#sargeAnt

[sargeicons]

msr test icons!

(will do a pt2 with only the pink suit ones)

like if you save

[ineffablejaymee]

echo, telling the bad batch about how calm kind and cool General Kenobi was and that they were friends:

hunter, trying very hard not to show fear because the last time he saw kenobi was after a mission during which cody broke his arm. Obi-wan's calm passive agressive smile still haunts him in nightmares: uhuh :)

[verstappensrealwife]

DNF - Logan Sargeant x Reader

[ logan sargeant masterlist  / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... logan takes his anger out on his girlfriend. ʚɞ smut  ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 600 words ʚɞ warnings: mean-ish logan, angry logan, fem!reader insinuated, sex, smut, fingering, P in V. established relationship.

-୨♡୧-

He was hot and sweaty from the first half of the race, and after he crashed, he couldn't hold back his rage any longer. He stood by his team as they nitpicked every minor detail he messed up, scrutinizing every little thing. He could barely contain himself, feeling the need to be shouting at everyone, and eventually, he saw you.

So beautiful, almost oblivious to his fury. Before he could think, he was already dragging you along with him to his driver's room, his breath ragged as he struggled to contain the growing problem in his suit. "What's wrong, lovely?" you breathed as he slammed the door and locked it.

"Shut up," he hissed, grabbing you by the waist and crashing his lips onto yours. You yelped and kissed back once you could process what was happening. "Stupid fucking team, and car."

You could barely hold back your moans as he shoved his hands under your skirt and tore your underwear away. You were uncomfortably wet because of him, and he reveled in it. His fingers curled inside you, your legs almost giving in as he relentlessly pushed deeper. "Please-"

"I said, shut the fuck up," he cut you off, slapping his hand over your mouth, backing you into the couch, and hovering over you. Pulling his fingers out and gripping your face, "So, so beautiful," he muttered as he yanked your tank top over your head and threw it behind him.

He didn't warn you; he just rammed his cock inside you, relentlessly smacking his hips against yours. He wasn't trying to be mean; he just couldn't help himself. And you loved it.

Your skirt bunched up around your waist, your tank top gone somewhere in the room. You were ethereal.

He took his anger out on you, skin slapping skin as he lost control. He pulled out of you and spilled himself all over your pretty skirt. You didn't notice, nor would you have cared if you had. You were breathless, panting, exhausted, eyes barely open as he rushed around the room, grabbing things to clean you with.

"Sorry if I was rough..." he whispered, kissing your forehead. "Just needed you so badly, baby."

"'s okay... was good." You mumbled mindlessly as he pulled the skirt off and forced a pair of his joggers up your legs.

"Wanna go out to eat?" he asked, noticing how you weren't moving anytime soon. "... after a big nap?" he added.

You could only nod as your eyes shut completely and your arm went limp, falling off the side of the sofa. "Love you," was the last thing you muttered before you were dead asleep.

"I love you more than you know."

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SMUT. cringes me out. Tried not to be too detailed idk if i like it but hey ho! i needed to post

[mrs-saturday]

🏹 The Archer (LS2)

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

♥ synopsis: The aftermath.

♥ a/n: Im so upset. Im broken. This is my grieving process

Combat, I'm ready for combat,

The pre-race ritual has always been the same for Logan and you. In front of the mirror, your hands slipping around his toned midriff, nails tracing the evidence of gym sessions beneath his race suit, his helmet on its stand, air at a standstill, as his head falls back onto your shoulder with a shaky exhale.

He knew it, and you knew it.

Zandvoort was the last one, and even though no one knew that for certain, and Vowles hadn't called the meeting, hadn’t thrown down the gavel on the blonde’s dream, you both knew it and it sat in your stomachs like a weight.

He picks his head back up, and turns to face you, planting a small kiss on your nose, and you do the same.

His nose is awfully cold, but you watch him slip the helmet on, and pray that it warms him through.

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

Watching him spin out was like the nail in the coffin.

Watching orange tongues lap at the rear of his car was enough to drive you to a Hamlet-like state; to jump in his grave, pull the casket lid wide, and scream to the onlookers your love. 

When he’s back from medical, he looks at you, a silent acceptance of the end of his career quite literally going up in flames. He runs over, head buried in your chest as silent sobs wrack through his trembling frame. “Logan…” you mutter into his hair, about to ask what he thought would happen to his seat.

