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mr. and mrs. ~ oscar piastri

Summary: Wedding of the year is finally here between the two favorite youngsters on the grid. Everyone is invited!

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Oscar and Y/N.

Y/N and Oscar.

Everyone knew them, everyone loved them.

Ever since the young Australian lad had entered the Formula 1 world, Y/N had entered it with him. Always by his side, always attending his races while also attending university.

They had been together for many years, practically having invented the term “highschool sweethearts”. Despite Oscar’s busy schedule and Y/N being at university, they always made it work, never letting the distance affect their relationship.

Moving together to the UK had represented the first sign that they were both in it for the long ride. Packing up their entire lives and moving across the globe to follow their dreams proved that their relationship and the love they had was real.

Real and pure.

When Oscar got the opportunity to drive in Formula 1 and Y/N started her studies, the time they spent together shortened by a significant amount, but they managed to make it work.

They talked on the phone every day, texting when neither of them could speak on the phone, they took every opportunity to visit each other when they had free time, with Y/N visiting Oscar at his races or Oscar coming home when he would have 2 weeks off between races.

They made it work.

But Oscar wasn’t satisfied. He needed something more. He needed something that would put his mind at ease when he would be away.

He needed to officially make you his.

Towards the end of the season, you had a few weeks off uni and decided to join your boyfriend in Qatar for the Grand Prix.

You hadn’t really chosen the best race to attend, the heat and the humidity making it really strenuous on your already tired body. But seeing the smile that Oscar had while doing the grid walk with you by his side made it worth it.

Being there for Oscar’s sprint win had been the highlight of your entire year. Seeing him cross the checkered flag first, seeing his name on that first position on every monitor around the paddock, the feeling was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

Up until the moment Oscar got out of the car.

He made his way over to where you were waiting for him after he celebrated a little with the team, taking off his helmet and balaclava and giving them to one of his assistants.

“How about that?” he asked, chuckling as he pulled you into his arms, careful not to squeeze you too tightly because he was sweaty.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Os. I can’t believe I was here for your first win” you said, your voice muffled because you had your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“It’s technically not considered a win bec-”

“Shut up and enjoy the moment” you interrupted, making him chuckle and continue hugging you.

As he let go of you, you didn’t notice him reaching for something behind his back, not even his assistant subtly handing him something as he appeared again from the garage. All you could focus on was him, and nothing else around you.

It only really hit you when Oscar lowered himself down on one knee in front of you, a red velvet box in his hand.

“Oh my God” you said, your eyes widening and your hands flying up to your mouth.

All around you, the McLaren team gathered in a circle, phones ready and cameras rolling to catch the sweet moment on camera.

“Y/N, I don’t even know whether words will suffice to say what I want to say right now. You’ve been by my side since we were kids, you moved to the UK with me and left your entire family in Australia just for me, and I can’t even begin to explain how much that meant to me. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, I frankly don’t think I could survive on my own if you weren’t here. I want to grow old with you, I want to have kids with you and build the life we’ve always talked about having. Y/N, will you marry me?” the words got stuck in your throat, so you settled for nodding feverishly.

The entire team around you cheered, but you could only see Oscar. As he got up and slid the ring on your left hand, you threw yourself into his arms and softly cried, the moment far too emotional to be able to hold back.

Your engagement had become national news in a matter of a couple of hours. Every media channel from the world had written about Oscar’s proposal in Qatar, speculating about when the wedding would be and whatnot.

It didn’t even feel like it had really happened when you stared at the ring on your finger, the feeling foreign but so welcome and like it was meant to be.

You and Oscar had multiple talks about when you would get married, where you would have the wedding and many other problems that came with being away from home and everyone’s families.

Which is why you decided to have the wedding back home in Australia.

After the season was finished and the winter break came, you and Oscar had started planning the wedding, which you settled to have after the last race before the summer break. He had already sent invitations out to the rest of the drivers, all of them very eager to attend the young lad’s wedding.

Lando was especially thrilled, but couldn’t help making jokes about how he had never thought Oscar would be the one getting married so young.

“What did you do to him, Y/N? You charmed him pretty damn well” he’d always joke whenever you guys would hang out in the garage before a race.

Yours and Oscar’s mothers took care of most of the things regarding the venue, the flower arrangements and catering, wanting to take the load off of you while you were halfway across the world.

The only thing that you had to worry about was picking your wedding dress and flying over to Australia to get married.

And when the day had finally come, excitement flowed through your veins.

Nicole and Oscar’s sisters had helped do your hair and make-up, your mother only watching as she sobbed quietly in the background.

“Mom, you’re gonna make me cry too if you don’t stop” you told her as you watched her through your mirror, making the other girls laugh.

“I just can’t believe my baby is getting married” she laughed, wiping her tears and walking up to stand behind you.

You smiled and took her hand, mostly to calm your nerves as well.

You were really getting married. And to the love of your life, which was a plus.

After you were prepped and ready to go, your father came to fetch you to walk you down the aisle. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you held his arm tightly and clutched the flower bouquet tightly in your other hand.

But your nerves disappeared like they had never even been there when the doors opened and you locked eyes with Oscar waiting for you at the end of the aisle, Logan beaming behind him as his best man.

The ceremony went by in a blur, the only focus on your part being on Oscar. You only vaguely remembered saying your vows and saying “I do”, your memory only having imprinted the first kiss you two shared as husband and wife.

You were positive that nothing could ever top this moment, getting married with all of your friends and families present, stepping into your new life with Oscar by your side.

Nothing could ever be better.

Nothing could top you becoming Mrs. Piastri.

Being Mr. and Mrs. Piastri.

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old-lorarri · 4 months

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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅𝐅 ─ 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ extremely awkward or extreme chemistry no one really knows at this point but don't worry it will all become clear soon ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ oscar piastri x fem! ferrari! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ dear god this one was meant to be longer but I wrote this at 2am on no sleep so please bear with me so enjoy! ❩

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anon ─ helloo i was listening to agora hills the other day and got an idea. what if a driver (maybe oscar? lando?) and reader are in a secret relationship and have to refrain from being too close to each other in public, but the reader just wants to show him off and kisses him in public? at first the driver is like “what if we get caught?” and reader just says “i hope they do.”

