I Want An Abo Au With Alpha Oscar And Beta Carlos With Carlos Not Understanding Why Oscar Goes Fucking

F1 Team history in visual form

More about teams in my 2024 season guide:)

Screencaps and analysis of this interview

Oscar ended up with a stiff neck from how much he's looking at Lando!

Oscar getting all stiff when Lando talks about Daniel. Jealous Oscar!

Whatever is going on when Oscar talks about his girlfriend. Jealous Lando?

Oscar rosy cheeks!

The difference in size of their hands!

How they are all smiley and giggly when they try to make us believe they don't like to hang out together!

Oscar nodding along to everything Lando says.

Lando looking at Oscar with his crinkly smile.

Landoscar is back!!

hysterical literature gewis pt.2 🌸💦

just dirty, dirty, dirty! and more georgussy yay

read part 1 here!

Lewis is losing his goddamned mind. Insane, truly fucking insane are the only words he can use to describe the debauchery happening in front of him. Debauchery that he is an active participant to.

He tried his best to stay away, to appreciate from afar, had his camera and computer screen act as a barrier from the delicious moans and from the beautiful, pink folds he was blessed to see blossom.

But George Russell, rising model superstar, a muse to many artists including himself, and his ruin, is a very, very stubborn man under those long, soft eyelashes and delicate face.

Relentless, determined, and tireless man who had one goal which was to catch Lewis' eyes again. As if Lewis ever stopped, as if Lewis had suddenly forgotten how George's face looked like when he's at the peak of his pleasure, as if George ever stopped haunting Lewis' dreams after filming his project.

Lewis Hamilton is just a man after all and so he finally gave in.

Looking down, Lewis takes in another shaky breath as he pushes his cock against George's pale blue seamless panties, their combined wetness and lube darkening the cloth.

He tightens his grip on George's waist as George gasps, hips relentless as the wet fabric hugs around a visible camel toe, Lewis' cock head perfectly slotting in between.

George whimpers, "Lewis, please—fucking god—please, please," Lewis listens and grinds down harder, "so so good, fuck."

"Yeah, angel?" Lewis pants, making sure his thrusts meet George's halfway. "D'you love that? Love how it feels to rub against each other, hm?" George moans weakly, glassy blue eyes alternating its gaze from Lewis' face to their grinding below.

Lewis continues as he guides George's legs around his waist, leaning to speak directly in George's ear. "Love how your pussy forms a space for only me, huh, ain't that right, Georgie?" George could only reply in more moans and more slick sticking to the messy panties.

Lewis leaves little kisses on George's ear and neck, lifting his head enough to watch George once again as their frotting becomes desperate.

"Lewis, just—ah, right there—just please fucking put it in," George cries out, the empty feeling in his cunt starting to ache.

"Yeah? But it was enough for you to just cum against a vibrator," Lewis chuckles as George's body trembles as it remembers their past.

"You're such," thrust, "a fucking," thrust, "tease," George bites out through his teeth.

Lewis only gives George a bright smile and a breathtaking kiss then Lewis shifts back.

He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing its head on George's folds for a few more seconds before he takes his free unoccupied fingers and lifts the edge of the panties.

"Lewis," George chokes as Lewis slips his cock underneath the wet panties and thrusts. The tip catches right under George's hood then slips back down his folds, again and again.

Lewis lets go of his cock and the edge of the panties, fingers finding George's clit immediately to play with.

"Ah, ah, mmm, fuck, Lewis, please," George's begging rings around the hotel room, his back arching and legs shaking as Lewis keeps his pace.

"It's inside now, Georgie, inside your panties. That enough now, sweetheart?" Lewis watches and memorizes how George squirms underneath him, because of him.

Lewis' hips lower, cock head catching George's entrance until Lewis thrusts up again. "How about that, sweetheart? It should be enough for you."

George tries to gather his thoughts, the pleasure overwhelming his senses in the best possible way. The only other time he's felt this way was also with Lewis, with bright lights and a camera focused on him. But this, this is closer, more personal, more intimate. More, more, more.

