#OSCAR STILL BEING <33< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[angsthology]

wheres the local whore they would jump for joy at this

where the fun begins * ls2 (ms47)

logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc

pairings: frat!logan x reader, college!mick x reader

notes: hi guys fun fact i am running out of logan gifs to use because i write for him too much LMFAO it’s a very interesting problem to have

(f1 masterlist)

“hey, isn’t that,” oscar presses his lips into a thin line, pointing across the bowling alley towards your direction. “isn’t that the girl you brought to our party a couple times?”

logan hums in confusion as he walks back towards oacar from his turn. he tilts his head and follows his friends’ finger.

there you were, at the end of the long stretch in the bowling alley surrounded by your girlfriends. but it’s not difficult to pick out the odd one out of the group: a guy.

a blonde guy, in fact. logan almost laughs seeing you hop over to him after your turn, his smile dropping almost immediately when he sees you tuck yourself under his arm and wrapping yours around his waist.

“oh, wow,” oscar mutters, eyebrows raising in shock. “i didn’t know you guys broke up.”

absolute lie. oscar knows everything that goes on in the frat house. he has eyes and ears everywhere on campus. as for you, he’s been secretly seeing your friend lily, and she had briefly mentioned that you and logan stopped talking not too long ago.

he was starting to worry about logan’s antics getting too crazy again, skipping classes and bringing back random girls again. it all started to make sense when lily dropped the bomb on him.

and he doesn’t blame you.

“we weren’t dating,” logan answers quickly, waving his friend’s concerns away. he tries to tell if you would pull away from this unnamed guy, feeling the frustration in his chest grow as he watches you with him.

he hasn’t seen, or talked to you, in almost three weeks. he’s tried calling and sending you text messages, even frequenting spots on campus he knows that you could pass by or hang out in. he never sees you anywhere.

he misses you, as much as he hates to admit it. while you had bought his endless excuses to take your dating situation slow and he refused to put a label on what you had, he does like you genuinely.

“mate, where are you going?” liam lifts his head, turning to logan who’s already walking away. “it’s your turn.”

“play for me,” logan mutters, shaking his head. “i’ll be right back.”

“let’s just take a quick toilet break, maybe,” oscar mutters, patting liam on the back. the australian huffs, putting the bowling ball he had just picked up back onto the rails.

he chases after logan and waves a hand in his face. “are you sure about this? should you even really be approaching her?”

“i just wanna ask her something, don’t worry,” logan snorts, ignoring his friend’s silent pleads to turn back the other way.

he’s typically the type to wreak havoc, which he actually put aside during the short couple of months he was with you. you were more on the reserved side and found that logan was too chaotic with his ways, especially with his parties and defiant attitude.

but when you ghosted him out of the blue after one of his parties, the urge to be a menace rose back up again.

“hey, you seem to have a type, you know.” he leans on the table right next to you, chin resting in his palm. “tall, blonde…”

your laugh is cut short, tearing away the arm wrapped around you. you step forward and turn to him with a confused stare. “logan… come on.”

some of your friends has taken notice of his presence, exchanging glances and giving him dirty looks. logan resists the urge to take the jab at them because he kind of owes it to them that you’d even given him a chance in the first place.

oscar presses his lips into a thin line, glancing at lily with wide eyes. when she told him he had plans, he didn’t know those plans would be at the bowling alley either.

perhaps she planned it so you could parade your new boyfriend in front of logan unknowingly? which is, he has to admit, kind of funny. he’ll make sure to ask lily about it later.

“what? just an observation,” he grins smugly at you, knowing well how you hate every second of this interaction.

he knows how much it irritates you when he’s causing trouble and chaos. or even just trying to spark up an argument — it’s never in your typical serene nature to engage in anything that causes you too much stress.

“can you please just go?” he sees you glance at oscar, your eyes downturned with a plead. “not here, logan.”

“i thought you’d be more excited to see me,” logan tilts his head, trying to sport an innocent stare. “we haven’t seen each other in three weeks. don’t you remember the times when you couldn’t even go two days without seeing me?”

“logan!” you scoff exasperatedly, glancing at the boy watching the scene go down. “seriously, can you not cause a scene?”

“i’m just making small talk.” logan finally turns his head to acknowledge your friend. now that he’s gotten a good look at him, he looks kind of familiar. is he the guy in one of your classes that he’s caught staring dreamily at you? he is pretty sure it is. “found yourself a boyfriend, did you?”

“mate, she asked you to fuck off,” mick scoffs with a small smile.

“logan, let’s just go back. let’s go,” oscar mutters, ready to walk away, towing logan by the elbow to head back to the other end of the bowling alley.

“no,” logan mutters, moving his arm out of oscar’s grasp. he leans on the table again and clasps his hands together. “she’s cute, right? you just wanna put her right in your little pocket?”

you close your eyes and purse your lips, opening them to glare at logan. “we’re just trying to have a game of bowling.”

“yeah, she’s very cute,” mick smiles forcefully at him. he keeps a hand on the small of your back as he turns to logan. “sucks, right? she isn’t at your beck and call anymore?”

“he’s just trying to get a reaction out of you. just ignore him,” you mutter, tugging at his arm towards the lane that your friends have settled in. “it’s easy.” you glance at logan. “i’ve been doing it for three weeks.”

logan laughs, raising his eyebrows at your response. he’s growing agitated as well but he can’t show that to you. you shouldn’t know what kind of effect you’ve got on him. “i never got invited to the plans you’d make with your friends,” he points at mick nonchalantly, “why him?”

you stop in your tracks and tilt your head. you furrow your eyebrows, unsure if he had really asked you that question when the answer is very clearly in everyone’s faces.

hell, even oscar knows why you didn’t opt for the option that is logan sargeant.

“why’s that matter?” you chuckle dryly. “my friends like inviting him to our plans.”

logan tilts his head, looking at your friends with a small smile. some of them return the gesture, some of them simply roll their eyes and scoff at him. “they like me.”

“used to, mate,” oscar whispers, only loud enough for him to hear. he tugs on logan’s shirt again. “let’s go. the guys are waiting for us.”

“not everyone likes hanging around a dick,” mick shrugs simply. he looks at oscar. “no offense.”

“none taken,” oscar laughs dryly, pulling logan in the direction of their lane at the other end of the alley. he smiles at you apologetically. “sorry for us being here.”

you smile at oscar. “no worries. you’re not the issue.”

logan shrugs, rolling his eyes, still very much committed to the nonchalant facade. though, it irritates him seeing you intertwine your fingers with mick.

objectively speaking, he could cause a scene right then and there. but seeing as that you’re not biting into his games, then there’s no reason for him to do that. it would only be embarrassing.

“i just came over to invite you to the party we’re throwing this friday night,” logan smiles, finally pushing himself off the table. he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “i’ll expect you there — i don’t just invite anybody to our house parties.”

you grin. “thanks, i’ll think about it.”

“mate, just fuck off. do you not get what ghosting means? she doesn’t want anything to do with you,” mick smiles, the innocence and friendliness of it all making logan want to tear walls down and flip tables.

“just letting you know,” logan says directly at you. “you know i always know how to show you where the fun begins.”

“okay,” you answer shortly, mick finally moving from his spot to step away from logan and oscar. “see you around, logan. it’s nice seeing you again, oscar.”

“sorry again for the bother,” oscar laughs sheepishly, pushing logan away from the table. he looks over at mick and your friends with an apologetic nod. “sorry guys.”

“i’ll be waiting for you to be in attendance, babe,” logan winks at you before he finally lets oscar whisk him away. “we’ll have fun just like we used to.”

“stop it!” oscar scolds, giving him a hard shove to kickstart their walk. “and what party are you inviting her to? we don’t have a party this weekend.”

“yeah,” logan smiles proudly, nodding at oscar. “we are now throwing a party on friday.”

@cashtons-wife

[thewispsings]

can u PLEASEEE do an smau w oscar x american! reader who’s super gothy and witchy and they go to salem for halloween pleaseee!!

salem date | oscar piastri

pairing; oscar piastri x witchy!reader

summary: oscar loves his witchy girlfriend, and takes her wherever she wants to go, even if it means missing work

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yourusername: my favorite thing about moving to monaco? getting to decorate a whole new space and exploring cute new witchy stores 🐈‍⬛🖤

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oscarpiastri: is living with me not your absolute favorite thing about moving to monaco?

yourusername: no. walking abracadabra on the beach is my favorite thing, living with you is like top 10

user1: i still can’t belive they named their cat ‘abracadabra’

user2: it’s so on brand for yn, but for oscar? not so much

user3: please, yn has that man wrapped around her finger. if she told him to change his name to halloween, he would do it

maxverstappen1: yn i need my cards to be read again, when are you free?

yourusername: i’m free friday next week, that okay?

maxverstappen1: perfect!! thank you :D

user4: in doing tarot readings for the drivers is so dear to me

landonorris: wait i want my cards read too :(

yourusername: sorry lan, im not free for another 2 weeks after that

landonorris: ugh max ruins everything

maxverstappen1: you snooze you lose, loser

user5: im in monaco, yns in monaco, i have a chance to met yn ln. holy poop

user6: omg i need an apartment tour????

user7: weird question, do you ever get looks by other people? i know you dress quite alternately and was wondering how accepting europeans are?

yourusername: i get looks all the time, but I've become quite used to it, im not bothered by it as i used to be. but i definitely get more looks in places that aren't so touristy, than places like france. key is simply ignoring them 🖤

user8: they just can't handle your swag

charles_leclerc: leo wants another playdate with abra, when are you free?

maxverstappen1: you aren't tricking ANYONE. you keep using these playdates so yn can read your cards without you needing to make an appointment

user9: appointment?? 😭

yourusername: is that true charles?? you've been using leo??

charles_leclerc: NO YN DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, HE IS JUST JEALOUS OF LEO'S AND ABRACADABRAS RELATIONSHIP.

yourusername: i can't belive this charles, i just, i need a moment.

charles_leclerc: yn... it's not what it looks like...

oscarpiastri: am I interrupting something???

user10: you're interrupting the friendship breakup of the century 💔

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yourusername: we are all halloween ready

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user11: my favorite time of the year <33

yourusername: you and me both

charles_leclerc: leo misses abra

yourusername: does he? or do you just miss my card readings?

charles_leclerc: little bit of both, i got him a halloween costume, you don't want to see it?

yourusername: of course i want to see it

charles_leclerc: i'll be over in 10 minutes!!

yourusername: DO NOT expect that i'll read your cards

charles_leclerc: i don't 😞

user12: they're back!!!!

user13: salem this year???

yourusername: im still not sure, oscar cant make it this year and it feels weird going without him :((

user14: "it feels weird going without him" OSCAR IF YOU DONT GET YOU AND YN ON A FLIGHT TO SALEM RIGH NOW ISTG.

user15: im going to salem this year in honor of yn not being able to go ✊

maxverstappen1: abra looks so cute!! jimmy and sassy need one of those hats right now

yourusername: i'll make more max, what colors?

maxverstappen1: blue and orange please!

user16: cat lovers bond in the weirdest ways

oscarpiastri: thank you for re-decorating love, i just love waking up to a fake skeleton on our ceiling 🧡

yourusername: put some respect on sir bones name oscar. i’ll have you know that he’s there to protect you.

oscarpiastri: from what?

yourusername: the spiders

oscarpiastri: and how does sir bones protect me from said spiders??

yourusername: he scares them away. duh.

landonorris: yeah duh oscar. gosh get with the program.

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yourusername: salem we love you 🖤

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user17: SALEM DATE 3 YEARS IN A ROW!! THATS RIGHT BABY 🕺🕺

maxverstappen1: you’re telling me i could have skipped media day?

yourusername: would you be interested in going to salem?

maxverstappen1: um, to skip media day? yes!

user19: max and his hate for media day will live down as the longest rivalry in f1

user20: need myself a man who would call in sick just so he can take me to some random town for a couple hours

user21: random town??? put some respect on salems NAME.

user22: do you guys think the FIA knew he was missing media day for this, or do you think he told them he was like sick or something 😭

landonorris: i can confirm that they did not know about salem. and he is now in trouble.

user23: NOOO OSCAR

user24: omg oscar just got a fine

user25: HOW MUXH???

user24: they didn’t disclose. all they said was “we have been made aware that a certain driver decided to go on vacation instead of fulfilling their duty.”

user26: that’s so funny

user27: #free oscar

oscarpiastri: the fine was worth it 🖤

yourusername: 🖤🖤🖤

user28: omg wait. do you guys think this was a surprise?? because yn said before that oscar wasn’t going to make it??

yourusername: yes, oscar did suprise me with tickets to salem this morning!

user29: OMG THATS SO CUTE AHHHHH

user30: they’re perfect for each other

charles_leclerc: group trip to salem next year?

georgerussell63: we have practice that day

maxverstappen1: so? we’ll all call in sick or something

f1: 🤨

maxverstappen1: you didn’t see that

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notes: thank you for requesting!! this was fun to make ;))

[taasgirl]

lover - oscar piastri

summary: y/n is a songwriter who writes plenty of songs however no one realizes that they're made by her (and about oscar hehe)!

a/n: the outcomes of the races are fictional, and the order in which these songs have been written (assume fearless was written this year ygwim?). also no face claim!!

liked by yukitsunoda, oscarpiastri, and 33, 287 others ynusername romance is not dead if you keep it just yours! lovelovelove being able to come home for race day!! i'm so proud of u osc 🩷

oscarpiastri I'm so lucky 🥰 liked by ynusername

user27633 Y/N IS A SWIFTIE CONFIRMED!?!?!

ynusername of course!!

user16372 u literally take the cutest photos of oscar

user82537 y/n quoting paris... i'm so up

yukitsunoda 😆😆

landonorris You're my favourite wag

ynusername wow how considerate

liked by taylorswift, landonorris, and 1, 287, 387 others oscarpiastri Unwinding before Japan 👊

ynusername tehee we're cute

oscarpiastri You're cuter landonorris Get a room

taylorswift ooooh she's working hard @ ynusername

user62584 WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING HERE???

