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Lando is struggling and not in a great mental state after the toxicity of the media, and Oscar is there to comfort him.
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Oscar being a green flag
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“You’re hard,” Lando whispered, barely moving his lips.
Oscar’s voice was steady. “And whose fault is that?”
“You like me in your lap?”
Oscar didn't give him the satisfaction of a yes. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below Lando’s ear. “Maybe this is what it takes to get you to follow instructions.”
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Lando and Oscar play strip poker.Series
- Part 4 of landoscar works by this anon
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Lando's trained to be the perfect servant. He is polished, pliant, and far too pretty to ignore.
He has every noble lined up for a taste of him. For his beauty, his obedience, and most of all, his blood, so intoxicating that even ancient vampires lose their composure.
But Lando's saving himself. For the master who will finally claim him, body and vein both, the way he has always dreamed. Without shame, without restraint.
When the chance comes at last, he's brought to a court of bloodbound lords and their spoiled pets. Every gaze hungry. Every hand reaches.
All of them aching to have him. All of them except the man he now belongs to.
Oscar.
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- Part 9 of landoscar works by this anon
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15 Jan 2026
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Peakkkkkk!!!😭💖💗 fic đỉnh vcl luôn. Tôi yêu oscar, tôi yêu landoooo
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In Woodsboro, Lando Norris sees his life turn into a nightmare when he is pursued by the masked killer Ghostface. What he doesn't imagine is that behind the mask is Oscar Piastri, someone much closer - and more dangerous - than he could suspect.
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01 Jan 2026
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“…Oscar? Are you even listening?” Mark’s sharp tone snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah,” Oscar muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Sounds great, Mark. Let’s, uh, talk more about it tomorrow, okay?”
Before Mark could reply, Oscar ended the call, shoving his phone back into his pocket.