Lol 🤣

This have me in tears

Cannot explain how much sense Alex and Oscar make together and how insane they will make me feel and how much I am praying for their PR teams

I mean Alex Albon who uses social media like that one “cool” aunt vs Oscar “I am gen z” Piastri?

Alex “I am not the father you needed but the big brother who stepped up” Albon vs Oscar “I could fight god if I wanted” Piastri

Damn. Someone is gonna die. Of fun!

Oscar polite cat-ing

Pls share landoscar fics recommendations 🤭

oh god, there’s actually so many fics that i’d like to recommend, this ones are just the tip of the iceberg, but lfg! (I’ll be linking them, so if you wanna check the summary (because i’m too lazy to copy) just click on it)

jealousy by @ipleadbritney

HEAR ME OUT, it’s the jealousy prompt that gets me on this one, im such a sucker for it, y’know? might not go too deep on the matter bc it’s just a personal thing, but this one ‘s just perfect.

sleeping problems by @f1extras

fluffy attack bc i had one while reading this! i loved the idea and the whole thing was just nice! so yeah, definitely rec this!!

even if it ends by @its-all-papaya

ive read this one during one of those insomnia moments and it got my heart all warm and a smile bc it’s so CUTE.

how the kingdom lights shined by @tiredwishes

save me prince oscar piastri SAVE ME!!1!1! so, this is kinda biased taste bc i just RLLY LIKE ROYALTY AU but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s good.

now we are getting into the [as] area (which means you should check the tags)

when the blood is dripping by @lovelylotusf1

(i hope i tagged the right user lmao) it’s the vampires…. they’re killing me…. landoscar with vampire oscar………… just yk….. just read it.

once more, with feeling by @qdverti

not so surprisingly, im a sucker for abo dynamics, and this one followed a line that i rlly liked so, yep! definitely rec!

but my tracks are better by @bright-and-burning

HEAR ME OUT AGAIN, i told yall im a sucker for abo dynamics which means i will read and recommend every fanfic in the tag if possible! this one was just……….. yk………. can’t put in words *chef kiss*

all good things come in threes by anonymous

i laughed but at the same time it felt so serious that i started nervously laughing and eventually finished it and it’s so good????

as i said, i’m lazy so that’s it for today! 8 fics for yah to read, hopefully i tagged the right users, and if i didn’t im sorry :D and that’s all folks!!

Hey, honey, I need your help. I want to write a dirty story about Pedri but I don't know with whom because I don't watch soccer. Pedri is an exception in soccer for me. Can you please suggest some soccer players? If possible, they should be on the same team.

First of all, thank you for wanting to write a dirty story about Pedri. It’s very much appreciated. 🥹❤️

Secondly, I actually ship Pedri with many soccer players (who also happen to play for the same team):

My ABSOLUTE favourite ships are Pedri/Ferran Torres and Pedri/Eric Garcia.❣️❣️

Pedri and Ferran are massively sending out best friends to lovers trope vibes with Pedri being Ferran’s soft spot. 🥺

Pedri and Eric are resembling the best friends with benefits trope, there is always sexual tension between them. 🥵

Unfortunately, these ships are not very popular on either ao3 or tumblr. But this is an even better reason to write a fic about them if you ask me. 😉🥰

The most popular ship is Pedri/Gavi. Tbh, I don’t know how to describe it. 😭 I’m not that deep into this ship. Just let the following gif speak to you. Gavi is very possessive of Pedri, while Pedri is anchoring Gavi and is the remedy to his restlessness.

If you are into age gap and daddy vibes, I would also recommend the Pedri/Lewandowski ship. They are really underrated in my opinion.