user98274 OSCAR IS FRIENDS WITH TAYLOR HUH

user61192 i did not expect to see taylor in the comments of oscar's post tagging y/n!

user92898 no fr like what is going on

user93829 Everyone shut up about taylor look at the beauty that is y/n omd

view ynusername's story...

liked by jackantonoff, phoebebridgers, and 55, 918, 278 others taylorswift In honour of my album 'The Tortured Poets Department' release a week ago, I wanted to thank my biggest musical inspirations! Thank you Jack, Lana, and Y/N for helping me the best artist I could possibly be, without you'd guys I'd be nowhere (thank you y/n for writing the cheesiest, cutest, sexiest songs ever)!!

user51862 who is y/n

user01827 She's dating f1 driver oscar piastri but also now apparently a songwriter idk...

user72973 Wdym thanks y/n for writing?? you're telling me the twitter stans were right??

user62863 y/n is singlehandedly uniting f1 and the swifties

ynusername thank u tay 💓💓

user52868 Girl has been living a double life

user51929 ohhh so this is why taylor was commenting on oscar's post😭

liked by oscarpiastri, taylorswift, and 108, 276 others ynusername well now that the cat is out of the bag, who wants to hear a story? i assume u all said yes.

on one of our first dates, oscar made me a bracelet (yes that one) and i thought (and still think) that it was one of the most romantic gestures. so obviouslyyy i wrote 'lover' about him hehe. yes we only knew each other for at most three months when i wrote it, but i love him so much, he's my forever.

oscarpiastri I love having a singer for a girlfriend (wife one day)

ynusername hello cat boy

user18739 You're telling me that taylor's most romantic song is literally written by my favourite wag about my favourite driver?? i might pass out

ynusername haha yes! i write a lot of songs for tay

landonorris So this song is basically about ur delusions liked by ynusername

user52863 oh now i need to know exactly what songs you've written

user20939 AND PLEASE RECORD COVERS OF THEM TOO

lilymhe wait so you've been friends with taylor the whole time...

lilymhe AND THE SONG THAT I WANT PLAYED AT MY WEDDING IS WRITTEN ABOUT OSCAR?? ynusername oh my god lily HAHA

let me know if you liked this!! i know it's super short but i'm seriously lacking inspo and ideas omd. also i literally love oscar so much.

i'm also working on a few reqs, so if you have a suggestion or request, let me know because i'd love to do it!!

[papayadays]

🧸Oscar + the silent eye contact from across the room pleaseee

tysm for the cutest ideas, sasha!! <33

the garage was buzzing, metaphorically and literally. the crew were working on the car, the sound of the engine a constant background noise; the engineers were busy staring at the data, crunching the numbers and optimizing performance. it was a familiar scene to anyone aware of the sport, a still life that encapsulated the controlled chaos of the sport.

you were in the back of the garage, papaya headphones on as you glanced at the mclaren members working. lando was gesturing about something on his side to the pit crew, casting a look at his car; oscar was huddled with his engineers, a hand running through his brown hair as a chart was pointed at. he nodded, but you could tell he was getting bored. his eyes glanced up, meeting yours almost instantaneously.

you gave him a small smile and a wave, to which he returned. his brown eyes gave you an amused look, and it was like you two were conversing without uttering a word. you rolled your eyes playfully, and you saw oscar struggling to hold back a chuckle. while you wanted to go over, take his hand, and tell him not to worry about qualifying, you knew he had duties to the team and his engineers.

his engineers, which were currently tapping on oscar’s shoulder to bring him back. your boyfriend gave you a quick smile before turning back to his engineers, cheeks the faintest bit pink from being caught glancing at you, though you both loved it.

joyce's birthday bash! 😽

[sweeterlovers]

HIS LOSS / LANDO NORRIS + JACOB ELORDI

lando norris x piastri reader + reader x jacob elordi / SMAU

FACE CLAIM / hadar lavy

WARNINGS / cheating!

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f1gossip F1 GOSSIP: Lando Norris caught cheating on Y/N Piastri??? Lando Norris has been spotted with a mysterious blonde woman!

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user6 WHAT WHAT

user78 holy shit bro

user0 no more papaya rules….

user2 LMFAOOOO

user613 mclaren garage bout to be real awkward

user8 the DRAMAAA

user03 SINCE WHEN WAS LANDO DATING SOMEONE???

user836 where have u been????????

user5 bro i don’t know.. i didn’t even know oscar had a sister 😭😭

user6782 you’ve been living under a rock

user111 what the actual hell

user3 his loss i guess

user521 i don’t even know anymore

user778 landoscar 😭💔

user89 well that’s over with

user2000 anyways Y/N deserves better

user58 welp!

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y/n.piastri well it’s just me and my stuffed animals against the world 🙂

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user2 girl you deserve better

user57 wait the stuffed animals are so cute

user05 i know 🥹 what are their names???

y/n.piastri well the octopus is named mimi and the kitty is named princess mellow!

user267 awww

yourbsf anyways your so hot wtf

y/n.piastri 😘😘😘😘 ilyyyyyyyyy

user9 stop she looks so sad :(((

user2 i wonder why….

user88 i wish i looked that good after getting cheated on

user892 the fact that he’s still liking her posts….

user0 ugh he’s so icky

user83 i hope she can still come to the paddock and support oscar!!!

user543 me too!!! we may have to wait a bit for that tho

user452 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

user362 your so pretty!!!

oscarpiastri why are mimi and princess mellow so far apart?

y/n.piastri idk they need space

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MESSAGES

yourbsf

ok y/n you’ve been sitting in your room for the past week, you need to get out and go party!!!

y/n

i’m not in the mood

yourbsf

ok well i don’t really care!

y/n

?????

yourbsf

go get ready! i’m picking you up and we are going to the club!!!!!!!

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y/n.piastri 🍾🪩⚡️

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yourbsf HOTTIE

y/n.piastri LOVE U CUTIE

user3 okkkk i see youu

user0 you look soooo good

user67 revenge outfit 🔥🔥🔥

user1 party girl era?????

user56 imagine she goes to a party and sees lando as the dj

user9 i would die

user267 this post is chaotic and put together at the same time

user78 you look amazing!!!!!!

user566 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

user6 i want to party with y/n piastri

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MESSAGES

my dear brother 🤧🤧

how was the club?

y/n

it was alright

my dear brother 🤧🤧

did you meet anyone?

y/n

nope!

my dear brother 🤧🤧

i’m sorry, if it makes you feel better i can run him over!

y/n

it’s whatever, but i wouldn’t be made if you “accidentally” crashed into him

my dear brother 🤧🤧

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y/n.piastri i was going to wear this to the club but i changed 👍

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user9 jacob elordi in the likes????

user0 oooooo!!!!

oscarpiastri 👌👌👌

yourbsf you look good either way!!!!!

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jacobelordi

hey! i know this might seem weird but i’m in australia visiting my family and i’m free and i was wondering if i could take you out on a date?

y/n.piastri

are you being for real?

jacobelordi

yes?

y/n.piastri

sorry this was just unexpected! but i would love to go out with you!

jacobelordi

great! i’ll dm you the details

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y/n.piastri date night 🤍

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user6 WHAT

user78 ok girl!!!!

user10 looking gorgeous!

user2 i’m glad your moving on from lando <33

user9 yeah he’s a 🚩🚩🚩

user34 most of the drivers are 😭

user16 true

user57 gorg!!!

yourbsf i see you!!!!! 👀

y/n.piastri LMFAO

yourbsf well text me the details…

y/n.piastri yes ma’am 🫡

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y/n.private lately with me 😘😘

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yourbsf cuties!!!!

jacobelordi what is that second picture?

y/n.private it’s a picture of you with a bow edited on you! 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

jacobelordi did you do that?

y/n.private yes!!!!

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y/n.piastri 🤍🤍

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user3 SOFT LAUNCH??

user88 i know!!!

user00 anyone know who the guy is?

user2 i think it’s jacob elordi cause he’s been liking her posts

user7 idk but @oscarpiastri & @yourbsf may!

oscarpiastri maybe 🤷

yourbsf i can’t disclose such information

user675 😻😻😻😻

user013 the last photo 👀👀👀

user4 and the first one! they seem so cute together 😊

user37 ok but she looks sooo pretty in the second pic

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jacobelordi me and my girl @y/n.piastri

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user56 my husband 😖😖😖😖

user78 i can’t have anything 🪦

user0034 😍😍😍😍😍

user4 she kinda reminds me of rapunzel in the second photo!

user00 ok but they’re kinda cute together

user3 i guess…. i’m kinda salty about it

user6 like you had a chance??? side eye 😒

user002 who even is she?

user23 she’s the sister of a Australian f1 driver (oscar piastr)

user22 ok i see him!

user46 love to see a fellow aussie

user378 🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺

user402 and the kangaroos 🦘 🦘

y/n.piastri you beat me to the hard launch ☹️☹️

jacobelordi i’ll make it up to you :)

user4002 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

oscarpiastri i swear if you hurt her…

jacobelordi you’ll run me over with your race car

oscarpiastri bingo!

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y/n.piastri me and my mans 🤍💙

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user3 cute!!!

jacobelordi love you baby

y/n.piastri yeah yeah i love u too

user03 🤗🤗🤗

user77 an upgrade!!!!

user49 damn…..

user00 🇦🇺 🦘

user622 the flowers 😻😊

user08 i know!!! so cute!

oscarpiastri cute.

yourbsf CUTIES I LOVE LOVE 💗💗

y/n.piastri THANK YEWWW

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SWEETERLOVERS - sorry that took my so long to write 😭

[verstappen-cult]

gonna take up on the request opening bc i love these lil blurbs you do with your moodboards! maybe "how they defend you online" esp charles and lando but if you feel like adding others its up to you !!

THE BOYS DEFENDING YOU FROM ONLINE HATE | F1 GRID

★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)

lando was streaming when you came home one day. once he heard the front door being closed and then your footsteps, he excused himself with his friends and viewers and went to greet you. when he came back, there were several texts from his friends letting him know of some not-so-friendly comments about you. suddenly, lando had something else to do and ended the whole thing. he did not tell you anything, lando simply waited until his next stream for what he wanted to do. it was very simple and definitely something lando would do; and staring right into the camera lando let the world know that if they don’t support his relationship, then he just doesn’t want their support at all. from then on, lando just blocked everyone who didn’t have anything good to say. you’re the most important person in his life, how can anyone hate you? and so, lando made a promise to himself: show the world the amazing girl you are.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)

even way before you started dating charles, receiving hateful comments and messages was a common occurrence. of course your boyfriend knew about it, everyone could see what was happening just by choosing a random picture on your instagram and reading the replies. it was sad, awful. but you didn’t want charles to do anything, you stopped him a lot of times because you didn’t want to bring too much attention into the whole thing. charles loves you and that is all that matters to you. it was, well, okay… until things became a little to real, a little too much, and charles couldn’t sit back and do nothing. so with a little bit of help from his team, he managed to write a very good and long statement about the whole thing. there were mixed opinions but things quiet down a little. and you weren’t happy at first, but something as simple as seeing your comment section hate-free made you forgive him sooner.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

oscar is a man of very few words and never engages in online drama or gossip. if and when he’s online, oscar just wants to see cute and funny videos. he’s a formula one driver and people should only be interested in that part of his life, but he knows that will never be the case. however, he’s still surprised to see various comments around twitter about you. they are not about how beautiful or intelligent you are or how happy you seem to make oscar with your pretty smile and sense of humor – not that they would know that. not that they deserve to know that, either. some part of him wants to reply to those people who definitely don’t know you, he’s angry, disgusted. and the rational part of him tells him to simply don’t say anything because they don’t deserve it. so, oscar just clicks to make a new tweet and begins with a simple phrase “you don’t know anything about me or my life…” and so on. maybe he sounded a little harsh, maybe things will get worse; he couldn’t care less, as long as you’re not mad with him, he can live with being the center of the drama. oscar will never let anyone disrespect you.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)

max doesn’t care what people think and have to say about him, that ship has sailed a long time ago. but he can’t ignore when people say mean things about you, he just can’t, so, he doesn’t. max replies to every single tweet and comment on both his and your instagram that he sees, he goes directly to the point and if he’s mean then, who cares? maybe it’s a little bit childish but he doesn’t care, max will not allow anyone to talk shit about his girl. and if he needs to make a video or do an interview or whatever he needs to do to make people understand that you are part of his life and forever will be, then he will be more than happy to do them. max is almost never online, so when all of this happens he makes sure to make time to be online, to post a picture of you on his instagram story, to post a photo of your vacation together on his feed, to say how much he loves you via twitter, to mention you when he has the chance during an interview. he loves making you blush and seeing you trying to hide your smile when you see all those things. max also loves pissing people off.

