#Formula del amor

[katebishopsbow]

YOU'RE JUST A MAN, IT'S JUST WHAT YOU DO • CARLOS SAINZ

pairing: carlos sainz x reader (18+)

summary: you should have known better than to believe in carlos' loving kisses, sweet lies, and all the times he called you his. because he's just a man, it's just what he does.

(inspired by lana del ray's song, norman fucking rockwell)

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), unprotected sex, choking, praise kink, spit, dirty talking, degradation, finger sucking, angst, no mentions of y/n

word count: 2.1k

(image is not mine)

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You should have known better.

The first time you met Carlos Sainz was the night he had won the Singapore Grand Prix. You were ordering a drink for yourself at the bar when all of a sudden a figure appeared beside you, and you watched with intrigue as he ordered himself a tequila shot before offering to pay for your tab. He turned to look at you, the smile of a winner on his face as he winked not-so-subtly, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Carlos was taken aback, considering that it was the first time someone laughed at his face at his attempt to flirt. Was his wink that awkward? Shit, maybe he should have practiced his winks more in the mirror because now he had totally embarrassed himself in front of a pretty girl. 

“That was adorable,” you chuckled at the now rosy-cheeked man – who would have thought the confident guy moments ago with the crazy good looks could be so shy and precious? Upon introducing yourselves to each other, you realized that Carlos was way more than just good looks. 

He had a great sense of humor that matched yours surprisingly well, he was respectful and charming, and he had some really interesting stories to tell as a Formula 1 driver. So that night you two talked over drinks, learning about each other while you downed shot after shot to celebrate his pole position, danced a little when one of your favourite songs came on, and drunkenly stumbled back to his hotel room with fervent kisses and desperate touch.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“You’re taking my cock so well… what a good little slut for me…” he whispered into your ears as he pushed himself into you again and again, relishing in the sweet moans that escaped your lips each time his cock touched the deepest parts of your cunt. You were so tight, so perfect for him, and he wished he could stay inside you forever.

You made an almost embarrassing moan when his hand reached down and wrapped his fingers around your throat, restricting your airway just enough to send fireworks of tingles up your veins. “You look so pretty with my hands around you, mi amor. Fuck…” Carlos mumbled against your lips, smirking as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Carlos,” you moaned, “Carlos, please.” He adored the way you say his name, all whiny and breathy and so good for him. He loved it even more when you begged for him to go deeper, to fuck you harder, to claim you as his with every thrust of his hips. “You’re such a good girl for saying please, aren’t you?” he asked as he tightened his grip around your throat, and you had to grapple the sheets from the intense pleasure surging through you.

Carlos leaned down and captured your lips in a feverish kiss, moaning into your mouth as he let his tongue run over your bottom lip. When he finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips to his and he couldn’t help the moan that fell from his lips at the lewd sight.

When his thumb pushed against your lips, you eagerly opened up your mouth and welcomed the intrusion, swirling your tongue around his finger before hollowing out your cheek to suck on it. “Fuck… look at you, baby,” Carlos smirked down at you, drinking in how sinful you had looked lying before him. 

Then he pushed his finger further in, pressing on your tongue with a slight pressure that made you gag around his slick digit. “That’s right, choke on it. Deeper, there you go… Good girl.” The praises were never-ending, pouring out of his lips in a way that only seemed to fuel your eagerness to please.

Each movement of his hips was languid and deep, forcing you to feel every inch of his cock snapping into you again and again. “Feels so good…” you drooled on his finger, your words beginning to slur together as you inched closer toward your sweet release. “Yeah? Fucking take it, then,” he moaned shamelessly while his hand dropped to where you two were connected, and began to rub tantalisingly slow circles against your sensitive clit.

The whine you let out was obscene, whispering out a few broken “Mhm… please” was all you could manage from the heavenly sensation that was beginning to crawl up your spine. “Shit… I’m gonna come inside this tight little cunt and you’ll be a good girl and let me, won’t you?” Carlos muttered above you with a knowing grin, pulling out momentarily before fucking back into you just as deep.

The truth was that you would let him do whatever he wanted to you, and you would obey all that he said because you wanted to be such a good fucking girl for him. The movement of his hips gradually became more erratic, fingertips grasping onto your thighs with such pressure that you were certain bruises would form the next day – a sign that you belonged to Carlos.

“I’m close, so fucking close, baby.” He let out a shuddering breath, eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure as he drank in the sight of you sprawled out under him, taking his cock so well. That’s when you lifted up your hips and pushed back into him to meet him halfway, greedily chasing that pleasure that you both craved and needed. 

Carlo’s reaction was instant, letting out a guttural groan desperately, “Oh god, please please please, don’t stop –” You felt yourself fluttering in response to his pleas, such a stark contrast to how dominant he was mere moments ago only seemed to push you teetering over the edge.

“Carlos, I’m coming, please –” The words in your head morphed into broken moans and breathy whines, and you could only squeeze your eyes shut in complete ecstasy while you pulsed around his thick length. “That’s it, baby, ohhh fuck you feel so good,” he groaned loudly as his face contorted in bliss, pounding into you again and again before his hips finally stilled and spilled inside you.

When Carlos leaned forward to drop a soft kiss on your lips, feeling the slowed thrusts of his hips while he fucked his come back into you lazily, you moaned out his name in a way that he wished he could hear forever. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered so tenderly, and when he wrapped his arms around you that night, stroking your hair in a way that felt so domestic and gentle as he lulled you to sleep, you almost believed him.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

You didn’t expect to keep in contact with Carlos after that night in Singapore, but neither of you seemed to be able to stay away from each other. And before you even noticed it, the late-night texts and secretive hotel room meetings turned into planned dates and daily messages where he would share with you about his day.

He would send you pictures of his whereabouts throughout the day, update you on his practice schedules, and share with you all the mundane little things that happened to him daily. You found yourself waiting for his texts, missing him whenever he was in training and had to be away from his phone, and you should have known better but you allowed yourself to indulge in whatever this was with Carlos. 

“I miss you, mi amor.” Your heart swelled with adoration at his words on the phone, smiling like an idiot as you replied to him, “I miss you too, Carlos.” Phone calls with Carlos were your favourite part of the day whenever he had to fly halfway across the world for a race, just hearing his voice filled you with so much comfort that the miles of distance between you two became unimportant. 

“I wish I could be with you all the time, baby,” he smiled into his phone, wishing you could abandon everything at home and fly with him to every race weekend. You really should have known better, but how could you not believe him when he said your name with such fondness, held your hands with such certainty, and wrapped his arms around you like he never wanted to let you go?

You thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with Carlos – oh, how naive of you. Because all of a sudden, his texts became less frequent, the calls with him became shorter, and you could feel him slipping away from your fingertips. You asked him why he was being so distant and cold, but he’d always manage to come up with some reasons.

His training went on longer than he expected, he was so exhausted after the race that he immediately went to bed, he accidentally left his phone in his hotel room. You were no idiot, those were all just terrible excuses – and no matter how much you tried to deny it and convince yourself that Carlos wouldn’t do such a thing, you knew what was bound to happen.

Perhaps he had gotten bored of you, or maybe he was intimidated by the thought of committing to a relationship with you – you would never be sure what the reason was behind his sudden change of heart. But all you knew was that one morning when you decided to not text him first and see if he would be the one to send you a message, he never did, and that was the end of it. 

You were almost embarrassed to admit that a part of you expected him to reach out, to maybe send you a simple “good morning” text like you always used to do. Was that really too much to ask for? Perhaps it was the bare minimum for someone who had genuinely cared for you, but it certainly was too much to ask for from Carlos.

When you were tossing and turning in bed one night, your phone screen lit up from a text notification, and your heart almost beat out of your chest when you saw Carlos’ name appear. The frantic beating of your heart slowed, and replacing the excitement was a painful ache that tugged at your heartstrings. 

You up? Need you right now.

Maybe a part of you did want to respond to his late-night texts and dial his number, to hear him moan your name again the way he used to, to relish in the way he called you his beautiful girl, to believe in all the fucking lies of how much he wanted to be with you – but you stopped yourself before you could reply him back, shut off your phone, and feel your tears soaking through your pillow as you tried to drown that pain with sleep.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“Carlos Sainz and new girlfriend Rebecca Donaldson spotted on romantic golf date” 

You were lying in bed when you came across the news article, and you forced yourself to click off the page albeit wanting so badly to read the words you knew were going to shatter your heart. This was always how things were going to end, with Carlos’ complete indifference while he left you to wallow in sorrow, picking up and mending the pieces of your broken heart alone.

You should have known better than to believe in the words of Carlos Sainz. You should have known he was lying when he told you that he missed you, that he wanted you, that he wished you two could’ve been more. You should have never allowed yourself to get used to his warmth and kisses and embraces because none of them was real – nothing was ever real when it came to him.

He would never know the way you had to hurt, he would never understand half the shit he put you through even if he had tried. You would never let him know how he completely destroyed you with his sweet lies and feigned affection, and the tears that you shed for him in all the sleepless nights that left you questioning if you were ever worthy of love. 

Wiping off the tears that ran down your cheeks, you reached for your phone to delete his number from your contacts and blocked him on every platform. You hesitated for a second when your finger hovered over the red button, and somewhere deep within you wished things could have been different – but you pressed it anyway because you owed it to yourself to erase someone like him from your life. 

You should have known better.  Carlos Sainz is just a man. It’s just what he does.

#f1 x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz smut

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 14

I'd just like to thank @multi-universe21 for the Spanish Translations for these last two chapters.

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smut (Actually this time!!), sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, i guess Instagram posts?? Tell me if I missed any

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen @formulaal

Word count: 3,4k

Masterlist

Part 13 ~Part 15 (coming soon)

Glamour 

“Y/N Y/S/N; the new ambassador for Armani Beauty.”  

Elle Magazine 

“Y/N Y/S/N looks simply gorgeous in the new Armani Beauty: My Way perfume ad.”  

Vogue Magazine 

“Y/N Y/S/N puts new handbag brand DeMellier on the map with a stunning ad.”  

Us Weekly 

“Does Y/N Y/S/N deserve her new found fame, or has it been sped up by boyfriend Carlos Sainz?”  

Us Weekly 

“Y/N Y/S/N’s fame has skyrocketed in the past view months, going from a mere 200 followers to 2 million in 3 months.”  

E!News 

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen in Madrid. Her Instagram shows them moving in together.”  

Y/N’s_username  05 October 2023 

Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes and 556,794 more.  Caption: What more could a girl ask for? The perfect birthday, the perfect boyfriend and the perfect life. 24 Years but this one has been the best, all thanks to you, Mon amour. 💘  Tagged: CarlosSainz55   Comments:   CarlosSainz55: So much love for you Mi amor, happy birthday 💝 

Charles_Leclerc: Happy Birthday Y/N, you make Carlos so happy.  

Charles_Leclerc: P.s. Carlos, you’re setting the bar too high.  

Alexandrasaintmleux: Happy Birthday, gorgeous! 💕 

Francisca.cgomes: Happy Birthday, you amazing girl! So happy to have you part of the wags. To so many more get aways during those boring media days. 👀💖💖 

Username1: Y/N’s getting that princess treatment👀  Username2: Is it princess treatment or is she getting that sugar baby money?  Username1: No way, look at them! They’re in love.   Username2: What I can’t look past is that age gap👀 

Username3: The nicknames they have for each other? When is it my turn😭 

Username4: That’s a ten year age gap! That’s not right.   Username5: I think it’s hot. 

Username5: Someone play Lana Del Rey. 

Y/N’susername  13 November 2023

Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 493,618 more.  Sun, beach and the love of my life.   Tagged: CarlosSainz55  

Comments: 

CarlosSainz55: What more could I want?  

Username1: Dead. She’s killed us all.  

Username2: I’d love to be those rocks. Lurking.  

Username3: She’s living my dream life 😭 

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F1News 

“Carlos Sainz’s car is wrecked after driving over manhole cover.”  

F1News 

“Carlos Sainz receives penalty after having to replace his Chassis.”  

F1News 

“People are enraged after Carlos Sainz’s got recked during the train wreck that is the Las Vegas GP.”  

Your heart is pounding as the loud bang rings through the entire paddock. You hadn’t been watching the practice, you’d been enjoying a drink with Alex. It is Las Vegas after all, you’re there more to party than to watch the race. But the sound has you disregarding the drink entirely. Your eyes scan all over the hospitality, trying to find a tv or something to see what happened.  

But when you do see that classic red Ferrar with the stripped 55 painted on illuminate in a huge cloud of sparks, your heart sinks into your shoes. That’s a lot more than normal, not to mention the sound has you panicking. You run through the hospitality sector all the way to the garage, right in time to see him box.  

Carlos doesn’t climb out instantly, he just sits there in the seat, his head lulled back on the headrest. It makes your heart race even more. He said on the coms that he’s okay, but this isn’t much of a good sign. You can hear Caco in his hears telling me that he’s okay and everything will be alright. But, it’s not the same.   

