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eccentricwritingbaby · 10 days

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baby finn series, sneaking onto stream

series list - house divided - bedtime stories - babysitting and date nights

lando norris x mom!wife!reader

summary - little baby norris misses his dad and goes on a mission to find him, when found - it can only result in cuddles

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it was a quarter past six at night in the norris household, and having just finished eating, the young family parted for their different nightly duties. lando bringing finn to his bath as you began to clean up the kitchen after dinner. succeeding a few moments of your comfortable silence - which isn’t ever silence in your house, it’s the distant baby giggles and splashes in the tub and the quiet coo’s coming from your husband - you ready the house for nighttime. setting out finn’s playmat with a few toys near the sofa and dimming the lights around the home, you feel at peace. just then you hear the light laughs and footsteps as your husband comes down the hall, with a fresh and clean baby, as you're starting to put away the clean dishes.

“there’s momma! i told you she was waiting for you, bubs,” lando softly speaks to your son in his arms.

“was someone missing me?” you turn from putting away the dinner plates in the cupboard to face your two favorite boys.

“mommaaa” finn begins to make grabby hands in your direction as he whines, causing you to stroll over and grab him from your husband’s arms.

“been askin’ about you since the shampoo portion of the bath,” lando chuckles a bit as his left hand finds your waist to pull his little family closer to him.

“you missed me, baby?” you ask again to your son as he cuddles into your arms.

“wan’ boaf of you, momma and dada for bath time,” finn answers quietly, sleep gracing his voice in the way both you and lando cherish.

“you wanted both of us buddy? next time we’ll both be there, okay?” your husband assures your son with a ruffle of his hair. he lets out a soft ‘otay’ back to the two of you and you both are just enamored by his cuteness. lando’s hand then drops from your waist and instead moves to your head, bringing it closer for him to plant a kiss on top.

“i’m heading to stream with the boys, love. just come on in if you need anything,” your husband then dips down to plant the same kiss on his son’s head as he jokingly waves a finger in front of his face, “no trouble for momma when i’m gone, mister. no parties, no girls, no staying up and drinking too much milk,” your son just laughs at his father’s antics as they are a regular occurrence and you can’t help but join in on the amusement with your own giggles. one more kiss to your forehead and lando is heading down to his streaming room in order to get started and you make your way over to the sofa.

setting finn down on his playmat, he begins to crawl and walk around, playing with his toy cars and other sets, leaving you to finish your business in the kitchen. you had a burst of energy that night to give a thorough cleaning to your home, and it seemed like your son had that same energy as well. you were able to see the playmat from your spot in the kitchen, but didn’t have too much concern for your son’s actions due to the babyproofing lando had set up when finn began crawling and walking.

“momma” finn calls over to you from the living room, holding his papaya car in one hand and ferrari car in the other.

“yes, love?” you call back, peering over the kitchen island to get a look at your baby.

“where dada?”

“he’s in his office, baby. he’s streaming, remember?” you gently remind him, hoping he was tired enough to not have a tantrum, but not too tired where he would also have a tantrum. the joys of a toddler.

“wanna play cars with dada,” he whines a bit and you sigh, struggling to quickly figure out a response.

“what if he plays cars with you tomorrow? i’m sure he would love that and then you would have sooo much time, too!” you try to steer him into the excitement of your idea, “because you’ll have to go to bed soon, so you won’t have much time tonight,”

“boaf?” your son lets out in adorable curiousness with his question.

“not both, love. and not tonight, i’m sorry,” you gently push again, “do you want a bit of bluey before bed? you didn’t get any tv time today?” with that offer your son is vigorously nodding his head yes, leading you into a laugh as you walk over to turn it on. ‘so spoiled’ you hush out with a laugh under your breath, heading back into the kitchen to pick up where you left off.

lando had been on the stream with george, alex, and charles for about half an hour. he knew that soon you would leave a gentle knock on the door, alerting him of finn’s bedtime. he would quietly pause the game, head out of the room, tuck in your son with you, say the goodnights, and then head back to his game. however, the knock he heard this time was a little different than yours, and the sound came from a lower area on the door. which only meant one thing.

as lando pulled the door open, his son tumbled a bit from leaning against it and your husband’s father instincts cut in as he caught him, swinging his body up to his hold, “what’re ya doing, buddy?”

“miss’ you, dada,” finn quietly speaks to his father, nuzzling deep into his neck in order to achieve peak comfort.

“aw, bubs, dada missed you too,” lando sighs while rubbing his back. even though you both didn’t want to subject finn to the public, he made appearances here and there. and with lando’s mic having been left on, he couldn’t really hide the fact that his sleepy son was in the room. the comment finn made also tugged on lando’s heartstrings, which led to his decision to climb back into his chair with the sleepy boy on his lap. lando traveling constantly for work and you not being able to follow him every time, leads him to cherish his moments he can achieve with finn. therefore, aiding in his decision to not seek you out, and instead have his son join him.

as lando takes a seat, he announces into his mic that a ‘special guest appearance’ will be happening, and finn appears on the screen, cuddled into lando’s lap. the comments on the stream begin to go by in a frenzy, lando only picking up a few ‘awwww’ and ‘baby finn!!’ comments along the way. the boys on the stream all notice and begin to say hello as finn picks his head up to glance at his father.

“they’re all saying hi, bub. do you wanna say hi back?” lando asks gently to his quiet son.

“who dada?” his innocence shining through his wide eyes and parted lips as he stares in awe of your husband.

“well, you remember charles and alex and george, right?” lando begins, attempting to coax finn’s memory to his paddock friends, “charles drives with uncle los?” lando pushes a bit further.

“uncle los is here!” finn perks up at his favorite uncle’s name, and the boys on the stream all groan, earning a chuckle out of lando.

“bubs, you remember them, here, look,” lando points up to the screen as his son follows his finger to see all the boys smiling and waving. finn - loving the attention, just like his father - attempts to stand up on lando’s legs, sticking a hand out to wave back. lando’s hands go straight to his son’s waist, holding him close and ultimately pulling him back down onto his lap.

“i like your pajamas” charles laughs out through the screen, identifying finn’s bright red ferrari pj’s he attempts to wear every night.

“charles likes your jammies, buddy,” lando relays, “what do we say?”

“tank you, cha!” finn screeches out while giving a giggle. the boys all then begin to comment on how the mclaren driver’s son is eating, sleeping, and breathing ferrari - just as you quietly open the door to the room, facing right at your boys but not in view of the camera. peaking your head in, you make eye contact with lando, him giving you a non-verbal communicator that he’s got finn and you’re okay, easing the panic in your eyes.

“momma!” finn lets out a yelp as he notices your presence.

“hi, baby. you disappeared on me, i almost had to send out a search party!” you amuse your son as he gurgles into his father’s arms.

“i sowwy, mommy. i jus’ miss dada” he says back, furthering his cuddling into lando’s arms, who simply pulls him closer and pecks his head with a kiss whispering a ‘missed you too, buddy’.

“it’s alright, baby. next time just tell momma before you go, okay?” kindly reassuring the boy.

“otay, mommy,”

“but it is bedtime, mister. so say goodnight to daddy and his friends,” you nod towards lando and his set up.

“nooo, mommy pwease! dada and i have fun!” your son gives you an adorable whine as he lays against your husband. looking up to make eye contact with him, you see lando's puppy dog eyes on full display.

the same ones that got you to go on a date with him, the same that got you to marry him, the same that got you a baby with him, the same that have you trying for another baby with him, and the same that are going to make you say yes today and deal with a cranky little three year old tomorrow.

lando see’s the wheels turning in your brain and decides to add on in order to hit the nail in the coffin, “please, momma. five more minutes,” your husband pleads with your son. finn looks up at his dad, then whips his head back to you and nods his head, agreeing with his father.

you let out a defeated sigh, “fine, five more minutes,” your boys begin to cheer at their victory but you cut it short with a quick finger pointed at lando, “but you’re dealing with the cranky kid tomorrow,” you bite with a smile. your son looks up at his father, letting out a ‘ooooooo, you in twouble’ leading to everyone, including the stream, erupting in laughter.

lando shakes his head at the teasing, hugs his son tight to his chest, and replies back with his best answer, “worth it,” while shooting you a wink as you shut the door.

