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osctwink
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481 yapper • oscar piastri’s pr manager (real) • 🔝 4 AREA • just block if u’re uncomfortable with my contents xoxo :)
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osctwink · 1 day ago
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lando’s beautiful view
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osctwink · 3 days ago
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“we are rivals” they say.
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osctwink · 4 days ago
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model! oscar piastri x f1 driver! lando norris.
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“no.. lan, we shouldn’t do this.”
“why not? fuck it, oscar. you can keep running away from them, but don’t run from me.”
“…”
“what are you so afraid of? that they’ll know i’m in love with you? because i am, and you know.”
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osctwink · 6 days ago
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his sub agenda is getting too real
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osctwink · 7 days ago
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he's trying so hard oh my god I KNOW YOU LOVE HIM LANDO
The arm behind okay mr smooth
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osctwink · 7 days ago
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landoscar as fuck buddies or whatever it is with lando keeping oscar by his side everytime. consumed by lust, lando realized that he’s always been into oscar all this time.
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osctwink · 9 days ago
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lando looking at him like he’s the only last food in earth
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also the fact that both of them had each others number on their back????? lando with 81 and oscar with 4?
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osctwink · 10 days ago
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slightly matching clothes… get it. totally get it
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osctwink · 13 days ago
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osctwink · 14 days ago
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Someone posted something abt this on Twitter and I felt inspired
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osctwink · 14 days ago
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Prize for the winner.
heavily inspired by this / landoscar.
“T-three—ahh!”
The third smack against his ass was enough to prove that Oscar was never really a match for Lando Norris. The Australian boy bit down on his bottom lip, a whimper spilling out unconsciously as Lando’s hand roamed over his sore skin, squeezing it hard enough to leave blooming red marks.
“I can’t hear you, Oscar.”
Lando leaned in, his voice a low murmur against Oscar’s right ear, fingers gripping tighter around the flesh, “Count properly, or we’re starting over.”
Lando’s hot breath in his ear stole the rest of the air in Oscar’s lungs. He was far from composed—his hair a mess, sweat dripping down from his temples, skin sticky and flushed. His eyes were half-lidded, lashes wet with tears that blurred his vision.
The heat radiating from his ass made it impossible to form words. All he could do was moan Lando’s name, over and over again, like a broken record.
“L-Lando, ahh!”
“Count, baby.”
Lando growled lowly, his right arm curling around Oscar’s neck, pulling his body upright with force. His left hand slid away from Oscar’s reddened ass and traveled slowly up to his waist, tracing the sensitive skin until Oscar trembled with a shuddering moan.
“I said count, or we’ll do it all again.”
“Ahh!”
The burn in his backside shot through him again, making him arch as he failed to respond with numbers. Lando didn’t like that. His hand came down hard once more, drawing a louder whimper from the younger man.
Lando’s grip only tightened. He held Oscar from behind, one hand lifting his chin to force his head back. From this angle, both of them could see their reflection in the mirror in front of them—Oscar looking absolutely wrecked, trembling and tear-streaked, like a slut desperate to be touched again and again.
“You’re not listening, baby?”
Oscar opened his eyes just enough to catch the dangerous glint in Lando’s, dark with lust and challenge. “I said count.”
Oscar bit his lip. Tears carved drying trails down his cheeks. He couldn’t answer—not because he didn’t want to, but because he simply couldn’t. All that left his lips were the broken syllables of Lando’s name, chanted over and over like a prayer.
Lando watched him in the mirror, swearing under his breath. Oscar looked too pretty like this. Fragile, helpless. Only able to call his name, begging him to stop—
But Lando wasn’t going to.
Not until Oscar finished counting every. Single. One.
“You will count, baby. Or we’ll go back to one. Over. And over. Until you finally get it right.”
Still, no numbers came. Only Lando’s name, whispered like a broken hymn.
“Lan—ahh—Lando, please—”
Fuck.
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osctwink · 14 days ago
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osctwink · 14 days ago
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do you see how oscar’s body kind of bounces because of lando’s slap. YEAH. yeah. that clip convinced me that oscar is easy to manhandle and lando is strong as fuck to actually slap that man’s ass HARD
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osctwink · 14 days ago
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WHY DID HE SLAP OSCAR SO HARD?????
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osctwink · 15 days ago
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princess
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osctwink · 16 days ago
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guys do you think landoscar! will be a girl dad or a boy dad cause i need this to make my a/b/o landoscar fic!
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osctwink · 16 days ago
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…so they smoke weed and have crazy sex
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