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didn’t even wait for my break! i got the notification and immediately started reading it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

✦ I See Us, Chapter Six ✦

The one where the world learns some things

   The Melbourne circuit was an interesting track. A clockwise track with 14 turns, fast paced and on the easier side to drive. However, one must make sure their breaking is on point, and hope that their tires keep their traction. It could be a test of skill for some, but right now, between the first and second free practices, the only thing testing Logan’s skills was the pathetic excuse of a sales representative he was talking to. The conversation had started well, he was excited for an update of his order, having been recommended the store by one of his mother’s associates in Switzerland.

   “Hello?”

   “Hallo, spreche ich mit Herrn Sergeant?” (Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Sergeant?)

   “Ja, das ist er.” (Yes, this is he.) Logan smiles as he responds. He knew who this was.

   “Das ist Kevin von Gübelin, ich rufe wegen Ihrer Bestellung an.” (This is Kevin from Gübelin, I am calling in regards to your order.)

   “Ja, ist die Bestellung fertig?Mir wurde gesagt, dass Ihr Geschäft in Bezug auf kundenspezifischen Schmuck außergewöhnlich schnell war.” (Yes, is the order ready? I was told that your store was exceptionally fast in regard to custom jewelry.)

   There is a second of silence over the phone after Logan asks his question, and an odd energy wraps itself around Logan.

   “Es tut mir leid, Sir, aber es gab ein Problem. Die Halskette, die Sie bestellt haben, wurde verlegt. Wir konnten es nicht ausfindig machen.” (I am sorry sir ,but there has been an issue. The necklace that you have ordered has been misplaced. We have not been able to locate it.)

   Logan feels the smile drop from his face, even before the man finishes speaking. A burning feeling builds up in his throat, making him feel like a growling dog.

   “Was meinst du mit "verloren"? Wie ist das passiert?" (What do you mean, “lost”? How did this happen?)

   “Es tut mir leid, Sir, aber bitte beachten Sie, dass wir die-” (I am sorry sir, but please know we are looking into the-)

   “Nein, wie zum Teufel hast du so ein Stück mit hoher Priorität verloren? Wie werden Sie das beheben?” (No, how the fuck did you loose a high priority piece like this? How are you going to fix this?)

   Logan was not a violent person, he did not like fighting, and honestly he was rather non confrontational. However, he was absolutely sure that if he was standing next to this man, he would have his hand around his neck. Well, that wasn’t very fair, he was sure that Kevin was not the one in charge of keeping track of the physical pieces that went through that store, but honestly, Logan could care less at that point.

   “Sir, wir tun unser Bestes. Wir können eine vollständige Rückerstattung anbieten oder Sie können aus einem unserer Designs auswählen, das einen gleichwertigen Preis hat, wenn es nicht gefunden wird.” (Sir, we are doing our best. We can offer a full refund or you can select from any of our designs that are an equivalent price if it is not found.)

   And that was a load of bullshit. Logan had ordered a custom necklace, picked the material, settings, gems, even sketched a design with one of the craftsmen at the store. He had done so at the beginning of the year, just so he could have a time cushion for his mom’s birthday. And now, they were saying it was gone, and if they couldn’t find it, he could get a refund? Or pick something premade? 

   Fuck. That.

   Logan growls into the phone, and he’s faintly aware that his mom is approaching, and he’s sure that she’s worried because he never gets this angry, but everyone else would feel the same if they were in his shoes.

   “Nein! Es ist mir egal, was du tun musst, finde die verdammte Halskette. Das ist eine individuelle Halskette im Wert von 70'000 Franken, für die DU verantwortlich warst! Schulen Sie Ihre Mitarbeiter nicht?! Wie verliert man so ein Stück?!” (No! I don’t care what you have to do, find the fucking necklace. That is a custom 70,000 franc necklace that YOU were responsible for! Do you not train your staff?! How do you lose a piece like that?!)

   Kevin stutters on the other end of the line, trying to make excuses. Logan doesn’t let him, cutting the man off.

   “Das ist eine Schande. Prüfen Sie, ob Sie danach Geschäfte machen.” (This is disgraceful. See if you get any business after this.)

   It’s not unusual to see drivers upset, mad and aggravated by something. It is, however, unusual to see specific drivers that way. People were used to Max, to Lewis, to Yuki and Pierre. Maybe they’d see George, Carlos, Charles, some of the others being a little less upset, more annoyed than aggressive. Some were known for their calmer attitudes, like Oscar, Valterri on occasion, and possibly Logan. So it was a shock to many when a clearly pissed off Logan is seen talking lowly on his phone, eyes smoldering and a scowl etched into his face.

