Spooky 🎃

may i pretty please request some more somno? “your protector” knocked me flat on my back 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

filling alongside another anon prompt for landoscar cnc :)

somno + lando with a pussy (for reasons including but not limited to: i could not stop thinking about lando norris’s g-spot)

prompt 3/?

You wouldn’t know what they were planning on doing, if you were a fly on the wall. The day goes the same as most of their Woking trips: sim sessions, media duties, chatting with the factory staff.

Lando has a meeting with Zak and picks up a few more hickeys while Oscar meets with Andrea – an hour of body worship in low, soft Italian as Andrea pulls him apart with his tongue.

So Lando and Oscar are both pleased and loose when they meet back at their rental flat for dinner. They share a meal over the type of easy conversation they’ve earned from being teammates for so long. It’s domestic – routine, even.

But then night falls.

As Lando’s washing his face before bed, he catches Oscar’s eye in the mirror. He’s wearing one of Oscar’s faded boarding school t-shirts, long enough to graze the tops of his thick thighs. “Was thinking, Osc. Could you do it tonight, then?”

Oscar’s hand pauses on his toothbrush, but he resumes a scant moment later as though his head’s not instantly flooded with memories. A dark room, Lando’s sleepy huffs of breath. Unloading inside him with four more hours left to sleep.

“Yeah?” he asks, rinsing his mouth under the tap.

“Mm-hmm,” Lando returns, calm and happy. He swipes on some lip balm and turns to go back to bed with a cheeky smile. Oscar just watches the sway of his hips in the mirror, grinning like an idiot.

They dick around on their phones for a while before turning in for the night – Oscar reading motorsport.com articles, Lando playing online poker like he’s forgotten money has real-world value – and then Lando yawns and settles into Oscar’s side with a sleepy, “Love you.”

Oscar makes himself wait, then.

Two hours, until the ancient alarm clock on the nightstand is flashing single digits. Beside him, Lando is curled in on himself, his back to Oscar. One knee is drawn up, and he’s breathing deeply, chest rising and falling rhythmically. The bathroom light is still on across the room, and Lando’s silhouetted in a warm wash of light.

The duvet is tangled around his waist, but the waistband of his Calvin Kleins is just visible where his t-shirt has rucked up above the curve of his ass. In one slow motion, Oscar reaches out and slides Lando’s panties down, his mouth watering when he sees the cotton stretch over Lando’s tan skin.

His panties are damp – a sizable wet spot catches the low light. In his sleep, Lando makes no reaction. Naughty thing. Must’ve had a nice little dream about what Oscar was going to do to him tonight.

Oscar drops a kiss to his shoulder and then drags the panties down to Lando’s knees. He doesn’t remove them all the way – it’s hotter somehow, like Oscar might need to make him decent again with a moment’s notice.

They’ve got a mirror on the wall back home so that Oscar can watch himself do this bit – but here, it’s left to his vivid imagination. He takes in a deep breath and releases it very, very slowly as he lets the fat head of his cock slip between the swollen lips of Lando’s pussy. It’s an easy slide – Lando’s soaked tonight, his body blindly responding to Oscar’s touch, even though it could be anyone’s fingers, anyone’s cock. It could be Leclerc, or Danny Ric, or…hell, even Mark fucking Webber. Lando would have no way of knowing, wouldn’t he?

The pink, weeping tip of Oscar’s cock pushes through to the other side, appearing just beneath the hard knob of Lando’s clit. As gently as he can manage, and anchoring one palm on Lando’s hip to keep the bedframe from shaking, Oscar builds to a steady pace, fucking him and yet not fucking him. He rocks his hips, cock pushing between Lando’s pussy lips with a sinful squelch. His cock pulses as he pauses to catch his breath, and Lando makes a soft moan, curls shifting on the pillow.

Oscar stays very still and watches his face, making sure he stays asleep. Nothing passes across Lando’s slack face. Satisfied that he’s under enough, Oscar carefully twines their fingers together and resumes.

He’s not actually penetrating Lando, but it feels – insanely – like he’s buried deep within him. Oscar gets off on that, too – the idea that he’s just shamelessly rutting against Lando’s sloppy cunt like a teenager trying to keep an abstinence pledge, trying to make it to marriage without just sticking it in.

He pulls out halfway to give himself better access to Lando’s hole. He tucks one tapered finger inside Lando’s body, fingerpad curling against the place where he’s spongy, where he gives a little extra beneath Oscar’s touch. Lando doesn’t notice, just continues his deep, heavy breaths. In, out. Oscar rubs inside him in tiny, maddening circles, biting his cheek to keep from moaning at the drip of wetness that’s steadily working its way down his wrist. Lando is soft and pulsing inside – heaped to the brim, taut. Filled.

Oscar presses harder against Lando’s G-spot, curling his fingers right up against Lando’s pelvic bone. Fast, short strokes – the way he’d touch himself if he had a pussy, too.

Lando makes a tiny, hurt sound, and then, without warning, he’s soaking his thighs, Oscar’s cock, the sheets. His thighs slip apart as he does it, the waistband of his panties stretching around his knees. He squirts in his sleep like something out of a porno. The sound of it is electric in the silent room. The trickle of come on the hardwood nearly makes Oscar’s eyes roll back.

