Oscar sighs, head dropping onto the cool surface of the kitchen counter next to his laptop. It’s not even noon and he’s already ready to curl back into bed.
He’s been in and out of zoom lobbies since about 9 AM; a team call that could have been an email, an engineering debrief that summarised to something a long the lines of, “the car looks decent, lets go chase some podiums next week,” and lastly, a 20 minute lecture from Sophie in PR about being nice to his teammate.
That last one was particularly annoying. What did they expect? Oscar to be well adjusted in three months? For him to go from years of racing alongside his husband — and his husband only — to suddenly having a hot-shot 20 something rookie as his main rival? Honestly, he’d laugh it wasn’t the third time he’s had this exact meeting.
He groans, squeezing his eyes shut and counting back from ten with a steady breath at each number. Right as he reaches one, he feels the familiar weight of Lando’s fingers along his spine; starting roughly a third of the way down, trailing up between his shoulders, and settling against the sliver of exposed skin at the base of his neck.
Oscar hums in content, the tension in his shoulders easing beneath the grounding touch of Lando’s palm. After a beat, he pushes off the counter, turning in his chair so that he’s facing Lando; looking up at him with tired eyes that go beyond lack of sleep.
“You look like shit,” Lando teases, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Oscar laughs despite himself, dropping his head against Lando’s chest as he does, inhaling the familiar lavender he’s grown fond of over the years. Lando laughs as well, arms moving to circle Oscar’s shoulders, drawing him even further in.
They stay like that for several minutes, basking in the late morning sun and each other’s company. The only sounds coming from the faint whirl of their fridge and the light spring breeze wafting through the half open balcony door.
“Why’d you have to retire,” Oscar mumbles, face pressed to the divot of Lando’s shoulder. “Whole thing’s shit without you. They’re making me do teammate bonding now. Fucking trust exercises and all sorts of bullshit. Ridiculous honestly.”
Lando snorts, biting his lip to stiffle the laugh threatening to spill over, face pressing further in Oscar’s neck as he does.
“Don’t laugh,” Oscar protests, lightly shoving Lando’s waist. “It’s not funny.”
“I mean, it’s a little funny,” Lando grins, pulling back to look Oscar in the eye. Oscar frowns, feigning offence before a soft huff passes his lips, because, yes, it is a little funny. Frustrating and benign, sure, but yes, he does see the humour in it after years of praise for the well-maintained pairing him and Lando had for over a decade.
“Just miss having you there,” Oscar mumbles, cheeks blushing over a deeper shade of red than usual. It’s honest in a way they’ve both been tentative about for the last year after Lando first told Oscar he wouldn’t be renewing his contract.
It had been difficult; Oscar wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the sport he’s been in love with practically his whole life nor the only teammate he’s had in it thus far. But this wasn’t about him; it was about Lando, and fuck if he was going to be anything less than supportive of whatever Lando wanted to do next.
“Miss you too,” Lando whispers, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against Oscar’s lips, eyes slipping shut as he rests there for a minute. “Come get breakfast with me?” He asks after a second.
“Had breakfast about five hours ago,” Oscar teases, already blindly reaching behind him to shut the lid of his laptop.
“Oh shut up,” Lando groans, lightly smacking his shoulder, their hands intertwining as walk down the small hallway to their front door.
apparently human prostate is 2 inches deep, it made me think just how perfect oscock is to just hit at the right place in lando
idk why its always me with a measurement fact connecting oscock in ur inbox but yea
are you the anon who sent me dicks size facts??? all hail your numeric and pleasure-centred knowledge!
btw I skimmed my asks the other day and this has been sitting with me. like. it really is about how you use it, and oscar is a determined fellow, he would trial every angle, and shove pillow after pillow under lando's hips until he is hitting it dead on every time, his few inches be damned, that boy can fuck!
for magical hijinks, bodyswap but its lily and magui who gets swapped
magical hijinks prompt game
I continue to kiss your brain every single time you tell me some insane shit. The conversations we’ve had around this prompt are truly insane and unhinged and I wouldn’t have it any other way <33 This WILL be a full fic at some point so if you’re interested keep an eye out. It would explore more of the magui/oscar implications and also the lily/magui ones because I love this!! But for now this will be a prompt fill . I hope you enjoy it !
