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I'm writing something about Rafe and an oc of mine. Don't know if I'll post it here but it'll sure be on ao3 anyway.

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𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ! ˡˢ²

it’s all my love, you got all my love ✮⋆˙

𝒍ogan sargeant x 𝒅river!male reader synopsis: reader is the second driver to max verstappen, and rightfully so as max is a 4 time wdc. but, then comes miami 2025. reader hasn't had a good season so far, but the second he brings his dropped boyfriend, everything turns around.

genre: smau, fluff, chaotic humor at times warnings: speak of logan being dropped, reader takes yuki’s spot @ redbull, reader isn’t american, reader loves his pop/rap girlies

requested? nope author’s note: i missed yall sm! this was written and set up before my rebrand, so don't mind the old layout 😭😭 also this is kind of messy but uh...ueah who gaf

masterlist.

📍 miami, florida ♫ nissan altima 🅴 • doechii

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youruser wuz gud miami

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userone wait…logans in miami with y/n?????

usertwo NOBODY PANIC LOGANS IN MIAMI

userthree MIAMIIIIIIIII WOOOO

logansargeant bwoah 😍😍 ⤷ youruser hi sexylicious

logansargeant who’s that tall drink of water in the first pic???? ⤷ youruser oh shhh making my blush n shit

logansargeant please have my children ⤷ youruser WOAHH DOWN BOY DOWNN 😏😏 ⤷ oscarpiastri take your freak somewhere else ⤷ logansargeant take yourself out of my bfs comments

userfour are you officially an uncle now ⤷ youruser you talkin about my lovely niece verstappen that’s going to be born this week? then yes, i’m gonna be an uncle, and the best uncle too

userfive y/n i need more logan content in miami

usersix AWOOGAAA BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GODDDD YES GODDDD

userseven y/n is my religion

maxverstappen1 stop posting yourself shirtless, y/n. nobody wants to see that. ⤷ youruser just say you’re jealous of my 20 pack max, nobody will judge you ���� ⤷ maxverstappen1 i’m jealous of the person i was before i saw this picture ⤷ usereight I DO MAX. I WANT TO SEE THAT. ⤷ usernine who is “nobody” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

userten if logan goes to the gp i think i’ll pass away

♫ will smith • miami

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redbullracing guess who we found in miami 👀???

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usereleven never thought i’d live to see the day where logan sargeant wears a red bull racing shirt…

usertwelve OH MY GODDDD LOGANNN signs of life

youruser THE IT COUPLE OF F1! ⤷ logansargeant i know that’s right 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

userthirteen last time logan was at an formula 1 race, he was driving, and that was his last ever race. ⤷ userfourteen ho did you just shoot me 2 times

logansargeant manifesting an y/n pole and win in the homeland ⤷ youruser i’m not from the states 😭?? ⤷ logansargeant yeah but i am so homeland win ⤷ youruser stop trying to propose on insta ⤷ logansargeant let me be y/n 😕💔

userfifteen gay people in miami, be careful out there ..

usersixteen i’m actually crying i love them so much

userseventeen the fact that both max and y/n refuse to wear anything but the team kit on race days ⤷ youruser god forbid a man doesn’t know how to dress 😕💔

usereighteen logan is wearing one of y/n’s shirts and idk what to do with that information..

maxverstappen1 when’s the wedding ⤷ youruser someone’s gotta propose first ⤷ logansargeant do you want to be sar on the timesheets or keep with l/n ? ⤷ maxverstappen1 i didn’t mean under my comment.

usernineteen CANT BELIEVE THAT LOGAN IS BACK AT A FORMULA ONE RACE THIS IS INSANE

usertwenty WHY IS NOBODY ELSE LIKE FUCKING FREAKING OUT ABOUT LOGAN BEING AT MIAMI HELLO??????

♫ go to town 🅴 • doja cat

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youruser lemme see you go to town...we love you miami

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logansargeant IF YOU DOWN BOY REAL DOWN ⤷ youruser LEMME SEE YOU GO TO TOWN!!

usertwentyone love how the internet is freaking out about logan sargeant being in the paddock yesterday for fp1, and here y/n and logan are just living their lives 😭😭

logansargeant the music i listen for you babe ⤷ youruser be honest, you love my music, love ⤷ logansargeant i can't, my reputation ⤷ youruser god forbid a white guy catches a vibe 💔💔

usertwentytwo i need y/n's playlist please 😭😭 ⤷ youruser here you go; open.spotify.com/playlist/2huh... ⤷ usertwentytwo UOU'RE A GODSEND

usertwentythree Y/N L/N MIAMI POLE! Y/N L/N MIAMI WIN!

