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someone needs to make a fanfic where logan is a frat boy 💔💔 literally anything can be an smau or written please im desperate 😔😔 (if yall have ideas my request are open 😉😉)

Very excited for this!!

Blind Items (An F1 Series)

A new wave of rumors has hit the paddock about everyone's beloved drivers! 1. Teen Dad (OP81) 2. Vegas weddings (WIP)

3. To be revealed!

Requesting info! I will write for any of the drivers for these blind items. Problem is I only have so many ideas so if any of you have any specific drivers with specific scenarios you would like to see just send it to me!

best dress * fem!driver

when pictures circulate on instagram of her on a night out in her best dress, the guys start to get curious who she’s out and about with on a saturday night

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, george russell x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver, max verstappen x fem!driver

warnings: none

notes: i may have gotten carried away with this one… and this might have played out a LOT funnier in my head than it does written down

(series masterlist)

she pushes the door open and steps out of her racing home. she looks left and right cautiously, careful not to catch her colleagues’ attentions. there’s many nights she’d appreciate their companionship but tonight is not that night.

she can only step one down before her worst nightmare comes to life.

“hey, where are you going?” she turns her head, mouth agape as she meets lando’s curious eyes. his eyes scan her body and his head tilts. “and why are you all dressed up?”

she straightens her body and pats her dress down. she flicks her hair behind her shoulder, trying to ignore the awkward tension in the air.

“um,” she trails off, glancing at the group of engineers walking past them without another thought. “i’m going out tonight.”

lando’s smile drops. “oh,” he slouches, “i was here to ask you if you wanted to grab drinks with us at the bar tonight.”

“hey lando, did you f- what are you wearing?” oscar’s jaw drops, nose scrunched up as he points at her in what can only be described as disgust. “where are you even going?”

“out,” she answers with gritted teeth, glancing at the gantries of the paddocks. it’s so close yet so far away. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay? i’ve really got to go.”

“but you never turn down post-quali drinks at the bar,” lando frowns. he presses his palm against his chest and throws his head back. “i can’t believe you’d betray me like that.”

oscar looks her up and down, eyebrow raising as it gets to the heels she’s put on. “why are you wearing heels? seriously, where the hell are you going?”

“exploring the city!”

“exploring the c– we’re here year after year. we know the best spots!” lando defends. “come on! we’re going to have so much fun!”

“you’re exploring the city in heels?”

she narrows her eyes down into a mean glare. of course this is the one time that oscar decides to remember she doesn’t wear high heels for exploration purposes. “yeah.”

“you know you want to come with us.” lando shimmies his shoulders, face hopeful that the driver would change her mind. but she still shakes her head and his smile immediately drops. “fine. be that way.”

“i’m sorry, i already arranged my plans even before we flew to miami,” she laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. “if you guys are going out tomorrow, i’m free to join.”

lando intertwines his fingers. “okay. but if you cancel again, i’m crashing into you the next race.”

“okay,” she chuckles, readjusting the strap of her purse. “i’ll catch you guys tomorrow.”

oscar rolls his eyes, but a smile still stretches his lips. “don’t get lost. it’s a big city, (y/n).”

~✨🏎️✨~

“yeah, penelope’s doing amazing,” max nods, his arm resting on the back of lando’s chair. one of his legs over the other, he takes a swig of his beer. “she just started school recently.”

“oh, i s-“

“hold up!” lando holds his arm out to max’s chest, his scream startling everyone seated around the table. the light from his phone illuminates his face as everyone turns to him with a puzzled stare. “oh, my god!”

“what?” max answers just as enthusiastically, smacking lando’s thigh to get his attention. lando lifts the phone up into his face, squinting as he tries to make out the person in the picture.

“yeah, don’t cut me off,” george scoffs as he folds his arms over his chest. “i was just asking if-“

“(y/n)’s out on a date!” lando yells, smacking max’s chest. he pushes himself off the chair and throws the phone into george’s lap. “dude, i knew it! i knew there was a reason she’s all dressed up!”

“seriously!” george screams towards his fellow brit.

“a date?” oscar scoffs, in absolute disbelief that his best friend could even have the ability to attract a man. “there’s no way.”

max grins sheepishly, handing the phone over to the australian. “i’m afraid so. someone saw her in a restaurant with a guy,” max states, “it’s all over instagram.”

oscar snorts, slowly analysing the grainy picture of the girl in a restaurant with somebody. sure, it’s similar to the dress she wore when they caught her sneaking out of the paddocks, but how sure can they be that it’s her?

“we should go and find her!” max suggests, his face lighting up and cheeks flushed from all the alcohol. he jumps in his seat and smacks george’s thigh lightly. “dude, let’s find her!”

“are you crazy?” george grabs max’s hand and throws it back at his body. “her date’s none of our business!”

though, lando disagrees with his friend. he clasps his hands together with a loud sound. “let’s go, gentlemen. we’re crashing (y/n)’s date.”

but only max stands up, hands on his hips and chest puffed out. “i’m ready. i’ve got my brave face on.”

“you look absolutely ridiculous,” george raises an eyebrow, “i don’t believe you used to scare off victoria’s suitors when you were younger.”

“me neither, but it somehow worked,” max nods proudly, turning slightly to look at george. “come on! this is practice for when it’s penelope’s turn! i have to make it believable this time.”

“you’re so drunk, mate,” george sighs. yet he still gets off his seat. “but i kinda want to see this with my own eyes.”

lando turns to oscar, still planted in his seat. lando doesn’t get to say a word before oscar starts shaking his head vigorously.

lando slouches. “why not?”

“i absolutely don’t believe that (y/n) is strong enough to take me in a normal fight,” oscar shakes his head, “but i’ve learned my lesson squeezing myself into a scenario that involves her dating life.”

george tilts his head. “what?”

oscar looks up, eyes scanning the three older men towering over him. “she gave me a really bad bruise one time when i scared off this guy that hit on her in the mall.”

“so?” max yanks oscar off his seat. “i’ll protect you. come on, i’ve got to see who’s sweeping (y/n) off her feet.”

“okay, but remember to tell her i tried to stop you,” oscar mutters, letting max push him towards the door.

~✨🏎️✨~

after many dms sent on instagram, phone calls made, and struggles to find a taxi, the four have finally arrived at the restaurant. it’s a quiet establishment in the further end of the city, heads turning as passersby recognise the huddled men by the entrance.

“are you sure it’s this one?” oscar looks up at the sign. it’s a lot fancier than he expected. “doesn’t really seem like (y/n)’s gig.”

“if i were taking the grid’s princess out on a date, i’d take her to a fancy restaurant too,” max shrugs, following oscar’s stare.

the amount of time it took them to connect the puzzle pieces really sobered him up.

george taps his foot on the ground, craning his neck for a better look through the window. “are you sure it’s here? i don’t see her.”

“the girl that posted it said she was here when snapped the picture,” lando confirms, looking between his phone screen and the sign of the restaurant. “what if (y/n) tricked us knowing we’d come running?”

once the server comes back out, guiding them to their table, each of them does their own part to pick the girl from the crowd.

“i don’t see her,” max sighs, taking one last look at the restaurant’s tables and picking up the menu. “there’s no way we ditched the bar for a wild goose chase.”