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dittaturamonegasca · 5 days

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Lando: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Oscar: You and me!!!

Lando, tearing up: Okay.

#incorrect formula 1 #incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 quotes #f1 #formula one #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #lando norris x oscar piastri #mclaren #ln4 #op81 #norris

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redxpapaya · 2 months

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Oscar : Lando annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.

Logan : o-kay?

Oscar : there is nothing special about tomorrow.

Oscar : but there is something special about watching the colour leave his face as panic takes over...

Logan : ....

Logan : you're evil

Oscar : oooh I know *smiles happily*

#lando norris #ln4 #oscar piastri #op81 #landoscar #lando norris x oscar piastri #logan sargeant #loscar #mclaren #f1 #formula one #f1 incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 quotes #formula 1 #incorrect landoscar quotes #incorrect loscar quotes #twinklaren #mctwinks

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bon2bonn · 14 days

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Lando : love ?

Oscar : where are you going?

Y/N : to get myself a gift , because some people didn't get me one !!!

Lando : I told you we did !

Oscar : it's coming here on Friday!

Max and Logan knowing full well they got her an engagement ring : *eating popcorn *

#f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #no respect

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33-81 · 4 months

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Yeah, I see us in black and white Crystal clear on a starlit night

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maddiericciardostroll · 25 days

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LANDOSCAR X READER | VACAY

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adventuringblind · 5 months

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Viva Las Vegas

Landoscar x Reader

Genre: Fluff? Crack? Idek...

Summary: Two boys can't get a hint, and the female in the middle is just waiting for them to make a move. Preferably with her ending up between them.

Warnings: spicy, kind of panic attack? Allusions to sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of Lando's crash, and him being on pain meds.

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open for the 1000 follower celebration! Also, a certain someone put this idea in my head so now you all have to suffer.

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Being the baby of the paddock really hadn't been that bad. A year younger than Arthur and having to put off with Charles was never on her top list of things she wanted to do, but she managed. Followed him around races like a lost puppy.

She was a perfect angel. Kind of. Not really, but she put on a good face when in public. Charles' perfect baby sister.

Lando Norris got to see a whole other side of her. The side that the cameras and public don't see.

The side that takes risks and tests the limits. The one nobody else has managed to pull out of her. The one Lando seems to make being so incredibly easy.

Charles adores the two of them. Lando would never hurt her. He may be impulsive, but he's loyal to a fault.

A couple of years later Is when Oscar comes along. Lando's new teammate. It's awkward for exactly two months into their work together.

Lando didn't like what happened to Daniel. He was still upset about it when word got out that Oscar had signed. It didn't feel real at the end of the year.

Then something shifted. Maybe it was the shared frustration of such a horrible start to the season? She may never know. But one thing is certain and it's that they like each other.

Oscar likes Lando. Lando likes Oscar. They both like her, and she loves them right back.

Yet she could not, for the life of her, forgire out why neither of them is saying anything about it. One can really only handle so much sexual tension before they explode. The sweet moments between the three of them. The fact she has attempted to get the both riled up with nothing to show for it except what Lando does to her later and Oscar's stupid smug face just playing alone with sarcastic jokes.

They are going to be the death of her. The two of them are attached at the hip, and she's excitedly making popcorn thinking it's going to turn into a romantic comedy. It doesn't, and she would like whoever is directing the movie to hurry the story along.

Both her and Lando are getting under his skin, and it's evident in every interaction they have. She takes it upon herself to invite Oscar everywhere with them.

They are happy all together. If they would just stop being so oblivious it would be perfect.

Then Vegas happens. The place where memories are made and forgotten. Lost in the music, lights, and alcohol.

The car isn't the best here. Both boys are frustrated. Lando crashes, and Oscar manages, but it's written on his face that he's disappointed with himself.

She goes to Lando at the hospital. Then, when he's released and thoroughly medicated, they head back to the paddock.

He's hilarious. Lando and his already unfiltered mouth are just saying everything. Including every feeling he has ever had for both her and Oscar. It started fine and then escalated Shortley after to the point where Jon had to promise he wouldn't ever mention it.

Oscar runs through media duties with an unholy speed. He looks relieved when he finds the two waiting around by his door because Lando didn't want to go to his own.

"I'm sorry it's been a lame birthday weekend." Sighs the Aussie who has collapsed onto the sofa.

"Well- it doesn't have to be."

Should the two not on any kind of medication used their clear judgment? Probably, but who are they to deny Lando?

They did decide on keeping it chill and just to go out for an hour or two after Lando at least napped off some of the meds. Neither of the sober minds had any intention of mixing alcohol with whatever Lando was on.

The Brit looked so excited to be out with them. He openly expressed he didn't need anybody else because his two favorite people were already with him. Oscar replied with a smile. She's going to have to force them to kiss at this rate.

Somewhere between three drinks in and Lando sipping on something not strong came blurred confessions. Whatever Lando had told Oscar he was drinking definitely was stronger than he'd made it out to be.

Her boyfriend keeps throwing her mischievous looks and suggestive eyebrow raises. What kind of game is he playing at? She would love if he let her in on it.

But alas, Lando does not, and she is left to her drink and her mind as she watches the two refuse to do anything about the tension they are creating. It's getting far too much for her. She either needs Lando to make a move on Oscar or to come help her because her imagination is going to places.

Somebody does kiss her, but it's not Lando. She would be concerned if Oscar hadn't just moved closer to her.

Everything goes fuzzy after that.

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The next morning is met with ridiculous hangovers and a cramped position on the couch.

The couch? How on earth did she end up here? More importantly, why is Oscar using her like a blanket and Lando a starfish on the floor?

Her breath quickens. Something must have happened for them to end up here. She pulls herself up and almost passes out in the process. She would like to - no - needs to remember what happened. She finds her phone laying on the counter and opens it.

Her hand hits the counter and there it the sound of metal hitting granite. She shakily moves her hands into view.

Of all the stupid and impulsive things, she could've done, it had to be getting married in Vegas and being too drunk to remember it. Looks like George, Alex, and Lily were there, the three people who really should've stopped her.

But it's not that realization that makes her finally curl up on the ground, It's the name on the certificate.

Oscar Piastri.

She can hear both boys starting to stir and wake themselves up. The light hitting their faces drawing them back to the land of the living. Into what has become her nightmare.

She ducks behind the counter.

"What happened last night? My head is killing me and- why are you on the floor?"

"Well, we all started on the couch and then I needed water, couldn't find my spot again so I just stayed on the floor."

There is a pause. "What do you mean 'we all'?"

"The three of us? You know, it's bad not to sleep together on the night of your wedding."

There is a string of mumbled words from Oscar that she can't make out. "Seeing as I married your girlfriend, you seem way too happy about this."

"Mate, you were literally trying to fuck both of us last night and then went on this rant about-"

"Okay! I get it! No need to embarrass me more."

Lando is laughing hysterically. "I was wondering if you were ever going to do it. I was getting worried about your wife having a stroke if we didn't do something about this. She talks in her sleep you know."

She squeaks and then covers her mouth. She curls further into her hiding place, but it's no use. They boys find her and join her on the floor.

"You been awake long, love?" How can Lando be so gentle at a time like this? Like she hadn't just betrayed him! She stares in disbelief and then shakes her head no.

It looks like Lando is about to say something else when there is a knock on the door. He gets up and opens it to Charles and Max. The former of which is yelling in French.

"Looks like you guys also had a rough night." Lando is keeling over laughing which inevitably puts him back on the floor.

