Firsts II Carlos Sainz Jr X Reader

Firsts II Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader

paring: carlos sainz jr x reader summary: five of the firsts that carlos shares with you — the journey of carlos’ love for you warnings: tiny bit of swearing and poor writing, fluff! requests are open! word count: 4.5k

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THUNDERSTRUCK

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader AU, Hangman x Reader AU

Part 2

The evening sun shone through the windshield as you drove through the near empty streets of Arlington. It was odd to have such peace on the road but it was something you took time to cherish. You ran your hands lazily through Jake’s long hair and smiled to yourself. The song that was stuck in your head was now being hummed softly.

“You sound lovely my dear.” Jake complimented you with his southern drawl coming across loud and clear. He laid his head in your hand as you stroked his cheek. He turned his cheek slightly allowing his lips to touch the soft skin of your palm. “Just lovely.” He mumbled.

You were satisfied with the feeling of his skin on yours as he drove closer to the banquet which would be hosted at the practice facility complex called The Star. Butterflies began to grow inside you as you got out of the car.

“Who are you excited to see most?” He wondered already knowing the answer. You rolled your eyes and cracked a smile. Jake knew who your best friend from the team was and it happened to be his QB. They bumped heads all the time when football was at stake other wise they were entirely docile in each other’s company.

“Rooster, now why would you ask such a thing?” You chuckled as his warm hand surrounded your small one.

“Just checking to see if you still had a crush on my quarterback.” He joked pulling your closer to him. The sun was still warm seeming as Texas didn’t get cold anytime soon but there was the slightest change in the air that chilled the bones of a Southern woman easily.

Jake held the door as you crossed allowing your thigh high stiletto boots click and clack on the floor. You turned suddenly with a look of terror on your face.

“What? What is it?!” He wondered grabbing you by the forearms.

“Did you remember to feed the dog, Ghost needs dinner too.” You asked watching relief flow through his body. He relaxed his shoulders slowly and then a smile broke out on his face.

“Don’t scare me like that! Of course I did.” He chuckled running his hand over his beard. “You gave me a heart attack.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You should have a stronger heart than that linebacker.” You poked fun walking ahead of him listening to him groan behind you. The sound made your core ache but you had to push it to the side for your face was now visible to the team and the owners.

“Y/N!” You heard the familiar tones of Rooster calling you from where he stood dressed to his best.

“Roo!” You called back running into his arms. He picked you up off the ground. You were placed on your feet again and looking over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t getting a look from your director, Penny, who happened to be the coach’s wife.

You had already broken rule number one by dating a player. You broke rule number two by being friends with the team this closely. You broke rule number three by getting drunk at team events like this one. But you were a damn good dancer with a long history within the Cowboys organization and you kept it classy. Rooster reached down and pecked your cheek quickly.

“Looks like someone's shrunk an inch since last time I saw you." he teased causing you to pout.

You were short there was no way around it and being around all these large guys always made it stand out even more. You often restored to trying to act tougher and taller than you really were. You looked to your right to see Payback approaching.

"Reubey Tuesday!" You exclaimed and practically leapt into his arms. “How are you?!" You wondered loudly.

“I’ve been good pretty girl, looks like you've been getting into the alcohol supply" he teased at your level of volume.

“I may have pregamed." You admitted sheepishly. You took in his appearance and smiled.

“Reube you look so handsome all shaved up" you complimented as your rubbed your hand over his cheek.

“Where’s The Hangman?" Payback wondered to grabbing your attention back to him.

Which come to think of it was a very good question, you definitely did not want that guy to be coming after you. After a quick scan you spotted him and nodded your head in the direction of the coach, they were deep in conversation.

“At least now I’ve got you two to save me from having to make small talk.” You smiled wide and wrapped your arms around their waists the best you could.

“That you do little lady" Rooster laughed noticing how you were leaning side to side even with their support.

I’m glad" you sighed happily. Rooster swallowed hard trying to make his heart stop racing. He looked up and then forced the words out of his mouth, "well well well if it isn’t my linebacker."

“You guys corrupting her again?" he teased as he walked up to the threesome.

“Oh of course we are" Reuben joked as he clapped Jake on the back.

"Are you guys sitting with us?" he asked and Rooster nodded his head confirming he was. He knew he couldn’t resist the chance to be next to you.

You sat in between Jake and Bradley as the ceremony began. Jake had his hand gently resting in your thigh rubbing last circles into your skin. The motion was calming to say the least. It was almost hypnotizing.

Quickly you shot Jake a warning look as his hand made its way farther up your thigh. The lights were dimmed, no one would know. Well no one except Rooster who you could feel next to you. His eyes were tracking your every move even in the dark. Something about that excited you. Maybe it was added blanket of security that washed over you. However it was quickly interrupted by the loud applause of the crowd that shook you from your inner monologue.

You took down another two glasses of champagne to hide your growing nerves. And to dull the fact that every touch Hangman gave made your body react in ways you couldn’t relieve here in the middle of a banquet hall. Jake kept you close, practically attached to his hip as you walked to the car in the parking lot.