“because she’s in the far corner over there,” oscar says nonchalantly, head flicking towards the other end of the restaurant where it’s slightly darker than normal. “i noticed her when we were outside the restaurant.”

george slowly turns his head to oscar. “while we were busting our asses looking for her?”

oscar shrugs, eyes boring into the menu for a snack to fill himself with. “i told you — i’m not getting another bruise for meddling with her love life.”

“nice! there’s a table closer to her!” max suddenly says, already on his feet to follow the waiter. he turns around and beckons his friends to follow him. “come on!”

they keep their heads low as the face of the familiar girl comes into sight. oscar even covers with his face with the menu, having learned his lesson from all those years ago.

they’re a table diagonal from her, menus up to cover their faces from her. “dude, who is she with?”

“i don’t know, i can’t get a look at his face without revealing mine,” george mutters, peeking slightly above his menu. he darts back down and rolls his eyes. “max, your turn.”

“don’t make it look obvious,” lando mutters, nudging max’s elbow with his. “look like you’re looking for a waiter.”

max swiftly turns in his seat, completely twisting his torso to get a look. but the man is faced away, the driver comfortably sitting in the booth seat as she giggles at something he said.

“dude, i can’t,” max shrugs, shying away behind his menu once more.

to the table next to them, a menu drops and reveals sebastian. “what are you idiots doing here?”

george’s jaw drops, pointing a finger at the older man. “we could ask you the same.”

“we saw her getting in a random ass car outside the paddocks.” the other menu across sebastian lowers, revealing logan with his hood covering his head. “we followed her here.”

“so you know who she’s with?” max asks in a hushed whisper, leaning towards their table. he looks down at the empty table. “you haven’t ordered anything?”

“it took us a while to get a table,” logan shrugs, pulling his hood further down to cover his face. “food’s in the kitchen.”

“oh, what did you get?” max asks, now looking back at the menu for something to order.

“mate!” george scolds, rolling his eyes before facing the other table. “who is she with?”

“according to blythe, it’s jacob elordi,” sebastian says, then shrugs with the roll of his eyes. “whoever that is.”

“oh, i’ve heard of him,” max nods, pressing his lips together. “he was in euphoria, wasn’t he?”

the table falls silent, heads turning to look at the dutchman as his confession falls from his lips. max notices their stares and he simply shrugs. “kelly and i like to watch shows over the break.”

“still not a show i expected you to be watching,” lando scoffs, turning slightly to get a glimpse of the girl once more. “isn’t he a bit too old for her?”

max straightens up, stiffly turning to look at lando. his head tilts as an unimpressed expression lands on his face. “dude. easy on the age gap.”

“yours doesn’t count,” lando sighs, “she’s practically a baby!”

oscar clicks his tongue. “but i mean… jacob elordi isn’t ugly, yes? an upgrade from her only boyfriend, right, max?”

max shrugs. “i guess.”

sebastian nods towards the table, his eyes suddenly widening at the empty booth seat. “where did she go? did she ditch him?”

“no, she caught you.” a low feminine voice makes all their heads turn to the end of the table. she looks down and pulls the hood off of logan’s head and shoves him forward slightly. “why are you here? you’re better than this!”

logan shrugs, chuckling slightly. “you were being secretive! i was just curious!”

“this is the last time i’m going on a date from the paddocks,” she grunts, stomping her heel into the ground. “go home, you guys! we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

sebastian hisses as the waiter stops behind her, dishes resting on top of the tray in his hands. “we already got some food.”

she narrows her eyes down, locking eyes with max. “you’re here too?”

max nods. “i suggested this,” his eyes go around the table, “team bonding activity.”

“i just wanted to see what would happen,” george admits. he points at max seated opposite him, “he said he wanted to scare off whoever your date is.”

“it’s true, i heard him say it,” lando nods, a small and guilty smile flashes at her. “we were just concerned about you.”

sebastian grabs her wrist gently, shaking her arm. “don’t be mad anymore. come on…”

“and you!” she points a finger at the australian sitting quietly between logan and george. his head snaps up at the yelp, wide and guilty eyes meeting hers. “i told you to stop meddling with my love life!”

“what?” oscar screams back, dropping his menu. “i was dragged here against my will!”

“i don’t believe you!”

“max!” oscar looks at max, then points at the furious girl as he awaits his explanation.

max stares at him for a second too long, and a giggle erupts from his throat. “right! right… we forced him here. he did not want another bruise, he said.”

“good,” she scolds, turning on her heel. “we’re leaving.”

“but we just got here!” lando squeaks. he cowers into his seat when she turns back around to glare at him, giving him flashbacks to a time when his mother would use it on him. “i mean, enjoy your time and don’t get too tired. it’s race day tomorrow.”

oscar doesn’t bother looking at her again. “see you tomorrow, loser.”

“where are you going?” george asks, a mischevious grin on his face to challenge her. “back to the hotel for some fun time?”

“a walk,” she sighs, dropping her head. she leans on the table. “my heels are killing me.”

“oh, i’ve got you,” sebastian mutters, disappearing underneath the table. out of his bag is a pair of doll shoes, the ones that she keeps in the garage when her time in the race car is over. “i saw these lying around aimlessly and thought i should keep them for you before it gets too dirty.”

she glares at him, hesitantly taking the shoes into her hand. “you took these from my room, didn’t you?”

sebastian shrugs. “you don’t wear heels very often, kid.”

“give me recommendations for date places,” logan smiles. “maybe next time i’ll have a girl out here with me. like you with jacob elordi.”

her mood changes back to what it was before: a mixture of irritation and not one of amusement. “i will kill you guys tomorrow. my date is waiting for me outside.”

oscar waves her towards the door. “i trust you’ll text logan and i about this later.”

“hey, i want in!” lando adds on, completely ignoring the girl walking away to the door.

“dude, this is seriously none of our business.”

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logan sargeant x driver!reader

🪩 synopsis: what if Logan's contract was not renewed in December of 2023? Williams makes the decision to sign Formula 2 Champion Theo Pourchaire instead. While on the other side of motor sports, IndyCar driver Y/n L/n is also cast aside like her childhood friend. With the 2024 season approaching, and no seats in sight, how will these two finally show off their skills and prove they have what it takes to be the next motor sports stars? Well, they need a fast team and a reputations era...

Prologue - My Reputation's Never Been Worse

Chapter 1 - The Beginning of an Era

Drabble No.1 F1 driver as your bf

OK but imagine you are dating a f1 driver, whichever you want, and they come home in a really bad mood because it was a shitty race and usually this results in two outcomes :

-> Comfort: Just a big grumpy baby that wants cuddles and kisses. Enjoying the peace and quiet in each other's arms as soothing words and sweet nothings are whispered. Nice hot shower (maybe?) to relieve all the emotional pressure and a nice dinner in bed while watching a movie <3

-> Fucking your brains out : Picture this ...

Him walking fast towards the apartment/house/whatever and letting the door slam shut. Him stalking towards you still in the racing suit, being sweaty and all. Easily picking you up and placing you in kitchen counter. Removing swiftly all your clothes and unzipping the suit letting it fall snuggly at his hips.

From then on being at his mercy. Because he has to let out all the frustration and what better way to do so than teasing his girl to the brink of insanity.

