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Charles plays in the Fight Aids Cup charity football match at Monaco's Stade Louis II stadium | Jan 2024

No boys tell us what happened in vegas

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yes I did💜💙

unstoppable force (spanish nepo baby yappatron 3000) meets immovable object (clinically insane australian capybara)

Landoscar Fic Recs!

This list includes my all time favourites in the Landoscar ao3 tag! Fics I reread again and again! I will update this continually as more and more amazing fics come out of this community :]

Enjoy 💫

🔥 UPDATE ON 03/11/24 // 04/11/24 🔥

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Things Away From The Circuit by epnraq

'Oscar reacts to Lando's interview response about how they don't see each other much outside work... from Lando's kitchen table.' [1.2k]

This fic is so cute and i love the characterisation so much!!

What Am I Supposed To Drive Both Cars At The Same Time? by cxrnlia

Beautifully endearing sick!fic [1.2k]

Anteros by Anon

Fluff, very cute, Lando is scared of snakes [1.3k]

Mortifying! Anyways, by WanderingBlindly

Lando keeps embarrassing himself in front of Oscar. Luckily, the Aussie finds him hilariously adorable [2.3k]

Sleep on it by 14CookiesGone

'Lando introduces Oscar to all the good places to nap around the garage.' [4k]

Holding hands and stuff by anon

Long distance Landoscar. Misunderstanding. Very cute, very fluffy. Some sexual content - phone sex [4.2k]

So adorable 🥺

Only found by debrief

'cinderella soulmates au where whatever you lose, your soulmate finds. except: oscar has a soulmate and lando is a No-Match, a person who doesn't have a soulmate.' [6.8k]

Sleeping problems by f1extras

'the one in which Lando can't sleep at night and finds Oscar has the key to solve his problem.' [7.6k]

Chronically bitchless but still wifed up by leafmeal0ne

WAG Lando, MotoGP Oscar [8.3k]

Carried away by Orphaned

Fake/pretend relationship, happy ending [22.1k]

SMUT

Solo by WingWo43

Solo Lando, thinking of a previous time with Oscar, filming himself [848 words]

I found myself alive in the palm of your hand by hedgehogfrog

'Oscar makes Lando wear a vibrating butt plug as he rides him' [1.6k]

Donuts on my dick by silhouettes

How many donuts can you fit on your dick? Food sex, edging [1.7k]

Scarlet, starlet by hurricaneHeat

Multi-ship, camboy Lando and his adoring fans [1.8k]

Cosy autumn cuddles by Twinkodium

Needy, bratty Lando distracting Oscar. All he wants to do is read his book [1.8k]

i need you to be my motor by Anon

Free use Oscar, PWP [2k]

🔥 mistaken by itsgoingdutchin2021

Spanking, bratty Lando. [2k]

'Lando has assumptions about Oscar. They don’t match reality. He won’t complain though.'

🔥 Weight Training by b_dover

Gym sex!!, face fucking, rimming, strength kink, anal sex, creampie, coming in pants. [2.1k]

🔥 pull out the incisor by higgsbosonblues

Infidelity, light angst. [2.6k]

'He’d realised a while back that if either of them really felt guilty about it, they’d have stopped.'

🔥 Bend Me, Break Me, Reshape Me in Your Image by AdventuringBlind

🔥 evening stretch by oldveins

Gym sex, anal fingering, blow jobs, leggings >:) [2.7k]

Desperation play, knife play, blood as lube, watersports (kind of), puppy play, sub!Lando, dom!Oscar. [2.8k]

wikiHow: Getting My Boyfriend to Choke Me by Anon

Maid roleplay, BDSM, spanking, multiple orgasms, cock warming [3k]

🔥 Rise and Shine, Dildo! By anon (CX)

Anal sex, riding, fucking to fix your back issues. [3.3k]

'“There’s only one method I can think of to permanently fix your spine,” Jon muses, like what he is about to say isn't the most diabolical thing that Lando has heard in his life.'

🔥 i was speechless when i woke up to your voice note by hanquality

This fic owns me, I hope you know. Oscar Piastri loves boyfriend asmr, Voice kink, phone sex. [3.5k]

'is it tingly tho? i tried my best He wants to reply your voice makes my brain melt.'