“I don’t even want it anymore…” he cries

“But, what if you do?”

'Cause cruelty wins in the movies,

He was told he was out 2 days before they announced it. The young Argentinian with his head hung low in the meeting room, unable to look at Logan. The cold fist of Vowles telling him what he’d been expecting, but the thought of him ruining this young boy’s career filled him with rage. 

How dare he do this again. How dare he do this to another bright star, to ignite his explosion all too short of a supernova. 

I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

You try to get him to stop for a moment, but he’s sat furiously typing. He has to get it all out, he says. Too many thoughts, he says. He types and types as you hold him. Every frustration, every late upgrade, every lost nugget of feedback, every false promise, the results of which spilled into the American’s notes app like he was a teenage girl, feeling her heartbreak through lines of shower thoughts and ill-placed rhymes.

When he finished, he exhaled, and looked at you, with a weak smile, and hit delete on the note. 

Easy they come, easy they go

You two don’t stay in the UK long. The boxes are full the day it’s announced and the flights to Florida only a few days after. 

“Home” he had begged on that night, “If the track can’t be, I want to make home with you”

And you agreed, you packed up your life in England alongside him, the helmets and trophies of past delegated to a manila coloured box labelled “FRAGILE: HANDLE WITH CARE”

They would stay there.

For a while, at least.

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

The last thing he does is visit Oscar. Or at least, he tries to. His rosy knuckles tap on the Australian’s door one last time before he realises Oscar is not answering, despite the party going on inside the house. He is far too busy living their dream to remember to answer to the door to a boy delegated to a photograph on his mother’s refrigerator. 

I never grew up, it's getting so old, Help me hold onto you

It’s like he’s 11 again, in his parent’s living room, watching ‘Top Gun’, and eating popcorn. No one has bought it up. Not you, not his parents, not Dalton, it hangs in the air like the wheel had clung to his car by a wire’s length. Instead, you all ignore it for the simple pleasure of family. You laugh as he throws popcorn at his brother like they’re children. And you smile to yourself.

He never got to be a kid, really so why not hold onto that freedom now?

I've been the archer

He’d been the winner

I've been the prey

He was the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

You could never leave him, darling.

But who could stay?

Home always stayed.

[saylercreates]

Here's the picture without the cropping :)

[avida-heidia-5]

This whole F1 season really has been “early rookie F1 season”, hasn’t it?

What I mean by that is that we’ve had so many rookies making their debuts in the sport much earlier than expected:

• Ollie Bearman filled in for Carlos Sainz Jr. when he had appendicitis and couldn’t make it to Saudi Arabia.

• Liam Lawson replaced Daniel Ricciardo when he was unexpectedly dropped from RB before the US GP. He had no control over the decision as it came completely out of nowhere, so he had no other choice. An unfair send-off, in my opinion.

• Franco Colapinto filled in for Logan Sargeant when he was dropped from Williams. Like with Daniel, this was also unexpected and beyond his control.

• And now Jack Doohan will be replacing Esteban Ocon, who will be testing for Haas in preparation for next year!

It’s genuinely getting harder and harder to keep track of which rookie is staying and which one’s going. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[musaslullaby]

Can we all agree that Logan Sargeant didn't deserve to be sent away before the end of the season?

[sainznet]

LOGAN SARGEANT with the cutest little golden puppy

[sunrizef1]

I don't understand being able to spell sargeant but not colapinto

[leosxrealm]

i can’t explain it but Logan Sargeant’s smile lines are his prettiest features

[patowrd]

logan’s better than me id be hitting ppl in that garage 😭

[mickf1loverf2too]

Since have seen a few Logan fans asking how Indy works

Im gonna share a link from X which really helped me understand it 🥰

[logiesargeant]

logan girlies we are being SPOILT this fine thursday media day

[verstappensrealwife]

sainz to williams 😀😀

logan 😦

[saltposter]

MADE AN AMOGUS FIT FOR EVERY COLOR WITH MY MIRACUBE STUFF (and mini crewmate and robot, I did spend 1.99 ú-ù) I WAS BORED BC TOYALOI IS OUT OF TOWN ENJOY!!

[watchalltherennsport]

Me every day before work...