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oscar piastri's 2024 season

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if you look closely you can see the exact moment his rib's destiny was sealed

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canon

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oscar + oops 🤭

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Thinking about how Landoscar is the only ship name I can think off that uses BOTH their whole names and doesn’t compromise either name this Christmas

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don’t get me wrong I still love watching the Carlos and Daniel era holiday content where there were full blown sets and budgets and multiple camera angles and a whole team on set for filming

but the way landoscar’s approach to festive PR work so perfectly hits my personal media tastes as well as the fact that this is a side of Lando’s humor we usually only see in his streams like, the contrast is so sjsbsbsvshdbbd

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its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr

all of us

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merry christmas to all my beloved lestappies! 🎄

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Yes to Oscar and dead poets society. Easily could’ve been another member. And then just the aesthetics: the HAIR!!!, Having gone to boarding school, etc

LIIKEE R U KIDDING MEEE HE JUST SUITS IT!!

hes even got the life changing intensely romantic situationship with his best friend going on..,.,

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norstappen - feminization

dahls said it best- fem lando just writes itself

norstappen + feminization for my kink meme prompts (closed)

wc- 912, includes feminization and light dom/sub undertones

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“On your knees,” Max commands, one hand fisted in Lando’s curls. The strands between his fingers are crunchy with product, some kind of fancy mousse Lando had started using recently. He says it makes his curls look better. Prettier. Max is inclined to agree.

Lando goes willingly. He’s quiet for once, staring up at Max through long lashes that are dark, thicker than usual. Max realizes dumbly that he’s wearing fucking mascara.

On his knees, Lando is slack-jawed, panting breaths out through his rosy lips. Max is pretty sure he’s wearing some kind of lip gloss, and he confirms his suspicion by thumbing over Lando’s puffy bottom lip. His finger comes away sticky.

“Fuck, you did all of this for me?” Max asks, bringing his hand back to Lando’s hair. He grips it tight and pulls, forcing Lando to tip his head back. Lando squeezes his eyes shut and tries to nod. He can’t move his head enough, but the desperate jerks get the point across.

“Words, Lando.” Lando opens his eyes again, whining when he meets Max’s hungry gaze.

“Yeah, just for you,” he breathes, raspy and fucked out. “Max, please.”

Max is sure Lando doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. Lucky for him, Max does.

“You got all pretty for me, huh? Put on makeup just so I can ruin it.” Lando tries to nod again, but Max only grips tighter. There are already tears lining Lando’s lashes, and Max is so gone for him. 

Max releases his hold on Lando’s hair, laughing softly when Lando hums discontentedly. He pats Lando’s cheek once, twice, before bringing his hands to his belt to take it off. 

“No- let me,” Lando interrupts, stopping Max’s hands. 

He doesn’t undo Max’s belt. He’s waiting. 

“Fuck, you want to do it for me? Want to be my good girl?” he asks, smiling wide when Lando’s eyes roll back in his skull, white scleras framed by makeup-darkened lashes. He’s going to look so good- so pretty- when that mascara is running down his cheeks.

“Go ahead.”

That’s what Lando was waiting for. Permission. 

As soon as he’s given it, Lando dives in like a man starving. His hands fumble with the buckle of Max’s belt, and he pulls it too fast, nearly whipping himself in the face with the end. He’s so eager, and it drives Max fucking insane.

Lando pulls Max’s stupid skinny jeans and boxers down his thighs, sighing happily when Max’s cock bobs out in front of his face. Max nearly chokes when Lando gets a hand around him, because his nails are painted. 

He’s going to lose his fucking mind- the juxtaposition of Lando’s big, strong hands topped by pretty red polish sends a kick to his hind-brain, triggers some kind of freudian response he’s never felt before.

“Mouth. Now.” His hands are back in Lando’s hair, pulling him closer to where Max needs him most.

Again, Lando goes willingly. He opens his mouth, sticks out his pretty pink tongue, and takes Max down in one go. He lets Max set the pace, something fast and punishing. The lip gloss he put on smears across Max’s cock, sticky and sweet. Perfect.

Lando relaxes into the feeling, opens his jaw wider, slides his tongue around under Max’s cock. He hollows his cheeks, sucking hard. The pressure is overwhelming to Max, making him drive his hips harder, faster.

Lando’s letting out these desperate whimpers around Max’s cock, and the tears gathered on his lashes have finally fallen, dripping down his ruddy cheeks in long, black streaks. 

Max was right. Lando looks fucking gorgeous like this, absolutely ruined and messy and gagging for it.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well. So good for me, yeah? Such a good girl,” Max babbles. He can feel Lando shift closer, and he groans deep in his chest when he realizes that Lando’s grinding his hips down on Max’s foot.

“You want to touch yourself? Play with your clit while you suck me off?” Lando chokes out a moan through his mouthful of cock, nodding quickly. His teeth graze Max’s dick, and Max has to stop himself from coming. 

“Do it. Make yourself come for me,” he says. Lando drops one of his hands off of Max’s thigh, pressing the heel of his palm into his cock and rutting up into the pressure.

Max drags a thumb through the mascara running down Lando’s face, smudging the black over his cheekbone. Lando’s eyes flutter closed, and Max can tell he’s basking in the sensation.

“So fucking pretty, Lando. My pretty girl.” 

Lando comes, his hips stuttering against his hand, whining long and hard around Max’s cock. 

The combination of the vibration on his dick and watching Lando fall apart under him, just for him, makes Max follow not long after. His hand tightens in Lando’s hair, holding his head steady as he comes down Lando’s throat. Lando swallows every last drop.

Lando pulls off once Max is spent, pressing his cheek into Max’s thigh. He’s got a sated smile on his face, and his eyes are distant and glassy. 

Max steps back, pulls his pants back up, and drops to his knees next to Lando. He grasps Lando’s face between his hands, runs his thumbs through the mess on his cheeks and around his mouth. Lando smiles wider.

“Thank you,” Max says, deeply and sincerely. Lando doesn’t respond, just pushes forward and presses a long, messy kiss against Max’s mouth.

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boy you are getting caught in 4k get a grip!!

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“Who would you be most likely to meet up with over Christmas? […] Are you gonna play padel with anyone?”

“It can be Lando, it can be Oscar, you know like…”

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how can I lift a comforting hand when you bound them in the first place

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max’s dream threesome kinda goes crazy

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aston martin is so diverse… beautiful

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The moment Lance is reminded of the age difference between him and Fernando always gets me.