maxverstappen1 how did you even get up there ⤷ youruser i'm a slippery fellow ⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah so...no thank you ⤷ youruser i just know how to climb...😉 ⤷ maxverstappen1 EW WHAT THE FUCK

usertwentyfour y/n was born to give max heart attacks

usertwentyfive CAN'T BELIVE YALL ARE IN MIAMI TOGETHER

usertwentysix like it was lowkey expected since yall are dating but like i was still shocked to see logan wearing a RED BULL RACING TEAM KIT

oscarpiastri i almost threw up. never going on a boat that y/n is driving again. ⤷ youruser you just hate fun ⤷ oscarpiastri i would actually rather have you alive so then logan isn't crying and complaining in my dms about how much he misses you ⤷ youruser he already does that during rawe ceek ⤷ logansargeant ok wtf we outing me for. WHAT YOU SAYING FUCK ME FOR?????

charles_leclerc the l/n-sargeant boat party was so much fun! please tell me we are doing these until 2041 👴🏻❤️ ⤷ youruser CHARLESSS LMFAOOO yes we're doing them until we're 80 ❤️❤️ ⤷ charles_leclerc we're gonna kill it on the dance floor with our dentures ⤷ kimiantonelli old asses ⤷ youruser KIMI YOU'RE A KID YOU CANT SWEAR

usertwentyseven y/ns comments are always chaotic

usertwentyeight love you forever y/n and logan!

usertwentynine do yall need a third? ⤷ youruser i'll keep in touch

userthirty BOAF!

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f1 Y/N L/N TAKES POLE IN MIAMI!!!!

what a performance from y/n after performing out of points for the first 5 races of the season!

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userthirtyone OH THATS MY GOAT RIGHT THERE

userthirtytwo he finally realized how to drive a red bull ⤷ userthirtythree this shouldn't be funny

logansargeant ready for that y/n sweep... ⤷ youruser you're going to jinx me, loges ⤷ logansargeant i could never jinx you, babe

userthirtyfour ok call me crazy...y/n hasn't been performing well at all this season, but then the second his bf shows up to a race he's getting above p8 for all practice sessions and then gets pole in quali? oh this man is so down bad it's crazy ⤷ userthirtyfive just another gay man who wants to perform well for his bf he aint special open your eyes to the land of landoscar ⤷ userthirtysix please delete the people are asking for you to delete

userthirtyseven i wonder what oscar's reaction was to seeing logan back in the paddock

redbullracing and that's how we do it here at red bull ⤷ userthirtyeight after messing up the first 5 races? ⤷ userthirtynine just fire horner atp

userfourty GOD BLESS AMERICA I LOVE MY AMERICAN DRIVER ⤷ userfourtyone he ain't american? ⤷ userfourty yeah but his bf is so that makes him american by proxy and i need my american rep back in the f1 paddock ⤷ userfourtyone can't even argue with you here

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f1 Y/N TAKES THE MIAMI GRAND PRIX, HIS FIRST EVER FORMULA 1 WIN! 🥇

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userfourtytwo MY GOAT THATS MY DRIVER I LOVE YOU

userfourtythree sorry for ever doubting you y/n...

logansargeant A HEATER 🔥🔥🔥 ⤷ youruser oh please shut your mouth, respectfully

logansargeant now i'm not saying that this is all because of me...but i think i might have something to do with this ⤷ youruser please dont go around bragging...

logansargeant THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!!! ⤷ userfourtyfour don't worry logan...nobody is taking him from you ⤷ userfourtyfive i am... ⤷ logansargeant no you aren't

userfourtysix thank god i'm so happy for him he really deserves this win oh my god i love u

userfourtyseven WOMP WOMP WHO GAF ⤷ logansargeant ME! I GAF! I DO GAF!

logansargeant look at my sexy boyfriend

userfourtyeight i need a bf like logan fr

userfourtynine THAT WORLD DRIVERS CHAMPIONSHIP IS NEXT

userfifty OH MY GOATTTTTT

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logansargeant BOOM SHAKALAKA MY BOYFRIEND IS A GRAND PRIX WINNER!!!

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youruser and my boyfriend is the boyfriend of a grand prix winner ⤷ logansargeant i kind of like this wag business

userfiftyone your boyfriend is a SLUT ⤷ logansargeant that is also true ⤷ youruser how am i supposed to argue that?

