Hi! My name is Charles (He/Him) and I am very much Gay
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My favourite drivers are:
Charles
Max
Oscar
(Charles being my number 1 favourite.)
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I am still a relatively new fan considering I started following the sport last year since July of 2025. The reason I got interested was because I got into a deep rabbit hole when I saw a lestappen edit in my fyp in tiktok
I am an avid Fanfic enjoyer, and an Ao3 worshipper (may you never shut down 🙏)
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My favourite ship is Lestappen, and the ships I will always be burning on a pyre will be R**stappen, N*rstappen, and Charlos. The rest of the ships I'm neutral, and okay about.
No hate to Charlos, I just see them more as brothers. Very high hate to R**stappen and N*rstappen. I will never understand how you people ship them, I feel like throwing up whenever I see them together.
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I will be starting to write fanfics or drabs whenever I feel like it or if I have the time.
So please do send me asks if you ever have an Idea you want to tell me about :D
To give me suggestions on what to write, please give me specific tags on what you want, and also to add a short summary.
If I gain inspiration and have the time, I will write the fic.
I am open to whatever ships you decide, except for the previous ships that I stated I hate.
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Ps. If you ever do not like my stuff, just block me. I have no need for people coming into my comments or inbox telling me shit I could really care less about 🥀
We do not bleed the same color, but we both scream the same pleasure
Android model, MV33. A custom made android gifted to Charles Leclerc by Elijah Kamski himself when he won his first championship. It's a bodyguard type android, designed to keep the driver safe from parasocial fans, stalkers, muggers, etc. twenty-four/seven. He was grateful, ofcourse. Androids, though becoming more, and more seen throughout the world, are still expensive. espescialy because the one Charles got is a unique model specifically just him.
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Hi guys, it's been a bit since my last post, so sorry about that 😅
I've been getting into new fandoms recently so those have been taking up my time. I've gotten a new book to read! So that's fun.
Anyways, the new fic is going to be inspired by a game called "Detroit: Become Human" I'm not sure when this is going to be finished, probably next week.
Anyways love you guys! And ofcourse, CONGRATULATIONS CHARLES! BEING ON THE TOP STEP SUITS YOU!
I need some help here. So in my last poll you guys chose which prompt I was going to write, and 'Verstappen-Leclerc family Chatfic' won.
The problem is I'm not sure how to really do this one. Like, should I make it a multi-chapter fic, or a one-shot, sooo I'm making you guys choose for me :D
(The link is in the name if you want to read it on Ao3 btw :D)
Oscar isn't really sure how he got here. He's in a bed, not his, ofcourse, otherwise he wouldn't be in this predicament, maybe. He's not actually sure if anything would have changed if it happened in his house instead of his teammate's.
What exactly is the situation he has got himself in? Well, currently, he has his face in the pillows, his ass is in the air, and his teammate, lando, is currently pounding into him, to point where Oscar is sure that walking tororrow would be like world hunger ending in the span of a few minutes. Or in other words, it's not happening.
There are definitely worse situations he could be in right now, but he isn't worrying about that. Now you might be wondering how he ended up here, well it was just a few minutes ago, or was it hours? He's not sure. Time is pretty irrelavent when your teammate is trying to make you only think of him and his cock.
Anyways, what was he saying again?
(2 hours ago)
It's just a get in and out situation. You've got this. Just say what you need and leave. Oscar thinks to himself. He stands on one side of the door leading to Lando's house. He's been planning this for a while, and he's finally racked up enough courage to put it in motion.
You see, Lando and him have a very 'special' kind of relationship. At first, it was for stress relief, the sport they both work in isn't exactly friendly and they both needed to let off some steam. That ofcourse changed over the following years and both of them have developed a type of... obsession, with eachother.
They never seeked out any dates with anyone anymore, and feel jealousy course through their bones whenever another driver or celebrity comes into a certain radius near the other. So, not exactly a relationship, but not exactly a normal friends-with-benefits situation either.
But here Oscar was, knocking on Lando's door, planning to end whatever they have going on. It's not either of their faults, it's just getting a bit too dangerous. Fans are questioning what's going on between them, and even some journalists with the confidence of a dead man walking ask them questions about their relationship with eachother. The whole 'no dating for the last 2 years' doesn't really help their case either.