★ — ALEX ALBON (23)

alex tries to be friendly. when he sees someone say something not good about his girlfriend, he doesn’t hesitate to prove them wrong and defend you. he knows you’re more than capable of doing it and has seen you doing it before; he loves it. but there’s this something inside of him trying to break free and just let everyone know the funny, pretty, amazing, kind girl he’s lucky to call his girlfriend. so, alex lets it free and goes liking, retweeting and replying to every single comment about you and how shiny and nice your hair is, how you seem to make alex so happy and how he’s always smiling around you (he makes sure to let them know why is that), how lucky alex is to have you by his side, and so on and on and on until there’s nothing more for him, until he can’t think about the mean things people said, until you are laughing next to him and calling him obsessed and kissing him like your life depends on it.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)

daniel chooses a catchy song and changes some of the lyrics, then sets his phone down and sits with a big smile and his guitar. when the video starts, he simply says “this is dedicated to all of the assholes thinking that is okay to hate on someone’s girlfriend just because.” and then he starts singing. there are a lot of bad words and cursing and long pauses looking directly into the camera without losing that big and pretty smile he has. daniel then uploads the video to all his platforms with a little paragraph about why bullying is bad and why you should mind your own business because he’s not that interesting anyway and it won’t make him break up with you because some trolls are practically begging him to. he ends up getting in trouble for not consulting with his team before doing what he did, something that has him going viral, so viral that people outside of formula one and people who don’t even who he is talk about it. exactly what he wanted.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)

the moment mick has to hold you in his arms as you cry because you’d read something mean about you, it’s the exact moment he decides to do something about it. he doesn’t want to cause drama or make things worse, so, it takes him a little while and some long calls with his sister to know what to do. mick puts the poetry classes you two take a few months ago to good use and writes the most beautiful and romantic poem you and everyone would ever read. it is about you, about his love for you, about what you mean to him and everything he likes about you. he posts a little phrase to his instagram stories and sets a time and day for when it will be posted it. when the day cames and you get to read it, you end up crying again but for a whole different reason. it’s not that you didn’t know mick loved you but it’s the gesture, the time he spent doing it, the fact that he wanted to do it and wanted the whole world to read his love letter to you, something that will forever be there.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Little Knight

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader Reader - Visenya Hightower (Daughter of Rhaenyra and Wife of Gwayne) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1715

Requested -

Hello Miss Witch, me again! Can I request again in your “Boys Yet To Have Books” please? I really love the Oscar Tully I requested, how you write it is simply divine! But now I’d like to request a Gwayne Hightower story. Wherein he is married to Rhaenyra’s sister named “Visenya” (many years after Alicent’s marriage to Viserys) to have a stronger bond between Hightower and Targaryen. But the thing is that they both resided in Old Town. They both had their first child, a girl the same age as Daeron and now expecting another one. No spice please, just Gwayne being the best husband and father ever, being really clingy and touchy, showering sweet words and kisses to his wife exactly like a simp haha. I am a million times grateful if you do this request, thank you! <33

Gwayne rides into the stables, pulling up and dismounting his horse bag slung over his shoulder. He tries to hurry his way inside fast and easy but finds the Maester pestering him as he walks

"Ser, Ser, A raven from your sister," The short man bobbles about following Gawyne around the yard,

Gwayne lets out a sigh, “What does my sister want?”

"She requests for you to take coach and begin the road to king's landing, Ser."

Gwayne grumbles, rubbing his forehead. “By the gods do I need to spell it out for her… no. I am not going to Kings Landing.”

"But Ser-" He began,

Gwayne held up his hand, stopping the man there. “What part of “no” are you unable to comprehend? I will not be going to that viper’s nest, I do not care for how much my sister begs and nags, nothing she can say will change my mind.” Gawyne sighed once more, "I will not risk such a movement, I will not do it. Visenya could begin her labours any day I will not risk taking her on the road in her condition much less to Kings Landing just to please my sister. Visenya will remain here, in our bed-chamber, with her maids and maesters while we wait for the baby. and I will be here. By her side."

The Maester began to argue more but at this,

“Do. Not. Push. Me.” Gwayne turned to face him, a growl upon his lips.

the Maester froze like a deer in the headlights at this, his legs going still and his lip quivering slightly as he nodded his head. The maester grumbled but relented, knowing he was not going to get any further than that, “Very well, ser, I shall inform your sister… again.”

Gwayne let out a scoff, running a hand through his hair in a bout of frustration. “I would not waste your birds on my sister… I’m certain she has a mind to flay you alive if you say “no” once more.” Gwayne heads inside the Hightower, heading up the many stairs to his chambers, already he felt a giddy smile as he opened the door.

The balcony doors open letting a soft breeze blow in from the sunset sea, the sweet canopy bed shaded by wooden screens. And there she lay Visenya his beloved wife. Long hair messy from her rest, wearing only her long white nightgown and her socks, her baby bump ripe and ready to pop any day. She hums softly as she slowly sews little baby clothes.

Gwayne stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her with a soft smile. He thanked the gods she was his, and questioned whatever luck he had been given for the brief time just to call her his own. He could have watched her forever, until Oldtown and the Hightower sank into the sea. But he moved further into the room, closing the doors behind him. He sets his bag down beside the bed, walking over and sitting on the edge. He looks at her sewing before his eyes move up to her face, his smile only growing. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, then her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, then her jaw, then her collar, then her chest, then her bump, where he finally stops. He reaches out, resting his hand on her belly, rubbing it softly with a gentle smile. “Are you working on the clothes again, my love?”

she nodded "Mhm, I made our little knight some little socks to warm his tiny toes,"

Gwayne chuckled softly, grinning at the thought of their child and their tiny little toes ripe for kisses and tickles, “How shall our little night shall be to have such tiny socks, why I could fit the whole knight in my sock,”

“And poison the poor lad,” she joked,

“You are cruel to me my love,” he teased giving her another kiss, “You know not yet if it is a boy or girl, love…”

"No, we shall have to be surprised."

Gwayne smiled softly, taking her hand in one of his and intertwining their fingers. “Indeed, though regardless, I’m certain they will be a gorgeous and strong child. They have us as parents, after all…”

she nodded with a giggle in agreement,

“And I spent the day in the Old Town gardens and I gathered you enough Moonblooms for a whole batch of soap.” He cooed glancing to his bag, “As soon as your hungry let me know and I will make it myself for you,”

“Thank you darling,” she cooed, "What did the maester want, he came looking for you earlier"

Gwayne let out a sigh, he laid down resting his head on her bump in such a way he could still look at her face, “Ummm have I ever told you how beautiful you are,”

“Yes you have,” she smiled, “Maseter… wanted… what?” She reminds,

“You know just staggeringly beautiful,”

“Gwayne!” she complained, “Don’t just avoid the topic,” She warns, “You are causing me distress,” She teased rubbing her belly,

“More ravens from my sister, demanding my presence in Kings’ Landing… I once again refused, I will not take you on the road with you in your current state. It is not fair to you, nor the babe.”

"You know she will not stop her asking until she feels the babe in her arms"

He let out another sigh, “I do not care how many ravens she sends, I will continue to refuse her. I will not risk you or our baby for my sister’s whims.” he explained, “It is three months ride to kings landing, swiftly and you are in no condition to travel for that long, let along be on any swift movements. Our babe will be born by the time we arrive and I will not risk you and our baby’s health to have your labours in the back of a coach. No. You will be here. With all the citadel’s maesters to aid you, all your handmaidens. And I by your side. In your own bed, with your own views, Visenya,” he took her hand in his holding it to his chest,

"But don't you want to take your beautiful wife, swollen heavy with your babe to court to show off?" she teased

Gwayne chuckled, bringing the back of her hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it.

“While seeing you in court would be wonderful, you are more important then any lords, ladies or my sister. You are my wife, my love, my Visenya.”

He shifted once more so he was lying partially on top of her, his body mostly on her side, his head now against her torso. He wrapped his arms around her waist, He listened to the sound of her breathing, the steady beat of her heart, and most importantly the sound of the little pitter-patter of their child’s own delicate little heartbeat. Everything was perfect, here in this moment in his mind, often he whispered sweet cooes to her and peppered her with kisses telling her and their baby how much he adores them,

Suddenly the door to the chamber flies open

"Did I miss it!" Lianna yelled in panic, standing at the door in her green gown, fresh from her library session with her cousin Daeron,

Gwayne nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden shout from the doorway, not expecting his daughter’s sudden appearance. The surprise was soon replaced with a sigh and a chuckled at the girl’s question. “Miss what, Lianna?”

"My baby brother!" She bolted over jumping onto their bed with excitement

Gwayne chuckled, shaking his head, his hands going to her little arms to prevent her from accidentally moving the bed too hard, knowing Visenya needed to be on her back most of the time these days. “Lianna, you’ve asked this every day for two months, and it’s always the same answer. Your brother has not arrived yet.”

"Why not?"

Gwayne sighed, smiling at his impatient, and at times, irritatingly stubborn daughter. “Because these things take time, sweetling. Give it another month or two, you’ll have your baby brother to dote on and bother all the time.”

lianna nodded, and pulled a bundle of flowers from her back "For you mama," She offered the flowers to Visenya,

"Awww thank you my sweet girl," she cooed taking the flowers from her, setting them in a vase beside the bed with the flowers’ Lianna brought her yesterday, but keeping one out to rub on her belly to soothe the little baby within,

Gwayne scooted over, The sight made him smile. Lianna was so sweet, though a handful at times. “Those are beautiful Lianna, you did well with them,”

“Lianna, would you like to feel your sibling move? I can feel our little knight right now…”

Lianna immediately came to rest her hands on Visenya's belly "I feel him! I feel him!"

Gwayne chuckled softly, watching Lianna rest her hands on her mother’s belly, a smile upon her face. He reached out, gently resting his own hand over Visenya’s stomach, smiling at the feeling of their child moving around in there. He could practically feel Lianna’s excitement, and he smiled softly at their daughter’s enthusiasm for the little one.

Visenya chuckled, placing her own hand over her Gwaynes, both of them now resting on her stomach.

“See? He’s a little knight indeed. He has been very active lately, moving around in there quite a lot.”

“Umm, I think he is almost ready to join us,” He smiled,

“I think so too,” 

[themultifanshipper]

hiii! i was thinking maybe 🟠 from your prompt list with lando, oscar and logan if you’re up for it

like maybe reader’s oscar’s partner and since he’s a great friend and logan has a bad race, he invites logan to his driver’s room to let the frustration out on reader <33

but lando ends up coming in in the middle of it (cause we all know that mf doesn’t knock) and eventually joins?

you can change anything you want!! please and thank you!! <3

Logan had lost the will to live it seemed. Not only was he officially out of the seat, but he had crashed in FP3, not taken part in qualifying, and started from the back row. And sue him, a p16 finish wasn't making him any happier.

Oscar knew just how to cheer his friend up, though.

Warnings: smut, threesome, foursome, PinV, PinA, gay shit, sub Logan, cock warming but with your mouth? Is that a thing?, subspace?, spanking, pain kink, dacryphilia, manhandling?, degradation?, spit, praise, overstimulation, Lando comes in (pun intended) at the very end.

Edit: I only just fucking realised I forgot to put the prompt in the fic.... oops :3

Requested from my prompt list

When Oscar had approached you during the aftermath of Zandvoort, you expected him to need cheering up. But what he was offering was much better: Logan Sargeant.

When he asked you about it you were skeptical, whoring you out to the other drivers wasn't really Oscar's style. But when he explained how down Logan was feeling you readily agreed, after all you were also good friends with the American.

Logan turned out to be more of a handful than you'd anticipated.

You expected him to let you take the reigns after being so depressed and mopey, you and Oscar had discussed possible outcomes and mindsets beforehand, agreeing to be whatever Logan needed.

But what you had in front of you now was so much more pathetic, and you were instantly wet at the sight that greeted you as you opened the door to Oscar's bedroom in his Monaco apartment.

You'd been caught up in a meeting so Oscar and Logan had started without you.

And Jesus Fucking Christ what a sight.

Logan was on his knees, drooling over Oscar's cock which was sitting on his tongue. His eyes were closed and his head was being held in place by Oscar's vice grip on his blonde hair. His hips were desperately grinding against Oscar's shin as he chased his release.

You just stared at the scene, eyebrows raised in question at Oscar, who just shrugged and motioned you over.

“Logan seems to be in a very particular mood so I've instructed him to make himself come without touching before he's allowed to suck my cock, isn't that right baby?”

His hand went to cup Logan's jaw as the green eyed man looked up and nodded, Oscar's unmoving cock still nestled in his mouth.

Oscar slapped his cheek “Words, Logan”

Logan hissed and his hips stuttered as he let out a muffled “yes sir”, which made more drool pool out of his mouth and down his chin.

It was disgusting.

It was fucking hot.

“Are you close, baby?” Oscar cooed.

“Yes, sir” Logan slobbered like a dog with a bone as the rhythm of his hips sped up and he almost choked.

“Good boy” you said out of nowhere and that was it for Logan.

He spilled into his jeans as his body went lax and his eyes clouded over.

Oscar pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and tilted his head upwards.

“You okay to carry on, baby or do you need a break?”

Logan whined at the emptiness in his mouth and slurred out “carry on, please… I'm green, please fuck my mouth. I need it so bad”

You almost felt sorry for the man as Oscar groaned and gripped his hair before sliding his cock all the way in to the base. Logan was breathing hard through his nose and his body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to combust watching them.

Oscar pulled out and immediately went back in, not giving Logan any time to breathe. But that was obviously what he wanted if the way his eyes rolled back was any indication.

He wanted to be used, so be it. That was something you and Oscar could do for him.

Once Oscar had come down his throat, he pulled out and picked the exhausted man up, carrying him to the bed.

His jeans were damp, but already tented again, evidence of the enjoyment he was getting out of this, and Oscar chuckled.

“Already hard again just from me using your filthy mouth… what a whore”

Logan blushed and tried to hide himself out of embarrassment, but you took his hands and pinned them above his head while Oscar busied himself getting Logan's clothes off.

“Oh no, baby you can't hide from us, we want to see you while we take turns using you. Can you be a good boy and keep your hands there for me?”

Logan agreed and you smiled at him sweetly before sliding your pants and underwear off.

“I'm going to sit on your face baby, is that okay?”

Logan looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.

“Yes please, oh my god…”

You chuckled as you saw his cock twitch where it was laying on his stomach, red and already leaking.

You didn't waste any time getting on the bed and straddling his face, head trapped between your thighs.

You held his hands in place with one of your own as you slowly put a bit of your weight down on to his waiting mouth.

You'd been so turned on, the shock of his tongue running across your clit made a high pitched moan come out of you, and Oscar laughed from where he was sat next to you.

“Is his mouth that good, baby?” he teased and you flipped him off with your unoccupied hand.

“Fuck off I'm just really horny, plus you should know, you’re the one who fucked it earlier”

“Touché, it is a really good mouth, you can put more weight on him, he is an F1 driver after all”

“Oh yeah, like you didn't almost suffocate last time I sat on your face!”