Who's a Good Boy? by amphibiangeorgerussell

Puppy play, trans!Oscar, size kink, spit kink, face fucking, unsafe sex [3.6k]

Winner's room - Hungarian GP by beensinning

'Winner's Room AU, Lando Feminization, and a sort of pissed-off Oscar', belly bulge (loml actually 🫶) [3.9k]

This fic owns me, I fear

Overexposure by Lalanorris, Pitmewithyourbeststop

The door behind him isn’t completely closed, and that’s kind of the point, if he’s honest. It’s open just so, just enough of an invitation to look around, if someone wanted to. [4.2k]

Exhibitionist Lando, you beautiful creature 🫶

Lacy things by shroomlights

Lingerie Lando 🫶, dom!Oscar [4.4k]

Watch me by Wanderingblindly

a/b/o, choking, voyeurism [5.5k]

HOLY FUCK!! I have reread this several times now and it just gets better every time 🥳

Puppy love by Mctwinkdom

Puppy play, boypussy(🫶), gorgeously written [5.7k]

🔥 Rat Days by etcetera

Post Hungary, blow jobs, masturbation, [6.3k]

'Lando’s got a way of making it about himself. Oscar’s got a way of not getting away well enough.'

I'll Be Right There With You by Anon

Lando is used to sleeping around and waking up in beds that are not his. What he isn't used to is waking up in a bed that’s not his after falling asleep in his own bed the night prior. [6.4k]

Time travel smut! 🥳 (Pt.2 to Small Manifestations)

🔥 when we all fall asleep, where do we go? By Sorry_Wecouldntsavethisuser

Fluff and smut, getting together, cuddling to fight the nightmares. [6.5k]

'“They?” Oscar’s voice is cautious. “Does this happen a lot?” Lando pauses before responding, tries to think of how to save this before Oscar starts to see him as even more of a freak than he probably already does'

🔥 red hearts, red hearts, that's what i'm on by hanquality

Sugar daddy/baby, findom, gamer Lando, sugar baby Oscar. GOD I LOVE THIS ONE 🗣️🥰 [6.6k]

'oscar piastri accidentally becomes a discord kitten'

Small Manifestations by Anon

Lando wakes up, a bit disoriented and feeling rather cold. But this bed… Lando has not felt the texture of this exact couch-bed in years. [6.9k]

Time travel smut! 🥳

🔥 That body's a blessin girl by Anon

Body worship, Oscar's thighs, oral sex, cowboy boots. [7k]

'Lately, there was something-or rather someone, who was starting to chip away at his composure. Oscar Piastri. More specifically, Oscar’s thighs.'

Hard on the brakes by peachbellini

Try not to cum challenge! [7.2k]

A cowboy's dream by OP811992

'Lando and Oscar have hot, sleepy sex in the middle of the night and blush about it in the morning.' [7.6k]

Good lord. I am... in shambles.

Singapore prep by F1extras

'the one in which McLaren forces Lando and Oscar to work out in a sauna.' [7.7k]

The New Normal by 14CookiesGone

Oscar's thighs are a damn treat [8k]

🔥 When the blood is dripping by Lovely_Lotus

Vampire au!, service top!Oscar Piastri, orgasm denial, praise kink, anal sex, oral sex, blood drinking. [8.2k]

'In which Lando wants to find a way to get his vampire boyfriend to bite him. His plan? Denying Oscar an orgasm until he caves, of course.'

Puppy wanna lick something sticky (just like honey) by foggystars

Light pet play, light dom/sub, collars, landoscar+Charles [8.3k]

Beautifully written, as always 🥰

Teeth by loquarocoeur

'Lando starts biting Oscar, as one does, and everything kind of spirals from there until he realises Oscar likes being bitten.' [8.4k]

🔥 we can do this shit forever if it's lust, yeah by Wedriftlikelonelyplanets

Orgasm control, edging, anal sex, mildly dubious consent (but both are enthusiastic), Bottom!Oscar, Top!Lando. [10.6k]

'How's Lando ever supposed to be normal about Oscar, when Oscar wants Lando to take him apart.'

You're burning up, i'm cooling down by foggystars

Edging, orgasm delay/denial, Oscar just wants to be a good boy. [12.3k]

Beautifully written, filthy smut with care and trust! My all-time favourite fic across any fandom!

Never have I ever by Mctwinkdom

Switching, Oscar's first time with a guy [13k]

There's a very specific line in this that makes me, and fic!Lando, fucking insane

Soft launch by cxrnlia

Fake/pretend relationship, eventual smut, daddy kink [13.2k]

Young British Twink Gets Destroyed by Hot Big Dick Australian Formula 1 Driver *Not Clickbait* by Anon

Camboy!Lando AU, driver Oscar, cuties!!, Lando you sexy mf [15.1k]

ANGST

Roses on your shirt by sharls

'All of the texts Lando shouldn’t have sent to his ex.' [1.2k]

PAINFUL (amazing)

You break my heart in the blink of an eye (the last time) by rennyxr

Dark themes - READ TAGS, insecure Lando, emotional hurt/comfort [4.5k]