   “This is odd, Sargeant seems to be particularly upset right now,” Crofty comments. 

   “Certainly, I wonder what that’s all about.”

   The cameras zoom in on Logan, who is still completely oblivious to the millions of people watching him. As a closer camera takes over the view, audio picks up on his voice.

   “Is that- is Sargeant speaking German?”

   “Es ist mir egal, was du tun musst, finde diese…”

   “I think he is! And fluently too!” 

   “Can anyone understand what he’s saying?”

   “Something about finding something, and a large sum of money.”

   “Certainly an interesting bit of information for us, isn’t it?” Damon Hill questions, his eyes securely locked onto Logan’s form. His jaw is set, eyes blazing, and there’s practically a dark cloud hanging above his head.

   “There is his mother, I wonder if she knows what’s got him all upset,” DC points out the tall woman approaching Logan, a water bottle in hand. Logan looks to her quickly, spitting something else into the phone before abruptly ending the call.

A/N. Logan speaking German is so dear to me. Also, for your information, I did actually look at the average price of the higher end jewelry at the store mentioned, and used my reasoning on custom pricing and the price of certain gemstones to figure out that price. 70,000 francs is also equal to around 76,855 USD, so that is a pretty penny on what would actually be a very pretty necklace (I have it planned out in my head!!!) Hope you guys liked this chapter! Please feel free to leave comments with feedback!

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me: i am an author, i write sentences littered with stardust, i am a creator of worlds built from a single idea

also me: how the fuck do you use ‘to’ and ‘too’ and ‘breath’ and ‘breathe’

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I NEED MORE MCYT FREINDS OLS IM GETTING DESPERATE OVER HERE IM REWATCHING A BUNCH OF THE SERIES

the ones i watch are

-grian

-gem

-etho

-bdubs

-scar

-joel

occasionally

-tango

-impulse

-cleo

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Love Me Gently (Or not at all) // Special Chapter

this came from a prompt dozy gave me a few months ago and i actually had most of it done, k just needed the ending so here’s a short chapter on logan and the pack! (this was also written while my body was waging war against me :D)

Logan has a migraine, which given his situation, seems to be a constant thing now. The pain thumps with every breath, banging against his skull until he groans. The granite is cool against his forehead, not enough to soothe the vengeful migraine, but enough to ground him.

He can hear footsteps around him, but none of them stop to reach out, none of them check on him. He resigns himself to suffering in silence as he pushes himself up, a barely audible whimper escaping him as he shuffles out of the kitchen.

The walk to his room feels like it goes on forever, the hall extending out until he finally stumbles into his room. The curtains are pulled tight, his nest a half mess from earlier when the pups had clambered in.

He feels his stomach roll, a wave of nausea hitting him as he crawls into the nest. The onslaught of scents soothe the unease building in his chest, the tightly woven knot loosening. At some point he falls asleep, the pain holding onto the edges as he slept.

Luke is the first to show up, bag thrown off to the side as he toes off his shoes. He had felt something was off when he walked in earlier, the faint scent of unease twisting under all the other scents. Instinctively, he knew it was Logan.

When he crawls into the nest, he reaches to lay his hand on Logan’s forehead, frowning at the high temperature. He wiggles his phone out of his pocket, immediately calling Franco.

“What.” Is how Franco greets him, the sound of multiple voices greeting him.

“Do we still have pain killers?”

“Oh no, I was supposed to go buy some,” Gabi chimes, sounding closer to the phone, “Why? What happened?”

Luke makes a sound at the back of his throat, shuffling off the bed and heading to the bathroom, “Lo is sick, he has a fever and he just smells wrong.”

The other line is quiet before Lia speaks up, which somewhat surprises Luke as he finds the bowl they usually keep for situations like these, “We’re going to the store, send us a list of things you need.”

With another noise of agreement, Luke hangs up. He fills the bowl with cold water, grabbing a clean washcloth and carefully heading back to the room. Logan had shifted into his side, face twisted in discomfort and curled up, the occasional shiver wracking through him.

He sets the bowl on the side, glad that Logan had decided to keep his mattress almost at floor level. Carefully soaking the washcloth, Luke keeps an eye on Logan as he squeezes the cloth before carefully draping it over Logan’s warm forehead.