Landolily | Body-swap | ~0.9 k
When Lily wakes up, it’s to the feeling of soft kisses being peppered along her torso — down between the valley of her breasts, over her navel, and along the waistband of her underwear. Deft thumbs hook into the thin straps over her hips, gently pulling them down while Oscar presses kisses down her legs.
Slowly, she lets her eyes open, blinking awake into the dark room. She can’t help but furrow her brows, almost certain they left the curtains half open when they went to bed last night given how much Lily likes waking up to the sun soaking her.
Under the sheets, Oscar bites into her thigh, lapping at it immediately after he does. Fuck, as good as it feels that definitelyisn’t right. Oscar’s not a biter for starters, he’s always been so gentle with her. A little too gentle sometimes. And even if by some miracle he decided to start indulging her unspoken fantasies now, the teeth are all wrong. The sharpest points of his bite feels too far apart, almost as if it were his canines digging in the most and not the two right in front.
Her thoughts are cut off when Weird-Oscar presses a kiss to her entrance, the tip of his nose pushing against the hood of her clit. He nuzzles into her, breathing her in as he presses kisses along the outer edge of her lips.
“Mhm,” Lily moans, arching into the touch, her fingers latching into his… curls? That’s not right. Lily frowns, dragging her nails through his hair experimentally. His hair feels messy, loose ringlets that have tussled out during his sleep.
Before she can say anything more, Almost-Certainly-Not-Her-Oscar is pushing into her, the tip of his tongue lapping at her entrance, lips latching onto her labia.
“Fuck,” she moans, fingers tugging against his hair, pushing him further into her. He goes willingly, shifting under the sheets to hold onto her hips. His hands feel bigger than they should as well, thumbs meeting each other just short of her navel. Fuck, yeah this is definitely not her Oscar.
She’s heard about this before. People temporarily switching with different versions of themselves across realities, swapping bodies with someone else, a whole assortment of bizarre things that can happen when a little bit of magic is involved. The general consensus is it doesn’t really count if you do something with another version of your partner.
Assuming it is your partner, of course.
It’s hard for her to dwell on the ethical implications of whatever is going on while kisses are being pressed against her core, her mind melting more with each one.
The man — who she hopes is another version of Oscar — brings one hand down, slowly pushing the tip of his finger into her cunt. His tongue latches onto her clit, tip circling it with practiced precision all while his finger continues to work into her. It goes in easier than it should, the usual tension she experiences seemingly nonexistent here.
Lily can’t help the string of moans and curses she lets out, fingers tensing at the feeling, hips bucking up to meet his lips.
This Oscar seems to capitalise on simplicity. His lips sucking against her gently while his fingers curl to find the soft spot within her that has her seeing stars in seconds
She lets herself revel in it — the feeling of his hair tickling her over-sensitive thighs, the way his other thumb presses right underneath her navel, the feeling of his shoulders holding her apart every time she tries to close them.
Fuck, he’s really, really good at this.
It doesn’t take long for warmth to start coiling behind her navel. The build up steady yet entirely unexpected.
Seemingly sensing her nearing the edge, he hums against her, tongue suckling her with a steady fervour, fingers curlings with precision.
Lily’s jaw drops with a strangled moan, tipping over the edge before she can do anything to stop it. She feels her eyes squeeze shut, the back of her eyelids painted white hot as pleasure courses through her.
He continues to suck on her clit, gently easing as he helps her ride out her orgasm, fingers slowing before stilling entirely.
Eventually, after what feels like hours, Lily begins to whine in overstimulation, pulling her hips away from the feeling.