🔥 Trading Places by disarm_d

Light angst, body swap, mental health issues. [10k]

Love along the way by 14CookiesGone

"the five times Lando pushes Oscar away, and the one time Lando goes to him." [10.1k]

Porn au, pornstar Lando, safeword use, SSC, comfort, aftercare

Like wildfire by leafmeal0ne

Fantasy/mythology, angst, happy ending [13.8k]

Little renaissance by leafmeal0ne

Heart wrenching, angst, future fic, happy ending, gorgeous writing (also made me sob!) [14.2k]

Already Home by nyoomfruits

Marriage, hurt/comfort, pining, roommates, friends to lovers [32.5k]

Beautiful, incredible, made me sob (very hard to do)

🔥 No One's Ever Had Me, Not Like You by flufflybunny

Angst with a happy ending, slow burn, brief mentions of a past ED, hurt/comfort, Kid fic. [36.2k]

'Lando has a minor breakdown in the middle of the paddock and somehow convinces Oscar to move in with him and teach him to be a competent parent. Oh, and fall in love along the way.'

MULTI-CHAPTER

🔥 Honey, Look At Me by Anon

Incomplete, omegaverse, Alpha/Alpha, scenting, pining, slow burn. [24.1k]

'Lando has been obsessed with Oscar for ages, but when the alpha goes into rut at Bahrain it sets the season off to a strange start. Too bad they’re both alphas and Oscar would never go for Lando, would he?'

🔥 The Arrangement by lxuisfineline

Incomplete, this fic is actually the love of my life and I will be marrying it, angst,past relationship trauma, smut, light bdsm. [40.6k]

'CEO Lando Norris turns to an exclusive escort service to escape the pressures of his high-profile life. When he meets Oscar, a charming and confident escort, Lando becomes captivated and makes a bold proposition: full exclusivity. He must navigate the fine line between desire and control.'

Sense and velocity by Vertueusement

Incomplete, '80s posh uni AU where Oscar's the new kid just trying to get by and Lando's an unironic celebrity soaking up fame and affection from everyone' [42.2k]

I love this AU so much! I've been following it as it comes out and the whole premise is amazing + the writing is fantastic

🔥 we're still barely getting by by alecjbi

Incomplete, angst, slow burn, radio host Lando, engineer Oscar. [47.9k]

'Lando is hopelessly in love with his roommate. oscar is oblivious.'

are you sure this isnt a dementia episode? by reidlvr

Incomplete, 'a wrong number fic in which oscar is still a driver, but lando is an engineering student who responded to Oscars wrong number text' Chat fic! [25k]

Pitcrew by twistedrootbeer

Incomplete, 'Oscar Piastri is accidentally added to a group chat with a group of uni boys. Their project directly involves Oscar's job as an F1 driver, they just can't exactly know that yet.' Chat fic! [38.6k]

🔥 Heart to heart by Over_on_the_bench

Complete, DBH au!!!!, Lando's mental healthcare android, eventual smut. [7.9k]

Ignore the consequences by KingKestrel

Complete, Soulmate AU, cheating, angst, happy ending [11.9k]

🔥 no light by insanedevotion

Complete, magical realism, angst with a happy ending, lack of communication. [12.1k]

'"I’d be grateful for the sun on the way home.” Lando bites his lip. He knows Oscar has no real way of knowing, but it still hits like a request. He considers saying I’ll do my best but decides against it. The sun comes out five minutes into the drive.'

take it offline by lellabella

Complete, office au, smut, power imbalance, toxic, panic attacks, angst [12.7k]

On call by 140445

Complete, phone sex operator!Lando, driver!Oscar, phone transcript format, meet-cute [13k]

I love this so much! It's such a unique style and omg it's so well done 🥰

🔥 Do Androids Have Dicks? By AdventuringBlind

Complete, DBH au!!!!, Lando/oscar/max v. [16.4k]

'A series of events in which Oscar learns to be human and falls in love in the process. He also gets a dick... but that's besides the point.'

🔥 Software Instability by KingKestrel

Complete, DBH au!!!!, falling in love, robot sex, pining, happy ending. [16.5k]

'“Hello, I am an android built by Cyberlife. I am model OP-810 but you can call me Oscar.” An android? Lando’s new personal trainer was an android?'

🔥 the unsent project by horizontal_cat

Complete, college roommates au!, angst, getting together. [18.9k]

'To: Lando – “I only started bringing guys home because you wanted me to. The truth is, the only body I’ve wanted is yours. I can’t keep waiting for you to realize that. I’m running out of ways to protect my heart.”'