Another underapprciated but very hot ship is Pedri/Ter Stegen. Their height difference is delicious. 😋 Pedri is a little bunny next to the goalkeeper. 🥺🐰 And the mental image of Pedri’s tiny pretty hands entwined with Ter Stegen‘s enormous ones is so 😵‍💫🥺🤏🏻

What is also mentionable is the Pedri/Ansu Fati ship. Ansu‘s behaviour can be interpreted as being hopelessly in love with Pedri from afar, while Pedri is oblivious to his feelings and the signals Ansu is sending out. However, Ansu‘s love for Pedri is not necessarily unrequited - Pedri simply needs to open his eyes and realise what’s right in front of him.

Last but not least, I would also like to introduce you to the Pedri/Unai Simon ship. Although they aren’t club teammates, they do play for the same national team. And people are sleeping on them because they are so damn cute together. 🥹 Unai Simon adores Pedri so much, has adored him from the first moment he laid eyes on him in the national team. He is also a goalkeeper. 😏🤭 AND extremely protective of Pedri, that little boy is Unai‘s beautiful and precious little butterfly.

I hope I was able to give you some interesting ideas and attractive ship suggestions. If you really want my final verdict, I would always choose Pedri/Ferran over anything else. 7️⃣8️⃣♾❤️ But feel free to get inspired yourself by the examples above. I’m looking forward to your story and wish you good luck, love! 🍀🫶🏻

this gives me all the feels! ❤️❤️

charlos parents au.......the trials and tribulations of carlos³'s after school activities

Interviewer: "Name?"

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Interviewer: "Nickname?"

Charles: "For you "il predestinato" (the predestined) hahah"

Carlos: "Chilly (?) or smooth operator"

Interviewer: "Age?"

Charles: "24"

Carlos: "27"

Interviewer: "Nationality?"

Charles: "Monegasque"

Carlos: "Spanish"

Interviewer: "Idol as a child?"

Charles: "Ayrton Senna"

Carlos: "Rafael Nadal"

Interviewer: "Your dream road car?"

Charles: "F40"

Carlos: "Ferrari 812 competition"

Interviewer: "Do you have any superstitions?"

Charles: "no superstition, but I have my routine before getting into the car, but above all for the body to be as ready as possible"

Carlos: "Routine yes , but superstition no"

Interviewer: "A passion beyond formula 1 that no one knows"

Charles: "Piano, paddle"

Carlos: "Emh.. golf"

Interviewer: "Your merit?"

Charles: "I don't like saying good things about myself, but I would say my simplicity"

Carlos: "There are many haha.. I don't know.. I don't know one, this question is a bit arrogant"

Interviewer: "your flaw?"

Charles: "impatience"

Carlos: "a little messy sometimes"

Interviewer: "Your favorite dish"

Charles: "Pasta"

Carlos: "Pizza"

Interviewer: "Your favorite song?"

Charles: "Where is the love - Black eyed peas"

Carlos: " Smooth operator"

Interviewer: "Your favorite football team?"

Charles: " even if i don't follow football much, monte carlo"

Carlos: "Real madrid"

Interviewer: "If you weren't a driver, would you be now?"

Charles: "Architect or engineer"

Carlos: "Golf , tennis, I would like to do some sports"

Interviewer: "a word or adjective to describe you"

Charles: "Fast"

Carlos: "calm"

Interviewer: "your dream?"

Charles: "one day be the world champion"

Carlos: "World champion .. with ferrari"

Interviewer: "now let's see how well you know your teammate.. how old is he?

Charles: "Twenty... emh omg haha , twenty six or seven , 26"

Interview: "27"

Charles: "I gave him a year less, he will be happy"

Carlos: "twenty five , twenty four i think.. almost twenty five"

Interviewer: "Do you know the car he drives everyday?"

Charles: "Stelvio"

Carlos: "Pista"

Interviewer: "A word or adjective to describe your teammate"

Charles: "Fast"

Carlos: "happy, content, a beautiful man to be my teammate"

Interviewer: "one of its qualities?"

Charles: "the way he works"

Carlos: "Positive"

Interviewer: "his flaw?"

Charles: "maybe he's a bit impatient too"

Carlos: "easy to piss him off"

Interviewer: "who plays football better?"

