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[dreamauri]

hi dear, I hope you have your requests open, if not, sorry, but I'm so addicted to Michael Jackson's songs, I would love to see your work inspired by his songs like Chicago or Dirty Diana, it could be with Sebastian Vettel or Carlos Anyway, I love your work, you are a great writer <3

this request has been in my inbox since October and as a gift to you for waiting so long lovely I have finally written 'chicago' with sebby our bee keepter it and it will be posted after tomorrow (on Monday?? i have no sense of time anymore)!

i hope it's enjoyed well enough, I'll try to do dirty diana with Carlos <3

[dreamauri]

Hey author,

Loved your work! I have a request for a Max Verstappen fiction. Here's the idea:

Max Verstappen and the Reader have been friends since childhood and started dating when they were 15. The Reader is currently the number one ranked tennis player, with 2 Wimbledon titles, 3 French Open titles, and 2 Australian Open titles to her name. She is the best in women's singles and doubles tennis at the moment.

The Reader is a badass, known for her fiery press conferences and domination on the court, much like how Max is in racing. Despite being a power couple in front of the world, they are very vulnerable and weak for each other. They know the struggles both have been through—she understands the impact Max's childhood and his father, Jos, have had on him, and he knows the challenges she faces, including attacks and pressures from the media.

They are incredibly supportive of each other. Max attends all her Grand Slam matches, and she visits his races. They are deeply in love and very open with each other, understanding each other's feelings and experiences.

That's the type of story I have in mind. I hope you like it!

Best regards,

Anon.

hi anon, i can't believe i write this right away but I did, and I accidentally posted it before replying to your request, but oh well, my bad. it's here

[dreamauri]

been obsessed w the wired in series sooo... no happy ending for itt? t_t

ps. i can't move on (alt-ending pls) t_t

wdym no happy ending?? was that not a happy ending enough? 😭😭🙏 ok ok I'll write one more chapter hopefully here on Tuesday, my new years gift to you

[dreamauri]

hi hi what is “maxie u la la” meaning?

hi love, Maxie is just a nickname for Max. "oh la la" is a famous exclamation in French, its English counterpart would be "oh my god"/"omg"

[dreamauri]

I physically need more sub Oscar to live please🥺

♪ — 𝗜 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 sub! oscar piastri x soft! dom! reader (smut) fic summary . . . after not seeing each other for a while, it's easy to tell Oscar is starved and desperate.

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"D-door, door." he squeaked, a little gasp falling from his lips. His eyes involuntarily closed as your lips continued to suck a bite on his neck. He leaned his head back, a shiver falling through his spine at the feeling of your fingers tracing the skin of his abdomen under his shirt. Oscar's heart was beating so loud he was sure you could hear it.

Another gasp pulled from his throat when he felt your other grope his as, looking from the apartment keys in his back pockets. He let you push him, leaning down in search of your lips with his own.

The aussie was desperate for your touch, you could see in it his hungry and needy eyes. "please, please," his voice was quiet, cupping the back of your head so he could hold you still for a kiss. He was too hungry and thirty, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. His lips only got to brush yours before he had to pull away to let you pull his shirt off.

You watched as he tried to chase you for a kiss again, eyes hazy and half open. The pretty hazel irises were now a dark shade, a gorgeous shade of need clear as he stared at your lips.

"baby," He whined as you pushed him to his bedroom until he fell back on the mattress. Oscar felt like he was going to cry. He couldn't wait anymore. His pants were too tight and he needed you! He needed you so much, y/n. He missed you so much. He didn't even hesitate to hold your bare waist as soon as you pulled your shirt off.

This time you welcomed his lips to yours, a hungry and passionate kiss. his body was so sensitive under you, eyes scrunched tight and with goosebumps rising at skin. You had so much power over him.

"Fuck! Please, please!" He was literally putty in your hands, feeling himself jerk his hips up at the feeling of your palm on his length. He gritted his teeth, feeling you slowly unzip the jeans and undo the button. His hand slowly found its way around your body, holding you.

"You're so small," you whispered in his ear, pressing soft kisses on his cheek and jaw just as you began stroking. Briefly spinning in your palm, you felt Oscar tense and intense at the warm liquid you spread on his dick. "Such a good boy," "Y/n,"

you too missed him. with each pump to his dick, a moan drew from his as he nuzzled in your neck. You missed having him like this, openly giving himself to you. You liked to whisper soft coos in his ear, playing with his hand with one hand while the other hand jerked him off. You missed him in this state, holding you like his life depended on him, squirming and jerking his hips up, saying your name like a prayer.

and at this point it was a prayer. "n-no!" he gripped the skin on your back in frustration upon feeling your hand leave where he needed you. He tried to pull your hand back on his dick only to be unsuccessful. You pushed him on his back, adjusting your position on his lap. Oscar didn't get a chance to complain, feeling grinding on top of him.