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier @raizelchrysanderoctavius @mountainshuman

[481rosier]

so what do i do with myself

[481rosier]

LANDO NORRIS RECORD BREAKER IM GONNA COME

[481rosier]

wag!rafe cameron - headcanons

GN!READER

CONTAINS: wag!rafe cameron x red bull f1 driver!reader

CW: reader is Max's teammate at Red Bull

N/A: I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO POST. Life has been hectic and i also went to the emilia romagna grand prix!! But the wag series is officially a go!! it's pretty niche ig that's why i was a bit hesitant at first butttt maybe there's someone out there that can enjoy it as much as i do!

The Camerons are rich rich. Which means that they not only attend GPs often, treating the events as reason to vacay in different parts of the world, but also that when Ward Cameron sees his opportunity to sponsor a team, of course he jumps at the chance. That's how Redbull came to have the Cameron Development logo all over their race suits and car livery. And that's how you met Rafe.

Rafe drinks way more Red Bull than is healthy. Whenever you ask though, he says it's to support you (when his father literally sponsors your team already??). He secretly just loves the sweet taste of the drink and doesn't want to admit it.

Rafe wouldn't be caught dead wearing Red Bull merch. He thinks it's ugly (okay fashion king, pop off), but he'll sometimes wear a cap, with your number on it of course, because it's subtle enough to not ruin his outfit.

He's way more worried than you are about the way the public perceives you. And he acts like he's your PR manager all the time. It's cute though.

He ends up arguing with reporters every time he comes to a race. And while you appreciate him standing up for you, your team doesn't. Everyone tries to keep him in the garage at least until you can be there to keep an eye on him.

You're his passenger princess. He says, and i quote, "you drive too much for work already". Outside of races you're not allowed to drive at all. It's also because you go too fast and he's scared.

Rafe gets along surprisingly well with Max. And more times than not he ends up taking you and Max, both wasted, back to the hotel after celebrations.

When you win, Rafe doesn't celebrate too much in public. He smiles up at you from down the podium, puts a hand on your lower back when you return to the garage, even if your race suit is sticky with champagne.

it's when you two are back at the hotel that he really shows you just how proud he is. He lets you do whatever you want with him because, his words, his race winner deserves it.

Always yaps about you and your races and your records to his friends. They're so tired of hearing him talk about you. Somebody save them.

He has a room in his house solely for your trophies and special helmet designs. It's like his own little y/n museum.

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

[481rosier]

McLarenF1: Is that you, Oscar?! ✈️ Plane spotting with Lando in Miami 👀🤣

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Lando cheers for Oscar. He supports Oscar. He highlights Oscar where he can, even when he’s struggling with himself.

“Oscar shows us where the car should be.”

His genuine smiles. The way he looks at him.

They are rivals for a championship title, but let’s be real: Lando’s biggest rival is himself.

He looks at Oscar as someone to learn from, just as Oscar has learned from him. They aren’t total opposites but they’re just different enough to create a necessary balance to be teammates, rivals, AND friends.

Have your favorite driver all you want but these are my driverS. My team. I love them separate as much as I love them together and I know that with how they care for one another they will go far.

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no outlining, we struggle with the plot halfway through like real men /j

[481rosier]

i’m a really big fan of this seasons theme of “george russell third wheeling with lando and his boyfriends”. hope they keep it up.

[481rosier]

i love how silly rafe is in this omg he's so stupid😭😭 my pookie😭

you didn't like that comment, huh.

is that what you really think of me?

you don't make this whole love thing any easier.

rafe cameron

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

(Y/N) couldn't remember when or how he managed to befriend the cruel Kook Prince of Figure Eight, but ever since the fateful day Rafe decided they were pals, he refused to let (Y/N) have a moment of peace.

No matter where he went, the menacing blond appeared over his shoulder with his fancy cartier sunglasses and stupid polo shirt-khakis combo, often complaining about one thing or another. Some days it was endless blabbering about how unappreciative his father was; other days, it was about Barry and 'their' business; but most days, his complaints involved his sister and her new friends.

(Y/N) wanted to be working on his car and listening to some good music, but then Rafe pulled up in his shiny red motorcycle, kicking up a trail of dust and dirt down his driveway. He hadn't even taken his helmet off before the complaining began, nor did he bother giving a proper greeting before rifling through his cooler for a beer can. He plopped his behind on the step of (Y/N)'s porch like he owned the place and began his usual spew. Rafe even had the gall to reach over to his speaker and lower the volume, something (Y/N) could only sigh at.

