#oscar.... he cant reach......

[morbid248]

Creation of Adam but the podcast men!

I originally drew this as a shitpost but then immediately went insane about the implications and had to draw it well

Close-ups under the cut!

[lovecrazedpup]

only 2 hours left of trying not to cry and cut

[doromoni]

Lunch Preferences | LN4

Ships: Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Warnings : None

Genre: fluff

Summary : Oscar’s food always tasted better and Lando finds out why.

Part 2

Lando was never adventurous when it came to certain things , most importantly when it came to the food that he consumed — His best friend Max could vouch on that , heck the entire grid and the whole McLaren hospitality can say it.

When it came down to it , when Lando didn’t like the ingredient used in the meal served in the Motorhome cafeteria, a special meal is always prepared for the Golden Boy of Mclaren. Most find it funny but the kitchen staff found it extremely annoying; to them Lando was a diva.

Kitchen personnel and caterers are shuffled within motorhomes and during races in different countries and it became problematic for Mclaren due to the new personnel’s lack of knowledge of their driver’s preferences. Funnily enough, this has become an issue much so that a protocol has been made stating that when a new driver is signed they are given their own personal chef that tours around with them during the races.

Cut to Oscar Piastri joining the Papaya Family, and Y/n L/n had been added to the roster. The Australian driver and Y/n had met during Oscar’s F2 season and had quickly formed a bond, by bond meaning Y/N fuels Oscar’s obsession with sweets. The aussie became obsessed, much so that when the “personal chef” clause came up in his contract, his immediate answer was “ Y/N L/N”.

“Osc what the hell? What do you mean you got me a job at Mclaren? Are you high on sugar again?” You asked in disbelief as you stared at the Australian, eyebrow raised.

You and Oscar are currently in his kitchen in his apartment in the UK. You were trying to bake your f2 paddock famous cookies while Oscar tries to help , emphasis on tries.

“Oh come on Y/N! You’re perfect for this. You know my likes and dislikes . Plus you know how to trick me into eating my veggies” Oscar said exasperatingly.

“ Oscar as much as I love to feed you , you know that I cant travel with you, I have a job remember? Plus Im not a professional chef , you dummy! I just cook as a passion” You muttered softly trying to get your point across.

“Then quit! I know you hate your job y/n. This is your chance! I made sure that they’ll pay you handsomely ~ more than your current pay . I swear! PLUS you get to travel with me and you get to explore food all over the world” The boy did made a whole lot of sense…

“Fine , let me see the contract” Then an enormous grin plasters itself on his face.

***

* Brownies

“Holy Crap , Mate! These brownies are killer! Where did you get these?” Logan exclaimed as he continued to stuff his face with Oscar’s snacks prepared by Y/N of course.

“My chef made them for ME , Logan. Hands off “ Oscar swatted the American’s hand as he tried to get another piece.

“What are you two idiots up-to now? “ Alex spoke as he came near the duo, Lando right on his tail.

“Oscar brought these amazing brownies and He wont share! Come on mate, just one more” Logan once again tried to reach for the bag only to be denied once again.

“Ohhh, let me try some of that!” Alex laid out his hand , and Logan complaining in the background saying “unfair “ as Oscar gave Alex one.

“You weren’t kidding! these are good. Lando try one” Alex gestured towards Lando.

Lando looking a bit apprehensive, took the offered treat and took a bite. As the Brit chewed , he couldn’t stop eating till there was no more. Screw belgian chocolate, that brownie was his favorite food now.

“Oscar, give me another.” Lando requested to his now younger teammate.

“Nope~ these are mine” Oscar grinned teasingly as he stood up , away from the reach of his fellow drivers

“Oscarrrr , give em up you muppet!” Lando whined and pouted .

“No! Ask your chef to make you one. “ Oscar implored.

“But the ones they make aren’t as good as thoseee” Lando continued to whine

“I know, this is Y/N’s special recipe. “ Oscar replied mockingly, a playful grin on his face as we waved them goodbye.

“Damn, Y/N made those? No wonder they tasted amazing” Logan muttered catching the attention of Lando.

“Y/N? Who?” Lando asked now curious .

“Oh, Y/N is our friend. Well now Oscar’s personal chef too. We met when Oscar and I were racing in F2. She used to bring us her cooking after the race.”

“Damn, did she put cocaine on those brownies or something?” Alex said wanting another bite.

“Did you say that she’s Oscar’s chef? That would mean that she’s in Mclaren right now?” Lando asked yet again to the now bemused American.

“Yes?” And with that Lando Norris is on a mission. Find the lady who makes extremely delicious brownies.

“Y/N” Lando muttered your name under his breath as he traversed towards his own motorhome with a purpose.

Finally reaching his destination only to be bombarded by his Pr manager pulling him along towards his media duties

Lando’s brownie mission was a fail

“Hey, do you know who’s Y/N?”

* Wok fried noodles

“ Ok so , Oscar will be done in a few minutes then it will be your turn” Lando’s manager , Valerie, explained as He was getting ready for the interview set up by Mclaren for a special edition for a motorsport magazine of some sorts.

“You should take a bite of your lunch , Lan. I don’t think you’ll be getting time to do so later” valerie explained, as she nudged the now cold , barely touched container of food towards the British driver.

“But there fish in it ,Val” The brit frowned as he glanced on his supposed to be lunch. How many times did he have to say NO FISH.

“It’s not even touching th-“ valerie tried to explain but was cut of by Lando as he exclaimed

“But it’s near a fish!” To which Valerie could only sigh and nod.

Then a knock and an opening of a door happened along with Oscar popping his head in — who appears to be carrying chopsticks and a container of sorts.

“ Hey, mate! They said it’ll be your turn in 15 mins or so” Oscar said as he scoops his lunch into his mouth.

“What ya eating there bud?” Lando couldn’t help ask as the savory aroma filled his room and a rumble came to his stomach.

“Some low carb noodle dish Y/N made , not really sure what’s it called . Tasted great tho.” The Australian said .

“Lemme have a bite” Lando waved his hands towards Oscar . With a shrug , oscar did.

As He took a bite , Lando could only think of one thing.

“Where could I get myself a Y/N”

* Spring Rolls

Practice 1 had just finished and the drivers have an hour or 2 to rest and kill time . And for our youngest Aussie driver on the grid it is time to annoy his lovely friend Y/N.

“ Hey, Y/N… could you please make extra servings of what ever you’re making for my lunch?” Oscar asked sheepishly

“Osc, No! You have to follow a strict calorie count and your trainer will kill me!” You said as you stoped what you were doing .

“It’s not for me, Its for Lando! He always eats my food “ Oscar explains and you understood clearly. Nodding with a smile , you shooed Oscar away.

“Thanks , Angel! “ Oscar left but not before leaving a kiss on your head.

You then set out to make lunch for 2 drivers, and finishing by packing them separately . You never forgot to leave a message on Oscar’s meals as encouragements to your closest friend

Your eyes go towards the food intended for Lando. You were contemplating whether you should write something or not. Biting your lip you took another piece of post it and started writing.

Maybe this is your chance to get the driver’s attention and shoot your shot. You have been crushing on the British driver for who knows how long. Tutting yourself you shake your head from your thoughts and delusions.

In the post it wrote ,

Dear, Lando

A little birdie told me that you liked my cooking , ey? Oh! I heard that you liked spring rolls so I made you a few. No fish , I promise. Hope you enjoy! And good luck on the race! I’ll be cheering on the sidelines 🧡

P.S. thank Osc , he begged me to tag you along :P

— Y/N

***

Butterflies filled Lando’s stomach as he opened the lunch box you made for him. You cooking for him and writing a note felt so domestic , like a wife and husband.Lando became a giggly mess as he re-read your note again and again.

He remembered the time when he first saw you. You were with Oscar in the Mclaren motorhome , sitting on the lounge when your eyes met his and you gave Lando a smile — it was only passing but to Lando it was enough. To him you were so angelic .He imagined coming home to you and you would cook for him and all seemed fine in the world.