A long road up to recovery by OfDogsAndWolves

Complete, dark themes - READ TAGS

So well written and heart wrenching [24.1k]

Red carnations by NE0NYX

Complete, Cupid!Lando, Oscar "heart eyes" Piastri, light angst, not actually unrequited love, magical realism [29.1k]

By a thread by Mctwinkdom

Complete, sexting, phone sex, lingerie, delicious [31.9k]

🔥 we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars by horizontal_cat

Complete, social media, actor Oscar, escort Lando, saving Oscar's public image, fake/pretend relationship. [33.1k]

When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow, ‘cause it’s late and his mama don’t know by OP811992

Complete, pure smut, phone sex [34.1k]

5 times lando came into oscar’s room and told him he was bad at hugging... By Anon

Complete, 5+1 - Lando is trying to teach Oscar how to hug him properly, eventually he figures it out on his own [34.5k]

A touch of papaya by KingKestrel

Complete, 'Oscar spends his rookie F1 season falling in love with his teammate.' [38.4k]

🔥 Oh Sweet Yosemite Cabin by OP811992

Complete, fluff and smut, first time with a guy, sex education. [34.9k]

'Engineering student Oscar meets graphic design student Lando on vacation in a remote cabin in the woods.'

🔥 Don't Want Your Sympathy, Just Your Company by 1425fivefive

Complete, light angst, smut, hurt/comfort. [64.2k]

'In the wake of being outed, Oscar spends the summer break in Monaco with a very supportive Lando.'

Casual by loquarocoeur

Complete, 'Lando thinks a casual sex arrangement is a great idea because he's an idiot. Oscar agrees to it because he's also an idiot. They figure it out eventually.' [95.2k]

This fic is beyond incredible. I felt so many emotions reading this - it made me cry, genuinely laugh, and omgggg the writing is beautiful. Everyone read! Rn!!

Under the sunset by Landoscar

Complete, Oscar!Spiderman AU, miscommunication, slow burn [101.8k]

Climb up to your lips by emptyhalf

Complete, Girl!Oscar, insanely well written smut, fisting, fluff, adorable relationship, interesting relationship dynamics [110.8k]

SERIES

🔥 give it to him however he wants by Wedriftlikelonelyplanets [28.1k] Smut

Masterlist of my fics 👍

I WILL BE ADDING MORE IN THE NEAR FUTURE

Currently rereading the whole tag start to finish so there's a fair amount that I want to add but haven't yet :] 🫂🫂

Very small tag list: @mcytfannnn @sofsversion @lestappenslut @mernaroll @izzief1rambles @ralphiesaces

Gax taking turns with a very needy Lando as a treat for me and @16wheelerhorse

mdni

George has him laughing so hard he can’t breathe.

It starts with a light brush of fingers under Lando’s shirt, a nudge of knuckles along ribs that makes him jolt. But George doesn’t stop there. He’s got Lando straddling his lap, caged in by strong arms and long legs, nowhere to go but closer — and George is relentless. Fingertips teasing every sensitive spot he’s already mapped out, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses wherever Lando squirms to avoid them.

“George—stop,” Lando wheezes, body shivering with overstimulation, but his hands don’t really try to push him away. They’re clinging instead, clawing at George’s shoulders as if it’ll anchor him. His face is flushed, hair a sweaty mess, and there’s this smile — huge, radiant, unguarded — that hasn’t left his lips since the second George pulled him into his lap.

“You’re so cute when you laugh,” George mutters against his throat, nipping at his skin. “I should keep you like this. Every damn day.”

Lando gasps, hips twitching when George’s teeth scrape just beneath his ear. His laughter’s collapsing into soft moans now, quiet and helpless.

He’s falling apart.

And George just holds him closer, one hand flat between his shoulder blades, the other slipping lower—thumb dragging the waistband of Lando’s pants down just enough to feel skin.

He looks across the room, meeting Max’s eyes.

He hasn’t said a word in minutes. Just sat back, legs spread, one hand resting low between his thighs as he drinks in the sight of them. His eyes are heavy-lidded and dark, and George can feel them on his skin just as much as Lando’s body.

Max doesn’t blink. He doesn’t need to. The way his pupils blow wide, the way his tongue drags slow across his bottom lip — that says enough.

“You are pretty too,” George says. “All wrecked and sweet.”

He’s hungry. Desperate. Turned on beyond reason.

And George knows what he’s doing. He’s smug with it. He rocks up once, slow and mean, dragging a moan from Lando that surprises even him. His smile softens, gaze trailing down Lando’s red cheeks, his spit-slick lips, the way his lashes flutter when George brushes his knuckles over the curve of his waist.

