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Can you do a longer brat tamer fic between YN and Charles Leclerc?

Tears Look Good On Her | C.L16

Summary: You love it when Charles reminds you who you actually belong to. You're all his, yet you just want to push his buttons. You want him to show you, you belong to him.

Warnings:NSFW, 18+, Degradation, Brief Mention Of Dacryphilia, Slut Shaming, Spit Kink, Choking, Face Slapping, Spanking, Dumbification, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Denial

"Can you at least behave for once?" your boyfriend, Charles asked. His jaw clenches firmly when he sees you wear a sheer black dress that looks pretty slutty on you. It showed all the curves on your body perfectly. The dress wasn't really covering anything. If you wore it just for him, he would have been completely aroused by that. But, you didn't wear it 'just for him'. You wore it for the house party you and Charles threw.

You know that he hates it when you wear clothes like this in front of other people. He wants his girl all by himself. All by himself. No one deserves to look at his girl. Everyone should fucking know that, you're all his. You are all fucking his. You fix your hair the last time, getting all set for tonight and look at his reflection on the bathroom mirror, "What do you mean, baby?" you ask him, acting all innocent, as if you don't know what you're doing to him. Charles walks closer to you and wraps his hand around your neck, leaving a little space for you to breathe. You smirk softly, feeling his grip get stronger and his jaw clench more,

"You think you can just act like a dumb slut? You think I don't know that you're doing this on purpose? Obviously you wore this to show everyone at the party your slutty body. But, I think they know very well who owns this pretty little slut. So, just stop playing or else you know what happens, sweetheart." he stated coldly.

His words made you already weak for him, but you can't stop already. You need to push his buttons more. This is just the beginning.

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A/N: The longer version of brat tamer fic is available on my Patreon. Join my Patreon, I'll be actively posting there. At least 5-6 fics monthly. And, thank you @idkwhatimdoinghere1655 for helping me out although you had a tiring fucking day. Anyway, requests are still open. I love you.

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chasingseb · 3 days

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#sebastian #sv5 #vettel #sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #ferrari

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nayziiz · 2 days

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Bad Liar | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (her/she)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

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Charles was the epitome of the romantic suitor, yet his approach was suffocating for her. Every gesture he made seemed to demand an audience, amplifying her discomfort with the spotlight. Take, for instance, the time he sent an extravagant bouquet of flowers to her office. While most would find such a display endearing, for her, it felt like an invasion of her privacy. The stares, the whispers, the constant attention—it was overwhelming. Charles seemed oblivious to her unease, his intentions pure but his execution misguided. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the sentiment behind his gestures; rather, she craved intimacy without an audience, a connection that was genuine and private.

Despite her discomfort with the public nature of Charles's gestures, she couldn't deny the depth of his affection. His over-the-top displays were a testament to his adoration for her, and she recognized the sincerity behind each grand gesture. In those moments, she felt truly cherished, knowing that he was always thinking of her, even when they were apart. Despite their differences in how they expressed love, she cherished the fact that he made an effort to show his affection in his own extravagant way. It was a reminder of the deep connection they shared, even if it sometimes felt overwhelming. In his gestures, she found reassurance of his love and a reminder of how much she meant to him.

With their third anniversary looming, Charles found himself in uncharted territory. Typically the mastermind behind elaborate surprises, he now faced a blank canvas, unsure of how to make this milestone special for her. However, fate seemed to intervene in their favour as their anniversary coincided with the Monaco Grand Prix, offering a unique opportunity for celebration at home.

As their anniversary drew closer, she couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation, mingled with a hint of anxiety. Determined to uncover any hint of Charles's plans, she embarked on a covert mission throughout their apartment, scouring every nook and cranny for clues. Cupboards were meticulously searched, drawers were rifled through, and even his phone screen became a source of scrutiny, hoping to catch a glimpse of any secretive messages or plans.

Her quest for information didn't stop there. She reached out to their friends, subtly probing for any hints or insights into Charles's intentions for their anniversary. However, despite her efforts, she came up empty-handed. It seemed that Charles had managed to keep his plans under wraps, much to her frustration and curiosity.