“ you know , you should just ask her out on a date” and suddenly Lando was startled out of his daydreaming

“Huh , what? Dreaming? Who was? “ Lando tried to act cool in front of Oscar who was now sniggering as he leaned on the doorframe.

“ I know that you like Y/N, Lando! Just ask the girl already “

“Who’s Y/N?” Oscar rolled his eyes at his teammate

“You’re both idiots .y’know? You both have goggly eyes for each other — it honestly hurts to see. Here’s her number . Please just go out. Or I swear I’ll lock the two of you in a room or something. “ Lando was flabbergasted by his teammate who was now exiting the room.

“Uhh… Thanks Osc!” The Brit broke out into a huge smile as he shouted towards the australian

“Yeah yeah , just don’t hurt her or I promise to crash into you in every race”

***

[kissedsuns]

Hi can i request something with dom!oscar or dom!lando with the phrase “you just cant stop cumming? can you?” Thank you💞

content warnings -> f!reader, orgasm control, oral, slight overstimulation, dom!lando, fingering

it's an especially long night for you and lando with his hands gripping your thighs firmly, holding you in place as his tongue performs wonders between your legs.

you want to scream, your moans muffled by the palm of your hand, but it's no use.

in desperation, you reach for the nearest thing, grabbing a pillow and stuffing your face into it, allowing the lewd noises to spill from your lips freely.

lando revels in having you like this, knowing he has you completely at his mercy. the smirk pressed against your skin speaks volumes about the power he holds over you.

his tongue moves faster, drawing out your pleasure with every flick and swirl.

"lando! i'm—cumming, i'm cumming!" you cry out, tearing the pillow away from your face.

looking down, you see lando staring up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a wide smirk adorning his face as he continues to sloppily makeout with your clit.

"fuckfuckfuck, wait—lan!" you gasp, back arching toward the ceiling as you cum. the white liquid coating lando's nose and lips.

"you're crazy," you pant, your chest heaving as you eventually flop down onto the creased sheets.

"you love it," he purrs, pulling you close as he lets his hands roam over every inch of you.

your legs spasm when lando's hand sneakily trails down to your sensitive cunt, now practically aching as his fingers circle it with precision.

"mmh! wait—'s too sensitive!" you yelp, instinctively grabbing his hand but not pushing it away, as if your body craves the sensation despite the overstimulation.

lando loves how responsive you are. how you're practically begging for him to keep going. "easy, easy. i've got you. you're doing so well." he murmurs into your ear, his fingers maintaining a slow, torturous pace.

"lando, i can't—oh my god! i'm gonna cum again!" you whine when he slips a finger inside. "nonono, lando—fuck!" he curls it.

"you sound so pretty," he coos.

just like that, your release coats lando's fingers. his words send you over the edge, and when he inserts yet another finger, you see stars.

"lando, lando, oh my god! wait—fuck, wait!" you cry out, grasping his bicep and clinging to it for dear life as he holds you in place, his fingers moving at an unrelenting pace.

your body eventually relaxes, and he slips his fingers out slowly, drenched in your slick.

he laughs softly at the state you're in, watching as you try to catch your breath.

lando brings his fingers to his mouth, lazily lapping at them before taking them out with a 'pop' sound. "you just can't stop cumming, can you?" he teases, moving closer to pull you into his arms.

© kissedsuns

[81folklore]

heaven - OP81 - part 2

pairings: oscar piastri x private!secret!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: a very sweet softlaunch ends pretty quickly

authors notes: first of all a huge thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged and taken the time to read my works it means so much to me and im so so grateful!! next, this is something i made at 1am so please bear with me😭. i am working on the lando and charles stories i PROMISE but i want them to be special and i currently have zero thoughts about where to take them so it might be a while🫣 also i almost finished this when tumblr DELETED IT?? i want to cry😁 ALSO i started this at like 1am and i cant be asked to do tweets rn so insta smau it is

masterlist heaven masterlist

yourusername

liked by yourfriend2, user7 and 583 others

ahahah i love the beach and my friends

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yourfriend2: dont be fooled she called me crying after the fourth photo bcs she lost 5 games of uno in a row

yourusername: i called you in confidence and this is how you repay me??

user6: its fine we know how emotional uno can get😁

yourusername: ??

user7: im so single hahahahhaa (im dying inside)

user10: is it confirmed that this is oscar?

user9: im not being funny but oscar doesnt even follow her so i think yous are just reaching

user10: …they have the same dog??

yourfriend6: might aswell post his face at this point

yourusername: leave me aloneeee im having fun!!

oscarpiastri

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second part of the season incoming 😁👊 (after a very competitive round of uno)

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user7: ready to see you up on the podium🧡

user10: uno you say?

user3: right could they be more obvious😭

yourusername: its race week babyyy

*liked by oscarpiastri*

user17: literally what is happening why are all of the grid softlaunching😭

user8: and why does it always end in the hardest of launches

yourusername and oscarpiastri added to their stories

yourfriend2: 😭😭

yourusername: i am sick and tired i just want to POST him but softlaunches are so fun😔

yourfriend2: its really fun when everyone already knows?

yourusername: no but we are in too deep now☹️

user6: god you guys are insufferable

user23: JUST POST THE CUTE COUPLE PHOTOS ALREADY

user23: i lied please dont im so single it hurts

yourusername

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the world through my eyes☀️

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oscarpiastri: i love you sososo much

oscarpiastri: my favorite person in the entire world

yourusername: ur literally my sunshine🫶

yourfriend1: god you make me SICK

yourusername: ..okay😁 oscarpiastri i love youuu🤭

landonorris: i hate people in love (you guys are very cute)

user10: THE NOTE OH

user18: THE HARDEST OF LAUNCHES HAPPENED

user7: he is her world oh my lord

user63: and the fact that hes her sunshine too😭😭

user63: literally crying myself to sleep

oscarpiastri

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my happiness

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yourusername: teheehee thats me🤭

yourusername: i LOVE YOUUU

yourusername: i didnt know you took photos of me like this☹️

oscarpiastri: of course your my favorite🧡

yourusername: oh could you get any cuter🫠

yourfriend4: thought you should know yn is currently jumping up and down and giggling while looking at this

user23: I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THESE?? I CANT HANDLE THIS??

user8: god really saw me sad and said ‘heres the happiest and best couple, wallow more’

user16: YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST?? THE NOTES?? THE POSTS??

user1: i cant stand people in love (i want to cry and drown in my tears)

yourusername: oh my god im so obsessed with you

oscarpiastri: i loooove youuu

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yourusername: ahhhhh im so☹️

yourusername: osc☹️☹️ur literally the cutest thing to exist

yourusername: my boys🫶🫶

yoursusername: im so in love with you sunshine☀️

oscarpiastri: love you, thank you for showing me happiness🤍

[cheriladycl01]

Against the clock - Pierre Gasly x Driver! Reader

Plot: You realize going into turn 12 of the Shanghai Circuit that your brakes aren't working that well. So what happens when they fully break going down the longest straight into a hairpin?

Y/N Radio: Y/N- Breaks are feeling loose Engineer- Copy that we are checking them now. Engineer- All seems fine, push it down the straight Y/N and you have a chance at a podium Y/N- And the car is okay? Engineer- Data says ...

Before anyone can react warning signals come all up around the car, your breaks had fully locked up and you were currently going over 200 mph down the straight of the Shanghai Circuit.

Y/N Radio: Y/N- Guys i cant do anything. I cant stop the car. I'm so sorry i...

And with that they heard and saw the crash of you skidding over the edging and your car flipping over into the bumpers. The sound of the crash was horrific and your engineer was panicked as he heard your grunt and whimper on impact.

Y/N Radio: Engineer- Y/N can you hear me? Are you okay? Engineer- Y/N Please are you okay? YN? Engineer- She's unresponsive! Horner in the Background- Keep trying to reach out to her while the medic gets there.

