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𐙚20 pure fun and whimsy🤍 mdni 18+ blog

[dolcecherub]

masterlist ,｡:*:･ﾟ☆

☆ here's the masterlist for this blog with all the fics i've written !! (i am really not good at descriptions so please bare with me lol)

always open to requests, or if you just wanna chat ♡

intro post - get to know a lil about me!

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Oscar Piastri (OP81)*:･ﾟ

✮ only girl in the world - smut and pining, coworkers, fem!reader, 18+

✮ surprise pit stop - smut, boyfriend oscar, fem!reader, 18+

✮ don't cha - inspired by don't cha by the pussycat dolls

✮ safe with you - best friend's brother, pining, hurt/comfort

✮ off the record - pr manager!reader, pining, fluff, smidge of angst (if you squint)

✮ so close, so cruel - smut smut smut, teasing, boyfriend osc, 18+

✮ say you’re mine - smuttt, best friends brother, pining, slightly angry confession, 18+

✮ first class seat on my lap girl - smut, dancer!reader, tate mcrae dance, dirty asf, 18+

✮ just ours - pregnant!reader, fluffffff, protective oscar

✮ eyes off track - grid!girl reader, flirting and pining, oscar is smitten

✮ overflow - 18+, smut, breeding kink, obsession, lots of smut like crazy

✮ too close for comfort - 18+, childhood best friends, pining, smut, possessive osc

✮ quiet on the radio - 18+, smut, slight voyeurism, dirty talk

Dramione (draco x hermione)

✮ sapphire and silver - coworkers, pining draco, smut, birthday sex, 18+

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[dolcecherub]

took a little break, touched some grass, laid in the sun and learned to love life again <3

just realized that its officially been two years since i started this blog and i couldn’t be more grateful for the love and support that each fic brings and im so joyed to know there are people everyday enjoying something i crafted

been scheming, been writing, and i hope to be out with something soon now that the slump is gone and it feels good to write again

hope you are all doing so so well and thank you always for everything

happy pride and happy race week babies <33

[dolcecherub]

LOVEE THE FWB FIC IDEA HAHAHAHA I know ur writing would eat for that ideaaaa 🧘‍♀️😈

LITCHERALLY scheming and planning right now… LOL - i do have a couple requests still in the works but im hoping a slightly fresh start will give me the kick of motivation i need to continue writing

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he looks SICKENING in the photo - the way my brain autopopulated a fic idea where reader and osc (fwb) is doing test drives for mclaren and hes watching her… it will go to the agenda i guess

[dolcecherub]

so… depression hit like a bus full of a ton of bricks… so i really do apologize for being mia. i think im trying to just find my flow and happiness in writing before i put out anything. id rather write something i love and am proud of then write something for the sake of likes and reblogs. i thank you all always and love you all so much and i promise to put my all into this next piece

stay safe babies and happy soon to be race week 🫶🏼

[dolcecherub]

guys trust as soon as i finish this exam you will be getting that new oscar fic…. thank you all for being so patient and still supportive it makes me tear up <3

[dolcecherub]

just went down a rabbit hole of seeing creators discuss like AI writing and fanfic AND OMG I HOPE YALL DO NOT THINK I WRITE USING AI

that would actually kill me like tear my heart out of my chest. i DESPISE ai and i hate that we now have to constantly analyze whether something is ai or not

as someone who learned to write professionally first i tend to, i guess, formalize my grammar and writing sometimes but i hate that to some it will sound like ai

AI WAS TRAINED USING REAL WRITTWN WORK

anyway i promise yall it takes me MONTHS to put out a fic because im picking my brain trying to make everything sound good so i apologize but again i would hate to get accused of ai and i needed this rant out of me

i love you all, and thank you for always enjoying my writing i hope to put out some stuff soon (maybe also a possible ilia malinin fic…👀)

mwah <3

[dolcecherub]

lots of ilia malinin on my timeline and for you pages recently… and wooh😛😮‍💨 wow

thats all.

