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so, after luke browning’s free practice with williams, people are now realizing how similar luke and logan look, but i simply see luke as logan and oscar’s son!! ( rebloged a post with my mini-breakdown of which parts of luke aligned more with oscar of logan)
but i simply cannot let anyone forget the ORIGINAL blonde bitch comparison, logan sargeant and nico rosberg:
i would like to make it known that nico is logan’s father and logan is luke’s father, therefore luke is nico’s grandson.
i put this together at 3:30 am and on my phone, i know the pics are not aligned. thank you for your time.
#f1#formula 1#logan sargeant#luke browning#oscar piastri#nico rosberg#it’s britney bitch#britney rosberg#LIKE LOOK AT THEM#LOOK AT THEM AND TELL ME IM WRONG#that’s their son#and that’s his son#we’re all a big happy family
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out of everything that happened this season — this hurt me the most </3
i miss him so bad
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CONFIDENCE | LS2
an: everyone turn around and say thank you @iimplicitt for writing the smut for this. i’m useless in that department but she’s not! please go follow her and appreciate her 💜 based off of this request
wc: 2.3k
warnings: smut, minors dni!!!
LOGAN PUSHED THE HOTEL room door shut with a soft click, the cool draft of the air-conditioned room a stark contrast to the muggy air of the track. He set the envelope down on the desk, the bold logo of his new racing team staring back at him like a challenge he wasn’t sure he was ready to accept. His fingers lingered over the seal, the weight of what he had done finally sinking in.
He had signed the contract.
It wasn’t Formula One, and he would never pretend it was, but it was something. A chance. A path back to the adrenaline-laced life he craved. But the words that should have been triumphant now felt heavy in his chest. He glanced over to the bed, where she lay curled up beneath the rumpled sheets, her dark hair spilling over the pillow in disarray.
She had followed him halfway across the world, leaving behind the gilded life of the paddock—the life she had known forever—for his sake. Her support had been relentless, fierce even, and yet, telling her about this felt harder than signing away the next year of his life. Logan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, his racing-worn hands trembling slightly as he moved towards the bed.
She was half-covered by the sheet, his oversized T-shirt slipping off one shoulder to reveal smooth skin. Her breathing was soft and steady, her lips parted slightly as she remained lost in sleep. For a moment, he stood still, watching her. She always managed to look so peaceful in moments like these, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed their lives for months.
“Hey,” he murmured, crouching down beside her. His voice was soft, almost apologetic as he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. She stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering, and a sleepy groan escaped her lips.
“Logan?” Her voice was a mix of grogginess and confusion, her eyes half-opening to find him kneeling by her side.
“Sorry to wake you,” he said, his lips curving into a small, sheepish smile. “I just… I didn’t want to wait.”
She shifted, propping herself up on one elbow. The blanket slipped down to her waist, and the sight of her in his shirt, her bare legs tangled in the sheets, made something tighten in his chest. “What is it?” she asked, her voice still soft but edged with curiosity.
He swallowed, suddenly unsure how to start. “I… I did it. I signed the contract.”
Her eyes widened slightly, the last remnants of sleep vanishing. She pushed herself upright, the movement causing her shirt to ride up slightly. “You did?” she asked, her tone unreadable.
“Yeah.” He looked down at his hands, suddenly feeling exposed. “It’s not what we talked about, but it’s a good team. Good people. And they think I’ve got something left in me.”
There was a pause, and then she reached out, her fingers sliding gently under his chin to tilt his face up to meet hers. Her expression softened, a smile spreading across her lips. “Of course you do,” she said, her voice steady and certain. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.”
Logan exhaled a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Her unwavering belief in him always caught him off guard. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, letting her warmth soothe the frayed edges of his nerves.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he admitted.
“You’re wrong,” she whispered, her hands slipping around his neck to pull him closer. “You just needed to remember who you are.”
The kiss came naturally, a slow and tender thing that grew deeper as their bodies closed the distance. Her hands trailed down his back, and he lifted her effortlessly, the sheet falling away as he settled her onto her feet. She was his anchor and his refuge, and in that moment, he let himself forget everything else but her.
Logan drew back just enough to meet her gaze, his fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt she wore. Slowly, he eased it upward, his knuckles brushing against her skin, her breath hitching at the feather-light touch. She raised her arms without hesitation, letting him slide the shirt over her head, revealing her completely to him in the dim light.
