Fuck The Constructors They Are Trying To Beat Lestappan On Ao3 Top 100

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First pic shut UP my sweet gleeful boy

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

im so proud of this (sketch below)

franco and, um, oscar are hot to go

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,”

i can't stop thinking about how oversized that hoodie was that oscar was wearing at mtc.

like lando could fully fit in that thing with him. imagine oscar just chilling there minding his business on his phone or sum and all of a sudden a curly head of hair shoves its way under the hoodie 😭😭

Fluff is literally .. the thing I really can’t do but I also couldn’t stop thinking about it so take my 700 words dabble (unedited) of Lando taking over the place in Osc‘s hoodie.🥺

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“S‘fucking cold in Zandvoort man.” Lando barges into his hotel room like he owns that place. Hair a fluffy mess, nose and the tips of his ears pink and alone from the look on his face Oscar already knows Lando is grumpy. Grumpy in the worst sense.

And Oscar? He had the morning session. Already showered, ordered some food and lounged the rest of the day in his bed. Comfy sweats, a pair of fuzzy socks he stole from Lando and the oversized Reiss sweater on. Just enjoying a bit of free time before the madness starts again. He earned that. Just like the extra big portion of pasta he had after his shower.

Lando kicked his shoes off, one trainer flying half-way through the room before he stopped right in front of the bed, one eyebrow raised in a silent question, gooseflesh still visible on his tanned arms.

“Next time try wearing a hoodie?”

Oscar mocks him, tone light while he leans his head to the side - already knowing what Lando wants without saying. Patting the side next to him, already lifting up the blanket. Lando wrangles down his sweats, shirt following, before he lays down next to Oscar, pressing his cold body against the Aussie who lets out a sharp gasp.

“Fuck Lands you’re like .. ice cold?”

The only thing missing is the teeth chattering, would be really dramatic in Oscar’s opinion but on the other hand Lando is the one for dramatic shit. Instead the brit pushes a sneaky hand under Oscar’s hoodie, the cold of his fingers seeping through the shirt.

“That‘s nice..“

A mumble; before Oscar suddenly has a mop of brown curls in his face, Lando wrapping himself over Oscar‘s body, seeking out the warmth he needs so desperately. The other hand slightly pulls at the hem of the hoodie.

“Really big on you. You reckon .. we could both fit in?” Head lifted, he looks at Oscar. Eyes big, head tilted. Doing his best puppy-gremlin-expression, also including a little pout.

For a moment Oscar just stares, thinking about sending Lando away to take a shower so he can enjoy a few more minutes of peace. But at the same time it’s Lando. And he can never say no to Lando, no matter how hard he tries. So after taking a deep breath, he slowly slides more down, lifting the blankets in the process again.

“Try it, just try to keep the hoodie in one piece, yeah?”

But Lando is already busy, sliding down Oscar‘s body. In every other situation it would be hot. But right now, it’s just so awfully endearing. The way Lando lifts up the hoodie, biting down on his bottom lip. Oscar can see the gears in his head working, figuring out how they both can fit in. Oscar is just glad Lando doesn’t see the pathetic fond look on his face and he can bring himself back to looking normal when Lando slides between his legs. Curly head already gone under the hoodie.

There are a few huffs, Lando almost kicks Oscar in the balls when he lifts up one of his legs but then, a long moment later (Oscar was already concerned Lando would suffocate) the head full of brown curls pops out of the neckline; a wide grin on his lips, all teeth on display.

“Hi..”

Lando giggles, face nuzzling against Oscar‘s neck, arms wrapped around his upper body, straddling his lap. When Oscar tilts his head, he can take a deep breath of just Lando. Colognes, shampoo and hairproducts. And if his heart slows down a few beats, it’s between him and god.

His arms wrapped around Lando‘s form under the hoodie, their shared warmth already making him tired again. Lando squirms a bit, just shuffling around until he finds his final position, letting out a content sigh. Body going lax and heavy against Oscar’s chest.

“Could s‘here forever Osc.“

Landos words already slurred, voice low and hoarse like in the mornings. Even without looking at his face Oscar knows that Lando tries to fight sleep, so one of his hands finds the way in Lando‘s curls, softly scraping his scalp until the Brit starts to snore softly. Forever sounds really good.

media people trying to make kitten perform and sometimes kitten really is not having it (and Oscar finds him extra endearing like this)