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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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19 Feb 2026
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Post-race and high on ego, Lando decides to poke the bear. He wants to see Oscar break — wants to be put in his place. Oscar obliges. The brat gets what he asked for: manhandled, used, spread wide, and ruined. And Oscar? Oscar’s never been more in love.
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09 Feb 2026
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“You here to congratulate me?” he says, voice bright, cheeks flushed from the win, from the noise, from the ego. He tilts his head, all pretty elegance.
Max doesn’t answer. Just stalks forward until he’s toe-to-toe with him, until the smell of Charles’ sweat and champagne and heat floods his nose. “Congratulations?” Max growls, voice low and poisonous. “For what? Ruining my race? Driving like a fucking brat?”
Charles’ smile sharpens, a playful glint lighting his eyes. “I got P2,” he says simply, voice almost lighthearted, as if that explains everything. “Don’t be sore just because you couldn’t keep up.”
Max’s hand snaps out, grabs the back of Charles’ neck, fingers curling tight into the sweaty curls at his nape. He leans in, breath hot against Charles’ ear. “You’ve got no idea how close I came to running you off the track. Lucky for you, all I want is to fuck you so hard you forget everything else —especially how to drive.”
OR: Charles clips Max at the race, so Max punishes his bratty omega by making him remember his true purpose. [UPDATED 8/28/25]
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26 Dec 2025
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Oscar was ashamed. He always was when he did this.
Head on a ridiculously fluffy hotel pillow as he scrolls his Twitter mentions with an unrecognizable expression. But he can feel that pull of heat in his chest, that sensation telling him he loves the attention. The attention from random individuals; praising him, complementing him and giving generous tips. Tips he so obviously doesn’t need. An F1 driver with a secret Twitter account that consisted of him putting himself into slutty positions and female clothing? He’d be burnt at the stake.
heavily inspired by bunny is a rider by gattungswesen!! ty for that masterpiece
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22 Dec 2025
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Fuck.
Lando just came.
Lando just came from Oscar teasing him—he hadn’t even properly gotten his mouth on him yet. Hadn’t even spread him open, hadn’t even tasted him. And yet, here he was, thighs locked around Oscar’s head, pulsing beneath him.
or when lando is incredibly desperate and oscar is losing his mind
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07 Dec 2025