That's why he's at Lando's front door. He wants to end things before people connect the dots. If the fans find out they'd probably get dragged through the mud and back. Oscar could already see the headlines 'Mclaren drivers Oscar Piastri and Lando Noriss in a scandalous relationship!?' Or even 'How has the sport gotten so low to the point that the teams are accepting gay relationships between teammates!?'. Just the thought of what he would find makes him shiver.
After a while, he hears footsteps through the door, they're closing in until they stop. The door opens revealing Lando. He's in a tight black shirt, leaving nothing to the imagination, with his biceps clinging to the very fabric of the shirt, and green, baggy cargo pants.
Oscar is staring. He knows he is because he can see the smirk growing on Lando's face. Lando swiftly pulls Oscar along and he does nothing but follow. It's basically their dynamic. Lando tells him what to do, and he does nothing but comply to the other's demands. When they get to the couch, Lando sits down and puts Oscar on his lap. "So baby, what's brought you here today? Need me to take of you today?" Lando asks, smirk still plastered on his face.
That brings Oscar out of his reverie, and is immediately reminded of why he was here in the first place. Reluctantly, he gets off Lando's lap and goes to sit on the couch on the other side of Lando. He can see Lando's smirk slowly morph into a frown, and he has to ressist going back to Lando. This for both of your futures Oscar. You need to end this now "I'm here to talk." Seriousness laced Oscar's voice as he talked "I-I think we need to end... this." Lando's frown grows, and Oscar feels the need to explain hinself.
"I just- I just think that with everything going on, continuing whatever we have is dangerous" Oscar can see that Lando is now fully upset. "And can you tell me exactly why it's getting dangerous? Oscar." Oscar shivers. Shit. Oscar mentally curses No. You've got this Oscar, you already made reasonable reasons, you just have to say it now. "W-well I just think, that people are catching on, a-and well, I just thought that ending it early would be the best for both of us" oscar is avoiding eye contact. Afraid of what he might see.
A seconds pass by, when Oscar finally looks back at Lando's face. He sees that the other man is furious. That's my queue to leave Oscar thinks. He slowly stands "I-I think I sh-" Oscar gets cut off. "Sit." Lando commands. Oscar instinctively sits back down. Years of Lando telling him what to do is engraved into his very soul.
Lando stands up and walks towards Oscar. "It's always I think this I think that. You want to know what I think Osc? I think I need to stuff you so full of my cock that thinking will be the least of your problems" Lando grabs Oscar by the chin, hard, forcing him to directly look at the other's eyes. "I think you should just stay in my bed for the rest of your pathetic life just so I could use you whenver I want."
Oscar whimpers. Imagining the scenarios being fed into his mind is... stimulating, to say the least. He wants that. He knows it deep in his bones, that he wants that. He wants to be used by Lando, to be anything Lando wants him to be. But he also knows that the dangers of continuing their relationship, if it can even be called a relationship. A slap stops his train of thought, the sting of pain blooming on his cheek. "Hey" Lando's voice is dark "Listen to me when I'm talking to you damn it." Lando squeezes his chin harder.
"as I was saying, who exactly gave you the permission to say that. Hm?" Lando questions. Fog starts to form in his mind, hindering his search for an answer. "I-I don't need, anyone's permission" Is what finally leaves his mouth. Another slap. "wrong answer." Lando grins wickedly, like he's enjoying hurting Oscar. Oscar whimpers as Lando starts talking again. "I'll ask again. Who. Gave you. Permission?" The fog is growing, it takes him a few seconds before he can make a proper reply "N-no one" His voice is weak, nervous of getting slapped again.
"That's right. No one" Lando gently pats Oscar on the head condescendingly. Oscar shivers. He needs to stop this. Oscar isn't stupid, he knows where this is going, and he needs to get out before it goes any further, because he's not sure he's going to be able to stop himself.