"What do you mean?" Max is standing there looking completely sober.

Lando is in tears at this point, and nobody understands what he's laughing at. "The matching rings, mate? Do you not remember getting hitched right after your sister?"

There is a set of identical screams followed by more frantic French.

"Speaking of that..." Max turns his attention to the little Leclerc and Oscar. "... You going to explain this one Lando? I remember this still."

Lando then blushes, and it looks like he considers running. "So listen - I may have talked you two into getting married." There is this innocent smile on his face that makes her jaw drop.

"This was you?! I'm panicking for nothing?!" She trails with French mumbling, and Charles joins in with her.

They look through pictures for a while and get water into their systems before Max and Charles go to leave.

"So, are you two going to get a divorce?" Oscar looks at Charles and Max who shrug.

"Maybe, but who knows? Maybe it'll come in handy some day."

"I knew you guys were fucking! Lando you own me now."

"How did you know?!"

"Little sisters know all, dear brother."

When it's just the three, a tense silence false between them. "So, what now?" She finally breaks. No longer able to handle the staring.

"We get a lawyer?"

"Or, hear me out, we keep it. We can always do that later!"

It's true, really. This a backward way of confessing, but it's not like they don't want to be together.

"Then Lando needs a ring also!" They laugh.

The Brit gets a hold of the certificate and finds a marker to write his name on it. "I fixed it."

Then he looks at the other two. Bright smiles on all of there faces.

"Shall we consummate the marage?"

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eccentricwritingbaby · 12 days

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yes, and?

lando norris x reader

summary - you’re famous, he’s famous - your new relationship is out for criticism with the world to see. neither of you care. loose basis on ‘yes, and?’ by ariana grande.

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the nightclub was hot, sweaty, and loud as you followed your boyfriend inside. his broad frame was your only view as he proceeded lightly pushing through the crowd in order to get to your reserved area holding your shared friends. his hand tightened in yours while bypassing through tight spaces and yours in his when odd people here and there got too close. his protective nature always had you tingly and warm, especially as his eyes would turn ever so often over his shoulder in order to check on you. the short eye contact that was shared also highlighted a smile from you both, an unspoken identifier of gentle comfort.

when reaching your shared group of friends in the vip section, your hands briefly separate for greetings and ‘hello’s’ as you pass through to the seating. his hand then finds yours again, just as it always does, and he pulls you towards him.

flashes are constantly seen when you both are out, separately and together, therefore having phones shoved around you both or in your direction is normal. both yours and lando’s manager had emphasized that pda would bring more criticism towards your relationship, but you both were so far off the deep end into your honeymoon phase you didn’t care.

lando’s fans didn’t like you because they believed they had a chance with him. or they preferred his exes. or they thought you were the reason he keeps not winning. your fans didn’t like lando because they liked your ex. or they believed you could do better. or they loved your single era.

either way, neither of your fans enjoyed the fresh relationship, but you and lando sure as hell did. you first met out at a club as he was in the dj booth and you were in your vip area. locked eyes and the rest was history. you left the club that night together, woke up in the same bed the next morning, and the internet caught it all. not that either of you minded, you were actually glad you didn’t have to go through the hoops of soft-launches and hiding from the public. within the next week you had joined lando for a race weekend and only stirred the pot further.

lando’s hand tugged you over to where max and pietra were sitting down on the couches. you said your hello’s and took a seat next to p, furthering your discussions.

lando lightly touches your shoulder in order to steal your attention, “sorry, love, i’m getting a drink, what’ll you have?” you give him your order and he taps his lips to your forehead as max and him begin to make their way to the bar.

“and how are you feeling, y/n?” p asks you. you raise your eyebrows at her question in order for her to expand as she adds on, “you know, the media and all,” she gestures with her hands to your surroundings, the plethora of people holding their phones onto either you or lando.

“oh that,” you shake off your confusion with laughter, “ya, i pay no mind to all that, having been in the public for a while or so now, i’m used to it by now,”

“right, i just hope it’s not affecting your relationship with lando, you know?” p offers to you with a genuine smile in concern.

“it won’t, we both don’t mind, it happened with his ex and mine, the main difference now is that we both don’t care and are used to it,” you shrug and make eye contact with your boyfriend and his friend approaching both you and p with your drinks. lando drops down into the seat next to you, as max takes the seat next to p and across from his best friend.

“thank you, love” you speak quietly to him, he hums in acceptance as he places his lips against your cheek.

“you’re welcome, baby, anytime,” you giggle at his response and he throws an arm over the back of your seat. you both thrived in your own little world, you were not planning on leaving each other or the honeymoon stage anytime soon, to hell with the public and media.

after a while at the club - lando heading over to hijack the dj booth, you and your girls having the time of your lives on the dance floor - your boyfriend saw your eyes drooping a bit lower than normal and he knew it was time for you both to head out. he made his way over to where you were swaying with your girls and gently tugged on your upper arm, pulling you into him. you stumbled a bit back into him but he held you upright, as he always does.

“c’mon, love,” he bends down to whisper into your ear, “let’s go home,” you smile up at him as he grabs your hand, beginning to make your goodbye’s and heading for the door.

lando had stopped drinking an hour or so ago, knowing he would drive you two back to his home. you, on the other hand, had a few. not enough where you were a mess, but enough where your brain and mouth were no longer connected and you easily said whatever came to mind. lando found your drunken honesty to be adorable, your manager and publicist hated it. it had gotten you into a few tabloids and made you topics of talk shows, but nothing major - all sort of hilarious in your opinion. your fans called it iconic, and you might believe it to be too.

“you ready?” lando turns around to ask you as you’ve reached the door. you peer quickly around his frame to see the paparazzi flooded at the entrance to the club.

one deep breath in and you nod at your boyfriend, him assuring you quickly with a brief kiss to your lips and a whispered ‘stay close’ as he holds your hand tighter to himself, pushing the door open subjecting you to the wide array of flashing lights.

“LANDO! OVER HERE!”

“Y/N Y/L/N HERE! GIVE US A SMILE!”

the paparazzi had been calling out to either of you as you both continued your walk to lando’s car and away from the club. you were a bit giggly at their questions and felt the need to say at least something to the group. as if lando could feel it, his head whipped back to check on you and it shook with a slight implication of ‘don’t do it’. you just gave him a wide smile in return.

“Y/N! Y/N! WHAT IS YOUR RESPONSE TO FANS CALLING YOUR RELATIONSHIP A PR STUNT?!”

you laugh at the question and turn around, “IT’S NOT!” you yell back with a giggle. the paparazzi surrounding you all laugh as well at your response. you continue to walk backwards facing the group, inviting them to keep following and asking.

“HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO PEOPLE SAYING YOU MOVED ON TOO FAST?!” another man with a camera yells towards you.

“I DIDN’T! I LOVE HIM!” you shout back with another echo of laughs, lando looks down at you with amusement as he pulls you closer to him and opens the passenger side door of his car for you. he leads you into the car and the paparazzi still swarms around.

“YOU LOVE A NO WINS RACE CAR DRIVER?” a pap asks quickly as lando is beginning to shut your door.

you roll the window down and look into the man’s eye, “yes, and?”

your business is yours and mine is mine, why do you care so much whose d*ck i ride?

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formulafics · 5 months

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Las Vegas landoscar wedding blurb for the 1k or I wouldn’t even mind a full fic tbh 🤭👀🙏🫣

☆ . viva la vida | ln⁴ & op⁸¹

i’d love to deliver a full fic, but i’m incapable of that rn. that being said, here’s a blurb, and if any landoscar lovers want to take this idea on as a full length fic, go for it! <3 also this isn’t super vegas focused (which wasn’t my intent) but it’s still cute, and i sure hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻

🎶 i hear jerusalem bells a ringing

roman chalvalry choirs are singing

be my mirror, my sword, my shield 🎶

it was a joke at first, the idea of a vegas wedding. it was one that almost everyone on the paddock made. whether it be about their own partner, a friend, others, the las vegas chapel was only a part of the vegas rage.

that being said, oscar wasn’t shocked when lando brought it up — in fact, he thought to himself of course he would. what did shake oscar though, was the realization that his boyfriend wasn’t joking. lando was serious about getting married.