“You look simply radiant tonight.” He complimented you moving your hair out of your face.

“You’re only saying that because you won an award and feel like chatting.” You teased challenging him instantly. You knew he wanted to get lucky and was buttering you up so you were gonna play the long game.

“I’m awfully tired honey, let’s go home.” You feigned a large yawn and he groaned in disappointment. Nonetheless he opened your door for you letting you inside. He warned it to you liking now that night air carried a chill to it and began to drive off.

You kept your hand on his lap and glanced over at him. He was absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over his beard holding his chin in place while he drove. He was focussed ahead. You pushed your body carefully into the bucket seat in the middle and rested your head on his shoulder. He sighed contently.

“I missed you, you were too far away.” He whined as he placed a large hand on your warming skin. “Jesus baby you’re freezing.” He hissed.

“Why don’t you warm me up then Cowboy?” You mused against his sharply cut jawline.

The truck jerked in the lane, veering to the side a little.

“You trying to make me crash?” He exclaimed looking at you like you were a madwoman. You simply smiled and giggled before placing nibbles on his neck.

“Maybe.” You quipped smartly.

Jake harshly shook the wheel turning into a fairly empty parking lot. You pounced on his lap as soon as the truck was set to park. Quickly you fumbled with his belt trying to unlock it from itself. He was working on the zipper to your dress. Lips were taking and giving sloppy kisses in the heat of the moment. The desperation hung thick in the air. Within a few seconds Jake was tapping your shoulder in urgency.

“Baby.” He said trying to get your attention.

“What?” You answers kissing him again.

“Baby! Stop!” He pushed you off his quickly and got himself readjusted. For a moment you were running red with rage until you saw what he did.

“Just act cool.” He said making you roll your eyes. That was the most cliche thing he could’ve thought of.

He rolled down the window and flashed a smile.

“Evening officer.” Jake greeted softly.

The officer shined his light into the vehicle causing you to wince under the harsh light. You knew what he was seeing. Jake with his pants unbuckled and his manhood trying to escape. You with touched hair and bite marks that were going to show by morning. The look of guilt all over your faces. The officer let his face change as soon as he took in the driver.

“Why I’ll be! Jake Seresin?! The Hangman! No one is gonna believe this! Can I grab a quick autograph? I’m sorry for troubling you.” He wondered giddy as he could be.

“Sure I don’t see why not! You got something to write on?” He wondered with a laugh in his throat.

The officer fumbled around for a moment looking for something before he took out his ticket book. He handed it over sheepishly.

“Who should I make this out to?” Jake asked uncapping the pen he was given.

“To uh- to Larry if you’d please.” He nearly giggled. You watched Hangman sign the paper.

“Howdy ma’am.” The officer awkwardly waved to fill the silence. You gave an awkward wave back.

“There she is!” Hangman stated handing it back over.

“Thank you so very much sir! You guys have y’all selves a nice evening!” He exclaimed before departing.

Jake sighed in relief before looking back towards you. It was silent as you both took in the moment. Simultaneously you both burst out in wild laughter.

“Let’s go home.” You decided with a grin.

“Let’s go home.” He agreed.

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The Curveball

summary - Bradley Bradshaw had a plan: become UC Berkeley’s best pitcher, make it to the major leagues, figure everything else out later. And, as his senior year draws closer and closer, that plan is becoming less of a plan and more of a reality. That is until Payback introduces him to his new girlfriend’s best friend. Bradley’s never been used to being on the receiving end of a curveball.

warnings - no angst not even a little (okay maybe a little, but that’s it 😤), fluff, smut, college au, baseball au, language, chapter specific

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

last update - 12/2/22

take me out to the ball game universe

a whole new ball game

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heavy hitter

bottom of the ninth inning

the big leagues

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My Boyfriend’s Not in the Mafia // Charles Leclerc

I’ve been having issues with my posts disappearing from the tags so I’m going to give reposting this a try

It was funny at first. You didn’t really think anything of it the first time … or the second … or the third.

When you landed your dream job straight out of college and traded in the familiar streets of your hometown for the glitz and glam of Monaco, you didn’t know what to expect. But the reality ended up being more than you could have dreamed of.

You had a crooked cobblestone and poorly closed latte to thank for that. One wrong step saw you flung across the sidewalk. Fortunately, someone managed to catch you before your head became the street’s next victim. Unfortunately, his white linen shirt also caught the remnants of your coffee.

That’s how you met Charles Leclerc. Who needs a meet cute when you could have a “I’m mortified and can’t ever show my face in the second-smallest sovereign state in the world again” cute?

Of course you didn’t exactly know who he was at first but the gigantic billboard of his face next to the Prancing Horse that you passed on the way to your first date clued you in pretty quickly.

As you became more serious, you never intended to keep your relationship secret. But it was the off-season and that meant that Charles could mostly stay out of the spotlight while the two of you relished in your own little bubble. The honeymoon phase never felt sweeter.