He honestly looked pathetic, thrusting up into your clothed heat with uneven gasps and whimpers for breaths, holding onto the skin of your stomach with one hand and your thigh with his other. He couldn't take his eyes off you, watching the way you unclasped your bra and sat up momentarily to pull your skirt and panties off.

"mhhh- y/n," a pleading whine left his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt. you held his wrists together when he tried to pull you down to take him. "behave," you scolded, blowing a hair that fell on your hair. "I can't wait, any more," Oscar shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut in desperation. "I need you— I can't! I need you!" He begged loudly, practically on the verge of sobs. You were right there, heat ghosting on top of his pulsing tip.

You had to admit it was a pretty sight. Having Oscar so submissive under you, all sweaty and panting, hands held together, legs shifting from the discomfort and impatience. You couldn’t wait any longer either. Leaning one hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, Oscar didn’t waste any time holding onto your hip with his now free hand. The brunette was going to open his mouth to say something but was cut off by his own moan, finally feeling your warmth envelop him.

Little gasps left his mouth as his free hands moved around trying to hold onto you, settling on your back. It’s been so long since the two of you had shared an intimate night, you’d think Oscar grew an inch or two with the way it was taking you slow to take all of him. “S-so tight.” Oscar groaned, looking up at you through half lidded eyes. When you did finally sink down all the way, you leaned your forearms on either side of his head. Oscar welcomed your kisses eagerly, wrapping his around your back.

You could feel the way his breaths stuttered every once in a while. You hated how hungry his eyes still looked for another kiss when you pulled to catch air. “You wanna move?” an eager nod followed as you leaned in for another long french kiss followed by thrusts and loud muffled moans.

[dreamauri]

Bottom needy Oscar smut please🧎🏽‍♀️🙏

♪ — 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 oscar piastri x fem! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . sub oscar. just subby oscar.

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His breath was heavy when he whispered your name. His fingers pressed on your shoulder blades, breathing shakily on your ear as you pressed him against the wall. He felt like he was being devoured with the way you kissed and nipped on the skin of his chest and shoulders.

You’d marked him everywhere, your hands roughly holding exploring his naked body while pushing him in the wall. You could feel his breathing quicken, as you slowly trailed a hand down his stomach to his happy tail.

With a glance to his rosy cheeks and clenched jaw you pushed him on the couch. The hotel’s bed was too far, you felt. And Oscar clearly agreed, laying back quickly and helping you climb up on his lap right away. He wasted no time, cupping the back of your head to pull you in a kiss. His free hand caressed your bare spine, pulling your body flat on his chest.

Your hand worked like clockwork, reaching for his discarded pants and pulling out a condom from his wallet all while roughly making out with him. Oscar could never get tired of the taste of your tongue nor its warmth in his mouth. The way your tongues danced together or how you licked up the roof of his mouth had his eyes moaning and throat vibrating with a moan. You drove him crazy that way, the hand on your back pressing little crescent moons from desperation.

He let you pull away to sit up when you did, his hands never truly caged you against him, he was too weak for that. He couldn’t hold you still or restrict you anyway because you had to move freely if he wanted to get whatever you had in store for him. In this situation: watching you tear the condom open and slip it on him.

It always sent shivers up his spine, touching him for the first time in a while even if it's just rolling down the condom. You had control over him that way, depriving him of the touch and satisfaction till he was all putty and submissive for you. Ruining him for everyone else  so he could only find pleasure in you.

Oscar didn’t really care. He felt like a helpless man serving and worshiping you, something much higher than an angel or a god. His eyes couldn’t get enough of you, his hands would touch you all day long if he could, he’d suck and kiss and would say prayers and praises if you let him. 

He was a man that way, a boy under you, watching you adjust on your knees and align yourself with him. He’d let you starve him for two months after each visit if it felt this good every time. Oscar could barely keep his eyes open, but he wanted to see himself disappear in you, leaning up on his forearms to devour the sight.

You loved the way he looked up at you with those puppy eyes once he bottomed out. The way he reaches up for you fills you with so much power. The way you lean your hands on his shoulders and push him down flat as you begin moving. The way you draw breathy moans and whines from his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut and mouth open each time he feels you sink down again. He had to keep his eyes open though, making eye contact with you as you crashed your lips on his in a rough kiss. 