Luke’s instincts on caring for what his wolf considers his pack mom take over as he sits by Logan’s side. He knows he has a frown on his face when the others amble in, Franco and Lia heading towards the mini fridge to stock it up while Gabi hovers over Luke.

“Do you think he’s eaten?” Gabi asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. The walls of the nest have deteriorated, becoming flat and no longer smelling like Pack. It causes the unease they all felt to multiply a bit more. Logan hardly went a day without refreshing the nest, finding comfort in doing so.

Luke shakes his head, his eyes refusing to move from Logan’s chest, some child-like fear that Logan would stop breathing. The door is pushed open before they can say anything, an exhausted Jack stepping into the room trailed by Isack and Liam.

Just seeing Jack makes Luke’s nerves settle, his body relaxing as Jack steps forward. He instinctively scents Luke, dragging his wrist against the back of his neck as he looks over Logan.

“Isack, go ask Yuki if he can make some soup for Logan, and see if Checo has that one fever remedy he made Carlos drink that one time,” Jack instructs carefully, “Franco and Gabi, get fresh blankets from the cupboard and spread them out in the corner, we have to get him out of the nest. Lia, when the others come, build the nest back up so Logan can lay down better. It’s Courtney and Ollie’s turn with the laundry.”

“And me?” Luke asks, feeling like he needs a task, something to keep his hands busy. Jack smiles at him, soft and gentle, the younger Alpha, seemingly more in control than Luke was.

“Bring me another bowl of water, it’ll take a while for his fever to break.”

The pups work in tandem, Isack coming and helping with the makeshift nest and moving a still passed out Logan into it. Jack tends to Logan as the pups slowly filter into the room, wordlessly helping as time passes.

By the time they manage to get Logan back into the nest, Yuki comes trailing in, a tray in his hands as he’s flanked by the older members of their makeshift pack. Checo, as the oldest, ruffles Jack’s hair, a silent sign of approval as he checks Logan’s temperature.

“Well, it seems to have gone down just a bit from what Isack told me,” Checo says, “You guys won’t be able to share the main part of the nest, with all your body heat his body won’t be able to fight off the infection.”

“He has an infection!?” Paul asks, voice pitching in concern. The scents in the room shift into something more concerned and George sighs from where he had crawled over Logan to lay on his other side.

“It’s just a common fever,” He says quietly, “We’ll wake him up, get him something to eat, give him some meds and then let him sleep some more.”

“I’m sure we can make the rest of the room comfortable for you guys if you don’t want to go to your rooms to sleep.” Alex says, sensing the energy of the room he adds on, “You guys did a good job of taking care of him before we got home.”

“‘Was Luke,” Dino says, eyes drowsy from where he was curled up beside Tina, head almost half tucked under her, “He was home first.”

Checo smiles softly, his hand a steady weight on the back of Luke’s neck. The younger alpha feels his body sag a bit more until he’s pressed against Alex, Checo’s hand leaving a warm weight when he pulls away.

“The food is going to get cold,” Yuki says, stirring the bowl a bit, “We should wake him up now.”

It’s how Oscar finds them, having stepped into the house to a wave of noise, the sound of utensils against plates and the general sound of a usual dinner. When he offered to help Seb by visiting the smaller neighborhood packs, he didn’t take into account how much time the meetings would actually take.

“Oscar!” Lewis calls out, “How was it?”

He edges closer, the need to see his part of the pack becoming an itch under his skin as he shrugs, “Didn’t realize boundary lines were hard to understand.”

It causes a ripple of laughter, a fond look from Seb as he motions to the pots on the stove, “Eat, I know you’re exhausted.”

Oscar almost moves towards the food when he realizes something, “Where are the pups? And Logan?”

“Oh, we assumed Yuki made them something to eat,” Lando says, “He was in here making soup. Logan? I haven’t seen him all day.”

“Soup? In this weather?” Oscar asks, confused. It had been way too hot during the day for anyone to make soup even with the central ac on. Yuki only makes soup when someone is really craving it or if they’re sick— he’s backing out of the kitchen almost immediately, his backpack bumping against his back as he climbs the stairs.

When he gets to Logan’s room, he finds almost everyone in there, piled on top of each other while Logan sits in the middle of it, looking down at the bowl in front of him with a glum expression.

The lights of the room are dimmed, the only light coming from the TV as Oscar stares at Logan. He can see the faint sheen of sweat and the way his hands tremble from where he’s holding the spoon alongside the now noticeable twinge of sick in his scent.

