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[oztri]

landoscar and the word bunny for the 5 sentences or paragraphs if you want to yap :D

this is for everyone who has interacted w my post abt lan!puppy mounting bunny!osc... also this isn't very good i am so sorry but i'm probably gonna elaborate on this at some point!!

cw: hybrids, lan!puppy, bunny!osc, somnophilia, knotting implied, oscar piastri has a pussy, free use

"Lan...do?" The name slips out quietly, Oscar's voice heavy with sleep. It hasn't quite yet lost its rasp. Lando's ears pick it up immediately, though. His eyes snap open and Oscar sucks in a sharp breath at the sight. Lando's pupils are dilated, black eating away at the pretty mess of sea glass. Lando groans, fucking into Oscar harder. It rocks the whole bed and makes Oscar's entire body tremble. Lando nearly howls from the feeling of how tight Oscar gets. "Bunny-" Lando manages. "Bunny, 'm sorry. Sorry, I just... I needed this. Needed you." Oscar's hands ball into fists as a new sensation washes over him. A cry wrenches itself from Oscar's throat as he twists, body locking up before he's even coherent. Wetness spills between his thighs, muscles quivering on every attempted breath in. He's coming on Lando's cock without even a second to think about it. Lando yips at the tight squeeze of Oscar's cunt around him. A hand paws at Oscar's hip, digging blunt nails into the soft skin before he's holding Oscar down with the other, palm flat against Oscar's sternum. "'M sorry, Osc. Sorry - fuck!" Oscar lays on his back, thighs spread wide over Lando's own. He can't do much more than lay there and take it. His poor brain hadn't even hardly caught up before he was leaking onto the sheets; safe to say he doesn't have the power to get away even if he wanted to. "Sorry - bunny, 'm sorry." Through bleary eyes, he looks up to see Lando hunched over him, tongue hanging out of his mouth and dripping drool onto his cheek. There's an ache between his thighs and a weight in his belly that he hasn't felt for days and Oscar isn't quite ready to give it up.

5 sentence (paragraph) game!

[prokrastinartiya]

[prttynrgnl]

side by side this is crazy

[chevabchich]

Wasp osc🐝

[oopslandiia]

oscturi but it's artturi watching oscar buy clothes (and fucking in the dressing room)??????

https://x.com/oscmega/status/2055007611645272219?s=20

I think now is a good time to answer this?

Like, Artturi would totally follow every movement with his eyes and everytime Oscar finds something he likes, he lifts it up and just waits for the subtitle shake or nod from Artturi. Because after all this time, they just like this right? One look is enough to know what the other one things. And when Oscar slowly strolls in the direction of the changing rooms Artturi follows him after a while, grabs some skimpy shorts before he joins him in the cabin. The place is already cramped but with two grown man inside even more. Without a word he is pressing the shorts against Oscar’s naked chest and Oscar just gets it, pulls his boxerbriefs down to get into the shorts. A pale lilac, short and tight, so that his ass looks even rounder and at the front? The clear bulge of his semi hard dick. He almost whimpers when Artturi smiles at him, the soft and warm thing only reserved for Oscar. But the gentle version of Art is gone as fast as it appeared, Oscar finds himself pressed against the wall, one big hand pressed over his mouth. Artturi‘s hot breath against his neck while the other hand pulls the shorts down, just enough so he can slip his dick between Oscar‘s cheeks where he is still wet and sticky from their daily morning fuck. Artturi won’t fuck him, not here where he can’t enjoy it, but the friction of Oscar’s fat ass cheeks is almost enough, especially with the way Oscar’s tenses the muscle with each thrust. There is still a hand over his mouth, muffling all the sounds, while the other one cups Oscar’s bulge trough the shorts. Oscar knows Artturi isn’t here to play. Either Oscar comes before him or Artturi leaves him. Just a minute longer, maybe. But then Artturi groans and in the next minute he is gone, leaving Oscar shaking and on the edge of his orgasm. There is a kiss pressed against his shoulder. "Take care of this" and then? Artturi is gone and it almost feels like a fever dream

[darkisms]

landoscar + #1 for the hand holding prompts would be super cute!!

touches prompts

tiny hands in big hands // landoscar

“Your hands are like — proper small.”