George's lips part, "Never, not with you," he pauses and stares right at Lewis' beautiful eyes, "Always need more with you, Lewis."

The words causes blood to rush everywhere in Lewis' body, leaving him breathless. His hips unconsciously pushes deeper, placing his cock right in between George's warmth.

Lewis and George watches each other for a moment then Lewis wraps an arm around George's back and places a loving hand on George's cheek, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead.

"George," Lewis chuckles lowly as he meets George's eyes. "Fucking hell. Only you would say this type of shit while having hot, messy sex."

Lewis only receives a tilt of George's head, silently asking if he should take it as a compliment or an insult.

Lewis slowly starts frotting against George's cunt again. "It's part of your charm, angel," Lewis captures George's lips in a slow kiss then whispers against his lips, "I like you too, George."

George's cheek turns pink, a slightly different tone to his slick folds, but it is as pretty. George giggles, "Now, will you finally fuck me?"

Lewis' fond smile turns cheeky, "I am fucking you, can't you feel?" Their hips return to its frantic, desperate pace.

"One day, George," Lewis breathes out, "One day, I'll put my cock in you. Fill that space made for me, but now I want you to just cum like this." George shivers in return, fingers on Lewis' back pressing hard.

"Yeah, can you do that for me? Cum against pressure on your cunt, just like the first time?" Lewis' thrusts quickens as George writhes, both hips uncontrollable as they take and take pleasure from each other.

After a few quick thrusts, George moans loudly, body shaking and toes curling just as he did before, riding the waves of pleasure overcoming his veins and more wet dripping out of him

Lewis takes the view in, pulling his cock out under the fabric and paints George's ruined panties white.

God, if only Lewis can keep this moment permanent. George with his flushed cheeks, red kissed lips, soft glowy skin, and a messy, wet, ruined, only-for-Lewis pussy.

Lewis' mind abruptly reminds him of the digital camera inside his luggage, and Lewis smirks.

#how do I tattoo this on my self

"Smooth."

on the topic of patience

dear kasama, jason magabo perez [x] / hunch, jay parini [x] / it happens like this, james tate [x] / you can't, maya abu al-hayyat [x] / keep a-pluggin' away, paul laurence dunbar [x] / that everything's inevitable, katy lederer [x]

He would have said, ‘I had to suck really hard, but I couldn’t suck hard enough’ if he wasn’t a coward.

Lando in 2022:

"I don't know any of the new drivers"

Lando in 2023 directly to his new teammate Oscar:

"you pop up in a thong"

"I'd get him like a… see-through shirt"

"you could go between my legs"

"did you grow motherf*cker?" "how tall are you"

scraps

{carlos sainz x charles leclerc}

in which memory is a persistent thing. a love story in two halves.

-

Carlos buries his nose in the hood of the cream hoodie that Charles leaves behind, inhaling the scent of laundry soap and something unmistakably Charles.

If he closes his eyes, he can pretend Charles is here instead of thousands of miles away. Instead, the softness he wants to burrow into is hollow - empty - a poor replacement for the man he wants to touch, to taste.

He’s long realised he can’t rid himself of this yearning, and so instead of fighting it, he gives in freely - letting his hands wander over Charles whenever he can, to tease him with words and suggestive looks even when there are cameras around. He doesn’t care if anyone knows - his love demands expression.

He clutches the hoodie and wonders what other little scraps of Charles exists in his apartment, in his heart.

-

On the other side of the world, Charles stares out into the busy street, the spread of data sheets in front of him long forgotten, his coffee turning cold. Instead of the name he’s grown familiar with, one so close to his own, the papers are now scrawled with Lewis’ name, his numbers.

He feels sick.

Carlos isn’t even gone yet, but they’re already packing all memory of him into boxes.

Charles absently reaches for the little crochet toy in his lap - more carrot-shaped than chilli, and strokes a familiar line down the threading - now worn from his repeated, self-soothing movements.