Or a more possible scenario .... Making you suck him off. Knowing that it will boost the much lowered self esteem. So you drop on your knees in front of him as he places a hand to you head, following our body. Teasing him in return. Starting by kissing the tip and licking him from the base to the tip. Slowly fitting him in your mouth and placing your hands underneath the low hanging racing suit, grabbing his ass and burying your nails there, leaving ten moonshaped marks. Moving your head even further, taking more of him in your mouth every single time. Until your nose is grazing his groin. And then letting his cock with a satisfying pop and switching to his balls. Sucking them as moans and groans leave him because he was so impossibly close and now you are purely torturing him in the best possible way.

But then when he has enough, the hand that was simply resting on your head, will grab a handful of your hair. Guiding you back to his cock, past your open lips. And setting a new pace by moving your face back and forth in a speed you could never move while fitting his cock in your mouth. His hips jerking and his ass clenching, trying to prolong the on coming orgasm but to no avail. And then he comes in your mouth, admiring your tear-stained face, as drool falls to your chin and your eyes are shining with lust, love and admiration. Officially losing himself to you.

☆; here you'll find all the fics/blurbs/drabbles i have written so far.

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the eras masterlist (ts x f1)

lando norris

you are in love ; part of the ts x f1 series

charles leclerc

coming soon !

fernando alonso

coming soon !

alex albon

coming soon !

jenson button

coming soon !

lewis hamilton

coming soon !

carlos sainz

coming soon !

sebastian vettel

coming soon !

mark webber

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kimi raikkonen

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george russell

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max verstappen

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oscar piastri

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other f1 drivers

superstar ; mick schumacher

begin again ; pierre gasly

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jschlatt

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ted nivison

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johnnie guilbert

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jake webber

jake x rockstar!reader

tara yummy

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hasan piker

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☆; jackass

johnny knoxville

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steveo

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☆; misc

joost klein

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A good call early in the morning

-> Word Count: almost 2000 :)

-> Warnings: very fluff, SMUT +16 (petnames, cocky Logan...)

It was 9 am when Logan's phone started ringing, and I immediately felt Logan groaning and twirling in bed.

-Baby, pick it up or turn it off- I groaned in a whisper, too tired to speak louder.

-Sorry sweetie, I have to attend, it's from Williams.

I feel him getting up and going to the kitchen. After what I think there was about 15 minutes he comes back with the most beautiful smile I have seen.

-I can see it was a good call- I tease him, still in bed, but spurred on it.

-Baby, come here - He invited me to cuddle while coming back to bed.

-Well, are you gonna tell me what it was about?- I ask him with curiosity.

-Maybe, maybe not the Williams seat is mine next season - he says as if it was something that happens normally.

-WHAT THE HELL LO!? -I ask jumping from the bed

-NO WAY, congratulations baby- I say throwing myself at him, filling his face with kisses and hugging him like a koala.

We spend the next hours cuddling in bed , eating breakfast and drinking our coffee. -I will be the next champion- I say certain. -I hope so baby, but Williams it's not in the best moment, we're barely in points - he says serious as always. -But you are going to make much progress, you will see, and no one is as beautiful as you - I whisper in his ear, making him smile and kiss me.

- How about going to the beach? We have to celebrate it- He suggests with a smile on his face. We get ready for a relaxing evening, we take our swimsuits and a bag with our favourite snacks and drinks and spend 2 hours sitting on the sand watching the sunset in silence until it gets dark, and we decide to go back home to get dressed as we're going to his favourite restaurant with his family to celebrate the announcement.

He puts a shirt and some shorts and I dress up in a floral dress I know he loves besides it's summer and it's hot even at night. Although he takes a jacket just in case because he knows I'm always cold. We go to the restaurant in his car, his family is already there, when we get there we hug and kiss everyone and sit down at the table to have dinner, after a while the conversation turns to me as we establish a conversation about my life.

-So you are from Spain, aren't you?- His dad asks me with interest.

-Yes, I'm from Barcelona-I respond with a smile.

-So how did the two of you met?-His brother gets into the conversation.

-I was a marshal on the Montmeló track this year and we met there and the rest is history.

-I saw her when I was going back from the podium and I had the courage to ask her out, she was confused because I was talking too fast according to her but she accepted - Logan says with a smile on his face.

-It's true! I talk too fast for me to understand- I grumble back and he hugs me a little bit while mocking me. -Next time I'll start speaking Spanish or Catalan - I say smiling to him.

 We all sit down to have dinner together and we talk, I answer all the questions they ask me and I also ask some, the main thing is that I'm enjoying myself, and I love the fact that Logan likes it when his family makes fun of him so does he with them.

-Ok now seriously, let us talk about the wedding - his mum says, gaining Logan's full attention. -Oh yeah! When will it be?- His brother asks from the other side of the table.

-Well I don't know yet, we are very Ing and we want to see where life gets us, but I'm very clear that she is the love of my life.-he tells them while holding my hand.

-Excellent said son - his dad says.

We finish our dinner and go on to have dessert but soon Logan tells me that he wants to get out of there because it's getting late. After saying goodbye we go home; the trip is very pleasant, with my Taylor Swift playlist in the speakers and us discussing and talking about the most random things we can think, but it's something normal about us.

Once at home, he couldn't wait anymore to kiss me so he started a steamy make-out session in the living room.

-Logan, bedroom please - I whimper with shaky voice.

-As I ask baby - he smirks as he throws me over his shoulder and makes his way up to our bedroom.

Logan leaned, grinding against Ir core, Ir hips moving impatiently against him in return.

-I’re so sexy in that dress.-, he whispered into my ear, making me shiver.

 His hands gripped the fabric of Ir dress needily until they got a hold of Ir ass. 

Then he picked I up and carried I to his bedroom without interrupting the fiery kiss between the two of I. Ir legs wrapped around him, giving I more stability to grind Ir core against his crotch. 

When he’d reached his room he laid me down on the mattress. 

Instead of following I though, he stood over I and took I in as he admires my beauty, lying there on the bed only for him. 

-What is it?-, I asked breathlessly, Ir mind racing with the wildest thoughts of his lips on Ir skin. 

-Nothing.-, he shrugged, a smile creeping onto his face. 

-Just think that you're beautiful.-, he explained, before he crouched down to take off Ir heels. 

At a loss for words, I sat up on my elbows, watching as he carefully freed me from the uncomfortable shoes. 

Once he’d succeeded, he pulled me towards the edge of the bed by my legs, making me gasp. 

His face was now directly in front of I.  I sucked in air loudly in anticipation. 

-Logan..-, I panted, feeling his breath against I as he pushes Ir dress up

I was so wet by now that I was desperately craving Ir release. 

-All in good time, pretty girl.-, he smirked, spreading my legs to give him more room.

His hands slowly crept up Ir thighs while he kissed his way up from Ir inner thigh to Ir core. 

It was so slow and sensual that I couldn’t help but moan again, my hips bucking up in need for some friction. 

-Someone’s impatient -, he laughed when I huffed. 

-Don’t worry, baby. I'll get there, I promise-

His words sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

Then finally his tongue flicked at Ir core, making Ir mouth fall open for a silent moan. 

I writhed under the sensation until his arm came up to my waist to hold me in place while his tongue made me see stars. 

-Logan..-, I moaned again, my mind not able to function properly. 

-Tell me what I want.-, he replied, not stopping. 

-I want..-, I tried to speak, but was interrupted by a moan falling from my lips. 

-I want..-, I began again, but the rest of my sentence was lost in yet another moan because he started sucking on Ir clit. 

-If I want my fingers just say so baby.-, he whispered, two of his fingers slipping into I with ease. 