You were laying unresponsive in the car, half out of your seat and your head dangling down to the floor on your tilted car. However, the front half had snapped of and the engine was now leaking the racing fuel all down your suit. One spark from your car and you'd be toast.

Piastri Radio: Oscar- Was that Max or Y/N? Engineer- Y/N Oscar- Is she okay? It looks really bad! Engineer- Red Flag Oscar that's a Red Flag

You started to come too, you look around confused as to the position you were currently in. You grunted a strangled cry coming from you as you tried to move from the sheer pain coursing through your body. Tears come out your eyes in frustration of the situation.

You still couldn't breathe properly it was so labored and the balaclava and helmet weren't helping.

Gasly Radio: Pierre- Karel, is that Y/N in the Red Bull? Engineer- Red Flag Pierre Red Flag Pierre- Is it Y/N? Engineer- Come back to the pits Pierre- Fuck

You eventually had got yourself out of the car by crawling, under and around the halo. Someone reached in and helped grab you hand.

"Y/N are you okay?" the medic asks as he sat you upright on the floor and a shake of you head. You couldn't actually speak right now. Your hands shakily came up to try take your helmet off to help you breath better but your hands were numb and as your tried to peel the helmet off your hands refused to function.

"Help" you said in the quietest voice, what you didn't know what that there was a mic on the medic to pick up everything immediately to the ambulance that was on its way.

It was also going to the paddocks so everyone who could hear's hearts were currently breaking.

The medic pulled the helmet off her, the first thing he saw was the tears lining her face. But after inspecting further he could see red coming from the slit in her balaclava. He ripped it off the hair sticking to her wet and sweaty forehead.

Everyone could see from the pits and everyone was holding a breath as they watched a spaced out Y/N start to fall to the floor. Luckily the medic grabbed her in time holding her up. He inspected the place where her visor had cracked on her helmet and cut her across the cheek.

"Y/N Hey come on, wake up. Medic car is nearly here!" he says to you but your body had become dead weight.

In the pits each garage was as worried as the other.

In RedBull Max was beside himself, he saw you as a little sister and the fact that the crash was as bad as it was had him stood with Christian Horner rubbing his hands together. His headphones were around his neck.

In Mercedes, George and Lewis stood together talking, tears in George's eyes wondering if you were okay. Where you were close to Alex you would also hang out with George and you'd become close with him.

Next was the Ferrari Garage with both Carlos and Charles rewatching the crash with hands over their mouths, and similar vibes came from McLaren.

Pierre was sat down on the edge of his car, head in his hands while trying to listen to his engineer who came next to him.

"Tracks been cleared race is about to restart. Y/N has been taken to the nearest hospital"

"Okay" he says sadly getting back in the car.

All the fans could tell that everyone's minds were elsewhere, the reporters stuttering more as they continued commentating even through private live updates on you condition, and the mechanics were constantly checking their phones.

The race had finished and Pierre had come P4 just wanting the race to be over. Max had come P1 with Lando close behind him and George in P3.

He didn't wait around for the podiums, he went straight to you in the hospital. He saw your parents stood outside the room, they had clearly been crying and you mother was shaking her head at the doctor thanking him. She turned to her husband and cried into his chest.

Pierre however didn't know if this was from sadness or relief.

"Erm hello" Pierre says politely, walking up to them sheepishly.

"Oh Pierre, come here" you mother said pulling him into a hug. He accepted having know your family for a very long time, and he'd only got closer to them since you had started dating.

"Is she okay?" Pierre asks looking over your mothers shoulder to double check.

"Yes, she will be I don't think she'll be racing in Miami but she'll be back for Imola. When they brought her here they thought it was a lot worse, but you know what she's like" she smiles.

"Can i see her please" he asks.

"Of course hun, we'll wait here"

He walks into your room, seeing you sat there doing tests with the doctor where he was shining a torch in you eyes to check your responses.

"Y/N?"

"Pierre! Oh I'm so glad you here! How did the race finish they refuse to tell me! Did Max win!" you ask sitting up straighter seeing your boyfriend.

"Red Bull through and through" he shakes his head chuckling at you coming to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What do you mean baby?"

"You dont care where you boyfriend ended up?" he laughs looking at you in shock before you slam your hand up to your mouth.

"Look, I'm gonna blame the pain meds they've put me on. That shit is fire" you exclaim looking at the doctor who is looking between you and Pierre who is trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Well, Max came P1, Lando came P2 and Lewis P3. I came behind Lewis in P4" he smiles, thinking that despite the circumstances this was his best drive of the season.

"God, I'm going to have to crash more if your getting P4!" you laugh and he looks up shocked shaking his head vigorously.

"No way. I never want you getting in a crash again ma cherie. We were all so worried" he answers, pulling you in a little placing a light kisses on your head.

"I love you, P but I'm really sleepy" you admit, the meds starting to take affect and make you drowsy.

"I love you too"

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[theemporium]

what about landoscar 🤭🤭 one of them feeling a lil extra clingy recently and wants more attention and cant help but feel like hes left out ☹️☹️☹️☹️ abit of angst and grovelling pls!!

it didn't end up going in the grovelling route but i hope you still enjoy! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It wasn’t often Oscar felt the need to just be…held.

Lando was a different story. Everyone and their mothers knew how clingy Lando Norris was, knew that you just had to be at arm's length from the boy or be in his orbit for him to latch himself onto you. Whether it was an arm around the shoulders or thigh pressed thigh, Lando craved physical touch in a way that Oscar just never understood.

But it was never like that with him. 

He could count on one hand the number of people he felt comfortable enough to initiate any sort of physical contact with him, and even they knew he was never a huge fan of it. There was never a part of him that urged him to reach his hand out, to press his body against someone else’s, to feel the warmth of another person. 

At least, not until now.

He wasn’t even sure why. Or he did, but something about the urge to bury his face into the crook of someone’s neck felt embarrassing when the reason was because he was a little overwhelmed. Truthfully, it just felt a little pathetic. 

There was a voice in the back of his head telling him to get over himself, to just say something to either you or Lando. He knew neither of you would ever judge, that you would happily indulge him. But every time he never thought about opening his mouth, the louder voice in his head calling him pathetic told him to stay silent.

So, he did. 

But it didn’t stop the way his stomach twisted with something quite like jealousy when he saw how easy it was for you and Lando. How easy it was for Lando to tug on your hand until you fell on his lap, or for you to run your hand through his hair. How easy it was for Lando to ask for a hug and cling onto you, or for you to ask for a quick peck. 

It was so fucking easy for you, and he hated that he couldn’t just be the same. He hated that he couldn’t get the words out. He hated that he felt pathetic for asking. He hated that his mind was whirling constantly which only made everything worse. And he hated that neither of you could just look at him and understand what he wanted without him asking—which, logically, he knew was silly but he was upset and frustrated and logic wasn’t his best friend.

Or at least, Oscar assumed you didn’t notice but you did. You both noticed pretty quickly when the Aussie was far quieter than usual. You noticed the small gap between you whenever he sat down on the couch in Lando’s driver room before a session. You noticed the way he was always the last one to climb into bed. You noticed. 

But it wasn’t until the next race weekend where you and Lando did anything about it. 

It was a Thursday—a media day—and the boys had some time before the conference. The three of you were in Lando’s driver room, a speaker playing some playlist he had put on around forty minutes ago. You and Lando were sprawled over the couch, but Oscar seemed to stay back. He sat on the massage bed, legs swinging and thumbs twiddling as he mostly just listened to you and Lando. 

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear you calling out his name until you climbed off Lando, making your way to stand between his open legs and gently placing your hand on his knee to get his attention. 

Oscar’s head snapped up in surprise, his whole body freezing as he stared at you with an unreadable expression.

“What’s going on?” You murmured, your brows furrowing together as you tried to understand the emotions swirling in his eyes. “You’re being quiet.”

Oscar swallowed harshly. “I’m always quiet.”

