Kimi Raikkonen Is My New Hyperfixation And I Think I've Read ALL Of His Stories Here. I Need More If

Kimi Raikkonen is my new hyperfixation and I think I've read ALL of his stories here. I need more 😭 If anyone knows, please tag me in more, grateful 🫶🏼

De todo corazón, para 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. Stalking, obsessive behavior, mention of fire

a/n: I admit, this might be my favorite since I started on Tumblr, I loved it. Pay attention to the triggers, thank you 🫶🏼 I don't intend to use any other pilots as antagonists, so no names will be said here.

Previously...

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.

Now

The first time you woke up, you were in the trunk of a car, and from the way the vehicle was moving, you assumed they were on one of the country's many highways; even with your feet and hands tied, you crashed until the car driver stopped, probably on the shoulder of the road. You take advantage of the opportunity to put your foot in the face of the man who opened the trunk, he cursed in Spanish and slapped you a few times, not without ensuring that the black bag over your head continued to prevent you from seeing where they were or who they were. You only felt the sting on your neck and it didn't take long for you to be hit by the induced sleep.

The second time you woke up, you were hanging by your wrists in an abandoned warehouse, the lack of light in the place prevented you from trying to know what time it was. You looked at your situation, the chains around your wrists hurt, and you understood that trying to free yourself would only make the injuries worse, your shoulders and arms hurt and you felt the back of your neck — the place of the first blow — throb painfully. However, despite everything you remained calm, you knew that Carlos would find you, he would always find you.

You were staring at the nearest column, thinking about who picked your kids up from school and when exactly Carlos noticed you missing. You looked for your jewelry, there were no signs of your wedding ring, engagement ring or earrings, your turquoise necklace was also missing from your neck, i.e., all the locators that Carlos had given you had been discarded and their location was a mystery. You sighed, this would drive Carlos crazy. These thoughts left you distracted enough not to notice the entry of four men, all masked, not that that would stop Carlos from killing each one of them, whether he knew their identities or not, You looked at the group and despite being perfectly aware that Carlos would save you, you didn't stop feeling afraid, until he found you, a lot could happen.

One of them approached you and grabbed your chin, making your head turn to the left, where there was the mark of the slaps you received in the car and blood from your bruised lip. The man clicked his tongue negatively and moved away, but not enough to make you feel comfortable.

"Mrs. Sainz, I apologize for my men's behavior, I was clear that you should not suffer harm, or rather" he sniffed an amused laugh "more harm than necessary, We don’t want to cause any more commotion for your husband.”

"I appreciate your concern, but it's not that necessary, since they'll be dead soon" you said, moving your shoulders to try to lessen the pain.

The sound of the chains being pulled made you alert and you grunted in pain as you were hoisted higher. Fuck if that didn't hurt.

"You have a pretty smart mouth, don't you, Mrs. Sainz?" He teased, indicating for the chains to rise further, to the point where you no longer felt the ground beneath your feet, and that made you desperate. If your arms weren't already hurting, being lifted without contact with the ground would make things worse.

You huffed, trying to ease the pain in your limbs, but it wasn't enough, the pain was increasing considerably "you know, I needed to win my husband over somehow" you replied.

“I see how…” he replied, and you deliberately ignored his derogatory tone. "Well, now we just have to wait for your esteemed husband to do what we're talking about, or he won't hear that smart mouth teasing him anymore" he chuckled "if that was ever an option"

And you were left alone in the warehouse, hoisted almost a meter above the ground, in pain and very thirsty, if hell were like that, you were starting to rethink your actions in life. Then, very ironically, you began to pray that Carlos would be quick.

He was in the middle of a meeting, Carlos was about to acquire shares in the largest private bank in Spain, a clean deal to keep justice away, expenses declared in the federal revenue, real employees and everything a legitimate business needed. Negotiations were moving slowly, the shareholder was trying to extract more advantages over Carlos, and this was pushing him to the limit. So receiving images of his wife chained to a beam didn't make his mood any more malleable.

He looked at the photos desperately, trying to see how you were or identify the warehouse, and as if Carlos wasn't already on the verge of exploding at the photos, the message below the photos did the job of igniting the bombshell that Carlos Sainz was.

‘I was confused for a moment, what was it about this dull girl that caught your attention? Well, it doesn't matter, you know what we want, increase the payment term or or you will receive pieces of your girl in gift boxes.’

That made Carlos literally growl with hatred, they had messed with one of the few things Carlos cared about, making the monster inside him demand retaliation, demand his wife back and he would be damned if he didn't bring you home safe and sound. He tried to speak to his security guards, but there were no answers, no one answered him and this only made him even angrier. While he was activating the elevator, Carlos made some calls, moving all the men he had at his disposal, sending them to his children's school, Carlos called his father, asking the Sainz patriarch to pick up the twins from school and take care of them, without exposing what had happened to you.

