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cheriladycl01 · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 09/10/2024 Carlos Sainz - Spanking and Punishment

Plot: Carlos doesn’t take lightly to how you talk to the ‘boys’ of the paddock

Warnings: Kinktober SMUT, spanking, punishment, kinda mean! Carlos, dirty talk, name calling, etc 18+ Minors DNI

Carlos loved taking you to the races, it was a way to prove that he was taken and taken by someone like you.

You, a hot spicy model that when you walked through the paddock had all the boys drooling and stopping their work. Your face card was lethal and somehow made an appearance on every weekend you attended.

You’d be in the Ferrari garage talking to Alexandra about fashion and upcoming thing you had to do after the race weekend and how you tried to keep your work local to Carlos and on he weekdays so weekends, race weekends were left free for him.

It was very hot in Singapore so you’re outfit whilst still respectful, wasn’t exactly on the modest side, the minute you entered the paddock wolf whistles were heard from every angle. You beamed smiles at the photographers who you passed and shared greetings with people who came up to you as you made your way through the garage.

“Y/N! Hi!” A voice calls after you, you head whipping round too meet the gleam of Lando Norris.

“Hey!” You beam back, pulling him into a hug and kissing either one of his cheeks.

“How have you been we missed you in Baku” he smiles acknowledging how you weren’t in fact at the last race.

“Yeah been good. It was a shame I had a shoot in LA, but I’m here nod think I’ll be good for Texas too! Can’t believe this is the last year I’ll be in the Ferrari paddock though, Red’s literally my colour” you complain to Lando.

“Mmmmm yeah? I think you’d look pretty good in Papaya … you know if you ever wanted to come over to us” he flirts and you shake your head, he was always like this with you ever since you first joined Carlos in the McLaren paddock. It started as a way just to rile Carlos up before media duties and races and then it was just fun seeing your reaction.

“Oh yeah? Need me an LN4 cap?” He tease and his cheeks redden slightly not expecting you to retaliate so quickly.

“Yes, for sure” he grins but a cough and arm circling round your waist interrupts.

“Lando… please leave my girlfriend alone” Carlos grins but you can sense the jealousy whereas Lando laughs it off, not thinking he was being serious. You’re about to leave to get to the hospitality suite when Carlos arms tightens around you and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“You’re getting it when we finish up here” he grits out before releasing you, placing a soft kiss on ou forehead and sending you off with a light tap on your bum while he continues to talk to Lando.

You walk around then Ferrari garage before you find yourself talking to a group of mechanics, Carlos no where to be seen but all their stories were so interesting you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to find more about your boyfriends team.

“What’s this?” Carlos asks interrupting one of the mechanics stories about his trip to Venezuela and where he’d just hopped on a random bus and ended up in the middle of nowhere.

“I’m in the middle of a story about, Mattheo’s trip to Venezuela” you smile, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you sip on the drink one of the group had fetched for you.

After an exhaustingly long day, you went back to the hotel with Carlos. You could tell he was a little antsy from the day, when you tried to take a hold his his hand he scrunched it away to focus on the road making you sigh out.

Once in the hotel room Carlos is immediately pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“You’ve been a bad girl, talking to all those … boys when you have a real man right here” he grunts out looking over at you. He was pretty upset with just how much talking you’d done today. And to him, your bright smile and sparkly eyes was you flirting but little did he no that was just your natural aura and charm working.

That’s actually how you got HIM hooked in the first place.

“I haven’t i only have eyes for you I promise” you smile softly at him, but your bent over his legs ass up in the air. He hitches the satin dress you wore for r to see in the paddock today, to reveal your lacy red thing just to him.

“My pretty pretty baby you know what’s about to happen right? You need to be punished for today!” He says in a calm voice making you moan the more pressure he put on your back to press into him.

“Yes Carlos” you breath out.

“You’re going to count every single one until I’m done okay. And if you don’t say the number well start again okay?” He explains and you nod, very used to this with Carlos. It’s something you’d both established pretty early on in the relationship as something you both get enjoyment out of.

His hand comes down for the first slap, the sound echoing around the room as your feel the sting and jiggle of your behind.