But then your coworkers started asking questions. They saw the Ferrari (and the other Ferrari and the other Ferrari and the other Ferrari) that often dropped you off in the mornings and picked you up at night. They saw how you started to rush out for your lunch break instead of spending it in the office. They saw the new earrings and bracelets and necklaces and shoes and lots and lots of red accents.

“Who is he?”

You turn towards your coworker, Stephanie, as you go to refill your water bottle after lunch. “Who is who?”

She wiggles an eyebrow, “Your new man!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your other coworker, Jacob, walks over from across the room. “Don’t be coy. We have eyes.”

Stephanie laughs, “And my eyes are telling me that you’ve found yourself a trust fund kid. No judgement here — get that bag!”

“One,” your raise a finger, “he’s not a trust fund kid. And two,” you raise another, “it’s not about money. I really like him.”

Stephanie squeals with as much zeal as she can manage in a corporate office, “I knew it! You have a man.”

Jacob chimes in, “So trust fund kid’s out … I’m betting on an oligarch.”

“Or a torrid affair with a politician.” Stephanie seems way too excited at the prospect.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, “He does something much more dangerous.”

“He’s in the mafia?”

“Damn, you’ve got yourself a mobster.”

You don’t grace them with a reply, just laughing the teasing away.

You should have just straight up denied it. You knew that. But you were having too much fun and what harm could a little joke possibly have? You just didn’t expect the photos you posted on Instagram from when you joined Charles in Maranello and then explored northern Italy together to have your work friends quite so suspicious.

Stephanie and Jacob corner you as soon as you step out of the elevator on your first day back from vacation.

Stephanie starts, “So Italy …”

“Where the mafia is from. What a coincidence!” Jacob finishes.

“Wait,” Stephanie focuses on your neck, “that’s a new necklace.” She spots the patent red bottoms of your new more fashion than function stilettos, “and those are new shoes!”

“We were in Milan!” You explained. “You can’t not go shopping in Milan.”

“Yeah,” Jacob laughs, “you and your mafioso sugar daddy.”

To be fair, the phone call they overheard between you and Charles the next day didn’t help much.

“Did you manage to get the blood out?”

He sighed through the phone, “Yes, finally! Only took me two hours of scrubbing. Remind me not to scratch my leg on a cliff and not notice while it bleeds on my car’s leather the next time we go to the beach.”

Your back turned to them, you don’t even notice the wide eyed look that Stephanie and Jacob exchange.

When your birthday approached right before the season started up, you finally decided to introduce Charles to your friends. Your family, the Leclercs, and your friends would be joining you for dinner at your favorite local restaurant.

Charles was standing next to you, welcoming your guests and inviting them to sit down for dinner, when Stephanie and Jacob walked in.

You think they would’ve looked less shocked if Charles was actually in the mafia.

Jacob stutters, “You’re … you’re-”

“CHARLES LECLERC!” Stephanie managed to find her voice.

Charles extended a hand and chuckled, “Hope I don’t disappoint. Y/N told me you thought I was in the mafia. I’m not quite at that level.”

Your best friends from work turned the same color as Charles’ race suit.

Staking a Claim

summary - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was ruthless, a stone cold killer both in and outside of the ring — with the belts and trophies to prove it. When a miscalculation results in a target being put on the back of his trainer’s daughter, Bradley finds himself facing responsibility he never signed up for. You’re a whole new challenge. And Bradley doesn’t think you’re one he can fight his way out of.

warnings - DARK THEMES, boxer au, violence, threats of violence, language, mentions of drinking, brief mention of pain killers, harassment, stalking, blood, men talking badly about women, no use of y/n, does Bradley have a pain kink? the world may never know

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 3.4k

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Loyalty

Christian Pulisic x reader

What happens when an English girl falls in love with America’s star soccer player and her loyalties are tested when England plays the US at the World Cup?

Word Count: 3200

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Fluff, tattoos, light swearing, mentions of smut

You were sat on the couch with Christian, legs draped across his lap as you anxiously awaited the group draw for the World Cup.

You had a feeling, you just knew it was inevitable that the US would end up in the group with your beloved Three Lions.

You chewed your lip nervously waiting, eyes flicking between the TV screen and the American who had stolen your heart. And then it happened. The US would be playing England in November.

Christian’s eyes met yours as his phone lit up

“MM”

“Tell y/n I’ll be sure to have her some Mount gear ready for November” was the first thing out of his mouth.

Christian let out a hearty laugh as he tilted the camera towards you so that Mason could see you leaned back against the couch cushions in his USA hoodie.

“I’ve got seven months to sway her allegiance, and it looks like I’ve got a head start” he quipped.

Mason chuckled “she may be wearing your hoodie, but the Three Lions are in her blood, I’ve got years and years worth of a head start on you mate.”

“Guess we’ll have to wait til November to see” Christian answered him, maybe a little less confidently than before.

“Can’t wait man, should be a good one” Mason replied as they shared a few more jabs before finally ending the call.

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