Lando’s breath catches. He turns his head, biting back a grin, but he can’t hide the way his hips roll forward again, desperate and uncoordinated.

George presses another kiss to Lando’s cheek, softer this time, letting his hand settle on Lando’s ass with no subtlety at all. He presses his mouth to the shell of Lando’s ear and murmurs, low and slow, “He’s watching us, you know.”

Lando’s eyes flick open. Dazed. Pupils blown.

“Max,” George continues, loud enough now. “Don’t you love how sweet he gets when he’s all tired out like this?”

Max doesn’t answer with words. He just stands.

His steps are slow like he’s savoring every second. George doesn’t let go of Lando—he just shifts him higher, so Lando’s straddling him properly now, chest to chest, thighs spread open around George’s hips. Lando clings on instinct, forehead falling against George’s collarbone.

Then Max is there, sinking onto the couch beside them, hand curling into Lando’s hair. He pulls gently until Lando’s head tips back, exposing the flushed stretch of his throat.

“He’s fucking gorgeous,” Max mutters, thumbing at Lando’s lower lip.

George grins. “Told you.”

Max leans in and kisses Lando, slow and filthy. Lando makes a sound—too soft to be a protest, too desperate to be anything but surrender. George feels the tremor run through his body, feels the way his hips twitch forward like he’s chasing after Max’s mouth.

When they break apart, Lando’s breathing fast, face tilted up, completely dazed. His shirt is bunched under his arms, exposing his stomach, George traces down from the hollow of his ribcage to his navel gently.

“You gonna let him make you cum from laughing, Lando?” Max asks, tone low, mocking and darkly affectionate.

Lando stammers, mouth opening like he wants to answer, but George hums in amusement and palms him through his pants— and Lando gasps, back arching.

“Answer him,” George says into his ear, voice gone rough. “Tell Max how good I’m making you feel.”

“I—I can’t—” Lando whispers, choking on a moan.

Max smiles, sharp and slow.

“Thought so.”

Then he’s reaching for Lando’s face — not gently. Fingers digging into his jaw, thumb dragging across spit-slick lips like he’s testing how pliant he is.

Lando doesn’t pull away. He leans into it. His lashes flutter, and he moans again, softer this time, more pleading.

“Look how pretty he is like this,” George says, eyes still on Max. “I barely have to try.”

“He’s gorgeous,” Max agrees, eyes never leaving Lando’s. “And you’re smug as fuck.”

George laughs, but it’s breathless. Even he’s a little undone now, grinding Lando slowly against his lap like he’s proving a point.

“He deserves this,” George says. “Fucking spoiled.”

Max’s hand slides down Lando’s chest, fingertips tracing every twitch of muscle beneath the thin fabric.

“You want that, schat?” Max asks, voice quieter now. “You want us both?”

Lando nods so fast it looks like he’s losing balance.

“Please,” he whispers.

Max shifts closer, his other hand brushing George’s. Their fingers tangle briefly, but they focus back on the task at hand. There’s something possessive in the way they both hold him now — not rough, yet. Like Lando belongs between them. Like he’s theirs.

George watches as Max leans in, mouth brushing Lando’s neck, right where George left that bite. He kisses over it, then bites down again, harder. Lando cries out.

“You want us to ruin you?” George asks, voice low and warm. “You want to be good for us?”

George slips a hand between them, cupping Lando through his pants. He’s hard—painfully so—and twitching under George’s palm.

Lando gasps, a bitten-off noise, hips jerking. “Fuck—George—”

Max catches his chin and holds him still. “Look at me when you say it.”

Lando’s eyes flutter open. He does as he’s told.

George moves his hand, slow and firm, and Lando whines. He’s so far gone, trembling in their hands, and the smile that started all of this is still tugging weakly at the corner of his lips.

George cups his jaw, tilts his face back toward him.

“You’re not tired yet, are you?” George asks, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I haven’t even made you beg yet.”

“I will,” Lando breathes. “I’ll do anything.”

“Good,” Max says, already undressing Lando from his shirt. “Because I’m not stopping till you forget your own name.”

George chuckles darkly, lips brushing Lando’s again.

“Not a thought in that pretty head, is there?”

Lando shakes his head — no, nothing — and they both groan, nearly in sync.

 “You want both of us?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

Lando’s voice is a whisper. “I want both of you.”

Max kisses him again, deeper now, as George rocks up beneath him. Lando’s moan is swallowed between them, and he goes pliant, caught between their hands, their mouths, their weight.

George breaks the kiss this time. “Let’s take him apart properly.”

Max’s smile is all teeth.

