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My boys✨🎀

#you just. never. miss #i love this Lando so do much #perfection #Lando Norris #oscar piastri #other people's art

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sweet talk

logan/oscar, logan/oscar/alex | e | ~4.7k words

"Right, sorry. Back to the silent prison of the cuck chair." "Well, it's not really cucking, is it. Since you're not in the relationship." "A cuck chair is a state of mind, Oscar." "Dude."

>read on ao3

#i read this last night and have read it about 8 times since #this Oscar will live rent free in my brain/heart/soul for the foreseeable #loscar #logan/oscar/alex #fic rec #fic

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#obsessed with the nape of his neck #slope of his shoulders #not well at all after this #lando norris #oscar piastri

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same landosc, just another year ✨

#eeeee <3 #they're the cutest #oscar piastri #lando norris

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dump of recent art stuff ❓

matching 814 finish the lyrics charms !!! :') also hypothetical linked charms that will never be made lol

misc. fanart and some doodles of ellie nyoomfruits's wonderful fic that i adore very much T__T

some old sticker designs that i revamped to standardize oscar's style + a bonus kirb heh... still have a lot of sketches 2 finish but will try printing these soon

#my break is about to end so i can't add fun tags this is workplace harassment #lando norris #oscar piastri #other people's art #I WILL RETURN

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Redbull mechanics using the China trophy as a hula hoop and Ferrari mechanics having their vogue photoshoot. Clearly the best teams.

Mercedes is watching their flop boss have a mental breakdown over one driver and sleeping with the other. Alpine has 5 members. Williams has half a car. Sauber pitstops are being done by snails. Everyone else is irrelevant.

I'm fucking WHEEZING

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your daily dose of maxplaining

#perfectly normal gifset that I'm not reblogging for nefarious reference purposes #only obvious to me and maybe Jess #lando norris #max verstappen

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AUSTRALIAN GP 2024 | Pre-Race Fan Stage

#oscar come on #is he actually capable of looking away from Lando for more than 3 seconds or is it a medical condition #landoscar

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#aaaah 💛 your style #such a gorgeous blend of masculine and delicate elements #how the fabric folds and twists on his raised arm? I'm sick #lando norris

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#oscar get up #oscar piastri #lando norris

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am i the only one endeared by oscar's constant need to adjust the collar of his nomex 😔

#fueling my obsession #so still for someone in constant motion #Oscar piastri

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let go before it's too late

“Mate. Oscar.” Max lowers his voice, even though they’re alone, and no one that matters could hear. “Babe. C’mon. What?” “Nothing, it’s just...” Oscar shuts one eye, squeezing it like he’s just sucked a particularly sour slice of lemon, zinging right up his nose. “I did that once. In, er, well, when we were here last.” Max blinks, trying to riddle that one through in his brain a bit. The last time they were here on the balcony, like last night, or the last time they were here, in the Canary Islands, back when Max was fucking around with someone else on their team and Oscar had a huge fucking crush on him.  “Fucking hell, Oscar. What the fuck?”

max fewtrell/oscar piastri | 8.6k | explicit | here on ao3 | sequel to brittle it shakes

#was so smooth brained after reading this i opened a new text post and wrote the tags in there instead of reblogging this post #google. CAN your heart burst from feeling too much? #i thought I'd read stories that were beautiful studies of intimacy. i don't think i even knew what the word MEANT untill now #emotionally singed #in like a good way #but nobody look in my direction for a few hours thanks #piastrell #fic rec

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what about "exhausted" with my current hyperfixation carloscar kekekeke

For youuuuuu only:

China is a shit race. Stupid. Stupid Ricciardo, stupid Stroll, stupid... fucking Lando podium he's going to hear about for the next two weeks, and can he not catch a fucking break? He was a god his rookie year for doing the exact same shit but, what, in his second season he's a veteran and should have it all figured out? It galls him as much as it galls everybody else that Lando isn’t even that much older and yet still 108 races in. Verstappen has 100 podiums and he's only 3 fucking years older. Christ. Oscar needs a drink, and the only shit in the garage is champagne, because- P2. Right.

He's not looking for anything, really, a snarled ball of discontent not fit for human consumption, but he has to walk past Ferrari hospitality on the way to his trailer and somehow, improbably, Carlos is out front wrapping up whatever stupid press with Sky. He catches Oscar's eye and gestures for him to stay. Oscar debates just going back to his car, but he and Carlos are working on being Friends, they decided, because that matters or something. Friendly, at least. Oscar's pretty sure it's because he brings Carlos' stock down when he ditches about him on the radio and only one of them has a guaranteed seat next year. It's a favor, really, to hang out in the shadows of a neighboring motorhome and wait for Carlos to finish. Oscar gave his pound of flesh already.

Carlos looks better than he has any right to after finishing behind his teammate and off the podium, less disgruntled than Oscar feels. Maybe he's better at hiding his frustration, maybe he doesn't see the point in fighting the bullshit anymore.