The way your hair fell and the way your skin began glistening with sweat. It was obvious you weren’t doing  anyone but him, starving for the two months you two were apart with him. And that made him want you all the way more, his hands gently holding your hips to help you. 

His touch only lasted a few seconds before you held his wrists to his stomach. All Oscar could do now was whisper your name, moans and begs dripping from his mouth as he looked up at you with heavy eyes. You brought him heaven, placing it in his hands. 

But he wanted to give you too. Oscar was in no way insecure about his abilities, but you went through so much effort to give him euphoria that he felt you deserved more. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, breathing heavily to the point that you could clearly see his chest rising and falling, the necklace you gave him highlighting that fact. “Shh.” You told him quietly, shaking your head and closing your eyes. Oscar shook his head back, a moan pulling from his throat and his eyes rolling. His hips twitched up. 

“Your voice, your eyes, y—your highness,” He breathed out shakily, shaking his head again. He was on drugs, he was high. He couldn’t help it, sitting up and pushing you on your back. He didn’t even hesitate to start thrusting, his mouth finding your chest where he began sucking on your tits live a starved man. Your name followed out of mouth like the Nile river during a flood. You were his goddess, kissing and touching and worshiping you. He owed you that much.

“Oscar?” He looked up at you right away, leaning forward to your eye level. You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your lips upon seeing his puppy eyes. Your bodies rocked together as you pulled him down from his nape in a kiss. It didn’t take much longer for the aussie to be a gasping and cussing mess, roughly making out with you as he gave his last thrusts. And like an addict, his body shook with yours when his orgasm hit. It made him feel all the better when you wrapped your hands around his back and pressed your forehead to his.

You didn’t want to get us after that, letting him lay on top of you to catch his breath while you played with his hair.

[dreamauri]

OP81 fluff? maybe something to do with new years?

♪ — 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦 oscar piastri  x  girlfriend! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . when new years celebrations don't go as expected (560 words)

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"feel like this was a bad idea." You lean in and whisper to oscar in his ear, cupping your hand over your mouth so the very drunk hostess wouldn't attempt to lip read. Oscar couldn't agree more. The party you were invited to had taken a turn and had become a loud mess of music and alcohol, while led to you and oscar sitting awkwardly sitting on a couch. This was not how you wanted to spend these few minutes.

You had specifically flew over to Oscar because you didn't want him to spend new years alone. And when you were invited to a party from one of Lando's friends, this is not what you had expected. "Lets get out of here." Oscar nodded, taking your hand so you wouldn't get separated on the walk out.

Neither of you had taken a drink so it would've been the default option to take the drive back to where Oscar was staying and spend those last minutes in the car. Oscar himself was going to walk down the ramp to the under ground garage until you had pulled him back from his hand.

"Lets walk for a little bit. I don't want to day to end just yet." The smile that covered oscar's face was one you always found so cute. He held you close walking with you. The city was almost pitch dark with shops closed and buildings with no lights, except for the few bars and clubs of course. Small chats filled the silence between you and oscar. It hadn't been long before you found a kids park.

"As much as I'd like that, i think it's be too soon." "Yeah, but just imagine it," You told him, watching him sit on a swing. "Oscar Piastri, home hero, Wins the Australian Grand Prix in his second season in F1." Oscar shook his head with a small smile, following along with you as you climbed up a slide.

"And we'd kiss after in parc ferme and we can have dinner in my bathtub." "your bathtub?" Oscar scrunched his nose not expecting the detail, a small giggle leaving his lips. He followed you up the play house from the stairs, taking your hand and pulling you in his chest.

"Yeah, you know, with wine and bubbles." Oscar thought for moment. "or us being in close proximity, naked." he added nodding. "Yeah I can see that." he grinned down at you.

Fireworks went off somewhere from behind, lightening up the sky. With a quick check to your watches you were able to conclude that 2024 had begun. "this is actually a perfect way to spend my new years." Oscar chuckled, pocketing his phone so he could lean down and kiss you.

Well, your foot slipped on the slide and in a second you glided down the plastic half tube. And while you covered your face in embarrassment, oscar was crouched down trying to hold in his laugh. the slide wasn't long so you were able to pull the ausie down from his pants. he glided down smoothly, hand over his mouth. "not funny." you poked his chest, climbing on his lap.

"still works though," you couldn't help the smile that came on your face, letting him pull you down for another kiss. Another round of fireworks went off, decorating the sky for you.

[dreamauri]

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about me ( i go by auri/roy, a stupid ass ADHDer who's chronically listening to music and writing 24/7 in addition to being obsessed with old fashioned cars and social sciences. i'm egyptian, a fluent english and arabic speaker, and have no idea what i'm doing with my life. cheers. )

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