His own shirt was next. She reached for it, her hands firm but unhurried as she worked it over his shoulders. Her nails dragged down his stomach after he had shrugged his shirt off. Logan’s tanned skin glowed in the low light of their hotel room and his muscles were taut under her touch. Her eyes flicked up to his face, her drowsiness completely evaporated as she took in the dark look of his blue gaze and how his lips pulled back in a smile that left a promise of being gentle long forgotten. There was something different about him, yet familiar.
He was so handsome. His dirty blond hair was askew in many directions, giving him an unkempt look and helmet lines were still imprinted along his cheekbones. She loved helmet lines on him, it was ridiculously attractive but it felt so silly to admit. She bit her lip, suddenly feeling a bit shy under his intense gaze. She hadn’t seen him so… she didn’t even know how to describe it. But he was carrying himself differently and it was driving her wild.
His hands danced up her bare sides, making her shiver despite the warm temperature of the room. Logan’s fingers were rough, his hands well calloused over the years and even the faintest of touches was making her nerves feel as if they were turning into a mess of lustful sludge. The smile on his face deepened at her clear physical reaction to him, dimples appearing in his cheeks as his hands rested at her throat to cup it and push his thumbs up under her chin to tilt her head back.
“Mine?” he hummed, his voice making her heart stutter pathetically in her chest and she nodded as she rested her hands over his wrists.
“Hm?” She was sure she looked as dazed as she felt.
Logan laughed lightly as he tilted his head down, his warm breath that smelled of coffee teased her senses. “All mine,” he confirmed for her before pressing his mouth to hers again.
A whine left her at the contact, completely unwarranted and she hadn’t the faintest clue where it had come from. But with the way Logan groaned into the kiss and held onto her tighter, she figured she should keep making noises.
They stumbled backward, recklessly navigating the short distance to the bed. Their bodies fell into the threaded cotton heavily and neither cared how much ruckus they might’ve been causing. Logan was on top of her, the heat from his body something akin to heaven and one of his knees nudged her legs open so he could rest his hips against hers.
On instinct, her hands danced down to take hold of his belt to undo it. But when the kiss broke off and one of his large hands clamped over her wrists to stop her movements, she blinked up at him. Equal parts confused and annoyed.
For a while they had fallen into the routine where she took care of him. She didn’t mind, in all honesty. She loved making him feel good in any way she was capable. She loved being able to help make him relax. The past two years had almost ruined his mental health completely and she always tried to find ways to cheer him up, sexually or not. But she knew getting him off was always a great way for him to release tension.
Logan sat up on his knees, still trapping her beneath him and he took her bound hands and slowly lifted them above her head before leaning down and pressing them into the mattress, his face hovering over hers. Her breath caught when she realized what exactly was happening. The way his pupils were blown wide as he looked at her was a tall tale sign tonight was going to be something different.
“Don’t move until I say so.” His voice was sharp despite the fact the words were whispered.
Her mouth watered, which was pathetic. She blinked up at him stupidly like a deer caught in headlights.
He raised a brow at her, his free hand coming up to grip her jaw firmly but not enough to actually hurt. “Okay?”
She nodded but he shook his head. “I wanna hear you, baby. Tell me you know what to do.”
Swallowing thickly, she felt chills ravish her skin as his fingers trailed down her throat, further down between the cavern of her breast before resting and the edge of her underwear. Logan looked up at her, patient and expecting. Not going any further and deciding to toy with the little bow that was stitched onto the hem of her panties.
“Okay, darling.”
The instant glimmer that seemed to flick over his eyes as he gave her a look she couldn’t quite decipher was something she wanted engraved into her memory for the rest of eternity. Words such as yearning began to cross her mind but her brain quickly short circuited as her underwear was practically ripped off her and she felt his warm mouth latch onto her down there.
“Oh my god,” she choked out, much louder than she probably should’ve and not a moment later she felt one of Logan’s hands sneak up and curl around her throat. His other hand maneuvering one of her legs to drape over his shoulder before pulling the skin below her navel taught to fully expose herself to his wanting mouth.
She felt dizzy as his mouth pressed against her, the pressure delirious and his tongue made tight circles on her clit before flattening to drag up over it. Only for him to repeat the process at a pace that made her feel like she was already at a tipping point. A moan tore up her throat, but the pressure of his large hand against her skin made the sound strangled and only seemed to motivate him further.
A groan left his own lips and sent vibrations ringing through her. She barely registered the the feel of his tongue dragging up and over her stomach, landing on one her breasts and the sound of fabric rustling when she felt something much larger and more stiff than his tongue nudge at her entrance.