“1” you breath out for the first time. It was a lighter one, but that’s how Carlos stated, he always built himself up.

His hand come down again, harder this time but still just enough so it was a pleasurable sting that had you moaning into the open air before you could say the next number.

“2” you moan as his hand lightly rubs over the swelling red mark on your bum.

You get through all the way to number 8 when he’d started to get a little tougher, not always rubbing away the pain after and it coming more consecutively.

His hand does a little love tap next that has you not say anything as you didn’t think it counts making him sigh.

“Start from the beginning baby” he sighs in what only sounds like disappointment.

And so you did, starting from one again and it was torture. This time you’d managed to get through to 15. Tears were streaming down your eyes in a good way, a frustrating mix of pain and pleasure that wasn’t quiet enough to send you over the edge but still felt good.

He pulled you up to straddle him where he easily slipped himself out of his jogging bottoms. He pulls your thing to the side of your ass holding it there as he slips himself in with a sigh. You always felt so good wrapped around him.

“You can’t cum until I say okay?” He adds and you nod, you help him by bouncing up and down, your hands finding the bottom of his t-shirt to pull up and over his head. The Ferrari team shirt it chucked to the floor while your hands roam his now bare back your nails lightly scratching along his shoulder blades as you try keep yourself as physically close to him as possible.

He keeps you on the edge, slowing his own thrusts down and holding your hips drilling you against him to prolong your feelings. He releases inside, the feeling of warmth filling up and your so close yourself until Carlos stops and pulls straight out of you.

“You don’t get to, not tonight … not after today” he smirks as he looks at your list blown eyes and tears filling them at the realisation he’s just denied you your orgasm. You groan in frustration as you climb off him and jump into the bed face down.

“Come on amor, it’s not that bad” he says kissing the top of your head before walking into the bathroom to clean himself up.

“Hopefully this has taught you a valuable lesson Cariño no?” He laughs seeing your annoyed expression at him.

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lewisvinga · 9 months ago

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pretty when you cry | pierre gasly x fem! reader

summary; y/n will always wait for pierre, no matter how many times he leaves her crying, she will always wait.

warnings; toxic! pierre, cheating, cursing

word count; 640

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

notes; this song reminds me sm of priscilla but lowk not proof read lollll

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

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“Mon amour, I’ll be back in 3 weeks. I promise.”

“3 weeks too long.” Y/n voice cracked, her eyes glued onto the large suitcase Pierre had in his hand. The triple header was coming up and she wasn’t ready for him to leave yet.

He had only been in Monaco for a few days. There were 2 races 2 weeks in a row, and the week off he had in between races was spent in France for some work within the factory.

He was gone for over a month and Y/n had only been with him for 2 days before he had to rush off to Texas to start the triple header. But due to a recent shortage of workers in the hospital, she couldn’t have taken any days off.

It didn’t help the fact she was on her period and more emotional either.

Pierre lets go of his suitcase and walks over to her. He gently cups her cheeks, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “At night, when you stare at the stars, just know I’m staring at the same stars and thinking of you. All the pretty stars shine just for you, my love.”

He leans down to kiss the top of her head, “You’re my girl. You’re the girl that I dream of and that I’ll always dream of. I’ll be back in 3 weeks. Don’t you worry. Just gotta be patient and wait.” He whispers against her hair.

Y/n sniffled as she nodded. “I’ll wait for you, babe.”

“As much as I think you look pretty even when you cry,” Pierre sighed and wiped away more of her tears, “I don’t like to see you hurt. I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

Y/n takes a deep breath and nods again. “I’ll wait for you, babe.” He smiled down at her, leaving a kiss on her lips. He gently caressed her cheek, making her feel like she was his whole world in just that moment.

Maybe the 3 weeks will pass by quickly. Maybe it’ll be alright.

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“You’re fucking unbelievable, Pierre Gasly!” Y/n exclaimed the moment he walked through the front door of their shared home. His smile immediately faltered in confusion at her sudden harsh tone.

“What-“

“You’re a bitch.” She scoffed as she held up her phone, revealing a picture of him making out with a girl in some club in Brazil after the Brazilian Grand Prix.