Ir hips bucked up uncontrollably, Ir high building up rather rapidly. 

-I’m gonna cum..-, I whined when he sped up his fingers and curled them inside I perfectly. 

-Good. Want I to make a mess all over my fingers.-, he panted, his tongue circling at Ir clit continuously.

His words were all I needed to send I over the edge. 

With a few more thrusts from his fingers I clenched around them, coming undone while moaning his name. 

While I was still coming down from Ir high, Logan freed himself of his shirt and pants before he crawled on top of I. He pulled Ir dress up and over Ir head.

- You’re ready, sweetie? - he asked, engaging me in another passionate kiss.

When he moved his hips against I, his dick slid through Ir folds, leaving I wanting more once again.

-Fuck me, Lo -  I breathed out, keeping the intense eye contact with him as he aligned himself at Ir entrance.

Slowly, slowly, he pushed into I, enjoying the way Ir walls clenched around him. 

I gasped at the feeling of him inside me, filling me up completely.

-You're so pretty - he smirks, then picked up his pace. 

His fast and deep thrusts immediately hit all the right spots inside of I, causing a string of curse words to fall from Ir lips. 

Ir legs wrapped around his hips and Ir eyes were screwed shut, simply enjoying his touch. However, he didn’t like that. 

-Look at me when I’m inside I.-, he commanded with a deep voice, not stopping his movements. 

-I… can’t-  I replied with a whine, which only made him even more annoyed. 

Quickly his hand came to Ir neck, squeezing rather harshly. 

I squealed, opening my eyes in shock. Logan smiled, satisfied again.

-Not so hard, is it?- he asked with a confident grin, leaning down to give me a sloppy kiss. 

His thrusts were still fast and hard, making me go insane. 

I made sure to keep my eyes focussed on him, even though I almost melted under his gaze.

When he filled I up and rested his hips against Irs for a second, my mouth hung agape, my mind not able to cope with the sensation. 

He pushed his hips further against Irs, pushing I up on the bed.   

-I fuck me so good!-, I praised, remembering last second that I were supposed to leave Ir eyes open. 

-Such a good girl for me.- 

Logan continued his thrusts, bringing I to the edge once again. 

-I’m close…-, I gasped between constant moans. 

-Let go, baby.-, he encouraged, his fingers finding Ir clit to press down on it.

 It made me clench around his dick, pulling an animalistic groan from him. -Fuck, you’re so tight.-

I’m not gonna last much longer.- He let out breathily. -Cum in me.- my words switched something inside him, his hips setting a ruthless pace, wanting nothing more than to grant me desire as soon as he possibly could. His change in pace was getting me there even quicker. My eyes rolled back, as I was back arching off the mattress. -Shit, you look so fucking pretty.- Even with the anticipation of his imminent release he couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate how good I looked beneath him. He was broken away from his thoughts as he felt my walls tighten around him. It only took a few more thrusts until we were both reaching our highs simultaneously. He continued his thrusts, although now a lot more sloppily, until we were both through Ir highs before pulling out and his body collapsing beside mine as he lay on my chest breathing.

After getting clean and comfy in our bed, we decide to put a film on TV, but only for the purpose of having noise on the back as neither of us make an effort of see it. We only want to be as close as posibly with each other.

-You are the one I want, Logan. I tell him and he looks at me, smiling with that face that makes me love him even more. He leans down and kisses me on the lips, letting our bodies fit perfectly together and enjoying every moment we can spend with each other. When we finish we lay in each other's arms with an expression of happiness.

-You are the one I want too.

My first Smut i hope you like it

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Hi, could you write one about Logan? Where the reader appears for the first time in the paddock and then Logan talks about her in the interview after the race because everyone is surprised that he has a girlfriend? Thank you so much

The scorching sun bore down on the bustling Formula 1 paddock as the engines roared, filling the air with excitement and anticipation. Among the throngs of people, a young woman named Y/N stood nervously, her eyes scanning the area for a familiar face. This was her first time attending a race with her boyfriend, Logan Sargeant, one of the rising stars of the F1 grid. Y/N felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she stepped into the vibrant paddock for the very first time. She clutched onto Logan's arm, seeking comfort and grounding amidst the unfamiliar surroundings.

Logan, with his infectious smile and boyish charm, was a force to be reckoned with on the track. But behind closed doors, he was a gentle and loving partner to Y/N. Only a select few individuals were aware of their relationship. Logan's teammate, Alex Albon, and his close friend, Oscar Piastri, had been let in on the secret. The couple had decided to keep their relationship private, away from the prying eyes of the media and the unpredictable world of Formula 1.

The time had come for Logan's post-qualifying interview, and Y/N's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. She watched as the reporter approached Logan, their voices carrying over the ambient noise. The interviewer began with the usual questions about Logan's preparations for the race, his training routine, and his thoughts on the race.

Logan answered with confidence and passion, showcasing his dedication to the sport he loved. The atmosphere around them was electric, capturing the attention of everyone nearby.

"Logan, congratulations on a fantastic qualifying session. You've really impressed everyone out there today, any special plans for this weekend? Any loved ones cheering you on?"

Logan's eyes glinted mischievously as he turned to face the crowd. "Actually, I do," he replied, his voice steady yet filled with excitement. "This weekend, I have someone very special by my side. It's my girlfriend’s first time in the paddock, and I couldn't be happier to have her here with me."

A hush fell over the paddock as all eyes turned toward Y/N. She felt the weight of the moment and smiled, taking a small step closer to Logan. The surprise on the faces of the other drivers and team members was priceless.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur of congratulations, interviews, and warm greetings from well-wishers. The other drivers, thrilled by the revelation, teased Logan relentlessly about his newfound love life.

As night fell, a vibrant atmosphere enveloped the paddock. The drivers and their significant others gathered for a celebratory dinner. The clinking of glasses and cheerful laughter filled the air as Y/N and Logan settled into a table surrounded by their friends.

"So, Logan," teased Lando Norris, grinning mischievously. "How long have you been hiding this lovely lady from us?"

Logan chuckled, his arm draped affectionately around Y/N's shoulder. "It's been a while, actually. But I thought it was time to let the cat out of the bag."

"Lucky Logan," Carlos Sainz chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "We thought you were the lone wolf of the grid. Who knew you had a secret girlfriend all this time?"

The room erupted in laughter, and Logan couldn't help but blush, his arm draped protectively around Y/N. "Hey, I like to keep my personal life private," he replied with a grin. "But now that the secret's out, I can say I'm the luckiest guy in the paddock."

"About time," Daniel Ricciardo chimed in, raising his glass. "To Logan and Y/N, the newest power couple of the paddock!"

The room erupted in cheers and applause as glasses clinked together. Y/N's heart swelled with warmth and joy, feeling incredibly lucky to be a part of this tight-knit community.

Throughout the evening, the banter and camaraderie between the drivers and their partners continued, cementing Y/N's place among them. She felt a sense of belonging, knowing that she had found her own family within the adrenaline-fueled world of Formula 1.

As the night drew to a close, Logan squeezed Y/N's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for being here with me, Y/N. This day wouldn't have been the same without you."

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love for the man beside her. "I'm just happy to be by your side, Logan, through the highs and lows. This is only the beginning of our incredible journey together."

And so, in the world of Formula 1, where dreams are pursued at breakneck speeds, Y/N and Logan Sargeant stood as a testament to the power of love and support—a force that could overcome any challenge on and off the track

Heyy if ur requests are open could you do Logan x reader and he’s asking like checo or another married driver on how to propose to you?