“Never this quiet,” Lando supplied as he watched from his spot on the couch, his eyes darting between you and Oscar.

“I’m fine,” he said, and something about the words sounded strained. “You don’t have to worry about me.” 

You frowned. “We’re always gonna worry about you, Oscar.” 

And maybe that was his final straw. Maybe he was tired of keeping it all in. Maybe he was tired of resisting the way his fingers twitched to reach out for either one of you. Maybe he was just exhausted from letting his thoughts eat away at him. Maybe he was just so fucking done of having his brain be his only company in the past few weeks.

You had your arms wrapped around him the second you noticed his eyes tearing up, and it was as though the last of his resolve broke. His arms wound around your waist, holding you close as he buried his face in your shoulder and cried. 

“It’s just a lot,” he managed to get out between soft sobs, his breaths staggering as you continued to rub up and down his back. “I know I should be happy to be in F1 but it’s harder than I thought, which sounds stupid but—”

There was another hand on him, fingers pushing through his hair before lifting his head up so he could see Lando standing beside you. “It’s not stupid,” he said with a shy smile, shaking his head. “It’s a lot, but you’re doing so well.”

Oscar gulped. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

“Then we will be here to remind you,” you murmured as your hands squeezed his sides in reassurance. “Whatever you need from us, you can ask. We just wanna help.”

A few beats of silence passed before he spoke. 

“This helps,” he admitted, his voice quiet and shy as his arms tightened around you. “It really helps.”

“See, you just had to tell us, baby,” you murmured with a smile before you guided him off the massage bed and towards the couch you and Lando were on moments ago. It took less that a few minutes before the three of you were sprawled on the small couch, a pile of limbs with Oscar squished between you both but it was exactly what he wanted. 

It was exactly what he needed.

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[leclerced]

Heyyy hope you have a good day, i come bearing new thots

Credit where credit’s due, the idea is an old and deleted roger Taylor fic and not from me.

HOWEVER. Im now obsessed with this scenario with either lando or oscar (ill let you choose <3)

Roommate!AU !!!

Imagine you’re friends and roommates with lando or oscar and he has to study for his upcoming biology exam at uni. The topic? Female reproductive organs🤭

He just genuinely struggles with understanding the anatomy of a vagina and that picture in his damn book is absolutely not recognisable.

And since him and reader are friends and she doesn’t think thoughts all the way through she offers him to look at hers. I mean hes seen her shirtless a million times its nbd.

And staring at her beautiful pussy really does help him - to an extend. Hes so into his studies he doesn’t really process that he asked her „can i touch it??“ and she just goes along with it bc it’s already lowkey awkward and theres no turning back now.

She tries to not make it more awkward by suppressing her moans when his finger brush over her clit all while hes just identifying parts with his thoughts oblivious to what he does to her.

And she cant keep in the moan when he pushes his fingern in and suddenly he realises what hes doing. But he sneakily keeps going until she cums and hes trying his best to keep up the ignorant act bc shes js too hot like that😩

Got damn it i need a full length version of this fic again 😭

-🫀

i want to write a full length version omfg this is incredible!!! pictured oscar immediately. kinda set in like the early 2000s in my head bc i wanted to mention dvd rentals One Time and that's not a thing anymore but that's the world i grew up in LMAO

sorry i like got too into this at first and forgot i made plans to game with my friend and rushed the ending im sorry. added read more bc it's just over 1k <3 i think i like this a lot other than the ending idk . lmk what u think i hope it meets the expectations set by the original

reader thinks oscar's an innocent idiot but he just probably shouldn't be in medical school because while he can find the clit, he certainly doesn't know the name of it.

Her roommate has been staring at the same page for half an hour, they're seated on opposite ends of the couch, leaning against the arms and facing each other. She has a Stephen King novel leaned on her propped up knees and Oscar has an open textbook balanced on one thigh and a notebook open to a blank page on the other. After another frustrated sigh leaves him, she drops her book on the coffee table and leans over to see what he's looking at. She almost laughs when she sees the miniature sketch of a vagina, "You know, the DVD rental place down the street has rated X movies."

Oscar snorts, "I'm trying to work, leave me alone. I'm supposed to learn all the anatomical names of a vagina, but the only drawing I have is in this stupid book."

She leans in further to the diagram and hums, "That's a horrible diagram, no wonder you're getting nothing done. How old is that that textbook?" He shrugs and stretches back over the arm of the couch, "Probably like thirty, the professor wrote it himself and he's ancient."

Her eyes get pulled to his hips as he reaches behind his head and groans, his shirt lifting the slightest to reveal soft skin before he drops his arms back down. She licks her lips as she directs her gaze up to his face, "I could show you mine, if you want." The swift inhale Oscar makes is audible, he keeps his gaze locked on the books in his lap as he says, "Really?" Instead of verbally agreeing, she just scoots back to where she was leaning moments before on the arm of the couch and shimmies her shorts down before she can think twice. She giggles at the look on Oscar's face as she kicks the shorts off her ankles and he takes in the sight of her panties, lacy and red. "Are you sure?"

She shrugs and teases, "Well it's not like they have 3D models. I'm sure, I wouldn't have offered otherwise. Are you sure?" He nods slowly and she tugs her panties down her thighs and smirks at the blush that creeps up his cheeks as she drops them on his lap. She doesn't know where the sudden confidence has come from, but she feels no shame as she opens her legs to him. She drops one foot to the floor and the other lifts to rest on the back of the couch. Oscar holds her eye for a moment before she watches his gaze drift down her body and he starts to lean in before pausing, "Can I get closer?" She nods at his question and answers, "As close as you want." Oscar lurches forwards, knocking the forgotten textbook to the floor as he fumbles to grab his pen and notebook to take notes.

She can't read his chicken scratch handwriting, so whatever he's scrawling about her pussy is undecipherable to her as she watches him analyze her. She's trying not to think about how this could be weird, how it is weird to offer to let your roommate use you as an anatomy dummy. It's not really the first time. He's done other things, like when he needed to practice IVs so she let him give her a banana bag the next time she was hungover. She liked teasing him about it, calling him Doctor Piastri when she let him listen to her heart with his stethoscope. Or when she comes down with a cold and she calls him into her room to diagnose and treat her, and he brings her cold medicine and soup from the deli down the street.

She's pulled out of her thoughts when he clears his throat and she meets his eyes before she hums quizzically. The pink tint that had spattered his cheeks turns into a bright red as he asks, "Can I touch you?"

She almost thinks she didn't hear him correctly, but there's no way he could have said anything else, so she tries to joke, "So you're a hands on learner, then?"

Oscar quickly counters, "Yeah, do you mind?"

It's her turn to lose her breath as she stupidly nods and blushes as she takes in the realization that he's about to touch her pussy. In the name of science, she agrees, "No, go ahead." Then, his hand is on her pussy and his focus is entirely on the space between her legs as he spreads her lips apart and she has to close her eyes and force her mind to other places as he tilts his had interestedly. She wishes she could stop her body from reacting to his touch, but she can't. Not when he pulls back the hood of her clit, she hears him writing something, then there's a soft pressure on her clit and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to not react. She tells herself not to make any sounds so it won't be weird, he's just trying to study, he's not doing anything to her really.

She can feel the wetness build under his fingers as he slips them down to her entrance and back up. She hears Oscar mutter something but she can't make it out over the blood rushing through her head as he presses his fingers back against her clit. "Is this... The labia?" The laugh she lets out is half a moan, "That's the- clit. Labia are the lips." He dips his fingers down and pinches one lightly, "This?"

She's somehow endeared by the curiosity, and sighs, "Yeah. That. Minora. The outer one is majora."