Carlos once told him, teasingly, that he’d forget that toy that he’d handed to him. Like he’d be careless about it - leave it in the car, at the paddock, or in a hotel. They receive hundreds of gifts every race weekend - but this one, this time, is different.

He didn’t think Carlos heard him - but his whole face had grown serious even before he could play it cool for the cameras. “I won’t,” he’d said, almost stubbornly, more to himself than anything.

He won’t forget Carlos - no matter how many times the headlines remind him that it’s his last fucking year, no matter how many jokes Carlos makes or how casually he refers to their impending separation. He won’t forget their podiums and their losses, the taste of champagne that is especially sweet when Carlos sprays it right against his face - the taste of Carlos himself, when they’re alone behind closed doors, and he can finally summon the courage to let his hands and lips linger, possess. He won’t forget the way Carlos looks up at him from between his spread thighs, how his mouth can go from deliciously filthy to whispered tenderness that threatens to fracture him in seconds.

He has never been good with goodbyes. He was nearly inconsolable with Seb.

Now, with Carlos - it’s unthinkable.

His idly stroking finger catches on a loose thread in the crochet, and he swears when he sees the way his strokes have frayed the string, wearing it out with his carelessness. He needs to be more careful - the chili in his lap is already starting to unravel.

“You’re going to forget about it,” Carlos had said. A joke, mere weeks ago. He’ll bet Carlos has forgotten about it already.

Charles still hasn’t.

Won’t.

-

said video that eviscerated me

charlos completed fic recommendations

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punctuated all wrong - 7k - ❤️ ⭐️

Prompt: "I don’t know if someone else agrees with me but I’m a sucker for the whole person A falls in love with person B but they think they don’t deserve person B’s love trope and I’d love to see how it would play out with charlos (not saying who’s person A and who person B, even though that should be pretty obvious)"

head over heels - 44k - ❤️ 🔥

“Oh, really, you think that you, Carlos Sainz, somehow have a kink so fucked up that I wouldn’t be able to handle it, do tell me what it is”, he says, “is it spanking maybe, I’m sure you think that’s beyond taboo, you want to drape me over your lap, punish me for being a bad boy?”, Carlos shakes his head, a small glint in his eye, “Bondage then? Do you want to tie me up?”, another shake of the head, “Whips? Paddles? Feathers?”, Carlos continues shaking his head and so Charles leans in further, his voice dipping lower as he continues. “Maybe you’re into age play then”, he pushes closer, so their faces are only inches apart, “do you want me to call you daddy?”, the air between them feels like it’s on fire as Carlos breathes out a hot laugh, giving another miniscule shake off the head. “Then tell me”, Charles demands and waits as Carlos seems to consider him for a moment, before leaning forwards so his lips are next to his ear, his breath hot against his skin, sending shivers cascading down his body. “Love”.

i feel so much, i feel so numb - 23k - ❤️ ⭐️ 🔥

As long as he’s known what a soulmate is, he’s known his soulmate’s name. Carlos. Scrawled along the delicate skin of his right wrist.

can't sleep 'til i feel your touch - 8k - ⭐️ 🔥

“I could...” Carlos trails off, and Charles drops his hands from his temples, looking at him curiously. “You could, what?” “...give you a hand.” He says it so casually that it takes Charles a minute to even attempt at understanding what he means. ~ ~ OR: Charles develops insomnia, and the only thing that helps is...Carlos?

the trials of 2022 - 33k - ❤️ ⭐️ 🔥

A partial summary of the 2022 season, as told by Charles or Carlos, following each race.

dice che ti ama (ma lo sai che mente) - 2k - ⭐️ 🔥

But Charles smiled, dimples out and about, back against the wall of Carlos’ driver’s room. Like he knew he wasn’t in danger. Like he hadn’t entered a lions’ den looking like a three course meal. (Like he knew Carlos was all bark and no bite, and toying with the metaphorical rubber band —stretch, stretch, stretching— wouldn’t ever make it snap into his straight nose.)