“come on, oscar,” lando had said, the ‘r’ barely sounded on the end of oscar’s name, with the ‘a’ dragged out. oscar loves the way lando says his name. “we could actually get married, with the funny story of it being in vegas.” oscar was silent. what do you say?…oh.

“are you proposing to me right now?” was oscar’s response. then, just as swiftly as lando brought up the idea, he let it go. “not right this moment- actually, hold that thought.” lando said. immediately, the boy picked up his keys, kissed oscar on the cheek, said his goodbyes, and was off.

it wasn’t exactly unusual for lando to do something so impulsively, but oscar was truly stumped this time. so, all he could do was wait for his boyfriend to return, as he knew it would be no use questioning him about it. (certainly not over text. lando is terrible at answering texts.)

then, oscar gets his answer, and it should have been so obvious — a ring. lando left to get a ring.

the weekend would play out normally - as normally as it could - and sunday, after everything just fell into place naturally, lando popped the question. oscar, even though he knew he was throwing himself into a guaranteed vegas wedding, said yes. at the end of the day, he couldn’t care less about where there wedding is.

he finds that all he cares about is lando, and the fact that he’s marrying - married to lando. even now, with a ring on his finger and marriage papers signed, the pair dancing within a crowd of friends and plus ones, all his kind is on is his boyfriend- husband.

“that’ll take some getting used to,” oscar says, making lando cock a questioning brow. “calling you my husband,” oscar responds, making the brunette grin. “i’m sorry, i couldn’t catch that. i’m your…your what?” lando leans in, making oscar roll his eyes, but his smile maintains big as ever. “husband. you’re my husband,” oscar gives lando what he wants, then presses a kiss to his cheek before lando can revert to his initial position.

as lando leans back to eye oscar, it’s the australians turn to cock a brow. “and i’m your…?” he inquires, making landos smile grow. “my oscar?” he asks, just doing it to press his husbands buttons. “lando,” oscar warns, drawing out the ‘a’ in his name.

“you’re my husband,” lando can hardly get through it, a giggle making its way out of his mouth, one that makes oscar’s heart swell. he leans in and plants his lips against lando’s, to which lando hums, returning the kiss. then, against lando’s lips, oscar murmurs once more “husband.”

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Oscar, shivering : it's a bit cold here

Lando : here, love, take my jacket

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Charles, shivering : it's a bit chilly here, non?

Max : well I can't change the weather, can I?

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bon2bonn · 3 months

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No Respect

L.N #4 . O.P#81

Lando Norris X female!reader X oscar Piastri

Words count : 2.4k.

Warnings : grammar, cursing, not proof read, lando ate all the cookies!! .

Lando sat back into his chair as he puts down the box and drink aside before he put back his headphones and skimmed over the comments that rolled in while he went on a short break , reading a couple of them and answered few asking about where Oscar and Y/n today , he smiled at the mention as he opened the medium sized box lid " sorry guys , Oscar is out today , he'll be back shortly I hope " said miserably , leaning back with a frown " and N/N is preparing for exams, her midterms are approaching and I didn't wanna distract her so you have me for the next half hour or so " he read over the comments wishing his girlfriend the best wishes with her exams and others wishing her luck as he started munching on the cookies , he couldn't help it as he knew his girl made her famous and might he add very delicious coffee and chocolate chips mixed cookies , he smelled them earlier that morning when he woke up, and as he found the box filled with the freshly baked goods he couldn't deny his cravings as he grabbed no only one or two pieces, no , he grabbed the whole box , putting the note on the lid aside not even reading it and made his way out of the kitchen.

Some commented on what he was eating , he smile widened as he explained " these are N/N chocolate chips and coffee mixed cookies, freshly made this morning " proudly showing the camera one as he gave a close up of the cookie back and front , breaking it in half to show how well made they are before devouring it after , giving a nod in agreement that it looks amazing " they taste as amazing as they looks , I can honestly live off of these alone . Maybe with a glass of milk and I'll be good for life " giving the camera a teasing look and he took out one more as he went back to what he was discussing before his break . And as time went on the box was emptied with a satisfied humm .

The front door opened after a while, meaning Oscar is finally home , alerting lando who turned to look back at the door before looking back to the screen, giving his goodbye to the fans who still commented " that was Ossie, so that means our time is up today " he collected the box along with his phone waving at the camera before he turned the stream off and made his way out .

He found Oscar in the kitchen, refilling some of the groceries in the fridge and putting away the empty bags . He turned as lando stepped in greeting him with a soft smile as he leaned over for a kiss in greeting , letting out a quite " hi" which earned him another deep kiss as lando sneaked his arm around him to hold him close after missing him most of the day which he spent alone with their girlfriend diving elbows deep into her studies , " I missed you" , Oscar leaned on his hold with one of his arms going around lando's neck and the other holding his cheek tenderly as he caressed it with his thumb, noticing bits of crumbs on the corner of his lips he mumbles a " you've got a little..." He leaned in again capturing the corner lando's lips before pulling with a humm " chocolate and coffee " , lando smiled as he held up the now empty box , watching as Oscar's own smile fell off and he stared between his boyfriend face and the box with wide eyes before he let go of him as he took it in his hands , shaking it as he asked in a desperate voice " oh lando , please tell me you didn't finish it all ! " .

It was lando's turn to frown as he shook his head asking back " what ? What's wrong ? " Oscar grimaced as he puts down the box , picking up the discarded note and held it up for lando to read .

He took it and as he read his girlfriend hand written note his eyes widened in realization , he couldn't utter anything but a small " Ooh no " , he shared a panicked look with Oscar as they heard a door opening down the hall followed with a groan as their girl made her way out , tiredly dragging her feel and rubbing her eyes with her glasses perched up on her tied up hair , her tired face contoured into a giddy smile as she found them both standing before her .

She made her way to them in small waddling steps with her arms wide demanding to be held after a long day of being glued to a chair with her head buried in text books and revising notes, Oscar obliged immediately wrapping her in his arms as he scooped her up making her wrap her arms around his neck and her legs goes around his waist , letting out a string of giggles as he turned her around, prepping kisses along her neck and up all the way to her lips as she leaned back to hold his face in both of her hand , greeting him with a delighted " hi " between the kisses before she turned to lando who opened his arms for her the moment she was let down again , he held her with in arm around her waist while the other held the back of her head as he gave her a deep kiss , leaning down a bit as his fingers massaging it gently to hide his face in her neck , her head leaned on his shoulder with her eyes closed .

She let out a yawn , unaware of the panicked looks of her boys who looked at the empty box that they set aside as they heard her earlier . Oscar wildly gestured at the box , pointing for lando to distract her before she notice . Lando leaned back making her frown at him as she was moved from her comfortable position in his arms , but he kept his cool as he asked her " how's it going? " She groaned letting her head falls on his chest holding up her thumb and pointer finger very close as she gestures " I'm this close from dropping out " , turning her head to look sideways at Oscar who made his way beside lando standing shoulder to shoulder with him against the counter and looking at her with a suspicious smile.

She looked between them with squinted eyes as they shifted their gaze away , lando fidget nervously, causing her to shift her piercing look towards him instead , talking in sweet voice " lando , love " he answered with a "yes babe " , unable to meet her eyes , she asked " what have you done ? " He refused to say , so she held his face in her palms as she made him lock eyes with her , and her frown only depends as she spotted crumbs of what she knew for sure are cookies .