“Oscar!” One of the pups shouts, their voice muffled and everyone’s head snaps towards him. Except his gaze is still on Logan who smiles tiredly at him, waving the spoon instead of his hand.

“He’s fine,” Checo says, laying on his back with Franco, Isack, Pepe and Yuki all over him. Oscar’s not sure how he’s breathing with all the weight but he ignores it in favor of crawling into the nest.

Logan had finished most of it, handing it off to Yuki who leaves with it, Alex and George behind him. His heart stutters a bit when Logan turns to him, sea green eyes glassy and lashes clumped with unshed tears. They’re not Mated yet, not fully at least, but their wolves recognize each other as partners and the strange ache in Oscar slowly ebbs away as Logan curls closer.

Lance scoots over, a bottle of medicine in his hand and a water bottle in the other, an apologetic expression on his face, “Sorry, man, but you gotta drink this before you go to sleep again.” He says softly, still holding it out for him.

With a tortured expression, Logan pulls away. He makes a face as he downs the medicine, washing it down with the water before immediately curling back into Oscar, a sad whine escaping him.

Oscar cards his hand through Logan’s hair, grimacing a bit at the icky feeling of his hair. Once the fever properly breaks, he’ll get Logan to take a shower before a bath, knowing his body needs it.

With Logan dozing off on his chest, Oscar feels the remaining tension finally seep out. The room has finally evened out, their scents properly mingling with each other and that’s how Oscar falls asleep, his mate in his arms and their pack surrounding them.

Just like it’s meant to be.

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love me gently special chapter later today 😚

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doohanpinto?

more likely than you think

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whenever the wags post their boyfriend i’m just like “thanks! now i have pictures for my socmed aus!”

anyway, thank you lily mun he for your service 🫡

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could you write some sargebon smut where they meet up some time during the 2025 season (after alexs dnf stream) and alex starts to complain to logan and maybe takes out his frustration on him iykwim? thank you :)

idk where this came from, not proofread as always but idk what took over me while writing this, i promise i am not watching gay goon. if you notice any mistakes, please comment them :)

reminder that requests are open just check out the guidelines masterlist :)

Private Debrief ᵃᵃ²³ ˡˢ²

✧. ┊     PAIRING: logan sargeant x alex albon

✧. ┊    WORDS: 2.3k words

✧. ┊    TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+, smut, friends to lovers, absolute filth, oral sex, anal sex, gay sex, coarse language

I figured I'd help Alex. Not that I had any valuable advice to give him. But during those nightmare months at Williams, I think he was the only moral support I got. James didn't talk to me. I had no time or will in between races to phone my brother. Kyle had his own races to worry about. Oscar and I felt more like acquaintances than friends. In a way, I was alone. Alone with Alex. The way I liked it.

I'd told myself I wouldn't watch any races after I got dropped. And at first I didn't. Because it fucking stung. Seeing Colapinto in my seat, driving my car, talking to my engineer, laughing with my Alex. But then I heard about Alex's less-than-fortunate DNF streak. And yeah. I knew how that felt. And he turned to me for advice because i'd been through it. He turned to me for advice as I turned to him when the team who I thought loved me back dropped me. And yeah, Alex knew how that felt.

I wake up the morning of his arrival with a cum stain in my pants and a rock-solid dick. I hadn't been thinking about him on purpose, of course. But it seems no one can control wet dreams. So I shower like nothing happened and wash my sweatpants like nothing happened and clean the house like nothing happened because the last thing I needed today was to be bricked up while seeing my old teammate. Friend. Teammate.

Alex arrives with the dimples that I found comfort in between races and the damned eyebrow creases that complement his warm smile. The very ones I used to look at through blurry eyes and shaky breaths. The ones that came with a hand on a shoulder, a kiss to the forehead and a giggly voice telling me it'd be alright. And in the end, he was right. It is alright. I'm alright.

"There's my favourite American," he steps into my home without me asking him to, already owning the space. His suitcase is immediately forgotten, discarded on the floor like I wish his pants were. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. He smells like comfort. He smells like burnt rubber and fuel.

"Careful, mate, your girlfriend's American," I don't let go of him. Not until he pulls away, letting out a chuckle.