“Hey! If that's how I go out, I'll die a happy man!”

Logan tended to agree with that sentiment, but the two of you bickering like he wasn't even there was turning him on more than he'd like to admit. In fact the only sign that you were affected at all was the trembling of your thighs around his head as he licked and sucked all of your juices like a man starved.

When your voice cracked and you looked back down at him, he knew you were close by the way your eyes were lidded and you bit your lip in concentration.

“Fuck you're such a good boy Logan, you're gonna make me come.”

Logan doubled his efforts and you threw your head back as tremors wracked through your body and you came with a cry while he lapped up everything you had to give.

Oscar had been sitting patiently on the side but as soon as you'd ridden out the after shocks you were lifted up and thrown over the other side of the bed.

“My turn” Oscar growled and straddled Logan’s thighs before leaning down to kiss him and taste you on Logan's tongue.

Both men groaned into the kiss as it got hungrier and sloppier the longer you watched them.

You'd discussed beforehand the formalities and whether Oscar was cool with kissing Logan, but you certainly weren't expecting this level of depravity as you watched Oscar's left hand slither down to grip Logan's cock, and his right go up to wrap around the man's throat and squeeze making Logan gasp and his hips buck up into his hold.

“Open” Oscar rasped and Logan stuck his tongue out, mouth wide.

The sight of Oscar spitting into Logan's waiting mouth, ordering him to swallow, and Logan complying, was seared into your brain forever.

But the next thing out of Logan's mouth made you throb.

“Need you to fuck me now, sir”

He sounded so fucked out, Oscar grinned wolfishly at him and squeezed his hip affectionately.

“I was planning to leave that for later, but since you asked so nicely” he looked over to you, where you were already couple of fingers deep in yourself, and he raised an eyebrow before asking “Would you fetch me the lube, my love?”

You smirked at him at reached into the nightstand drawer to grab it and toss it to him, without stopping the movement of your fingers, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Since my girlfriend is feeling a bit lonely over there, I’m going to prep you while you're inside her, that okay with you?” he looked down at Logan in question and the other man groaned.

“You two are going to kill me”

You and Oscar laughed before springing to action. You shimmied down the bed and Oscar helped Logan get knees between your legs.

He just stared at your puffy cunt before lifting a hand to slide a finger inside you, and he groaned at the tight heat.

You just wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.

“ Want to feel your cock, Logan. Gonna be a good boy and put it in me?”

Logan let out a sharp breath at your crude words and shuffled forward to line himself up.

You groaned as he bottomed out completely and bent over you to mouth at your neck and give Oscar better access.

He was anything but small, and the pressure inside you was perfect as he started grinding his hips in small circles to help you adjust.

But he halted his movements when a smack resounded and he let out a strangled moan into your neck.

“You need to stay still while I prep you, can you do that Logan?”

He whimpered and nodded, but Oscar just smacked the other cheek, much harder.

“Yes, sir” Logan yelped before going back to sucking and biting along your collarbones.

As Oscar opened him up on his fingers, he started babbling into your skin, mind obviously getting fuzzy at the double stimulation on his cock and prostate, that Oscar was taking great pleasure in abusing with his talented fingers.

“You feel so good around me… so tight I'm leaking inside you… m'not gonna last long… Oscar's fingers… fuck, so good… wanna be good for you… want you to come on my cock… wanna make you feel good”

He was almost slurring at this point and Oscar chuckled before pulling his fingers out and lubing himself up.

“Don't you dare come before she does or I'll spank you until you come again on my cock…”

Logan's whole body shuddered and you wondered exactly how likely it was that that was going to happen.

Oscar slid inside in one go and Logan keened at the intrusion, hips bucking into yours and accidentally nailing your g spot.

Oscar grabbed Logan’s hips and started a rapid pace, pounding into Logan so hard that his cock was forced into your depths each time and you eyes rolled back as your sweet spots were abused by Oscar's forceful thrusts.

You closed your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of your three bodies moving in tandem.

Oscar leaned forward, changing the angle to nail Logan's prostate dead on, and wrapped one hand around Logan's throat as leverage to pull him onto his cock, and the other went to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your breathing for a second.

Logan looked utterly debauched and Oscar could tell he wasn't going to last so he whispered into his ear.

“why don't you help her along, hmm? Make her come before you do”

Logan didn't even utter a word as his fingers went straight to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bundle of nerves which made you throw your head back and let out a porn worthy moan.

You came after only a couple more strong thrusts of Oscar's hips, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing around Logan's cock made him come with you as you both rode out your highs together.

Oscar pulled out gently and held Logan up to let you get out of the pile before turning him over and laying him on his back.

Logan’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and Oscar’s heart broke. He wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.

“What's the matter baby? Was that too much?” he asked, worried that he'd gone too far.

Logan let out a wet sob and huffed.

“No, no it's… it's the opposite. I'm…”

He looked away as another tear rolled down his cheek. “It's stupid…”

“Nothing is stupid when it comes to your needs Logan” Oscar chastised “Come on use your words baby, what’s wrong?”

Logan's green eyes snapped back to Oscar and he looked down to where he was still hard.

“Want you to fuck me more… I'm still thinking about my shitty weekend and I need to get out of my head but I just can't, and I’m not fragile I can take everything you want to give me and you're still hard and I reaaally want you to come inside me and I want you to really use me until I can't even think…”

He heaved in a breath after rambling and Oscar held his face tenderly, pressing their foreheads together.

“Logan, jesus, I would be happy to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name. All you have to do is ask”

He gave him a sweet peck on the lips before sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Now then, I think that should be ten spanks for not expressing your needs…” he gave you a pointed look “you think that's reasonable my love?”

“Yes” “Yes, sir” you and Logan replied at the same time, pulling a giggle from you.

In no time Logan was over Oscar's knee counting down each spank, ass quickly reddening as he leaked precome all over Oscar's thigh.

“What number are we on Logan?” he asked after Logan failed to count.

Logan just moaned in response as you reached over and slid a finger down his perineum and over his balls, you couldn't help teasing him a bit.

“Logan?” you prompted.

“I- I don't know…” his words were slurred and you couldn't help share a triumphant smirk with Oscar, you'd found what Logan needed to get out of his head.

“seven?” he tried without much conviction.

Oscar made a face “Lucky guess, baby. But I think we'll go up to twelve for that lapse in concentration.

His hand came down on Logan's flesh harder than before and Logan cried out, cock dribbling a little bit more.

“eight”

Another smack, and his body tensed but he didn't make a sound. He was on fire, in a good way.

“nine”

Once more, Oscar aimed at the other cheek and brought his hand down even harder.

“ten”

Oscar could feel the tears streaming down his left thigh, and Logan's hardness pressing into his right. He motioned for you to touch him while his hand soothed over the harsh redness.

You slid a finger into his still loose hole, down to the knuckle, as Oscar spoke to him in a calming voice.

“Only two left baby. You going to take them like a good boy?”

“Mhhm… yesssir” Logan slurred and Oscar nodded at you.

You slid a second finger in and started rubbing circles into his prostate with the pads of your fingers.

The reaction was immediate. Logan’s hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry pushing past his lips.

Oscar spanked him for the penultimate time.

“eleven” he wailed, wet sobs wracking over his body.

And the last one.

“twelve” he gasped and his cock visibly jumped as he bit into Oscar's thigh lightly.

“m'so close… please, I need you to fuck me, please I need to come, need it so bad”

Before anyone could move though, a voice sounded from the corridor.

“Oscar why the hell aren't you-”

Lando stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.

From his vantage point there was nothing that you were doing that was hidden from his view.

Oscar, ever the pragmatic one, pulled your hand away and placed Logan on his back, on the bed, before turning around to face Lando.

“We’re taking turns helping Logan forget about his shit weekend, so either come help us or fuck off.”

He turned back around and lined himself up with Logan's hole, pushing in slightly.

“You okay to continue, baby?”

Logan shuddered at the intrusion and whimpered. “Yes, please, please fuck me”

“Please fuck me what?” Oscar chided, unmoving.

“Please fuck me sir!” Logan was getting antsy again and he squirmed, trying to get more of Oscar inside him.

“Such a good boy for us” Oscar leaned down to kiss him tenderly “I'm going to fuck you now, like you deserve”

He slammed his hips forward and Logan yelped, back arching as the breath was knocked from his lungs.

“Yes! Fuck! I'm so close, don't stop!”

Oscar chuckled and wrapped a hand around Logan's throat to keep him in place.

“I’m not going to stop, baby. We're going to keep making you come until you can't speak. Isn't that what you wanted?”

“yes! Thank you, sir!”

Oscar groaned “Good boy”

He was getting close after being on edge for so long and he could tell Logan was getting there as well.

He beckoned you over and you knew what he wanted you to do.

You took Logan's leaking cock into your mouth, and it only took a couple of bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat with a high-pitched wail, Oscar shooting his own cum deep inside him. He quickly pulled out and turned back to where Lando hadn't moved an inch, but was very visibly hard in his pants.

.

“Your turn” Oscar said and Lando caught a glimpse of Oscar's cum leaking out of Logan’s hole and down his crack.

He licked his lips and cleared his suddenly raw throat.

“Fuck, okay yeah…”

He unbuckled his pants in record time, pushing his underwear down and taking himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple of tugs before shuffling over.

“Turn over for Lando, baby”

And Logan didn't disappoint, he turned over onto his knees and arched his back like cat, fucking presenting himself to Lando.

“Jesus Christ Osc” one of Lando's hands went to touch the bruises on Logan's flesh “Logan you okay?”

“Yes, now fuck me, please, I need your cock sir” he said, goading the man behind him.

Lando's eyes closed in concentration, willing himself not to come on the spot, before lining himself up and pressing into him slowly.

The wet heat was heaven, and Lando aimed for Logan's prostate, making the younger man gasp and jolt.

“Ah! Too much- it's too much I can't-“ he panted into his arm as Lando bottomed out, but Oscar tutted.

“You're talking way too much for someone who ‘can't’. You wanted to be fucked until you can't think, so that's what we’re going to do.” He turned to Lando “Carry on”

So Lando did, he gripped Logan's hips hard, nails digging into the sensitive skin as he started a rough pace, effectively shutting Logan up for good as his prostate was abused over and over.

You and Oscar climbed up the bed to the headboard, hands and mouths wandering to distract yourselves, having a sweet moment for yourselves. His mouth made its way down to your poor neglected cunt, making you whine immediately after not getting any stimulation for a while.

You looked at Logan and gasped. He was being held up by his hair and his eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his chin onto the sheets.

He was letting little punched out moans on every one of Lando's thrusts, and was obviously getting close again already.

Oscar slid a couple of fingers inside you and you yanked him up by his hair to kiss him senseless.

This was the most fun you'd had in a long time and you wanted to convey that through the kiss.

His fingers continued their assault on your g-spot and he leaned in close “Come for me baby, show Lando how good you are when you come” his lips went to your tits, biting and sucking and when your eyes found Lando's you came, thighs trying to close around Oscar's hand at the overstimulation.

You didn't register Lando speaking, but a bone-rattling cry came from next to you as Logan obviously came around him, making the older man smirk in victory.

But Oscar's attention was on Logan.

“Holy shit Logan, you came dry”

Logan sounded like he was having an asthma attack, despite not having asthma, and it took him a moment to respond.

When he did, you all raised your eyebrows at him.

“Is that all you've got?”

Lando took that personally, and he lifted the younger man and pressed him to his chest, changing the angle and grinding his cock in deeper as Logan groaned weakly.

“Still talking, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me”

Oscar hummed in agreement and slid his cock into you at the same moment he leaned down and took Logan's cock in his mouth.

The sight of your boyfriend eagerly sucking down his (and your) friend’s cock was a lot to process. Not to mention Lando's presence, who now had something to prove as he pistonned his hips at an inhuman pace.

Three world class athletes competing in sex.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

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you have pushed me to ask so here I go

I present my idea of motorcyclist!oscar and his gf who is afraid of motorcycles. He convinces her to try it onc3 and BOOM hands around him holding on the dear life.

I want to hold on to him

I can't stop thinking about that tiktok

here's a ss I took from the tiktok edit

what a yummy man

the entire time i wrote this i kept coming back to look at this picture because oh my goodness gracious. i hope this lives up to ur expectations <33 definitely wanna write more biker!osc after this

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hold on tight | op81

“Just one time?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No way.”

“Do you even love me at all?” Oscar asks dramatically, jutting his lower lip out for extra effect. 

“That’s not going to work on me, Piastri.” You shake your head vehemently. “I refuse to get on that death machine. It’s bad enough that you ride it all the time.”

“Come onnnn,” he whines, tugging you up off of the bed and into his arms. 

The two of you look like polar opposites— him with his leather jacket and riding gloves still on, smelling faintly of exhaust, and you in plaid pajama pants and one of his worn out t-shirts. You suppose that’s what makes your relationship work so well, opposites attract and whatever. All relationships take compromise though, and this is one “compromise” that, thus far, you’ve refused to make. 

In your eyes, it’s not a compromise. But Oscar has been asking you to be his “backpack” practically since the two of you met. 

“What do I have to do to convince you?” He’s asking, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

“Hmm, nothing.” You smile up at him, and it fades just as fast when you see the excitement in his eyes. “Because it’s never going to happen. I like being alive, thank you very much.”

“Baby, you know you’ll be safe with me. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He says sincerely, his pleading tone now gone. “I’ve been riding my entire life. I did all the crashing before I got my license. Haven’t crashed since.”

“Yeah, that makes me feel better.” You mutter, hiding your face in his chest so he can’t see your resolve slowly starting to crumble. 

“It would be so fun,” he continues, arms tightening around your frame as he starts to sway you both side to side a little. “All you’d have to do is hold on to me. I’ll do all the work. You trust me, don’t you?” 

“With all things except the death machine,” you say, voice muffled by the material of his jacket. 

“I love you, but I’m gonna need you to stop calling her ‘the death machine,’ honey.”