The only option (Y/N) had was tuning him out, as he did on most days. He hummed and grunted along to whatever Rafe said while he changed his car's oil, slipping underneath his jacked-up car and letting Rafe's words go in one ear and out the other. He wasn't sure if this was how Rafe treated all his friends, but if it was, it was no surprise that Barry barely enjoyed having him around. 

"And those dirty, fuckin' pogues, man. I can't fuckin' stand them. It's like, you should be thankful we give you jobs to begin with, and you repay us with puttin' a gun to our heads and- and stealing our shit and- God," Rafe sucked his teeth. "Good for nothings." 

(Y/N)'s jaw ticked, and he slid back out from underneath the car, his eyes finding Rafe's face. Rafe's gaze flickered over to him, the beer can in hand tilted to fill his mouth with its contents before he peeled it away from his pursed lips.

"You didn't like that comment, huh." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his features scrunched up from the sun rays peering down at him.

"Is that what you really think of me?" (Y/N) questioned as he got up from the floor, stained hands rubbing along his pants to faintly clean them. He arched a brow at Rafe, nearly rolling his eyes when Rafe clicked his tongue in exasperation as if (Y/N) were an obnoxious child. "A dirty, good-for-nothing pogue?"

"C'mon, man. You're not like them. You- You're different." Rafe argued with a loose shrug, a crinkling noise coming from the can when he squeezed it and tossed it back into the cooler. (Y/N) was really starting to get tired of his nonchalant attitude. "Don't be such a baby, dude."

"You ever considered that Topper and Kelce only hang out with you because you're a Cameron? 'Cause you're really fucking annoying, too." (Y/N) huffed, itching to slam the bottom of his shoe into Rafe's bike until something broke and he'd be forced to crawl back to the father he so often groaned about. Instead, he thumped up the porch steps and past the guy who reeked of expensive cologne. "You're not an easy person to like, asshole."

Rafe got to his feet, his brows tucked together in a frustrated furrow. "You don't make this whole love thing any easier either, (Y/N). At least I'm trying to make whatever 'this' is work, but you keep brushing everything off!" 

"What-" (Y/N) whirled around to face the spoilt blond, almost staggering backward from how quickly he moved. "-are you even talking about?"

"Us?" Rafe scoffed softly, unimpressed. "What else would I be talkin' about? You drink too much already?"

Whatever bubbling irritation had flared up in (Y/N)'s belly died, replaced by stunned confusion despite the sneaking suspicion he had an idea what Rafe was on about. "What exactly do you think we are, Rafe?" He asked, voice losing its previous heat and softening in the slightest. 

"I dunno... something? We've been on dates but you act like a damn prude every time I try something." His ringed fingers ran through his short strands, pushing them out of his eyes. "You're not the waiting 'til marriage type, right?" His nose crinkled.

(Y/N) wanted to laugh. "We're not together, Rafe. But, fix your attitude, and maybe we could be something."

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okay the wag!rafe post is done. I'll post it on saturday :)

also yes, i did end up deciding to make the wag!obx series even if nobody will care about it lol

[481rosier]

SHAMELESS

sub!bottom!lance stroll x transmasc!dom!top!reader

request: subby bottom lance with trans top reader??? – 🥄

summary: your first time with lance.

warnings: mild implications of lance having bad sexual experiences in the past, male anatomical terms used for reader but reader is explicitly trans, use of a strap-on referred to as reader's cock, reader has bottom growth from hrt, very mild cum eating, oral sex (reader receiving), graphic sexual content, fairly vanilla though i think?

word count: 4,035

CONTENT BELOW THE CUT IS NSFW. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.

lance knew you were trans long before you got together. of course he did. if for no other reason than your own safety, you had to tell him in advance. not to mention the extra buffer between when you started dating and now, the first time you would sleep together. still, lance had momentarily forgotten that little detail because … well, you'd caught him at a time where his brain was entirely focused on sending all of his blood south. it took him approximately .2 seconds to reconsider how you could rail him.

from that split second, he just mumbled an okay and pulled you back in to kiss you. he was too desperate to care about technicalities. lance relished in the way you backed him against a wall, tilting your head to kiss his neck. the whines that escaped him were downright sinful. you could hardly wait to get into the thick of it and see what other sounds you could draw out of his pretty lips.

"just fuck–fuck me," lance panted, tugging you by the hair to get you to stop marking his neck. "please."

you raised an eyebrow in amusement.

god, he was easy. you would have fun with him.