She gasped as she shoved him aside , finding a new surge of energy as she looked for a certain box she was very sure left on the counter earlier that morning, moving Oscar as well who tried to get her attention but all fell into deaf ears as she proceeded to open the box , looking with a blank face as she found only crumbs at the bottom of the now empty box .

Lando's guilty look and Oscar's sympathetic eyes told her all she needs to know , she calmly put the lid back on, pushed the box to the side and made her way out , leaving them both behind panicking even more at her solemn reaction, scrambling out following her steps , they found her already sat down on the couch , hands on her lap and eyes staring at the void with an unreadable face .

Oscar took a seat beside her taking one of her hands in his , trying to comfort her as much as he could but she made no reaction still , lando sat on her other side, wrapping his arms around her as he apologized over and over " I'm really sorry love , i didn't mean to, I'm sorry " but still no answer , so he picked her up to get her on his lap , letting Oscar settle her feet in his lap , as he wrapped her with a arm around her back and the other holding her to his chest , rocking them both back and forth with him still mumbling apologies into her hair .

She snapped after a while , gesturing with one hand while the other was still held by Oscar " no you're not sorry! , lando ! You ate the whole box ! " He shook his head while keeping his hold not wanting her out of his arms " I know , and I'm sorry" , she started rambling "the whole weekend I asked you ( do you want cookies lando ? ) , but you kept denying saying ( no! I don't want cookies, I don't want cookies! ) " She said in a deep voice trying to mimick him , causing both of her boyfriends to hold back a snicker at her attempt , but the frown still on her face told them it won't be on their favour to do so , and she kept rambling " all day ! All day I was thinking about those cookies, but I kept my ass seated and my face stuck on these torturous books until my eyes crossed and told myself ' it ok , I still have my cookies to eat after all that shit' , you know I woke up at the crack of the fucking dawn to make them and made sure to not eat any cause i wanted to leave them for snack , cause I was eating healthy, and it was pissing me off! , you're pissing me off ! , I even drank my water , did my exercises , and do you know what i had today, a fucking salad lando! , vegetables ! with fucking avocado in it , I told myself those cookies are worth it , but no , you took them all ! . And I told you on the note that it's ok if you took one or two , even three , but you ate them all ! , you didn't leave a single piece, all that's left for me is crumbs and they don't even have chocolate chips in them " she paused to take a deep breath, squeezing Oscar's hand as he gave her a gentle kiss , lando on the other hand rested his forehead on her shoulder trying again to apologize " im so so sorry, i promise, I'll make it up to you, i swear " but she shook her head " I can't , that's it , I'm breaking up with you " oscar let out a shock " what!? " while lando looked up shaking his head in alarm exclaiming " No! " , she nods in defeat " Yes , it's too much ! I'm breaking up now " she gestures with her hand to the kitchen " you don't respect me , like I make you cookies! , I make you donuts! , I make you other things! but you don't respect me, you didn't even leave me one cookie! What else !? " Oscar couldn't help the snort leaving him at his love's rambling, earning a glare from lando who let her go in favour of making her face him , taking her hands in his leaving kisses on the palms of her hands and the back of them finishing with small pecks on her fingertips before he held her face in his hand , apologizing between kisses ignoring her hands when she tried to remove his .

" I am an idiot, a very stupid person for doing this to you, I promise you love it won't ever , ever happen again and I mean it , I'll make it up to you, whatever you want, I'll make it happen " she finally gave him a defeated look leaning her head on his chest " but i just wanted my cookies " lando wrapped his arms around her as he leaned back with her on his chest, the other held out for Oscar who sat there watching in amusement the whole time , he didn't think twice as he scooted closer with his head now on lando's shoulder, facing their girlfriend as she played with his finger when he offered her his hand to hold , she looked up at lando after a moment finding him already looking at her fondly, she puckered her lips and he secured his arm on her as he leaned to give her a peck .

She frowned when she leaned back making him ask in concern " what's wrong? " , She pouted as she gave him another quick peck " you taste like chocolate and coffee" he made a face asking seriously " would you like me to brush my teeth ? " She shook her head , taking hold of he shirt in one hand while the other held onto Oscar's as they both cuddled into him " no , I don't , and I'm too comfy to get up now , so I guess I can suffer through it " he chuckled at her dramatic tone leaving a kiss on the top of her head, doing the same to Oscar before he let his head lean all the way to lay back with his feet propped on the coffee table before them , not the comfiest for him but as long as these two were happy, he's content with anything .

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twinkodium · 4 months

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𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 (𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇 / 𝑀𝒸𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈)

ᥫ᭡ Pairing: Landoscar / Mctwinks

ᥫ᭡ Warning: ‼️ Dirty words, suggestive, sexual activity, anal‼️

ᥫ᭡ Genre: Smut

ᥫ᭡ Word count: 5,4K

ᥫ᭡ Summary: Excitement fills their home, seeing the falling snow outside that makes Lando extremely happy and wakes up his boyfriend. He already has plans for how to spend the day, that don't involve staying in bed.

ᥫ᭡ A/N: No beta-reading this time. I wanted to challenge myself in a way so expect more grammatical errors because I’m NOT a native. Don't mind me posting a Christmas fanfic when it's already long forgotten, I'm shit at time management and sticking to the deadlines 😭

ᥫ᭡ Taglist: @slugesh @formulahuh @laciijane @izzief1rambles @httpiastri @481boxboxbaby @papayaaa04 @landoom @f1extras

ᥫ᭡ Up on AO3 too

‼️+18 content under the cut! Minors, please, do not interact ‼️

“What the hell? Is there an Earthquake?” Oscar is woken up by his bed shaking under his body, highly confused. His disoriented mind needs a few seconds to reboot and it all gets clear what's going on when his vision fixates on the sight of his boyfriend jumping up and down on their bed.

“OSCAAAAH, OSCAAAH! It's snowing!!!” His beaming smile lights up the whole room and while Oscar is not a morning person, a soft smile spreads across his face by Lando’s excitement.

“Wonderful, can I go back to sleep now?” He fake-yawns just to tease the Brit further.

“Don't even think about it!” Stomping his foot dramatically on the bed, he almost loses his balance and falls backward. Quickly circling his arms to gain back his composure, placing his hand over his rapidly beating heart and heaving out a deep breath. Oscar fights back his giggles not wanting to piss him off even more. “Get up Osc, I wanna decorate our Christmas tree.”

“Hm… make me.” He lays on his forearms, the duvet slides lower on his pale skin revealing more of his well-trained pecs. He licks his lips and gazes at Lando, eyebrow cocked in a challenging manner. A cheeky grin appears on the other boy’s face as he launches himself on Oscar. Straddling him over the covers and leaning down to press a sweet and distracting kiss on his lubed-up lips. Before Oscar could touch him and deepen the kiss Lando is already gone. Escaping his embrace at neck-breaking speed, stealing the covers and leaving a shirtless Oscar only in his boxer shivering in bed. What a little shit, he thinks.

“Please put on the Christmas sweater I bought for you and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes.” Lando shouts back from the hallway as he bounces down the stairs to play some music and prepare for the day ahead.

Oscar lets out a sigh as he finally separates himself from the warmth of their bed. Quickly enters the bathroom to brush his teeth and run his fingers through his bed hair to make himself more presentable, even though he’s certain his messy hair is a big turn-on. He checks his reflection in the mirror one last time before clicking off the lights and heading back to the room. He dresses in simple jeans and is about to put on the sweater Lando mentioned but he stops in his tracks when he spots the caption on the front. Choking out a laugh on his way to find Lando with the ugly piece of clothing in his hand. He hears the soft Christmas music coming from the kitchen Lando humming along with the lyrics.

“Lando! I’m not going to—” He loses his train of thought when Lando faces him. His navy jumper has a gigantic candy cane with the text ‘it’s not going to lick itself‘ next to it. Oscar stands there with his mouth open, completely speechless. Lando steps forward and closes his mouth shut with his index finger, seductively grinning up at him as his finger slides along his defined jawline.

