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fxrmuladaydreams · 4 months
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I need a smutty fic based on this photo
!! logan weekend requests are now closed !!
warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! unprotected p in v
dear god that photo is hot, also this is the last blurb for logan weekend, regularly scheduled writing will continue tomorrow
Logan felt like he could finally breathe again after signing his Williams contract extension. He hated that he was the last driver to be signed for the next season, but was relieved when he was asked to come back for another year.
You leapt into his arms when he told you, pressing kisses all over his face. “I’m so so so proud of you Lo, you deserve that seat.” You tell him in between kisses.
You spend the night doting on him, making him his favorite meal, watching his favorite show, you do everything you can to make him feel good, all leading up to where you currently have him laying down on your bed as you kiss him, grinding your hips against his.
You pull his shirt off of him and let your hands run down his chest. You trace his v line then fiddle with the waistband of his jeans. He nudges your thigh, and tugs his pants and boxers off as you take your clothes off.
Your eyes spot his blue helmet sitting on the shelf against the wall. You turn back to your boyfriend with a small smile on your face.
“What?” He asks, as he lays back down on the bed.
You walk over to the shelf and pick the helmet up, examining it in your hands. The smooth carbon fiber is cool against your skin.
“Will you wear it?” You ask Logan.
“Wear it?” He laughs. “You want me to wear my helmet while we have sex? Do you think I’m going to get a head injury?” His tone is teasing.
“No. I want you to wear it while I ride you. Some girls wanna ride a Ferrari, but I want to ride a Williams.” You say holding up the helmet that brandishes the Williams team logo.
He stares at you silently, his mouth hanging open. You take his silence as an answer. You shake your head, putting the helmet back on the shelf.
“I’m sorry, it was a stupid idea.”
“Give me the helmet.” Logan holds his hands out.
You take the helmet and slowly place it in his hands. He gives you a smirk before pulling it over his head. He flips the visor down, then lays back with his hands behind his head.
“Come on. You wanted to ride a Williams.” He says. His voice is a little muffled from the helmet, but god it’s so hot.
You climb on top of him and slowly sink yourself down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. You sigh when you’re fully seated on him and look down at him. He’s unmoving, clearly not planning on helping you do any of the work.
You slowly lift yourself up and down his cock. It feels different, more intense than usual, the fact that you can’t see his face adds a new type of thrill.
He watches from behind the visor as you ride him. He watches as you drop a hand down to play with your clit, and feels you getting tighter around him.
It’s getting harder to see, the visor fogging up from his warm breaths. He knows you’re close, as is he, so he uses a hand to lift the visor up.
You see the green eyes that you fell in love with just as you reach your peak. You ride him through your orgasm, coaxing one out of him too.
He pulls the helmet off as you lift yourself off of him. He drops the helmet to the floor next to the bed, deciding he’d rather put it back on the shelf tomorrow and just hold you close right now.
He does, tracing lazy patterns on your back as you do the same on his chest.
“Did you like that?” You ask him softly.
“Oh, we are definitely doing that again.” He laughs.
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181kmh · 2 months
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slidingtroughf1 · 28 days
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39oa · 21 days
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dallasstars Future so bright, they gotta put on shades. 😎
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wildguarneres · 1 month
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not the Logan documentary making me cry 😭
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dwarvenchords · 8 months
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hey logan whats the bruise on your collarbone ab
hey- hey logan quick question what’s the bruise on your collarbone ab
hey crazy question totally out of left field how’d you get that bruise on your collarbone logan?
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tyresdeg · 6 months
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logan sargeant | friday | brazil 2023
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sbg-obsessed-blog · 10 days
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I have a small headcanon that sometimes when they're on a supply run togather logan and aiden share a brain cell
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autisticrosewilson · 3 months
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Thinking about the au where Dick really did adopt Jason and baby Jay ends up being raised by the whole Titan team. Those are his big siblings!!! They have a very elaborate schedule for has him when, whose picking him up from where, who's apartment he's sleeping in, ect. Jason doesn't feel the need to be the emotional support in the field so he gives up Robin willingly and is just their civilian brother with insane training. Villains think he's an easy mark but no one who has ever tried has been found. This au is very important to me personally and lives deep in heart.
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britney-rosberg06 · 13 days
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JENSON IS GONNA BE IN MIAMI I HAVE NEVER LOST EVER
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raceweek · 6 months
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williams posting a video of how they accumulated their points across the season and all i can think is
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fxrmuladaydreams · 4 months
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Can I request a dominant and jealous Logan smut? I like the prompt “That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.” and “Just sit on my fucking face already.” 
!! logan weekend requests are now closed !!
warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! friends with benefits relationship, oral (f receiving)
idk why i feel the need to use lando as my villain in my logan stuff, i just do. also i didn’t write exactly what was requested but i hope i got the general vibe you were looking for
Logan wanted to throw his phone against the wall across from him, he wanted to shatter the screen so he didn’t have to look at it anymore. He just happened to be scrolling instagram, just in an attempt to pass the time, before he found a photo Lando had posted.
