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Here is a list (with links) of all of my fics!
I also have some shorter things on this page that you can find by clicking the ‘maras fics’ tag on this post!
(Just click on the fic title and it will bring you to AO3!)
MY AO3 👉 HERE
The Price of Your Love - E - The much needed Carcar sugar daddy AU
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Call Me - E - Carlos takes Oscar’s virginity and doesn’t call back in the morning
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Heat of The Moment - M - Oscar goes into an unexpected heat.
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Radio Silence - E - This is just Carcar hate sex lmao
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Looking for attention, needed intervention - G - Oscar can shapeshift into a cat and that’s pretty much the entire plot.
Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen
Draped in Red - E- Oscar calls Charles daddy and gets railed by C2.
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz/Charles Leclerc
Singular Tastes - E - Oscar struggles with his identity as an alpha and Carlos helps (fucks) him through it.
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
Thats My Boy - E - Morally ambiguous OscarMark smut.
Oscar Piastri/Mark Webber
Time And Time Again - E - Oscar accidentally time travels and meets Carlos from 17 years in the future.
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
The Illusion of Coincidence - M - Oscar ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time and has a run in with a man who happens to be a mafia kingpin. (ONGOING)
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
• Under The Radar - E - Carlos and Oscar join the mile high club.
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz
• One More Night - E - Catboy Oscar gets dicked down.
Oscar Piastri/Lando Norris
• Voiceless Whispers - M - Lando trying to get his dick wet throughout the 2024 season but Oscar is oblivious as hell. But it’s never that simple
Oscar just has that submissive look about him. It’s just a shame that his #1 ship includes a guy who also has a submissive look about him so Oscar’s submissiveness gets overlooked.
Max Verstappen, leading Hollywood actor who isn’t exactly well known for positive PR and up and coming actor, Oscar Piastri who thinks he’s booked a role as a romantic interest in a new movie but quickly finds out the “role” he auditioned for was Max’s fake boyfriend.
Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr - 2k - Rated E - Omegaverse
“Look at this, an alpha begging for cock, how beautiful,” Carlos said, running a large hand over Oscar’s arched back. Oscar whined, high in his throat as he pushed back against Carlos, desperation overcoming him as he felt the excessive amount of lube beginning to slide down his thighs. Oscar couldn’t get wet; he didn’t produce slick, but Carlos had made it his mission to make Oscar feel like he could, his hole dripping wet for Carlos to take.
“So wet for me,” Carlos grunted, teasing just the tip of his cock inside Oscar’s hole. Carlos was big, even the tip felt overwhelming, and Oscar flinched forward, a needy groan falling from his lips as Carlos gripped his waist, forcing him to stay still- forcing him to take. Like this, Oscar genuinely felt like an omega, so wet and open and ready to be bred- ready to be claimed by his alpha. His alpha- he would have to unpack that later.
Oscar can’t quite fathom why any of Max’s exs ever let him go. He just can’t.
Because to him, Max is like a god worthy of worship. A deity. An entity. Max is someone Oscar would be willing to kneel at an altar for.
That’s why he doesn’t understand why any of Max’s previous partners ever let him go, or ever agreed to a breakup in the first place.
Oscar can’t help the confusion when he lies in bed, eyes heavy and body sagging from sleep after a night of passion and whispered promises into the mattress. He lies with his head resting on his hands, body curled around a pillow as the sheet drapes across his naked body. He watches Max who presses his forehead against the window as he watches the bustling city below them. They’re high enough that nobody below can see Max’s naked body, illuminated by the morning sun. At least that’s what Max assures Oscar when he fucks him against the window.
Max knows what he’s doing, and Oscar can’t help but be smitten by it. Especially when Max's hands know just where to touch, when to caress and when to linger.
Oscar shifts position on the bed, letting the sheets ride up a little so the swell of his bare ass is visible. Max turns at the rustle, an immediately warm smile appearing on his face before he lets his eyes rake down Oscar’s body. When he spots Oscar’s bait, he falls for it, hook, line, and sinker.
“Did I not tire you out enough last night?” He asks, his warm smile turning to a smirk as he crosses the room, leaning over the bed to kiss Oscar’s cheek.
“Clearly not,” Oscar says back, shifting again, so the sheet slips further from his body. Max practically growls as he climbs on top of Oscar. Pinning his body beneath him.