"Lo-look. Lan. I-I know you don't exactly want to end w-what have right now, but I'm right. J-just think it ov-" The hand on Oscar's chin moves. suddenly clasping around his throat, and briefly squeezes. for a brief moment, Oscars breathing stopped, and the fog in his head is starting to cloud more and more of his thoughts. Lando clicks is tongue "Did I give you permission to talk?" Oscar doesn't answer. The fog growing too heavy. Lando squeezes his hand around the throat again, snapping him out of his thoughts for a brief moment, letting Oscar answers "N-no. Sir." Lando smirks.
"that's right I didn't. You know what to do if you don't follow the rules right?" Oscar numbly nods. The fog is making it too hard to think. "you have five minutes to get in my bed with no clothes, or the punishment becomes more severe." Oscar scrambles, rushing to the bedroom, throwing his clothes everywhere and finally lays on the bed. He's fully naked, the sheets touching his bare skin feel soft.
Lando slowly follows after him. There's no rush to his steps, as he knew the moment that Oscar stepped into his house he would have the man in his bed needy. Lando didn't even need to train him to act like that, Oscar trained himself. It's one of the reasons he loves Oscar. It's also one of the reasons he will never let Oscar go. He'd rather get exposed as a gay man than let Oscar walk away.
When Lando enters his bedroom, the sight that greets him is one that he always loves, no matter how many times he's seen it. His beautiful angel, laid on his bed, basically offering his body to him. Oscar notices Lando enter, his eyes, full of need and want, stare at the other man.
"turn around and show me your ass" Lando commands, stopping just at the edge of his bed. Oscar complies with no hesitation, positioning himself exactly how Lando wants him. Lando slowly removes his clothes, revealing musc "les earned through years of training, and hardwork.
Lando gets on the bed and positions himself right behind Oscar. He puts a hand on the younger man's ass, slowly massaging the muscle. It goes on for a few seconds before He raises his hand and slaps Oscar's ass. Oscar jolts at the sudden pain, but slowly relaxes himself again. "that, was for speaking without permission." two slaps hit his skin this time. "That, was for coming here unannounced." three consecutive slaps rain down on Oscar. "And that, was for suggesting we stop." Oscar is shaking. There are tears gathering at his eyes, the pain being too much. It's not the first time he's been punished, there were times in the past where he didn't follow instructions. But this was the first time Lando's been so merciless.
"It hurts doesn't it?" Lando asks, Oscar knows it's a rhetorical question but he still nods. " That's right. Then, are you going to repeat what you did today? Because I'll be honest with you, I'm still holding back right now, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold myself back the next time." Oscar shivers. The driver shakes his head. "words Osc."
Words? shit. I-I need to answer. Do-Don't want to be hurt. Need Lando. "N-no, sir." The Mclaren driver eventually replies. Lando grins. An audible click echos around the room. Though Oscar can't see what's happening behind him, he's been in this situation enough to know that was lube.
His guess is correct as cool liquid flows in the crack of his ass. Oscar shivers at the sudden cold and suddenly tenses before trying to relax himself as Lando's fingers start pressing into his hole. As it breaches past, a groan rips out of Oscar's mouth.
It doesn't really take long for the second finger to enter. The amount of times Lando has fucked Oscar, has made his insides more soft and accommodating. Lando's fingers do a scissor like motion, spreading him out more and more. "Always so easy, Osc. All I have to do is wrap a hand around your throat, and suddenly, you do whatever I tell you." Oscar whines. A third finger is inserted into his ass, and now they're pressing on his prostate. A loud Moan leaves Oscar's mouth, The pleasure becoming overwhelming. "Are you always like this with your partners? Letting them tell you whatever to do?" Lando's fingers press into the bundle of nerves harder, sending more shocks of pleasure to run through Oscar's bones.
Lando's eyes grow darker and darker as he speaks. "Maybe that's why you decided to suggest such a horrid proposition. Is that it? Is it because I'm not enough for you? Need to go find other men to suck their cocks after every race?" Oscar can't answer, Lando's fingers making Moan and whine, and with the fog blocking his thoughts, He can't even begin to formulate a response. Pain sings through his skin as Lando slaps his ass. "I'm asking you a question you fucking whore"
Oscar wants to answer him, he really does. He wants to be good, but the problem is He can't. The pleasure is too much, the fog in his brain is too much, His need for Lando's cock is too much, Everything is too much. responding to a question is something his mind can't handle at the moment.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), Lando took his lack of answer as a sign that he was right. "That's it, isn't it?" Oscar tries, god does he try, to tell him no. He tries to move his head, to shake it and make Lando see he disagrees, but his head is too buried into the pillow, that making it move is impossible.