Eventually though, he does climb out. Slowly at that, each of his movements happen at a snail’s pace. Even with his helmet off, he doesn’t instantly find you. He just kind of stands there, still in shock. So instead, you find him. Not caring for the engineers. You wrap your arms tightly around him, he weighs heavy in your arms as if he’s leaning all your weight on him.  

“Are you okay? You scared me half to death.” He lets out an airy chuckle. “I’m sorry, mi futura esposa, I’m sorry.” Carlos’ voice is just as heavy as him. “What happened?” Caco comes next to you, more worried for his cousin than the formula one driver. Carlos sighs, his arm still wrapped around your waist, with you close by his side.  

“I don’t know. I hit something on the road and all of the suddenly I couldn’t feel my legs and all I saw were sparks.” His eyes seem more scared than usual. “Come on, we’ll go get you checked out.” He agrees with you. 

 “The engineers say the car is fucked. Completely shred the floor, your seat was exposed to the track. They say you’re incredibly lucky that you made it out unscathed.” Caco reports to Carlos while he’s being checked by the doctor. Carlos’ eyes finds your form when Caco says he’s luckily. “They say you won’t be able to drive fp3.”  

The driver sighs and just nods, he hasn’t let go of your hand but refuses to meet your eyes. “Carlos, you seem more shaken up than usual.” You rub circles on his back after the doctor cleared him and told him to rest. The driver again sighs, “I don’t know what it is. I couldn’t feel or control my legs and it scared me. I couldn’t control the car and all I could think about was you.”  

Now finally his eyes peer into yours. You can see tears on the back of his eyes. Fear and worry all mix into one. You coo and pull him closer to you. “All I could was what if I become paralyzed? I can’t provide for you anymore. I’d rather have died than have you see me like that.” You have to stifle a laugh because to you it seems almost silly.  

You pull his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around him and your fingers deep into his locks. “Don’t you remember, Carlos? We’re more than just money now. We've talked about it before, marriage, kids, the whole thing. You know I’d be with you, even if you were on the streets. It seems that crash really did a number on you.” You ruffle his hair with your fist, forcing his giggles out.  

“This is so fucking stupid!” His voice booms through the garage. People run to hide, trying not to be on the receiving end of Carlos’ anger. Or even worse, make him even angrier. Not you, you sit right where you are. Everything in you wants to go and comfort him, but you know that’ll only make it worse, he hates it when you see him angry. He says it’s not for you, you should only see him angry, when you want him angry. He’ll find you when he’s ready. 

Not this time. He finds you, in the middle of taking photos with you assistant. Carlos grabs you by the arm and begins to drag you. “Come.” It’s all he says and you’re struggling to keep up with his pace. “Carlos, what happened?” He doesn’t say a word but soon enough you hear the door slam shut. Your back is shoved up against the same door with the same aggression that it was slammed shut.  

Carlos’ lips attack yours with a vigour. While yes it’s true that ever since you kissed him at the Singapore Grand Prix, its been hard to keep his lips off you, it’s never been this assertory. He’s pressed his body hard against yours. His tongue is roaming your mouth. His hands wander about your body, until it starts creeping up your shirt. It’s as if he’s trying to become you, fore himself into your shoes. That’s when it has to stop.  

With a gentle push against his chest, and the call out of his name, he stops. His brows pulled together, fury still sharp in his eyes, but not towards you. “Carlos, I know this isn’t how you planned this. I won’t mind, but I don’t want you to jump the gun just because you’re upset.” His gaze goes softer before he pulls you in for the tightest hug.  

His head is in the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry, mi futura esposa, it’s just such bullshit.” There is that nickname again, he forbade you from googling it. “What is?” He sighs and then lets go of you. He takes off his hat and rakes it through his hair, all while taking a seat on the couch. “Ten place grid penalty. After I would’ve been in second.”  

Carlos looks so beat up, completely hopeless and you just want to take away all his hurt. Even feeling the need to cry for him. This has been a great year for him, and now such nonsense. “I’m sorry, Mon Amour. You’re right, it’s not fair. It’s their fault, can’t you appeal?” He nods but still with a puff of air. “We are appealing, but it’s unlikely that it’ll change.”  

You push out your bottom lip, he chuckles at your reaction. “Come with, I’m sure your pout will make them change their mind.” He pulls you closer by the waist and rests his head on your stomach. Clearly he’s exhausted. Your hands rake through his hair, hoping it helps even just a little. “Carlos?” He doesn’t even bother to raise his head, but he does hum in reply.  

“You promised you’d go clubbing with me, but I don’t want you to go if you’re too tired.” He raises his head and then shakes it no. “Don’t worry, mi futura esposa, it’ll help be burn off some steam.” It warms your heart that he always does so much for you. “You mean it?” He stands up, and gives you a peck on the lips. “Of course, mi futura esposa, you can wear that new necklace I got you.”  

Sweaty bodies push against the other. You don’t notice, because only one body is touching yours. Carlos’ hands are on your hips as you move to the rhythm. He’s got his shirt buttoned down low, and he just looks so delectable. As if he should be the perfume model between the two of you. You can tell he’s already starting to feel better.  

Neither of you have really drunk anything, you’re just high on each other. Enjoying the other’s touch and the music. Soon though, the few mocktails you had catch up to you, Carlos waits outside the bathroom. You can still hear the music, but it doesn’t thud as loud. You can finally her your own thoughts and someone calling your name.  

Only to turn around and see Jasmine and Ilsa. They both greet you with smiles, “Y/N, what are you doing here?” They ask, wanting to go in for a hug but you just give them the cold shoulder. “It’s the Las Vegas Grand Prix, why else would I be here? Better question, why are you two here.” Their smiles falter just a bit.  

“We’re on a girls trip. We wanted to invite you, but you blocked us on everything...” Jas explains, you don’t remember doing that. Maybe Carlos did, he does have access to everything after all. If he decided to block them, then it’s the better option. You haven’t missed them one bit, after all you rarely saw them anymore.  

You cross your arms, “You planned a girls trip to Las Vegas, on the weekend of the GP and didn’t expect to see me? Strange coincidence huh?” They grimace at your words. “Did Carlos buy you that?” It’s Ilsa this time, her words are more sour. You touch the diamond necklace sitting comfortably on your neck and nod.  

“It was a birthday present.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “No, Y/N, it was the cost of your family. You’ve sold off every sign of yourself just for the glamourous life.” Her words are sharp like the diamonds you’re wearing. But what does she know? Never before have you been happier. You have nothing to worry about.  