"with what, lancey?" you teased.

lance whined loudly at your words, his addled brain only just realising there was an extra step for you. his hands scrambled to find your shoulders. he couldn't exactly be blamed for his lack of balance. "fuck, something—anything—just … please."

"'please'," you repeated, mimicking the slightly pathetic tone to his voice. it took so very little to get him to beg. you loved it. "come on, you can do a bit better than that, can't you? it's not an unreasonable question, love. what do you want me to fuck you with?"

"th–there's a box …"

your ears perked up at his words. your sweet, bubbly boyfriend had a box of toys he used to get himself off? "where."

it wasn't a question so much as a command for lance to show you where he kept his secret stash. lance's knees nearly buckled at your tone. on shaky legs, he retrieved the box from where it had been hidden at the very back of his sock drawer and handed it to you. what a collection it was—toys of all varieties, several different sizes, and some in very interesting shapes.

after scanning the box briefly, you held it out to lance again with a sly smirk. "go on then, lancey. pick one."

his cheeks flushed pink. shyly, he picked out a good-sized dildo. it wasn't his biggest by far, but you guessed those would take a lot more prep than he had the patience for at the moment. you grabbed the lube out of the box as well, then set it aside. there was no need to make your first time with lance overcomplicated. you had full confidence the two of you would find a way to have a good time without toys at all, but where was the fun in that?

you guided lance over to his bed. not once did your eyes stray as he slowly stripped. for a usually exhuberant guy, he was certainly shyer than you expected him to be. once he was fully naked in front of you, lance looked at you cautiously, and you realised he was waiting for your reaction.

"god, baby, you look …" you breathed, eyes roaming up and down his figure appreciatively.

lance bit his lip and crossed his arms in a half-hearted attempt to cover himself. "i look …?"

"you look amazing," you assured him. without another second's hesitation, you kissed him as he was gradually pushed down onto his back. you trailed kisses down to his tummy before looking up at him with a grin. "my pretty boy."

the little squeak your boyfriend let out before he covered his face was adorable.

you left a few hickeys on his abdomen, but you didn't linger long. if you were being truly honest, you were just as excited to see lance all fucked out as he was to be it. spreading his legs was easy. the way he didn't even slightly hesitate to let you manoeuvre him into whatever position you wished made your heart pound—some day, you'd have to test the limits of that, but today was no day to push his comfort zone.

the lube bottle in one hand, you patted lance's thigh once get his attention. "you tell me to stop or slow down whenever, okay?"

"okay." lance nodded. he wanted to ignore how his heart fluttered at the concerned lilt to your voice, but he couldn't. it wasn't like you'd even done anything special yet—giving him an easy out wasn't even the bare minimum, and yet so many of the men he'd hooked up with in the past had failed to even reach that. "please just start already."

"alright, alright."

you drizzled the lube onto just one of your fingers at first. probably more than you needed, but there was far more harm in skimping than in going overboard. lance hissed quietly at the cold sensation against his skin. you gave him a second to get used to it before he nodded you on. one finger, then two, then three stretching his hole until you deemed him ready to take the dildo.

now it was your turn to strip. down to beneath your boxers, you got everything set in place before letting the silicone tip prod at lance's hole. the wait was beyond worth it, though, when you saw the way he threw his head back and rutted his hips forward. it was crystal clear how desperate lance was to have you wreck him. who were you to deny him when he'd been so good for you?

you let his greedy hole swallow your cock inch-by-inch, until you couldn't physically push it any farther into him. lance locked his ankles behind your back so tightly you could hardly thrust at all. regardless, you let him lead your pace, simply rolling your hips forward. his eyelids fluttered softly. you barely caught the way his breath hitched when the tip of the dildo grazed his prostate.

"you gonna let me move?" you murmured, amusement bleeding into both your voice and your expression.

lance whimpered slightly. he reluctantly loosened his vice grip on you, allowing you to begin thrusting shallowly. soon enough, you felt the sweet sting of his nails scraping down your back. you didn't let it distract you too much—you were far more interested in the other reactions lance was giving you.

a soft hum left your lips. "my beautiful boy. wish you could see yourself, lancey, look so pretty like this."

you knew he could be noisy, but nothing could have prepared you for the drawn-out moan that answered you.

lance felt like you were splitting him in two. sure, he had longer and thicker dildos, but he had drastically underestimated how intense it would feel to have you use them on him. he could hardly imagine what it would feel like to have you fuck him with his largest toys—he'd never leave his bed again, he was sure. his hands switched between clawing at your back and clutching the sheets.

