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A continuation of my last ask about Lando not necessarily hating second place if he's below Oscar

I wanted to know what your thoughts are on Oscar *hating* second place *especially* when he's behind Lando, and how he might use that frustration and pent up energy for other activities 👀

no preamble. lets get into it.

second place gnaws at oscar. especially when it’s lando on the top step, smiling and waving and getting the media fawning. getting what oscar thinks he deserves. and the worst part is lando doesn’t even seem built for it. oscar watches him preening and giggling and thinks 'you don’t even know what to do with it, give it to me instead.'

because it’s not just that lando beat him. it’s that lando made it look easy. like winning is a natural extension of his personality. all charm and instinct and rawness. and oscar, who builds his success out of control and discipline, can’t fucking stand it.

like lando’s joy feels unserious to him. juvenile. and that burns oscar up more than anything. how effortlessly lando slips into the spotlight while oscar’s stuck just behind and forced to clap politely for a man he wants to destroy and devour in equal measure (EEEEK)

and he’s not mad that lando's good. he’s mad that he likes it. mad that he watches lando throw the car around with that touch of recklessness and still come out ahead.

and all that energy..? the frustration, the bitterness, the pent up rage that oscar is never going to express in a press conference…it goes somewhere else.

he doesn’t gloat when he wins, and he doesn’t pout when he loses. but get lando alone in a room after? after lando beats him? oscar’s calm turns into smth else. like if he can’t have the win, he’ll take control of something else. and that something is usually lando’s legs thrown over his shoulder while oscar has his way. (whispering things like 'you think one good race makes you special?' or 'still can’t take me properly?' while lando’s the one whimpering and apologizing like he came in second.)

because oscar can’t stand the idea that lando might be above him in any sense. so he reasserts himself physically. he’s not loud about it. he’s unrelenting. he ***** lando (redacted for taste) like he’s correcting something. like this is a data error he’s determined to fix manually

and lando lets him. gets so giddy during it he forgets the name of the circuit. because he knows what this is. he recognizes the look in oscar’s eyes when he’s been beaten. it’s hungry and also deeply flattering. it means lando got under his skin. and lando loves that almost more than the win itself.

and the part neither of them will say out loud? oscar needs lando to win, sometimes. just so he has something to rage against, just so he has an excuse to be like this

so yeah. oscar hates losing. but he’ll take second place if it means he still gets to wreck the winner behind closed doors

because every 2nd place medal has its consolation prize wink wink

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we are ✨️blessed✨️ by mclaren admin to have 3 more minutes of them playing whisper challenge

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I literally don’t understand why some Oscar and some Lando fans can’t be civil. Like, it’s okay to have a favourite driver, and it’s okay to be disappointed when they don’t win, but I feel like it’s a bit much to start creating conspiracy theories of favouritism and stuff after every single race.

I also think the hate is crazy? Like how can you hate someone so much? It’s literally a racing driver, not a fucking evil dictator. And this goes both ways, both for Lando and Oscar fans.

People need to calm down. It’s okay to be disappointed but like all this hate is making the sport less enjoyable.

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What if Lando had tatts (also kept all his little scars)

Also Oscar with tattoos under the cut, because I couldn't fit all the tattoos I wanted on Lando, they can share my unhinged ideas ty

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Oh, You Love Me like a Fawn (a Cum Shot to the Face of God)

Chapter Five // Archive Locked Heaven. He's pretty sure he's found it. When the tip of the knife drags from his ass all the way up his spine, he knows he's made it. His vision goes white, ears ringing. The face of god consuming everything. And his name is Oscar Piastri.

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"3 words to describe summer shutdown"

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I wish I got those weird anonymous inboxes my mutuals get

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this is how I feel about lando

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inspired by this post i am making a little compilation of f1 fics i've read recently and really enjoyed. will this be a regular thing? who can say. for my first list it's the...