Logan Sargeant stood at the edge of the track, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he watched the other Formula 1 drivers whizz past him. But amidst the thrill and intensity of the race, his mind couldn't help but wander to a different kind of finish line—a lifelong commitment with his high school sweetheart, Y/N.

It had been six incredible years since they first met in their high school corridors. Their love had weathered the storms of long-distance and the challenges of Logan's racing career, and now Y/N had joined him in Europe after graduating high school. She pursued her studies there and often accompanied Logan to the races whenever possible. But this time, due to studying circumstances, she couldn't be there with him.

As Logan prepared for the race, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to seek advice from his fellow drivers, who had become his close friends over the years. He approached Sergio Perez, Kevin Magnussen, and Nico Hülkenberg, the married trio who had successfully navigated the complex world of love and racing.

"Hey, guys," Logan greeted with a nervous smile, "I need your help with something important."

The three drivers exchanged curious glances before Sergio spoke up. "What's on your mind, mate?"

Logan took a deep breath and explained, "I want to propose to Y/N, but I'm not entirely sure how to go about it. I mean, she means the world to me, and I want it to be something special."

Kevin leaned against the pit wall, thoughtful. "Well, when I proposed to my wife, Louise, it was during a romantic trip we took together”, Kevin pondered for a moment before speaking up “I believe the key to a memorable proposal is personalization. Make it unique to your relationship. Think about your journey together and the things that matter most to both of you."

Nico nodded in agreement. "Simplicity can be very powerful ”Nico chimed in, "and timing is crucial. Find a moment when Y/N is relaxed and happy, a moment when she least expects it. That element of surprise will make it even more special."

Sergio grinned, "Don't forget to capture the moment, my friend. Hire a photographer or arrange for someone to discreetly capture the proposal. You'll both want to relive that moment for years to come."

Listening to their experiences, Logan's mind raced with possibilities. Each story had its charm, but he wanted something uniquely theirs. He thanked his friends for their advice, knowing he needed to find his own path.

Checo leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, Logan, you could surprise her during one of her visits to the race. Have her join you on the starting grid just before the race begins and propose right there, in front of everyone. It'd be a moment she'll never forget!"

Logan smiled at the idea, picturing Y/N's shocked but delighted expression. "That could work. But I want it to be more personal, something intimate."

Kevin chimed in, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement. "How about taking her to a romantic dinner? Find a beautiful spot in Europe, perhaps a seaside restaurant overlooking the ocean. Get down on one knee as the sun sets and ask her to be your wife."

Nico nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a classic and timeless proposal. You can't go wrong with that, mate. It's all about the moment and making her feel special."

Logan pondered their suggestions, grateful for their input. He imagined the love and surprise in Y/N's eyes as he proposed in a picturesque setting. But deep down, he knew there was something missing. He wanted the proposal to be meaningful and personal, reflecting their shared journey.

A memory flashed through Logan's mind—the first time they met, back in high school. They were just teenagers, navigating the challenges of adolescence together. Their love had blossomed amidst exams, school dances, and dreams of the future.

Suddenly, inspiration struck like lightning. "I have an idea," Logan exclaimed, excitement bubbling inside him. "What if I take her back to our old high school? The place where it all began. We could relive our memories, and amidst it all, I'll ask her to be my wife."

Checo, Kevin, and Nico exchanged glances, impressed by Logan's idea. "That's brilliant," Checo said, a wide smile forming on his face. "It's sentimental, nostalgic, and shows just how much your journey means to you both"

Feeling grateful for their support and wise words, Logan thanked his fellow drivers. With newfound clarity, he set about planning the perfect proposal.

As the race began, Logan's focus shifted back to the track. He weaved through the pack, his mind replaying memories of his relationship with Y/N. From their first kiss under the stars to their endless support for each other's dreams, they had grown together in every way.

As the laps ticked by, Logan's determination to create a memorable proposal only intensified. He thought about their shared passion for racing, their unwavering support for one another. And suddenly, it struck him—a way to combine their love for each other and the world they both cherished.

As the checkered flag waved, Logan secured a points finish, his elation matched only by the joy that awaited him off the track. He rushed back to the pit, his heart pounding with excitement.

The following week, Logan executed his plan. "Y/N," Logan said one evening, his voice filled with anticipation, "I have a special surprise for you. We're going on a trip."

Her eyes widened with curiosity. "A trip? Where are we going?"

Logan grinned mischievously. "It's a surprise. Just pack your bags, and trust me, you won't be disappointed."

Days later, after along flight across the ocean, they found themselves in their hometown. Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her as Logan drove towards their old high school.

"What are we doing here?" Y/N asked, her eyes searching for answers.

Finally, they arrived at the old school courtyard—the very place where they had shared their first kiss. The sun bathed the surroundings in a warm, golden glow. Logan took Y/N's hand and gazed into her eyes, his voice filled with love and conviction.

"Y/N, from the moment we met, I knew you were the one. You've been my biggest supporter, my rock, and my best friend. Every moment we've shared has been a treasure. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

Tears shimmered in Y/N's eyes as she nodded, overcome with joy. "Yes, Logan! A thousand times, yes!"

The old high school courtyard echoed with their laughter and cheers as they embraced, sealing their love with a passionate kiss.

Unbeknownst to her, Logan had discreetly arranged for a small group of close friends and family to witness the magical moment. Applause erupted, and the sound of cameras clicking filled the air as Logan and Y/N celebrated their engagement.

As the sun set on that unforgettable day, Logan and Y/N knew that their love story had taken another beautiful turn. Together, they embarked on a new chapter, ready to face the challenges and triumphs of life as partners, just as they had done throughout their journey from high school sweethearts to F1 stars.

Heeeey! Can you write about the first time that the reader meets Logan’s mom?

The bright Florida sun cascaded down on Palm Beach as Yn stepped out of the airport, her eyes squinting against the intense rays. She took a deep breath, soaking in the unfamiliar scents of the humid air. This was her first trip to the United States, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She adjusted her glasses and clutched her bag tighter, reminding herself that she was about to meet Logan’s parents for the first time.

Her relationship with Logan had blossomed over the past four months, ever since they met in the UK where she lived. They connected instantly, and she fell deeply in love with the charming and talented F1 driver. Logan had always spoken fondly of his family, particularly his parents, Madelyn and Daniel, and his older brother, Dalton. But as Yn hailed a taxi to their luxurious Palm Beach residence, doubts began to creep into her mind.

"We're here," Logan said, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait for you to meet my family."

"What if they don't like me?" she worried, her Italian accent evident as she muttered to herself. "What if they think I'm not good enough for you?"

Logan chuckled, pulling her closer. "Trust me, they're going to love you. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N followed Logan through the bustling airport. She was anxious about meeting his parents.

The taxi ride felt endless, the anticipation tightening Yn's chest with each passing mile. When she finally arrived at the Sargeant mansion, her heart raced even faster. She took a deep breath, muttering a silent prayer for strength and confidence, before knocking on the grand entrance door.

The door swung open to reveal Logan's mother, Madelyn. She had a warm smile that instantly put YN at ease. "You must be YN!" Madelyn exclaimed, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Logan has told us so much about you. Please, come in."

"Mom," Logan said, his voice filled with affection. "This is Y/N. Y/N, meet my mom, Madelyn."