Almost Total Wreck - 2k - 🔥 - also has Pierre/Charles

He imagines telling Pierre about it: he spat right in my face and I came like that it was so good, and he’s already replacing the man’s orgasm with his own, making his wounded sounds as he drags it out kicking and screaming, so that by the time he’s done his stomach hurts with it, his head pounds like a fever, more ache than pleasure but that’s what pleasure is, isn’t it?

worthy is the lamb (thank you for the price you paid) - 12k - ⭐️ ❌ 🔥

Predestined (adjective): [ˌpriːˈdes.tɪnd] If you say that something was predestined, you mean that it could not have been prevented or changed because it had already been decided by a power such as God or fate.

my blood is singing with your voice (the saints can't help me now) - 13k - ⭐️ 🔥

He was there. (God was also there.) Carlos walked towards the altarpiece (and the back with the white t-shirt) breathing through his nose like a bull. The cross on his chest wasn’t warm because it got a little chilly at night. He turned. “Carlos.” “Hey, Charles.” “You say my name weird.” Carlos swallowed. “Oh—” “I like it.”

all the king's horses, all the king's men - 38k - ❤️ ⭐️ 🔥

Carlos Sainz was eight years old when he fell in love. (For the first time.) It was at a race track. (It wouldn’t be the last time.)

little of your love - 5k - ⭐️ 🔥

in which Charles gets accidentally knocked up by Pierre, and he’s determined to raise the baby himself. Carlos is having none of that.

I Fell for Your Magic - 10k - 🔥

Charles had been the one to decide the sun rose and set with Carlos Sainz Jr. And it was Charles who had unexpectedly fallen in love with his teammate over the last couple years.

last night - 24k - ⭐️ 🔥

Rule #1: When you go to America, don't lose your virginity to your best friend's roommate. Charles fails Rule #1.

internal mechanics - 15k - ⭐️ 🔥

"Charles was with someone at the gym," Carlos hisses into the phone.

are we out of the woods yet? - 10k

Charles takes a few moments to consider it. It doesn’t sound like him at all. “So I really wanted it.” “Yes,” Carlos repeats, and then frowns. “Do you think–” His voice hardens just the slightest bit, leaning into… something that Charles can’t really place. “I didn’t make you do it.” Charles shifts away from him, staring at the other wall instead. “Of course. But anyway, I don’t know. I don’t remember it anyway.”

mind over matter is magic - 6k - ⭐️ 🔥

Carlos leaned on the side of the pool that overlooked Singapore at night. Arms crossed over the ledge — Carlos almost wanted to look down below. Feel the swoop in his stomach at the realization of how high up they were, relish on it. But, he rationalized, looking at Charles Leclerc usually had the same effect.

the hours i lost - 3k

Charles thinks he was foolish to be afraid of this, of Carlos. He thinks he was foolish to let himself get this far. He thinks he should have given in years ago. He thinks he’ll regret everything once he’s sober.

all the same old places - 13k - ⭐️

Charles stares at Carlos, then. Right at him. His eyes haven't changed, either. They're still the same shade of green - almost blue, even more so in the warm light of the sun. For reasons unknown, Carlos feels like smiling.

Pouring - 10k

At the age of ten, it's easy to talk about how his soulmate will be someone tall and certainly a brunette, because no one really knows what to expect until the moment they actually meet them.

Ballad of a Thin Place - 39k - ⭐️ 🔥

Thrust into the aristocracy after marrying a baronet's daughter, Charles, now a lord, struggles to adapt to the quiet life of an estate in the English countryside. Desperate for the connection and compassion that is lacking from his wife, he pursues a torrid affair with the handsome gamekeeper on their estate, a man who has a past he's trying to escape...

you bring me back to life - 1.8k

Charles said nothing, instead opting to ask him how he had been doing in his racing career. Arthur excitedly relayed everything that he could remember, from paddock gossip to results from race to race. It felt good to be surrounded by family. Not for the first time, he wished that he would have stayed. It is too late anyway. If he dwells on the past he’ll lose his present.