (?). Mild smut, mild degradation, and filth — if you squint. Poorly translated Spanish, blame Google. Kidnapping, threats, mention of death.

a/n: I love mafia stories and at some point I was going to write about them, so here we are. When it comes to this type of plot, I always prefer Carlos, Lando (wow!) or Max (really, wow!) so of course I would write this with the best smooth operator on the grid Carlos Sainz (insert remaining last names here) Yeah, let's have a part two!

There were less than twenty pages left for you to finish the book, you were eager to finish it, people spoke very highly of Colleen Hoover, the reviews and ratings were mostly positive. So it was an unpleasant surprise to discover that you hated every part, several times you wanted to abandon reading halfway through and read one of your comfort novels, but you were stubborn and hated leaving books unfinished, so you forced yourself to read until the end, cursing every part.

The house around you was silent, the children slept peacefully upstairs, all you heard was the crackling of the flames in the fireplace, Lewis Capaldi on the sound system and the residual noise of the guards outside the house. You yawned, turning the page, rolling your eyes, you couldn't stand that book anymore and you were sure you would never read any of Colleen's books again.

Concentrated as you were on finishing that book, you didn't even notice the dragging noise of the iron gates opening, nor the excited voices of the guards.

But that wasn't important, after all you weren't even paying attention, muttering insults at the protagonists and the author, you would never again subject yourself to the disgust of reading a book like that.

Your reading was interrupted by a sweet kiss, Carlos made sure to get between you and your book, capturing your lips in that urgently soft kiss.

"Estoy en casa, cariño¹". He said as he walked away, you put down the book and finally faced your husband, his usually impeccable suit was stained with mud and blood, which made you alert.

You jumped up and started checking Carlos, looking for injuries or anything else.

"Calm down amor², it's not my blood. I'm fine" He held your hands, kissing your knuckles. "Mantén la calma,³ It's okay, I'm not hurt."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought it would just be meetings, no gunshots, no blood."

He clicked his tongue and stole her glass of wine, swallowing the entire red liquid in one gulp.

“You can blame the damn British” he replied and you didn’t ask any further, it wasn’t relevant after all. Carlos was at home, well and without injuries. The rest wasn't important.

Carlos belonged to one of the oldest families in Spain, the history of the Sainz was marked by blood, crimes and many deaths, her husband was the heir to a controversial inheritance, to say the least. You weren't interested in knowing what Carlos did whenever he left the house, and rest assured, he was grateful for your voluntary ignorance. So to know if he had killed someone, if there were drugs and weapons involved in his meetings, as long as he said nothing and was at home, everything was fine.

That was one of the deals you made with him, you could accept his criminal life, you could clean his wounds, provide alibis if they were needed, and in return Carlos would keep things away from you and the kids. You knew how cruel and bloodthirsty your husband could be, you saw firsthand how he could be driven to savagery when they kidnapped his children.

It was there that you understood who Carlos really was and what he was capable of doing.

"Anyway, I was waiting for you to take a shower, no more reading this horrible book for today" you said, turning off the fireplace and turning off the lights, you felt Carlos rest his hand at the base of your spine, you didn't care if his fingers were stained with blood, you knew they would be tender and gentle when dealing with you, with your children.

"Bath... That sounds good to me, mi corazón.⁴" He murmured, guiding you to the upper floor. Carlos made a point of stopping by the twins' room and checking on them both, Elena was wrapped in the blankets, her face was barely visible and Santiago was almost without the blankets, exposed to the autumn cold of Madrid. Carlos kissed and blessed them both, and turned on the night light before leaving the room.

You were already filling the bathtub and had sorted out your skin care products when he arrived. Finally Carlos made his tiredness evident. Carefully, you helped him get rid of the filthy clothes, throwing them into the trash bag already prepared for that, it would be a shame to burn such a good set of Hugo Boss suits, but they were the bones of the job. Carlos dove into the scalding hot tub with a groan of relief, God he was so tired! Taking a shower and sleeping was all he wanted at that moment; He rested his head on the porcelain of the bathtub and closed his eyes, letting all the tiredness and weariness of the day be washed away by the hot water. Carlos gurgled as the water shook around him and you sat on the other end of the tub.

"Ven aquí, bebé⁵" He calls you, still with his eyes closed and feels you slide towards him, the bathtub was big enough for the two of you to move around freely, so you stopped next to him, however Sainz pulled you onto his lap, making you snuggle against his chest. "You were still sleeping when I left, in the morning, I missed you all day." He kissed your jaw line, giving your hips a light squeeze.

You mumbled 'me too', distracted by his touches.

Sweet, gentle silence came between Sweet, soft silence came between the two of you, Carlos rubbing small soft circles on your skin, listening to your response.

Carlos rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your body, you turned in his lap and picked up the bath loofah and liquid soap, there were blood spatters on Carlos' neck and chest. You rubbed the sponge over his chest, wiping away the traces of blood. You didn't ask, you didn't want to know what had happened.