"god, y-you can't just say that …" he whimpered, desperately attempting to maintain a sliver of his dignity. it was slipping away from faster than he could comprehend as you delivered the first proper thrust. lance's voice broke. hell, he was half-certain his mind broke just the same.

the wave of ecstasy that followed one short movement shouldn't have been possible. nobody had ever made him feel so good so easily, but for you it seemed almost like second nature.

you tilted your head slightly at his words. one hand held your boyfriend's hips steady, ensuring you were the one to do all the work, and the other hooked under his knee. the subtle incline you pushed it into changed the angle of how your cock dragged inside lance. his breath hitched.

"why not?" you inquired softly. there was something deceptive in it, as though your words were sweet and innocent, a current of taunting lay just below the surface. "you do look pretty like this—all worked up and i've barely started."

lance's head snapped up, his voice cracking as he spoke. "barely started?! this is so … 's so much already …"

a chuckle preceded the lewd sound of you thrusting in again slowly.

"oh, darling … there's so much more i have to show you," you murmured, hiking your boyfriend's leg to hang off your shoulder. you pressed a light kiss to his knee.

you knew better than to try too much too fast. lance was delicate. you could explore all the ways you could wreck him later; now was the time to move slowly and enjoy the scenic route.

angling carefully to hit his prostate with your dick, you settled into a rhythm of long, deep thrusts. you savoured the utterly ethereal expression your boyfriend's face. the way his eyes crossed ever so slightly, the way his lips parted, the way his normally fluffy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat—it was all so enchanting.

you knew you were teasing him.

the very nature of your movements lent themselves to a torturously gradual build of the ecstasy you were sure lance was craving. yet, he hadn't once complained about what you were giving him. he was a good boy, after all. that didn't mean you couldn't tell when he was finally–finally–approaching his climax.

"close?"

lance let out a high-pitched hum in confirmation, his eyelids drifting closed as he allowed himself to sink into the feelings. "mhm. 's good."

"yeah?" you smiled slight. maintaining your rhythm, you asked, "what do you need from me, love?"

the question seemed to take him by surprise. you couldn't imagine why—you wanted to make him feel good, so asking him how you could do that seemed like a logical step.

"mh, harder, please?" lance requested, almost shyly.

he let out a startled moan as your hips immediately snapped against his. "ngh, fuck—"

"just like that?" you smirked. your pace didn't falter for a moment, the intensity of each thrust only increasing.

lance whimpered and nodded. his back arched off the mattress, his head swimming with pleasure. "f-fuck, yes, keep–keep going …"

"use your manners, love," you teased, pulling out until just the tip of your cock rested inside your boyfriend. "been such a good boy so far, i thought you'd at least say please."

"please!" he whined. his hips jerked forward in a desperate attempt to regain the feeling he'd been chasing. "please, please, please … keep going, 'm so close …"

you smirked. you'd have to do this again just to see how quickly you could get him to beg like that. "there we go. that wasn't so hard, was it?"

without another moment's pause, you began to fuck lance at a regular pace—making sure each thrust hit his prostate. you weren't getting much physical stimulation yourself, but god, the mental stimulation from watching your affect on your boyfriend … it was almost as good. the tiniest part of your mind attempted to distract you from the euphoria by whispering how it would feel if you were a cis man. you didn't let it take over.

lance let out increasingly loud moans and whimpers the closer he got. at some point in the night, you had shifted to be kneeling on the bed with lance's head on the pillows. the different position allowed him perfect access to claw at your back whenever you leaned forward. if he'd been in his right mind, he would've been concerned about actually managing to scar you from how deep his scratches were. but lance was not in his right mind.

the sensation building was so intense that he felt it starting deep in his gut and spreading to the rest of his body. it took barely a handful more thrusts before he cried out in ecstasy.

"ah! o-oh my god, 's so … so goo–ooo–ood."

in any other scenario, lance might've been embarrassed by the way his voice cracked. the cloud of pleasure that had encased him dispelled any of that. he could barely think straight at all. when he could form a semi-coherent thought, all it would be about was how good you were making him feel. how could he possibly be thinking of anything else?

your thrusts slowed and shallowed gradually. easing lance through his orgasm, you could barely take your eyes off the spurts of cum that landed on his belly.

without even thinking, you swiped your thumb over the pool of white before bringing it up to your lips. you weren't really sure what you were expecting. whatever it was, the taste on your tongue far exceeded it. your eyes widened. the smirk on your face didn't exactly conceal your thoughts.

you hummed appreciatively before leaning down to kiss lance. the way he whimpered told you instantly that he could taste himself on your tongue.