“Her?” You look up at him, affronted. “I’m definitely not doing it now. Wouldn’t want to get between you and the other woman in your life.” 

Oscar laughs. His laugh has always been more of a giggle around you, which is such a contrast to his outward appearance that it never fails to make you melt. 

“You’re the only woman for me, which is why you’re the only woman I’ve ever asked to be my backpack.” He says. 

“Don’t try to butter me up with the whole backpack thing again.” You roll your eyes and try to pull away from him, but he somehow manages to twirl you and bring you right back into him. 

“It’s not me buttering you up, I’m just telling the truth. Come on, baby.” he leans in and gives you a long kiss that leaves your head spinning a little. “One time. And if you don’t like it, I promise I won’t ask again.” 

You let out a frustrated groan, because he has to know that he’s won at this point. That kiss was nothing but tactical. “Fine. Fine. But you can’t just kiss me like that every time you want something from me, it’s unfair.” 

“Yes, yes!” He squeezes you into him, kissing the top of your head over and over. “You won’t regret this.”

“I already am a little bit.” You grumble. 

That’s how you find yourself standing on the sidewalk with Oscar in front of you adjusting a helmet on your head. 

“This is making me claustrophobic,” you complain as he flips the visor up so he can see your face. 

“I’m just making sure you’re safe, baby.” When you furrow your eyebrows, he sighs and drops his hands to his sides. “If you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to, okay?”

This makes you relent a little bit. “Osc, I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I don’t like motorcycles, like, at all.” You smile as best you can with the helmet on, hoping it goes to your eyes so he can see it. “I want to do this. You just… you really have to help me.” 

He nods, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. “Of course, honey. C’mon.”

He takes your hand and leads you over to his motorcycle. While you’re terrified just looking at it, you can’t deny that it’s absolutely beautiful. Streamlined and sleek, like he literally just bought it, even though you know he’d already had it for a year when you first met him. 

He looks almost the same as he did when you first met— all black getup, signature leather jacket, riding gloves, and of course, his strangely colorful helmet that doesn’t match the rest of him. His hair was long when you met him, and you still remember being absolutely starstruck when you saw his face for the first time. It had felt like everything went into slow motion when he took his helmet off, pushed his hair back, and instantly made eye contact with you from where you were just exiting the bookstore. 

Needless to say, you were done for. And now here you are, a year later, letting him help you onto the death machine. 

He never said you had to stop calling it (sorry, her) that if you were thinking it to yourself. 

“You okay? Comfy?” Oscar asks, reaching to adjust your helmet one more time. 

“Yup. Mhmm. Totally.” You nod, not even trying to sound convincing considering your heart is in your throat and he hasn’t even started the engine yet. 

“Great,” he kisses the top of your helmet and smiles at you cutely before climbing onto the bike so he’s seated in front of you. “Just hold on tight, okay baby? Like this.” 

He reaches behind him, grabbing your hands that had been anxiously scratching at the material of your jeans and pulling you forward so your arms are wrapped around his waist. He doesn’t have to say anything else– you’re quick to tighten your hold around him, fingers clutching at the material of his open jacket. You immediately feel your anxieties begin to dissipate as soon as you’re holding onto him, and you shift your whole body forward on the seat so your front is pressed as close as it can be to his back. When he lets out a quiet grunt, you release your grip a little. 

“I’m sorry! Am I holding you too tight?” “No, no,” he huffs out a laugh, patting your thigh. “Do whatever you need to do. Just warn me if you’re planning to suffocate me at all.”

“Listen, Piastri–” you begin, and he cuts you off by twisting around to look at you.

“Okay, I get it, I’m sorry.” He’s giggling now, and you let go of him to smack his helmet. “I’m done, I promise. As long as you feel safe, honey.”

“Come on, let’s go before I chicken out.” You say, quickly reassuming your hold.

It’s times like these where you appreciate just how buff your boyfriend is. He has something of a sleeper build, so one quick glance at him wouldn’t really reveal much, but when you’re pressed up against him like this, you can feel the muscles in his back and shoulders and his abs through his shirt when your hand slips past his jacket. He’s warm and solid against you, and that in itself is comforting enough that you don’t go flying off the seat when he starts up the engine and you instantly feel your whole body start to vibrate from the force of it.

“I’ll check in with you, okay?” He says over the loud rumbling. “Hit me in the head or something and I’ll pull over. Sound good?” Having him to hold on to is nice, but your throat is still dry thinking about all the dastardly possibilities that could occur when the bike starts moving, so you have to swallow a couple times in order for him to hear you over the engine. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Your heart falls out of your ass and lands on the pavement when he pulls out onto the road, the engine roaring as he accelerates. 

“God, please spare me,” you say out loud, grateful that Oscar can’t hear you over the engine. 

As soon as he gets onto the freeway, that’s when you realize just how much fun you’ve been missing out on.

It’s never been a secret to you that Oscar loves going fast. There have been plenty of occasions where you’ll drive somewhere, do whatever it is you have planned, and then you’ll turn to him and ask if he wants to drive home just to give him some peace of mind knowing that the journey back will be cut down by a few minutes at least. Being in the car is fun enough, but being on the back of his motorcycle is different.

You thought you’d be more scared. You’re terrified, sure, but even though you can feel the wind whipping against your clothes and you’re flying past cars on either side of the freeway, you’re holding on to Oscar, and you could easily do that forever. You’re quickly warming up to the concept of being his backpack, and you can feel yourself relaxing your death grip around him. This is actually kind of fun. Okay, really fun. You actually can’t believe you were so adamantly refusing to do this this whole time. 

Every so often, he reaches back with one hand and rubs your thigh, or holds one of your hands that is now tucked comfortably into his jacket pocket. You thought you’d be freaking out about him taking a hand off the handlebars, but he exudes confidence on the bike, and he never wavers no matter what he’s doing with his hands. 

He doesn’t go very far; the whole ride lasts maybe 20 minutes, but it feels like half that with how quick the bike is. Your arms ache from all the muscles in them working the whole time, and when he helps you off the back of the bike your legs feel like jello.

“How was it?” He asks, helping you pull the bulky helmet off your head. 

Your hair falls in your face and he brushes it away for you before you can even lift your hands. He cups your cheeks, a small smile on his face as he admires you.

“We are definitely doing that again.” 

His smile grows, and he places a sweet, adoring kiss on your lips. “I knew I finally found my backpack.” 

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[cl6teen]

p-power ❀ op81

in which a tense breakup with a well known driver sparks a new beginning with an up and coming rookie

contains: social media!au, exbf!daniel, multiple time skips, heavily inspired by the lyrics ‘the pictures i seen i’m like “damn he got lucky”, take it from him and i leave him with nothin’.

note: this has been in my drafts for ages so i might has well post it anyways

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f1wagupdates f1 wag y/n l/n and mclaren f1 driver daniel ricciardo caught in a hearted argument while vacationing in new zealand for the short beak in light of a newly surfaced cheating scandal between daniel and a model during a monaco gp after party

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danielrjpg omg, so the cheating rumours were true??? i feel so bad for y/n, she was the best wag on the paddock in my opinion

iheartmclaren during the monaco gp?? she couldn’t make it to that one right?

papayaluv yeah, but she was still posting him on her story that whole weekend :(

ynstyle genuinely she’s too good for him anyways

user now that this has been brought to life can we talk about the weird ass age gap between the two??

dr3ily i love daniel but he’s 33 and she’s 22?? and they started dating when she was 20? that’s kind of icky

l.l.l.lando to be honest, i don’t think it’s true? like he doesn’t seem like the type to cheat! couples fight all the time

user yeah, monaco gp is notorious for exposing and cheating scandals that usually aren’t true, yall will believe anything

4everstappen then why did she already delete their photos together?? like all trace of daniel gone

givemedr3 but daniel still has all of their photos up, and he still follows her ?

madebymax it’s because he’s delusional LMAO, and I would be too if i fumbled someone like y/n??

user his karma will definitely come back to him, one way or another

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yourinstagram boy bye.

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landonorris let me come visit you please

yourinstagram you know you’re always welcome down under lan <3

user lando and y/n’s friendship still holding up is so cute to me

bsfsinstagram you’re too bad for anyone in this world

bsfsinstagram whoever gets you is so lucky

yourinstagram i love you more than anything babe

drxyn waitt so they’re actually broken up 😭

luvyn tbh the post breakup glow is eating, i was crying for a month straight after mine

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mclarenbby oh my god daniel in the likes is so embarrassing like please stop your delusion

newuser please go back to daniel y/n i loved you two together!

yourinstagram lol no thanks

k1ll4lando daniel get off your burner account LMAOO

iluvf1 y/n continuing to post like nothing ever happened and being all normal in comparison to daniel’s social media literally going black out like he’s grieving is so funny?? like the disabled comments are really the cherry on top

user i just know he has his pr team working overtime

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f1 some surprising news from mclaren this silly season, wouldn’t you agree?

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user honestly thank god, i don’t think mclaren was daniels team, but it’s sad to see he might be out of a seat now

user the karma from cheating is literally so real

user and he wasn’t performing well at all because of it

user YN LIKED IT BYEEE

user love that for her though

mclaren excited to see our rookie in action!

early february, 2023.

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lando.jpg friendly outings before the new season (ft. y/n’s photography skills)

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yourinstagram thank you for the photo credits on the last one lando

oscarpiastri very nice photos lando

lando.jpg always so serious oscah

papayaluv yn still hanging out with mclaren is so nice to see, she has so much chemistry with the team even without daniel

op81ln4 seeing yn get becoming friends with oscar is so funny like omg he took your ex’s seat in f1

mcl4ren honestly i think that yn is milking this whole daniel situation to still keep the attention on her, how is she still attending mclaren events?

yourinstagram please stop making assumptions about me, thanks ❤️

user do you forget that she’s been friends with lando?

user can’t lie, lando posting yn at mclaren knowing daniel follows this page is wickedddd but funny

oscar

hey, it’s oscar from earlier :)

you

hi oscar! i had so much fun meeting you tonight

did you grab my number from lando?

oscar

yeah..i hope that’s alright?

i was just glad to see a fellow australian and lando suggested i have it

you

i really don’t mind it, i’m happy to have a new friend that i have smth in common with

i was surprised when your mclaren signing was announced, but i’m sure your rookie season will be amazing

oscar

thanks, it really does mean a lot

i wasn’t really expecting the mclaren offer in the first place but i was open, and they’d just let go of daniel cause of his performance

wait sorry i didn’t mean to bring him up

you

please don’t apologize, i couldn’t care less about him anymore

i see what happened in the second half of last years season as karma, im glad it’s you who’s in the seat now :)

oscar

yeah, but if you ask me what he did was an asshole move

you didn’t deserve that at all, i think he lost something good

you

it’s been so long now that it’s nothing important to me, but…did you want to meet up for lunch or dinner tomorrow? my flight back home leaves after that

oscar

yeah, i’d like that

and i’ll hope to see you again in australia as well?

you

you can count on it ❤️

april, melbourne australia.

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ynluv it felt so nice seeing you with mclaren today !!

mclaren we second that!

yourinstagram it’s just a one time thing, i never miss a home race! but i was happy to be there!!

landonorris who’s that cool guy in the sunglasses?

yourinstagram a toad that drives for mclaren you do NOT want to talk to him

oscarpiastri missed hanging out

yourinstagram come back home more often then duh

landonorris or you can just visit us instead

you

you did so well in the race today oz

ozz

P8 isn’t the best though, could have been better

lando was good

you

he was, but we’re not talking about lando

P8 on your third race as a rookie is amazing

take the compliment oscar 🙄

ozz

thank you for the compliment miss

you

ugh shut up

ozz

im glad you were here this race weekend, i really did miss seeing you

you

it’s not like you haven’t been texting and calling me for two months straight 😭

ozz

but that’s different

you

mhm

when do you have to fly out to baku?

ozz

i leave in the middle of the night on wednesday

you must want me to take you out on a date before i go?

you

don’t be smug oscar pisstree

facetime dates are nice but it would be nice to go on a real one again. we don’t always have to hang out with lando

ozz

i know y/n, im only teasing you

there’s no way i would be here and not think to plan one, you know me better than that

but pisstree is a little painful

you

i know i know, sorry

ozz

so get ready and i’ll come pick you up once i’m done with these team debriefs

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you

girl.

omg

pls whatever you’re doing stop it

TEXT ME BACK PLEASE 😭

bestie 🧸

oh my god

hi

i’m here

are you dying ? kidnapped?

i thought you were on your date with oscar

please respond???

how are you not responding after just texting??

istg i hate you

you

i was on my date with oscar

he just dropped me off

and

bestie 🧸

and??

you

i am a girlfriend !!!!

😖😖😖

bestie 🧸

OH MY GOD???

OSCARYN NATION UPPP

he’s so good for you yn

IM SO HAPPY

you

ME TOO

however. there is one problem

he asked me to spend the summer break travelling with him

bestie 🧸

what did you say?

yes? right?

you

i didn’t say anything actually…

he said he’d let me think about it

bestie 🧸

okay so tell him your done thinking about it

and say yes!

august; summer break.

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yourinstagram all types of summa lovin

landonorris you got him to wear pink ????

yourinstagram doesn’t he look yummy in it

user WHO’S HIM????

bsfsinstagram oh not you posting himmm

yourinstagram i had to let them know i’m spoken for babe

oscarpiastri what psychopath straightens their hair like that

yourinstagram the hot kind

landonorris yeah right

dannybae is that daniel in the last photo?

yourinstagram no

user was posting this after daniel said he missed you on that podcast intentional????

user that’s so embarrassing for him but at least now he’s gained some self respect and unfollowed her 😭😭

luvyn i’m so happy she’s happy, literally living her best life

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oscarpiastri summer

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user oscar when was this this ?????

oscarpiastri i just said this summer🧍‍♂️

landonorris 💀

yourinstagram oscar in his soft launch era??

landonorris you were the one who taught him that

oscarpiastri is that what it’s called

user not oscar getting a girlfriend over the break

oscarspastries i sort of suspected this after that story he posted after the australia gp

user omg so she’s probably from australia

op4prez the second picture kinda looks like yn

user no it doesn’t ur jumping to conclusions 😭

user she’s only friends with the mclaren boys she has her own man

user oscar literally drops off the face of the earth for the entire break and then comes back to post this??

user im severely unwell

user oscar’s already falling into the girlfriend effect of looking exponentially finer and im here for it

october; qatar.