Oscar’s rolling his eyes before the full sentence is even out of Lando’s mouth, already anticipating where it’s going before it gets there. His hands are not that small; they’re totally average for a man as far as he’s concerned. And sure, he does have daintier fingers than one might expect, and he’s well aware that his untrimmed nails don’t exactly help with this perception, but — well. He’s particular about his nails, and he isn’t going to cut them just because some idiots think it’ll make him more masculine.

“They’re not that small,” he says, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. “They’re perfectly average.”

Lando snorts. “Sure. And my dick’s average too.”

“I wouldn’t know about that, mate,” Oscar snarks; can’t help himself, really, even though what he’s saying is not wholly truthful. He’s not personally acquainted with Lando’s genitals, sure, but he’s seen enough through fireproofs and unfairly tight swimming trunks to know that Lando’s packing. He’s hardly going to admit that though, is he? “But I do know my hands aren’t that small.”

“They’re tiny,” Lando’s protesting, and then he’s leaning across the table, reaching out with one hand, and Oscar can’t even stop him — barely understands what’s happening until he feels one of Lando’s hands grab at one of his own, and by then it’s far too late.

“See?” Lando’s saying, gesturing with their clasped hands, moving Oscar’s inside his. “It literally fits in mine.”

It suddenly feels to Oscar like all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the room, a stifling pressure applied to his chest. He’s looking at their hands — or, more accurately, Lando’s hand, because it’s fully wrapped around his, so much so that his is not even visible. He’s looking at their hands and there’s a sudden pounding in his ears, the dull thud of his heart against his sternum, beating hard like it wants to be freed.

He’s always known Lando’s got big hands. Obviously. It’s not something he’s really thought about at all, it’s just — something he knows to be fact. The sky is blue. Grass is green. Lando Norris has huge fucking hands.

Knowing that and having it proved so starkly by comparison with his own body, though; those are very different things. And for some reason, the truth of it feels particularly earth shattering.

Lando’s hand envelopes Oscar’s like it’s nothing, palm mammoth and warm, fingers thick and wide and reaching.

Oscar’s never felt any which way about his hands, really, other than maybe a little annoyed at everyone’s insistence that they’re too feminine. He doesn’t feel that way now, though. He feels — he takes a moment to silently assess the signs his own body is releasing, the shortness of breath and tightness of his chest, the staccato rhythm of his heart, and — oh fuck.

He absolutely can not have his teenage crush on Lando Norris reignited over hands of all things.

“Right,” he clears his throat and pulls his hand back — it’s a little rough if Lando’s surprised expression is anything to go by, but Oscar purposely avoids looking at Lando for too long. “Great. Point proven. You have bigger hands. Can we get back to this telemetry now or did you want to measure anything else?”

He’s dreaming.

He must be dreaming, because Lando gets a calculating look on his face, leaning back into his chair with a practiced coolness that’s almost too perfect.

“Depends,” he drawls, raising a brow. “What are we talking about here?”

He’s smirking, the dick. Oscar ignores the steadily increasing rhythm of his heartbeat, willing himself to calm down even as he stares coolly back. “Depends,” he counters. “What will you show me?”

[prokrastinartiya]

[prokrastinartiya]

[mintraindrop]

more (not so) secret heart eyes, more blushing, more cheeky smiles. yeah, landoscar at their peak.

[transgp]

OSCAR PIASTRI PODIUM FINISHER!!!