Your assistant books your modelling jobs, takes your photos, makes the videos. Carlos takes you everywhere with him, and you don’t even have to plan a single thing. You haven’t thought about money or the cost of something in months. Not to mention you’re healthier than ever. You haven’t gotten sick this whole time and your confidence has sky-rocketed. And all you really have to do in return is be yourself.   

“Really? Is that how you see it?” She glares you down for your words. “It’s true though, isn’t it? You gave up us, your family, your future and passion for cheffing. All for what? Some diamonds and dick?” What? Is that really something she just said? Losing them was clearly the better thing to do.  

“If you guys had really known me, you would’ve known that cheffing has never been my true passion, so clearly giving you and that up was the better choice. And I haven’t lost a family, I’ve gained a better one. Because the Sainz has welcomed me with open arms and have treated me better than those fuckers ever did. So excuse me for living a happy life, and not choosing to suffer like you lot!”  

Us Weekly 

“Y/N Y/S/N says she has met her idol after talking with Madeleine White at Las Vegas GP.”  

Us Weekly 

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen blowing off steam after horrible first practice.” 

Glamour Magazine 

“People are shocked as Y/N Y/S/N is seen wearing $300k worth in diamonds, sources states it’s one of her many birthday presents.”  

Gossip Magazine 

“Y/N Y/S/N’s party looks this Las Vegas Grand Prix: 

Y/N’susername  9 December 2023 

Liked by CarlosSainz55, landonorris, charles_leclerc and 539,072 more  It is such an honour that Dior allowed me to wear one of their vintage dresses. Much more to come between us. So proud of Mon amour for all that he has accomplished this year. Next year will be our year, Ferrari. 😘  Tagged: CarlosSainz55 

Comments: 

CarlosSainz55: So honoured to call you mine. You looked gorgeous, mi amour.  

CarlosSainz55: Also you promised you wouldn’t post that last picture😭  Y/N’susername: But you look so cute😫   Y/N’susername: Not to mention, I need to give the people what they want! 

Charles_Leclerc: These two were inseparable🤚 

LandoNorris: Y/N, you’re taking my spot 😭  Y/N’susername: Don’t worry, he still talks about you all the time.  LandoNorris: That’s not enough😭 

Username1: Mother is mothering.  

Username2: That caption can’t mean nothing👀  Username1: Mother is a mastermind...  

Username3: Y/N x Dior coming soon??  

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CarlosSainz55  26 December 2023

Liked by Y/N’susername, LandoNorris, Charlec_Leclerc and 639,706 more  Our first Christmas together and I loved every second of it. Missing the racing, missing the fans. Can’t help but feel loved.   Tagged: Y/N’susername  

Comments: 

Y/N’susername: 💖💖 

Y/N’susername: Hope you enjoy your present😘 

Username1: Missing F1 so much😭 

Username2: Damn...Carlos got himself a baddy👀 

Username3: No one cares about her, we just want more Ferrari!  CarlosSainz55: If you care about me, you have to care about her.   All replies have been deleted.    

Y/N’susername  26 December 2023

Liked by CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 497,309 more  It’s a nice car and all but all I really wanted for Christmas, is you😘  tagged: CarlosSainz55  

CarlosSainz55: But the car was a pretty good present, wasn’t it?  Y/N’susername: I won’t lie, I love it so much😍 

Alexandrasaintmleux: How did you get Carlos to do the last photo? 😆  Y/N’susername: He does just about anything I ask 🤷😝 

LandoNorris: Damn, Carlos, she has you whipped 😆  Y/N’susername: You know it😉  CarlosSainz55: Who wouldn’t be😍 

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The sun is blazing down on you, you’ve gotten a much more golden colour since you’ve been with Carlos. Even so, he insists that he wears sunscreen. Not that he needs the sun. As he stands now, chiselled and defined, glowing like a hot flame, he’s the perfect advertisement for Spain and lust.  

Lust especially, when he looks at you as he does now. He hasn’t looked away from you for the past few minutes now. Carlos is drinking up every inch of your form. Soon enough, his trance is broken as he makes his way to you. His hand follows the curve of your leg all the way to your middle.  

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He whispers into your ear, handing you the mojito he had just made for you. You hum, “Only in passing, but never in enough detail.” He chuckles but then looks so giddy. “Let me make that right then.” He takes your free hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.  

“I’d like to think your beauty surpasses that of any other. The Greek statues in Athens, we’re all modelled after you. But none of them achieved, because they haven’t truly captured you. The statues do not smile, they do not laugh, they do not love me the way you do.” His words are like sweet melodies, but like said before, it’s much more detailed than before.  

But the reason for it is revealed, when from his swim shorts he pulls out a velvet red box, now you really notice than he is down on one knee. The tears pool in your eyes. “This might seem crazy, and I know it’s only been six months, but you told me yourself you like a fast pace.” A chuckle escapes the both of and you can see happy tears in his eyes.  

“I’m crazy about you, absolutely obsessed. You’ve changed me, changed the way I think, forever, and I can only imagine the man I’ll be if we spend forever together. So, will you become mi futura esposa and marry me?” The answer slips out before a thought even makes it way through you. “Yes. Yes, of course, yes.”  

He slips the ring over your finger, not fast enough for your lips to find each other. His passion is even more than the night in Vegas. So, so much more. But this time, it’s filled with so much loved. Placed intention of showing you that you won’t regret this decision. Before you know it, his arms are under your legs and he places you on the only bed in the yacht.  

Carlos’ lips are all over your body. His hands expertly slip your bikini from your body. “Joder, nena, he esperado tanto para esto.” He says in between kisses, his lips leaving marks wherever he goes. Before long, his hands cup around your boobs. He pulls and plucks, sparks of pleasure roll over you. “English, Carlos.”  

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, no mi prometida, my brain can’t translate now.” You laugh but it quickly turns into a moan when he cups your groan. His fingers find your clit within an instant. He has you moaning and begging his name quite easily. Luckily for you, you’re in the middle of the ocean and can be as loud as you want.  

“Hmm, nena, quiero, quiero, taste you. But, no puedo esperar más, need to be inside you.” His tongue is struggling to keep up with his mind. His languages mixing into one big mix because you’re the only thing he can focus on. It doesn’t help that each time he rolls his r it makes you even wetter than he already has you.  

He slides his swim shorts off, and your eyes go big at his sheer size. You’d eye him in race suit before, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing. But his lips swallow your worries. “No te preocupes, cariño, you can take me, I’ll be gentle.” He lines himself up with you, then holds onto you shoulders and guides himself inside you.  

It’s as if you fit together like puzzle pieces. Yes, it does burn at first, but complying with your pleas, he begins to moves. A slow gentle pace, te sientes tan bien, mi amor,” he comforts by your ear. Whispering praises, “You’re so tight,” along with his kisses and nibbles. He has you in the seventh heaven.  