[dolcecherub]

Any life updatessss ?!!?? how are u feeling going into this new year 😇😇💘

hiya anon!!! honestly no big updates just cruising through life rn, still working my HR job *eye twitch* but life is pretty good!!

currently working on an oscar x lando’s gf fic and still working through the logistics of a maxton hall oscar au (but i am very adamant on writing it, im thinking chapter per episode type beat) - also thinking of changing my aesthetics for the account a bit but thats a later problem

i feel good going into this new year, i promised myself a lot of time to just focusing on me and doing things that serve me and make me happy and i would say its helped me a lot and i feel great! i think its improved my mental health a lot and in turn my physical health so im feeling good and always happy which is awesome!

i hope you are all doing well babies and expect a fic soon ish (kinda) LOVE YA MWAH <333

[dolcecherub]

still ours ༊*·˚

༊ pairing: oscar piastri x pregnant f!reader

༊ content: flufffff, other drivers, pregnancy announcement kinda, just a lot of fluff tbh

༊ yap: hi babies, here is a long awaited follow to just ours, as requested by anon here, so thank you!!! i hope you all enjoy, and I have a smut fic coming up next whenever that be! Thank you all for your unwavering support and patience i love u all and enjoy!! mwah

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The morning doesn’t rush you.

It never really does when Oscar’s there, when his arm is heavy and warm around your waist, when his breathing is slow and even against the back of your neck. The curtains are half-drawn, the morning sun spilling across the hotel room, catching on the white sheets, Oscar’s discarded suit jacket draped over a chair from the night before.

You wake first.

You usually do nowadays. 

You lie there for a moment, still listening to him breathe, puffs of air hitting the back of your neck, the solid weight of his hand resting just below your ribs. He tended to do that more since you had told him.

Your fingers drift down to lace with his.

He stirs instantly.

“Mornin’,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, his accent more prominent than ever in the early hours of the morning. His lips brush your shoulder, pressing a soft, lazy kiss there.

“Morning,” you whisper back.

He tightens his arm slightly, pulling you closer until your back is flush with his chest. His nose nudges into your hair, breathing you in like it's instinct.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You smile to yourself, fingers brushing over his knuckles. “Yeah. Really okay.”

That makes him smile, too, you can hear it in the soft exhale he lets out. 

You slowly shift, turning your body to face him. His eyes are still heavy-lidded, soft in a way only you ever see, and a slight stubble sprinkles across his jaw. Your hand reaches up to play with his hair, pushing some away from his forehead, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“I was thinking,” you say after a moment, “Maybe… today.”

His brows knit together just slightly. “Today?”

“We tell them,” you clarify. “Not everyone at once. Just…properly.”

Oscar goes quiet. Not tense, just thoughtful.

He glances down towards your stomach, then back at you, hand slowly gliding across your back soothingly. “Okay,” he says eventually. You lean in and kiss him, slow, warm, unhurried. 

It feels like a promise.

༊*·˚

Lando’s the only one you tell separately.

Oscar insists, says it like it's obvious, like there was never another option. 

“He’ll know something’s up anyway,” Oscar mutters as you walk down the quiet corridor toward his driver's room. “Better to control the chaos.”

You laugh at his excuse, “You love him.”

“I tolerate him,” Oscar replies with a quick glance. His lips twitch upward anyway. 

You knock on the door lightly, a faint ‘come in!’ ringing out from behind the door. Lando’s sprawled across the couch in the driver’s room, phone balanced precariously on his knee, headphones half-on. He looks up the moment you step inside, eyes narrowing immediately at the sight of you. 

“Nope,” he says, “Absolutely not.”

Oscar closes the door behind you. “What?

“You both look suspicious,” Land says, sitting up. “You never hunt me down together unless something’s wrong.” He huffed, pulling his headphones off. “Last time you hunted me down was to pose an intervention about pranking the team; this cannot be good.” He rambled, eyes slightly wide with worry as he stood up. 

You glance at Oscar, then back at Lando, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth. “Nothing’s wrong,” Oscar says, voice light with a chuckle. The two of you sat on the couch opposite the one Lando had previously been sprawled across. 

“That’s worse.”

Oscar gestures to him, “Sit.”

Lando squints. “I don’t like that tone.” 

“Lando.’

‘...okay.” He sits slowly, bouncing one knee, watching you like he’s bracing for impact. “I feel like I’m about to be grounded.”

Oscar doesn’t rush, reaching down slowly, picking up the small gift bag he’d tucked beside his chair. The one Lando had failed to notice through his own panic. Oscar set it on the table between you. 

Lando stares at it. “What is that?”

“Open it,” Oscar says. Lando shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh. “Is this you finally getting me back? I promise I’ll make it up, the pranks weren’t that bad I-” 

“Lan just open it,” Oscar huffs, cutting off his rambles. “Why are you so calm?” Lando asks nervously, but does as he’s told. You toy with your fingers nervously, a small smile still adorning your face. Oscar grabs your hand, pulling them apart to lace his with yours, thumb brushing your knuckles softly. 

He peers inside, tissue paper crinkling loudly as he pulls the item out of the bag. He freezes.