What Carlos did as mafia boss didn't interest you as long as it didn't affect your family life.

You carefully ran the sponge over his scars, aware that Carlos's dark eyes were on you, recording your features as you tended to him. You were the love of his dark and dirty life, the light that made things more tolerable, by God he loved you so much, Carlos would burn the whole world if that would keep you safe.

Your father was an immigrant of humble origins who achieved some success with a grocery store in the suburbs of Madrid, being a devoted husband and an exemplary father it didn't stop him from becoming addicted to betting money on poker games in the Sainz's clandestine casinos.

The man played well and relied too much on luck, his father gained notoriety in casinos, managing to break the bank and win large cash prizes, until the day the luck ran out. Your father gambled away the car, the grocery store and the house. Your mother only found out when some Sainz soldiers showed up at the grocery store and a lieutenant was put in charge of the establishment. You knew when your father said that they would need to move, as he had mortgaged the house to pay off debts. And of course, the mortgage expired, the "bank" took the house and you were homeless. But even that didn't dampen your father's desire for games, on the contrary, he always said he was lucky and began asking for loans from the Sainz, losing increasingly larger amounts.

Carlos discovered you when he stopped by the grocery store to evaluate the establishment on his father's behalf. They needed to know whether the trade could be maintained or would be transformed into something else. You worked at the cash register and tried to be nice to customers, wishing everyone 'good morning' and 'good afternoon'. Until that moment, Carlos thought the concept of "love at first sight" was stupid, and then he saw you, organizing the purchases in a repeat customer's bag, laughing as he told him something. Your smile was beautiful, so bright and spontaneous that Carlos wanted to smile too, he couldn't take his eyes off you, damn you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. He decided that you would be his, somehow, but it would be.

Carlos himself encouraged his father to ask for more money, increasing the "limit" of his loans. And when the debt is already The man had nothing left to negotiate, the house, the grocery store and the car had already been taken, the savings money no longer existed. Carlos presented a way out, he would marry you — combining the useful and the pleasant, because soon he would be in charge of the family and needed to be married and he wanted you, everything was going the way he wanted — and would forgive any debt your father had, he would even think about returning the house and the grocery store, and for that, he should introduce Carlos to you.

Carlos acted carefully, after the "invitation" that your father made for him to have dinner at your house, Carlos became a constant presence in your life. He was in love with you. A few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend and two years after the proposal, you were married.

"What are you thinking, mi amor?⁶" You asked, setting the sponge aside, seeing the wrinkle between his eyebrows. Carlos was handsome as hell, he was like the cool wind on a hot day.

"Thinking about the day you discovered what I do for a living" he replied, kissing the palm of your hand, letting his thin beard scratch your skin and making you laugh with a tickle.

"Oh madre de Dios⁷, If I hadn't left, I would definitely have hit your mother's horrible vase on your head." You said and rolled your eyes, but finally smiled.

"I was desperate, you left everything behind, ring, jewelry, cell phone, I didn't know how to find you, I thought you were gone, I was ready to put the world in ashes.

You got goosebumps, you knew how far he could go to get what he wanted. That day, you couldn't say how you ended up in Asturias. You spent that night at the house of Fernando, an old friend of the Sainz family, and made him promise not to say anything to Carlos that night. You heard the rumors, Your husband was searching every hole in the city for you, if before you weren't aware of what Carlos was capable of doing, watching the news and see the trail of blood and bodies that Carlos left around Madrid looking for you were you sure that he was a powerful and dangerous man and he would kill everyone until he found out where you were.

When she returned home, three days later, your husband was in a deplorable state, his characteristic beard was longer, Carlos had an enlarged look and barked angry orders at the men. When he saw you at the door of the mansion, it was as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders; you were hugged like you were extremely precious. The way he kissed you was still fresh in your mind, Carlos kissed you as if you were air and he was suffocating, it was wrong, but you loved knowing how important you were to him.

"I almost killed Alonso when I found out he covered for you, I was crazy for three days, my father was thinking about doping me." He confessed, shaving the stubble on your face, hearing you moan at the contact.

"Those were chaotic days."

He murmured his agreement and you enjoyed the rest of the bath in peace, the soft aura being replaced by slow, devouring desire. The water was cold, but fuck it, you were hot as hell and when the fat tip of his cock hit your g-spot, the heat that warmed you was immense. Carlos stamped hickeys on his chest, neck and shoulders, there were teeth marks on her breasts and finger bruises on her hips and thighs.

"Te amo, te amo mucho, vida mía⁸" he murmured, slamming his hips against yours, making you see stars and moan loud enough to be heard. "Qué preciosa, mi amor⁹" he kept saying and you came hard around him, your walls pressing down on his cock, making Carlos cum inside you.

The next day, you woke up with Carlos fixing the cufflinks on his shirt cuffs, he was holding his cell phone between his cheek and shoulder, distracted as he looked at the garden through the window.