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you

congratulations on winning the sprint race babe <3 i knew you could do it

baby 💕

where are you?

i want to come see you

you

i’m in the garage with the team

are you coming with lando

baby 💕

no

you

you shouldn’t come without him

you know that people would talk and it’ll be annoying to deal with

baby 💕

i just got the first win of the season for the team

quite frankly i couldn’t give a shit what they said, i want to celebrate with my girl

you

oscar i want to celebrate with you too, but it might be best to wait

oscar are you there?

oscar ?

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mclaren 🧡

landonorris it’s about time you made it public

oscarpiastri i never hid it though

landonorris didn’t you?

yourinstagram you’re lucky i love you enough to let you hard launch

oscarpiastri just can’t keep you a secret

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Men Who Know Too Much

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Summary: The F1 guys shock their girlfriend with their knowledge of protective styles and colors.

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Drivers: Max, Charles, Lando, Franco, George, Carlos, & Oscar

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Max Verstappen - T1B/Light Blue Lemonade Braids

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, glaring at her laptop screen as if it had personally offended her. Max, who had just walked into the room, stopped in his tracks, noticing her intense focus.

“Still trying to pick a hairstyle?” he asked, sitting down beside her.

“Yes!” she groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “I’ve gone through Pinterest, Instagram, TikTok—everything! And nothing feels right.”

“Blue,” he said decisively.

Y/N glanced up. “Blue what?”

“Lemonade braids. Like Beyoncé’s style. But with light blue tips,” he said casually.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Max Verstappen, what in the cultural vulture—”

“It’s appreciation, not appropriation,” he interrupted. “The braids would frame your face nicely, and the blue would really pop against your skin tone.”

Her eyes narrowed as she slowly folded her arms. “Okay, Verstappen. How do you know what lemonade braids are? And why are you so specific with the light blue? Who taught you this?”

Max smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. “No one taught me. I might’ve Googled it a while ago.”

“Googled it?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Max, you don’t even Google your own races. Who are you secretly learning about lemonade braids for?”

“No one,” he said, laughing. “I swear. I just remember you saying you liked bold colors, and I thought the light blue would look cool.”

Y/N leaned closer, her gaze scrutinizing him. “So, you’re saying some girl hasn’t slid into your DMs with her lemonade braids, trying to get your attention?”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “Nope. No girls, no DMs. Just me trying to help my girlfriend make a decision without stressing out.”

She narrowed her eyes for another beat before sighing dramatically. “Hmm. Okay. I guess lemonade braids with light blue tips could be cute. But if it looks bad, Max…”

“I’ll take the blame,” he said confidently. “But I know it won’t look bad. You’re going to look amazing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face. “Fine. But next time you randomly pull hair knowledge out of nowhere, I’m interrogating you properly.”

Max grinned, leaning in to kiss her temple. “Deal. But I don’t think you’ll have any complaints once you see yourself in those braids.”

She shook her head, laughing. “You’re lucky I trust you.”

Oscar Piastri - Blonde and Chestnut Bohemian Box Braids

Oscar sat at the dining table, his laptop open in front of him. Meanwhile, Y/N paced back and forth behind him, her arms flailing as she vented.

“This is impossible. How am I supposed to pick something? Every style has pros and cons. What if I pick the wrong one?!” she groaned, dramatically clutching her chest.

Oscar looked up, his expression calm. “You’re overthinking this.”

“I have to overthink, Oscar!” she snapped. “My hair is my crown. One wrong move, and I’m out here looking like a walking disaster.”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “What about bohemian box braids?”

Y/N froze mid-step, turning to him with a slow blink. “Come again?”

“Bohemian box braids,” he repeated. “You know, with loose curls throughout. And the color… what is it? 613 for blonde, mixed with 33—the chestnut brown you said you liked?”

Her mouth fell open. “Wait, hold up. You’re telling me you just casually know about boho braids and the specific colors 613 and 33? Am I being pranked right now?”

Oscar shrugged, his lips twitching into a smile. “I pay attention. You’ve mentioned the colors before. Plus, I think the mix of blonde and chestnut would really complement your skin tone.”

“Hmm,” she hummed suspiciously, crossing her arms. “No one just knows about 613 and 33 unless they’re deep in hair TikTok or… unless some girl taught them.”

Oscar raised his hands in mock surrender, his expression innocent. “No girl taught me, I promise. I just remember the things you say.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Oscar, don’t lie to me. If there’s some girl who’s been giving you hair tips, let me know now so I can fight her.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Relax, love. There’s no girl. I just want to help you make a choice.”

Y/N eyed him for a moment longer before sighing and sitting beside him. “Okay, fine. Boho braids in blonde and chestnut do sound cute. But if it doesn’t look good—”

“Then I’ll take full responsibility,” he said smoothly, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “But you’ll look amazing. Trust me.”

Charles Leclerc - T4/27 Pop Smoke Braids

Charles sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Y/N flopped dramatically onto the cushions beside him.

“Charles,” she said, dragging out his name like a whine.

“Yes, chérie?” he replied without looking up.

“I still don’t know what to get for my hair tomorrow,” she said, rolling onto her side to face him.

He finally looked at her, setting his phone down. “I’ve got an idea.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You have an idea?”

“Pop Smoke braids,” he said confidently, “with T4/27. The dark brown base and honey blonde mix would look perfect on you.”

Her jaw dropped. “Wait, what? Charles, how do you even know about Pop Smoke braids? And why are you out here dropping color codes like you work at a beauty supply store?”

Charles chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “Because I pay attention. You were talking about T4 and 27 the other day, and I remembered. Plus, the style is trendy, and you’d rock it.”

Y/N squinted at him, her lips pursed. “You’re telling me there’s no random girl in your DMs showing you her Pop Smoke braids?”

“No random girl,” he said, shaking his head, amused.

She leaned closer, narrowing her eyes. “And if I check your phone right now, I won’t find you following some hairstylist’s account?”

“Go ahead,” Charles said with a grin. “I have nothing to hide. Besides, I only care about what you look like, and I think Pop Smoke braids would suit you perfectly.”

Y/N studied him for a moment, her lips twitching as she tried not to smile. “You’re lucky you’re charming. Fine, I’ll do it. But if I walk out of that salon looking crazy…”

“You won’t,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’ll look stunning, as always.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, leaning against him. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Lando Norris - Fulani Braids (1B Ombré)

Y/N paced the living room, phone in hand, swiping furiously through Pinterest. The hair appointment reminder loomed on her screen like a taunting deadline.

“I don’t know what to do,” she groaned dramatically, tossing her phone onto the couch where Lando lounged. “I can’t just show up to the salon and say, ‘Surprise me.’ What if I leave looking crazy?”

Lando, who’d been half-watching a race replay, looked up with a lazy grin. “You’re overthinking this.”

“Overthinking?” she repeated, incredulous. “This is my hair, Lando. My whole personality is on the line here. What if I get something that doesn’t suit me? What if—”

“Fulani braids,” Lando interrupted smoothly.

Y/N stopped mid-rant. “Fulani braids?”

He nodded, sitting up and placing his phone on the coffee table. “Yeah, you know, the ones with the cute center braid and beads. And you could do that 1B ombré—black roots fading into something lighter.”

Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Ombré,” he repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It’d look amazing on you.”

Y/N folded her arms, her suspicion immediate. “Hold up. Lando, where did you learn about Fulani braids? And why do you even know what 1B is?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her interrogation. “Does it matter? I’m just saying it’d look good on you.”

“No, no, no,” she said, stepping closer, her tone demanding. “This doesn’t just come out of nowhere. What girl told you about this? And do I need to fight her?”

Lando laughed, his cheeks tinting pink. “Relax, Y/N. No one told me. I just pay attention! You were talking to your stylist about ombré last month, and I remembered.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Mm-hmm. So you’re saying I’ve never seen you scrolling through some girl’s braids tutorial on Instagram?”

He put his hands up in mock surrender. “Guilty of scrolling. But only because I wanted to be helpful.”

She sighed, shaking her head but unable to stop the small smile creeping onto her face. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Fine, I’ll get Fulani braids. But if it doesn’t turn out good, I’m coming for you.”

“And I’ll take full responsibility,” Lando said confidently, pulling her onto the couch beside him. “But trust me—you’ll look amazing.”

Franco Colapinto - Pink and Black Butterfly Locs

Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling furiously through her phone while Franco lay stretched out on the bed, watching her with mild amusement. She sighed loudly, tossing her phone onto the carpet.

“This is impossible!” she groaned. “Why is choosing a hairstyle so hard?”

Franco chuckled softly, sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees. “Estás haciendo esto más complicado de lo que es,” {You’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.} he said. “You’re overthinking it.”

“Because I have to!” she shot back, throwing her hands in the air. “This isn’t just hair—it’s a statement! One wrong choice, and I’m out here looking like I don’t care about myself.”

Franco smirked, shaking his head. “I have an idea,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Y/N squinted at him, suspicious. “Oh? You, of all people, have a hair idea? Let’s hear it, Colapinto.”

“Butterfly locs,” he said casually. “Pink and black. You’d look increíble.”

Y/N stared at him, completely frozen. “Butterfly locs? Pink and black? Franco, are you serious right now?”

“Sí,” he said with a shrug. “The pink will make it pop, and the black will keep it balanced. It’s perfect for you.”

Her eyes narrowed as she folded her arms. “Okay, explain to me right now how you even know what butterfly locs are. And why you’re out here suggesting color combos like you work at a beauty supply store.”

He smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Te escucho, mi amor. {I listen to you, my love} Plus, I saw a picture on Instagram once, and I thought, ‘This would look amazing on Y/N.’”

Y/N wasn’t buying it. She pointed an accusing finger at him. “Franco, don’t lie to me. Did a girl teach you this? Did she send you a photo? Tell me now so I can fight her.”

He burst out laughing, his grin wide. “No hay ninguna chica, te lo juro. {There’s no girl, I swear.} No DMs, no one teaching me. Just me paying attention to you.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, still skeptical. “You’re telling me no hairstylist slid into your messages, offering tips? Porque si hay una, ya sabe que voy a pelear.” }Because if there is one, she knows I’m going to fight}

“No hay nadie,” {There’s no one} Franco insisted, reaching out to take her hand. “You’re the only person I care about impressing. And I think butterfly locs in pink and black would look increíble on you.”

Y/N eyed him for a moment longer before sighing, a smile creeping onto her face. “Fine. I’ll do it. But if it looks crazy—”

“Confía en mí,” {Trust me} he interrupted, pulling her closer. “You’ll look hermosa. Always do.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, trying not to blush. “Alright, Franco. But I’m serious—if I find out you learned this from some girl…”

“Then I’ll be in trouble,” he said with a laugh, kissing the back of her hand. “But you won’t, porque esto fue todo mi idea.” {Because this was all my idea}

Y/N shook her head, finally laughing. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Fine, butterfly locs it is.”

George Russell - Deep Brown Alicia Keys Braids

Y/N sat on the sofa, staring at her reflection in her phone’s camera, pulling her hair back this way and that. Her lips were pressed into a pout as she tried to visualize every style she’d saved over the past week. George was seated next to her, casually scrolling on his iPad, pretending not to notice her growing frustration.

“I swear, I’m going to lose my mind,” Y/N muttered.

“What now?” George asked, looking over the edge of his screen with a bemused smile.

“This hair appointment!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been staring at pictures for hours, and nothing feels right. I need something timeless, but also unique. Classic, but still fun.”

George set his iPad down and turned fully to face her. “Alright, what about Alicia Keys braids?”

Y/N’s head whipped around so fast, George flinched. “Hold on. What?”

“Alicia Keys braids,” he repeated, completely serious. “You know, with the beads and deep brown—what is it, shade 30? That would look great on you.”

Her eyes widened as she leaned back, staring at him in disbelief. “George William Russell. Where. Did. You. Learn. That?”

George raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence. “What do you mean? I know things.”

“No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head rapidly. “You don’t just know about Alicia Keys braids and shade 30. Someone taught you that. Who is she? And can I fight her?”

George laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “No one taught me, I promise. I’ve just… picked things up from you. And maybe from a few of your magazines lying around.”

“Mmmhmm,” Y/N said, eyeing him skeptically. “So, no hairstylist has slid into your DMs, giving you tips? No random girls sending you pictures of their hair?”

“None,” he said firmly, leaning forward to clasp her hands in his. “I swear, it’s all you. I just happen to think Alicia Keys braids would suit you perfectly. They’re elegant, bold, and beautiful. Just like you.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips, though she kept her eyes narrowed. “Alright, Russell. I’ll bite. But if I hear even whispers of a girl teaching you hair tricks…”

George grinned, pulling her closer. “Then I’ll accept my punishment. But you won’t, because I’m telling the truth.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, finally relaxing into his arms. “Fine. Alicia Keys braids it is. But I’m holding you personally responsible for how it turns out.”

“And I’ll take full credit when you look stunning,” he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Y/N smirked. “You’re lucky you’re cute. And that you have good taste.”

George chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know. That’s why you love me.”

Carlos Sainz - Red Ombré Knotless Braids

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, twisting and tugging at her hair with a frustrated groan. Carlos lay sprawled across the bed behind her, scrolling through his phone and glancing up occasionally as her frustration grew.

“I swear, this is impossible,” she said, spinning around to face him. “I don’t even know why I booked a hair appointment when I can’t decide what to get!”