A gasp left her when she felt his hips slide against hers, entering her in one swift motion and filling her completely. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he said hotly against her skin as he started moving, letting her adjust for only a moment before picking up a pace that was nearly brutal.
She couldn’t help the delirious laugh that left her lips, feeling in bliss as the sound of his skin hitting hers echoed in the room and her stomach was winding itself up in knots. Logan leaned up slightly, his eyes catching on something ahead of them before taking her chin and pushing it back so she could see the wall behind them.
A mirror.
She immediately blushed the sight of him fucking her, about to look away but his grip tightened and she could see him smiling.
“Look at you, my hot girlfriend.”
She laughed again, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt but her eyes widened suddenly when he pulled out and flipped her around on her stomach. “Logan-“
His large hands gripped under her hips, yanking them upward so she was on her knees and arched for him. She barely had time to expel a breath when he entered her again, hips slamming against hers and his cock hitting so deep it brushed against her cervix. She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure as her fingers dug themselves into the sheets.
He leaned over her, his body pressed against hers and so warm, sweat slicking both of their skin. His warm breath ghosted over her ear as his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror. God, she looked like a whore. Her hair a mess and face flushed red, lips swollen and mouth ajar as her body slid against the sheets with each thrust of him into her.
“What would your dad say?”
Her father would probably have a stroke if he knew the driver he had fired recently was secretly dating his daughter, let alone fucking her like she was some sort of slut. A whine left her and she buried her face in the bedding when one of his hands snaked over her belly and found her clit, rubbing tight circles into it and she felt her legs begin to tremble.
An opiate-like haze began to fog up her senses and Logan’s other hand wound itself in her hair, yanking her head up. “Lemme see you, baby. Be good for me.”
When his fingers added just a bit more pressure to her clit, he thrusted inside her at the same time and her eyes rolled back and she fell over the edge almost violently. The sound that left her lips sounded distant and not quite herself, being clouded with the echoes of the groan that left Logan as his hands tightened on her hips. His grip so hard she was sure there might’ve been bruises left in the shape of his fingertips but the pressure was instantly forgotten when she felt him come inside of her.
They collapsed together, her falling flat on her stomach and he shifted slightly to the side so he didn’t crush her under his body. The room was boiling but the comfort of him being so close was something she would never get tired of.
She sighed in content as his fingers brushed her hair away from her face and she peeked up at him, face flushed and her own pupils probably blown as wide as his.
“Oh my God,” she panted, catching her breath. “I think I like this new version of you.”
Logan’s hans dropped from her hair as he pulled her close to him, both of them were sweaty and messy.
But she didn’t mind, she was glad to have her Logan back.
the end.
#f1#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#formula 1#formula one#logan sargent fluff#logan sargeant x you#logan sargent x reader#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant#ls2 fluff#ls2 fic#ls2 imagine#ls2 x reader#ls2#ls2 x you#ls2 smut#logan sargeant smut#f1 smut#formula one smut
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F1 RPF on AO3 x Omegaverse
Just a quick look at fics tagging the dynamics of characters in the F1 RPF fandom over on AO3. Of the ~42k fics, about 2.5k (or 6%) were tagged under the omegaverse.
I went through and analyzed each drivers' tags and here are what the most common designations are for the 15 drivers with the most omegaverse tags. This relies on authors tagging so it will miss fics that are not tagged.
Notes: omegaverse defined by the tags "alpha/beta/omega dynamics", which includes all associated sub-tags, per AO3's tagging system.
Feel free to check out the tag #f1 rpf analysis for more, and let me know what else you’d like to see!
A brief explanation of how tags are determined: AO3 has the concept of canonical tags, or common tags that can be filtered. All other tags referring to the same concept, including spelling and name variations, are linked to it as synonymous tags. For example, Kissing is a canonical additional tag. Kisses, all the kissing, and 亲吻 are synonymous tags for Kissing. I've replaced all such synonymous tags with their canonical tags for more accurate processing. This is based on the latest AO3 tags as of 9 Dec 2024 and may be updated by the official tag wranglers. There will be some errors especially if it is in the official system or at the fringes, but this system removes the ambiguity of different tagging systems (e.g. Nico/Lewis vs Lewis/Nico, or George Russell (Formula 1 RPF) vs George Russell (Racing Driver)
#f1#formula 1#f1 rpf#max verstappen#Charles leclerc#lando norris#lewis hamilton#Carlos sainz#Daniel ricciardo#Oscar piastri#George Russell#Sebastian vettel#pierre gasly#Logan sargeant#Sergio perez#Alex albon#kimi raikkonen#lance stroll
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Soulmate AU Masterlist
Inspired by the multiple posts on soulmate au's I've read over the years!!
