#i know carloscar won the (un)official ship name poll but tagging everything just in case

[lovelylotusf1]

wanna tell us about your Carloscar brainrot plz…. — wiz

Absolutely! The ship has been stuck in my brain and it NEEDS TO GET OUT. It isn't paying rent🧡 For everyone who sees this: Please feel free to scream with me about this ship, in asks, dms or comments!

Currently writing something for the kinkmeme. The fic is now sitting at a comfortable 3k words and the end is finally in sight. Now how to write the last scene and an ending that fits, I don't know. I will figure it out.

For me, it boils down to: Oscar as ice and Carlos as fire in their contempt for the other. Oscar never knowing what Carlos is thinking, feigning confidence in a situation out of his control.

My favourite thing about it is playing with the difference between Oscar thinking about what Lando would do and the reality of what Carlos is doing. It's so fun. Ripping him out of his fantasy to focus on Carlos again (and maybe even realising that he likes what Carlos is doing better👀)

Three small snippets below the cut. Beware as the third one is nsfw!

Oscar turns around.

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Once Oscar is in front of the bed, he stops. Takes a deep breath, stares at the pictures on his wall. One frame is a bit crooked, he notices. A small thing out of place, destroying the harmony of the image.

Carlos is standing in the doorframe.

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Carlos brings his hand up to place it on Oscar's cheek. Caressing it. It would almost feel loving if it weren’t for Carlos’ short nails digging into his flesh, not drawing blood but showing that he could.

His thumb is running over Oscar's bottom lip. Poking, prodding, until Oscar gives in and opens his mouth. He knows why Carlos is here, after all.

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Oscar whimpers at the wet noises filling the room. Thinks about Lando doing the same for him, preparing him for his cock. Thinks about lying on the soft bed instead of standing here with knees made of jelly, yet too proud to slump forward and let the strong body in front of him catch his fall.

“Dios, look at you. So desperate to please, right princessa?” The voice doesn't belong to Lando. It dismantles his fantasy piece by piece, reminds Oscar of who he is doing this with.