With each passing day, her anticipation grew, fueled by the mystery surrounding their impending celebration. Despite her longing for a glimpse into Charles's plans, a part of her also relished the element of surprise, knowing that whatever he had in store would be worth the wait.

“Cha,” she called him from the bedroom.

“Yes, my love?” he responded, his voice filled with warmth as he walked into the room, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You know it's our anniversary this week,” she began, her tone tinged with a hint of anticipation.

“I do,” he nodded, his eyes meeting hers with affection. “Did you want to do something, maybe go for dinner somewhere nice?”

“So, you haven't planned anything?” she asked, a hint of disappointment creeping into her voice.

“I thought you hated the spectacle?” he teased gently, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.

“You really didn't plan anything?” she pressed, unable to hide her curiosity.

“Not this year, baby,” he informed her with an apologetic smile, reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face. “But, we can still go for dinner.”

“Dinner is fine,” she agreed with a nod, her disappointment masked by a forced smile. Though she appreciated his willingness to adapt to her preferences, a part of her couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for the grand gestures of their past anniversaries.

Charles had indeed planned something special for their anniversary. In a thoughtful gesture that balanced their shared love for romance with her desire for privacy, he had booked out their favourite restaurant for the night.

“I booked us a table at our favourite spot,” he announced, his voice laced with anticipation. “Our usual table.”

As they prepared to head out for their evening meal, she couldn't shake the feeling of slight disappointment lingering in the air. Yet, she resolved to make the most of their time together, knowing that the love they shared transcended any extravagant displays or elaborate plans. And as they stepped out into the night, hand in hand, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple joys of being with him, even if this anniversary didn't unfold as she had imagined.

“It's so weird how quiet they are tonight,” she observed, a furrow forming on her brow as they parked outside their favourite restaurant.

“It is pretty quiet,” Charles agreed, his tone reflecting her sense of curiosity.

“What if they have a private function?” she quickly asked, her mind racing to find an explanation for the unusual calmness.

“They still gave me a reservation,” Charles shrugged, his brows knitting together in mild confusion.

As Charles swung open the door and she stepped inside, she was instantly taken aback by what greeted her. The familiar sight of their favourite restaurant had been transformed before her eyes. Gone were the usual tables and chairs, replaced instead by an expanse of open space, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the scene before her. All except one table had been removed, leaving only the same table they had reserved for their very first date. It sat at the centre of the room like a beacon, beckoning her forward with its familiar charm.

But it wasn't just the table that caught her eye. Rose petals, delicate and fragrant, were scattered across the floor in a meandering path that led her towards their special spot. Each petal seemed to whisper secrets of love and devotion as she followed their trail, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she stared at the table, her eyes filled with tears of joy and wonder. Memories of their first date flooded her mind, mingling with the overwhelming emotion of this unexpected surprise. She turned to Charles, her lips parting in astonishment as she struggled to find the words to express her gratitude.

“I knew you planned something,” she mumbled, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as he took her hand and led her towards the table.

“Of course, I did,” he chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection as he pulled out her chair. “I just didn't want to share this special day with anyone else.”

“You're such a romantic, Cha,” she gushed, her heart swelling with love as she gazed into his eyes.

“Only for you, my love,” he replied, his smile tender as he leaned in to kiss the back of her hand.

In that moment, surrounded by the enchanting ambiance of their private haven, they shared a quiet exchange of love and devotion, reaffirming the strength of their bond and the depth of their affection for each other.

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ladymarvel27 · 11 hours

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They look like two lovers ran away and Charles has lifted Carlos from his waist and they are about to kiss!!

KISS! KISS! KISS!