"Lando, your lieutenant disrespected me, if I didn't beat him up, I would lose the respect of my men, just like any of us should do in a situation like that." You might hate his work, but you loved it when he took on the role of crime boss. You wrapped the sheet around yourself and watched him get ready for work.

"Business is still going as far as I'm concerned, Lando. I can transport the cargo to Morocco..." His voice cut off, probably at Lando's response. "Send the cargo to La Coruña and I'll take care of the rest, as an act of good will... Muy bien, entonces eso está arreglado¹⁰... Mira¹¹, It's time for you to learn Spanish, cabrón¹²"

The two exchanged a few more words and Carlos left his cell phone on the sofa, finishing getting dressed.

"Buenos días¹³ mi amor" You said, standing up, you were still so sleepy, but you needed to get dressed before Santiago and Elena came running into the room. Carlos stopped what he was doing and crossed the room in two steps before kissing you, so lovingly that you whimpered.

"Buenos días mi tesoro¹⁴, ¿dormiste bien¹⁵?" He murmured, tying the silk robe you wore.

"Very-..." You started to say and were interrupted by Elena who ran into the room and jumped into Carlos' lap.

"¡Buenos dias papi! ¹⁶ Santi and I wanted to wait up for you, but mami ¹⁷ wouldn't let us" Elena spoke with a pout, she was daddy's little girl, Carlos was incapable of denying anything Elena asked, the girl had inherited his needy looks.

"Mami was right, mi ángel, you will always see daddy in the morning, you don't need to stay up late." He said, showering the girl with kisses and tickles. You were wrapped in Santiago's arms, the boy still had his eyes closed and was wearing rocket pajamas. While Elena was Carlos' heart, Santi was your little boy, always glued to you.

"Oh, good morning, bebé" You stroked his hair, Carlos was late for work, the twins had to go to school and you needed to go to university, but honestly, you didn't care, the world could end there, you would die happy. You rested your head on Carlos' shoulder as you spoke to Santiago, the boy letting you know that he had soccer practice in the afternoon and Elena was going to swim.

"So you guys need to take a shower, ninito¹⁸" you said, seeing your son grumble before heading to his own room.

"You also have to go to the shower, Dulzura" Your husband put your daughter on the floor and Elena also went to the bedroom, the girl barely crossed the door and you were attacked by Carlos, he distributed kisses on your lips, recreating the marks on your neck.

"My mother will come to pick up the twins today, mi vida... and you be prepared, because I'm going to give you another baby tonight, I won't stop until you're full." He promised in a husky voice, leaving you looking forward to the night. "I'll see you at night, tesoro."

Carlos put on his jacket and left, leaving you behind, needy, anxious and excited. You threw yourself on the bed, hearing Santi ask if you needed to put on your uniform tie. You laughed, and so Mrs. Sainz's day began.

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You bent down to fix your uniforms, Elena and Santiago shared the chocolate you had stolen from the car. Elena gave you a quick kiss and walked in when she saw her friends at the school entrance.

"Bye-bye mami!" she shouted, running to the school, you waved even though you knew she wouldn't see it. Santiago was still waiting to say goodbye to you.

"Take care of your sister, Santi... And don't let your father know, but if that boy pulls her hair, hurt him too, okay? I'll talk to the director."

Santiago he nodded, becoming a mini copy of his father, he was so similar to Carlos that it made you doubt where your genetics were in him. You gave a proud smile and indicated the entrance.

"I'll see you later, mami?"

"You bet I do, baby"

You waited until the school gates closed and there were no more students there, you were on your way to your car when you felt a painful blow to the back of your head and the before falling, you thought about how much blood Carlos would rain down on Madrid until he found you.

To be continued...

Glossary:

I'm home, baby;

Love;

Stay calm;

My heart;

Come here, baby;

My love;

Oh mother of God;

I love you, I love you so much, my life;

How beautiful, my love;

Very well, then it's settled;

Look;

Bastard;

Good morning;

My treasure;

Did you sleep well?;

Daddy;

Mommy;

Little boy;

Sweetness;

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oh girl ur so real for the daniel hate

the blatant display of misogyny is something im not surprised from a multi millionaire, constantly worshipped driver sadly but you'd think if he was yapping on he'd atleast be somewhat decent and doesn't get firing allegations every other day

laughed so hard but in pain because h*rny's bias for daniel might bring him to rb and that kills a part of me everyday even if the chances are at like 35%

OH DHJSJDJD BABE YOU DIDNT HAVE TO GO THAT HARD

you absolutely did the day I defend a misogynist is the day you know you've lost me🫶

Oscar and the famous "asking for p***y" look

How can anyone write dom!oscar smut when these pictures exist 😭😭

HII I LOVE YOUR STORIES YOU DESERVE MORE HYPEEE

OMFG I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THAT okay, I've already deactivated caps lock, I'm so fucking happy that you like what I write, this is so, so satisfying, you have no idea.

Oh darling, I don't even know what to say, do you really think so? So I think I need to work hard to get it 😭😭

Thank you for your love, sweet, this is really important to me 🫶🏼