All you can feel is him buried deep inside you, along with his gentle touches and longing kisses. All you can smell is him, he doesn’t smell like burnt tired anymore. No, he smells like the ocean and the new perfume you got him for Christmas. All you can hear is his praises, him whisper about your wet self and how you’re his. “Mine, only mine.”  

Soon enough, the knot in your stomach makes itself known. And he too, begins to increase his speed. In a sudden and rapid rise, you both reach your climax. Maybe you sooner than him, but there is little control or judgement now. All that there is love for the other. And the bliss of finally be able to feel his body warm in yours.  

What could possibly ruin this?

Lemme just say, this chapter and the next took forever to make, just because of all the Instagram posts. Just a props for all the fic authors who do this as their primary works. So nervous for the feedback on the Instagram posts, I've never done them before!

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Although there is only one chapter left...

#Fast Pace #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x sugar baby!reader #sugar daddy!carlos sainz #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x reader #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f 1 x reader

[haiku--di--aliantis]

Siamo solo tu e io. L'ultima donna e l'ultimo uomo sulla Terra. Non resta altro che amarci. Ti presenti a me abbigliata come la più scaltra delle prostitute. Hai tolto la gonna, ti sei appena seduta. La tua fica ora è completamente esposta alla mia vista e ti stai già toccando. Forse quello di prostituirti è veramente il tuo sogno segreto. Me l'hai detto in modo ironico. Beh: io so che dirlo scherzando-scherzando è il solo modo con cui poter far uscire fuori la verità senza subire riprovazione o sdegno.

Ma adesso egoisticamente non posso che gioirne. Anche perché qui nella mia minuscola mansarda, scopiamo in assoluto segreto. Tu sei una "sorella" in incognito. E fai i salti mortali per venire qui da me senza l'abito monacale che tieni nel borsone, assieme a quelle scarpe nere ridicole e al rosario. Fosti accolta nella Ruota degli Esposti dalle suore del convento dove poi t'hanno cresciuta, educata ai sacri valori e infine fatto prendere i voti. Nessuna gelosia, sebbene io sinceramente pensi di amarti. Non esiste amore più testardo e forte di quello impossibile.

So che in camerata di notte fai sesso regolarmente con le novizie, tutte ragazze "da recuperare": ex prostitute strappate alla strada. O con delle ragazze madri giovanissime che devono trovare la loro strada, pertanto facilissime prede sessuali. Non sei mia, non vorresti esserlo e comunque nessuno può arrogarsi il diritto di possedere un altro essere umano. La tua e la mia sono scelte che si rinnovano ogni giorno. Io voglio te. Tu vuoi il mio cazzo, fondamentalmente. Ti desidero. Tu comunque mi vuoi. Null'altro conta, quando siamo qui. Guardi il mio uccello con occhi illuminati e bocca golosa.

Passi la lingua sulle tue labbra e non vedi l'ora di ingoiare la mia più recente produzione di seme. Io non resisto, mi inginocchio e ti lecco la fregna umida di passione. Gemi, me la sbatti in faccia letteralmente. Con forza. Sei affamata di sesso, quello più sporco possibile. D'un tratto ti giri: in cinque secondi netti mi apri il tuo culo davanti al naso che manco un cambio gomme in formula uno! E io riprendo a lavorarti di bocca e di lingua. Il tuo buco del culo spesso si schiude da solo davanti ai miei occhi.

Se li ho chiusi, mentre te lo lecco, percepisco questo fenomeno meraviglioso con la lingua, perché improvvisamente essa affonda nel buco. Quanto sei puttana! Ti amo. Ecco: intanto proprio ora sei venuta e gemi. Nuovamente vuoi cambiare. Mentre il mio viso è completamente bagnato del tuo liquore. Mi spingi sul letto e mi fai stendere di schiena. Penso tu voglia scoparmi, ma invece stasera insisti e mi scopi nuovamente la bocca. Sono dominato da te e dal tuo corpo. Ti muovi sapientemente e passi la tua passera dal pelo al perineo sulla mia bocca.

Poi ti siedi e mi intimi di succhiartela. Io me la metto tutta in bocca e ti faccio letteralmente un pompino. Tu vieni ancora! Finalmente, rilassata e con un bellissimo sorriso, ti sdrai su di me, mi piazzi un seno in bocca e mi ordini di succhiarteli a lungo alternativamente. Obbedisco, mentre sento che ti infili il mio cazzo durissimo nella fregna calda e scivolosa. Sono felice. Il tuo bacino si muove freneticamente. Vieni: e a sentire le parolacce orribili che dici al mio indirizzo, a mia volta sborro.

Dopo una tua risata di gola e un attimo di immobilità di coppia, sfilo il mio cazzo e tu da dominatrice diventi una brava geisha. Quindi provvedi a slinguarmi, a pulirmi il cazzo con la bocca e a ingoiare tutta la sborra che puoi trovare in giro sul mio inguine. Sei esperta, con quella cazzo di lingua. Me lo fai drizzare nuovamente e perciò tutta contenta mi fai un fantastico pompino di commiato, con ennesima mia sborrata. Intanto con le mani raccogli anche il seme che ti cola dalla passera.

Interrompi il pompino e ti lecchi le dita. Poi riprendi a succhiare, mugolando di piacere. Sei una troia golosissima di sborra. Chissà se qualche prete te lo mette nel culo. Non te l'ho mai chiesto, ma penso che saggiamente tu non voglia rovinarti la piazza. "Non chiedere - non dire" tra noi. Per ora, quanto a maschi, penso tu abbia conosciuto solo il mio cazzo. Comunque sia, sei la mia felicità segreta di maturo divorziato, Suor Merina. Grazie per essere stata tu quella che mi ha portato dalla parte sfrenata e immorale del sesso. Una monaca ventiquattrenne affamata di passione è il massimo che si possa mai desiderare, credetemi.