[l0veyourselfirst]

the reason why is mtc out of paper x

[oztri]

first of all, just wanna say i adore every fic you’ve ever written, i re-visite them very often

for the prompt game, could you try Landoscar / tight ? 🤓

oh stop it right now that's so incredibly sweet D: that tickles me pink!!! im so glad!!!

also im sick and nasty so this 5 paragraphs instead of 5 sentences bc i can't shut the fuck up... (i am also going to keep writing this i think and post it as a drabble thank u anonnie)

cw: omegaverse, alpha4alpha landoscar

Lando's heard through the grapevine that it's better to fuck another alpha. Sure, they don't get nearly as wet as omegas do; don't open up as nicely and require a bit more work, but supposedly, they're hotter; tighter. He doesn't quite believe it, though. No, not until he's got Oscar underneath him, pinned and looking up at him with a glimmer in his eye. Lando thought it would be harder, bullying another alpha down until his lip trembled and his cock jumped, but Oscar was easy. Easy. Minimal bitching required, if any at all. Oscar's lashes are lined with tears, unshed and glimmering like crystals as he arches up into Lando's palm—warm and wide on his sternum. "Please," the poor thing murmurs, begging so sweetly. His voice sounds like honey, dripping with need and want and all things sinful. His tongue peeks out from behind his teeth and laps at his cupid's bow. The syllable sounds ruined already, frayed at the edges from nothing more than a few kisses and some heavy petting. Oscar's scent is thick in the bedroom, all dark chocolate and orange blossom. It seeps into the sheets and curls heavy on Lando's tongue where he's got it pressed to the swollen gland on Oscar's throat. "Please, Lan… Promise it'll be good. It'll be worth the work, swear." And, well, Lando has never exactly been known to be a man of conviction—not when there's a deal as sweet as this. Groaning, Lando digs his fingers into plush thigh; pale skin dimpling under grip. Oscar lets out a pretty sigh, canting his hips up enough to get Lando's tip to catch. They both choke on twin breaths as Lando sinks in. Stars burst behind Lando's eyelids, a gasp caught in his throat as Oscar—tight, warm, tight—Oscar opens up and stretches around him. Whoever had told him that other alphas didn't open up nicely was a liar, and a dirty one at that.

5 sentence (paragraph) game!

[oztri]

landoscar and the word bunny for the 5 sentences or paragraphs if you want to yap :D

this is for everyone who has interacted w my post abt lan!puppy mounting bunny!osc... also this isn't very good i am so sorry but i'm probably gonna elaborate on this at some point!!

cw: hybrids, lan!puppy, bunny!osc, somnophilia, knotting implied, oscar piastri has a pussy, free use

"Lan...do?" The name slips out quietly, Oscar's voice heavy with sleep. It hasn't quite yet lost its rasp. Lando's ears pick it up immediately, though. His eyes snap open and Oscar sucks in a sharp breath at the sight. Lando's pupils are dilated, black eating away at the pretty mess of sea glass. Lando groans, fucking into Oscar harder. It rocks the whole bed and makes Oscar's entire body tremble. Lando nearly howls from the feeling of how tight Oscar gets. "Bunny-" Lando manages. "Bunny, 'm sorry. Sorry, I just... I needed this. Needed you." Oscar's hands ball into fists as a new sensation washes over him. A cry wrenches itself from Oscar's throat as he twists, body locking up before he's even coherent. Wetness spills between his thighs, muscles quivering on every attempted breath in. He's coming on Lando's cock without even a second to think about it. Lando yips at the tight squeeze of Oscar's cunt around him. A hand paws at Oscar's hip, digging blunt nails into the soft skin before he's holding Oscar down with the other, palm flat against Oscar's sternum. "'M sorry, Osc. Sorry - fuck!" Oscar lays on his back, thighs spread wide over Lando's own. He can't do much more than lay there and take it. His poor brain hadn't even hardly caught up before he was leaking onto the sheets; safe to say he doesn't have the power to get away even if he wanted to. "Sorry - bunny, 'm sorry." Through bleary eyes, he looks up to see Lando hunched over him, tongue hanging out of his mouth and dripping drool onto his cheek. There's an ache between his thighs and a weight in his belly that he hasn't felt for days and Oscar isn't quite ready to give it up.