Carlos propped himself up on one elbow, his brows furrowed slightly. “¿Por qué te estresas tanto, cariño? It’s just hair.” {Why are you stressing so much, darling?}

“Just hair?” she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. “This isn’t ‘just hair,’ Carlos! It’s a protective style! It’s got to be perfect. And I have no clue what to pick!”

He set his phone down, sitting up fully. “Vale, vale. How about medium knotless braids with a T1B/Red ombré?” {Alright, alright}

Y/N froze, her eyes narrowing as she stared at him. “…Did you just say medium knotless braids with T1B/Red ombré?”

Carlos shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Sí. The black to red ombré would look amazing on you. It’s bold, like you.”

“Okay, hold up,” she said, pointing at him accusingly. “How do you know about knotless braids? And why are you out here talking about T1B/Red like you’re a professional colorist?”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I pay attention. You showed me pictures once, and I remembered. Plus, I know you like red—it’s a Ferrari color.”

Her eyes narrowed further as she crossed her arms. “Carlos, if I find out some girl taught you this—”

He interrupted, holding up his hands in surrender. “Nadie me enseñó nada. It’s all from you. I just thought the style would suit you.” {No one taught me anything.}

She tilted her head, studying him carefully. “Mmmhmm. So, no secret hairstylist in your DMs? No girl teaching you hair lingo?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No hay ninguna chica, I promise. Just me, trying to help my novia who is stressing herself out.” {There’s no girl}

“Hmm,” she hummed, still skeptical but softening slightly. “Medium knotless braids with red ombré does sound cute…”

Carlos grinned, standing and walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Of course it does. You’ll look increíble, as always.”

She glanced at him in the mirror, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Fine. I’ll try it. But if it looks bad, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “But it won’t look bad, because you always look beautiful.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but leaned into his embrace. “You’re lucky you’re charming. And that you know what you’re talking about.”

“Por supuesto,” Carlos said with a grin. “I always know what’s best for you.” {Of course}

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[chokamo]

pumpkin patch

pairing : oscar piastri x fem!reader

summary : pumpkin picking season is right around the corner and there’s no better way to spend it than with your family.

It was that time of year.

Pumpkin picking season was right around the corner. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been to one. That was many years ago, and here you are, standing on a patchy pumpkin field with your husband and your two children.

Being six month old Jade Piastri was strapped onto Oscar’s front nestled in a jade colour wrap as she slept peacefully, unaware of the world around her, her chubby cheeks squished against Oscar’s chest.

“Mama” Jette said softly, his small hands clutching your pants, bright shining eyes as he looked up at you, lips pursued in a pout, and eyebrows gently furrowed.

“Yes, Jette?” You crouched down, gently taking his dainty hands and giving them a small kiss, waiting for him to tell you what he wanted. He was your firstborn, and you couldn’t help but think of how quickly time had flown and how much he had grown.

“I want pumfin” he softly said, stumbling over the pronunciation as he waited for your response.

“Pumpkin? Let’s go get em.” You said, pointing to the massive spread of orange clumps across the field and gently guiding him to the pumpkins.

“He’s just like me” Oscar laughed, trailing behind.

“He is you” you chuckled, smiling at your husband before turning your attention back to Jette, watching as he managed to lift a small pumpkin in his tiny hand.

“Can Mama help you, Jette?” you asked, concerned that he might carry a heavy pumpkin and knowing your Jette he wouldn’t say anything unless you pried it off him.

“No, Mama. I can carry it!” he huffed, a proud grin spreading across his adorable face as he lifted the pumpkin higher to show you that he can do it.

“That’s very good Jette. You’re strong like dada!” Oscar encouraged, softly rocking Jade back and forth. He gave Jette a thumbs up.

“Strong, Mama!” he parroted, Jette mimicking the gesture and showing it to you with a proud smile.

You smiled and couldn’t help but rummage through your purse for your phone, wanting to capture the moment and cherish it forever.

Not only that, but today was the perfect day for you and Oscar to enjoy a long break and spend quality time with your family of four before a triple-header.

“I really appreciate that you agree to do this” you said.

“I will always say yes to you” he smiled, his gaze shifting down to your daughter as he caressed Jade’s plump cheeks, a look of admiration shining in his eyes.

“I hope we can do more things together soon, like going to the beach, eating ice cream together on the streets of Italy, or visiting the park. . . and of course, with Jette and Jade with us” he rambled.

“I hope so too.” You promised. This pumpkin patch was only the beginning and it wouldn’t be the last, that’s for sure. You were determined to create beautiful memories with Jette and Oscar, and next time, you hoped Jade would be awake to experience it with you.

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yourusername family outing 🍂

user OMGG

user JETTE 🥹🥹

user yess

user where’s jade??

user -> wait i forgot about her 😭

user -> jade was probably sleeping lolll

user -> sleepy gall 😴

logansargeant where was my invite?

you liked this comment.

you replied -> come over rn!!

your replied -> we have some leftover pumpkin to carve😙

user -> love that logan is still with them

user -> best friends turned into family 🥹

user -> oh how i miss seeing logan

user i didn’t even notice oscar was there

user cuties!!

user MY FAV FAMILY 😫😫

user jette is big now!!

user -> i know rightttttt

user -> he was so small the last time we saw him!!

oscarpiastri jade was sleeping ☺️

you liked this comment.

you replied -> she didn’t get to pick a pumpkin!! 🥹

user -> AWWW NO

user -> there is always next year

user -> can’t wait for that <33

a/n : is anyone interested in being a taglist for fics? let me know if you want to be in it <33 p.s i need to post all of the pre halloween fics b4 i post the halloween stuff lolll

check out my other post! masterlist

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, the events and characters depicted are not based on real life, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

[lcriedlastnight]

hihi congrats on 500 followers wohooo!!! i love your writing sm you deserve 500 and many many many more <3

for your special how about either oscar or lando (you decide bb) who always wants his best friend (reader) to come to one of his races and then that ONE time it actually works out he wins and instead of being normal about it the first thing he does is run to his bestie and kiss her ?? romcom vibes iygm <33

have fun with it lovie!! if you don’t want to write it don’t worry it’s just an idea ofc

my baby i love the bones of you! i love love love this idea tysm 💗

reqs are still open cuz my laptop is fixed!!!

1.2k words.

oscar didn’t mind that you had a life outside of him. he honestly didn’t. most best friends did. he himself had a life that didn’t revolve around you so why should he expect you to? his mother had told him that it was the part of him that was in love with you that wanted him to be the centre of attention. at first he was shocked by the very thought of being in love with you. but then when he saw you for the first time after that conversation with his mother, it hit him like a grand piano falling on top of him in the middle of the street.

since his realisation he had begged you to come to a race and cheer him on. it baffled you because for as long as you had known oscar he had never really bothered about you coming to watch him race, it’s not like he came to watch you type up a report at your office. so when he started getting on your case about it, well it made you wonder what exactly had changed.

“please! i am begging you to come with me. just this once.” oscar had pleaded from your couch. it was the summer break and he had decided to stop over at yours for a sleepover, having missed you while being away racing for the past god knows how long.

you rolled your eyes. “why do you keep asking me? you never cared before.” you retorted knowing that this would shut oscar up. it always did.

“i miss you a lot while i’m away. you are my best friend you know. face time doesn’t do it for me anymore.” oscar had pulled your feet to rest on his thighs as some stupid romcom played on your tv in the background.

you don’t know what tugged at your heartstrings this time, maybe it was his honestly and not shutting you out this time. or maybe it was the face that you really did want to watch him in his element. you would’ve killed to watch him win his first race, even under the circumstances.

“fine but you better win to make it worth it.”

this conversation plays in oscar’s mind the entire way to baku. you sat next to him nervously. it wasn’t your first time flying, but it was your first time flying in max verstappen’s private jet with your best friend, his teammate and the current world champion.

oscar’s hand makes its way over to your knee to give a supportive squeeze and both lando and max can tell that there is nothing platonic about the two of you. lando wonders when something will get done about it.

★・・・・・・★

was it too ridiculous for oscar to hope for a only one room, only one bed situation? when he had confided in lando - he laughed in his face. so it was safe to say that it was but that didn’t stop oscar from hoping.

you end up in the room beside oscar, close but not close enough. you were oscar’s guest for the entire weekend, except thursday. that was your day to explore the wonderful city, this was such a long way from home and you were so excited to find some of the city’s most beautiful areas. this was an agreement you had made with oscar about your time here and he had begrudgingly agreed. he would rather with him the whole weekend but you knew how media days worked and if you were honest you could’ve be arsed with the whole hassle of it.

oscar wasn’t too fragile to admit that he did in fact miss you while you were off galavanting. he wanted to be there with you but alas, he had a job to do.

when you eventually did return to the hotel around dinner time, you sat with oscar and showed him everything you had seen that day while he listened intently with the biggest smile on your face. he owed his mum big time.

oscar does great over the practice sessions and you enjoy getting to watch him race around the track, getting a feel for the weekend ahead of him. watching him made you realise how much you actually enjoyed watching f1 as a whole. not even just your boyfriend- i mean your best friend. not that you wanted him to be your boyfriend or anything, that would just be crazy!

on saturday you watch oscar cross the line and qualify second on the grid and it makes you buzz with excitement. you wait for oscar in the mclaren garages to congratulate him. not really knowing where you should be during this time of celebration.

oscar finds you moments after his interview and pictures are taken like it’s his only purpose this weekends. you elect to ignore the raging butterflies the look in his eyes gives you when he finally spots you in the sea of papaya mechanics.

“hi! well done that was amazing! you were so fast!” you say through a giggle as oscar engulfs you in a hug that is worthy of the big screen. oscar mumbles something into your neck and all you can think is that you could definitely get used to this.

★・・・・・・★

the sight of a ferrari and a redbull colliding made your stomach sink. even when you knew both drivers were okay it worried you to no end, knowing that oscar puts himself in the way of that kind of danger multiple times a year and you had no idea just how dangerous it was until now. the chaos made your mind temporarily forget about oscar leading the race.

in what feels like seconds later, oscar crossed the finish line first and like a sheep you follow the mechanics to watch the podium.

what you didn’t know though, was that oscar had only one thing on his mind at the moment. and it wasn’t even getting his second win and proving all the critics wrong when they said that he wasn’t deserving of that win in hungary. he had to see you. his lucky charm. he raced like a god out there and in his love-struck mind he had no one else to thank other than you.

after stopping his car and almost sliding off of it he spots you waiting for him and his mind doesn’t take a second to think about what he’s about to do as he races towards you with what must be the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him. his flushed cheeks and the pure sparkle of happiness in his eyes makes you light up with joy. he gets to you in record time and you don’t get to tell him well done or even let him know that his mum is a few people away because he is taking your face in his hands and he is planting the sweetest kiss on your lips. he doesn’t ask and even though it doesn’t bother you, you can tell he feels horribly about it when he pulls away and eventually spots his mum. with no time to talk about what happened you just let him run over to her with a grin that matched his.

there was plenty of time to tell him how much you loved him once he got down from the top step of the podium anyway.

neither of you were aware of the cameras on you during that (what should’ve been) private moment so when you show oscar a cute edit of the both of you, where the clip of what your first public ans actual kiss was played first he just pulls you in for another that was probably your fifth hundred.

[lovings4turn]

helloo don’t mind me!! just here to request the prompt ‘that little panicked reach for them if they trip ever so slightly’ with oscar (i love him i fear) <33

ohhh oscar piastri my fav polite cat <3 thank you sm for sending this in darling ,, hope you like it <3

lazy mornings are a rarity for you and oscar. if oscar doesn't have a team meeting at the break of dawn, you have a morning class or an early shift, or another commitment that requires one of you to rush out of the house before the sun has fully risen.

today, though, you're lucky. neither you nor oscar have anywhere to be, your only plans for the day being to spend as much time together as physically possible and soak up every drop of domestic bliss that you can.

making breakfast together, of course, falls under the umbrella of your designated 'oscar time', as you've so lovingly taken to calling it. and while oscar's desire to follow his meal plan may be strong, but his love for home-made pancakes and chopped fruit is far, far stronger.

the batter is fairly easy to whip up, your half-asleep brain thanking you for the lack of thinking necessary to make your breakfast.

oscar is tasked with manning the stove while you begin to prepare the fruit. though the boy claims he’s an expert at flipping the pancakes, you expect to spend five minutes after eating scraping batter off of the hob. still, his earnestness is nothing but endearing.

with a box of strawberries in hand, you begin to make your way back over to the counter. somehow, the four steps that make up your journey prove too complicated, and you stumble a little as you walk. it's nothing serious; just enough to make you swear under your breath as you lose your footing, yet you remain upright.

the pancake is abandoned, and oscar instantly has a hand on your waist to steady you, usually neutral face painted with an expression of disbelief. you know formula one drivers are expected to have fast reflexes, but it’s as though oscar has trained himself to respond to anything pertaining to you at an almost superhuman speed.

his brows are furrowed, and you want to lean forward and press a kiss against the space between them in order to get him to relax.

"there's no way. you did not just trip over air, y/n."

"sorry. i was just falling for you," you respond in a sing-song tone, flashing oscar the widest, proudest grin you can muster.

silence.

"ugh," he groans, nose scrunched in faux disgust. "you're so cheesy."

"and you love it," you hum, playfully tapping the flushed tip of his nose with a teasing smile.

"yeah, yeah, i'll just let you fall next time, darling" oscar grumbles, though the corner of his mouth is quirked up into a fond smile. "i'm sure the cold kitchen tiles'll humble you a little.”

your jaw drops in shock, and as you search for a witty retort, your eyes land on oscar’s pancake. still wrapped up in his act of chivalry, eyes not having left your frame yet, your boyfriend fails to notice his culinary masterpiece is quickly overcooking.

you sniff once, then once again, plastering a look of confusion onto your face before you speak.

“do you smell burning?”

“fuck!”