Oscar lets out a little huff, "How do you know the names? You're not even taking anatomy." His fingers find her clit again, this time lightly pinching it, and her thighs tense as he mumbles, "Clit." She hears his pen scratching across his paper and then dips his finger down to her entrance and presses inside. She wonders what he's thinking as he slowly thrusts his finger in and out of her, his other hand still writing on the paper. It's not until he slips a second finger inside of her and curls them as he suddenly presses his thumb to her clit that she breaks her silence, a whimper falling from her lips as the unexpected pleasure hits her. She somehow doesn't realize then that this isn't his first time like she thought when she saw the surprised look on her face. Then she flutters her eyes open and immediately realizes it because he's already looking up at her, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. She gasps, "You- you didn't really need help, did you?"

He shrugs innocently, "I still don't know the names, could you remind me?" She can't tell if he's being serious or not as he quickens his thumb on her clit and she's saved from responding as he pushes up her body and presses his lips to hers hungrily.

[aliwritex]

Hey I don't know if your request are open but...

Could you do max/fem reader ft oscar or lando

Not a pre existing throuple but def Poly in the end.

Coming back from the club from celebrating his win with the other drivers. *You can pick which other drivers are in the van.)She was dancing and teasing him all night in her little black dress. He wasnt the onky one that noticed. she gives him head in the back of the party van.

Tipsy/drunk max = horny max = cuddly max

I really want to see max not caring at all if someone (the other drivers) notice what they are doing he has no chill. If someone saw he'd be like mind your business and it's clearly why they always sit in the back when on group outings. Other are so used to it but like maybe oscar or lando not used to the dynamic blushing when they see.

Drunk chatter, music no one notices or maybe they do.

Maybe the back is a 3 sitter and he's sitting next to them falling asleep or not feeling too good. He's not used to partying as hard. They bring him back to the hotel. Pisatri cant find his bedroom keys so they take him with. Max is a bit more sober now puts oscar to bed and his gf next. cuddles in bed while she praises him for his win. he fingers her while holding hands with a cuddly oscar.

In the morning maybe they find out oscar wasnt asleep in the bed when it went down and hes like well that was hot let's do it again.

Hey, this is a little different and definitely shorter. I might make this into an actual one shot someday but here’s the drabble.

Japan 2023.

Your boyfriend’s 13th win of the season and Oscar Piastri’s first podium in formula one. You had to celebrate.

You landed in a club that someone suggested was good, the word spread out and there you were with all of your boyfriend’s coworkers. Already a little tipsy you decided to take the dance floor, your hips loosening to the rhythm of the foreign music. Max’s eyes were on you the entire time, but so were the brown pair that watched from afar. Max was going feral in his seat, watching and cussing himself for agreeing to go out when all he really wanted was to have you spread out and begging for him.

When he finished his second drink he got up from the seat and made his way to you. His crotch meeting the curve of your ass as his hand pulled you closer by the waist and your head dropped on his shoulder. His thoughts had gotten the best of him for the last couple of minutes and made his blood rush down his body. You felt the slight erection poking at your back as he danced with you for a bit.

“You feel that, right?” you nodded “C’mere” he guided you away from the dance floor, pulling you through the people till he reached the bathroom. He looked to make sure the stalls were empty before taking off his jacket and throwing it on the floor in front of his feet. “C’mon, schat, you know what to do.”

You kneeled in front of him, hands immediately undoing his belt and his jeans. You kissed his growing shaft through his underwear, nails hooking under the band and pulling down slowly. Max didn’t mind that you were taking your time, he loved to watch you on your knees anyway, so he ran a hand through your hair sweetly as you pulled him out of his pants. You kissed and licked his tip before letting your jaw fall open to take him in. Your mouth stretched when you got to the base, your hands met his hips to pull away slightly when he touched the back of your throat.

Max’s eyes now watched you impatiently so you looked up at him as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat, a slight tap on his thigh letting him know what to do. His fingers tangled into your hair and pushed your head forward, slowly picking up his movements till he was fucking your mouth. You took everything you could, trying not to gag but he was too big for you, his moves had you chocking around him every couple minutes, your tipsy self not being able to keep up with all you told your body to do.

“You can do it yourself, then, schat. Careful” he told you, holding your face by the chin and tapping your lips with his cock.

You nodded and placed your hands back at his base, twisting and pumping as you took him to your mouth. Your tongue worked around his head and on his underside every time you pulled away.

He had started to let out moans by the time Oscar opened the door. None of you noticed at first, Max too distracted with your mouth and you had your back turned to the entrance. Oscar just stood at the door, watching the way your head bobbed and imagining how fucking warm it must feel. When max’s eyes caught him he was gone, there was no way he could defend himself, it was clear that he had been there a while, the bulge in his pants being a dead give away.

“Fuck, baby, put on a show, we got a crowd” he teased.

“I’m sorry, mate, I just wanted to use the bathroom, got distracted. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t really make up who the voice behind you was but if Max wasn’t bothered then neither were you.

“Not to worry, she doesn’t mind it. Do you, love?” you shook your head with him in your mouth, the move making him groan “Come look” Oscar walked over to you hesitantly but when he saw the way your lips wrapped around Max his blood all rushed down, all rational thinking gone. “She’s pretty, yeah?”

You finally recognized Oscar, the man who stood next to your boyfriend on the podium earlier, as he nodded to max, a blush adorned his face from ear to ear. One of your hands left Max and reached for the leg of the man who stood next to him, eyes looking up to get approval before you proceeded. He gave you a nod and you looked up at Oscar waiting on his own approval, after earning it your hand traveled further up. You first gave him a squeeze through his jeans and started undoing them, your hand quickly sneaking into his underwear.

“Is this okay?” you asked properly and he nodded again.

He watched closely as your mouth took Max’s cock in again and your right hand wrapped around his own. You matched the movements of your head to your hand, both men getting the best you could give them for a while before you had to concentrate on Max. As soon as he started twitching in your mouth your right hand stopped around Oscar, the one around your boyfriend jerked him as you sucked hardly on his tip. In seconds you had him coming in your mouth.

As usual, you opened your mouth to show Max his cum on your tongue and swallowed it, opening it again so he could see you got it all. The action had Oscar throwing his head against the wall as you kept on pumping him in your hand.

“We can take this back to the hotel if you wanna get finished” Max told him as he did his jeans and belt up.

“Are you sure?” he asked without looking at any of you, his eyes shut tight as you pleasured him.

“Yes, Oscar, we would love to have you.” you confirmed before kissing his tip and letting him go of your grip.

“Okay, then, give me a second and I’ll meet you outside, yeah?”

“Yeah” you whispered softly as Max helped you up and picked up his jacket from the floor

[buckyhad]

Baby fever

Pairing: soft!dark!Oscar Piastri x reader

Tw: slut-shaming, some breeding kink, pushing for a yes, cockwarming

Oscar was so relaxed after his first win on F1, just like he always was.

But he was burning with excitement inside, thinking about all the ways he could celebrate.

Searching for his girl through the crowded garage, mood going sour when he didn't find you, asking one of his mechanics "At Williams, with Logan" he said.

Oscar didn't find a problem on your friendship with Logan, until now, you were supposed to be with him when his first win happend, not helping his friend.

Fuming towards the blue garage, feeling his ears ringing with all the cheers and congratulations.

Spotting you across the building, with a hand on the american's shoulder while talking to him. He stopped suddenly when he saw that the two of you were talking with some woman, who was holding a baby. Watching you being all motherly and sweet just got his excitement going again.

Making his head go again to that place he often tried to hide, you with a big bump, carrying his baby. But what better way to celebrate his first win, than that.

"Love, lets go back to the hotel" he said once he reached your side "I'm sorry for how you race ended mate" he said hugging his friend before parting ways.

+++

Oscar felt that the car ride went for ages, trying to stay as calm as he could. But once both of you reached your hotel room, he was all over you, kissing and licking and squeezing.

"Slow down love" you said breathing through kisses.

"Fuck, no" he said pulling you closer by the back of your neck "Wanted to put my hands on you since I go off the car" slowly making your way to the bed in the middle of the room "Even worse when I saw you with that baby" he panted while taking of the straps of your white summer dress.