George lifts Lando, and Max catches him—together they move him back onto the couch, where he falls, boneless and flushed and trembling. He reaches for both of them without thinking, like he needs them, like he can’t be whole without their hands on him.

And maybe he can’t.

Lando lies there, legs parted, chest rising fast. His eyes are glassy, lips bruised from too many kisses, his hair a wild halo from where George had teased his fingers through it while making him laugh. He looks ruined already, but he hasn’t even been touched properly.

George kneels on the floor beside him, hands roaming slow over his hips,  unbuttons his trousers with impatient fingers. His cock is leaking, twitching against his stomach, the waistband of his boxers wet from it. He’s desperate—and it shows. There's no hiding now. Not from George, and certainly not from Max, whose hands are now drifting down the front of his chest, thumbs grazing his nipples, rolling them until Lando gasps and arches into the touch.

“God, you’re so good,” Max breathes against his neck. “You were made to be touched like this.”

George nods in agreement, mouthing at the inside of Lando’s thigh. “Every part of you begs for it.”

Lando’s fingers twitch in Max’s hair, pulling lightly, not even knowing what he’s asking for—just wanting. He’s panting now, lips parted, eyes unfocused. There’s a tremor in his stomach that George loves—the way it clenches when he brushes his knuckles just beneath the waistband again.

Then George hooks his fingers and tugs the boxers down.

His cock rests heavy against his stomach, flushed and leaking, and when George wraps a hand around it, Lando arches—helpless.

“Fuck—George—”

Max watches every twitch of Lando’s body, eyes dark. “So sensitive,” he mutters. “We should take turns. Make you come over and over until you cry.”

Lando whines, high in his throat. “Please. Please.”

George squeezes gently, thumbing over the tip, dragging more slick out. “So polite now,” he says, grinning. “Max, you seeing this? He’s finally begging.”

Max leans in and licks into Lando’s mouth, slow and filthy. “Keep begging, schatje. We’re not done.”

George presses a kiss to the base of his cock, right where it meets his pelvis, and watches the way Lando shakes. Then another, and another, until he’s mouthing up the length of him, tongue wet and slow, deliberate. Lando is keening now, pushing his hips up despite himself, held down only by Max’s hand on his ribs and the firm press of George’s grip at his thighs.

When George finally takes him into his mouth—deep, warm, and unrelenting— Lando breaks. His entire body jerks, hands flying to George’s hair, but George catches his wrists and holds them down, hears the way Lando gasps, the sound raw and open, like he’s coming apart at the seams. Max watches it all over his shoulder, watches the way Lando’s body reacts, trembling and pliant, lips bitten red.

“Fuck, Georgie,” Max mutters, voice breaking slightly with heat. “Look at him. Look what you’re doing to him.”

George hums low around Lando’s cock in response, sending vibrations through him, and Lando shatters. His head falls back against Max’s shoulder, mouth slack, eyes shut tight. He’s already close—he’s been close for ages. And Max is whispering, “You gonna be good and come for us?” and George hollowing his cheeks—

“G-George, I’m—” Lando chokes on it, hips twitching, muscles shaking like he’s trying so hard to hold back. “Can’t—oh fuck—”

George lets him go just long enough to say, “Don’t you dare come yet.”

He pulls back, licking his lips, smug and glowing. “You’ll come when we let you.”

Lando groans, eyes squeezed shut. His body is strung tight, like a bow ready to snap.

Max shifts, kisses his chest, biting just enough to leave a mark. “You like this,” he whispers, licking across a nipple. “Like being handled. Like being good for us.”

“I—I love it,” Lando breathes, head tossing side to side. “I want—fuck, I want everything—”

“You’re ready for us.”

Max grins and shifts them, guiding Lando down flat onto the couch and crawling over him like a shadow, caging him in. Lando pulls him down by the neck and kisses him hard, filthy and desperate, tasting himself on Max’s tongue. George moves behind them, watching, hands already undoing his own jeans, his knuckles brushing over the tight line of his arousal as he takes in the view.

Max breaks the kiss, eyes locked with George. “Come here.”

He doesn’t wait—he gets his pants off in seconds, grabbing Lando’s hips and dragging him closer. George helps, lifting Lando’s legs, kissing the backs of his knees, down to the curve of his ass.

“You want him first?” George asks, voice thick.

Max’s hand strokes along Lando’s thigh. “No. You take him. I’ll watch.”

George smirks. “You always love watching.”

“Tell us if you want to stop,” Max says, kissing Lando’s jaw. “You’re ours, but only if you want to be.”