"You know what I mean. Besides, I don't see her here, do you?" He bends down to pick up his dropped suitcase, revealing the band of his Calvin Kleins. Fuck. Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get fucking hard- "So this is your place?" His eyes curiously search the room. Like he's not eyeing the decor. Like he's looking for another sign of life. Like he's assessing if I have a secret flame the world doesn't know about. Or a one night stand that hadn't left yet.

"It's not much. But...it's my home. My London home, anyway. I'll show you the Florida one later."

"I mean to visit during this year's Miami GP, actually. You didn't text me back."

For a fucking reason, yeah. I didn't want him visiting my place like I'm some side chick. Didn't want him to gloat about his top 10 finishes. Didn't want him to parade in my home and show his girlfriend off.

"Ah, I was out, sorry. Just clearing the head and all."

"Really? Thought you were out golfing." There's no snark in his voice but I know it's meant to attack me. Biting words disguised as jokes. Classic Alex.

"You keep tabs on me."

"Only because you disappear from the face of the Earth." I can't argue with that. I find solace in his life outside of social media. Golf, surf, sail. Nothing good comes out of being online. Not for me, anyway.

"Sit," I mutter, gesturing to my comfy living room chairs. Alex's eyes travel over me. Slowly, assessing the way I look. It's no secret I look skinnier. A thinner neck. I haven't been to the gym properly in a while, anyway. I don't need to. No G force to withstand anymore.

"Tea, coffee?"

"Oh, save the formalities, mate. You look like a housewife." I manage a little smile. "Just need you." That very sentence makes me throb. In more ways than one. I give him a terse nod and obey, sitting in front of him. His eyes dart down to my abs. So I think. For a brief second. I sub-consciously put my arms over my stomach.

"So what've you been up to?" A desperate attempt to appear normal. Rejected by him.

"Like you don't know what I've been up to. It's no secret I've been fucking shit, mate." Fuck. Knew it. Fuck.

"Eh, you had a good streak not too long ago, it's just a rough patch, it'll pass." I wasn't very good at comforting. Not like he was to me.

"Maybe it will. I feel like all I care is being better than Carlos." His soft eyes meet mine. "You get what that's like, don't you?"

"What, being better than my teammate?" A nod from him. Not the giggly, light one I was so used to from him. One with his jaw clenched, Adam's apple protruding. Like he could burst at any moment. "Maybe in Carlin. Me and Liam used to go against each other a lot. But, not with you, no."

"What, you never wanted to out-qualify me?"

"No," I whisper and it's true. It's true because I was madly in love with him. I could never rob him off the smile that graced his face when he'd get into points. "I just wanted to prove James wrong. Guess I couldn't." I don't elaborate. I don't want to elaborate either. I think about anything else because I don't want to break in front of him.

"You're a better man than me, then. This shit fucking stings." I nod. I know that feeling all too well. Constantly being in the dumps and wondering if it's your place. Stepping into the garage and feeling guilty for existing. Seeing everyone greet you with a smile but having that fear that deep down, they fucking hate you. They think you're a waste of space. "I've tried to let my stress out. By going to the gym like the others do. Went fishing the other day like you do. Didn't work. I just don't know what fucking else to do." He damn near growls.

I just watch him.

I watch his eyes dart to mine. Then drop to my neck. Then to my abs. Then my...

"Logan?" He clears his throat.

"Ye-yeah?"

"Stop manspreading."

"I'm not-"

"Do it or I swear I'll fucking jump you."

The wind gets knocked out of me. Jump me? My Alex? Yes. Yes. God yes. I spread my legs even further.

"I'm warning you, Logan, I've got a lot of pent up tension."

"And I'm yours for the taking." it comes out more needy than I intended it to. But fuck, I don't care. I don't even finish my line of thoughts before he's straddling me, pinning me to the couch with his huge legs. I always loved how Alex was taller than me. Heavier. Many a times, I'd imagined being helpless under him. And I'd seen his cock enough times through race suits to know he was huge. And I wanted to feel it hurt.

"Pl-Please-"

"That's right, you pathetic boy, beg." He spits. It's so different from the Alex I'm used to. The one that could cure your mood with a smile. The one that talks your ear off. But I think I like this Alex more.

"God, Alex, fuck..." He grabs a hold of my hands, pinning them to the head of the couch. My shirt rides up, my v-line suddenly cold and exposed. He thrusts forward, our bulges meeting each other. I let out an otherworldly groan, mind hazy from lust. Love? I can't tell at this moment.

