Love, Always.

slipping out real

Oscar posts soft videos to get off and feel less alone. One comment hits a little too close.

(carlos/oscar | omegaverse | OF creator x f1 driver | 7/?)

snippet:

Oscar doesn’t usually think too hard about the why.

Why he does it. Why he keeps doing it. Why it feels a little less like a game every time he sets the tripod up.

slipping out real

Oscar posts soft videos to get off and feel less alone. One comment hits a little too close.

(carlos/oscar | omegaverse | OF creator x f1 driver | 7/?)

snippet:

Oscar doesn’t usually think too hard about the why.

Why he does it. Why he keeps doing it. Why it feels a little less like a game every time he sets the tripod up.

Had an awful week but I finally started writing it so here's a little snippet, albeit more of a set-up snippet without much actual Lestapiastri. Hope this crumb sustains you until I can write the whole thing :P (which hopefully will not take years haha)

"Osc, your uh-" Lando leans in to whisper in his ear, "Your blockers are wearing off a bit."

Oh. That's a bit of an issue.

He doesn't want the whole paddock to know he's in pre-heat, or the extent of his displeasure with the race.

"As long as I re-apply before the presser, I'll be fine. Nobody can smell me on the podium." Oscar tries to inject some steadiness into his voice.

It is at this moment that Max walks past them, having finished his interview. His tire smoke and cinnamon scent wraps around Oscar like a warm duvet, and he instinctively leans toward Max. Really, he would like nothing more than to hide away from the world with Max and Charles, away from the newspapers and the team orders, safe between his alpha's scents of cinnamon and and salted caramel. He has to actively lean towards Lando in order to resist the urge to follow Max.

i really needed Shane in Ilya’s Ottawa jersey. exactly in this position

I’m trying to find a Drabble of yours, it’s set in the wygig universe and I believe it’s set years after the epilogue.

They have a daughter and two young sons and they’re applying makeup.

I had thought i had reblogged it and saved it but I can’t find it anywhere and I’m a bit desperate to read it again, as I find it comforting.

Hope you’ve been well! ♥️

ah yes. here it is!

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?”

This is a really interesting one - I feel like I have thought for so long and done so much chatfic about the brittle it shakes versions of Oscar and Max, that I sort of forget everyone hasn’t done that with me. (@goingxmissing and I spent a whole holiday road trip concocting a version of our holiday that they were taking because that’s SUPER normal.)

First up, a bit of lore about the sequel I meant to include in the author’s notes is that the entire reason I wrote it was because I went feral over these pictures of Oscar in Australia, and mused out loud about how good it would be if he got fucked over something in that position like, say, a balcony...

I’m in a slump and I always love reading about them.

I truly think I’ve read everything though so I’m just hoping you might share your favourites or any new recent ones you’ve read and loved?

Have a great day! ♥️

*FIC COMPLETE*

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“Are you sniffing my clothes, mate?” Lando’s voice violently rips Oscar back to reality.

Oscar drops the hoodie like it’s turned into a venomous snake, recoiling in shock. Lando’s standing in the doorway, motionless, one hand still on the doorknob. Oscar can’t quite read the expression on his face, but he doesn’t need to in order to hear the incredulity ringing out in Lando’s voice.

“Um,” Oscar stammers, panic setting in. This looks so bad.

Alternatively:

I’m trying to find a Drabble of yours, it’s set in the wygig universe and I believe it’s set years after the epilogue.

They have a daughter and two young sons and they’re applying makeup.

I had thought i had reblogged it and saved it but I can’t find it anywhere and I’m a bit desperate to read it again, as I find it comforting.

Hope you’ve been well! ♥️

ah yes. here it is!

gonna let the rain pour (i'll be all you need and more) 🔒

landoscar / one-shot / 7.5k / explicit

(porn with feelings, established relationship, watersports, omorashi)

It's only when they're both in front of the toilet, unzipping their pants and taking their cocks out to do the deed, that it finally dawns on Lando what a stupid idea it was. Oscar starts pissing, and Lando just stands there, watching him like a pervert with his chubbed up cock in hand. Not a single drop comes out of it, he doesn't really have to go, and soon Oscar's going to notice and realise he's a freak. Oscar looks at him from the corner of his eye, and Lando cowers under the weight of his gaze, feels his own face and the back of his neck burn with shame before Oscar can even get a word in. "You're ridiculous, you know that, right?"

37. secret relationship + 47. sickfic/caretaking

Oscar doesn’t realize how bad it’s truly gotten until he’s standing up in his car, proudly parked in the P1 spot, and suddenly gets hit with a  raging headache and a weekends worth of pure exhaustion.

He’s been feeling off all weekend, but there hasn’t been a single moment where he’s allowed himself to give into it. He can’t. There’s a championship still up for grabs and every point counts. So he drove through the headaches and the heavy feeling and the stuffed nose. Put his head down and focused on the race, taking it one corner at the time, the laps slowly ticking away before he crossed the finish line.

And he did it. He won.

But now his exhaustion is catching up to him, the heavy feeling and the headache and the exertion all slamming back into him all at once, and he doesn’t realize he’s losing consciousness until he’s tipping sideways out of the car with no way to catch himself.