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BREAKING NEWS: Crash halts Miami Grand Prix as race is red-flagged
At 184 miles per hour, Max Verstappen's car hits the barrier and his world goes dark. The crash report later records a peak of 380G—higher than any documented survivable incident in motorsport history, and higher than anyone should be able to walk away from.
While the FIA asks questions and the media chases headlines, Charles Leclerc occupies a plastic chair in a hospital waiting room that he refuses to leave. He and Max were never supposed to be anything more than rivals who fell into bed together, but as the hours stretch into days and Max remains unconscious, Charles is forced to confront what he's been avoiding for a year: this stopped being casual a long time ago, and the only question left is whether Max will wake up to hear him admit it.
(Or: The crash heard around the world.)
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18 Jun 2026
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Itty Bitty Teeny Tiny Little Slutty Skirt by Chandelier_s_Notebook
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
17 Apr 2026
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Charles is at Jimmy’s with one goal in mind: seduce Max Verstappen.
He’s finally won his home race. He deserves a little treat.
A big treat. Hopefully.
He’s heard that it’s big.
He wants, and wants, and wants, and wants.
And Charles always gets what he wants.
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18 Apr 2026
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The podium champagne tastes sweeter when you have your own personal prize waiting.
Max Verstappen collects more than trophies. This season, his prize is a stunning brunet named Charles, who wears the race day silks and not much else.
Charles belongs to him, body and soul, a beautiful thing to be used, marked, and adored in the crudest ways possible.
Or: Max really enjoys his property.
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25 Mar 2026
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“Fuck off, Max. We are not having dinner, and you’re not staying over, and we are not having sex. We’re not doing any of that, because now I feel stupid. I pulled so much shit together for you.” Blue starts to bleed into his sterness, glassy eyes getting glassier, scowl a little less composed. “I spent so much time doing all these things I thought you’d like because we’re finally a couple, and I’m finally allowed to show you how much I care, and now it all seems stupid. I feel stupid. I want to go to bed. Please leave.”
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Max is late for Valentine's dinner. He has to spend a lot of time on his knees to get on Charles' good side.
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15 Feb 2026
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Without touching himself, without permission, just ground out of him by the brutal combination of Max’s cock and that goddamn pillow.
“N-no—” he gasped, realisation hitting him mid-orgasm. “No, no, I’m sorry, Sir, I’m sorry..”
He sat down at the edge of the bed, slow, deliberate, then grabbed Charles by the waist and hauled him over his lap.
Face down. Ass up.
Max growled, his voice low and dangerous, “Count them,”
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Charles said he could take Max and wants to be his good boy. Max has been waiting for this opportunity and takes it.
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01 Jan 2026