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WIP WEDNESDAY

(but I’m late again)

Atm there is a lots of stuff rotting in my docs, nothing that really appears me but it’s just my brain so I’m feeding you all an unedited snippet of Oceans. Thanks to @ipleadbritney @cosmicscuderia & @mgu-h for the tag ❤️ and I’m tagging @slideleftt @fairielux @mintraindrop @nxlx96 @adventuringblind (no pressure)

It’s already late afternoon, Lando lounging on the terrace, nursing an aperol spritz, just five minutes after his arrival. Sunglasses perched up in his hair while he squints at his phone, buttons of his shirt already halfway open. He almost feels at peace, until he hears the footsteps. The sound of a suitcase dragged over pebbles filling the air. And suddenly there is pressure on his chest, something ugly trying to crawl his way through his skin to the outside when he turns his head, and is met with Oscar‘s appearance.

He grew since they last saw each other - christmas. Shoulders broader, chest filling out the white shirt. The stupid swoop of brown hair falling over his forehead, the little crinkles around his eyes when he starts smiling. It’s almost the same like always, almost.

Lando holds his breaths for a few seconds. Waits for the impact. Waits for Oscar‘s little fiancée to also appear. But nothing happens, the hit to his chest doesn’t come.

“Hey Landers.” It’s nothing and everything at the same time. The way Oscar‘s blushes, head ducked while he fiddles with the handle of his suitcase.

“Oscar“ He wants to say so much more. Wants to make the rules clear. Wants to say that Oscar needs to stay away when Nicole appears outside. A brush of paint on her cheek, smiling widely like always. And suddenly everything moves in slowmotion. The hug Oscar and Nicole share, they way she turns around to Lando, clapping her hands.

The words are drifting around him and he can’t hide the sarcastic laugh that leaves his lips. Something about renovations and sharing a room. Something that probably isn’t a problem.

It is a problem. Because Lando already feels like dying, just pondering the thought of sharing a room with Oscar. Sharing a space and being close to each other. But instead of saying something he smiles, lips tight and everything before he drowns the rest of his aperol and leaves the terrace to bring his stuff upstairs, ignoring Oscar and Nicole. It’s unfair. So fucking unfair.

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banana

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if you look closely behind all the people and the champagne you can see lando norris trying to drown oscar piastri (because they hate each other)

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job: car :)

hobby: car :)

special interest: car :)

favourite colour: the colour of my car :)

favourite thing to do out of the car: simulator car games :D

i love when they ask f1 drivers about their personal taste. other types of celebrities will try to seem tasteful and sexy but none of these men know literally anything and furthermore they dont know that they dont know. so they'll be like my favourite movie is frozen 2 and my favourite song is closer by the chainsmokers please write that down in vogue

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i love when they ask f1 drivers about their personal taste. other types of celebrities will try to seem tasteful and sexy but none of these men know literally anything and furthermore they dont know that they dont know. so they'll be like my favourite movie is frozen 2 and my favourite song is closer by the chainsmokers please write that down in vogue

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do they.. ever dress for the same weather?

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do you ever hear yourself talking and one word comes out very pronounced in you regional accent and you get irrationally embarrassed because oh no now people are going to know i’m from a place

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“i’m not, you know, i’m not perfect, i’m not a robot and there are emotions there. it’s just about how well you can control it.”

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pairing: oscar piastri x fewtrell!reader

summary: “have my back, yeah, every day”

warnings: SMAU (no written parts), swearing, mature themes, a lot of (really really bad, sorry in advance) sex jokes, use of y/n

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a/n: so we’re at the end! i genuinely don’t have the words to express how grateful i am for every single one of you who’s read, reblogged, screamed in my inbox, or just quietly followed along <3 thank you for trusting the process (even when things felt messy or uncertain) and for letting these characters live in your hearts for a while. i’m so lucky to have you here 💌

a/n2: if you’re wondering what’s next: the upcoming smau series, arriving in a few weeks/months, will be about lando and it’ll be a loose continuation of this story :) lando girlies it’s not over yet!!!