"You want a baby?" You chuckled while removing his McLaren's shirt.

"Gonna fuck one into you tonight" Oscar left a trail of wet kisses on your neck.

You laughed a little bit, thinking that your boyfriend was joking, or just going along with the moment.

"What?" He asked "You don't want to?".

"Of course I want to love, but not now" you said the true when he stopped.

"Why not?" He furrowed his eyebrows while looking down at you.

"It's too soon Oscar, we are so young, you just started your career".

"Even better, I really think we should have one now" he said pulling you by your waist.

"I don't think it's the best idea" you repeated.

"You don't want to, do you want to be with someone else?" He said with pain in his voice.

"No, of cour-"

"That's why you're dress like that? That's why you were comforting my friend?" His eyes got red with tears.

You flinched at his harsh words "No Osc, of course not that's not the reason" you tried to reason with him, not wanting to see him cry.

"Then have a baby with me, please" he begged.

"Okay, fine" you gave in, watching the light come back to his face.

"I love you" he said before attacking your lips again, not even bothering to take off your underwear, pushing it to the side before running his fingers through your folds, testing your entrance to slowly push a finger in.

"So wet, cant wait to have you dripping with my cum" he mumbled.

"More, please" you asked.

"Fuck it" he said before manhandling you on you hands and knees before slamming inside "So good" he cried, grabbing your neck to get you back flush against his chest, his other hand roaming your body till he found your clit, quickly pushing you towards the edge.

"Love, I-" "I know, I know" he chanted while keeping the pace.

Fucking you through your orgasm, following behind, both of you collapsing on the bed and rolling on your sides.

While he was spooning you, you felt him slip his dick back inside "Cant let any drop get to waste" he said before kissing your shoulder.

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A/N: wrote this from one of my friends ideas, so good, love dark oscar

@matchtaco lo prometido es deuda hermana

[midmourn]

my boy

title my boy

pairing lee donghyuck x gender neutral!reader

summary your boyfriend doesn’t love you like he says he does.

warnings angst, cheating

word count 905

author's note repost from my old blog <3

my boy's being sus', he was shady enough, but now he's just a shadow.

duckie♡ : cant make it tonight, busy.

Your lips pressed together tightly, turning your lips a pale white before you let out a sigh and didn’t bother to send a text back. Instead, you tossed it to the side and kicked off your shoes. You shrugged off your jacket and threw it into the corner in annoyance, rolling your eyes at — you didn't even know who you were annoyed at; yourself or Donghyuck?

You wished you could say this was the first time he had ditched you for another person or something else, but it wasn’t. He had done this so many times before you had lost count which number this occasion was. Half the time, he would tell you a reason but recently, he hadn’t.

You’ve had fights about it, and the most recent one was a couple of days ago, and he had promised you he would make it up to you by going out on a date -- tonight. Which he missed, again. Your friends and mother kept telling you that you needed to actually talk it out, or break up with him. You promised them you’d talk it out and if that didn’t work out, you’d break up with him. You tried to talk to him at least twice since they told you, but he always shut you down.

Your phone lit up and your eyes glanced over to it, hoping it’d be a text from Donghyuck, explaining why he couldn’t make it, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was a notification from Twitter about the damn Oscars. Huffing, you turned away from your phone and turned your TV back on to watch Netflix again.

my boy my boy, my boy don't love me like he promised. my boy my boy my boy, he ain't a man, and sure as hell ain't honest.

You stormed into your apartment, hearing his feet hit the ground in a hasty way to make it to you in time before you slammed the door shut. “Y/N, wait!” You pressed your hand against the door harshly, but his foot got in between the doorway and door. You swallowed roughly, feeling the tears build up in your eyes as you watched him force the door open, forcing your hands off the door. He shut it behind him, his face falling at the sight of your teary eyes.

“Y/N,” he reached to grab your hand but you quickly slapped his hand away from you.

“Do not touch me,” you hissed, feeling anger build up inside you. “Seriously, Donghyuck?” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you willed tears not to fall. You couldn’t make yourself seem weak in front of him, even though that was exactly where you were. “How long has this been going on?”

“I-”

“I don’t want a bullshit answer,” you snapped. “I want the truth, and I think that I at least deserve that after every bullshit lie you’ve ever given me.”

“Not long,” Donghyuck murmured.

“How long?!”

His head hung low, “Almost three months.”

“Oh, my God,” you felt sick to your stomach and you clenched your hands into fists, shaking your head. “You- you, oh, my fucking God! You asshole!” Your hands pushed his chest, bumping him into the door. “Three months? And you didn’t ever decide that I didn’t deserve this? That I didn’t deserve to be lied to and cheated on for so long? Why didn’t you just break up with me?” Your voice started off as angry and loud and then as you finished up, your voice sounded weak and hurt.

my boy's an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liar, and by that I mean he said he'd "change.”

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed, lifting his head to reveal his tear streaked face and you wondered how long he had took acting lessons for. “I’ll change, Y/N, I promise. I love you.”

“Bullshit,” you whispered, feeling a tear drop down your cheek.

“What?” Donghyuck asked, his voice hushed.

“Bullshit!” Your voice grew louder, “It’s bullshit! All of it, every single compliment, every ‘I love you’! You never loved me, you just didn't want to be alone.”

“That’s not true,” Donghyuck argued, shaking his head.

“Yes it is, because you don’t hurt the people you love, and you don’t lie to them, either,” you said.

you want me to be yours, well, then you gotta be mine.

Donghyuck shook his head, changing the subject, “I want you. I want you to be mine.”

“I was,” your voice grew quiet. “And then you ruined that by not being mine.” You swallowed and walked past him, avoiding his attempt to grab your hand. You twisted the door knob and opened the door, turning to face him but you didn’t stare at him, instead staring at the wall behind him. “Goodbye, Donghyuck. If you’re lucky, you’ll never see me again.” And I will be, too, you wanted to add.

Donghyuck continued to stare at you and he finally seemed to get the hint, walking past you to step outside your apartment. You didn’t turn to face him, but he wanted to have the last word -- like always. “I love you,” he tried one last time.

“For once in your life, just stop lying,” you whispered before shutting the door, and him out of your life.

masterlist. rules. asks.

[skibidilando]

A Day at quadrant: LN4 (Part 2)

Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx

Also i tried to change my like writing style thing cause i feel like it was shit last time but yeah idk

Lando x quadrant fem reader

Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..

Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)

Well wasn't last week a fucking eventful week. You still cant stop thinking about Lando right next to you comforting you about what happened. You're starting to feel better about the whole issue and get some support from people online and all the other members of quadrant, but fuck that was just shit. You haven't been in any quadrant videos since, but you're in a better place now and probably need to start participating in them more.

Lando and ethan make the idea of quadrant meeting up at landos apartment and trying to train like him for a day. You aren't exactly looking foward to it but oh well, at least Ria is going. You text your gc back and tell them that you will do it too. Then, you get a message.

Lando: are you 100% sure ur okay to come back and film already? you dont have to if you dont want to.

Y/n: yep. I need to get in more videos and im feeling better anyways, thanks for asking.

Lando: all good

Well that was polite and unexpected of Lando to reach out, but whats more unexpected is for your panties to be soaked right now over 2 text messages. well fuck, oopsies.

That night all you can think of is Lando, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, but he was circling around your head like it was an f1 race. You decide to get your head out of it and call Ria to come over and have a chat, since she is your best friend after all. Shortly she pulls up to your apartment in Monaco, funning in bursting of excitement to see you.

"RIAAAAAAA!" you shout when you open the door for her. "Y/NNNN" she replied back. You give her a hug and make her a cup of coffee just how she likes it. You guys sit and chat about the f1 grand prix in Bahrain coming up, and how you hope Lando continues to have a good season with Oscar this year. "Did you see the chat about the new yt vid we doing" You ask Ria. "omg yes and they are bringing angry ginge in I heard" Ria replies back.