It’s the last thing he gets out before Max kisses him again, Lando’s too far gone to process the words. His fingers are curled tight into the couch cushions, thighs spread, face turned to the side with his lips parted like he’s dreaming it all. And George presses in, slow and patient, working him open with lubed fingers first, then the steady wet slide of his cock, both of them taking their time—watching his face, the way his lips part, the small stuttering moan that escapes him.

“Jesus,” George mutters, hands gripping Lando’s hips. “You feel—fuck, you feel too good.”

Lando’s mouth moves, but no words come out. Just whimpers. Just wrecked, desperate sounds as George begins to move, each thrust slow and deep, designed to make Lando feel it.

“Let him feel everything,” Max murmurs, hand stroking himself slowly as he watches. “Make it last.”

George sets a rhythm, hips grinding down just right, and every time Lando gasps, Max catches his mouth with his own. He tastes like sweat and need, like the kind of pleasure that makes your body go numb.

“You’re taking him so well,” Max whispers between kisses. “So deep. So full.”

Lando nods weakly, tears at the corners of his eyes. “Y-yeah, I—feels good—feels so fucking—”

George leans down and kisses his throat. “Gonna let me fill you up, pretty boy? Gonna take it all?”

Lando moans loud, body arching. “Yes—please—yes—”

Max kisses him, deep and bruising, while George fucks into him harder now, the slap of skin loud in the room. Lando’s body rocks between them, pliant and perfect, and George is close—he knows it, can feel it clawing up his spine.

“Come for us,” Max says, hand wrapped around Lando’s cock again. “Now.”

Lando shatters. His back arches off the couch, body locking up as he spills over Max’s hand, all while George pushes deep one last time and comes with a groan against his neck, clutching him so tight it borders on painful.

For a moment, everything is still.

Then George pulls out, gentle, hands stroking Lando’s thighs like a thank-you. Max leans down and kisses him again, this time soft, reverent.

Lando’s breathing like he ran a marathon. His body is limp, his hair damp, his throat covered in love bites.

George leans against the couch, brushing Lando’s cheek. “Told you I could make him like this.”

Max smiles lazily. “You were right.”

Then he stands, cock still hard, and looks down at Lando with dark eyes.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Lando whimpers, throat wrecked. “Max…”

He’s already spent. There’s come smeared across his stomach, leaking from between his legs, and yet his body thrums under Max’s touch, like it knows what’s coming next and wants it anyway.

Max’s mouth curves into something dark. “Poor thing. You’re hard again.”

And he is. Pathetically so.

George watches from the couch, shirtless, his hair a mess, a lazy smile playing on his lips. “He lives for this. You’ve got no idea how sweet he gets when he’s cockdrunk.”

“I can see it,” Max says, hand wrapping around Lando’s length, already making him shudder. “Look at you. Still greedy.”

Lando gasps, body twitching. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” Max growls, sliding his hand down to tease over Lando’s hole, pushing George’s release back in with a filthy noise. “And you will.”

Lando moans like he’s dying. George chuckles low and leans in to brush hair from his damp forehead. “You’re gonna take Max like a good boy, yeah?”

He nods. Weakly. Brokenly.

But Max waits for more. “Say it.”

Lando’s mouth parts, breath shaky. “I’ll take you. I want it. I want you.”

That’s all Max needs. He strokes himself, slow, letting Lando watch as he lines up and presses in—slow, deep, a stretch that makes Lando’s entire body bow off the bed.

George hisses, watching every inch disappear inside him. “Fuck. Look how full he is.”

Max groans, his hips grinding down once he’s buried to the hilt. “So fucking tight,” he mutters, voice nearly trembling. “Even after George.”

Lando sobs. Not from pain—he loves it. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Max fucks deep, purposeful, dragging pleasure from the very bones of him. He doesn’t move fast—he savors it. Every thrust feels deliberate, dragging against that spot that makes Lando see stars.

“Yes—” Lando cries, fists tightening in the sheets. “Oh god—Max, please—”

“Taking me so good,” Max pants, sweat dripping down his neck. “Made for this. You love being ours.”

George kisses his temple. “So pretty when he cries. Look at you—so desperate, so sweet.”

Lando can’t stop shaking. Max’s hand curls under his knee, pushing it up to go deeper, and Lando screams—a sound pure and wrecked. His cock’s untouched, leaking all over his stomach again, and still Max fucks into him like it’s the first time.

“You feel it?” Max hisses. “My cock. Right here.” He presses a hand to Lando’s belly. “I’m so fucking deep, baby.”

Lando’s nails dig into his arms. “Can’t—can’t think—fuck—”

“You don’t have to think,” George whispers, hand drifting down to stroke him slowly. “Just feel. Just take it.”

It’s too much. And it’s perfect.