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f1version · 10 months

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CRUSH ★ OP81

pairing: oscar piastri x norris! reader ( she/her )

summary: One day you tweet about how your “last year crush” was your brother’s new teammate. Chaos, bad pick up lines, and confessions ensue.

notes: here’s what i promised my beloveds, goodnight! (or good evening/day/everything everyday) <33

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yourusername Amazing quali with the Papaya fam! So proud of the team, ＠landonorris and ＠oscarpiastri 🧡

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landonorris my biggest supporter 🧡🧡

yourusername sometimes i do love you 🫶🏻

landonorris you’re the worst sister ever

oscarpiastri my future WAG 🧡🧡

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landonorris OSCAR

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oscarpiastri Safety car didn’t get the memo. But what a car! 🧡

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yourusername You were insane out there, you may be my new favorite mclaren driver <333

landonorris I’ve never felt more betrayed in my LIFE

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lovings4turn · 1 month

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becca, my love. i saw that your blurb requests are open, so can i request oscar with "taking off their makeup when they're too tired"? thank you!

ᯓ★ 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 — 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

ahhh nora lovely thank you sm for sending this in !!! adore writing for oscar so thank you for giving me the opportunity to 🤭🤭 this ended up being longer than i expected but what can i say i got carried away !!! hope you like this lovely

indistinct dialogue washes over you as your ears tune in to the sound of oscar’s heartbeat, the sound much more preferable to the drama of the characters currently on the screen in front of you.

curled against your boyfriend’s chest, the glow of the television washing over you both and bathing you in a fuzzy, low light, you find it hard to keep your eyes open for longer than a minute at a time.

oscar is just so warm, the fabric of his hoodie against your skin so soft, and you had woken up disgustingly early that morning for an eight am class that preceded a long study session at the library. so, it’s no surprise that your exhaustion is quickly catching up to you, a lion stalking its prey.

since his gaze has been resting on you rather than the random sit-com for the past ten minutes, oscar is quick to notice the drowsiness consuming your features.

“let’s get you to bed, eh?” oscar asks, patting your side twice with the tips of his fingers to prompt you to stand.

“i’m not even that tired,” you protest, words coming out in a low whine thanks to your desperation to remain in the warm embrace of oscar’s arms.

“tell that to your eyes, sweetheart. they’re practically closed.”

almost on cue, you lift your hand to rub at your tired eyes before you stop abruptly, loose fist hovering just in front of your face. a frustrated noise escapes you, and your head falls back against oscar’s chest at the realisation.

“i still have to take my makeup off.”

oscar fixes you with a look of amused pity. though he’s clearly sympathetic to your plight, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your theatrics somewhat entertaining.

strong arms wrap around your waist, and oscar gently helps you to your feet, sending you off to bed with the promise that he’ll be right behind you.

curiosity picks at your mind, but you’re far too tired to argue or ask questions. your body operates on autopilot as it leads you down the hall to your bedroom, and you flop down onto the soft mattress without hesitation.

never had you been more thankful at oscar’s insistence that you wear his clothes as much as possible: already dressed in one of his old t-shirts and some pyjama shorts, getting changed into something cosier was not a problem you would have to tackle tonight.

oscar appears a few minutes later, and it seems that he’s brought the entirety of your skincare shelf with him. countless bottles and tubs are piled up in his arms, threatening to spill over as he fumbles towards the bed.

with furrowed brows, oscar drops the bundle of products onto your comforter and lets out a breath, beginning to survey the many different items sitting in front of him. “right then, let’s see,” he mumbles, picking up one product at a time and scanning the labels with such an intensity that, had you the energy, you would have teased him for.

“moisturiser, no. facial scrub, no. hyaluronic aci- what even is this stuff?”

you can’t help it. a laugh bubbles up in your throat, and though your eyes are heavy with sleep, oscar can see the way that the crinkle slightly at the intensity of your smile.

as fun as it is to listen to oscar grow increasingly confused with each skincare product he scrutinises, you decide it’s best to put him out of his misery sooner rather than later. “purple bottle, babe. might wanna grab some cotton pads, too. next to where you grabbed everything else from.”

oscar follows your instructions instantly, setting your makeup remover off to the side before he scoops the other products up into his arms once more, heading to return them to their rightful home in your bathroom. he soon returns triumphant, holding up the packet of cotton pads in his left hand as though it’s one of his racing trophies.

idiot, you think fondly.

soon, he’s sitting beside you, tilting your face upwards towards him with two fingers. the movement is tender, and you can’t help but lean forward to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

with a level of care you imagine someone would reserve for a newborn, oscar begins to swipe away at your makeup, putting a lot of effort into not tugging at your skin.

every so often, he speaks, questions of “feel alright?” and “not hurting you, am i?” filling the otherwise peaceful silence.

each time your answer is the same: a slight shake of the head with a reassuring hum. you’re convinced that oscar could never be anything but tender with you, and this only adds to your hypothesis.

a few seconds pass, and you can no longer feel oscar wiping at your face. your eyes flutter open, greeted by the sight of oscar admiring you with an adoring expression.

a light flush dusts the top of his cheekbones, and his lips are pulled up into a foolish, love-sick grin. he doesn’t shy away when he realises he’s been caught, only moves to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “now,” he starts, voice playful. “wanna tell me what the next step is, babe?”

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chrisevansonly · 3 months

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Hiya!

If you are comfortable with it could you do Oscar Piastri x pregnant reader?

I can just see him being so sweet and caring. Basically just a ball of mush 😂

Little Peanut 🥜

oscar piastri x pregnant!female reader

summary: that damn pregnancy pillow…

warnings: very fluffy and sweet

a/n: so i kinda got this idea and i hope it’s okay😭

Little Peanut, as Oscar would call the still growing baby in your stomach, was causing problems for him he wasn’t prepared for. Problems you weren’t aware of that could happen, and it left your poor husband miserable.

“It’s not fair!” he whined as you watched him from your spot on the bed

“Os…it won’t be like this forever baby”

“It feels like it!”

He had the cutest pout on his face, really he did look like a kicked puppy and it made your heart tug a little bit.

“Only 4 more months Oscar and you’ll be right back beside me, it’s not that long”

“Yes it is.”

What was causing his grumpiness, your beloved pregnancy pillow that was a gift from his mother Nicole. You absolutely adored it, sleeping with this pillow changed your life, but your husband was not happy at all about it.

“Come here…”

Oscar hesitated as you moved the pillow out of the way, even if you would need it to sleep you could tell he just needed a good cuddle and you weren’t going to deny the poor man of that.