“You were saying…” He takes in Oscar’s shirtless form, biting his lower lip at the sight of his creamy skin ready to be touched and marked. He places his open palm over his heart, sliding his fingers over the sensitive surface leaving goosebumps in their wake. Oscar trembles under the sweet touches, a moan escapes deep from his lungs. He swallows the upcoming ones down, wetting his lips yet again.

“I’m not putting on this jumper. It’s ridiculous.” He lifts the jumper to his chest with big balls and the caption ‘If you jingle my balls, I’ll guarantee you a white Christmas’ is sporting on the front.

Lando doubles over with laughter, pressing his warm cheeks to Oscar’s muscular chest as he hooks an arm around his waist, preventing himself from toppling over. Oscar watches his lover having a breakdown, waiting patiently for his chuckles to die down. He places his hand on his lower back to bring his body closer to his.

“Look, I have your balls on my face.” He blurts out, laughing into the fabric between their bodies. The Aussie truly contemplates how the hell did he fall in love with such a child.Lando’s childish behavior and tradition of laughing out loud in serious situations bring joy and happiness to their extremely stressful life. Even when he makes fun of him and bullies him to no return, Oscar swoons over him like a lovesick puppy. Without him joking around, they might crumble under the pressure and demanding focus their job requires. “Okay, sorry. I calmed down now.” He travels his eyes up to Oscar’s, expecting the find annoyance in his chocolate brown obs, but he only gazes back with adoration and love. His heart picks up the pace of his heavy breathing and the thousands of butterflies wake up in his stomach. He’s so in love. “You either stay half naked - that I’d not mind at all - or wear this. No other options available.” He wiggles his eyebrows funnily, knowing oh so well that Oscar can’t say no to him. Especially when he pulls ‘the puppy eyes’ card. Big, sparkly green eyes, pouty lips and he’s a goner.

“Fine.” Lando releases Oscar to step back, crossing his arms over his chest and looking him up and down, clearly enjoying the glimpse of his exposed bare skin.

Oscar plays into his naughty thoughts, flexing his arms when he finally pulls the ugly sweater over his head and smoothes the material down on his wide chest. It stretches over his figure perfectly, if it wasn’t for the stupid pattern and text, he’d even like it.

Lando, on the other hand, can’t hold back his sweet smile, wearing ‘matching’ clothes with his more serious boyfriend truly lights him up on fire.

The change of music interrupts their intense eye contact and they split their sides laughing as the ‘Jiggle Bells’ starts blasting from the speakers in full volume. Once they regain their self-control and get their breathing slowed down to their normal rhythm, they finally make their way towards the living room where the artificial Christmas tree already stands in its naked glory. It’s taller than he remembered. With the star finial on top, it’s going to touch the ceiling.

“When exactly did you wake up?” Oscar begins separating the mismatched Christmas decorations and selecting the ones he wants up on the tree into a neat pile.

“Maybe too early?” A small blush appears on his golden cheeks due to his embarrassment of how excited he is and fully in a festive mood.

The Aussie acknowledges his discomfort with a smile and pulls him closer to kiss his forehead to ease his uneasiness.

They agree to bathe the tree in their favorite colors that represent them perfectly; papaya, some neon green, Australian green, red, and white for the Christmas vibes. It doesn’t take much time to hang the ornaments, however Lando cuts loose with the colorful boas. Either doesn’t realize or most likely doesn't give two hoots that Oscar still stands by the pine when he runs around to throw them on, tying Oscar to the evergreen.

“What was the plan here?” Oscar does his best to rescue himself from the tight embrace, without any luck. “Could you at least help me, please?” He continues writhing to make eye contact with Lando but he jumps around like a little kid in a candy store, getting out of his sight. Probably to hide his shit-eating grin.

“Nah ah, I love seeing your squirm.” Lando lets out a chuckle but eventually steps forward to loosen the clutch of the boas around his body. He crouches under the feathery decoration and immediately backs up Lando to the nearest wall, invading his private space. He places his hand on the wall next to Lando’s body, caging him completely. Eyes fire with lust, their breath mixing as they exhale.

“Let’s see who’s going to toss and turn now.” Oscar bites into his lower lip as checking the Brit out from head to toe.

Lando gulps down nervously, completely aroused by the idea of having his boyfriend’s hands all over him, but they’re snowed under many tasks for the day. “E-easy there tiger! Let’s finish up here and maybe you'll get lucky later.” He obnoxiously winks at Oscar and keeps his eagerness and neediness under control, placing his enormous hands on Oscar’s pecs to have an out.

The younger one decides to tease him a little more, bumping his crotch with Lando’s, earning a low moan from the curly-haired man. Satisfaction brightens his handsome features before stepping back and leaving the flushed man behind. Lando clears his throat quickly and follows Oscar back to the living room table to snatch the last remaining ornament, the star with a picture of them kissing neatly glued to it. He swipes his gaze over the room to find a chair that is tall enough for him to reach the top of the tree without any difficulties. Before he could move, Oscar gets down to one knee in front of him, delighted brown irises leading up, locking with teal sapphire ones. He strikes dumb but rapidly finds his voice to speak up.

“Are you already proposing? Aww, how cute.” His voice comes out raspy thanks to his nervousness and in his usual fashion trying to mask it up with jokes.

“No.” Something breaks in Lando hearing the straight rejection. They’ve never really talked about marriage before, but he knows Oscar is his soulmate. They clicked immediately after their first meeting, he had never felt so loved, so accepted, and safe in anybody else’s proximity. “Not yet.”

Lando gets dizzy by the addition and the softened gaze of his boyfriend. Warmth fills his veins and a newfound smile appears on his cheeks. “Sit in my neck, I’ll lift you to put the star on top.” He itches to obey, immediately throwing his legs over Oscar's wide shoulders, reaching to grab his hand for leverage.

Oscar places his other hand on Lando’s thigh, dainty fingers pressing into his flesh a little harder, making him hiss in pleasure. The older boy stretches out to set the ornament in its place and backs up to admire his handiwork. Unlucky for him, he leans backward a little too much, being in danger of falling off. Without thinking he grabs a handful of Oscar’s hair, yanking on it harshly to become steady again. The Australian lets out a deep growl.

“Jesus, I can feel your excitement on the back of my neck…” He takes a step away from the tree.

“I’m not immune to your obscene sounds and touches… Excuse me for being a weak man.” He drags his hands downwards to touch his sexy thick neck with feather-light touches, amused by the feeling of him swallowing. He shrieks as Oscar’s strong arms push him off his shoulders and drop him between the cushions of the sofa.

“What’s next mister?” The taller man stands in front of him with all of his cuntiness, hands on his small hips, slightly tilted to the side. He could be a funny sight but instead radiates sexuality and confidence. Yet another reason for Lando to get hard in his sweats. He shakes his head swiftly to rearrange his thoughts before opening his mouth.

“DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOOOOWMAAN?” His inner child shows its teeth while screaming the comical lyrics of a children's movie. He jumps up from his lying position to dart straight to the door putting on his boots and winter coat. “CMON, FASTER, FASTER! You’re such a grandpa… so damn slow!” Trailing back to his boyfriend to rush him into his clothes.

“Don’t forget what you've just said when you’re getting railed later.” He bends down to whisper the naughty words into Lando’s ear, making him blush in return. It overflows him with satisfaction even though a soft blush appears on his cheeks too as his jeans get a little tighter at the visual of him burying his dick deep into Lando’s pretty hole.

He’s halfway through to zip up his thick coat when Lando grabs his hand to drag him outside. He might be living in the UK for a while but is still not adjusted to the colder weather and prefers Australia’s warmth over anything.

The snow stopped falling, covering the ground in ankle-high whiteness. Breezing wind swipes over his heated-up cheeks, tinting them the most gorgeous pink Lando has ever seen. He loves making him blush, it looks delicious on his pale complexion. He could spend hours tracing the pinkness, with his big bear hands, with his full lips, marking up his territory.