#charlos #charles leclerc #sharl leclerc #sharl leclair #carlos sainz jr #carlos science #memes #f1 #carlos sainz #scuderia ferrari #carlos sainz vázquez de castro #formula 1 #f1 memes #charles leclerc x carlos sainz #f1 2024 #miami gp 2024 #ferrari racing #ferrari f1

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xnda · 2 days

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lockscreen f1 cars + 🌸

#cars in order from top left to bottom right: mercedes mclaren williams ferrari (16) mercedes (44) alpine #f1 #formula one #f1edits #mercedes amg f1 #aston martin #alpine f1 #mclaren f1 #ferrari f1 #f1 lockscreens #formula 1 lockscreens #cl16 #lh44 #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #*#**#*by44

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thatnimrodmusician · 1 day

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HELP ME when max was asked about ferrari's Miami livery he just said "i mean… i don’t prefer having them on my mirrors"

he either hates the livery (me too) or just doesn't want a Ferrari behind him

#cl16 #formula 1 #f1 #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #max verstappen #mv1

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radio-check05 · 1 day

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Ferrari’s ‘blue’ livery for the Miami gp. Reminds me of the alpine pink livery tbh. What are your opinions on it?

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#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #ferrari f1 #miami gp 2024 #scuderia ferrari #motorsports #alpine f1 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #livery

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visualvocabulary33 · 1 day

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f1zoom-froom · 1 day

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Ferrari is no longer satisfied with making themselves look like fools and have now branched out to ME. "Shades of blue" MY ASS.

WHAT IS THAT??? Not fucking blue!!! There may be blue *on* the car, but that car is still red! Whoever made the version of the car that was entirely blue is my new favourite, and whoever designed this LIE of a livery is now my mortal enemy. I will be learning Italian in order to argue with them throughly.

"Shades of blue" I've seen more blue in a black and white movie.

#just to be clear im being overdramatic #but i so had my hopes up lol #the car would look good in blue! why would they do whatever tf that is?#clown car #smh #downloading duolingo and starting italian right now #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #ferrari f1 #miami gp 2024

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teagan-mary-anne · 2 days

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Goodness gracious I don’t like it, but it could also be so much worse

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #ferrari formula 1 #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #miami grand prix #miami gp 2024 #miami #f1 livery

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norrisleclercf1 · 5 days

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Ferrari will do blue, yellow, and red, but not black? Cowards

#they're scared of the power it'll hold #charles leclerc #cl16 #edit #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #formula one #ferrari f1 #f1 ferrari

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chasingseb · 3 days

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#sebastian #sv5 #vettel #sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #ferrari #mark webber

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nayziiz · 2 days

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Speed | CS55

Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

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Chapter 7

Carlos stirred from his slumber as the soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, his senses gradually awakening to the warmth of the morning light. With a contented sigh, he stretched his limbs and blinked away the remnants of sleep, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over him.

Glancing beside him, he saw Lola still lost in the gentle embrace of sleep, her breathing slow and steady as she lay curled up beneath the covers. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her, feeling a surge of affection and tenderness swell within him.

With a lazy grin, he reached for the chinos he had discarded the night before. Carlos slipped quietly out of the room, careful not to disturb Lola's peaceful slumber. Padding softly down the stairs, he made his way to the kitchen, the cool tiles cool against the soles of his feet as he moved.

With a sense of purpose, Carlos set about gathering the ingredients for breakfast, his movements fluid and efficient as he retrieved flour, eggs, milk, and a myriad of other ingredients from the pantry and fridge. As he worked, the familiar rituals of cooking brought him a sense of calm and tranquillity, the rhythmic stirring of the batter and the sizzle of the griddle filling the air with a comforting melody.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the tantalising aroma of freshly cooked pancakes, the scent wafting through the air and mingling with the soft morning light.

As Lola awoke to the gentle light filtering through the curtains, she couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that washed over her as she realised that Carlos was no longer beside her in bed. Panic surged through her veins as she frantically scanned the room, half-expecting to find it deserted, his presence nothing more than a fleeting dream.

But then she noticed it—his button-up shirt discarded on the floor, a silent testament to his presence in the room. Relief flooded through her as she realised that he hadn't left in the middle of the night as she had feared. He was still here, somewhere in the house, and the scent of pancakes drifting into the room was proof of that.

With a sense of curiosity mingled with trepidation, Lola rose from the bed, pulled on an oversized shirt, and made her way downstairs, the familiar creak of the floorboards beneath her feet echoing through the silent house. As she entered the kitchen, she found Carlos standing by the stove, a look of concentration on his face as he flipped a pancake with expert precision.