"Are you a blowjob guy or a handjob guy?" He whispers into my ear. I had revealed every bit of myself to him through time. Answering this question will unlock a dark part of myself I'd been denying existed. A part that wanted Alex's cock in my throat so bad-

"Blowjob, definitely," I breathlessly huff, chest rising and falling, dick twitching in my pants. "I jerk off to your photos anyway, I need your mouth."

"You do that, huh?" He lets out a soft chuckle, clenching his jaw as he rolls his dick against mine, earning an eye roll to the skull from me. "I had a feeling you liked me. Just a shame you never told me how horny you were. I would've molded your asshole to my dick shape by now."

"Alex..." I whisper, my head thrown against the headrest of the couch. He slides off me, moving to his knees in front of me. He nudges my weak, failing legs apart. I let out a soft whimper of a plea, brain systems already shutting down. I don't notice when my pants are off. All I feel is my cock twitching when he pulls it out and swirls his tongue around my tip. "Ngh...mmph...."

"Shh, my love, easy does it..." He strokes my cock, a gentle hand tracing my veins, saliva dripping down the length of it. More whimpers from me. I'm a complete mess but can you blame me. He throats me slow at first, with the tenderness that comes from finally having someone you've wanted for a long time and the knowledge of it being your first gay experience.

And then it's harsh.

He fondles my balls, damn near chokes on my dick. I'm crying. He is too. I lube his throat with my cum, sensitive to every touch and every blow of the wind in the room.

"Alex, that's enough, please..."

"Enough? And leave here without nutting inside you? You're crazy, mate." He gingerly flips me over, ass up in the air. His large, slim hands roam over the bare pale flash, kneading and squeezing wherever he sees fit. I can't see much else than the fabric of the couch my face is buried in. My whimpers are muffled too, hands tugging on the fabric for leverage. "Do you have lube?"

"No," I mutter. I preferred fucking my girls raw. We never did it up the backdoor anyway and they were usually soaked by the time their panties came off. Never did I think I'd need it before my asshole got pounded by my old teammate.

"Useless," he scoffs. I turn my head around to get a glimpse of him spitting my cum back into his hand, the one I release down his throat. It's proper slimey and frothy by now. He smears the liquid all over his huge dick (just as I'd predicted), jerking himself a little to let it settle in. I only feel a brush of his tip against my tight hole before he rams himself in me. And I fucking scream. A proper, high-pitched, horror scream. The pain is worse than I could've imagined. He doesn't move for the first bit, letting himself sink in, letting me adjust. He always cared about me a little too much. A hand on my shoulder before he starts to roughly pound. I can feel his balls slapping against my own, the couch creaking with every thrust. My head repeatedly hits the back of the couch and I pray I don't get whiplash.

The pace is excruciatingly fast. He's pent up and needs this. I don't realise my mouth is hung open, saliva dripping down my chin and onto the seat of the couch. Which I needed to clean later. Can't have my parents seeing this shit.

"Alex...!"

"Take it. And just keep quiet, I don't wanna hear your whining."

"It's too much"

"What did I just say, mate?" The use of 'mate' when he's practically ripping me into shreds is a cruel irony.

"O-Okay, Alex. Sorry, Alex." He decides to grab my hanging cock, jerking it off as he keeps thrusting into into into. I can't breathe. I can't think. The space in between my legs is burning. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My teeth grab a hold of the couch's fabric as he shoots his load into me, feeling fuller and fuller as he leaks his aggravation into me. It doesn't take me long to shoot my own cum, painting Alex's hand and the couch alike.

I don't know what happens after. I'm in an entirely different world. I don't notice when he pulls out and cleans himself up. When he zips up his pants or turns me over. I find myself sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, head hung, breathing taking it's time to steady. He sits next to me, putting my head on his shoulder.

There's that comfort that was my reason for survival.

My Alex.

"So much better than girls," I manage to pant out.

"I know, right?"

"You've...been with a man before?" The thought fills me with an unreasonable sense of jealousy. The idea of him with his girlfriend doesn't rouse me in the slightest. But to be with a man in the way same way he was with me? It stings. It makes me angry.

"What do you think George and I did in our free time at the shared hotel rooms?" George Russell. Should've seen that one coming. Flashes of their mouths against each other's run through my mind. And I start to get harder.

Against my better judgement, I speak, "Have you ever been in a threesome?"