He’d been cuddleless for too long.

“Really?”

“Mhm”

You watched the frown on his face turn into a shy smile as he made his way towards you, making a quick stop to press a kiss to your stomach, then settling down beside you and pulling your body into him gently.

The two of you lay quietly for a few minutes, Oscar’s hand trailing up and down your back soothingly, honestly that was almost enough for you to fall asleep, but there was that slight ache only your pillow could help: for now you’d stay quiet.

“Are you happy baby?”

“Yes thank you…”

Tilting your head back just enough you were able to kiss his cheek softly before smiling, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“Are you really sure you need that pillow…maybe-”

“Oscar?”

The room fell quiet before he sighed dramatically

“Peanut wins again…”

That pillow would be the death of him, but whatever little peanut wanted, little peanut would get.

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thatsdemko · 6 months

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hope you feel better - o.piastri

pairing: Oscar piastri x fem!norris!reader

warnings: suggested smut but not explicitly

a/n: I have a longer fic of Norris!reader x Oscar coming soon hopefully!

tossing his helmet into the nearest chair, he exhales a sigh. he knows he shouldn’t seek comfort in you, you’re busy floating on a high from your brothers podium. he’s confident you don’t have time for him, but when you see that frown tugging on his face, you stop in your tracks.

“osc,” the name escapes your lips with ease. it used to feel so unnatural, that tells you how many times you’ve said it in the past three months.

his big brown eyes scan your body. the McLaren tee is tight against your chest, he aches for the comfort of your breast as a pillow while he sulks. but he knows you better, you’ll lift his spirits rather than make him feel like he wants.

“it just wasn’t in the cards. the race had a bad start to begin with, which isn’t your fault, but you still performed despite that. don’t be so down.” you lean into the gap between his knees and press a kiss to his sweaty forehead, “I have to go, okay? I’ll see you—“

“stay.” the whimper that escapes his lips are pathetic. you’d cringe if it was any other man, but with his big soft eyes and tiny smile, you can’t help but cave in.

“my whole family will know I’m missing, osc.”

“let them look,” he speaks quietly, pulling you closer towards his lap, “you’re safe with me.”

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his arms are a like a blanket: soft and secure. his chest is warm like a fire, making you cozy up closer to him. he’d cracked open the hotel room window the second things heated up, your bra on the floor and panties somewhere around them, he’d needed air to fill his lungs again. the cold air of England was able to do that.

he keeps you close, your heartbeats in synch, you could stay here forever. but there’s a world out there begging to know you’re safe. you can feel their anger through the device tossed somewhere in the small hotel room. but you refuse to move.

turns out making Oscar feel better was just as easy as sitting on his lap on the ride home from the paddock. it didn’t take much else for a smile to form and many orgasms later, he’s in a better mood.

“I’ll walk you back.” his whisper pulls you back in. pressing your palms against his chest you sit up right,and roll off of him, “they deserve to know I stole you.”

“what if I want to just lay here with you? and forget reality forever?”

his eyebrows shot up to his forehead making wrinkled lines form, “forever is a big word, Norris. you sure about that?” he asks.

you mold your body back against his and allow the missing warmth heat you up once again, “I wouldn’t ignore all one hundred texts from my family for nothing, Oscar.”

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jamminvroomvroom · 7 months

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here me out, friends and bennies with oscar, but you guys both secretly have feelings for each other, then a fight breaks out cause he gets jealous at a club or something, then an angsty fight breaks but it ends with smut or something 🤭

messy

OP81 x reader

ty for the request! big in my oscar feels atm <3 i don’t loveeee how this turned out but i think i wanna expand this trope with oscar at some point

warnings: minors dni! 18+! language, creepy man in the club, implied smut, alcohol, sl*t is used in a not sexy way, implied physical fight, minor angst, some fluff

you liked to pretend there was nothing going on, that the way he looked at you didn’t affect you and that you hadn’t gotten all dressed up for him.

your relationship with oscar was complicated, friends with a bit on the side when the stress of his job and life got a bit too much and you each needed the extra comfort.

oscar didn’t seem like the type to engage in this kind of thing, in fact you’d never even looked at him that way before, until the night he won the f2 championship and you’d taken a heated tumble into his bed. it didn’t happen again for a while, you’d both managed to keep the urge at bay, but when he woke up in the middle of the night to the alpine fiasco, you were the one he called. you were the one he flew out to bahrain at the beginning of the f1 season, and you were the one that occupied his bed on most race weekends.

it wasn’t a thing, or, to put it more accurately, you both pretended it wasn’t a thing. you viewed yourself as emotional support, stress relief, a very close friend. you viewed him as a person that you could easily fall in love with, but you couldn’t get into the habit of thinking like that.

nonetheless, there you were in a club somewhere in japan, looking far too good to act like you didn’t have a motive. lando had dragged you and some others out, a double podium in suzuka the perfect excuse for a messy night in a foreign city.

oscar may have been good at hiding just how elated he was, but you knew him better than the media did, and you knew exactly how ready he was to celebrate.

in the spirit of having a good time, you’d disappeared over to the bar, fully intending on starting the night off on a high. you were ordering a round of shots when it got messy. it just wasn’t the kind of messy you’d anticipated.

a hand on your waist lured you in, assuming it was oscar, considering how confident the touch was. you leaned into it, but the hand felt wrong, the mould of it against the curve of you waist was wrong.

“what’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” the mystery man slurred into your ear, making you shiver in all the wrong ways. the line was icky and the way you felt his breath hit the curve of your ear was just plain disgusting. he wasn’t oscar.

“not you, that’s for sure.” you mumbled, pulling away. the hand on the waist tightened and you panicked.

the next few seconds were a blur, a flash of indistinguishable words coming from the creep, oscar’s body between you and the man, lando stood assertively behind him. you couldn’t tell what was being said, the music too loud and the sick twist in your stomach too prominent to focus. all you caught was the delightful asshole calling you an “f1 groupie slut”, and that’s when everything slowed down.

oscar knocked him on his sorry arse, while lando tried to move you out of harms way. your best friend, who would never hurt a fly, as harmless as a person could be was furious, and you couldn’t keep up with his movements as he handled the situation. you caught lando guiding the less than impressed bouncers to the pathetic mess on the floor, while oscar turned to you.