It was a photo of you in a dimly lit restaurant. It was clearly a date, he could tell from the general vibe of the photo. You had a soft smile on your face as you looked at the camera. Below the photo were just a few emoji’s, 🧡🍝🍷.
When you had told Logan you had a date coming up, you failed to mention it was with one of the other drivers. Something stirs in Logan’s chest, something possessive.
When you had started your arrangement you were both very clear about a few things. It was just for fun, and you two were free to see other people if you wanted. But seeing you all dressed up for a date with Lando made Logan want to hit his McLaren with his Williams in the next race.
He turns his phone off, tossing it to the other side of the bed and tries to get some sleep.
The next day Logan spots you near the McLaren hospitality building. You’re talking with Lando, giggling about something he must’ve said. Logan rolls his eyes and continues on his way to the Williams building.
He finds you later on in the day, sitting in his driver’s room. He nearly scoffs at you as you lay on the couch.
“You did well today.” You tell him as he gathers his clothes.
He doesn’t answer, keeping his back turned towards you.
You stand up and walk over to him. “Are you okay?” You run your hands over his back, the white fireproofs smooth against your fingers.
“Oh, you want my attention?” He asks as he turns around, grabbing onto your hips to hold you against him.
Your eyes widen at the stern tone in his voice. “Logan, I-”
“How was your date last night?”
“What?”
“I asked,” he leans his head towards your ear. “How was your date last night?”
His breath is warm on your neck, your eyes almost roll back as he pushes his knee between your leg and starts to trail kisses down your neck.
“Good.” You hum, melting into Logan’s touch.
“Good?” He asks, pushing his knee up against you.
You whimper as your hands grip onto his biceps for support. “It was good. He was nice.”
Logan hums as one of his hands travels down to the waistband of your pants. “That’s sweet and all, but does Lando make you feel the way I do? Is he able to get you worked up like I can?” His fingers slip into your pants and brush against the damp fabric of your underwear.
“No.” You whine.
He smirks. “I didn’t think so.” He tugs your pants down your legs, then your underwear too. He drops down to his knees in front of you and puts one of your legs over his shoulder. “Now I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name. I want you to be so loud that Lando can hear you from McLaren.” His lips wrap around your clit, ready to pull you over the edge as many times as it takes to turn you into a screaming mess for him.
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love-emy · 7 months
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logan is a liar
social media au
lando norris x reader
an: it’s a shorter one and it’s not my fav but i’m a little burnt out right now so i’ll leave yall w this. i’m gonna talk about this is the tags so i don’t spoil it so look there if u want to. more posts soon i think
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httpiastri · 9 months
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zandvoort weekend highlights 💘💘
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fruitcoops · 7 months
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Hey! I hope all is well. I really enjoy your account and I want to thank you for all your hard work to run it, it doesn't go unnoticed.
I also had a fic rec if you wanted to think about it. I'm craving a good harvard finnlo story, where they are being very obviously in love with each other but won't admit it. I know you have something like it, but I just love every different take on this
I hope you have a wonderful week:)
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Fic O'Ween Day 5: Ritual, with our favorite silly little lovebirds to put in Situations. Mega love to @noots-fic-fests for the fest and @lumosinlove for the Harvard boys :)
The impulses seemed to catch him when he least expected it. Frenetic, nearly frantic energy—pale hands flexing and teeth worrying marks into a thin lower lip. Fingers fidgeting, ripping at essay edges, tapping pens like Morse. It surged in him and filled his face with blossom-pink. Turned his ears red. It was as if the urge forced itself free and wrested control of every bit of him. That, Logan could relate to. Urges had never been gentle with him, either.
“What do you mean?”
Finn fixed him with a quizzical look. “New York? The city?”
“No, I—yes, I know.” The glorious blip of attention was gone, focused once again on a haphazard backpack. “Why?”
Paper rustled as Finn waved a vacant hand. “Just needed to.”
Logan frowned. “Is Alex okay?”
“What?” Confusion deepened the crease by his mouth; Finn didn’t bother looking up. “Far as I know.”
“So you’re going all the way to New York for a weekend, and you’re not driving—”
“Gas is expensive.”
“—and not even going to a game?” And you’re not taking me? It coated his tongue like the caramel from Finn’s Dunkin runs. He stomped the thought down before it could threaten his teeth. “Don’t you have an exam next week?”
“It’s fine.”
“Harz—”
“It’s fine, man,” Finn repeated, shooing him gently aside to dig around in the dresser for socks.
Logan pushed himself up on the edge of Finn’s desk and watched him rummage. He was tight around the shoulders and jaw; his hoodie sleeves were pulled all the way to the heels of his hands. The redness in his cheeks lingered in a soft arc. Maybe overheating, from the radiator. Maybe he was just frustrated. Knowing Finn, eight different emotions and a million thoughts were on rotisserie. Logan bit the inside of his cheek. “Is it…is it your mom, or…?”
He fell quiet when Finn straightened, socks in-hand and brows pinched in the middle. “Logan, what are you talking about?”
You’re leaving on one of our only free weekends and being cryptic about it. Also, I can’t come, and I’m going to think about that for the next several days whenever I wake up and your bed is still made. “You’re being weird. Stop it.”