Beneath the sheets, Alternative-Universe-Oscar chuckles to himself, pressing a final kiss against her before pulling back, easing his fingers out gently, wiping against the sheets.
Her fingers release their clutch against his hair, falling against the sheets uselessly while she takes a deep steadying breath. Her mouth feels dry, her head pounding, and her cunt aching in the best way possible.
“Jesus Mags, nearly fuckin’ ripped my hair out,” he chuckles beneath her, pushing the covers up and over his head.
Lily frowns, eyes shooting open. Pushing onto her elbows, she looks down at Lando emerging from beneath the sheets, dopy smile plastered against his wet lips as he grins up at her all 32 teeth on display.
Hi Del! Thanks for the ask and taking the request to spam my inbox seriously, hope you like it <3
Lando groans, stumbling through the entrance of their hotel room as he kicks his shoes off half heartedly. He’s tired, unbelievably tired. Between the heat hazard of a weekend, the car fighting him through every corner of qualifying, and the restless energy spiralling behind his eyes since he woke up it’s no surprise he is.
He drops his bag with little regard for the contents within it, beelining towards the plush bed in the centre of the room. "Hey," he grumbles, crawling up the bed and falling flat against Max's chest before he's even had a chance to acknowledge their entrance.
"Hey to you too," Max responds, opening his arms to let Lando burry his head in the crook of his neck.
Behind them, Oscar moves through the room with more care; setting his bag down gently, moving Lando's so it doesn't become a tripping hazard tomorrow, lining their shoes up next to the pile of half strewn suitcases. He circles the bed slowly, leaning over Lando to kiss Max in greeting; pulling back with a tired smile, nodding towards the en-suite in lieu of a full sentence.
"You alright?" Max asks tentatively, wincing when Lando huffs in humourless frustration. "Right, yeah. Stupid question," he mumbles to himself instead.
"You wanna talk about it?" Lando shakes his head, shoulders hunching till his ears. His fingers press against the collar of Max's shirt, cold despite the fact that it's still well over 25 degrees even after sunset.
Several minutes pass like this; Max tracing soft circles into his back while Lando fidgets with the thread bare fabric of his shirt.
Lando's mind has gone hazy when Oscar eventually joins them; taking Max's open arm as an invitation to the growing dog-pile, his own circling Lando as they press themselves further into Max's chest. Oscar's fingers snake up as well, their pinky's intertwining against Max's sweat slicked collarbone.
Lando breathes; a horrible, shaking breath that runs through him, dislodging his frustrations, exhaustion, and anxiety. His fingers still, falling lax into the divot of Max's chest.
Max continues rubbing circles into his shoulders, Oscar's pinky stays wrapped around his own, and for the first time since this morning he settles, wrapped in the warmth of love and security.
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Two for the ask of one !
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"Go go sleep Bob," Max mumbles, face still pressed against Oscar's shoulder.
🌻whatever I want
I'm really slow at doing basic math. Which should be more concerning considering I essentially get paid to do basic math (and English). And when I mean basic math I mean it takes my brain several seconds to do something like 7+8.
fuck marry kill : hp tuners iracing!oscar, 2026 austria!oscar, Isle of Man!oscar
saturday sleepover
Would it even be sleepover Saturday with a diabolical fmk from you 😔
Fuck Austria 2026. I wanna lick the sweat off of him. Plus the hairline looks less bad because it's all floppy
Mary hp turner iracing. He gives off such boyfriend energy and he was all rosy and soft looking. The hair might be a problem though because that was just after a haircut (?) But overall still marriage material
Kill isle of man. Listen. He spent the weekend whoring himself out for his pathetic dog of a manager. He's leaving me either way. Also it was too much bottom enegery that weekend and that's not the mood I'm in
I made sushi for dinner and won't even be able to have any :/ which is my own fault really because I was being silly and forgot i dont even have dinner at my dads house on wednesdays. And also I messed something up along the way and now there's less than usual plus the rice is less nice than usual.
