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elle. she/her. piastri glazer. check my pinned! AO3

[darkisms]

hiiii and welcome to my blog! my name is elle (she/her). here you will find primarily f1 content, with occasional other reblogs (all tagged).

i am an oscar piastri ride or die, and on race weekends i’m rooting for him above all else. but you will also find love here for ln4, cl16, gr63, aa23, lh44, al41 and many more tbh … i don’t hate any driver, and i’ll always tag any posts if they’re vaguely anti. i tag by first and last initials e.g op!!

this is an rpf friendly zone. you can find me on ao3 under mosaicofhearts. i love to hear thoughts about my work, and love to share little snippets and information, so please feel free to shoot me an ask whenever!

i am a multishipper! otp is landoscar, but you will find many ships here. current other faves including: choscar, nortrell, pianortrell

18+ zone, not everything here is safe for minors. please dni.

usual disclaimer for fics applies: do not share outside of discord or tumblr.

useful tags below:

my fics

my drabbles/ask game fills

my web weaves

my liveblogs

answered asks

fics i love

kink prompt fics (prompt list. currently: accepting)

[aidashakur]

i think i actually do in fact give a fuck

[darkisms]

working on a piastrell kink prompt fill but should i do carcar, landoscar, 2019 rookies or choscar after that ……….

[l0veyourselfirst]

Oscar and Lando with their LEGO mini figures

[eclipxium]

There's rpf tinhatting and then there's "realistically, they've jerked off together at least once." It's different yk

[darkisms]

write the first sentence of a fic in my inbox and i'll finish the paragraph ->

Lando stared, he always did. Oscar could feel his eyes on him, a steady presence especially when

write the first sentence of a fic and i’ll finish the paragraph

he wasn’t supposed to be looking; when he thought Oscar didn’t know that he was.

It’s just the two of them in the hotel gym, the air thick despite the a/c being turned up to the max. A large floor to ceiling mirror covers the expanse of one wall, and it’s through this that Oscar can feel the heat of Lando’s eyes. He doesn’t even have to check to confirm, knowing the tell tale thrill that runs along his spine; the same exhilaration he always gets at being watched.

He stretches lazily, lets his sweat-drenched shirt ride up ever so slightly, showing the smallest sliver of hard muscle, accentuated from all of the ab workouts he’s been punishing himself with in the past hour. He knows without looking that Lando’s eyes will flicker there, automatically catching the movement — that they’ll stick there until Oscar’s shirt slides down again, greedily drinking in the image of him.

Twisting to the side, he tangles his fingers together above his head, emitting a soft moan at the delicious stretch alongside his obliques. Despite the low volume of it, it still cuts through the air like a knife. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the muscles in Lando’s back tense beneath his t-shirt, sees the hand gripping a dumbbell, the fingers flexing and mottled yellow-white with the intensity of his grasp.

Oscar has to stifle the smirk that threatens his lips. He makes a show of retrieving his water bottle, taking slow steps over to where Lando’s situated. Trailing his finger across Lando’s shoulders, feeling the heat radiate from him.

“I’m beat,” he announces, meeting Lando’s eyes in the mirror finally and offering him a friendly smile. “I’ll catch you later maybe.”

When he leaves, it’s with the image burned into the back of his eyelids: of Lando’s flushed, damp face, his pupils blown wide and obliterating the blue green of his irises, the nervous bob of his adam’s apple.

[oscarpiastrihq]

Instagram of McLaren (@mclarenf1): “This is the suite life 😎”

[countingstars-17]

via gala.fr

[monacobby]

lando’s shiny, hairless thighs in pink striped shorts. send tweet. (x)

[darkisms]

oh, what’s this? “write the first sentence of a fic in my inbox and i'll finish the paragraph”…… rubs my evil self indulgent rat paws together 🐀

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“Arthur, fuck—,” Charles stills inside of Oscar instantaneously; Oscar would be embarrassed if not for the fact that he can feel his mind blowing orgasm slip away from him, almost in aching slow motion, or — more importantly — that of all the times Charles’ brother has come up mid-fuck, this is Oscar’s first offence.

write the first sentence of a fic and i’ll finish the paragraph

“Wait,” he tries desperately, hands clawing at Charles’s back; digging into the tight muscles of his scapula, eyes flaring wide and panicked.

Charles has gone dangerously still above him, inside him. Oscar feels adrift, his stomach dropping into nothingness, mind going black for only a moment before it kicks into overdrive, a relentless carousel of thoughts speeding through it.

“Charles,” he tries again, wincing at the break in his voice. “Please, I —.”

“Do you honestly think,” Charles says softly after a while, entire body frozen as though he’s made of marble. He may as well be, hand crafted to perfection by an artist who knew beauty as surely as he knew anything. “That my brother,” he almost spits the word out, like it tastes sour. “Could fuck you as good as this?”

Oscar shakes his head vigorously, thrashing against the pillow. “No, no, I don’t — Charles, come on,” he opts for flattery, knowing well enough now what works with Charles and what doesn’t. Trailing a finger along the bulging bicep of Charles’s left arm, Oscar drops his voice an octave. “It was an accident. I know he can’t.”

Though the impending orgasm has waned, he’s still rock hard and desperate for relief. He can feel the pulse of Charles inside him; squeezes down and revels in the immediate groan is earns him.

“Remind me,” Oscar gasps, digging his heels into the meat of Charles’s arse. “Remind me how much better you are.”

[darkisms]

i’m fed, i’m cocktailed, i’m heading to the room to write 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[darkisms]

i probably cannot watch any of the FP and qualifying this weekend but i am hoping we land back in the UK in time for the actual gp …

[let-it-linger]

quick pen drawing today 😋 i’m having sm fun posting more art thank u guys for the love !!!

[merclando]

holy shit oscar

[cspiastri]

take your turn, oscar (said in carlos' accent)

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

Just as a reminder: anyone can be a sub, anyone can be a dom, and anyone can be a top, and anyone can be a bottom, and if you convince yourself that someone can only be one of these things because of how they look and act, then you are making broad assumptions that sweep back into borderline homophobia

[eightyonefour]

McLarenF1: Hitting the seas before we hit the streets 🌊