Caco, was next to him, trying to find out what had happened to his security guards, why weren't any of them answering? Why didn't they stop the kidnapping? He made calls to the school where the twins studied, the day's recordings could clarify the doubts that were emerging.

"Did you get anything?" He asked his cousin when they entered the car, Caco He gave a frustrated sigh as he started the SUV's engine and headed to the mansion, where Carlos had already given instructions to some of his most loyal men to wait for him.

"The school's cameras were undergoing maintenance, I had the buildings next door checked, one of my men said that there were several bodies spread out on the school's avenue, that is, no eyewitnesses" he explained, driving without caring about the traffic or the red light at the traffic lights, Carlos violently slapped the dashboard, to vent some of his anger and despair; Carlos couldn't distance himself from the guilt he felt, it was his fault, none of this would have happened to you if he had been more careful, and he was paying for his mistake, dealing with the possibility of losing you once and for all.

But he would bring hell to Earth before he lost you, and may God have mercy on whoever hurt you.

When he arrived home, Carlos had more news, his bodyguards had been executed at the north exit of the city and one of the hackers working for Carlos warned that the tracker signals in the jewelry you wore had disappeared. He roared in anger.

"I search all the holes in this city, talk to all the rats, beat and kill whoever is necessary, someone must know who took my wife. Make it clear that I will turn this city into hell if anyone is covering for the bastard who took Y/N from me" he ordered, seeing the men disperse. "Caco, talk to the security secretary, bribe him, threaten, do the devil, but make him cooperate, he owes us so let's demand it."

The lieutenant nodded, it was a job to do personally "I spoke to Charles and he said that Pierre closed the borders with Spain, if anyone tries to cross with his wife, he will know"

"Eso está bien, bien"¹ Carlos stammered, calling the hacker to the office while his cousin went on a mission. "Where was the car found, exactly?"

Ollie Bearman was a phenomenal hacker who was in Spain as a favor from Lewis to Carlos a few weeks ago, and Sainz was trying to convince the boy to stay and command the family's cyber operations. "It's an exit to the interior of the state, they could have gone anywhere there, I managed to move some soldiers to check the nearby cities, I'll bring news in a few hours"

Carlos sank into the chair, he knew that every second was valuable and the chances of finding you alive were decreasing, increasing the anger and fear within him

Later, the news reported the chaos that the Spanish capital was in, a frightening trail of blood and bodies through the city streets, a warning to whoever was with you. The population was afraid of going out into the street and ending up being involved in this frightening wave of brutal violence that Carlos was inciting; the government had directed its army to calm the situation, but it was very effective, the military did not know the city's alleys and alleys like Carlos' people did. The mafioso successfully conveyed his message, people gave clues, told the rumors they heard. In one day, Carlos managed to exterminate more than half of the city's petty criminals.

Caco returned hours later, the bloodstains on the lieutenant's white shirt made it clear that the conversation had been a little more energetic than it should have been "the secretary sent some agents to meet Y/N and tried to negotiate some terms of the agreement, but I managed to convince him that it was an act of solidarity"

At that moment, Carlos was nothing more than a beast, he himself had gone to the place where his jewelry had been discarded, very far from where his security guards' car was found. Nothing useful had been found.

He was listening to what his cousin had gotten from the secretary when his cell phone vibrated with the arrival of a new message, which contained only one attachment: a photo where you were chained to a beam, there was blood staining your pink t-shirt, your face was covered with a black bag, and there was a small stain of blood on the floor below you.

Carlos swallowed his anger and analyzed the photo, you were in an abandoned warehouse, but nothing revealed what the warehouse's previous activities had been, there was no one near you either, no one he could recognize. He checked you and noticed a subtle detail, your necklaces, rings and bracelets were indeed gone, but your delicate silver anklet rested forgotten on your left foot, and that gave him hope. Carlos was a careful man, few of your jewelry did not have trackers, just as the twins also wore bracelets with trackers. Carlos went straight to the suite he shared with you, he thought all of your jewelry had been discarded but the anklet was still there so he could track you; Carlos took the tablet and opened the location program, activating the small sensor on your ankle bracelet, seeing the red dot glow in the industrial district, northeast of Madrid. Hope shook his heart, he would have you back.

Ollie managed to unravel the encryption that hid the sender of the message. A cocaine dealer who had open debts and thought that kidnapping and attacking you would make Carlos extend the deadline. He only managed to hasten his own death.

Carlos was a strategic man, he didn't let his emotions take control of his decisions, so he left the photo with Ollie, in case of any eventuality and took a shower, called his children and organized the weapons; he liked practical weapons, namely pistols and semiautomatics, that could be attached to his holsters and hips. He didn't like carrying weapons in slings, it wasn't elegant.