Y/N offered a shy smile as Madelyn turned her attention toward her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Sargeant," Y/N greeted nervously.

Madelyn laughed gently, putting a hand on Y/N's arm. "Please, call me Madelyn. None of that 'Mrs. Sargeant' stuff. We're family now."

“Dad, this is Y/N," Logan introduced, his voice filled with pride. "Y/N, meet my dad, Daniel."

"Welcome to our home, Yn," Daniel greeted. "Logan has told us so much about you. You can call me Daniel, and this is my eldest son, Dalton."

Y/N nervously extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sargeant."

Daniel gently clasped Y/N's hand and shook it warmly. "Please, call me Daniel. We're delighted to finally meet you, Y/N."

Dalton, who shared a resemblance to Logan, grinned and shook Yn's hand. "Nice to meet you, Yn. Logan has been talking nonstop about you. I'm glad we finally get to meet”

Logan playfully pushed his older brother, Dalton, away. "Dalton, stop embarrassing me."

Dalton turned his attention to Y/N and offered her a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I've heard so much about you, as I said Logan can't stop talking about you."

Y/N blushed, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her. "It's great to meet you too, Dalton. Logan has told me a lot about you as well."

The conversation flowed naturally as they sat down, sipping on refreshments. Yn found herself feeling more at ease, realizing that her worries were unfounded. The Sargeant family genuinely cared for Logan's happiness, and it showed in their warmth and acceptance.

After dinner, Logan took YN for a stroll along the beach. The waves crashed against the shore as they walked hand in hand, the moon casting a gentle glow over them.

"You were so nervous earlier," Logan said, squeezing YN's hand. "But look how well it turned out. My family adores you."

YN smiled, her heart filled with happiness. "I was worried they wouldn't like me because of our differences."

Logan stopped and turned to face her, cupping her face with his hands. "My family values the person you are, not where you come from. And they saw the same incredible person in you that I fell in love with."

Tears welled up in YN's eyes as she wrapped her arms around Logan, embracing him tightly. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life," she whispered.

Logan held her close, their hearts beating as one. "You belong with me, YN. No matter where we come from, love conquers all."

As they walked back to the house, hand in hand, YN knew that she had found a second family in Logan's. The journey to Palm Beach had brought her love and acceptance beyond her wildest dreams. Together, they would face any challenges that lay ahead, knowing that their love could overcome any obstacle.

And so, in the embrace of Logan's love, YN's anxieties faded away, replaced by the joy and excitement of a future filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the unwavering support of a loving family.

Over the next few days, Yn immersed herself in the Sargeants' lives. They took her sightseeing, showed her their favorite local spots, and shared countless stories, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Yn discovered that despite their wealth and privilege, the Sargeants were grounded and compassionate people.

One evening, as they gathered around the dinner table, Yn couldn't contain her gratitude any longer. She looked at Logan's parents, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Madelyn, Daniel," she began, her eyes shimmering with emotion, "I want to thank you for welcoming me into your home and your family. I was so worried that I wouldn't fit in, but you've made me feel like part of the Sargeant family."

Madelyn reached across the table, grasping Yn's hand gently. "Yn, dear, we're happy to have you here. It's not about wealth or status; it's about the love we share with our children. Logan loves you, and that means the world to us."

Daniel nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with fatherly pride. "You've brought so much joy into Logan's life. We can see how much he cares about you, and that's what matters."

Yn's heart overflowed with warmth as tears welled up in her eyes. Logan's family's acceptance meant everything to her. In that moment, she knew she had found not only the love of her life but also a second family.

As the days turned into weeks, Yn's trip to Florida became a cherished memory. She formed a deep bond with the Sargeants, and the distance between her humble Italian origins and their luxurious lifestyle seemed to vanish. Yn realized that love transcends societal boundaries and that the warmth of a genuine connection was worth more than any material wealth.

On her last day, as they prepared to say their goodbyes, Yn hugged each member of the Sargeant family tightly. Tears of gratitude streamed down her face.

"Thank you for everything," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I will cherish these moments forever."

Logan held her close, his voice filled with love and reassurance. "Yn, you've won over my family's hearts, and you've captured mine completely. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

With bittersweet farewells, they left the sunny Palm Beach to having to go to the cloudy UK, carrying the love and acceptance of the Sargeant family with her. As she boarded the plane, she knew that her connection with Logan and his family would only grow stronger, transcending borders and cultures.

Yn was no longer a girl from a humble family; she was a woman deeply loved by the Sargeant family, with a heart that knew no boundaries.

Hii babes could you do Logan x reader and it’s his first Father’s Day or Oscar if your comfortable with it thanksss

The sound of engines roared in the distance, blending with the cheers of the crowd that filled the Formula 1 paddock. It was a scorching day in July, and the world's fastest drivers were preparing for another thrilling race weekend. Amongst the bustling chaos, Y/N Sargeant, wife of renowned F1 driver Logan Sargeant, navigated through the lively atmosphere with their adorable son, Parker, cradled in her arms.

As they walked toward Logan's team garage, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was Parker's first time attending a Grand Prix, and it happened to coincide with Logan's first Father's Day. The couple had been looking forward to this day for months, eager to share their passion for racing with their son.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the grid, Y/N held Parker in her arms, gently rocking him back and forth. "Are you ready for your first race, Parker? Daddy's going to be amazing out there," she cooed in German, her voice filled with love.

Logan approached them, his race suit zipped up, and a proud smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around Y/N and Parker, kissing their foreheads. "Guten Morgen, meine Lieben," he greeted them, his voice filled with warmth. "Are you excited, Parker? We're going to have so much fun today."

Parker, with his chubby cheeks and bright blue eyes, gurgled in response, his tiny fingers reaching out to grab at the colorful lanyard around Y/N's neck, which held their paddock passes.

Logan, clad in his racing suit, approached them with a beaming smile. His eyes lit up when he saw his wife and son, and he eagerly scooped Parker into his arms.

"Hey there my champion" Logan greeted his son "Ready to cheer Daddy on today?"

Parker responded with a toothless grin, seemingly sensing the excitement that surrounded him.

Y/N leaned in and pressed a kiss to Logan's cheek. "Happy Father's Day, Liebster. You're an incredible dad, and I'm so proud of you."

Logan's face softened as he held his family close. "Thank you, princess. I couldn't ask for a better gift than you and Parker"

Their tender moment was interrupted by the arrival of other F1 drivers and their families. Charles Leclerc approached with his girlfriend Emma and his son Marco, in his arms. He grinned at Logan and Y/N.

"Happy Father's Day, Logan!" Charles exclaimed, extending a hand to Logan while Marco curiously observed Parker. “It's a special feeling, isn't it? Seeing your little one grow up in this world of racing"

Logan nodded, his eyes shining with pride, Logan shook Charles' hand warmly. “Happy Father's Day to you too. How's Marco doing? And absolutely, it's a whole new level of joy and responsibility. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Parker is excited to be here today," she said, glancing over at their son who was squirming in her arms. "It's his first time attending a Grand Prix"

As if on cue, Parker giggled, his tiny hands reaching out towards the colorful F1 cars lining the grid

"Look, Marco, this is your new friend Parker!" Emma exclaimed, smiling warmly.