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ynfewtrell just a girl, her flowers, and her highly unqualified feline chauffeur 🐾🚗💐

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oscarpiastri 🧡

ynfewtrell 💋

user2 my favourite wag fr

user3 can oscar fight?

maxfewtrell Against who? The cat?

user4 OSCAR JUNIOR IS SO BIG WHAT

ynfewtrell they grow up so fast 😢

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oscarpiastri Think there were a few sore heads after this weekend

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ynfewtrell WIRLF CHAMPBSNS

oscarpiastri Thank you!

user6 congrats on the championship ❤️‍🔥

user7 Y/N and her wag

mclaren Hey, champ 👋

user8 y/n in papaya 🧡

user9 he looks so happy 🥹

luvstappen a big thanks to l4ndoflove for the idea, mwah 💋

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ynfewtrell happy friendiversary to my emotional support australian 🐨 thanks for carrying me home, laughing at my terrible jokes, and never once making me feel crazy for being the exact kind of person i am. i love you 💕

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oscarpiastri I love you too ❤️

ynfewtrell 💗💓💘💖💕🩷🥰😘😇

maxfewtrell Cringeversary

ynfewtrell that one’s celebrated on your birthday fym

user10 OMG I THOUGHT THEY WERE DATING????

user11 they are! oscar said in an interview once that y/n is also his best friend :)

user12 i’m not okay they are my parents

gigihart you're welcome btw ❣️

ynfewtrell 🫡

nicolepiastri Cuties 😘

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oscarpiastri Second season done and dusted with plenty of smiles along the way. So grateful for all the support

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user what a season!!! 😍

user i know we’re all here because of y/n’s comment

user it’s deleted now :(

user future world champion 🗣

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a/n3: the summary should’ve been “have my back(shots), yeah, every day” OK I’LL STOP—

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im so glad i didn't read this befor lunch because omg, a tear ran down my leg

PRETTY PLEASE

Max Fewtrell x Reader | pwp, established relationship, blow jobs, teasing, lingerie, lightest dom/sub undertones | fic song

You know it's like this sometimes, living with Max, taking a step back because he has all those other things going on. Quadrant, babysitting Bob, and the streaming. Time-consuming, but still—you're fucking proud. Proud that he found his way, worked through everything, just to come back stronger than ever. Working on himself, mind and body. Sure, you'd love him even bald and old—but that wasn't the point.

Not when you're worked up the whole day, watching Max in the gym while you worked out on the stairmaster, eyes glued to his form as he did bench presses and squats. Every muscle in his body was taut, sweat already beading on his forehead, and that absolute determination on his face. He looked the same when he fucked you. Coaxed every little bit out of your body, holding himself back just to wring two or three orgasms in a row out of your shivering body. The same face when he bent you over the kitchen counter, nails digging into your hips. With the changes in his life, something in him changed, too. He was more confident, dominant, and you loved every second of it.

But still, sometimes you wish for more time together. Just like tonight. After dinner and cuddling on the couch for a while, Max grew more impatient by the second, eyes checking his phone.

"You really have to play today?"

You asked softly, face mushed into his neck, fingers stroking over his upper body. One leg swung over his thighs, slim body pressed against his broad form. There was a deep sigh, and for a second, you thought you'd won—until one of his hands softly grabbed your thigh and pulled it off his lap.

"Just two hours, yeah, babe? Promised Bob and Ban Kai a bit of Tarkov today."

Yeah sure, no chance against this—at least he just planned to play, not to stream. So you tried to get your mind off the still-lingering image of Max in the gym while he disappeared to his gaming room. But nothing helped, restless energy still buzzing under your skin. You tried. Touched yourself—ending even more worked up because nothing compared to Max's eager fingers and his dick.

So it was the horny part of your brain that took over, walking over to your closet and pulling out one of the lingerie sets you'd just bought. You'd planned to wear it for your anniversary, but now? Special circumstances sometimes needed special things.

One last look in the mirror, to check how the light pink lingerie hugged your curves, the bra pushing up your tits just the right way, the color a nice contrast to your skin—nobody could say no to that, especially not Max. Before you opened the door to the gaming room, you checked his Twitch account from your phone—still offline.