Aliantis

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Walk on the wild side (Lou Reed)

#haiku di aliantis #Youtube

[l-incantatrice]

La letteratura romantica del primo ottocento ci ha inculcato l’idea che l’amore è sofferenza.Un amore per cui si suppone valga la pena di morire,quella formula maledetta che ci marchiamo nell’anima,dove l’amore sofferto é il vero amore,quello disperato che ci esaspera,che fa perdere il lume della ragione. Nella vita esistono due tipi di relazioni: quelle stimolanti che esaltano il nostro lato migliore e quelle che ci tormentano; quelle che ci danno pace e quelle che ce la tolgono . Non so per quale motivo a volte facciamo la scelta sbagliata preferendo il tipo di amore che ci annienta. La società e i suoi stereotipi ci spingono verso quel caos,ci insegnano che il dolore è eccitante,ma non è vero,il dolore è perverso, affascina, però ferisce. Dobbiamo imparare ad amare nel modo giusto,ė il nostro dovere

[solosepensi]

In amore ho provato a fuggire, ho provato a restare, ho provato ad aspettare, non ho mai vinto. La realtà è che in amore non si vince perchè non esiste una strategia dell'emozione, non ci sono espressioni algebriche per risolverlo o una formula che spieghi perchè ti tremino le mani, un'equazione che risolva il mistero dei suoi occhi. Forse non so cosa sia l'amore, ne conosco gli effetti sul mio corpo, sul mio animo, ma…ma se dovessi riempirlo di parole lo svilirei, denudandolo del suo incanto; parliamoci chiaro, in amore vince solo chi ama, nonostante il tempo, nonostante le persone.

Michelangelo Da Pisa

[effervescentdragon]

for your ask game: 20!!

20. What's a favourite title for a fic you've written 😹

oh youre being meeean phoeeebs i literally remember zero titles omg okay gimme a sec i need to go to my ao3 xD

okay i like la vida va for a kinkmeme prompt i fulfilled because it's an additional meta fuckery to the story where girl!lewis feels a bit old and like she needs to prove something, and the rest of the quote goes "como verstappen en formula uno", plus it's in spanish so it's a nod to carlos here and yeah i just think it's clever. this is the same reason i like An Ancient Dispensation my Georgie has a mental breakdown kinkmeme exploration of 2nd person pov, because it's a quote about alexander the great and his cutting the gordian knot, which is a metaphor for alex managing to halt george's breakdown at least somewhat. Same with El Amor del Inframundo. Which again, bastardised version of "Il canto di malavita", which is a term for colloquially known mafia folk music.

I think I like the titles where i'm being clever. 😹🙈💖

#akira answers asks #phoebe tag ♡ #writers asks #and since im advertising myself #f1 rpf #galex #charlos #carlos/lewis

[las-microfisuras]

(1-PREGUNTA) En diciembre de I958, Maurice Blanchot escribe en su diario:

Con toda seguridad, sé que se puede amar sin preguntarse por qué se ama. El amor empieza en el momento en que el amor se vuelve una pregunta -y descansa el silencio en la misma interrogación, dirigida al lenguaje.

...

Pero la pregunta que ahí se formula, la pregunta que así clausura, no trata de su valor ni de su derecho. Si es tan difícil descubrir su sentido es porque esta pregunta suele transtormarse en un proceso contra la vida, contra sus poderes y sus finalidades. El amor se erige sobre estas ruinas.

...

La pregunta sobre qué es el amor tan sólo ha recibido respuestas insignificantes: parece el elemento vacío presente en todas las cosas graves y serias. ¿Tal vez esa es la respuesta? ¿Tal vez por eso podemos decir «te quiero»?

Seguramente se trata de recordar que aprender a articular este espacio entre nosotros como un espacio de deseo, de intensidad y de entendimiento es como aprender una nueva lengua. Hablar otra gramática del cuerpo. Y decir, más tarde: «Te quiero».

- Pol Guash, LA PARTE DEL FUEGO.  Ed. Ultramarinos 2022. Traducción de  Max Hidalgo Nácher

#pol guash

[dansfull]

bueno voy a contar algo que a nadie le importa pero desde siempre me gustó leer y escribir y cuando tuve que elegir una carrera universitaria elegí literatura sin dudarlo. sin embargo, durante los ultimos años de secundaria me di cuenta de mi amor por la química. amaba la química y las formulas. me cuestione un poco pero decidí seguir con literatura. hace un año más o menos que me di cuenta de que esta carrera del orto que elegí por "amor" no me va a dar absolutamente nada de plata entonces me estoy apurando muchísimo para terminarla y anotarme en ingeniería química, algo que sí me va a dar salida laboral.

[susieporta]

IL RISCHIO È RIMANERE SEMPRE BAMBINI

Basterebbe osservare quest'immagine per capire quanto il contenimento , il nido, le braccia siano confini che il neonato, una volta venuto al mondo, fisiologicamente ricerca.... Per 9 mesi ha conosciuto questo: avvolgimento, contenimento, calore, culla... Una volta fuori, per sentirsi al sicuro avrà bisogno delle stesse identiche cose:

✔️ il contenimento delle braccia(o della fascia)

✔️ il calore del corpo della mamma (e del papà)

✔️ il caldo latte materno, che ha lo stesso sapore del liquido amniotico ossia il sapore della dieta materna. (Anche dando la formula si può creare un momento empatico e carico d'amore)

✔️L'esser cullato come quando stava in pancia, cuore a cuore... Perché il battito materno è il primo rumore che ha ascoltato e che ha continuato a sentire per mesi e mesi.

Ma… Anche da adulto, quel bambino cercherà sempre di costruire delle situazioni di nutrimento e contenimento, nelle quali sentirsi al sicuro.

Quindi tenderà ad avere paura delle scelte troppo particolari, del giudizio degli altri, della non accoglienza e le sue relazioni, spesso, saranno determinate dalle sue ferite non guarite. Avrà timore nell’essere troppo diverso e avrà paura del mondo.

Uno spirito infinito entra in un corpo finito, per rendere questo corpo sempre più evoluto ed imparare a fluire, secondo un obiettivo elevato. Dovrà arrivare a guidare il suo veicolo, non dipenderne.

Inutile perdersi nella carne, perché ciò equivale a dover ripetere costantemente cicli ed esperienze, per andare oltre sé stessi .

Il bambino diventa adulto, quando inizia a sviluppare autoreferenzialità e amore di sé.

Se non sarà così, quello che cercherà sempre saranno genitori, grembi, riconoscimento esterno, recinti e strutture di supporto… Vivrà automaticamente solo il proprio DNA di appartenenza, mancando la propria “missione di vita terrestre“.

Non avere il coraggio di vivere la propria unicità ed il proprio valore, equivale a non vivere veramente.

Luciana Zillio

[thecountessus]

March, 08 2023

Nel mondo dei Santi

sarei stata un Angelo.

Nel mondo della Pace

sarei stata la Colomba.

Nel mondo della Passione

sarei stata Amore.

Nel mondo della Scienza

sarei stata un Fatto.

Nel mondo della Guerra

sarei stata una Bandiera .

Nel mondo della Chimica

sarei stata una Formula.

Nel mondo dell'Agricoltura

sarei stata la Terra.

