Rebecca Donaldson X Reader - Blog Posts

I need more of this trouple😍😍. Oh! To be loved by the gorgeous Rebecca Donaldson.

And Carlos Sainz, too.

cozy mornings

pairing: poly!carlos sainz x reader x rebecca donaldson

summary: cozy mornings with your boyfriend and girlfriend

warnings: none

the soft light of the morning crept through the blinds, gently waking you from a peaceful sleep. you could feel the warmth of the blankets around you and the comforting presence of carlos and rebecca, who were still curled up beside you. the quiet of the morning was only broken by the soft rhythm of their breathing, the sounds of a calm, lazy morning.

you shifted slightly, feeling carlos’s arm wrapped around you, his warmth spreading through you, and rebecca’s hand resting lightly on your side. a soft smile tugged at your lips as you blinked sleepily, taking in the calm, cozy atmosphere. for a moment, everything felt perfect—just the three of you, together, in your little cocoon of blankets and comfort.

but then, your stomach gave a small, grumbling protest.

you chuckled quietly, feeling a little embarrassed, but it was hard to ignore the undeniable hunger. rebecca stirred beside you, blinking sleepily.

“hungry?” she asked, her voice hushed and still groggy with sleep, but there was no mistaking the playful smile in her voice.

“yeah,” you admitted, your voice still thick with the remnants of sleep. “just a little bit.”

rebecca’s hand moved over your side, her fingers gently brushing against your skin. she looked over at carlos, who was still half asleep, his face buried in the pillow.

“hey, sleepyhead,” she murmured, nudging him lightly. “time to make breakfast.”

carlos groaned softly, not quite ready to face the world yet. “mm, five more minutes,” he muttered, his voice muffled against the pillow.

you and rebecca exchanged amused glances, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “if we wait five more minutes, i’ll probably eat you both alive.”

this seemed to do the trick. carlos lifted his head slowly, blinking groggily at you both before a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“fine, fine,” he said with a sigh, finally sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. “but only because i’m feeling generous.”

rebecca laughed, rolling her eyes affectionately. “generous? you mean, because you’re starving too, aren’t you?”

carlos smiled sheepishly, rubbing his eyes. “maybe a little.”

the three of you eventually managed to drag yourselves out of bed and into the kitchen. the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as rebecca started the machine, while you and carlos got to work gathering ingredients for breakfast. carlos was already ruffling through the cabinets, clearly in his element.

“so,” rebecca began, her voice teasing, “what’s on the menu today, chef?”

carlos flashed a grin over his shoulder, his eyes lighting up with that familiar sparkle. “well, i was thinking we could make my famous fluffy pancakes.”

your heart warmed at the thought. carlos’s pancakes were a special thing—light and fluffy, the kind of pancakes that could melt in your mouth and make you feel like you were tasting a bit of heaven. he’d made them countless times before, and every time, they were just as perfect as the last.

“i’m in,” you said, giving him a playful thumbs-up. “your pancakes are legendary.”

“legendary, huh?” carlos laughed, his confidence growing with each word. “i like the sound of that.”

rebecca chuckled, clearly fond of the banter between the two of you. “well, i’ll be the judge of that.”

you couldn’t help but smile as you set the table, grabbing plates and silverware while rebecca set out the fruit and syrup. the kitchen was alive with energy as carlos moved about, carefully measuring the ingredients, his focus sharp and precise. he loved cooking, and you could always tell when he was in his element, his hands moving smoothly through the motions, like he had a rhythm all his own.

“you’re getting really serious about this,” you teased, watching him crack an egg into a bowl with a look of concentration.

“i take pancakes very seriously,” carlos replied with a wink. “they’re not just food, they’re a work of art.”

“art,” you repeated, laughing softly. “well, i can’t wait to see the masterpiece.”

as carlos continued to mix the batter, rebecca moved to your side, handing you a mug of coffee. “thank you,” you said, taking a sip and feeling the warmth spread through you.

“anything for you,” she replied, her eyes soft as she looked at you. “feeling okay?”

you smiled at her concern, the warmth in her gaze making you feel loved and cared for. “yeah, just tired. but nothing a pancake breakfast won’t fix.”

“i’m sure carlos’s pancakes will work wonders,” rebecca said with a playful grin, glancing over at carlos.

“just wait and see,” carlos said confidently, flipping the first pancake with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times.

as the pancakes began to stack up, the kitchen was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and butter, a delicious reminder of how well the three of you fit together. rebecca took charge of preparing the toppings—sliced bananas, strawberries, and a drizzle of maple syrup—while you and carlos made sure the pancakes were perfectly golden.

“this looks incredible,” you said, admiring the stack of fluffy pancakes carlos had just placed on the counter. “i can’t wait to dig in.”

“you won’t have to wait much longer,” carlos said, giving you a playful smile as he slid a pancake onto your plate. “dig in, mi amor.”

rebecca’s laughter rang through the room as she set the last of the toppings on the table. “you two are absolutely ridiculous.”

“we know,” you replied with a grin, grabbing a fork and cutting into the soft, fluffy stack in front of you.

the first bite was everything you’d hoped for—light, airy, and just the right amount of sweetness. it was like the pancake melted in your mouth, each bite a little piece of heaven. you couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.

“told you,” carlos said smugly, his eyes twinkling with pride as he watched you savor the bite. “famous for a reason.”

“i’ll give it to you,” you said with a smile. “these are perfection.”

rebecca, too, took a bite, and you could see her expression soften with the same appreciation. “i have to admit,” she said between bites, “they really are as good as everyone says.”

“i told you,” carlos grinned. “i don’t make just any pancakes.”

the three of you sat around the table, enjoying the meal, laughing, and sharing small moments of warmth. the conversation flowed easily, just like it always did with the two of them. there were jokes about who could eat the most pancakes, rebecca teasing carlos about his “secret recipe,” and you both making sure he knew how much you appreciated his culinary skills.

after breakfast, you found yourselves lingering at the table, chatting, drinking more coffee, and enjoying each other’s company. there was no rush, no place you had to be. the world outside felt distant and irrelevant as you sat there with them, feeling safe and loved.

“i think this might be my new favorite way to spend a morning,” you said softly, leaning back in your chair and looking at both of them.

rebecca smiled at you, reaching over to give your hand a gentle squeeze. “we can do this every morning, if you’d like.”

“i’d like that,” you replied, your heart full.

carlos grinned, his eyes softening with affection. “well, if that’s the case, i’m going to need to perfect my pancake recipe even more.”

“good luck with that,” rebecca teased. “you’ve already set the bar pretty high.”

the three of you laughed together, the sound filling the room and making it feel even more like home. and in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, their presence, and the lingering sweetness of the pancakes, everything felt perfect.