“Why am I being weird?” Finn half-laughed, resting his hip against the dresser.
“You’re spending eight hours on a train to visit home when you have a car, an exam, and a free weekend to just hang out.” Logan shrugged. “It’s weird. There’s a party tonight. Don’t you have a fanclub to look after?”
Finn’s brow arched with amusement. “Who, you?”
“Non—fuck off, god,” Logan grumbled, kicking at him when he passed. Finn’s laughter lit up the sunset shadows in the corners of their room.
“I’m literally fine, just missing home.” Finn tossed the socks into his bag blindly, already reaching for something else. “I guess Alex just had a buddy get traded and he’s kinda down, so we’ll probably just hang out. Video games, movies. The usual. It’ll only be an hour or so to the station if I take the subway. And I’m not worried about my exam, anyway.”
The tension in his neck told a different story, but Logan wouldn’t press. A stressed Finn was a distracted Finn, and he was allowed to be selfish for every bit of focus when he was about to leave. “Do you need a ride?”
Deodorant, toothpaste, and a third paperback made their way into the duffel. “I’m taking the train.”
“A ride to the train station, dumbass.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
Logan tossed a wool cap at him. “That’s why I offered.”
Finn finally paused for more than a breath; his forehead pinched, and Logan watched him draw his lip back between his front teeth. “Isn’t there a party tonight?”
“Ouais.” Finn was looking at him like that meant something. “Quoi?”
“Don’t you want to go?”
“Do you need a ride?” Logan countered.
“No.”
“Do you want a ride?”
Finn glanced out the window. His nose scrunched on one side. “Kinda.”
Logan spread his hands. “Then I’ll take you. Easy.”
“But—”
“Non.”
“Okay.” Finn looked at him for a long moment, then smiled, almost to himself. “Cool. Thanks.”
“This is why you have a roommate.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He still seemed pleased, despite his huff. Logan would never understand. It was delightfully entertaining all the same. He swung his feet while Finn finished up—like this, he could practically follow the path of Finn’s disorganized mental checklist.
“I don’t suppose I’ll be allowed to actually drive you there,” he joked when Finn slung his (full to bursting) duffel over his arm.
That got him a snort of laughter. “There will never be a day you’re allowed to drive my car while I’m in it, Tremblamalay, unless it’s a fucking hearse.”
“I’m a good driver!”
“I didn’t say you weren’t!” Finn propped their door open with a foot and snagged his keys off the hook. “Don’t yell at me.”
“I’m not yelling.”
“You basically are.”
“You want me to yell? Because I can yell at you. Ah—”
Logan broke off with a curse as a pool noodle swung from the open door to their left. “Oh, hey,” Percy said, shock falling to a smile in an instant. “Where are you two off to?”
“Train station,” Finn answered. He cocked his head. “What’s with the shit?”
“Party, duh. Heading home?”
“Just for the weekend. Lo’s driving me.” Something in Logan’s stomach gave a giddy whirl at the jerk of Finn’s chin. It fizzled into a puddle of goo when he cracked a half-smile. “Well, he’s driving back.”
“Oh.” Percy nodded. “Damn, we’ll miss you guys tonight.”
Logan frowned. “I’ll be here.”
“I thought…”
“I’m driving back,” he repeated. “Back from the train station.”
Understanding dawned on Percy’s face, then bemused surprise. “You finally did that separation ritual, huh? Something slashed the sutures sticking you two together? You might keel over the second you cross the state line, you know.”
“Wow, Marsh, you’re so funny,” Finn parroted with a loud and brash HA HA that made Logan grin, but Percy just snickered to himself and let them through with gentle smacks to the backs of their heads.
“Go forth, young men!”
“It’s West!” Finn corrected.
“Go West, then! Or—northeast, I guess.”
Finn let Logan through the front door first (what a fucking gentleman, god, Logan was not going to survive him) before closing it with a pointed slam. “I’ll get the—”
“Passenger seat,” Finn interrupted. He swooped his bag out of reach when Logan went to take it from him. “Nuh-uh. Go sit.”
“I’m being helpful.”
“You’re going to break my trunk.” Finn shook his head. “She doesn’t need to be closed that hard, Tremz. She’s a lady.”
Logan wrinkled his nose. “Please never refer to your car as a lady ever again.”
A theatrical demonstration of proper trunk-handling was the only response Finn gave. Logan watched him come around the side of the car while he buckled in, running a hand through his hair and twirling his keyring around one finger. Logan knew what that hair felt like. Mink-soft and thick. A little wavy, when he let it grow out. It had pressed against his cheek on the bus oh-so-many times, when Finn nodded off ten miles from the nearest gas station and the roads were too bumpy for Logan to sleep.
He wondered what Finn would do if he reached out and touched it now, while he adjusted the radio and hummed to himself. The energy vibrating under his skin had calmed to a low current. If Logan could tap into it, maybe he could be brave enough to find out.
“Speak!”
Logan jumped. “Quoi?”
“Oh, it does work,” Finn said, seemingly pleased. “Logan, sit!”
“Get fucked.”
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blueballsracing · 7 months
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hey so i met logan and alex today 😁🫶💙
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