“are you okay? i’m so sorry, did he hurt you?” he cupped your face, shocking you. pda was not his thing. you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, finally at ease.

“just… take me back to the hotel.” you sighed. the privilege of being an f1 driver, you supposed, was the way all he had to do was nod at the bouncers and they let him leave.

it was all too much, the unwanted attention, a new side of the usually monotonous f1 driver, the confusion. oscar had defended you like his life depended on it, like you were his to defend. it topped protecting a friend, he had been blind with rage until the guy was indisposed. oscar didn’t just do things like that, that’s what had shocked you more than anything.

you were in a daze when the fresh air hit you, getting into the car that pulled up. the ride back to the hotel was dead silent, the city lights being both a perfect distraction and a banging headache in the making. you couldn’t stop yourself from looking out the window, though, because if you did, you’d have to look down at his hand intertwined with yours, and you didn’t think you could face that quite yet.

you didn’t get it. were you falling for him? of course you were. but he’d never given even a smidgen of indication that he felt the same way, and now what? he was scrapping in clubs with drunken idiots? over you? it made no sense, you didn’t know how to make it make sense.

the car slowed and your door was being opened for you. you stepped out, finding your feet as you walked on shaky legs into the foyer. oscar’s hand found the small of your back and despite better judgment, you fell into step beside him. he was so familiar, so comforting, you knew you were too far gone.

the way he looked at you in the elevator was dangerous, like he was staring into your bare soul, like he wanted to take you apart and put you back together.

he stepped towards you in the enclosed space. you reached out for him meeting halfway and then it was blissful. his lips slotted over yours, fireworks, hands on your body, frantic. yours were in his hair, threading through his curtains, a symptom of too much time on the road without a haircut. you liked this look though, he looked older, more undone. your back was against the cold wall and you moaned when his lips hit your neck, marking you up for the first time ever. was he making a statement?

“oscar-“ you started, ready to open a can of worms and questions, but you were interrupted by the ‘ding!’ of the elevator. it seemed to break the trance you were in and you both shuffled out of the lift.

“i think i should go back to my room.” you said quietly.

“oh.” was all oscar could muster, not trying to hide his disappointment one bit.

“i’m just… oscar, i’m confused.” you averted eye contact, looking longingly down the hallway towards your room.

“about what? about us?” he sounded defensive.

“is there an us? i don’t even know what this is anymore.” you sighed.

“‘is there an us?’ are you joking?” the defensiveness progressed into a state of pissed off, another rarity for him.

“i’ve never seen that side of you before, we’ve never been like this before.” you pointed between the pair of you, the weight of the space seeming to heavy to bare.

“i couldn’t just let that guy freak you out, it scared the shit out of me watching someone make you that uncomfortable. the idea of someone getting into your space, touching you…” he trailed off.

“why? why do you care so much? because we sleep together? because you didn’t like that it wasn’t you touching me?” the frustration got too much and the words you’d been threatening to say for months came spilling out.

“because you’re too important to me! because you mean more to me than i can even begin to understand.” a raised voice that you couldn’t recall hearing hit your ears and your heart sped up, ringing in your ears.

“oscar, i’m scared.”

“of me?”

“of losing you. what we have now, well, it is what it is. but you’re my best friend and the idea of anything changing, as much as i want it too-“

“do you want me? do you?” his eyebrows furrowed and his voice wavered in a way that made your stomach drop.

your eyes betrayed you immediately and he was kissing you again, softer this time, passionately. the hotel corridor felt too exposed for such intimacy and he was leading you back to his room. the door shut and your clothes were gone, a trail of them formed from the entrance to the foot of his king sized bed.

everything about that night still lingered on your skin. his butter melting kisses, finger prints on your hips, the drag of his grown out hair tickling the delicate skin of your inner thighs. you’d made sure to leave your mark too, his thick neck bruised purple, the trace of your fingerprints right over his heart.

it was all permanent now, every kiss, touch, whisper of affection, and when you fell into bed with him, weekend after weekend, it was the bed that you shared. he was all yours and you were more than happy to let yourself fall in love.

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folkloresthings · 7 months

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A little prompt maybe? Oscar didn't do well in a race and he's extremely frustrated even if he tried to act cool around everyone reader knows he's not alright.

Once they're finally by themselves Oscar can't help himself and starts kissing reader wanting to take his frustration out on reader.🤭

again, had to elaborate more than just thoughts for this because oh my god 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 longer than i meant to as well rip

it had been building all weekend. ever since he was ran off the track in qualification and lost out on a good starting position. the entire race had been, quite frankly, a disaster. you could barely watch it, the saying car—crash tv becoming all too real. but you had to be there for oscar, your loving boyfriend, because you knew how this would impact him.

he only sighed and gave you a quick kiss when you met him after the race. he didn’t have time to talk, ushered off to an interview, where he painted on that classic smile and shrugged the poor result off. but you could see it. those eyes you’d grown accustomed to had gone dim, disappointment hanging off of his every move. the others fell for his unbothered facade, but you knew him too well.

“you okay?” you finally asked oscar when you were both safe back in the confines of your hotel room. he’d been quiet the whole way there, the frustration and anger building the more times he replayed the race in his mind.

“fine,” he grumbled, slumping onto the edge of the bed, bouncing a little on the soft mattress. you pout, setting your bag down and slipping off your shoes. padding over to him, you slide yourself into his lap with ease. his hands find your waist by habit, legs straddling his thighs.

“can i do anything?” as soon as you offer, he’s got his lips on you. his kiss is hard, nearly knocking you backwards if it weren’t for the death grip he had on your hips. every bit of tension he’d been feeling spills past his lips, desperate for you to ease his pain.

when he breaks from you, lips swollen and breathless, your eyes are wide. oscar had always been gentle with you, even down to just a kiss, but there was a side of him slipping through that you didn’t know existed. and you’d never been so glad for a shit race.

“use me,” you whisper, stroking oscar’s stubbled cheek. his brows furrow, still catching his breath from the kiss. “you can use me. let it all out on me.”

you watch as your boyfriend’s eyes darken, understanding what you mean, hesitant hands creeping to the hem of your skirt.

“please,” you reiterate, shifting your hips on his hardening crotch. “let me help you relax. use me.”

in a flash, oscar’s on top of you and pulling your clothing from your body. the tear of your panties makes you shove him a little, mumbling something about your “favourite pair”, but the words fall away when he wraps his lips around your clit.