Nel mondo della Paura.

Sarei stata il Coraggio.

Nel mondo del Dolore

sarei stata Compassione.

Nel mondo dell'Odio

sarei stata Dimenticanza.

Nel mondo delle Opportunità

sarei stata una Via.

Nel mondo della Solitudine

sarei stata Compagnia.

Nel mondo della Moda

sarei stata lo Stile.

Nel mondo della Medicina

sarei stata la Cura.

Nel mondo della Bisogno

sarei stata un Aiuto.

Nel mondo delle Aspettative

sarei stata una Sorpresa.

Nel mondo della Fortuna

sarei stata un Tesoro.

Nel mondo dei Segreti

sarei stata un Mistero.

Quello che forse davvero sono

è solo un Essere con un'Anima.

In generale sono una specie umana.

In particolare sono una donna.

#Woman #Womenday #8marzo #donna #poesiaitaliana #poesia #poesiadelgiorno #poesiacontemporanea #nuoviautori

[schizografia]

Che ci si giri a destra: l’Idea! Che ci si giri a sinistra: l’Idea! L’Idea hegeliana, antihegeliana, l’Idea monarchica, tomista, reazionaria, anarchica, socialista, rivoluzionaria, l’Idea dell’Ordine, del Disordine, dell’Autorità, della Gerarchia, della Forza, della Libertà, dell’Uguaglianza, della Felicità, l’Idea cristiana, pagana, l’Idea dovunque, sempre! Io chiamo Idea tutto ciò che pretende la certezza assoluta, l’infallibilità, l’autorità, tutto ciò che comanda e costringe, tutto ciò che opprime e uccide, tutto ciò che definisce la verità una volta per tutte, la verità unica, immutabile, che impedisce il dubbio, la ricerca, l’astensione, sottomette le eccezioni alla maggioranza, fa giudicare l’anormale dal normale, l’individuo dalla folla, riduce il reale vivente, mutevole, a una formula morta, stabile, e usa, abusa del principio di contraddizione per respingere dalla società per amore o per forza… colui che soffre e che si è ribellato. E che l’Idea faccia marciare le società, i politici, i sistemi, le banche, le polizie, i servizi di spionaggio, le scuole letterarie, i veri e i falsi profeti, gli sfruttatori e gli sfruttati, le rivoluzioni sanguinose, le paci floride, le sedie elettriche e le casse di risparmio, la carità e l’anarchia, ecco uno stato di fatto che tutti conoscono, che nessuno ha la voglia né il potere di far cessare! Non il potere, è terribile! Ma neppure la voglia, è stupefacente! Ecco i vantaggi dell’Idea: fabbrica la moneta corrente, la sola garantita, i falsi valori dell’onore, dell’onesta, dell’unità psicologica e logica, il concetto della purezza morale. Tutti questi valori, quando non partecipano della pura ipocrisia (che è prevalente), non sono che mezzi per distrarre l’uomo dalla sua più pressante ricerca, o meglio per impedire all’uomo di scoprire che non c’è alcuna verità, di disperarsi, di contaminare gli altri, di gettare discredito sui valori correnti, perché capite bene che, se si fosse trattato della disperazione di un uomo solo, di Pietro o di Paolo, senza il pericolo di attentare alle leggi della città, di portare lo scoraggiamento nelle reazioni degli altri uomini, nessuno se ne sarebbe curato un solo minuto.

Benjamin Fondane

#benjamin fondane #rimbaud la canaglia #arthur rimbaud

[ninidreamworlds]

soñé contigo la noche del 29 de junio al 30 de junio, tenia el espectáculo de fin de curso de mi escuela de baile, y tenia que bailar 3 coreografías, antes de esta fecha fernando alonso el piloto asturiano de formula 1 era para mi el mejor piloto que tenia la f1 , que siempre he admirado y he apreciado, disfrute viéndole en los dos mundiales que había ganado , pero no le seguía de nada mas, no sabia de su vida, solo que en 2023 estaba con el equipo Aston Martin y que antes no había tenido mucha suerte en la f1, pero no sabia nada de el, no me interesaba mas , no le seguía , ni nada , era solo el piloto español que había ganado, un buen piloto pero que la suerte no le brillaba y ya, tengo que decir que le había visto algunos domingos en 2023 en las carreras y que así de pasada le había visto subir a algún pódium y me hizo mucha ilusión pero ya, no le seguía en redes y no sabia de su vida, tengo que reconocer que ni me había fijado en el físicamente, nunca me había parado a verle , nunca me había llamado mas allá de la f1.

pero esa noche soñé con él, si con fernando alonso, fue un sueño muy real, muy vivo, y yo al principio como que rehusaba un poco estar con el porque no era ninguno de mis amores platónicos, ni my crush, no lo era.............. pero en el sueño, cuando me iba a ir, me cogió del brazo, y no me dejo marchar, después charlábamos y bueno era una persona muy maja y muy agradable, con una bonita sonrisa, pero no era alguien que quisiera soñar, aun así era tan guay estar allí que el sueño siguió con el, me llevo en su coche, fuimos a cenar, a ver las estrellas y bueno pues con la tonteria de dejarse llevar nos besamos, si y después la cosa termino en algo muy romántico,

al dia siguiente cuando me desperté , ya no podía ver a fernando alonso como lo había visto antes, ya lo vi de otra manera, ahora me gustaba como hombre, me gustaba, me atraía y me quede un poco pillada porque no me lo esperaba, fue algo que me marco un antes y un después en mi vida, ya no podía ver a fernando alonso simplemente como un piloto que corría, ya no............. , me descuadro ya todo mi mundo y mi existencia, ya se que que los sueños sueños son, pero tan intenso y sin esperarlo, bueno intente no darle mas importancia, y me concentre en el baile, mi amiga vino a peinarme por la mañana y se lo Conte, pero bueno se rio y dijo que podría ser que fuera el momento de ser fan o seguidora de el mas intensamente por algún motivo, algo del destino? , llego el baile, me salió bien, intente no pensar en Alonso, y concentrarme al 100 en el baile, pero después de bailar, me llego el bajón, ahora tenia que entender porque había soñado con el , fui a cotillearle en redes, y cada foto, cada video de el, me enamoraba mas y mas, era como que a partir de ese día le necesitaba de alguna manera, aunque en la lejanía claro, solo desde la redes sociales, pero me puse a indagar sobre su vida, sobre todo, las parejas, donde vivía etc........ empecé a ver el documental de Amazon , después de eso, me empape de todo lo que había pasado en su vida, yo le perdí algo la pista con el alpine , y tb en los dos años que había dejado la f1 , le vi en el dakar, en las 24 h de lemans ( que gano 2 años), en daytona (tb ganador), y en indianapolis, y cuanto mas le veía, cuanto mas sabia de el, cuanto mas conocía mas y mas me enamoraba , ahora era mi gran amor platónico, sin buscarlo, estaba tan feliz y enamorada de mi pedro pascal, y de repente, así como un zas en toda la boca, soñe con alonso, y me cambio verlo todo.............................. pues esto es la primera parte.

fernando alonso me has cambiado la vida............................