The tiny racing shoes sit in his hands, impossibly small. You had kept them in your suitcase for the last few races in case you finally felt ready to tell others. You silently thanked yourself for bringing them along all these weeks. 

“Oh,” he breathes. 

Your heart hammers. Oscar’s hand slides to your thigh, grounding as he squeezes a little. 

Lando looks up at you, eyes wide. “You’re joking.” 

You shake your head. “Nope,” you whispered, popping the ‘p.’ 

There’s a beat, one long, silent beat, and then Lando’s face crumples completely. “Oh my god,” he whispers, standing abruptly. “Oh my god!”

He laughs once, sharp and breathless with disbelief, then drags a hand down his face. “You’re- you’re actually-” He points between you. “You’re going to be parents?”

Oscar nods, eyes bright. They always shone brighter when he talked about the baby or you. 

Lando doesn’t hesitate. He steps forward and pulls Oscar into a hug so tight that Oscar lets out a surprised huff. You laugh at the noise he lets out. 

“You’re going to be such a good dad,” Lando says fiercely, head resting on Oscar’s shoulder. “Like annoyingly good.” 

Oscar laughs, “Thanks, Lan,” he whispers, “you are crushing me.” He says, voice slightly strained. 

“Good,”

Then Lando turns to you, slowly, much gentler, and wraps you up carefully. As if you were made of glass.

“You okay?” he whispers, his eyes darting over your face before glancing down at your stomach. “Like… actually okay?” 

You nod, smiling through the tears glazing over your eyes. “I’m really happy,” He exhales shakily, a smile pulling his cheeks wide as he laughs. “Good, really good. I love this. I am so happy for you two. How far along are you?” He asks, a hand resting softly on your back as Oscar watches the whole thing, chest tight with affection, eyes soft.

“Five months,” you let out softly, expecting a loud reaction from Lando. 

“What!?” 

You were right. He looks baffled that you two had kept it for so long; you can physically see the gears turning in his head as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Oscar, mouth slightly agape. 

“Y-you kept that for five months without telling me?! Y- Oh my god, that’s why you didn’t drink when we won the constructors back in Singapore, you were pregnant! You are pregnant.” He rambles, words tumbling out a mile a minute, his hand flailing as he speaks. 

You can’t help but laugh as you nod, Oscar's arms crossing against his chest as he chuckles. 

“Who else on the grid knows?” Lando asks, voice returning to a normal volume. Oscar shakes his head slightly, “No one, you’re the first.” He admits.

Lando’s eyes widen, “You guys are gonna make me cry, mate.” He says shakily, hand reaching out to dap up Oscar (always a feeble attempt). 

“I am so happy for the two of you. I can’t wait to see how loved that baby will be. Uncle Lan has to start spoiling them asap.” He jokes before hugging the two of you again. 

The secret feels lighter already. 

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You tell the others in small groups. 

George and Alex first. George is fiddling with the shoes, trying to figure out why you’ve given him small racing shoes. 

“Mate, these are never gonna fit. I appreciate the secret Santa gift bu-” Alex smacks the back of George’s head, cutting his ‘thank you’ short, looking at him completely baffled. 

“They’re not for you,” Alex spits, before congratulating the two of you. George’s eyes widened, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god!” 

Congratulations follow, questions here and there, a good chuckle at George’s misunderstanding. George squeezes Oscar’s shoulder, voice low and sincere. Alex grins widely and immediately asks you two about your names.

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Charles and Carlos next. They poke around with the shoes for a minute before looking at each other wide-eyed, eyes landing on Oscar next as he chuckles. 

Carlos pulls you both into a warm hug, murmuring that it's beautiful. Charles sits down next to you, an arm wrapping warmly around you as he gently asks how you’re feeling, eyes soft with care. 

༊*·˚

Telling the rookies all together had to have been your biggest mistake. Like a gaggle of geese attacking you at once, Kimi nearly pouncing Ollie to get a peek at the shoes. 

It was like telling kindergarteners they could have chocolate for lunch. Voices are overlapping like hell as questions are hurled towards you, one after the other. You laugh as they each hug you one by one, eyes shining with intrigue as they try to pry answers out of you, the shoes piquing their interest insanely so. 

As overwhelming as it could’ve been, your heart warmed at how excited these young boys were for you two. Oscar was still laughing about them. 

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Max hears last. The little shoes turning in his hands as he sits quietly, analyzing them, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. He lets out a huff of a laugh before looking up at Oscar. 

He blinks once. 

“That would explain a lot…” he says.

Oscar raises a brow, head tilting at whatever Max could mean. “What does?” You watch Oscar, his face neutral, the calmest it has been, telling any of the drivers. 