Charles: "I'm pretty uncoordinated in football haha, so.. him"

Carlos:" me"

Interviewer: "a paddle?"

Charles: "me"

Carlos: "me"

Interviewer:" Tennis?"

Charles: "him"

Carlos: "me"

Interviewer: "Golf?"

Charles: "Him"

Carlos:" me"

Interviewer:" Playstation?"

Charles: "ME"

Carlos: "idk"

Interviewer: "one thing you never told him"

Charles: "he's bad at chess haha"

Carlos: "you are bad at playing paddle unlike what you think"

Interviewer: "made in italy grand prix, so I would like to know what the made in italy is for you"

Charles: "for me is prestige, attention to detail and always pushing .. and in my opinion the ferrari represents it very well"

Carlos: "the people, tifosi and the food"

Interviewer: "what do you like most about Italy?"

Charles: "the semplicity"

Carlos: "the people , the food , these two things in particular"

Interviewer: "what do you like least about Italy?"

Charles: "Maybe when I get my watch stolen hahah"

Carlos: "the weather in Modena in January/February"

Interviewer: "the thing you like most about ferrari"

Charles: "the passion"

Carlos: "the fans, the feeling of having all the fans to yourself"

Interviewer: "who wrote the anthem of Italy? i give you 3 opitions.. Mameli , Verdi or Rossini?

Charles: "Mameli"

Carlos: "Rossini? no.. the first one .. Ma? Ma? Maveli? Mameli"

Interviewer: "do you hum it?" (I do not know how to say it , sorry)

"Charles starts singing it and he knows it and Carlos just a little bit lol"

Interviewer: "how many times has our national team won the football/soccer world cup? 6, 4 or 3?

Charles and Carlos: "4"

Interviewer: "since when did ferrari not win the constructors' championship? 2008 , 2006 , 2007?

Charles and Carlos: "2008"

Interviewer: "Ferrari is.."

Charles: "Ferrari is passion"

Carlos: "special , unique"

Interviewer: "How long is the track?"

Charles: "Hahah idk, 5, 6... 4.. 4? 4 and 9"

Carlos: "a little long yes"

Interviewer: "how many curves does it have?"

Charles: "18? 9"

Carlos: "21"

Interviewer: "Enzo Ferrari defined it .. little nurburgring, little Spa or little Suzuka"

Charles: "I would say nurburgring, but really small then"

Carlos: "Little Suzuka? no?"

Interviewer: "the most successful driver?"

Charles: "Michael"

Carlos: "Michael Schumacher for sure"

Interviewer: "your favorite curve"

Charles: "acque minerali"

Carlos: "the first variant"

Interviewer: "How many times the ferrari as win here? 5, 8 or 10?

Charles and Carlos: "8"

Interviewer: "Imola is.."

Charles: "every time we talk about Italy, I want to say passion and you feel it here"

Carlos: "History"

Interviewer: "Close your eyes and imagine the circuit on Sunday.."

Charles and Carlos: " it's red haha"

Interviewer: "a wish you do to Carlos for this weekend"

Charles: "we do a 1 and 2"

Interviewer: "A wish you do to Charles for this weekend"

Carlos: "let's get them"

Interviewer: "and a wish you do to yourself"

Charles: "we do a 1 and 2 hahah"

Interviewer: "who is first?"

Charles: "Well if I have to wish for myself I would prefer to be in front hahah, but the important thing is that we do a 1 and 2 hah"

Carlos: "get them all"

6 minutes of translation omg haha idk who I am anymore lol you're welcome everyone , love you all 🥰 and sorry for all the mistakes!

none of the above lol, but I'll stop at miscarriage, I just can't

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.

spooky 🎃

If you see this, lol, its Halloween

George n Lance spooky

"Oscar is too young" -'99 baby, Lando Norris

And then, as if to prove it right, he and logan don't know a queen lyrics 😭