Trash_Goddess_725
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“Well... whip it out, Verstappen. Let’s go,” Charles said, smirking at him.
Max hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his stretchy shorts and pushed them to the floor, taking his boxers with them. He could feel Charles’ eyes burning into his skin like somebody was holding a lighter to his flesh and willed himself not to blush.
This was fine; everything was fine.
He had his cock out on a Wednesday night in Singapore, but everything was fine.
OR: After a hook-up gone wrong, Charles asks Max to critique his blow-job skills. Neither of them expected to fall in love on their knees, but reality can be... hard to swallow. (The friends with benefits to lovers fic that has haunted me for months.)
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02 Oct 2026
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“Charles,” Max said, his tone soft again and breaking Charles of his thoughts. “Please just ask me for whatever you want to ask me. You don’t have to keep explaining yourself.”
Charles laughed again, his cheeks bright red.
“Could I... sit on your cock for a little bit?”
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23 Sep 2026
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Sometimes, Oscar liked to be dominant. He wanted the push and pull of power between him and Max. He enjoyed taking charge of the situation and fighting to be on top, to come last, and to be the big, strong alpha dog.
But sometimes he also liked it like... this.
Where Max called the shots, and made his decisions for him, and touched him where he needed it the most.
He didn’t have to pick one role and stick with it.
He didn’t always have to be daddy.
OR: the surprise return of the lestappen+guest series that I swore I'd never write for again. Max and Charles take care of Sad Oscar™ after a shitty home race.
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- Part 6 of lestappen + guest
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19 Sep 2026
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“Here’s to the winner,” Oscar said, winking at him and holding his glass up.
“The fastest man on track,” Max added, grinning at him.
“The best ass in the place,” Oscar tacked on.
“And with a mouth that could—”
“Okay, okay, okay!” Charles laughed loudly, cutting them off before they got themselves in trouble.
OR: Why limit yourself to one boyfriend when you can have two? (The last installment of the lestappen+guest series and the long-awaited return of lestapstri. Charles wins in Monaco and in life.)
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- Part 5 of lestappen + guest
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18 Sep 2026
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“I-I brought you something,” the guy carries on shyly, one hand rooting around in his pocket. “It should be like this, because you gave me my coat back.”
“Oh,” Charles frowns, taken aback. “It was only polite, you don’t need- holy fuck, is that a ring?”
How much do you really know about belonging and magical creatures? More than Charles, hopefully.
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- Part 34 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
Bookmarked by Trash_Goddess_725
01 Sep 2026