“About you,” Max shrugs, as if that was the most obvious answer he could’ve given. “You’ve been driving like you’ve got something worth protecting. Something to go home to.” 

Oscar doesn’t argue.

“You aren’t overtaking me the way you used to, Piastri.” Max jokes, setting the shoes down on the table between you before standing up to congratulate the two of you. Oscar laughs, the tension fizzling out instantly. 

He hugs the two of you, whispers of ‘how good parents you two will be,’ leaving Max’s mouth quietly. He mentions that maybe Lily will have someone to play with now, and your heart clenches at the idea. 

By the end of the day, everyone knows, and somehow, (aside from the rookies), nothing feels overwhelming. 

Just warm. 

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That night, it’s just you. No schedules, no noise, just the two of you in your own space. 

Oscar cooks while you sit on the counter, watching him move around the kitchen as if he belongs there, relaxed, humming softly under his breath.

“You’re smiling,” you tease, dragging the words longer as you swing your legs slightly. 

He glances over, a wooden spoon paused mid-air. “Am I not allowed to?” he counters, his smile unfaltering. 

“You are,” you say, hopping down from the counter and slipping up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist, cheek pressing into his back. “I just like seeing it. Like you forget everything else is there, just us.” 

He exhales, leaning back into you immediately, one hand coming to rest over yours. “Hard not to,” he murmurs. “Feels like everything has finally slowed down a little. “Like I can fret over you without everyone being too worried.”

You smile softly, eyes closing against the warmth of his back.

༊*·˚

Sleep pulls you under easily that night, wrapped in warmth and quiet, the steady rise and fall of Oscar’s chest behind you soothing you. 

You wake slowly, not all at once, just enough to pick up on the small voice whispering. The room is dim, the curtains slightly pulled back. Oscar isn’t pressed against you anymore, but before any panic can bloom, you hear it. 

His voice.

Low, careful. Almost shy.

You don’t move. Don’t open your eyes. You stay still, relishing in the moment before he can realize you’re awake. 

Oscar is propped up beside you, one elbow sunk into the mattress, his other hand warm and steady against your stomach, his head level with your side. 

His thumb swipes across your stomach, slow, reverent, like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. 

“I know it’s probably too early, so I don’t even know if you can hear me,” he speaks softly, a faint smile in his voice, “but I wanted to say hi anyway, in case you can hear me.”

Your chest tightens. 

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say,” he admits. “Everyone else had something ready. I don’t.” A soft huff of laughter, his breath hits your side softly. “Guess I thought the words would come easier.” 

His hand presses just a little firmer. 

“But I want you to know…you’re already the best thing that’s ever happened to me, maybe after your mum,” he whispers. “And I haven’t even met you yet.” 

You swallow, your eyes stinging with tears. 

“I promise I’ll be here,” he goes on, voice steady now, certain in that quiet Oscar way. “I’ll protect you. I’ll protect your mum, but she’s so strong she might not even need me. I need her, though, always. I promise to show up always, every day, even when I’m tired or scared of messing it up.”

A pause.

“I already love you so much.” 

You finally stir then, shifting the sheets beneath you. Oscar freezes instantly, hand sliding off your stomach. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to-”

You reach a hand into his hair, scratching his scalp gently as you look down at him lovingly. Your other hand grabs his and places it back on your stomach. “Don’t stop,” you murmur, eyes still heavy with sleep. “I like hearing you talk to them.” 

His breath stutters. “Yeah?” he asks softly. 

You nod, smiling. “They do too, I think.” 

Oscar leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach before resting his forehead there, hand still warm and sure. Oscar stays there for a long moment, forehead still resting, breath warm against your skin. When he finally lifts his head, eyes find yours in the low light, open, unguarded, in a way only you get to see. 

“I don’t say this enough,” he murmurs, voice quiet but steady. “Not because I don’t feel it. Just… because it’s so big. I never know where to start, there’s much I want to say.”

You reach down, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “You show it,” you whisper.

He shakes his head slightly. “Still, I want you to hear it.” 

He shifts up, pulling you slightly closer, his face now level with yours. A careful hand still resting over your stomach while the other cups your cheek. His thumb moves slowly, like he’s grounding himself through you. 

“I love you,” he says. Not rushed, not rehearsed. “I love you so fucking much. In a way that changed how I see everything. You became the part of my life that always made sense, no matter what.”

Your chest tightens. 

“I love how brave you are,” he continues softly. “Even when you’re scared. I love how you carry so much without asking anyone to notice. And I love that you trust me with something precious.” His hands pressed gently, meaningfully. “With everything.”