He had to cover up the smirk that was threatening to appear on his lips with widened eyes and an open mouth. “Y/n, look-“

“What? Let you explain?” Y/n quickly interrupted him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Fuck, Pierre, again? What is it this time? Were you too drunk? You thought she was me? Tell me your excuse this time!”

“Amour, it was a stupid fucking mistake, please.” Pierre pleaded, slightly hating how he liked the way her round eyes filled with tears sparkled. “And I was black-out drunk. I had no idea what was going on!”

That was a lie but she didn’t need to know that.

“Pierre, no. I can’t do this.”

“Amour, please, I need you. I can’t live without you. You’re the one for me. Please, don’t leave me.”

She takes a deep shaky breath, looking at everywhere but his eyes. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she finally let the tears go. Usually, whenever her exes screwed up, she was always able to leave them no matter how much they begged.

Her friends would tell her that she was always stronger than all of her men. However, Y/n couldn’t be stronger than Pierre. No matter how many times he’d leave her in tears from going away to races and making out with a model, she couldn’t leave him.

“Y/n, say something. Anything! I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me again.”

“Pierre, I can’t.” She let out a sob, her hands finding its way to cover her eyes.

Pierre immediately took Y/n into his arms, holding her close to his chest. She tried to fight back and pull away but the comforting scent of his cologne, the softness of his shirt, and his arms keeping her closed caused her to give up.

He pressed a kiss against her hair and mumbled, “I’m sorry. Forgive me, please. I need you.”

She glanced up at him. Her eyes filled with tears as mascara ran down her cheeks. The French driver let out a sigh, admiring how pretty she looked when she cried. He knew cheating just to purposely see her cry was something cruel.

Charles and Yuki always tell him that. He knew he was in the wrong but somehow he loved these types of moments. He loved how she’d suddenly act way more clingy after. He loved how she’d do anything for him. He hated that he loved it but he couldn’t help it.

“Y/n?”

“You suck.” She mumbled, pressing her cheek against her chest. “Swear to God, Pierre, you’re going to need to do a lot of shit to make up for this.”

“I promise, I will.” Pierre’s lips curled into a smile as he cupped her rosy cheeks. His thumb wiped away the streaks of mascara, “Have I ever told you that you look pretty when you cry? You’re always so pretty, no matter what you do, mon amour.”

Y/n let out a chuckle as she nodded. Deep down she knew what he was doing and she knew it’d happen again but she just couldn’t get enough of him. She smiled at him and before leaning up to kiss him, she replied, “You always do.”

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fruitbasketball · 9 months ago

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for those asking: no i am not okay that the fucking university of fucking oklahoma is big 12 regular season champs and that they beat us by 1 point but they played a good game and i think we can learn and grow from it and hopefully in the fu-

yeah nah ou fuckin sucks horns up

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yourmomsawh0r3 · 2 months ago

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neighbor

pairing: joel miller no apocalypse x f! reader

Y/N moved into her new house with a sense of optimism that matched the clear skies of Austin. It was a charming little place, painted a soft shade of blue, with a porch that begged for morning coffee and warm Texas evenings. But the best part? It had plenty of space for her loyal golden retriever, Willie, to run around and explore.

Willie was the kind of dog who made friends wherever he went his sunny disposition and constant wagging tail were impossible to resist. But there was one person Willie hadn’t quite won over yet: the broody, handsome neighbor next door, Joel Miller.

Joel had lived in the neighborhood for years, and he kept to himself. He had the rugged look of someone who had seen a lot and preferred silence to conversation, with dark, graying hair and a beard that matched his serious demeanor. He was the type of guy who mowed his lawn in perfect lines and always made sure to put the trash out on time. Y/N found him intriguing, even if he barely acknowledged her when they crossed paths.

The first time she tried to introduce herself, Joel had been unloading wood from the back of his truck. “Hey, I’m Y/N! Just moved in next door,” she had called out cheerfully, giving him a friendly wave.

Joel had glanced up briefly, nodding with a gruff, “Joel,” before going back to his task.

Not exactly the warmest welcome, but Y/N wasn’t deterred. Willie, on the other hand, took it as a personal mission to crack Joel’s tough exterior. Every time they went outside, Willie would bound over to Joel’s yard, dropping his favorite tennis ball at the man’s feet. And every time, Joel would just stare at the ball for a moment before tossing it back, usually with a muttered, “Go on, get.”