For a moment, Lola hesitated in the doorway, unsure of what to say or do. But then Carlos turned to her, a warm smile lighting up his features as he greeted her with a soft, “Good morning.”

As she took in the sight of him standing there, shirtless and a light dusting of flour on his cheeks, all traces of her earlier fears melted away. In that moment, she realised that Carlos was different—that he wasn't like the others who had come before him. He was here, making breakfast for her, not because he wanted something from her, but simply because he wanted to stay..

“What're you doing?” She asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

“Making pancakes.” Carlos replied casually, flashing her a charming smile as he deftly flipped another pancake on the griddle.

“Pancakes?” Lola repeated, still struggling to wrap her head around the situation.

“Yeah, I love pancakes for breakfast and you had everything I needed. I hope that's fine.” Carlos explained, his voice warm and inviting.

Lola hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected gesture of kindness. But then she nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Yeah, carry on.” She told him.

As she watched Carlos continue to cook, a sense of warmth filled her chest. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something real for a change.

When Carlos finished cooking, he carefully plated the pancakes, arranging them with precision on the dining table. He couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between Lola's plate and his own. While Lola buried her pancakes in syrup, creating a sugary oasis on her plate, Carlos opted for a simpler approach, adding just a pat of butter to his stack.

With a smile, Carlos joined Lola at the table, his gaze lingering on her as she practically dove into her pancakes, devouring them with gusto. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at her enthusiasm, admiring the way she seemed to relish every bite.

For a moment, they ate in comfortable silence, the only sound filling the room the soft clinking of cutlery against plates. But as they continued to eat, Carlos couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that spread through him, a sense of contentment settling over him like a cosy blanket.

And as he glanced across the table at Lola, her cheeks flushed with the joy of indulging in her favourite breakfast, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her.

“These taste just like my Mom’s pancakes.” She informed him.

Carlos's smile widened at Lola's words, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at her compliment. He had hoped that his pancakes would bring her some measure of comfort, and hearing that they reminded her of her mother's cooking filled him with a warm sense of pride.

“I'm glad you like them,” he replied, his voice soft and genuine.

As Lola shifted in her chair, leaning back to take a deep breath, Carlos couldn't help but chuckle at her contented expression. She looked positively radiant, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of indulging in a hearty breakfast.

“You seem full to the brim.” He observed, his tone playful as he gestured to her slightly bloated form. Lola let out a soft laugh, nodding in agreement.

“I think I may have overdone it a bit.” She admitted, her hand coming to rest on her stomach as if to emphasise her point.

As Lola continued to shift in her chair, the oversized shirt rode up her thighs, revealing glimpses of lacy underwear peeking out from beneath. Carlos couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin with unabashed admiration.

“It's a pity,” he sighed, his voice laced with longing. Lola looked up, confusion flickering in her eyes.

“What's that?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“It's such a pity you're so full.” Carlos replied, his tone tinged with regret.

“Why's that?” Lola inquired, her curiosity piqued by his cryptic remark.

Their eyes met, and Lola followed Carlos's gaze down to her thighs, where her lacy underwear was now on full display. A blush spread across her cheeks as the realisation dawned on her, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

“Oh.” She murmured, her voice laced with amusement. “Well, it seems I'm getting a bit more than some really good pancakes this morning.”

Carlos grinned at her playful response, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment.

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Taglist: @itsjustkhaos @notyouraveragemochii @heyheyheyggg

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skyleclerc · 20 days

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like father like sons

#charles leclerc #leo leclerc #ollie bearman #formula 1 #ferrari #ferrari f1 #puppy

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dzala-va · 2 months

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the Bull and the Horse

Max and Charles in medieval-fantasy AU with F1 drivers!

#formula 1 #f1 art #f1 fanart #f1 rpf #Ferrari #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #red bull racing #red bull f1 #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen

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thatnimrodmusician · 2 days

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i’ve been cracking up over this photo of leo alex and charles for the last 10 minutes bc leo is a menace just like charles and will probably bite someone’s ankle (just like charles)

#charles leclerc #cl16 #formula 1 #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #alexandra saint mleux

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