"I have wine," Carlos says, which is the right thing to say. Oscar follows him back to his trailer with minimal small talk. Carlos pours heavy and Oscar drinks deep, watches Carlos watch him and talks another gulp of wine that definitely deserves better.

"Did you bring this from Italy?" Oscar asks. He's already stripping; they both know why he's here.

Carlos' eyes are terribly gentle, the way they always are. It always makes Oscar want to look over his shoulder for Lando, because surely all that tenderness can't be directed at him.

"Hey," Carlos says. His fingers close like a bracelet around Oscar's wrist. "Easy, eh?" He smiles. "Slowly."

Oscar doesn't want slow, he wants Carlos to pin him to the bed and fuck him through the mattress even while he pretends not to want it. He wants to finger himself open with spit and burn while Carlos splits him open, a full weekend off to recover.

Oscar has never asked if Lando and Carlos fucked. He's imagined it, sappy and saccharine and full of mushy aftercare - showering together slow against an Ennio Morricone score. If he and Carlos are anything it's a soundtrack not a score, something with a pounding bass that Logan would approve of.

Logan wouldn't approve of this, Oscar knows, as he takes another, slower, drink of wine. It's performative. He'd just as well pour it over his chest and let Carlos lick it off, and fuck, his stomach clenches at the thought, then immediately flips their roles. He pictures chasing the wine down across Carlos' nipple, mapping the taste across the brute musculatur of his abs and down to the messy hair of his happy trail and then lower, to the thatch of pubes he never waxes because he doesn't want to look like a pussy. Privately, Oscar thinks that if Carlos could ever relax enough to take a dick up his ass he might care less.

It doesn't take long for them to be wine drunk, easy for each other under any circumstances and easier still after the dehydration of the race. Oscar knows he's wearing an alcohol flush across his cheeks like blush, over the saddle of his nose. Carlos laughs at something that isn't even funny, rests his forehead to Oscar's shoulder and then his plush lips are working against the shitty polyester of the team polo is wearing, and fuck, Oscar doesn't know who's responsible for getting the polo off over his head but in the scramble of hands they both end up blissfully shirtless, and his thoughts are loopy but he can organize them enough to catch the nub of Carlos' nipple between his knuckles and lick, desperate, like it's the tip of his cock.

Carlos sounds like he's been stabbed, swearing something in Spanish that makes Oscar smile because he likes the sound of it, and his hands catch the back of Oscar's head and pull in, fingers tangling and catching in Oscar's hair, too long because his barber is back in the UK and he hasn't managed the return trip just yet.

"I want to fuck you," Carlos manages. His nipple is swollen and puffy when Oscar finally pulls back. It's a funny contrast against the other one, a tight, hard nub. "Let me fuck you."

"Beg," Oscar says, drunk on the wine and the full, heavy throb of his cock in his shorts. "Beg me."

For half a heartbeat, he thinks Carlos is going to tell him off, tell him he doesn't need Oscar like that, remind him who is fourth in the standings.

"Please," Carlos says, an exhalation. His eyes are molten, lips plush and pleading. "Oscar," he hooks a finger in Oscar's waistband, drags his gaze achingly slow up along Oscar's exposed chest to his face. "Please," he says again. "Let me fuck you. I need it. Do you want to feel?" Carlos catches Oscar's hand in his and presses it to the front of his pants, to where his cock is still trapped in briefs and the jeans he wore to press. "I need you," Carlos says, like he means it.

Oscar is willing to let himself believe.

#oh that's tasty #decently wine drink myself and it made so many lines of this hit even harder #carloscar #fic rec #but like #EMPHATIC fic rec

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these photos together gave me irreparable damage

#just want this at the top of my blog again sorry 💛 #mmmm yes #landoscar #other people's art

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upon my sister's request, have lando norris in the piastri basket (original post by @slugesh here)

(edit: added closeups because i forgot he is Tiny in mobile view)

#casually screaming #Oscar piastri #Lando norris

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Hi, quick question. Are you sillyseason.png?

If so the Oscar Piastri, that you made for the cak3art-collab, is absolutely amazing. Love all the details and the soft gaze. The posture and shading are breathtaking 🧡🧡🖤🧡🧡

I am, yes!! Thank you so much. it was so nice to be asked to join this collab, though it was certainly a challenge since I avoid colouring anything like the plague.

In the end it became a bit of a love letter to the texture of Oscar's skin 💌💕

Thank you again for this lovely ask, it made my Sunday 💛💛💛

#I've seen you message other artists in the Collab too #thank you for being so sweet and spreading such positivity 🥹 #Oscar piastri #ask #my art

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📸: Mario Renzi

#me all day since he put the damn trophy around his neck: don't draw the thing don't draw the thing don't draw the thing #then the perfect photo reference lands in my lap 🥴 #i am losing this battle send help #lando norris