✨ weird threesomes edition ✨

a giving man by @sorbitoldaddy, george/alex/carlos, 12k, rated e [when a fic is a character study and also a meditation on teammate relationships and also also about getting what you want only for it to make everything worse! there's carlos dog metaphors there's in-text usage of the title, truly spectacular stuff]

seeing the moon (in the day) by @clachnaben, george/alex/max, 6k, rated e [why stop the gax drama with on-track battles and contract rumors? let's let alphas george and max fight over who can take care of omega alex better]

side by side in orbit by @glasscushion, lando/oscar and lando/max f, 3k, rated e [perhaps not what we'd consider a typical threesome when one of them is in the cuck chair BUT off the charts weird vibes! "be normal about each other" challenge failed at the first sentence for all three of them. a sacred text imo]

set all my tongues upon you by @officialmood, lando/oscar/carlos and alex/oscar/carlos, endgame (?) carcar, 14k, rated e [if you follow me you probably know i'm obsessed with an oscar who refuses to look head-on at what he wants, let alone ask for it. i would say i feel as insane about the oscar of this fic as this oscar feels about carlos but i don't think that's possible!]

through the walls (i think i hear my name) by @brushedbymelancholy, george/alex/carlos, 6k, rated e [scheming george my beloved! multiple pov done SO well! hooking up for contrived reasons! just an all around fun time of a fic]

in abidance by @disarmd, oscar/lando/daniel, 39k, rated e [if you want a weird threesome that also comes with a lovely au, a heart-wrenching plot (mind the warnings), and is actually the third part in a series, oh boy is this the fic for you! once again an oscar who's afraid to ask for what he wants! some part of me is always thinking about this series]

more cliffs, more edges by @janinaduszejko, carlos/rebecca/teto, 2k, rated e [this one is not very weird but it is very hot! i am forever a fan of jd's carlos pov and the amount of character she gets across in such a short fic]

i'm sure i've forgotten some seminal works in this space/know i have more in my marked for later. if you/your fic is linked and you don't want to be lmk! 💖

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put him in a chair

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Star Wars Landoscar au things that nobody asked for.

(First time masturbation, Jedi Lando/Sith Oscar, I have taken liberties with the canon to benefit me)

He has a few days to himself. He promised himself he wouldn't. But something feels oddly disconnected.

A dream, an unconscious thought, about the fleeting feeling of fingers ghosting over his skin. He knows it's wrong. Jedi don't feel like that. He shouldn't want this.

Lando does it anyway. Waits until he's alone and strips down to nothing. He lays out on his bed, on his back, and just breathes.

What did Oscar say? To let himself feel?

The Force is certainly determined to make him do so.

He thinks of Oscar and the warmth that follows him. Of hot sticky air on his face and then on his neck.

Oh, the pull in his belly comes back. The one that pulses through his thighs and groin. He's not sure exactly what to do with it.

They don't talk about it. Master Jenson did once—told him that it's normal to be aroused—but they can't act on it. Jedi practice chasity. They definitely don't touch themselves. As far as he knows, at least.

He's half hard though, stupid cock heavy now. All because of Oscar.

He shouldn't be doing this, but his hand drifts anyway. Recreating the movements of his dream, the dance of fingers that are distinctly not his own. Too pale and much more nimble in comparison.

Lando traces around his nipple with his thumb and hisses through his teeth. Drags them softly down his sternum then to his hips. He bites down on his bottom lip—the noises that come out of him are desperate things he'd like to not drift through the crack at the bottom of the door.

He moves to his cock tentatively, mind running in a way he's not used to, longing for something he can't have. Forbidden fruit—now he's taking a bite.

The touches are soft at first, just to explore and feel what he hasn't before. He's mad at himself for thinking Oscar was lying. That the curiosity is pulling him in a direction he cannot go.

His hand wraps around his length and strokes. More aggressive now but still experimental. Everything is sensitive already—body strung out from years of active denial.

A good Jedi wouldn't have given in like this. Lando keeps going anyway, he's in too deep and it's too good to stop. He can't pull his hand away, eyes glued to the ceiling as his spine bends and toes curl.

He gasps as he spills all over himself. A right fucking mess he's made but he is too hazy to really care. The aftershocks a pleasant thing.

Oh, he's royally screwed up, hasn't he? Laying here twitching and filled with shame like a branding iron down his throat—and yet he can't help but wonder if Oscar will get to live through every emotion he felt while doing this and know that Lando thought of him while he did it.