“fuck, oscar,” you whine, hand tightening in his hair. he’s a starved man, lapping you up like he’s been promised his last meal on earth.

pulling him up by the roots of his brunette locks, you revel for a second in the sight of his. his lips are slick with your wetness, pupils blown side. tasting yourself on his lips pulls a deep moan from your chest, grabbing lower at where his dick pulses hard against his middle.

“use me,” you repeat, guiding his tip to your dripping centre, clenching around nothing in desperation for him. “oscar, please. as hard as you want — just let go.”

it’s all he needs to slip into you, right to the hilt in one go, all breath leaving your chest at the feeling. he groans lowly, letting the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in wash over him. you grasp at his back, nails digging into his skin to urge him along.

“shit, darling,” oscar grunts, hips snapping against yours. your quiet hotel room fills with the sound of skin on skin, his moans and panting and your whines of his name. his grip was sure to leave a bruise in the morning, littering your breasts and middle. you whimper when he slips out of you, feeling emptier than ever, until he expertly turns you on your front.

his rough grip pulls your hips backward, ass rounding for his eyes only, letting him pound back into you at a brand new angle. it takes everything in you not to slump into the mattress, his endless fucking into you taking over all of your senses.

“stay right there for me, baby,” his australian droll fills your head, hands slipping to you front to hold you up. “feels so good, so fucking good. my girl, my good girl.”

his endless babble brings that white heat rising in your core, falling over the edge before you can even warn him. your thighs shake, collapsing into the soft bed as you gush on his cock, surely soaking the hotel sheets. the tightness of your hole as you cum squeezes oscar’s length with such a warmth that he’s crying out for you.

a few more hard thrusts and oscar’s load spills into you, coating your walls and dripping out of your pulsing hole once he slips out. falling down next to you, his hands turn gentle when he pulls you into his side, cradling your head to his chest.

“thank you,” he whispers and kisses your temple. “that really helped.”

“you should have terrible races every weekend if that’s the outcome,” you giggle, pressing yourself closer into him.

“no promises on the races,” oscar whispers. “but just say the word and i’ll fuck you silly whenever you want.”

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cieloclercs · 9 months

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Could you do a Oscar Piastri x verstappen!youngersister

secret glances, eyes talk of love — oscar piastri

pairings: oscar piastri x verstappen!reader

warnings. started out as fluff but it sort of turned into angst along the way?? not like superrr angsty but it’s definitely sad vibes

word count. 1.2k

author’s note. hi anon! thank you so much for the request <3 i loved writing this concept! ps, i’d definitely be open to doing a part 2 if anyone is interested 👀

Decked out in a Red Bull jacket and cap, it's a wonder no one outside the McLaren garages notices you. Maybe you've grown so used to sneaking around that it now comes as second nature. It's been like this since the start of the season: the secret kisses in quiet corners, making up excuses to get away from the Red Bull garage (and your over-protective brother), and, of course, your fair share of close calls. You aren't exactly inconspicuous in the paddock. There are eyes following you almost everywhere you go — but over time, you've learnt to avoid them. You can only thank your lucky stars no one seems to have caught on yet.

Sometimes you wish it didn't have to be this way; that you could be like any other normal couple on the grid. Kiss him when he triumphs, comfort him when he falls. The feeling can grow intense, especially after a day like today. You have to watch him on the podium like any other supposedly indifferent onlooker, pretending that your cheers are only for your brother on the top step. Oscar's first top-three finish in Formula 1 (albeit in a sprint race) is by no means insignificant, and all you want to do is pull him into you over the railing and kiss him. But you can't. Not here, not with your brother and father, and the whole world watching. You've already agreed that keeping your relationship a secret is best for the both of you. Yet that doesn't stop you from wishing for more.

Instead, you’re left to sneak into his driver’s room as soon as your brother’s back is turned. He’s caught up in the media pen, chatting with Charles. Another thing you’ve learnt over the past six months is never to miss an opportunity when it presents itself – this is as good as any you’ll ever find, because Max is talkative at the best of times, but even more so when his childhood rival is around. You leave them somewhere between ‘safety car restart’ and ‘left-hand tyre degradation’. He won’t even notice you’re gone.

Oscar is halfway out of his suit when you arrive. His back faces you, covered only by his white fireproofs. You can see every move of his muscles beneath them. You murmur a soft greeting as you step into the room and close the door behind you, heart lifting to see him turn to you and grin. To the world, you know Oscar will appear calm and level-headed about his result – but with you, in private, he’s as happy as a puppy dog being given his favourite treat.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” You whisper into his shoulder as he wraps you up into a hug. “You drove so well.”

His lips curve upwards, and you feel it against the skin of your neck. Oscar’s hands fall instinctively to your hips when you pull away, rubbing slow circles that he probably doesn’t realise leave burning trails against your flesh. You loop your arms around his broad shoulders, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, just as he likes. He lets out a contented sigh.

“I panicked at the restart.” Oscar smiles down at you sheepishly. You roll your eyes. It’s typical of him – always so critical, even when he’s just produced one of the best rookie performances in Formula 1 for years. Sometimes you wish he could see himself the way you see him. Then maybe he’d celebrate a little harder, look a little prouder when things finally start paying off for him. It’s not that he isn’t confident – but Oscar’s confidence is the quiet, self-assured kind. Sometimes you just wish he would shout from the rooftops about how incredible he is: because if you can’t do it, then you need someone to.

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him firmly, “No one was going to be able to hold off that rocket ship. Not even you.”

He giggles at the term. It’s such a lovely sound, you think. Your favourite in the entire world.

“D’you think you can get him to slow down a bit? Give the rest of us a chance?” Oscar asks, arching an eyebrow mischievously. You grin back, a little reluctant to shake your head.

“I wish I could, but he’s just not wired that way.” You sigh. It morphs into a giggle when he grips your waist tighter, pulling you into his chest. You look up, and he’s already gazing down at you expectantly. His hair is still a little sweaty from his balaclava, but you find you like it that way. He has the cutest little ringlet sticking out from the rest of his relatively tame curls. You fight the urge to tug on it.

“You still haven’t given me a kiss.” Oscar remarks with another cheeky raise of his eyebrows. He leans forward, puckering his lips the slightest bit, and you laugh, louder this time.