"You will stay, if I die, you are my successor until Santi grows up and decides if this is what he wants to do" he ordered the lieutenant before getting into the car, a small group would follow with him. "As for that mouse's family... Kill them all"

The McLaren left the property at speed, roaring like a monster, declaring the immeasurable and cold fury that consumed the head of the Sainz family.

You no longer felt your arms, the pain was so intense that it numbed your limbs, you had been attacked again, because Carlos set the city on fire after you, and he had not extended the time, as demands had been made; you were breathing hard as you were thirsty and your ribs hurt. You were so tired, but feared sleeping, your captor made it clear that the attacks had stopped, but that he would not contain his men if they tried anything against you. Any noise made you alert, rats scurried under your feet and by God, you could smell the horrible smell of cockroaches, you hated to think that your faith and determination were breaking they broke as time passed. Speaking of time, you didn't even know how long you had been there, hours or days, the notion of time was so nebulous.

To distract yourself from the panic that was growing without stopping, you wondered who picked Elena and Santiago up from school, if they had lunch, or if they knew what had happened. You hoped no one had said it, Elena was sensitive and would cry non-stop and Santiago would be catatonic. It was better to prevent your twins from suffering this stress, because you would be saved.

I needed to believe that until the last second.

The chains shook hard, making your arms and hands vibrate with pain, and then you fell, twisting your ankle; you were being dragged across the filthy floor in a hurry, the cracks of gunfire kept you alert, your husband had arrived, Carlos hadn't left you. Even though you were weak and in pain, you struggled, trying to loosen the chains, but a strong slap made you slower and more docile, making it easier to drag you along the ground.

You felt something press against your temple and you were suddenly lifted up.

"I expected nothing less than El Matador" The kidnapper said, and you heard the security lock being deactivated, a cold shiver made you whimper, there was no more pride, vanity or anything left, you were afraid of dying there, there was still so much you wanted to do with your family. "Don't come any closer or I'll blow her brains out."

"You can try" Carlos said, there was so much anger in his voice, so much hate that you barely recognized his voice. "Te llevaré a casa, cariño, lo prometo"

You cried, trying to free yourself, but you received a butt against the back of the head, and then passed out. You didn't hear Carlos' frightening scream, nor did you see him jump at you and the kidnapper. He managed to get the drug dealer away from you and landed a series of powerful punches on the man's face, seeing you get hit with a butt was the final point to let everything bad out. Minutes later, he left with you on his lap, carrying you with such care that he was afraid you would break. You woke up just when the warehouse exploded, ending the life of whoever had kidnapped you once and for all

"I knew you would come..." you said tiredly, snuggling against his chest, ignoring the jolts of pain that made your body shake "I never doubted it"

"I would never leave you, mi amor, I will always come for you, always." He promised, looking at you, trying to wipe the dried blood from your face. "I'm sorry about that, I should have been more careful, put more men in your security."

"it's not your fault-..." You coughed and tried to sleep, but he stopped you. "We're coming home, hermosa, do not sleep"

Despite everything, you felt safe, you were finally with Carlos and you were going home, you would see your children, you would be grateful for the new chance you had gained. A doctor was waiting when you got home, you were inspected completely, several tests were done and you just wanted to get some rest before seeing the twins, Carlos didn't allow you to sleep until the doctor approved, he gave you a bath, dressed you and let you sleep to talk to the doctor.

"There are no fractures, fortunately, just more serious abrasions and bruises. She will be fine in a few weeks, let her rest fully, keep her hydrated" the doctor explained, delivering the prescription with pain medication. He let his cousin take the doctor to the door and went to see you, Carlos found you hugging his pillow, a wrinkle of pain present on your face, but the relief of being home was almost an aura around him.

Carlos sat on the bed, brushing the hair that fell into his face, watching you sleep peacefully. He had killed every man in that warehouse with his bare hands, your husband made your name become a threat to Spain, the neighboring countries prepared for a civil war that could spread, he would lead the country to ashes for you and let everyone know that.

"I will take care of you, our family forever, mi amor, with all my heart, for all my life.

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I'll take you home love, I promise.

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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

𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ･.｡.:*･

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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.

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I know what you want, but I want to hear you say || TW

summary: To Toto, you and your intentions are as transparent as glass, but that doesn't matter, he wants to hear you say it.

cw: Pure filth, mild smut, softdom!Toto, sub!reader, brat!reader, teasing on both sides, mild degradation.

a/n: nothing too long, just dirty daydreams of a Saturday morning.