Max fucks harder now, hips slamming forward, each movement forcing broken moans from Lando’s throat. The sound of skin on skin is obscene—wet, messy, raw. George strokes Lando in time with Max’s thrusts, and it’s devastating, how close he is again.

“Come,” Max says, voice rough. “Come for us. Show us who you belong to.”

Lando sobs, his body locking up—and then he’s coming, violently, helplessly, coating his stomach again, mouth open in a silent scream. He doesn’t even feel the wetness on his face until George kisses it away, licking the tears right off his cheeks.

Max follows seconds later, moaning deep in his chest as he spills inside Lando, hips stuttering before he collapses against him, panting, feral with it.

The room goes quiet.

Only their breathing, the slow beat of aftershocks. Lando’s chest rises and falls, his body trembling with exhaustion. Max doesn’t pull out—he stays buried deep, possessive, one hand stroking up Lando’s side.

“You’re ours,” he murmurs, so soft it’s nearly a prayer.

George lies beside them, brushing sweat-matted hair from Lando’s brow. “Look what we do to you.”

Lando can’t speak. He just nods, wide-eyed and ruined, and George smiles.

“We’ll do it again,” he promises, low and dark. “Again and again until you forget what it felt like to be untouched.”

And the worst part—the best part—is Lando wants it.

Craves it.

Already.

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If so the Oscar Piastri, that you made for the cak3art-collab, is absolutely amazing. Love all the details and the soft gaze. The posture and shading are breathtaking 🧡🧡🖤🧡🧡

I am, yes!! Thank you so much. it was so nice to be asked to join this Collab, though it was certainly a challenge since I avoid colouring anything like the plague.

In the end it became a bit of a love letter to the texture of Oscar's skin 💌💕

Thank you again for this lovely ask, it made my Sunday 💛💛💛

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you know what really gets my goat?

#crying as of now

#LandOscar

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Lando doesn’t expect Oscar to follow him, after.

Sure, they’ve been having this thing going between them for a few weeks now, a thing that started with a frantic make out session after the wild ride that was the Singapore Grand Prix and continued all throughout the shared podiums in Japan and Qatar, but still.

To be fair, when the US GP had happened, Lando hadn’t really expected Oscar to follow him either. DNF’s always sucked, and Lando usually liked to deal with them by rolling himself into a blanket and eating a pint of ice cream and wallowing over all the things that could have gone different, that should have gone different, that he could have done different.

But Oscar had followed him anyway.

After Mexico, too, which wasn’t bad but wasn’t good either, but Oscar was still there, tight smile and tired eyes, following Lando to his hotel room and kissing him softly the second the door closed behind them.

Still, after all of that, Lando doesn’t expect Oscar to follow him. Not this time. Not after that disaster of a first lap. Not after Oscar had to watch Lando take second place even though he had to spend the entire race playing a game of catch up he was never going to win.

And yet, when Lando gathers the last things in his drivers room, tries to shove everything back into his bag with a franticness that only ever comes with a great desire to go back to the hotel and sleep, Oscar appears in the doorway. He looks a little tired, a little sad, a little withdrawn, but when Lando looks up, meets his eyes, a smile takes over his face. It’s a soft, gentle little thing he only ever seems to save for Lando. “Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorjamb. “Ready to go?”

Lando pauses, gives Oscar a calculating look. “You don’t. We don’t have to,” he says, eventually. He’s not. He wants to. He always wants to. He thinks about that sometimes, how much he always seems to want so much from Oscar. How Oscar always seems so willing to give.

“Okay,” Oscar says, brows pinching together. “But I want to.”

The ‘Do you?’ hangs unspoken between them.

“It’s just,” Lando starts, searching for words. “You had a shit race. I get it if you want some time alone. Or something. You don’t owe me anything. I’d get it.” He’s been there. He’d get it, if Oscar just wanted to be left alone for a bit.

Oscar hums, pushes himself off the doorjamb to make his way over to Lando. “I know. Thank you,” he says, taking Lando’s face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his forehead, leaving Lando a little flabbergasted and a lot flustered. “You’re sweet. But I would really just like to go home.” He takes Lando’s bag from his hands, then, slings it over his own shoulder and glances around the room to see if they’re forgetting anything.

Lando unfreezes when Oscar says. “Lando? You coming?” From where he’s standing in the doorway again, and hurries after Oscar, hoping he can blame the flush on his cheeks on the exertion of the race.

It isn’t until later, much later, when he lies in his bed in his hotel room, listening to Oscar’s soft even breath as he sleeps peacefully next to Lando, that he realizes.

When Oscar had said home.

He’d meant Lando.