“You’re such a dork.” You snort. But you press your lips to his anyway. Somehow, they always taste like some kind of citrus fruit – what exactly you can’t put your finger on. It overwhelms you, clouding your mind and your senses, making your knees weak. They’re soft too, his lips, like pillows. You can feel him smile into your mouth, swallowing your soft sighs. It’s not fair, you think, that a person can make you feel this way with just a kiss; not fair that you’re grappling at his shoulders for support, afraid your knees are going to give out if you don’t. He never lets you fall though. His arms are always there, pulling you in, crowding you against the wall, in your hair, all over your body, lighting every inch of it on fire.

Then there’s a knock on the door, and the spell is broken.

You turn towards the sound, breathing heavily. Oscar glances at you, with a look that reads keep quiet. He clears his throat, calling through to whoever is stood outside his driver’s room.

“What is it?” he croaks.

There’s some shuffling from the other side of the door. Then: “Uh – Team meeting in ten minutes.” The person says. Oscar calls back some kind of affirmation, but you don’t hear it. That feeling is back. The one where you long not to hide in secrecy. It’s so unfair that he makes you feel so safe, so loved, and you can’t even show it to the rest of the world. You want people to know that he’s yours.

“You ok?” Oscar asks after a beat of silence. Your eyes find his, and you nod. I will be, maybe, you think. You want to tell him that you’re sick of hiding, but you’re not sure how he’ll take it. You both have a lot at stake. What if he can only love you in secret, never in front of the world?

He kisses you goodbye, and you allow yourself to believe that’s not the case. Oscar isn’t shy about his affections – he’s soft and he’s clingy and his eyes when he looks at you are full of love. They’re your own reflected straight back at you. One day you’ll walk into the paddock, and it’ll be with his hand in yours. You swear it.

But if he doesn’t want that, a life in the shadows is surely better than a life without him.

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goldsainz · 9 months

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FLOWERS FOR YOU — one shot.

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

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summary: you miss your boyfriend, and he misses you.

request: “You got me flowers and aw did you miss me for Oscar Piastri please?”

warnings: this is very short… but other than that, none

NOTE: first writing for my 2k celly! actually feels unreal that there are 2k of you here…

[ word count: 627 ]

Oscar was often away from your shared flat. His job was demanding, and you understood why. But sometimes the bed felt too cold, or the kitchen too empty.

In every sense your boyfriend was essential to your home, which was why you were very excited for the summer break. It was almost a whole month with Oscar for yourself (of course, his family and friends too).

You didn’t want to be selfish with his attention, but the urge to have him all for yourself was very strong. Nonetheless, you waited up for him to arrive to your shared flat.

It was around one in the morning, his flight had landed a while ago but it wasn’t a quick drive from the airport to where you lived. So, you did your best to remain awake for his arrival despite having an exhausting day yourself. You couldn’t wait to see him.

The minutes ticked by, but finally the lock on your door clicked, and you knew. You knew Oscar was back to you, back in Australia.

You fought the urge to run to him. Too tired to even really muster the thought, but also, he was probably exhausted from the long flight and would not be able to deal with your over excited attitude. And frankly, you didn’t have that much energy left in you.

“Y/N?” His voice was quiet, almost as if he was wary of whether you were awake or not.

“Oscar!” You exclaim, pulling yourself up from the couch to properly greet him.

You went to hug him, but was stopped by the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“You got me flowers?” You asked, grabbing the beautiful set of flowers he had gotten you. The smell made you smile, as you watched his cheeks tint the lightest shade of pink.

“Figured I’d bring something nice,” He says while scratching the back of his neck, “I wasn’t really sure which ones to bring so I—”

“They’re perfect.” You cut him off, placing the flowers on the table closest to you.

Oscar relaxes at your words. He puts down some of his bags, and now that his hands are truly free of anything, he takes a moment to properly hug you.

The moment he hugs you, you momentarily forget how much you missed him. You fit perfectly in his arms, his hoodie is soft against your skin and it makes you snuggle further into him. You don’t want to let him go, but neither does he.

A moment goes by, and while you know your boyfriend must be exhausted from the long flight, you don’t let go of him. You cannot bring yourself to pull away, not even when Oscar makes a move to separate himself.

“Aw, did you miss me?” His voice is a melody to your ears, one that you had been deprived of. Video calls and regular calls don’t do justice to the beauty that his voice is, the utter softness his words have when he speaks to you.

“You bet I did.”

“Yeah? Well, I missed you too.” He whispers, like it’s a secret only meant for you to ever hear, “A lot.”

“A lot lot?”

“So much. You have no idea.”

“In that case, you’re not allowed to leave me for a very long time.” You declare, pushing yourself a little bit off him to look him in the eyes. Your words no longer muffled by his hoodie and the way your pressed against him.

“How long?”

“Until you tire of me.”

Oscar smiles fondly at your words, “I don’t think I ever will.”

“Then you’re not ever leaving.” He huffs out a laugh, and you slightly shake from the rumble in his chest.

“And I’ll be happy not to, darling.”

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faerieroyal · 2 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !

— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 + 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

( warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of crying, my wishful thinking for the upcoming f1 season )

“and that’s it! oscar piastri is the winner of the 2024 australian grand prix!”

for possibly the very first time, you’re very glad you and oscar don’t have any pets; it’s entirely possible the scream you let out right at this moment would give any small animals in hearing distance a heart attack. leaping off of your bed, you let the adrenaline and pure joy of this moment overtake you, jumping all around your bedroom and whooping as you punch your fists into the air.

if you’re this excited, you muse once you’ve calmed down enough to pause and catch your breath, you can only imagine how happy and overwhelmed oscar must be feeling. he’s just won his first grand prix, and even better, he’s just won his home race.

your boyfriend has just become a formula one race winner. you wish, from the bottom of your heart, that you had a younger version of oscar standing in front of you right now, so you could tell him that all the work he was putting in would be worth it some day. you suspect that oscar himself would probably want to do the same thing.

practically flinging yourself back onto your bed, you pull your computer back onto your lap, just in time to watch max verstappen shower your boyfriend in champagne from where he stands on the second step of the podium. oscar laughs on your screen as the golden liquid pours over his shoulders and turns to spray max in return, but the camera filming him also picks up the red rimming his eyes and the tears still glistening on his face - happy tears, you can only assume, from all the emotions he must be feeling at a moment as amazing as this.