You've been hovering around him all morning, giving him cute little smiles, bringing him coffee, massaging his shoulders randomly. You were restless and it was noticeable from miles away, he loved seeing your attempts to disguise, to keep a low profile, but Toto saw what you were implying between the lines, he knew you wanted to be bent over his desk, interfering with his work, being taken like a brat.

Honey, you were so transparent to him, Toto would realize your intentions in the dark, with a blindfold on.

He took off his glasses as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, not knowing exactly how long he had been in front of the computer, he looked up to catch a glimpse of you lying on the couch, watching your favorite TV show. Conveniently facing away from him, who would have guessed, right? You wore a flowery summer dress, made of light fabric and thin straps, the hem of the dress dangerously above the line between your thighs and your ass.

Toto tilted his head, seeing how the dress did little to cover her black lingerie, Toto felt his pants get tight in his crotch. He knew what you were up to, handing him cups of coffee, leaving her breasts very "absentmindedly" close to his face, giving a limitless view of her cleavage, or how her hips swayed in a hypnotic manner when you left the office. Wearing that far from innocent dress, the hints were there, and he would have to be blind not to see them; Toto tried to ease the discomfort of the pants over his cock, but apparently only you could solve that.

"Schatzi, can you come here"? He called you and seeing you look at him over your shoulder made his pants feel even tighter. Damn.

You jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly to the office, without asking for permission, you sat on his lap, available in a very convenient way. Toto kept his hand strategically placed on your thighs, caressing the soft skin, without breaking the limit of the dress, for now, you swung your feet, adjusting herself on his lap until she was comfortable — right on top of his hard cock, and heard him take a deep breath, you were reaching your limit and you knew it, like the provocative brat you were.

"What were you watching, schatzi?" He questioned, slowly spreading your thighs, exploring the warm skin slowly. You smiled, crossing your arms under your breasts, making your cleavage more evident. He put away the papers, closed the notebook, leaving the table clean and unoccupied for now.

"I wanted to watch Supernatural, but I ended up leaving it on Masterchef" you murmured, moving a little, making the hardened penis fit between your legs, exactly where you wanted it, drawing a harsher breath from the older man.

"I see... And was it good?" his fingers traced lines on your inner thigh, creating goosebumps on your skin, making you gasp.

"Too much!

Toto reached the soaked fabric of your panties, and you were literally dripping wet, the wet spot on your thighs didn't lie. You moaned and thrust your hips against his hand, leaning on the arm of the armchair and holding onto the oak table. Toto massaged your clitoris, very sensitive and swollen with need, he drew spirals on the delicate spot until leaving you on the edge of your orgasm, and then he stopped, listening to your moans.

"You're very easy to read, baby, such a sweet and transparent little thing, I can see all your desires, but..." he pressed his thumb again on her panties, rubbing the delicate lace against your clit, making you bite your lip and moan, unable to keep your eyes open "what do you want, baby?"

He stopped and you whimpered loudly, pushing your pelvis against him, wanting more contact, your legs were shaking and you lost strength in every second of torture.

"Baby- fuck! Please!" you moaned, pressing your nails into your palms, Toto was such a cruel son of a bitch...

"What? Sorry Schatzi, I don't understand, can you repeat that?" he snapped, but the response he got was your ass rubbing circles over his dick, making everything more exciting for both of you. He grunted, pushing his fingers into you, pressing against the wet lace, you rolled your eyes, it felt so good, wow, you could pass out right there. "What happened dear?" Toto questioned cynically.

He laughed, starting a crazy game, he stimulated your clit until he felt you tremble with the imminent orgasm and then he stopped, letting all the tension dissipate to start again, teasing you again.

“I know what you want, but I want to hear you ask for it” he held your chin as he pushed your panties to the side, inserting two fingers into your needy hole, making you scream. "What could my dirty, needy brat want now?" He moved his fingers, brushing your G-spot very superficially, making you tremble all over.

"Shit Toto-...!" You said between moans, squeezing the fingers moving in and out of you, controlling your orgasm.

"Huh? What?" He teased, removing his fingers, you almost collapsed, pissed that he had interrupted your orgasm again.

"Please, fuck... Fuck me soon, I want to cum so bad!" You exclaimed, grabbing the lapel of his shirt.

He smiled, placing you on the table, sitting with your legs open to him, you could barely support yourself with your arms and then you lay down as best you could on the furniture, Toto groaned at your surrender.

"I hope you don't like this pair" and with that said, he tore off your panties, licking a generous stripe across your pussy. "That's my fucking good girl, you just wanted to get fucked, didn't you, pretty girl? Being thrown onto this table and being fucked until you pass out was in your plans from an early age..

You rubbed your wet folds against his mouth, letting him fuck you however he pleased. You lost your breath.

"if that's what you wanted, then I'll give it to you, brat" and with that, he fell on top of you, fucking your pussy insanely.