DeadHoney
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Lando’s been using phantom touch on his soulmate for ages—small things, harmless things, just enough to keep himself entertained. A tap here, a brush there. Nothing serious.
Until one painfully boring debrief, he decides to tickle them.
Across the room, Oscar Piastri chokes, jerks, and falls clean out of his chair.Lando suddenly isn’t bored anymore.
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Lando shows up to the circuit bouncing on his feet, fresh-pressed and smug, wearing the shirt.
The shirt from the most recent upload. A thin cream-white thing with faded blue stripes. It had been rumpled in the video, clinging to sweat-slicked skin while a dildo was being fucked into a hole Oscar now knows too well.
Lando bites into a banana and says, “You good?”
Oscar blinks. Thinks about pressing Lando against the wall and having his way with him. Sending Lando off to media duties with a stretched hole and come trickling down his thighs. “Yeah. Fine.”
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Oscar stumbles upon a camboy account that looks a lot like Lando. It ruins his focus, rewires his brain, and makes him want things he shouldn't.Series
- Part 8 of landoscar works by this anon
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Soulmarks are meant to help you find the one—little symbols that show up at eighteen and change colour based on your soulmate’s emotions. Yellow means they’re happy. Blue means they’re sad. Dark gray means they’re probably not feeling anything at all.
Oscar’s mark doesn’t do that. He has Sentisoma Syndrome—his soulmark glows white and crushes his ribs every time his soulmate so much as thinks about him.
Meanwhile, Lando’s mark has no time for normal emotions. Just admiration. Longing. And unfortunately, more sexual desire than he knows what to do with.
They’re teammates.
It’s going great.
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“Dude, Spiderman was opposite the building again! He’s been there so much recently, I’m starting to think he lives here or something.”
Oscar choked on a french fry, lightly patting his chest and grabbing his drink to wash it down. “Have you thought about the fact that he probably likes the area?”
“No! He goes there with a hoodie and a backpack, he’s probably on his way home or something! Could you imagine? Spiderman could actually live in the flats opposite us!” Lando exclaimed, turning his head to the window and he could slightly see the same building. The world now becoming suffocated by the increasing darkness, the sunset long gone.
Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose, “I think you’re reading into this way too much, mate.”
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Lando is obsessed with the friendly-neighbourhood Spiderman and Oscar is his good best friend that listens.