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Pirelli C1 Compound Tyre by nomichaelno (mourningliliesmorningglories)
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
09 Jun 2026
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Why don’t we talk about it? How good it feels.
And if you don’t know then you’re lucky
but also you poor thing.Bookmarked by cloudie11
16 Jun 2026
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Lando only took a literature class to avoid doing actual work. He didn’t expect to get obsessed with the quiet, serious guy sitting in front of him. Oscar Piastri is everything Lando isn't—focused, composed, and completely immune to his usual charm.
Or so it seems.
What starts as teasing turns into a year-long game of provocation—until Oscar snaps, and Lando finds out that the quiet ones can be the most dangerous. And the most rewarding.
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- Part 1 of In a Language of Our Own
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16 Jun 2026
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“Perfect. I’m going to step out for a couple minutes, if you could go ahead and undress for me and lay back down,” Oscar replied casually, smiling over at Lando like he wasn’t genuinely about to collapse onto the floor.
He didn’t even have time to say anything before Oscar was opening the door to leave again. The room felt terribly quiet all of a sudden, bar the loud, violent thumping of Lando’s own pulse in his ears. There was absolutely no way this was real. He’d just met easily the hottest person he’d ever seen, he was already half hard at how he was being talked to throughout a stupid appointment, and the guy was about to have a goddamn finger up his ass.
Lando’s shorts were considerably tighter than they were a few minutes ago.
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Lando gets a prostate exam and may be falling in love with McLaren's new doctor.
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16 Jun 2026
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“Lando.”
“Mmm.”
“Lando, c’mon.”
“...’S stupid.”
“Fuckin’ hell, let me help you!” Oscar nearly snapped, exhaling sharply.
Lando finally peeked back over at him again, the one eye that was visible looking distinctly glassy. Not crying, but definitely in a… Different headspace than he’d been in a few minutes ago.
“Just- Jesus, okay, fine. Just promise you won’t freak out, or, like, quit McLaren or some shit. It’s not a big deal, like, you don’t have to say yes or anything,” he finally began explaining, immediately sending a pit of worry into Oscar’s stomach.
Why was he bringing up the team? What could possibly make him even start to consider quitting? Oscar's mind raced with every possible explanation of what he could be about to ask him, but he kept his face as neutral as possible in an effort to not freak him out more than he clearly already was.
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Lando starts to spiral after his DNF in Monaco, and asks Oscar for a favour to help clear his head.
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16 Jun 2026
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Lando felt goosebumps prickle over his skin as he slowly began to run his hand up the smooth skin of his leg, his eyes glued to the contact and his lips parted slightly. The dreams that had woken him up so many times now, sweating and hard against his mattress or drivers’ room sofa, mirrored the exact position they were in almost to a T. It was a bit of a mindfuck, really.
But Oscar’s skin was warm and delicate against his own, painfully real, undeniably there.
“‘S pretty,” Oscar mumbled under his breath, seeming almost entranced by what Lando hadn’t thought twice about after he’d left the appointment.
Lando had been called a lot of things in his life. Pretty wasn’t usually one of them. Fit, hot, gorgeous, sure - but something about the way that word melted off Oscar’s tongue had his breath catching in his throat, the firm muscles of his thigh constricting under his fingertips.
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lando gets his legs waxed. oscar is a big fan.
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16 Jun 2026