Maybe his master is right—if he can't win at his own game, he'll win at Oscar's.

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Webber, Clarkson, and Nicole Piastri on Oscar’s stoic personality

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haters

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It is impressive how bad you are at tagging your posts.

I am confused! I don't really tag at all. So is that the issue? Am I using the wrong tags? I can't fix the issue if you don't tell me what needs fixing :(

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Will there be an update for the price of moving on series soon ( it’s one of my faves and I’m dying for a update)

... can I say eventually and get away with it?

Here's the thing! tfobs and tpomo are, for the most part, me trauma dumping into a document and calling it a day.

Tpomo in particular is about healing which is something I am still in the process of doing. Which means in order to get Lando there, I also have to get there and right now i'm not in a headspace where I can write that.

I'm adding to it slowly but please be patient with me. I was NOT expecting to get as popular as it has when I first started it and now we're here and I have to deal with the consequences of my own actions but like, it's therapy for me. That whole fic is because of homework I was given in therapy.

so short answer is that for now, that would be a now, but it's still in the works and eventually there will be more coming for it when I am in a better place to write out Lando's (and by proxy my own) healing journey.

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Hi!! Did u delete some of ur fics? I was looking for one that I like but I cant find it anymore

I did yeah, sorry. I wanted a fresh start in a way so I cleared a lot of my blog out. I want the ficts I have posted on here to be ones I'm really proud of and so while I'm still clearing things, I do feel so much better than I did before. Sorry about deleting something you liked though!

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Hi! Just wanted to ask if you’re going to write more chapters from ‘look at me? Look at you’ since i really love it!!

On a technical level, yes. I have a part four that is over halfway done.

HOWEVER! I got ideas for lamlay things but it's like... reverse lamlay? That's what I am calling it at least. Where Lando is the driver and Oscar is the one in sex work.

He lets the other man get situated and awkwardly plays with his fingers as he does so. Oscar isn't intimidating Kinda built, taller than Lando, broad—hot, in Lando's opinion at least, but not scary. Not covered in tattoos and ripped like what he usually pictures someone who has dominant in their job title would look. "Okay, I figured I'd tell you about myself first so I'm less of a stranger-" "I read your bio!" He blurts before even giving Oscar a chance. His face flushes—embarrassingly so. "Sorry, i just meant that-" Oscar goes from shock to soft. "You did your homework then, good boy. Not many people ever do it before hand." Lando squeaks and shrugs his shoulders up, trying to hide the smile that wants to break free because the praise makes him feel warm inside. "Don't hide, yeah? You're very cute." Oscar leans back into the couch and tosses the papers he was holding back onto the table. "That takes like, ten things off the to-do list. So how about a game instead?" Lando tilts his head. "A game?" "Fifteen questions." Oscar toes his shoes off and makes himself more comfortable. "You start."

Like this...

But also we have this from lamlay

Finally, Oscar shows it to him, spins the pink silicone of the cage around his pointer finger. He sees it in slow motion, the slight gape of Lando’s mouth and the way his eyes go wide. The sight of it has him smirking. “Because unfortunately for you in particular, you have a massive cock-”  "And you will sit nice and still while I make it fit." He has half a mind to gag him, then pull it out just to make him say ‘thank you’. “I don't do things half assed, you know this.”  Lando wets his lips with his tongue. His dick is hard, leaking, loving the idea of this at the moment. “I'm–I feel stupid saying this–but I don't think that is gonna fit on me.”  The sadist in Oscar is jumping for joy, but outside he grins wildly. The wicked kind that Lando has gotten familiar with recently. He picks up an ice pack and dangles it in Lando's eye line. “And there are ways to make you smaller.”  He's not sure Lando realizes that he does it. The slight poke of his tongue through his lips and the way his eyes roll back. “Gonna hurt though, innit-?”  Oscar drops the ice pack on Lando's upper thighs, choking on the last of his words. His body tries to curl in on itself but can't–reflexes rendered useless against the restraints. 

I'm stuck on things but we inch forward ever slowly!