"STOP IT" you yell back laughing. You love ginge and his videos, who wouldn't? he's a very very funny bloke. "OMG i''m definitely coming tomorrow then to the recording are you kidding?".

Unfortunately time goes by when you're having fun, and Ria was the most fun, so she had to go a few hours later which felt like minutes. Besides you both need sleep for the youtube vid you're filming tmr at Lando's. You go to bed and try to sleep as much as you can, which didnt happen lol.

rise and shine love. It's already 6am and time to go to Lando's place to film. Normally you don't have to wakeup early as fuck but for the purpose of the video and "being Lando Norris" you had no choice. You get to his apartment after parking at the front and knock on the door, to which he opens. "hi y/n" he says nicely and gives you a hug. "So good to see you Lando, where is everyone?".

"first here mate" he says almost excitedly. "so what are we actually doing today like playing video games or some shit" you say. "haha your funny mate, we are lifting weights, eating what i eat, using the sim, and neck strengthening" he says laughing at you. "fuck r u taking the piss" you say laughing. "oh my days Landoooo do I look like an f1 driver" you also reply with. "well yeah thats the whole point of the video ya dumb fuck" he replied jokingly.

"hahaha get fucked lando nowins" you snap back. he laughs as you proceed to miss the chair you went to lean on making you flinch and stumble looking like an idiot. he is still laughing which makes you laugh too. "Lando norizz" u reply. "haha you think I have no rizz, funny" he replies egotistically. "yeah i do actually" you don't at all, in fact he hasn't even tried yet he has rizzed you up. "wanna bet?" he snaps out.

you don't have time to think before he pins you against the wall and just looks at you with those hot eyes of his. you can already feel your cheeks burning and your thong getting wet. "you say I have no rizz yet your cheeks are burning, and I bet those panties are more soaked than that porridge you tipped over the counter when you stumbled at my gaze, huh?" he grunts out.

what the fuck just happened, first how did he know and secondly did he just pin you against the wall. not the first time you want that to happen. you know what fuck it if we wants to be like that then he may as well be uncomfortable the whole video.

"how did you know about my tight, black lacy thong i'm wearing over my tight pussy hey? not your first time thinking about it aye?" you tease him, but while walking over to him you see him looking uneasy.

why? because ginge was at the fucking door and heard that, and can see Lando's boner from a mile away. "well bonjour" ginge says laughing. "bonjour mate" lando says as he daps up ginge covering his boner and trying to ignore what just happened.

You already know this video is gonna be the longest set of your life..

sorry its a short one x

[purrple-sectors]

I'm only going to say this once. Idc if you agree with me or not

LANDO HAS EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO BE PISSED AND DISAPOINTED

I love Oscar, for goodness sake he's my favourite driver and IM SO HAPPY HE WON!!!!! But it wasnt Lando's fault what happened, those team orders were shit and what happened on the race will obviously put a bad taste on both of their drivers' mouth

While I do think Oscar deserved the win since he drove very well today, imo after that shitshow that was that second pitstop, Lando also had every right to keep p1. Its fucked to prioritize a driver and then forcing him to swap with his teammate

We cant forget that Lando is atm p2 on the drivers championship, and yes there's a big gap to Max but every point counts. I've been seeing people calling Lando selfish for what happened and yea if he had taken the win he would have been selfish, but then we do admit that past WDC were selfish and praise their doings. Why do we negatively accuse only Lando of being selfish?? Its hypocritical.

Lando could have been really selfish and taken the win and the points for his place in the championship, but he didnt and that shows how much he cares about his teammate. Many drivers, like Max let's be honest, wouldn't have done for their teammate what Lando did today. And maybe Lando took alot of time to do the swap but we need to recognize that he wasnt put in a easy position, he had a decent gap when Oscar left the pitlane and had a chance to get more points, how many drivers would have jumped to that chance?

Its McLaren's fault period. Oscar isnt blaming Lando and Lando isnt blaming Oscar, there's no need to make drama where it doesnt exist. McLaren screwed both drivers and in fact Lando is more disappointed with his race start than with what happened later on.

The radios that were shared between the pitwall and the drivers weren't pretty and shows how much the team was at fault. Lando wasnt made aware that he would undercut Oscar, then he was given a "deal" that he would swap positions when his teammate reached him, ofc he would make a gap like any other racing driver would do, and then he was frankly guilt tripped in live tv to let Oscar pass through. I wouldn't be happy if that happened to me and I dont think anyone else would be.

IT WASNT LANDO IT WAS THE POOR STRATEGY THAT TAINTED OSCAR'S MAIDEN WIN

BOTH drivers were put on a tough position. McLaren did shitty strategy calls and then tried to fix the things on the worst way possible, playing with their drivers' feelings, ofc Lando will be pissed!! This was weird and this shouldn't be what racing is.

Once again I'll say that I'm very happy for Oscar's win, I'm very proud of him and I think he totally deserves it!!! Still I think we all should acknowledge that McLaren screwed both of them and that it's normal they aren't feeling well with how the race ended, we should let them sort everything out at their own pace and not be accusing or talking badly about any of them now.

Now we need to wait and see if this decisions will affect anything in the long term but we'll see.

Proud of Oscar tho 🧡

[thyln4gf]

Lets have some fun, shall we?

✞ This is a little different from what i usually do! This piece of work consists of some of my favourite F1 drivers as sexual gestures/things, and shortest, smallest blurbs ever about them (also a song for each). Its made based on purely my intuition and imagination, so just sit back and enjoy i guess.

✞ Word count - 1467

✞ Warnings - heavily sexual content.

✞ Drivers included - Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, George Russel, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Alex Albon, Sebastian Vettel, Jenson Button.

✞ Authors note - requests open! Doesnt matter if you want more for a particular driver, or something completely new.

Charles Leclerc (closer to you - jungkook)

Drunk sex - He's definitely the type to underestimate his limits by a little, or maybe even a lot. Some people would say that those type of decisions are the worst ones that they have ever made. To him? Heaven on earth. Nothings more thrilling to him than the fuzzy feeling taking over his brain, the haze over his eyes - feeling like his body is operating on its own. You know what they say? If you take away one of your senses, the other gets stronger. So by taking away his ability to think properly, he's allowing himself to feel the pleasure even stronger than before. He finds solo sessions like that okay, but with you? Sheesh... He might as well have been a man who wasnt breathing, judging by the desperation he takes and eats you up.

Carlos Sainz (american teenager - ethel cain)

Morning sex - think of him being absolutely exhausted after a hard day at work, coming home to you - youre also exhausted, you were taking care of the kids, ran some errands, took a few calls. So you two cuddle up and fall asleep right away. Now lets take ourselves to the morning - its 7am, and the sun is already shining through the window. He wakes up to the feeling of your warm body, your bare skin against his. He might try to resist his urges at first, but then he'd inhale some of your scent - and he would immediately cave in. You cant resist his offer either, its tempting - being a parent, and having a husband who's always travelling... what could be a more perfect time to get going at it? The drowsiness after a good nights sleep still lingering and the rays of sunshine slipping through the window makes it much, much more addictive.

Max Verstappen (change (in the house of flies) - deftones)

Angry makeout sessions - now, lets be real. Did you expect anything else? This man has a lot of pent up anger. Not enough of that, he's a pretty angry man in general. He can be gentle, yes, and he has showed you exactly that multiple times. But one has to let off some steam and let the anger fade away. To him, making out with you is the perfect medicine. The softness of your lips and his aim to please you distracts his brain, and his senses get busy by letting his hands squeeze and caress your body anywhere he can reach. He seems to love your hips and your thighs - sometimes, he'd grip hard enough to leave some bruises. Not that you mind - it reminds you of the fact that he's yours, that he's desperate for you, and that he's not going anywhere. He needs you.