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☆ GLIMMERING STARS ☆

model siblings, Logan and Laura Sargeant take the modeling world by storm

jack doohan x model!sargeant sister

alex albon x model!logan sargeant

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after three months of radio silence from the Sargeant siblings, the two walked their first shows tonight! Laura wowed the floor at the Inaugural New York Fantasy Fashion week while Logan captivated guest at the London Fashion week!!

It seems the two coveted models of our generation have made a permanent comeback

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hay.lau: all in the details 💞

user1: what is jack doohan here

hay.lau: oh you have jokes!

loganoffical: which one did you keep this time

hay.lau: tis a secret 🤫

oscarpiastri: lily said if she can borrow the dark blue dress

hay.lau: for my lily anything is possible!

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hay.lau posted a story!

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alex_albon: getaway tingz

oscarpiastri: wonder who took the pictures 😁

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user2: possible pialbon summer getaway and no one is saying anything

loganoffical: i’m sure the hike was killer

alexalbon: mate, tell me about it!

user3: …wait

user4: no im with you

loganoffical posted a story!

loganoffical made a new post!

liked by hay.lau, oscarpiastri, alex_albon and 2,478,98 more

loganoffical: quick recharge and then back to business 👊

oscarpiastri: logan is a dirty racer

jackdoohan: we were literally never going to catch him

hay.lau: i did 🙇🏼‍♀️

jackdoohan: you were almost as quick as him

oscarpiastri: i’m calling sabotage

loganoffical: YOU RAN ME OFF THREE TIMES?!?

user4: so are we ignoring mystery man in the fifth pic or

user5: @.loganoffical who is the gorgeous man

user6: you can’t even see his face!

user5: so? look at that back, he’s gorgeous

[liked by loganoffical]

user7: i know what you are 🫵

user8: did you not just come off of a three month break???

jackdoohan made a new post!

liked by hay.lau, loganoffical, liamlawson30 and 976,378 more

jackdoohan: flowers for the prettiest girl oh and work things to ig

user9: i am connecting some dots

user10: am i going crazy or does the purple bouquet look familiar

liamlawson30: i’m sensing favoritism

jackdoohan: you ran me off at turn 3

liamlawson30: you were in the way

hay.lau: lucky gal :)

[liked by jackdoohan]

loganoffical: ohhhhh happy for you man!

[liked by jackdoohan]

[A/N: yeah it was never going to be over 😁, update schedule will probably be as erratic as creatures in heaven but this came to me while i was scrolling on pinterest so i immediately sent it to dozy and most of this couldn’t have come together without their help so everyone say thank you dozy (love you mwah!)

i also have another oc i’m excited to introduce to you guys but i want to finish her main story first (along with american ricochet i haven’t forgotten about mateo either)

anyway, hopefully this will be short and if i have time (since i have a bunch of other things) i’ll make an accompanying fic that will probably be more jack/laura centered

i hope you enjoyed!]

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oscar got p2 (should’ve been p1 but wtv wtv) liam points, george p3, james is there

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okay. so. you know that post you made back in may about estie bestie being spiderman. and we (me and kez and you) brainstormed in your reblogs. how would you feel about collaborating and maybe writing it with us 🥺🥺🥺 if not thats okay too! hope u have a good day king✨✨

YOU oh my god im so so sorry everytime i open my asks im like “im gonna respond” and i kept on forgetting 😭😭

anyway! while i would love nothing more than to be involved i actually have way too many projects going on 😭 that being said im sure you and kez will do an amazing job (ive read some of your writing) and my asks and messages are always open if you wish to just rant about it or have ideas for it because im a great listener and i love spider-man🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

i really do wish i can be involved but i don’t want to commit to something only to have to pull out 😞

i’m 100% sure you and kez will do the esteban spider-man agenda justice!!!

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it’s NEVER OVER with you (and me, i’m feeding the delusion, but you’re feeding mine too)

the blind leading the blind if you will

i go to you with an idea, we talk about it, it spirals and takes a life of its own and we just have to go with it

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who said it was over :)

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oscar and alex but oscar goes on team torque and it’s just him and alex

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i know i have so many projects, prompts and fics i keep teasing and talking about buttttt ive fallen down the wonderful rabbit hole of reader fics and was wondering if anyone was interested in them

i think i’m finding them easier because they’re essentially just one shots and don’t have to have extensive backgrounds like i do with my fics and they’re can be pretty linear and all that beautiful jazz

anyway, i’m down to do any if you guys are interested

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LEWIS BABY IM GONNA GET YOU OUT THERE

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oscar p2 charles pole