"He's growing up so fast," Charles replied, his voice tinged with awe. "But I suppose that's what happens when you're born into this racing world"

Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can't believe how quickly Parker is growing too. It feels like just yesterday we brought him home"

Daniel Ricciardo joined the conversation, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "So, mate, how does it feel to have a mini-you cheering you on from the grandstands?"

Logan's gaze softened as he looked at his son. "It's indescribable, Dan. Seeing him here, witnessing his first Grand Prix, it means the world to me. I can't wait for him to grow up surrounded by this incredible sport"

Parker wriggled in Logan's arms, reaching out to touch Marco's face. The two babies giggled, their laughter filling the air as their fathers exchanged stories and advice.

Y/N gently placed him on the ground, and he wobbled his way towards the other drivers' children who were playing nearby.

Max Verstappen's son Noah, Marco and Parker were already engrossed in painting the paddock with colored chalks. Parker’s laughter blending with the cheerful voices of the little ones. Meanwhile, Y/N and Logan watched, beaming with pride.

Max Verstappen's daughter, Sofia, giggled as Parker tried to catch up to her. The two children toddled hand in hand, their laughter contagious.

"Looks like we have future racers on our hands," Max said with a grin, watching the two children.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Y/N replied

"I think our little racer is making friends," Y/N said, her eyes never leaving Parker

"Logan, do you remember when Parker tried to imitate your victory celebration?" Max Verstappen chuckled, recalling a recent race weekend. "He's already a natural-born racer"

YN grinned, watching as Parker clumsily attempted to mimic his father's podium jump. "He definitely takes after his father. I have a feeling we'll be seeing him on the track in the future"

Logan's heart swelled with pride, his gaze alternating between YN and their son. "Maybe one day, he'll even surpass me"

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. "Logan! Y/N!" It was Lando Norris, his own son, Oliver, perched on his shoulders.

"Hey, Lando!" Logan greeted with a grin. "Happy Father's Day, mate"

Lando grinned back. "Thanks, mate. Looks like our kids are having a blast together" Lando was accompanied by his girlfriend, and together they admired Parker with adoration.

"Thanks, Lando!" Logan grinned. "By the way, congratulations for the last race. You're on fire this season!"

Lando shrugged modestly. "Just doing my best” he was saying before being interrupted by Oliver as he was chasing after Parker, their laughter echoing through the paddock, and he and his girlfriend, Lauren, laughed at their son's antics.

"Y/N, how are you finding motherhood?" Kika, Pierre Gasly's partner, asked with a smile

"It's an incredible journey," Y/N replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Watching Parker grow and discover new things every day is a blessing"

As Y/N they exchanged pleasantries, the other drivers and their families joined the growing circle of camaraderie. Sergio Perez's sons Carlota, Sergio and Emilio, toddled around with a mischievous glint in his eyes, followed closely by Daniel Ricciardo's son, Leo.

She noticed Lewis Hamilton with his own bundle of joy, Amelia, and approached him.

"Good afternoon, Lewis. How is Amelia doing?" YN inquired, her voice filled with warmth.

Lewis grinned, holding his daughter close. "She's doing great, thanks. Can't believe how quickly time flies. Before I know it, she'll be asking for her own racing car!"

"Happy Father's Day, Logan! And Y/N, little Parker is growing so quickly. He's going to be a force to be reckoned with, just like his dad."

Y/N chuckled, gently bouncing Parker. "Thank you, Lewis. We're excited to see what the future holds for our little racer."

It was a scene filled with laughter and joy—a glimpse into the future of the F1 paddock.

The warm camaraderie continued as more drivers stopped by to offer their well wishes. Yuki Tsunoda playfully ruffled Parker's hair, while Daniel Ricciardo shared a humorous anecdote about his first Father's Day.

As the time for the race drew near, Y/N and Logan exchanged a meaningful look. They both knew how much this day meant to them—a celebration of their love, family, and the shared passion that brought them together.

"Let's make this a day to remember, Liebster," Y/N whispered, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Logan tightened his grip on Parker, his heart full of love and determination. "Absolutely, sweetheart. Today, we race for more than just victory."

With their spirits lifted by the support of their F1 family, Logan and Y/N walked hand in hand toward the pit lane. As the cars thundered past, leaving behind a symphony of speed and power, Logan revved his engine, ready to give it his all on the track.

For Logan, Y/N, and little Parker, this would forever be remembered as the day their racing hearts beat as one—a testament to the strength of their love, their devotion as parents, and the unbreakable bond that tied them together.

With renewed determination, Logan kissed Y/N's forehead before heading towards the briefing room. The race weekend had become an extraordinary blend of joy, love, and the thrill of competition

Later, as the engines roared on the grid, Y/N, holding Parker in her arms, joined the other F1 families in the spectator area. Logan's car lined up on the grid, the anticipation palpable. Y/N whispered to Parker, who stared wide-eyed at the colorful spectacle before him.

"Parker, mein kleiner Champion, look at Daddy go. He's going to show everyone what he's made of."

As the lights went out and the race began, Y/N's heart swelled with pride for her husband and the father of her child. The adrenaline rushed through her veins, mirroring the intense energy on the track.

Parker, sensing his mother's excitement, clapped his hands and babbled happily, the echoes of his laughter blending with the roar of the engines.

Hours flew by, and as Logan crossed the finish line in a respectable position, the crowd erupted with applause. Y/N, carrying Parker on her hip, joined the cheering, her voice ringing with pride.

"You did it, Logan! Happy Father's Day!" she exclaimed, her words mingling with the cheers of the crowd.

The F1 families gathered once again, celebrating the successful race and Father's Day. As they shared stories and laughter, the children played together, their young spirits echoing the joy and unity of their parents.

"I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day," Y/N whispered, leaning into Logan's embrace.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Neither could I, love, this is what racing is all about. Family, friendship, and the love that keeps us going."

When the paddock quieted down, the Sargeant family made their way back to their motorhome. Logan cradled Parker in his arms, gazing down at his son's peaceful face.

“My little man," Logan whispered, his voice full of tenderness. "One day, you'll know how much joy and purpose you bring to my life. I'll always be there for you"

"Parker is lucky to have you as his mom," Logan whispered, his voice full of adoration.

Y/N smiled, feeling a surge of love for her husband. "And he's lucky to have you as his dad, Logan. Happy Father's Day."

Logan's eyes shimmered with emotion as he held Y/N's gaze. "Happy Father's Day, Y/N. I couldn't imagine a better partner and mother for our son."

In that moment, as Logan sped away, adrenaline surging through his veins, he couldn't help but feel grateful—for the privilege of being a father, for the support of his teammates and fellow drivers, and for the incredible woman and son waiting for him in the pits.

Together, they embarked on a race not just to the checkered flag but to a future filled with love, happiness, and the indomitable spirit of the racing world.

Could you do Logan x pregnant wife reader?

As the sun cast a warm glow over the picturesque Italian countryside, Y/N stood at the window, gazing out at the rolling hills. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about the news she was about to share with her beloved husband, Logan Sargeant, an accomplished F1 driver. Today, she would announce that they were going to be parents.

The couple had been together for years, having met as teenagers when Logan had made the bold decision to move from the United States to Europe to pursue his racing dreams. Y/N, being an Italian living in the UK, had been there for him every step of the way.

Y/N was standing in front of the large bathroom mirror, clutching a pregnancy test in her trembling hands. She took a deep breath, her mind filled with a million thoughts. This tiny plastic stick held the power to change their lives forever. She made her way downstairs founding Logan in the kitchen, engrossed in his morning routine of preparing a healthy breakfast. As she approached him, her heart swelled with love.