The Brit scoops up a handful of snow, providing a wonderful sight of his perky little ass to Oscar who fights back the urge to slap it and pushes him into the snow face-down for being slutty. His curly hair is tucked under his beanie yet an unruly curl gets loose and falls over his forehead as he rolls the snowball in all directions, rounding it out and making it bigger.

“Are you done ogling or do I have to do that hard work all by myself?” His sassy remark gets him an eye roll, but eventually, he makes his way over to him, starting the middle part of the snowman. When it's all rounded out, with their combined strengths they lift it to place it over Lando’s.

“Would you fetch some sticks and a couple of stones?” Lando has a light bulb moment and wants to execute it without Oscar’s studying gaze, hence sending him on his way to collect necessities to decorate the masterpiece with.

Oscar stops dead in his tracks and brims with astonishment when he spots the marvelously sculptured creation, the fragment of Lando’s imagination.

“Do I want to know why there is a giant snowcat standing in our garden? Or I better not ask questions?” One of his eyebrows raises a notch while spectating his boyfriend working on the details of the cat.

“I made a statue to honor my lovely and sweet boyfriend. You should be more grateful.” Lando whips around with his hands on his hips, leveling Oscar with disapproval.

“Oh wow, thank you very much, your Majesty. It's surprisingly decent.” He focuses his gaze back on the cat made of snow, checking it out more from all angles and humming in satisfaction. He likes what he sees, but teasing Lando is the higher priority. Hence the emotionless wave of his voice.

“What a compliment.” He pretends he doesn't enjoy Oscar’s sarcasm, but the light twitch of his mouth and soft tone of voice says otherwise.

He extends his hands towards Oscar, impatiently waiting for him to hand him the collected goods which he does. He crosses his arms and stands back, letting the Brits what he envisioned, he was the one who wanted so desperately to come outside anyways. His gaze lingers on him though, literally burning a hole into the side of his face, yet it doesn't divert his attention away from sticking the stick into the snowcat, creating its whiskers.

Out of the blue, Oscar feels the need to disturb his peace, just like he did with his, waking him up from a sweet dream. He bends down to create a little snowball and sneakily throws it towards the unsuspected, concentrated man. Boom, headshot!

His loud, shrill cry could wake the dead, as it echoes back from the high trees around the property. The melted liquid runs under his thick coat, contacting his skin and making him jump around to stop the flow. Soaking through his knitted sweater, there is no way to block the unexpected sensation and shake off the chill it gives him.

“You didn't just do that!” He's already reaching to collect snow in his hands, ready to fight back. His determination heightens as he looks back at his doubled-over boyfriend, laughing uncontrollably over his misery. He uses his permanent distraction to fire the ball through the air, missing the aim completely.

The sudden whooping sound of the rapidly gliding ball just inches away from his face makes him alert, standing up straight to come face to face with the fuming gaze of green orbs, all set to destroy him for the sins he has committed against him.

The Australian looks around to hide behind something from the possible attack coming his way. His thoughtfulness dissipates like wisps of smoke that doesn't go unnoticed by his boyfriend either. Using the opportunity to eliminate the remaining distance between them and galloping toward the nervously distracted man.

Oscar is pressed face-down into the snow, with the smaller boy straddling the back of his thighs and shoveling the white substance under his clothes. Down under the collar, up under the hem, doing everything possible to make him suffer and squirm. “Your reward for being mean to me.”

Oscar chuckles lightly before pushing himself up into a planking position and thrusting one of Lando’s legs to unbalance him. His plan works perfectly, making him fall off his body and lie on the floor facing up the sky. He's too slow, blinking in confusion and Oscar is already on his feet and kicking a thick layer of snow over his spread-out figure.

“You let me torture you, while you're so much stronger and could easily defend against me.” He pouts, wiggling his limbs to get free.

“Yep, correct.” He has no intention of helping him yet, just towering over him and watching the scene unfold. “You had that murderous sparkle in your eyes that you needed to get out of your system as soon as possible. Otherwise, you'll be a pain in the arse for the rest of the day.”

The laying boy sucks in a sharp breath, his lips form a thin line of annoyance because, at the end of the day, the Aussie is right. He's extremely irritating when he has his mood swings, going whiny without any trace when he was jumping for joy seconds before. The brunette boy takes pity on him, sweeping off the whiteness from his body and hugging his slim waist to pull him flush against his muscular chest. Mesmerized by the beauty of his lover, tan skin against the white scenery, emerald eyes digging into his chocolate brown ones. Plump lips are insignificantly purple and chapped due to the freezing weather. They're so close that they breathe in the same air to fill their lungs. He's tempted to lock their lips in a sweet kiss.

“We should go outside before freezing our asses off.” Lacing their ice-cold hands together, he leads Lando toward the entrance, impatient to undress from the soaked-through fabric, avoiding frostbites.

Boots and coats are disposed of at the door, they are not bothered to hang them, just casually throw them on the floor like messy schoolboys coming home after a long day.

Their pants and ugly sweaters get the same treatment, lying forgotten on the hardwood flooring as the boys make their way into the living room, halting only in front of the fireplace. They try to warm up and get the circulation back into their frozen body parts.

Lando’s discomfort doesn't evaporate, quickly realizes the only piece of clothing he wears, is also drenched. He doesn't even think before sliding his boxers down this olive and trained legs, throwing the piece at his stunned boyfriend. At a teasingly slow pace, he strolls to the sofa, swinging his cute little butt side to side. Still trembling due to their previous activity, he reaches for the blanket to wrap it around his frame and cover himself from the hungry eyes of Oscar.

He wets his lips and chokes out a moan watching Lando’s seductive show and obnoxious wink, tempting him. He's going to destroy him for his behavior.

“Come here and warm me up please.” He beckons him with grabby hands, excited to touch his milky white skin.

Oscar takes his time to get closer, playing hard to get on purpose, making him wild. He loves it when He loves him desperate, whining and begging Oscar to get on with it already. Lando’s nails are digging into his palms as he fastens his grip on the blanket, pausing to launch forward and grab him by his waist.

Eventually, Oscar makes it, waiting for Lando’s next move. His mouth falls open when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down without mercy. Already drooling at the sight of his half-mast dick, eager to brush his fingers over his length but instead just opening the blanket and gesturing to him to take a seat.

As soon as Oscar places his peachy ass on the furniture, Lando climbs in his lap. He positions himself carefully on Oscar’s muscular thighs, leaving enough space for their dicks not to connect, at least for now.

He circles his arms around his deliciously thick neck and buries his face in the croak of it. The inviting pale flash calls out to him, and who is he to deny giving in? He's not God’s strongest soldier, he could never resist kissing down the slope of his neck and marking him up.

His open-mouthed kisses start their descent from his jawline to his collarbone where he flicks his tongue over the area and bites down on the sensitive skin, possibly leaving the imprint of his teeth behind. Oscar’s thighs are clenching at the sensation, a whimpering mess at the mercy of his bratty boyfriend.

Lando can't fight back the smile stretching over his lips. He follows the throbbing veins on the side of his neck with the teasing whirl of his tongue until he reaches his sweet spot right under his earlobe. His luscious mouth hesitates no more to suck a dark purple mark there. His teeth hungrily graze over the two moles on his Adam’s apple, giving them extra attention.

“You know I’m very respectful, but if you don’t stop sucking on my neck, I swear I’ll change the way you walk.” He thrusts his hips upward desperately, their hard erections meeting in the middle, lust clouding their minds.

“That was the plan all along, Osc. Would appreciate it if you let me be in charge for a short amount of time, before manhandling me into next Friday.” Lando loves to be in control, even though he usually lets Oscar make moves and devour him completely. But once in a while, the Brit asks to be the dominant one, not for his own satisfaction but to worship the pale canvas provided to him and show his love and adoration without using words.