But despite his outward gruffness, Y/N started noticing little things that made her heart flutter. Like how Joel would check his mail right as she was coming home from work, his timing a little too perfect to be a coincidence. Or how he’d linger a bit longer than necessary when their paths crossed, his eyes softening when she’d laugh at one of Willie’s antics.

One particularly sunny afternoon, Willie decided to take matters into his own paws. Y/N was in the backyard, trying to set up a stubborn hammock between two trees, when Willie suddenly bolted through the open gate, headed straight for Joel’s yard. She called after him, but Willie had one thing on his mind: Joel.

She hurried after him, breathless and a little embarrassed, only to find Joel kneeling down, scratching behind Willie’s ears with a rare, almost reluctant smile on his face. “Willie, you can’t just invade people’s yards,” Y/N scolded gently, though she couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Joel glanced up, caught in the act of being affectionate. “He’s persistent, I’ll give him that,” he said, and for the first time, there was a hint of warmth in his voice. “Doesn’t seem to care that I’m not much of a dog person.”

Y/N chuckled, bending down to ruffle Willie’s fur. “Yeah, he doesn’t take no for an answer. Kind of like me.”

Joel’s lips twitched, almost like he was holding back a smile. “That so?”

She grinned up at him, a challenge in her eyes. “Yep. So you might as well give in. We’re not going anywhere.”

After that, something shifted between them. Joel started offering a curt wave when he saw her, and sometimes she’d catch him watching her and Willie play fetch in the yard, a soft, almost wistful expression on his face. And on one crisp fall morning, when Y/N found herself struggling to lift a heavy box out of her car, Joel appeared out of nowhere, offering his help with a gruff, “Here, let me.”

Their friendship grew in small, tentative steps. Joel would stop by when Y/N was tending her garden, giving her advice on how to keep the pesky squirrels away. Y/N would bring over a batch of cookies or fresh lemonade, claiming she had made too much. They’d end up sitting on her porch, talking about everything and nothing, while Willie sprawled out at their feet.

One evening, after a particularly long workday, Y/N found herself caught in a sudden rainstorm. She made a mad dash for her porch, but by the time she reached it, she was soaked through. Willie was right behind her, his fur damp and fluffy. Joel, who had been sitting on his own porch reading a book, looked up at the commotion and shook his head with an amused sigh.

“Hang on,” he called out, disappearing inside his house for a moment before returning with a large, dry towel. He crossed the yard and handed it to her, their fingers brushing for a split second. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her despite the chilly rain.

“Thanks, Joel,” she said softly, wrapping the towel around herself.

He shrugged, trying to seem casual, but there was a softness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. “Can’t have you catching a cold, now can we?”

A few weeks later, as winter approached, Y/N found herself struggling with a string of Christmas lights, trying to hang them around her porch. Willie sat by, wagging his tail, as she wrestled with the tangled mess. She was just about ready to give up when Joel’s voice came from behind her.

“You’re doing that all wrong.”

Y/N turned, hands on her hips, to find him standing there with a smirk. “Oh yeah? You think you can do better?”

Joel just rolled his eyes and took the lights from her, starting to string them up with practiced ease. Y/N watched him work, a fond smile tugging at her lips. She realized then that her feelings for Joel had shifted, deepened. He wasn’t just her grumpy neighbor anymore he was the guy who fixed her mailbox when it wobbled, who always kept a watchful eye out when she took Willie for late-night walks, and who seemed to soften just a little more every time he saw her smile.

When he finished hanging the lights, he stepped back, hands on his hips as he surveyed his work. “Not bad, right?”

Y/N beamed up at him, feeling a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the holiday lights. “Perfect, Joel. Just perfect.”

That night, as they sat on her porch, sipping hot cocoa and watching the lights twinkle, Willie curled up between them, Joel finally let his guard down just a little more. He looked at Y/N with a tenderness that made her breath hitch. “You know, you make this place feel a lot less lonely,” he admitted quietly, glancing down at his mug as if the words had slipped out before he could catch them.