"that …" you murmured. "… was hot."

lance nodded dazedly, only vaguely aware of the fact that you had yet to pull out. he wasn't upset about it in the slightest—just aware of it. "ngh, mhm."

his mind was a little fuzzy. the pleasure was still fizzling out in waves, a pulsing ache in his core that made him want more and more and more. lance thought he'd felt that ache before but, god, never this intensely. nothing had ever been as intense as it was with you.

you had just barely pulled out when lance immediately started reaching for you and pouting. he looked particularly insistent, but you couldn't for the life of you figure out why.

"c'mere," lance mumbled. he struggled to scoot forward to the edge of the bed before slipping onto his knees in front of you. "wanna make you feel good too."

your brain short-circuited momentarily at the sight of lance on his knees for you. with a sharp intake of breath, you threaded one hand into his hair gently. "you … yeah? you wanna?"

lance nodded and whined again. he tugged at the side of your harness, blinking up at you pleadingly.

"use your words, lance."

the words were largely instinct (what else were you supposed to say when a sub was whining at you?) but lance simply repeated the noise and huffed.

"wanna suck you off," he explained shyly.

your heart sped up by what felt like fifty beats a minute. you weren't sure what was more appealing—the idea of lance's pretty mouth on you, or the fact that he'd used an affirming phrase for head without you even needing to ask him. he was better about your transness than you'd even hoped for. regardless, you composed yourself as quickly as you could, looking down at lance with your head slightly tilted. "i thought i told you to use your manners."

"please?" lance added with a pout. "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?"

he continued to beg, nuzzling his head against your thigh in an attempt to win you over.

as if you'd ever refuse.

it took you longer than it usually would've to remove the harness that had allowed you to fuck lance the way you had just moments before. in your defence, it was a lot harder to be coordinated when you were rushing to get head from your boyfriend for the first time. but you got there.

when you did, lance's jaw dropped open. if you looked close enough, you could've sworn he was even drooling.

"don't catch flies, lancey," you teased. the slightly nervous tone to your voice was impossible to hide. "what're you staring for, huh?"

lance gulped, blinked, and shook his head. he looked up at you sheepishly. "it's just, um, you-you're bigger than i expected."

if that wasn't both the biggest ego boost and the most euphoric sentence you'd ever heard, you didn't know what was.

lance very clearly didn't want to waste any time. he leaned forward slightly and licked your tip, a little whine escaping him at the way your breath hitched. you tugged his hair gently and his lips parted fully. without another moment, he took your dick into his mouth and hummed happily.

your eyes fluttered shut. the warm wetness of lance's mouth enveloping your dick was borderline heavenly. his little hum certainly hadn't decreased the sensation by any means—and if you'd thought that was good, you weren't prepared for when he started actually sucking you off.

his tongue traced the underside and tip of your dick expertly. even though your dick was undoubtedly smaller than most cis guys, lance didn't let that stop him from giving you the best he had. he bobbed his head enthusiastically, licking and sucking all the while. he didn't have a full understanding of the difference between your anatomy and his own since you'd been on testosterone. but a dick was a dick, and a blowjob was a blowjob, so he figured it couldn't have been all that different.

you, on the other hand, knew the differences and you knew how much it meant to you that lance seemed to be treating you the same as he would any other guy. it wasn't like this was your first time getting head. you weren't exactly inexperienced.

… and yet it seemed the increased intensity of being with your boyfriend affected you as much as it had him.

"shit, that-that's good." you panted, making eye contact with lance as he dragged his tongue along your shaft obscenely. "good boy."

lance moaned loudly. his reaction to the simple praise caught your attention, but he didn't give you much an opportunity to dwell on it. he immediately began to suck you off with even more enthusiasm. you weren't exactly sure how that was possible, but lance had surprised you enough that evening that you didn't really question it.

"like it when i call you a good boy, huh?"

your voice came out breathily. it sounded like more of a chuckle than actual words, but it got your point across.

your boyfriend whined and nodded. he knew he liked making you happy. he had still severely underestimated how much he'd enjoy giving you head. it was oddly brain-muddling for him, having your dick in his mouth and your hand in his hair. lance loved it. he loved how close he felt to you, and he loved not only seeing but hearing that he was making you feel good.

it was barely a few more sucks before he had your knees buckling. if not for lance's hands on your thighs and your grip on his hair, you surely would've lost your balance. "f-fuck …"

lance hummed, giving your dick a few more languid sucks to help you ride out your climax. your hips bucked towards his mouth gently. you took a few deep breaths before you tugged lance up to kiss him again. his legs were still incredibly shaky from how thoroughly you had fucked him earlier, so you had to let him lean on you almost fully.