he looks strangely beautiful like this, taking a moment to drink from his own champagne bottle with skin flushed from adrenaline and emotion and glistening with overjoyed tears and champagne, and you wish desperately that you could be there with him. you’d both known going into this relationship that you wouldn’t be able to attend every race, of course, since you have a life of your own and a job that doesn’t allow you to work remotely, but that doesn’t mean not being there in person to celebrate with him after a good race or comfort him after a bad one doesn’t suck sometimes. it sucks more than ever right now, when something as fucking incredible as this has just happened and you can’t be there to give your talented, beautiful oscar a congratulatory kiss and spend the whole night telling him how proud you are of him.

once the stream on your computer switches to media interviews, you switch it off and close the laptop - as much as you want to keep watching oscar basking in the glow of his win, you know he hates media anyway, and as mean as it might be, you don’t really want to have to sit through the interviews with other drivers that will be shown before they get to your boyfriend. besides, you still have things to get done tonight while you wait for oscar to give you his usual after-race call.

it’s something you and oscar always do, after a race and the debrief and everything else he has to do on a race. normally, your facetime calls can last for hours as you talk and laugh and sometimes just stay silent, taking each other in, and they’re something you’ve come to treasure, but you’re sure your call tonight won’t last nearly as long. oscar has just won his first formula one race; no doubt he’s going to be taken out to party and celebrate the moment he’s showered and changed, and that isn’t going to leave a lot of time for a call with you. which, honestly, you’re more than fine with - you want him to go out and have fun, to celebrate his win even if you can’t be there to do it with him.

the call comes in as you’re sitting on your living room couch folding laundry, a candid picture of oscar making an exaggeratedly sour face in his mcclaren suit popping up on your phone screen. hurriedly you toss the pair of shorts you’ve been folding to the side and scoop up the phone to answer it, oscar’s beautiful, smiling face taking up your screen as the connection goes through.

“oscar jack fucking piastri,” you exclaim before he has the chance to get a word out. “how dare you win your first race without me there. i oughta break up with you right now.”

oscar chuckles, dipping his head and allowing a few stray strands of hair to fall into his face, making him look terribly soft and sweet. his hair still looks sticky with champagne and sweat, you notice; he didn’t even wait to shower before calling you.

“well, sorry about that,” he replies in an amused voice. “here’s hoping you’ll be there when i win the next one so we can celebrate properly. i mean, lando offered to give me a congrats kiss in your place, but i doubt he would’ve been any good at it.”

you lean your head back laughing at that, before agreeing, “yeah, here’s hoping. so what are you doing to celebrate? gonna show lando and logan australia’s hottest clubs?”

oscar snorts, and then says something totally and completely unexpected, at least to you: “nah. ‘m staying in tonight. would rather talk to you anyway.”

“what?” you burst out, shocked. you’ve known since you met him that oscar’s never really been one for crowded social settings, especially ones as loud as clubs tend to be, but you’d assumed this would be an exception. “oscar, you just won a fucking formula one race. your first one. and you’re not gonna go out and celebrate that?”

“i am celebrating,” he replies, completely casually, like the two of you are just talking about the weather and you’re not trying to talk him out of ditching celebrating a race win just to talk to you. “i’m celebrating by spending the whole night talking to my awesome partner who I really wish was actually here right now - or at least the whole night after i take a shower, probably, ‘cause my hair feels kinda gross right now-” he runs a hand through his locks, looking a bit sheepish. “-instead of going out and getting shitfaced and watching logan completely fail at flirting. much rather be doing this than that, i promise.”

once the shock of his plans for the night fades, you think, for a brief second, that you could honestly cry right now. here’s your boyfriend, having just achieved a dream that you know he’s been working towards since he was old enough to drive a kart, and instead of going out and drinking and dancing with his friends to celebrate… he just wants to spend the night talking to you. it’s such a simple expression of love, really, simple and wordless, but it’s so utterly tender and sweet that you wish, not for the first time tonight, that you were there with oscar right now, so you could kiss all over his beautiful face and let him know how much you love him right back.

“i mean, unless you had plans tonight,” oscar continues, completely oblivious to your adoring inner monologue, and his sheepish expression increases. “sorry, i should’ve asked, it’s totally cool if you have something else-”

“no, no,” you interrupt, shaking your head vehemently. “i don’t have any plans, it’s fine. and even if i did i’d probably cancel them. i’d rather be here with you than somewhere else, too, osc.”

oscar blinks in response to that, before a shy little half-smile takes over his face, and he asks softly, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you say with a soft smile of your own, and you hope that that facial expression conveys everything you can’t quite put into words - how much you love him, how unbelievably proud you are of him, how absolutely fucking grateful you are to have him in your life, to have someone who will do things like this for you without a second thought, because that’s just the kind of person he is.

you’re pretty sure a simple smile doesn’t convey all of that, but you’re also not sure you’ll ever be able to put all of that into words that will convey how much you mean the sentiment. so you settle, in this moment, for doing what oscar wants: you settle back into the couch cushions, bring your legs up to your chest so that you can rest the hand holding your phone on your knee, and begin, “so, you will not believe what happened at work today…”

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cutielando · 2 months

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goals ~ oscar piastri

instagram au

synopsis: Oscar and Y/N's relationship is everyone's favorite, the fans saying they crave a relationship like theirs.

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yourusername you need to step up your game, babe

oscarpiastri are you seriously suggesting i’m losing you to the mclaren admin?

mclaren she’s not suggesting it, it’s already happening

oscarpiastri on it yourusername 🫡

lilymhe you were gorgeous, babe❤️❤️

yourusername i could say the same about you❤️

francisca.cgomes we stole the show

alex_albon ...

pierregasly ...

oscarpiastri ...

yourusername sorry boys

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oscarpiastri we celebrated in style last night tagged: yourusername

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yourusername yes we did 🥵🥵

oscarpiastri 😘🫶🏻

landonorris you two are disgusting

yourusername no, u

logansargeant i hope you used protection

oscarpiastri mate, wtf

yourusername don’t worry, eagle. we did

oscarpiastri babe, did you have to say it?