Carlos Sainz Jr/Oscar Piastri/Charles Leclerc - 2.3k - Rated E
“Daddy,” Oscar panted, pulling a stunned Carlos in for another kiss. This one was more heated, and Carlos showed a lot more power during it, reaching around to the nape of Oscar’s neck to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into Oscar’s mouth.
“Fuck, that is hot,” Carlos groaned, moving one of his hands down to rest over Charles’ hand that was firmly planted on Oscar’s waist. Oscar breathed deep, watching how Carlos leaned over his shoulder to kiss Charles, pushing his chest flush with Oscar, who was now trapped between their two bodies- nowhere to run. He could smell the mix of both of their colognes this close, their scents overwhelming his senses.
Another sharp thrust had Oscar falling forward into Carlos’ arms, his face pushing into Carlos’ neck, where he made to work at sucking bruises onto the skin. Carlos wanted to protest, force Oscar away so that he didn’t leave any evidence in places that were difficult to hide, but Oscar’s hand was hurriedly pushing its way into his pants, grabbing his half-hard cock before he began to stroke it in slow, leisurely snaps.
Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen - 1.3k - Rated General
Oscat Piastri
Oscar groaned as he stretched in an incredibly cat-like manner before shooting up from Max's lap, staring at the older driver wide-eyed. Max gave Oscar a soft smile when he noticed the genuine fear in his eyes.
“Max, I-I can explain, I-“ Oscar stuttered, going to run his hand through his hair frustratedly, but he paused when he felt the ears on the top of his head.
“Shit…” He muttered, sighing in defeat as he shuffled away from Max.
It felt like a game, this whole thing; the assumption that at some point this little circus act would become redundant was futile. Every time Carlos had his hands around Oscar's neck, it was as if their bodies were pulling them closer, unwillingly. A magnetic pull, as Carlos had so brilliantly described. Both on and off track, nothing could wedge between them, stopping this never-ending spiral into madness. A fucked up rollercoaster with no end in sight, only an inevitable drop into darkness, a pit of unease and unknowing.
This is me going back to the beginning and FINALLY editing my fics lmao
Gaxcar omegaverse that I started in October and never went anywhere with lmao but I’m clearing out my drafts so may as well share it
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Max knew something was up the moment he caught a glimpse of dozens of McLaren staff fussing around Oscar in the garage- one with a thermometer firmly thrust in Oscar’s ear. Oscar had that stupid little pout on his lips and pink flushed cheeks as he looked up at the staff member with rather pathetic eyes.
Max didn’t want to stare- or risk being accused of trying to snoop so he moved on quickly, walking past the garage towards his own. The mental image of Oscar stayed though- those big wet eyes and pink cheeks. It was hard to forget about it.
George knew something was up when he saw Oscar chatting quietly with his race engineer- Toms face scrunched in a look of concern as Oscar squirmed where he stood.
That wqsnt the issue though.
It was the scent wafting from Oscar as George approached- sweet and strong. Enticing.
Pre-heat. George stopped dead in his tracks when Oscar turned to look at him- seemingly not shocked to see him.
“Sorry mate, the blockers don’t work as great in this heat,” Oscar said casually, but the tips of his ears were red and his breath was coming out in short pants.
“Nah, mate. You’re good. Not like you can help it, right?” George said, taking a single step closer. But even just that slight closure of distance spiked Oscar’s scent- the potency of it making something churn in George’s stomach.
Want.
Oscar clearly caught onto it.
“I know it’s distracting…” He muttered as Tom shifted uneasily on his feet. George had completely forgotten he was even there.
“Nah…you’re good,”
When George finally made it back to the hotel to find Max already there, he all but fell into Maxs arms.
Max let out a surprised oof as he was crushed into the mattress but he wrapped his arms around George anyway.
Max let his nose come to bury in George’s hair before he flinched back- George looked up at him with concern.
“You good?”
“Uh- you smell…Oscar,” Max mumbled, eyes wide.
George smirked, hand rubbing circles on Maxs chest “Wow, very intelligible,” he said
“Sorry, I mean I can smell Oscar on you. He must be in heat,”
“Pre heat,” George corrected, laying back down on Maxs chest.