Oscar wishes, madly, that he could be a thousand places at once: here, and down between his thighs with his lips sealed around his clit, getting come all over his face, and suckling at his sweet little tits, and lifting Lando’s thigh to fuck his other hole, too. To make him feel good everywhere.

Lando just hums and readjusts in the sheets, oblivious to the mess he’s just made. His eyelashes flutter a bit, but his eyes stay shut. A soft huff of breath, like Oscar’s just covered him with his favorite blanket. He looks peaceful, serene. As though he hasn’t just drenched the mattress.

“Ah—jeez—” Oscar grits out, unable to keep quiet any longer. His cock’s dripping with Lando’s come, shiny and slick like he’s just pissed inside him or something. And fuck, that image – it’s all he can do to pull out and shove his cock against the gusset of Lando’s panties before he’s coming, spunk pooling on the cotton and turning it sodden and see-through. He breathes hard against Lando’s shoulder blade, forcing himself to stay as quiet as he can.

When his orgasm has worked its way through him, he swallows dryly a few times before tucking his cock back into his sweats and then, very carefully, pulling Lando’s panties back up. His own come squishes out the sides, mingling with Lando’s soaked pubes – and Oscar’s cock jerks painfully at the sight. Lando makes a small noise, the way he does when Oscar slips him a little tongue when they’re making out.

Pushing his luck, probably, but Oscar reaches one hand around to press the hot, wet cotton against the seam of Lando’s cunt, gently massaging his come into his pussy through the fabric. Getting his come in every fold, every hidden valley of Lando’s body. Making him thoroughly, completely his.

Lando squirms happily back against Oscar’s chest – Oscar’s touch must feel good.

“That’s it,” Oscar whispers, daring to push his fabric-covered thumb up inside, shallowly fucking Lando with his own soaked panties. “Good, baby. Good, that’s it.”

His pussy’s tight around him, like it’s sucking at Oscar’s fingers, wanting more, wanting him deeper. Oscar is powerless to resist the call of his body: he fits his fingertip against the firm outline of Lando’s clit and massages it, using his own come as lube.

Lando’s whole body goes tense. His brow creases, and he whines in the back of his throat as he trembles through another orgasm – only this one, he wakes up to. He blinks his wide, wet eyes open and gazes up at Oscar even as he’s shuddering through it, his glossy lips parted in wonder. He’s confused for a fraction of a second, and then he’s moaning – a broken string of “yes” and “fuck” that make Oscar throb inside.

Lando’s eyes droop as he works through the aftershocks, and by the time he turns his face into Oscar’s chest, he’s already fast asleep. Oscar noses up the side of his neck and buries his face in his curls, holding him close. He’ll let him doze for a minute, and then when the sheets get tacky and cold, he’ll carry him to the ensuite and give him a bath by candlelight.

He presses his lips to Lando’s temple, and Lando instinctually brings his palm up to hang onto Oscar’s t-shirt – wanting to go with him.

kinkmeme fic recs

I wish there were fic posts for these that I could reblog, so in the absence of that (and the spirit of just having pressed 'post' on a totally unhinged comment), thought I would share a couple of fics that I have thoroughly enjoyed over the past couple of weeks:

you signed up for this - lando norris/oscar piastri/older oscar piastri. time travel, threesome, double penetration

but i found i'm bound - oscar piastri/mark webber. a/b/o, dubcon, breeding

side by side in orbit - lando norris/oscar piastri, max fewtrell/lando norris. cuckolding, voyeurism, open relationships

nobody wants you as bad as i do - lando norris/oscar piastri. lingerie, angst with a happy ending (and house edge, toxic lando/oscar/daniel set in the same universe)

So many other glorious prompts and fills to check out at the kinkmeme. Give our amazing authors some love 🥰

Happy birthday to the Maranello's sun☀️🧡💛

Don't ever hold your tongue🌟🌟🌟

#GeorgeRussell #you are so #Georgeous

[McLaren's IG stories]

- god you can rly see the size difference in them Oscar's legs look miles long

- Oscar looking at Lando before every answer EXCEPT the two they were both immediately agreed on

- Lando's jabby little thumb bc there is only one adventurous eater in that hallway at that moment lgfsaljfgsalf

- smth about how Oscar watches so carefully and repeats back Lando stating how he'd like his burger order !!! like if we didn't have countless examples of him doing this so that he can answer for Lando when need be or predict what he needs etc then I wouldn't think it was special but he genuinely is interested in Lando's little idiosyncrasies kill me

- their glowy proud little faces over both saying tortilla patatas at the same time ;__; and Oscar echoing Lando's wow!

- Lando rly cannot be taught anything he personally hasn't chosen to learn bc he has had the same number of people in his career getting him into golf as trying to teach him Spanish but while he's now teaching other ppl golf he's never graduated past soy lago

You can spam boop me!

reblog if you let people spam boop you

landoscar social media au!

this is almost canon by now, bUT i tried imagining them in a way that matched their personality so oscar’s feed is organized and lando’s more colorful!

i have so many thoughts. first and foremost why does seb keep looking at mark like that. why does mark look so grumpy. also "you always want what you don't have" + pointed look at mark + mark swallowing. sometimes there's not a thing you can say