5 sentence (paragraph) game!

[readtwilightandhatedit]

in vain

Below you’ll find Oscar who has a small dick and Lando who is kind of mean about it (but Oscar likes it)

———

“Come on, baby,” Lando coos, his voice mockingly sweet and innocent. “Just fuck me.”

There’s a small, hitching breath and a frantic slap of skin against skin, and then that dooming emptiness again.

“Lando,” Oscar whines, the o at the end drawn out for a span of time that threatens to kill Lando.

It really takes all he has for him to stay still and just lie there on his back, arms stretched out above his head, an expectant but bored look on his face.

He’s fractions away from just gripping Oscar’s hips, flipping them around and fucking him instead.

But he forces himself to endure it, even though he feels impatiently empty by now, and his dick starts to twitch angrily where it’s lying untouched against his stomach.

“Come on,” he says again, his voice purposefully annoyed and demanding.

Oscar lets out a devastated sob as he rocks his hips forward once again.

Lando can see how much he’s trying. How he’s trying to make the most minute movements, enough to fuck his dick back and forth, but not enough that he slips out.

He doesn’t manage. He slips out every single time, desperate whines dripping from his lips whenever he fails again.

It’s not his fault.

He’s just too small.

Lando would feel bad about it if he couldn’t see it written all over Oscar’s face how much the humiliation of it all turns him on.

“Baby,” he says, almost scornfully now. He sees the flush on Oscar’s face darkening and his eyes fluttering closed as he lines himself up again once more. There’s a cute, concentrated crease in his brow that makes Lando want to bite him. He’s not one to give up easily, Lando has to give him that.

He has to work hard to suppress the grin that’s trying to creep across his face.

“If you can’t manage, I can take a dildo instead.”

“No,” Oscar cries out, lining himself up again. “Please.”

Lando sighs exaggeratedly, just to raise the pressure.

“It’s fine, honestly. No big deal,” he says, finding Oscar’s eyes. Oscar whimpers and pushes in once more, frantically, clenching his teeth when he sees almost no reaction on Lando’s face as he tries to get as deep inside as possible.

The smallest, pathetic buck of his hips.

Lando rolls his eyes. “That’s not exactly satisfying, baby,” he mumbles, stroking over Oscar’s pink cheek with the back of his hand, casually cruel. “Come on, it’s not a bad thing to give up.”

He feels Oscar giving in, slipping out slowly, a frustrated expression on his face.

Lando’s heart flutters and his stomach coils, low and impatient. He’s wondered before if it makes him a horrible person, getting off on the desperation on Oscar’s face as he fails his task—shockingly simple and subjectively impossible at the same time.

Deliberately, Lando lays his huge hands on Oscar’s dainty waist, grips, and turns them around, laying Oscar down on the mattress carefully. He slides his hands down Oscar’s thick thighs that frame his tiny cock—making it look awfully endearing. He picks up his legs and wraps them around his waist, ignoring Oscar's sad whimper.

Tinged with a sudden desire to be mean, he flicks against Oscar’s tiny, hard cock. Oscar trembles with shame and arousal.

“It’s okay,” Lando whispers as he lines himself up, a little breathless.

“You’re just not meant for this, are you, baby?”

He presses a soft kiss to Oscar’s forehead, caressing and mocking at the same time.

“You’re meant to be taken.”

With that, he slips in in one long, slow, indulgent stroke—making sure Oscar feels every last inch of his unnecessarily large dick. Making sure Oscar feels every inch of his inferiority.

[piasthetic]

bunnies all the time for some reason

[transgp]

chinese gp 2026 ... post quali

[pinsaroulettes]

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