Practicing :3

the 2025 sanrio character ranking vote is tearing my friend groups apart so i made this 🤠

#SixFanarts thank you 🫶

some sketches

7,5 hours of work, it's surprisingly faster than i thought. I thought it would take at least a day🙂‍↔️

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"sorry"

franco and, um, oscar are hot to go

Nothing just Oscar kneeling looking up at Lando while his face is infront of Lando's co-*gunshots*

Hi I don't know if you take requests but I'm genuinely so thirsty for a c²/oscar fic doesn't matter if it's nsfw I really just need one 😭😭😭🙏

I’ve actually written a Charles/Carlos/Oscar threesome already which you can find on my AO3 which is linked on my profile (shameless self promo) I’m just too lazy to link it here lmao.

But here’s a small thing set after the Jeddah gp.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

Charles had the audacity to look scandalised as he pulled away from Oscar, his gaze zeroing in on Carlos who was standing smugly behind them.

“He wants it,” Charles said with a scoff as he pulled Oscar closer by his waist, the younger man being manhandled easily as he managed to catch his own hands into the front of Charles’ shirt.

“I’m sure he does,” Carlos muttered which had Oscar turning briefly to offer him his best scowl before turning back to Charles with a soppy look of need.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, mon chéri,” Charles said, a smirk flashing across his face as he let his hands drift down to grope at Oscar’s ass.

Oscar gasped quietly, burying his head in Charles’ neck- suckling at the skin there to keep himself occupied.

“It’s a little pathetic,” Carlos spoke, stepping a little closer. Oscar just whined this time- no look of distain or disapproval on his face.

“That he won the race and yet here he is begging to be used,” Carlos continued, taking a further step forward. Oscar whimpered again, hands clutching even tighter in the front of Charles’ red Ferrari polo.

Sometimes, Carlos couldn’t even look at Charles in his team kit without feeling a sudden surge of…something. It wasn’t exactly jealousy, just sadness maybe- thinking about what could’ve been. How four years of being teammates with a man he’d spent so much intimate time with was ending so suddenly.

“I must thank your trainer for this,” Carlos said before crowding up behind Oscar and grabbing a fistful of his ass. Oscar lunched forward into Charles, gasping loudly.

“Come on,” Oscar whined, his body shaking as he tilted his head up to look at Charles- eyes wide and pleading.

“This what you want?” Charles asked as he slipped his hand underneath Oscar’s clothes, his finger dipped between Oscar’s cheeks. Oscar nodded violently- cheeks flushed and cock straining in his underwear.

Carlos pushed himself a little closer, trying to block them off a little more from the outside world.

Because that was the thing- they were still in the paddock, hidden between two large buildings. They were lucky that it was night time.

“Why are you wet?” Charles asked, pushing his finger into Oscar. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Oscar say it.

Oscar bit his bottom lip, cheeks still flushed a beautiful shade of pink as he blinked up at Charles.

“Fingered myself after the podium,” He whispered as Carlos leaned in towards his neck, licking a strip up behind his ear.

“Good boy,” Carlos said, his hands planting onto Oscar’s hips as Charles continued to work his finger inside Oscar’s hole.

Oscar let out a breathless moan, leaning back into Carlos’ chest. Charles protested this as he slipped another finger inside.

“When you two are done defacing my teammate, I need him for a debrief,”

Oscar’s eyes widened in disbelief at the voice- hiding his face in Charles’ chest. Carlos and Charles both looked stunned, bodies frozen in place.

“Lando- we-“

“Don’t bother, I have eyes, mate. I can see what you’re up to. Just get Oscar to me ASAP, yeah?” Lando said and before anyone could explain themselves any further, he was gone.

“I gotta-“

“Hold on cariño, you’re not going anywhere until we’re done with you,” Carlos said, hands starting to pull Oscar’s pants and underwear down.

“But Lando said-“

“Does Lando decide what you can and can’t do?” Charles asked, fingers still buried inside Oscar- he shifted them slightly to make a point, Oscar’s face scrunching up at the stimulation.

“No…”

“Then be a good boy and bend over,”