oscdimples' landoscar fic recs (complete, rated E)
Finally put together a fic tracker, so here are (some of) my absolute favorite landoscar-centric fics! vol. 1 | vol. 2
i've tasted blood (and i want more) - @nyoomfruits
5k | 1/1 | vampire!oscar | nyoom's landoscar characterizations >>>
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.”
“God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”
modal logic - @drivestraight
“C’mon, mate,” Lando says. “You’re not actually gonna say no to a blowjob, are you?”
“Might actually,” Oscar says, voice cracking, “yeah.”
bad, bad news (one of us is gonna lose) - @evilgustofwind
138k | 20/20 | THEEEE landoscar fic of all time tbh
It’s the profound tragedy of Lando’s life, he thinks, to realise he’s in love with his teammate – just as Oscar Piastri makes a habit of standing one step higher on the podium, forcing Lando to crane his neck to look at him.
Oscar hates watching the light fade from Lando’s eyes with every victory he takes from him. He accepted the inconvenient truth long ago: he loves Lando. But he loves winning more.
sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely - @artchvies
7k | 1/1 | just delicious!
“Jesus,” he whispers. “You’re—fuck, you’re soaked.”
Oscar groans and throws an arm over his eyes, muttering, “Don’t start.”
But Lando can’t stop. “You—did you do this before I got here?” he asks. “Tried to get yourself off? After the podium?”
Oscar doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to. His hips twitch.
Lando breathes in. “Didn’t work, did it? ‘Cause you needed more. ‘Cause you needed me.”
or, Oscar gets the win. Lando gives him the knot.
and finally a love poem - chelem
4k | 1/1 | magical realism + edging!
He clambers onto Oscar’s lap, the ugly green Herman Miller groaning under their combined weight.
“Here’s the thing. I keep frickin’ phasing between dimensions, yeah? And I think your cock can fix me.”
Sit Quiet - @wanderingblindly
3k | 1/1 | pt 1 of How to be Both a Brat and a Dom by Lando Norris
Lando raises a brow. "You want him to hear you, don't you?"
"That's –"
"Always knew you liked Max," Lando smiles into it, leaning forward to reach his desk – trapping Oscar between his arms. "Wanna say hi?"
He seizes, gone stiff against his chest. "Lando."
"That's not a no."
that one from work can come over on monday night - @freeuselandonorris
68k | 10/10 | pt 1 of mondayverse | inject every higgs fic tbh
“Oscar, meet Lando,” Zak says unnecessarily, holding his arms out. “Lando, Oscar.”
Great. Now the whole room has stopped what they’re doing to stare at them. Oscar wonders, briefly, if being an F1 driver is always going to feel quite this much like being an animal in a zoo, watched by a crowd who want him to perform a trick.
He sticks his hand out. Lando stares at it for a second like he’s mystified by it, then reaches out to shake it. “Alright, Oscar Piastri,” he says, grinning. “Heard good things about you. Let’s get started, yeah?”
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As if he’s not got enough to think about in 2023, Oscar has to go and fall for his teammate too.
9k | 1/1 | had me DROOLING
But he hasn’t gotten laid in a while, and the frustration is beginning to get to him. He just needs a girl who’s good looking enough to get him hard and who will sign the stupid NDA so he can finally clear the mental fog that comes with any dry spell, no matter how short. Maybe he should just fuck this girl. She’s pretty, he supposes.
What he really wants, and what gets pushed to the forefront of his mind the longer he goes without hooking up with someone, an evil reminder of what he’s missing, is Oscar.
couldn't get me higher - @ghostlap
44k | 8/8 | it hurts SO GOOD, had my heart RACING. instant classic.
Oscar’s well aware that he’s got that tight clench in his chest again. That selfish, greedy clench that he knows is a bad, bad idea. A way to get his feelings hurt all over because Lando’s going to leave him like he always does, and Oscar will have to act normal in the next interview as if he didn’t just see Lando like this, as if Lando hasn’t fucked him up irreparably for anyone else.
And God knows what the future holds for Oscar, but nothing’s ever going to compare to Lando. Nothing. No one will ever come close.
He knows this with absolute certainty.
cut to the feeling - @likepilotlights
6k | 1/1 | incredible characterization
“Did you think I was offering?”
He worries for a second that Oscar might put the car through a hedge. He should have known better: Oscar keeps his eyes ahead and says, neutrally: “Never know with you, mate.”
Lando loves it, the feeling of a decision appearing before him at high speed, a millisecond to make the choice. It makes something in his brain go still, every bit of energy he has focused into calculating the risks, the possibilities.
“What if I was?”
STR8 Aussie Guy Gets WRECKED by Hung British Twink, FIRST TIME - @oztri
16k | 1/1 | "I'm not into guys but I'm into Lando"
When jerking off with your clearly straight, clearly uninterested roommate/best friend goes a bit differently than how you thought.
Learned Behavior - @passengerprincipessa
60k | 1/1 | an incredible Lando character study with delicious angst
That's always been the problem, hasn't it? Lando wants so much, too much. Everything, all the time, so badly it makes his stomach hurt.
But he’s never seemed to work out the art of getting any of it.
Or: Lando tries to win a championship and learns how to want.
lay your open hand - peachbellini
51k | 1/1 | angsty a/b/o my beloved!!
“Obviously it makes no difference to us.”
Zak Brown’s voice carries, no matter the size of the room. It was one of the first things Oscar noticed about him, during their early meetings, numbers scribbled on the back of napkins in dark corners of hotel bars, Mark’s face impassive.
“We’ve got omegas back in the factory, lots of ‘em.”
Drastic Measures - @strwbrrymchii
25k | 3/3 | the SWEEEEETEST oscar of all time
The rest of that day's doctor's visit was the most mortifying ordeal Lando's ever been through in his entire life. He was basically told to get fucked (literally) and given a pamphlet on how to get fucked good.
Lando will never be able to look his doctor in the eye ever again.
3k | 1/1 | super eager alpha oscar's first time with an omega yummm
“Uh,” Oscar says, when they’re in the car on their way to the airport. “I think you’re—um. Going into heat, mate.”
29k | 4/4 | Lando came back wrong!! NEEEEED more freak shit like this
“We need more of your cum,” Lando hums, the vibration of his voice buzzing against Oscar’s straining cock before he latches back on.
“We?” Oscar’s hand wrangles deep into Lando’s curls. His brain is too fried to care about the slip. As long as Lando’s mouth is wet and busy around his dick, the semantics don’t matter.
“I,” Lando corrects, pulling back just enough to flash a wide, hungry grin that shows every one of his teeth. “I need every last drop you got in there.” He punctuates it with a soft touch to Oscar’s balls, gently squeezing them as though he’s trying to coax the semen out.
Or: Lando goes on a trip and brings something back with him. A new personality and a new, predatory obsession with Oscar.