"Logan," she said, her voice filled with anticipation. "There's something important I need to tell you."

He turned to her, a curious smile playing on his lips. "What is it, amore mio?" he asked, using the endearing Italian term he often used for her.

Y/N took his hands in hers and looked into his eyes, her own sparkling with happiness. "I'm pregnant, Logan. We're going to have a baby."

Logan's face lit up with a mix of surprise and sheer delight. His eyes filled with tears as he pulled Y/N into a tight embrace. "Y/N, that's incredible! We're going to be parents! I couldn't be happier!"

Feeling a wave of relief wash over her, Y/N held him tightly, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. In that moment, she knew that they were ready to face any challenge that lay ahead.

Over the next few months, Y/N and Logan shared their joyous news with their closest friends in the F1 world. They decided to start with their dear friend Oscar Piastri, a rising star in the racing community. Y/N had no doubt that he would make the perfect godfather for their child.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N and Logan invited Oscar to join them for a leisurely stroll through a nearby park. As they walked amidst the vibrant flowers and towering trees, Y/N felt a sense of serenity, knowing that she was surrounded by loved ones.

Finally, she found the courage to break the silence. "Oscar," she began, her voice filled with excitement. "Logan and I have some incredible news to share with you."

Oscar looked at them curiously, a playful smile on his face. "Well, spill the beans then! What's going on?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "We're going to have a baby, Oscar. Logan and I were wondering if you would do us the honor of being our baby's godfather."

Oscar's eyes widened, and a look of pure joy washed over his face. He pulled them both into a warm embrace. "Y/N, Logan, I'm honored! You can count on me. I'll be the best godfather your child could ever ask for!"

As the news of Y/N's pregnancy spread, it reached the ears of other F1 drivers and their partners, and they were thrilled for Y/N and Logan and couldn't wait to celebrate this joyous occasion.

One evening, Y/N and Logan hosted a special gathering at their home, inviting their fellow F1 drivers and their partners. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, chatter, and the shared anticipation of welcoming a new member into their tight-knit community.

Y/N stood alongside Logan, her growing bump serving as a visible testament to their happiness. She glanced around the room, seeing familiar faces and feeling a profound sense of gratitude for the support they had received.

As the guests mingled, Y/N found herself drawn to Alex Albon and his girlfriend, Lily, enjoying their company and camaraderie. She knew they would be thrilled to hear the news.

Making her way towards them, Y/N couldn't help but smile. "Alex, I have something wonderful to share with you and your partner," she said, her voice brimming with excitement.

Alex's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and curiosity lighting up his face. "What is it, Y/N? You've got that glow about you."

Y/N took a deep breath, her hand resting gently on her belly. "Logan and I are going to be parents. We're expecting a baby."

A moment of silence hung in the air before Alex and Lily erupted into exclamations of joy and congratulations. They enveloped Y/N in a warm hug, expressing their happiness for her and Logan.

"Mate, this is fantastic! You're going to be an amazing dad. Y/N, this is incredible news! We couldn't be happier for you both," Alex exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine warmth. “And I will take the role of the cool uncle. I'll teach your little one all the racing tricks."

Lily's eyes widened, and she let out a joyful squeal. "Oh my goodness! Congratulations, you two! That's incredible news!"

"Liam, we're going to have a baby," Y/N announced, her voice filled with joy when she approached the kiwi that came from Japan to visit and because redbull needed him

Liam's eyes lit up, and he enveloped both of them in a tight hug. "That's amazing, you two! You'll be incredible parents, I just know it."

The joyous announcement rippled through the gathering, spreading smiles, laughter, and an overwhelming sense of unity. The F1 community, with all its competitiveness on the racetrack, reveled in the shared happiness of this new beginning.

As the night wore on, the conversation shifted from racing to parenting, with the WAGs offering Y/N advice, sharing their own experiences, and reassuring her that she would be an amazing mother. Y/N listened attentively, grateful for the camaraderie and the wisdom bestowed upon her.

A few days later, as Logan prepared for a race, he found himself approached by Charles Leclerc. Charles Leclerc, having heard the news through his brother Arthur, made his way to Logan. A broad smile graced his face as he approached the beaming couple.

"Logan, Y/N, I heard the incredible news from Arthur and Carla" Charles said, extending a hand to his friend. "Congratulations! You're going to be amazing parents."

Logan's face lit up as he shook Charles' hand. "Thank you, Charles. Your support means a lot to us."

Charles leaned in closer, his voice filled with sincerity. "You two deserve all the happiness in the world. The news had been spread so be prepared. They're all excited for you."

The news spread, as Charles said, other drivers approached them, one after another, expressing their heartfelt congratulations. Max Verstappen, Pierre Gasly, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, and Yuki Tsunoda, among others, gathered around, enveloping Y/N and Logan in a sea of warm wishes.

Max, always the jokester, playfully punched Yn’s arm. "Miss Sarge, you're going to be outnumbered by racers in your own home now. Congrats, you both."

Pierre chimed in with a grin, "We're going to have a future champion on our hands. Best wishes to both of you."

Carlos joined the conversation, wrapping an arm around Y/N. "Logan, Y/N, congratulations! Parenthood is a rollercoaster ride, but it's the most rewarding one. Enjoy every moment."

Lando, his smile infectious, added, "Logan, mate, you're going to be an amazing dad. And hey, if you ever need a babysitter, you know who to call."

Yuki beamed, his enthusiasm contagious. "Congratulations, Logan and Y/N! I can't wait to meet the little one. They'll grow up surrounded by legends!"

As the drivers continued to congratulate Logan and Yn, their joy united them, forming a bond that went beyond the racetrack. In that moment, they were not just fierce competitors but a supportive family ready to embrace the next generation.

Be mine?/ Logan Sargeant Part 1/?

Pairing - Logan Sargeant x Black!OC

Genre- SMAU

Summary- In which everyone’s favourite American boy asks new and up coming model Alya Cove out in her instagram comments

Warnings- Nothing really just fluff , l’m probably gonna turn this into a series which could lead this to other warnings

Request- No

Offical.Alya

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Official .Alya Girls Nighttt🥂

It’s.Maeve Cutest girl

[ Official.Alya all you mamas

User 1 Pretty girll

User 2 Boots frommm

User 3 why is Logan Sargeant in her likes?

[ User 4 reall ,cause like why are you here

User 5 Do you guys think they’re dating?

[ User 6 He wishes

Logan Sargent 😍😍

[ Oscar Piastri He’s down bad already

Official.Sage who is this white man in your comments

[ Offical.Alya 🤷🏾‍♀️

Instagram notification from LoganSargent

Logan Sargeant

Hi, um you don’t know me obvi

but I’d just like to tell you you are gorgeous

Official.Alya

Um thank you so much

That means a lot coming from an Formula 1 driver

Logan Sargeant

so you know I’m a formula 1 driver?

Official.Alya

Yeah my dad watched it when I was younger so it kinda just stuck with me

Logan Sargeant

That’s awesome

Official.Alya

Yeah is pretty cool

Logan Sargeant

Um listen I gtg , but text later ?

Official.Alya

Yeah sure , actually here’s my number

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Logan Sargeant

Thanks , I’ll hit you up later

New series are we excited

Yes ,no , maybe

let me know in the comments if you liked this and want me to continue it.