Soulmarked (Franco Colapinto x Reader) The first words uttered by your soulmate are etched on a part of your skin for life.
Silent Connections (Oscar Piastri x Reader) You can hear your soulmate's thoughts. But what if one of them speaks before they think.
Fate Accelerates (Lewis Hamilton x Reader) There is a timer on your wrist counting down to when you meet your soulmate.
Hands off (Lando Norris x Reader) Your body has soulmate marks where they will touch you for the first time.
Smooth Operator (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader) You hear a song when your soulmate is close by and the volume increases as they get close like a game of hot n cold.
The One (Charles Leclerc x Reader) Your soulmate has always been by your side because they were always your soulmate.
The moment (Zhou Guanyu x Reader) You only see colours after you meet your soulmate.
Dreamer's compass (Max Verstappen x Reader) You get to see glimpses of your soulmate in your dreams.
Soul's tapestry (Yuki Tsunoda x Reader) You get glimpses into your soulmate's memories, which feels like deja vu.
In every life (Ollie Bearman x Reader) You remember your past lives with your soulmate.
When stars align (Logan Sargeant x Reader) You are meant to meet the one, no matter what.
Linked by pain (Lance Stroll x Reader) You can feel your soulmate's pain.
#soulmate au#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#formula 1 x reader#f1 fanfic#formula 1 imagine#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x you#formula 1 fanfic#formula one fic#formula one fanfiction#formula one imagine#formula one x you#formula one x y/n#formula 1 fic#formula 1 x y/n#formula 1 x you#franco colapinto#oscar piastri#lewis hamilton#lando norris#carlos sainz junior#charles leclerc#zhou guanyu#max verstappen#yuki tsunoda#ollie bearman#logan sargeant#lance stroll
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YES, YES.! MY THAT DREAM WHERE I SAW THE BABY IS A CARBON COPY OF OSCAR WITH LOGAN'S HAIR AND EYES. OH MY GOD. IT'S REAL.
Jesus…
from logan:💅🏽✨🎀🫦
from oscar:🙂🤪🫨😺 (he is a polite cat)
#logan sargeant#oscar piastri#luke browning#HE IS THEIR SON#loscar#formula 1#f1#what the fuck#that's serious shit#like I swear I dreamt of it#months ago#gonna cry#gonna laugh#gonna cry again#and then smile#because life imitates dream
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mercedes & williams masterlist!
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logan sargent
meetings from the past you and logan reconnect after years apart
accidental injury logan can't look where he's going, too bad he runs straight into you.
lovers in denial you and logan don't get along. or do you?
alex albon
love and lies you and Alex have been fake dating for the sake of the team, then one night changes it all.
george russell
Opposites attract, right? you have a pretty bad track record when it comes to being forgetful...
protection the fight with max reaches a boiling point
lewis hamilton
married man Married? Maybe. But why does everyone else need to know?
mistake lewis fucks up
kimi antonelli
taking care kimi takes care of you, in his own special way
breaking up (not making up) you've had it with kimi always putting you second.
franco colapinto
mi senora you and franco barely know each other, yet he's obsessed with you. could this turn into a budding romance?
too warm franco finds a way to gain your favor... only it doesn't go as planned.