[saleeba]

payback ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ you're not happy with the little amount of attention your boyfriend is giving you so you decide to take matters into your own hands. jude shows you the consequences.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader 

content ♡ 18+, smut, bratty!reader, hard-dom!jude, blowjob, exhibitionism (???), some praise, light degradation (another rough bj sceneeeee i’m never beating the slag allegations 😓) 

a/n ♡ requested by this lovely anon ; i am SO glad i’ve finally got it out omg only took me 9 bloody months 😩😩 this is one of my lazier works only bc i needed to get smth out asapp before i start a new term at uni but i hope you all enjoy <33 (not proofread so pls forgive all the mistakes! 🫶🏽)

there’d been hubbub coming from jude’s office ever since you got home in haste with your work bag burdening your arms and a tingle between your legs, mind made up on getting jude into bed as quickly as you like and riding him beyond the sunrise. the noise had become increasingly common recently as you found him spending more and more of his free time in that same office, the calling of his name from your lips being replied to with rapid click-clacks of the game controller and bantering shouts down the headset instead of his signature yes, baby? nobody could blame you for being upset that he was essentially more interested in those damn games than he was in you, his girlfriend of multiple years. 

the throbbing between your legs is growing to be overbearing now, and you need your boyfriend badly — need his fingers to stop pressing those stupid buttons and press against the puffiness of your clit instead. desperation pulls you towards the office’s half-open door and then inside, where jude is sitting, his eyes laser-focused on the blaring screens before shouting a displeased fuck off! to no one in particular as the monitor displays a message of GAME OVER, headset thrown down to the desk in exasperated resignation.

“juuuude,” you step into the role of needy girlfriend as fast as he dons the headset again. “are you finished now?” you’re hoping he turns around to see your oscar-worthy performance of painting on a pout and bambi eyes but his eyes are still drawn into the graphics of guns and warzones in front of him and he doesn’t even spare a glance your way.

“juuuuude!”

“one minute, babe, just need to get this high score then i’m done.” he’s still not looking at you and you can tell you guys are barely in the same reality, his every sense preoccupied with this stupid game. there’s no way he’s going to be getting that done in one minute nor is he ending it there — you’d be lucky to see him exit the room after three hours, probably having played through 5 more rounds and hopped onto another game. he was being so annoying and unfortunately, it was doing nothing to douse the flames in your core. 

and so you decide to kick your plans up a notch. if he won’t listen to you, fine. but he would never ignore the feeling of your skin on his, would he?   

jude’s busy chatting about tactics and skins and what-not with the friends he’s playing with and you occupy yourself by letting your hands run over his ears from behind — removing those pesky headphones — then his shoulders then down to the toned expanse of his jumper-clad chest, keeping your touch tender and unassuming to start with, lips finding their way to the shell of his ear — right before they leave a teasing kiss that barely ghosts over his skin.

“i need you, jude,” you whine, an inspired streak of the ‘damsel in distress’ in your performance now. “please, baby.” your hands are running down more shamelessly, fiddling with the zip of his trousers whilst his fingers falter at the controls. 

“y/n…” he tentatively warns and the way he says your name tells you that messing with him right now will have dire consequences. whatever gets me cumming tonight, you think to yourself; the urgent necessity to have him between your legs is far more dire. jude dares to simply slip his headset back on and focus on the game in hand. 

stepping up your own game and feeling that little bit more daring, you push his gaming chair back, letting the wheels do their job as you tuck yourself in under the desk, a look of disapproval on jude’s face for you as the muffled sounds of voices come from under his ears give the glint of a cruel idea forming in your eyes.

“and what do you think you’re doing?!” jude hisses out as your fingers find a route back to that zip on his trousers, pulling it down and taking his cock out of his boxers faster than he can say anything else. 

“stop me if you want.” you smile cheekily, eyes still doe-ish and feigning concern, before tapping the dark tip of his dick on the slickness of your tongue, savouring the almost-instant way he hardens in your hands. the grip he has on the controller seems harder, veins nearly ready to burst when you dip his head into the gaping of your mouth. 

you take the absence of him arguing against this as an incentive to carry on, to wrap your lips further down his length and really drive the message home with a tightening of your cheeks once the tip reaches the access to your throat. 

“fuck, baby…” jude tries his hardest to let only whispers escape his lips but he forgets the fortune he spent on getting this high-quality, high-sensitivity headset as he’s met with worried questions from his mates, all asking if he’s okay and about what’s going on. his spluttering reply of “u-uh, oh, nothing, i’m fine” has you catching on to the fact if you were really feeling brave, his friends would be able to hear every sound that the both of you make. 

you distract him with the tiniest of kitten licks on his tip, small enough to keep him focused on his game but rapid and desperate enough for you to not hand over victory before your gameplan is finalised with its last stage…

you’d normally struggle to take him in all at once, his girth being almost always too much to handle, but there’s a fire lit inside you tonight and you feel like you could take on anything to cool yourself down, including having a go at deepthroating jude in one go — all of the sake of fucking with him in the presence of his friends. 

it’s difficult, you’re not surprised because you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size, but you do make it in one sweep of your mouth, the muscles of your throat immediately constricting around the intrusion of his thickness, and jude nearly jumps out of his seat. the loudest groan you’ve ever heard him make escapes his lungs and he lets his fingers slip off the controller before that menacing GAME OVER lettering covers the screen. you can hear the jeering and taunting from his mates as he hastily takes off his headphones, the microphone attachment laying just centimetres above where you’re smirking up at your boyfriend, chest heaving and mouth gracelessly wet from the amount of spit it had to create to be able to form its attack on jude.

inquiries are coming from the headphones over jude and his whereabouts, the occasional “jude, you alright, bro?” filling the stand-off-ish atmosphere you’ve found yourself in as the man in question looms over you, now stood up before his hands clasp onto your head.

oh, you’re in for it now. 

“open. now.” he orders, not waiting for an answer as his tip slides past your lips the millisecond they part and you feel yourself instantly choking around his shaft when he pushes it all the damn way to the column of your throat. “this is what you wanted, right?” you hawk and splutter over the concrete-harshness of his cock as he begins his counterattack on you.

the twisted part is that you want to say yes, you have been wanting this. you’ve been thinking about the heftiness of his dick inside you — any which way, in any hole — since the morning, on your way to work, throughout work, on the way back. this is secretly your self-gifted reward for being so patient. 

“had to act up like a needy slut, didn’t ya? couldn’t even wait, could ya? always so fucking greedy, baby.” you’re whining your fake protests around the spearing movement of his cock, nails scratching at his thighs in an attempt to find some grounding, some sense of reality around you, trying so hard to not cum from the pussy-drenching harshness of jude’s words. 

“you wanted my mates to hear everything, didn’t you, sweetheart?” you weren’t exactly being quiet then so neither is he now; you wouldn't be shocked if his friends couldn’t look you both in the eyes next time you meet. “wanted them to hear how good you suck me off, how good you take me — wanna get them all jealous, huh?” 

you’re teary-eyed now, nose doing all the work in keeping oxygen flowing around your body, for you would’ve passed out from the constant ramming of thick, heavy cock inside your mouth and that combined with the white-hot words from jude’s lips? you fear it’s too much, legs spreading in their kneeled form, fingers reaching to soothe the pulsing of your clit. 

“don’t you fucking dare.” jude shuts that idea down quicker than it can come to life. “you don’t get to be a greedy girl and still have it your way, angel.” 

you don’t want to deal with the fact that you may be out of your depth right now, having unlocked a little bit of a darker side to jude. is it bad that you want it to invite it in and have it show itself to you in its full glory? 

jude slips himself out of the warmth of your spent mouth, your jaw doing its best to relax itself before he pats your cheek quite heavy-handedly. 

“c’mon, baby, remind me again of how you can be a good girl and maybe you can have it your way.”

[pha55ed]

Touch | F1/F2 (kimi bday celly!)

type :: fluff tw/cw :: gn!reader for all, one gendered-term for carlos contains :: kimi!, oscar, carlos request :: heyy! can you do touch by katseye for carlos, oscar and kimi? or choose whatever 2 other drivers u want if you dont feel like writing for these, im mainly requesting for kimi lol. im really excited to read the new stuff, love ur writing 💕 (yes ofcc!! i love carlos and oscar sm <33 and thank you!! ur so sweet :D ) link to kimi bday celly!

Kimi Antonelli | 04

Getting a crush wasn't on Kimi's 2024 bingo, instead it was on the list of the things that he didn't want. Focussing on racing has been what he's done all his life, he's barely had breaks or time to himself - so how the well would be able to have a girlfriend? He knew logically that a relationship would never work, and yet he couldn't stop the way his heart beat got faster around you.

As you came to the paddock once again, he wanted to scream. It was a internal fight that he could never win. On one hand, he was estatic to have you here to help cheer him on and watch him. It was going to push him 10 times harder to be better, to make sure to impress you. But on another hand, he was screaming because how he was shitting his pants and thinking of every bad outcome possible.

What if he crashes in the first minute and has to retire? What if he loses miserably and doesn't even have an excuse for why he sucked so bad that day? What if a different driver sees you and realizes how cute you are and tries to flirt with you, he's especially worried about Paul or Ollie finding you - he knew those two could pull anyone if they wanted.

He did his best to focus on the race, pulling off P7, not awful but not amazing. And god was he nervous, his hands were sweaty and forehead glossy from nerves. Before he could allow you to see him, he needed to freshen up in some way.

Rushing to his drivers room, trying his best to avoid anyone and everything so he can see you quickly. But when he walks into his drivers room, he's met with you looking at him whilst holding a little bouquet of flowers.

Suddenly his senses were all heightened. He could smell his sweat from his armpits, has he always smelt this bad? He could feel how loose his racing suit was on him, did he look too baggy? His breathing was still raggedy from racing, oh my gosh did his staggered breathing make him seem unfit?

And even worse, why did you look so perfect to him? God he hates this. It was like his entire plan for his future was crumbling all because some stupid person walked in and made his stomach flip. He was stuck there, frozen, staring at you with his mouth slightly open as he does his best to think of anything at all.

You confuse his silence with him not wanting you there, which even he didn't know if he wanted you in there or not. So you hand him the flowers, congratulating him on his placement as you left.

Long story short: he's awful with crushes. You WILL be the death of him.

Oscar Piastri | 81

Being nonchalant is basically his entire brand. That's why so many people freak out when they see him laugh or giggle, he's known as the next "Kimi Raikkonen" for a reason. So, when you begin to come to more races since you're the daughter of one of the head engineers at Mclaren, everyone notices how different Oscar is around you.

He usually just stands there,,, awkwardly,,, as if he's a Sim waiting for a command. But with you, he's suddenly fiddling with everything, doing his best to make sure he looks good. He constantly pushes his hair back, clearing his throat, making sure his shoulders are rolled back, you swear you even saw him MEW whilst you were busy talking...

This crush is noticed by everyone, the engineers, mechanics, lando, and even you. But there's one person who doesn't know: and that's Oscar himself. Somehow, he's fully gaslit himself into believing he's just nervous around you for other reasons.

He only pulls out your chair when you come to the group dinners because he's a gentleman. He keeps fixing his hair around you since it's windy, even if you're talking indoors. He can't stop staring at you because you stick out since you're the only girl in the Mclaren garage,,, even if you're not the only girl,,, there are like 10 other women who work in Mclaren.

But one day, Lando and Oscar are eating breakfast together before their free practice. That's when Lando boldly asks, "So have you made a move yet on (Y/N)?" Oscar replies with no, scoffing at his question as if Lando was asking something stupid. Lando has a small smirk from Oscar's reply. "So, can I shoot my shot?"

Instantly Oscar is confused, obviously no! But he's not sure why he wants to say no to Lando's desire to ask you out. Oscar literally tries to find every single reason as to why he doesn't want Lando to date you, even going as far to think he's possibly gay for Lando. He rules that out quickly though and connects the dots, he can't deny them anymore: he likes you.

From that point on, Oscar is an even bigger mess than he already is around you. He's already nervous, but now you swear you can see the buckets, yes plural, of sweat that he's making from even being in the same room as you. You know he likes you, everyone in the paddock as already told you, even Toto Wolff joined in,,, why is this grown man in some young adult romance...

Please, please, please, just confess your feelings to Oscar. He most likely won't get the guts to even THINK of asking you out for at least 4 months. And then he has to plan how he's gonna ask you out for another 2 months. And then he has to gather the courage to ask you out for another 4 months. And then... you get the point.

Carlos Sainz | 55

Unlike the other two, Carlos is older and more experienced than them. But of course, he's still going to be a tad bit flustered when it comes to you. You're one of the new videographers for Drive to Survive. All videographers were assigned a driver to film, and you got Carlos. Which you were grateful for since he's always super respectful and also very easy to film, since he looks good in every angle.

Carlos usually hated being filmed for Drive to Survive, he thought they were super annoying. But he couldn't bring himself to dislike you, even when you accidentally hit him with your huge camera - he still found you so endearing. He couldn't help but try to shoot his shot at you.

Every time you came to film him, he made sure to drop not-so-subtle hints that he liked you. Like saying, "maybe I should film you, you're much more beautiful" which you obviously reply by saying how handsome Carlos is - which makes him smirk. You fell for his trap of calling him beautiful, but was it really a trap if you've been thinking it from the very first day?

Or how you always have to remind him to look into the camera when speaking, because his dark brown puppy eyes can't help but stare at you instead. Or when you almost trip since the camera gear is so heavy and Carlos catches you, saving you almost $10,000 in damages. Or when you went to the bathroom, leaving your camera on the table only to be met with a camera shoved in your face that was controlled by Carlos, to which he laughed and repeated yet again, "you're stunning".

As you two get to know each other more and more, he becomes much more forward with his flirting. Greeting you with an air-kiss, brushing your hair behind your ears, and even buying you multiple bouquets of flowers. You couldn't help but blush at all of his actions, but you knew you needed to stay professional still to avoid getting fired. Carlos knew that too, he would never want his favorite camera-woman to get fired.

So it's a constant tug of flirting with you and you being bashful in return. It's a painfully long wait till the season end so that Carlos can finally ask you out on a date, since there's no longer a contract forbidding you two.