Y/N’s heart swelled at his confession, and she reached out, placing her hand over his. “I’m glad, Joel. Because you make me feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

They sat there together, close enough that their shoulders brushed, surrounded by the glow of the Christmas lights and the quiet comfort of each other’s company. And as Joel looked over at her, Y/N could see the beginnings of a smile real and warm curving at the edges of his lips. It was in that moment that she knew she had found something special, something worth holding onto.

From then on, Joel didn’t just tolerate Willie,he became the dog’s second favorite person, sneaking him treats and playing fetch when he thought Y/N wasn’t looking. And Y/N? She found herself falling for the man who had been next door all along, with his quiet smiles and his hidden softness. And slowly, but surely, Joel Miller realized that maybe, just maybe, he deserved a little bit of happiness too. As the days grew colder and the holiday season crept closer, Y/N found herself looking forward to those quiet moments with Joel more than anything else. They had settled into a routine Joel would come over to help with a stubborn string of lights, or Y/N would bring him freshly baked cookies. And somehow, it always ended with the two of them sitting together on her porch, Willie happily snoring between them. But as much as Y/N cherished these moments, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was bubbling beneath the surface between them.

One evening, with snowflakes beginning to dust the ground and the air crisp with winter’s chill, Y/N invited Joel over for dinner. She had spent all afternoon cooking nothing too fancy, just a hearty stew and some warm bread, but she wanted to do something special for him. When he arrived, he had a bottle of red wine in his hand and a shy smile on his face.

The dinner went by in easy conversation, laughter, and stolen glances across the table. Afterward, they moved to the porch as usual, wrapped in blankets and sipping the last of the wine. The Christmas lights twinkled around them, casting a warm glow over the scene.

Y/N leaned back against the porch railing, feeling the heat of Joel’s presence beside her. She stole a glance at him, noticing the way his gaze seemed to linger on her tonight, softer than she’d ever seen it. Her heart pounded in her chest, the unspoken feelings between them hanging in the cool night air.

After a moment of silence, Joel finally spoke, his voice rough but sincere. “Y’know, I never thought I’d say this, but… you’ve made this place feel like home again. For a long time, I didn’t think I deserved that.”

Y/N’s breath caught, and she turned to face him fully, her eyes searching his face. “Joel…”

He looked down, fidgeting with the hem of the blanket draped over his lap, as if gathering the courage to continue. “I’ve been alone for so long, Y/N. I thought that was just how things were supposed to be for me. But then you showed up, with your stubborn dog and that smile that’s impossible to ignore, and… damn it, I’m not good with words.”

He huffed a small laugh, but when he finally met her gaze, his expression was unguarded, completely earnest. “What I’m trying to say is… I think I’m falling in love with you. And it scares the hell out of me, but I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, she could only stare at him, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion that welled up inside her. Joel’s shoulders tensed, as if bracing himself for her response, and she realized with a jolt that he was afraid. Afraid she might not feel the same way.

Without thinking, she closed the distance between them, cupping his face in her hands. “Joel, I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” she whispered, a smile breaking across her face. “Because I’ve been falling for you too. For a long time now.”

Joel let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and in the next moment, he pulled her closer, his hands gentle on her waist. They stood there, so close they could feel each other’s warmth in the chilly air, their breaths mingling as the snowfall continued around them. And then, slowly, as if savoring the moment, Joel leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and sweet, a gentle meeting of two souls who had finally found their way to each other. Y/N melted into the warmth of him, her arms sliding around his neck as he held her like she was something precious. It was as if all the unspoken feelings, the quiet moments, and the lingering glances had finally found their voice.

When they finally pulled back, just enough to look at each other, Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up inside her, giddy with happiness. Joel gave her a rare, lopsided smile, the kind that made her heart skip a beat, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“About time, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes shone with a warmth that made her feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Yeah,” she agreed, resting her hand over his, where it was still settled at her waist. “Definitely about time.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other and the quiet magic of the night, with Willie at their feet, as if even he understood that something special had just happened. And as the snow continued to fall, blanketing the world in quiet, it felt like the beginning of something beautiful, a new chapter for two hearts that had finally found their way home.

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