Oscar leads his hand up on Lando’s back, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss, sealing the deal the sweetest way possible.

Lando slides closer, craving for skin-on-skin contact. Moans break free just to be muffled by their tongue licking into each others’ mouths. Getting drunk on the taste, driven by their needs and sexual frustration.

Their members are enclosed between their stomachs, every twitch of their hips brushing them together, making the friction unbearable.

“I need to be inside you.” Oscar can't take it anymore, wanting to be buried deep, feeling the tight squeeze and grasp around him.

“God, yes please.” Lando is out of his mind, basking in pleasure and sucking into the base of Oscar’s necky. Yet another mark to admire later.

The Australian untangles his hand from Lando’s curls reaching over to grab the lube from the drawer.

“Since when do we have lube there?” Asks the Brit, confused and amused at the same time.

“Since you're a horny bitch and demand to be bent over on every possible furniture and surface in the house and being fucked daily.” Oscar opens the bottle, applying a few drops over his slim fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. He places the free palm of his hand over his hips, pushing him up a little to have a better access.

“I didn't hear you complaining.” His voice hitches when Oscar circles his finger over the rim of his hole. He isn't even pushed in, but Lando already becomes restless. “Fuck Osc, just give it to me.”

With an evil grin on his face, he does as he was asked, entering him with a sudden push and making him shudder against him. Groans fill the room with every pump, adding another finger alongside, fueling the need for Lando’s pornographic sounds.

He grinds his hips down, riding Oscar’s fingers deliciously. Hands fisting in hair, tugging on soft strands, teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulder silencing his grunts. Oscar curls his fingers inside him, scraping his prostate straight on, making the man on top of him tremble from pleasure.

“Shit… Oscar… I-I, please.” Lando breathes heavily against his neck. He needs him, he craves him. Not done letting go yet. Lifting himself off the skilled fingers, his shaky hand locates the lube next to them. Hastily wraps his other hand around Oscar’s abandoned shaft, squeezing it to the point that makes him see stars and hiss both in pain and pleasure. He runs his thumb over the sensitive head, smudging the pre-cum all over the swollen and pink tip. If he wasn’t on the verge of breaking down, he'd consider giving him head but he's too desperate for release and being filled to make a move.

“If you don't sit on me in the next couple of seconds, I’ll combust.” He drops his head back, revealing his destroyed, thick neck. He has almost as many bites as moles, Lando made sure to decorate it completely, not leaving any part untouched.

Gulping down the temptation to attack him again, Lando busies himself with applying lube on him.

Oscar sucks his lower lip in, fighting back a nasty remark and the urge to throw Lando off him and fuck him sideways.

He watches the lube streaming down his length, before positioning himself over the glossy tip, welcoming and wrapping him in his warmth and tightness.

Oscar finds his hips, helping him emerge. God knows he tries his best to not buckle his hips up and enter him quicker. But he’s as respectful as it gets and would never think of going against Lando’s wishes.

The Aussie bottoms him out perfectly, letting him adjust to his size and drawing hearts over the skin of his hips to distract him from the extreme stretch.. His head is thrown back in a howl of lust, arching his back. He keeps rotating his lower half, edging both of them close to the sweet paradise. Oscar leans towards his throat, nuzzling his nose on his Adam's apple, moving his lips alongside his jaw. He gifts him a matching hickey, tongue flat on the mark, extremely satisfied.

Lando fucks him at a slow but sensual pace, gazing directly into his clouded eyes. Momentarily gets distracted by the sweat gliding down between his pecs, over his abs, pooling right where they connect.

The stalling pace of motion makes Oscar feral, thrusting up to meet his rhythm, pushing himself deeper inside Lando. He gasps out a moan, bending forward to bite into Oscar’s neck, whimpering into his skin while letting his man use his body to chase their releases.

Lando’s face contorts when Oscar tightens his hand, giving him a few strokes up and down his cock. He's so close, nails scratching on Oscar’s skin tearing him open, warning him of what's to come. Every deep thrust of him brings him closer. His throat is dry as a desert, unable to form a sentence, only moans and cries fight their way out.

Oscar slaps one of his hands down his handful ass, lifting him faster and faster and pounding into him harder. Their lips connect in a sloppy, uncontrolled kiss when the familiar tingle appears. Oscar’s strokes speed up a notch, sending Lando over the edge. White ropes of cum spurt out all over their stomach, coating Oscar’s long, slender fingers in the process.

His tight walls constrict around Oscar, following Lando into the blissful release. He cums inside him, giving him rope after rope of his creamy treasure shot, filling him to the brink.

A line of spit still between their lips, foreheads touching and sticky with sweat, but neither of them cares. The comfort of being close together, in each others’ arms overrides every unpleasantness.

“I can’t move. You fucked me up.” Lando backs up a little to look at his boyfriend. Soft gazes go over all of his features; the cute pointy nose, the gorgeous doe eyes, straight eyebrows, Rose tinted cheeks, delicious swollen lips due to hungry kisses, and the moles covering his pale skin. His usually soft hair, messily sitting on the top of his head, a few locks sticking to his clammy forehead. Breathtakingly gorgeous, his and only his.

“You asked for it tho.” Color filters into Lando’s cheeks at the appearance of Oscar’s infamous lopsided grin. “I’m going to clean you up and get us some hot chocolate, okay?”

“That’d be mint, thank you.” Softly wrapping his arms around the small of his waist, shifting their position to lay him down on his back. He slips out of him with a shift move, causing him as little pain as possible, and kissing him on the cheeks.

The sexy, round ass comes into view, tempting him to be slapped with long, raw strikes.. Naughty thoughts invade his mind, already ready for round 2, but he wants his hot chocolate first. He only blows a gentle hit on the flesh to make it jiggle, earning a yelp in response. Oscar narrows his eyes at him but continues his journey to the bathroom to clean up. Soon, he comes back with a lukewarm towel, tenderly scrubbing off the mess Lando created.

The Brit laces their fingers together before the man can escape without placing his lips on his. He signs exasperatedly but leans down for a peck before heading into the kitchen to prepare their seasonal drinks.

Landon starts dozing off when he hears footsteps. Too lazy to get up properly but whips around to look at the naked, Australian God. “I hope you stirred my drink with your dick. It'd taste 100% better that way.”

“I swear you're sick in the mind. Wouldn't want to get a 2nd-degree burn, thank you very much.” He’d pinch the bridge of his nose if he wasn't holding two mugs filled with burning hot liquid.

“I’d be your nurse and cure it with my mouth, don't you worry.” Oscar imagines Lando in a tight white dress that barely covers his ass. Dropped to his knees in front of him, eager to have his mouth wrapped around his length, swallowing it fully. His dick is awakened, standing at half-mast already. “Hmmm… I assume you used your imagination.”

He places the mugs down quickly, spilling some of them on the glass table, and takes his seat miles away from his lover. “I see the dangerous glint in your eyes but I want to drink my hot chocolate in peace.”

Lando pouts but can't do much about it, if Oscar sets his mind on something, he doesn't back off until he succeeds.

The Aussie teasingly licks the side of the mug, cleaning off the whipped cream. He keeps his eyes locked with Lando’s, waiting for him to lose his cool and attack him as he always does. He hums erotically, extremely impressed by Lando’s self-control. Even though he taps his fingers on the table, clearly trying to urge him on, but stays seated and holds back his eagerness.

Oscar finally finishes off the drink and is about to put the empty jug down, when he catches a glance of Lando, rapidly racing into his direction. He wraps his fingers around his wrist and drags him out of the living room and up the stairs.

“You better be ready for round 2, I won't be gentle. Your teasing was over the top and I'm going crazy.” A low chuckle escapes him but accepts his fate with open arms. He knows he's safe with Lando, even though he sometimes gives off mean energy, he's the sweetest boy he has ever known and could never hurt him intentionally.

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