You blink back tears. 

“You make me feel steady,” Oscar admits, voice dipping. “No matter how loud the world gets, there’s somewhere I belong. Someone I come back to. It’s always you.”

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“I love you more than I knew was possible,” he whispered. “And I’m so grateful it’s you. Always you.”

You pull him into a slow, careful kiss, not desperate or urgent, enough to say what your voice currently couldn’t. 

Everyone had known, but everything had somehow felt still yours. It always comforts you, knowing that, at the end of the day, it will always be the two of you.

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[dolcecherub]

I need a follow up to ‘just ours’ maybe where you both tell all the drivers you’re expecting. You get them ‘gifts’ and maybe it’s a paid of little racing shoes. Just ours was sooooo good! ❤️

I KNOW ITS LATE IM SORRY LEAVE ME BE

but im just posting this so i can link it!!!

stand by heavy osc x reader fluff incoming!! AHHH

[dolcecherub]

who wants a fic this weekend!!!!??!?!!!

say i!

new oscar fic🙂‍↕️🍒

yes!!!

no🫩🫩

Voting ended onJan 31

(this is just for fun lol there will likely be one)

im just editing :))

have fun babies be safe and i love you all

[dolcecherub]

okay so which of y’all three said no…?🤨🤨

what if that was my last straw and i said no fic then what hm🤨

anyway…! DEMOCRACY SAYS NEW FIC

[dolcecherub]

who wants a fic this weekend!!!!??!?!!!

say i!

new oscar fic🙂‍↕️🍒

yes!!!

no🫩🫩

Voting ended onJan 31

(this is just for fun lol there will likely be one)

im just editing :))

have fun babies be safe and i love you all

[dolcecherub]

hi mimi how r u doing!!!! have u seen u here in a while :((

HIHI ANON I AM SO SORRY IVE BEEN MIA for some reason tumblr locked me out of my account and i was finally able to access last night which was soooo annoying

BUT i’ve been doing okay thank you for asking! fully employed rn ik trigger warning j*b and it’s been a bit draining but im having fun and it gives me time for hobbies which is always nice

but anyway i DO have a draft sequel of just ours sitting in my docs rn 👀👀👀

so hopefully going to post that soon so I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING MIA tumblr just knew i was too good😛 im kidding like crazy

but i hope all my babes have been well and happy and i hope you’re enjoying yourselves, thanks for all your patience always you lot know how much i appreciate it.

it truly is a privilege to write at my own pace and still get so much love, so thanks 🤍

be safe my loves and expect something soon 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[dolcecherub]

I loveeee ur writing style like so much I feel like you transform the requests into a story amazingly !!! i think my favourite fic you have written was definitely the brothers best friend you have to rewrite another one i think you just wrote the characters so well and the tension was perf!

honestly no notes i think your format and the way you write is so unique but it’s always so well done every piece you put out i love to read 🙈🙈 i think it’s good that you to take breaks in between writing each pieces i think your stories are quite detailed and well done so it’s better you take your time crafting something you love. anyways i love ur fics thank u for ur services ⭐️😚

OH ANON THANK YOU ILY

this is so so so kind of you and i know its a very late response so please forgive me😓

but thank you!! truly i appreciate it so much i always try my best to be descriptive and just write to the best of my ability with depth so im glad it shows!!

also so glad you think the breaks between writing is a good thing cuz the guilt definitely overtakes sometimes but im trying to be nicer to myself about it and just tell myself im putting out something im proud of

RHANK U AGAIN ANON AND look out for a sequal to just ours coming soon… i hope LOL

mwah <3

[dolcecherub]

Omg did one of ur posts get deleted i swear u had another fic before the most recent one😮

omg anon i am so sorry this totally got lost in my inbox!!

i dont believe any of my fics have been deleted, they should all be tagged on my masterlist in case you arent able to find any! the fic ur talking about is probably overflow, which did get flagged for mature content. i’ve attached the link there in case you cant find it!

it could be tumblr going through and flagging my fics as mature so you may have to go into your settings and make sure that your account is able to view mature content without it being blurred (thats the issue i was having) so it may just be that!!

please let me know if you’re able to get it fixed and hopefully you can get back to some happy reading :))

[dolcecherub]

hi babies!!

new fic is out!!! it has also come to my attention that tumblr has been flagging some of my fics as mature (duh) but if yall have any trouble viewing them i think it has to do with your content settings so yeah!

anyway enjoy babies i love you all and thanks for the support!

mwah <3