Daniel Ricciardo (teeth - 5SOS)

Getting handsy at the club/party - he doesn't even need those shots for the confidence, he already has enough. But something about the atmosphere gets him going. Is it the dim lighting? The smell of alcohol, sweat, and all those different perfumes mixed into one? Whatever it may be, he's definitely getting extra touchy. Rubbing your thigh while sitting in the booth, grabbing your waist to dance (not wrapping his hands around you, no - grabbing and squeezing it with his fingers), and all that jazz. Its almost like his hands have a mind of their own - he's far from the possessive type though. He just cant resist the inviting temptation to feel you with his hands.

Lewis Hamilton (renegade - aaryan shah)

Inappropriate thoughts during the wrongest moments - i dont have much explanation for this one, but it just makes sense. It does. Imagine listening to your boss talk about something incredibly boring. The conference is dragging on, on, and on. You can see someone napping, someone is doodling away in their notebook. Him? He's thinking about how he spent the night with you. He's thinking of how pretty your face looked, the tears smudging your mascara all over your cheeks, the pretty sounds you were making. And it was all for him. He quickly gets brought back to the earth as the boss calls his name. He's a lucky bastard though - he was always good at not letting his thoughts show on his face.

Lando Norris (monster - lady gaga)

Public fun - whatever the fun it might be. Anything ranging from caressing your waist in front of a group of people, to having sex in the most unconventional places ever. If there's even the smallest chance of getting away with it? He's doing it. And if the risk is even bigger? Even better. It excites him and turns him on like no other. The only thing thats more exciting about this is you, and the fact that he gets to do all those things to you, with you. Unlike Daniel - this little bitch is possessive as hell. He wont hesitate to give you hickeys where everyone can see them, while everyone can see.

Oscar Piastri (boyfriend - dove cameron)

Worshipping your partner - he's quiet, and he's kind of reserved. Doesnt mean that he's not as nasty as his teammate - just in a different way. He's more private. He'd enjoy being dominated by you, and only you, despite being a dom leaning switch himself. Youre his weakness, his royalty. You could be using him as a mere fucktoy, and he'd let you. He would also probably agree to a threesome with Lando - with the goal of being able to dominate and get dominated. He loved the idea of the whole focus going towards your pleasure - worshipping you.

George Russel (masterpiece - MIW)

The "face-off" - him sitting down on the edge of the bed, feet firmly on the ground, you straddling his lap. Youre grinding against each other, the room getting filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and more and more of his moans. Most importantly? Youre staring into each others eyes. You enjoy watching him turn into putty underneath your touch. You find the way his big eyes look up at you pretty - so you cant resist the urge to ride him until he's actually crying, and cant think of anything else but of getting more. He kisses you as a distraction - its one of the sloppiest makeout sessions that you guys have ever had. But, dont lie to yourself - its one of your favourites as well.

Alex Albon (whore - in this moment)

Using toys - he isnt scared of a little "help" in the bedroom. This man is far from insecure, and it shows. He doesnt see it as a sign of weakness, if anything - he thinks that they help to show his skills and abilities better. He's a giver - he often finishes from giving you the pleasure only. He's also willing to try whatever you want to try - he feels honoured and even flattered that you trust him enough to voice your deepest fantasies. And he will do anything in his power to fulfill them - he wants to hear just how good you moan for him. His pretty princess.

Sebastian Vettel (sonne - rammstein)

Smiling - this man smiles, grins, and smirks through anything, to the point it can make you uneasy sometimes. He's praising you? He's smiling. He's dirty-talking into your ear in front of people? He's smiling. He'll do that anytime, anywhere. But his favourite reason to smile is hearing the sounds you make - he thinks of the fact that they were brought out of your mouth by him, and a smile just slips. The only moment where you can see that smile falter is when he's on his third or fourth orgasm - he simply cant focus on anything else but you and the way your body feels. "Thats it schatz, just like that" - and thats how you know that this man is far gone already.

Jenson Button (diggin' my own grave - FFDP)

Neck kisses - it almost feels like your neck is the staple of his life. He can and will snuggle into it and kiss it any chance he gets. Its not even always sexual - he sometimes does it subconsciously - but its definitely one of his favourite aftercare activities. And you havent complained once. You enjoy the feeling of his warmth lingering on the skin of your neck, and the way it gently tickles whenever he decides to rapidly attack it with the kisses. Your scent and your warmth feels comforting and almost hypnotising to him. But sometimes it just cant help but have the opposite of the calming effect on him - and a second round happens.

[laura1633]

i am a hoe for how you write omega max especially and the way charles is so gentle and affirming to him. absolutely feeding the praise kink!

i also think about when they have a third person involved in a heat (lowkey cant remember who was an omega oops) to help them out literally every day and AHHHHHHH i would love more thoughts lol

Haha thank you 😃, oh I love Omega Max too and I love the way Charles praises him and looks after him.

I am in the middle of writing a little bit of an omegaverse threesome at the moment. There's a very rough first draft of a section below the cut but essentially Charles has to trust another alpha to look after his omega until he can get back to him. Cue two adoring alphas being sweet and praising Max throughout his heat. Please ignore the roughness and errors in this passage 😂

As the bedroom door flies open and Charles comes hurtling in Max starts whining and reaching out for his alpha. It’s only Oscar’s quick reflexes that mean he manages to get a tight enough grip on the omega’s hips to keep them settled on his knot. 

“I’m here. I’m here. Don’t move” Charles clambers into the nest and immediately brings his lips to Max’s, the alpha completely unconcerned that his omega is currently perched on someone else’s lap. 

“Thank you so much” Charles looks genuinely relived as he smiles at Oscar, “I mean it. Thank you”

“Thats… yeah that…” Oscar can’t really process what he is trying to say because he never thought he would be in a scenario where an alpha is thanking him for knotting their omega. Their hot beautiful omega that smells of summertime and giggles and purrs so loudly when they are happy, “sorry about…” Oscar nods down to where his body is currently connected to Max.

“That’s okay” Charles’ voice is soft and smooth as he soothes his hand over Max’s jaw,“You feel good Max?”

Max nods his head and smiles awkwardly. He seems shy all of sudden but is still purring happily as he wiggles his hips and settles back down on to Oscar’s knot. 

“I bet you’ve been so good for Oscar haven’t you?” Charles coos, he looks genuinely proud. Or wildly in love. Actually, Oscar determines that it is a mixture of the two, “Has he been good?” 

“Oh” Oscar realises Charles has diverted his attention back towards him, “Oh he’s been so good. So pretty” It’s Oscar’s turn to blush a little. He’s managed to put on the strong in-control alpha act for as long as Max needed it to feel settled but now with Charles in the room Oscar guesses he doesn’t need to take charge anymore. It’s a relief, his heart is hammering in his chest and he’s just glad he’s managed to keep Max happy and in one piece. It felt very much like he’d been left in charge of some precious irreplaceable cargo. 

“Did you hear that baby?” Charles’ smile widens, “Oscar said how pretty you are. What do you say to Oscar?”

“Thank you” Max bites his lip and smiles. He looks so different to when he’s climbing out of the car and pumping his fist in the air, there’s a rosy glow to his cheeks as he glances between the two alphas. Oscar's always been fond of Max, much like anyone who spends any real time with the omega but now he thinks he truly understands why Charles is madly in love, Max is special in ways he couldn't even have begun to imagine.

[brittany-and-lewis]

y’all have got to understand oscar did absolutely nothing wrong, he was within the parameters mclaren has set. but those parameters are WRONG.

as an oscar stan…lando could’ve had an additional 10 points today if mclaren had prioritized him. suddenly a 52 point gap with 8 races to go doesn’t seem that bad, does it? i dont, cant, for the life of me understand why mclaren wouldn’t go after both the championships considering that the constructors is literally just around the corner?? why ruin the perfectly lovely friendship between your drivers, ruin the amazing pairing you’ve got here and ostracize lando while you’re at it….because of an ideal? a philosophy that mclaren is a two driver team? i’m sorry but in f1 that shouldn’t mean shit.

lando has the drivers within reach if mclaren get their FUCKING act together.