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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)
#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant#logan sargent x reader#logan seargent#logan sergeant x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 x you#formula one x y/n#formula one x reader#formula one x you#formula 1 x you#formula 1#f1 fluff#formula one imagine#formula one#lewis imagine#lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton x reader#george russell x you#george russell fluff#george russell x y/n#george russell x reader#george russell#lewis hamilton fanfic#franco colapinto fanfic#franco colapinto fic#franco colapinto smau#franco colapinto fluff
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wherever you go next, you’ll be awesome
#logan sargeant#ls2#williams f1#formula 1#elms#racing#motorsport#art#traditional art#pencil drawing#traditional drawing#artists on tumblr#narrative illustration#new beginnings
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Incredibly cinematic. How have I not seen this before? Tragically beautiful, as with them in general
bring them back ong 😿
#f1#logan sargeant#ls2#alex albon#aa23#sargebon#very good edit#tears are everywhere#i miss them a lot like it actually makes my heart ache a little
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Oh yeah I knew I could pin him as an iced coffee girlie
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant, Alexander Albon/George Russell, Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg, Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Characters: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Alexander Albon, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Nico Rosberg, Lia Block, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr Additional Tags: victorian au, Courtship, Alex and George are Logan’s parents, Lewis and Nico are grandparents, Romance, Eventual Romance, Logan and Lia are siblings Summary:
The former head of the House of McLaren has suddenly married a Spanish duke and left poor Oscar, the newly titled Earl of McLaren, scrambling for a spouse. It’s such a shame that while well-titled and wealthy, the young earl doesn’t possess the social grace that would make one successful in the marriage market. Meanwhile, The House of Mercedes’s grandchild, Logan, was unsuccessful during his first social season and now enters this one in hopes of finding love. Though considering his parent’s and grandparent’s love story, he might have better luck being single.
#f1 fic#f1 rpf#logan sargeant#oscar piastri#loscar#formula 1#galex#brocedes#carlando#Victorian!AU Loscar#How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways#george russell#alex albon#nico rosberg#lewis hamilton#carlos sainz#lando norris
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idk i think this is gonna become a thing
Keep You Warm
pre-slash norgeant
lando is cold, which isn’t new or anything but there’s something viscous about this one. his fingers feel numb and he has an ache starting in his lower back. he shifts restlessly, moving his back off the wall of the williams’ hospitality.
he was waiting for alex, but he’s half sure he saw lily flitting around behind the glass walls so the chances of alex coming out on time are low. he debates leaving, ducking his way all the way back to the front of the paddock to his own team hospitality.
his thoughts are cut short when the door swings open, logan and his trainer stepping out. the two aren’t talking, his trainer on the phone as logan’s eyes meet lando’s.
lando doesn’t really talk to logan, most because there’s nothing to talk about besides their one true mutual, but there’s only so much you can talk about oscar before it starts sounding possessive and obsessive.
a strong shiver wracks his body, his muscles aching at how tense he’s holding his body. logan tilts his head almost questioningly, eyes tracking his movements as another shiver hits him.
before lando knows it, logan is heading over, waving off his trainer.
“hey, alex says he’ll be a while.” logan says, “he said you can wait inside but at most he’ll take fifteen minutes.”
“it’s because of lily isn’t it?” lando grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. his fingers feel like icicles against his skin, and really, why didn’t he bring his sweater?!
logan shrugs, “i think he was talking to his engineer, actually.” he looks over his shoulder where his trainer is still waiting. logan’s eyes lock with lando’s before hes sighing, unzipping his sweater and thrusting it towards him.
“oscar will kill me if i let his teammate get cold,” logan explains as lando stares at the material almost wearily. it seems soft, thick enough to fight off the chill currently trying to kill him. lando realizes he might’ve taken to long as logan approaches him with a disgruntled huff of his breath, slipping the sweater over lando’s shoulder.
lando is immediately engulfed by the residual body heat, goosebumps flaring across his skin as logan adjusts the sweater. the sweater is almost huge on him, logan’s general height and broadness making him feel like he’s drowning in the unfairly soft material. his nose twitches at the subtle scent of logan’s cologne as the man in question steps back.
“see you around.” and then he’s gone, disappearing down the paddock with his hands in his pockets, his trainer by his side’s.
lando can’t help but stare as he shoves his arms through the sleeves, zipping it up and tries not to think about how the ends drape over his hands.
when alex does show up, the first thing he points out is the sweater, “isn’t that logan’s?”
and all lando can say is, “shut up.” face flushing as he tucks the bottom half of his face into the collar and tries not to make it too obvious that he’s breathing in logan’s scent.
#logan sargeant#lando norris#this goes out to my logan/lando enjoyers#they could be so tragic and instead i make this silly and soft#i actually really love this pairing and the delusions i have made up for them#anyway i’m having fun writing these little things#i can’t remember their paring name though#enjoy 💞💞#norgeant#is that right? i think it is#anyway dedicating this to that one blog keeping the tag alive
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He is free and he is loved, that's all that matters now
By Gary Watkins
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Logan in different racing suits because I miss him so much
#logan sargeant#logie bear#I probably missed more but Tumblr from the phone only lets you add 10 photos#I love black and yellow so much#and the pink is great!!#I refuse to include Williams#I'm sorry but I'm not sorry
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