Posted My First Fic On Ao3!!!!

was anyone going to tell me about sweater-paw-piastri????

most self-indulgent gifset i've made tbh

Hands Entwined (Put Yours in Mine)

Chapter 1 || ~5k words | explicit

If you ask Oscar, Lando should get fucking fined for public indecency, looking like that post-race. Flushed and panting as he clasps Oscar’s hand in his own. It’s not weird to think about your teammate’s absurdly huge extremities while you jack off, Oscar tells himself. It helps him get off faster, more efficiently so he wastes less time at the end of an already too long day, costs the hotels marginally less on water bills. It’s not weird. OR Oscar is abnormal about Lando’s hands. Lando is no help.

READ ON AO3 (archive locked 🔒)

tags for those who asked :3 @mintraindrop @fairielux @lyslsstuff

and for those who yelled at me in the rbs of the original snippet (thank u for that :3) @complementaryhalves @ruledbyproblematique @fear8not1 @pumpkennpie @dogboymark

Fuck the constructors they are trying to beat Lestappan on ao3 top 100

IT'S MEANT TO BE [AO3]

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | after the australian gp | mate bond, bunny!oscar + fox!lando, first time spending a heat/rut together, abo | 3,9k | papaya hybrids

He should be happy, right? Standing on the podium, winning back to back races should feel good. It’s a nice trophy - it's nice to be sprayed and know he was the one that came out on top. Instead there is a steady buzz under his skin, his eyes darting around to find that one person. Oscar, his Oscar. Lando knows something is wrong.  His Oscar, who was standing in the media pen, eyes glazed, ears on full display. Soft white ones flopped to the side in disappointment, the stark lighting still catching the copper in his hair. Lando kind of wants to scream anyone who dares to ask Oscar a question right now, not when he’s looking like this, sad, pathetic, and very wet. Squirming to get away at every opportunity. Leaning in, moving from side to side. His every sense honing in on one thing, but Lando still has obligations to fulfill. He can feel the burn at his gums, the feeling of his canines getting sharper with every second, pressing into his bottom lip. Lando probably never left a podium this fucking fast. Bolting down, tilting his chin because he is trying to find Oscar. The smell that is home to him. The mating bite is so fresh over his own scent glands that the skin is still itchy.

practicing :3

kyaaaaaa i finished my chibis ^_^

hope you leave a scar

Pairing: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 5.1k

Summary:

“Wonder if I could make you cry,” Lando muses, and Oscar’s eyes fly open again, he meets Lando’s gaze. Lando’s eyes are bright, and he’s not smiling anymore. He’s looking at Oscar like he wants to pin him down and dissect him. Oscar hasn’t stopped blushing yet, can feel the heat as his cheeks darken further. “Lando,” he knows his voice sounds small, barely a squeak. Or: Lando slaps Oscar's ass during an interview. Oscar can't stop thinking about it.

Tags: spanking, light dom/sub, ball slapping, dacryphilia, overstimulation, ruined orgasm

sigh... girlcedes... (lovingly)