yourusername you know i had no choice

mclaren you’re not making our job any easier, y/n - PR

yourusername ooops 🤭

user1 Oscar is wilding man 😭😭

user2 this is the dirtiest post we’re gonna get from him and i’m here for it 💀

oscaaaaahpastry not y/n being scolded by McLaren 💀💀💀😭

lando.norrriiiiizzxxx imagine the PR nightmare she causes behind closed doors we don’t get to see 😭

user3 she’s a menace and i’m here for it 😉😉

user4 we love seeing Oscar being dirty 😩😩

yourusername same

user5 😭😭

user6 she is so unhinged and i love it 😭😭

landonorris atta boy

mclaren Lando, please, don’t make it worse 😭

oscarpiastri 🫢🤭

yourusername we’re sorry, McLaren admin :(

mclaren no, you’re not

yourusername no, we’re not

oscarpiastri we’re really not

maxverstappen1 these photos aren’t doing the night any justice…

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oscarpiastri you weren’t any better, shut up

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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ─ 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐒𝟐 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ oscar has a case of mistaken idenity or a double life either way the headline makes for some funny posts from his two partners ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ oscar piastri x fem! american! gf! reader x logan sargent ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ season is over!!! no dutch or austrian national anthem for the next three months and since this logan might not be racing next season this on is for @wtfisakilometer2 become a charle girly next season so enjoy! ❩

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user my roman empire

yourinstagram how do you plea? ⤷ oscarpiastri innocent. ⤷ logansargent alex bring me THE AXE ⤷ alexalbon this is going to be a long day

user I love them so much

user my parents ya'll

user god I want to be there 4th

logansargent mama I'm in love with a criminal ⤷ yourinstagram a sexy ass criminal ⤷ oscarpiastri your know it ⤷ yourinstagram now get your sexy ass back to bed I need some double cuddles ⤷ oscarpiastri On my way!

user okay but logan sleeping ontop of Y/N IS SO CUTE

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user Y/N and logan's comments are everything

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─ requested by . . .

anon ─ Poly!oscar and Logan x reader smau, maybe she’s American and her and Logan torment Oscar

anon ─ I just need more Logan😿 pls mamita😞😞😞 im going into a depression

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f1version · 7 months

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HERE WITH ME ★ OP81

pairing: oscar piastri x childhood friend!gf!reader ( she/her )

summary: You, Oscar’s girlfriend (and former best friend), has supported him no matter what. Here are some of your best (twitter) moments!

or this request

notes: for some reason this is what i thought of while listening to that song. it’s all a vibe, it’s osc celebration time.

2k celebration ★ navigation

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lovings4turn · 19 days

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𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — send in someone i write for + a prompt(s) and i'll write a lil blurb

oscar piastri + going in for a kiss and either bumping noses or foreheads!!!!

steph this is so fucking oscar coded it's actually mind-blowing to me omg ,,, thanks so much for sending this in sweetheart , loved writing it <333

is it possible to face medical complications from enduring an excessive amount of excitement? you’re sure you’re about to find out.

because oscar, your oscar, has just won his first formula one grand prix, and your heart is fit to burst with pride. so many years of hard work, long nights and early mornings, and determination have finally paid off. on top of that, you’re lucky enough to be there to finally witness the fruits of his labour.

when he clambers out of the car, face still obscured by his racing helmet, you can picture the beaming smile hidden beneath, brighter than the sun currently beaming down onto the racetrack.

along with the rest of his team, you’ve rushed over to the pitlane, secured a spot front and centre to bear witness to his adrenaline fuelled celebration, his fist pumping the air with a vigour you’ve never seen him possess.

despite the chaos going on around him, oscar’s eyes instantly dart to you, somehow able to pinpoint you in the crowd of people shouting his name and whooping.

he wastes no time.

within seconds, oscar is right in front of you, tugging his helmet and balaclava from his head before pulling you into a tight hug. you’re babbling, spewing a jumbled speech littered with praise and congratulations, yet oscar looks at you like you’re reciting poetry.

perhaps it’s the excitement, or the camera inches away from his face, but when oscar leans in to press a celebratory kiss to your lips, he misses. instead of lips meeting, his nose bumps your own, the movement clumsy yet endearing.

the both of you groan, and all oscar can do is laugh. of course his first race win would be eclipsed by his inability to land a kiss to his girlfriend’s lips.

lando will never let him live this down, especially not when the whole ordeal has been caught on camera; oscar just thanks god that his overtaking today was far smoother than his attempt to initiate a kiss.

he’s rushed off quickly after for his post race interview and podium ceremony, and through his hazy cloud of excitement, you’re still at the forefront of his mind.

so yeah, he may have fumbled this celebration, but god, will he make it up to you later.

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Can i request a dad!oscar pleaseee

Beauty King? 👑

oscar piastri x female reader

summary: oscar is on beauty duty…which can only mean one thing

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

a/n: dad!oscar is just 🥹 i love doing these little blurbs so much

The giggles could be heard from all the way down in the kitchen where you were hard at work making a snack for not only your precious little Olivia, but your husband who was being held captive by the six year old on what he called ‘beauty duty.’

“Daddy hold still!!”

“I am darling…”

“NO the sparkles are going everywhere!!!” she squealed in worry.

Oscar was sat on the smallest chair he has ever sat on at Olivia’s beauty station in her playroom, he is covered in fluorescent eyeshadows and glitter. Normally this is an activity he’d not enjoy, but the smile on his little girls face is worth every slight burning sensation he gets on his skin.

“Alright, alright i’m sorry baby, i’ll sit still”

“Thank you daddy…mommy!!!”

Smiling at your daughter’s enthusiasm you lean on the doorframe, holding back a laugh while your husband narrows his eyes at you, begging you silently not to take a photo.

“Photo please mommy!”

“Oh peach I thought you’d never ask!”

Olivia went over and climbed up to sit with Oscar, a smile on her face as they both looked at you. You had to admit as ridiculous as he looked, this was such a sweet moment for the three of you. Olivia was Oscar’s biggest fan, and he soaked up every minute of the time he shared with his little girl.

“Alright you two beauty queens, it’s snack time…Liv will you help daddy take his makeup off before you eat baby?”

You watched the toddler sigh dramatically, holding her dad’s face as if she was getting a good look at her masterpiece before she nodded

“Okay mommy”

Sending Oscar a wink you disappeared back downstairs, letting the two of them finish up playing, the sounds of giggles and laughter once again filling your home with a love you only ever dreamed about before.

Thankfully this week, it was Oscar on beauty duty…because sooner and not later, you’d be next, but when your makeup artist was as cute as Olivia..it wasn’t that bad.

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