When you opened the door, his eyes were focused on the screen, fingers working over the keyboard before he hissed at his mic, something about Lando not concentrating enough. His whole body was tense in that way that told you so much about his mood without him even speaking.

Stopping right behind his chair, your hands found his shoulders while you leaned down, slowly pulling the headset off from one side.

"Hi Love..."

"Babe. Can you wait 5 minutes, just gonna..." You could hear Lando giggling through the headphones, probably already thinking about some snappy comment about their relationship—poking Max just for the fun of it. And for once, you were thankful. Lando, without knowing, was contributing to bringing Max into exactly the headspace you needed him. A little bit pissed off, just on the right side.

"Fuck off Bob, go and suck Oscar, will ya? Keeping that mouth busy."

Slowly, you pulled his chair back a bit, Max's head snapping in your direction. This moment was probably your favorite part—the realization on his face. The way his eyes grew bigger, eyebrows rising to his hairline, mouth hanging slightly open while his eyes scanned your body, staring at your nipples pushing against the sheer fabric.

Before he could say anything, you shook your head, index finger pressed against your lips, before you sank to your knees, body slotting between his thighs under the table.

Max still carried that shocked expression, eyes glued to what happened under the table, head slightly shaking in a silent no, but you just tilted your head, hands slowly wandering from his calves, over his knees to his thighs. For a second, you squeezed the thick muscle, satisfaction painted in your eyes when Max squirmed in his chair, teeth worrying his bottom lip.

Lando must have said something because his eyes snapped back to the screen, a slight furrow between his eyebrows.

"Eyes on the screen."

Thigh muscles tensing under your hands so much, you could feel how much effort it cost him not to look down, hips already slightly rutting up against your light touch, hands more ghosting over his crotch than touching.

Pressing a kiss against the soft skin of his thighs, right where his shorts had ridden up, your fingers hooked under the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pulling both down enough to free his cock.

The sight alone was enough to make you bite back a moan, his perfect dick directly in your line of sight. Already hard, flushed pink and precum pearling down from the tip. You licked your lips, an unintentional movement before you leaned forward, lips ghosting over the skin until you reached the tip, tongue slowly licking over the slit before you sucked a bit on the head, alternating between kitten licks and hollowing your cheeks.

Under your attention, Max squirmed again, taking big breaths, his leg already nervously bouncing up and down.

Just one look above, to check if his eyes were still on the game, before you slowly pushed his dick between your lips, until it nudged against the tight ring of your throat, your nose pressed against his stomach. Just for a few seconds before your eyes started to tear and you pulled off, hand stroking and spreading the mixture between spit and precum you both left.

You swallowed him down a few more times, fighting your gag reflex to take in more and more of Max, spit and precum already leaking out of the corners of your mouth, before there was a strong hand in your hair, holding it out of your face but mostly pressing you down onto his length.

"You're fucking mental, you know that?"

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you looked up to Max through your eyelashes, eyes already wet. The headset was gone—something you hadn't even noticed.

"Behaving like this when fucking Lando is on the call..."

Max shook his head before he pulled your lips off him, dick resting against his stomach, leaving a wet stain against his shirt. You reached up to clean your chin with the back of your hand, but Max was faster. Hands carefully wrapping around your wrist to pull you up, standing between his legs.

"Should send you away. Just leave you with it..."

Head tilted to the side, he almost looked like a predator, eyeing his prey. Just a second before he pressed his lips against yours, tongue licking into your mouth like he wanted to taste himself on your lips. Busy hands already wandering over your body, giving your ass a slight slap. Not enough to hurt, but still so much that you slightly jumped forward. The burn sends a tingle of pleasure through your body.

"You left me for them..."

You didn't even care that you sounded whiny or pathetic, the need in your core drowning everything else—there was just Max in your head and nothing else.

"Gonna give you what you want, babe. And you will take it, like the good girl you are."

If it wasn't for Max's hands on your hips, you would probably have kneeled again, legs simply giving up just because of his words. Or the way his grip tightened on your body, almost bruising when he turned you around. Upper body bent down, hip bones against the edge of the table. Your hands on the table to keep yourself steady, your eyes fell on the screen.