Oscar's Mouth hangs open, constant pleasure being applied to is core. Drool drips from his mouth to the pillow beneath him. "Since That's the case, I just need to make sure I give you enough, right? Lando takes his fingers out, making Oscar groan at the emptiness. But he doesn't have to wait long, as something blunt is piercing through him in seconds.
All of The younger driver's breath leaves his body as Lando bottoms out in an instant. Not giving Oscar any time to get used to the cock inside him, Lando pulls out until only the head is still inside, before bottoming out again. He repeats motion over, and over again, setting a brutal pace leaving Oscar no room to breathe.
Oscar can't do anything anymore, can't even think anymore. "How about now baby? Is that fucking enough for you?" Lando pounds into Oscar's plump ass. Oscar's Moans have turned into borderline screaming, his hoarse voice echoing off the walls of the bedroom. "This is where you belong. In my house, on my bed, my cock inside you."
Oscar keens as Lando's cock slides back and forth, inside him. "You can't make a single thought in that pretty head of yours anymore, can you?" Lando's voice is smug, victory shines in his eyes, watching the body below him shake from the force of his thrusts. he watches as goes in and out of his teammate, mesmerized by the sight.
Oscar is close. He's so close. He wants to come. Lando groans, Oscar's tightness being heaven on earth for him. Lando's also close, he's been so hard since the beginning that it's gonna need just a few more thrusts before he spills his cum into Oscar and paint his insides white. Just the thought of marking the younger man from the inside makes him more excited.
Lando wraps a hand around Oscar's cock, pumping it to completion as Oscar screams, tears pouring down his cheeks due to the overwhelming pleasure. Oscar's blacks out for a second as he comes, but promptly reopens his eyes as the all-consuming pleasure starts to turn into pain, his body becoming oversensitive to everything. He whines, wanting Lando to stop, and come inside him already.
He gets his wish as after a few thrusts, warm liquid is pumped into him. Lando slows down, tired from one of the sex he's had in his life. The older driver slowly pulls out, watching his cum leak out of the ass, before taking his fingers and scooping up the white liquid and feeding it back to the oversensitive hole.
Oscar whines, still unable to talk, his hoarse throat hurting too much. "Stop fucking whining. This is what you deserve after pulling that little stunt of yours" Oscar shuts up, not wanting to be punished again. "I want you, Oscar. Not just for your looks, or for your body. I want all of you. I want your Monday mornings, and your late night excursions. I want your time, your space, your lips, and your love. I want it all." Oscar stills, listening to the words coming out of the other's mouth.
"I don't care if people find out about us, and certainly don't care if I'm fired for being who I am. The only thing I want anymore is you. so, I'm implementing a new rule. If you are ever stuck in your mind of 'what ifs', then you repeat after me" Oscar tries to keep his eyes open, wanting to hear Lando's words. "No thinking, head empty." Lando's voice cutting through his drowsiness.
No thinking... Head empty... I can do that.
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It is currently, 3am for me so I hope you guys like the fic <3
Oscar isn't really sure how he got here. He's in a bed, not his, ofcourse, otherwise he wouldn't be in this predicament, maybe. He's not actually sure if anything would have changed if it happened in his house instead of his teammate's.
What exactly is the situation he has got himself in? Well, currently, he has his face in the pillows, his ass is in the air, and his teammate, lando, is currently pounding into him, to point where Oscar is sure that walking tororrow would be like world hunger ending in the span of a few minutes. Or in other words, it's not happening.
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This is just the start of what I'm currently working on, but it's almost done. I'm just having a bit of writers block. Expect it to be done by the end of the week (maybe)
Ok, so like, I acidentally made the poll last for a week, but since one of the choices have been dominating and I don't think it's changing anytime soon so I think it wins by default.