#amores #historia #lovers #my crush #fernando alonso #alonso 14 #el nano #the boss #formula 1 #aston martin #mi historia

[leregirenga]

No existen métodos, formulas o primicias para el amor. Se da de corazón a corazón, de alma a otra alma, de miradas, detalles, hechos... Son dos seres que se ven y se crea alquimia, con un poco de sorpresa, con un tanto de ternura, con cariño del bueno y crece como flor, cómo girasol que con la luz del sol, brota magnífico y abierto a la vida.

Leregi Renga

#no #existen #metodos #formulas #primicias #para #amor #texto de amor

[crecimiento-espiritual]

PROVERBIOS 30:1-10

Jesús, nombre sobre todo nombre

En medio de un mundo lleno de conflictos, adversidades y luchas, es común preguntarnos ¿cómo es posible caminar por fe y no por vista? ¿Dónde está Dios en los momentos más difíciles? Todos en algún momento nos hemos preguntado esto, sobre todo cuando la vida es tan dura y las tormentas nos azotan con fuerza.

En el pasaje de hoy, el hombre del versículo 4 está cansado, y formula cinco preguntas clave:

"¿Quién ha subido a los cielos y descendido de ellos?

¿Quién puede atrapar el viento en su puño o envolver el mar en su manto?

¿Quién ha establecido los límites de la tierra?

¿Quién conoce su nombre o el de su hijo?".

La palabra de Dios revela que la respuesta a cada una de estas cinco preguntas es la misma: Jesús, Jesús, Jesús, Jesús y Jesús. Él es quien ascendió al cielo y está a la diestra del Padre, y es solo a través de él que hemos podido ser reconciliados con Dios y por medio de él, todas las cosas han sido establecidas. Jesús es el nombre sobre todo nombre, y toda rodilla se doblará ante él. La evidencia de Dios y de su amor por nosotros se encuentra en Jesús.

Muy a menudo nos enfocamos en principios, cuando en realidad deberíamos concentrarnos en la persona de Jesús. Él es todo lo que necesitamos. La Escritura revela que el nombre de Dios y su naturaleza se encuentran en su Hijo.

El autor del pasaje de hoy se enfoca principalmente en quién es el Señor. De hecho, no pide ni pobreza ni riqueza, ya que teme que éstas le hagan renegar del Señor, y con ello, profanar el nombre del Señor.

Dios anhela que confiemos en él de todo corazón y vivamos en obediencia y gratitud, para que cuando vengan los días malos podamos estar fortalecidos en él y enfrentar cualquier tormenta. Recuerda que Dios es fiel y es quien nos da la victoria.

[sime667]

Andate d'accordo

Io e la ragazza andiamo a trovare mia nonna, plurinovantenne.

Le parliamo, a un certo punto ci diamo un bacetto.

"Allora andate d'accordo voi due", commenta la nonna.

Questa la formula che sceglie: "andate d'accordo." Non "vi amate", "siete innamorati", "vi piacete."

Mi viene da chiedermi se, ai suoi tempi, "andare d'accordo" non fosse l'attributo più desiderabile in una coppia.

Oggigiorno cerchiamo "l'amore", ma questo amore di cui parliamo è spesso un sentimento autoriferito, superficiale, schiavo del momento. Passa l'emozione et voilà, l'amore non c'è più.

Bisogna trovare qualcuno che "ci piaccia", non qualcuno che ci vuole bene, tantomeno qualcuno a cui dovremmo voler bene noi - magari con un po' d'impegno. E se quel qualcuno non ci piace più, avanti il prossimo.

Beh, viva la nonna che ha capito tutto.

Posta una relazione che non manchi interamente di passione,

andare d'accordo è più importante di essere innamorati.

#pensieri #amore #relazioni #coppia

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¿Cuántas cosas erroneas hacemos en nombre del amor? Estoy segura que demasiados, sea la clase de amor que sea.

Actualmente, estoy viendo historias de amor y desamor y por fin me he cuestionado sobre como sera el mio. No obstante, antes de que pueda pasar eso, claramente tengo que haber aprendido de mi errores.

Amor hacía mi misma, que complicado ha sido. Aún no logró amarme, aceptarme tal cual soy. Pero he avanzado mucho en el último año, todos los días me cuestiono diferentes cosas, buenas o malas. Me permitó escucharme, darle rienda suelta a mis pensamientos y ver que puedo mejorar ese día. Obvio, no es nada fácil, algunos días son más complicados que otros, lo único que quiero hacer es sumergirme en mi amargura y depresión. En resumen, no me amo, pero cada día estoy más cerca de aceptarme.

Amor familiar, pff este rubro está del asco. Me alejo de todos aquellos que no son de mi núcleo familiar, los aborresco y realmente si aún comparto con ellos es por mis padres. Todos me han hecho un daño irremediable, me han expresado un "amor". Mi familia núclear, ¿cómo los voy a odiar? dentro de lo que cabe son los que autenticamente me pueden amar, son quienes mejor me conocen. Pero a la vez, por la misma razón de que somos familia, es que me aguantan. Estoy muy confundida en ocasiones soy capaz de hacer cualquier cosa por ellos, obligarme a cambiar. Pero en otras, realmente los deseo tener muy lejos o de desaparecer yo para encontrar paz en mi corazón.

La amistad, que asquerosa puede llegar a ser la amistad y al mismo tiempo la razón por la que uno desea vivir un día más, son las personas por las que más hacemos locuras y por quienes nos volvemos leales e incondicionales, aún cuando nos pueden fallar o nosotros a ellos. Estoy tan harta!! no los necesito y aún así logran lastimarme y destrozar mi corazón. Cada vez huyo más de una vida social para evitar ese dolor degarrador y que te puede volver estúpido. Pensé que por fin había logrado la formula perfecta para que las personas no se alejaran de la "mierda" que soy.

Amor de pareja, quiero llorar, dormir y no despertar.

La soledad, ¿la amo? no lo se, pero giro y giro y siempre vuelvo al mismo punto. A la única parte que conozco y puedo vivir con cierta paz. Que dolor más profundo y asqueroso.