The image too familiar. The face too fucking familiar. The webcam turned on—not Twitch, but still recording.

"Max..."

His name on your lips, drowned in a moan, ass pressed against him. His hot breath against your ear.

"You wanted to give a show, right? Look at you, fucking perfect. I wish I could show it to the world."

You knew he would never. But alone the possibility sent another pulse through your core, thighs clenching together to take off some of the need.

"You're so beautiful. Still can't believe you're mine."

Teeth softly nibbling at your earlobe before he kissed his way down, found the soft spot on your neck that made your knees weak. Sucking, leaving a bruise for everyone to see.

"Eyes on the screen, my love..."

You should have known that your words would come back to you, Max turning them around just to use them against you. But still, you followed, your eyes locked on the screen—almost like a mirror. Your red, swollen lips. Pink cheeks. Max behind you, his eyes on your ass, pupils blown wide and hands almost shaking with how much he was holding back himself.

Another slap landed on your ass, this time harder, your body jolting forwards with the force, but at the same time his palm pressed against your core, barely enough pressure against your clit. A throaty whine leaving your lips, tears forming again on your waterline.

"Max, please. I'm sorry. I just..."

You pressed your ass against his cock, hips bending downwards, just to get anything. The hand that pressed against your core was gone, instead pulling the string to the side, Max slowly pushing the tip of his cock through your folds.

"God, you're so fucking wet. Do you want me so much?"

You were barely able to form any words, your head already clouded with how much you needed him. All the holding back over the day slowly crashing down on you.

"Please, just—fuck me please."

That was all Max needed, dick slowly pushing inside you, inch by delicate inch. It always felt like getting split in half, but that was exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Everything focused on this one point, the feeling of Max slowly filling you out, making space for himself inside you.

"You're so tight, god, you feel so..."

His hips pushing forwards, soft skin of his hips meeting your ass cheeks, Max bottoming out, at the same time his forehead falling against your shoulder, harsh breaths leaving his lips like it was almost too much to take.

You arched your back even more, body slowly rocking backwards to meet his thrust. Slow and deep, just the way you both liked it, making sure you would feel him—everything. Clenching down every time he thrusts into you, pushing breathy little moans out of you.

The image on the screen was mental. Probably the hottest thing you ever saw, the look on Max's face, the way his head tilted back when he pushed in even deeper. Jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed. Slowly moving faster, movements getting sloppier, while one of his hands crept between your legs. Index finger pressed against your clit, moving in tight little circles.

"You gonna come for me, yeah? Come with me. God, I love you so much."

Max was just babbling, a stream of words without even thinking about it. His other hand wrapped around your hips, pulling you against him with every thrust. Your hips pressing against the edge of the table again and again, surely leaving marks for days.

You could already feel the heat pooling in your stomach, burning hot, thighs shivering before your orgasm broke through. Hitting you with so much force that little stars were dancing right in front of your eyes. Max moaning behind you, filling you up before he leaned down, blanketing your body, carefully not to crush you under his weight.

"I'm sorry if I was... a bit harsh, okay?"

You just shook your head, too tired to form a normal sentence, so you just whispered "perfect" before your eyes closed again, Max softly caressing your sides, pressing kisses against bruises that started to form. Your head full of cotton, barely noticing that Max's weight was gone, soft dick slipping out of you before there was a harsh gasp, a thumb at your hole, pushing his cum back inside, Max eyes probably full of wonder. You squirmed away, already on the edge of too much - but still your body reacting again. Eyes meeting the screen just accidentally, just catching the way Max stared at you while he slipped his thumb between his lips, sucking his come and your juices off it.

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I love it when the Landoscar dynamic is just

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why does this look like a “meet the parents” moment

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@oopslandiia 😭😭😭💖💖💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖

good night 😴

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i hate you i hate you i hate you

NO MEL, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME WHEN I'M HOME ALONE IN A COLD RAINY DAY, FUCK YOUUUUUUU 👹

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.🥺

Home 🧡

“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.