"god, lancey, that was …" you trailed off, tilting your head to leave a quick hickey below your boyfriend's jaw. "that was incredible. so fucking good at that."

he beamed in response, squirming happily when your hands found his waist. lance wound his arms around your neck and kissed your cheek with a dramatic 'mwah!' sound.

you hummed in amusement at how affectionate he was acting. it never failed to both warm and break your heart how differently your boyfriend behaved when he was out of sight of the media. how much sweeter and more vulnerable he became when he could trust that he wouldn't be attacked for it. nevertheless, you had long since resolved to just enjoy his giggly self when you could.

leaning in for one more kiss, you squeezed his waist gently and pulled away. "'kay, i'm gonna go to the bathroom and then i'll clean you up, yeah?"

"but i wanna cuddle." lance pouted. he clung to you a little tighter when you tried to separate. "don't want you to go."

"i'm coming back, silly. then we can cuddle all you like," you promised, laughing slightly as you pried him off you.

lance's nose scrunched up. he flopped back on the bed rather dramatically, peeking at you through his fingers as you walked out of the room. he huffed and whined and groaned loudly and pointedly from the second you were out of sight. if there was anything your lovely boyfriend didn't like, it was being left alone after sex. his noises of discontentment only increased in volume when you took longer than he expected.

finally, you returned with a collection of items that his hazy brain couldn't quite recognise.

one being a damp cloth that you could use to help clean the residual cum and lube that stuck to his skin, another being a glass of water, and the remainder being a couple snacks for the two of you.

handing lance the glass of water, you got to work with the damp cloth. "drink up."

"if i drink it do i get a kiss?" he bargained playfully.

you chuckled quietly and pressed a kiss to lance's now-clean tummy. "sure, love. if you drink it all, i'll give you a kiss."

your boyfriend squirmed happily. he sat up, sipping the water and watching you put on a pair of boxers before you left to put the cloth in the wash. when you got back, lance held up the empty glass victoriously before pouting his lips dramatically.

"a deal's a deal, i suppose." you sighed, faking disappointment—though the grin on your face clearly showed your boyfriend that you weren't serious. kissing lance was your favourite thing in the world. "kisses for the good boy, yeah?"

"kisses for the good boy," lance agreed.

you knelt on the bed and playfully tackled lance until he was lying flat on the bed and you were hovering over him. without another moment spared, you began to kiss all over his face. lance hummed happily and wriggled until you kissed him properly. unlike the kisses you shared earlier in the evening, it was long and sweet and gently. still passionate, but in a very much softer way.

the two of you continued until you were gasping for breath. you flopped onto your back beside lance, looking at each other before bursting into laughter at the sight of each other so out of breath. it was one of your favourite parts of being with lance. there was just something about him that made you feel at peace. you weren't sure if you'd ever be able to describe it in any way other than, "god, i'm so in love with you."

lance blinked. it wasn't the first time you'd told him you loved him. it was, however, the first time he'd heard you say it with such … finality. like you were certain it was true and would remain true for the rest of your life. like lance had taken up a permanent residence in your universe. like he had his very own star in your sky.

"i love you too," he said softly, leaning forward to kiss you again.

you smiled cheekily and sat up to grab one of the little post-sex snacks you'd gotten for yourself and your boyfriend. "even more than dilfs?"

he couldn't help but laugh. it was a running joke in your relationship that lance was loved dilfs—your proof was how he acted with sebastian and fernando as his teammates, even if lance denied it. you'd even gotten him a croptop that read 'certified dilf hunter' that lance swore up and down he hated. and still wore at least twice a week at home.

"more than dilfs," he agreed, accepting the snack you handed him. "more than everything."

as you cuddled up to watch a sitcom on your laptop, lance was feeling particularly grateful. the best relationship he'd ever been in with the best sex he'd ever had … what more could he possibly ask for?

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im heartbroken

if they’re in love, who’s winning the championship???

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i swear ill post something once im done with studying. sincerely, a stressed uni student.

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i need everyone to remember this to the end of time: pope did NOT tell jj he loved him back. he died without hearing the words "i love you" from POPE, someone he very much wanted to hear that from. obx writers you will pay

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